#uhh.. how i tag this as triggering properly?

[floortile34]

first psychotic episode? well, more like more intense than those beforr

schizo puppy and proud of it :3 i luv myself. i love everyone in the whole world no matter if any of you actually exist. i love the concepts of you. treating everyone as if they exist makes me happy and if they do exist i hope i make them happy too c:

yipee i <3 everything

i luv having delusions yayy

... i really hope encouraging it makes it more intense. if it doesnt, still fun :3

this corpse's face looked cool in the mirror :3 it was reaally fucky. i should get deliriants. i wish diphenhydramine was otc here...

[cogaytes]

Hi, Katie here, about the kotlc smut discourse, and I just want to say that while kotlc smut makes me personally uncomfortable (as someone who is, uhh eighteen and still avoiding sex until I am older?) however I never run into it/didn’t even know it existed because I always have my AO3 results filtered by rating! So my message to people who find kotlc smut uncomfy is to filter by rating. It’s a great way to keep that stuff away if it’s not your thing! If you don’t know how to do that, feel free to message me or anyone you know who uses ao3, and I’m sure they’d be happy to let you know how :) it’s perfectly valid for these fics to be gross to you, but there are ways to avoid it so it doesn’t even pass by in your scrolling through ao3 search results! That way it can still exist without upsetting or grossing you out.

Anyway, just putting this in your ask box because you made the post about hosting discussions about it so. Hello and have a good day

o7 yes totally agreed! i don't tend to be interested in kotlc smut either (except for a few specific adult pairings usually written by friends) and these filtering tips are super helpful! ao3 has a fantastic system in the sense that it allows you to exclude tags/ratings instead of just including them, so you should be able to filter out any sort of fic, whether smut or gore or triggering content, that makes you uncomfortable as long as it's tagged properly!

[nerves-nebula]

hey so i have my own tmnt iteration that has been lingering in my head for AGESSSS that ive just been using 2 cope and i thought it would be cool 2 make it into a comic or smthing

it does have a lot of dark themes however and im scared of kinda the stigma surrounding it??? specifically w leo + drug use + incest n stuff

ur tm(n)t has helped me feel a lot less alone but i just wanted 2 ask how u deal w how ppl will percieve ur work and how u developed ur kinda mindset??? no pressure obvs but haha im rlly nervous

// 🍃

OUGH sorry this took a while uhh i don't?? i don't deal with it?? I would hate it if one of those weirdos who gets wEIRD about this kind of fiction started interacting with me. I guess I'm just lucky so far idk. I guess i mostly just remind myself im not making this for everyone, i'm making it for me and people like me. that and trying to properly trigger tag stuff and its like, well, if anyone's upset about this that's kinda their own fault at that point.

my mindset right now is mostly just blocking people i dont like at the drop of a hat. you don't need a big grand excuse cause the worst case scenario is that u block someone because of a misunderstanding and like. that's not the end of the world. block liberally, cherish the people who like your stuff, and ignore everyone else cause they don't matter.

like to be honest i'm still pretty affected by things people say on the internet like. all the damn time. its easy to say to just ignore people but liiiike i'm not actually good at that. just gotta remind myself all the time that this is MY BLOG and i DO WHAT I WANT HERE. no one is being forced to read it, and its ridiculous to demand ANY amount of my time to explain myself to a random stranger.

once again easier said than done but, eh.

[fisstech-and-succubi]

Hi everybody, thank you for your patience! This is my first time running or participating in a gift exchange through AO3 and I wanted to make sure I had the signup form set up properly (and all this was after an evening of knitting my taxes negotiating with the grocery store after they lost at least four bags out of our click & collect order). Anyway here we go. I have extended the schedule a bit because of how late I posted the signup form and I will post the schedule in another post.

Signups are now open!!!!

Here is the signup form.

You will need to make three different requests and you can make up to five requests. One (1) of your requests will get filled. They can all be the same genre (eg all fluff, all PWP, whatever) or all different genres, but if they are all the same genre they should each be different from one another - include different characters, different tropes from the tagsets, etc. This is to ensure that when the matching script does its thing, there is a greater chance of it finding someone to match you with based on their offers. Keep in mind that your request contains UP TO three different characters, relationships, and tropes (besides Eskel) that you are hoping to see and the person responding to your request might not fit all of them into their work.

You can put any squicks, triggers, and DNWs in the "details/description" field. I will reblog last year's list of common squicks, triggers, and DNWs for everyone's reference in case you get to this part and think to yourself "uhh, I don't know, I just don't want the usual stuff that everybody doesn't want?" There is a section in the signup form that lets you pick which archive warnings you want or that you want "No archive warnings apply." Remember that "No archive warnings apply" is NOT the same thing as "Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings," in fact they are basically the opposite of each other.

You will need to make three different offers and you can make up to five offers. From your offers you will be assigned to fill one (1) fill. They can all be the same genre or all different genres, but if they are all the same genre they should each be different from one another. This is to ensure that when the matching script does its thing, there is a greater chance of it finding someone to match with you based on their requests. I have set the script to match on one character, one relationship, and one tag even though everyone is required to request and offer three of each. This is also to increase the chances of matching. Keep in mind that the requests and offers each contain UP TO three different characters, relationships, and tropes (besides Eskel) that the requester is hoping to see or the offeror is willing to write, so your fill doesn't have to include everything your requester asked for - so don't stress if you can't fit it all in or one of the things in your assignment is something you just can't write, but do make sure you are giving your requester at least some of the things they asked for!

[make-me-imagine]

Daffodils: New Beginnings

Valentines Special: Day Eight

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   //  Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus - Day Nine: Red Roses (link to post with all endings listed)

Plot: The reader keeps receiving flowers and sweet messages every day from an anonymous source leading up to Valentines Day. But who is sending them?

Choose your own character ending (coming on Valentines Day).

Gender!Neutral Reader x ???

Triggers: Brief mention of fighting        Words: 1,569

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February 13th

"You sure you’re alright?” Wanda asked as she watched your rub your shoulder. 

“I’m good, just a little sore.” you said reassuringly. 

You had been called out on a mission with Steve, Wanda, and Natasha to check out a possible hit on a SHIELD office. You managed to catch the assault team before they made it into the building, but a fight broke out. When you were fighting one of the men, he pulled you down a short flight of stairs, you banged your shoulder pretty bad, but it seemed to be alright now. 

You were riding back to the tower now, sitting in the back seat with Wanda.

“You should get your shoulder checked out when we get back, just in case.” Steve said, looking at your through the drivers mirror. 

“Is that an order Captain?” you asked with sarcasm as you leaned forward, talking to Steve over the seat. 

You could see him smirk at your question as he peaked back at you “If it has to be, then yes.” 

You smiled in amusement as you sat back in your seat “Yes sir” you said, saluting, making Wanda chuckle and Natasha and Steve smirk at your response. 

Doing just as he said, you had your shoulder scanned in the medical wing once you returned. But finding no real damage you went back to work. Entering into the large main room, you staggered back as a man carrying a large box passed by you when you came through the doors. Looking around you saw a bunch of people walking around. It took you a moment before you remembered that they were the people hired to set up the Valentines party.

This room was going to be the main room for the party, tables set up for the dinner and a stage in the front for the entertainment. Seeing through the large doors to your left, you figured that would be where the dancing would take place. 

Looking around, you could tell the color scheme was going to be gold and red, classy, but a bit gaudy in some areas. You saw Tony walk through nearby doors, explaining something to one of the decorators, turning, he spotted you. Leaving the decorator with a last instruction he walked over to you. 

“So, what do you think so far?” he asked as he stood next to you, motioning to the room. 

“No chocolate fountain?” you asked with sarcasm. 

You saw his eyes light up as he snapped his finger “A chocolate fountain!” Turning to one of the nearby people, he got their attention “Any chance of getting a chocolate fountain?” 

You rolled your eyes “Tony, that’s too much!”

“No no, it’s a good idea” he said to you before looking back to the other person who began writing something down “And get some skewers, fruit and marshmallows, it can be like a giant fondue station.” 

“That doesn’t sound very sanitary” you said with a frown.

He hesitated for a moment “No, it’ll be fine, we’ll put up a sign, no double dipping” You shook your head with a laugh as he turned fully towards you “So, how’d your little mission go?”

“Fine, we stopped the assault, arrested all of the members, Nat and Clint will be questioning them.” 

Tony opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted as someone called him from across the room “Go ahead, I’ve got to get back to work anyway” you said as you parted ways. Leaving the room you felt anxious again thinking about the party and what would happen. Trying to shake away the anxiety, you got back to work. 

- - -

You managed to distract yourself by working the rest of the day, and now you were sitting at the kitchen bar in the public part of the tower. Public meaning it could be accessed by all of the Avengers. 

“Hey” Wanda greeted as she wandered in “What are you doing in here?” 

You smiled at her and lifted your hand in greeting “Just finished work, I’m waiting for the rest of the party planners and decorators to leave for the day, they are constantly using the elevators and stairs, filling them with people and stuff.” you chuckled. 

She sat down next to you “Yeah, I couldn’t even get to the elevator in the first place” she chuckled “How’s your shoulder?”

“It’s good, no pain anymore.” you responded “So, are you looking forward to Tony’s party?” you asked her. 

She shrugged “Not particularly. I’m not one for crowded parties.”

“Me neither, but Tony will never get over it if I don’t show up, you too probably.”

“Oh yes I know, he told me so himself” you both chuckled. 

"Tony and his parties.” you commented just as the doors opened. Clint, Steve and Natasha walking in. 

“Ah, there you two are. “ Clint said as they made there way over to you. Clint and Steve sat at the bar with you and Wanda as Nat moved behind the bar. 

You sat and talked with the others for a while, about today’s planned attack, about who they were hired by, and then about Tony’s party. You started to feel the now familiar anxiety rise in your chest. Making yourself yawn, you feigned drowsiness before rising “Alright, I need to get some sleep.” you said, knowing that, though you were tired, you might not be able to sleep anyways. 

“Goodnight” Wanda, Nat and Steve said as you began to leave.

“Hey” Clint said.

Turning back to him you rose your brow. “Did you get any flowers from your secret admirer today?” he asked with a smirk.

“Ooh, yeah I almost forgot about that” she smirked as she looked at you. Wanda and Steve turned to look at your as well. 

“Uhh, no, but I haven’t been back to my room since lunch, soo”

“Soo, maybe there will be something now?” Nat said with a smile. 

Saying nothing you just smiled, cocked your head and then spun around, leaving in silence. Hearing chuckling from the others behind you as you left. You had actually successfully been distracted to the point where you forgot about the flowers. 

Luckily all of the decorators and planners had been long gone, so you could make your way to your room easily. As you stopped at your floor, you braced yourself for what would be on the other side, feeling a sense of familiar excitement. 

As the doors slid open, your eyes were already trained on your door. And placed at the bottom, was a tall bouquet of pale yellow daffodils tied together with white silky ribbon, a note dangling from the side. 

Quickly making your way to your door, you unlocked it before picking up the bouquet and going inside. This was the last bouquet you would get before learning who was behind all of this tomorrow. Your heart seemed to be hammering in your chest as you stared at the note.

You were almost afraid to read it. You hesitated before setting it down and going to the bathroom. Getting ready for bed, you grabbed the flowers and put them into a vase, a new one you bought at the store. Sitting on your bed, you fiddled with the note in your hand. Slowly opening it, you psyched yourself up a bit before you began to read the note. 

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Daffodils

Daffodils mean “New Beginnings”. I chose these because tomorrow will be the start of a new beginning for the two of us. No matter what happens. I, of course have my own wishes of how tomorrow will go, and I am sure you do as well. Perhaps you have your own desires of who I am, and I hope that I do not disappoint you when you find out who I am.

I have so much more I want to write, but cannot seem to put it properly into words. I’m sure we are both nervous about tomorrow, but I do truly feel as though we are meant to be. And though I cannot see the future, I know tomorrow will be the start of something new, and I can only hope that it will be great. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Reading over the note a few times you lied back on your bed as you stared up at the ceiling. You had stopped trying to figure out who it could be. Knowing that they were careful enough not to let anything seem obvious. And if you had been talking to them one on one, or when everyone would be talking about the flowers, they were careful enough not to say anything that would make them seem suspicious. 

For a moment, you debated not going to the party at all. And chickening out instead. But you only entertained the thought for a moment before you felt guilt for even thinking it. They did not deserve that. No matter how afraid you might be about what might happen tomorrow, they didn’t deserve to be stood up, especially not after everything they have said and done. But then again, what if they stand you up? What if they change their mind, and you never find out who they are?

You closed your eyes, your thoughts running rapid through every possibility of what could happen tomorrow. Eventually, without really realizing it, you had drifted off to sleep.

xx xx xx xx xx

Sooo, tomorrow is the day!

I will be releasing every ending throughout Valentines Day (10 in total); starting around 5am MST. Let me know if you want to be tagged in any specific endings.

The endings will be: Bucky, Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Natasha, Vision and Wanda. 

[fanficmemes]

Hello, I have a question and no one to ask this to, I was hoping you or your followers could help me? I'm writing a fic with two characters that used to be close friends but then stopped seeing each other when one of them ran away from home, I don't want to spoil the reason but it involes a toxic family situation. How can I tag this as a trigger warning without giving away the twist that will happen a few chapters in? I don't want to catch people by surprise but I don't want the tags to spoil it

Bro I’m so hyped that u thought about this blog!! And to answer ur question, I think that there’s a few ways to make sure that it properly tagged.

Rate it high- mature and explicit don’t always mean sex, it just means that there’s something intense happening so be aware of that when reading it

As far as tags go I guess the usual would work without spoiling it: abuse tw, toxic familial relationships tw, nothing too specific but make sure they know what’s up

U can always use the authors notes- in the top notes say to check the end notes for the tags so that they can make sure they’re okay reading it but it won’t spoil anything

Tagging is up to ur discretion, but as long as there’s some kind of little heads up u should be fine

Uhh that’s all I can think of, anyone else have ideas?

[scntamcria]

growing up ✿ owen

TAGGING → Tori Santamaria, Owen Milligan

TIMEFRAME → A month ago

LOCATION → Santamaria Residence

NOTES → Tori enlists the help of her father to try and help Owen and Tristan get emancipated.

Owen had just been at Tori's house a few days ago but this time as he drove over his nerves on edge. Not only was Owen seeing Tori's dad for the first time since Tori returned he was about to have a very serious conversation. Owen wasn't sure if the man would agree to help him or to what degree he knew about Owen and Tori's past activities together. Owen pulled up to the security gate and pressed in the code, the guard arm lifting so he could drive in. Owen knew the way to Tori's home without having to think too much about it. As Owen pulled up he noticed some toys in the yard. He had seen Tori's hastygram post and it had raised more questions in his head but he didn't think Tori was ready for them. Owen swallowed hard before climbing out of his car and going to knock on the door. He clasped his hands together in front of himself as he rocked on his heels waiting for the door to open.

Tori: was so preoccupied with debriefing her father about what was soon to take place, that she’d barely heard the doorbell when Owen rung. “So remember Daddy, his families in a lot of trouble so..take it easy” she warned, knowing that while charismatic her father could also be harshly judgmental, especially when it came to people from the opposite side of the tracks. Still it was hardly ever that his daughter came to him for any kind of assistance especially when it came to matters between her friends, so he complied, if not for only the glimmer of satisfaction he felt with being allowed into her teenaged world. She bounded toward the door, greeting Owen with a radiant smile. “O! Come in…” she greeted enthusiastically, stepping to the side as her father appeared right behind her. “Daddy, you remember Owen, Tristan’s brother..” she made sure to add that tidbit in there, knowing how incredibly fond of the younger Milligan her dad was. “Ah, yes nice to see you Mr. Milligan—“ the well tailored man replied, extending a hand for Owen to shake. “Do wipe your feet before you come in, we’ve just had the floors waxed..” Tori shot Owen a playful glance at the exchange, rubbing his back for a little reassurance as they all treaded into the kitchen.

Owen couldn't help but grin as he saw the bright smile on Tori's face as she opened the door. Owen nodded sharply and wiped his feet on the welcome mat before stepping into the house and slipping his shoes off to the side of the foyer. Owen made sure to smile at Tori's father as he spoke to him, hoping that all remnants of his black eye were gone. "Nice to meet you again Mr. Santamaria" Owen shook the man's extended hand firmly. "You have such a beautiful home!" He commented as he looked the parental figure into the kitchen, he couldn't help but shoot Tori a nervous glance behind his back after the man had rubbed his back and then passed him to lead the way. "Can I get you something to drink? Water? Juice? Beer?" He asked with his eyebrows raised. Owen knew this was a test and he couldn't screw up. "If you have pineapple juice that would be great, if not I would enjoy a glass of ice water. Thank you."

Tori: took the role of the observer as she sat off to the side, “Smart man, that stuff’s not good for you anyway” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her father’s giving Owen a hard time about drinking, especially when a martini after school amongst most of the York kids was about as commonplace as having your ears pierced. He even let her drink occasions and at events, under the age old premise that the more access teenagers had to alcohol the less likely they were to abuse it. /Right/. “So, I told Owen that you always keep a really great legal team. And maybe there’s some way that you could possibly help him and Tristan?” she posed to the man as he returned to the table with pineapple juice for Owen and a water for his daughter. “Well we’ll see what can be done, huh?” Victor replied as he took a seat adjacent Owen. Just then Gabriella’s crying sounded off from upstairs followed by her stepfather, Luis, calling out for her in his thick Italian accent. “Well, guess that’s my cue—“ she quipped, hopping up from the table. “I’ll leave you two boys to talk, be right back—“ And with nothing more than that she was off, leaving both her father and Owen alone together. “So, I hear you’re in a bit of a bind…” Victor began, waiting for Owen to elaborate further.

Owen chuckled softly "Yeah, I have some first hand experience watching what it does to people." He stated thinking maybe small statements like the one he had just made would help ease him into the heavier discussion shortly. While Victor was preparing the drinks Owen fiddled with his hands nervously before looking over to Tori hoping for an encouraging or calming look. Owen thanked the man as he handed him his glass and nodded along to what Tori was telling her father. Owen lifted his head as he heard a young child cry. He felt slight panic fill him as Tori left him alone with her father but he quickly shoved it down. He needed to grow up and handle this like the adult he was trying to prove he was. Owen nervously wet his lips before nodding "Uhh, yes sir. My brother, Tristan, and I, we..." Owen couldn't even remember the last time he was this nervous. "We aren't in a safe or healthy living situation. I know it's quite the stretch and may not be possible but we are looking to have a full emancipation granted by the courts. I know it's not going to be easy and it means testifying in court about what our parents have and haven't done to us, which is going to be especially hard for my brother, and that our parents will get to testify too but we really need to get out and we can't go into the foster system or risk being separated. But if we can't get emancipated I'll be 18 soon and was hoping to apply for guardianship of Tristan but I know that also is easier said than done." He stopped as he realized he was rambling.

Victor: could sense the Owen’s tenseness as he looked at him from across the table and it triggered a bit of sympathy in the middle-aged man. Still he wanted to make sure he kept his wits about him, clearing his throat as Owen finished his statement. “Well before I consider getting any of my people involved I’d need to know the full extent of the situation with your parents. How do I know you and your parents aren’t just experiencing a rift in your relationship? I’ve seen firsthand how you teenagers can oftentimes overreact—” he said, having to keep himself from massaging his temple as the thoughts of the countless times his daughter tried to “run away” after their disagreements came rushing to his brain.

Owen figured Victor was going to say what he had and so he had been rehearsing his answers in his head ever since Tori told him that she would see if her father would be willing to help him. Owen had to fight back a chuckle at Mr. Santamaria's last comment, he knew first hand how much of a handful Tori could be. Owen pulled his lower lip between his teeth before flicking it out. "What happens if I tell you what my parents have done to us and we don't get emancipated. Are the cops going to take us from our parents are separate Tristan and I?" He tried to ask as calmly as he could but he was not only scared of being taken away from Tris but admitting for the first time the awful things his parents had done.

Victor: gave a sigh at Owen’s response, readjusting the sleeve on his cashmere sweater. “Owen, if there’s one essential thing about me it’s than I’m a man of my word. I would like to think you’re one too, I’m not sure of that, but I’d like to think so. But if we’re going to get anywhere in this battle we’re both going to have to take a leap of faith and trust one another” he paused for just a moment, looking Owen square on. “Now if I’m trusting you to give me and my lawyers the whole truth and not make a fool of us in court, you have to trust that they’ll do what they can to keep you and your brother together”

Owen nervously took a sip of his drink to try and combat his dry mouth before looking back up at Victor as he spoke to him. "I promise I'm a man of my word as well." Owen nodded as Mr. Santamaria told him that he was going to trust him. "You have my word. I won't tell anything but the truth and I won't make a fool of you guys. I appreciate what you're doing for Tristan and I and know you don't have to be doing this." Owen's eyes drifted to his calloused knuckles. "Since we are both being honest here...I'm just kind of...scared to tell someone about all this. I've never talked to anyone about it other than Tristan."

Owen nervously took a sip of his drink to try and combat his dry mouth before looking back up at Victor as he spoke to him. "I promise I'm a man of my word as well." Owen nodded as Mr. Santamaria told him that he was going to trust him. "You have my word. I won't tell anything but the truth and I won't make a fool of you guys. I appreciate what you're doing for Tristan and I and know you don't have to be doing this." Owen's eyes drifted to his calloused knuckles. "Since we are both being honest here...I'm just kind of...scared to tell someone about all this. I've never talked to anyone about it other than Tristan."

Victor: “Well then this will be good practice for the courts...” Mr. Santamaria said uneasily, bracing himself for whatever Owen was about to say.

Owen drew in a ragged breath before looking up and studying the man's features for a moment. "My parents are very neglectful towards my brother and I. There were many days as children that Tristan and I were left to go hungry, we still would be if it wasn't for me having a job. As kids our parents wouldn't take us to school. We barely had clothes that properly fit as we grew. Again, we still wouldn't if it wasn't for me working. If I didn't make sure the bills were paid not only would our utilities have been cut off like they used to be when we were kids but we probably would have been evicted by now. Our parents are abusive to us. Mentally, verbally, emotionally, and physically. If your lawyers request my medical records I have /numerous/ hospital visits for 'accidents' including one time my dad was drunk and beat me within an inch of my life when I was younger. My mom wouldn’t take me to the hospital for my broken arm, nose, and ribs until the bruises faded so I just had some cheap pharmacy split on a broken arm for a long ass time. By the time the doctors x-rayed my arm it had healed crocked so they had to rebreak my arm to set it. My dad is almost always blackout drunk and he abuses my mother while drunk but she refuses to admit to it but Tristan and I have watched him hit her. They yell and degrade us when ever they see us."

Victor: listened intently to everything Owen was telling him, hoping that his face wasn’t portraying the sense horror he felt listening to what an abusive situation he was in. He knew that a lot of the kids his daughter now went to school with lead lives that completely contrasted their own, but he had no idea just how much. “Well Mr. Milligan that’s just awful...” he remarked. This had been going on for years and yet no teachers noticed, no adult thought to report the situation. “And the fact that you’ve been able to maintain so many adult responsibilities and attend school is nothing short of a miracle..” Victor sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll give my lawyer a call, and pass him your number.”

Owen couldn't decide if he more anxious or relieved to have finally told someone what he and Tristan had been going through. Owen just hoped that Mr. Santamaria wasn't judging or pitying him and Tristan or thought that he shouldn't be around his daughter. "I just try to remind myself that things could be far worse but then again things would also be a lot better. Which I am hoping will come about if we are granted emancipation." Owen smiled softly "It has definiently been an struggle to stay in school and balance all my responsibilities but I know how important education is." Owen wasn't going to mention that his main income was far from legal. Owen gave a small nod as the man placed his hand on Owen's broad shoulder. "Thank you so much sir. It means more than you know that you're willing to help."

Tori: it wasn’t too long after her departure that Tori came rounding the corner to the kitchen once again, this time bouncing her daughter on her hip, still puffy eyed and sucking on her pacifier to console her. “Well if it isn’t both my girls” Victor remarked, giving the smallest Santamaria a kiss on on one of her big cheeks. “Good talk?” Tori asked both males, smiling tenderly at Gabi and at them. “Oh Owen, this is my baby girl, Gabriella..” she introduced, her gaze lingering on him for a moment as if to beg him not to start in today with this “who’s the daddy” conspiracy, or even say anything to imply it, especially not in front of her daughter. It wasn’t long after that her step dad came padding down the stairs, singing something in his thick Italian accent. “Oh we have guests” he remarked fondly at Owen, tying a purple apron around his slender waist. “Why not stay for dinner, I was just about to--” Before he could get his words out her father interrupted, “/Actually/, I was thinking we go out for dinner tonight” he cut in abruptly, making Tori feel for a second that maybe their conversation hadn’t gone so well afterall. “But I suppose Mr. Milligan can join us..” Tori breathed a sigh of relief as her full lips pulled into a small smile. It was clear that he dad still needed to warm up to Owen, but something he said must’ve tugged on Victor’s heartstrings and that was enough for her.

Owen was relieved when he saw Tori returning so he wouldn't be left alone with Mr. Santamaria now that the man had heard his story. Owen's eyes shifted from Tori to Gabi, it was still a little unsettling to know that Tori had a child and no matter how much she said she knew the father and it wasn't Owen, there was still a chance that Owen was the father. The more he looked at the young girl the more he saw himself in her. Owen nodded at Tori's question. "Very good." Owen stood and walked over to the two females. "Hi Gabi, I heard you weren't too happy." He said softly. He looked up at Tori. "She's beautiful." Owen looked to the male padding down the stairs, he opened his mouth to try and excuse himself but Mr. Santamaria cut in first. Owen smiled "I would love that. Thank you so much for your kindness and hospitality."

[a-chan-san]

GET TO KNOW ME UNCOMFORTABLY WELL (FILLED OUT)

@prfm-uk tagged me in this like 5 months ago.. heheh

I tag my one friend on Tumblr @p-r-f-m :)

What is your middle name?

Nicole (Oh god I keep fucking with the format I’m sorry)

How old are you? 23. Practically a senior citizen on Tumblr

When is your birthday? May 1st

What is your zodiac sign? Taurus

What is your favorite color? Light blue, light purple and white

What’s your lucky number? meh maybe 14

Do you have any pets? 3 kitties :)

Where are you from? True north strong and free! Close to Vancouver 

How tall are you? Not sure? Maybe 5′7

What shoe size are you? 8 but who cares

How many pairs of shoes do you own? Probably like 10 but wear only 3

What was your last dream about? I can’t remember but I woke up mad at my boyfriend :P

What talents do you have? Uh. I do’t really have talents. I can speak Japanese semi decently and can make paper stars. That’s about it.

Are you psychic in any way? Nah but I think I have pretty good foresight 

Favourite song? Queen Charlotte of the Hyenas-Chucky Danger, Magic of Love, Party Maker, Koi wa Zenkei Shisei-Perfume, Watching You-Pogo

Favourite movie? Pride and Prejudice, UP, Kiki’s Delivery Service 

Who would be your ideal partner? My bf is pretty aight

Do you want children? I want to want children...kids suck so much though 

Do you want a church wedding? Nah

Are you religious? I was but now nah 

Have you ever been to the hospital? Probably 5 times due to broken bones and asthma 

Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope!

Have you ever met any celebrities? Carly Rae and lots of hockey players. Also the band Cat Empire if anyone other than me cares!? (it was amazing)

Baths or showers? Showers are more practical but I am a Lush bath bomb slut

What colour socks are you wearing? No socks

Have you ever been famous? Neigh

Would you like to be a big celebrity? I would like to be a middle class celebrity 

What type of music do you like? I can’t really block myself into a category. My taste is all over the place.

Have you ever been skinny dipping? Yeah I just went last month!

How many pillows do you sleep with? 2, but 4 on my bed

What position do you usually sleep in? On my side

How big is your house? 3 bed, 2.5 bath, 3 stories but very skinny

What do you typically have for breakfast? Instant oatmeal being as I work at 730 am 

Have you ever fired a gun? Nope

Have you ever tried archery? Yeah I used to be hella good

Favorite clean word? I’m sure I could remember if I sat and thought about it for long enough but I can’t be bothered.

Favorite swear word? Good old fuck is my go to

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? Probably like 37 hours or whatever it was on the way/first day of my Japan trip

Do you have any scars? One on my knee form whiping out during Terry Fox run ‘05

Have you ever had a secret admirer? nnnno?

Are you a good liar? Oh my god no. It’s so bad.

Are you a good judge of character? I think so 

Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yes but not well. So actually no.

Do you have a strong accent? Nah I probably just sound like an American. No ones ever pointed it out to me.

What is your favourite accent? Aussie maybe?

What is your personality type? Marshmallow 

What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Oh god I just spent $95 on a pair of TOM runners. I don’t even run wtf.

Can you curl your tongue? Yis

Are you an innie or an outie? Innie. I feel weird answering that. 

Left or right handed? Right

Are you scared of spiders? Yes. The bf comes in handy because of this.

Favorite food?

Perogies, pizza, Sandwiches, curry 

Favorite foreign food? Ramen or Indian food on a whole mmmm

Are you a clean or messy person? Messy but improving 

Most used phrase? I’m really bad about using phrases to death but I can’t think of one atm

Most used word? I asked bf and he said it’s ‘BOIII’ right now. Kill me.

How long does it take for you to get ready? for work? 20 mins, to go out like an hour

Do you have much of an ego? Nope. At work I can be a bit cocky tho

Do you suck or bite lollipops? NO BITE >:(

Do you talk to yourself? At work alll the time

Do you sing to yourself? Yeah

Are you a good singer? Not really since leaving choir 

Biggest fear? Social Anxieties mess with me real bad. 

Are you a gossip? Uhh Unfortunately lol

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Saving Private Ryan. That counts right?

Do you like long or short hair? on other people? Idc. On me I like it short but currently trying to grow it out and it is a mega pain. 

Can you name all 50 states of America? Lol no 

Favourite school subject? Japanese and Music 

Extrovert or Introvert? Extrovert with unfortunate anxieties 

Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope

What makes you nervous? My scary man boss, Thinking about job hunting, having to do shit in public by myself 

Are you scared of the dark? Not scared but if I sleep in pitch black I’ll have panic attacks and or sleep walk lol 

Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depending 

Are you ticklish? OH YES

Have you ever started a rumour? Nope

Have you ever been in a position of authority? Hmm probably but I can’t remember. I guess at work sometimes. 

Have you ever drank underage? Just tastes 

Have you ever done drugs? Weed but like barely 

Who was your first real crush

Hmm it’s hard to say when it gets real. Let’s say Paris in grade 8

How many piercings do you have? 3 if you could each ear :P

Can you roll your ‘R’s?

Hmm maybe?

How fast can you type? Meh

How fast can you run? so so slow 

What colour is your hair? Dark Brown 

What colour are your eyes? Hazel 

What are you allergic to? Dogs. With a side of lots of asthma triggers 

Do you keep a journal? I used to but it fizzled out :(

What do your parents do? Nada. Ma is on disability due to a broken back. 

Do you like your age? Sure but it doesn’t mater? Knock on wood I get to try them all 

What makes you angry? Hm why am I having so much trouble thinking of something. When I bonk my head while getting into the car >:( 

Do you like your own name? Yeah I didn’t when I was younger but I was a stupid kid who thought it was cool to hate your name. My name is my name. 

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Looove the name Neil even though its a stereotyped nerd name

Do you want a boy a girl for a child? One of each or just a girl

What are you strengths? Honestly, frugality, strong morals in some aspects 

What are your weaknesses? Shyness, slow learner 

How did you get your name? I think I’m unfortunately named after a country singer. Old men like to believe I was named after a car tho.

Were your ancestors royalty? No. But I think my great grandpa was very famous/important in Vancouver for some reason 

Do you have any scars? uh

Colour of your bedspread? Pink. Even though I hate pink...

Colour of your room? Foresty green

Does it ever get better?

It does. It really great to age and look back on who you were and be aware of your mistakes and see your improvements. (sorry I couldn’t get this line to format properly (apparently formatting isn’t where I’ve improved))