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fizzigigsimmer · 1 year

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Steve is a struggling superhero trying to gain entry into The Defense League, where the top tier superhero’s work together to save the galaxy. But his powers are unruly. He’s kinda like the hulk only instead of going smash, when he loses control of himself he spits out solar energy. He can cause a lot of damage if he’s not careful, and his origin as a hero is pretty messy. Rich boy doing penance: it’s been done. He’s not even president of the club (that’s Tony). Steve’s gadgets aren’t nearly as cool as the tin man’s but Dustin and the rest of the nerd squad certainly keep him in the most unique gear. The indestructible bubble gum actually does adhere itself to any surface. He had to buy a new laundry machine, but he certainly can’t fault them for imagination.

Steve may be a third string hero, but he must be doing something right because he’s already got an arch nemesis. ‘The Hurricane’ blows in about once a month to terrify Saturday afternoon shoppers and trash the downtown in the name of anti-capitalism or whatever, and Steve seems to be the only one who can stop him. The Brain? Turns out her cloaking ability doesn’t hold up to torrential rain. Freeze Frame? Won’t get near the guy after Hurricane picked him up and blew him right into the giant fish tank at Bob’s Seafood. Prism (Robin to those in the know) was done with him from the moment Hurricane started playing rock music from the city alert system whenever he started a rampage.

“He just wants attention. He’s your problem Steve because you give it to him.”

He didn’t put any thought into it at first. Then Hurricane starts showing up every couple weeks instead of once a month. Then it progresses to once a week, and now twice in the same week. It’s troubling… also annoying as fuck because Hurricane always shows up at the worst times, and he just talks so much. He talks more shit than even Billy Hargrove, the super critical and overly suspicious personal assistant (read babysitter) his father stuck on him to make sure Steve isn’t running the Hawkins branch of the company into the ground. The guy’s got his nose so far up Steve’s business that Steve’s 90% sure he is a corporate spy, he just hasn’t found the proof yet.

But he can’t focus on the problem of Hargrove with an overgrown super baby throwing tantrums to Metallica every five seconds. When Hurricane attacks for the third time in the same week, Steve has had enough. He calls it in and leaves before the others even confirm they’re on their way. He knows better than to rush in without backup but he’s so sick of this bullshit. He’s gonna put a stop to this once and for all. He takes the nerd mobile (as Robin likes to call it since Dustin and the other kids in R&D are always coming up with excuses for more test drives) and arrives on the scene in a cloud of smoke and screeching tires.

Jesus he’s going to have to have a talk with the kids about why his car needs to spit flame out the back. The smoke is so black and thick! Though it does look cool (he’s got to admit) when he emerges from the dark cloud, his cape fluttering behind him in the wind.

The sky is an ugly purple overhead, thunder booms and lightning cracks, and the wind whips around them like a twister, tossing droplets of water in every direction. In the center of it all, the eye of the storm, is the man who started it all.

“Hurricane!” Steve shouts to be heard over the howling wind and the super villain's manic laughter.

He turns. Glacial eyes spark with life when they recognize Steve. And it is Steve he recognizes, not just the costume. Cause the one time they thought to send in a fake to do this, Hurricane literally fed the poor guy to the fishes. Blew him so far away they had to fish him out of Lake Michigan.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Pretty Boy?” Steve’s so done with him he doesn’t even bother reminding him that his name is Photon Blast.

“Yeah yeah it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

Hurricane laughs like a lunatic. Because he is a lunatic. And the sky crackles with lightning.

Right about now, usually Steve’s backup would be sneaking into place in order to spring a trap on Hurricane while he’s distracted; only Steve didn’t wait for them so there is no backup.

“Brave of you to challenge me alone.”

“Man, what are you talking about?” Steve huffs and Hurricane blinks at him in obvious surprise. He presses on, “Have I ever come at you alone? We banter, we fight, I let you pin me, and just when you think you’ve won, my team appears and you get captured. It’s the same shit every time.”

“Your prison cells can’t hold me!” Hurricane growls, eyes narrowing in Steve with rage like he thinks he’s being insulted.

“Yeah no shit. This is the third time we’re doing this.” Steve rolls his eyes, fists his hands on his hips. Taps his foot. “What gives man? You need a hug or something? A cuddle buddy?”

He’s expecting Hurricane to explode. Is ready for it. Aching for it if he’s honest, because it irks him that he never really beats Hurricane no matter how many rounds he ‘wins’. When the guy keeps breaking out of custody like it’s nothing and coming back, it feels like Steve’s trapped in a game with rules he doesn’t know. So he’s ready for a fight but what happens is worse.

“Are you offering?” Hurricane asks.

Steve stares at him, his mouth dropping open. Did he hear that right?

“What did you just say?”

The whipping rain parts for the leather clad villain and he saunters towards Steve. The fang of some poor creature dangles from his ear and his teeth glint in a sharp smile as he stops in front of Steve.

“I asked if you’re offering.”

“No fucking way dude!” Steve snaps without, thinking and immediately regrets it as the sky booms with thunder.

“Too bad. I give great hugs.” is what he hears before a gust of wind slams into him, so strong it smacks him right into the side of a parked car.

Steve groans. Partly in pain. Mostly in misery. This guy is fucking insane and for some reason, he’s obsessed with Steve and like only Steve.

This is his true penance, he thinks as he struggles back onto his feet before a small tree comes hurtling at his head like a toy carried on the wind.

Oh well, all the greats have their villainous groupies. Stark has too many to name. Wayne has a clown and Steve has a walking storm.

“You finally ready to put up a real fight Pretty Boy?” Steve’s personal pest in bondage gear calls out to him as the hero is reaching for his utility belt. “Or are you still playing around with toys?”

Steve pauses, chest heaving with anger, fighting for breath. He reminds himself that he can’t use his powers because they’re too unstable. People could get hurt and he’d never forgive himself if that happened again. But he’s so tempted.

Because Steve’s not nearly as good as he tries to be. Hurricane is laughing again, those eyes cutting into Steve… and all he wants in the world is the chance to show him what real power is and shut him up for good.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #this is for the lols #whenever people call Billy a villian this is all I see #he would be exactly this bad at being a super villian #he gives no shits about anything but Steve’s attention #superhero!au

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tokyoghoose · 4 years

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he is rough, his love tender

dabi x reader

playlist: apple juice - jessie reyez, no vacation - yam yam, nobody love you - john lennon, mardy bum - arctic monkeys*, sangria - easy life ( ft. arlo parks ), coffee for dinner - orion sun, funny you should ask - the front bottoms, hell and you - amigo the devil, cigarette duet - princess chelsea, im not a saint - billy raffoul, all the luv in my sick heart - awful tune

warnings: mentions of fighting and blood, alcohol and sex

summary: you scratch his back, he scratches yours time and time again.

announcements!

dabi is a todoroki

idk if i like this or not tbh i just wanted some touya fluff 🥺 lemme know what you think!

requests are open!

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There are many words that can describe Dabi, non of which being very kind because he himself isn't very big on the act. He's stoic and snarky and doesn't trust people easily, often opting to stay out of the spotlight and put as much distance between himself and others. He's capable of love, but with so many layers, it's almost impossible to get a drop of admiration out of him. He'd prefer is someone is begging on the knees with tears at his feet if he was going to give them an ounce of 'love', but even then it's not gentle and it sooner becomes something for him to indulge in. Consider it a favor. He's sadistic and mean and careless of others. He's cautious and careful not to get caught, even if it means backing down from a fight.

However, if you're lucky, he'll be gentle while facefucking you and he's grown partial to giving, even if he uses the excuse he likes it when you cry from the edging and beg for him to actually give you what you want. Even if he fights it, he doesn't have an excuse for when he wakes up in bed with your back pressed against his chest and an arm slung over your waist. He hates it even more when he wakes up with you looking at him like that. The look like he's the only man in the world even if he's nasty and says things he's not even sure he means anymore. You look at him like he doesn't have scares and isn't burnt on a majority of his body—like he hasn't done terrible things to get these permanent reminders. Not that they bother him, but under your gaze he starts to feel like self-conscious. It makes him roll his eyes when you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips to his shoulder before making your way down his chest.

He can't stop the tiniest of smiles from gracing gis features on those mornings.

Right now however he could be described as aggressive, irrational, and argumentative. It's a simple misunderstanding on his part, but he refuses to hear you out.

"I'm not blind, y/n. You were all over him." He keeps his chilled composure but his tone is a stark contrast. He's upset, maybe even angry at you, but more at whoever the guy you ran into on the street. He's not jealous, he's not really the type and even if he was he would never admit it. Besides, technically there's nothing between the two of you. It's an unspoken agreement and understanding that the two of you were something even if there was no exact title. Or at least that's what he thought when he cut all his other hookups off. He wants to kick himself for doing that when the two of you never talked about the situation you've found yourselves in. It's likely you never would talk about though.

"Are you even listening to me? He was asking for directions! I was trying to be nice, unlike someone." You retort, exasperated. Bastard and his selective hearing.

Dabi rolls his eyes, pushing his way past you with a irritated chuckle before waving you off.

"Yeah, whatever. I guess you being so close to him was the read his upside down, huh. I'm going for a walk."

You were about to point an accusation at him when the door lf your apartment slams shut and rattles the flat. His voice may not have raised but every yell he was holding back went straight into that action. You mutter something along the lines of, 'good, don't come back' before turning away from his exit.

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It had been hours now, and you were beside yourself with worry. Sure, it wasn't unusual for him to be gone the day and sometimes he wouldn't even come back around to your apartment, but even then he'd send you some kind of text to make sure he's still on your mind—his words, not yours. You didn't expect him to be on your mind even when he didn't acknowledge you. You gnaw at your cheek, staring at your screen like a message would pop up. Were you wrong to think the relationship was actually going somewhere? Of course i am. It's Dabi we're talking about.

But now it's almost half past two and something about it just didn't sit right with you. Was this some kind of sick game that a higher power was playing on you? Did you really piss him off? Groaning in distress, you grip your hair and tug. This was all so exhausting, he's exhausting. What was up with this whole thing anyway and why did you even really care about what he's doing in his free time? The two of you are so alike it's sickening the more you think about it. Stubborn, always taking what you want without remorse because you can. But now what you want is slipping between your fingers and you're afraid you don't have enough power to get it back once it's gone. It makes you laugh. Who would've though the big bad y/n would be like this. The other villians would surely call you pathetic for it. Even Dabi has called you out on it whenever you got soft around him. How he's always so hard pisses you off.

You throw your phone on the coffee table, deciding to go to bed. You knew you probably wouldn't be able to get comfortable, but at least you wouldn't be waiting for a call that wouldn't be coming. Hell, you'd even be happy is he called for a simple blow job before kicking you out. He makes you weak and the sooner you accept it, the easier it'd be to live with.

You head to the bathroom to take some sleeping medication before hearing a clash in your livingroom. Whipping around, your first instinct is to shut the door and lock it. What are you doing, y/n? You're too tired to fight anyone now, you'd probably miss whatever target you tried to aim at. You look down at your hands. The most you'd be able to do is trip the breaks in the apartment and try to get a jump on whoever it is in the dark. If it's some kind of small time villian they'd probably kill you as soon as they saw you, especially when you can barely keep yourself awake. You bite your lip, going for the light above the mirrors and short-circuiting the entire apartment. You head outside the bathroom, a small burst of blue electricity coming from your hands like a torch.

"I'll light you up if you take one more step." You cringe at the waver in your voice. What was this weak display? You scoff and thrust your palm forward to emphasize the threat, seeing a hand on the floor from the little bit of light. You follow its path up to a purple, red and scarred arm. A gasp leaves you, rushing over to the body on the floor with muttered curses. He groans, rolling over before pushing you away, a hiccup coming from his lips.

"Jesus christ, Dabi. " You sit on your thighs, palms holing you up when he pushed you. You grunt, going to lift him up and onto the sofa. He pushes against you, his hand hot against your skin and you yelp. Furrowing your brows you stand, an urge to kick him coming to you but you brush it off, "fine, get yourself up while i turn the light back on."

Starting from the bathroom, the light flickers back on. You glance at the first-aid kit in the open cabinet before grabbing it and some sleeping pills despite yourself. If his touch was that hot without even using his quirk, he had to of used it intensely before.

When you walk back into the livingroom he's on the sofa, one hand gripping his side and the other adm covers his eyes from the sudden light. You want to be mad, but you can't find it in yourself to be. He looks awful. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before, you've patched him up after fights time and time again but seeing someone so strong and bad injuried and completely at their limits never ceases to surprise you. Still, you keep the firm and angered expression on your face.

"Dabi, what did you do." A statement and when he doesn't reply, you call his name again. This time he uncovers his eyes and looks up at you. Oh. He's drunk. Not only does his soft gaze give him away, but so does his breath when he opens his mouth to respond before closing it again and grunted at the sight of the first aid kit. You roll your eyes, urging him to sit up so you can take a look at what he's grabbing at on his side. He gives you a swift glare in refusal, about to push you away again. He always does.

"Fine, if you want to do this the hard way. Doesn't it ever get exhausting fighting me?"

You pull yourself over his hips, careful of the burns on his legs in case he really did go overboard with his quirk. Prying his hand away, you go to lift up his shirt and he looks away from you with a huff. What did he get himself into now? Especially so late, especially when the league definitely hasn't called on a mission because if they had you would've known about it. Looking up at him, you're eyes soften at his attempt at an angered expression. He's got to be tired. Ill patch him up and send him on his way quick.

"Why'd you come through the window?" What did you do that you can't just come to my door? Dabi takes in your tone and words, knowing them by heart by now. You never just asked what he did to get himself injuried and hurt on his 'days off'. By now there's been a long stretch of silence and his arms and legs have been wrapped up with ice pressed to them gently to cool down his temperature. If you had it way you'd have him in an ice bath to cool it down internally, but it'd be futile, especially when trying to work on stitching up the gash in his side.

"Shut up." Is all he says, turning his head to avoid your hard stare before you groaning when you purposely press into the bruising surrounding the stitches.

"I went to a bar‐"

"And? That's obvious, you'd probably still be slurring your words if I hadn't basically drowned you in water."

"Let me finish if you're going to ask, noisy bitch." He grits, earning another knuckle to the side.

"I went to a bar for a drink, okay? And i might've seen a guy I remember seeing before—only briefly— and I remembered how stupid he was because he couldn't read an upside down map. "

"Dabi-"

"When he left, I might've followed him into an alley and he might've gotten a good cut in before I could finish the job."

You press your lips into a thin line, knowing if you try to pry and scold him he'll just pick another fight. Sighing, you finish off the stitch and throw everythinf back into the kit, sliding it beside your phone on the coffee table. You move to get out of the straddle, letting his hands fall from your hips before making your way to your room to grab him a new shirt.

"You should probably get going- oh."

Dabi is already snoring lightly with his body slung around on the cushions by the time you come back in. The sight brings a sma smile to your face, shaking your head and leaving the shirr draped over the arm rest before going to put away the first-aid.

He turns, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before very loosely grasping your wrist. He's still asleep, eyes closed with steady breaths but when you go to move again, his grip tightens a bit. At least his subconscious mind speaks volumes. With a light scoff, you climb onto the sofa beside him, already aware of the neck and back pain you'll experience tomorrow. With your back to his chest, you fall into even breath with his, feeling his arm snake around your waist. If you had been awake for a minute later, you might've seen the way he peaked open an eye and the satisfied smile on his face.

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He's rough around the edges, but honestly not that bad deep down. There's obviously something there in him that craves affection after not having any for so long. It really shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did to get an earful after you walked in from a mission.

Well, limped in.

As a new member of the league, but with your potential power you were set ahead to be a fighter. The battery acid quirk has a lot of uses fortunately —or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it.

This particular mission took more out of you than you thought it would, having to recharge halfway though left you open to more injuries than you anticipated. If it wasn't for Dabi, you would've probably been chopped liver by the end. The thought sends shiver down your spine, and you could already tell it sent heat down his. A couple of wounds to the abdomen, a sprained ankle (if not broken—you couldn't exactly go to a hospital), and a head wound from when one of them threw you into a wall like a ragdoll. It makes you cringe realizing how easy it was for him to do so, you take a mental note to pick up weight lifting again.

Dabi threw you on his back and carried you out of the place when the battle was done, throwing you down in tbe hideout to listen to Shiggy's notes. Not that he cared , but he knew you'd get chewed out for your injuries by someone there. Once it was done however, you and him trudge back to your apartment in eerie silence.

Now as you push open the door and practically fall into the kitchen, he simply grips you by the arm to steady your feet. He grunts, mumbling under his breath before motioning you to follow him to the bathroom. By now, he knew how to stitch you up—or at least in theory he did.

"I don't need your help. I know you don't want to be here anyway, and I don't need a lecture."

You aren't sure where the bark came from, but it carried no bite as you stalk into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. Dabi rolls his eyes, sending a glare your way to shut you up.

"Shut up and strip." He grumbles, preferring the silence now that he had said what he needed to. More criticism and harsh words than anything, but you've learned to take them with a grain of salt. It's not that he's jealous, just... protective (at least that's what dabi tells himself). He gathers up some bandages and a rag while you strip your shirt and roll up your pants leg.

He works his way top to bottom, starting with your cut forehead, careful with the rag around your hairline, he'd have to get the back of your head in the shower. It's different when he patches you up compared to when you return the favor and you can't help but to feel bad everytime. You would pry for information out of him and accuse him of trying to hurt himself, reprimanding him for being so reckless even though you both know he always thinks before he acts. You just need to say something the whole time to get it across to him because it seems like everytime you say you won't do it anymore, your resolve crumbles as soon as you see him.

He's harsh with his words but gentle in his actions and after the first words tumble out of his mouth, he has nothing more to say. He's already expressed how much he hates you working with the league, even if it's in form of 'you're too weak, this should've proved that. If you're going to keep working then get stronger so I don't have to baby you.' Little do you know he doesn't mind playing doctor and taking care of you. He'd never confess such soft feelings he has in words. He doesn't think he ever will. It's the little things, too, like how he doesn't kiss you on the lips unless it's been a tough day or after he's been particularly rough in bed. You don't expect him to when you have a long way to go before he trusts you enough to get his core.

When Dabi gets to your ankle, you stop him with a tug to his hair so he'll look at you. He only glances up, going back to inspecting it. It seemed like a second degree sprain from the bruising around the tender flesh. He reaches up to the counter to grab something to wrap it.

"Dabi."

He hums in acknowledgment, beginning to wrap your ankle up enough to where you can walk until they can get real medical help for the injury. You repeat yourself and this time he makes eye contact, taping the fabric down.

Your eyes betray you, speaking words you were hesitant to. What are you doing, Dabi? He grunts when his joints pop from his crouched position to lean over you before nodding to the tub and gettjng a new rag.

"Make sure to keep your foot out of the water."

He nudges you over gently, watching you turn on the water to the desired temperature before crawling stripping all the way down and crawling in, careful of the freshly bandaged ankle. His eyes are softer now, but you don't mention it unsure if he even realizes they are. He looks almost like a kicked puppy you notice before submerging into the water. He hates how the clump of dirt and blood from your hair and head discolored the water. Allowing it to filter out first before refilling it with fresh water, he begins to gently pat at the headwound, pressing lighter everytime you wince.

He hadn't realized you were crying silent tears by the time he finishes, setting the dirty rag on the edge of the tub. If it weren't for you gripping his hand when he moved to stand, he would've just left you to unplug the tub and fix yourself up. But you did grip his hand and looked at him with puppy dog eyes, a sure sign you wanted some kind of affection from him. A rare delicacy in the relationship if it's not early morning or in the dead of night. The raven haired boy sighsz settling back down beside the tub,letting you tangle pruned fingers into his hair before pulling him into a kiss. It doesn't take long for him to full submit to it, takinf charge of the weak affection to gently bruise your lips.

He unplugs the tub and pulls you out, tossing you a towel before leading the way to the bedroom. It's not long before exhaustion takes over both of you, pushing you towards the bed for some much needed rest without being prompted.

Tonight, however, he holds you a bit closer.

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thiamfresh · 6 years

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4, 9, 12, 14, 21, 24, 28, 30 -love rux

4. What villian do you believe is most worthy for a redemption ark?

If we’re talking about ones who’ve had it and i thought deserved it then ZUKO.

If we’re talking those who have yet to have one and i think they should.

Billy Hargrove. And stick with me here because I know he’s a piece of shit but I have a reason for this.

Okay so, Billy he’s really a kid. He’s what 16-17 should he know better than to be a piece of shit? yes. Does he? clearly fucking not but really, not that many people do at that age.

Young people do shitty things, and i’m not saying it’s okay, or that his abusive bullshit is in anyway normal, but also…I get it. Hurting someone else can feel good when you’re hurting and it’s easy to let your pain overshadow everyone elses and think making yourself feel better takes president to being a decent fucking human being. (it doesn’t, dont be a dick)

Now i’m going to go of kinda fannon here so bare with me. Neil Hargrove is abusive, he used homophobic slurs against his son and is widly suspected of being a racist piece of shit and currently, Billy is his mini me and we shouldn’t like him, he doesn’t deserve to be liked, getting abused doesn’t cancel out the shitty things he does and the (not so subtle) undertones of racism his character shows.

So why redeem this piece of shit?

Because. Stranger things is an extremely fucking popular show set in a time that, unfortunately, isn’t so different to the current climate of the world. Everything is going to shit, racism and homophobia are prevalent. It’s a show that not only draws the eyes of adults but kids. It’s a show that is setting examples for the youth of today with these characters who match their ages and are open about their emotions.

Kids will be watching it and seeing themselves as ou beautifully nerdy little heros.

And i bet you also have kids watching it who see themselves in Billy. You’ll have those kids who (again we’re going into the fanon of possibilities of season 3 and a Billy redemption) will look at Billy agreeing with his fathers disgusting world views, or at the very least not arguing against them.

Now, you could have that end two ways. Number one, you could have Billy not question his dad, continue down the path of piece of shit and no doubt end up dying a gruesome death or getting his arse kicked by our heros again and returning home to get the same treatment from Neil.

Or, You could show the story of a kid following his fathers views for the majority of his childhood turning around and learning and accepting. You could have a character that shows kids in situations similar to his that their is a way through all the anger and pain. that there is friendship to be had if they’re willing to open themselves up enough to see that we’re all the same and that everyone deserves to be treated with respect.

and it’s 6am so this is coming out nowhere near as coherent as i want to explain it. but i just think, characters like Billy, they don’t get redemption arks because they don’t ‘deserve’ them. They’re old enough to know i’s wrong, they’ve done this in the pst and blah blah blah and yeah, it’s true. but, fuck, i don’t care if you’re 17 or 57. Things like Racism and homophobia are learned. It’s ignorance. And to show a story about someone overcoming their ignorance and putting their crap aside for long enough to learn is important.

A story of someone like Billy being brave enough to tell his father to fuck off and learn tolerance and acceptance is something we need. IT’s a story that may well resonate better with young kids in conservative households listening to their parents using slurs and spreading hate. It’s a story that says it doesn’t matter how you were brought up, you are in control of your own life, you make your choices and you can choose whether to be a piece of shit or a decent human being.

And it teaches those all ready open minded people that someones past, although it does hold weight, it doesn’t define them. That saying and doing shitty things doesnt mean you can never change, just because someone has said or done something ignorant and wrong in the past doesn’t mean they can never learn to be accepting.

In conclusion, is he worthy? No. Should he get it anyway..yeah, honestly, id be up for showing that you can out grow ignorance and that theres a way out of the ideals your family istilled in you other than like death or epic humiliation like most shows do to these types of characters.

9. What were you almost named as a baby?

My Mum really wanted to name me Tyranny. Like..yeah…wow. She says it sounds pretty, me and my brother will forever shame her for it. But my brother was almost called Xaiver only saved because my mum ‘couldn’t pronounce it’ so honestly, I think I had the better end of the almost name stick.

12. Favourite smell

My best friends clothes. I don’t know what he uses but fucking hell it smells so good. He sent me an old top of his last year and i slept with it over my ace or like a week because his clothes always just smell so fucking good. The smell hasn’t changed since we were 12 either. It’s ust iuhgihirh so good. Like spicy pine or something idk, whatever it is it has my soul.

14. How many friends do you have that don’t live in the same country as you?

Close close friends i’d say like 5. Then i have another like 15 that i love and want to meet but we don’t talk quite as much as those like main 5.

21. How many people have you thought “Glad I don’t have to interact with them ever again” about?

Like 348 (my school class minus my best friend). No but seriously, i don’t think i’ve every really thought that? There are loads of people i’m so very glad i won’t have to interact with for long periods of time, but I still wanna keep them facebook friends so if i ever become succesful and pretty i can dangle it in their faces.

oh actually, when i was a kid i had this babysitter who’d padlock me and my brother into the room we were in and i was super happy when i realised i’d never see her again.

24. Whats the strangest website you have bookmarked?

I don’t have many weird things bookmarked tbh?? I have ‘a history of children’’ and 3 taps in a row of 100+ plastic test tubes on ebay but they’re all pretty normal, just fanfic and publishing agencies i’ve submitted too.

28. What is the coolest name that you would never name a real human child?

Duude, i’m up for calling my child Sirius Nagini, so like…i don’t really have many limits.

30.How do you feel about snails?

I fucking love snails. They’re so chill, they’re just wandering around, doing their own thing, eating and lounging in the rain. I once found a snail on my bed and i adopted that little uck or like eight hours, he just sat on my hand while i typed, moved around tracing lil slime circles on my hand. Loved tht little fucked, i was heartbroken when i had to take him outside. Found him a nice patch of leaves to chill on though. Whenever i step on a snail accidentally because it’s dark and i’’m not looking and i hear that crunch a bit of my soul gets chipped away. I’ve cried more than once because I stepped on a snail.

#this got long #ask me things #THANK YU RUX #homophobia #racism #trigger warning #i'm terrible at like putting together thoughts #in my head i have like a decent billy hargrove o be redeemed argument #and how it would be good for the current state of the world to show something like that #but here it's like i took a shit on my screen and posted it

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