#I actually had a conversation with a friend the other day about DreamWorks

[dragonnnfly]

“Loss of limb, (just one if it helps)”

13 years later and I still can’t believe Dreamworks had the balls to just amputate a 15-year old kid and handled it in like the best way possible.

DreamWorks has always had such mature themes now that I think about it, and they introduced them and handled them in a way that seems so natural to children.

Hiccup’s amputation is such a good example.

DreamWorks didn’t gloss over it either, and even they continued, in every show and every movie from then on, to show what it’s like living with a disability like that. There were some things Hiccup had a harder time doing than before, but in no way did it get in the way of his goals and dreams.

I didn’t understand how important that was when I was a child, watching the movie for the first time, but I understand it now.

DreamWorks has guts, and I’m so happy that they do

[herprincess]

Melody had always wondered what her life would be like without a family of fame.

From being trained on how to react to paparazzi and literally growing up with it, to the lack of privacy, Melody didn’t really know what a normal life would feel like for herself. But she would see videos of little kids getting pushed on a swing by their mother or father without being swarmed with flashes from cameras.  This was Melodys dream for as long as she could remember.

Yeah, she had everything and everyone at her fingertips, and ‘mommys money’, but none of that could buy the childhood she wish she had. Her Uncle Veneer had always understood when she would tell him this. She recalled a conversation she had with him a few days before.

“Uncle Veneer?” Melody peeped in the doorway of her uncles office, spotting him at the desk doing some paperwork for the show he was currently featuring in. After her mother and him had been released from prison, he had pursued a career in acting and was pretty big in the buisness. Veneer turned around, his eyes lighting up his now sixteen year old niece.

“Hey, Mellybelle! What’s up?” Melody sighed semi-dramatically and crashed onto one of the two office seats placed infront of Veneers desk. 

“Do you ever wish you weren’t famous? Like, you had the same life before you and mommy we’re singers?”

Veneer wasn’t to surprised that she’d asked that. He’d seen it coming. He had always wondered how she had felt about her life. He had actually experienced a normal upper middle class suburban childhood and a typical teenage life up until they were about 17 and a half and the whole scandal happened, so he didn’t really know her inner thoughts.

“Well, some of the time,” he starts, “I sometimes think about how different my life would be. Me and your mom had it all planned out. We would both be ER nurses and do shifts at the same time like we were on Greys Anatomy or something.” He laughed to himself at the memory.

Melody cocks her head to the side and made a perplexed face. “…Really?”

He nods with a half smile. “Yeah, before Vel was all into fame and singing, she was really into nursing. That’s all she talked about. Pediatrics, specifically.”

“I wish she would’ve just done that.” Melody grumbled, resting her head in her hand with a pout that resembled when Velvet didn’t get her way.

“Is that what this is about?” he set the pen down that he was using and focused more on Melody. “It’s okay girl, spill. I know you’ve been holding this in.” 

Melody smiled up at him, he always understood her. “Well… I like the attention from the public, but only sometimes. I want to go to the mall with all my friends without getting drowned by paparazzi. I wish I’d grown up a bit differently, but I don’t want to make mommy upset. Or you. You both worked so hard after prison and after I was born to give me a good life, and I feel kind of ungrateful, but…” Melody trailed off. She didn’t really know where she was going with that, she was just pouring out what she’d been holding in.

He nodded. “I hear ya. You aren’t making me upset, Mel. I know it’s hard seeing all your friends get to do everything you can’t. It’s a consequence of me and your moms actions, I’m sorry, Mellybug.” He frowns at her, opening his arms for a hug.

When she was little she would call them ‘Vennyhugs.’ she remembered that at the perfect time.

“Thank you, I really need a Vennyhug right now.” She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. Veneer gasped.

“Ahhh! You remember!” He threw his arms around her happily. She couldn’t stop smiling for hours after, knowing that someone other than her mom understood her.

Melody decided ‘fuck the paparazzi’ that day. Let them see her. She’d even pose for some pictures! Her friends asked her to go to get ice cream with them, probably expecting the same answer as always, but Melody was determined to go. And would! Velvet had already told her she could go.

She obviously had to get dressed first, though. She put a finger on her chin, examining each shirt, dress, skirt, and pants in her huge 2 story walk in closet This was one of the things she definitely appreciated about Velvet and Veneers fame. She decided on a pink spaghetti strap crop top with matching pink low rise flared pants that had gems shaping in a heart embedded on the back pockets. She then got a pair of silver open toed heels to match the silver gems on her pockets. She then put her hair in two bubble braids, and spun in the mirror, happy with her work.

“Mommyyy!” Melody didn’t care how old she was, Velvet would always be ‘mommy’ to her.

Velvet looked up from her phone. “Aww! Look at my baby! You ate that outfit! Your all grown up, huh.” She stuck her bottom lip out jokingly.

“Mommy, no one says ‘ate’ anymore.” Melody giggled and hugged Velvet. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Let me feel young.”

“Your only thirty s-“ Velvet cut her off with a gag. “Do not remind me, young lady. Ewww, I’m old and shriveled!” She shuddered, running her hands along her arms.

Melody looked at her, confused. “Doesn’t the magazines literally ask you to feature and tell how your keep your skin and figure so perfect?” 

Velvet shrugged. “Well, go have fun with your friends! Take your glittery white car, that would be the least expensive to replace if you crash.”

“Mommyyy! I’m not gonna crash it!” Melody says sheepishly, remembering the 2 cars she’d already crashed, somehow always escaping without a scratch. “Mhmmm.” Velvet laughs and kisses her daughter on the forehead.

Orchid stood at the foot of the staircase, arms folded across her chest, she looked like she disapproved. "Melody, darling, do you really think that outfit is appropriate?" she asked, her tone gentle but firm.

Melody paused, her hand smoothing down the fabric of her crop top nervously. "What's wrong with it, Mama? I'm just going out with my friends."

Orchid sighed, her gaze softening as she approached her daughter. "I know, Melody, but you're still my little girl. And that top...well, it just seems a bit...revealing."

Melody almost rolled her eyes to the sky, but that was her mama. A touch of frustration creeped into her voice. "Mama, I'm sixteen. I'm not a kid anymore. Besides, all my friends wear stuff like this." All Orchid could see while Melody was fussing was a kid. She still saw the little five year old in high pigtails and rainbow sneakers.

Orchid reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of Melody's hair behind her ear. "I understand, lovebug. But you have a different life than they do.”

Melody's shoulders slumped, how many times had she heard that? “I know, Mama, but I’m gonna be careful, I promise." She whined, giving Orchid her best puppy eyes that darted from Velvet back to her. Orchid looked at Velvet who was nodding her head, signaling ‘let her go.’

Orchid smiled and sighed, giving in. "That's all I ask. Have fun, but remember, you'll always be my little girl."

“I know I will. Always.”

[invisibleraven]

OMG all the sleep prompts are amazing! 13 and peterpatterlina?

"Movie night!" Reggie exclaimed as he opened the door to Julie's place. Julie giggled and waved, pointing at the phone to her ear.

"No papi, it's just Reggie and Luke, we're gonna veg out and watch a few movies. Yes I'll tell him." She put a hand over the phone and smirked at Reggie. "My dad says hi."

"Hi Ray!" Reggie yelled back, beaming with happiness. Look, he knew it was weird to have such fondness for the dad of his best friend, but Ray had always been kind to him, being more of a father than Reggie's own any day.

Julie went back to talking to her dad, and Reggie started setting up the living room for movie night. Comfy blankets? Check. Stack of movies queued up? Check? Drinks provided by him? Check, getting Julie's preferred sparkling water, and pop for him and Luke. Who was in charge of snacks. And was late. Again.

Julie had finally ended her phone call when Luke busted in, bags of snacks in hand, a sheepish expression on his face. "Sorry, I got caught up..."

"Songwriting, we know lindo," Julie finished for him, accepting the food. A good mix of gummy treats, salty snacks, and chocolate, all of which they mixed together and shared between them. They all settled on the couch, starting their agreed upon movie; The Corpse Bride.

"Man, Tim Burton is not a great dude, but this movie fucking slaps," Luke commented as they finished singing along to The Remains of the Day.

"Love triangles are so stupid though," Julie complained. "He loves them both, they both love him. I mean, aside from the whole dead thing, por qué no los dos?"

"I think children's movies aren't a place to introduce polyamory. Case in point, The Road to El Dorado," Reggie answered. "Those three were a definite throuple, but Dreamworks would never."

"It's not just animated movies. Singin' In The Rain anyone?" Luke piped in. "Actually... I know I already chose my movie for this week but can we sub it out for some good old Gene Kelly?"

Julie and Reggie heartily agreed, and once the movie was over and they had a little break to stretch, use the bathroom, and get comfy once more, the overture was playing. However, by the time that Good Morning was playing, the three of them were drooping, a result of long days, being full of food, and ultimately, being so comfy together.

Luke dropped first, his head pillowed on Reggie's shoulder, smacking his lips together before sighing contentedly. Julie was next, snuggling in to Reggie's other side, soft puffs of breath hitting his neck, making him shiver, her curls tickling his nose. Reggie finally gave in last, trying valiantly to see the movie through, but drifting off before the dance sequence even finished, head tilted back and snoring softly.

As dawn broke the next morning, Julie blinked awake, seeing her boys still asleep on the couch next to her. Tried not to think about how much better it would be if they were hers, and they had woken up together snuggled in her bed instead of with cricks in their necks on her couch. But given their soft smiles as they awoke, and their conversation from last night still playing in all of their minds, Julie wondered if the reality wasn't as far off as she imagined.

[kingofthewilderwest]

If Shrek can be selected by the National Film Registry, then why not HTTYD??

I was thinking about National Film Registry stuff last night!!! actually the National Recording Registry but same dif Did you read my mind, friend? XD

As cool as How to Train Your Dragon is, and as much as I’m an enduring fan of it, I would never say that it has had the same widespread and culturally upheaving impact Shrek has. Whether or not a movie is an exceptional story, quality piece of art, or was well-liked by audiences isn’t what this registry is for. I would be disappointed if the Library of Congress ever turned it into that. It’s heritage, not a curation of taste. I do believe that any inclusion in the National Film Registry (or their audio inventories, etc.) should be reserved solely for materials that indisputably, without-shadow-of-a-doubt hold unique cultural information or societally made a mark. When I heard that Shrek was selected for the National Film Registry, I nodded vigorously, with great satisfaction, and said, “Good!” because I wholeheartedly agree it is that influential of a film.

Shrek was right at the start of “realistic” 3D animated films. Story-wise, Shrek reversed the idea of animated fairy tales being good-natured family-friendly material, intentionally stabbing at the Disney formula and throwing in crude and irreverent humor. It threw me for a loop. I remember when Shrek came out as a kid; my classmates were all in a hubbub and I didn’t even *see* the movie until years later. And that talk of Shrek hasn’t abated even as the years have passed.

To this day, you expect most people around you know the pop music in the Shrek soundtrack. To this day, I hear people around me in multiple generations quoting Shrek (“Ogres are like onions” is one my friends use frequently). To this day, how movies get made and presented, what styles of humor they incorporate, how they metatextually interact with the sources they were inspired from, etc. draws largely from Shrek.

Shrek is a cultural phenomenon.

How to Train Your Dragon is not. It’s a large franchise, it’s beautiful storytelling, and it’s successful for DreamWorks, but in twenty years I won’t hear people singing For the Dancing and the Dreaming in public on a regular basis. People don’t recognize the HTTYD soundtrack score as readily as Star Wars. I’ve seen many other films have more commercial success than HTTYD, but are already “forgotten” by the broader public in everyday conversation. Whereas twenty years later, it’s still relevant for me to slam open a door and scream, “♫ someBODY...! ♫”

People like @peachdoxie​ would be even better talking about the impact Shrek has had, but I don’t want to put Peach on the spot or expect you to spend the time there. XD

[shadlad24]

Five Funny Little Moments #10: Hooves and Harlots

So, this episode, just like the one before it (though I didn’t mention it then) is a giant mess of ridiculousness. But it’s even moreso! Holy moly, is the nonsense through the roof this time around! *so happy* XD That made it hard to choose which moments to highlight, but here we go.

.

Terreis saying this and being completely wrong on two or three counts. 

First, Amazons try to rescue each other? Says the princess whose guard totally avoided her while she was being shot and then didn’t come out of hiding until well after the coast was clear. Second, welp; Amazons definitely don’t protect non-Amazons. So, Terreis is right on that count. She and her guard left their prisoners—one whose sword they had taken from her and the other who was already completely defenseless—to straight-up die. But third, oh, please. Amazons aren’t the only people who’d risk self-sacrifice to protect another person, obviously. -_- / X)

Gabrielle feeling weird with really good reason. Not only is she wearing a dead girl’s clothes, she’s wearing the clothes the poor girl friggin died in (which, quick side notes: they must be made of the same stuff Xena’s back is LOL + Did the Amazons strip Terreis’s body, then turn around and give the outfit to Gabrielle? And she just raced over to her new house to put it on? Wut?)! She gets over her discomfort pretty quick, though... and, like, poor Terreis, man! This girl dies, and not a single character actually mourns her. Instead, her friends and family have a dance party, whoop it up, troll the new girl, etc. And that new girl, whom Terreis highly honored with her right of caste, shivers in delight to get all of Terreis’s stuff and otherwise revels just about her whole time in Amazonia.

Xena really renewing her commitment to super dramatic timing. I mean, when she tells Ephiny that they have to hurry, it’s like 6PM going by the establishing shot of the moon. Gabrielle then engages in a goofball dance celebration and learns that she has to kill Phantes, Xena and Ephiny do some in-fighting, forensics, strategizing, sneaking, and baddie-confronting and beating, the episode makes a point of showing us the sunrise… and altogether eighteen hours go by before Xena shows up to stop the execution.

This jam-packed scene in which all kinds of hilarious things happen. One, Ephiny teleports all over the place. Two, Xena takes over as Amazon queen despite only being the princess’s champion. Three, Gabrielle looks to her right and sees nothing out of the ordinary, only for Melosa to glance that way a second later and get freaked out, ’cuz, hello, the whole centaur army is right there! (I guess this is a converse-to-Xena instance of Gabrielle re-re-reestablishing her commitment to obliviousness? XD) Four, Gabrielle proves her earlier statement / that she learned her lesson in “Dreamworker” by throwing down Xena’s sword twice in a row (teleporting in between throws, by the way)… after Xena throws it down too. Poor sword. XP Five? Well, that deserves its own special recognition though it begins here. Can you guess from the obvious hint below?

When you realize that the little dude who by Xena simply taking his spear from him and knocking him aside, ends up with a dislocated rib that nearly suffocates him to death… is actually a GOAT. No, not the animal, and no, not a satyr. He’s still a centaur. But also, the greatest. Of. All! Time! Because, not only does he get stabbed in the chest through what has to be gnarly bruise and then a friggin hand shoved in there too (chest, dagger, and hand definitely not sanitized prior to the procedure, of course)… dude comes back ready for combat the next day! And he isn’t just ready to fight the Amazons and then Krykus’s army, oh no! Mesas runs at full-speed pulling the Amazon queen, her friend, and her chariot into battle too! Daaang, son!

[chairismaticchair]

Star Crossed Enemies

Happy Holidays @yellowartistsunshine ! @sanderssidesgiftxchange

Summary:  When two rival theatre majors get cast as the leads in "Romeo and Juliet", something blossoms between them. Something beautiful.

This is Roceit, there are some swears. I had lots of fun writing this, especially since this was my first roceit fic!

If Roman despised a single person in the world with all his body and soul, that would be Janus Taylor. He hated how snagging lead roles in plays and musicals always became a fight between them. He hated how smug Janus constantly acted. He hated his stupidly posh accent that was only really obvious when he was on stage performing Shakespeare. He hated how he couldn't have any straight (not that it was possible with Roman any other way) or slightly logical conversation with Janus. He hated him, from the tip of his dumb black beanie, to the soles of his beige loafers. Overall, he hated Janus.

Whenever they passed in the college, there would be a flurry of middle fingers and middle-school-grade insults like "shit head" and "dumbass" thrown about with as much malice as two theatre majors could. They seemed to lose all common sense when in the mere vicinity of each other, instead becoming caricatures of theatre rivals. Arguably, that was exactly what they were.

"Taylor." Roman spat out. "I heard the LGBTQ+ Club's  putting up another play soon. Suppose you're going to want the lead role. But it's mine." He declared, as if no one had expected Roman Diaz Santos to want the lead role. 

Decei - shit sorry, Janus hissed back. "I heard it's gonna be Shakespeare, and guess who always gets Shakespeare roles? Me. Shithead." He added the “shithead” as an afterthought, as if this was his first rivalry and he had almost forgotten rule #315 of the Rivalry Book of Rivals.

They then tossed each other middle fingers like mutual salutes and marched off, heads held up high and refusing to turn back.

"Man, Janus really is a dick isn't he?" Roman complained to his best friend Virgil Teo, who sighed.

"Yes, Roman. Just like the -" He pulled out a notebook and made a little mark. "534 other times you've told me. This year. I don't even know what's that bad about him." 

"Well of course you don't get it. You two dated freshman year. Honestly, I thought you had better taste."

"And I do. That's why we broke up." Virgil slapped Roman's shoulder playfully. "Who are you to insult my dating life? You haven't had a single date since the start of college."

"I've had dates." Roman protested.

"Bad dates, Princey. Those don't count. Maybe you could send it to the Guinness World Records."

Roman gasped in mock annoyance. "How dare you, Virgil.” He gave a wistful sigh. “Anyways, I just want to find my soulmate. They’re out there, I can just feel it. A Juliet or Julien to my Romeo.”

"You're always are full of bullshit, aren't you, Roman?"

---

Patton, a senior, walked up to the front of the leture theatre and tapped the teacher on the shoulder. He whispered something in her ear and the teacher sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose frustratedly. "Hi! The LGBTQ+ Club is putting up two Shakespeare plays for this November! The first one will be a gay Romeo and Juliet, called Romeo and Julien. The other will be a sapphic 'Much Ado about Nothing'. Audition sign ups start next week Monday and end on Friday! Thank you!" Patton was very chirpy for 8 a.m. .

Now, this was when shit hit the fan and our story gets exciting. Roman turned to Virgil enthusiastically. "I'm totally auditioning for Romeo." Meanwhile, all students in the near vicinity who wanted Romeo's role sighed in unison.

Across the lecture theatre, Janus turned to his friend Remus excitedly. "I'm auditioning for Julien! This is gonna be great."

"For fucks sake." Someone in the near vicinity groaned and his friend patted his back sympathetically. 

---

Roman sat outside the auditorium, swinging his feet while waiting for his turn to audition. Walking down the corridor, Janus turned to Roman and picked up the chair beside him. He moved 6 feet away and plopped the chair down.

"So, Santos." He started, staring intensely at the auditorium door.

Roman found his shoes absolutely riveting. "Yeah?"

"What role are you auditioning for?" 

Tapping the side of his chair, Roman said, "The lead one, obviously."

"Oh." Janus paused and turned to look directly at Roman. Sticking out his hand, he gave him a slight smile. "Well may the best one win."

Roman took the hand hesitantly. "Yeah Janus. Break a leg."

---

The large board outside the auditorium was a crowd favourite among students. It was constantly updated with rehearsal times, casting choices and upcoming performances, you know, the classic cool stuff.

Roman and Janus were the first to arrive at the board and glanced at each other before looking down the corridor with longing. 

A boy with big circular wire framed glasses bounded down the corridor, an A4 paper in his hand. He waved excitedly at the two in front of him. "Hi Roman! Hi Janus! Waiting for results?"

The two nodded in synchronisation. 

"Oh, well I got them here!" He got out a stapler and stapled the paper to the board, the sleeves of his turquoise hoodie large and dangly. 

Romeo: Roman Diaz Santos

Julien: Janus Taylor

The two boys turned to each other in horror.

"Y - you mean -"

"You thought-"

"Julien."

"Romeo."

"WAS THE LEAD ROLE?"

The boy, Patton, looked at them in amusement. "Well, you both got main roles, so congrats! Rehearsals start in two weeks and I'll give you guys your scripts tomorrow. Have fun!" 

He patted them both on the back before heading off, skip in his step.

Janus and Roman turned to look at each other in horror once more. 

---

There is a moment in one's life, where they will reflect on everything they have done, and wonder what mistakes they had made to lead them down this path. As Roman flipped through the script Patton had handed him, that was exactly what he was doing. "You mean to say, I have to kiss this - this snake 5 times? Outrageous. Unacceptable."

They sat in a circle, everyone who participated in the play knee against knee. It was far too close for comfort and Roman was probably going to vomit onto the rest of the cast.

Virgil, who was in charge of lights and sound and sitting next to him, smirked. "Princey, this is literally a play about you two in love. 5 kisses are the minimum."

"And I am right here, you know." Janus looked slightly offended, leaning over and looking at Roman, who was a Virgil away. "And I'm not that bad at kissing. Ask Virgil. "

Virgil choked. 

Before Roman could retort, Patton interrupted them. "Okay guys! Don't forget to practice your lines. Rehearsals start in two weeks so I hope you manage to memorise some of your lines."

As they left the auditorium, Roman whispered to Virgil. "Is Janus actually good at kissing?"

Virgil just shrugged.

Patton called after the leaving group. "Roman? Janus? Please get whatever feud is going on between you two and throw it away. You two need to cooperate so that we can all work together. Go bond over the next few days. Thanks!”

Bond? With Janus? Roman never wanted to hear those words in the same sentence ever again. There was an odd creeping feeling that grew in his stomach and crawled up his throat invasively. It was foreign and weird. Maybe an allergic reaction.

“Oy! Janus! We probably have to - to get to know each other better.” Roman could feel heat spreading from his toes all the way to his cheeks. Why was he blushing? He should not be blushing. “So, do you wanna go grab some food tonight?”

Janus’ eyes widened and he physically stepped back. He pointed at Roman, before pointing back at himself. “You? Offering me? Dinner?” 

Roman shot a wink at Janus cheekily, before turning around to hide his blush. What was he doing? He never flirted with his rival. Was that even flirting? Tugging his hair down in a pitiful attempt to hide his burning red ears, he turned to Virgil. 

Virgil wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, before elbowing Roman in the side. “Stepping up your game, Santos? Impressive.” 

Roman blushed even harder, and looked away. 

---

Roman had had his fair share of dates, if that was what you called a dinner like this, and he never knew what to say. He pulled out his best card. 

“So...ya like jazz?” 

Janus choked on his iced lemon tea. "Fucking Bee Movie?” 

“Well, you do wear black and yellow 80% of the time, so you clearly like bees. Ergo, Bee Movie.”

An eyebrow was raised. “Impressive. You almost sound as smart as Logan.”

“I wish. He’s an absolute genius.” Logan was studying law, would probably become the valedictorian, and was dating Patton. Truly a legend.

“What’s your favourite animated movie then?” Janus asked. “Mine certainly is not the Bee Movie. There are loads of better Dreamworks films. I love Megamind."

“Oh, Megamind is really good! Choosing a favourite… that’s so hard though!” Roman bounced in his seat. Another movie lover? Perhaps, Janus wasn't too bad.  

Janus laughed and the food must have been tainted or something, because Roman’s heart skipped several beats. 

---

“Right! Let’s start at Act 1, Scene 5. You guys are at the party and this is when Romeo meets Julien for the first time. Action.” Patton, perched on the edge of a chair, announced, eyes shining with excitement. 

Roman glanced over at Janus, clad in a hoodie and jeans. He was flipping through his script and mumbling lines to himself. It was their first rehearsal so they were still allowed to look at their scripts. It also happened to be their first kiss scene. Pink tinted Roman's cheeks at the thought. Kiss… Janus? The two words seemed so foreign next to each other, yet they felt as though they were meant to be. He couldn't stop his eyes lingering over Janus' light pink lips. He turned away quickly, glancing at his script. Romeo kisses Julien.

Romeo.

Kisses.

Julien.

Shaking his head, he looked up at the people on stage, waiting for his cue. He had to stop thinking so much. Thoughts were dangerous. Who knows where they may lead?

Roman wondered what Janus' lips tasted like.

Oh for fucks sake. 

Okay, this was getting ridiculous. Roman shoved his face back into the script, mumbling his lines under his breath and waiting for his queue to come on stage.

Stepping onto the stage, he channeled Romeo Shakespearean thoughts. It was a little hard in his button up shirt and jeans, but he was a professional. “What lord is that which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?” He gestured towards Janus. 

A server bowed politely. “I know not, sir.”

“Oh, he doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems he hangs upon the cheek of night. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. As yonder lord o'er his fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch his place of stand. And, touching his, make blessèd my rude hand.” He spoke to the audience, but couldn’t help think about how accurate this was. Janus too, was really hot. 

Roman spoke some more about how hot Julien was, and the rest of the rehearsal was a blur. He wasn’t Roman anymore. In front of this audience? He was Romeo, a rich lovestruck teenager. 

Then suddenly, he found himself staring into Janus’ eyes, and he was Roman all over again. 

Janus’ eyes, a deep, rich brown that gave Roman a steady look, pierced into Roman’s heart. He spoke towards the audience, but he sounded so genuine and sincere as he uttered his lines. “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”

Roman gave Janus a soft smile, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take.”

Closing his eyes, he leaned in and brushed Janus’ lips. It was hesitant, and soft, and he could hear Janus' quiet gasp, as if he wasn't expecting it. It was barely a kiss, more like a peck, but Roman could feel heat rushing into his cheeks. “Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.” He said, loud enough for the audience to hear him.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took?” Janus cocked his head to the side, looking far more innocent and coy than Roman had ever seen him behave before.

“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” This time, Janus stood on tiptoes and kissed him. A proper kiss that made the butterflies in his stomach flutter, and Roman wanted to stay like that forever and ever. The scent of Janus' cologne made him giddy and he took Janus' hands, pulling him closer. On one hand, they were playing parts in a play, and on the other hand, everything felt oh so real, from the hoodie toggles that tickled his button up shirt to Janus' soft fingers gripping his hands tightly.

When they finally pulled away, Roman gazed at Janus' shining brown eyes in what must have been a lovestruck expression. He found his Julien.

---

"You BITCH!" Virgil slapped the study table violently.

"What did I do?"

"1 year. 1 fucking year of you making fun of me falling for a white guy and here you are, falling for the exact same white guy." Virgil looked vaguely irritated. "Even my mom was like," He put his hand at his ear like a phone and did an exaggerated Chinese accent. "Aiyah ah boy, I know you like boys, but an angmoh gao is too too much already. But don't worry lah, 4 months is not long, you still can leave him.” Do you even know what that means, you ass?”

He suddenly burst out in laughter. "This is great, it's my turn to poke fun." He rubbed his hands together excitedly. "What was the kiss like? Was it...spicy?"

"Weren't you there?"

"Yeah, but I want a personal recount. Actually, no. Give me the P.E.E.L. format. Point, evidence, example and link on Janus' kissing skills. Go." 

"Oh, er. Janus was a… good kisser?" Roman didn't kiss much. "Um, point. His hair is all fluffy and I feel it brushing against my forehead, which gives me butterflies and this warm tingly sensation that ran through my body and gave me goosebumps. And he makes this noise whenever we kiss that is so cute, he honestly sounds genuinely surprised whenever it happens, even though we're following a script. And his cologne smells so good, oh my god I need to get the brand name, it's like kinda ashy, but not quite and it was a bit light, like a nice stroll in a forest. Holy shit it smelled nice. And-"

Virgil raised an eyebrow and paused Roman's tangent. "He wore cologne? He never wears cologne."

"Oh." Roman's eyes widened. 

"Maybe…" Virgil wiggled his eyebrows. "He wore it for the kiss scene." 

The heat that decided to congregate on Roman's cheeks was undeniable. "Why - why would he do that?" 

"He likes you, ya dumbass. And he wanted to impress you, so he decided that hoodie plus beanie plus cologne was a good combo."

Roman stared at his feet. "It was."

Virgil stood up and patted Roman on the head comfortingly. "There, there, it's alright. White guys aren't all that bad."

"Oh fuck off."

Virgil bowed and shot Roman the finger. Truly a man of eloquence and class. Roman opened a picture on his phone from his date with Janus. Janus was smiling, and Roman could feel himself smiling too as he looked at the picture of Janus. Of his Julien.

[megaminds-destiny]

You know that moment in a movie, where the hero has tried to defeat the villain, they have failed and now they’re all upset, feeling like they can’t do it, and later on somebody comes up and talks to them and tells them they actually are good enough, and if they try again they will get it right, ect, ect.

This is not one of those moments.

Not by a long shot... in a way it sort of looks like one, and chances are that is what DreamWorks intended it to be, but if we just get straight down to things, Megamind had absolutely every right to say what he said in this scene.

I know that here, he definitely has doubt that he could ever defeat Titan. It would be foolish to even consider that he could beat him to be honest. After knowing closely, and blowing up Metro Man unsuccessfully especially, but that is actually entirely besides the point. In reality, it’s not even about whether he could defeat Titan or not, it’s whether Roxanne even has the right to actually ask him that in the first place.

Megamind was assigned to the role of villain at birth. He did everything that he could to tear himself away from that position, and aimed to become the exact opposite. This resulted continuously in abuse and punishment. Verbally, physically, implicative, you name the method, and that’s how the message was conveyed. Now... as a child, he thought to himself that what he wanted, what he was interested in doing, becoming, was important, and he wanted to prove that he could be good. But the world beat it into him that he was not. Is was actually in fact his Destiny, that he become a villain. It was actually HIS fault that all this abuse was inflicted upon him, his fault for trying to be something that he was not meant to be. Destiny, they hit a keyword there. ‘Destined for’ had a special place in his heart, as the last words his father had ever spoken to him, and without the need for that to be communicated out loud, it was picked up on by those around him, and used to get him to do as he was told, and accept whatever happened to him, while conveniently taking away his right to speak up or defend himself about it. So as well as that, at this point it’s become a spiritual thing, where people are actually using a Divine Entity as a logic system to convince Megamind that he actually has no say in the matter. In fact, if he tried to change who he was Destined to be, it would affect the balance of the universe- there can’t be any ‘Yang with no Yin,’ and this is the way the world stays ‘Perfect and Rosy’. If he were to fight this, it would not only destroy the balance, possibly the world, and hurt other people if he succeeded, but also there was no chance that he could succeed because Destiny ultimately had the control- not Megamind. And he would suffer continuous punishment for as long as he disobeyed. This is mental manipulation, and the way you convince someone to believe things that are absurd or untrue. (Similar to a cult, or abusive parent/child relationship)

So where’s the relevance in this? It IS relevant, because this is the mindset and logic system that Megamind has been following for his entire life. Believing with all his heart that his suffering in the past was the result of his own disobedience to the universe itself, and the only way to not be punished, the only right thing to do was to be a villain, as shown. And so? He stayed a villain all his life, and did the absolute best job of it that he could. Made a life out of it. Plotted and scemed, carried out his evil plans, got caught, sent to prison, escaped and repeated the process over and over. It worked. But of course, it came with it’s fair share of cons. Isolation. He never got to have a real family, it’s up to our imagination how the prison inmates treated him as a child, but even so they aren’t there with him anymore. Rejection. A lot of it. It was just a part of being a villain. He was accepted in a way, as a brilliant bad guy, but nothing more than that. He was never given the space to actually hope that one day he could have a friend other than Minion, he could have a relationship with somebody kind to him, or a family of his own in any regard. Purposeless. In the fact that while he does have a ‘purpose’, it’s not actually up to him whether that was what he wanted to do or not. And while we already know he makes the best of it all that he possibly can (as a result of acceptance and the sheer positivity and optimism of his character) it hurts him in the way that he will never feel what freedom is like, and he will never be granted the right to choice. He’s stripped of his right to go after his dreams of being a hero.

It would be hard enough if... if say somebody actually took the time and went to the effort to explain to him the truth... it would be extremely difficult to accept that the reason he was living this way all his life against his genuine will, was because a bunch of people wanted to be assholes and push him around for no valid reason. That’s how school kids are, but nobody seems to have ever stepped in. He wasn’t doing anyone any favours, and he should have been allowed to - in fact it should have been his right as a sentient being to get the choice in how he wanted to think, behave and live his life (without hurting anybody else or taking away someone else’s freedom). The prison actually had no right to keep him hostage as a baby/child, and somebody should have been there to protect him when he was being bullied. He needed and he deserved to have somebody step in in his defence, and tell him the truth about his situation. Long ago. Not now. And not like this- as a demand, without explanation, incompatible to the logic system, without acknowledging his current pattern of thinking (where it came from and how it came about) it can’t be disregarded, because this is what he does to survive. To not be tortured, punished, or suffer consequences. To do the right thing, follow the rules, keep the city, keep Destiny happy. He is in no position where he can just drop these rules and this logic system that he follows! His hands are metaphorically tied. Roxanne has offered him no alternative thinking pattern whatsoever, the idea is not compatible. She might as well have suggested he go and throw himself off a cliff, but even that wouldn’t have held the consequence of failing the Destiny he was assigned at birth, and throwing the universe out of whack. It already felt like he had messed with the balance enough as it was.

But wait there’s more! This discussion they had just had with Metro Man, was not encouraging as the former super hero had seemed to have intended. In fact, it was about as far from encouraging as he could have possibly got. Metro Man, in Megamind’s mind had basically told them that he didn’t feel obligated to his role as the ‘Yang’. He admitted that he didn’t really care, in fact he thought that the entire thing about fighting each other was just silliness. They were just messing around. There was no Divine Power, he never felt obligated to fill his assigned role. If the universe went out of whack because he decided he’d rather mess around with a guitar instead of mess around playing hero, then somebody else should do something about it. If the Universe really needed someone to fill this empty ‘Yang’ position, then why can’t Megamind just do it. Heck, maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that somebody else became a villain and pushed Megamind out of his role. Things were at an imbalance now, but all Megamind had to do was become a hero and he done with it. Problem hecking solved. No more Metro Man needed. But wait a second just hold up there Mr Jackass sir... why was it then, that when Megamind attempted to escape his role as ‘Yin’, he got so severely punished? How actually was it, that Metro Man managed to get off Scott free? As if in Metro Man’s own words- everyone in the whole city had a choice. Except the actual person being forced into things was actually Megamind. All his life, he is not only forced into this position he never chose, but also forced to accept it, forced to believe it’s actually a good thing, told directly that what he wants doesn’t matter, and that he is not allowed to question/rebel/change his mind/quit- ever. With consequences in place, waiting for him to slip up. And along comes Metro Man who’s been given the position Megamind sees as a GIFT, where he doesn’t miss out on connection, conversation, relationships, acceptance, love, affection, validation, just people actually liking him and caring about him and the only thing he really misses out on is... a choice apparently? For Metro Man to be preaching to Megamind how unfair it was that he didn’t have a choice in being a hero, when he was the one who actually initiated the whole thing in the first place, made up all these rules and pretended that all of this stuff was fact. But the worst part is... he still didn’t tell him that. Metro Man still, didn’t tell Megamind that he ought to have a choice in the matter too.

Roxanne is a smart woman, and she’s a reporter too. I don’t think there’s any way that she doesn’t know about Megamind’s background, therefore why he thinks the way he does. (And if not she never stopped to ask him why he thinks this way) I don’t think she had the right to ask this of him, to try to defeat Titan, as a hero, when just the night before she had actively participated in being one of those people who forced him into his role by not only rejecting him, but also saying to him that he would never get the chance to change his mind about who he wants to be. Because of what he’s done, and who his is- he can never change. She is the one who told him that, and for her to have the nerve to then turn around and suggest that it is up to him to change his Destiny, when Destiny has always been the one controlling/disciplining him... it’s just not a fair thing to ask at all. Especially after everything that while they were inside, Metro Man had just told him. That had already been just a massive slap in the face, and what Roxanne said to him afterwards was ultimately just another one. He has the right to be in grief. She was surprised at him, but genuinely there was no other reactions in the bank to be had.

[plttwrld]

— tohru’s dependents

characters. arom kunthong, matsuoka tohru, suh jules, shin yeji

genre. slice of life, crack

warnings. cursing, not proofread

about. tohru is, most certainly, not being paid enough for putting up with her members

“that’s it. i’ve had enough,” with a solemn gesture, and her will to live nowhere to be seen, arrow primly places her pencil between the pages of her notebook and pushes it with the tip of her fingers, as if she was dealing with some sort of highly contagious and inminent plague. “it was a fun ride with you guys but i’m quitting school.”

"you won’t be doing such thing, arrow,” tohru, who doesn’t even bother into taking her eyes off her own textbook, slowly slides arrow’s notebook right back to her. “now stop your tomfoolery and get over with the dang essay, jesus.”

“i’m going to die.”

and she procceds to plop over the small table and break down in what seems to be a sorrowful keyboard smash. almost automatically, tohru rolls her eyes.

"give her a break, unnie,” after having to remain silent for longer than she’s used to, yeji decides she can allow herself to disregard her own homework for a second and stick her nose into arrow and tohru’s bussiness, an absolute shit-eating grin drawn all over her pretty face. “she has way too much on her plate for her only braincell to handle.”

“i mean,” of course, jules has to butt in as well. “arrow unnie can barely read or write in thailand, i don’t know what makes you think she can do a 3 pages essay in korean.” 

yeji can’t stifle a cackle, and when jules mindlessly raises a hand, she inmediatly highfives back. fucking brats.

“oh my god why you guys only get along when it comes to shit on me?” arrow, presumably over with her mental breakdown, now gasps dramatically with a hand above her chest. “it is that people’s suffering is the only way to bring you two closer?”

“okay, close is an overstatement,” jules points out, criptidly. “we’re just having fun at your expense.”

however, and for whatever reason, yeji’s gaze softens when her eyes meet jules’ and then places a hand over her shoulders, perhaps too fondly, before regarding to arrow. “she’s shy.”

“fuck off.”

it’s so in character of them, tohru can almost bask onto the homeliness of the situation. arrow whining and purposely being the comedic relief character she’s asigned herself to be in order to shy reality away and consequently the essay she procrastinated throughout the whole week, yeji and jules picking on her negative count of braincells at best and aiming for each other’s throats at worst, and tohru parenting on the three of them, as the designated mom friend and braincell-holder she was. it’s too easy, tohru muses, to fall back into routine... but duty calls, and homework wasn’t getting anywhere near to be finished, as far as she was concerned.

“ok, you two, enough with the bullying,” tohru chides, vehemently tapping her own pen to the table. “go back to your... what on earth are you doing?”

the youngests raise their brows (in a conspicuos, perfect sync), yet they don’t falter to exchange their exercise sheets with each other.

“uh, copying answers?” jules makes it sounds like she just asked the most idiotic thing ever.

“i did the first three pages and jules did the other three remaining.” yeji explains on their behalf. “it’s a strategic move. teamwork makes dreamwork... don’t give me that look, unnie. my pride is bruised enough for having to rely on jules, don’t do this to me.”

but tohru knows better, and just opts to let her disgust be known with a morose, prolongued sigh before burying her head back into her own books. she doesn’t fails to notice arrow growing impatient in her seat, though.

“toohru...”

“no.”

“i didn’t even say anything!”

“you need to do the essay, arrow, and that’s non-negotiable,” tohru condemns.

“but korean is too hard!" please, tohru knows how fucked up korean is. hangul wasn’t giving her the kindest time, either. “and i’m too dumb! maybe if i just... don’t...”

“you’ve pulled that stunt so many times already, arrow,” tohru doesn’t caves in. just for whose sake she’s being so unreleting, to begin with? “and you can’t afford you grades getting any lower than this.”

“damn, you really be calling me and my low ass gpa like that, huh...” unavoidably, arrow pouts. “i don’t even know what’s the big deal. i’m going to be your personal freeloader once we graduate, anyways.”

tohru blinks, and there’s a crack on her deadpan that lasts half of a second, “i... i fail to remember when we agreed to that.”

“weren’t you goint to marry me and give me belly rubs for the rest of our lifes?”

“that is, most likely, not happening—”

“wait, so now we’re living off tohru unnie like roaches?” yeji suddenly seems interested in the conversation. “i like the plan.”

“why are you guys suddenly into the ‘plan’?” tohru is not even sure where the whole thing is heading. and to be honest? she was past to care.

“look, i’m just saying that if you’re paying for arrow’s taxes then you’re paying for all our taxes,” yeji states, so matter of factly it makes tohru rolls her eyes for what feels like the millionth time. “we’re together in this shit for life, unnie.”

“oh my god,” jules snorts. “you guys are just not coaxing tohru unnie into being your sugar mommy, are you?”

tohru’s face finally breaks into utter indignation, while yeji and arrow seem to be bubbling with excitement.

“s-spare bank account?”

god, they’re the actual worst. “next person putting ‘sugar mommy’ and my name in the same sentence is getting hydrofluoric acid in their dinner.”

any hint of a conversation dies from that point on. at the end of the day, tohru found herself forced to assist arrow with the damn essay.

[spiftynifty]

she-ra is being produced by dreamworks, aired on netflix and is a revamp of an already existing past animation. if a show with an identical skeleton to voltron has already confirmed lgbt+ rep before airing i don’t understand why it’s so /difficult/ for voltron to have rep?

First of all, it was and still is difficult for Voltron to have rep, but friendly reminder that the LGBT rep on this show is that the lead character, a buff, skilled, powerful, head-of-Voltron, head-of-a-mech-the-size-of-a-moon is GAY. This is HISTORICAL, this has NEVER BEEN DONE in mainstream American cartoons for children. I still can’t believe it honestly. 

Now that we’ve reaffirmed that Shiro is gay, and with or without a boif by the end he is still gay, let’s get to your question. It gets long so I’ve thrown it under a cut.

I haven’t been following much about She-Ra cuz I already know I’m gonna support it (mostly cuz I want to support the showrunner and stick it to all the manbabies who are upset that She-Ra ‘isn’t sexy’) and don’t need to be sold so I had to google the LGBT rep you mentioned and

cool!!! I’m really happy to see there’s going to be some rep on the show, and in the form of mlm which as I mentioned previously is a harder thing to get in cartoons than wlw. So why is this A-OK but Voltron’s rep is a battle, when both are produced by the same company and released on the same platform? There are a couple reasons. 

1. Dreamworks owns the rights to She-Ra and Voltron, but their percentage of ownership over the intellectual property varies. She-Ra was created in the 80s by an American company, that shut down and sold off its IPs (incl She-Ra) to a bunch of different companies and got tossed around for like 30 years until DW swooped in and bought the company that had pretty much the entire library of IPs. Now they own the rights to most of the IPs and from what I can tell, owns most, maybe ALL, of the rights to She-Ra as an Intellectual property. In other words they can do whatever the hell they want with it and only have to worry about their own company’s shareholders. 

But Voltron is a very different robeast. The “original” Voltron is 2 animes spliced together thanks to a big misunderstood agreement between an american company and a Japanese one, and has a long history of comics, DVDs, and TOYS. The rights to this IP are ALL OVER THE PLACE, including Japan… where LGBT in media is carefully curated, restricted to the yaoi/yuri genres, and kept out of children’s programming. Which is why when you listen to the Japanese version of the Shiro/Adam scene, they’re just “best friends”. So take into consideration all the conservative-minded shareholders DW has to wrestle with in their own company, in the companies that have shares in the toys, and throw Japan’s media rules into the mix, and you have a big hot mess of people you need to please.

2. Times, they are a-changing. Voltron production began over 4 years ago. 2014 was the year Korra made history as the first queer lead character in an American children’s cartoon. It was a BIG. DEAL, and Bryke had to fight with Nickelodeon for the Korrasami ending. Now in 2018 Nickelodeon is one of the two major studios with LGBT content in their children’s cartoons. 

Likewise, DW is obviously starting to evolve in their stance on LGBT in their media. Adam may have been a fight, but we don’t know just how long ago that fight was. His existence as Shiro’s boyfriend, and the internet reaction to his death, as LM and JDS said, led to “many conversations about the future going forward” in regards to LGBT. They don’t specify who those conversations were with or if those conversations shifted anything in Voltron, but it certainly leads to some optimism for Dreamworks in their future projects. Making their lead male character gay was an enormous leap forward for a company who had never had a queer character before. Two gay dads for a mainish character would have been a much easier first step for the company and its shareholders. For all we know though, those two tertiary characters existing at all was the INTERNAL baby step in the company. Getting used to them may have been one of the many things that helped get us canonically gay Shiro. 

3. I’m guessing what you’re ACTUALLY asking is, why is it so hard to get a mlm relationship on Voltron (namely, SHEITH), when She-Ra has one? Simply put, Keith is the problem. Shiro is a kind of franken-IP character. Sven was the original, in the original, and while Shiro obviously embodies his character, Sven was a kind of side character who got killed off a handful of episodes in. Keith, on the other hand, is the original’s main character, the hero, complete with the “hero gets the girl” trope at the end. He is, or was, supposed to be the archetype that young heterosexual boys put themselves onto. 

But this Keith is different than the others. His devotion and love for Shiro/Sven is new, and hasn’t existed in any other iteration of the property. The way it exists in Legendary Defender is… Extra, to put it mildly, and to put it bluntly, Keith is so obviously in love with Shiro that even the most casual viewers of the show assume this statement is fact regardless of much they like or dislike the pairing. The line that the EPs must be walking with this relationship must be an incredibly fine one. This is pure conjecture but I imagine they would have had the notion for Shiro/Keith in their mind since very early days but began by warming the execs to the idea of Shiro first, seeing if they could at least get ONE LGBT character, while carefully testing the limits of his relationship with Keith and seeing if the show itself could make the case for them. 

However, Keith and Shiro being together would mean the Hero Archetype of the original show and ostensibly the true main character of this one is LGBT himself. While in the Voltron world labels have evaporated and no one cares what kind of human (or alien, or robot!) you’re into, our world just isn’t there yet. Conservative-minded, homophobic people still exist en masse, some of them shareholders in Dreamworks and Voltron. Shiro being gay was a fight. Keith being mlm alongside him is a war. The hurdle for getting two tertiary male characters to be a couple is nothing more than a bump compared the mountain of fighting to make the two lead male characters of a robot show be romantically involved. It isn’t impossible, but the odds aren’t exactly great. 

Dreamworks’ track record of LGBT is virtually nonexistent before Shiro, but now that they’ve gotten over that “hurdle” the road ahead for LGBT is going to be smoother for their company. With Bow having two dads, with Ezor and Zethrid, it clearly already is. I’m really excited to see what other projects will be affected by Shiro, and I’m definitely hoping that Voltron itself is one of them.

[hozukitofu]

More chillis please

Being the person who assumes the landscape of their environment upon entering the room and often designated as kin of the furniture, Yachi is very happy when people speak at her and not to her, so that unnecessary conversations do not occur and everyone can go back to ignoring her as they did before.

Acquiring a retail job runs something similar to that vein.

A retail job in a relatively functional business is great. People still try to be friendly - older people, and older men, which, no - but it's not too unbearable.

She gets a message, one day, while she's getting a one-on-one tutoring session by Yours Truly, Chameleon Expert Man Himself, Kinoshita, on calculus and tactics of evading eye contact. They're revising what she should know, she's confident that going to the job, with these new skills, will maximise her invisibility, when her phone vibrates and seeing as the team shares absolutely zero boundaries, she pores over the message with Kinoshita, who bites into a slice of orange.

"New shift?" He chews, eyebrow lifted.

She's noting that down as a skill that she needs to be taught. Kiyoko-san does it very often and it makes grown men cry on the spot. Yachi can weaponise that and turn it on the creeps at work. It can work for her.

"Hmm," she nods, mouth full of orange slices. Kinoshita slaps a napkin to her face, picks up her phone and types a response out. By the time she swallows the pieces of citrusy goods and wipes herself dry of unwanted orange spit, there is a hovering screen with the line I'm good to go on Saturday. Same time as usual? waiting for her approval from her upperclassman.

"All good, Kinoshita-san," she gives him two thumbs up, because he deserves it.

"I'm going inside to tell Chikara we're almost done. Send it and pack up. We're bullying Ryuu to buy us food," he rises, takes his books with him, and gives her a jaunty wave at the doorway.

She hits send. Working at the bakery in Miyagi central shopping district with the locals is great, but working in busy Tokyo where she will know nobody and the customers will assume she is a speaking brick wall?

Ideal.

She sweeps all her books into her tote bag and sprints after Kinoshita.

-.-

The nature of the bakery franchise she works at is that she rings in all the sales when customers approach her with the baked goods and she restocks when bread is running low. That's the official job description.

Recently the bakery, influenced a little by by multiculturalism and mostly by the owner being completely smitten with the Vietnamese literature teacher with the dimpled smile who passes by their bakery every second day, they also have a banh mi side gig.

According to Suga-san, what the workplace is doing is very similar to Subway, but more Asian. Regardless of the plagiarism of what had been done in food chain stores, this is her job and if she wants to save up for a nicer tablet for graphic design then she just has to suck it up princess and cry her way through the world of earning hard cold cash.

So now she makes bread. Per order of the customers who now have to interact with her, human to human.

It is just as uncomfortable for her as it is for the customers so - equivalent exchange?

Anyways. Now she has Stories. The team sets aside time to provide group therapy for Yachi and the Woes of Being a Slave to Capitalism. It is aptly named group therapy because it is a bunch of highschoolers sitting in a loose collection of volley playing brats and consoling a little blonde girl of her retail hardships.

Today's story, she muses as she runs nose first into Asahi's abruptly stopped back, must be the More Chillis Please episide.

It happens like this -

It is 10 o'clock, she had been there for two hours and made, to the worst of her memory and knowledge, at least twenty individual banh mi. She is righteously outraged by the smell of egg mayonnaise, and if somebody shows up in the store again she will Scream.

Anyways, once the moment of Mandatory Two Hour Fury manifested and dissipated, she settles back into greeting customers, offering her services, and registering sales.

She sees the two boys, clad in similar sports jackets, not a uniform, but it is close enough, on their very very tall and lanky frames.

She is immediately brought back to the sight of Kei and Asahi, except Asahi is twice as wide as one of these guys.

Yachi ties up the package for her current customer, bides them farewell and good luck on their date, and turns to the two boys, her Customer Service Voice already on its routine greeting and question.

"Hi, welcome to Dreamworks Bakery. How can I help you today?"

The slightly shorter boy, with bushy eyebrows and wow those really look like caterpillars, wait until the team hears about this, leans forward, friendly smile fixed across his crooked front teeth.

"Hi there, if you don't mind, can I have one pork roll please, that's cut in half."

Yachi sets to work, doesn't think too much or too hard at why there are two boys and only one bread. She picks up the tongs, considering the viable options -

They are sharing this tiny loaf of Vietnamese bread roll, which, is never going to be enough, even for her, and she eats roughly a sixth of the amount Kageyama eats, so that says Something. Maybe it's just a snack. Who knows

The grumpy boy with the face mask willingly walked his friend or walked with him to this busy bakery to wait for him to buy a small snack, which, Amazing Dedication

She finishes it up, takes the knife to cut the bread in half but wonkily, because she has a healthy fear of knives, you know, as a normal sensible human person would. The boys have been chattering between themselves, the one who ordered constantly bumping into his companion, grinning and tugging on his arm. While from the companion's end there is the long suffering Stop being annoying universal eye roll and sigh combo, it's done with the same degree of exasperated fondness Kei huffs at Tadashi, the unspoken but loud What am I going to do with you, you troublesome creature?

Yachi thinks that everything happening is meant to both be a private moment and a routine, and she shouldn't pry. She also thinks that she is reading too much into this, that toxic masculinity is slowly eroding away with her generation and boys can care for each other deeply without the gross gushing of others around them of Amazing, uwu, yaoi babies.

That had actually happened with Suga-san and Akiteru while they were running an errand so Ew. She's not going to become one of those people.

It's not really a big moment of deep euphoria when the shorter boy with the bushy caterpillar eyebrows slips a hand into the other's pocket, leaning right up into his side, under his retreated chin. It is a cuddle manifesting slowly in front of her eyes, and she pauses in her struggle with the paper bags and her two pieces of bread, to blink and the scene make an Ah sound in her lizard brain.

"Cool," she hums.

"Sorry again, but," Caterpillar Brow leans up against the glass, "would you mind adding chillis onto one half?"

Yachi is already stretching one nearest to her hand open. "Tell me when to stop."

He flashes her another winning smile. "You're so valid."

She grins, sprinkling chillis in the tiny half. After a good half of the bread is covered, and he asks her to stop.

Only for the masked friend to lean forward, tug down his face mask, and speak softly.

"Add more, please."

Because Yachi assumes things, as she does, like a presumptuous idiot, she goes on fulfilling the request and thinking that it's for the masked friend. The masked friend doesn't like ordering so his friend had taken up that responsibility for him and he has the taste bud of titanium which explains the excessive chilli situation.

"Is this," she is afraid to ask, "enough?"

She tries to make eye contact with both boys, but because the Presumptuous Moron Energy is on high visibility that day, the masked companion tugs his mask up and draws out his wallet, sighing softly.

"This one," he jerks his head to his companion, "likes his food to strip off skin when he eats. I hold no jurisdiction over his questionable tastes."

It's all kinds of a wonderful, wonderful plot twist. She accepts the payment and wishes them farewell in a rather mechanical manner, and spends a good half of the day just processing everything that transpired. Everything from the masked friend taking the bread from her and pulling the strap onto his wrist so he can hold the other boy's hand, to them knocking heads as they walk away, the excitable companion speaking onto his neck as they disappear into the throng of people.

Asahi apologises for almost running her over and into a medically induced concussion, but she reassures him that she's fine, I've been the victim of a spike before, Asahi-san, this is like a small shove next to that, oh no don't cry, please, I'll live.

Story time is going to be Lit.

[ramblingshit]

Fright Night - 2011 - 2/5

we start , very, very high. its ominous to begin, the dreamworks opening dark and spooky and slow. scrawled font glides across dark stormy clouds and we're over a small square, isolated suburb. a house is on sale. that's the Charmed font.

oh my god what is that david tennant what the fuck was not expecting that.okay so this is a modern Fright Night.  and david tennant sis peter vincent. okay what a jump scare just happened the dog is scared, and this girl is dead and he's covered in blood and holy shit its the senator. wow the bed was bloody where his dad was scrambling for the gun hidden beneath the mattress that the boy finds. oh his dads body is sliding away and what the fuck is that im scared what the hell holy shit. ohh cool title card. nice symmetry in the birds eye. just a happy, normal small neighbourhood, everyone is diverse and happy and the kids are playing outside. holy shit its that dead guy poor ol mate.oh its hereditary mum.  they got a chill equal relationship just chatting like friends more than parent adn child. and the mum's intelligent and assertive and smart and a real estate agent. this is very very different from the original fright night. is it really the same movie? is it oh its the girl from 28 weeks later nice she's hot and eyy pumped up kicks is playing damn. I'm pretty sure they're both like 25 and playing as  oh holy shit its like zac efron's brother. trumping all over stereotype. what the hell its the weird super bad creepy guy comedian dude 'Brewster' it's the weird cackling kid. they've got relationship issues they're both geeks but brewster got hot and with the hot girl and rose through the 'social ranks' and they had to stop being friends. weird kid is threatening to show all his new friends embarrassing stuff from the past. oh my fucking god oh my god colin farrell. holy shit. oh my god. and damn she is Amy I'm forgetting everything cause its so different. he's charming and fucking hot and buff with like a paled face.being all charming and neighbourly. wife beater and silver necklace and damn the way he bit that apple. what are they doing here crawling through the doggy door who's adam. outta nowhere weird kid tells him jerry's a vampire, like a 'by the way' situation where are they going why does he have a cross and stake? they just added a stock door opening noise. they're telling the realisations of hm being a vampire without actually showing any of it and the weirdo kid is the one interested and telling brewster that jerrys a vampire like what first he's not even met him he hasn't been involved or around him at all and now he's adamantly trying to argue that he is a vampire?? in the original brewster was obsessed and found out quick to the start all by himself and half the trouble was trying to convince everyone else too. now one of his friends is trying to convince him?? what?? and they're mentioning Twilight and weird kid is saying how he's not broody or whatever like show us what his personality is like why are you saying this it's like this long ass dialogue chunk in the middle of a completely irrelevant situation, all about Jerry. fucking weird man what the fuck. we've seen the guy once. he's got evidence? why are they in this house? why is this happening? this was the Charley show - his journey from fear to sorting Jerry out and his tension with the guy the weird kid was basically comedic effect now he's premature exposition guy? and he's the one who thought of peter vincent cause it showed him watching him all the time but now its the weird kid convincing him and now they're having relationship problems and brewster fkn pushed him damn son use your words wow he's a fucking asshole like die dude the fuck. oh damn what the fuck the bully just grabbed him off his bike fr riding down his street like its his turf what the hell there's like four streets in this suburb and now they're fighting who wrote this why bother calling it fright night its a whole nother (fkn messy shit) story he's literally chasing him over the fence like he wants to kill him damn this isn't bullying  fuck. what is this movie? oooooh jerry is hottttt i love me a murdererous manly man. weird kid is in big trouble. oh my god. oh my god did they get him to play fake grindelwald because of his role in this. damn he's turning weird kid and the cross falls dramatically from his hand. ohh he's a fuckin dick to his friend and now he's feelin all guilty and worried and reminiscing about the time he wasn't an asshole to his friend. wow we're not even half an hour in and half the original movie is gone and replaced by whatever high school drama movie this is.he walked into weird kid's room and didn't turn the light on? yeah alright. what the fuck. why is peter vincent fkn that 'sexy' emo magician man who was popular -Chris Angel Mindfreak. he found a laptop with evidence that jerry's a vampire videos on it. and here's Jerry and what's happening ahaha he's not gonna invite him in and its physically uncomfortable standing at the door he's literally stuck at the door and it's really really obvious.  damn that was cool though passing the beer through the doorway and the communication in their eyes and now he's perving on his mum is this acting intentional? like he looked really unsure what to do with himself was that in character or?? he's looking around all paranoid he's perving on all the girls he's threatening him really obviously i can't tell if i like it more than the smooth suave chilling conversation that was driving charley mad at the start of the other one. jerry telling him to 'manage' the women in his life cause its his job to keep them safe. now they're doing the distracted disinterested in Amy play and she's the one coming onto him strong  and what are we gonna see this. this is literally worse acting than the screaming kid in the first one it's like halfhearted. now the movie's settling in for like a spookier, much darker version of the  nah nevermind its like a padded retelling. there's no billy in this one, just Jerry - who's gonna cover him during the day? original was a squad effort movie - bunch of kids and an old man going up against a vampire. not anymore its just this obviously mid 20s guy sneaking around in a dark house to quiet, eerie music. wait he's in Jerry's house? oh cause Jerry drove off. ooh Jerry's got awesome creepy office with spooky drawings on the walls why is this place so dark goddamn turn on the lightswitch. he's got costumes for hunting damn that's cool. and here he returns uh oh run charley run. try escape the vampire now that you're in his lair. a secret door to like a jail block in the wall? what he's letting himself be close in? what is he doing how did Jerry whip this up?jumpscare lol lame it's Doris. you telling me he's gonna lockpick the lock okay he's never done it before but okay. god he's hot. the swooning blond in the arms of a vampire. it's like hella horrific oh my god she just shushed Charley where he hid in the other room. drinks from her all orgasmic and tosses her back in the room. damn he looks good with a bloodstained mouth lickinn his lips and shit. good luck picking with a bobby pin you're hilarious holy fuck she's tiny, like a limp ragdoll. ew why is he watching skanky girls on TV. tryna tell me he's watching the TV so loud that he can't hear they panting and crying. yeah he can he's outta the chair - there's no reflection and he's like crying damn this is tense. such a nice house. strutting around, drinking beer, vaguely amused at everything. he just caught an apple. it's like he knows something amusing no one else does.  but does he actually kno-- oh my god yeah he does that's awesome. oh holy fucking shit holy shit holy fucking shit she was a vampire she fucking exploded in the sunlight. his jumper s covered in her ash that's messed, Jerry stood inside listening and laughing to himself as he bit into the apple. now he's out here being the one looking up peter vincent - that entire start was completely pointless they should've cut out all of the weird kid stuff. now he's snubbing his girlfriend too this is how it should have all begun here comes david tennant. what the hell he's pulling a secret swipe identity thing to try get in to see vincent and vincent is a gross slimeball of a david tennant why are all these men slimy he's pretending to be a reporter she's walking around in a bra, vincent is an expert on vampires and the lot - not just using what he learned from doing his show and now she's using 'little girl' as a derogatory term for vincent. okay not the most attractive bod and i hate tattoos tbh at this point its true. god this whole thing is so edgy and wow okay here we go his hair is so much betterokay damn holy shit. it was the hair the hair was fucking me up okay holy damn all his facial hair is fake. and thank god his eyebrow piercing - wait nevermind all that 'expert' stuff was bulll? or is he mucking around? okay no its bull he isn't an expert. i can't believe how much hair affects someone. oh and his tattoo are right as well. damn he sounds schizo and vincent is fkn cold and that is some bad cgi and trying to be so dramatic its just a filter over the shot. oh and here's  zac efrons brother and eternal grunge guy.  ohh he's got creepy long nails and oh damn eating them and there's the blood oh fuck why is that hot im so disturbed. he's shaving stakes and its mum who confronts him and he's awwkard about it and now they've referenced 'Dark Shadows' as well as Twilight. these highschoolers are so serious and mature tryna talk to each other and here's Jerry at the door.this is a game to him but she's sticking up for her son and Jerry thinks its awesome or is it just oh damn he's coming back with a shovel and a power saw?? what's he doing??? where's he going oh my god what's he doing the girls are slowly realising that he might be right what is he digging up.flinging huge chunks of earth around. oh uh oh oh FUCK  THAT:s  GAS HOLY SHIT are you serious Jerry no holy daaaaaaamn he's blowing up their house I love it ahahaha 'dont need an invitation if there's no house' that is hilarious oh my god as if they're going to get out with what really he's gonna  oh wait he''s gonna take the dirt bike what the fuck he just threw the bike at them what is happening is this Michael bay. and now he's ramming them fuck he really wants them dead damn oh ahahah they have a tank of a car driving getting hit by a bike, smashing through a vampire and his big ass car. is he-- he's under the car that's amazing yeah okay like they survived that too oh he just lifted up the car oh what the fuck he looks like that shark guy from batman oh no why does he look like that who made him look like a shark he's eating that guy blood squirting, he's very animalistic like twitchy and shit too  black eyes eats a guy, morphs into something evil blood stained mouth cars all fucked up and he turns around 'hey' he greeted jovially, the girls run away - the mum just leaves her son to face off a vampire? yeah, okay. - and he calls 'catch you later!' damn some of this is gold and other bits are trash but so far they're evening each other out. he's oh damn he grabbed the cross and it lit on fire and he's got charley and was gonna stake him but mum popped up and shanked him through the shoulder with one of her real estate signs that's so lame, but he's screeching and flinging himself around making growling noises and now mum's fainted and hit her head and jerry's twitching out with a oh okay he hit him with his car again. jerry's all kinds of fucked but he heals up fine soon enough. vincent isn't charming; there's too much sex and money and cynical and assholey and its grotesque compared to the teenageriness of the original. and now mum's out for the count at the hospital lol  what's happening. he's shitting on the idea to call the police that's hilarious he wouldn't stop calling them in the first. i dunno i keep comparing them because these are the bits i 100% liked better in the other one. now he's talking about weird kid who disappeared ages ago. he's a loser - she likes him cause he's different; she's the popular girl who didn't want an ass bully to date. vincent's a drunk on top of everything. but he does know his stuff about vampires. there's different species different breeds - Jerry's a tribal snacker who keeps his victims alive for days and oh damn its weird kid he's a black eyed vampire and he's mad Jerry got him Vincents in his panic room the bra girl is dead weird kids arms off and now Jerry's coming and weird kid's twitching out and he looks like a wolf shark and they're being vulgar again he's hunting them down this is a serious relationship drama issue. if they're strong enough to like bend metal how did grabbing him hard around the neck not immediately crush it. they're fighting - like what; charley just took a deep clawing across the chest they're blocking and slashing and every ones smashing stuff and he just got weird kid at the neck and uh oh she's in trouble but she's got a gun but he's barely flinching oh what. how did she know that was holy water the cup was up too high for her to see there was even any water in it. dude they're strong when its plot convenient - how do these guys know how to fight with weapons he's just so chill with that slash across the chest. ahaha what the fuck she's like urging him to kill him aha he stabbed him all drama and she's in survivor mode like fuck outta the way everyone oh good he's pretty again. i'm disappointed no jerry/amy stuff though tbh she's spicy, he thinks this is a great time. he's just hunting them and its nightclub time are they gonna do the jerry amy thing no he grabbed her by the throat oh damn oh okay no that was pretty hot he's got a slash on his chest and the bouncers just grabbing it and he doesn't react fuck sake 0 that was pretty cool if not exactly what i wanted - he properly vampired her: blood on his lips he kissed her and it drugged her enough to take her neck in the middle of the club. and now a vampire killed vincent's parents and that's why he's a drunk but how'd he become a magician what's that got to do with anything. damn highschooler dropping moral truthbombs that immediately make adults change their mind immediately and wanna help him. how does that car still drive. this is so gay like he is overreacting he's dressed to go to war - i forgot he burned their house down he's got a fucking crossbow and he's dressed in like military shit and he's swinging the crossbow around like he's in the military, did they tell him to take this serious or like he shoulda been an awkward stumbling kid oh what the damn they'res a secret like basement damn he just broke a hip how is all of this under his house didn't just move in???he switched on the first light in the whole movie and it barely lit anything up so lame. so extra oh damn that tiddy damn nice just dodged an arrow oh fo real really is he the vampire who killed vincent's parents are you serious that's so lame. and now Amy's  what the fuck why is there like an entire institution beneath this house what is this. oh its the tribe?? they live in the dirt whoop her eyes are black but vincent's got a dramatic black leather jacket and a stake gun that just fucked up and he's just gonna stake her straight up they barely gave her time for her scary wide face he just stabbed her and ran and now she's eating her own blood and whoop vincent's being eatenoh really how did he know there was sunlight up there aren't we in the base meant isn't this place made of cement. damn he's hot with his shirt open. he just hissed at the beam of sunlight. even his fingernail burns oh that's cool he's in teh shadow and charleys in the sun beams as he taunts him about Amy and vincent's turning ahaha  and they're gonna wait til the sun goes down and in the meantime he's gonna like fuck amy in front of charley ahaha nice drinking bloods like sex. oh yeah okay what he's gonna what he's expecting to go up in flames what the fuck he'd oh no okay what the fuck as if. as the fuck if. first of all, charley is human and a crazed vampire is not and are you joking me that charley could survive being thrown around plus he's fucking on fire that should have destroyed him by now fucking burned to a crisp oh im so disappointed and okay yea being a vampire was just dark spirits? and now everyones free to die of their wounds aha jesus. his clothes would have seared into his skin, his goggles would have melted but no, completely unscathed. so lame. oh that was such a slow awkward dialogue. weird like one liner jokes throughout are we in vegas? oh nice they're fucking i really don't care i don't wanna see these 25 year olds why do we care what happens now Jerry's dead. jesus that was bad. please im so upset. oh well sometimes 1980s camp horror is better than cheap rushed or at least badly edited modern ones. disappointing man.

[popatochisssp]

Oof ok so I hope this doesn’t get too long… sorry in advance if it does!

hope you’re feeling better :D

Likes:

Big Dogs, Rainy days, Relaxing in a bed, Lazy days, Soft radios, Warm fireplaces, Mashed Potatoes, Fruit, Animated Movies (Disney, Studio Ghibli, Dreamworks you name it), Cartoons, DnD, Video Games, Reading, Old book smell, Writing, Vines, Drawing (either digitally or traditionally), Storyboarding, Animating, Learning, Bad Puns, Goofy noises, Sarcasm, A bit of dark humor, Playful banter, Running in the woods, Cloud-watching, Astronomy, Lifting weights, Kick-boxing, Swimming, Raspy voices, Deep chuckles, Comfy hugs, Big baggy sweaters, Lip-syncing and dancing when no one is watching, Baking, Day-dreaming, Deep philosophical conversations, Existing near someone (like what cats do), Sleepy eyes, and Unkempt or wrinkly clothing (it looks comfy)

Dislikes:

Make-up, Alcohol, Cigarrete smoke, Strong perfumes/Colognes, Candles, Crowds, Smog covered cities, Blindingly bright sunny days, Not having alone time, Being misunderstood, Being Harassed for my hobbies, Being the centre of attention (I can take charge if really need be though), Small talk, Public speaking, and The color pink (for other people its good but for me it feels wrong)

What are you looking for in a match?

Someone who I know I can be myself with and rely on would be amazing really. I uh, honestly..?

I haven’t really had the best of luck with people. Even trying to make friends is difficult for me and I do have some trust issues from past experiences because of it. Soo, just having that sense of loyalty and respect with someone would mean a lot to me. There’s no need for anything crazy- just knowing that someone is there is enough. Heheh just knowing that somebody actually liked me that way would leave me floored. Gonzo. Goodbye I am deceased

As long as we’re comfortable with each other I’ll support and try to understand them as much as I can!  

Any deal breakers?

Nah, not really?

I mean, if they disrespect me that’s a big no. Bashing my hobbies is a no (light-hearted teasing is absolutely ok though).

Body-shaming isn’t cool either but if it’s directed at themselves… its okay- don’t worry- we can work on building each other up if they want to. Chances are, the thing they’re probably the most self-conscious about is the thing that I’ll take a positive spin on even without knowing it’s a thing they don’t like about themselves.

Like if my match is really short? Great! I don’t have to worry about them hurting themselves or straining their neck if they want to rest their head on my shoulder. What if my match feels that they look too heavy-set? Naaaah, they’re hugs are just comfier and they make a good pillow. Stuff like that.

Finally, this one isn’t really a deal-breaker, but I am a little scent-sensitive and I find being around cigarette smoke and strong artificially smelling stuff gives me headaches; I’d feel guilty if someone had to like… stop using a candle that helps them sleep because of me or something

Anything else I should know?

I’m a 5’5 ft INTJ girl with very short blonde hair and blue eyes. I also got a bit of muscle and wear a lot of sleeveless shirts and jackets haha

I’ve been told that I can be pretty intimidating before you get to know me (I’m too quiet- not shy- just quiet) but I’m just a big nerd. I literally have a shirt that says “Join the darkside, we have cookies” on it and you really can’t get much lamer than that haha

  I don’t usually know if someone is flirting with me- unless its really super obvious it’ll probably go over my head

Life-drawing classes where I’m from are few and far between, soo I’ve been trying to teach myself how to do it in the last few years… its gotten to the point where I have a little sketch-book somewhere close by almost at all times! I’d probably have innocent quick sketches of my s/o stashed away somewhere…  my hand would just move and without thinking- bam! I drew my s/o again- much to my embarrassment

  Ummmm talking on the phone gives me anxiety something fierce. Unless its someone I’m really close to (like my sister or a possible s/o) my hands will start to shake and I have to rehearse what I’m gonna say before I even answer it or my brain blanks out. Texting is much better

Oh oh oh, and I can monologue the entire movie of Mulan! Word for word without the movie even playing!

Thank you so much for doing these and reopening matchups- I really appreciate it!

I think I’m just gonna start putting these under a cut, as a rule, because reasons. Sorry to make you click-through to see the match-ups! ^^

After due consideration, I’ve elected to match you up with Pyre (Underfell Papyrus)!

He likes that you have some active hobbies that you can both do together, he’s a great one for deep, philosophical conversations, and if you like deep, raspy voices, you’ve hit the jackpot with him!

He’s not at all intimidated by you and isn’t sure why anyone would be??? You’re adorable, the cutest of all datemates-- and that’s another thing, there won’t be any subtle flirting going over your head, because Pyre doesn’t do subtle.

He’ll try to respect your desire to not be the center of attention but really, he’d like to show you off, just a little bit. Don’t stress about it, though, he’s really the one who draws most of the attention while you’re together and it’s not like you’ll be expected to talk to anybody. 

Pyre’s pleased as punch to do all the talking and make all the reservations, appointments, and phone calls so all you have to do is arrive on his arm and have a good time!

Please, also, show him your sketch-book as soon as possible! He will blush very hard and be very flustered, but also flattered beyond the telling of it and if you asked, he’d hold poses for you for hours. It’s...endurance training! And to help you train your art skills! His own ego and how handsomely you draw him doesn’t factor into this at all, nope!

And psst, if you’re looking for something to compliment that he’s self-conscious about, start with the scars over his eye!

[lightpinkskye]

tagged by @podmore - thank you so much x

rules: answer all questions, add one of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

tagging some friends n mutuals and whoever else wants to take a crack at answering these! @dissociable-trucidation @denialsaint @eliazarbecker @chewedbubblegumpink @strawberrytired @artsyplantgirl @bornlucky @danielhowellbutnotascool @femslashash @yellowhijab @thedarklordalwaysknows @serotonin-deficiency-king

1. coke or pepsi: pepsi!! all the way!! 2. disney or dreamworks: both how dare you 3. coffee or tea: tea 4. books or movies: books  5. windows or mac: windows 6. dc or marvel: i have never seen a single superhero movie or read a single superhero comic in my whole entire life so no 7. x-box or playstation: neither  8. dragon age or mass effect: i have this one friend who used to rave about the storyline of mass effect so that sounds neat but also dragons so both? neither? i’m not a video game person oof 9. night owl or early riser: i can get up early if i have to but i’m definitely more of a night owl 10. cards or chess: cards ig 11. chocolate or vanilla: chocolate chocolate chocolate 12. vans or converse: converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: w hat 14. fluff or angst: depends on my mood tbh but more often fluff 15. beach or forest: forest 16. dogs or cats: cats!! (but i would die for corgis) 17. clear skies or rain: clear skies only because i cannot deal with humidity but i do find rain incredibly soothing 18. cooking or eating out: takeout!! (best of both worlds) 19. spicy food or mild food: spicy but only to a point (i am v white after all) 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: h a l l o w e e n 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: lil too cold bc sweaters 22. if you could have any superpower, what would it be?: reading minds so i know what people actually think of me and sneakily figure out who has a crush on me 23. animation or live action: animation (esp studio ghibli) 24. paragon or renegade: whomst 25. baths or showers: i never take baths bc i don’t usually have time but i want to like just chill in the bath w a bath bomb and some soothing music so so so badly!! 26. team cap or team ironman: again. never seen a single superhero movie 27: fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy 28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they:

“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.” - Sylvia Plath

“Does anything really matter? We all end up in the same place. All that's left is our Wikipedia entry.” - Lorde

“ It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.” - Leonardo Da Vinci

“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.” - Jane Austen

29. netflix or youtube: both ok fight me

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: i have such good childhood memories associated with both but also both creators are.. kinda trash so this is a really hard call but i find myself always coming back to harry potter whenever i feel nostalgic or lost so harry potter! 31. when you feel accomplished: performing in a show!! 32. star wars or star trek: star wars bc at least i’ve seen them (also carrie fisher) 33. paperback or hardback: paperback - better cover feel usually and more portable 34. horror or rom-com: rom-commmmm the cheesier the better 35. tv shows or movies: tv shows  36. spotify or pandora: spotify 37. zootopia or inside out: zootopia (i loved inside out too but zootopia was so fuckin powerful and poignant and woke and i cried) 38. favourite book: the bell jar or pride & prejudice or harry potter or a half million other books i cannot choose ok 39. favourite flower: lilies of the valley, violets and peonies 40. what field of study are you in (or aspire to be in): either musical theater or something social justice-y! 41. song lyric you really love?: “all we are is skin and bone trained to get along” from “treacherous” by taylor swift 42. what’s your MBTI type?: isfp  43. fave movie: everyone who has access to netflix nEEDS TO WATCH CANDY JAR RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY it’s literally a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers fic come to life featuring an interracial relationship and musings on the societal pressures placed on teenagers in america today!! also movie musicals (esp the last five years) and disney and studio ghibli everything  44. favourite tv show(s): the good place, parks and rec, unbreakable kimmy schmidt, bake off, queer eye, anything bob ross has ever done, everything sucks!, anne with an e, downton abbey, atypical, glow, i’ve gotten into total drama again lately, and i haven’t seen b99 yet but i know in my heart i’m going to love it 45. what fictional world is your favourite? hogwarts hOGWARTS HOGWARTS 46. favourite mythological figure? i have a major soft spot for  47. who’s your all-time favourite fictional character? first of all, how dare you make me choose. ron weasley is up there, as is tahani al-jamil, the whole parks and rec crew, and the grinch just because. 48. if you could spend an entire day with a weasley, who would you pick?: charlie for the dragons

49. harry potter and the philosopher’s stone or harry potter and the deathly hallows? honestly really depends on my mood - philosopher’s stone for sheer comfort food, and deathly hallows for angsty character development and a good cry session

50. moon or stars?: stars

my question is: what color are the school subjects to you (ex - math is blue)?

[pleaseburnthisblogafterreading]

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF VILLAINOUS

(this is literally the worst thing i’ve ever written, but it’s so funny and heck, i love @infiniteslug / @brokevillainous that I could NOT pass up writing another story for them. So... yeah. Introducing the story, Epic Rap Battles of Villainous. Enjoy, my VIBs)

Broke Hat was quite upset at what Demencia had made him do.

Of course, he wasn’t surprised by the fact that Demencia had run away in the middle of the night to go and join one of… ugh, Party Hat’s raves. She was exactly the kind of demographic that they would invite: a young, attractive woman just looking for some fun. Ew, even the thought of those words disgusted him, and a dark grimace fell over his face. He would’ve loved to end the party with a little surprise, but this stupid inhibitor that Flug insisted he wear at all times kept him from fulfilling his dreams of stopping the parties once and for all. And besides, Flug would most likely frown upon it, anyway. Stupid mortal, and his stupid morality and ethics.

“One person. At least,” he had asked, even though he shouldn’t have been pleading with someone as insignificant as… Well, not insignificant anymore, he supposed. It was right in the name, significant other. However, he was still the superior, still the dominant, still Black Hat!

“No. I already told you once, and I won’t tell you again. You cannot murder anyone tonight,” Flug had said, grabbing a windbreaker that he had bought from the local Goodwill with some of the extra tips he had received. It was even in the style of a bomber jacket, which to be honest, Flug thought was amazing. Anything having to do with airplanes and flight was always a plus side, and it even had little patches on it. Demencia had made fun of him for loving it so much, but he couldn’t care less. It was a small comfort in this unforgiving world, and he wasn’t going to give it up just because some people didn’t appreciate it as much as he did. However, what he could care less about, though shouldn’t, was still staring at him with a grimace, Broke Hat’s version of puppy dog eyes. Flug sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Look, we have to keep a low profile,” he continued, grabbing an extra paper bag and some goggles to conceal his identity from the rest of the world. Broke Hat scoffed at that, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow, jutting out a hip. “And you’re going to keep a low profile with a paper bag on your head and goggles? Ha, don’t make me laugh.” he said, pulling off a rather sassy pose for an eldritch abomination that took over the world twice and only gave it back because he was bored.

Flug opened his mouth to argue, before hesitating. He was a scientist. He had not one, not two, but four Ph.D.s, and he couldn’t even come up with a clever retort to his monster boyfriend? Unacceptable. He shut his mouth, though, and just motioned for him to follow. Broke Hat growled at that, narrowing his eyes as he reluctantly followed his boyfriend out of the apartment. “Why do I have to come, anyway,” he asked, annoyance clear in his voice. “Why can’t I just stay at home? We did get that lovely gift of Dreamworks movies, and I would hate to see them go to waste.”

Flug had to take a deep breath to not lose his mind at that. He had worked an eight hour shift that day, only getting one, count that ONE fifteen minute break, spending the rest of that time on his feet getting harassed by upset customers, only to find that Broke Hat had just allowed Demencia to run off and join what may well be a circus because he was too busy watching the fucking Bee Movie?! Not even with little notice, she explicitly said she was going “out,” whilst forcing a huge sum of cash into her purse, and Broke had just let her leave?!

“It was engrossing, and disgusting and pitiful, and whoever this Seinfeld human is should be ashamed,” he had said when explaining what had happened before Flug had gotten home, holding up the box the movie came in, before a slow realization washed over his face. “Bee… Movie… Oh my Satan it’s because they’re bees, isn’t it?”

Flug face palmed.

It wasn’t even a full copy, it was a bootleg someone had recorded while they were in the theaters! Why someone in their right mind would still have a bootleg copy of The Bee Movie ten years later was a mystery to him, and one that he was not willing to solve. Ever. He wondered if the rest of the movies they had received were also bootlegs, but he wasn’t willing to figure that out, either. They had a mission to accomplish, and whether they wanted to or not, it was getting done.

“Because you lost her, and she’s your friend,” Flug said, opening the door to let the other out. Broke Hat followed, grumbling something under his breath. “Friend is a strong term,” he muttered like the petulant child he was, stomping out of the apartment in a huff before kicking at a can that lay in the middle of the hallway. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice the noise, even though it was twelve in the morning, but if Broke kept this behavior up, they’d definitely get an eviction notice sooner, rather than later. “And I did not lose her. I simply misplaced her,” he continued, waving his hand dismissively as if he hadn’t lost a human being with fucking lizard powers.

Luckily, since they lived in the middle of a bustling city, it wasn’t too hard to find transportation at this time of night. However, that did not stop Broke Hat from grumbling the entire way to the bus stop about how he had bigger fish to fry, more irons in the fire, and just really, really didn’t want to go to Party Hat’s house. “Well, I don’t want to go either, but look where we are. We’ve lost our only other means of income, plus my entire tip jar, and if I have to take a day off or something, it’s not going to be good for any of us. Maybe if someone hadn’t been so busy, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

That shut Broke up.

The rest of the trip was made in relative silence. Flug was just sitting there, hands in his pocket with his head down and trying not to fume, but failing miserably, while Broke Hat just looked out the window, wondering how something so awful, so heinous, could be made by a human being. He would need to find more information on this crime against the universe when he got home, but for now, his analysis of the film would have to do.

“Flug.”

“What is it?”

“Have you… Have you ever seen the movie? The movie I showed you?”

Flug let out a sigh, putting an arm over his face as he leaned back even further. He did not need this in his life right now. “Yes, Broke. I’ve seen the Bee Movie starring Jerry Seinfeld, made in 2007. Why do you ask?” He glanced at Broke Hat.

“Why? Why is it so awful,” the other, his other, asked, narrowed eye laced with confusion. “How could humans think it was such a good idea to make a bee and a human fall in love? Isn’t that bestiality?”

“Beestiality,” Flug muttered under his breath, crossing his arms as he tried to avoid the conversation, before realizing what he had said.

Broke Hat seemed to have caught the pun before Flug could take it back, and stared at him as if he had just said, or even thought, of a verse from the Holy Bible. “What did you just say,” Broke Hat asked, eye as wide as a saucer. “Can you repeat that?”

“It was nothing, and this conversation is over.”

“Flug-” “OVER!”

They sat in a bit more silence after that, until the sound of blaring music could be heard, and the two men groaned, slumping back in their seats. Electronic dance music? And, for Broke Hat anyway, the smell of sweat and glow sticks? It could only mean one thing: Their stop was coming soon. And sure enough, on the sidewalk, over the top of the hill, lights could be seen flashing into the sky, as the music got louder and louder, coming to a crescendo when they finally reached the top.

There sat the weirdest looking house Flug had ever seen, and that was really saying something, considering his previous workplace had been a giant top hat with six floors, over sixty different rooms that shifted from location to location at random intervals, and an airplane crashed into the side of it. Sure, that last part may have been his fault, but it was still strange that nobody thought to clean it up. Broke Hat was usually a stickler for making sure everything was perfect, especially anything that was associated with him, so it was a wonder that it was still there, even to this day.

That didn’t matter right now, though. What mattered was getting Flug’s entire tip jar back, even if it meant travelling to the pits of Hell itself to do so.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first thing Flug noticed was that Jesus Christ, the music was loud. And not just loud like a rock concert, loud to the point that it was near deafening. And they were only outside! How anyone could survive being in there twenty four seven was a mystery to the both of them. This was probably why that DJ Glug guy only spoke in sign language most of the time. Flug wondered if they had ever actually heard him say anything, but couldn’t think of a time where that had actually happened.

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME,” Broke Hat shouted over the music, Flug shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts. Broke Hat took this as a no.

“Goddammit, Flug! How are we going to get back our idiot if you won’t even pay attention?! I will repeat myself one more time, and only one, so you better be paying attention or else!” Flug knew he didn’t mean the insult, or the threat, but still nodded and went along with it. It was Broke Hat’s only way of showing much emotion around other people, his only solace in life, and Flug wasn’t going to try to take it away from him. It would be like taking a security blanket from a baby. A large, demonic, aggressive baby.

“We go in, right? I start going after people, while you… You do whatever. I couldn’t care less, really.” Broke Hat made a dismissive hand motion.

“We’re not doing that,” Flug said, head in his hands as the music pierced his eardrums. He really wished he had salvaged the noise cancelling headphones he had kept in the lab during long days where Demencia would do nothing but play her guitar, and Black Hat was nowhere to be seen. Those days were long gone, sure, but the thought of having those cushiony pillows for your ears was one that he didn’t want to pass up. Back to the topic at hand, though. He thought for a second, placing a hand on his chin, before coming up with an idea that just might work. “How about we both sneak in, find Demencia, and sneak back out before anyone can notice us.”

Broke Hat pondered the plan for a few seconds, rubbing his temples before letting out a reluctant sigh. “Fine. But I’m not following this plan because I want to. Only because it seems smart enough,” he said with a grimace, crossing his arms and pouting. Flug rolled his eyes with a soft smile, before wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close.

“I know you’re worried about Demencia.”

“I’m not.”

“And I know how much you want her back.”

“I really don’t.”

“But we’re going to get her, and it won’t be that much of a hassle,” Flug finished, giving Broke Hat a quick peck on the cheek. This caused Broke to stand up and stomp towards the upside down top hat that acted as the main base of operations for Party Hat.

The thing that hit them hardest when they entered the building, for Flug, was the sound. He couldn’t even hear his own thoughts in here, let alone anything that the other man was saying. Luckily for him, Broke Hat wasn’t actually speaking. He was much too focused on the smell of the place: it reeked of half drunk glow sticks, sugar, vodka, and sweat, and the combination of the smells just made him want to puke up all of his internal organs, necessary or otherwise.

He forced himself to refrain, though. Knowing Party Hat, if he caught even the slightest whiff of either of them, it would not be good for anybody. Especially not Broke. He didn’t want to deal with that child he was forced to call his brother. He just needed to get Demencia, make sure all of the money was accounted for, and skedaddle befor-

A raised hand signalled for the music to cease, and the duo froze, all eyes on the both of them as a spotlight shone down on them, before a voice, effeminate and rather sassy sounding, rang through the crowd. “Why, what a pleasant, but unexpected surprise~!”

Dammit!

Broke Hat let a growl escape his lips, while Flug just stood stock still, arms firmly at his side and hands balled into fists. They just needed to grab Demencia, and get out. Maybe it would be easy! All they had to do was ask for Demencia back, and then they left, and never came back. Of course, Demencia would be grounded as soon as they got back, but he wasn’t going to let her go out after all the shit she was putting them through.

A dark gray skinned being slowly floated down from the ceiling, laying on his stomach upon a red silk padded bed held up by nothing, propelled by nothing, purple suit glowing under the blacklight of the house along with the neon green ribbon that decorated his hat. Seriously, did they have any other sort of lighting? And besides, Flug had a strong feeling that being surrounded by blacklight all the time was probably bad for you in so many ways, but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. Science and the like could wait. Right now, what they needed was diplomacy, and to keep Broke Hat from trying to murder everyone in a fifty foot radius.

The demon known as Party Hat soon flipped onto his back, so he could jump off the bed and float gracefully to the ground at the other end of the room, surprisingly stable for someone who was wearing platform heels, before taking the microphone from the hands of DJ Glug with a flourish. “I see we have two VIB’s tonight! Can we all give them a round of applause?”

“VIB’s,” Flug asked before he could stop himself, immediately regretting his decision when a bunch of giant screens descended from the ceiling, displaying white impact font on a background of pictures of their faces, some horribly photoshopped so they were in the same room and smiling at the same time, and each word separated by an explosion or some other stupid special effect.

VERY IMPORTANT BITCHES

That addition of the screens was met with applause and whooping from all of the visitors in attendance, much to the chagrin of Broke Hat and company, Flug looking in horrified embarrassment at said screens while Broke Hat just glared at his cousin, who was of course cackling whilst he float on his back. “Look, you have my idiot, and I would very much appreciate if you would give her back,” Broke Hat snarled, before Flug could stop him. However, Flug did manage to calm him slightly by taking his hand into his own, the effect being mutual for both parties.

“What he means to say,” Flug said, voice cracking before he cleared his throat. At least someone was trying to keep some form of peace between the two cousins, Broke Hat glaring at Party Hat, while Party Hat and DJ Glug just looked amused. “What we mean, is that we believe that one of our friends-”

“I believe the term is acquaintance, Flug,” Broke rasped, but squeezed the other’s hand.

Flug sighed, deciding to relent on this one occasion. “Our acquaintance may have run off to be here, and we really need to get her back. She has something that belongs to me… us. Belongs to us.”

“Oh,” Party Hat questioned, seeming to ponder over the question a little bit before realization dawned on him. “Oh! I think you mean my daughter!” He tittered at that, watching with a strange gleeful look as the jaws of the others fell almost to the ground.

Broke Hat composed himself first. “No, we mean our idiot, and if you would kindly show us where she is, we will be on our way,” he corrected, about to begin walking when all of a sudden, Party Hat appeared in front of him, causing Broke to bump into his chest. Silence, and then, “You know you’re only taller with those ridiculous heels on, right?”

“And you’re only taller with that ridiculous top hat, bae-est cousin! Now come on! Unwind. Chill a little! Have some fun,” he said, much like an announcer would. Everyone cheered once more, Broke Hat growling at the nickname until Flug held up a hand to silence the crowd of onlookers. It seemed that people were getting annoyed at this point, that these two people had come in, uninvited (though wasn’t that how most people came to be in this pit of damnation?), and caused the music to stop. Plus, they were just plain rude!

“Look, we just need our fri-” Broke Hat’s glare stopped him from completing that word, and he instead went for something a bit more… relaxed. “Our acquaintance, Demencia. Do you happen to know where she is?”

“Demencia? Hmm… Demencia, Demencia, Demencia,” Party Hat said, tapping his chin in feigned confusion before he ‘recognized’ the name. “Oh yeah! So you do mean my daughter!”

“D-DAUGHTER,” Flug shouted, yanking his hand from Broke’s to place both on either side of his head.

“Yup! Gluggy and I, well, we have been wanting to become parents for a while,” he said as if he hadn’t effectively kidnapped a young girl with fucking lizard superpowers. Glug gave a happy beep at that from behind his mask, his mouth (?) curved into an ever present grin. “And, gee, We couldn’t resist! She just looks so happy! Look at her go,” he continued, another floating spotlight focusing on a girl with a dark pink mohawk, a green lizard hood, dancing before she spotted them, and waved.

“Demencia,” Flug called out, ready to go grab her and just run out of the house. That was, until that security guard, Vaccinia or something, moved to stop him from going after her. “Hey! Get out of my way!”

“Sorry, but this area is reserved for friends of the family only,” she said, holding a hand to block his way.

“Come on,” Party Hat tutted, steepling his fingers together, a smile spreading across his face that traveled to his eyes, even behind those ridiculous glasses. “Demencia isn’t just a friend of the family, she’s a part of it now! You really ought to learn the difference.”

“Sorry sir,” she said, a frown on her face before she began pushing the much weaker man back towards the center, much to his anger.

“Aww, just look at her, Glug,” Party Hat mused, floating over to Glug’s also floating DJ booth and putting an arm around him. “Isn’t she so beautiful? Our little bud is blooming into a wonderful poppy flower!”

“You…” Flug pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s only been four hours.”

“But Flug, but doesn’t it feel like so much longer,” he retorted, Glug giving a content ‘bewoop’ noise from right behind him.

“No, it doesn’t. It’s only been four hours.”

“Well, you’re no fun,” Party Hat grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring from behind some very… unique glasses. That seemed to be agreed upon by the rest of the party goers, who were starting to get a bit antsy: these random nobodies decide that they just want to come in and stop the whole party? For what? Just some

“Boo,” shouted Demencia, followed by more and more people who joined in on calling out the two mystery men, some even going so far as to throw red solo cups at them, along with tissues and glow sticks.

“C-come on! She stole my tip jar,” Flug shouted, and stomped his foot. Now he was fuming. He had to get up at seven in the morning tomorrow to work another eight hour shift, and he was not in the mood for this stuff right now. He just needed to get Demencia and go, and this asshole was making it so much harder than it neede to be! “Look, just give her back!”

“Not unless you give me something in return~”

“What do you even want?! You’re a rich asshole that already has more than what you need,” Broke Hat snarled, pushing Flug behind him in order to keep him from losing it. Flug could get a little nervous in situations like this. Surrounded by people, bright lights, loud sounds… Sensory overload, he had heard Flug refer to it as, after some sort of human meltdown. They needed to leave soon. However, if they got kicked out now, then they lost, and Broke Hat may have been down on his luck, but one thing he would never be was a loser.

“Oh, I dunno,” Party Hat mused, lolling lazily through the air and checking his nails as if they had just been manicured. Knowing him, they probably had. “Why don’t we ask…”

The screens from before began flashing different words, still in impact font but this time with a poorly made stock photo of a party popper, still with the white background and watermark whilst it flipped back and forth, as the crowd began cheering once more in excitement, chanting the next few words slowly. “The Party!”

“Popper!” “Prophet!”

Airhorns provided by DJ Glug were blared through the loud speakers, causing Flug to jump out of his skin, much to the enjoyment of everyone. Party Hat didn’t seem to notice, as he was too busy having fun. “Oh my gosh, you all know me so well,” Party Hat squealed, clapping his hands twice before pulling out a normal looking party popper, if not a bit cheap. “You know how all this works, but just for those who may be new! The object of the game is that we have to do whatever the PPP says! If someone refuses, it’s an automatic forfeit! Winner takes all!”

Before Flug and Broke Hat could talk it over, Broke Hat decided that enough was enough, stepping forward and holding out his hand. “We accept,” he said, hand starting to glow a dark red. “WHAT,” Flug shouted, watching as Party Hat took the other’s hand with little hesitation, his own hand glowing a deep purple. They should’ve at least talked it out! Maybe made a plan, but no! Of course not! Because he didn’t matter, because nothing mattered to either of the two demons!

“Flug, I’ve got this,” Broke Hat said, trying to calm the other down. “It’ll be fine. Have I ever steered you wrong?” “Yes!”

“Oh… Well, this time will be different,” Broke said, turning back to his cousin. “If I win, I get Demencia.”

“And if I win, I get… Hmm. You don’t really have much, do you,” Party Hat asked rhetorically, thinking for a few seconds and scouring his mind. “What is your favorite thing that you own right now?”

“Definitely not you,” Broke retorted, sticking his tongue out.

“Ouch. Harsh,” Party Hat muttered, putting a hand to where his heart would be, if he were human. “I get to keep Demencia, of course, but how about Mr Paper Bag over there,” he asked, pointing at Flug.

Flug froze, eyes wide in alarm and fists clenched at his side. Oh God, he couldn’t survive this night any longer.

Broke Hat seemed to sense the feelings that the other had, glaring at Party Hat and taking Flug’s hand. “He is not for sale. End of discussion.”

“Oh, pff. Fine,” he grumbled, pouting. “Not like I needed him, anyway. I’ve got a Glug with a nice hole, anyway!”

Glug winked at Flug, then flicked his tongue at Broke Hat. Flug grimaced, as did his other, before he stepped forward and did something really, really stupid. “I’ll do it!”

Broke looked at Flug with wide eyes, immediately signalling for him to shut the fuck up. Party Hat just smirked at him, though, eyebrow raised. “Oh? You’ll what?”

Flug had fucked up, oh God, he’d fucked up. But he couldn’t back out now. “I’ll stay here.” Broke Hat face palmed. What an idiot. An adorable, lovable idiot. There was nothing he could do now. Party Hat looked more than amused at this turn of event, holding his head in his hands. “Ooh, looks like we’ve got a volunteer! I hope you enjoy parties, Fluggy boy~” Party winked at Flug, who held his arm in his hand. Glug just wiggled his eyebrows at Flug, who was feeling more and more uncomfortable at the moment. What had he done?

“Just pop the PPP already, nerds,” Demencia shouted from her VVIB area, earning shouts of agreement from the crowd. Did they really have nothing better to do with their time? He supposed not, as Party Hat silenced the crowd once more.

“Fine, fine. So impatient,” Party Hat muttered, waving his hand. “I’ll do it, but only because I love you all! Ready? One… Two… THREE!”

The Party Popper Prophet was popped, the noise a bit louder than Flug would’ve liked. If Broke Hat lost this, he was so fucking screwed. God, how was he going to live here? How did this even work?! He could barely live in an apartment with two other people and a bear, how was he going to live in a mansion that was partying twenty four seven?

“The PPP says…” The confetti from the popper spelled something out in the air. “Epic Rap Battle!”

Oh God, they were so screwed.

“Ooh hoo hoo,” Party Hat chuckled, floating there with a smirk. “Looks like I’m the champion of default! Unless you still wanna go through with this? I won’t complain, but you can’t whine once I beat you!”

“Oooooooh!”

“Y-yeah, well… You’ve obviously never seen Broke Hat rap before,” Flug retorted, causing an uproar, before turning to Broke. “You have rapped before, right?”

“Pfft, of course I have…”

Flug glared.

“Ugh. Do you really want to live here,” Broke asked, crossing his arms.

“What? No!”

“That’s what I fucking thought. Do you know how to beatbox?”

Flug winced. “What the…? I don’t!”

“What the fuck, why not?!”

“Because I never thought I’d need it in order to save my own hide!”

“Alright, alright, I get it, this was a stupid plan and I blame you.”

“Blame m-”

“FLUG THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE POINTING FINGERS,” Broke yelled, stomping his foot, before pondering their options.  “Now, we need a plan… Go sabotage him.”

“I… Actually, that’s not that bad of a plan…”

“I know right? It’s almost like you’re not the only genius in the household, Mr I Have Four Ph.Ds and Got Into University on a Scholarship. Now go, find a weak point.”

Flug rushed off, Broke turning back to Party, who raised a brow in confusion. “Please don’t tell me you’re trying to cheat, Brooke.”

“It’s Broke. And even then, nobody’s allowed to call me that. Especially not the likes of you,” he retorted, throwing his hoodie to the side and cracking his knuckles. “Let’s just get this over with, so I can return home and finish that unholy abomination of a feature length film.”

That seemed to perk Party Hat’s interest somewhat. “Oh? Which film?”

“The one with that Seinfeld human as a bee. How anyone could actually consider that a good idea is beyond me,” Broke grumbled, crossing his arms as he stood there.

“Oh, I know which one you’re talking about! Yeah, that was really bad, even for my tastes.” “JUST GET ON WITH IT ALREADY,” Demencia shouted from her booth, Broke Hat glaring at her.

“You’re not helping!”

“I dare to disagree, Bro-key. She has been keeping this party going for a long while! Can’t wait to see what she can do over a long period of time.” He winked at her, blowing her a kiss which she caught and put to her cheek. “That’s my girl!”

Glug stepped down from the floating DJ booth with help from Party Hat, microphone in hand as he cracked his neck and cleared his throat. “Glug will beat box for the both of us, since apparently, you haven’t trained yours to do so.”

“It was never important to us,” Broke Hat sighed, as Glug finally made his way down, standing right behind Party Hat. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Glug began beat boxing, Party nodding along to try and get a feel for the beat  before starting his verse.

“Whoo, okay, time to welcome me to the show, you know, that I’m better in innumerable ways, bro, and if you ever tried, you’d find yourself tongue tied, there’s nothing you can do to stop me! So why don’t you just give up and flee with your homies, before you end up pee-ing yourself, in fear of the ways that I’ll kick you in your shelf!”

“Ooooooooh!”

“Whoot, go Party Hat,” Demencia called from the booth, earning her another glare from Broke Hat. “That doesn’t even make any sense,” he complained. “And you!” He pointed to Demencia. “Stay out of it!”

“Pfft, whatever. You’re not my dad!”

“I very well may be, with the way I put up with your shit all the time! And I’m not even that good at coming up with rhymes, but you know I can’t even think of a single dime, you haven’t spent upon whisky or wine! With your screaming and shouting, it’s driving me crazy, one more word and everything goes hazy! I can’t believe the crap you put us through, you ungrateful little bitch boo fucking hoo!”

Dead silence, even from Demencia and Glug, who must’ve stopped beat boxing a long while ago. Then, someone started clapping. And another. Then, more people, until finally, the whole crowd was in an uproar, as Party Hat looked on in disbelief, before motioning towards Glug. “Cut the lights! Now,” he said through grit teeth, making a slicing motion over his neck. Before Glug could even get through the crowd and back to the stage where all of the controls sat, though, the power went out, red and blue lights flashing underneath the crevice of the door, and the blaring of sirens that sent Party Hat into a panicked frenzy. “WE’VE BEEN CAUGHT EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES,” he shouted at the top of his lungs, grabbing Glug and Vaccinia into his arms and making a break for the backyard, whilst everyone else screamed in fear.

“I don’t wanna go to jail!”

“I just thought this would be fun! I didn’t know about the drugs!”

“Wait, there were drugs and I didn’t know about them?!”

Everything was in chaos, and Broke Hat was about to book it as well, after grabbing Demencia of course. That was, until he saw Flug strolling casually through the room, making his way towards the duo as he… whistled? What the fuck was going on?!

“FLUG WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID ASSHOLE WHY ARE YOU SO NONCHALANT ABOUT THI-”

“Sir! Sir, get it together,” he said, grabbing the other’s hand before he could leave with Demencia over his shoulder. “Have you noticed anything… strange?”

Broke raised an eyebrow at that, before realizing something important: nobody had come through the door. Nobody had tried to raid the house, or even talk to them. The only thing alerting anyone to the presence of cops was the sirens and the lights. No human beings in sight. At that moment, Broke smiled wide, wider than either of them had seen in awhile. “Flug, you may be an idiot most of the time, but that was one of your best moves yet. Although it really wasn’t necessary in the long term, I suppose…”

“Yeah, Broke Hat killed it,” Demencia piped in, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “You should’ve seen it! He was yelling at me, and it sort of rhymed I suppose, but dude it was amazing! He’s no Deltron but he is… I don’t know. Something?”

She shrugged, a smirk on her face and tongue sticking out, before she started to skip out of the manor. Broke Hat began following behind, since with this stupid inhibitor, he couldn’t see much in the darkness, and Flug following dead last, clinging to Broke. He would need a bath and everything once he got out of this Hell hole. He wondered if Demencia would let him borrow one of her Lush products that she insisted on buying twice a month, even if they barely had the money to afford it.

“Speaking of which,” he muttered to himself before looking at Demencia with a frown. “You’re grounded.”

[hopingfordawn]

Ask thing - 1-150 :*

Now I definitely know that you hate me Alex. :( *sniffles*You keep doing this, just because you know that I’ll do it.Whhhyyyy....

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?Probably my sister about 2 months ago? I can’t remember.2. Are you outgoing or shy?Depends. I am not really shy, but crowds make me extremely anxious. I feel paranoid very often and that prevents me from leaving my apartment. But when I first meet people, they probably think that I am the most outgoing person there is. I don’t know why, I act really happy and outgoing when I meet new people, but that diminishes over the weeks of knowing them. And “the real me” comes out. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?My mom this New Years. I haven’t seen her in over half a year and I miss her like crazy. I worry about her.4. Are you easy to get along with?Depends who you ask. I would say yes. In a roommate sort of way, my sister probably hates me. Because she likes to bring people over every single day and I like my privacy and she makes so much noise. She get’s annoyed at me when I even suggest that she could possibly visit them instead sometimes. 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?There is no one that I currently like romantically. So I can’t answer for that. But my best friend would. (Both of them). One of them already had the misfortune of having to do so. On my first ever time of being drunk (and high at the same time). Also he is smaller than me (at a very tiny 1,60m). I clearly remember him carrying me piggy back style back home. I am very happy to announce, that I do NOT remember throwing up though, that’s a very convenient part of the night to forget.And I will forever be indebted to him, love him with all my heart. He is such a sweetheart. 6. What kind of people are you attracted to?Nice ones. 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?No. I probably won’t be in a relationship 3 years from now, so 2 months? Naw. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?Rami Malek. (I need help) 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?Not really, but I start giggling like a middle schooler, sooo. 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Alex/ Eljot from Tumblr :)Who also is that asswipe who wanted me to answer the whole 150 questions. Thank you. (I love you anyway) 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“What could >WE 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Fallout Boy - Centuries Sia - I’m In HereMelanie Martinez - Mad HatterHalsey - Hold Me DownImagine Dragons - Believer 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Never happened but probably not. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Luck, yes. Miracles? I don’t think so. 15. What good thing happened this summer?Summer is just started for me here, so no update on this. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Hell to the no. 17. Do you think there is life on other planets?It is mathematically impossible for this NOT to be the case. So, yes, I believe in life on other planets. 18. Do you still talk to your first crush?No, he is dead. 19. Do you like bubble baths?Who doesn’t? Give me one person who is honest when they say, they don’t like bubble bath’s. 20. Do you like your neighbors?Nohohohoooo. I have this one neighbor that complained about the way that my sister and I were putting up the curtains. Or that we should stop using the bathroom at night because it kept her from sleeping, we were apparently too loud. 21. What are you bad habits?- When I feel bad or just not up for human interaction I shut myself off from society and ignore messages, calls etc. - I can’t seem to keep down anything I eat. I always end up puking my guts out. 9 years of therapy and I still can’t lose this shit.- When I say I am going to sleep, I actually mean I am going to lie down and read fanfics for the next 3 hours and then go to sleep.- I procrastinate like a professional.- I can’t seem to finish any project that I start. The Jack Frost Staff I made when I was 16 still needs to be painted. That one corset still needs to be redone in the right fabrics. All the fanfics I started and never continued...- more more more more 22. Where would you like to travel?Russia, Japan, China, Iceland, Australia, The Caribbeans, Egypt, Korea, EVERYWHERE 23. Do you have trust issues?Yes. OH Yes. The Problem is, I trust too easy at the beginning, and then I start to mistrust my own judgement and therefore also the person I put my trust in. Because it is impossible for someone to actually want to be faithful to me, right? 24. Favorite part of your daily routine?When I lie back down on my bed and start reading fanfics in a sort of “going to sleep ritual”. 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?Everything. Really, I often feel like I am stuck in the wrong body. This is my prison. 26. What do you do when you wake up?Roll over, stretch and hope that it is weekend so that I can just stay right there. 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Lighter. I guess this is something that stuck with me from my hardcore gothic phase when I was a teenager. I wanted to have white, white skin for the black of my clothes to pop out more, you know? I have this asian undertone in my skin, slightly yellow, and I am slightly darker (latina). and it bugged me as a teenager so badly. I was such an idiot. 28. Who are you most comfortable around?My best friends. Who are sadly not here. One (the guy from the drunk story) is in Chile. And the other in Germany. 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?I don’t really have ex’s. So I wouldn’t know. But when I was 15, there was this 1 guy that after 3 hours told me I was the love of his life and we kissed and it was horrible and I told him it wouldn’t work out. He made such a scene. I mean he ran away and threatened to jump off a bridge, for a girl that he knew less than a day...And I was so worried at first, but after 2 hours of running after him and searching and finding him on the bridge, I honestly was just mad and said outright that from this point on I didn’t care if he jumped. If he wanted to ruin his life for a girl he didn’t know at all, for an illusion, then be my guest, I am done running after him. Of course he didn’t. Years later I learned, that he still mourned me “leaving him” and wasn’t over me still. Ugh. 30. Do you ever want to get married?Couldn’t answer this yet. Probably? But I don’t want kids, so that might be a problem. 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?To my waist and I need to cut it. I want it really short. I can’t stand the long hair on myself. I only wear it in a bun anyway. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?I don’t see MYSELF in any sexual situation. In every sexual fantasy I have I am always someone else. Sad but true. 33. Spell your name with your chin.sxiusdsdiu 34. Do you play sports? What sports?No. I used to play Baseball and Volleyball. But at the moment nothing. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music?Without TV. That’s what you have the internet for anyway. 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?My best friend? But I might have kind of indirectly told her? I mean I asked her if she would date me if I was a guy (she is sooo straight). She said no. I cried on the bus on my way home. 37. What do you say during awkward silences?Nothing. I am comfortable with silence. 38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Is also my best friend. When it happens, it happens, I don’t have a heist plan for this. 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?Media Markt. Gamestop. Amazon. 40. What do you want to do after high school?I am currently studying 3D Animation and after this I would like to do my Masters in the US, and AFTER that my biggest dream would be to work for one of the great Firms: Disney, Dreamworks, Pixar, you get it. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Normally yes, but there are ALWAYS exceptions to that rule. I don’t give a child molester a second chance. I just want to burn them alive. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?The person you tried to reach is currently unavailable, please try again later or leave a message after the beep. BEEP. 43. Do you smile at strangers?Sometimes. Sometimes they scare me shitless and I try to avoid eye contact as much as possible, and walk passed them as fast as possible. 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Outer space. Chance to see new worlds!

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?Sometimes I just cant get up. But when I do, I just think about what I want to accomplish, about what that day might bring for me. What I might miss if I don’t. 46. What are you paranoid about?When people look at me and I think they see a monster. Do I have something on my face? I don’t see anything irregular in the mirror, but they look at me strangely. Can they read my mind? Do they see right through me? Do they see how bad a person I am? Are they judging me? Can they hear me? 47. Have you ever been high?Yes. 48. Have you ever been drunk?Yes... 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?In the end it is always about, what I don’t want my family to find out. They think I am completely fine now, but actually I lost this whole week of classes because I was too scared to get out of the apartment. Paranoia and social anxiety made it impossible for me to make a step outside without getting the “fight or flight” sensation, and I am a “flight” person. When I had I had to pay the bills I had a staring contest with the creeper from the other end of the room, and when I was back home I realized hat I was the creeper and not him. Yeah. And my family believes that I have my eating disorder under control. Nope, it’s getting worse. Again. 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Black. 51. Ever wished you were someone else?Every single second of my life. 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?My Gender for example. 53. Favourite makeup brand?Maybeline New York. 54. Favourite store?Didn’t we already have this question? Amazon.com 55. Favourite blog?You all are cuties, how can you put me in such a position? 56. Favourite colour?Purple, Blue, Blood Red, Green, Black (although it is not a colour) 57. Favourite food? I like almost anything... Lasagna maybe? 58. Last thing you ate?A sweet bread bun. 59. First thing you ate this morning?Haven’t eaten anything yet. Does the milk in my coffee count? Or the pills? 60. Ever won a competition? For what?Writing competition in High School. Wasn’t the first place but I won a prize? 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Passing notes in middle school. Send home for 2 days. I was scared shitless to tell my mom. 62. Been arrested? For what?No. 63. Ever been in love? 2 times. First time he ended up dying. Second time she ended up not returning my affections. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?I was on a weekend leave from the psychiatric ward at the time (for trying to commit suicide) and my first love had basically just died and I felt unlovable and worthless and yeah well. This guy at the birthday party of my cousin fell in “love with me” after 3 hours. He kissed me. It sucked. I told him it wouldn’t work out.  The whole story is above. 65. Are you hungry right now?No. 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?I don’t have real friends where I live, so in that way, yes. More than my best friends, no? But I love my tumblr friends differently, in some ways more, yes. Because I am able to express myself more openly and talk about things I wouldn’t be able to talk to with my best friends who I know would be uncomfortable with it and would start treating me differently. 67. Facebook or Twitter?None. 68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr 69. Are you watching tv right now?No 70. Names of your bestfriends? Nicolas and Lisa. 71. Craving something? What?A hug. Cuddling while watching a TV show and talking at the TV screen together. 72. What colour are your towels?All have a different colour and variety. 72. How many pillows do you sleep with?2 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Oh yes. 2 huge bears, one in each arm, and a small Bunny I had since I was born. 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?No idea. 75. Favourite animal?I love all animals equally. But at the moment I think Owls are especially neat, as are polar foxes. 76. What colour is your underwear?Not wearing any right now, still in my pajamas. 77. Chocolate or Vanilla?Chocolate. 78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Chocolate with chocolate chunks an caramel sauce. 79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Grey 80. What colour pants?Dark blue 81. Favourite tv show?Mr. Robot 82. Favourite movie?I couldn’t say, sorry. But I really like Spider-man Homecoming. 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?The first one of course. 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?I haven’t seen 21 Jump Street so I have to go with the former. 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?The Ditzy Girl with the Weather Prophecy Boobs. 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Dory 87. First person you talked to today?No one 88. Last person you talked to today?No one, but it is only Noon 89. Name a person you hate?I don’t hate, I mean pure hate, I dislike. I strongly dislike my father and how he is acting, I very strongly dislike the new girlfriend he has who I believe is manipulating him while he is still married and making the life of my mother hell. And if this strong dislike can be counted as hate, then yes, I hate my father and this woman. But I also will always love my father at the same time. 90. Name a person you love?My mother. 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?My father. 92. In a fight with someone?Not that I am aware of. 93. How many sweatpants do you have?Only 1. I have to buy clothes but I don’t want to go shopping alone. 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?3. I repeat myself. I do the laundry very often. 95. Last movie you watched?Spider-Man: Homecoming. It was a blast. 96. Favourite actress?Jennifer Lawrence. 97. Favourite actor?Rami Malek 98. Do you tan a lot?I tan very easily but try to avoid it as much as possible. 99. Have any pets?2 very ungrateful but lovely cats. 100. How are you feeling?I don’t know. 101. Do you type fast?I think so. But I am not sure. 102. Do you regret anything from your past?Too much. But I guess everyone regrets something. 103. Can you spell well?I think so? I sure hope so! 104. Do you miss anyone from your past?My first love. My grandmother who was also my second mother. I called her mom, she raised me since I was born. She was probably more my mother, than my actual mother and that pains me to say. 105. Ever been to a bonfire party?No 106. Ever broken someone’s heart?Whoo, story from above 107. Have you ever been on a horse?Sadly, no 108. What should you be doing?I should be drawing a Story board, working on my 3D Model of the Iron Man Suit and clean the apartment. 109. Is something irritating you right now?My allergy. 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Yes. 111. Do you have trust issues?This question already existed. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?My Ethics Class Professor who is also a Psychologist. 113. What was your childhood nickname?I only had mean nicknames. Like Sissi-pissy 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes. I was born in Germany (Baden Württemberg), I have been to Spain, France, Switzerland, The Czech Republic, Austria, Chile, Peru. I have had the chance to travel a bit in my life. 115. Do you play the Wii?I have played about 3 times on a Wii console. 116. Are you listening to music right now?No. I am concentrating. 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?Who doesn’t? 118. Do you like Chinese food?Again. Who doesn’t? 119. Favourite book?I love the Harry Potter Book Series. Still waiting for my letter to arrive. It just got lost, I know it. 120. Are you afraid of the dark?Not necessarily. I am afraid of what might be hiding in it. 121. Are you mean?I don’t think so. But I guess I can be mean sometimes, like everybody. But I try my best to be nice. Everyone deserve to be treated nicely. 122. Is cheating ever okay?No. NEVER. If someone were to cheat on me I would end the relationship. Because I wouldn’t trust them anymore, and a relationship doesn’t work without trust. And obviously I didn’t mean enough to them to be faithful to me. 123. Can you keep white shoes clean?No. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight?No. Attraction at first sight, yes. But love is more than just looks. 125. Do you believe in true love?I don’t know. It’s a nice thought. 126. Are you currently bored?Not at this moment, no. 127. What makes you happy?Hanging out with good friends and just being stupid together. 128. Would you change your name?Yes. If I could change my gender and body I would totally change my name. 129. What your zodiac sign?Gemini. 130. Do you like subway?I don’t dislike it, but I don’t go out of my way to eat there. I can get a sandwich everywhere? 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?I don’t return the sentiment I will let them know that I am flattered and that they mean a lot to me, but that I sadly do not return this type of emotions. That them telling me this did not change the way I think of them, but I would understand if they need some space for a while. 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Alex, Eljot. From Tumblr. Didn’t we have this question already? 133. Favourite lyrics right now?Clipped wings, I was a broken thingHad a voice, had a voice but I could not singYou would wind me downI struggled on the groundSo lost, the line had been crossedHad a voice, had a voice but I could not talkYou held me downI struggle to fly now- Sia - Bird Set Free 134. Can you count to one million?I could, but do I want to? No 135. Dumbest lie you ever told?“It wasn’t me!” - While holding the evidence right in my tiny little hands (5 year old self) 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed. Open Doors make me really uncomfortable. 137. How tall are you?1,64 m 138. Curly or Straight hair?Curly 139. Brunette or Blonde?Brunette 140. Summer or Winter?Winter 141. Night or Day?Night 142. Favourite month?December 143. Are you a vegetarian?No. But I was once a vegetarian for a year. 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Dark 145. Tea or Coffee?Coffee 146. Was today a good day?The day just began! 147. Mars or Snickers?Snickers 148. What’s your favourite quote?“And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche 149. Do you believe in ghosts?Yes 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou)    DerechoProcesal Penal 1“Quienes intervienen en la audience deben expresar a viva voz sus pensamientos.” - El Principio de Oralidad            

[tessalovesozzy]

MASSIVE ASK

Got tagged by @the-mighty-sorceress

Rules: Tag 20 people

The Last:

1. Drink: Milk

2. Phone Call: from my folks

3. Text message: one of my IRL friends

4. Song you listened to: Don’t Pull Your Love from the new Batman and Harley Quinn movie and Burn Me Down by Gumi

5. Time you cried: Stressing out over a test that was really important

Have you:

6. Dated someone twice: No

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No

8. Been cheated on: Never

9. Lost someone special: No

10. Been depressed: Yeah, a little

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No because I hate the taste of alcohol

List 3 Favourite Colours:

12. Orange

13. Red

14. Black

In the last year, have you…

15. Made new friends: Yes, my Music Meister peeps @the-mighty-sorceress @music-meisters-possible-wifu and @couldyounottalktomethanks, they’re amazing

16. Fallen out of love: Not in this year, no

17. Laughed until you cried: Not yet

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Negatively or positively? Negatively, it was back in middle/high school though.

19. Met someone who changed you: Yes, my wonderful boyfriend

20. Kissed someone on your FB list: No. That would imply that I actually use Facebook.

GENERAL

21. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: If I actually used Facebook on a regular basis, I might tell you.

22. Do you have any pets: not anymore, but I am considering getting one when I get out of college.

23. Do you want to change your name: Nope. I love the name I was born with!

24. What did you do for your last birthday: I went shopping to my local Hot Topic and comic book store!

25. What time did you get up: 8 AM

26. What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping, because I have school.

27. Name something you can’t wait for: Batman and Two Face. Can’t Wait!

28. When was the last time you saw your mom: 2 days ago

29. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I was more organised and had less anxiety.

30. What are you listening to right now: Kesha, Melanie Martinez, Disney Music

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Not recently

32. Something that is getting on your nerves: Having the heat up too high, I can’t sleep in a hot room.

33. Most visited website: Tumblr Deviantart and Youtube

34. Mole/s: none

35. Mark/s: freckles

36. Childhood dream: I’m achieving my childhood dream of being a teacher! 

37. Hair colour: brown

38. Long or short hair: LONG. Like down to the small of my back long

39. Do you have a crush on someone: I’m dating someone right now... so... other than fictional crushes (which is a list that would literally take ages to write), I can’t help you there.

40. What do you like about yourself: I'm told that I can sing, I like the fact that I can draw. I’m determined and loyal.

41. Piercings: ear piercings

42. Blood type: Haven’t the foggiest.

43. Nicknames: My mom calls me a slew of different nicknames. Rosie-Posie, Wheezer, and Angel Face, being some of the more commonly used ones. Not entirely sure where “Wheezer” came from.

44. Relationship status: Dating

45. Zodiac: Cancer

46. Pronouns: She/Her

47. Favourite TV show/s: BOY YOU BETTER SIT DOWN BECAUSE THIS LIST IS LONG: Gotham, BTAS, Freakazoid, Animaniacs, Steven Universe, Doctor Who, Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, Danny Phantom, Lucifer, Justice League Action, Samurai Jack, House of Mouse, Ducktales, Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers, Goof Troop, Disney’s Gargoyles, Justice League, Justice League Unlimited, Kim Possible, Star VS The Forces of Evil, Gravity Falls, Wander Over Yonder, Dreamworks Dragons, Teen Titans, Batman The Brave and The Bold, Voltron, Miraculous Ladybug, Warehouse 13, Eureka, Race to the Edge

48. Tattoos: None

49. Right or left hand: Right

50. Surgery: None

51. Hair dyed a different colour: No, I’m very happy with my natural hair color.

52. Sports: I used to be on a soccer team in 2nd and 3rd grade, but I wasn’t any good at it. 

53. Vacation: I’ve been to Walt Disney World. Twice! And it has been literally 15 years since I’ve been and I want to try and vacation there again when WDW’s 50th anniversary roll around in 2021!

54. Shoes: I love flats and red converse high-tops. I have some heels but only wear them when I want to feel pretty or on special occasions.

55. Eating: PB & J sandwich and Oreos.

56. Drinking: water.

57. I’m about to: Finish my first week back at college and work on homework and art stuff.

58. Waiting for: The New Batman 66 movie and Christmas Break

59. Want: A tablet so I can actually draw digital art

60. Get married: Some time in the far off future, but not really the near future

61. Career: I’m getting a degree in Elementary Education!

WHICH IS BETTER:

62. Hugs or kisses: Hugs! Kisses are great too!

63. Lips or eyes: Eyes 

64. Shorter or taller: Taller

65. Older or younger: Older

66. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms

67. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

68. Hook up or relationship: Relationship

69. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

70. Kissed a stranger: No

71. Drank hard liquor: NO

72. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No

73. Turned someone down: No

74. Sex on the first date: Never. 

75. Broken someone’s heart: No

76. Had your heart broken: Yes

77. Been arrested: No.

78. Cried when someone died: Yes

79. Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

80. Yourself: Not always

81. Miracles: Yes

82. Love at first sight: Yes and no, Its complicated

83. Santa Claus: No...?

84. Kiss on the first date: Yes but it depends on how the date went

OTHER:

85. Current best friend: @fdartwork You’re awesome buddy!

86. Eye colour: Blue

87. Favourite movie: Toy Story

Tagged only a few because I’m too lazy to tag 20 @fetacheeseandsoup @lawful-evil-novelist @fire-miracle @fionaspooks @musicmeister-headcanons @constantlyobsessive @fdartwork