#I got my license (super late) but still no car

[marcnutz]

Long time no see!

Long post about where i’ve been and where I’m goin below :)

So, it’s been about 2 years since I last posted anything on this blog. Since I started college, I found that I just didn’t have the time or energy to write on this blog anymore.

Furthermore, I simply just don’t like DSMP or streamers anymore. I’m going to straight up say the way I consumed that type of media was not healthy at all. I DID have parasocial relationships with these people, to an unhealthy degree, and I chose to completely cut any of that media out of my life cold turkey.

Getting anxious because I might miss a stream or other video wasn’t healthy, the fandom wasn’t healthy. The constant attack on streamers for not being the epitome of morality wasn’t healthy. And honestly it was all super exhausting.

I’m going to be leaving this page up, because despite all this I am still proud of the works I’ve done, just maybe not what they are about.

I still love writing, and want to continue it, and will do so on my new blog @mmarcish I will hopefully have a new LoZ fic up today! (and yes, it’ll still be spicy) I want to keep my creative outlet, I still wanna write and talk to other ppl about the things I love, I just want to do it in a healthier way.

All love <3 ~Marcnutz

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Unknown Omega/First Heat, stepcest, claiming|mating + Daddy Kink, fingering, belly bulge, creampie, knotting, breeding

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and large age gap(R: early 20s, A: late 40s-early 50s)

WC: 4,375

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“Daddy! Can you drive me to the mall? I gotta get my phone fixed!” You called down the stairs to your stepfather. While you had your license, you didn’t have your own car and your stepdad’s was the only car you could use, though never without his permission.

“Sure thing, sweetheart! Just meet me in the car when you’re ready to go?” You heard his deep voice call back up to you. His deep, gravelly voice had an odd effect on you today. You had always known his voice was hot, though you tried to not let your mind wander too much. Today, though, it sent a shiver down your spine and just about made you weak in the knees. Literally. You felt your knees almost buckle below you.

“What the..” You muttered but just shrugged it off as your mind still being a little hazy from sleep. So you continued to slide on your clothes and pack your messenger bag.

“You almost ready, princess?” As you heard his voice again, the same shiver shot down your spine and a warmth planted itself in your lower belly. Now chalking it up to simply being hungry, you just grabbed your bag and threw the strap over your shoulder.

“Coming, daddy!” You heard the door close though it didn’t latch and you jogged down the stairs to meet your stepdad at his truck.

“Morning, princess. What’s wrong with your phone?” He asked when you climbed into the passenger seat.

You looked over at him and noticed his long black hair was tied back in a loose bun that hung low on the back of his head and his stubble was growing back from when he’d had to shave it for a meeting with the school board of the High School where he works. He wore a tight-fitting long sleeve black shirt and simple dark blue jeans with his normal black boots. His normally tired eyes didn’t quite seem tired but they were still lidded in an easy manner.

“I have no clue when it happened but the screen is entirely cracked and it looks like someone ran over it with at least a dirt bike..” You grumbled, twisting to pull your seatbelt across your body, leaving a hint that your stepbrother might have been responsible, though your stepdad seemed to gloss over it. He probably chalked it up to your constant butting heads with his son.

“Huh, well, hopefully, they can fix it quickly, it’ll be bad if no one can reach you if you go out on your own.” The rumble of the engine shook the truck and he started on his way to the super-mall in town since that was the closest place with a cell phone shop.

“While we’re there do you wanna get some food? I’m starving!” You announced with a slight laugh, seeing an amused smile playing on the Alpha’s features as he shook his head at your dramatics.

“Sure, princess, we can get some food. You okay with the stuff they got in the food court or do you wanna check anywhere else out?” He asked glancing for half a second at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hmm.. Well, I’ll probably have to leave it with them to see if they can salvage it, or at least my data, so we should probably stick close.” You reasoned, thinking of places in the mall with any good food.

“Good thinking, we’ll get there and see where our bellies take us.” He chuckled, patting his hand down on your thigh which made you laugh more with his sentence. He fully turned to look at you with his amused smile when he finally parked at the mall, which you hadn’t realized you’d arrived at.

Having been so caught up in conversation, you hadn’t realized that you felt really warm and a haze starting to infect your mind. As you moved to leave the car, you felt an uncomfortable throb in your nether regions. Pushing it to the side in favor of getting your phone fixed, you trudged forward with the tall black haired man into the mall.

“You feeling okay, sweetheart? You look a little red.” Said man asked, lifting his hand to rest it on the side of your neck opposite him, slightly wrapping his arm around you. The touch on your scent gland felt better than you ever could have imagined and your instincts all but screamed at you to curl into his body, but you resisted any and all reaction.

“Y-yea.. Maybe it’s just the summer heat catching up to me, I guess I might have put on one too many layers,” You reasoned, forgetting that you only wore one layer over your underwear, as just a tank top and leggings.

“Hmm.. Okay, but if you start feeling off you tell me, alright? I’ll drive you home and come back to grab your phone if I need to.” He kept his arm around your shoulders, though he removed his hand from your neck. The loss of contact made you inexplicably want to whine. ‘It’s probably just because I’m feeling weird so I want the comfort or something..’

“‘Kay, thanks, Daddy.” You slightly leaned into him with a content breath and he just wrapped his arm further around you as you both walked through the bustling hallways. Finally reaching the cell phone shop, you were glad you didn’t have to wait too long to reach the desk.

“How can I help you- Oh! Aizawa Sensei! What are you doing here?” The green-haired Beta teen behind the desk greeted the black-haired Alpha.

“Midoriya,” Your stepdad greeted back with a slight nod, “I’m here with my stepdaughter, her phone is busted so we need to get it fixed.” He simply explained, vaguely gesturing to you with a glance, you still being tucked into his side and still looking slightly flushed.

“Oh, hello! Are you feeling alright?” The Beta, Midoriya as it seems, asked with worry upon seeing you flushed and leaning into your stepdad.

“Mhm, fine, thank you, just a little off today,” You offered with a smile which seemed to appease the boy.

“Well, alright then! What seems to be the problem?” He offered a smile of his own in return.

“You tell me,” You chuckled, fishing your phone out of your bag as you moved to stand on your own away from the comfort of your Alpha stepdad’s side. You placed your phone on the counter and badly concealed a laugh at the way the green-haired boy’s equally green eyes nearly bulged at the sight.

“W-What happened??”

“Not sure. I left it on the kitchen counter to make dinner and I couldn’t find it for an hour or so afterwards and suddenly it appeared like that in my room. I personally suspect my stepbrother..” You muttered at the end, earning another chuckle from the man beside you.

“I think you’re just looking for an excuse to blame him for something, sweetheart.”He teased, setting his hand on your shoulder as he sent another amused grin at you as he eyed you out the corner of his eye, making you ‘Hmph’.

“Well, I’ll have to check with the Techies if this can even be salvaged, and if not we’ll do whatever we can to retrieve your data. Either way, it’ll be a while so if you just want to stick around the mall until it’s ready, that’ll probably be best. Aizawa Sensei, we can let you know when it’s ready since the time can vary by whichever process is needed. Either way, I’ll get you guys a discount.” He lowered his voice with a mischievous smile and a playful wink.

“Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver! If I don’t have my phone I’ll pretty much be confined to the house without a chaperone,” You chuckled.

“Thank you, Midoriya. We’ll stick around near here until then.” Your stepdad said, giving a small nod of appreciation. After leaving your phone in the care of his student, the Alpha lead you out of the shop and started walking in the direction of the food court.

“You still hungry, princess?” He leaned down to speak into your ear from how loud the corridor was with the people yelling speaking loudly to each other. The closeness and feeling of his breath on your ear and neck sent a shiver wracking through your body and your knees weakened leading to you falling into his embrace, though it could easily be passed off as simply leaning back into him.

“Uhm.. A-a bit, yea..” You said, moving to lead him to the restaurant stations before he could question your stutter.

Once you arrived you were then even more flushed and you felt heat rising in every part of you, between your legs throbbing even more with a sort of cramping fire in your lower belly. You were panting and the haze in your mind had even more of a hold on you now. As you entered the dining area you could feel all the sensations overwhelming you.

“Daddy..” You whined, entirely falling into him for support as your legs couldn’t keep you up any longer.

“Y/n…” The Alpha muttered out your name, his arms wrapped around your back, keeping you up. His voice was huskier and thicker and when you brought your head up to look at him, you saw his pupils were blown and his nostrils were slightly flared.

“Daddy… It.. It hurts…” The heat was overtaking your body and the throbbing between your legs was verging on painful, your lower belly feeling just about on fire and an ache building inside that your instincts knew the solution to. It was your instincts that told you that that ache you felt was from the emptiness you were so hyper-aware of.

“D-Daddy… Please.. Make it stop.. Make the heat go away.. Please… Alpha..” As soon as his denomination left your lips he had your neck craned up, cradling the back of your head, his lips locked with yours. Your mouths moved clumsily against each other, teeth bumping and saliva leaking down your chins as your tongues tangled wetly. Your pheromones leaked out in droves and made every Alpha in the area turn and look.

‘Unclaimed Omega! Just presented!’ All of their instincts practically screamed at them. When they turned and saw an Alpha already ravaging you, their jealousy and competitiveness flared. A few started moving towards where your stepdad had hoisted you onto a table and started ripping your tank top off your body.

The second that your Alpha stepfather noticed other Alphas encroaching on his Omega- stepdaughter- he turned and planted his hands on either side of you. His hands, were far enough behind you to shield you from the Alphas trying to sneak a peak. He then let out the most vicious, possessive growl you’d ever heard from him and it sent another shockwave of need through you.

“A-Alpha..!” You let out a whiny moan, catching his attention once again. He dipped back in, making quick work of shredding the rest of your top, and started laving his tongue over your scent gland. His mouth pressed against your Claim Site made slick pool in your underwear and your need to submit grew even stronger. Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled away from your neck and clenched his teeth.

“Fuck… Can’t claim you… Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess.. I’ll make it stop hurting.. but.. I can’t claim you. No matter how fuckin’ much I fuckin’ want to, princess..” He muttered in your ear. You didn’t entirely know what exactly he was talking about but you knew it made you whine and let out a whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess. I’ll make you feel good, okay? That sound good, Omega?” At the sound of the title, it’s like something snapped in you and you didn’t let yourself wallow in the confusing distress his proclamation caused and only focussed on trying to get his clothes off, or at least enough that you could reach your end goal.

“Alpha.. Alpha, please.. Need.. Need a…” You tried to beg but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your stepfather assisted in your messy rush to get his pants open with one hand while the other lifted your chin to press another sloppy kiss to your already swollen lips.

“Need a knot, princess, ‘n’ I’m gonna give you one. Promise.” He growled out against your lips in his sultry voice.

“Yes!” Your instincts cried out that that was exactly what you needed, ecstatic that your Alpha was going to give it to you.

“Just hang on a second, ‘Mega, ‘kay?” He asked, trying desperately to stay calm and not lose his head. He knew that the second he gave into his instincts fully he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from claiming you. You, his little stepdaughter who still calls him Daddy, even though you’re already 19. 19, and only now presenting, as an Omega, at that, 3 years late which led to the assumption you were a Beta. Oh, how wrong they all were.

He deftly hooked his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and shimmied them down enough to hook into your panties as well. Quietly instructing you to lift your hips as much as you could, he slid your leggings down to bunch around your knees. The scent of your slick grabbed the attention of everyone around, not just the Alphas, drawing in Betas, too. The power of a freshly presented Omega surely was a dangerous one.

“Fuck, princess… You’re drawing everyone’s attention..” Your stepdad growled out in a sort of prideful possessiveness like he was glad that everyone was not only watching but desperately wishing they could take his place, “They can all smell your slick..” He smirked as he bit his lip when he dragged his fingers through your lower lips. The feeling on your oversensitive cunt had you throwing your head back and letting out a loud keen.

“D-daddy..!” You moaned loudly when he dipped two fingers in, both going in easily with extra space left over. Taking advantage of that, he slid a third finger in to join them, adding to your pleasure, finally feeling a stretch.

“Fuck…” You heard one of the bystanders moan lowly, making you look around and notice all the people watching with varying mixtures of lust, jealousy, and fluster.

“Ahh.. Daddy.. They’re.. they’re watching..” You got out with a moan, though you were far from dissuaded by the audience.

“They are, ‘Mega. They’re all watching you. You’re so fucking gorgeous they can’t take their eyes off you..” Your stepdad told you, spreading his fingers and giving you an even more delicious stretch.

“Please! Alpha! Please! Need you.. Need your knot!” You begged loudly, purposely glancing around and watching the reactions of all the other Alphas around you. All their eyes were firmly on you, some of them had even pulled their own cocks out and began stroking them.

“Of course, princess..” Your Alpha promised, leaning in once again and pressed his lips to yours, “Whatever my Omega wants..” He let out a husky growl into your open and panting mouth as he reached to lift your legs to align with his torso in parallel.

Then, finally, you felt what you had been needing for what felt like forever. You felt his cock pressing against your awaiting hole, trying to press in, to fully breach you.

One gutsy Alpha from the crowd decided he’d had enough watching and wanted to shove his knot inside of you if your stepfather was going to take so long. He stepped forward and let out arrogant and dominating pheromones to hopefully make the black-haired man step aside and simply allow him to dominate you instead.

The moment your Alpha smelt the other Alpha approaching and sensed his intent, he did 2 things simultaneously that made you tense up in an immediate orgasm.

He whipped his head around and let out a growl so possessive and protective and downright threatening. The other Alpha not only backed off but immediately submitted and bowed his head, his arrogance having entirely evaporated.

At the same time, he slammed his hips forward and bottomed out in one thrust. You felt the tip of his cock immediately make contact with your cervix and it only confirmed what your instincts had been latently screaming. He is the perfect Alpha, he fills you perfectly and it’s as if he was always meant to be there, situated inside you, filling you wholly.

The growl he let out shook through his entire body and in turn, it reverberated inside you as well. You felt the vibrations against your clenching walls and you even felt it where his pelvis was pressed flush against the backs of your thighs. The neatly trimmed hair at the base of his dick pressed right against your clit.

“F-fuuucckk-!” You nearly screamed at the instant feeling of fullness. Your stepfather’s hands gripped tightly against your legs, still up and flush to his chest, forcing himself to keep his hips still to let you adjust to the size. He hadn’t given you time to accommodate him as he went in so he worried he would only harm you if he started right away.

“P-please!! D-Daddy-! Move! Move! Please!” You could only beg for what wholly occupied your hazy mind, only knowing your need to be thoroughly filled and bred. That was all he needed to hear as he leaned forward, just slightly, enough to let your knees fold over his shoulder.

Giving you a silent warning with his eyes, he started moving his hips, pulling out until only the tip was left. From there, he immediately began a rough pace. The table he had lifted you into, which you vaguely noted at some point was bolted to the floor, began to shake with the force of his thrusts. His left forearm wrapped tighter around both of your thighs as his other hand snapped to grip your waist in a way that felt like it was divined.

“Fuck, Omega.. Fuck, princess.. You feel so fucking good,” his stubble scratched pleasantly at the flesh of your thigh as he spoke, nipping them every once in a while, “so fucking perfect, ‘Mega..” His words began to slur as he lost himself to the feeling of your cunt gripping down on him like a vice.

“Alpha.. Alpha!! Need.. need your cum, please! Fuck, Alpha, please!!!” You simply shouted out what your Omega was telling you, not even knowing if you were getting any coherent words out at all, though that didn’t matter to you. Not to you, not to the raven-haired Alpha plowing into you, not to any of the bystanders enjoying the show.

With your head thrown back in pleasure from the delicious scrape of your stepdad’s cock against your walls, you could faintly gather that a couple of Alphas had paired with the watching Betas. They plowed into them at the same rhythm you felt your hips clashing with your stepdad’s. It seemed at least one had even already knotted and was simply humping in tandem.

Many other cocks were visible as well, being fucked into fists or simply teased, some were buried in the throats of Betas and the few other Omegas alike. You almost felt envious of the Omegas getting to choke on a cock, your mouth feeling empty for a split second before a loud cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat.

Your stepdad had used his Alpha Claws to shred your leggings right down the middle and, almost simultaneously, pressed your knees to your chest. He leaned forward even more, adding a slight burn to the backs of your thighs, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your knees were now thrown over both shoulders as he relentlessly pounded into you, hitting all new spots from the new angle.

You could feel his cock head drag over your g-spot before it rammed into your cervix, again and again, as if it were demanding entry for itself. Your lewd moans and the wet slapping of skin against skin, along with the loud squelch of your cunt, still gushing slick were reverberating around the entire dining area. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sounds reach all the way back to the Cell Phone Shop.

Soon enough, you felt the beginning of his knot forming and catching on your hole the more it inflated. The feeling of it pushing its way into your sopping hole, again and again, was going to drive you insane. After a few more thrusts and the recognition that his knot was nearing full, your Alpha stepfather shallowed his thrusts just enough to only leave his knot out until he reached full capacity.

His thrusts stayed fast but eased up on their force, making you let out an instinctive whine. You needed to be filled. Filled to the brim! No shallow thrusts! No soft thrusts! You needed a knot!

Luckily, it seemed your prayers were answered almost immediately as his knot reached full inflation and after only a couple more thrusts, he rocketed his hips into yours and shoved his knot inside you. The stretch of his large knot made you cry out in ecstasy from the sting of it forcing its way inside you. Finally. Finally! You had the knot inside you that you so desperately needed.

Mere moments after his knot was fully settled inside you, you felt his hot cum shoot out inside you and fill you to the brim. It was only then that you had been able to notice that his cock alone had managed to cause a bulge in your belly from how deep it reached and the bulge only seemed to grow with how much seed he was implanting in you. In your womb.

Faintly, as if from far away, you heard most of the audience you had wracked up reach their own ends, some inside of someone, others into their hands.

“Alpha..” You breathed contently, letting out a sigh of relief at finally being filled with both knot and seed, and at the ache being released from your legs as he moved to let them rest comfortably beside his hips. You looked down and gently placed a hand, aching from how hard you had been gripping the edges of the table,(though you don’t remember doing so) over the swell of your stomach, smiling weakly at the warmth it emanated.

“Princess…” Your Alpha responded, lifting his hand to place it over yours, “Do you feel that, ‘Mega? That’s where you’ll be carrying our pups. I’ll keep you full with my cum for your entire heat and make sure… Make sure that you’re carrying my pups.” You looked up and met his onyx eyes, his hair loose from his low bun and falling in his face, making him look like a being of pure beauty and sex sculpted by the Gods themselves. He had a lazy yet confident grin on his lips, a mixture of yours and his saliva making them glisten, the faintest hint of his Alpha Fangs showing.

He looked like the perfect vision of an Alpha. The perfect vision of Your Alpha. He may not be able to claim you, but you wouldn’t let that stop you from declaring yourself as his. You would proudly carry his pups and submit to his every desire like the perfect little Omega for him.

Your Alpha leaned down and kissed you again, though this time it was slow and sensual and loving rather than the fast and wet, fiery passion it had been before.

“Love you, princess. So fucking much..” He panted against your lips, pressing another chaste peck before resting his forearms beside my head to keep himself up.

“Love you, too.. Daddy..” Your voice was slurred with fatigue, both from the exertion of being perfectly bred and from the pure exhaustion your first heat had shot through you.

You didn’t know when, but you slightly stirred awake from when you had, apparently, passed out, at the sound of a low growl. You were still mostly asleep so you couldn’t comprehend much, but you could tell you were now being held against your stepdad’s chest as he sat in what seemed to be a booth. You vaguely recognized that he had growled at an Alpha who had gotten just barely too close to you both.

The protectiveness lulled you back into a comfortable sleep against his chest, happily breathing in his pheromones. You hadn’t been able to even realize if you could smell his pheromones earlier, your mind too occupied by the physical sensations you were receiving.

When you awoke again, you were situated in his truck, buckled up as he pulled out of the parking lot. You realized you were in his shirt and some new pants that seemed to have been bought just earlier. You felt an ache in your hips and between your legs, one you knew you wouldn’t trade for the world. Tiredly, you dragged your hand to rest over your lower belly once again.

“You finally awake, princess?” Your stepfather’s husky voice asked, seeming more than content. Looking over you found him shirtless and smiling at you as he waited for the light to change. You gave a nod with a matching grin, singing contently.

“Yea.. I’m finally awake..” You spoke, voice hoarse from your loud moans and cries, though you couldn’t be happier.

“I’m awake..” Your Omega purred happily, the sound emanating from you, too, filling the truck with the sound of a happy, filled, and bred Omega.

You could feel the heat calming in your body, leaving you with an exhausted form feeling aches all over and a feeling inside you that you couldn’t pinpoint. All you knew was that your Omega was completely and wholly content and happy. You felt inexplicable giddiness and ecstatics, like everything had gone according to some grand plan.

You couldn’t seem to bring your hand away from your belly, feeling like you were meant to hold it. To cradle it.

‘Who knows? I’ll just have to figure out these instincts as I go.. Maybe it’s an Omega thing.’

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[pablitogavii]

Passenger Princesa

SiInce our boys finally got his driving license, here's the cute little story for all you ladies <3

You were at home reading your book by the pool and getting some sunlight while Pablo left early in the morning for his driving test which he was so nervous about but you had no doubt he would do amazing. He was Pablo Gavi after all!

pablito: come out princesa. time to become a passanger princesa ;)

When you read that message you jumped from the chair rushing towards the front door where your boyfriend stood next to an opened passenger door of his car.

"Is this for real Pablito??" you asked and he smiled nodding your head as you rushed hugging him tightly congratulating him on passing his exam.

"Now, sit back and relax princesa" he said buckling you up before kissing your head and you were quite enjoying this 'princess treatment of his.

"I'm so proud of you amor" you said as he started driving you around the neighborhood towards the main road. One hand was on the steering wheel while the other reached and went to your thigh..he waited for so long to be able to do this! ;)

"Now I can always drive you places..even late at night when you crave McDonalds fries" he said and you chuckled blushing a little while you looked at his hand leaving shapes on your thigh..you could get used to this ;)

"Where are we going cariño??" you asked when he went onto the main road and he said to trust him and not ruin the surprise. Your hand started softly touching his on your thigh before you closed your legs around his hand making him smirk.

"Don't distract me princesa..I'm still a young driver" he said cockily and you blushed pretending to be innocent in this whole thing. When you arrived to your favorite ice cream place your smile grew.

Gavi parked perfectly like he'd done it so many times before, and when you were about to open the door he yelled 'don't you dare!' before rushing outside and opening it for you instead. Flashes of fan and paparazzi cameras were catching your little moment and you were super shy with red cheeks.

"Let them know who is mi passenger princesa ;)" Pablo whispered into your ear kissing your lips before closing the door and taking your hand to walk towards the ice cream shop.

"Gavi! Gavi! How is he at driving??" they asked you and you smiled nodding your head saying quickly 'he's a really good driver' making him smile down at you.

"My girl can finally be a passenger princesa" Pablo said making everyone scream and you to blush more hitting his shoulder while he chuckled adoring to make you embarrassed like this before you both left inside to get some well deserved ice cream.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

I'm finally a passenger princesa!! <3 Te amo @pablogavi

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Comments:

alehandrobalde: por fin hermano JAJAJA @pablogavi

pablogavi: JAJA

pablogavi: mi princesita lindaaa <33

y.n.bebe: so proud of you bebé <3 liked by pablogavi

mikkykiemeney: watch out!! crazy kinds on the road!! hehe

y.n.bebe: let the road rage start!!

pablogavi: not you too amor jajaja

gavirafanclub: awe! love this! congrats Pablo!!

pedri: congrats hermano! finally i don't have to be your private taxi!!!

gavipedrifan: :(((( no more pedri/gavi car rides

pedri: he will always be my passenger princesa jaja

pablogavi: true true! jaja

Let's all hope, Pablo had no road rage JAJA

Thanks for reading! <33

[shrewstew]

My Stinky Teenage South Park Headcanons (long asl)

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Pt. 1 - Kenny McCormick

Warning: Blood + SH scars, you have been warned

There’s some angst mixed in here, it’s like a big bag of trail mix except instead of m&ms you get sad

Kenny works at Tweak Bros along with Tweek, Craig, Red, and Wendy. He works the most amount of hours, and almost always gets employee of the month. It pisses Tweek off sooooo much.

During breaks, Tweek vents at him while he silently listens. Him and Craig stay silent, and show eachother memes sometimes. Him and Wendy are pretty friendly with eachother. Him and Red don’t really talk, cuz she’s popular and he sniffs paste, and being friends with Wendy doesn’t really change that.

He spends most of his free time either with the gang or at work. He is always on that grind 🔥💪

He sets things on fire for fun.

He also steals a lot, he is banned from the nearest Walmart

He gets the least amount of sleep out of the 4. He has a busy mind. But he also works late hours, and has to try to get his homework done. He usually tries to quiet his mind with dirty mags or by texting anyone who’s awake.

He doesn’t “come out” to anyone, he just gets a boyfriend one day and everyone just has to accept that.

He also never got diagnosed with anything until adulthood, cuz poor.

He likes big boobs, AND ☝️😲 men with large pectorals

He likes skirts, long ones specifically. He hates makeup tho, he tried to be a model for Karen but he kept unintentionally flinching away and she got fed up. He also likes painting his nails cuz it keeps him from chewing them to the bone

Parentification trauma. Forced to basically be a parent for Karen, he now struggles with setting boundaries and at times people pleasing. He is emotionally unstable and prefers to keep that shit to himself

He gets a lot of piercings, but they often get infected and close up due to lack of care

He does them himself. He bites a belt and takes his mom’s sewing needle in his skin like a champ. He uses earrings he stole from hot topic

He has a hard time taking care of himself, he hates brushing his hair, his teeth are rancid, he forgets to shower frequently, and I already mentioned his sleep schedule.

Karen likes to brush his hair for him, so she can practice braiding. She also tries to remind him to take care of himself, and he gets defensive cuz he thinks it’s embarrassing and feels bad for making her worry

He fucking loves horror movies I’ve decided. Also a big sci-fi fan.

(Tw s/h, I try to keep it vague) He still dies a lot. So he eventually develops a bad habit as a form of having control in his life. This is a troubling combination with his addictive personality.

Every now and then he goes hunting with Kevin on the weekends, and they are completely silent the entire time. It’s peak bonding. One time they brought back a moose.

They also spend some time together sitting on the porch drinking beer they stole from their dad, also in complete silence.

He does not have a license, and he is not trusted with cars. The family car is already a heap of shit, they don’t need him wrecking it in a freak accident.

I think he is one of those people who genuinely could vibe with any music genre. His playlist is genuinely confusing and whiplash inducing. I think he would like System of A Down, AC/DC, and The Bloodhound Gang (But that’s just me)

He is the kind of guy to not pay attention to anything the group is talking about, he is just dancing to the music playing on the mall speakers or something

Feel free to add your own

I don’t draw scars very often on characters, this likely isn’t super accurate, but I’m willing to learn how to make it not look like shit

[surftrips]

LABYRINTH

OBX WRITING WEEK DAY 3 — RELUCTANT FRIENDS TO LOVERS W/ SARAH CAMERON

word count: 1.8k

summary: y/n must figure out why she doesn’t receive an invite to her best friend, sarah cameron’s birthday party.

a/n: yes, this is based on the kiara sarah birthday storyline but i couldn't help myself, it's just so queercoded. almost halfway through obx writing week, let's go woooo!

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. You were repeating the words over and over in an effort to calm yourself down.

You just found out that you did not get invited to your best friend, Sarah Cameron’s birthday party. And you had to hear about it from the girls who did get invited. 

You were standing outside of your math classroom when you them talking.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I got invited!”

“Me neither! Do you think Rafe will be there?” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Not only were the girls invited to your best friend’s party instead of you, they only wanted to go for her older brother. These girls didn’t even know Sarah like you did. 

You recounted the past week, wondering what you could have possibly done to upset Sarah. You knew your friend was sensitive sometimes, but you had never had any issues before. What had changed? 

You decided that after school, you would approach Sarah about this. Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding. Maybe you would get your invite after school, along with a much needed hug. 

But when the bell rang after last period, Sarah was nowhere to be seen. You looked in all your usual meetup spots, asked around, even checked to see that she wasn’t staying late with any teachers. 

Sighing, you decided to text her. 

Hey Sarah, can we talk? 

No response. 

Are you still at school?

One minute, five, then ten and still nothing. 

Exasperated, you gave up. If Sarah wasn’t going to communicate with you, then there was no use talking to a brick wall. 

In your bedroom, you desperately tried to focus on your homework, but to no avail. Usually Sarah would be here with you, both of you struggling to do basic math and laughing at each other. 

One particular memory came to mind:

“Sarah, I’m literally so stressed right now. Why would they schedule two tests on the same day?”

“Y/N, you got this, it’s going to be okay.” 

“How do you know that? This is going to make or break my grade for this semester.”��

“I know it is, but you’re gonna be amazing. You always are.” 

You smiled. She always knew what to say. Sarah would break her back just to make you break a smile. Now, she wouldn’t even respond to your text. 

Come to think of it, Sarah had begun acting weird around you earlier in the week, but you didn’t give it much thought. You knew that Sarah’s home life wasn’t super easy, that sometimes she got anxious and needed time to herself. But Sarah always talked to you about it after a while. Suddenly, you wondered if maybe things were worse than she thought. But if she wasn’t getting along with her family, why would she throw her birthday party at Tanny Hill? 

All of this overthinking wasn’t helping you, so you decided to call it a night. Foolishly, you chose to believe that Sarah’s phone had just died. Along with a bunch of other coincidences that explained why she wasn’t talking to you. Anything to help you sleep better at night. 

In the morning, your heart dropped when you didn’t get your usual good morning text from Sarah. Something was terribly wrong and the thought of your best friend being mad at you made you sick. You contemplated calling out of school, but you knew that that was also your best chance at seeing Sarah. 

Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitted t-shirt, you pulled yourself out of the house and into your car. You silently cursed your Jeep for automatically connecting to your BlueTooth and playing Sar + Y/N/N’s Jams, the playlist you and Sarah had made at the beginning of sophomore year. You had made a bet about who would get their license first, and though you both got it around the same time, it was a tradition that Sarah be the passenger princess. 

Now, the seat next to yours was empty.

Pulling into the school parking lot, you searched for any of the Cameron’s vehicles. She had to have gotten to school somehow. You couldn’t imagine she would carpool with someone else.

As the day went on, you were growing increasingly more anxious. By lunchtime, tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you composed yourself before they did. 

By the end of the day, you were furious. Sadness and worry had grown into anger. You would never do something like this to Sarah. Didn’t she know how sick you felt? How much sleep you had lost over her last night? At this point, you didn’t even care about the birthday party anymore. You just wanted to know what you did that was so awful, she would ghost you like this. 

The week went on, and your eyebags and temper grew progressively worse. By Friday, the day of the party, you were practically buzzing with indignation. You couldn’t stand to hear one more person talk about the party, one more person ask what you were wearing, one more thought about Sarah Cameron, your ex-best friend. 

That night, you did the one thing you could think of to get back at her. You called the cops on her party. You knew that there would be alcohol and probably some other substances, maybe the music would be too loud. You also knew that the Camerons were far too wealthy to face any real consequences, so you called purely out of spite. Just to ruin the mood, as Sarah had been doing to you all week. 

After the phone call, you had the best sleep you’ve had all week.

In the morning, you were abruptly woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. And ringing, and ringing. Who the hell is calling me on a Saturday morning?

You stared at the bright screen of your phone as your eyes adjusted to the light. 

Incoming call: Sarah Cameron &lt;3

Oh, of course she wants to talk now. You contemplated not even picking up, just blocking her number and moving on. But deep down, you knew that you would regret that. 

You answered, but didn’t say a word.

“What the fuck?” her voice said, seemingly so far away. 

“Don’t ‘what the fuck’ me! What the fuck is wrong with you, Sarah?” 

“Why would you call the cops on my party?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that. Oh, maybe it’s because I didn’t get an invite!” you screamed. You had never yelled at her before and it felt awful.

“That’s not a reason!” 

“Of course, it is, Sarah. Especially after you ghosted me this week.” 

Sarah seemed to pause on the other side. “Listen, can we not talk about this on the phone?”

Despite your anger, concern crept back into your mind. “Is there something wrong? Are you okay?”

She seemed to relax on the other end at your words. “Everything’s fine. Sorta. Can we meet somewhere?” 

You hung up after planning on coming over to her house for lunch. You knew that lunch was just a formality, that you were going to be far too anxious to eat anything.

Thirty minutes later, you pulled up to the familiar mansion in silence. You couldn’t even bear to the listen to the radio for fear that something would remind you of Sarah. 

She opened the door before you could reach it, the blonde girl must have been looking through one of the many windows of her house.

Neither one of you made an effort to greet the other. You silently followed her inside, like you had done countless times, upstairs to her bedroom. 

Once inside and with the door shut, you immediately blurted out, “Talk.” 

Sarah seemed taken aback, but not surprised by your tone. She knew that she had messed up. Best friends did not ignore each other for a week without explanation. 

She sighed, biting her lip, a nervous tick you had picked up on. “I- I just,” she started. 

“Just what, Sarah?” You knew that you were coming off a bit harsh, but you also felt like she would never speak if you didn’t push her. 

“I don’t know!”

“Then why did you invite me here? Why wasn’t I invited to your birthday party? Why have you been ignoring me all week? I mean, what did I even do?” you blurted out, all your frustrations boiling over at once. 

“You like me.”

“What?”

“You like me. And that scares me.” 

“What? Of course I like you, you’re my best friend.” 

“No, what I mean is… I guess I like you and that’s the scary part.” 

“You like me?” confusion etched across your face. 

“Yes, Y/N, like like you,” Sarah could barely get the words out before her face turned red.

You were not expecting this. You expected her to yell at you about something, tell you what you did wrong, but never this. You took a second to think about it. Of course, Sarah was beautiful, the most beautiful girl on the island and probably in the world. And the sweetest. Did you think about what it would be like to date her from time to time? Of course, you did. Anyone that had eyes probably did. 

Sarah looked nervous, but relieved that she had finally told you what was on her mind. 

“Do you want to know what the best day of my life was?” you asked her. 

Though uncertain about where you were going with this, she nodded her head. 

You continued, “When I first moved here, I was so lonely. I didn’t know anyone and it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to get to know me. It was like that for weeks, before you came up to me in the lunchroom that one day. Do you remember?”

“Of course, I remember.” 

“Well I had just called my mom and begged her to homeschool me, or switch me back to my old school. But after you invited me to go see the baby sea turtles that night, I changed my mind. I decided that I didn’t want to be anywhere that didn’t have you.” 

“Y/N… I…” 

“I think I fell in love with you that night. When you pointed out the eggs in the sand and we watched them hatch from a distance. When you picked the last one up and gently guided it back to shore. I loved watching you care for them and I would be lying if I didn’t wonder for a second how it would feel to have you care about me like that.” 

“Y/N, where is all this coming from? I didn’t know you felt the same.” 

“I guess I didn’t either,” you laughed lightly. “Until this moment. I think I’ve always cared about you in a way that’s more than platonic. I just didn’t realize it.” 

Upon hearing that, Sarah leaned in and wrapped her arms around you. The smell of her lavender perfume filled your senses as you took her in. My girl, you thought.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

[starryeyedadmirer]

Brad Pitt: Cleaning Day

-Brad x Reader-

!!CW!! — None

Synopsis: Though you enjoy spending time with your neighbor — Brad — you can’t deny that he’s got a serious hygiene issue. His body is dirty, his house is dirty… and damn, his mind is dirty too. He usually lives like an overgrown sewer rat, but — by some miracle — you’ve managed to stop by his place on a rare occasion — Cleaning Day — and, in the spirit of friendship, you’ve volunteered your help. Though he doesn’t take you up on your offer quite the way you expected him to — as far as cleaning the apartment goes — he does have a job for you… and there’s something in you that just can’t refuse it.

Words: 1,538(+/-)

A/N: I saw a few photos and gifs of Brad going to town on his belly button (posted them all below) and lost my fucking mind!!! God, these are so damn hot😫!!! The idea of him being a gross bastard to his core — just living in dirt — and helping him clean things up is like heaven in my mind… especially after seeing him dig for gold like that. Also, sorry if the writing isn’t the best. It was super late when I first wrote this, and I haven’t revised it in months. Anyway, this story doesn’t really have much to it… it’s literally just the interaction before things get weird… but I may pump out a part 2 for it, if I’m feeling up to it. Anyway, enjoy!!!

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You love going over to Brad's house, it's your favorite hangout spot on the weekends — when you don't have to go to work. You have a good time whenever you're there — playing card games with him and his girlfriend, smoking old cigars, and drinking cheap beer, right out of the case. You feel like a kid in a playground when you're hanging out at his place... but his apartment is far from perfect. Brad's got a pretty major issue with dirt... it seems to pile up wherever he goes. He always got a bunch of shit laid out all over his place — grody, smelly underwear strewn out around the room; old food containers that needed to be thrown away ages ago; and loads of loose, stinking trash. You try to excuse his less-than-satisfactory cleaning habits... as deplorable as they are. He's a close friend of yours... and you grew up with seven older brothers at home — what's a few pairs of nasty underwear to you? If you've learned anything from your childhood, it's that a little dirt never hurt anyone... even if there's a lot of it. You're at Brad's door now — on the first Saturday of the month — waiting for him to answer your knock.

"Hey," he beams, opening up for you, "What's up, mi compadre? It's been a while, huh?" He's standing in his doorway — butt-naked — with only a set of yellow cleaning gloves to cover his hands. It's a nice sight for sore eyes — the look of his lean, toned body... his well-defined v-line, and smooth thighs — but definitely not what you were expecting to see at this time of day.

"Y—Yeah...," you stammer, trying your best to stop your eyes from wandering too far down, "... about a week... I think. How you been... man?"

"Pretty good... pretty damn good." He gives you a quick once-over with his eyes — taking note of the fact that you're wearing clothes — then looks down at himself. "Oh... uh, so about that, mi amigo. It's... uh... cleaning day around here. I like to be free when I clean... let the little guy out for some fresh air, ya know... give 'em a nice mist-bath with the good stuff."

"Uh... cool," you reply, awkwardly staring down and his junk, "Well... I hate to bother you on cleaning day, but are we still on for the evening? I brought this new racing game I think you'd like. You can make your own car... customize the license plate, and all that kind of stuff."

"Nah, man," he sighs, looking back into his den, "Can't today. Gotta fix the place up. You can, uh... come back tomorrow though. I'm game then, if you are." He rubs a hand over his chiseled abs. They're pretty great for a guy who sits around on his ass all day — well defined, like an eight-pack of bread rolls. He's gotta be on steroids, or some hard drugs — it's the only explanation that could make any sense... for everything.

"Yeah... yeah... I'm down with that. I'll definitely come by tomorrow. I'm still free today though... I could stay and help you clean if you need."

He gives you a half-cocked smile. "Nah, man... you don't have to do that."

"Oh... okay. I don't know why I even offered. I'm sure a guy in as good a shape as you can handle a thorough house-cleaning on his own."

"Oh... thanks. You won't believe this, but I'm totally stuffed right now, dude. Found an old box of donuts tucked under my bed... couldn't not eat 'em." He looks down at his stomach, and pulls at the skin on his belly button. "Guess my abs still show pretty nice, huh?"

"Yeah. They're pretty sick."

He pulls up at his skin — admiring each and every ab on his stomach — then tugs at the rim of his belly button once more. "Woah," he says to himself, "Looks pretty gnarly in there. Guess I gotta clean that too. A little spray oughta do."

Brad looks back up at you, with a douchey smirk across his face, and starts poking around inside the hole. His yellow-gloved finger swivels around within the confines of the tight rim, squelching and slipping with the sound of rubber and sweat... it does something to you. You feel yourself getting flustered almost immediately — jittery, and warm all over — although you have no idea exactly why. He's an attractive man — no doubt about that — standing completely naked before you, in all his sculpted glory.... and though he looks like a Roman dream, seeing him in his natural state isn't what's thrown you for a loop. You've been at his door for minutes now, without having a single reaction to his nudity — not even the slightest erection — and yet, the mere sight of him touching his navel has got you throbbing.

"Digging for gold, huh?" You joke, trying to diffuse your sudden tension. "Those gloves really came in handy. Wouldn't wanna get all that gunk on your finger."

"Sure," he shrugs, putting the rubbery digit up to his right nostril. There's specks of black dirt and lint all over it — gross stuff from the depths of his umbilical hole. It's obvious that it hasn't seen a drop of soap in ages... but what else would you expect from a guy like him? Brad's the kind of guy who brags about how many days he can go with a single pair of underwear around his hips (8 days is his most recent record)... who fills his tub up with bleach, to wash his dirty sheets when they start to stink... the kind of slob who eats months-old donuts from under his bed, without a single qualm. "Woah... that stinks," he groans, pulling his head back from his finger, "Get a whiff of that."

He puts his hand up to your face, swiping the black speckles right over your lips. "Woah! God, man! What's on that thing," you exclaim. Acting purely on instinct, you push his hand away, and cover your nose with your shirt. His glove smells disgusting — of old cheese and festering sweat — like the deepest crevice of an armpit, that hasn't seen a single swipe of deodorant for years. You can only describe the odor as... horrid. "Damn, Brad! You gotta spray something in there, dude! What the fuck!"

"I know... that's awful." He closes his eyes for a second, taking another swipe of the scent for himself, and leans in. "You, uh.... said you're free today, right?"

"Yeah... I am."

"Well, uh... if you insist on staying, you could help me clean. An assistant spot just opened up around here... cleaning assistant, that is... and I know a good place where you can start."

"Really? Okay. What do you want me to clean first?"

He grabs your shoulder with his soiled glove, and ushers you into his apartment. "Here's the thing, man. Um... I'm gonna need a little help getting around in there, ya know? Why don't you, uh... get down on the floor... and clean it out for me. I swear it's not a big job... just something quick... for the both of us."

"W—What's that?"

"It's, uh... it's my belly button. Go ahead and get in there for me... clean it up a little." He forces you onto your knees with a smile on his face, looking down at you like you're one of the numerous streetwalkers that he pays to sleep with him, every now and then. "Get going, man... that thing won't clean itself." His dick is right in front of your face — hanging over his balls — half-erect.

"Uh... okay... you answer," staring nervously at his cock. That hot feeling in your face intensifies — shooting throughout your entire body — and commands you to do as he pleases. "Want me to use that blue spray over on the windowsill? That's Windex, right? I think Windex is pretty good on skin."

"No... no," he whispers, "Use your tongue... like a cat. The tongue is a great tool, dude... nature's sponge. They're super sensitive... can get into every nook and cranny of any object. Just feel around in there, man... pick out some of the crap. I know there's a lot more gunk where that came from." His hand gently caresses your chin, pulling you in closer to the shallow hole. You can smell it from where you are — the terrible sweaty odor is ripe on your nostrils.

"The... the crap?"

"Yeah. Go ahead, man... time's a'ticking. Oh, and once you finish the job, I'll let you play that racing game on the TV in my bedroom... while I clean this place up. But you gotta do it well, okay. I'll watch you work... and inspect it once you're done. It don't have to be spotless... just lick around until you don't taste anymore dirt." His dick twitches in front of your face, perking up at the mere thought of you licking his belly button. He's got lust in his eyes, and that same douchey grin on his face — staring down at you. "Now, let's see that pretty little tongue of yours get to work, huh."

"Oh... okay. Sure."

Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

[misteria247]

I'm just gonna talk for a moment cuz I kinda need to and it'll help me out personally so feel free to ignore this lol:

So I'm gonna be honest here today was a kinda crummy day. For context.

I had this winter hat that I literally adore with every fiber of my being. It was a green hat with a fluffy ball on top and it had a grumpy cat with a bell and Santa hat on its head and it looked like my actual cat Rajah. Originally it was a gag gift that my mom had gotten me at fifteen, sixteen years old to poke fun at me somewhat. Unknowing that instead of getting the typical teenage response of teenage embarrassment, I'd quite literally fell in love with this hat. Put that sucker on my head and wore it to school the next day and it's been my winter hat ever since.

Anyways this morning I'd been wearing this hat and was being taken to work (I'm currently working on getting my license as to why I don't have it yet is something I'd rather not explain) and I'd realized a little bit too late that it was a bit too warm out for said hat and scarf combo I was currently wearing this morning. So I'd asked my mom if she'd take it inside the house when she got home and left it in the car and went to work as normal. After work I get picked up and as soon as I get into the car I'm instantly aware that my mom and sister are ungodly silent. And then I noticed that my scarf was still in the car but there was something missing.

My hat wasn't with it.

And that's when my mom and sister finally broke the silence. Basically my sister (who has her license) had borrowed my mom's car during her work shift as she does sometimes and she'd picked up a couple of friends and spent the day with them. It was during this time that my hat and scarf, having been left in the car cuz my mom forgot to take them inside, had basically went on this trip with my sister and her friends. Long story short my hat had gotten lost and at first I was chill at this thinking that it was lost somewhere in the car but that was quickly crushed when my sister explained that she'd dug around the car searching for said hat when she noticed it was missing and couldn't find it. Which meant that my hat wasn't just missing.

It was lost, lost. As in it's most likely never gonna be recovered.

Once I heard that I basically just.....shut down. My mom and sister were apologizing profusely (and they still are hours later) and I told them that it was fine and that it was whatever while quietly losing it. To make matters worse I honest to God felt my throat tighten up and my eyes sting and realized that I was essentially going to cry over a silly little hat and to spare myself from embarrassment and adding unnecessary guilt onto my mom and sister quickly shut down the conversation and told them it was fine.

To be honest typing this out now makes me feel absolutely silly and somewhat childish, knowing that I was gonna cry over this winter hat (even now I'm getting a bit saddened by remembering it and it's still super embarrassing). Like I'm a 25, nearly 26 year old woman and I was literally gonna break down over a hat. I just I don't know at that moment I was fully prepared to just burst into tears over this hat and it's just really silly now that I've talked about it.

Anyways my mom and sister are gonna buy me a new winter hat to replace the old one. So I'll take that little positive thing and try to get it together. But yeah basically today's been a day lol.

[undeadorion-archive]

So I had a "fun" thing happen the other morning.

I went to bed at around 4am. At around 6:30am I became dimly aware of the sound of the window in my dad's office sliding open, but what ultimately woke me up was him yelling something. I live in Washington state and it's December, so at this hour it was still completely dark outside. He'd said "What the hell are you doing?!"

There was a random guy in our front yard with a flashlight. I only saw him through our low quality doorbell camera, but he looked to be late middle age. He'd pulled up his car behind mine, which is at the end of the driveway, got out and was walking across the yard to the far end of the house. He was holding something in his other hand, too. I could only tell it was something long and thin, so my guess is either a screwdriver or knife.

My dad has a whole security camera system set up in his office. The front of the house is covered, but all the cameras are angled to see the doors and windows, so the yard itself isn't covered. And the small area between the house and the fence on the far end is the only side of the house not covered, which appeared to be where this guy was headed.

They guy retreated to the street the moment he heard my dad yelling, but responded that he was "looking for an address." Then gave a number that started with 4. Everything on our street starts with a 1. Our house number is beside the door in very large numbers, plainly visible from the street and we have a light by the front door that's always on at night. Only he wasn't looking anywhere near the door.

If he'd just jumped in his car and left, that alone would have been weird. But he didn't. In fact, he didn't even immediately get in his car. He first walked away from his car, toward the neighbor's house, before coming back and getting in his car.

He then spent 20 minutes driving back and forth on a street that's only about 4 houses long. He'd stop randomly and just sit in the middle of the road. He'd turn his headlights off for a few minutes then back on. At one point he pulled up and parked in front of someone else's house but stayed in his car.

I was intently watching him, waiting for him to get out again. If he was in his car he could just leave at any moment. And if I called 911 and he was gone by the time they got there, they wouldn't do a damn thing because we didn't get a very good look at him and we didn't have his license plate number. All I could identify was that he was driving a white or silver small SUV, which are probably the most common car in this area. But the guy never got out of his car again and eventually, finally, drove away to terrorize a different street.

I posted the video and description of the car and behavior to a local neighborhood community. Someone said that around 3:30am that same day someone with a car matching that description had been doing something similar on his street. He'd taken notice of it because the car and stopped with its headlights glaring right in his front window.

My dad thinks he was probably drunk or senile. I think he was looking for somewhere to break in and just doing a terrible job of it. Either way, I'm now super paranoid and my dad's planning to add a camera that covers the front yard.

[omarvel-comics]

Prologue

@mikkokomori

Hero was excited. It was time for winter break. Ever since Sunny revealed the truth of Mari's death a year ago, Hero switched his major from Medicinal Practice to Culinary Arts to become a chef and make Mari proud. His roommate though, was still a med student. Hero had just finished packing. He was going home. His parents were gone, last minute business trip. They took little Sally with them, so it was just gonna be him and Kel. Before Hero could get into his car, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He spun around and saw his roommate, out of breath.

"Hero…*huff*...dude…*huff*...you gotta help me!" He said. Hero rolled his eyes. Peter, his roommate, had a bad tendency to procrastinate.

"My final is tomorrow! You're a med student-"

"WAS a med student." Hero corrected.

"Yeah whatever point is you gotta help me!" Peter said, dramatically clinging onto Hero and sobbing.

"OK ok." Hero said.

"Great! Meet me in the radiology lab!" Peter said, running off. Hero made his way through the snow covered paths to the lab. Inside the lab were lots of sealed off areas, along with Hazmat suits. No one noticed that a spider was in one of these areas as the area was sealed and radiation poured in. Hero walked through the halls, and eventually found Peter. After studying a bit, the door to the chamber opened. A student in a hazmat suit stepped out. So did a Spider. As Hero walked, he noticed the spider and froze. It was his natural reaction around spiders. Fear clouded his mind.

"Yo Hero! You coming? I'm gonna be late for my date with Gwen if you don't hurry up!" Peter yelled, trying to guilt Hero into moving, because if push came to shove, he totally would leave Hero and go on his date. Hero was screaming internally as the spider crawled on his legs. Peter came to check on him and noticed the spider bite Hero's leg. Peter squished the spider.

"Man, you really need to get your Arachnophobia under control!" Peter said.

"Heh heh…yeah…"

Peter and Hero parted ways at the train station. Hero got on the train to head to Faraway. He didn't feel good, but just thought it was a cold or something. He was glad to be going home. He lived in a small town, though there was a city about 30 minutes away by car. Cities were dangerous, with super villains around. And Nearby City only had cops, not its own Superhero. Hero didn't like going to Nearby but thats where the closest train station to Faraway was. Kel was going to pick him up, since he just got his license. The train ride was a few hours long. Hero felt nauseous, so he took a Tums. He was feeling really weird. Anyway, he was almost home anyway. The train stopped in Nearby station. Hero got off and saw Kel.

"Yo! Hero!" Kel called. Hero waved. He STILL didn't feel well.

"How are you? How's college?" Kel said, a big smile on his face.

"I-I don't feel well…" Hero said.

"Well…ok! You can see my expert driving skills! Hehe~" Kel said, dragging Hero to the car. Throughout the car ride, Kel was talking, but Hero wasn't paying attention. Why did he feel so bad? Was it something he ate? Hero didn't know…

"Alright Hero! Home Sweet Home!" Kel said. Hector ran up to the car as Kel and Hero got out of the car.

"I can't wait to spend time with you again! I'm sure Aubrey, Basil, and Sunny will be excited too! Sunny is visiting and staying with Basil and-" Kel stopped talking when he noticed Hero holding his head.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I think I need to sleep…" Hero said. Kel masked his disappointment with a smile.

"Well, let's get you to bed!" Kel said. Hero went to their shared room, and went to sleep.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a really nice day. It was beautiful out and I got to spend the time outside. And for the most part I felt really good.

I slept okay last night but I woke up and I felt very bloated. I've been feeling kind of bad about how much I weigh which I do not enjoy even thinking about. And usually I don't think of it. I haven't weighed myself on purpose for a long time. But going to the doctor so much lately I have to keep seeing it. And then the other day James needed my driver's license and I saw that the weight I was when I moved here was my most ideal weight. And I'm very far away from that now so it's all I can think about. And that does not feel good.

And I want to move more so I've been working on that but I don't like obsessing about numbers and it's really hard.

But I tried to put that out of my mind. I got up as James was leaving and we said goodbye. And I went and got dressed and I felt pretty good. I packed a little lunch. We got new sticky rice that I would make a camp and use as little sort of sushi rolls. Worked really well.

I did stop for breakfast but I went to the McDonald's that's on the way rather than the one in our neighborhood. Honestly didn't take any more time and might have been faster. So I drove out to camp and I got there around 8:45 and stopped at ground elements to set up before I headed up to the art building to change my shoes. I ran into Sam and told her I'd be back to the office soon.

And Elizabeth was there when I came back down. We checked in about the day and I still had lots of time until the school would get there so I decided to walk down to the lodge and get all the lights turned on and cook my rice so that would be cold like I wanted to be by lunch time.

I would make the track back to my car and honestly my breathing is getting better with walking back and forth. I still don't do great at hills but it's not as daunting to walk across camp anymore so that's nice.

When I got back to my rocking chair at the lodge some parents were driving up so I waved them up and said good morning and called on the walkie talkie to let people know that they were here. And soon enough the bus was coming in.

And for real it was really nice day. It started a little cold but it would warm up and be so lovely. We had one kid today who I've had as a camper before and she's one that I particularly like so it was great. And all the other kids were really sweet. There were 70 of them and it would be a busy day but it was fun.

My first group walked with me up to ground elements and we were able to do Kings finger and will watch her but we did not have time to do the team wall. And I would check in with Elizabeth later and she said it was okay that not everyone got to do all three things. Once we got to after lunch I gave the groups the choice and they decided to do team while rather than King's finger which I think is fair. everyone did great though for all of the programs. They were really engaged and while there was a couple times for everyone was shouting at each other I was able to do debriefs and I felt really confident in what I was talking about. I think I prefer a 45-minute session but I think this group would have benefited from the full hour just because I felt like I was a little rushed at the end because I had to get them to their next space so quickly.

Like I said though it started to warm up and it was just really lovely being outside. When they're on the whale watcher I get to sit on the ground so I enjoyed that and I just tried to encourage them and give them some directions but not too much. My first group half of them spoke Spanish and I'm not positive how much English they spoke but it was fun seeing them do all of the directing in Spanish and I enjoyed watching them. And there was just a good mix of kids somewhere super into it some weren't. But they were trying really hard and that was nice to see.

Lunch was great. I walked my group back to the lodge and I would sit out on the porch and eat my little sushi rolls and honestly will do it again because it was very good. I only ate half of it because I end up not being super hungry but I packed everything away my backpack and waited for their lunch to be over so we could head back out.

There were some confusion because Max and Nick accidentally took each other's group at one point so then we had to figure out which groups I needed that which group stand to go where. We did eventually figure it out it was totally fine. But it didn't kill a couple minutes so by the time I got my group all the way up to ground elements we only had about 35 minutes. So we did two of the programs but they did a great job and while I'm not very good at team wall because my arms are short and I am short We got 11 people up and over. I was very proud of them.

My last group to pretty good but I was a little concerned about them getting hurt when we were pulling them up over the team wall because I got pinched really hard so I came back down to watch them from the bottom and they were struggling to get people's legs over but they did it and then drop anybody. I did help boost some people from the bottom but there's only so much I can do when I'm only 5ft tall.

The end of the day came very quickly though. I walked everyone towards the office and told him to continue on to the field. And I got together myself and dropped off my walkie and said goodbye. I only had one thing to put away so I drove back up to the ground elements course and put my thing away and then I was off.

I thought about going somewhere but I didn't really want to buy anything or spend any money but I had a lot of energy. So I decide when I got home I would do a bunch of stuff.

I discovered that AJJ put out an EP and I didn't even know. So I had five new songs from one of my favorite bands it was so excited about it. And I was in such a good mood that when I got home I decided that I needed to switch all the furniture!

My original intention was to try to move off furniture from the studio into the living room and then all of our bedroom furniture into the studio and then all the studio stuff into the bedroom. I would not end up doing this. But I did take almost all the furniture out of the bedroom except for the dresser and the bed and vacuum underneath everything. And then I did very similarly in the studio. But to do this I had to basically make a huge wall of stuff from the living room door to the couch and then pretty much James's entire room was stuff. And I was making great progress. I was home for an hour before James got back and they were like what are you doing?! And I was like I'm cleaning everything is great. And I moved some stuff around in the studio. I moved where my printmaking table is so that I think I can get more work done and changed some storage options. And I feel really good about it. Feels a little lighter now but everything doesn't have dust on it.

I would run out of steam though. I did not get all of the vacuuming down that I wanted to. But I did clean up the living room and change the kitty litter. And clean the fish tank from more of the mites that have shown up. It feels nice to make the space nice.

I would get in bed eventually. And James made me a baksd potato for dinner. And Sweetp has been so cute. It has just been really nice. I have had such a good day.

James had a game to play with friends. And I would take a bath. I thought about washing my hair but I'm going to wear braids tomorrow and wash it when I get home from work. Mostly because it's going to rain and I'll be outside a lot so what's the point.

James is being so silly. I am painting my toes. And I am ready to get ready for sleep.

Tomorrow I have 3rd graders and we are learning about pollinators. Specifically I'm teaching my butterflies. So I think I'm going to pack my butterfly wings that I had gotten at Target I think last Halloween. And I'm going to wear them cuz I think it'll be very funny.

I hope you all have a great night tonight. Be safe and take care of each other. Good night!

[benny-salmon]

In the process of all this making progress n shit im fuckin killing myself my organs hurt so bad they feel worn out like they dont wanna do what they're supposed to anymore but they keep truckin on somehow my heart my lungs my throat my stomach I get a pain in my right side occasionally my left arm gets tingles my knees hurt a weird amount like a lot im like 20 years old whats that about my knees should be fine in their prime my lips are torn to shreds its cold and dry and I can't stop biting and picking at them i have these 2 little spots on my tongue that have been repeatedly burned from eating too hot pizza too much my toe hurts so much all the time I keep like accidentally hurting myself on things gettin all banged up I had a black eye for a couple days from getting too drunk idek what happened I was walking through the hallway the other day accidentally punched the wall swinging my arms my knuckle was bruised for days little random cuts and scrapes and oven burns amd bruises and i have not been sleeping very well at all staying up very late some days sleeping in some days getting up very early i posted this realized i forgot to mention it but it has also been on my mind i also decided this was the best place to insert it lmfao but hey I have a girlfriend who's super cool a good job more money than I ever have ive been in a good mood ive got good friends im eating slightly better well getting there i at least look the way i want to more consistently which is cool working also helps that im doin sOmething workin on it not quite there little steps might have to take bigger steps as to not like yk die before I get to the part where I fix all this stuff I still have to get my driver's license I gotta finish drivers ed first I gotta save enough money for a car ive gotta fix my home life fuckin clean up a little bit for once in my life this shits fuckin a lot man jesus christ sorry for the rant im kinda drunk and this stuff is what's on my mind all the time like constantly brain screaming still somehow not doing it

[bitchinbarzal]

this is so not my week- i got back from my trip super late sunday night and realized when i got home that i left one of my bags in the car so one of my bosses has it however I won't see him until tomorrow night so I don't have my drivers license, debit or credit cards currently :((( also as i was leaving my apartment yesterday, the gate started closing on my car before i was fully through so now there's a kinda big mark on the side of my car

i have another trip planned for this weekend which i'm excited for, but we're leaving early thursday morning and i just have so much to get done before i leave and there's not enough time at all

also i might have a crush on a different boy 🤭🤭 the boy™️ is still great and everything, but he hasn't been hitting the same

-linkedin anon

OH THERES A NEW BOY ON THE SCENE?! TELL ME!

**lulu ignores everything else to talk about a boy lol

try T-Cut for the car!

[dine-on-nervine]

I hate how Xkit doesn't completely work with the new Tumblr layout yet

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? No, but I have been up until 1 or so, so I would be tired enough to sleep through the night.

What was on the last sandwich you had? It was a Carl's Jr. Super Star minus tomato.

What does the soap you use smell like? Mandarin orange and (supposedly) cedar.

Do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? I like wrapping gifts but in the last few years have gone giftbag.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color? I probably do, however I don't recall who the last person I spoke to was.

Does anyone you know have their hair bleached? Not at this moment.

When you're on the phone, do you doodle? I do not but my grandmother would.

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank? Former nephew-in-law.

Do you own a trenchcoat? Yes. Actually an Australian duster.

Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? Since I collect some vintage technology I probably own a few things that qualify as hardy. Can't say offhand that I own a 1940s Royal typewriter, the kind that were thrown out of planes during the war and fucking bounced, but do have plenty of stuff that held up well.

Have you ever written with a pen that had pink ink? I have but not lately.

Do you remember the last thing you took a picture of? The back of a car with Washington license plate "WHAT".

From where you're sitting, can you turn the lights off? Technically possible, if I stretch and roll my chair a foot or two.

When was the last time you accidentally slept in? So I have an alarm on my phone for 8:40am to wake up and 9:25am to get out of the house. I forgot to set the first alarm last Thursday... and thus woke up with the second. Manged to throw myself through the shower and into clothes within 10 minutes so still got to work on time.

The last argument you had, who started it? No arguments come to mind. There would have been one if the fucking idiot in my office were aware how much mad shit I was talking about him for being a fucking idiot.

Do you wear a ring on your left hand middle finger? I don't wear rings.

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud? I admit it was "Girl From Ipanema".

If a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? Yes, I work in retail.

Tell me the current time? 12:46am

Are you currently listening to music through earphones? I am listening to Astrud Gilberto (singer of "Girl from Ipanema") crooning "So Nice" across my PC speakers.

What color shirt are you wearing? Is it your favorite color? It's kind of tan but that's not my favorite color.

Do you own a pair of rubber boots? No.

Have you ever owned a tire swing? I may have at one time.

Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? Not presently.

What make-up are you wearing currently, if any? None. Straight male here.

Name one thing you are glad you accomplished today? Got the Romex shelf resorted, and got the entire Orgill delivery put away.

Name one thing you wished you accomplished today but didn't? I maybe could have labelled the drip pans, but that's for Saturday.

Have you ever been afraid to call someone, even if you knew them well? I take incoming calls without issue. I haaaaate making calls to people I don't know and half the time to people I do.

Do you ever not speak to someone because you're afraid you'll annoy them? Probably.

Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? I know of none. My bestie doesn't have much drama, just the occasional redundant bullshit but it's not dramatic.

Have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? Quite a few people.

Is there anyone you know who wears their hair in pigtails regularly? Nope.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile? I'm not ashamed of it.

Do you have a nervous twitch? I don't think that's one of my issues.

Does the idea of snowpeaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing? I live in Western Washington so those things exist nearby.

Pick any number that has personal significance to you? 0.

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? No.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? Yes, but more from the "Jane, stop this crazy thing!" perspective... had a sore neck for a week.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? Yes.

How many windows are open on your computer right now? One.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? I think it's pretty fast.

Have you ever gone in a sauna? A few times.

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? Green.

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year? In three weeks.

Is there anything you're saving up for? but damn Temu and Shein are taking all my money. << ikr? Well, Temu here. Anyhow, I am going on a trip to Canada day on Sunday.

Are you taller than most of your friends? A few of them.

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? I am sure I do but I'm not recalling who.

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose? I have not.

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep? A couple days.

Have you ever been someplace tropical? Not really.

If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? Not in front of the camera directly, but likely.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it? Nah, it's just doing its thing. On my wall, though... it's dead.

Have you ever baked a pie? Yes.

What is your favorite social networking site? Tumblr, duh. <<

Who was the last person to call you? Girlfriend

Does anyone in your family tell funny stories? My father does on occasion. My sister's stories kill me.

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? Not if you know who lost it.

Is there a war memorial where you live? Pretty sure of it.

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? Dad was a Marine in 'Nam. He has never talked about it.

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? Yes, getting a new one... larger and in a different house without dogs.

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? Of course.

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? I will sit anywhere.

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride? Nope.

Are you normally a person to tell people off? Noo, I'm not confrontational at all. <<

Name an object that most would consider odd that's special to you? The mint green Ansco pocket slide viewer.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn't have? I wanted a lizard as a kid... just a small one like a skink or something.

Do you currently have any bugbites? No bugs have bugged me this year.

Is where you live on a boulevard, road, street, or avenue? It's a cul de sac that is a "street South", and for some reason isn't on Google Maps... enter my address and it wants to go to the other side of the neighbor's fence to the "street court East".

Is there currently any caffeine in your system? I hope it's worn off in the last 14 hours, I am going to bed after I save this! Oh wait, that was morning coffee, I was drinking Cherry Coke at 8pm so... yes, I am caffienated. Meh.

Look around, are things organized? I say so but that's not how others would see it.

Know what you're planning to do after this? It's 1:13am so I'm going to bed.

[sensitiveeeeee]

When Gratitude Surpasses Anxiety🌕

My neurotic brain constantly searches for images of my ideal self. What she might be wearing when she is brave enough, what her office will look like, what hobbies she’ll engage in when she has time for them and what talents might be brought to the surface, how motherhood may or may not fit in, and what she will be like when she has mastered mindfulness and is able to live in the present moment. Yes, instead of being present, I think about what it might be like to be present, in the future. Maybe then, my foot won’t be shaking at all times and I’ll accept awkward moments.

My neurotic brain has gotten me pretty far, but it’s been miserable getting here. But I am here, and I’m taking a moment to think about that. Instead of my ideal self, I wonder what my past selves might think of me if they could see me. The one who was cleaning dead flies and mice last year to pay for school would be amazed at being graduated and receiving the biggest paycheck she’s ever earned. The one who felt unsafe at work would be ecstatic to have a space, her own office, all to herself. The one who was surrounded by lawyers rolling their eyes at her incompetence could not even imagine being a respected psychologist. A psychologist who also has someone to come home to after a long day. The 16-year-old who hated herself would never believe she’d live with a partner she is attracted to who sings her praises and expresses his love each day. The bulimic teenager who was body-shamed would laugh if she was told she’d be married to a man who enjoys food with her and mentions daily how much he loves her ass (even if I do laugh at it and don’t understand how he thinks that). The small child in Title I who was so sure she was stupid would never think she’d be smart one day.

For a decade, I’ve felt stuck on a treadmill, exhausted and going nowhere. My mind got fit while I neglected my health, my passions, and my spirit. But tonight, this Wednesday night, instead of being enveloped in the stress of deadlines, I went outside with my love to watch the blue super moon and eat gelato. We sat in the middle of a blocked off street undergoing construction outside our apartment. We watched the street lights change and the brilliant moon rise higher in the sky as cars drove towards us before making detours, feeling the firm ground beneath us and the late summer night breeze. And I thought about how lucky I am. This ugly city I live in still has a beautiful moon. I have an amazing family who I’m able to see every week because I choose to stay in said ugly city. I have two adorable cats who adore me. I have the job I’ve been after for ten years. I have real love.

I have everything I need.

Yes, I’ll have a large caseload soon enough. Yes, I’ll have many uncomfortable moments. Yes, I still have to study and work towards my independent license. Yes, I don’t look how I want to, and my health isn’t where I’d like it to be. Yes, my work and home spaces need a lot of work. Yes, I’ll have to make a life-altering decision in the next couple years before my biological clock makes it for me. My anxiety loves to make lists, and it goes on and on and on.

Yes, I am not my ideal self, but I’m the closest I’ve ever been. And maybe I will never meet her, and maybe that is okay. The enormous hill is finally leveling out and I’m enjoying the view and the strength it’s taken to arrive here to see it. I’m here. I’m still uncertain. I’m still flawed. But in this moment, I am accepting of the parts of reality I don’t like. My neurosis is so loud that I lose awareness that I do like most parts of my reality. I have a good life.

I have everything I need. I am anxious. And I am grateful.

[purplesurveys]

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saw this survey taken by someone else but based on how the credit was formatted, I’m 613% sure this came from me HAHAHA but as what I’ve done 454938793 times, no harm in repeating surveys!

survey by nadine07

[..INTRODUCTIONS..]

First Name: Robyn.

Middle Name: Not sharing.

Last Name: Most definitely not sharing.

Birthdate: April 21st, 25 years ago.

[..FIRST THINGS FIRST..]

What was the first thing you did after you got up? Realized I slept ahead of Reena (she spent the night) and felt bad. What was the name of your first pet? A goldfish with the ultra original and creative name of Goldy.

Who was your first big crush? I’ll go ahead and name Andi on this one. Pretty sure what I had for her was actually a serious lil crush in grade school and not merely resentment that she was migrating, lol.

Where was the first place you drove after you got your license? I went to Chelsea’s 18th birthday dinner. I remember Aaron asking for a ride at the time and when he was making conversation by asking how long I’ve been driving, I scared him shitless when I told him that was literally my first drive outside the neighborhood lol.

Who was your very first friend? Kaye back in kindergarten.

What was the first thing you ate today? Garlic rice, hotdogs, bacon, and eggs.

What was your first job? My first job is also my current job, but I started out as an associate.

[..COLORS..]

Name something red in the room you are in: Basically all my Tata merch.

Is orange one of your school’s team colors? Idk what a ‘team color’ is but we did have school colors (would they be the same thing?), and maroon is one of the colors of my university.

How many yellow shirts do you own? Offhand, around five or a little more than that.

Name someone you know who drives a green car: I have no clue...everyone I know has a black, white, or gray car.

Is it a blue sky outside right now? Nope, it is currently pitch black. 3:08 AM.

What is the first thing that pops into your head when I say ‘purple’? :) BTS.

Are the walls in the room you’re in white? Yes they are indeed.

Does black make you think of depressing things? Nope.

Jewelry: gold or silver? Silver.

[..PHONE STUFF..]

Who is your provider? Doubt you’d have ever heard of it, but it’s a local one called Globe.

How long have you had your current phone? A little over a year ago.

What did your last text say? I don’t know, and I don’t feel like checking.

If you woke up naked next to the last person to call, would it be awkward? Yeah, very.

Was your last missed call male or female? Girl.

Who is your 10th phone contact? Jum. She’s still named under ‘Ate Jum’ which is funny because it tells me I must have added her number when we were relatively new to each other and weren’t friends yet...we eventually became part of the same college friend group and I haven’t addressed her with the honorific in years.

How did you meet them? We actually started out as mere classmates in one of our majors classes, but we ended up being applicant batchmates for what would eventually be our college org so we became a lot closer from there.

Are you related to your 17th phone contact? Not in the slightest.

How long have you known your 1st phone contact? Since late grade school.

When was the last time you saw them? Probably somewhere around campus, 2-3 years ago.

Who is your 4th phone contact? Blanch.

Have you ever kissed that person? Have not.

When was the last time someone drunk dialed/texted/left a voicemail? Couple of weeks ago when Andi drunk messaged me on Facebook. They tend to do that a lot, but I just ignore it unless they seem super distraught/emotional.

[..RANDOMOSITY..]

What time is it? 3:19 AM.

Are you supposed to be doing something other than this? Well...sleeping. But considering I was knocked out from 2 PM to 8 PM, I don’t feel sleepy at all currently hahaha.

Do you live on your own or with your parents? I continue to live with my parents. Asian culture :)

Are you more of a cat or a dog person? Biiiiiiig dog person.

Are you allergic to anything? Nopes. If for some reason I am, I have not discovered it yet. I’m pretty sure at this point that I don’t have any allergies though.

Does your shirt have anything written on it? Nothing in text, but it does have the 2021 BTS Sowoozoo logo printed on it.

Have you ever tie-dyed something? Once in grade school for a home economics class.

Who can you always count on to cheer you up? For the most part I try not to pass on my negative emotions to other people, but if it can’t be helped then I would go to Angela.

How many places have you been today? Just one; I dropped Reena off at one of the malls connected to a train station so she can commute back home safely.

Are you a forgiving person? No.

When was the last time you felt let down? Earlier this evening when I discovered my mom ate my Army Navy fries. :(

What is the title of the nearest book to you? There is no book anywhere near me.

Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else? Nah, this whole get-up is mine.

Can you whistle? I can.

Do you look more like your mother or your father? My mom. My dad’s side only manifests in certain angles or expressions I make.

Are you still in high school? Haven’t been in high school in the last seven years.

Are you the oldest, middle, youngest, or an only child? Eldest.

Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep? Nope.

How many people have you kissed this year? Zero.

Is there anyone of the opposite sex you trust fully? Just Hans.

Are you a night owl or an early bird? Night owl. I hate waking up early, especially *having* to wake up early.

Would you rather go to Brazil for the weekend or Finland for a month? I’ll take Finland.

[..AND FINALLY..]

Where did you last go out to eat at? Rue Bourbon. I was too shy to eat anything though...only thing I did there was down two glasses of weng-weng, hah.

When was the last time you let someone borrow something from you? Earlier this week when my sister needed to use my bucket hat to make some measurements for a bucket hat design she herself was planning.

Was your last breakup a bad one? As bad as bad can get.

What was the last song you listened to? Amygdala by Agust D. Easily, EASILY my favorite track off D-Day.

What was the last movie you watched? Not technically a movie, but we watched Road To D-Day the moment it came out last night.

Did your last kiss happen in a public place? I think?

How did you meet the last person to leave you a comment? She’s my grand-aunt.