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imagine-that-100 · 3 years

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Glass in the Studio

Description: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | Alex injures himself before your date which means that it’s a trip to A&E instead of a restaurant.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of blood & injuries?

A/N: This was requested by @supersonic-scientist I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think. This is the first of a few drabbles coming over the next few days so enjoy. Likes and reblog are appreciated and as always, thank you to everyone who reads x

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“Miles you really are a fucking idiot.” Alex rolls his eyes as he crouches down on the floor to pick up the now smashed Coke bottle.

“I think you’re the idiot mate. You couldn’t catch a bottle from four foot away.” Miles shakes his head.

Alex looks up at his best mate as if he’s stupid, and also chuckles a little in disbelief, “Why would you throw a half empty bottle at me from four foot away when you could have just passed it me?”

Miles mumbles something under his breath that Alex didn’t quite hear as he starts picking up the glass. There were quite a few large shards that acted as bowls for the smaller shards to sit on as Alex continued to collect the glass from the studio’s wooden floor.

The fluorescent lights that were lighting up the room were making it pretty hard for Alex to actually see the smaller pieces of glass because they blended in with the glossy floor beneath him. However, Alex thought he did quite well with what glass he’d already collected so he asked his best mate to pass the bin over.

This is something Miles does for his friend, but he’s still in a weird mood that the both of them get into when they are in the studio together. So Miles extends the small bin in his hand towards his best mate, but when Alex goes to put the glass in, Miles pulls it away.

No glass goes on the floor again because Miles never actually let Alex get that far, but it was amusing to Miles to see his best friend getting annoyed at him. So he just decided to do it one more time.

This is when tragedy struck. Alex preempted his idiot of a mate to pull his trick again so Alex lunged himself forward ensuring that the glass went in the bin this time, but as he did he threw himself off balance.

His free hand landed right on a decent sized shard of glass, cutting the small muscle on his palm that protected his thumb. And he could feel it stuck in there pretty deep.

“Fuck.” Alex seethed, picking himself up off the floor as he started seeing the blood oozing around the glass that was stuck in his hand.

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You’d just finished work and you were really excited for your night ahead. You were seeing Alex later and he was taking you out on your 7th date.

You’d been friends for well over 5 years so you knew each other like the back of your hands. But only 6 months ago did you both question if you could be more than the friends you've been for ages.

And as it turns out you could.

You’d loved each and every second of seeing Alex in a romantic sense. He was a real gentleman and you were loving that he treated you like ‘his queen’.

That was a little joke of his because since he’d grown his hair out over the past 2 years after the AM tour, you'd told him that he looked like prince charming but with brown hair. And he was honestly living up to that title because he never stopped looking after you.

Your job stressed you out a lot and with Alex being back and mostly being bored before his tour came back around he was always with you. He gave you a lovely distraction from what your life normally was and he lit you back up again.

You’d really fallen hard for him. And he for you.

That’s why your heart stopped in your chest when you got in the car and found out what had happened. Alex had FaceTimed you saying, “Hey love, sorry to bother you when you're not even home yet but I’m gunna probably be really late tonight.”

“Are you okay?” You ask him as he looks white as a sheet on the screen on your phone. His floppy hair was a mess too.

You didn’t even mind about the date, you’re just worried about him as he looked really unwell. Like more unwell than you’d ever seen him before.

And you’d seen him in some states over the years.

“Erm, yeah and no.” Alex says and panic sets in your stomach, but thankfully he carries on explaining, “I cut my hand on broken glass and Miles is dragging me to A&E.”

“Not dragging you Alex, you’re hand’s cut open.” You can hear Miles say in a scorning voice.

You could see from the screen that he was sitting in a car but he didn't let you ask about his health. He just shushed his mate and apologised, “That doesn’t matter. Y/N I’m really sorry I’m gunna more than likely miss the reservation but I swear I’m gunna make it u-”

You interrupt and ask your boyfriend, “Al, Are you okay?” as he looks very light headed now.

“I’m fine” Alex says before lifting his hand so you could see it in the camera.

You could see that he’d tied a pot towel around it but what scared you was that the bit around the back of his hand was white and the bit on his parm was completely soaked red.

Your heart drops knowing what it was but for some reason you ask, “Is that blood?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” Alex tries to carry on but you don’t let him.

You shake your head and widen your eyes to scorn him for trying to continue on about the date, “You are literally bleeding… There’s more important things Alex.”

“But I just wanted to take you out.” Alex pouts and he leans his head against the window of the car Miles is obviously taking him to hospital in.

He was so adorable but at the same time so stupid.

After you ask Miles which A&E he’s taking him to, you race there yourself. You knew Alex and you knew how he was around doctors, especially when the trip was an unwanted one.

One too many bad experiences left him nervous of waiting rooms and seeing men and women in white coats. He didn’t like it all that much so there was no way you weren’t going.

Whether that be for moral support or to help ease his nerves you didn’t know. You just knew you couldn’t sit at home wondering if the man you love was okay after seeing how much blood was on that thick pot towel.

“Are you okay?” You say as your arms wrap around his waist.

“I’m fine.” Alex says, hugging you while simultaneously keeping his hand raised. “Better now you’re here.”

He kissed the side of your head before he let you go and you sat yourself down beside him. Miles left after you’d all been waiting together for 20 minutes but you assured him that your (but also practically his) boyfriend would be alright with you.

You were waiting an hour in total before you were sat in a chair next to the bed that the nurse had made Alex lie down on the bed and was preparing his hand to be stitched up. The cut was fairly deep and the nurse really wasn’t surprised at how much blood he’d lost considering the size of the wound.

It was lucky the glass hadn’t gone any deeper into his muscle or he could have been in a lot worse situation.

“I’m sorry.” Alex says when he looks away from the nurse to you sitting just beside him.

You frown a little then and look into his soft brown eyes, “What for?”

“This isn’t the date I wanted to take you on...” Alex tells you, pouting his bottom lip a little. “A&E isn’t really what I had in mind for tonight.”

You softly smile at him then and gently rub his shoulder as you say, “We could be here or at a dingy pub or a fancy restaurant and I’d be just as happy because you’re with me.”

Alex just grins at you like an idiot then, even more so when you say, “I’m happy anywhere as long as you’re with me.”

Alex’s heart melts.

“Please give me a kiss.” His Sheffield accent comes through thick when he asks you that.

You grin like the idiot in love that you are before you get up off the chair you’re sat on and kiss your boyfriend. His lips are warm and inviting as they always were and you smile into the sweet kiss as he tries to keep you there a little longer to distract him.

When you pull away, Alex softly smiles, “I love you.”

“I love you more...” You grin and add, “My little damsel in distress.” You run your fingers through his floppy hair and smile when he leans into your touch a bit more.

Alex laughs at that as you sit back down beside his bed and he chuckles, “This make you my prince charming now?”

“Well I’m not the one about to get stitches so I think so.” You giggle, looking over to the nurse who looked just about ready to start.

She moved her wheely table that now held her equipment to start treating Alex and she looks to him and asks, “You ready?”

Alex then grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers and after giving it a kiss and a squeeze he smiles and nods, “I am now”

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bilbao-song · 3 years

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heres an ask because i too am desperate to engage with people. i know u dont care about roxy music but you did say you would accept something as incoherent as a keysmash so here is an equivalent: admittedly i find the dynamics between ANY band and their fans very interesting, but roxy music in particular. there is a peculiar divide between those who are staunch bryan ferry fans (these people typically dont give half of a shit about anyone else in the band), those who are fans of the group as a whole and dont particularly care about individual members at all, and those who are most interested in phil manzanera and andy mackay and sometimes the other guys, who generally quite dislike bryan (i being the latter)- and often there is resentment between the groups. i think its so interesting that a group of people can be presented with the same exact material, love it and enjoy it for years, and yet latch onto different parts of it and make it such a part of their identity that should you confuse one with the other they become insulted, or if nothing else will tell you "no no, i like roxy music but i REALLY like bryan, i think hes the best", or "no no, i love roxy music and im a fan of andy and phil in particular but i dont care for byran much at all, dont get it twisted", etc. are there bands you're more familiar with who have this sort of divide amongst the fanbase? do tell me about them, if you like :>

first of all i absolutely love that u sent this ksdhgkshg this is like. exactly the kind of thing i wanted

sorry for taking 39485949 years to post this lmao. i wrote like FIVE entire paragraphs and then had to edit it but it was getting super late and anyway it’s still absurdly long (as in, i can say whatever i want in the below text bc no one is going to want to read it) and definitely devolved into a huge general rant about the annoying and creepy behaviors of some people within band fanbases (specifically ELO-related bc of course) as well as vagueing about my own controversial opinions but......nonetheless.

anyway!!! i find this kind of thing really interesting too!! and i know EXACTLY what you’re talking about. there are just sooo many facets to this, and i guess it’s different for every band. on the one hand i do think it’s kind of an interesting phenomenon bc if you think about it, they’re basically enjoying the same thing but taking wildly different/opposing stances on it. as a whole i would find it a lot more interesting/amusing and less frustrating if people could like...manage these kinds of differences without turning it into some kind of overly vitriolic/super hostile opposition that you would think is about politics or something and not a band we r supposed to be listening to for entertainment purposes. i mean, i 100% get that things don’t have to be Extremely Important to be worth discussing, but it just seems wild the way some people get SO intensely angry about these things, sometimes to the point of being kind of inappropriate. i have a lot of issues with the way some people within band fanbases tend to behave lol

.......anyway the Full Rant is below here (idk why i wrote this bc it’s long enough to be turned in for a grade and it’s only partially relevant. read at ur own risk):

so!! thankfully with most bands i enjoy i just kind of watch the fanbase from the sidelines and don't get too involved in or even aware of all the drama. like...i know about the band and enjoy the music but just manage to not get involved in whatever the community happens to be collectively freaking out about at any given moment. i feel like the kind of divide you mentioned is actually pretty common within band fanbases (i think there are things like this with like...styx and three dog night? among others? but i don't know all the details 👀) but like, FORTUNATELY with most of them i just would not know. that's very nice because i unfortunately do not always have that kind of luxury with the ELO fanbase...idk i have a lot of very strong ELO-related opinions that i usually don't like to discuss in great detail bc i get disproportionately frustrated but yeah basically what you described does kind of happen among ELO fans, although thankfully i'd say it's to a somewhat lesser extent? people are commonly at each other's throats about a variety of topics including (but not limited to) who they support or don't support, but there are still plenty of people who (thankfully) are not so aggressive lmao. there is sort of a divide within the fanbase but i feel like it's probably not so 50/50 as what you're talking about...maybe more like 85/15

THAT SAID, i have frequently commented on the fact that the ELO fanbase is largely a dumpster fire and there is a whole entire sector of the fanbase that is comprised of people who i absolutely cannot stand, and most of them do fight a lot lmao. this is only partially related to the subject at hand, but a good portion of the bickering is relevant to The Divide. like, i'm 100% okay with having a different opinion than someone else as long as they aren't acting like a complete freak about it, but idk, aside from the fact that most of these people are like?? needlessly aggressive?? there are certain opinions held by certain members of the Greater ELO Community that just give me that vibe of like...hmmmm this is a person i probably would not want to associate with at all, even in matters completely unrelated to this. Unsavory Person Vibes. i mean like, “opinions” that just boil down to "i am very very entitled and also incapable of seeing anyone else's perspective on literally anything ever BUT that isn't going to stop me from openly whining about this absolutely whenever possible." like!! it's one thing to have some kind of legitimate, reasonable criticism of an individual or band but some, if not most, of the things i've seen people losing their minds over within this fanbase have been so hilariously trivial that i just CANNOT understand how these people actually managed to get to be (presumably) functional adults who are probably like 50+ years old. i mean like, full-blown tantrums and calling someone all sorts of nasty things over something that shouldn't even be an issue because without exaggerating i cannot fathom how anyone could even be majorly upset about it in the first place. to give an example: someone once had a whole entire little strongly-worded, excessively presumptuous freakout because a guitar was no longer on loan to the rock and roll hall of fame. like...it was there for quite awhile and two out of four inductees loaned absolutely nothing but you're whining because one who DID loan something eventually took it back? do we not know what the word "loan" means? anyway the best part is that basically every time something like this happens, if someone tries to point out that the person is overreacting or perhaps just needs to look at a situation another way, they will then go off on that person bc god forbid we try to be level-headed about things. everything has to be Very Horrible All The Time or we’re doing something wrong or being stupid or something. idk i'm convinced that some people just want to be angry

also just...some of these people do some really shady things that i personally feel are morally questionable but there's nothing i can do about it so i try to just kind of avoid dwelling on it lmfao. like, it's not okay to violate people's privacy just because they're famous and you're overly entitled/nosy/desperate for clout/blatantly trying to profit off of them? i know in the Sane World that's a completely non-controversial idea but band fanbases apparently often aren't based on sanity skhglkshgks idk i could probably write a small novel on this and make a specific list of all the things they do that are just like...bafflingly tone deaf and kind of appalling but i digress. idk the worst part to me is the way they'll be like, saying/doing something that's just awful or like, maybe even totally factually wrong while acting like they're in the right. absolutely wild

to at least somewhat bring this back to what we were ATTEMPTING to talk about!!! personally i've reached a point where i pretty much no longer care about like 90% of anyone who has ever been in ELO (jeffrey/richard/roy/mike de albuquerque supremacy) but i'm not like, actively a Hater of the others lmao. i appreciate that they were there and enjoy the nostalgia(? i wasn’t alive) of it and i’m glad they’re out there existing but i just...don’t really care about anything they do at this point?? a good portion of it is a result of me taking issue with certain things some of them have done, which has impacted the way i feel about them, but MOST of it is really not that deep and it’s just that some of them just don't particularly interest me on that kind of level/i don't feel the need to get that invested in like 927509257 different people (fun fact: during the 1970s every third person in existence on earth was, at least briefly, a member of ELO). there's really only one ELO-adjacent person who i actually very strongly dislike and a) luckily i feel like they barely even count as a member b) the reasoning is kind of its own Thing and has very very very little to do with anything related to the band so it's kind of another subject entirely. anyway that’s as close as i’ll ever get to actually getting involved with any of the Drama sgsdgsdgfhdh. my primary beef is with the fanbase anyway because, as previously mentioned, there are too many insane people. i guess what i’m getting at here is that yeah there’s a divide and it does affect me BUT i also don’t really get why people allow this to make them act in a way that goes beyond just having a difference in opinion and is so overly hostile towards each other as well as the people they’re discussing. like...if anyone involved is a serial killer or something even remotely similar then yeah, being outraged on an extreme level and absolutely hating them even as an outsider makes sense. otherwise? calm down!!!!!

anyway. to wrap up this mostly incoherent rant that i hope no one read: i have always suspected that band fandoms kind of attract certain kinds of very distressingly weird people and i just think it's funny how there's always like, a little cluster of people within the fanbase who basically seem like they actually hate the band (those are almost always the Weird Ones bc i can’t tell you how many times i’ve witnessed a person who is like, into a band to a CREEPY extent and then one day they just flip and become a hater). at that point i'm just like, okay? so why are you still here lmfao. i guess that's the Main Idea of all of this lol. i just don't get why these people stick around when 98% of all they ever do is complain and act overly judgy? i just feel like if my so-called favorite band was making me that miserable i would try to find another band to like instead of becoming a menace to society. that’s just me tho

to bring all of this together i guess i just assume that some kind of phenomenon like this occurs within basically every band fanbase. idk it just seems pretty universal for some reason. certain kinds of people just love drama i guess and will turn any difference of opinion into some kind of shitshow

tl;dr: yes

#every time i talk about this sort of thing i think about how my mom joined some of the elo facebook groups #and after a few weeks she was like omg!!! you were right!!! they're crazy!!! they're FIGHTING with each other!!!#sadly the facebook ppl are actually pretty tame compared to what can be found lurking in other corners of the internet #anyway this mostly just turned into me vagueing about my beef with the elo fanbase again but it's hard not to go there sdhglkhsdgl #also i feel like with a lot of things that cause Controversy within band fandoms it's just like #people getting so angry over things that don't affect them and that the actual people involved aren't even that concerned about anymore #AND ppl assuming they have the whole story on a particular issue when oftentimes it's likely that they don't #whether it's bc the information just isn't out there or because certain sources are obviously going to slant things in their favor #which is not inherently a problem bc of course people have different perspectives but you just can't forget that that's a thing #idk i have.....so many very strong opinions but the idea of being specific about it in a conversation gives me hives #metaphorical hives #anyway thank you for sending this bc i am literally always waiting to rant about weird ppl within band fandoms #eddie-riff

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stevieang · 5 years

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Life As You Know It

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader Insert, college AU

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: High school clique drama, implied bullying, mean girls, boy/girl best friends, vague reference to death if you look sideways and upside down

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Summary: You and Tony Stark were best friends, your mothers were best friends, and you were always there for each other. You went to the same high school and attended college in the same town. Maria Stark loved you like her own, and knew that, given the right amount of time and opportunity, more could develop between you and her son. Would the two of you catch on?

A/N: Congratulations to @fanficfaerie for this follower milestone, it is so well deserved! Thank you for creating and running this Disney Song and Quote Challenge, I am sure it is time consuming and taxing in ways I can’t imagine. I appreciate the opportunity to participate, though I’m a tad nervous - I’ve never written Tony Stark before - hope this fits the bill!

Quote: “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” Winnie the Pooh

You were fuming. The good-girl, goodie-two-shoes rep that you so carefully cultivated with your teachers had always served you well. It was a complete act, but only your besties had any inkling. Until today, when the meanest of mean girls in your private school learned that you were responsible for a social media post detailing her daily atrocities. Your best friend Tony Stark helped you erase all traces of a digital fingerprint, but somehow, Christine found out and, after enlisting her parents’ help, had your ass hauled to the principal’s office.

As you listened to the adults yelling, lecturing, and threatening, all you could think of was the scene in “The Incredibles” when Dash’s teacher was trying to convince the principal to suspend him for putting a tack on his chair, to no avail. Except in your reality, there was no parent in the room to defend or punish you. Your parents were divorced, your Dad living on the other side of the country and your Mom, a pharmaceutical sales rep for a national company, always on the road. You had a good relationship with both your parents, but they were of the mind that the biggest part of their job was to instill solid moral character and independence from an early age. When you turned 16 and started driving, your mom made good on her plan to prepare you for adulthood. You had to complete all necessary home and school functions, maintain an acceptable GPA, incur no disciplinary problems, and communicate daily with her about the little and big things going on in your life. In exchange, you could come and go as you pleased, and have run of the house when she traveled, which was more often than not. Your living situation was the envy of the school. You weren’t about to do anything to mess it up, but today, it seemed you were on the fast-track to doing just that.

As your mom was out of town, the person they called, your guardian in absentia, was your Mom’s best friend since childhood, Maria Stark. Mrs. Stark was used to being called in to various offices of authority to answer for her son’s behavior, ego, or infractions. Tony started building internal combustion engines when he was 6, so high school was something he could have skipped altogether, but was forced upon him by his mother, to “foster social skills,” and help him get the “traditional teenage experience.” He was smarter than all his teachers and never let an opportunity pass where he could point that out. It was never well received. You two made a great “we don’t fit the mold and we love it” duo.

“Explain to me again why we’re here, sir, because I am at a loss to understand what rule this young lady has broken.” Maria was elegant, sophisticated and, in her own right, a very smart woman. When she asked a question, most likely she knew the answer; she was simply gathering information to support her argument against the unlucky person sitting across from her.

“Mrs. Stark, this young lady used social media to smear and defame the reputation of another student. As the school handbook states, this is grounds for detention and possibly suspension, as well as joint treatment sessions with the school counselor.” You leapt out of your chair, full of righteous teenage anger, intent on storming out. Maria’s hand on your arm and supportive gaze cooled your temper; she wasn’t going to let anyone steamroll you.

The next hour was spent determining what evidence, if any, conclusively linked you to the incident. Turns out, there was none, other than the suspicion of parents who were mortified that their daughter’s abhorrent behavior was now out in the world for anyone to see. You admitted to nothing, and though Christine’s face was chartreuse as the rapidly-growing Twitter feed was read aloud, there was nothing that pointed to you, other than the well-known fact that you hated the girl’s guts. It was the tragically classic scenario of a beautiful popular girl collecting herdmates to make fun of and torture girls like you, someone who didn’t fit nicely in any round holes. You left with a week’s worth of detention for the bogus crime of “lack of adherence to the school’s honor code” and a promise to clear your name when they found out you were innocent. After you filled him in, Tony shared your disbelief, and immediately started plotting.

You and he sat in the backseat while Maria drove home, spending the entire time texting with back and forth about ways to get even with the principal, to continue to make Christine’s life terrible, and to find out who suggested you were responsible.

“Hey, you two. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I know it’s some kind of revenge plan. I won’t have that, Tony. I will not have you two digging yourself any deeper.”

Tony: My mom knows it was you?

You: I never said a word, but she’s not dumb.

Tony: No she’s not, but do you want to tell her?

You: u think I should?

Tony: I would.

You: You would put up a billboard on the highway to announce you did it. Not a great role model.

Tony: I’ll give you that.

“Ok, Mrs. Stark, no revenge. I promise.” You leaned forward to lay your hand on her shoulder. “Thank you so much for being there today. I’d probably be suspended if you hadn’t been.”

“Yes, you’re right, I’m sure. Let’s forget all this and have some dinner, shall we?”

The Starks employed a chef, but when Mr. Stark was traveling, Maria often chose to cook. Tony ate, but he preferred the company of metal and circuits to people, so he often brought his plate in his room. When you joined them, he was required to come to the table, and Maria always prepared something you both loved to eat. Tonight, it was vegetable and pasta salad with steak and potatoes, accompanied by calm and civilized conversation that focused on things other than what happened earlier in the day. You appreciated not having to rehash the event, again, not being judged. You looked at the mother and son sitting next to you and felt cared for, taken care of. It was nice to not be a grown-up for once.

Tony’s thoughts were multiplying on how to get back at that little bitch Christine and her circle of hags. He looked at you, his best friend, one of the few people in the world that cared about him without reservation or expectations. He looked at you, the girl who stood by him at every step, every failure, every success, who encouraged his work, appreciated his failures, and called him out on his bullshit at every opportunity. Senior year was in full swing and he knew he never wanted to be without you. He also knew your insecurities and that made his heart bend even more, because he had them, too.

Maria looked at you and her son and smiled. Your rapid-fire conversation was smart, witty, and, at times, vulgar, but with an undercurrent of true affection. When she and her best friend delivered what would be their only children within a month of each other, they made a promise to remain a part of each other’s lives. That promise had borne this friendship playing out at her dining room table. Tony looked at you adoringly, and you returned it with a gaze full of laughter and spark, two things that were necessary if you were going to ever be more than friends. Maria knew the ingredients for a great match were already there, all that was needed was time and opportunity, and there would be plenty of both.

Until there wasn’t.

After graduating from high school, you both attended college in Boston; Tony blowing shit up at M.I.T. and you diving head-first into your double-major at Boston College. He was famous before he arrived, but after? He was a magnet for all things flashy, fun, illegal, and new. He was surrounded wherever he went; inundated with phone numbers, obvious invitations to a variety of one-night stands, and so much debauchery and alcohol that the head of campus security told the president of MIT, who then called the big man, Howard. After the browbeating, the only change in his behavior was an improved ability to slide under the radar and avoid trouble. You only found out on the increasingly-rare occasion you texted each other.

You lived in separate apartments, attended different schools, pursued different fields of study. It was natural that you wouldn’t see each other as you once did. You shied away from the big loud crowds that were Tony’s new normal, and he couldn’t understand why you enjoyed spending quiet time with friends that weren’t him. The waning friendship hurt both of you, in ways the other didn’t recognize. Tony sought out the company of an unceasing string of one-night stands and you finally decided to open your heart to guys whose names weren’t always in the paper. Life went on, with a little less spark, less laughter, less heart. The holidays were fast approaching, and this time, they felt different; and not in a good way.

Thanksgiving break was a quick one, spent catching up with family and marshalling your energy to push through finals. For the first time in your memory, you did not want to go to the Stark’s home for the traditional day-after-Thanksgiving dinner, where everybody brought a dish of leftovers, the Stark’s added liquor and pizza, and you caught up for hours. You tried to get out of it, but it was non-negotiable, from your mother’s perspective. You planned on staying away from Tony, kissing Maria and Howard, and coming home with claims of a headache. After the party, the Moms talked and compared notes about how glum their children became at the mention of the other’s name. They each took it upon themselves to plant seeds that would ignite the feelings they knew you had for one another.

“Hey, Stark’s here for you.” You were on your bed, hair up, pencil through the elastic, piles of books and your laptop spread out everywhere. The sigh that escaped did not go unnoticed by the playboy who didn’t bother to wait for an invitation to enter your room.

“I heard that sigh and I resent it. What? No confetti? No nudity? What the hell? When did you turn into a grown-up?” You snorted, knowing this line of questioning was meant to either convince you to do something you didn’t want to, or to help assuage his guilt. “I grace you with my presence on a Friday night and this is what I find? The old lady librarian look?” It didn’t matter to him what you wore, anything you chose made his heart leap, but damned if he was going to let you know that.

Your glasses slipped off as you leaned forward, doubled over in laughter. “Guess so, T. There’s this thing most neurotypical humans do. It’s called “studying,” it’s in every college handbook ever printed, and if I don’t do it, I’m not going to Oxford.” Your undergraduate work had led you to your calling, Cognitive Neuroscience studies. Your entire life’s goal was to gain admission to the Wellcome Trust Doctoral Training Program in Neuroscience at Oxford, which meant every grade counted, every test and paper was important. You had no time to indulge in dinner out, let alone participate in the Unequivocally Unchecked Life of Tony Stark.

His facade fell, a bit, as he sat next to you and gently placed your glasses back on your nose. You immediately pushed them up to avoid his eyes, and pulled loose papers out from under his exceptionally toned butt. Not that you noticed. “C’mon, it’s Friday night, when’s the last time you left this apartment to do something other than study? I told our moms I would check in on you.”

“Ahhhh, so that’s why you’re here, Moms Mandate.” Your disappointment must have been evident, even to the oblivious Tony Stark.

“No. I’m here because I didn’t get to see you over Thanksgiving and I miss hanging out with someone who doesn’t kiss my ass. Though, if you wanted to kiss anything of mine, I would be more than open to that idea.” Tony rarely seemed awkward, he covered it so well with bravado that it took a trained eye to realize that insecurity bubbled close to the surface.

You surprised yourself, and him, when you slowly leaned forward and, at the last minute, kissed his forehead. His expression caused you to cry with laughter, again, as you hopped up and grabbed something to drink. A surge of pride filled you; you had unsettled the unflappable Tony Stark. “You can report back to the Moms that I am fine. Working very hard, achieving excellent grades, exhibiting an appropriate level of safety, enjoying my friends, and unsullied by neither man nor woman.” He sighed and dropped his head in disgust.

“That is the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard. C’mon, you’re coming with me, you are going to experience Boston nightlife and actually live the college dream.” He was clearly thrilled with the idea, but you put the brakes on his party train.

“Thank you for taking on the role of social protectorate, but I can’t. I am not going to engage with you about why and how, I just need you to trust that I cannot go out tonight.” His skepticism didn’t make you waver one bit.

“Ok, then tomorrow night, and I am not taking no for an answer. You are going to get all dolled up and enjoy a breathtakingly irresponsible night on the town. My treat.” Your heart flipped at the invitation, but it didn’t stop you from speaking your mind.

“As enticing as that invitation is, I do not want to be an anonymous member of the Tony Stark entourage. I can find my own fun, thanks.” You stood and opened the door, picking up additional reference materials and returning your attention to the task at hand. “Bye T, thanks for stopping by, say hi to your Mom for me. Please tell her I can’t wait to see her and your Dad at Christmas.”

Tony Stark was unaccustomed to being dismissed. He knew that other than his mother, you were the only person that could do it and cause him to pause and re-evaluate his behavior. As he left, he knew he had to prove to you that he was sincere, that he wanted to hang out with you, help you lighten up, and watch you enjoy yourself. You gasped and looked at him as he gently encircled your waist and hugged you.

“I miss you. I want to spend time with you. Please.” You froze in his arms, unable to process what was going on.

“Sure, T. Text me tomorrow and let me know what’s up. We can meet up somewhere, no problem.” Little did you know that Tony had much more in mind than a simple dinner.

You awoke to a confusing text.

Tony: When you read this, please head to the campus library and ask for the head librarian. She has something for you

You: Ummmmmm, ok?

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you were a tiny bit fluttery that Tony had taken the time to think about you to this degree. You grabbed a bagel and your protein shake and headed over. You knew the head librarian, Ms. Williams, very well and she smiled upon seeing you.

“One moment, dear. I’ve got something for you.”

Follow this clue to the 8th floor. You will find an old friend waiting in the Children’s Literature section, with your next objective. You complied, searching for the provided shelf number when you arrived at the 8th floor.

You laughed as The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh came into view, with a Pooh and honey pot bookmark stuck in the pages. This book was a staple of your childhoods. Your mothers gave each other copies, read the stories to you every night, and your favorite quote was under your senior picture in the high school yearbook. Your excitement grew as you remembered how fun Tony could make the most mundane events. You also wondered how the hell he had time to do all this between last night and this morning.

The bookmark was tucked into the page with the quote, and you smiled at his sweetness. He knew how much it meant to you.

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

Did you think I could forget these words? They mean as much to me as they do to you. I wanted to remind you of how much you mean to me. There’s a surprise waiting for you at your apartment, where you’ll find the next clue.

You practically sprinted back home, gasping when you saw a beautiful soft yellow dress hanging on your closet door, with an appointment card to a very expensive salon on Newbury Street. You turned the card over and continued to smile - Tony had already paid for whatever you wanted done and had left a tip. He really could be thoughtful when he took the time.

It was early December, so you bundled up before heading out to your appointment. When you left, you could not believe the transformation.

You: Thanks Tony, I can’t believe you did all this.

Tony: For you? Of course. I’ll be by at 8pm. Can’t wait to see you.

That felt different. Your insides squished and squirmed - whether it was excitement or nerves, you weren’t sure. You dressed, beautified, and waited.

Tony: I hope you’re ready, beautiful. On my way.

Geez, he was laying it on thick. You laughed when he pulled up to your building in a regular old car he must have borrowed from someone’s father and jumped out to open your door. You had no idea why he would not drive one of his ridiculously flashy fleet. You were a huge Madonna fan in your younger years, and this struck you as the plot of her “Material Girl” video; was he trying to impress you by thinking he was just as “regular” as you were? Tony could never be described as “regular” or “average,” even if he didn’t have a dollar to his name.

Tony never really stopped. He momentarily paused, he changed his focus, but his brain, his body, his mouth were always in high gear. So when he got out of the car and saw you, it was a wholly different feeling. He had never seen you look so beautiful - the dress wrapped within your white winter coat, your cheeks pink from the cold, your hair beautifully styled. He hadn’t realized how long your hair had gotten and how much it changed your entire appearance.

“You look stunning. I did a very good job picking this out, didn’t I?” Now this was your best friend.

“Yes, Tony, you did an amazing job. I loved the clues, loved the book, loved everything. It made me realize how much I missed you.” You turned to him and asked him to stop. “How much I missed the real Tony Stark.” His eyes closed as you softly kissed his cheek and let your hand land on his.

“C’mon, time for me to show you off and ply you with insanely expensive drinks.” He kept his promise. The night was fun, like old times, but prettier and with alcohol. You talked about everything and nothing, filling each other in, sharing your hurts and stories and plans, and reveling in each other’s company. Neither of you wanted the night to end, so you invited him to your apartment for a nightcap. You were shocked when he refused.

“No thanks, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Your eyes questioned and he saw the sting of rejection. He looked at you, held your hands, and pecked your lips with his. You stepped back, stunned. “You have no idea how much I want to, but I want to earn you, and I haven’t yet.”

“What does that mean? What are you trying to earn?”

“Someone I don’t deserve. You.” With another soft peck on the cheek, he was gone.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas break, you wondered if that night was a dream. You and Tony awkwardly texted a bit, but didn’t see much of each other in the mad rush of finals. After handing in your last project and dragging yourself to your apartment to make up as much lost sleep as possible, you were stunned out of your stupor by the sight of Tony waiting in front of your door.

“You’re done, right?” His tired smile mirrored your own.

“Yes, thank the Lord in Heaven and every deity known to modern man.”

“Good. I wanted to show you something I’ve been working on.” He stood and took out his phone, ready to press play when you put your hand over his.

“Tony can we go inside so I can sit down and maybe sleep for 2 days?” He barely heard you, his nerves clearly a distraction, but he nodded and sat next to you, relaxing when you lay your head on his shoulder.

He apologized for leaving you hanging since your night out, for not paying enough attention to you, for not showing you how much you meant to him. “My mom also slapped me once or twice to drive the point home that I’ve been a douchebag. I’m sorry.” He cued up the video on his phone and played it. The introduction included the theme song to the “Winnie the Pooh” movie and cut to your favorite quote. He took your silence for awe, then realized you were sleeping soundly.

As he tucked a blanket around you and kissed your forehead, he whispered, “You are the reason I am braver and stronger, and that’s because you’re smarter. I hope you hear me because I can’t imagine saying it out loud again.” You smiled to yourself as you snuggled under your covers and drifted off to sleep.

The End

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littlespoonevan · 7 years

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ahhh so i’ve just surpassed 4000 followers which is just the strangest thing in the world to me so i wanted to say a little thank you to some of the people who make my time on here so wonderful :’) as some of you may know, i’m very fussy about who i follow. i only follow 52 blogs overall between this blog and my other one and i counted and it turns out only about 20 of them are skam-centric blogs asdjhjhdjfh so i thought a nice thing to do might be to leave a lil comment about why i follow each of these ppl :’) some will be longer than others depending on how well i know the person or how long i’ve been following them but i appreciate you all <3

to every single one of you who has followed me, whatever your reason may be, i want to say thank you. thank you for putting up with me, thank you for always leaving nice comments in your tags, thank you for making my day over and over again. you are so special and i’m so lucky to have you <3

@tiptopevak - jessie, you are one of the most inherently good people i have ever had the pleasure of speaking to. just talking to you makes my day brighter and potentially the only thing sweeter than you is your writing asdjkfh you’re one of the bravest people i know and i’m honoured to call myself your friend <3

@softnorwegians - top!!!!!! thank u for always letting me send u lyrics at literally any time of the day to scream abt how they’re related to evak in even the most obscure fashion asdkfjdalksfh thank u for all your moral support whenever i write anything and your long-ass tags detailing your thoughts are my sole basis for writing like 90% of my headcanons/fics adskjfah ily <3

@dahlstrom - jenny, i honestly think if we didn’t have each other to complain about our writing to we may both have a breakdown???? aksdjfh i love that our friendship was built on keeping each other updated if Things happened while one of us is at work bc u know that’s a strong foundation lmao. thank u for always being down to headcanon literally everything, you’re the real mvp <3

@sanas4main - shola!! highkey that night where we both were in literal tears and watching skam clips together while yelling via tumblr messenger will be a treasured memory for the rest of my fandom life asdjklhfjds you are one of the sweetest people in the world who makes the most beautiful edits and i love that we talk more now!!! <3

@evakshalla - maria!!! first of all i can never thank you enough for all the barcelona knowledge, that fic wouldn’t exist without you!!! you are so, incredibly kind and your presence on my dash always makes me smile :’) <3

@cuddlyevak - ah dora, you have made some edits in the past that have truly left me breathless, you are so, so talented!!! and have been wonderfully sweet whenever i’ve spoken to you and in your tags <33

@kardemomme-kisses - annika your tags are literally a work of art, i love reading your thoughts and every time i see you reblog one of my fics/hcs i literally look forward to seeing what you have to say. thank you so much for always sharing your insights with us <3

@nalle - holy shit okay, can we just talk for a second about you create literally my favourite edits???? there’s something so soft and delicate about the way you gif and i love it so much?????? every single one of them is beautiful <3

@adamparishe - ahhh always a+ text posts, headcanons and fics!!!! you’re such a talented writer, you never fail to make me smile :’) <3

@emmanette - you’ve been so sweet whenever we’ve spoken, you’re always a lovely presence on my dash <33

@isakandeven - you reblog gifs from the passe på meg clip almost every day and i honestly i appreciate it sm i never want to forget even’s face in that scene thank u <3

@isaks-even - you always make lovely edits and i love hearing your thoughts and reading your posts about the show!!! <3

@isaksbestpillow - first of all shoutout to ur url askjdhf second of all you seem like such a lovely person???? and your little drabbles and fics always make me smile :’) <3

@josteninski - thank u daf for letting me yell at you about the romeo and juliet au for two straight weeks i’m honestly not sure it would exist without u <3 and your edits are always gorgeous!!!

@julieandem - your url honestly ends me sakjdfhjkdh but seriously i love reading your text posts and reactions and theories they’re always so fun ok a+ enthusiasm on your part <3

@minuttet - you make the most beautiful edits!!! they’re always so achingly lovely and definitely the thing that made me want to follow you, i love seeing you on my dash <3

@skamisako - ahh i haven’t been following you for that long but you seem so nice????? honestly such a wonderful addition to my dash <3

@skamzy - you the make prettiest edits!!! i love the way you play around with the colours <3

@toneelspeler - your edits are absolutely stunning. your “10 significant ___” ones in particular have destroyed me on more than one occasion. i don’t know how you always manage to find the perfect screencaps but they’re beautiful <3

#thank you angels <33 #follow forever #you are welcome to rec me blogs to follow bc i always want to!!!!#but as i said #i'm v fussy #kasjdfh #listen as long as u have a tagging system and don't get involved in the discourse i'm down

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presuninoc-blog · 5 years

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Dating bipolar man

17 Things You Should Know About Dating A Girl With Mental Illness I have yet to meet someone in person or on line that has a healthy relationship with someone with this illness. Thanks also for the moral support sandy. And actually, I think he was overly involved in his parents life, but that just made him a family person, and me being someone who lacked family life, actually that was something I loved about him. Sexually, he was actually relieved I had not had many partners. I am scared for me and my baby.

Thinking Of Dating Someone That Is Bipolar? Read Here First. Or someone who decided to get some form of diagnosis to manipulate others. And my ex won't go and get the help he needs, because he frankly thinks everyone else has the problem. I really need support from people who have gone through this horrible process. When we first broke up this is the second time he cried to get me back, but we were both so emotionally that I cried as well. Lots of problems do I see, but not bipolar! As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. He has not been involved in another relationship since and blames me for his actions, saying I deserved it. Sometimes we run from our pain or recklessly behave.

Thinking Of Dating Someone That Is Bipolar? Read Here First. Realise that maybe…just maybe…your purpose on earth is to help others; to put others first. I am going to assume that since your ex was on and off again with is medication it sounds like led to that passionate sex. He never said watching others would be fun. I am truly sorry, it is just the truth. I just think with mine the medicine really inhibited him to feel sexual yet I donât think he was willing to admit it. And for the few of you that actually have survived relationships through this illness.

17 Things You Should Know About Dating A Girl With Mental Illness I've actually been reading through all of the posts waiting to see if someone was going to reply about her role in this messed up relationship. The fact is she responded to you which means theres some type of interest there. As I said in my original post, this was just my one and last experience with someone that is bipolar. Not every argument should be blamed on the fact that she has a mental illness. However, he did mention his past relationships, and he never spoke bad of his exes. Itâs like he wanted to get âcaughtâ doing something bad.

How to Date a Bipolar Man I must rephrase that in the beginning, everything was hot, steamy passionate and very very intense. Some of us will amaze you you and you will find we can be very loving and giving. So ignorant comment like yours need to change I think that's a very unfair characterization of all people with Bipolar Disorder. They wonât hear any of it and are adamant that ânothing is wrongâ with their son. She is different from other girls you have dated.

17 Things You Should Know About Dating A Girl With Mental Illness That to me is pitiful and so very sad. They will burn through another woman and the cycle continues. But he needs to break away from his parents and start trusting professionals who can help him in the way he needs. So heres what I would suggest-just be patient and establish a trust between the two of you. My f also says inappropriate things in public and if I snap at him over something he freaks out and starts crying and yelling and throwing a fit, and most of the time what he says during his little episodes makes no sense whatso ever.

How to Date a Bipolar Man He told me that if anything ever happened to his parents he couldnât go on living. He wonât allow me to love him and he wonât accept it. For instance he was very into video games and collecting toys. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved. I appreciate your saying that not all bipolar sufferers are alike. Everyone told me to let him go, because I was in pain with his ups and down.

17 Things You Should Know About Dating A Girl With Mental Illness Itâs been 15 months since our breakup and we only went out 10 months and I am still reeling from it. Don't you feel that if he was seeking professional help and was taking meds and was not doing the stuff on the computer that he was doing and a few other negative things that he was doing and thinking of your. Daughter and you at times instead of it always being about himself that things might have been a bit better and not rushed into things. It made me feel better, knowing it really wasnât me after all, but made me feel sad again for him, because he is unable to be âintimateâ. He also says I will leave like all the rest and has had too many girlfriends to count. Mine would bring up an ex from early college and in fact spent quite a bit of money and effort to locate her before our wedding.

Thinking Of Dating Someone That Is Bipolar? Read Here First. After our breakup he sold many items on ebay which made me sad, because I knew how much they meant to him. It is not a reflection of you or your relationship, unless you have obviously done something hurtful. I now have a new boyfriend that is extremely supportive and luckily lets me talk through the pain that has not entirely gone away. I am sorry you had to go through all of that but some of us do seek therapy and take our medications and know our triggers and know how we get. Hi Lisa, I have escaped a five year relationship was nearly killed with my 2 yr old sitting on my lap, it has been one of the most horrific experiences of my life, I'm still having intense therapy, i need more people to talk to that have been in a similar situation, it is going to take a long time for me to heal from this it's very painful especially when u have children together it is much more complex, I have been on many chat sites but have never got involved in conversation but I completely relate to all! Looking back on it now, it was a direct manipulation and it worked, because I showed up at his door that evening. First off thank you for being so honest with me, and you came to the right place. However, we do have the ability to make it very confusing for others to understand what we are thinking, which makes you insecure and conflicted Im sure.

17 Things You Should Know About Dating A Girl With Mental Illness Recommendations: What can I get my girlfriend with mental illness? I think I understand a bit of what you mean, i've been with my bf for 2 years and he's bipolar. He is 39, and was diagnosed he said when he was 20. You must be co-dependent and a fixer. I feel like he just canât help it. Here are 17 things you should know about dating a girl with mental illness. Alot of what you said sound familliar, people with bipolar tend to be sexually deviant and irrational. Inappropriate sexual behavior is listed as one of the signs to look for in a bipolar personality.

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all from the aesthetic ask list (:

BLESS YOUR SOUL I LOVE THESE QUESTIONS

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? - about an hour ago, accompanying myself on guitar! Toying with the idea of a cover album ;)

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? - This one is gonna be really sad but I would wanna know what song was playing when my best friend got into a car accident

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? - That’s a really tough one, honestly. Probably just making it to this point.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? - The first one that came to mind when I read this is one of my favorite ones with my best friend. We were at a house party back in May, quite drunk, having a good time. We were socializing with different people for a few minutes, and suddenly I hear her yelling for me, and when we find each other, all she does is hold up a box of the card game Uno and goes, “FUCKING PLAY UNO WITH ME!!” (Uno was like one of our things because we’re dumb). So, of course, I was like “HELL FUCKIN YEAH!!” Drunk Uno at a house party, and we got a pretty big game going, but people started losing interest so it ended up just being me and her playing for a few more minutes. So “the only ones at the house party playing Uno” became a joke and one of my favorite stories/memories :)

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? - I feel like I would, but I honestly couldn’t answer what I would change. This is one of those situations where it’d be difficult to choose until you’re truly in the situation.

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? - Of course! I haven’t gotten as far as to really rank anything, but the top ones would probably be to travel to so many different states/countries, skydive (basic but true), and zipline!

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. - The first person that came to mind when I read this one is a certain someone. I won’t specifically say their relationship to me, but let’s just say we’re…close. Their soul radiates sunshine; constantly brightening people’s days, whether they intend to or not. It just comes natural. By far one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, this person does not have a mean bone in their body. They’re funny in such a unique way, and it works for them, and always has me cracking up. So supportive in everything - for example I was really drunk one night and I was texting this person and told them I was gonna sit down and write a movie, and their response? “Write that movie, I’ll help if you need me to!” Not only things like that, but has been helping me with big life decisions too. Their smile can light up the darkest night, their eyes are big and beautiful and anyone could stare into them for hours. Their hugs could melt a frozen heart. I’m so lucky to know them.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? - Definitely. I have a very loving family that have provided and still provide the best they can for me, while instilling good values and morals in me

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? - I don’t think it was very long ago, maybe like 3 weeks ago?

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. - The person I described in the pantone question. The description of them should be a good explanation as to why :)

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? - I’ve never done it before but who’s to say it won’t happen at some point

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? - Funny enough, it was with the person I described in the pantone question, it was on New Years Eve (I’m always up at 3 AM but no one else usually is to talk to), and I was in bed, VERY plastered, going through twitter, and the person texts me out of nowhere (different quotes are the multiple texts): “luuuvvv uuuu” “so much” “i hope you had a good night” “you honestly made mine” “happy new year❤️” and then for like half an hour we drunkenly continued talking about how much we love each other and how lucky we are to be in each other’s lives. It was quite cute.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? - That’s so much pressure. I honestly can’t even answer that.

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? - BEAUTIFUL. RESPECT AND APPRECIATE BROWN EYES. FROM THE GOLDEN BROWNS TO THE DARK BROWNS.

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. - “It’s not the end, I’ll see your face again” - a line from one of my favorite songs of all time, and a nice reminder that my best friend’s passing wasn’t the full end, and I’ll see her again someday.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? - U ok?

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? - I know I would start with buying a lot of records and clothes and travel a lot because I have low impulse control

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? - I definitely am. I think of it as like a blessing and a curse, sometimes. It’s good to be forgiving and let bygones be bygones but I’ve definitely been guilty of forgiving people who didn’t deserve my forgiveness.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. - It’s 2 AM so we’re gonna shorten this to like a few words: you’re gonna regret that.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? - punk definitely, even though I’m hardly even punk lol

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. - I love tattoos! I have two and definitely want more, and I really like them because they tell a story in at least a small way. Significant tattoos tell a story, and even ones that don’t necessarily have meanings have a story - the person likes that design enough to put it on their skin. Piercings I have no problem with. I don’t personally have any but who am I to judge people who have them? They’re expressing themselves.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? - Not at all, only foundation to cover up my blemishes and such. I don’t wear a lot of makeup bc I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m constantly running late already, so adding a makeup routine to that would just be…bad

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. - I’m gonna be 100% honest: One Direction really effected my life in some great ways. Not only do I love their music, and they’re some good lookin boys, but the common likeness to them is the reason I have some of the friends that I do, and the reason I’m very close to some of my best friends.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. - BE NICE TO PEOPLE, IT’S NOT THAT HARD.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. - I’ve been to Justin Bieber (I was 11), Warped Tour twice, We The Kings, All Time Low twice, One Direction twice, 5 Seconds of Summer twice, Ed Sheeran, Panic At The Disco, and Bo Burnham (Im counting that as a concert cause he does music). They all made me feel a lot of different things, but to keep it short and sweet since it’s late and Im answering every question; I remember feeling pure joy and euphoria during all of them.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? - Well, of course I would want a letter from my passed on best friend, saying everything she’d want to get off her chest. But if it has to be someone living, I don’t even know. There’s a lot of people in the world that I wanna hear a lot of things from.

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? - I have a desk, and it’s pretty organized, only because the only things on it are a lamp, my laptop, wallet, car keys, alarm clock, bracelets, and glasses

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? - get in pajamas, wash my face, brush my teeth, slump out. Nothing very amazing lmao

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? - my questionable actions lol

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? - funny that this is a question because I’ve been debating doing something new. Probably just a tad bit lighter and shorter. Nothing crazy for now

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? - Again, so many people to choose from. Too many, and I’m tired (sorry I have a tendency to get boring)

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. - 1) my best friend back. Probably could’ve guessed that one. 2) happiness and success for everyone 3) the return of the original That’s So Raven

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. - honestly probably this past year. I was broke so I couldn’t buy a costume, but I was going to a Halloween party so I needed to throw one together. Borrowed one of my grandpa’s hawaiian shirts, threw on a baseball hat, wore socks and sandals, put a camera around my neck, and BAM. Tourist.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? - Somehow, at least that I can remember, I’m pretty good at not doing *very* terrible things when I’m drunk/high/both. Probably the worst was when cops were at a house party and we were all running, I saw half a bottle of Bacardi on the table I was running past so drunk me took it LMAO

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? - kill someone

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? - Probably only see one person, because there’s too much good music to be limited to one song. The person? I’ll get back to you on that one.

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love. - yes, but it was with someone that didn’t love me back. And as much as that hurt, it was kind of nice knowing I can feel emotions - like when I got butterflies when I saw them, or when I smiled so big because their name popped up on my phone.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? - The only reason I wouldn’t rock really really short hair is because I already hate how I look with my hair in a ponytail, so I can’t imagine how much I’d hate super short hair on myself. But other than that, hell yeah

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? - we actually don’t have a Starbucks where I am (closest one is like 30-45 minutes away in a different city), so I’m gonna give you my Dunkin Donuts order: caramel latte, hot when it’s cold out, iced when it’s warmer out. Would definitely trust my neighbor to order it for me because we go to Dunkin together all the time :)

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? - The people in it

Thank you, kind anon, for letting me ramble about myself for entirely too long! Very much appreciated, love you!! :)))

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