#I'm allergic to stuffed toys

[graneymar]

Can you write an imagine about baby fever? (With richarlison or ney)

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#2. RICHARLISON: BABY FEVER

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Richarlison x fem!reader

My best friend just gave birth to her first child a few weeks ago - a beautiful babygirl called Liliana. I've spent every free second with Nessa and her daughter. Whenever Richarlison went to training or met his friends, I was immediately on the way to visit my two girls, bringing a couple of new shirts, toys or stuffed animals for Liliana every single time. I knew Nessa since I was like 10, so my best friend of almost 15 years having a baby actually felt like I suddenly had a child myself.

Nessa was invited to a birthday party and asked Richarlison and me to babysit. As soon as she stepped into our apartment, Richarlison took Liliana and covered her little face with hundreds of kisses, making her smile slightly. "She’s allergic to cow milk, so please make sure you only feed her that", Nessa said, handing me a pack of baby food, "And please don’t cover her with blankets without being in the room, she could pull it over her face. There’s a sleeping sack in the bag." She continued on telling us what we should be careful of, until Richarlison interrupted her. "Ness, don’t worry. It’s not the first time I'm having a baby over. Y/N is an aunt of two. We'll be okay, relax." Nessa sighed out pouting her lips, "I know, it’s just the first time leaving her with someone so long. Please call me if somethings unclear. Don’t hesitate!" Richy and I nodded and told her to have fun before she eventually left our apartment. "Let’s get the party started", Richarlison laughed.

Since Liliana was only three months old, she almost spent the whole time sleeping. She would wake up and cry every now and then, signaling she was hungry. Every time I was about to get up and prepare the food for her, Richarlison stopped me and did it instead.

"No amor, I'll do it", he insisted and jumped up once she was crying again, stopping me from getting up another time. I grabbed his hand and smiled as I looked up to him, "Let me do it at least once." He pressed his lips together. "But… no, please. She’s so adorable."

"I know she is, but you’ve been with her all day. How about you look for a movie meanwhile, hm?", I suggested. He groaned, but finally nodded and dropped himself back onto the couch, clicking through Netflix. I prepared Lilianas bottle, checked the temperature and picked her up before feeding her on my arm. Richarlison watched us with a wide grin. "What?", I chuckled when I noticed.

"Have you ever thought about getting a baby anytime soon?" My eyes widened at his question, I almost let Lilianas bottle fall in shock. That was something I didn’t expect, for sure. "Uhm, I.. uh", I stuttered, refusing to look at him while my cheeks heated up, "How soon? I mean, yes I would love to have a baby some day, but… soon?" Richy quietly laughed as he noticed how nervous I got. "I have actually been thinking about it a lot, especially after every time I see Liliana. We both obviously love kids, we do have some experience. Finances are positive", he paused for a second, "And I can't imagine a better mother for my children. I really want to grow a family with you, Y/N. I'm not saying it has to happen right away, but maybe we could… you know, just see what happens?" I got so overwhelmed by the things Richarlison was saying, I didn’t even notice Liliana was choking on her food. "Oh oh oh", Richy exclaimed, taking Liliana out of my arm and held her over his shoulder, slightly tapping her back. The way he didn’t even care about the vomit on his shirt - he simply cleared her up and continued rocking her back and forth on his arms while having a huge smile on his face. I breathed in heavily, "Let’s see what happens." He quickly turned around to look at me. The disbelief, but also the joy in his eyes was clear to see. "Really?", he asked. I nodded, nibbling on my bottom lip. "I know you'll be a great dad", I started, "And maybe I'll be a pretty good mother too." Richarlison softly pecked your lips and stroked your stomach. "Richarlison Jr. in the making", he said, making you both laugh.

[devintrinidad]

15, 16, & 24 for the ask game ♡

Hi, Chloe! Thanks for the asks! :D

15. What’s your favorite season? 

I really like winter! The season is so beautiful and it's cold and everyone gets bundled up??? It's so nice! Love it! I'm also partial to how autumn slowly transitions into winter and how winter transitions into spring. Maybe it's because I haven't seen snow in years, but the icy frigidity is comforting.

16. Want any tattoos? What of? 

I know I talk a big game about phlebotomy, but I'm really allergic to pain. I don't like it. I'm fine with vaccines and blood draws, but only because it's necessary. Tattoos are pretty, but I don't think I would enjoy the process on myself personally. Plus, I would put so much time and effort in finding a tattoo that holds a lot of meaning to me, but isn't seen as tacky to others, that I'll eventually chicken out and not do it anyway.

Okay, the next one is kinda personal, so I'm putting it under a readmore:

24. When was the last time you cried? Why? 

At work.

Okay, full context and the story, here we go:

So, the last time was literally a week or so ago, on a Thursday. I mentioned before that I work with autistic children, but I don't think I mentioned that I don't really have a lot of experience with working with small kids. Yes, I do have a psychology degree, but I didn't think the company that hired me would take me on because I don't really have that much experience to back me up.

Anyway, I'm a behavior technician, which means that my job is to teach kids how to be more independent through discrete trial or incidental teaching. (It's a lot of technical jargon, but think of me as a teacher, but I allow my kids to roam and run free while I incorporate lessons into what they do).

So, on this particular Thursday, I'm with an afternoon session with one of my kids. He's really smart and he's adorable! He can write letters and even words! He's mostly nonverbal, but he'll let you know what he wants by gesturing and using what little vocabulary he has. (He also has a hyperfixation on farms/farm animals... you'll see how that pertains the story later).

That day, I was still getting supervision on my sessions, but sometimes, my boss had to leave to supervise others or to do some paperwork. When he did supervise me, he was always quick to provide feedback or praise, but the feedback hits extra hard because I'm still learning. I know he means well, but I can't deny that I felt a little disheartened, especially when I know that the other behavior techs on my team are so great with our kids.

In my session with this particular kid, we're at a table and he's trying to play with a toy barn. The doors had been taken off (don't ask me why, I think some other kids were rowdy with it) and he was trying to put them back on. He was getting frustrated and I asked him, "Hey, friend, do you need help? I can put them back on for you." And he kinda shoves the doors into my hands and I try to put the barn doors back on.

Thing was: the barn doors weren't cooperating. I mean, the doors were eventually fixed, but I must not have worked fast enough because ten seconds later (doors were still not on the little barn), my kid starts howling.

A note about me: I get really uncomfortable when other people cry. It's not like I dislike the crying, but because I don't know what to do... and I also do get the urge to cry. (It's gotten better over the years, but when I was a little kid, if someone started crying, I would usually start crying too).

I tried telling my kid, "Hey, friend! It's almost fixed! We're gonna have a great time with the farm, right?" And like encouraging him to be patient with a lower tone of voice, but it wasn't working.

There happened to be another behavior tech in the room (not on my team) with her own kid and she tried to help me, but my kid started going ballistic.

He was bawling, practically screaming, and I think there were some other things on the table like books and stuffed animals???? that he swiped them off the table and onto the ground.

Eventually, the other behavior tech left because her kid was probably getting overstimulated by the meltdown and I also fell silent. I just...

I didn't know what to do.

He wasn't responding to my attempts to soothe him, he wasn't responding my attempts to give him markers or toys.

Eventually, my boss came back and he took charge.

Chloe.

This man.

He is so good with kids.

He started with telling the kid that his feelings were valid, that it was all right to cry.

The kid started to calm down, but was still noticeably agitated.

So, noticing that, my boss started singing Old Macdonald and that's when the kid finally calmed down, relaxed, and went back to playing with some toys.

The entire exchange happened in like five minutes and I was stunned.

This man, he just??? Calmed down the kid in the most soothing way possible? Creatively too?

And then, he starts telling me that sometimes we have to adapt to our kids needs, that we have to think things from our perspective. He also told me about deescalation strategies and how to improve in the future.

And it was all great advice!

But!

Here's the thing:

My kid had been having a meltdown for like ten to fifteen minutes before my boss came in and I'm in near tears.

I'm. In. Near. Tears.

Now was not a great time to give me a lesson.

And that's on me. I should have been open and honest that maybe I needed a break, needed some space, all that jazz.

But like, I kept quiet about it, responded to his questions and told him that I understood, but the entire time, I was close to breaking.

(So either I'm really good at concealing how I'm feeling, my boss didn't notice, or my boss did notice and decided not to say anything. Whatever the three... it's not good).

Eventually, my kid wanted to leave for another room and my boss had to go supervise someone else.

So:

I'm in another room, my kid is currently drawing on another table, I'm still reeling from feeling useless and pathetic, and then! Another player arrives.

This lady who comes in told me that she's going to supervise me and give me some more tips since my boss needs to handle another behavior tech. The lady is the clinical director, so she knows a lot about kids and psychology in general.

So, she goes on about different strategies to help me run trials with my kids and how to deal with challenging behaviors.

On any other day, this would be a great learning experience! I like learning ways to improve my methods on delivering treatment!

But! Not today. Not right now when I'm still trying to process my feelings and the fact that my kid still isn't responding/attending/allowing me to build rapport with him.

I try my best to deliver trials with the lady's advice, but he continues ignoring me for the rest of the session.

Chloe.

I was in session with that kid for two hours. The first forty five minutes were kinda fine, the next fifteen was the meltdown, and that final hour was spent in near tears trying to keep everything together and promising myself that I would cry at home.

Eventually, I had to transition my kid to another behavior tech (he was my final session and I could go home... if it weren't for the fact that I was scheduled for like a final meeting where my boss could go over scheduling, my treatment delivery, etc.)

So, I'm still in the middle of not trying to cry when my boss goes, "How is everything?"

And Chloe:

That's when I was started to lose it:

"Not well."

And that's such a short thing to say, right? But I must have said it loud enough for him to hear because my voice was cracking and I was hiding my face so he doesn't see (I'm a firm believer in eye contact and he had been supervising me a while to know that, I think) and he goes:

"Take a break."

And I just run.

Tears are literally escaping my eyes, I'm rushing out of there and into a bathroom and that's when I start literally crying.

Like,

Literally wailing and trying to stifle everything.

For ten long minutes, I was in that bathroom trying to come up with a good reason to go outside and face my boss, because??? I didn't want to be caught dead crying in front of my boss! Who does?

Eventually, I began balling up wads of tissues and drowning them water so I can place them on my eyes. (It helps with redness so it doesn't look like I'm crying). I also, on the off chance that I began crying again, grabbed some more tissues from a nearby toilet paper roll.

And I headed back inside.

And that's when I saw my boss and the clinical director standing together talking.

My anxiety has gotten better over the years, but in that instant, all my worst fears were coming to pass. Were they discussing how badly I handled my final session that day? Were they criticizing me? Were they letting me go? Was I not good enough for them?

When they gestured for me to come meet them, they were smiling and looking supportive, but like??? At that moment, I felt myself breaking even more.

When I approached, the clinical director was like, "Hey, how're you doing?" And her voice was really soft and soothing and I really wanted to believe that she meant well.

And I kinda wanted to play off that I was fine and doing okay because I kinda just waved my balled up fist filled with toilet paper tissues, "Oh, yeah! I'm fine! I even got extra tissues just in case!"

Which.

I don't know.

Is not a normal thing to say?

And I think that's when they understood that I was not. Okay.

Because that's when the clinical director was going to say something, but--

I teared up and started sobbing again.

Full on crying.

Thank goodness kids are loud and behavior techs learn to mind their own business except for when it comes to their own kids hahaha~!

As soon as I began crying, I hid my face in my hands and I felt the lady come and give me a hug.

Cue me crying even harder because I expected the worst, and the worst was technically happening, but the clinical director??? Was so soft??? And warm??? And why is she hugging me???

And I hear them talking to each other and I’m still kind of not in the moment except for trying to keep it together even though I’ve long since lost it and that’s when I hear, “Let’s go into another room, okay?”

And they begin ushering me into a nearby conference room.

(I don’t think anyone was paying attention, but it was still humiliating rushing somewhere unknown while I’ve got my fists bawled up against my eyeballs).

Anyway, I'm apologizing for... I don't know... everything? Like I'm apologizing for crying, for not being good enough, for taking up their time because they shouldn't have to baby me.

And you know what? They didn't baby me at all.

Instead, they really talked to me as a person. They told me that I was doing great, that I was still learning and it was expected that I would make mistakes. They also told me that the clinical director should have been debriefed better because my boss thought that the both of us could handle it and that the situation hadn't impacted me as badly as it really did. In all honesty, it's kinda funny. It was because of miscommunication and misunderstanding, which is ironic because I'm pretty sure everyone in the room majored in psychology at one point lol

Anyway, my head is kinda ducked underneath the table because, again, I'm still crying and I'm not pretty to look at when full on crying. The both of them agree that they'll meet me again tomorrow (it's close to the end of my shift, so I was going to leave) and that they were going to talk about how they were going to make it so that I would be more comfortable in this environment, how to lessen the burden of transition, and what else they could do to help me.

The clinical director had to leave because she had to attend to other matters, but my boss held me back for a couple more minutes.

(Okay, that's more of a hyperbole).

He told me that I could stay in the privacy of the meeting room as long as I wanted so that I could gather myself and calm down.

He told me that I was doing really well... but that's not the only thing he told.

He told me to have compassion for myself, that I'm at where I need to be, and that if he wanted to fire me or found fault in my work/attitude, we would be having a wildly different conversation.

Yesterday, I told you that what happened made me into a better person. I think that was an exaggeration. I'm not a better person.

Yet.

I don't know, the words he told me and how he told it, with so much compassion and empathy. He was calm and he didn't talk me down. He let me cry and ask him questions.

I aspire to be as empathetic, to always see the humanity in others. I want to be the person others can look to when it comes to trust and opening up their vulnerabilities.

He also told me that it took years of working with kids and I had just started. Of course I wasn't going to be the best at it, there is a learning curve and I was doing my best. And that's a good thing.

Afterwards, I finally left and went home.

I kinda cried a little before work started the next day, but I think I got better and began working towards trying to embody not only an improved behavior technician, but also a better person.

So yeah.

tldr; A patient under my care had a meltdown, I had a meltdown, and my boss and another boss saw it and talked me through it.

Thank you so much for the questions, Chloe! I know this took longer than it should have, but the experience hit me really hard. I hadn't cried that hard since my meltdown back in June so yeah.

I hope you have a wonderful night and that your grandmother had an even better birthday! :D

[deadmomjokes]

Do you have any new adventures with bean?

Not so much an "adventure" as a "We all knew this day was coming, but now what do we do about it?" moment, but have the story nonetheless. (Because it is occupying my thoughts nonstop, mostly because she won't let it go.)

Picture this: It is bedtime for a young girl who historically hates bedtime. Because of this, we have done up her room with what one would consider The Works--blackout curtains, white noise machine, specifically-requested rainbow nightlight, and a brand new Big Girl Bed with a fancy headboard full of cubbies, which house her many stuffed animals/bedtime buddies.

Every night, she chooses one of these friends to sleep with (which may or may not get swapped three or four times throughout the night, because she is my child after all and indecision runs in our veins like a wild horse through a dewy morning field). This particular night, I ask "Which toy would you like to sleep with?" and she cheerfully says, "Duck."

Not a toy duck, mind you. It is a plushy cat named Duck, whom she loves very very much. Her other toy cat is named Toast. She is very good at naming things. But moving on.

She snuggles up with Duck the Cat, and I prepare to tell a bedtime story as usual. But something is wrong. In the pastel-neon glow of her rainbow nightlight, I see her eyes begin to well up. Her forehead wrinkles. Her eyebrows crease over a nose that is rapidly turning red beneath its smattering of freckles.

I am as confused as I am concerned. The protests and sorrows don't usually begin until after story time, when kisses and night-nights have been deployed. More importantly, they're usually all performative. But this is genuine sorrow.

Before I can open my mouth to ask what is wrong, she turns her watery baby blues on me and chokes out, "Mama, I'm sad."

I ask, "Why are you sad, baby?"

She looks from me, to her precious Duck the Cat, lying silent and still beside her on the pillow, and places a tiny hand on the plush, overstuffed head.

"Duck is my pretend pet cat. I'm sad because there is not a real cat." And she once more fixes me with a weepy, heartbreaking look of soul-crushing despair and says the words I have long dreaded: "I want to have a real pet cat."

Y'all, her dad is allergic to cats.

I'm not talking "sneezes and sniffles" allergies, either. I'm talking "was rushed to the ER as a child," "breaks out in full-body hives," "has full-blown reactions from simply interacting with people who have recently held a cat" kind of allergies. His allergies are so severe and sensitized that he essentially functions as radar for cat owners: hug someone and wait for the sniffles and itchiness. It never fails. There is no way this man could ever coexist in a house with a cat for longer than a few hours while doped up on benadryl, even one of the "hypoallergenic" breeds (which is very misleading and dangerous misinformation, but that's a whole other post in itself).

I mean, it's not like we can have a pet right now anyway. We live in a no-animals housing situation. We're also likely to move cross-country by the end of the year or early next, which would be difficult on any animal. I'm working on finding the right meds for my ADHD, my husband is running around to post-op PT and followups, Bean is dealing with her own specialty appointments for her gastric issues. It's just not a great time to bring in a pet. But the one-- the only one-- we could never have in our house to begin with is the one that my daughter happens to catch a Pining for at a grand 3.5 years old, which is, perhaps, the worst possible age to try and explain the many reasons we should not/cannot have a pet right now. Especially the one she wants.

The wee one knows Dad can't be around cats. That's part of why she was so sad. But the Pack-Bond Longing has officially come upon her, and she wants a pet. Really, really wants a pet.

Unfortunately, she comes by it naturally. My husband and I are both Animal People to the core. We run the Slimy Critter Rescue Brigade when it rains. Despite crippling anxiety disorders, I once skipped classes and made 3 hours worth of phone calls (as well as sacrificed my favorite handmade jacket) to catch an injured seagull that tried to take my face off multiple times. Her dad can't resist petting a cat if it comes within his line of sight even though he knows good and well it will have severe consequences. I have broken housing rules multiple times to care for injured or orphaned animals, only some of which were domestic pet species.

So it's not just her. We are all in Deep Mourning at the moment. It doesn't help that our brilliant genius child remembers the kinds of animals that Dad is not allergic to. She tells us at least once a day that she really wants to have a pet, and it is okay that we cannot have a cat in our house because Dad is not allergic to lizards/some dogs/fishes/birds/snakes/guinea pigs (that appears to be in order of desire), so maybe we can have one of those animals for a pet.

Worse, any one of us technically qualifies for an ESA to bypass the housing issue.

As the adults, we're trying really hard to be strong and think of the best thing for an animal, which does not include entering into a household in transition and likely to uproot soon.

But she's right and speaks for all of us: "I want a real pet animal to be in my house." :(

[raylex]

1, 3, 4, and 5 for zim :)

YAY ZIM!!! i'm actually listening to my alien playlist right now hehehe

1 - How does your F/O respond to seeing you hurt or upset? Do they act caring, immediately go into “who do I have to beat up” mode, or both?

oh he gets PISSED. he's not the best at comforting, which i totally understand because neither am i (it's the autism solidarity), but he IMMEDIATELY wants to know who is telling me these things and where they live so he can destroy them and their families and he Refuses To Take No For An Answer. he is VERY protective... in his own special way

3 - Is your F/O ever willing to put themselves in harm’s way for you? If so, describe what you predict or imagine, or a time when they have before.

normally he would never even think of doing something like putting himself in harm's way for the sake of another person but for me, yeah. love is a weird thing like that. he also gets really defensive if i dare bring it up and insists that he will never be soft by any means, ESPECIALLY not for a human (he is very soft) (especially for a human) (the human is me)

4 - Does your F/O prefer sunny days or rainy days? What about you? Do your preferences match? How do you both handle these days? What do you do together on either of these days?

i prefer rainy days which... is extremely unfortunate when irkens are basically allergic to water. learned that one the hard way when i tried to drag him outside into the rain

5 - Do you and your F/O sleep together at night? Is there a specific sleeping arrangement? Who hogs the blankets and pillows?

omg YES, and he is so tiny it's like sleeping with a stuffed toy HAHAHAHA. there is no way in hell he'd ever admit it, but he adores cuddles. irkens don't even need sleep, but he's adjusted to my own sleep schedule for what he claims is reasons completely unrelated to our relationship. also he steals all the blankets and pillows, i am never getting them back

[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is merry christmas!!!!

my brother, sister in law and niece are here for the week and we took them to this farmhouse converted into an adventure sports-ish (it's mostly catered towards very young kids lol but they did have a zipline. and so many trampolines!!!) activity place and i love my niece but she is a hyperactive toddler so I'm exhausted and very firm in my decision never to have kids but still. a very fun christmas. i hope you had the best day, whether you celebrate or not 💓💓

Merry Christmas!! 🎁🎄✨🎄🎁🎄✨ Oh my gosh that sounds like so much fun. It's nice you got to spend the day with your bride and children are indeed exhausting fun sweet little dudes but so much energy, so fast, so mischievous. I was watching a baby my sister was watching. My sister had to take a shower. And she just loved to throw phones and fight stuffed animals after hugging them. I also end up playing with kids like their cats. It's all I know. And they love it. If you see my future child with a cat toy just know I bought it for them on purpose. I'm happy you enjoyed your Christmas and had a lot of fun.

My Christmas was nice I talked to my best friend this morning and I'll see her later this week and I got to see my other friend who lives far open her present yesterday, I got her the Glitch Mode CD and I'm so happy she likes it. And as for my day I was snuggled in bed with all of my stuffed animals while watching Barbie Christmas movies as an adult lady does. I also found out I might be allergic to crabs. I was cracking open crab legs for my aunt cause she's not strong enough and my hands got all red and puffy. I've never eaten crab before so this is news to me. Also I made mini pumpkin pie cakes? In my tiny toaster oven. I did a run a few days ago and fixed what needed to be fixed just more cinnamon and flour cause it was supposed to be pumpkin cakes but I used too much pumpkin and it ended up being pumpkin pie cakes? But it tastes so yummy and has the best aftertaste. Oh I made a video for the first run cause I only had one thing playing my mind while I was making tiny cakes in my tiny pink oven.

[percivallorraine]

Do not pity me, please love me

（Inspired by napoleon's belief that Murat deserved what he got.）

by Percival Lorraine

Nightmares, one after another,

Muddy water churns, carrying filth,

I fought back those who bullied me, in the classroom, awaiting punishment.

Waiting for those piercing eyes,

Snickering in murmured lips,

Silk-like lips, wriggling with chilling words.

Bloodstains on the skin, dryness in the throat, itching.

Fresh blood dried in the lines of my palms,

Tangled, chaotic struggles,

Phone alerts singing fear,

I hit my forehead, convinced this is a dream,

I woke myself up, my darling,

My forehead throbbing, bruised beneath the skin,

My darling, in my dream, you held me,

You made me stronger, I'm sorry, my love.

But I am a broken bow, a taut note,

Shuttling shuttles, an unstable spinning wheel,

I'm sorry, my darling,

I don't want to be the perfect child anymore,

I don't want those absent parent-teacher meetings,

Absences appearing on my brother's side,

I don't want the expected perfect score; I'm not livestock in a mill.

I am human, I have love, I am a child, a teenager; I shouldn't care for similar children.

In thunderstorm days, thunder breaking through the sky,

The cries and pleas, children's fists without restraint,

Shouldn't fall on me, my back, my knees,

I didn't cry, even though I was beaten, my eyes colliding with the table corner.

Intermittent lament, no tears,

I fell from a great height, both knees a blurry mess.

I don't want it, my darling,

I don't want a child scalded pouring water,

I don't want scars, rashes on thighs, hospitalization, and allergic reactions to medicine.

Changing dressings, antibiotics, oozing red swelling,

My darling, they once asked why I walked so strangely.

I limp, I'm decayed, don't know how to survive.

I didn't cry for any of these,

I can do everything on my own, I don't need friends,

I'm locked alone in a dilapidated house; I can finish an entire fairy tale book alone,

Fairy tales, historical maps, science magazines,

I can recognize all the words alone,

I know things adults don't know, leaving them speechless,

My darling, I don't want it anymore.

I want to be whimsical, repeatedly filling those shortcomings,

The first time I cried was because of those ridiculous absent parent-teacher meetings,

Elementary school, lighters and hair, extortion of belongings,

Kicking and bullying, bad kids, irresponsible parents, outsiders.

I don't want to be a genius baby anymore,

My darling, I'm not a little adult,

Crying needs comforting; trauma won't stay silent,

I woke myself up, but I can't wake up from reality,

I don't want to be good, don't want elder's dog-like appreciation,

Growing up, I became childish,

I started liking what I didn't like before,

Favoring video games, phones, stuffed toys,

Tasteless chats, explicit movies and books,

Wandering around, spending money like water,

My darling, I don't want to be strong anymore,

I can't find the real me anymore; she's extinguished, non-existent.

My darling, they say I deserve this,

All of this, mental illness, the medicine I take, the sickness I see,

No connection with them, they've distanced themselves,

My darling, they say you deserve this too…

Do not pity me, please love me,

Restless spring, golden-green leaves of the French plane tree,

Gathering all those missed springs once again.

不要怜悯我，请爱我吧

by Percival Lorraine

噩梦，又是噩梦，

翻浆的泥水，裹挟着秽物，

我殴打了欺侮我的，教室里，等待着处分。

等待着那些尖酸的眼，

嗫嚅的嘴唇里的嗤笑，

蚕一样的双唇，蠕动着那些薄凉的话。

皮肤上的血痕，咽喉的撕裂上，干痒。

鲜血在我的掌纹里干涸了，

错综的，缠斗的乱麻，

电话弹窗高歌恐惧，

我击打自己的额头，确信这是在做梦，

我把自己打醒了，我亲爱的，

我的额头肿痛，皮下淤青，

我亲爱的，梦里你抱着我，

你让我坚强一点，对不起，亲爱的。

可是我是断弦的弓，我是紧绷的音符，

那些挪移的飞梭，不坚挺的纺车，

对不起，亲爱的，

我不想做满分宝贝了，

我不想要那些，缺席的家长会，

缺席的双双出现在我的兄弟那边，

我不想要理所应当的一百分，我不是磨坊里的牲口。

我是人，我有爱，我是孩子，青少年，我不该照顾同样的小孩。

雷雨天里，那些击破天幕的雷霆，

那些嚎哭和讨饶，孩童不知分寸的拳头，

不该落在我身上，我的背上，我的膝上，

我没有哭，虽然我被殴打，我的眼睛直撞桌角。

断续的哀鸣，没有眼泪，

我从很高的地方掉下来，双膝血肉模糊。

我不想要了，不想要了，我亲爱的，

我不要一个孩子倒水被烫伤，

我不要留疤，大腿上的皮疹，住院和药物过敏。

换药，抗生素，流脓红肿，

我亲爱的，他们曾问我走路姿势为什么这么怪。

我是跛行的，我溃烂的，不知道如何活下来。

这些我都是没有哭的，

我什么都可以自己完成，我不需要朋友，

我一个人锁在破院破屋，我一个人可以看完一整本童话书，

童话书，历史地图，科学杂志，

我可以一个人认得所有字，

我知道那些大人不知道的，让他们瞠目结舌，

我亲爱的，我不要了

我想做一个任性，将那些缺憾反复填补，

我第一次哭是因为家长会那些可笑的缺席，

小学里，打火机和头发，勒索财物，

踢打和排挤，坏孩子，不负责的家长，外地人。

我不想做天才宝贝了，

我亲爱的，我不是小大人，

哭泣是需要抚慰的，创伤不会沉默低语，

我把自己打醒了，可我再无法从现实醒来，

我不要乖，不要长辈训狗一样的赞赏，

长大后，我变幼稚了，

我开始喜欢我以前不喜欢的，

青睐电子游戏，手机，毛绒玩具，

恶俗的聊天，情色的影片和书籍，

出去乱逛，花钱如流水，

我亲爱的，我不要再坚强了，

我找不到最真实的我了，她泯灭了，不存在了。

我亲爱的，他们说我活该如此，

这一切，精神病，药是我吃的，病是我看的，

与他们别无联系，他们撇的一干二净，

我亲爱的，他们说你活该如此…

不要怜悯我，请爱我吧，

倦躁的春天，金绿的法国梧桐的落叶，

把那些曾经的，遗漏的春天，尽数捡起。

[hummingbirdsinjune]

I thought I could get by without a live blog but so far in UMG 5 we have:

- Fahsai 's classic "Let's Sacrifice Toby" shirt, which interests me that they choose a witchcraft one and not one of the alien ones from that line. Still a good chuckle, tho.

- Her own doctor forgot Erng is allergic to salt.

- O just keeps putting his hands in things huh I'm pretty sure that's something nasty

- It is 😂🤢

- Mew you promised Erng you wouldn't tell 😠 Zip those lips immediately

- Mew. What. And here I was going to compliment you for your ability to pick out cute stuffed toys.

- 💫 Aliens 💫

[toonytoodles]

Random fun fact time! Ft. OCs! (Repost because I added more/ edited a lot of stuff)

Avery -

- Sneezes like a kitten, and most of the time she accidentally uses her fire breathe when she sneezes, so watch out

- Sleeps on a rock

- Is made uncomfortable by actual dragons, it's just... too weird for her...

- Has a strange and inexplicable extreme fear of eels

- Reacts to fear by singing/humming/speaking very loudly, and also by running and screaming (basically, how markilpler acts when playing horror games? yeah that)

- At least once a week her dad has to help her brush through her hair, he says they should get it cut but she absolutely refuses

- Owns a few pairs of gloves- most of which look nearly identical. Some are for different days, some pairs are for bedtime, and some are for special occasions, but she also has some different types and styles of gloves for different events

- Loves the holidays, dislikes the weather that comes with it

- Absolutely hates people touching/messing with her tail, even if it's by accident she gets kinda mad. That's hers- don't touch it. (Emma's the only exception to this simply because it can't be avoided- although Emma does try to touch it as little as possible)

- Slightly allergic to pollen

- She has a clicking-like purr

- If you scratch under her chin she'll purr and relax, but if scratch a certain spot on her neck she'll sleepily fall over

- Adopted as an egg and raised by her human father and fairy mother

- Has a Scottish accent 

- Works as a Glazier (glass blower) and makes potion bottles, also helps with making the potions, and occasionally costumer service and boring stuff like stocking/inventory

Emma -

- Plays with hoodie strings and/or hair when upset or nervous (it happens often, her hoodie strings are sorta worn out)

- She's a big fan of animals! Especially bears, puppies, and unicorns, she thinks they're adorable! When she was younger she used to like dragons quite a bit too

- She's a protective friend and big sister, and she's a little over protective over people she cares about

- Tends to read into things; if your tone or demeanor is slightly different she begins worrying that something's wrong or that she did something. She also tends to believe that no one actually wants to be her friend or wants to be nice to her, but that they're only being nice because they're afraid of her or pity her.

- LOVES HUGS!!! Absolutely loves them, hugging other giants, hugging people smaller than her, getting hugs, giving hugs, she loves hugs

- Once accidentally ate a fake candy cane decoration, off someone's front lawn, because she thought it was real gigantic candy, left out for giants (she was like four, so it made sense to her then, but she still gets made fun for it a bit by her family)

- Loves snow and winter

- Her favorite color is probably blue

- Is surprisingly good at sneaking up on people, for someone 30ft tall she's quiter than most borrowers

- Is the second oldest of five kids, her older brother Rory is 23, her younger brother Richard is 15, and her youngest sisters Aroura and Tiana are 6 and 8, and they're all pretty close

- Her dad is a size shifter, and so are Richard and Tiana, the rest of the family are giants

- She's ambidextrous

- Very cautious of her surroundings

- Hates surprises/being scared

- Bi-romantic and ace

Sofia -

- Can write without looking at what she's doing

- Only wears slip on shoes or shoes with Velcro/zippers, she never learned how to tie them, she couldn't figure out what to do with her head or look at what she was doing

- She's an artist! She likes to paint!

- Has a hard time saying "no," so when she says it, she means it

- Hates surprises and people sneaking up on her

- Has a pet python named Albert

- Probably the only person on the planet who has worse anxiety than Emma

- Don't call her "Soph" or "Sophie," and she gets mildly annoyed when her name is misspelled

- Typically uses right arm to carry head and left hand for everything else

- Has a weird sense of humor

- Has a million stuffed animals, has like 20 on her bed, but Rupert the blue bunny is her favorite

- She has an enchanted scarf that allows her to wear her head when needed, she doesn't usually use it because she's not used to it & it gives her anxiety (she's scared of the scarf falling off/being taken off unexpectedly) but she has it and uses it on occasion, mostly at home

- She doesn't let anyone else hold her head, it seriously freaks her out, her dad is the only exception, but Avery held her once for a group photo (her body took the picture)

-She loves singing and has a soft beautiful voice but is too shy to sing around anyone 🎶

- She was bullied when she was younger and doesn't like to talk about it, she already gets emotional easily and those memories hurt

- She loves Avery's jokes and has a bit of a weird sense of humor

- She's adopted, she lives with her human father (another fun fact, her dad is one of Avery's parents best friends!)

- Unlike Avery, she wasn't adopted as a baby, she was about 6-7ish when she was adopted

- Loves vegetables

- Gets embarrassed easily

- Doesn't go out of her comfort zone, she only does stuff when Avery basically forces her to

- She really likes Emma, but is also sorta scared of her sometimes, she's just scared of people and being looked at, so she can be a little overwhelming without meaning to be, it's nothing personal and she knows Emma wouldn't hurt a fly, she's just scared of people and sometimes Emma is a lot of person

- Doesn't want Emma to hold her (Emma respects it, although sometimes they work it out to where Emma can give her a gentle hug)

-Her favorite season is fall

-She loves rabbits and frogs, but won't admit she loves horses (there's a stereotype that all dullahans love horses, she won't give in)

-Hates confrontation

-Loves vanilla cake

-Hates strangers and people she's not comfortable around being anywhere near her

- Pansexual

- Sorta has a voice claim, but it's weird and sorta difficult to explain?

Andie -

- Has a French accent (picked it up from dad)

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plays the flute

- Mean, selfish, and self centered, but somehow also a good person

- Sings sentences sometimes

- Scared of turtles

- Works as a bard/waitress at the family tavern

- Unfortunately she is heterosexual

Andy -

- Somehow didn't pick up their fathers accent

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plates the lute

- Genuine and kind hearted, but also a bumbling moron

- Dreams of being a song writer, wants to be a professional musician

- Works as a bard/waiter at the family tavern

- Bi, but prefers women

Clementine -

- A book worm

- Likes to sing

- Practices magic, knows a few interesting spells

- Sometimes her and Avery fight over magic usage vs. potion usage (they know it's a dumb fight, but they don't care, at this point it's a joke)

- She's a white tailed deer

- She has great hearing, and is usually very aware of her surroundings

- She wants to be a magic professor as an adult

- Demisexual, pan, but prefers men

Pond-

- Elementals don't really have gender, she chooses to present as female and use female pronouns

- Can't "see," but rather senses vibrations, since she's made out of water she doesn't have eyes, but based on other senses she can get around just fine

- She can't smell either

- Doesn't care for romance

- Has 4 pet fish she keeps with her, named Karl, Frank, Phillip, and Fish

- She has a baby sister, Brook

- She's odd and can be off putting unless you know her pretty well, then her weirdness is sort of endearing

- She can tell her friends apart by the way they walk and their gestures, and of course their voices, but really has no idea what any of them look like, she knows their species and the normal traits of those species, but not much outside that

- She doesn't eat or drink

- Smart, but sorta reckless

- Sorta hard to hug :( but the others still try

Sapphire -

- Has minimal size shifting abilities, but prefers to be her true size, she loves sitting on her husband's shoulders or in his pockets (She's about 5ft in her bigger form)

- Used to be an adventurer, at one point she was a pirate

- Met her husband on one of her adventures

- Has a Scottish accent

- She has a sword her size (no it's not a toothpick or a toy or anything, she has an actual tiny sword) 🗡

- Makes potions for the shop and deals with customers

- Grew up outside of Tradeskeep, her and Kal retired from their adventuring career and settled down there

Kalvin -

- Used to be an adventurer/ mercenary

- Huge, ripped, has all kinds of scars, but his 4" tall wife is scarier than he his, he's basically a teddy bear

- Makes potions, does restocking, inventory, and doesn't as much anymore, but makes potion bottles

- Has scars/tattoos from various adventures

- Used to have dragon scale armor, he once saved a village from a dragon, but has sold it and no longer tells the story, he now claims it was a bear

- He's a great dad ❤

- Loves ale & meat, but not as much as his girls

- I cannot overstate how much he loves his family, he LOVES his wife and daughter, like a LOT, it pretty much defines who he is, he's a family man

- Met his wife while on a quest

- He used to be a nomad while adventuring and getting paid for jobs, he'd wander from town to town, until he settled at Tradeskeep and put up a shop

Ok so i know that's a lot, but it's there for anyone who's interested in all that ❤ I have other facts too, so if you wanna know any more just look around on my blog or send an ask, Q&A for OCs are open, and I'm open to art/writing requests/ideas! ❤

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Omg so I'm studying for my psych test tomorrow and I was reading up on a study over giraffes and i got to thinking!! How would the companions react (especially Deacon) to sole describing and maybe even showing pictures of animals pre war I'm curious on your take on that :) have a good day and prosper ^^

As with all of my requests currently, this is months late, so I hope you aced that test! There is no intro for this, just simply imagine Sole handing the companions a picture of said animal! Please enjoy!😊 (Codsworth isn’t in this because he’s already aware of Pre-War animals)

FO4 Companions React: Sole Showing Them a Picture Of a Pre-War Animal

Cait:

“It’s so damn round,” the redhead commented, squinting to get a better look at the image, “And why the bloody hell are there birds pickin at its back?”

Sole decided to show Cait a picture of a pre-war hippopotamus. Their companion was fascinated by the creature.

“So let me get this straight: the birds pluck off bugs by cuttin up the hippo with their beaks?” Cait shook her head, “Those parasitic bastards. If I were the hippo, I’d fling those damn nitwits off me back and stomp them into the ground.”

Piper:

“What is that thing,” Piper gushed, “It’s absolutely adorable! It looks like a stuffed animal!”

Sole had shown the reporter an image of a sloth.

“So they’re super slow and just eats and sleeps all day. Ha...that’s the dream, honestly.”

Hancock:

“Damn. He’a about as fucked up as I am right now,” the ghoul laughed, “Look into those eyes and tell me he ain’t on somethin.”

Hancock had just shot up a massive amount of Daddy-O moments before Sole decided to show him a picture of a Tarsier.

“Getting that high and not wearing shades...the little dude’s got balls.”

Gage:

“Woah! That a gaterclaw!?” Gage asked, snatching the picture from Sole’s hand, “Is it a fuckin toy? Why is it so small? That thing ain’t gonna cause any damage. Hell, I could probably kill it with a pop in the nose.”

Sole explained that alligators were considered extremely dangerous in the Pre-war days, and the raider chuckled.

“Ya’ll were all a buncha softies.”

Nick:

“Ah, a bloodhound. Classic,” Nick chuckled, “I’d always wanted one of those. Too bad Jenny was allergic to dogs.”

He smiled as he studied the image.

“Their sense of smell was no joke. It’s supposedly one thousand times more sensitive than the average human’s, Imagine how much faster I could solve cases with a pup like that on my team?”

He set the picture down at his desk, “But, we have Dogmeat. And he’s a very good boy.”

Preston:

“That’s a bald eagle, isn’t it,” Preston mused, marveling at the image of the patriotic bird, “It looks so fierce, yet majestic at the same time. I can see why this bird was used to symbolize the country.”

The Colonel thought for a moment.

“Maybe we could make the bald eagle a symbol of the Minutemen. It would be a wonderful allusion to the old world ideals.”

MacCready:

“Hey, I actually kind of like it,” MacCready chuckled, studying a picture of a raccoon, “It has a little burglar mask and everything.”

Sole explained that raccoons were nocturnal creatures that rummaged through trash for food. MacCready frowned.

“Are you implying that me and this oversized rat are similar? Because we’re not!”

Strong:

“What that thing with big claws and bulging eyes and seashell armor?” Strong asked, “Look familiar.”

It suddenly clicked.

“MIRELURK! “You had mirelurk in your time, human!?”

Of course, Sole hadn’t shown Strong an image of a mirelurk. Sole explained that these were hermit crabs, and they were only inches tall.

Strong laughed.

“STRONG COULD SMASH WITH PINKY TOE,” the Supermutant bellowed, “STAND NO CHANCE AGAINST STRONG!”

X6-88:

“A shark?” X6 asked, “Bioscience is developing improved versions of them. Rougher skin, sharper teeth, and laser eyes. It has the potential to be an unstoppable weapon.”

Curie:

“Zwat ees zat creature!?” Curie asked in amazement, “Eets neck ees zo long! And eet is zuch a pretty yellow color— my vavorite!”

Sole was currently showing their companion a picture of a giraffe.

“I truly wish zees lovely creatures existed in ze Commonwealth,” Curie marveled, “Eet ees not only beautiful, but eet would be an interesting animal to conduct research on—especially rezearch related to balance and bone structure.”

Deacon:

“Hey! This little lizard thing kinda looks like a mini deathclaw!”

Sole explained that the picture he was looking at was of a reptile called a chameleon.

“So this chameleon thing can change colors to blend in with its surroundings? That’s awesomeee,” Deacon gushed, “Maybe I can convince Tom to make me some color-changing thingamajig.”

Danse:

“Yeah?” Danse studied the image that Sole had handed him, “It’s a bird.”

When Sole specified that he was looking at a picture of a pigeon, the Paladin nodded.

“Ah, that rings a bell,” he explained, “I‘ve read that pigeons were a nuisance in Pre-War America— always eating scraps and defecating on buildings and vehicles. But I’ve also read that they were used as messengers in World Wars I & II. The reason why is beyond me. They look incompetent and weak.”

[bendthekneetobangtan]

10 questions tag

Thank you my lovely pal @junghelioseok for tagging me in this!! It's such a thoughtful and unique tag game! 😘 Sorry things have been a little dead on my blog lately, but work has been hectic. Hope all my American followers have a good weekend for the Fourth!

Rules: answer ten questions, then write your own and tag ten people.

➵ what would you want as your last meal on earth?

High end sushi from Japan 🍣. There's really no experience like it!

➵ what is your favorite personality trait that you possess?

My Asian cheapness lmao. Pay for a personal trainer??? No way, I will learn to lift 200 pounds on my own!! 😤😤 Buy a $1,200 dining table?! Are you insane! 💀 I'll build one from scratch.

➵ a favorite quote?

"Done is better than perfect." - Kim Namjoon

➵ if you could suddenly become really good at a sport, what would it be?

Gymnastics. Gymnasts are so freaking athletic and have amazing strength and control over their bodies. They are BEASTS!!

➵ favorite drink?

I'm going to be lame and say coffee. I am allergic to alcohol so that limits my choices 😋

➵ do you have any pets? (pictures encouraged)

Yes, her name is Bailey! 🥰

➵ who is your favorite superhero?

Tony Stark/Iron Man. Just based on the movies, he has the best character development imo.

➵ what scent is the soap in your bathroom?

I love cucumber melon!!

➵ tell me about your favorite childhood stuffed animal/toy.

It wasn't my stuffed dog, but my older sister's called Pupo. There's no special story - I just think when you have siblings, you want to take whatever they have lmao. The funny thing is that dog was older than me (she had it before I was born)! She did keep the toy to pass onto her kids though.

➵ what was the last movie you watched?

I honestly don't remember lol. I've binged so much because of corona. I know I rewatched some Disney movies on the app. So maybe Hercules?? 😂😂

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My 10 questions:

What's your favorite Disney movie and why?

If you had the power of invisibility, what's the first thing you would do?

What's something you hated as a little kid that you enjoy now?

Describe your favorite pair of shoes.

Pretend you're in a movie and pick 3 songs as the soundtrack to a day in your life montage.

What's the oldest thing you have in your closet?

What’s your favorite comfort food?

What's something your (ultimate) bias does that you know would drive you crazy if you were hypothetically dating?

Tell me your favorite pizza toppings.

Name one thing on your bucket list.

Tagging (if you wanna 💜💜): @suga-kookiemonster @kpopfanfictrash @underthejoon @gukslut @johobi @ditzymax

[himboholhorse-moving]

1 2 4 7 8 9 13 18 20 26 27 29 30 32 39 40 41 43/44 45 46 49 51 53 55 56 57 59 63 65 that is. so many dghsdghsdgv I'm sorry I just see an ask meme and go crazy aaaa go stupid aaaa. You can just answer whichever u like from those!! also 69(nice): you seem rly nice and funny from your 🅱️osts and I appreciate u... I hope you can find better irl friends who aren't trash

HDSKFJKS I completely understand but lucky for u I LOVE to talk !!

1) How are you?

Pretty good, actually!! Which is a nice change of pace. I went to Walmart with some friends yesterday and got a few things, baked a family recipe that my friends LOVE, and finally did my laundry (it’s been a couple weeks we love depression and executive dysfunction dfhkjsfd). I went to Cracker Barrel with some friends and earlier and played a 4-way game of Tetris after. :3c

2) Post a picture of yourself.

Here you go !!

4) What is your entire name?

Sierra Alexis and my last name is something constantly misspelled so I’ll give you the name of a historical figure whose name is a letter off from mine: George B. McClellan, to whom I may or may not be related because last name variations are fuckin’ WEIRD.

7) Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality.

I’m a Capricorn sun and moon, and Libra rising !! And from what I’ve read on Twitter from various astrologers, like Milkstrology, I LOVE her, I’d say it’s pretty accurate with my personality!! I like to say Capricorn’s aren’t cold bitches but, I Have A Tendency To Be One !!

8) What did you do on your last birthday?

God what DID I do on my last birthday… it was in January, so like, I SHOULD remember… OH I went to IHOP with my friends !! I share a birthday with another friend and I got a JoJo notebook and something called a Fuggler! They’re stuffed animals more or less but designed to be “ugly.” I got one that looks like Philadelphia Flyers mascot Gritty because I LOVE Gritty… he’s so fun and funky.

9) What is one thing you’d like to accomplish before your next birthday?

Get all my requests in my inbox over on my writing blog done KJHFDJKSF it’s been a few months and life has been. Hectic to say the least.

13) If you could change your eye color, would you?

There’s so much weird as hell brown-eye-phobia so like… I think blue eyes would be pretty neat. OR PURPLE… give me some unnatural eye colors pls...

18) Do you have any tattoos?

Not yet!! I’m going to get one the next time I go back home for break. :3c And I have a few ideas for other ones!! I wanna get a big-ass “Dragon Age: Origins” tattoo that’s the dragon on the cover on my thigh. I also wanna get a DA2 and “Inquisition” tattoo… and the Joestar birthmark… too many ideas… 

20) Left or right handed?

Right-handed !! I could have been left-handed or ambidextrous if I broke my arm AFTER I started kindergarten, but alas that was before.

26) Something you are working on right now:

This !! But also the script for my next podcast episode that I record on uhhh Monday I think. Should probably figure that one out dsjfjhsf

27) Do you have any “rules” about food?

I answered that in the last ask !!

29) What would you say is your best quality?

I also answered this in the last ask !!

30) What do you think you’re really good at?

Writing, I’d say! And memorizing trivia about the stuff I’m super into. If it’s stuff pertaining to “M*A*S*H” or old movies or TV shows or actors or specific historical events, I will know that shit FOR LIFE. Don’t ask me to do math pls thank u

32) What talent do you wish you’d been born with?

I wish I was able to do stuff with music. That was never really in my blood, despite all the music classes they make you take in elementary school. I just never learned how to memorize or read sheet music. :/ I would have loved to play violin, tho… my friend plays and she says I would have been a good cellist.

39) Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?

YES… have for years. I still have my Care Bear from when I was 5, Gritty as mentioned above, a plush of my school’s mascot, and a little Fugo !! He’s so tiny.

40) What do you think about the most?

Everything and constantly and all at once. But the past really because I can never let stuff go and even the small things I mess up on haunt me forever… Wish that wasn’t the case but it is !!

41) Share two habits:

Biting my nails and having a very specific routine in which I get ready when I wake up. Like, I’ve gotta go brush my hair before I put my important cards in my left pocket, then put on my silver bracelet, then my beaded bracelet, then my earbuds in my right pocket, then put my earrings in. I HAVE to do it in that order…

And other oddities that include, like, if I need to go around something I HAVE to follow the urge to go one way and not the other, lest I feel the need to go back and fix it. And then which foot goes first before I reach a crack in the sidewalk, or up or down a curb, etc.

43) What are your career goals?

If I can just make people happy or get some kind of joy out of the things I do, I’d call that enough. :)

44) What is your ideal career?

Mmm, either a film historian or a film professor !! Preferably at the college I’m at right now but wherever the wind takes me, I’ll go! Or a Twitch streamer or YouTuber, it really depends on my mood jdhfjskf

45) Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

It was pretty much the same !! Freshman year was pretty lively, I didn’t have a job on campus yet though, or my podcast. Everything else is basically the same!

46) Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

CONSTANTLY… good or bad it’ll play back over and over and over again.

49) Do you have any phobias?

HOO BOY, DO I… fear of heights; fear of insects/bugs/arachnids/bees/wasps; I have a strong dislike of the number 13 but I don’t know if it’s a phobia, I just. REALLY hate it; the unknown, more or less what lurks somewhere beyond where I can see. Not so much a fear of the dark with that one, just what could BE in it.

51) Are you allergic to anything? If so, what?

I answered this in my last ask, as well!

53) Ever come close to death?

Two or three times, maybe? Two of them involved what’s called a laryngospasm, typically it can happen when your sick, which is what happened to me both times. Basically your throat just closes up on your for a hot minute and you can’t breathe. The first time I genuinely thought I was going to die (and my dad still sent me to school that day… HOE), the second time I was also sick and was losing/had lost my voice DURING A JOB RETREAT and it happened in the middle of the night so that was funny sitting there gasping for breath in the pitch dark.

At the FIRST retreat I went on for that job, you had to take pictures as part of a scavenger hunt, and the place used to be an old military fort, so there were still the old bunkers there. We had to take one on top of it and I was taking the picture, and it’s a wide shot so I go to take a step back but before I do I look behind me. If I hadn’t I would have fallen a good 10-15 feet down onto solid Civil War-era bunker concrete. I’d consider that being a “close to death” moment because I really could have died!

55) A random fact about yourself:

I have a half-brother !! My sis and I finally found him after her 23andMe results came back (which she decided to do despite us being like THE GOVERNMENT WILL COLLECT OUR DATA) and we didn’t think our mom would be happy she found him but she was !! My sis might reach out and contact him, she just wanted our mom’s permission first to do it.

56) What are three things most people don’t know about you?

Well, that I have a half-brother. I don’t mention it a lot. Aside from y’all on here and my sister, most everyone else doesn’t know I’m nonbinary! Everyone else knows I’m bi though lmao. And that there were times I’d stretch or bend the truth or lie about something just to impress someone else. It’s a… Bad Habit. Another thing is that most people don’t know I like coffee? Like I need to put a shit ton of creamer in with it because I’m a Bitch, but yeah.

57) An unknown fact about your life:

I wouldn’t call this an “unknown” fact but I’d used to go to work with my dad every now and again when he worked at the Home Depot and he was assistant manager. I’d either chill in the back room which was an office he shared with two other guys, or walk around the store with him. I had my own apron, too, which was my name with “Mini Mac” next to it, “Mac” being my dad’s nickname and something easier to say than my last name. I actually helped a few customers out so I wonder if I should have gotten paid for that despite being like, ages 9-13 when I’d go jshfkjd

And I guess I technically tested video games as a kid? Basically, when my dad was stationed at Fort Knox, they’d get demos of video games that hadn’t come out yet to test I suppose? and I still have a few somewhere. He’d hand them off to me and I’d play them so there’s that.

59) Five weird things that you like:

Eating globs of wasabi for no reason.

Scaring my friends also for no reason.

I wouldn’t say using cotton swabs to get wax out of your ears because it feels good is weird, just more medically inadvisable if anything.

When I was younger I’d like to floss really hard because the slight pain from it felt good. Young me was a #Freaque KJHDFJJDHF

I don’t know if being fond of alphabetizing and reorganizing things is considered weird but I LOVE doing that.

63) A quote you try to live by:

“It matters not how strait the gate, / How charged with punishments the scroll; / I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul.” It’s from the poem “Invictus” and the last two lines are what I’m getting tattooed !!

65) Weird things you do when you’re alone:

Practice the “Lucky Star” dance. I GOT THE LYRICS DOWN… JUST NEED TO DO THE DANCE NOW…

69) Leave me a compliment:

“you seem rly nice and funny from your 🅱️osts and I appreciate u... I hope you can find better irl friends who aren't trash”

Anon pls 🥺 I do my best to be nice but my friend really do test me sometimes... my feelings bounce back n forth like if they do something my feelings can switch to angry or like, hate, and then if they do something nice I’ll like them again. It sucks but ! I just take it one day at a time. Anon I care for u 💜💜💜

[yodawgiheardyoulikeponies]

The only dog I like tbh

[mawritesbnha]

[Matchup] I'm a bit open with who I am as a person. I'm an ambivert who is a slight flirt, ("too nice" some say). I'm taken as flirty because of how physically affectionate w/ everyone I care about. Friends, family, lovers. I'm kind and v patient, but v manipulative. I have a superiority complex and am v jealous over my friends.~ [1/2]

“[Matchup] ~When I act upon my jealousy, I’m more physically and affectionately close. I love cute and fluffy things, like dogs (but I’m allergic), cats, and stuffed toys. I’m also v spiteful. I’m a straight female, but admittedly not against the idea of being with a female. I’m very neutral and maybe not the most morally correct, but I mean, I never have reasons to show that. [2/2]”

/!\MATCH UP REQUESTS ARE CLOSED/!\

I match you up with… Tomura Shigaraki!

so uh… sorry I guess?

you’re the villain couple (oh wow now that’s veeery original good job Ma!)

no but really, I like handy boi, like you do a petulant child, and he’s been through some serious trauma, but it doesn’t mean you should be in a relationship with him, so brace yourself

he’ll definitely read you as “too flirty” and he won’t like it

jealous doesn’t cover it, he’s really possessive of you even if he doesn’t want to admit it

he wants to feel special, you need to show him he matters more than the others

if you do, then he’s really not gonna help with your superiority complex cause you’re gonna be his queen (yeah, he be cliché like that)

I don’t think your jealousy would be triggered with him, so that’s a plus I guess? this little gremlin sadly isn’t close to anyone

speaking of being close, it would take you a while to get him to let you in, being manipulative’s gonna help but be careful cause if he feels like you’re trying something funny he won’t trust you anymore

he likes you stringing people along, not him

probably calls you a mind witch, but in an affectionate way

being spiteful definitely isn’t a deal breaker, it amuses him when you’re mean to others

and he’s used to people being mean to him… also there will be times when he’s gonna be mean to you

animals aren’t fond of him, they sense something that scares them, and it pains him even if he doesn’t say anything, so he feels pretty bad you can’t be around them as much as you’d like because of him

to make up for it, he’ll buy you lots of stuffed animals

you don’t really know how he does it: delivery? send toga to the store?

he’s ashamed of it, but he goes in person, he wants to pick the perfect plush everytime

at first you’d just find them on your bed when you come back home

but as he gets more confident, he’ll start handing them to you (never in front of the league though)

he’ll probably scoff if you thank him but he secretly craves the validation

hug him and he’s gone

no I mean actually gone, it’s gonna take a while for him to be comfortable with physical proximity, he doesn’t want to hurt you

but when he holds you close and you don’t turn into ash in his grip, well he gets a bit emotional

[bokzumi]

He snickers before he speaks to the staff, pointing at the toy you wanted. He thanks them before handing the prize to you.

"Good to know that you can't resist me. Where to next? You wanna go on a ride?"

- Kuroo

I smile brightly and hold the cat tight to my chest. "Thank you for this. Cats are my favorite animal, but I'm allergic." I rub my hand along the head of the stuffed animal.

I roll my eyes and lightly hit his stomach. 'Wow, that is. . . muscular. 6 pack maybe?' Pink forms on my cheeks as I shake my head, erasing the thoughts forming. "Good for you to know, but trouble for me. A ride would be great!" I look around, eyes lighting up at two of the rides. "Maybe the swinging boat? Or the giant drop? They were my favorites as a kid - it's been years since I've been on them."

[metamorphxxhero]

👶🏻 {washingxmentality. I'm interested in your take on it~}

Name: Akihito Uno-Shinsou

Birthdate: October 9th

Personality headcanon: Akihito is very good and faking it until he makes it. He’s a very clever, very ambitious young man, but lacks any real direction that would make him an excellent hero or villain. He’s content to put his all into his projects and friendships and thinks of becoming a hero like his dads’ to be an afterthought.

What was their first word and how old were they when they said it: Most likely “dada”, but Akihito didn’t begin speaking until he was around 2 years old.

Did they get in trouble in school: For missing homework assignments, but otherwise no. He’s a good student that just can’t be bothered to do the busy work.

Which parent were they more attached to: He’s not more partial to one or the other, but he seems to vibe with Hitoshi a little more.

What was their favorite toy: A stuffed cow Hiro once found at an American toy store. It’s been handled pretty roughly in life, but is treasured.

Did they cry a lot as a baby: Akihito was an absolute wailer when he was an infant. But that changed when Hiro began to teach him baby sign language so they could communicate better. Still. Akihito cried over everything as a little one.

Movie they watched over and over: The Cat Returns!

What was their favorite subject in school: English classes, mostly because Hiro taught him English early on, so it was a very easy for Akihito to get a good grade with little effort.

Were they social growing up or quiet: Quiet as a young child, but had a major shift just before high school. Hiro isn’t sure what it was, but he suspects Hitoshi had something to do with it.

Which parent do they take after: Hitoshi in looks, and a little bit more towards Hiro when it comes to personality. It depends a lot from day to day.

What do they grow up to be: Akihito grows up to be a hero much like Hitoshi, behind the scenes and under a lot of secrecy.

Three random headcanons: Akihito’s quirk is the ability to become an almost perfect copy of someone else, allowing him to mimic their voice, appearance, even mannerisms. It’s not perfect. Someone who looks closely enough will notice the details that are off, but to most it’s perfect. — Akihito is allergic to pomegranate, but really doesn’t care. He loves pomegranate. — He once got caught raising a pigeon in his closet. He named it Snuggles.

Likes and dislike: Enjoys animals, dancing, fashion, and American action movies. He dislikes pineapples, parrots, cloudy days, and satin fabric

Do they get along with their parents: Certainly! There were of course rough times in his teen years, but overall, Akihito loves his dads even when they’re being embarrassing

Faceclaim: Homare Arisugawa

[froggychan]

So, I'm allergic to the stuffing of plush toys..... but did I just spent 3 hours cuddling 2 giant plush frogs and 1 giant plush tiger? Yes. Yes, I did. I can't breathe and my skin itches but it was worth it