#DON’T SET HER FREEEEEEE

[coconut530]

STOP THE TECH CULT 💛⁉️😡🗣️🖤

[alluralater]

yvonne strahovski just doesn’t age man wtf. this woman has had her hand around my throat since 2007. please PLEASE just set me freeeeeee. this childhood yearning just stays the saaaaame!!! fun fact: the set of throwing knives strapped to her ankle in the first episode of Chuck is one of the same sets i also owned when i was 12. i just love her and her deliciously amazing range in cinema/television. and her accent?? don’t even get me started i’ll scream

[tales-from-kirkland]

M: AHAHA. I GOT IT OFF!! I’M FREEEEEEE The Scragoo does a little dance in a circle in triumph, holding the now broken metal collar in the air. Annalise sets the drawing back on the table at M’s outburst of victory, turning back towards her. Annalise: Hm. I wasn’t aware pirates were into art. M stops dancing and turns towards the braixen, noticing where she was standing. M: Oh uh.. yeah. I wouldn’t call that art more like uhhhHhHHH M does several various hand motions that don’t quite make sense to anyone but herself, ending up in a weird stance gesturing towards the paper M: FEELINGS...  Annalise:...... I... see... M: Well anyways. Now that I’m all dechained. Let’s go to that spa area! I smell like a rotting fish! See? The Scragoo instantly puts her armpit up to Annalise’s face, causing the braixen to wretch and lean away Annalise: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHO DOES THAT M: I told you I smelled! [ M and Annalise are now heading back into town ]

[higheverweave]

Yall think they are gonna make MC leave the magic world?

More do you think there’s gonna just ascend to planes walkers status because it would be cool as hell if

Mc could show thier LI the hellhole that is earth and just go between dimensions

Felix

Felix is forced to watch Burton,Adams family and Del toro also probably Saw....

Also have him play the first game to get dirt on his Dad to blackmail him later just saying

(honestly Mc should use the fandom wiki for Escell and just wreck that man’s whole career. If there phone still has battery.)

Probably also likes RPGs but slays at cod zombies which isn’t expected....

Also is disturbingly good at clue you’ve had to stop playing he wins everytime....

Likes Demonic Furbys only the abomination furbys has a collection

Also enjoys the Weird side of YouTube (The Globgolobgolab.)

LOVES BONEHILDA FROM THE SIMS

Anisa

probably gets taught about Larping and fencing also she would kill at Cod/ World of Warcraft etc.

Infinity Sword Slayer!!!

For the love of god show her the good Disney princesses it will consume her. (Merida is her favorite watch.) lol

Let her do a sword themed YouTube please

Collects teacups both here and in magic world.

Makes you take her to Disney at least once.

You are broke now too many gifts for sweet girl

Keeps trying to go to Dylan’s candy Pat just to get a big ass lollipop and pretend it’s a sword.

Likes to pretend French bread is a sword pencils are also swords ... everything that can be a sword is a sword

LOVES LIGHtSABERS ANd JEDI FOR THIS REAsOn and ITS BLUe LIkE Her Asthetic

Sage

He is banned from your internet

Your computer has so many viruses you had to get him a diffrent computer you made sure it’s set to incognito mode default because honestly you don’t need to know.

He watches cartoons unapologetically he has seen treasure planet too many times ,he likes Deadpool, a bit too into assassins creed for anyone’s comfort...

You have made him watch the cgi movie cats as a punishment and said it u

He hasn’t talked to you for 3 days

Zootopia is now off the table....

Speaking of which he’s banned from the aux

His playlist was as follows

Hips don’t lie - shakira

Permiscuious -Nelly Furtado

Hot in here -Nelly

He’s 210% banned as this playlist continues this way.

Rime

Cries durring Bambi (I said what I said.)

Has discovered ice cream.... has more than just two flavors help us

Is afraid of camo clothing ...

He is banned from watching duck dynasty

Likes the adventure zone can’t blame him

Who gave him a Tik Tok?

Ghosts on other peoples Netflix/ Amazon Prime/ Hulu/ Disney+/ etc

Spent all his money at Lush....

Absolutely would take advantage of you being a barrista.

Freeeeeee drinks for him...

(Can caffeine kill deer should he be drinking this?)

Scylla

Greek Myth nerd like starts learning the mythology doesn’t stop.

Her Batwoman cosplay is Murder (is she Ruby Rose or is Ruby Rose her?.)

Who told her about smoke machines

She needs to stop using them this is the third time this week for the fire trucks!

Keeps trying to go to Tuscany

Keeps trying to make craft liquor ....

She doesn’t get why it’s called craft liquor what is the difference between this and regular liquor

What is “artisan.”

Also is trash for M.O.M.A art museum type stuff

Is the type who would have a big white too many window window mansion with all the metal decorations and a pool that’s way to big....

Where did she get the money?

Why does she have a sports car....

Oh no you let her watch Oceans 11 ands she’s gonna and robbed a bank.

Oops

[hsingasong]

Ready, Set, Type! Practice Typing Korean with Games

So you know how to type in Korean. Now what? How do you get good at it? 

One of my students in my Beginner Korean class just picked up some stickers for her keyboard to practice typing Korean on her computer, and asked me how do you get used to the placement of all the 한글 characters? They seem to be in places that make no sense.

The answer is: Practice, PRACTICE, PRACTICE!

Well, just like when we all learned to type our native languages, it just takes familiarity and practice of making your fingers learn where the characters are, but that can be really difficult when we don’t use a second language very often.

So here’s some FREE tools and websites that can help you practice touch typing and memorizing the Korean keyboard layout.

Here are some tools to help you with that:

TaDak TaDak

A Korean website to help kids practice typing, TaDak TaDak is an onomatopoeia for the sound keys make when you type (타닥타닥). This site rocks! It has so many different exercises for practicing typing Korean and it’s freeeeeee.

Individual 한글 Placement - Helps you to memorize the layout of the keyboard

Word Practice - like flashcards! You see a picture and the matching word in Korean and type it. 

Under 낱말연습 tab, you can practice with 우리낱말 for user-submitted flashcards. Accuracy not ensured though because a lot of these are submitted by kids lol

Sentence Practice - You can practice your 띄어쓰기 here and get a feedback on your typing speed (타자속도) and accuracy (정확도)

Hard Mode TaDak Games

If you want to really suffer or you’re an advanced learned, try these TaDak games on for size.

Dictation: You listen to the recording, type what the speaker says and get scored on your results. I have never gotten 100% ㅠㅠ

Puzzle: Guess the 2-3 character words from the 한글 provided. You’ll get a lot of practice furiously typing and wracking your brain for vocabulary that fit the possible combinations.

I’m sure we all felt like (or still feel like, in my case) children when it comes to learning Korean; my advice is to just lean into it. Don’t be taken aback by using tools for kids.

Yes, I am a child. Please teach me and don’t be mad at me because I don’t know anything and I’m trying my best.

Hangul Attack

GO! Billy Korean provides amazing resources for Korean learning, and one of those is Hangul Attack, a completely free game to practice Korean typing.

You type the 한글 as they fall from the sky; if you make a mistake, a meteor will fall down. You can shoot meteors down with your space bar. Any characters or meteors that hit the ground drain your life points.

Visit Billy’s website to download and install the game for your computer.

TypeRacer

Increase your typing speed while racing against others - publicly or privately.

You can either enter a typing race against random online opponents, practice on your own or race your friends. Great tool for those of us with a competitive streak cough cough

Try it out here!

Typing Tests

I’m sure we’ve all taken one or two typing tests for our native languages at some point or another, so it shouldn’t surprise you that there are options for Korean typing tests. Here’s just a few that give you text to type and measure your speed and accuracy.

Typing.Works (make sure to set it to “Native”)

10FastFingers 

If anyone else has great resources they’d like to add, please reblog! 

Hope this helps you out! ^^

[sazzafraz]

ects snippet one

I don’t see this bit changing a lot so its spoiler freeeeeee

He thinks of acid and bile first. His tongue is on the points of his teeth searching for the stale carrot taste. Dead bodies in a lake almost make him hungry. Like soup, Kyuubi says, now, should add some salt. Naruto thinks of their families and draws from Konoha shinobi standard what he should do next. The Uchiha graves are the only ones he’s seen up close. Found and burned away by his Sasuke years ago, not yet warded against yin spirits. Those small piles had been lumped together too close to the houses at first and then reburied in a Konoha approved location when Sasuke became Konoha’s only Private Citizen. Now they’re done by matrilineal lines and decorated with Uzumaki shells and ribbons from Lightning. When Naruto was asked, allowed, to come Sasuke had him press strawberry seedlings into the ground. Sasuke had been messily eating from a different bowl and had pulp smeared across his mouth and jaw. Then, Naruto had wondered if he was allowed to sweep them away with his tongue, if people did that sort of thing in graveyards. Now Naruto knows that the dead do not appreciate love or lust.

People soup. Naruto counts twice and draws a grid on the shallow shore with his foot. 

Monkey Leader is inattentive to Naruto’s actions. He sits between them and their merchants keeping his gaze on the horses. Only one of them likes Naruto. A chestnut mare with a band of white around her mouth and eyes that make her seem mean -she’s downplaying exactly how vicious she is, but she likes him, and that's more than he was expecting. Naruto pulls the body into the grid and starts with the teeth. Pulls back molars for the guys in T&I. The skin sloughs off the dead man's face, puddles down into his wet clothes. Naruto burns it off with Kyuubi’s power, excellent as always for getting rid of evidence. Molars should be enough.

He has a sort of frustrated passion about this. See, Naruto knows intellectually that this has to be done, is done regardless, because you can’t have dead bodies in waterways. They bloat and rot and make people sick. The kind of sick that people like Giri come to fix and then leverage into destabilising the entirety of the Elemental Nations. Naruto also knows that a missing tooth is a decent price for the families of these poor dead to get closure. The third, worst thing Naruto knows is that things come to see dead bodies, things like him. Ninja like him. Spirits like him. Sons of Oceans and Mountains and tall white pillars to the underworld, like him. None of them, really, should be looking at these dead bodies. 

Six teeth. Naruto eyes a leaf moving out of sequence with the wind. Tanuki, an earth specialist.  Tanuki nods and quiet as a mouse the bodies sink into the shore.

--

Sunagakure welcomes them and their trophies at dawn. They sneak in over the sand tide-line two to a row before even the most thrifty merchant has set their wares. Gaara’s office will not be officially open for another three hours, not even his Twilight Guard will accept a visitor now. So Naruto does what he does, cracks his back and makes a loud exclamation about finding a place to sleep. Monkey Leader sets them on a course through Suna’s cruisy districts and around the intelligence quarter. The Konoha away barracks are part of their recent trade deal. A cushy thing on their end and Naruto knows where his room is. After the Summit, before the War, Naruto quietly moved all the things he previously left in Gaara’s spare bedroom to a Jounin room with an ensuite. This room is at the end of the hall with no windows, nothing in or out. A dead end. Monkey Leader espys him but does not comment. 

In the room Naruto turns off the radio left playing on the dresser. His old book lies with its spine cracked, a pair of pants he left to wash last time crumpled on the bed. His single pillow looks lonely. Someone has been in since he was here last, the footprints in the thick carpet aren’t his own. Following this probably-not-a-stranger he sees that his personals have been restocked in the bathroom, laid on the rim of the strange standing bathtub. The grates have been cleaned. Naruto runs a bath and dumps a satchel with Sakura’s clean, neat writing into the water. A small bag sits next to it and he recalls a short conversation at dinner some nights ago. Sasuke and Kakashi had been having one of their weird bonding moments over Naka rocks. Kakashi would run his bandaged fingers over them looking for some indefinable flaw. Sasuke would say that’s not the point and hand him another. He and Sakura watch this for a few minutes, giggling into their beers. Sakura had just shaved her hair down again and the elfin lines of her face were so perfect he’d had trouble not telling her so. 

“Naruto,” Sasuke says in his low clear voice, “what are you thinking about?”

“Sakura’s pretty,” he blurts out. Sakura lowers her eyelashes for a moment, laughing.

“Yes.” Sasuke agrees. “But what are you thinking?”

“‘Bout rocks?” Naruto shifts his gaze carefully. He’s bowled over often by how much he loves looking at Sasuke. If he does it too fast the soft pink of his mouth and thin scar that meets his ear makes him drool. “Dunno, that one.” He picks one from the pile and holds it triumphant.

“Idiot,” Sakura says. She too picks a rock. “Momentos? Right?” 

Sasuke flushes from his heart upwards, making the pink of his lips plush. Sakura keeps her rock, eventually Kakashi meets his proteges standards and departs with his own. Naruto pockets his but forgets it in the wash. Here it is again in Sunagakure with Sasuke’s hair ribbon around it. 

In reality Naruto does not now nor has he ever had momentos. He has moments and memories aplenty. Long, too long sketches of Konoha night in the main thoroughfare in the early morning. The drift and drag of everyone's footsteps lying in the dirt, on the street, leading to the houses they share with people that want them there. Swing sets. Shrine steps. Stoops. All of them empty, at least when he’s there. A city is a lonely place in his experience. 

Things are better now. He has Sasuke, when they aren’t fighting. Sakura, when she’s capable of acting without compromise. Kakashi, when he isn’t fighting a cold war alone. His other friends, when time allows. Allowance is better too. Assured at the very least. 

Compromise is a word he knows now. A strange little door into the way life actually works. 

See, Naruto’s first idea of how things work is formed at 4pm, 2am on weekdays and 7-11am on Saturdays. There’s a little alcove outside one of the curving windows of Konoha’s Library, high above the main hall near one of the old study nooks not even ANBU use. On rainy days the water sloshes off the side. On sunny days the heat only touches the edges. There is enough room for a boy to escape with a little apple and the free water from the front desk. The window is permanently cracked open to let out the musty air. When Konoha’s long hot days and nights were too much for even the most dogged badgering Naruto would skin himself raw heaving his body into it. A radio plays all day in the library, old records and ads for toilet paper. Like everyone else Naruto drowns out the patriot tunes and concentrates on the old radio head that chooses which stories play at the end of the school day. Hashirama and the Seven Headed Snake, Subaru and the Stolen Sword, Himawari Sunrise, Nariko Ascending. He’s heard them all at some point, drifted away to the tales of heroes and Hokages. 

Naruto’s met Hashirama now and he’s a whole different deal. Tsunade makes more sense when you know that that was her first idea of a hero. 

In The Seven Headed Snake Hashirama does not speak. He does wield a sword of redwood through the thick neck of a serpent so big it blots the sky. His heroism is in his quiet dutiful battle. The way the man telling the story describes his strong back and long hair. That’s your back, he says. That’s Konoha’s back. It sounds so absurd, even to a child training to be a ninja: cut through the sky, mold the earth, call forth life to do your bidding alone. The snake’s carcass, the narrator informs them, is as long as the Naka river, and buried somewhere near the big swell the Uchiha worship. On dark nights its eyes watch the village, warily, for Hashirama’s redwoods stand sentinel. Not even in death can he be escaped. 

People don’t let things like Naruto in their houses. This he knows before he can speak. There is something in him people don't want on their doorsteps. Later he knows it's the Kyuubi. After that he knows that it’s the Uzamaki blood. Even later, when he came home from a war that crushed out the light he thought he could carry anywhere, he knew it was simple mortal fear. Something inside Naruto will never die, and anything more mortal than him knows that. Well, except Sasuke. 

In the warm bath water he caresses his leg, not letting it go any further. Far from home he misses his love. There’s an edge in Naruto, sharp as his chipped tooth, that’s only soothed by long dark hair and a softening body. Naruto leans up to look at the scents and staples Gaara’s left in his room. Sweet aloe and greens. Salt and fresh made sand. He thinks of Sasuke’s skin and Sasuke’s soft smile and how he cuddles close to warmth. Naruto’s had grim reason to be grateful for how hot he runs, this last winter when Sasuke’s feud with their electricity provider cut their power mid cold-snap he’s had happier, hornier reasons to be joyful.

Sasuke has a vicious glee about domesticity that is deeply adorable. He loves arguing with the cashier about his coupons and going to PTA meetings and making trendy sandwiches. He does it with a soft violence that Naruto absolutely does not relate to but finds charming. Never has a man wanted for mass murder been so invested in a collect-a-coin newspaper competition. He plays music and cooks food. He goes to town halls and puts up with the mean crooked smile in their fruit vendors eyes. Naruto loves him so much when he makes noise. Naruto loves him more when it’s quiet at home. Naruto loves when Sasuke will talk to him about things he cares for: plants, dumplings, people. Here, far away from his love, Naruto loves that he doesn’t have to lie to him.  

Naruto drags his hand up to his stomach and uncorks the bath. The soft slush of water is the last noise in the room.

[danceing-spelled-wrong]

Yandere Varian

I'm aware he has a crush on Catherine but I just think it's sweet..in a creepy way how he wanted Rapunzel's hair..it was the perfect story for a fanfic

"Rapunzel! Hey Rapunzel! I need to talk with you!" A boy with black hair yelled looking around for the princess,he helped a bouquet of yellow flowers. His name was Varian and he needed to give them to her,he entered the garden and saw her sitting alone with Pascal,"Rapunzel!"

The princess looked over,"Evening Varian! What can I help with?" She asked with her joyful sounding voice. The boy held out the flowers,"I..I wanted to give these to you..and can you go to the dining hall.." The princess grabbed the flowers and smiled,"So sweet! Of course!" She said with joy

Varian walked away with a jump in his step

The blonde princess looked at the flowers,"Oh Eugene.." She had no idea who the flowers were really from

Varian looked around for the princess dressed in his best suit,he saw the door open and the princess walk in wearing a pink glittery gown. Rapunzel saw the dinner on the table,"Hey..um..I'm not a great cook,but I hope you like it.." The boy said scratching the back of his neck,"I'm sure it's lovely! I'm glad you and Eugene made this for me." 

The boy looked confused but figured out what she thought

"No..I made this..for US." Rapunzel looked at him confused..but then she relieved what he meant,"Oh Varian..that's..that's really sweet..but you know me and Eugene are married.." "But he doesn't know you as well as I do!" The boy pulled out a book and flipped through multiple pages stopping at one

"Your favorite food is hazel nut soup,your favorite color is light blue,you like ballet,favorite animals are chameleons,and Gothel tricked you to believe you were her daughter. See?! I know everything about you!" Rapunzel sighed,"It's..sweet that you remember everything about me,but I love Eugene..I'm sorry.."

Varian looked down feeling tears come down his eyes,he ran away from the area

The princess looked at the dinner and sighed walking away

In a secret place in the castle,Varian was there lashing out in anger,"STUPID! STUPID! Why would she had said yes?! She's the fucking princess,your just an alchemist! Why did you even think you stood a chance?!" He screamed throwing testing tubes smashing them. He started to calm down..but then broke down into tears

He fell to the ground covering his face

Varian looked into the mirror..when something hit him

"No..it's not my fault.." He stood up and walked up to the glass

The image of that smug asshole appeared,"It's..HIS..all HIS fault. HE's making her like this,I need to save her..but..she won't believe me.." Varian then noticed a letter knife on the testing table,the boy picked it up

He looked at it..and a smile crossed his face,"I'll..I'll just kill him..and Rapunzel will be saved from the demon keeping her imprisoned.." With a plan in mind,Varian walked out the area

Rapunzel sat alone in her room thinking of what she had done,she felt like she needed to apologize to the boy..he looked very hurt that she turned him down. With a quick breath,the princess walked out her bedroom to find Varian 

"Hey Flynn? Can we talk real quick?" The former bandit looked at his pal and waved as he followed the young male

They were now in the garden

"What did you want to talk about?" Varian got his knife ready,"Well..it's about Rapunzel..you see..I..I really like her..so..can you please leave her so I can have a chance with her?" Flynn scratched his neck a bit uncomfortable,"Well..sorry,but me and Rapunzel already have plans to have kids..and we don't plan to break up..sorry.."

Varian sighed,"Alright. That was your last chance." "What-" Flynn looked down and saw a letter knife piece his chest,his eyes were wide in shock..and with an opened mouth trying to scream. He fell to the ground..but Varian wasn't satisfied,he stabbed his eyes in and ruined his face

The blade stabbed his cheeks in,his eyes were gone,his nose was broken and he looked unrecognizable,"Looks like your not so pretty anymore!" Varian yelled laughing stabbing his chest again causing blood to fly on his face. He looked down at his work..and decided to take it a step forward,he stood up and started to smash his head in with his foot..it broke

Varian walked away a trail of blood following behind him 

Flynn Riders death spread out around the kingdom and the killer hadn't been found yet. Rapunzel was the most destroyed sadden by the death of her husband 

But Varian took this chance to get closer to her,but no matter how he tried..the princess only found him as a friend

It got to the point..Varian was planning his next step to get Rapunzel to love him

Rapunzel walked up a path that was lined with roses,she saw the trail when she got out the shower which gave her some time to change into her normal clothing

The sun was setting shining over the sea,the princess heard guitar music playing

She saw Varian leaning against a tree playing a guitar. In front of him was a rose blanket with a basket full of food and drinks along with two wine glasses. The cherry on top was the candle that gave a sweet rose smell

"Varian..this..this-" The boy placed the guitar down and walked over to her,"It's not much..but I know Flynn's death got you down,so I wanted to make you happy." Rapunzel smiled,"Thank you..this is amazing."

The two talked for hours laughing and enjoying each others company,Varian poured Rapunzel a glass of cider,"I hope you don't mind me asking.." "Go ahead." Rapunzel took a sip,"How come your acting so..calm after hearing how Eugene died?" Varian took a sip of his own drink,"I've seen worse deaths..way worst. It's a shame he died but It's nothing from what I've seen."

The princess was about to talk again but then felt very sleepy,"I..I think I should head back to the palace.." She said standing up,Varian stood up and grabbed her,"You'll fall and hurt yourself if you go alone. I'll help you." He said looking into her half lidded eyes

He was right

Halfway there,Rapunzel passed out. Varian held her in his arms which..gave him a happy feeling.

The boy laid the princess on her bed and covered her up with a blanket,"Rest well my dear." He said giving her a kiss on the lips. It was just as sweet as he imagined.

Varian exit the room with a smile on his face,he walked towards his room but was stopped by a hand,"I know it was you." He looked over confused and saw Cassandra standing there

"You killed Flynn." "What?! No! I would never-" The woman showed him a file with notes and photos

"Your hair was found at the scene,that night there was blood in the water and during that you took a shower,your the only one in town who isn't sad about it,and their was a blood trail that was in the shape of your damn shoes! It's clear your the fucking killer!" She yelled. Varian looked at her seriously,"I'm not the killer. I would never harm someone that Rapunzel loves."

Cassandra scoffed turning her back,"Just wait..when I give this to the police,they'll be on my side."

The morning sun shined in the sky,Cassandra opened her eyes but wasn't greeted by the lights of the sun. She looked around..it was a dark room full of science products..and broke glass,her gaze ended up on a table with objects covered with a cloth. The wall moved showing a secret passage way,"You know..this little room was used as a dungeon to torture prisoners til they die. I use this room for testing things..and of course..planning my next kill." Varian said laughing a bit

"Varian! What's going on?!" The woman yelled struggling against the ropes that tied her to the chair,"I thought it was clear what I was doing. I'm going to kill you." Cassandra's eyes widen and she started to trash around trying to break from the ropes,"Don't even try. The ropes can't be broken." "Why are you doing this?!"

The boy rolled his eyes annoyed,"You know why..your going to tell everyone what I did.." He said removing the cloth and grabbed a screwdriver,"So you DID kill him!" "It was pretty obvious." Varian said walking over to her

"Don't do this! I..I won't tell anyone! Just don't-" "That's a lie. Your acting like I'm stupid." Before Cassandra could speak..the screwdriver was stabbed in her stomach

The disappearance of Cassandra spread just as fast,Rapunzel was even more destroyed. She refused to leave the castle even if the lights were out

The only one there was Varian

Just Varian

She felt safe in his arms

The boy finally had her to himself

It was just him and her now

Nobody else

Nobody

NOBODY

Fun fact! I'm accepting writing requests! It's freeeeeee!

Or whatever. Hope you liked it

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Next prompt for @badthingshappenbingo... and FINAL PROMPT, BECAUSE I FINALLY HIT A FREAKING BINGO AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF OF WORKING ON THIS CHALLENGE

I AM FREEEEEEE!!!!

So, um. Yes. Thanks to Jaywings and Rainy for beta reading!

This one is for @swanpit. Hope you enjoy! And thanks to EVERYONE who submitted requests!! Couldn’t have done this without you.

Prompt: Slammed into a Wall Characters: Héctor and Ernesto, pre-movie

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"...so after we're done with this town, I think we can hit a few more stops before we get to Mexico City."

Héctor blinked wearily, still staring out the window. His sigh fogged up the cool glass, but it didn't matter; all he could see was the train station at Santa Cecilia, his little girl rushing up to him and jumping into his arms, and his wife wrapping the both of them into the biggest hug.

"Héctor, are you listening?"

"Oh... sí," he muttered, shifting in the worn train seat. He pressed his hands against his back, arching it until his spine popped. As he stretched, he took a moment to survey the train: it was quiet other than the clacking of the wheels below them, and the light of the setting sun cast a terrible red glow through the opposite window. He winced. It was too bright to face Ernesto directly, so he stared down at the floor instead. "This is just... so much longer than I expected to be away."

"Heh! It feels like no time at all to me," Ernesto said. He twisted in his seat to stretch his back. "Though this is probably the slowest train we've ridden yet."

"Do you think we'll—"

A piercing whistle interrupted him, followed by a shout from the conductor. Héctor didn't catch the words, but the meaning was clear enough, and he grabbed his suitcase and guitar, Ernesto following suit.

"Finally!" Ernesto said, eagerly watching the window. "I thought we'd never get here."

"But I was going to ask," Héctor said hurriedly, finally looking his friend in the face. "Do you think we'll be back by... by my birthday? I want to celebrate it with mi familia."

Brow furrowing, Ernesto sat back in his chair. "Oh," he muttered, and sighed.

Something tugged at Héctor's heart; he had a feeling what Ernesto was going to say, and his grip tightened against his luggage handles.

"I... didn't want to ruin the surprise, but the thing is, amigo, I was going to take you someplace nice for your birthday," Ernesto said finally. "We won't be heading back quite yet by then, and I thought it would be good for you to have some fun, you know?"

The train came to a stop, and Héctor rose from his seat, turning away toward the window so Ernesto wouldn't see his expression. This time when he looked outside, all he could see was the train station of an unfamiliar town, streaked red and unwelcoming in the sunset.

"I've been saving up for it," Ernesto went on, patting him on the back as a silent urge to keep moving. He kept pace with Héctor easily as they stepped off the train. "Heh, after all, I don't want to take you to some shabby place and give you food poisoning."

With a roll of his eyes, Héctor elbowed him. "You'll never let me live that down, will you?" But something else Ernesto had said pricked at his memory, and he suddenly gave a jolt, stooping to set down his luggage.

"Héctor?"

He fished through his suitcase for a moment before pulling out an envelope, and sighed. Good, it was still there. Setting it back in the suitcase, he closed it up with just the corner sticking out of it, so he could more easily find it.

"Oh, that," Ernesto said as Héctor rose to his feet, and followed him out into the city. "You know, at first I'd thought you were writing a new song."

"No, I... haven't been inspired lately." He shrugged helplessly. "But I wanted to get it mailed when we arrived—Imelda needs the money." He swung his guitar case over his shoulder and shielded his eyes as he looked around the town. The streets were woefully unfamiliar and busy, especially with the crowd leaving the train station. "Could you help me find the post office?"

"Ay, hermanito, you can worry about that tomorrow," Ernesto said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We've got to get our luggage to the hotel."

"I don't want to leave the money sitting around!" Héctor cried, shrugging Ernesto’s hand away. Suddenly aware that a few people were staring, he lowered his voice as he resumed walking. "You remember what happened last time."

"Sí, but we caught that 'housekeeper' before he made off with it, remember?"

"I don't want to risk it."

They stopped where the street split. Ernesto looked one way, and Héctor looked the other. "Mira,” Ernesto said, pointing down the street. “I already got directions to the hotel when we were on the train. Let's just go there before it gets dark."

"No, I want to go to the post office now—it's getting late, and I don't want to get there when it's already closed."

"Why can't this wait until tomorrow?"

"I want to make sure Imelda gets it as soon as possible, or that... something doesn't happen to it."

"This is ridiculous—I know the way to the hotel, but you don't know your way around here! How are you going to find—"

"By trying. I have to," Héctor said, and ended it there, firmly marching in the opposite direction.

"Ugh, fine," Ernesto called after him. "I'll be two blocks down from here! Come back when you're done."

Watching his friend leave, Héctor heaved a tired sigh. He never understood, did he? He didn't know what it was like to have a wife and a child at home, not sure if they had enough money to eat. The letters Imelda had forwarded to him were always positive, but what if she was… well, what if she was just trying to make him feel better? Ernesto would never understand that—he had no family he needed to provide for.

Still... he'd talk it over with him later, after he dropped this letter off and returned. Two blocks down—he would remember it.

—-~~~—-

He did not remember it.

Or, well, he did remember "two blocks down," but hadn't kept track of where he'd been walking, and soon found himself in completely unfamiliar surroundings, in a city he couldn’t even remember the name of, who-knows-how-far past the train station, and past twilight and drawing into night. His arms were aching from carrying his suitcase, and he was starting to wish he'd just gone with Ernesto to the hotel to at least set this stuff down.

Heaving a tired sigh, he rested his suitcase against the ground. His shoulders creaked as he rolled them while he surveyed the city around. The streets weren't well lit, but the night was clear, and the moonlight on the cobblestones and houses might have looked pretty had Héctor not felt so utterly lost. He'd been too tired to think to ask for directions until he realized there weren't any other people around. He could've even asked someone on the train, come to think of it...

Dios, he was too tired for this.

Something shifted against the cobblestones, and Héctor turned just as a man snatched his suitcase and bolted.

"Hey, wh—wait!" Too bewildered to fully panic, Héctor spun around, long legs easily enabling him to catch up with the man. "Wait, wait, wait! Stop! That's mine!"

When the man refused to turn, Héctor lunged forward, grabbing the suitcase and knocking the man off-balance. He himself collapsed, knees banging into the hard ground. His arms gripped the suitcase close to his chest.

Before he could catch his breath, someone grabbed the back of his collar, easily hoisted him back up to his feet, and slammed his chest against the nearest wall. Héctor gasped, winded, his head turned to the side, but the terror didn't hit him until he saw the moonlight hit against a metal surface, followed by something sharp poking under his jaw.

"All right, mariachi," the man said in a low voice, close enough that his terrible breath could be smelt. He pressed the knife's edge closer to Héctor's throat. "Give me the suitcase and I won't have to use this."

His thoughts moved rapidly—he was being held at knife-point, and there was no one around to help him. If he gave up his suitcase, the man might let him go, but that would risk losing his letters from Imelda and Coco, his clothing, his songbook—

"J-just—" he gulped, failing to swallow the lump in his throat, "—just take the money." He truly didn't want to lose it, and part of him was angry for giving into his terror in this moment, but a week's worth of pay was not worth his life—not worth being unable to see his family ever again. "Take the money and... and leave, por favor."

"Just the money, eh?" The robber cracked a grin. "Why, what else you got in here, mariachi? Some jewelry some señorita gave you to remember her by? Or something even more valuable than that?" He chuckled lowly. "Makes sense you'd have a bit more on you, if you can spare to send something back home."

He'd overheard him talking to Ernesto! Mentally, Héctor kicked himself—this wasn't what he'd wanted! "No, no, that wasn't what I—"

Keeping the knife pointed at Héctor's throat, the man stepped back. "Open it up, then," he said, indicating the suitcase on the ground. "Let's see what you got in there."

He was shaking badly, but maybe if he showed the robber there was nothing else here he'd want, he would just take the money and leave, and he could get out of this alive.

Héctor began to stoop down, watching the man warily. To his relief, the man drew away the knife and removed his hand from his back. Quite literally able to breathe more easily, he knelt down toward the suitcase, preparing to unlatch it.

"Héctor!"

Ernesto's voice, shockingly close, startled him enough to jump to the side. In the split second he moved, he saw the glint of a knife raised to stab him.

In that same split second, the robber whipped his head over his shoulder, where Héctor could now see Ernesto—he'd crept up behind them. Ernesto roughly shoved the man into the wall, snatching Héctor's fallen suitcase and bashing it against the robber's head. He fell, and Ernesto bolted.

Héctor scrambled after him, his heart thudding against his ribcage even as the man shouted something dazedly behind them. They took several sharp turns, and Héctor had to book it to keep up with Ernesto. Just when he felt he could run no further, Ernesto stopped at a doorway. Hector stopped beside him, panting.

"Did we lose him?" Héctor asked between gasps.

"Hopefully.” Ernesto pulled a key out of his pocket. “but just in case..." Ernesto yanked him through the doorway before slamming the door shut and locking it. Belatedly Héctor realized it was the door to the hotel.

"Dios,” Ernesto hissed, “what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't, clearly.” Automatically he shrugged off his guitar case, collapsing onto the nearest bed. (The only bed, he realized—Ernesto was trying to save money, as he'd said earlier.) "I was just... thinking about Imelda, and Coco. How much they'll need that money."

"Not as much as you need a brain," Ernesto grunted, tossing the suitcase to the floor. But he sighed, taking a seat next to him. "That was too close a call, hermanito."

"Gracias, hermano," Héctor said. He eased himself upright. "If you hadn't been there, I could've... something could have happened."

"It could have." Ernesto stared distantly at a spot on the floor.

For a moment Héctor imagined if their situation had been reversed. The image made him shudder, and he forced it out of his mind.

Finally Ernesto looked back at him. Though he didn’t meet his eyes, Héctor could still see a mix of fear and relief on his face (along with something else Héctor couldn’t quite identify) as he held himself tensely. "I... I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Eh, probably still be a successful musician,” Héctor said, cracking a grin. Ernesto gave a start, but he went on: "And not have to deal with me wandering off in some random town."

Shaking his head, Ernesto slowly dropped his shoulders. "Heh, probably.” A smile crossed his face, and he finally looked Héctor in the eye. “By the way, I found out where the post office is."

"You... did? How?"

"By asking the hotel clerk."

Héctor rubbed his face with his hands. He was not on the ball today.

"Now how about sticking with me from now on, amigo?" Ernesto said, and jabbed him in the side with his elbow.

"Heh... sure thing, 'Nesto."

[nikkzwrites]

First Christmas Together | Star Trek One-Shot | Spock x Female OC |

Laarth sets up Spock's first Christmas...and invites their family...and the crew.

Please Enjoy this self-indulgent Christmas One-Shot I wrote. I really missed my partner so I apparently got possessed and wrote nearly 4.5k words. :) But it is done now so Nikkz is FREEEEEEE.

The man’s face scrunched as he heard scrambling around him. He took in a deep breath before sitting up to look at his partner who had already scrambled off somewhere else in one of the other parts of their home. He felt lucky to have time off from the Enterprise to spend it with his excitable love. He carefully removed himself from their shared bed to try and find where his little other half ran off. His eyebrows raised as he finally noticed glittering decorations and tinsel hanging from their walls.

“Laarth,” He called out in his deep smooth voice. He heard the movement stop. His shoulders adjusted for himself to stand straighter. He understood that she was very aroused by the idea of celebrating this holiday with him. It was apparently one of her father’s favorite human traditions. He, himself, didn’t dislike it. In fact, he would have loved if his own mother had shown him the same holiday. When he continued to hear no movement, his voice bellowed through the halls worried, “Laarth?” His panic starting to make him alter himself into a stance where he could rush to her side.

Just as quickly as his worry started to hit him, the small half-Vulcan rounded the corner with a wide smile. The taller man recalibrated himself straighter. His head tilted. Laarth smiled and tossed some clear, white, and blue flecks up between them to have it land into their dark hair. “Good morning,” She smirked. Her face wrinkled in her enjoyment. Laarth was so proud of herself for her hard work. When she looked up at her half-human companion, she could see him looking down at her. His words harsh, but his eyes gentle.

“I said I would enjoy spending the tradition with you. Not that you could allow a hostile takeover of our home,” Spock scolded. He carefully started to pick the plastic out of his Laarth’s hair. 

Laarth laughed at him, “But, it is not!” Her sparkling smile melted his heart every time. She laced his long slender fingers with her tiny fingers. She pleaded with him, “Can I show you into the kitchen?”

Spock had to fight his inner laughter at his darling. He nodded and said, “Only if you promise it is not as over the top as the rest of our living spaces that I have seen.”

Laarth led her tall partner into their living room. She had decorated it in his uniform colors. Luckily blue, gold, and silver still matched the general Christmas spirit she was aiming to achieve. When she turned to look at his expression, Laarth giggled. Spock had closed his eyes. Laarth used his hand to stabilize herself as she stood on her toes to try and give him a chaste kiss. His face was so soft and delicate when he was just resting. She could feel his arm stiffen when she leaned more onto it for help. Spock’s eyes opened. He looked down at her and raised his brow.

He helped her down compassionately. He decided to pat her head instead of giving in to her kiss right then. Spock looked around. He was astonished at how much work she must have put in to have everything. He looked down at his small wife. His memories played the trick of seeing her as when they were both much younger. She hadn’t changed much since then, had she? Her look of wonder and admiration towards him still persisted despite all that was thrown at her. He allowed her to interlace their fingers once more. Her soft musical voice snapped him back from his thoughts.

“Do you like it,” She asked. Laarth started to worry. She could tell he was deep in thought, yet she did not want to violate his privacy by invoking their shared mental connection. She removed one of her hands to softheartedly touch his face. His head slowly moved to rest more against her palm. He was like a cat who wanted nothing more than to feel the closeness of another touch.

He stated simply, “I can tell how much effort you must have put into this. Your own emotional state has left an impression upon my own.” He held onto her wrist to keep her hand where it was resting. The feeling of her thumb petting his face he could only define as, what their human ancestry would call, heavenly. He warily let her hand down and asked, “Is this all there is to this...holiday?” He looked around their dwelling once more. He could see a number of wrapped presents beneath a decorated tree. All the dressed parcels seemed to be labeled and wrapped in the colors that matched the rest of the decorum. Blue parcels with golden ribbons, Silver ones with blue ribbons, Golden boxes wrapped with a silver ribbon. They all sat organized into piles.

Laarth shook her head, “There is plenty more.” She followed his gaze and gasped, “Oh yes! The present exchange. That’s later tonight. Around dinner actually. But first, I have more holiday tradition stuff to show you so that you don’t stumble over yourself tonight.”

Spock raised his brow and nodded. He took in a deep breath before letting out another sigh to follow Laarth. He stated, “I would not ‘stumble over myself.’ I have never done such a thing. Also, are you implying that there will be more than just the two of us at dinner tonight?” He followed close behind her. Her short legs were very ineffective at gaining large distances from him. 

Laarth stopped in her tracks. She quickly turned on the balls of her feet to look at him. “Yes,” she squeaked out. She looked up at him with a look that was to try and mimic a guilty dog caught doing what it was not supposed to be doing. “Do you mind,” she asked.

“It would be far too late for me to protest,” Spock settled, “May I have an idea of who you invited?” He watched as she rocked from side to side, uncomfortable.

She swallowed her pride and nervously explained, “Well, Vus and my father of course.”

He nodded, “Of course.”

“I also invited your mother and father,” She went on to list.

Spock rubbed his chin, “Understandable. Wouldn’t want them to feel excluded.”

Laarth swallowed hard again and rushed through the last few names, “And I also invited: James Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Montgomery Scott, Nyota Uhura, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, and Christine Chapel.” 

He sighed and concluded, “Naming them quickly does not impede my ability to recognize my fellow crewmen’s names. Even if you include their first names.” He patted his wife’s head once more. “So let’s hear more about what is customary for your household so that I do not have to hear any unnecessary snark from Doctor McCoy.”

Laarth smiled and sat on their countertop, “Well first, you should be aware of the mistletoe around the house. Mistletoe looks like…”

“I am well aware of what mistletoe looks like,” Spock interrupted. 

She nodded, “Well I guess you are also ‘well aware’ of the tradition behind it.” She sneered at him. Her husband rolled his eyes and motioned for her to continue. “Well, it is so that people have an excuse to give their loved ones a kiss.” She started to point out the locations of them in the house. “I scattered them around so if you want to avoid them, you know where they are.”

He nodded, “Thank you. This is very...useful information.” He started to look around the room and locate for himself where the Earth plant branch hung. “I will start making a necessary plan to avoid them. I do find it fascinating that humans went to such lengths to conduct in an activity that they often engage in any way.”

Laarth shrugged and said, “Well, they do not have the blessings that we have. Unlike us, they cannot simply understand each other’s thoughts due to a bond.”

“They certainly are lucky,” He teased.

The lessons went by quickly and Laarth was even able to convince Spock to put on a ‘traditional ugly sweater’ for their dinner party. It didn’t take much from her to convince him. He often gave into Laarth’s requests no matter the logical fallacy at the present time because it often came back around to be quite logically sound when it came to humans. This time, he was just worried about how hot they may feel throughout the night. Vulcan wasn’t the most hospitable place for those who had not grown up within its environment. She seemed perfectly happy though. She was nearly bouncing near the door waiting for people to arrive. Spock pat her head to keep her calm.

First to arrive was her once dark-haired father accompanied by her brother, Vus. Vus exchanged the Vulcan Salute with his brother-in-law and received a massive hug from his sister. Nathan laughed at his daughter and her brother. His full Vulcan adoptive son towered over the half-sister. Nathan hugged both his son in law and his daughter. He could tell Spock was still not quite used to his way of showing affection, but he appreciated the effort from Spock to put up with it. The human man turned to see Vus fussing at Laarth about her glasses. He took them off of her, cleaned them, and readjusted them to her face. Nathan guessed Vus still hadn’t gotten over the time period in which Laarth had become so overcome by grief, she refused to take care of herself.

Next, Amanda and Sarek arrived. Spock assumed that they simply waited in watch to make sure they were not the first to arrive. His mother certainly was the one to come up with that plan. Amanda greeted the two of them much like Laarth’s father. Sarek, however, offered both of them a head bow and Vulcan salute. Spock’s parents walked to talk with Laarth’s family. Amanda was excited to catch up with Nathan and Vus. Sarek and Amanda, Spock concluded, probably had enough talking to his wife due to her closeness of location and career path. They were some of the only people other than federation stationed humans that enjoyed her emotive presence at their home.

Spock let out a sigh as he knew exactly what was to happen next. He wasn’t exactly pleased with the idea that Laarth invited his captain and fellow members of the Enterprise. He knew this could only lead to trouble and pestering about his past.

Captain Kirk paused the rest of the crew before entering. He looked at them and said, “Now, please understand everyone, Laarth most likely went behind our Mr. Spock’s back to invite us here.”

“Well yes, Jim,” Bones laughed, “Do you really think that Mr. Spock would celebrate this holiday, much less invite us to join him?”

Scotty also laughed. “Aye, Cap’n, we realized just that.”

Already sweating, Chekov panted. He started to fan himself, “Can we please go inside? It’s hot out here.”

Uhura nodded in agreement, “Yes Captain. I agree.”

Jim nodded, “I can agree. Let’s go in.” He knocked at the door to be greeted by his first officer. He smiled seeing Spock. He could tell that the Vulcan was amused to see them all gathered here. 

Laarth tried to squeeze past her husband. Her head appeared from beneath his arm. She first looked up at Spock then turned her head to the snickering group. She smiled widely, “Oh hello~!” She pushed her wide framed glasses up to be able to see them all better.

Kirk laughed a bit at the sudden emergence of a small feminine head from behind the doorway. He could tell that she was much shorter than his first officer. She also had a much different disposition. “And you must be Mrs. Spock that we have all heard so much about,” He smiled down at her.

When Chekov opened his mouth to speak, Scott elbowed him. This didn’t seem to phase Laarth though. She just brushed it off with the wind. “I can say with 100 percent certainty that my husband did not, in fact, speak of me to anyone on the ship,” She explained, “Also, please call me Laarth. Spock is obviously my husband’s name. It is also easier for both of us.”

Spock looked down at Laarth, “Laarth, my dear, could you remove yourself from the area so I may allow our human friends in? Vulcan’s atmosphere…”

Laarth’s eyes widened as she interrupted him, “Right right! Please welcome them in.” She disappeared into the home.

Sulu laughed to Uhura, “She’s a little different than expected.”

“Yes,” Uhura agreed, “But it is absolutely adorable to see.”

Spock opened the door wider and motioned them inside, “Come inside quickly. Laarth has the house set so all of you should acclimate well. She still hasn’t grown to like our home planet.”

The group rushed in. Kirk stayed behind to ask his science officer some questions to clarify. He looked at Spock and quietly asked, “Our home planet? She doesn’t seem...”

He raised his brow for a second before nodding in understanding, “Oh. Yes. Her ancestry is very similar to mine. In the brief moments you saw her, I do not expect you saw her telltale signs, but her mother is from Vulcan.” He motioned to Vus introducing himself to Scotty and Bones, “That is actually her brother. You will come to know him as Vus.” He guided Kirk into the room.

Vus nodded to Scotty and Bones, “I’m afraid to report that I am actually the small woman’s brother. Despite what you humans may think, Spock and I look near nothing alike in terms of our race.”

Bones made a face at him, “In personality, you two are exactly alike.”

Vus raised his brow, “I apologize if I offended you, Dr. McCoy.” 

Scotty simply started at Spock’s wife then explained, “She doesn’t look Vulcan though.”

Vus nodded slowly in understanding. “Laarth,”  He called to his sister. When she walked up, he moved her overgrown hair away from her ears and removed her glasses revealing the pointedness of the tip of her ears. “You haven’t cut your hair in a while Laarth. Do I need to stop by more often to do it for you,” He scolded his sister.

Laarth whined, “Vus stop.” She blushed. A green hue spreading across the bridge of her nose into her cheeks. She struggled against her brother’s grip.

Scotty blinked, “Wow, she really is Vulcan.” He swatted a bit to try to get a better look at her, “And wow.”

“Fascinating,” Spock’s voice echoed behind them, “I’m not surprised that the two of you would convince Vus to embarrass her in such a way.”

Vus looked at Spock and tilted his head, “Did you notice she is not maintaining her hair length?” He looked down at his sister, “Does the Academy allow you to wear your hair like this?”

Laarth huffed and said, “I grew it out. The Academy doesn’t care what I do. Most of my students study here anyway. I’m a remedial teacher. Not true faculty.” Her brother let go of her arms. She made a face at him.

Bones looked at her and asked, “Have you and your brother always been like this?”

“Since we first met,” Laarth laughed, “He was so small and sweet back then. Now he treats me like I’m an invalid.” She turned to Vus to scold him herself, “Which is no way to treat your older sister.”

Vus raised his brow, “You have forgotten that I was once your caretaker while you were invalid.”

Spock sighed. He shook his head and looked at Bones and Scotty, “Why don’t you two go join the captain? It seems like I will have to talk down these two.”

“And miss this,” Scotty laughed, “I think not.”

Bones nodded with a beaming smile, “I rather enjoy watching these two.”

Spock sighed, “If you two insist.” He turned to the bickering siblings. He pat Laarth’s head, “It’s quite enough of this, don’t you believe so?” He let his hand run down her hair, “We can discuss this at a more appropriate time.”

Laarth immediately stopped bickering with her brother to look up at Spock, “But you like my hair like this.”

Bones nudged Spock, “But you like it.” He chuckled. 

Spock stared harshly at Bones before turning to Laarth, “Later.”

Laarth nodded and followed after her husband. She called back to the group, “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Scott and Dr. McCoy.” 

Bones, then, turned to Vus and asked, “Is she actually your older sister?”

When trying to follow her husband to speak to Nurse Chapel, Lieutenant Uhura, and Lieutenant Sulu, Laarth got pulled into a conversation with her father, Spock’s parents, and Captain Kirk. 

Upon Nathan pulling his daughter into the conversation, Sarek touched his right index and middle fingers to Amanda’s left, “There is no reason for me to be present in this conversation. You three are acting completely emotional about the situation at hand.” He nodded to go speak to his son.

Amanda nodded and turned to her daughter in law, “We were talking about how much longer the mission for the Enterprise will take.” She wrapped her arm around Laarth’s.

Laarth looked amongst the group, “I do not understand why Sarek would leave if this is all the conversation is about nor do I really understand why I must be here for this discussion.”

Nathan smiled, “Well, sweetheart, we were wondering if you and Spock have discussed what your plans were after this mission.”

Laarth blinked and looked even more confused at the group, “I would assume whatever the Federation would need of him, he would do such. I am planning on being here for my own career.” She shook her head, “This still is no explanation for why Sarek would walk away.”

Kirk smiled, “Well, I believe these two were ready for grandchildren.” He chuckled.

“What,” Laarth exclaimed. Her face flushed with green again. The tips of her ears even becoming similar hues.

Spock approached the group and spoke to Laarth directly, “You seem to be having trouble today.” He looked back to the group, “What caused this reaction from her?”

Kirk smiled at Spock. He chuckled, “Well, those two are ready for grandchildren and they were beating around the bush. So I directly told Laarth.”

Spock blinked and nodded. When he opened his mouth to speak, Amanda interrupted, “You know the both of us do not have the life span of you two.”

“I know, Mother,” Spock agreed. He was about to speak again when Nathan interrupted him.

“We were only wanting to understand if that is even in the cards for us,” the man explained.

Spock nodded, “That is understandable, but-”

Kirk couldn’t help speaking up to his entertainment, “But what Spock?”

The Vulcan looked at his captain slightly annoyed before addressing that section of the party, “It is simply too illogical for us to have children right now. Both of us have our careers we need to focus on. A child would only hinder that ability.”

Nathan shook his head, “But Spock, Laarth’s career has plenty of room to allow a child in it right now.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed, “But mine may keep me away from home, which is not preferable when caring for a child. We also would have liked to postpone having the conversation until we can have confirmation that I will be stationed at home or on a base where we can both provide for and raise our children.” He felt a cool touch wrap around his smallest finger.

Wrapping her smallest finger around Spock’s, Laarth hoped would help calm her beloved down from his anger and irritation. She smiled at him and added in, “I think our views have been made very clear now on this issue. If you please, excuse us.” Laarth gave the group a small bow of her head before leading Spock back to the group he originally wanted her to bring her. Sarek dismissed himself to go back to the group with his wife as Spock and Laarth joined the group.

Nurse Chapel welcomed Spock back with a smile and greeted Laarth, “I think we are all just excited to be meeting you and to see more inside Spock’s life.”

“Thank you so much for saying so,” Laarth’s smile grew, “I was also eager to meet all of you. Each of you is held very close in his thoughts.”

Sulu smiled and said, “That is very surprising.”

Laarth tilted her head and looked up at Spock, “You really have tricked them well.” She turned to them and said, “I think both of our inclinations have imprinted on each other. My husband is very compassionate and empathic. I, however, tend to be more emotionally detached out of the two of us.”

“I simply do not believe you,” Uhura shook her head. She looked between the petite wife compared to her tall husband. She wouldn’t call Spock apathetic, but Laarth definitely was not what she pictured as being emotionally detached.

Spock nodded his head once and helped justify the group’s reactions, “I believe they are not used to having someone so emotive and not actually fully feel those emotions for themselves.” He looked at the group, “When we were children, we both agreed to make a permanent bond. Both of us knew we were going to be separated by several planets and solar systems so we thought it was the easiest form of contact. Laarth has always been very capable in the matter of her telepathic abilities. So when she and I were going to engage in a mind-meld with some transference of katra, I recommended what I had learned a mere five years prior. She and I managed to accomplish what most children needed a high priestess. This resulted in Laarth and I often conflating our thoughts especially seeing that we have been mentally bonded and frequent communication for twenty-seven years.”

The rest of the group looked at the two of them surprised. Chekov blinked a little bit before furrowing his brow, “Just how old are you?”

Laarth smiled, “Don’t you know it’s very rude to ask someone their age?”

The party slowly started to wind down. Laarth helped everyone to their seats and smiled. She pressed her fingertips together. The half Vulcan explained, “I wanted to get all of you gifts for helping take care of my Spock or myself.” She moved quickly to each present and gave them to the corresponding person. “I had to get a little bit of information from my husband to get things that you may possibly like. I hope you all enjoy them.”

The crew of the Enterprise looked shocked. None of them were ready for such a surprise. They turned to see everyone else took it in stride and opening their gifts. Chekov opened his first to find Vodka. He smiled and looked at Scotty who had pulled his gift of Scotch out of the box. Christine slowly opened hers which held some Vulcan jewelry. Uhura and Sulu both excitedly open theirs. Uhura let out a squeak when she saw the Vulcan exfoliants. Sulu carefully took the potted Vulcan seedling out of the box and couldn’t wait to get it onto the ship. Leonard and Jim both looked at each other before opening their gifts as well. Jim sat amazed. He stared in disbelief. He could tell that the replica of his ship was handcrafted. He looked up to see Spock looking at his wife with a raised brow. Laarth just shrugged and smiled. The captain, then, turned to watch his friend Bones open his gift. Leonard’s wrapping paper fell to the floor. He stared at a handwritten account and translation of a medical report that the Vulcan’s had in their records. As he flipped through, he could see some of the drawings were also there. It seemed to be in a different penmanship though.

Doctor McCoy looked up and asked Laarth, “Did you do this yourself?”

“Oh, yes. Yours required me to borrow my husband’s skill a bit more than knowledge,” Laarth stated, “I hope you find his diagrams useful.”

McCoy turned to Spock who simply nodded, “Yes Doctor. I hope that you find them useful as well. My wife will be sending me with a copy as well if you were to have any questions. I haven’t had the time to fully study it, but I will keep it with me so that I can try to read it in my downtime.”

McCoy nodded, shocked. He uttered, “Th-thank you so much.” He shook his head, “Wow. Do you think you can get me one of these for all the Vulcan reports?” He laughed at the last part.

Laarth, to his surprise, seemed to be thinking it over. She opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted her.

“I was joking, please don’t go through all that trouble for me,” he hurried in explaining.

Laarth nodded, “Of course Doctor. I can still translate them and send them to you, electronically.”

McCoy nodded, “I would really like that. Thank you.” He turned to Spock and said, “You picked a really nice one Spock.”

Spock tilted his head a bit, “On the contrary, she continuously picked me. It was illogical for me to believe that someone of her impressive talents would choose to be by my side unless she specified it to be so.”

After the presentation of the gifts, Sarek and Amanda took their leave. Vus and Nathan soon followed. The crew gave a small goodbye to the couple before returning to the ship. Spock sighed and sat on their couch. His long arm stopped Laarth in her tracks. He pulled her onto the sofa with him and said, “I am sure you are as exhausted as I am after all of that. We can finish cleaning in the morning.”

Laarth nodded. She reached around to a small pocket between the wall and the couch. She tucked her hair behind her pointed ear and handed him the present she had hidden from him. “Merry Christmas,” She smiled.

Spock slowly opened the gift. He blinked as he saw some ear warmers and an eye mask. He restrained a laugh. He removed them and softly placed them on the table, “You didn’t have to make these for me.”

Laarth nodded and placed her forehead on his, “But I wanted to.”

Spock ran his fingers through her hair and said, “Well I didn’t want you to feel left out.”

Laarth raised her brow and asked, “What are you talking about?”

He pointed to his other hand right above her head holding one of the mistletoe that she had hung up.

Laarth smiled and slowly kissed him.

Spock reciprocated for a minute before pulling away, “Merry Christmas, Love.”

[soulvomit]

What a weird zeitgeist.

The thing is, when you're middle aged then you've probably seen at least one reversal.

The thing is, I grew up in the 80s, but the pop psychology books (all of them 80s anti-neediness discourse) i grew up with were a *reaction* to a previous zeitgeist. A late 60s and 70s one where men got to be freeeeeee and got to find themselves, and got the credit for the activism, but women were still stuck being the behind-the-scenes cleanup crew for these men, and got shamed for any activism they were part of ("women's libbers.")

Then along came a new school of pop psych, some a response to this ("Women Who Love Too Much") and some based on the infrastructure of 12 step culture and the addiction model (the codependency movement).

But something else is that the 80s (in my experience) were about boundaries to the degree that non-neediness was equated with class (especially to hyper-class-conscious yuppies/social climbers) and part of that is because of the cultural and social capital in having your life seem effortless and seamless. *only* very privileged women managed to not be messy in the ways that we were expected to not be messy. At the height of the Boomer divorce boom, no woman actually dealing with children and a divorce managed to ever have her life "handled" the way it was expected to be handled.

And maybe I got an extreme taste of this because of growing up in LA around middle class kids and some rich kids.

The absolute "messiest" people I've ever known were rich people, so help me god, the world of rich people is just distant enough from everyone else for their shit to be less visible, plus we confuse having money for "having it together." A lot of this anti-messiness discourse was really focused on middle class women in the work world.

But this anti-neediness discourse percolated down into teenage culture as well, where it became the "keep it cool" and "chill out, dude" mentality of Gen X. I suspect a reason it penetrated Gen X so deeply is because as a small cohort, we were so effectively policed by the Jones, Boomers, and Silents before us.

But now we are all in a space where boundaries are no longer acceptable. It's okay to be a hot mess in ways that it didn't used to be (sort of - I bet it still doesn't fly at professional workplaces, but some of the "Women in Tech" controversies shocked me with their revelation of how "messy" people were at the workplace in ways that were still VERY policed in the 90s.)

And you're supposed to just let everyone inflict their toxicity on you. Your only recourse is to claim membership in some kind of protected status so that you can claim "unpaid emotional labor."

Plus, ableism discourse has penetrated the discussion in weird ways. We haven't figured out how to defend the right of BPD and NPD people to exist while also defending the rights of the people in social relationships with them. And part of that I suspect is because of the collapse of segmented and contextual space. Everything is in a big tent now and everyone is supposed to exist in a pool where we all have competing access needs, where during height of the 80s anti-codependency movement, at least addicts and family-of got to have separate support groups.

And it's important to point out that a lot of the anti-neediness discourse of the 80s, was strictly about women's behavior *with men.* In real life, women did utilize their newfound ability to say "no," to say "no" to other women. But a lot of the discourse was about how to say no to *men* in dating, workplaces, and social spheres that were still dominated by men. They didn't at all prepare me for the competitive dynamics with other women at work, or the demands of female bosses, or the compulsory giving enforced on single/childless women by women with children. They *did* however help me not get sucked into no-win dynamics. A lot was about the masculine rules of workplaces. My coworker can't use personal information against me if I don't tell her any. She may not like me but I'll come out looking better to both our male and far-more-privileged female superiors. (And the things that made women successful in all but female-dominated workplaces, often made us disliked by other women.)

I suspect that this will all come full circle somehow, and boundaries will be In again, and who knows what that will look like. Because 80s boundaries discourse was born of a completely different environment than this will be.

80s was so much about setting boundaries with *men.*

(When I got into LGBTQ culture, i had a total culture shock. In a couple of spaces, every person I tried to date was in some kind of dramatic, ongoing entanglement with 1 or more exes. 80s hetero culture had that, I'm sure, but you were supposed to minimize the appearance of it and going "no contact" on exes was very acceptable. It felt too like I was perpetually being guilt tripped into stuff by other women and like the anti-neediness culture of the 80s had totally been a hetero yuppies only club. But the flip side is that for the first time, I wasn't being shamed for being needy or having basic human emotions or social needs. So idk.)

[setaripendragon]

OT3 Drabble: Hush

[Masterlist] AAAAAAAND WE’RE DONE!!! -insert maniacal cackling here- This, my lovely followers, is the last OT3 drabble. I AM NOW DONE with this monster collection of insanity, and I even managed to finish it before the five year anniversary! (Just. Five years for fifty drabbles. That’s not even one a month, gdi.) Gimme a couple of weeks and I’m probably going to pick up another stupidly long challenge, but for now, I’m freeeeeee~! =D And, okay, I probably got a little carried away with this one, it’s my longest drabble yet, and honestly it’s probably too long to really be called a drabble, but I don’t care, because I saved the best for last. I’m so proud of this one, and I love this ship so much, you have no idea. So I hope you all enjoy this ridiculous schmoop for my current favourite obscure OT3 that no one else seems to ship.

OT3 for this prompt: John Childermass/John Segundus/Arabella Strange from Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell.

The evening was young, but the students of Starecross Hall were used to the triumvirate of head teachers retiring early. Most assumed it was to discuss the day’s lessons and the students’ performances in privacy, but there was always some scandalous gossip going around about why it was, exactly, that they required such a strong silencing spell around their private parlour.

Mr Segundus, who was, at that very moment, on his way up the stairs to retire to said private parlour, was mostly oblivious to said gossip. He maintained the happy conviction that the three of them had been quite discreet enough to avoid any suspicion. (His lovers knew better, but as Arabella did not care, and Childermass found it all very amusing, neither of them was particularly interested in making a fuss about it.) However, Segundus was aware enough to know that they owed no small amount of their success at discretion to the silencing spells the three of them had woven around their private parlour – and the even more private bedroom it led to.

To Segundus, the spells appeared as a trellis of white roses, growing thick and verdant along the lintel and jamb of the door. It had taken him a small while to stop flinching at the sight of them, at the beginning, after everything that had happened that had inextricably linked white roses and silence in his mind, but after the roses had done such a good job of shielding him and his lovers from scrutiny and scorn, he’d warmed to them considerably. Now, as he pushed the door open, he gave one of the spectral roses a grateful caress – they were not truly there, and so could not truly be touched, but the intent of the motion and the bolstering of the spells did translate itself as the sensation of petals brushing against skin, so it might as well be called real – and breathed the lingering scent of roses with appreciation.

And was met with an altogether different magical scent inside the room. He blinked, for a moment quite disoriented, before he managed to drag his mind back to itself and recognised that the magic was Arabella’s, and that the lady herself was sitting by the window, intently focused on a bundle of greenery in her lap. “Arabella, dear?” He asked, curiously. “What are you working on?”

Arabella startled a little, then looked up with a smile, although her hands moved as if to hide whatever spell she was weaving. “Oh, John, I didn’t hear you.” She explained, and then glanced back down at her project with a secretive smile. “And you shall have to wait for John to get here before I show you.”

Segundus was all but burning with curiosity as he seated himself at the table before the fire and resolved himself not to press for answers. Arabella had a certain gift for the most beautifully subtle and discreet magics. He distracted himself for the moment by recalling how Childermass had been the first to spot it in her drawings. The way they would breathe, move with winds unfelt, or sometimes even change far more dramatically when one was not looking.

It was not long before Childermass arrived, slinking in like a shadow, and startling them both. “Ah, you’re here.” Segundus said delightedly. Childermass gave him a sardonic look, as if to say ‘no, really?’ but Segundus no longer took such things to heart. “Arabella has a surprise for us, it seems, and she refused to tell me anything until you arrived.” He explained.

Childermass glanced at her. “I had wondered at the magic. I can’t place what it’s for.”

Arabella looked startled. “Magic?” She questioned, then looked down to consider her project with a bemused tilt of her head.

“You had not intended to create an enchantment?” Segundus questioned.

“No, I had not, although I had not intended not to, either.” Arabella mused, before laughing a little. “I suppose when one pours all one’s heart and soul into so magical a thing, there is bound to be some sort of magical consequence.”

“So magical a thing?” Childermass questioned, and then made a sound of understanding as Arabella rose and turned, presenting them with what she had been making.

They were crowns, of a sort, made of vines of ivy, twisted and woven to form a band that was thick with the iconic leaves on the outside, but more bare on the inner side, so that it may be worn about the head without squashing any part of it. There were three of them in her hands, Segundus marked, one for each of them.

He caught himself smiling, and there was a smile in Childermass’s voice, too, when he spoke again. A smile, and a touch of wry humour. “Ivy crowns for the three magician rulers of Starecross Hall? A bit more grandiose than your usual, love.”

Arabella smiled; a smug, laughing thing, though Segundus had never been able to read anything unkind in it. “Ivy has other meanings, John.” She chided lightly. “But yes, it’s because we are magicians that I thought of it.” Her smile dimmed into something pained as she came and set the crowns upon the table, and paused there to lightly stroke her fingers over the leaves. “I know that our love must always be concealed behind our white roses…” She began, and Segundus abruptly remembered the other old legend about ivy. About it growing from the graves of sundered lovers to intertwine, and bring them together even in death.

“But perhaps there, at least, we might be bound together with ivy?” Segundus finished for her softly, his heart feeling suddenly as though it had become a little starling, light and fluttering and liable to fly off if spooked. Childermass, still standing in the middle of the room, drew in a sharp breath, and when Segundus looked to him, he saw a mirror of his own startled awe in his eyes.

Arabella laughed a little breathlessly, and Segundus recognised then that they were all caught in the same nervous excitement, the same disbelieving awe. “I know it is not precisely the done thing, but…” She paused, and then lifted one of the crowns, presenting it to them as though it truly were a coronation. “Will you marry me? If not in the Christian way, since that would be impossible, then at least in the way of magicians…” She trailed off hopefully.

Childermass stepped forward before Segundus could scrape words together out of the dazed mess his thoughts had become, and lifted the crown out of Arabella’s hands. He was as careful with it as he was with his battered old cards, and lifted it to rest it upon Arabella’s beautiful dark hair. Arabella breathed in, sharp and shaky, and blinked over a tentative, joyful smile. “The pair of you have ruled my heart for a good long while now, I see no reason you shouldn’t have actual crowns to go with your kingdom.” Childermass told her, casting a pointed look over his shoulder at Segundus, as well.

It was that which prompted Segundus, finally, to action. “Well said.” He murmured as he stood, and then plucked up the second crown, and lifted it up to Childermass, who was forced to bow his head to accept it, being as tall as he was. While he had been doing that, Arabella had retrieved the final crown, and Segundus bowed his own head to let her press it lightly down to settle over his curls.

The moment it was in place, he felt it. It was no very powerful spell. Like all of Arabella’s magic, it was subtle and unobtrusive. A warm, comforting blanket about his shoulders, a quiet melodic hum against the chill of the silence they were forced to hide behind. “A geis.” Childermass murmured.

“A magical vow.” Segundus agreed. “I think perhaps this is the most perfect wedding we could ever have had.” He mused, delighted. They had not spoken any words of love or fidelity, perhaps, but then they hadn’t needed to. The ivy had said it all for them, under the secret, safe silence of their roses.

[ghostcat3000]

I need you to know how much I am enjoying Skam season 3 - solely through your gif posting and excellent tag commentary! It is A LOT!! I might even watch someday, but I almost don't feel like I need to. Living vicariously through you affords me the one cool remove that my fragile heart sometimes requires to protect against viscerally reliving my own teenage dumbassery. Thank you for your fandom service! A+++ as always!

YOU SHOULD TOTALLY WATCH IT. It’s freeeeeee. I truly don’t think gif sets are enough to truly convey the warm sense of humor, the dialogue’s attention to detail, the way everyone seems to say the name “Vilde” with about five hundred different shadings, Iman Meskini’s Sana: her beauty, intelligence, complete bad-assery and dimple that dings with pretty every time it appears and Tarjei Sandvik Moe’s performance as Isak Valtersen, which is some of my favorite acting right now--a character who refuses to show vulnerability cracking piece by tiny piece.

Two things you should know about Fandom Bizness. One. I am a not a spoiler-free tumblr but I do tag assiduously so that everyone who is not here for whatever I’m watching at the moment can protect themselves via tumblr savior*. Two. My number one goal with this site is to get people to watch/listen to/read/make-things-for all the things I am into. CONTAGION BLOGGING.

So please watch it. Your fragile heart will sing, I promise. SKAM is, ultimately, a very positive show and has sweet, unwavering joy, even when things are at their hardest.

*like a follower who put me on blast for reblogging a LOT of content from one movie. I mean? Yeah. That’s how I roll. It passes. You can block and wait it out or you can stay. I hope you stay. :)

[pyroteapot]

Day 9 on the course:

- two of the tutors got into a fight in the corridor but I’m not sure why. We heard one telling the other to take his glasses off so he could punch him in the face, and then the glasses one started trying to hit him with his crutch but then some other tutors intervened, which was disappointing

- They gave us computer log ins to do the online application but then the computers were all set to block every single website so there was a literal hour and a half sitting around waiting for their IT people to figure it out

- But I found a shared folder the game design course were storing their examples in so I played a maze game and a space invaders-esque game so I had fun at least

- I’d left the origami velociraptor I made yesterday on the desk and the tutor told me today she’d taken it home to give to her daughter who loved it so that was nice ^.^

And now since I have completed everything, I don’t have to go in tomorrow so there isnt a day 10 and I’m freeeeeee

[sophblogsalot]

This is supposed to be for anon asks but I’m bored and don’t get questions so doing it anyway :-)

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

Closet at my apartment is in my bathroom so I don’t pay much attention. But the closet at my moms remains closed lol

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

I do not

(3) Can You Whistle?

I can!

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

“This is America” - Childish Gambino

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

This changed constantly but I think I am feeling blue rn lol

(6) Relationship Status.

TAKENNNN <333333333333jerwejjroejraskj

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

hot af fml

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

not cranky...just tired

(9) How Many Followers?

bruh not a lot lol idk where to see my followers anyway...which is sad bc i’ve been on tumblr for like 8 years now

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Gemini! (i’m cray)

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

Hazel

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

Yes!

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

of course..

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

none sadly lol

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

there isn’t a book near me and I did not feel like getting up so oops

(16) Favourite Anime?

If i had to pick i’d say Teen Titans but i’m not really into anime

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

hmmm...I actually do not remember

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

bad halloween costumes

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

leftover burrito bowl from izzos

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

absolutely

(21) Favourite Animal?

a fox or a great white shark or all the animals ever tbh

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

I suck....no...

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

school nights by 11 pm...weekends tho? that changes dramatically

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

nope

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

ocean!!! I love the waves!!

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

ohhh...any legends of tomorrow blog :)

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

hmm...bottled water sounds v refreshing rn

(28) What Makes You Happy?

feeling loved by my friends and family. simplicity. 

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

ugh..too difficult lol

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

without music. But doing projects I like to listen to music

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

doggy

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

uhhhhhhhhhhh

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

XBOX!!!

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

ocean

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

yeth

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

white!

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

yes!

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

lol sadly I spend it

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

a bar wristband lol

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

legends of tomorrow...

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

oh I’m sure I have

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

I think so

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

not really.

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

HATE. I swear I died in a plane crash in another life

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

Marley and me, 12 years a slave, fury, toy story 3. lol those were just at the top of my head

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

hmmm..Sunflower seeds

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

Queen WITH Freddie!!!

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

not even slightly

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

sometimes

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

I don’t really fear it but if its loud enough it can scare me

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

sure!

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

not too loud

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

carve punkin!!!

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

Drunk in love lol

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

summerrrrr

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now?

sushi...always sushi..

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

too much work

(58) What Is Your Gender?

Female!

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

tea!

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

thank god no. Finals just ended I am home freeeeeee

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

sometimes lol

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

I like growlith 

(64) Favourite Social Media?

Right now i’m going through a twitter phase but usually its tumblr

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

i’m starting to get into it. Used to strictly like snapchat but I kinda dig insta stories now

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

I miss my mom yes

(67) Are You A Virgin?

no

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

ugh idk the name of it lol. some kinda shit for frizzy hair

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

probably a motel room

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

yes!

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

hmmmm....the next suicide squad movie whenever that comes out

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

nah

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

ugh idk lol - me

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

I’m not really biased about eye color

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

I do get excited when I see a swing set but it always made me kinda nauseas being on one haha sad...

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

some kind of cabbage roll thing my dad made. It was good!

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

WAAAAY too many

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

absolutely. Its a human being lol

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

Oh i’m sure

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

duh

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

yes!

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

i used to in high school. not so much anymore

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

closed!

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

made breakfast, went to work, walked my roomies dog and played with her

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

nike shorts and t shirt typically

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

uhhhh....pony tails....

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

used to be a night person but now im a day person

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

too many lol but I’ll say i LOVE the tomb raider series!! Can’t wait for the next one!

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

I had a dream once about a t-rex ripping the roof off my bedroom and staring up at it and the stars. I was a tiny kid but for some reason I always remember that one

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

dr. pepper!

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

hmmm...i don’t really know

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

sweats for sureeee

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

like a hot mess

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

lying on the couch with a bad movie on

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

I already have two but if i were to get another one it would be a mati symbol, or evil eye!

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

uhhhhhh