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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? I choose 3: Coffee mugs, water bottles, and soda cans.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Chocolate bars.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was the “pleasure to have in class.”

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Cans or bottles.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? Pastel.

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuds.

8. movies or tv shows? Both.

9. favorite smell in the summer? The smell of the ocean/beach air, coconut, and sunscreen.

10. game you were best at in p.e.? I sucked at everything.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Over-easy eggs and Eggo’s.

12. name of your favorite playlist? My main playlist on Spotify is my “Starred” playlist.

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? Candy corn.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? One of them is A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.

16. most comfortable position to sit in? I sit with my legs crossed or to the side.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? My black Adidas.

18. ideal weather? Fall and winter weather.

19. sleeping position? I sleep slightly turned to my side.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? My laptop.

21. obsession from childhood? I was obsessed with Barbies.

22. role model? My mom.

23. strange habits? My eating habits. I pick apart my food and eat it that way, I’m very picky and particular about my food, I like some odd pairings, my appetite is up and down, I don’t eat edges...

24. favorite crystal? Rose quartz and amethyst are really pretty.

25. first song you remember hearing? I have no idea. Probably something on Barney, another childhood obsession I had when I was really little.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Go to the beach

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Enjoy hot cups of coffee. I drink it year round, but it’s even more special during the cold months.

28. five songs to describe you? *shrug*

29. best way to bond with you? Watch the same TV show series.

30. places that you find sacred? The beach.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I have no such outfit. I’m not a badass, I’m a a lame ass. ha.

32. top five favorite vines? Vine is dead.

33. most used phrase in your phone? Uhh, I have no idea?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? I don’t have any.

35. average time you fall asleep? It really varies.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Pfft, I have no idea.

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Both.

38. lemonade or tea? Tea.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon cake.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Nothing I’ve experienced.

41. last person you texted? My mom.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie, leather, jean, and bomber.

44. favorite scent for soap? The typical soap scent for body soap. I like various scented ones from Bath and Body Works for hand soaps. I’m obsessed with their foamy hand soaps.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? I enjoy all 3.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Lounge shorts or t-shirt dress.

47. favorite type of cheese? I love a variety of different cheeses.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I don’t know.

49. what saying or quote do you live by? There isn’t one.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Uhh, I have no idea.

51. current stresses? Health stuff as always.

52. favorite font? Tahoma, Verdana, Georgia.

53. what is the current state of your hands? What?

54. what did you learn from your first job? I haven’t had a job.

55. favorite fairy tale? Is Alice in Wonderland one?

56. favorite tradition? Holiday ones.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Various surgeries and health related things.

58. four talents you’re proud of having? I have no talents.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? I don’t know.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don’t know.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? I have a lot of those.

62. seven characters you relate to? I don’t feel like spending a bunch of time thinking about it.

63. five songs that would play in your club? Five upbeat, catchy songs ha. I’m too lazy for this.

64. favorite website from your childhood? Neopets, dollcentral or something like that, Club Penguin... I can’t think of the others I frequented.

65. any permanent scars? Yes, several.

66. favorite flower(s)? I don’t have one.

67. good luck charms? I don’t believe in luck.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Seafood and alcohol.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Blah.

70. left or right handed? Right.

71. least favorite pattern? Animal prints.

72. worst subject? Math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? Dipping my sandwiches that have mayo in it in my ramen cause I like the mayo and ramen flavor combo.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? Well, I’m on a pain management regimen so I’m on a schedule to try and keep the pain manageable.

75. when did you lose your first tooth? I think I was 6.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I love potatoes in a lot of different ways.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have no idea.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Coffee from a gas station. I don’t like sushi at all from anywhere.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? I don’t have a driver’s license, but I never liked my school ID photos.

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? No bugs.

82. pc or console? PC.

83. writing or drawing? Writing.

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts.

84. barbie or polly pocket? I had both, but I was obsessed with Barbies.

85. fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes? Both.

87. your greatest fear? Losing my loved ones, death, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life...

88. your greatest wish? To get my health under control and do something with my life.

89. who would you put before everyone else? I put my loved ones first.

90. luckiest mistake? Uhh.

91. boxes or bags? Depends?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights.

93. nicknames? Steph and Sis.

94. favorite season? Fall and winter.

95. favorite app on your phone? Kindle, DoorDash, YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook.

96. desktop background? Alexander Skarsgard.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? Just a few that I’ve known forever.

98. favorite historical era? Hm.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey #random

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flawlesspeasant · 5 years

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Could you please repost the fanfic about jo’s Mom visiting her at the hospital pretty pretty please with a cherry on top ?????

Sure! Here you go! :)

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"His vitals are stable for now and he should be fine on the morphine drip for a few hours." I use my index finger to type in his last blood pressure check into his electronic chart and inherently bark orders at the bedside nurse. I feel sorry for ordering her around in such a rude, unmannerly fashion but I can't really help it. Stressed isn't even the word for today. A trauma came in about an hour ago and guess who's the only resident who didn't get paged? I'll give you a hint: her name starts with a J and rhymes with "So". I close out of the electronic chart and tuck it underneath my arm. "Page me if anything changes." After the nurse nods at me to let me know she understands, I take my gloves off and toss them in the trashcan on my way out the door and walk over to the nurses' station to see if I have anymore of Dr. Grey's patients to round on.

Being the only resident that didn't get paged to the trauma, I get all the scut for the day. Steph and Ben get to log all the trauma hours they need for the day and here I am, stuck logging hours on General that I don't need. I have enough hours to go around being that I logged seven hours on trauma yesterday after pulling a leech—yes, a leech—out of a woman's nose, but come on. A huge trauma just came in! A bus crashed into a church building a few blocks down the street and caused a major traffic pile-up. No casualties have been reported so far but lots of blood, guts and glass stuck in people's faces that Steph and Ben get to treat. Sighing, I reopen the electronic chart and scroll around to see if there's anything hands-on left for me to do. If I don't find a patient to treat, I'll be stuck running labs, scheduling surgeries and charting for the rest of the day and I'd rather have explosive diarrhea than run labs, schedule surgeries and chart. I'm a third year resident. I'm above all of this scut.

It doesn't seem like I'm needed anywhere else, unfortunately. I'd better go get a head start on these labs. "Page me if anything changes on the patient in 103, as well as 105. I'm gonna go run-" I'm interrupted by the persistent ringing of my pager and excitedly, I grab it so quickly that I probably seem like I was waiting for it to ring. I sort of was waiting for it to ring, in hopes of giving me something better than scut to do but the nurses at the nurses' station don't need to know that I was waiting on pins and needles for my pager to ring. It makes me seem desperate. I turn my pager around and leisurely read it, in a half-desperate attempt to make myself seem cooler than anxiously waiting for my damn pager to ring. I'm being paged to the first floor! Maybe they actually need me in the pit! I smile in satisfaction to myself and slyly put my pager back into my pocket. "I'm gonna go run some labs...page me if anything changes with my patients." I give the nurses a smile and turn around to go to the pit.

Whatever I'm being paged for probably isn't very important since I wasn't paged 911 but oh well, it's a page that doesn't include scut and I'm taking it. I walked away from the nurses' station so quickly that I forgot to put the electronic chart back on a charger, so I hope that it doesn't die. It's a shame how desperate I was for my pager to ring. I put my hands in my pockets and lightly jog down the steps to get off the second floor and onto the first. I go over to the first floor nurses' station and lean against the counter. "Someone paged me down here?" I ask the blonde haired nurse that's sitting in the chair behind the counter, typing something on the computer. She stops typing and looks up at me like she doesn't know who I am, even though I've worked here for three years and I've seen her all three years I've been here. "Dr. Wilson." I blatantly tell her my name, emphasis on the Dr. part.

"Oh...sorry, hon." She seems genuinely apologetic. She clears her throat and leans forward to get closer to me. "Woman in bed three...asked to see you." She points me to bed three as if I don't know my way around the pit. I appreciate her apologizing me though. Okay, but a woman in bed three asked to see me? What woman? I don't really think I've treated anyone that could possibly want me to treat them. Unless...Maybe Andrea is back. Andrea's the girl who's nose I pulled Herbie the leech out of. Maybe she found some other issue, like her nose is falling off or she's half brain-dead from having a leech chomping on her temporal lobe. I'm a horrible person because part of me really believes that her nose falling off or being brain-dead could be fun for me. With a sneaky smile on my face from reveling in my thoughts, I grab the pastel blue curtain that seals off bed three and pull it back.

The woman sitting on the bed isn't Andrea like I expected it to me, so I'm surprised to say the least. I reach behind myself and shut the curtain to maintain this woman's privacy. She's very pretty, I think. She has short, shoulder-length blonde hair and pale white skin. I can tell that she's a box-blonde because her brunette roots are coming through towards the crown of her head; she's obviously naturally brunette. She's a little bit on the heavier side but I wouldn't call her obese. She's sitting down on the bed but the way her legs touch firmly on the floor lets me know that she's rather tall. "Good morning." I plaster my friendly smile across my face and open up a new file on the electronic chart. "I'm Dr. Wilson and I'll be treating you today. Now, can you tell me your name?" I hold the chart against my stomach and look her in her eyes to seem humane. Her light hazel eyes are low, soft and sympathetic. She seems to be nervous for some reason. I actually get patients like this all the time. Patients that are automatically nervous once they enter a hospital, I mean. I think it's sort of strange how there are people out there that are genuinely afraid of hospitals when hospitals have always been my sanctuary.

She crosses her legs and squeezes her ankles together as she runs her stubby fingers through her wispy, thin blonde hair. She's wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt so her arms are exposed and since getting her to talk to me seems like a bit of a stretch, I quietly examine her with my eyes to see if I can pick out what might be the issue that brought her here. Her legs are covered with loose fitting blue jeans so I can't see them but her arms are quite revealing. In both folds of her arms, the skin is badly scarred with small, red circles. To a normal person without medical training, it would look like this woman has hives and to a certain extent, I'm sure some of these red circles really are hives. But there are some scars that are too deep red to be hives. Some of the scars are needle marks from shooting up. I keep my smile on my face in hopes of calming this poor woman down and walk over to the glove dispenser to grab myself a pair of gloves. "What's the weather like out there?" I start a conversation with her just to be mannerly as I pull on my gloves. "I was thinking about going out there to get some fresh air but it's probably raining, isn't it?"

She runs her left hand along her right arm and shifts her legs in an uncomfortable fashion. "It's actually a beautiful day out there." Even her voice sounds nervous. She sounds like she's not-so-sure if she should be here or not. "Is..." Her voice trails off so I put the electronic chart down and stand in front of her with a smile still on my face so she knows that it's okay to tell me anything because I'm going to help her. At this point, it's pretty clear to me that she didn't request to see me. I've never seen this woman a day in my life and we're perfect strangers to one another, so it's virtually impossible for her to have requested me as her doctor. I'm thinking that maybe the nurses got me mixed up with someone else or she just asked to see a surgeon and I'm the only available one. There's no possible way that she went to the nurses' station and asked for Dr. Jo Wilson. "What is your name?" She tilts her head and wrinkles her eyebrows, as if she's asking me to teach her trigonometry.

"Jo." I keep politely smiling and take my hands from my pockets. I slightly turn my body and pull up the flap on my white coat to expose my name. "Josephine...but everybody calls me Jo 'cause Josephine's a mouthful." I fold the flap down and put my hands back in my pockets. "You can call me Jo. You don't have to call me Dr. Wilson." Careful not to alarm her, I slowly grab her arm so I can take a look at her hives. "Are these hives?" She nods her head, refusing to look me in the eye. "Um... Do you get these all the time? Are you allergic to anything?" I turn her arm so I can get a better look at them. She doesn't say anything. "You know, I get hives sometimes." She cracks a smile so I smile too. "When I'm stressed out or nervous about something." I take a look at her other arm as well. She's smiling and holding back laughter. "No, seriously. Last year, I overheard my boss saying something about a member of the staff getting fired. I went crazy thinking it was gonna be me. My back looked like a political map of the United States when everything was said and done. Big mess of red down the middle..."

"I guess that's one way you and I are alike." She nods her head again and gently slides her arm backwards so it's out of my grasp. She grabs onto my arm and starts pulling up the sleeve of my white coat. I'm a little bit uncomfortable now, I won't lie. Why is she trying to look at my arm? I was taught to do anything to make a patient happy though, so I help her pull up my sleeve. She starts running her thumb along the hair on my arm. I don't know what else to say to her. I can't even smile anymore. Alex is always telling me how pretty I am and you wouldn't believe how many patients have complimented my looks as well. I know I'm not ugly but I never really thought that a patient would actually hit on me. Maybe I'm neurotic because I have some residual issues from things that have happened to me in my past but generally, people rubbing your arm like this—male or female—can only mean one thing. I know how to defend myself against someone that tries to take advantage of me and this woman doesn't seem like she's much of a fighter; even though she has a good 100 pounds on me. If this woman tries to do anything to me, I'm going to fight her off as best as I can. Then I'll go find Alex...he'll know what to do. "...I'm sorry, baby." She called me baby. I feel my nervousness starting to take over. I snatch my arm away from her and try to even out my breathing. "You're just...you're beautiful." She finally looks up at me and for the first time, our eyes meet.

When our eyes meet, I feel like someone just opened up the back of my shirt and dumped a gallon of ice water down it. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up and chills rocket all over my body. I don't know who this woman is. Like I said, I've never seen her a day in my life. So...why does my body feel like I know who she is? My heart feels some kind of connection with her and I don't know why. I've never felt connected with somebody like this. I've never felt this natural feeling that someone knows me and I know someone. I don't know her. But there could only be one reason as to why looking at her feels like I'm looking into a distorted mirror. You know those mirrors in the funhouses at carnivals, festivals or freakshows? The ones that make you look skinnier than what you are or fatter than what you are? I feel like I'm looking into one of those. One of those mirrors that gave me haunting hazel eyes, bushier eyebrows, forehead wrinkles and laugh lines in my cheeks. Those mirrors have the ability to make it seem like you're seeing something that you're not but they can never take away the features that make you...yourself. The wide forehead is still there, the hazel eyes are still there, the thin nose is there and the big, puffy lips are there. If you don't know someone but you look like them, there's only one reason why you could look like that person, right?

I close my eyes and shake my head to clear my thoughts. I've had a pretty rough, busy week. I think I'm just tired. There's no way this woman could be anywhere close to who my heart thinks she is. She wouldn't know who the hell I am, just like I don't know who the hell she is. If this woman is who my heart thinks she is, the last time she saw me was when I was two weeks old, 28 years ago. She wouldn't know who in the hell I am. She can't be her. "So...what's your name, ma'am?" I pick up the electronic chart again and pop open the new file, completely dismissing the awkward moment of her stroking my arm and calling me pretty. "And what brings you here today?"

She remains silent, which sort of annoys me. I'm ready to just pass her case off to someone else. Maybe I can act like someone else paged me and give this woman's case to another person, like a nurse or whatever. It doesn't seem surgical, whatever's wrong with her. "You don't know who I am, do you?" Instead of answering my questions, she dives into another topic. I shake my head and pretend to be busy typing something into the chart when in reality, I'm not typing anything. I don't like this feeling I have. This sinking feeling in my chest that's making my stomach ache. I feel nauseous. "I didn't expect you too." She sounds disappointed. "You're gorgeous, though. Look at your pretty, pretty hair and your eyes..." She shakes her head. "So pretty." I have half a mind to tell her "thank you" but if I talk, my voice is going to crack and I'm going to cry. "Can I still call you Jo?"

"...I have to go. I have other patients to..." I swallow a lump in my throat and close out of the new file on the electronic chart. "Good luck, ma'am."

"Jo, wait!" She stands up from the exam table and calls after me. "Wait, honey...just wait." My brain is telling me to keep going; to pull the curtain back and get the hell out of this room before I start crying so hard I can't stop or letting my emotions take over and end up cursing this woman out. But my heart won't let me go. My heart won't let me leave her. "I'm so sorry to...freak you out and stuff. You're just...not what I expected. I don't know what to say to you."

"...So you did page me?" I ask her.

"I found out you were working here and I just asked if you were available..I didn't ask them to tell you that I was sick." She holds her hands out like she's trying to diffuse the situation. "I just want to know you..."

"I'm working." I shake my head and turn to leave again.

"Josephine."

"I have to go...I'm sorry." I feel a tear creep down my cheek and tickle me as it falls. "I...I..." I can't even say anything. "I have to go." I pull the curtain back and leave the exam room. You know, I've always dreamed about this moment. I thought about the things I would do and the things I would say. I would ask her why she left me, I would try to understand why she did it because after all, nobody leaves their two week old baby unless they absolutely have to. I would hug her and tell her that I forgive her for everything and I would tell her that I'm not angry that she was never there to teach me how to deal with my period, how to cope with boy troubles, braid my hair or help me dress up for the prom. I would want to start over and have a relationship with her. I would introduce her to Alex and tell her that I think he's the one. And she would be there for the birth of her grandchildren, if me and Alex decide to have them. I always thought about this moment and I had it planned down to a perfect tee. I look like her, which was a shock. My eyes, my ears, my nose and my mouth all belong to her. And I immediately felt that connection. Crazy how your body just knows that you're related to someone because you feel that connection. I didn't think I'd have any connection with her, even though I came from her. I never thought that I would be the one to apologize to her. I never thought that meeting her—meeting my mother would be so nerve-wracking. I never counted on feeling so nauseous.

I need to find the nearest bathroom, because I'm going to throw up.

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theredwonder · 7 years

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RULES. repost, don’t reblog. tag ten. TAGGED. @grrlwonder TAGGING. @noworldnomad @xgodofstoriesx @thegoof @where-the-sibyl-dwells @americanalien @yallneedahero @killerborn @thebrokenrobin @mutantleaderinthemaking @interdimensional-kickerofbutt ( * = headcanons )

BASICS.

FULL NAME. Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne NICKNAME. Tim, Timmy, Boy Wonder, Drake AGE. 18 BIRTHDAY. July 19 ETHNIC GROUP. Half Caucasian, Half Japanese* NATIONALITY. American LANGUAGE / S. English, Spanish, Russian, French; fluent in spoken Mandarin; able to converse in Cantonese and German; still learning Chinese characters and Japanese, and attempting to pick up Arabic* SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual* ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Biromantic* RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single (verse dependent) CLASS. Upper (1%) HOME TOWN / AREA. Gotham City, New Jersey, USA CURRENT HOME. Renovated theatre in Park Row (Crime Alley) PROFESSION. Co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises, High School student, vigilante

PHYSICAL.

HAIR. Black, at a length where he could go without cutting it for a few months until it gets in the way EYES. Blue NOSE. Not too round nor sharp FACE. Lost most of his baby fat recently so it’s sharper now than when he was Robin LIPS. On the thinner side COMPLEXION. Fair BLEMISHES. He does get a zit once in a while but not too often* SCARS. He has a lot of scars, but the most notable are*: burn scars down neck and up the back of head until partway across the top of head (from Search For A Hero; also why he wears the cowl and keeps longer hair*), surgery scar on abdomen from removal of spleen (from Council of Spiders), large vertical scar on sternum (from Battle of the Cowl), faint scar on left forearm (from To Kill A Bird), small horizontal scar on neck (from HUSH), tiny scar on lower lip (from Steph’s brick; Detective Comics #648) TATTOOS. None HEIGHT. 5′7″* WEIGHT. 145 lbs / 66 kg* BUILD. Athletic, but on the thinner side* FEATURES. Pleasant, mildly attractive ALLERGIES. None USUAL HAIR STYLE. Parted down the near centre, nothing much else done USUAL FACE LOOK. Serious USUAL CLOTHING. Just long-sleeved shirts and jeans when going to school*, suits when going to work

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S. Abandonment, failure, witnessing more deaths he thinks he can prevent* ASPIRATION / S. To do his best* POSITIVE TRAITS. Hardworking, determined, confident (sometimes) NEGATIVE TRAITS. Over-thinking, self-doubt, serious MBTI. ISFJ-T (the defender)* ZODIAC. Cancer TEMPERAMENT. Melancholic* SOUL TYPE / S. Thinker (17), Helper (15)* ANIMALS. Beaver* VICE HABIT / S. None FAITH. Atheist GHOSTS? Friends with one AFTERLIFE? No such thing REINCARNATION? Doubt it ALIENS? Best friend is half alien POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Libertarian* ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. Enough to support night activities without suspicion* SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. ??? EDUCATION LEVEL. Junior High

FAMILY.

FATHER. Jack Drake MOTHER. Janet Catherine* Drake SIBLINGS. None EXTENDED FAMILY. None NAME MEANING / S. Timothy: honouring God, Jackson: son of Jack, Drake: dragon HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? None

FAVOURITES.

BOOK. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes* MOVIE. Star Wars IV* 5 SONGS. Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash, Blitzkrieg Bop - The Ramones, Psycho Killer - Talking Heads, Teenage Kicks - The Undertones, Welcome to Paradise - Green Day (basically his high school mix with all the punk rock bless him)* DEITY. Athena* HOLIDAY. 4th July* MONTH. - SEASON. Fall* PLACE. Titans Tower* WEATHER. Overcast and cool* SOUND. Car or bike engine* SCENT / S. Clean laundry* TASTE / S. Sweet things* FEEL / S. Lying under a comforter* ANIMAL / S. - NUMBER. - COLOUR. Green*

EXTRA.

TALENTS. Learning new things, piecing together a big picture BAD AT. Being surprised* TURN ONS. Trust, confidence* TURN OFFS. Wanting to kill/rape him HOBBIES. Sleeping* TROPES. Ascended Fanboy, Grade-School CEO, I Just Want To Be Normal, Lonely Rich Kid, Took A Level in Badass, Genius Bruiser AESTHETIC TAGS. Skyscrapers, cameras, coffee, computers, maps, files, bruises, feathers GPOY QUOTES. “There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.” – Colin Powell

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S. Ryan Potter ALT FC / S. - OLDER FC / S. - YOUNGER FC / S. - VOICE CLAIM / S. Tom Holland

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1. if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? A1. It’ll be more detective, neo-noir-ish, like Se7en. It’ll probably intersect and come off of or lead to a larger Batman plot, before or after they’re seen on screen together. Still not sure if I’d like his origin included, even though it’s so important to his character, but I’m leaning to a yes to segue into the detective part of the film. Should go against Riddler or Scarecrow and lead to a plot with Ra’s, and an cameo from Lady Shiva and/or Steph would be nice. Titles are hard to come up with, maybe simplicity could work and just be called Robin with the stylised ‘R’.

Q2. what would their soundtrack / score sound like? A2. More score than soundtrack to fit the genre. Maybe a featured song by Panic! or something.

Q3. why did you start writing this character? A3. Because the new52 fucked him over and I had to preserve him in my own mind somehow.

Q4. what first attracted you to this character? A4. His self-doubt was relatable to me.

Q5. describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5. He does put a lot of his expectations onto others, leading him to get frustrated, either with their lack of competence or moral standard. And his view of women -- if he doesn’t think they can kill him, he’s inclined to think they need to be protected.

Q6. what do you have in common with your muse? A6. Self-doubt, dork, secretive, neurotic

Q7. how does your muse feel about you? A7. He doesn’t think I’m applying myself enough.

Q8. what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8. In general, any Batfam or Titans member that addresses how Tim feels about them or what has happened to him in the past few years of canon to drive him away. I don’t get enough of those.

Any villain that challenges Tim, regardless of whether he ends up winning or losing the day. Anyone that’s willing to approach Tim Wayne. And interactions with my 616 or earth 3 verses are generally interesting.

Q9. what gives you inspiration to write your muse? A9. Procrastination.

Q10. how long did this take you to complete? A10. Too long.

#headcanons #long post

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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So what’s your name? Stephanie.

How about your age? 29.

Do those two questions get on your nerves? Not really. It’s the questions about relationships, marriage, and children that annoy me.

What’s your birthday? July 28th.

Zodiac sign? (for those of you who don’t know- cancer, leo, taurus) Leo.

Hmm… What’s your middle name? Last? Nah.

Nickname(s)? Steph or Sis.

What color are your eyes? Brown.

What color is your hair currently? Dark brown, naturally, but I’ve been dying it red for almost 4 years now. I need to get it done again soon cause I’m a few months overdo and it looks awful. It’s a lot of maintenance, but I just absolutely love it after I get it done and I can’t see going back to my natural hair color any time soon. The red has become natural for me.

What is your natural color? Oh.

Describe your hair style. It’s long, like down to my butt, and layered. I need to get trimmed again, too. Currently it’s just up in a pony tail.

What skin tone do you have? Fair.

Oh yeah I guess this is important… Your gender? Female.

What body type do you have? (slender, average, pleasantly plump) Thin.

What kind of nose do you have? Uhhh. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like the only thing I’m not self-conscious about, though.

Are your eyebrows thick? Yes.

Do you have any peircings? Where? Just my earlobes.

Do you have any tatoos? Where? Nope.

Do you want any peircings/tats? Exlpain….. I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for years, but I really, really don’t see it ever happening.

What color eyes do you wish you had? Green or blue.

Do you have fat lips? No. My top lip is thin and my bottom lip is a little bigger.

Do you have a long neck? I guess.

How big are your hands? I have big hands.

How tall are you? I guess I’d be about 5′4.

How much do you weigh? In the mid to upper 70s (lbs).

What do you think is your best feature? I like my hair when the color still looks nice and my roots aren’t starting to show.

What do you get complimented on the most? My hair if anything, after I’ve just recently gotten it done.

What is your worst feature? Everything else.

Do you have/get acne? I get one or two now and then, but I had it a lot when I was a teen and in my early 20s. My chin was always the problem area. My skin is still trash, though.

Do you have any freckles? Yes.

Do you wear glasses/contacts? Glasses.

Do you have/have you ever had braces? If so what color(s) were they? Not for my teeth, but I’ve had back braces and ones for my feet.

Do you have any scars? Where? What were your scars caused from? Several. Most are from surgeries.

Are you built well for your gender? *shrug* I just hate my body.

Are you muscley? No. I used to have great upper body strength and some muscle in my arms, but that’s all gone now.

Do you have large or petite feet? They’re small.

Long legs? Not really.

Do you paint your fingernails? Do you paint your toenails? I haven’t painted my fingernails in years, but I’ve never painted my toenails.

Where do you shave? Places.

What would be your closest label? Uhhh.

Do you ever wear your hair up? How? That’s how it always is cause I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything else with it. It’s up in either a pony tail or a bun.

What kind of accessoires do you wear most often? None anymore. I used to be pretty big on accessorizing.

Your everyday style of clothing? Leggings or sweats with a comfy shirt. Or sweatshirt these days.

What is your favorite tshirt? I don’t have one particular favorite.

Your favorite pair of jeans? I have a few pairs from JC Penny’s because their Arizona skinny jeans always fit perfectly.

Your favorite shoes? My Adidas All-stars.

What is your idea of getting dressed up for oh say… a romantic dinner? I’ve never been, but I’d want to wear a nice dressy top and dark wash jeans perhaps. I guess it would depend on where we were going. I wouldn’t want it to be too fancy to where I’d have to wear a dress.

How about your ideal prom outfit? I wore a white, knee-length strapless dress that tied around the neck and had gold specks all over.

Wedding dress?/Tuxedo I guess…. *shrug*

Do you wear makeup? What do you wear? Rarely, but when I actually do I go for the whole thing. Like we’re talking foundation, concealer, bronzer, blush, highlighter, eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. Sometimes eye shadow.

What, to you, is overdone makeup wise? I don’t know.

Can you walk in heels? Well, no.

Do you prefer to wear dresses, skirts, or dress pants? Dress pants.

have you ever worn rave glasses? (the ones with the bars going across) No.

Do you think rave glasses are pointless? I thought they were dumb.

What’s the first thing you wash when you’re in the shower? My body.

Do you eat breakfast? Very, very rarely.

What is your moring rutine? More like late afternoon routine, but anyway I take my medicine and then lie in bed for up to an hour sometimes before finally dragging myself out to make coffee.

What grade are you in? I’m finished with school.

What is your religion? Christianity.

What country do you live in? USA.

What country do you wish you lived in? This one.

Can you speak another language besides enlgish? Not fluently, no. I can speak very little Spanish.

What’s your favorite holiday? >> Christmas.

What kind of house do you live in? 2 bedroom.

What’s your dream home like? Just a nice 4 bedroom with hardwood flooring and a big backyard for my pup. I’d love a balcony, too. Not super extravagant, but spacious enough for 4 adults and a pup.

What kind of car(s) is parked in your driveway? Nah.

Wear you live is there a busy street in front of your house? Not really. We get a few that pass by here and there.

Are you a yankee or a rebel? Uh.

What’s your overall favorite genre of music? I like variety.

Genre of film? Romantic comedies, psychological thrillers, drama, and some horror and sci-fi.

What’s your favorite food? Taco Bell’s bean burritos (no onions, extra sauce), Doritos tacos, and their limited time rolled chicken tacos that they have right now, and crispy chicken sandwiches from Burger King. I’m sad they discontinued their cheesy tots, though. I gotta wait until next year which is super lame.

Drink? Coffeeeee.

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