#CUZ GIRLS LOOK BETTER IN A REAL TIGHT SWEATER

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Cuz girls look better in a real tight sweater

IGNORE MY AWFUL HANDWRITING PLELASSSE

[sobashahzadi]

🎵cuz girls look better in a real tight sweater🎵

I adore genderswap Mido sm I can’t even tell u

PROCESS cuz I think it’s nice to look at

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change of style

request: Hey, I was wondering if there was a chance is we could get a reaction out of Deku, Bakugo, Todoroki etc of the reader coming to school dressed an E-Girl or a Soft Girl or something like that 😂

a/n: since they do have a dress coded school, i decided to change your request just a bit! i don’t know how to implement the aesthetics into the uniforms without breaking some sort of dress code i added cottage core to this too, to mix it up a bit!

warnings: fluff and slight sexual tension but no nsfw

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Izuku Midoriya.

It was all Toru’s idea. And though it was supposed to be a prank on Izuku, but it felt more like a prank on you. You didn’t really know how the conversation got there but suddenly the girls were going to dress you in cottage core attire to see Izuku’s reaction on you going out of your comfort zone a bit. A few in the class were going out that day to the park for a picnic, since the weather had been so nice lately. So they put you in a light blue, angelic-looking, dress that Momo just had lying around for some reason. The dress ended above your ankles, so you could still see the brown leather shoes which you matched it with. In your hair they put a matching light blue bow on the back of your head. To keep warm you put on a creamy white knitted cardigan, which Momo made on the spot when you asked about the slightly chilly breeze. Ochaco was in charge of putting on make up, so she went out to grab some of her stuff. When she came back she only put on very light, natural make up. But with a bit extra blush on the apple of your cheeks and on the tip of your nose.

Once it was done you looked yourself in the mirror. You looked right about ready to go to your cottage in the forest to take care of your cats and water your flowers... and you kind of... liked it?

Either way it was time to go, and the girls made you carry the picnic basket to really complete the look. And right before you were going into the common room, Mina leaned into and whispered: “Kind of looks like a wedding dress, don’t you think?” Your cheeks heated up at just the thought of that.

“Mina!”, you squealed as you watched her run away cackling.

You walked into the room last, kind of hiding behind the other girls though everyone could still see you... you stuck out like a sore thumb. Some of the girls had put on dresses too, in solidarity... well mostly because it was hot outside and you begged them to do it. But it was the fact that you looked like you belonged in a fairytale that made you stand out.

“Why are you so dolled up?”, Kirishima asked with a big smile. You were about to say something when Mina and Ochaco slapped their hands over your mouth.

“Just ‘cuz!”, they smiled.

“I take it that they forced you, then.”, he chuckled. You gave him a nervous nod. Kirishima was in many ways like the big brother you never had. He was actually the one who helped you get together with Izuku, since both of you were to nervous to say anything about it.

“It’s alright, it suits you.”, he smiled, “I’m sure Midoriya will be all over you.”, he teased.

“Shut up!”, you slapped him lightly on the arm and tried to ignore the blush creeping up on your face again. Your eyes looked around the room to try to find Izuku, and Kirishima seemed to notice.

“He’s just been out training, we’re gonna wait for him here.”, he looked to the rest of the group, “Hey! Why don’t the rest of you go set the things up at the park and Sero and I will wait for Midoriya?” Everyone agreed and the group got moving.

Once the stuff was put up in the park, right by the lake and the big oak tree, you saw Sero, Kirishima and Izuku walk towards the group. You were sitting on the rock by the lake, drinking a bottle of water to stay hydrated in the heat of the sun. When you saw him your heart skipped a beat. His curls were still damp, since he probably didn’t have time to dry his hair fully after his shower. And even though he was wearing what he usually wore there was something different... maybe it was the lighting... or the way he was looking at you. His eyes were slightly raised in surprise and his jaw was slack with his lips parted slightly. You stood up, forgetting what you were wearing as you were just happy to see him, and sprinted up to him. His slack jaw tensed up as he started to smile brightly.

“Woah, woah...”, he chuckled as you practically ran into his chest, making him stumble back a bit. Kirishima and Sero snickered as they kept on walking.

“Hi.”, you grinned.

“Hi.”, he replied sweetly, “You look... very pretty.” A pink tint dusted across his cheeks as he said so.

“Thank you.”, you smiled and took his hand, “You’re very pretty too.” The way your cheeks grew tomato red made him snort to try to contain his laughter.

“Let’s go, princess.”, he smiled and started to walk to the rest of the group with his hand still in yours. Princess... that’s a new one. You decided on the spot that it was your new favorite.

Katsuki Bakugo.

Everyone knows that Katsuki has a huge soft spot for you, but not a lot of people know that he’s not as mean as he acts and looks. At least not to you, again; he had a bit of a sweet spot for you. Yes, he could still have one hell of an attitude and he definitely had anger issues... but the important part was that he was trying for you. So he already had a soft spot for you, so of course your friends wanted to get a real reaction out of him. What if we turn the soft spot even more soft? They put you in a short, light brown, plaid skirt that flaired out and accentuated your hips. Along with that they put you in one of Katsuki’s white button ups, which you had stolen from him because it smelled like him (and you might’ve slept in it), and over that they layered a knitted sweater in a shade of light pink which was tucked into the skirt. Mina gave you a pair of her chunky white sneakers to pair with the outfit.

“You look so cute!”, Ochaco exclaimed as Mina started doing your make up.

“Guys, I don’t know if I can go out in this... he’s probably not going to react anyways.”, you sighed.

“I did not put in this much effort for you to back out now.”, Jirou stared you down.

“Exactly.”, Momo and Tsu nodded.

“Even if he doesn’t react, you look very cute!”, Toru assured you. After the girls pleaded with you, you decided to go through with it.

You walked over to the common area, where Katsuki was trying to read his book while Denki and Kirishima was playing videogames on the same couch. The way he furrowed his eyebrows to try to focus better was somehow the most adorable thing you had ever seen in your life. You looked back at the girls who were watching you from the stairs up to the dorm rooms. With a sigh, you started walking past... he didn’t even look up from his book. You looked back at the girls again and Ochaco mouthed “Plan B” at you, so you started walking to the kitchen. The thing was that you really wanted no one else to see you like this except for your boyfriend... and if you called on him, Kirishima and Denki would look up too... but you did promise the girls...

“Hey, Katsuki!”, you said from the cupboards as you tried to reach the top shelf, “Could you help me get a glass?” Katsuki looked up from his book and took a double look at you. After just a few seconds his face was completely red. After not answering for a while it caught the other boys’ attention and they looked over at him. When they saw that his face started to resemble Kirishima’s hair they looked over at you, though you didn’t notice since you were still trying to reach a glass. Denki let out a low whistle, without thinking, and at the speed of lightning a red pair of eyes stared him down. You finally looked over at them, with blushing cheeks. Katsuki was walking over to you as Denki stared at him like a scared puppy. Katsuki positioned himself behind you, one hand on your waist and one hand reaching up to grab a glass for you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered:

“Is that the shirt I’ve been looking for?”, he pulled at the collar of the white button-up.

“Maybe...”, you whispered back, quite enjoying the attention you were getting from him.

“Well... you do look really fucking good in it, but I’m gonna need that back. Come to my room later?”, he let his hand slowly slip down from your waist before taking his hand completely off of you.

“Okay.”, you choked out, now it was your turn to blush like crazy.

“Great.”, he smiled and walked back to the couch to get back to reading, “What the fuck are you looking at!?”, he shouted at the guys and they quickly looked back to their game. Well... it worked.

Shoto Todoroki

You and Shoto weren’t a very open couple, in the means that you didn’t show each other off that much. It didn’t mean that you didn’t appreciate each other, you were just both kind of awkward about it. People didn’t even know that you were dating until you casually said something about it a few months ago, even though you had dated for over a year suddenly everyone wanted to see you two together.  That’s why you were here now, in Jirou’s room. Some of the girls were looking through her warderobe for your outfit.

“Tell me why we’re doing this again?”, you sighed as you got more comfortable on Jirou’s bed.

“You don’t usually dress like this, so...”, Mina picked up a skirt, “We think that it’ll get a reaction out of your boyfriend.”

“Why do you have to get a reaction out of him?”, you flop down on your back.

“Because it’s not fair that only you get to see the super cute stuff you two do.”, Toru argued.

“Isn’t that what a relationship is, though? Being comfortable with each other?”, you sighed.

“Don’t you want to show him off a little, though? You’re dating one of the most attractive boys in UA.”, Ochaco sat down next to you on the bed.

“... maybe.”, you muttered.

“Then let’s get going, we don’t have all day!”, Momo exclaimed happily.

You actually found something that you would be semi-confident in. It was a short, tight, plaid skirt and a studded black leather belt. The skirt was dark blue and black, along with a bit of white. The top, however, was a bit harder for you to accept. It was just a black tube top, but it was very cropped and that was a little too much for you. So you went to your room and grabbed the jean jacket that Shoto had let you borrow and you had just forgotten about giving it back. When you came back Mina was ready with make up in her hands and Jirou showed you a pair of leather boots which you could borrow. With a sigh you sat down in front of Mina and let her to your make up.

After your make over the girls followed you as you walked down the stairs to the common area. You were supposed to go with Shoto to get cold soba together, so he was waiting for you there. He looked up as he saw you walk down the stairs and his jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes widened.

“Ready to go?”, you smiled innocently.

“Um... yeah... yeah, let’s go.”, he nodded.

During the entire date he didn’t look away from you, he didn’t even care if someone else was looking at you. He just wrapped an arm around you or took your hand in his. Almost like he was saying: “you can look but she’s all mine”, which if you were being honest felt a little bit nice...

When you got back at the dorms you were smiling like crazy, and even Shoto wore a small smile on his lips. You said goodnight and Shoto was about to walk up the stairs when you stopped him.

“Wait!”, you exclaimed, “Your jacket.”, you took off the jean jacket and handed it to him. This was really just an excuse to see him for a bit longer.

“Thank you but...”, he wrapped the jacket around you again and kept his hands on your shoulders, “... I think it suits you.” He pulled you in by the collar of the jacket and placed a kiss on your lips ever so softly and longingly. You kept your eyes closed for a bit after he pulled a way, which earned you a chuckle from Shoto. He gave you a little peck to your lips and this time it was your turn to chuckle.

“You looked very cute today...”, he leaned his forehead against yours, “... but don’t feel the need to dress up for me. I love you no matter what.” That was the first time he’d ever said he loved you.

“I love you too.”, you whispered as you rested your palms against his chest, “... no matter what.” He gave you another quick but loving kiss.

“Keep the jacket.”, he whispered against your lips. You watched him hesitantely pull away from you and start to walk up the stairs.

“Goodnight.”, you said.

“Goodnight.”, he replied.

Once you were in your room you threw yourself on your bed after kicking Jirou’s shoes off your feet. A squeal escaped your lips as you thought back to what just happened. A buzz from your phone interupted your wandering thoughts. Just hand me the clothes tomorrow, here are some pics ;)

It was Jirou. Along with the text a few pictures followed... of you and Shoto right now in the lobby. A smile spread across your lips as youmade sure to screenshot all of them.

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The Ghost (Part 2)

Pairing :Wrench x Reader

AO3 Link

Summary:

“So. You a big fan of hackers?”

“I guess you can say that. ” You may not be able to make a coherent string of codes but you know that vague code speak means: He’s in the group.

Note: 

Here's the look reader has in this chapter!

(The helmet and biker suit is the main canonical look reader has cuz it's important to the fic, underneath you can insert your own look)

Chapter 2: Fresh Air and Graffiti

You woke up to the smell of your grandmother’s cooking, checking your phone revealed it was 8 in the damn morning. God you weren’t ready for the strong smells so early in the morning. Looks like Ripley wasn’t either considering she was already away and giving you her big ole puppy eyes that just scream “Walk time? Walk time!”.

Such a sweetie.

“Let’s get you some breakfast first before we can think of any w-a-l-k-i-e-s, alrighty?” Oh gosh, she gave you a little nod and a gentle ruff, you’re gonna get killed by the cuteness of a pup. Not by any of those burly men with guns that you’re so used to on the job, and obviously, you welcome this kind of death with open arms.

Getting up, you cleaned yourself up from the rest of your grogginess and went to the kitchen to fill up Ripley’s food bowl but not before taking a puff of your daily asthma medicine.

Gah… The smell of dried fish was getting more and more prominent now. The dried fish your grandma makes for the conge tastes so good but god it smells like the ocean flooded the house and dried up.

“Mom! Did you really have to make that fish so early in the morning?” Looks like your aunt was up and at ‘em too now. Strong smells always did make her grumpier.

“ It takes so long to fully seep and cook this fish so I should just cook it now! ” Your aunt looked as if she was going to pop a blood vessel already.

“Mom. Now the whole house smells like fish. You could have made it tomorrow or even later today!” You just sighed as your aunt and grandma argued, you really didn’t want a headache so early in the morning…

Ripley was done eating her breakfast so it was time to go for some walkies. Maybe Ripley will make some friends in this neighborhood? You brought out some body spray for yourself to put on once you’re out of the house, your emergency inhaler, then finally you put the pit-bull on her leash. Hopefully a walk around will ease your headache a bit.

So far so good.

It was sunny and surprisingly nice out, your little pup was letting out some energy and you got some fresh air. You finally arrived at a small dog park, certainly not the park Clara told you about. That hideout is about 20 more minutes away from where you’re currently at.

You sat at one of the benches to give your feet some rest, your little pit-bull laid down next to you on the bench, her head on your lap and wanting you to pet her as you two relaxed. You smiled before slowly starting to go into a daze, your eyelids drooped a bit from the nice temperature and your little friend snored away on your lap before your mind finally started to dream away as you stared into space.

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Run.

You needed to run.

You have to get out of here.

Opaque silhouettes slithered after you, their limbs contorting as they ran on all fours, letting out whaling cries as if trying to coax you into stopping. Its grotesque body leaving mucus in its wake.

But it didn’t work.

It only made you run faster.

Faster and faster until--

You choked.

The air was knocked out of you as one of the silhouette’s slimy, long arms grabbed one of your legs causing you to fall forward. You tried to crawl away, your nails scratching the concrete below to no avail. You looked behind you to see the mass of disgusting limbs catching up to you, still holding onto your captive leg.

As you continue to try to get away from the creature, you see another silhouette step in front of you and kneel down, and outstretched as if saying “Here. Let me help you up”. This one was different from the ones trying to chase you, they weren’t contorted or slimy nor did they have any extra limbs on their body.

You were so close to reaching for that gentle hand when--

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“Excuse me?” You woke up from your daydream by that new voice trying to get your attention. Looking up, you see a man (probably just a couple years older than you) wearing dark lensed glasses and had a light moustache and a soul patch. You also noted the shirt he wore.

Dedsec.

You wanted to snort. The Chicago branch would instantly kick that person out for wearing something so blatant. They’d hate seeing their name with a face.

“Hey, uh, sorry for intruding, I just wanted to pet your dog. Don’t really see many Pitbulls in this neighborhood.” You raised an eyebrow, most people would be terrified of Ripley and cross the street from you two (Granted, she is a big dog with large scars and cropped ears, you can’t fully blame them for being intimidated.) But you gave the man a little nod, he seemed nice enough.

“Sure, she’d love the attention.” The man immediately went to work, giving Ripley little scratches behind her ears, cooing as she gave him some kisses.

“What’s her name?”

“Ripley.”

“As in Ellen Louise Ripley ?”

“Yep. They’re both super tough, so, I just named her accordingly.” You mumbled, god it’s been so long since you had social interaction with a new human. The man just chuckled.

“I can tell, she definitely looks like she been through some stuff.”

You let out a little hum, “She was rescued from one of those dog fighting rings.” He nodded.

“Poor girl. Looks like she’s in better hands now though.” You chuckled as you scratched behind Ripley’s cropped ears, your eyes wandered back to the man’s Dedsec shirt. Honestly you can’t tell if he’s just a big fan or actually part of the group.

“So. You a big fan of hackers?”

“I guess you can say that. You into what Dedsec has to say?” You may not be able to make a coherent string of codes but you know that vague code speak means: He’s in the group.

“They have some good points. Highlighting vulnerabilities and weaknesses in the CTOS systems, showcasing how Blume truly acts. It’s like embarrassing the prom king on stage, I’m all for that.” The man raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

“You seem to have your share of Dedsec knowledge.”

“I’m from Chicago, they’re a pretty big deal there too. Dunno about here.”

“That explains it. Heard they released some pretty big blackmail over there.” You gave the man a nonchalant hum. Dedsec’s blackmail, huh? Aiden did most of the work though…

“I heard that too.”

Checking the time it was already almost 12 pm, that fuckin online college got you on a damn leash. Plus, you were getting pretty hungry, you did skip out on breakfast in favor of feeding Ripley.

“Well, I need to be on my way now. Hope you have a nice day.”

“Oh, you too. I’m Marcus by the way. I have a feeling I might see you again.” Well that sounds only mildly ominous, but, certainly not the worst you’ve heard. The taller man reached out his hand for a handshake, to which you reluctantly shook and gave Marcus your name.

“It was nice meeting you, Marcus.”

You nudged Ripley a bit to let her know you two were heading home now only for her to whine a bit but obliging. Yeah, you don’t wanna smell like fish again but… You really needed to at least finish the week’s assignments. You gave Marcus a final goodbye wave as you walked home with your dog by your side.

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You flopped onto your bed in defeat.

Why the fuck did this online school have to give you so much work every week? Well, you managed to do a few weeks worth of work and should be free earlier for Dedsec work.

Speaking of, it’s almost time to meet your new “coworkers”. It's time to suit up.

Donning your binder, biker’s helmet and suit, you made sure to test out the helmet’s voice modulator and check for any kinks. Afterwards, it was time for some real clothes! The skin tight biker suit feels pretty breezy despite you not being actually naked. At least the binder makes you look like a super buff guy, not to mention the boots give you some extra height. You really need those 3 extra inches…

Let’s see…

Pastel week? Or maybe something vintage? Or perhaps some fall colors would be nice! Sweaters always feel nice. But, it has been a while since you’ve done a punk week…

Well! It’s been decided!

Finally, you were ready for work. Giving Ripley a final forehead kiss and head pat, you headed for your destination.

Weird that a notorious hacker group put one of their hideouts in a nerdy tabletop shop. Then again, it doesn’t raise a lot of suspicion on the outside. Looking around, you see a bunch of people rolling their 20 sided dice on the tables. You always did want to play Dungeons and Dragons, never had the time to read up on it though. You walked towards the back, ignoring any wandering eyes. But no one really spoke up against you being there, they looked too scared to even try if they actually wanted to.

Aha. There was the entrance. You pushed in the pass-code Clara gave you and viola! You’re in. You took in the appearance of the entrance down the hackerspace. The graffiti is quite a look. Most of the Dedsec graffiti back home were mostly on CTOS ads or other signposts, this is a stark contrast from those dark hacker rooms in Chicago. But, you certainly didn’t mind it. Actually heading into the space itself revealed it looked more like a hacker’s man cave or hangout spot than a big name hacker group meet up room. Dedsec’s name was graffitied around every inch of the room, the table in the middle was filled with snacks, beers, and some computer equipment, and there were some really old rage comics memes near the 3d printer area.

Looks like you’re the first person here though. You sat at the sofa area, crossing your legs. God, the spaces back home needs a sofa like this instead of those rackety pull out chairs. Just as you were getting used to the appearance of… Everything. The sound of the sliding door and footsteps catches your ears. Guess it was introduction time.

Turning around and facing the first person you got to the space first, you were greeted with a familiar face.

“You guys should have seen Mr. Weak Chin’s face in perso--” The man locked eyes with you as you gave him a little wave.

Marcus. Your instincts had always been pretty on point.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” His hand was hidden behind him, probably reaching for a weapon to prepare himself from any surprise attacks. You only raise your hands to tell him you don’t mean any harm. Just as you were going to let him know why you’re here, the rest of the crew came down. Marcus wasn’t the only familiar face around here.

Your hidden eyes gazed into familiar digital Xs.

[henbased]

Interview OC Meme!

tagged by @deathclaw-for-cutie​ , keep gettin tagged in these things and i NEVER DO THEM but my friends keep tagging me..... bless them.... so im DOING ONE finally art of The Boy done by the amazing @memaidraws​ and while im on that topic, @memailikesnukacola​ is tagged for this eventho shes already been idc @deathclaw-for-cutie​ too (do Sid)

1. What is your name?

Uh, Ruth. Hannigan.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

Um... apparently like, back in the old days, Pre-war but like, way before the bombs, there was a baseball player who was like, pretty famous. And my mom, my dad said she was really kind of into that whole, pre-war baseball stuff. And she liked him! And his name was Ruth and my dad’s a pushover. So.

3. Are you single or taken?

Relationships aren’t really my thing.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Butch claims I’ve got the thickest skull he’s ever encountered. Asked him if he meant that I was dumb, or can just take a blow to the head really well. He said yea. Dunno what the fuck that means.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

I’m gonna fuck your dad.

6. What’s your eye color?

Grey.

7. How about your hair color?

Red. S’pecifically Auburn? I don’t know the difference but it means a lot to CJ.

8. Have any family members?

Uh... none living.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Yea I got a mangy mutt crawling about. Nasty little fuckin’ thing. Her names Sid. D... don’t. Don’t tell Charon I said that.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

Sid.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

... um. I like baseball. You can’t really play out in the wasteland, but we make do. There’s a shitty field in Rivet City. It works well ‘nough, though we never got enough players, but that’s not a big deal I guess. Blows when James throws the fuckin’ ball over the side’a the ship, though. I think he does it on purpose when his team is losing. Little bastard. I, uh, heh, I’m okay at like, guitar. Found one not too long ago. Teaching Bryan how to play. He’s already better than me, can you believe? I dunno if I should be proud or pissed.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Sometimes I say things to Moira and she gets this look on her face and it’s not a great feeling. Guilt, I think it’s called? Not a fan.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

You kinda gotta out here.

14. What kind of animal are you?

Deathclaw! Just.. a really short one. [He laughs]

15. Name your worst habits?

Uh.. I can be a little rude, sometimes.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Flak ‘n Shrapnel seem to have it all figured out.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Uh... guys are pretty neat.

18. Do you go to school?

I did in the vault. Don’t ask about my grades.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

... once upon a time I think I did. I dunno. I never really thought about it. It was just kinda like, expected in the vault, y’know? Like, I knew one day I’d have to find a girl and get married and pop out a few kids. But everything’s different now. Wastelands not like the vault. I haven’t really thought about that much but... nah, I guess I don’t.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

With how much Three Dog talks about me I wouldn’t be surprised if I did.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Is it cliched to say that my biggest fear already came true? [He laughs] 

22. What do you usually wear?

I used to wear my vault suit a lot. It’s all I ever knew, y’know? But now I’ve been dressing more... leisurely, I guess. Nothing fucking fits, pants too long and shirts too tight, but it’s whatever. I stole this one sweater from Moriarty ages ago and the fat fuck must’ve stretched it out cuz it fits pretty good. Real comfy, too.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

A bowl of noodles with a raging hangover is God’s gift.

24. Am I annoying to you?

... now that you’ve brought it up, yeah.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Great.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

... I dunno. I mean, I’m not like, livin’ the high life like Tenpenny all cozy up in some lavish tower, but I’m not like, suffering, I guess. I’m doing okay, considering.

27. How many friends do you have?

Uh... [He scoffs] Amata was my best friend growing up. But now it’s Bryan. Love that kid.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Vera keeps trying to get me to try her’s buuut.... mutfruit is gross and nothing anyone can do can make it taste good.

29. Favorite drink?

Everything up here tastes like shit, so when you find an unopened bottle of purified water? It’s like mana from the God’s. 

30. What’s your favorite place?

.... Agatha’s House, I think. I like how it’s just tucked away from everything, y’know? Just her, her music, and the sky. It’s real peaceful.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

I mean, yeah, but. [He laughs] Nothing for like, long term, I guess?

32. That was a stupid question…

Yeah. It was.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

N-neither? I’m not really a, uh, big fan of swimming. Between the mirelurks, the radiation, and the drowning. Nah.

34. What’s your type?

I like ‘em scruffy and making bad decisions. [He laughs]

35. Any fetishes?

Uh. Uhhhh. [He’s turning red] I-I, um, I dunno.

36. Camping or outdoors?

As stupid as it is, ‘specially with the threat of being gutted ‘n all, I really like looking at the stars at night. Never gets old.

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Meeting Her Family

It’s Ymir’s birthday so here is a short little YumiHisu comfort drabble!

In which modern American Historia brings Ymir to meet her previously-estranged big sister for the first time! And Ymir proves what real love is.~ (tw: homophobia; family issues)

Enjoy if you can!<3

Historia pulled Ymir as close to her as possible. She couldn't contain her excitement, and Ymir cherished every second of it. Historia was so rarely thrilled in the past due to her obsession over being the perfect girl, that every time she was excited by something, Ymir felt like she was witness to a cosmic wonder.

"Ymir, this is going to be so great! Meeting my family for the first time, however small, is a sign of our future being sealed." she said with a shameless hubris in her soft pink sweater that topped her flowy pale pink, knee length skirt.

"My sentiments exactly, babe." the ravenette grinned in her lavender grey top over tight black pants, cocking her head to the side in that handsome way Historia adored.

Historia smiled back, but then suddenly grew quiet. "...Are you nervous?"

"What? Not in the slightest! Your sister loves you, right? Then she'll have to love me too cuz I love you. That's just how these things work, you know." Ymir explained with pride.

Historia smiled softly and let her head fall against her girlfriend's brawny shoulder. How could anything go wrong?

The girls finally arrived at the front door of Frieda Reiss, which put the dance back into Historia's step as she knocked furiously until it was answered, her big childish grin making Ymir's heart leap.

Finally, Frieda came and opened the door with a smile for her recently reunited baby sister.

Historia squealed, "Hiii, Friedaaa!!!" before flinging her arms around her for a hug, making Ymir smile and Frieda chuckle.

"Hi, sweetie! I'm so glad to see you again. And who is this... lovely person you wanted me to meet so badly." she asked, the joy in her voice ever so subtly trailing off at the end once her eyes met Ymir's.

Ymir pursed her lips, wondering if she should be offended by that change of tone.

"This is Ymir!" Historia explained as she hugged her lover's warm arm. "She's my girlfriend."

"'Sup." Ymir greeted, holding out her slender but virile hand to shake the pretty woman's.

Frieda almost seemed reluctant to shake it, but to her relief, the timer in the kitchen rang and she was able to change the subject. "Ah, that's my pork loin! Well, please come in and get comfortable, I hope you enjoy your stay!" the beautiful woman beamed, ushering the lovers inside, despite Ymir clearly still holding her hand out with a raised eyebrow, waiting for her to shake it.

The 3 sat at Frieda's humble kitchen table to chat intimately. Historia told her many stories about her adventures with Ymir and how proud she was to be with her. And most importantly, without a doubt, how much she loved her. Ymir maintained her lax, proud, and happy attitude, and by all accounts it was a really pleasant visit. Though Ymir couldn't help but notice the slight look of horror on the hostess' face during their conversations.

An hour or 2 later, Ymir finally excused herself. "Mind if I, uhhh?"

"Oh, ah right down the hall and to the right." Frieda told her with an awkward smile, and watched as the tall freckled girl disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her alone with her little sister.

"Isn't she great?" Historia grinned. But to her surprise, Frieda wasn't smiling anymore.

"Historia... Why are you with this girl?" she asked in a quiet gloomy tone.

Historia's countenance deflated at the sound of her question. "What do you mean?"

"...Well, I just- I wonder if this is really the best person for you. I mean, it's nice that she loves you so much, but... She's a trouble maker. She's selfish. She's mean. She's a little scary... And she's... Um..."

Historia frowned, sad to hear any sort of disapproval from the one figure from her stolen childhood who loved her. "She's what?..."

"...A girl?" Frieda finally told her, making Historia's heart ache. "You're a good girl, Historia. People love a good, nice girl like you. And I hate to think that you'd be throwing yourself away on this sinful sapphic experiment of yours."

Historia's eyebrows furrowed, but tears also pooled in her crystal blue eyes. Normally, she'd use all her strengths to punch anyone who said anything like that about Ymir. She wouldn't even wince about doing so if anybody else had said those awful things. She hadn't even cried for any reason since she'd become Ymir's girlfriend. But this was her sister... The one person in her awful family that she loved, the one person in her blood ties she felt she could depend on. Someone she believed would love her unconditionally and support her in her path to happiness no matter what. But she didn't. She disapproved of the woman who came into her life and saved it from certain doom at Historia's own hands. The woman who told her to be herself and live her life with pride no matter what was against her. Who told her it was good to value herself and take care of herself, because it was a sin to self destruct like she had been doing. The person who loved her so much that she was willing to put her own selfish principles on the line without question in order to protect her from harm. "How could you?..." Historia whispered.

"Hm?"

"How could you?!" she yelled softly. "That's the woman I love! This life I'm living with her is the prize I've won for conquering the battle against myself! The woman who saved me from hurtful ideas that /you/ put into my head! And you dare to say she isn't good enough for me? That she is bad for me? That it's a sin because I'm with a girl?! You're my sister. I expected better of you than this cruel betrayal..." Frieda seemed shocked to hear those things, her expression seemingly reading guilt and regret, but that was a conversation Historia would have to continue later, as she was far too upset to think. She whipped around and decided to leave.

Ymir came out of the bathroom sighing in relief after a good long piss, only to find her blonde sweetheart furiously stomping her way. "What's up with you, babe--"

"Come on, Ymir, let's go!" Historia growled, yanking Ymir by the hand and leading her out the door.

"Ah- Okay-- Thank you for dinner, Miss Reiss!" she called out, never forgetting how important it was to the both of them that this evening go well, but Historia pulled her out of the house so fast, she had no chance to hear a reply.

Historia grumbled to herself, muttering all the way down the sidewalk to Ymir's stolen, beat-up car, clutching her hand a little too tight.

Ymir wasn't exactly sure what was going on but opened the conversation to help her out of her contained rage. "Hey, uhh... You alright? Talk to me."

Historia didn't respond.

They finally arrived at Ymir's dented old Nissan, and Historia began furiously pulling at the door handle on the passenger's side waiting for it to open. Ymir frowned in concern and casually unlocked the driver's side to sit in her seat and reached over to unlock Historia's side. The fiery blonde's door finally opened and she flopped down into her seat, slamming it shut and crossing her arms.

Ymir looked at her with worry, having several guesses as to why she might be upset, and placed a loving hand on her girlfriend's little shoulder. "Hey... Tell me what's wrong."

Historia looked at her, into those beady loving eyes surrounded by stringy black bangs, and couldn't help the tears that squeezed their way out of her own. She wiped her eye and only replied quietly. "One guess..."

Ymir let a sigh breeze through her nose. "I'm sorry..." came her sullen reply.

"What?! Don't apologize for that, you should be angry! You should be defensive, you should yell and tell off anyone who does that to us, like you always do!" Historia yelled angrily. "You should--"

"Stop." Ymir told her softly. "That's your sister. Don't condemn her like that. She's the only family you have... I don't want you to throw her away. Whether she likes me or not, you should try to keep your relationship in good standing. Talk to her eventually when you've calmed down about this."

Historia swallowed the hot lump in her throat and frowned again. "Ymir... Why wouldn't she love you? You're so good for me, and I'm crazy about you! What if... she doesn't love me after all?"

Ymir quickly silenced her, and furiously explained "It does not mean that! It means she's naive like a lot of other normal people in this world. It means she doesn't know you so well yet. Any formerly estranged sister might run into that problem. It means you take the opportunity to teach her..."

Historia hugged herself and shut her eyes, pressing her cheek against the plush smelly fabric of the seat as she faced her girlfriend who was telling her all the things she didn't want to hear.

"Historia..." Ymir purred sympathetically as her hand caressed the pretty girl's warm exposed cheek. "...I know how it feels to truly have no one but yourself. And it sucks ass. No matter how strong we try to be about it, it sucks ass... But you have someone. Not a perfect someone, but a caring someone. Yes, if it were anybody else, I'd say fuck 'em and move on. But I want you to try and hold onto this opportunity. I refuse to be someone who takes that away from you."

Historia's hand slipped over Ymir's squeezing it tight. "Why can't she see this? Why can't she see this love we share that keeps me going?"

"Because she hasn't had a real chance yet. Give her time." Ymir said, her thumb gently brushing along the blonde's reddened cheek.

"...Okay." Historia finally whispered. "Okay. I will talk to her again later..."

"I'm glad to hear that." the butch girl smiled.

Historia finally sighed in relief and relaxed again, sniffling only a little as she sat up in her seat, buckling her seatbelt. "Can we go do something fun tonight?"

"Sure, babe." Ymir simpered, starting the old engine and turning on Historia's favorite pop-rock station to sing along to some fun power ballads with her.

Historia couldn't help smiling again before long. Between belting out angry pop songs with big grins and pranking the town with the love of her life, it was hard not to be happy again. Ymir really did make her so happy. It didn't matter who approved and who didn't. And the deep tongue kisses she gave her in the moonlight as they water-ballooned Jean's car in the late hours of the night confirmed that fact with utmost certainty.

[angryhausfrau-writes]

You Can’t Cross the Same River Twice - Chapter 6

Hawkeye and Trapper fall into a household routine over the next few weeks, based around their respective work schedules. They figure out things like which nights they each cook dinner, when to go grocery shopping, when Trapper goes to the gym - usually while Hawkeye sleeps the sleep of the blameless - and all the other little domestic tasks that come with sharing a home. Because for all that the Swamp was an absolute pit, now that they have a home - a real one - they want it to be well, homey.

They even make time for dates. Sometimes going out to the bar they'd gone to Hawkeye's first night in Boston where they can dance together somewhere other than their own living room. Sometimes they go out to the neighborhood bar to dance and flirt with women - the girls lovely and fun and sweet - and a necessary cover for two bachelors living together. And it's almost like foreplay. Attraction stretching and spooling out between them as they dance on opposite sides of the room, heated glances exchanged over their partners' heads. And when they come together at the end of the night, it's all the sweeter for having to wait for it.

Frankly, their sex life has been pretty fantastic all around. Ever since that first night they'd fucked - the night Hawkeye had taken a desperate, begging Trapper apart and then been taken in turn - it was like a dam had burst. Like Trapper realized he could have this - have Hawkeye - whenever he wanted. And he'd wanted a lot. Which was good because so had Hawkeye. So they've moved back into the sexual relationship they'd had in Korea - fun and hot and ravenous. But something is different. There's an added element of stability. Or a removal of the stress and the fear and the unfun kind of desperation. They have the time to just kiss and hold one another. The time to bring the intimacy and love of their friendship into the sack. And it turns out that's a really nice combination.

Hawkeye's life is domestic in a way he never thought he'd have, didn't know he'd wanted after Carlye walked out. But now that he's had a taste of it, he can't imagine going without. And he and Trapper haven't explicitly said what this is - maybe there isn't a word for it - but they've each made it clear that they're in this for the long haul.

--

The only thing that breaks their newly established routine is Trapper's daughters coming over for the weekend. Trapper only gets to see them once a month due to his weekend-heavy ER schedule. Hawkeye figures he ought to gracefully bow out so Trapper can have as much time with them as possible. Plus, he's still not one hundred percent comfortable around small children, despite having made progress in interacting with them as patients.

So that Saturday morning, Hawkeye moves enough of his stuff into the guestroom to make it look like he normally sleeps there. And it will feel strange to sleep alone - something he hasn't really done since before Korea, not if he's counting having tent mates - but it's only for the one night anyway. And he's finally gotten his luggage back from the army so he can keep some of the less viscerally sickening items - he hadn't even been able to look at the olive drab fatigues, just told Trapper to toss them before he tossed his cookies - in the guestroom permanently. Less work for future visits.

And Hawkeye pulls an extra Saturday shift at the clinic. It keeps him out from underfoot and they can always use the extra hands. He gets to take the cast off a very exuberant seven year old boy's arm - and learns all about his little league team and the home-stealing slide that caused it - for his troubles. And then it's dinner time and he heads home. Trapper had practically demanded his presence at the meal - and besides, he made a chocolate cake for the occasion and Hawkeye's not missing out on that.

Dinner is fine. Even fun. The girls are happy to talk about anything and everything under the sun. Trapper's conversational efforts amount to reminding the girls to eat their veggies. And Hawkeye just listens. Lets the chatter wash over him. It's almost soothing. The biggest problems these girls have are homework and schoolyard squabbles. Of course, these problems seem like direst threats - and Trapper treats them with all the seriousness of an unexploded hand grenade. But to Hawkeye, they're a reminder that there's still innocence in the world. And that's a balm to his very soul.

After dinner is when things get tricky. Hawkeye's knitting in the living room, his usual after dinner ritual, and Cathy is watching him with the same degree of focus as he'd watch the demonstration of a new surgical technique. She's sitting cross legged on the living room floor next to her abandoned book, looking up at him, eyes following the knitting needles like a tennis match.

"What are you doing?" her little voice pipes up.

Hawkeye leans in to mock whisper, "Knitting a sweater for your dad. Shhh! It's a surprise."

Trapper's at the dining room table, listening to Becky regale him with the story of the very gross but very neat frog dissection she got to watch in science class. And he's paying very close attention to her - even drawing out little diagrams to help Becky show off her new knowledge of amphibious internal organs - so Hawkeye knows he won't overhear. But it's still fun to see Cathy's face split into a wide, conspiratorial grin.

"A secret!"

He nods seriously.

"But why are you knitting? That's for old ladies." Her expression is derisive.

"Well, when I was in Korea, it got sooo cold that even the animals put on parkas." Cathy giggles. "Wool clothing was worth its weight in gold. So I learned how to make socks and scarves and hats just to keep myself warm. And the first things I made were pretty bad. The socks were just lumpy wool bags - even the snakes wouldn't wear them! But I got better and started giving them away as gifts."

Cathy still looks skeptical. "But you're not in Korea anymore."

If only he were so certain of that all the time.

"That's true. But I still like to make presents for my friends. And I think it's fun."

She's still looking at him intently.

"Do you want to learn?"

She considers the question and then nods with all the gravitas of a judge in court. So Hawkeye digs out his old needles from Korea and some fluffy pink yarn that he'd originally bought with Margaret in mind that ought to be easier for her to work with. And the needles are awkward in her small hands but he gets her started on a scarf - the easiest project, just rows of stitches back and forth. And Cathy seems to enjoy it, tongue sticking out in concentration as she counts stitches. She finishes a handful of rows before Trapper deems it bedtime and Hawkeye gives her a congratulatory handshake, acting as if she'd won some prestigious award. She's tickled pink by the game and Hawkeye thinks maybe this kid thing isn't so hard. He hadn't once seen her as anyone other than Cathy.

"Thanks for teaching Cathy how to knit," Trapper says after tucking the girls into bed. "She can be kinda difficult to keep interested in stuff that don't involve running around outside."

"No problem, I'm always glad to convert outsiders to the gory of homemade woolens! Besides, I had fun. She's a funny kid."

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time cuz your presence has been requested at the zoo tomorrow. If you think you're up to it."

"Yeah, I think I am. As long as I'm not intruding on your family time. You get little enough of that as it is."

"You are family, Hawkeye." Trapper's expression turns serious. "I know we ain't exactly talked about it, but I figure we'll be in each other's lives for a while and I don't wanna hide one part of my family from the other. Not more than I have to."

Hawkeye gets a little misty eyed, he's not ashamed to admit. "I'd love to go to the zoo with you tomorrow." He gives Trapper a hug. Because if he gave him anything else, he'd never stop giving. "Goodnight, Trap."

Trapper holds him back just as tightly. "Goodnight, Hawk."

And then they go sleep in separate bedrooms.

--

Trapper comes home from the gym to find Hawkeye awake and making the famous Pierce family French toast. It fills Trapper with an unspeakable joy that Hawkeye is willing to bring Trapper's family into his own like that. That Hawkeye feels the same way about being family as he does. And Trapper knows he's gotta go take a shower and get the girls up and ready for the day, but he can't wait for tonight when they can be together again and he can show Hawkeye just how much he appreciates it.

Half an hour later, syrup sticky and bouncing off the walls with a combination of sugar and excitement, Cathy and Becky practically drag him and Hawkeye out the door. And the zoo's crowded but a lot of fun. He's dragged along by Cathy who's pointing out the animals she likes the best - usually the biggest and bloodthirstiest but she's also taken a shine to the lizards in the reptile house. Meanwhile, Becky tells a very patient Hawkeye all about the animals at the zoo, reading from the signs and information cards at each enclosure. And Hawkeye tells her about Radar's collection of animals - started after Trapper left, so he enjoys hearing about it too - and the various surgeries and medical procedures he's done on them - in child appropriate terms, thank God. This prompts a whole new series of questions from Becky and Cathy about the inner workings of animals that Hawkeye seems to enjoy answering. Including things about rabbit ovaries that Trapper doesn't envy Louise having to field follow ups about.

And then it's time to go home so that Louise can come pick up the kids.

--

"You mean I can keep them?" Cathy looks up at Hawkeye, overjoyed.

"Sure, sweetheart. After the army lost all my luggage, I went out and bought all new stuff. Those knitting needles are extras. Besides, you still have your scarf on them."

She hugs him, tight enough to push all the air out of his lungs.

"Thanks, Uncle Hawkeye!"

And that. That gets him.

And so does Becky's "Bye, Uncle Hawkeye!" delivered almost carelessly as she runs out the door.

Like it's natural. Like he's family.

--

Hawkeye seems to be thinking about something pretty big, judging by how tense he's getting. They're lying in bed together after a vigorous and enjoyable reunion - one that had involved Hawkeye clutching desperately at the sheets as he gasped Trapper's name - but it appears that the afterglow is fading. And as good as the sex had been, Trapper doesn't figure it warrented this level of contemplation.

So after what he considers a reasonable interval, where Hawkeye just gets tenser and tenser, Trapper asks, "Something on your mind, Hawk?"

"Just thinking about family."

A pause.

"I still haven't seen my dad. It's been over a month and all I've done is send a few letters. Like he's a friend across the country instead of my own father, only two hours away."

A longer pause.

"I guess I'm feeling guilty because I've met your family now and I still haven't been up to see mine. But I don't know if I'm ready yet."

Trapper thinks about that a minute. "Well, I think you've done a bunch of stuff since getting back that you didn't feel ready for. And that's turned out ok."

Hawkeye laughs. "True, I've only had the one mental crisis. And I'm probably making this out to be a bigger deal than it is. He's my dad. He loves me no matter what."

Trapper figures Hawkeye's luckier than he knows if that's the case.

"I'll go up to see him next weekend. And if it's too much, I can come right back home the same day."

With that decided, Hawkeye snuggles further into Trapper. Mind quiet enough for him to sleep.

[pieroscit]

Essentially Black Rock Shooter OCs: Part 2

I was talking to Ripmin the other day and he mentioned that his character has arms that turn into shields and I remembered that I have a character that has essentially shields for arms, but since she comes in a trio, I again am posting 2 pieces of art!

These characters are essentially Black Rock Shooter OCs, but for those of you that don't know about that show [good show, nice watch], basically there's our world and then a parallel world that is a barren wasteland and basically occupies people who are the simplest embodiment of who you are, of who every individual is. And the only time they really do anything is affected by your emotions and interactions in the real world. You are friends with someone, your, essentially, alter egos are allies. You're not talking to someone or your brooding about someone or having a fight with them, they're gonna try and murder that person in alter-ego world. So yea.

I've made a bunch of these over the years, so you can see my very first iteration of "me" here: www.deviantart.com/pzab7022/ar… Shield is my latest/most recent emotionless alter ego. She the one after all my edginess. She has long hair like I like and I used to wear. She wearing a collared shirt because that is essentially what I am attached to and if I could wear them forever I would. I have a necklace with Mary on it that I always, always have on and even though I'm not really into being Catholic right now for reasons, it's still important, so she has a symbol for that. It's actually a big honking metal necklace too, you just can't see it cuz the chain is under her collar. She's got a sweater dress with layers because I really like sweaters and I really like poofy layered short dresses. She has long sweater sleeves because I like how warm they are and somehow sweaters make me feel like I can hide in their warmth and away from the world. Hence why they are also the shields. The shields shield her/me from the harshness of the world. I tend to go more on the defense than offense and I would rather get a good hit in and run back 6 feet so I don't get hit. Hit and evade, kind of like Muhammad Ali apparently did. The rings on her sweater are rings I wear on my fingers that are super important to me. Left ring is an amber ring [im polish, amber is important to us culturally and export wise] my dad got me, bottom right is my 18th birthday ring because 18 is important to my family and polish culture. and top right is my grandma's ring that she got from Russia that was hella expensive back in the day. She has heels because heels make me feel dainty and influence by my dancing career. They're shield looking shoes because the arms can't protect everything. Color scheme is mostly pink and purple because purple is my favorite color. The flowers in her hair are just pretty, but I also love the aesthetic of flowers, and innocence. Blindfold, smile and blushed cheeks are references to innocence and trying to pretend the world is different than it really is. That has so many connotations I am not getting into it. Simpinc is a play on simple. You can see the shitty drawing I managed to fit in next to the redesign. She was my second attempt at one of these. I was getting into Disgaea so it was more of a demon vibe and when I redesigned her I went for it, plus a chinese/those charm stuff. Asiany if I'll be racist. An amount of the characters in Black Rock had machine/ unnatural arms so I tried and I kept it in the redisgn. Mostly reds with the purplish hair. The hair is hair that I have, but not purple. She's got a sweater cuz sweaters are great and instead of a giant zipper, I did one of those wooden charms that says 'wish' because I am always wishing, whether towards a better future or a just a better day or maybe that the bus comes on time. Frilly skirt cuz yes. And now I am remembering being inspired by that street fighter girl, the chinese one that does the kicks, so Simpinc had white tights and small silk flats with bells on them. I was going for that lady's vibe. She also then became more of a fast kicker lady and uses the machine arm as a defense or blocker. I'm very good at kicking things. very good. The scars just look cool. haha. yea. So she's more emotionless than Shield, who smiles, and kicks super well and super fast. Her legs are her arms. Hope you enjoyed reading about them! June 10, 2019

[exofluffstuff]

U know imma just ask all of them, cuz honestly I feel extra af and I'm super hyper rn! U probs don't care but oh well 🤷‍♀️

Nah..I do care about my followers..especially people like you!💕 so this is going to be long af! So be prepared, you asked for it😂💕..Btw since I’ve already answered some..I am not going to include them here..Okay let’s start!:

1.Who was the last person you held hands with? ~Does my father count?...

2. Are you outgoing or shy? ~Shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? ~ My best friends..I miss them so much

4. Are you easy to get along with? ~Yes…but you have to approach to me first, though.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? ~Um..I have never been drunk! But I think I would like my father to take care of me.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? ~People who have their mind set, who see a future in them, people who is not depending on others…basically in terms of friendship someone like me? 

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? ~Like in a romantic one?…NO! right now is not on my options. I first want to study and become myself a professional and then date but I sometimes wonder…who the heck would want to date me?. 

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?~ A friend who is crushing on me and me trying to tell him in other words that I don’t like him but still want to be friends. 

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? (ANSWERED)10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?  ~With my cousin (guy)11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? ~ It said “At what time and which movie are we going to see?” 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? ~ ‘A’ from GOT7, ‘Not Today’ BTS, ‘Hold me tight’ BTS, ‘As if it’s your last’ Blackpink and ‘Sometines’ Ariana Grande.13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? ~No! in fact, I don’t like people touching me..unless I known you for a while. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? ~ I believe in miracles more than luck.15. What good thing happened this summer? ~Vacation!, that I could watch TV until I fall asleep16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? ~Um…I have never kissed someone before. 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? ~YES!18. Do you still talk to your first crush? ~NO! I never got the chance to actually talk to him.19. Do you like bubble baths? ~YES!20. Do you like your neighbors? ~ Right now…no because they are kind of noisy and I can hear the granddaughter scream from my room and they are my back neighbors.21. What are you bad habits? ~YES! Sometimes, I overthink and judge to fast.22. Where would you like to travel? ~Of course!, I would like to go to South Korea, duh!23. Do you have trust issues? ~yes24. Favorite part of your daily routine? ~Waking up to a cup of coffee25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? ~My teeth, they are crocked.26. What do you do when you wake up? ~ Watch my face and teeth.27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? ~ I have fair skin but I wish to be a bit lighter. 28. Who are you most comfortable around? ~My mom29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? ~ Never had a bf so..I can’t answer this30. Do you ever want to get married? ~Maybe but I don’t picture myself like that until at least 15 years31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? (ANSWERED)32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? ~  Rap Monster, V and Baek.33. Spell your name with your chin. ~ tgggkizxdc (at least I tried but I am nowhere near my real name) 34. Do you play sports? What sports? ~ I used to do taekwondo.35. Would you rather live without TV or music? ~Music a 100%

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? ~ Like all of the time37. What do you say during awkward silences? ~ “Um…so.. what happened today anything new?” 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? ~ I want a guy who is taller than me, smart, loyal, would treat me like a princess, respect me, have fair skin, be kind of fit, don’t care about hair color, don’t care about eye color, don’t care about nationality, be a sweetheart, would make me laugh, be a gentle men, be kind of jealous of me but not to the point of exhausting. 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? ~Starbucks, Marshall's and TJ MAX40. What do you want to do after high school? ~Enjoy my summer.41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? ~It all depends on how bad was the situation!42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? ~That I am either overthinking, figuring things out or secretly judging. 43. Do you smile at strangers? ~If they smile at me…yes!44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ~Bottom of the ocean45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? ~Right now College46. What are you paranoid about? ~ Not achieving my goals.47. Have you ever been high? ~NO48. Have you ever been drunk? ~NO49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? ~NO50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? (ANSWERED)51. Ever wished you were someone else? ~Sometimes, I wish I have a bit more space to breath but I am completely fine with who I am.52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? ~My smile and be a little bit more open than reserved and shy.53. Favourite makeup brand? ~Etude House54. Favourite store? ~Starbucks55. Favourite blog? ~ @bangtanreacts56. Favourite colour? ~Black and red57. Favourite food?  ~Fetuccini Alfredo with Shrimp58. Last thing you ate? ~Lasagna59. First thing you ate this morning? (ANSWERED)60. Ever won a competition? For what? ~Yes, from English poster competition in which the teacher gave you an expression and you had to transform that into art.61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? ~No62. Been arrested? For what? ~NO63. Ever been in love? ~No…I had crushes but not a love, love thing.64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? ~ I haven’t kissed anyone yet65. Are you hungry right now? ~No66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? ~Yes..I think friends over here they don’t judge on what you or like to do..so yes!67. Facebook or Twitter? ~Facebook68. Twitter or Tumblr? ~Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now? ~YES! 70. Names of your bestfriends? ~Nahir, Yadi and Mary71. Craving something? What? ~Yes Chocolate and cold stones ‘Cheesecake fantasy’ ice cream. 

72. What colour are your towels?

~Baby yellow

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

~A large pillow

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

~No because I have none

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

~Zero

75. Favourite animal?

~Dogs

76. What colour is your underwear?

~Turquoise

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

~Chocolate 100% of the time!

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? ~Chocolate, Cold Stones Cheesecake Fantasy, Cookies and Cream, Rocky Road and Reese's Ice Cream.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

~Rose red

80. What colour pants?

~Black

81. Favourite tv show?

~ Shadow-hunters and Stichers

82. Favourite movie? Divergent and The Hunger Games

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

~Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

~Again, Mean Girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

~Cady

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

~Dori

87. First person you talked to today?

~Mom

88. Last person you talked to today?

~Also, Mom

89. Name a person you hate?

~ I don’t hate anyone but I don’t like too much people who think that they are better than you..I just can’t deal with that.

90. Name a person you love?

~Mom, little brother and Dad

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

~No

92. In a fight with someone?

~No…well I don’t think so…

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

~One and is for PJ’s

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

~Two

95. Last movie you watched?

~The Haunted Mansion

96. Favourite actress?

~ I don’t have preference, I just focus on the movie

97. Favourite actor?

^ same

98. Do you tan a lot?

^ Nope, I don’t actually like it because I burn like a crab

99. Have any pets?

~Yes, a dog named Lady

100. How are you feeling?

~Good because I finished the college obligated class today

101. Do you type fast?

~I think so

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

~No

103. Can you spell well?

~Depends on the words

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

~Yes my grandma

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

~No, where I live we don’t do those kind of stuff

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

~Yes…multiple times

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

~Yes and I didn’t liked it

108. What should you be doing?

~Nothing..relaxing I guess

109. Is something irritating you right now?

~No

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

~Yes..and he is still in my heart.

111. Do you have trust issues?

~Yes…

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? ~Mom

113. What was your childhood nickname?

~Tia or Dora (because when I was small I used to be really tan and my hair was short and black like Dora’s)

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

~ Yes

115. Do you play the Wii?

~Yes..I still do

116. Are you listening to music right now?

~No..but I wish

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

(ANSWERED)

118. Do you like Chinese food?

~Like Americanized? Yes..it is good but authentic one, I have never tried it.

119. Favourite book?

~Hush Hush by Beca Fitzpatrick 

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

~Sometimes

121. Are you mean?

~Sometimes…It all depends on the mood I am and if I like you or not…but most of the time I am nice.

122. Is cheating ever okay?

~For me it is not..because I believe that the person who studied had a hard time learning everything, while the person cheating was probably doing nothing and benefiting from that person.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

~Yes…I always try

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

~Maybe but  I believe look are not always everything

125. Do you believe in true love?

~Absolutely.

126. Are you currently bored? ~No

127. What makes you happy? ~Listening to music

128. Would you change your name? ~No

129. What your zodiac sign? (ANSWERED)

130. Do you like subway? ~Kind of

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? ~Make things clear, unless if I like him too.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? ~ Cousin

133. Favourite lyrics right now? ~This is hard but I’ll choose… “Butterfly” BTS

134. Can you count to one million? ~NOPE

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? ~That I didn’t do it when I had the evidence on my hands

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? ~CLOSED

137. How tall are you? ~5′6

138. Curly or Straight hair? ~Straight Hair

139. Brunette or Blonde? ~Brunette

140. Summer or Winter? ~Winter

141. Night or Day? ~Day

142. Favourite month? ~January plus is my B-day Month

143. Are you a vegetarian? ~No

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? (ANSWERED)

145. Tea or Coffee? ~ 100% Coffee

146. Was today a good day? ~Yes

147. Mars or Snickers? ~Mars

148. What’s your favourite quote? “Just because my path is different doesn’t mean I am lost” ~Anonymous.

149. Do you believe in ghosts? ~I don’t know

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line ~”My face breaks into a huge smile and I start walking in Peeta’s Direction.” I guess you guys know which book it is.

Well I am done with this challenge. Original post (X) credit to her for these questions.

[evansrogerskitten]

My Seacon 2017

Thought I'd summarize my experience at Seacon this last weekend. Mostly for me cuz I'm in serious con withdrawals. I'm SO SAD it's over. 😂 con depression is a real thing! I hate having to go back to normal life as if this weekend didn't change me. I'm not sharing my photo opp pics here on Tumblr. I love my anonymity here. I'm gonna share the details anyways. Saturday! Mark P. is fab. Says we're gonna hate Luci so much! Matt photo opp was great, he fixed my hair that was in my face, it was so cute. Split a R2M group photo with my friend- again more Matt hugs. Rob is precious! My meet and greet with R2M was totally worth it. I felt very comfortable with them. In person Matt is the exact same, Rob is more subdued, and Rich is a little more standoffish. All three made good eye contact though, answered our questions sincerely. So funny. Good people. Matt is very affectionate. After the meet and greet I sat next to him for the group photos so he put his arm around me, and then he and Rob hugged all of us as we left. The m&g is totally worth the price. Rob and Rich are hilarious on stage. I enjoyed them the most. Besides J2 of course. Now I am not a Cas or Misha girl but after seeing him irl- on stage and in the hallway randomly going somewhere, I must say he is so hot! Just acknowledging him, I busy enough with Winchesters 😉 But I have a new Misha appreciation. And oh Misha, please corral your children. I don't like kids, so maybe it's just me. But it was cute the first time. The other 5 times they galloped up and down the aisles and interrupted the panel was annoying. And for Chuck's sake- if you are able to go to a con, and lucky to ask a question- over so many others who'd sell their soul to do so- STOP asking the cast about fanfiction! They don't ship anything cuz they don't read fanfiction. They've said it multiple times. Stop asking about it. You do you, ship whoever the fuck you want. But it's been asked and answered. Ask a legit good question where we learn something about the show, not your need to giggle about if they ship Wincest. Fanfic is for us. Not them. Stop it. The evening was great- SNS Concert amazing. Rob Benedict is a rock god. He was truly moved by the tribute of the little lights. I cried. Listened/danced from the standing area by the stage, way better than the seats. Wished they'd covered Carry On. But it's ok, another time. Sunday. I have a lot to say. Jensen. There is no word that we can use in fanfic that could describe the presence that is Jensen. He's intense and intimidating and so beautiful. I was nervous about my photo opp for months. Then it was finally here and I thought I was just gonna fall over or run away. As I was going through the line I could progressively see him and it really didn't help cuz...he's Jensen. As I stepped up to the line and said hi, I was shaking from the adrenaline. He smiled and said Hi-yes just in that charming, matter of fact, Jensen way-and I just went into his open arms and I was shakingghhh. I actually almost fucking swooned! So he tightened his arms around me even tighter to comfort me. And as soon as he did that I realized it was ok. Then it was over and HE LOOKS STRAIGHT AT ME, his hand on my back and he's smiling and I say I love you and he says thank you so genuine and kind. Side note: When Jensen looks in your eyes, he LOOKS in your eyes. And the green wasn't what I expected. Maybe it was the oatmeal color of that extremely soft Professor sweater he was wearing/torturing me with, or when we see his eyes on TV or in pictures the color is adjusted. It's not the kelly green I expected, but more olive. Still the most beautiful eyes I've ever looked into. Still took my breath away. Anyways then I see Clif standing close by, so like a creeper I touched his arm and said Hi Clif, you're awesome. And he says Thanks and then I go out in the hallway and cry for 10 minutes. So overwhelmed but also fuck yes, I did it. THEN J2. I wasn't as nervous. Whether it was the nerves were gone after Jensen earlier or it was the giant adorable puppy that was goofing off as I was in line. Jared is awesome! He was happy and cool with everyone. They were more approachable, I think Jared's lightheartedness balances Jensen's intensity. Anyways I kinda skipped/danced over to them like a happy go lucky fool, Said Hi guys! All excited. And they both said Hi! Jensen opened his arms and again I just went to him and hugged him so tight. Jared wrapped his long arms across us and rested his head against mine (holy shit, my new fanfic line.) and then they just let me go when it was done. And me, like a crazy person, looks at Jensen again and I say I love you. This time the response was more robotic. He must hear it all the time. (In my defense I meant to say it to them both but I couldn't look away from him. Cuz Jensen. I also wanted to say I love your wives and congrats on the babies but didn't.) I've had a few people ask me how they smell- ummm, like Heaven? 😉 it's so difficult to describe. Jared was kinda fresh like some kind of delicious shampoo or soap (conditioner from the hotel?) 😉. Jensen...he's can't be described. It's like spring without flowers but with a delicious musk. So good. Side note: I don't know what cologne Matt wears, but he smelled so amazing. But I was spoiled and hugged him three times. Anyways, go out, find friends, day is great from there. Enjoyed their panel, so happy I have now seen Jensen sing and dance irl! Both Marks and Jared to alluded to how big the end of the season is. We're gonna hate Luci and Jared was surprised by the script. You can see the panels online, no need to summarize. So there you go- Successful con! I hugged all 3 Winchester men 😉 Plus Chuck and Gabriel. Not bad for my first SPN con. Yes Creation is very expensive but it's also very organized, the workers were all so nice and besides a few annoying audience people yelling out shit, it was the best con I've ever been to. Thrilled to meet @saxxxology @quiddy-writes and my FB group friends and some new people. You know it's a Supernatural con when you leave with more friends than you had when you got there. ❤️ So...considering it's me and I just met J2...Anyone interested in a very smutty Sam and Dean sandwich fanfic? 🔥 Cuz I gotta channel this somewhere LOL See you at Vegascon!