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purplesurveys · 3 years

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survey by purplehugger

Would you ever get a tattoo? I would love to get one, and plans are definitely set for that. It’s just a matter of knowing when I’m finally finally FINALLY ready to have something permanent placed on my skin.

Can you live without your phone? Technically yes, but I would have a very hard time since I use it for a lot of things, if not all the things I do on a daily basis; and I imagine I’d grow cranky very fast.

What animal do you resemble? I’m not so sure about resemble...I can tell you my personality matches best with dogs, though. I always have a great time with them.

What is your best friend’s name? I have two of them, Angela and Andi.

What is/was your favorite subject in school? History, followed by honestly any social sciences course out there...geography, anthropology, political science, etc. I definitely hogged those classes in college as much as my curriculum allowed me to.

Would you ever adopt a stray puppy? I would adopt every single one I see if I could.

Do you like chocolate? Chocolate-flavored sweets, yes. Actual chocolate or chocolate bars, not so much.

What is your favorite word? Poignant always seems to hit me straight in the feels.

Have you ever done something really stupid? Erm, of course? I do it at least once a day.

What was the worst mistake you ever made? Y’all have heard it a million times by now, but it’s tolerating shit I knew I didn’t deserve. Also, touching a plugged clothes iron when I was 7.

Can you say the alphabet backwards? I did at one point, but I didn’t practice it and now I don’t know how to do it anymore.

How high can you count? Any number as long as money is involved, hahaha.

You are very loved. True or False? True.

Do you like Taylor Swift? Not so much.

Do you want any piercings? Yes, one on each of my ears; I got pierced as an infant.

Have you ever stolen something? Random lost pens at school.

Do you like seafood? Looooooove seafood. I literally have 24 pieces of sushi right next to me right now; just a lil Friday treat for myself heehee.

What is your least favorite name? That seems a bit harsh. I don’t think I hate any name that much so as to call it my least favorite.

What do you want to name your child? Olivia or Mia is still on the table for me.

Do you like the color green? Just the olive shade. Otherwise it’s my least favorite color.

Do you have lots of friends? I would say I have enough to be happy. I don’t know what exactly ‘many’ means.

Are you listening to anything right now? Yeah, my friend group put up a Discord server just tonight and Jo proceeded to start a BTS playlist earlier. Everyone’s since hopped out for the night, but the playlist is still on so I’ll be staying around for the meantime and vibe. :) Just me, BTS, and my sushi haha.

What time is it? 10:04 PM.

Are you hungry? No, I’m taking bites every once in a while as I take this survey.

What was the last thing you ate? Sushi. I got 3 kinds for tonight: Singaporean Roll, Dynamite Roll, and Mount Fuji Roll. All so good.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I never did.

Do you know any gay people? Many.

Do you have any pets? Yes.

Would you ever own a monkey? Probably not. I wouldn’t be equipped to care for them.

Do you enjoy reading? Essays and memoirs, yes.

survey by xxbieberburnham

Do you know anyone who has been attacked by a shark? Not to my knowledge.

What is your best friend's mom name? Girlie and Ria.

Have you ever made out in a movie theatre? No.

What part of your body do you wash first? Hair.

Do you have an innie or an outie? Innie.

How do you think the dinosaurs died? Giant asteroid.

What's your favorite flavor of Pringles? Just the original one. But tbh Pringles are so addictive anyway, I’ll always take more than one of any flavor if they were ever offered to me.

What was the last thing you got grounded for? Low grades, which was really the only reason why I ever got grounded.

Did you go to a water park last summer? No, and I doubt anyone else did either...

What shoe do you put on first? Usually the right.

Finish the sentence: Girls... Are powerful.

Have you ever had a song or poem written about you? Poem, yeah. I don’t think I would particularly appreciate an entire song being written about me though, I think that would just make me cringe lol.

Did you have a nickname growing up? Nothing like an affectionate pet name. My longest-lasting nickname is just a shortened version of my name used by family, but otherwise everyone calls me by my first name.

When was the last time you played the air guitar? Never.

Have you ever bitten your toenail? Only as a kid.

How often do you clean out your ears? Every other day.

Do you scrunch or fold your toilet paper? Fold.

Have you ever been dared to do something that you regretted? Nothing major. One instance I can remember is when I was dared to pick up food from the ground, and when I bit into it it already had some tiny tiny stones and some debris on it D:

Favorite website? Twitter, probably. Or YouTube.

Worst thing that has ever happened to you? Losing two relatives I was close to in the span of four days to Covid. I am so fucking glad we made the decision to celebrate Christmas with extended family last year, no matter how ignorant it was. It absolutely sucks that I will never see them again.

Best thing that has happened to you? Recovering from my depression last year and choosing to stay. I’m living a really happy life rn.

If you could dye your hair any color, what color would it be? Dark green.

Do you have a Wii? We used to but we threw it out a few years ago since it wasn’t working anymore.

Most used phrase on IM? I think I just say “Hahahahaha” excessively lmao. Picked it up from my bosses.

Have you ever heard of The Beatles? Yes.

#survey #surveys #two in one because i found them too short

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patilsurvivor · 4 years

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⧼ alia bhatt, , cis woman, she/her / the archer by taylor swift + hypnotising flames dancing in an open fireplace ; crushed tea leaves at the bottom of the tea cup ; wind howling in empty corridors ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that PARVATI PATIL? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY FOUR year old [ pure blood ] WITCH is a [ GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a STORE ASSISTANT AT WEASLEY WIZARD WHEEZES ]. i’ve heard they can be quite BRAVE & PRINCIPLED, but i don’t know… they came off very BLUNT & CATTY in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? [ plume, 26, gmt+1, she/her + tw snake and suicide ]

Hey I’m Plume and I’m super excited to join this group. It’s been too long since I wrote in the HP universe. I can’t wait to plot with you all. Here you have my vision of Parvati in this AU !

Family

Parvati and Padma were born to second generation Indian wizards immigrants. Their mother, Nusrat, worked in Saint Mungo and their father, Prajeet, had a shop specialised in magical items from India and other parts of Asia in Diagon Alley. Prajeet was a ravenclaw alumni and Nusrat a hufflepuff alumni. Prajeet insisted on choosing a name starting with a p for the twins to follow a family tradition. The twins had a great childhood and comfortable home life with two loving parents.

Hogwarts

Honestly I did not change anything from what is canon in the books. Parvati was a lively girl who enjoyed gossiping, pretty and girly things. She was best friend with Lavender Brown. She loved divination and transfiguration. She had even planed on making a career in divination after graduating. She dreamed of opening a shop with Lavender under Professor Trelawney’s guidance. She was a popular and pretty girl who knew her place in the school’s social hierarchy. (Dean did call her and Padma “the best looking girls in the year”) Yet she was compassionate and stood up for what she believed was right and for people she cared about (defending Neville or Harry for example). Being full of contradictions, Parvati defended people but also mocked others and spread rumours. She had a catty side and Lavender and her could be truly irritating to be around.

People who did not know her viewed her as shallow but if one paid closer attention they could see that there was more to her than petty gossip. Parvati cared about her grades and school work. She was a good student not as brilliant as Hermione but was serious about her studies and performed well.

She was excited to go with Harry to the Yule Ball, and could have gone with anyone as she was popular among the boys. She agreed to go with Harry out of vanity. He was champion and she liked the attention. Since Harry proved to be a terrible date she abandoned him to finish the evening with a handsome Beauxbâtons student who was actually interested in dancing and entertaining her. She ended up dating him for the rest of the year.

During the fifth year, she joined the Dumbledore’s Army because she believed it was the right thing to do and that Umbridge’s actions were intolerable. She was also selfishly motivated by wanting to perform well in her OWLs. She believed that they needed to practice before their exam and they were not allowed to do it in class so if she had to break rules, then she would. Being a member of the DA actually made her grow and some people realised that she was not that shallow. She had talents and was not simply Lavender giggling partner.

She was greatly pained not to be picked to be a member of the Slug Club. It bruised her ego to not be considered special enough. She wished that she could have been part of the elitist gatherings. During that year, after Katie Bell’s attack, her parents wanted to withdraw their daughters from the school. Both girls had to fight and argue to remain in Hogwarts. Parvati was also a bit uncomfortable with Ron and Lavender’s relationship at times. (Gross) public display of affections were too much for her. Although she was furious when they broke up and both best friends could be heard frequently cursing Ron until more dramatic events made his behaviour insignificant.

Seventh year was hell. Parvati hated every second of it. She banded together with Dumbledore’s Army members to protect younger students and resist. She lived day to day until the battle of Hogwarts. She was a pureblood and could have stood by and let the death eaters do their horrible deeds but it was not who she was. Her family had never believed in blood purity and the Patil twins were fighters. They would not watch their peers being tortured or abused. They had to do something about it, even if it cost them greatly. She worried about Dean and her muggleborn friends who had to hide. She also worried about Harry, Hermione and Ron. When the time came, she fought the finale battle.

After the battle of Hogwarts

Losing Padma shattered her. Something broke inside of Parvati. The battle had taken her twin and many friends from her. It also made her a killer. She was lost and aimless. She did not see herself keep on with her life as if the world had not ended. She ditched her plan of opening a divination shop with Lavender. She could not see herself going on with the future she had planed for years. It felt wrong. It was a dark time for everybody and she could not find comfort in any of her friends or her family. They were all so broken. She could not stand the shadow of a life they were all living.

To escape it all, she put her transfiguration and DA training to use and became a curse-breaker for Gringotts. It was a miracle they recruited her but she guessed that extraordinary times called for exceptions. For a few years, she was constantly travelling and working. It was her way to cope with the trauma. The irony was that she tried to escape the war by entering a career that required her to fight all the time. It was not really a smart move or the best way to recover. However it was all she knew and it had the benefits of taking her away from home. She could not stand seeing the sadness in her parents eyes or wandering in places that reminded her of Padma. It was even hard to look at herself in a mirror and see her sister’s image. She avoided her reflection for years. Nusrat and Prajeet disapproved of her job as they were afraid of losing the only daughter they had left. Parvati was constantly risking her life.

She tried to shed everything that used to make her “her”. Her last year of school had already stripped her of her bubbly personality. Losing Padma finished erasing that lively side. War had changed everybody. It was particularly noticeable in people like Parvati. Gone were the giggles and sparkling eyes. At times she missed the girl she used to be. She would give anything to be able to just one more time, sit with Padma and Lavender and laugh about Luna’s radish earrings or roll her eyes at Dean and Seamus being silly in the common room. She tried not to think or dwell about the past because it only hurt.

However time started to heal her wounds. She would never forget what had happened to her, her sister and her friends but it became easier to live with the trauma. She found herself enjoying her visits back home more than dreading them. During those times, she would visit old friends as what felt like a mandatory task and was bittersweet. Eventually just as she longed for breaks between missions, she realised that she longed for her friends and a kinship. She had been alone for too long and it was time that she tried to live her life again instead of escaping it.

She recently decided to settle down and quit her job at Gringotts. She needed to try to figure out what to do for the rest of her life. Did she want to go back to her original plan or not ? She could not really decide. George Weasley who like her had lost a twin and was the only person who she felt understood her pain and struggles, kindly offered her a job at his Wizard Wheezes shop. She took it knowing that working in a joke and tricks shop would not be boring and that George and her could support each others.

Parvati did not join the Order of Phoenix as she wanted nothing to do with wars anymore. She had had enough. She remained a member of the Dumbledore’s Army but was not actively participating in anything. She simply promised to be there if another battle happened.

Summary

I kept everything book canon until the battle of Hogwarts. Padma’s death broke Parvati. She abandoned her plans of opening a divination shop. She shut people down and left to become a curse-breaker to escape her pain and trauma. For years she rarely visited home and kept very little contact with her friends. Time healed her a little. She recently came back to the UK and decided to try and live a peaceful life. George Weasley offered her a job at Weasley Wizard Wheezes. She wishes to reconnect with her friends or make new ones. She is still a member of the Dumbledore Army but not an active one.

Abilities

Working as a curse breaker made Parvati a better witch and she continued to develop her magic and abilities. She has plenty of spells in her sleeves. She is now able to cast a corporeal patronus.

Wanted connections

Perhaps someone who tried to be there for Parvati but she shut them down and was not really responsive to the friendship and support given to her

Other curse-breakers

Flings (Parvati was not in a head space to date but she could have had flings here and there while she was back home)

Former Beauxbâtons boyfriend ?? (i don’t know if anyone is an alumni and fits the age range)

Hogwarts/Gryffindor/DA rekindling friendships. Seriously my girl was like bye everyone and only sporadically came home for years. She feels super guilty of abandoning her friends to go on her own journey. And she wants to make amends and rebuild relationships. She also feel bad for how she treated Luna and Hermione at times when they were in school.

Perhaps a new friend she made recently

Someone she does not vibe with

Someone she was not friend with in school but they are seeing each others in a new light ?

Cousin ? If anyone has indian or part indian character we could try to work something

Former Hogwarts boyfriend(s). We know nothing in canon about Parvati’s love life but it’s easy to speculate that she dated a few people.

Enemies from Hogwarts that remained enemies

Perhaps someone who had an unrequited crush on her at school ?

#nox.intro #i tried to keep it short ish #i added a summary if you don't have the patience to read it all #death tw

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noir-porker-parker-holland · 5 years

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No boys!

Roger taylor x Sis!reader

Your entire life you heard one thing over and over again, mainly from your brother, Roger.

“No Boys! Ever!” He’d say. Everytime you’d even look at a boy he’d say the same thing. That also meant you had no friends that were boys because Roger would give them ‘the talk’ and make them steer clear from you. It was annoying yet oddly endearing. Annoying in the sense that you were a nineteen year old that has yet to have a boyfriend or get past second base, because Roger would have his friends keep tabs on you if necessary.

Everyday it was the same ol’ routine, Go to school, you were already in University, Roger or one of the boys would pick you up, and go to the studio. So here you were waiting for Roger or the boys, leaning against a lamp post. You looked down at your watch and just started to walk in the direction of the studio.

You got to the studio after twenty minutes, you opened the door and heard the boys arguing , as per usual. You put your bag down on the couch and sa down to start your homework. It took the boys five minutes to acknowledge your presence. “Y/n?” you looked up and nodded your head once at them before looking back down. “How long have you been here?” Roger asked. “Well my class ended like forty five minutes ago but I figured you’d either be late or wouldn't show so I walked here and have been here a grand total of..” You looked don at your watch, “Seven minutes.” They looked at each other.”Why didn’t you make yourself known, love?” Freddie asked. “And get my head bitten off by Rog, hellll no!” You told them. They chuckled before Roger came over to you and hugged you, “Hungry or something, we might go out for some food a bit later?” You shook your head. “I can wait.” Freddie looked your way, “Nonsense dear, we can just go right now we’ve been at this a while and probably need a break.” The evil irish man stalked into the room as Freddie said break. “Break?! Freddie you can’t possibly let this nuisance steer you away from your work.” He told him. “Listen dude if you keep this bullshit up we won’t let you eat with us.” You told him. “Also nuisance? PLease i’ve been called worse so please take your childish insults and go because the overall vibe of the room is no longer fun.” The boys snickered as Paul glared at me. “She’s a Taylor alright.” Brian said. “The vibe of the room isn’t supposed to be fun-” You cut him off. “That’s what you think. When you come into the room it feels like its a fucking funeral. Either way you don’t have a good reason to be here.” He scoffed, “Like you do.” You looked at Roger laughing a bit mockingly, “I’m his fucking sister.”

He scoffed once more before walking away. “Little Taylor is better than big Taylor.” Brian laughed. “Oh please, i taught her this stuff.” You shook his head. “That is a lie,don’t lie Roggie.” He messed up your head at the mention of the nickname you gave him when you were younger. “Why do we call him rog when we can call him Roggie?” Deaky said in a faux girly voice. You giggled. “Rog can we get food now? Or can you give a twenty so i can get myself some food from the diner down the block?” He looked at the boys, they nodded. “Let’s go then.” you hopped off the couch and started making your way out the door with the boys hot on your heels. Deak decided to join you up ahead because the other boys were in a heated discussion about...something. “What’s new little taylor?” You looked at him. “You know I'm only about nine months younger than you, right?” He chuckled. “Yes but my birthday already passed and well your hasn’t soo I’m older currently.” you shook your head. “Stupid technicalities.”

When you got to the diner you saw a friend of your from your chemistry class. You tried to hide as much as possible so he wouldn't see you and so roger wouldn’t make a scene. But he saw you either way. “Oh hey y/n.” He came over to your table. “Hi Alex.” You said with a smile that roger didn’t exactly like. “I didn't know worked here.” he nodded, “I just started last week. Who are these guys?” You looked at the boys and saw Roge was having a hard time controlling his anger. “THis is my brother Roger and his friends, Freddie, Brian, and John.” He nodded again. “Nice to meet you. What would ehem you guys want to drink?” Everybody said their order calmly except for roger who said ‘Vanilla Milkshake please’ in the crankiest voice you’d ever heard him in. Alex laughed and you figured now was a better time to say something about his behavior.

“Roger what the hell is your problem?” He looked at you. “You aren’t allowed to have a boyfriend remember, No boys!” He told you. “So what?! Alex is a friend. Emphasis on friend. There no need to be a fucking dick about it jeez.” He knew you were angry and let him features soften a little bit but not a whole lot. “Your my baby sister who isn’t supposed to have a boyfriend!” You looked at the other three as a silent plead of help but they were looking down avoiding th econversation. “Whaty if the tables were turned Roger, what if I said you aren’t supposed to have a girlfriend and though i know you’d much rather have a fucking one night stand you can’t even have that? HUh! Would you be pissed off constantly? Because i am, every goddamn time this topic comes up! It fucking annoying because you think you have the right to contrll every god damn thing I do. So do me a favor and lay off.” You got out of the booth to look for Alex to apologize on Roger’s behalf because you knew roger was o stubborn to do it himself.

When you got back to the table you only heard the latter half of their conversation, “She has a point.” John said. “I don’t care. I don’t want to feel like she’d growing up because guess what it's gonna happen and i hate that feeling.” That’s what they said but you only heard. “She a point.” and “I don’t care-.” You sat back down and said, “Well Alex accepted your apology.” He looked confused, “Oh confused? I told Alex you were sorry for acting like a dick because i knew your stubborn ass wouldn’t.”

Roger pursed his lips. You sat back down and didn’t say anything the rest of the time there.

When you walked back to the studio, you just stayed with Deaky as you did homework, and he toyed with his bass. “I just--uGhh deaks, It’s just so infuriating. I fucking hate the fact that i can’t do anything without him remidning me that i can’t have a boy friend. Like imagine if your sister said you couldn’t have a girlfriend. It’s so annoying right? I just- I don't know what to do." He nodded, understanding your annoyance. "I honestly do not know why Roger is being a twat. Maybe it's because he doesn't want you to grow up." You scoffed. "If that were the case then why didn't he say something about me growing up when I first went into Uni?" Deaky shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe because this conversation, is something you need to discuss with Roger himself." You groaned. “That’s not gonna be easy and you know that. He’s as stubborn as a bull and is gonna try to make himself the victim.” He nodded along to what you were saying.

Roger’s Pov

Maybe i am being crazy? I Don’t know but it gives me a weird feeling everytime i see my little sister alongside a boy. Like right now, she’s sitting next to Deaky. And in all honesty that doesn’t give me a weird feeling. Mainly because i know he’d never hurt her. But there she was ranting to him and he just sits there and listens. That’s the kind of man I'd want for her. Honestly.

But no guys in this day and age are willing to give that to their woman.

Roger exited the recording booth as Deaky stood up to go in. That just left you both in an uncomfortable silence. He couldn’t meet your eyes, mainly because you were looking down at your work for school. You looked at your watch quickly and realized you needed to get home to make supper. “Oh god. Rog i’m going to head home alright. See you later. Oh and say bye to deaky for me yeah?” You told him. He nodded, “Want me to give you a ride?” He’d hope you’d say yes so he could apologize for what happened at the diner but you decided against it. “I don’t think that’s a good idea rog but thanks for the offer. I’ll see you at home.” yOu grabbed your backpack, said goodbye to freddie and brian before making your way out.

Roger mentally cursed himself for how he acted at the diner but what could he do now? The deed was done. “I’m such an idiot.” He told himself when you left the room. “I’m sure you are but why?” Freddie sassed. “y/n mad at me because i told her she can’t go out with boys.” Freddie sighed, “You’re right. You are a downright idiot. How can you say that to her?! She’s gonna feel like your controlling her, which you are, and your sibling relationship you both have is gonna go down the drain. Especially when you parade around with groupies on your side every night and she can’t even have a meaningful relationship with one boy! You have to let her do want she wants. She’s an adult.” He reasoned. “She’s my baby sister i should have the authority to tell her no boys right?” Roger argued. “No you can’t because she gonna rebel against you. Trust me Rog, if you just let her date things will go smoothly for the both of you.” Fred told him. Roger sighed. Maybe i should, roger thought.

When you got home the phone was ringing so you ran through the living room to answer it. “Hello?”

“Y/n? It’s alex.” He told you. “Hi alex, how’d you get my number.” He chuckled. “You gave it to me two weeks ago for the project.” Oh right. “What’s up then?” He cleared his throat. “It took me a while to gain the courage to ask you but um would you like to go on a date with me later tonight? Or whenever you’re available. You know whenever works for you.” You chuckled a his nervousness. “Oh no you’re laughing is that good or bad?” You giggled. “It’s good because you’re cute.” He smiled, “So do you?” You grinned, “Yes. Tonight works for me.” He chuckled, “Cool. I’ll pick you up around 8?” You nodded, “That’s perfect.”

You both were on the phone for the duration of you cooking. It was 6 o’clock when you both ended the call to get ready. You put on a mustard colored bell sleeved shirt, and multi-colored bell bottoms, and tan platforms. You didn’t really do much with your hair, and only did a natural look with your makeup. But as you were getting ready you heard the lock on your front door unlock. The only other person with a key to your apartment was roger. You mentally cursed and looked outside your room to see all of the boys there. You finished your look and went outside to greet them. “Hello boys what are you guys doing here?” John was about to answer when Roger interrupted him, “Areyou going out or something?” You nodded, “Yeah i’m going out with some girlfriends and such.” He visibly relaxed when you said ‘girlfriends’ and not ‘Alex’. He was extremely glad at the fact. “So what are you lot doing here?” They shrugged, “You made dinner right?” You nodded, “Well there’s your answer.” Somebody knocked on your door and you shot up to get it. You opened it only a little to only show your face, “Hi uh give me a sec i’ll be out shortly.” Alex nodded.

“Uh guys you can help yourself to anything in the fridge, and can stay as long as you want. I don’t know how long I'll be out but if you leave please lock up.” They nodded before you ran to your bedroom to grab your purse and to head out. “Love ya baby sis, have fun.” you thanked him before leaving swiftly.

“Hi,” You told him. “Hi. um these are for you.” Alex gave you a bouquet of red and white roses. “They’re so pretty. Thank you!” From that point on, the night went swimmingly. He took you to a nice restaurant and when the end of the night came he stopped outside of the door and kissed your lips softly before saying goodnight and leaving you to recover. You touched your lips and smiled at the thought of him.

You unlocked your door and were met by four faces. “Hello.” You told them. They were sat along your couch and some on the floor and they watched tv. “Deaky can i talk to you?” He nodded before following you to your room. You Felt Roger’s eyes on you and the bouquet of roses but you didn’t focus on that. You closed the door and smiled like an idiot. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head. “I went on a date with Alex tonight. And it was great.” He chuckled, “I thought you went out with your girls?” You scoffed. “I only said that because Rog was there. Alex called me when i got home and asked i wanted to go out and i said yes. And jesus deaky he was so cute and funny and hot.” HE laughed, “You really like this guys huh?” You nodded, “A lot Deaks. Does that sound desperate?" He chuckled, "no. You're a youngster in love, I'd say. It's pretty normal." You chuckled.

In the following days, you didn’t go with Roger and they boys to the studio. He found that odd because you always begged him to let you go. Instead you were with Alex. Spending time with him, about three weeks after the first date he asked you to be his girlfriend. The thought of being someone’s girlfriend made you feel giddy inside, and you loved every second of it.

Tonight you were spending the night at Alex’s, all domestic and sweet. You told roger you were at your best friend’s house, Amanda. Currently, you were cozied up against Alex watching a movie in the living room, on the couch. You started to nod off when the phone started to ring. “Baby i need to get to the phone.” He told you. You got up and watched as he walked over to get the phone. “Hello?” He looked a bit uneasy as the person on the other line talked. “It’s for you. Its Roger.” Your heart plummeted to your stomach as you grasped the phone, “Hello?”

“Y/n what are you doing over at Alex’s when i thought you were at Amanda’s? Oh wait you neglected to tell me that you two have been dating for a month and a half! You are not allowed to have a boyfriend and you know it-” You cut him off. “You have no right to force that rule upon me and you know it! I won’t listen to you and you don’t have the authority! So fuck off I’m done listening to you! Good-bye.” You slammed the phone down and walked back to the comfort of your boyfriend's arms. You nuzzled your head up his chin and felt his brown shaggy locks tickle your face. “Wanna talk about it?” You let out a breath, “No. I don't wanna think about him.Let alone talk about him.” he wrapped his arms around your body and you finally felt at peace, without the crutches of your brother’s insane rules holding you down.

You didn’t want to talk to or see Roger. Which meant you didn’t talk to or see any of the boys for the duration of you avoiding him. They didn’t come to see you in the weeks that you avoided them till they came to your apartment. You opened the door and once you saw Roger, you tried to slam the door in their faces but no the four of them were stronger than you. “Roger you don’t want to open this door. You don’t wanna see what’s on the other side of this fucking door.” He scoffed, “YEah?! I really don’t care I changed your diaper when you were a baby!!” They opened the door and Alex grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and covered his junk quickly. They saw you in only his button up shirt, and a pair of socks. “I told you.” He screamed and covered his eyes before he walked into the kitchen.

“Since when have you been dating him?” You sighed, “Babe go put on pants. And three months, but considering that you hate his guts i refused to tell you due to your reaction. The only one that knew was Deaky and in the past couple of weeks, he’s acted more like a brother than you have!” His face became unreadable as you sighed, “So what do you want, Roger?” Instead of talking to you, he spared one look at Alex before storming out. You looked at the boys who looked just as confused as you did. “I need to talk to him, huh?” The boys nodded. “He won’t understand.” You whined.

“Darling, Rog doesn’t want you to get hurt. I mean i love him but i think he knows how it is when he hurt girls. And quite frankly I don't think he wants you to ever be on the receiving end of that.” Freddie explained. “He’s looking out for you. Trust us.” Brian told you. “There’s no actual way he can stop you from doing what you want in this aspect, but it's better if you just talk to him.” Deaky added. You whined before putting on your jeans and french tucking your(Alex’s) shirt. You grabbed yourblack platforms, and put your hair up into a bun before running out to see where Roger had gone off to.

Alex came back into the room in only boxers to see three faces. “So, you fancy some food? I was gonna make some anyways.” Needless to say Deaky, Fred, and Bri had a new appreciation for Alex and his good ass food.

“Roger we need to talk.” You said when you caught up to him. He turned around. “Why don’t you want me to date anybody? Is it because you want to protect me? Just give me a reason, please.” he saw your pleading eyes and pulled you to a bench where he could talk to you. “I know how guys can be. I know how most of us don’t care about our girl unless we truly care for her. I mean,i’ve cheated, I’m no saint but i know how it fucks them up. And do you really think I want that to happen to my baby sister? No. I don’t i want you to live happily with the man of your choice but it’s hard trying to see if a guys uf going to cheat on. Or hurt you, especially when you’re in love.” You sighed, “I get that Rog, I totally do, but you have to understand that I’m a grown woman that can make her own choices. I don’t need you to hold my hand everywhere i go like im a toddler. I need to make my own decisions, and I need to learn from my mistakes, even if that means me getting hurt.” He ran his hands through his curls. “I don’t even want you growing up. I want you to be that annoying thing that pulled on my hair and gave me a headache when you cried.” You smiled softly. “Me growing up is inevitable, all you can do is enjoy it with me.” He laid his head on your shoulder. “‘I’m sorry i been a dickhead lately. I wish you and Alex the best of luck. Only because I love you.” You chuckled. “We good?” You smiled. “We good.”

The two of you made conversation as you went upstairs but when you got there you saw Alex in his boxers giving a recipe to the boys. The heard you come in and turned their heads. “Darling, did you know this man can cook?!!” You nodded. “And you didn’t tell us? What a betrayal.” Deaky snarked. You smiled before Alex at his side, “You guys make up?” you nodded. “Even gave us his blessing.” He chuckled. “Now we can kiss in front of him.” Roger seemed to have heard that because he said, “Not in a million years. Not even at your wedding.” The two of you laughed, before you reveled in this beautiful domestic moment.

#Roger #roger taylor #Rogerina #roger taylor one shot #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor blurb #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x Y/N #roger taylor x you #roger taylor x sis!reader

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Thoughts on the New Kim Possible Movie, Part 2

This is just a two-parter review, it basically started out as one but got too long. So, just saying again, I liked the live-action Kim Possible way more than I thought I would. I can’t say I need a sequel, but if Disney made one I would watch it.

Things I Loved:

- Kim's crazy karate moves. Yes, unrealistic, but totally in line with the cartoon. Nothing seems too unrealistic when compared to the cartoon, and if anything it makes the live-action version more “animated.”

- Also love that Kim's mom and grandma bust out some moves too! Okay, yeah, the original Mrs. Dr. P was more doctor than black belt, but I'll allow it. And while I wasn't a huge Buffy fan, the whole scene must have been a little nostalgic for Alyson Hannigan. (Not to mention, Kim Possible is Buffy-eque: teen “girly” girl using super karate skills to save the world. Being a Slayer would explain Kim's borderline-magical athletic abilities.)

- On that note, one of my favorite jokes of the movie is when Kim calls her family “Team Golden Girls” and her mom says she's grounded, lmao. Also love the heroes taunting Drakken about his plot reveal.

- Any scenes with Drakken (Todd Stashwick) and Shego (Taylor Ortega). Everything from the costumes to the acting are on-point. Shego in particular steals every scene she's in.

Things I Wasn't So Crazy About:

- They basically remade So the Drama. The Drakken plot could have been more original considering the movie wants to be its own thing.

- Kim's line to Athena, “It's almost like you were made to be my BFF!” Um, Kim, you already HAVE a BFF! You know, Ron Stoppable, who barely gets any screen time in this movie? I know Kim has to befriend Athena in order to make the story work, but this line makes it seem like Kim's ready to replace Ron.

- Kim in general is off. It's not the actress' fault at all, as Sadie Stanley does the best with what she's given. The script portrays Kim Possible as this eager-to-please show-off who can't stand to see another person do better than her. In the beginning scene Kim rattles on about getting no sleep, planning her outfits in advance and researching her teachers. The original Kim Possible didn't create extra work for herself just to appear perfect.

- Come to think of it she never even cared about perfection. She hated to lose, but she never coveted her “superhero image” the way this Kim does. Yes, she was a great student and overachiever, but she handled everything because she's quick on her feet – that's her whole thing. Kim was always late to class and struggling to get by, because she spent her nights saving the world.

- Wrapping up this point, it might be best just to consider this a prequel. It makes a little more sense if Kim learned these lessons about perfectionism and insecurity before the start of the series. (Not sure if this is technically a prequel or a reboot...leaning towards reboot, unless she makes Middleton a cheerleader school again between the movie and series premiere.)

Other Things I Noticed:

- Neither of the Possible parents wear their trademark lab coats. It's jarring in the beginning. At least give Mr. Dr. P a tie.

- Speaking of Golden Girls, Nana Possible should look more like Sophia Petrillo, not the younger version we got. If a fourteen-year-old can save the world, an eighty-year-old can do a spin-kick. I mean, I didn't mind movie Nana, but it's always a little irksome when a character is made to be younger and/or more attractive than the original.

- And, last but not least, I get an Incredibles vibe from the end. If Disney does make a sequel, I feel like they would start immediately from the last scene, with Kim and crew meeting mini-Dr. D.

#kim possible #ron stoppable #disney channel #DCOMs

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Insolence, Pt. 1 [Adam Cole]

So, here is my first wrestling fan fiction on Tumblr.

Let me know what you guys think!

Title: Insolence, Part One of ?

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna, because it’s easier for me to write with names in stories)

Genre: Angst-y?

Length: ~2,600 words

Warnings: Cursing, mention of death

Summary: You had a good life, with good friends, and happiness. Then things changed. You’re trying to rebuild your happiness, but it’s not going how you want it to.

You started your wrestling career in California, with promotions ranging from APW, which many didn’t even know about, to PWG, where you currently still ran around when possible. You had found your way out of California, to the mid-west and east coast, settling in to matches with AIW and DREAMWAVE and Beyond, among others. And that had led you to ROH, as a regular, as well. You were one of the in-ring announcers, and one of the first to demand a match when the opportunity arose.

Indy wrestling was the world you lived and breathed.

You’d made best friends along the way, such as Colt Cabana and Candice LeRae, Chuck Taylor and the Briscoes. And you’d made other close friends, and just friends in general. It was hard to be on the road with the same people and not become some type of weird-hybrid-friend-family. It was obvious that each other were all you had sometimes, and everyone found someone to be with while away from their loved ones.

You had a way of meeting people, and getting to know them where they were at. You knew better than to expect everyone to be the same, and you expected flaws and mistakes as happily as you accepted changes and successes. What mattered to you was what was at the core of a person; their heart and soul. If they had good intentions, but bad execution, you had no issue helping them figure out how to show the world their true objectives. You tried to be helpful without being intrusive or overbearing.

Having been around the wrestling community for a number of years, and being open to learning everything and anything from anyone who offered, you had a good head on your shoulders. You learned from your mistakes, and the mistakes you saw others make. You had sharpened your ability to think situations through before they happened; looking ahead was a big part of your personality. You liked to envision the pros and cons, the different paths choices could take you, and all the outcomes that could happen.

It was all of this that made it no surprise many found their way to you for advice and support, and a shoulder to cry on and a brain to pick. It was no wonder many called you “momma bear” on the road either.

And then things…changed.

You had been happily in a long-term relationship with your fiancé, Evan, since high school. He was the home you went to when you weren’t wrapped up in wrestling. He loved you, supported your wild dreams, and refused to let you settle for anything but your best. He was your best friend, your partner, your teammate. You learned how to share yourself with someone else because of him, and learned how to care for others because of him. When nothing else made sense, when your body hurt, and your brain had a million thoughts…he was peace.

So when he died, the result of a late night car accident where the other driver had one too many drinks and thought themselves invincible, everything stopped making sense. 9 years together, and he was gone. Just like that.

While you believed yourself a strong, independent woman, you realized very quickly that the partnership you had with Evan was what kept you stable in life. Yes, you could keep yourself alive, but he helped to keep you sane and sensible. He had been what you were to so many others on the road. He had been your sounding board, your secret keeper, and without him, you felt as though every feeling and thought and worry was just stuck inside of you.

Your friends tried, bless them, to fill his role.

Candice texted daily, even if it was just a cute picture of an otter or an invitation for a Disney songs Facetime singalong. She redid your makeup after ugly crying had washed it clean away. Chuck Taylor offered to get absolutely shit canned with you, more than once, and you, more than once, took him up on the offer. You knew there was laughter shared with him, but it was always blurry in the hangover the next day. Colt was quick for a joke, and just as quick to see through your smoke screen of a grieving-but-ok-widow. He was more apt to let you come to him with your worries and concerns though. Patience, surprisingly, was a strong suit of Colt Cabana.

Jay Briscoe…he wasn’t that way. He saw through your “bullshit”, as he said, and called you out on it regularly. Jay didn’t allow you to wallow and hide; he forced you to say your worst feelings and fears and thoughts to him. He had tough love down to a science, playing the big brother role to perfection. While you hated him for it sometimes, you also knew he was doing it because he cared. Because he saw you holding everything in, and it worried him what that would do to you. He was a friend that wasn’t going to let you slip away.

Which brought you to Adam Cole.

You had been friends many years, sharing many of the same locker rooms and sometimes rings together. The two of you had been in friend groups together before, grabbing food before the show or a beer after. You’d had conversations, sharing similar likes in some music, movies, and video games. He was by no means your best friend, but he was a good friend all the same. He was higher up on the list of people you’d hang out with on the road than most.

You had been involved in the infamous Guerilla Warefare match, which saw you, Candice, Joey Ryan, and Chris Hero taking on Adam, Roderick Strong, and the Young Bucks at PWG. While Candice had taken a thumbtack shoe to the face, which was rightfully so the biggest moment of the match, you had taken multiple big moves from Adam, including being thrown in to the crowd’s chairs as while as a piledriver on the ring apron. You had put your life in his hands, and he had delivered in all the right ways. You remembered being on such a high after that match. So had he.

But after Evan died, and through the ensuing months, Adam had pulled away.

At first you hadn’t really noticed, too involved in your grief, and trying to simply exist day to day. He had attended the funeral, having been a friend of Evan’s in the way all in the wrestling family had been. Evan had been at numerous shows over the years, and had been a part of many post-show beer outings, conversing with Adam on his own. It made sense then that Adam had sent you a couple texts, checking on you, though they tapered off quickly.

When you returned to the locker room a few months after the fact, while others had given you generic condolences or more personalized comments, Adam was just…there. He stood to the side while you were swept up in to separate hugs by each of the Young Bucks, each gently squeezing you to tell you they were happy to see you. Adam had just given you a brief smile, a quiet “good to see you”, before walking off.

He stayed distant after that. You worried that maybe you were giving off negative vibes. You had been hyper aware that coming back would be awkward for all involved. There was no handbook on how to handle the death of a friend or a coworker’s significant other, especially for wrestlers. You had played the “momma bear” role so well for so many years, and now you were the one in need of “mothering”, so to speak. No one had wanted to burden you with their issues knowing what yours were.

So you had taken all of the advice Jay had given you, about moving forward no matter how much it hurt, and trying to find the good in each day, to heart. You thought you were showing everyone you were going to be OK, and they didn’t need to tread on eggshells around you. You tried to remember to smile, to let yourself laugh. You were also learning to allow yourself to be the one who did need the mothering, and letting your emotions out to those you trusted most. You thought you were showing that you were getting on with life, in a good way.

Adam continued to be around but aloof though, so maybe you were wrong?

Except, it became clear the more shows you were back at that, you weren’t wrong. You were actually doing OK. As time passed, you were faking your inner-peace and strength less and less. You were genuinely beginning to move forward, allowing Evan’s death to be a part of you but not a controlling entity. Your laughter was real, and loud as ever. The locker room settled back in to a routine; jokes were shared, plans were made, and the unit seemed cohesive again. Life seemed to be settling back down in to some semblance of contentment.

So then why did Adam continue to keep you at arm’s length? It confused you, definitely. But it also irritated the hell out of you. Because he was no longer just quietly away from you, he had progressed to downright blatantly avoiding you.

More than once you had come in to a room, joined a group and conversation he was a part of, only for him to find an excuse to leave within minutes. He wasn’t even subtle about it. Adam was always a cocky bastard, sure, but he had never been so outwardly rude to you before. When he saw you in the hallways, he’d give you a blank stare, and often times change direction. The more this went on, the more it hurt. He no longer seemed just unsure what to say; he seemed like he didn’t want to talk to you at all. Like you had angered him, or hurt him, in some way.

You had become so fed up after one particular instance, where Adam had practically sneered at you asking Jay Lethal a question in front of him, that you had confronted one of his best friends Matt Jackson on the matter. Your gut wanted to confront Adam, but given his behavior, you figured you would get a blank stare and no answer. So his closest friend seemed a better route.

“You gotta ask him, girlie. I don’t even know,” was Matt’s response however, giving you a look that could have been sympathetic or annoyed, you weren’t sure, before walking off.

So after five months of being back, nine since Evan’s death, you had hit your breaking point. It wasn’t as though Adam and you had a huge falling out, or your friendship had just naturally, slowly come to a halt. He was still just as present, still just as involved with the same people you were, but only not involved with you, by his own obvious choice. You had no idea what you’d done to cause his behaviors, and it bothered you. You were not someone who liked actions without explanations.

It was after a match with Taeler, where the girl, try as she could, had botched multiple moves and genuinely risked your own well-being, that you finally exploded. You were in a corner of the arena, sitting on a table, holding an ice pack to the back of your neck, hating that you were on the verge of tears, when you saw him walking by. He was in jeans, a black pullover hoodie snug on his body, his hair tied in a low bun at the back of his neck.

If anyone asked you why you did it, you wouldn’t be able to give them a straight answer, but you removed the ice pack from your neck and with surprisingly good aim, hurled it at him, hitting him square in the lower back. Your anger had apparently put some speed on the projectile, because he visibly jolted at the impact, reaching around to put his hand where the object hit him to soothe the spot. Adam spun on his heels, looking around confused and quickly, trying to figure out what had hit him, how and why.

“What the hell?! …Brenna??” He looked confused, and angry, and also flinched slightly in pain when he took a step closer to you. You got some type of satisfaction from that.

“Fuck you, Adam Cole,” you declared angrily, sliding off the table you had been sitting on, advancing towards him. He appeared caught-off guard, not necessarily threatened by your approaching frame, but worried all the same.

“What the hell? What did you just throw at me? WHY did you fucking throw something at me?!”

“Because you’re a dick,” you declared. “I have done NOTHING to you, and you treat me like shit. And I’m tired of it! If you hate me, or whatever, fine, be that way. But at least fucking tell me what I did before brushing me away like I’m nothing. We were friends at one point, I thought.”

“What the FUCK are you going on about?” He retorted, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Did Taeler hit you a little too hard?”

“Don’t act ignorant,” you demanded. “Ever since I’ve been back, you’ve wanted nothing to do with me. I come in a room, you find a reason to leave. You basically refuse to talk to me, let alone be around me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” You squeezed your hands in fists at your sides, trying to keep the anger flowing, and the tears not. “Just fucking tell me why. Why can’t you even look at me anymore?”

“I’m looking at you right now, darlin’. And all I can see is you’ve lost your damn mind,” Adam stated, his tone dismissive, the cocky bastard side of him clearly now in conrol.

“FUCK. YOU,” you snarled, your voice echoing off the concrete walls.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, girlie,” Jay Briscoe seemingly swooped in from nowhere, putting a hand on your arm, placing himself to your side but in front of you a bit, a barrier between you and Adam. “What’s going on here?” He asked, looking at Adam, and not you.

“Your girl, is crazy,” Adam declared, his eyes still right with yours, but addressing Jay’s question. You could see the anger in Adam’s eyes, along with the tension in his clenched jaw.

“Have I said fuck you, yet?” You asked sarcastically, restraining yourself from also giving him the finger or, childishly, sticking out your tongue.

“Hey, if you want a hate fuck, all you need to do is ask,” he retorted, the arrogance in his tone overwhelming.

And that was enough. Your rage boiled over, and before anyone, including yourself really knew better, your hand connected with Adam’s face, your knuckles making impact right on his cheek. His head flew to the side, as you followed through in your swing. Your arm dropped down after the punch, and you stared at him, as he remained turned to the side, his eyes closed.

“BRENNA!” Jay exclaimed, grabbing you fully by the shoulders and shoving you back behind him now entirely. “What the hell kid!”

You didn’t have a response. You felt like you were watching someone else’s life through your eyes, as you looked around Jay’s side. You just stared at Adam, as he slowly seemed to come back to reality as well, both of you letting what had just happened sink in. He stood up straight again, reaching a hand up to press gingerly against his jaw, which he moved ever so slightly, assessing the damage. When his eyes opened, the blue in them was practically electric, and he quickly laid them on you.

The stare down between the two of your was tense, to say the least. Adam looked entirely pissed off, but he also seemed…something. Something that your two incidences of physical violence, and verbal lashing, had clearly made worse. And you were seething, hurt, confused.

“You want to know why I’ve avoided you?” Adam finally spoke, his tone so cold, so quiet, so controlled, it sent a chill into your heart. “This is why.”

After pausing for one second longer, he turned, and walked away from you, not once looking back. You were confused more than ever. And then you began to feel the pain in your knuckles.

UPDATE: So this did in fact get continued....and is still in progress.

More parts can be found here: Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine

#adam cole one shot #adam cole fan fiction #adam cole fanfic #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fan fiction #roh fanfic #wrestling imagine #adam cole imagine #Adam Cole #adam cole fan fic #insolence

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