#anyway i love sophie and i wanted to draw her in a funny outfit so. alien.

[honeydots]

happy october! :D last year i did a halloween costume doodle-a-day, but i never posted them. i don't know if i'll post them every day THIS year either, but i'd like to do a few! so for day 1: sophie <3

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i’m so happy ur on tumblr now!! i love between the lines so much, could you write a blurb or one shot about mgg and a younger co-star, but like very spicy if possible 🙃, idk i just love that scenario🥵.

i was literally about to write "omg i love this concept too!" and then i was like “well no fucking shit, sophi.” lol. YES i can 10/10 write you a one-shot with a similar scenario! also thank you for your kind words that was the first fic i ever wrote so it’s very near and dear to my heart!

summary: reader goes to a holiday party with her co-stars and best friend, Matthew... but all the fun happens in the dressing room.

content warnings: this one is quite dirty but i’m also proud of it lol. unprotected penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), degradation, use of the term “little girl,” creampie, age gap. dirty talk?

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.7k

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"no."

"what do you mean, 'no’?” Matthew laughs, looking between me and the mirror.

"I look like the Ghost of Christmas Past." I lift up the soft white tulle of the dress, watching it float back down to settle over my skin. he's got his eyebrows raised and there's a smirk on his lips like he's holding back a laugh. I resist the urge to reach around and hit him.

"would you rather wear that?" he points to the punch-stained gown that's now laying pathetically over the back of the vanity chair. I genuinely ponder the idea for a moment.

"honestly, the crime scene vibes might work well with the theme of our show."

"seriously, it's not bad, Y/N!" he insists, drawing my attention back to the mirror.

"you're just saying that because you're the one who spilled on me and you don't want people making fun of how clumsy you are." I cross my arms over my chest. he gives me a dubious expression in our reflection on the wall.

"do I seem like I care about that?" he challenges.

"I--" the truth is that no, Matthew is not the type. Matthew is the kind of person to flounder in front of anyone and proceed to crack a joke about himself. he's humble. but I kind of like when we talk like this, our back and forth.

after a year of working together on the same show, he and I have grown incredibly close. I'm friends with all my co-stars, but he and I just have the natural friendship chemistry that makes me want to spend all my time with him. when we're not on set, we're hanging out on his couch or ordering dinner or driving out of town to check out wacky sites around California. we just have fun. pure, clean, honest fun.

of course, in my dreams it isn't pure or honest. frankly, there's a lot of sordid scandal to what goes on in my head when he accidentally touches my arm or brushes his fingers over mine. the amount of times I have gone to cast parties trying to work up the nerve to kiss him are embarrassing. he's older and more experienced and, obviously, he has no interest in me.

but that doesn't matter.

the only reason I'm standing in a dressing room alone with him is because he knew someone on the crew who could hook me up with a replacement for the night. he left while I slipped out of the old one and came back in only after knocking and checking, like, twice to make sure I was decent. he's so respectful that it's almost like he's afraid of making me think the wrong thing-- which makes me feel absolutely stupid for my almost schoolgirl crush.

"come on, you look great. let's go enjoy the party."

"was this a dress one of the victims was wearing?" I ask with a laugh.

"probably. not like we carry a lot of gowns on set." he grabs my hand, makes my heart leap into my throat. he only does it to urge me along, but it still feels intimate as I follow him out of the room, tossing one more evaluative glance at myself in the mirror. I seem terrified.

we continue to do our rounds at the party, Matthew filling my glass of eggnog even though I hate it. I wince and take a sip while we talk to some of our co-stars.

"what's wrong with you?" Shemar chuckles at my expression.

"lost a bet."

"with whom?" he glances between Matthew and me, knowing damn well already from the mischievous grin on the former's face.

"I told you not to take it." Matthew says over the rim of his glass.

"if you mention it one more time, I'm gonna throw up eggnog all over your outfit." I threaten him, but we're both smiling. Shemar frowns.

"what was the bet?"

"you know David-- the guy I was telling you about?" I reply quickly, determined to give my side of the story. Shemar nods; I told him last week when David oh-so-chivalrously danced up on me at a club and asked me out. usually in those situations, guys just want a one-night stand, so I was impressed and agreed. "anyway, Matthew said if it turned out that he was a weirdo, he would get to pick my drinks for the next week whenever we go out."

"your drinks? that's specific."

"she's so picky!" Matthew teases me.

"leave me alone, you dick!" I elbow him and he dodges just in time.

"tell him why he was a weirdo." he grins. the glare I give could kill. but Shemar is waiting expectantly for me to share the information, so I sigh and set my jaw before telling the truth.

"he collects antique dental tools."

"what?" Shemar laughs disbelievingly. I throw my hands up.

"I don't fucking know. we went back to his apartment and he showed me his whole collection."

"you're attracted to weird people, Y/N." Matthew says. I raise my eyebrows and almost say something that dooms me. I hold my tongue, however, and turn back to Shemar with a reserved smile.

"anyway, how are you?"

...

the cast holiday party is actually pretty fun. I tend to leave these functions early in favor of my couch and some ice cream, but something about the bright colors and the smell of wintergreen in the air makes me want to linger in the studio.

I stuff myself with sugar cookies and Matthew mercifully lets me switch from eggnog to Sprite. normally, I'd drink at such an occasion, but I'm a messy drunk and this is one of my first real jobs as an actress. I don't want to even come close to jeopardizing that by breaking some expensive equipment or something.

my throat gets a little sore from all the talking I do-- Paget and I spend about half an hour horribly belting out Christmas carols at the baby grand piano they brought in. they originally had someone hired to play it, but the guy disappeared about an hour ago.

by the time it hits around ten pm, my limbs are tired. I thought people would be leaving (a lot of them have families), but the party is still very much raging when I start to wind down. maybe it's because I'm sober.

"hey." Matthew sidles up next to me as I sit at the piano bench with a slice of lime in my mouth. I like to suck the juice out of them; sour things are my favorite.

"hi." I pluck the fruit out and drop it back into my soda. he sits next to me, his cologne filling my senses with the kind of sensual warmth that it shouldn't be making me feel. he always smells so good.

"ladylike." he gestures to the movement.

"is that why you call me 'princess?'" I smirk, half-joking.

"once-- I called you that once!" he defends. it's not a lie. he used the nickname when he was mocking me for my somewhat selective food preferences. it was sarcastic, but I wish it wasn't. something about the way he said it in the moment made me blush.

"is there a reason you've come to grate my nerves?" I raise an eyebrow and he turns away from me as he bites back a smile. I pout. "what?"

"you're talking like a Jane Austen novel."

"what's wrong with Jane Austen?" I defend, skin heating up. his proximity is doing things to me that it shouldn't.

"nothing," he glances at me before moving his gaze to the ivory keys. "do you play?"

"elementary level, sure." I giggle. he runs his fingers over them, never pressing down hard enough to release a sound. I'm entranced by the delicate nature of his actions, the veins and the curve of his fingertips, the sheer width of his hand. I think about it too much for it to be healthy.

"show me." it's a direct order, one that doesn't feel directive but still ends with me placing both hands on the piano and wracking my brain for something to play. I decide on a piece that Paget and I were doing earlier, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

I've never been quite good at piano, and the nearness of his body is like an anvil on my fingers, but I play anyway. and it feels good. his eyes are on me, drawn to my tracings over the instrument as they press and lift and glide.

"sing." I tell him.

"no!" he protests. I don't stop playing, only now getting into the thick of the tune.

"oh, come on. just the chorus..." I plead, turning my head to beg. "please?"

I bat my lashes playfully, fully intending it as a joke, but Matthew softens a bit. for a fraction of a second, I think he looks at my mouth. he turns his head back to the piano and lets out a quiet "here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore..."

"there you go!" I egg him on, and he starts to get more into it. his voice is absolutely off-key; he's no singer, and somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

Matthew has always been this flawless, intimidating figure in my mind. even when we first met, I was certain that he was hiding something because everything else about him is so... perfect. he's funny, sweet, genuinely kind, handsomer than hell. it didn't make sense. but knowing that he can't carry a tune makes me feel a bit better. it humanizes his beauty.

while he sings, I can't help looking at him. his side profile is even more enchanting; the curve of his features meeting a smooth elegance in his jaw and cheek, especially when his mouth is open. he catches me smiling at him and returns it with his own gleeful face, now totally fine with singing like a fool in front of everyone. nobody is even really looking at us-- they're several drinks in and lost in their own universe of drunken laughter.

there's something kind of magical about that, I think. we're sober. when the song draws to a close, I lift my fingers off the keys and into my lap.

"you're quite the Pavarotti." I joke.

"the who?" he furrows his brow with a smile.

"he's a famous opera singer."

"oh," he laughs, "thanks, Mozart."

I twist my face up as I hide my smile. this is also part of the reason I could never tell Matthew how I feel; we just fit together too well. he almost always gets my references and I understand his, even though there's an age gap between us. he's an old soul with a youthful heart.

"how's your night going?" I ask him softly, changing the subject. he sets his hands on his lap, absent-mindedly toying with his fingers. it's not a nervous tendency at all. he does it whenever we're on set.

"as of right now? pretty damn good." he replies with a smile. I get warm again at the implication. he doesn't mean it like that, but god, do I wish he did.

"very smooth." I compliment appreciatively.

"how about you?"

"it was kind of boring, but then this rando sat next to me and started singing Christmas songs and it got a little better." I say flatly, grabbing my glass off the top of the piano and running my fingertip over the rim. he drops his head in a giggle.

"you're something else."

"insult?" I clarify.

"definitely a compliment."

"I like compliments."

"well, I wasn't lying before. you look really beautiful in that dress."

"the murder dress?" I glance down at it to hide the absolute wideness of my eyes at his words. he's completely flustering me and I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. he said I look beautiful. not "pretty," not "great"-- beautiful.

"yes, the murder dress." he gets a little pink in his cheeks, and that makes me want to explode on the spot.

"well, say goodbye to it because I'm gonna go change back into my plebeian clothes," I stand from the piano bench. "it's past my bedtime."

Matthew looks up at me with an unreadable expression and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. I hate leaving him. "do you wanna come with me? like-- walk with me?"

"sure." he nods, stands, and follows behind. I can feel his presence like a delightful reminder of the emotions surging in my stomach. we wind through the crowd of party-goers until we end up back in the dressing room, away from the party. it's quiet.

Matthew walks in with me, carrying our drinks in his hand, and he's about to stroll back out so I can change when I touch his arm. the door shuts automatically behind him.

"wait," I swallow quickly. "can you unzip me?"

"oh." Matthew looks at me, then at the glasses in his arms, then at the vanity. he sets them down and comes back quickly, his frame behind me while his fingertips locate the little piece at the top of my gown. my breath hitches in my throat when he brushes over my spine by accident, one nail dragging accidentally against my skin as the fabric slowly gives way. I don't know if he hears it-- it's nearly imperceptible-- but he definitely hesitates once he reaches the place where my back starts to curve into my ass. he pauses, doesn't breathe until he reaches the end of the zipper.

"there you go." he mutters. his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and he clears his throat as he steps away. I know he's going to back out. he's going to back out of the room and wait for me to slip into nothing and I know, somehow, that he's going to be thinking about how I look in here with my clothes off. he's going to wish he stayed.

and I'm going to wish he'd done more than stayed.

before I can lose my nerve and allow the moment to be swallowed up by practicality, I shrug the straps of the dress down my shoulders and let gravity take over. it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I can sense him behind me; he's silent for a moment.

"Matthew." I say, the name sitting on my tongue like a sugar cube. perfectly formed, slowly dissolving.

"y-yeah?" he stutters for the first time since I've met him.

"are you looking at my ass right now?" I ask, still turned around. the way he's frozen in place tells me that I'm right.

"yeah." he admits.

"you can touch it, if you want." I murmur softly. part of me doesn't think this is real, the way each sentence leaves my throat like it's been pre-planned. truly, I don't understand how my brain is moving so quickly.

"are you... sure?" he's hesitant, but even I can taste the longing.

"yes."

his hand smooths over my butt, softly at first like he's still not believing his own eyes, before moving back to grab it. he squeezes the flesh, and a low exhale from him tells me that he's excited.

"do you want more?" my voice barely carries. my head is almost foggy from how good it is to have his grip on my body, even in such a simple way. I can feel myself getting wet.

"how much more?" his lips brush over my shoulder and I get goosebumps. my mouth opens and closes for a moment, searching for the right words.

"however much you want."

it's flint and steel, the way he sparks. the air literally leaves my lungs when Matthew grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. my lips part as I peer up at him, at the lust that now darkens those hazel eyes and the way he holds mine. his touch is certain. he pulls our bodies together, tilts my chin up to kiss me.

it's passionate, strong, the kind of kiss that causes me to lean back a bit just to receive the full force of his desire. but I return the affection easily, moaning into his mouth. I've never been held the way that Matthew holds me. like I'm made of sugar glass, like he wants desperately to feel the soft give of my skin and make a home of me.

the heat between our bodies is almost overwhelming, and I sigh when he subtly pushes our hips together. his erection is against my stomach.

"fuck." I mutter when I pull away for air. Matthew doesn't stop his perfect movements, though, tugging my earlobe between his teeth and starting to leave love bites up my skin and over my shoulder. he chuckles against my throat. I shiver.

"you alright, little girl?" he asks.

"just--" I let out a moan at the sensation of his fingers exploring my bare waist. he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. "just surprised."

"about?" he slides the straps down my shoulders and looks me in the eye. the lack of physical contact makes me whine.

"that you want me."

"how is that surprising?" he smiles, using one index finger to guide me to look at him.

"you don't seem like it."

Matthew raises his eyebrows as if I'm a crazy person. truly dumbstruck. "what?"

"you-- well, I don't know." I frown, but Matthew takes my hand and moves it over his torso until my palm is resting over the considerable bulge in his pants.

"is this enough proof?"

I struggle for words, sputtering. "yeah-- yeah, it is."

he bucks into my hand a little and I bite my lip, eyes moving up to meet his. something passes between us that I don't fully understand, but feel in my bones. I have never, in my life, wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Matthew to fuck me right now. my jaw clenches.

"I need you." I tell him like this is the most relevant piece of information that will ever pass between us. he smirks.

"yeah?"

"mhmm."

"then lean against the wall and let me give you what you deserve." he orders. for a second, I try to think through what he means. then I look behind me at the open space and back up, him following me closely. his hands move up to cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples as he kisses my lips. the coolness against my back causes me to gasp, and he swallows the sound with his tongue before moving down my body.

he's torturously slow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while he shrugs off his suit jacket. he switches to my other peak, one hand splayed over my stomach, and then proceeds southward with his lips. his kisses are delicate, open-mouthed, as they find their way to the waistband of my panties.

he hooks his fingers in them and looks up at me.

"can I eat you out, baby?" he asks. I bite my lip.

"please." like a beg.

"oh, you're polite tonight." he smirks, tugging the garment down my legs and discarding it somewhere in the room. I don't respond, and he doesn't seem to need me to, because he pushes one leg up for better access to my pussy. "let's see if it lasts."

my back curves off of the wall involuntarily when he holds the flat of his tongue against my clit suddenly, trying to roll my hips against his face. my fingers tangle in his hair, one leg resting over his shoulder.

he starts to flick at my clit. I lose grasp of my own language.

"Matthew, that feels so good, I--"

he attaches himself to my bundle of nerves, seemingly turned on by the sounds I'm making for him. he groans as he laps at the wetness between my legs, dipping into my folds and sucking the soul out of me. I whine and use his curls as leverage to gain more friction. he peers up at me.

"needy little girl." he mumbles against my pussy. I shove him back into me.

"make me cum, then." I beg. I can practically feel the devilish smirk on his face as he devours me like he'll never get enough. every twist and lick of his tongue is sending me to new places. I'm panting, chest heaving, while I grab my own tits and buck into his mouth.

he moans. my orgasm hits me like a wave, causing me to nearly thrash with pleasure as I cry out.

"Matthew, keep going, fuck yes!" I feel tears prick the back of my eyes, the culmination almost too much to bear as we hold contact. he stares into my fucking soul as he eats me out, and I want to stay like this forever. it's hard to support myself with my legs going weak, but I love it. the sensations are otherworldly. it's only when I'm about to collapse that I push his face away from me.

"I love your pussy." he tells me, licking his lips as he sets my legs down. I grin and let my head fall back against the wall.

"thanks."

"come here, princess." he takes hold of my hips and guides me over to the mirror, turning me so that he's standing behind my frame. the pet name causes me to smile.

"what?" I reference our reflection. he stares at me, reaching around to squeeze my tits.

"I wanna fuck you in the mirror." such a vulgar thing, said so beautifully. he kisses my cheek. "if that's okay with you."

"I don't care what position we do as long as you're fucking me." I breathe honestly. he chuckles and draws me towards him so his clothed boner is against my ass. I reach behind and work the button on his pants. he undoes the ones on his shirt. we're silent, him watching my naked body move like he's trying to memorize every detail.

when he's finally stripped, he lets me stroke his cock for a couple moments before pushing my upper back forward so I'm holding onto the sides of the mirror. I see him biting his lip as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"you ready?" he checks. I nod and he smiles at me once. pushing in, the smile melts into a jaw-dropped haze, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Y/N..."

"it's so big." I try to breathe. he's so deep, I grip the mirror until my knuckles turn white. he's going to snap my body in two with the angle of his cock, filling me easily.

"tight little thing." he grunts as he holds himself inside. I can only watch in shock as I try to adjust to the sheer feeling of him. Matthew runs his hands over my sides, my ass, touching whatever he can. "how's that?"

I start to wiggle my hips and he groans at the feeling of my walls desperately swallowing him up. "Matthew, I need it."

"need what?" he thrusts into me and I have to fight a scream.

"need you."

"fuck... yes." he hisses out, sliding into me. "you're so wet I don't even need to try."

I bite my lip to withhold my sounds and he stares me in the eyes in the mirror as he starts to fuck me harder, building a pace with his hips. he growls a little if he hits certain angles, getting ruthless.

"so many times when I wanted to be inside you, princess..." he trails off. I start to play with my clit with one hand, using the other to stabilize myself with the mirror. the idea turns me on.

"when?"

"whenever you have attitude," he pants. "tonight, in that innocent fucking dress. making me wanna pound you like a little slut."

I make a high-pitched sound at the shudder of pleasure that jolts through my stomach at his words, wanting more. I've never heard him talk this way before.

"Matthew, shit--" I rub myself in circles, caught between watching his face and watching the way his hips slam into mine.

"you're begging to be fucked, you know that?"

"am I?" I smile sweetly in the mirror. we're in our own world, locked in a fantasy that I never want to leave. I can feel him in every corner of my body, sinking beneath my skin. he digs his nails into my ass.

"mhmm." he hums. I can feel the familiar weight in my stomach that indicates how close I'm getting. a knot that screams to be undone by his perfect length. I would do anything for more of this. I can taste everything good in the world on my tongue.

"I'm so close." I whine.

"I can tell," he studies my face in the mirror. "so pretty when you're breaking."

"oh--" I feel my thighs tense and my body pulses, the euphoria almost overwhelming. we move steadily, rhythmically, and he pushes my climax to new levels. "faster." I cry.

Matthew is quick to respond, gripping me closer while he plows into me like he's never going to have my body again. the sound of it is filthy, perfect, a mess. he groans at the sensation of my cunt pulsating around his cock.

"cum for me, princess." he moans, losing himself in the embrace of my core. the foggy stare in his eyes is like drowning in the ocean. I sink below, not caring at all about the consequences of him inside me. fuck working together; I need him. "where should I cum?"

"in me." I groan.

"beg." he commands easily, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could pretend to fight it, to give a little attitude, but I don't want to. I love begging for him.

"fill me up, Matthew. please." each word punctuated by the breathlessness of my voice. he gets even more ferocious with me, beating up my pussy until I'm sure he's going to leave me sore.

"right there, right there," he gasps, hitting the same spot that makes me go cross-eyed. "such a good little slut."

his cum shoots into me, deep and warm and erotically twisted, and I nearly collapse. it feels weird, but so good at the same time. full. he groans out my name and withdraws, quick to grab my shoulders and hold me up as I almost fall. I hadn't realized that most of my body weight was supported purely by his thrusts.

"whoa." he lets out a tired laugh, gentle in his touch. I'm heaving air into my lungs.

"sorry." I apologize, my body unstable.

"are you okay?" he seems genuinely concerned and I nod.

"yeah, I'm fine. just a little overwhelmed."

"here," he scoops me into his arms and brings me over to the old love seat in the dressing room, laying his jacket down before putting me on top of it. "can I get you something?"

"Sprite." I gesture to the glass on the vanity, and he smiles as he goes to get it. I gulp down whatever remains of it. "thanks."

"of course." he keeps glancing at my face and the red marks on my hips where he was clutching me like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."

"what?" I set the cup down. "don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that."

"no, I meant--" he laughs, but then he sees my playful expression and realizes that I'm genuinely alright. I think my legs were asleep.

"you're a saint." I tell him. he frowns and shakes his head bashfully. I'm already getting up and collecting my clothes. "or maybe what we just did prevents you from reaching sainthood. I don't know."

he places his hand on my lower back, kisses my forehead tenderly.

"seriously. you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine," I assure him. "but I would be better with a milkshake."

Matthew breaks into a slow grin, staring at me like I've done something miraculous.

"how are you so perfect?"

[dreme-inc]

Can I please have a part two for my headcanons with Sophie, Tammy, Thomas, Clyde and Token please tell me if it is too much

a/n: She specifically wanted Butters added and mentioned Nichole. As I don't know enough on Tammy and Thomas, I'm writing these two instead. I'm hoping it is alright.

otherwise hello! these characters fit the prompt well, I think, so please do enjoy friend :) SP headcanons are always fun to write and read too.

A L W A Y S I N S T Y L E ⟻

I'll start by noting these guys (and the first ones) are knights. They'll defend you against anyone and anything. :)

⟼ S O P H I E

Befriended you fairly quick. Little Gray often runs into being defined by a single aspect and therefore takes the time to find out your likes and spend time with you.

Found often saying to others, "they're as great a person as they dress."

Believes you wear her clothes well, no matter who you happen to be, and says so. She loves the confidence you have in being who you are, and it pairs nicely with her assured, positive personality. Above it all, she likes you liking who you are, because she likes who you are.

+ If a science fiction, fantasy fan like her, she is absolutely willing and unashamed to match your enthusiasm. Want to attend a con? She already has tickets. ("Two. It could be a date... if you'd like.")

- Dressing up? She's there. If you happen to make clothes or buy them, she'll assist with either and a smile. Is truthfully the most happy simply spending time with you.

⟼ L E O P O L D

"H-hey! I, uh, wanted to say you sure look cute today."

Is admittedly a little shy wearing vintage outside, but happily believes and willingly puts on anything you'd hand him if you'd like. He really does trust you and wants to be a good boyfriend and all.

Once, he wanted to wear the clothes around town, and wanted you to pick. ("What d'you think looks best?") Of course you assist in finding pieces he really liked and he felt special with the attention he got that day. The one to matter the most was yours, naturally.

He wore your hat. It made him happy and his smile sure is contagious. Normally is with you anyway, him smiling makes you smile, and then he smiles and it's a cute cycle you guys have going.

+ An innocent one, so while he likes when you put anything on your lips, he's under the impression he needs to kiss you every time (like you applying balm is a sign you want a kiss from him).

- It's sweet, but you gently explain because you aren't here to take advantage of anyone, while you aren't complaining he doesn't have to kiss you every single time. He understands with an embarrassed blush and a smile... and then says, "well, I'm not complaining either."

⟼ N I C H O L E

Whether it was you or her who moved into town in your universe, she immediately liked you straight away (naming you and Kyle, if you'd like, when she was questioned by the girls). It got even better when you started hanging out.

- The reason it starts depends on your complexion. Because South Park, Cartman is the source and fast to spread rumors if you're complexions match. If not, he does try to sabotage you guys but you've got great friends and prevail. They manage to upset his system with the good rumors they spread.

Likely pays the least amount of attention in a good sort. She's aware what it's like to be different but, "it isn't the only reason why we're together y'know? It's because I like them and they're a cool person. Liking what they wear and why they're different is a part of what makes them cool."

(The above is what she told her father when he needled about you.)

+ If you play a sport or anything really, she cheers the strongest for you, whether it means it's loud because you want the world to see or quiet because you don't draw too much attention to yourself.

⟼ C L Y D E

It's funny because he's so used to the dresses and the lettermans on exes, seeing someone in these vintage suits is different. "In a good way though!" because he isn't very good at saying what he actually wants to say.

+ Likely notices you earlier if you're sporty because what. Someone good-looking who dresses well and plays well? If not, it's all good, it is likely he meets you bar his flirty persona.

He starts off a little playful but it eventually delves into something softer because he's a softie. Got you shoes in your style, of course. It's the reason they took advantage of him, and he shouldn't, but he can't stop himself. Besides...

- The first time you stole his clothes to wear yourself made him very happy. Does kind of wear his heart on his sleeve so he thinks you guys must be in it for the long run.

Possibly won't wear your clothes on his fruition and waits until you want but proudly defends you against anyone saying anything hurtful since he likes showing you off if you're comfortable with it.

⟼ T O K E N

Doesn't immediately buy you anything and definitely wants to buy you anything. He sees you aren't with him because he's rich so he doesn't flaunt it but there are perks to having such a caring boyfriend.

- Whoever you are, he's managed to pull strings on a hobby of yours without money. Do you play video games, want to visit an exclusive restaurant, or listen to music? Maybe he's got the game before it's released, a table when you both arrive, or a meet-and-greet with your favorite artist after the concert.

What you like to do is as major to him as what you like to wear. Speaking of, his style likely changes over time compared to the others in a sense it compliments it after you've been dating a while.

Like Clyde, he'd take you stealing his clothes seriously. One who doesn't enter relationships carelessly, I think, and so it makes him happy because he's very committed to you too of course.

+ He's well-spoken and mature amongst his friends. As such, he notes and tells you compliments you normally wouldn't hear especially in South Park on your lip accessories. He'll notice and like the color of your lipstick with your outfit, the shine of your gloss, or when your lips touch softer after balm when he kisses you.

[gay-otlc]

Keepers Of The Chaos (3)

Summary: Tam, Linh, Dex, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh’s podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing, religion (Jewish Vackers), and Amsterdam (just in case, I know that was stressful for some people).

Word count: 1621

Notes: Most of the episodes are just events stolen from Lynn's roundup, Dex's memes are here

(Read on AO3)

The life of an amateur meme maker on dumbles dot com was a strange one, that was for sure. After finishing xyr favorite show- Ze-Ra: Monaerchs of Powhir- for the third time, Dex had searched for another show to fill the void in xyr soul. Biana recommended this show called "Keepers of the Chaos" and described it to xem. Xe was doubtful at first, but after watching the first episode, xe was hooked.

Xe used to not have many friends at xyr school, so xe did what every neurodivergent queer teen would do- made an account on dumbles dot com. People seemed to like xem- or at least, they liked dizznee-plus's memes and edits of Ze-Ra characters. Even after Dex befriended xyr squish, Fitz, thons sister, Biana, and aer girlfriend, Sophie, xe continued making content on dumbles. Around that time, the Ze-Ra fandom started dying off, and xyr memes started getting fewer note

In a sudden, two am burst of inspiration, Dex made edits of some of xyr favorite characters, like Ref, Akki, and Rose, with their respective pride flags (all of them bi) over them, and captioned it "we must be gay." The post blew up, or at least, what could be considered blowing up in Keeper of the Chaos's tiny fandom, and that was how Dex found xyr calling as an amateur meme/edit maker for KOTC.

History had been repeating itself, with the KOTC fandom starting to die off, until it was revived by an announcement from creator Saturn Nolastname- a season two would be released soon. Frantically, Dex made a meme about season one episode two, with the car salesman meme. Xe edited "chaos keepers" onto the car salesman, "the rarelynoticed" on the car, and "this bad boy can fit so many stripper outfits into it."

That had been... an interesting episode, to say the least. The chaos keepers had been talking about the antagonists of "Sophie and the Dark Duck"- a rebel group called the Rarelynoticed. In the information packet they'd been given, it was confirmed that the Rarelynoticed wore black cloaks and armbands, but no other clothes had been mentioned. Somehow, the chaos keepers came to the conclusion that the Rarelynoticed really wore neon pink leotards and green stripper heels, then drew this idea.

Needless to say, the Tumblr staff did not let them write that into the book. Nor did Lynn, the unofficially chosen leader of the group. Unfortunately for her, this didn't stop the chaos keepers from drawing more of these- or the fandom from making a ton of memes. In addition to the car salesman meme, a post with Drake saying no to "wearing normal fucking villain outfits" and yes to "leotards and stripper heels" gained popularity within the small fandom.

Though nothing could match the absolute shock of seeing the Rarelynoticed stripper outfit for the first time, Dex decided to rewatch the episode anyway- it was funny to see the chaos keepers freak out, and maybe xe could get some good screen captures. The good Saturn Nolastname indulged xem, and xe captured an excellent scene of most of the chaos keepers either laughing or screaming at the Rarelynoticed stripper outfits, with Kimber- one of xyr favorites- sitting on the side, explaining to Juno and Kaitee why Bianca Cracker was bisexual.

Xe went over to dumbles, posted the picture, added an image description, and captioned it "Live photo of me not caring when my friends talk about sex/romance." Xe chuckled to xemself- this really was how it felt to be aroace. Xe tagged it as aromantic and asexual as well, since dumbles added flag colors. Smiling, xe went to go check xyr notifications.

Xyr jaw dropped when xe saw that @lordofthesnuggles- Fitzroy (Dex didn't know thons middle name) Vacker thonself had liked and reblogged all three of xyr memes, even adding compliments in the tags! Xe'd had a bit of a platonic crush on Fitz for... a really long time, but xe always felt too awkward to talk to thon, so it was nice to see that thon appreciated xyr humor.

Feeling energized- and excited to procrastinate on xyr math homework- Dex went to watch the next episode: Dark Duck Is Jewish Now. Being Jewish xemself, this was a really funny episode to xem.

Lynn had been writing a sort of spinoff- it would be called fanfiction, but it was for her own story- about some of the Dark Duck characters celebrating Christmas, and added a throwaway line about Bianca and Finn Cracker celebrating Hanukkah. Then, her fiance, Shai, had taken that idea and run with it, writing a list of ideas about what would happen if the Cracker family was Jewish. Hir friend Sam had jumped on the idea, and soon they had abandoned writing the actual Dark Duck in favor of writing a story about Jewish Dark Duck characters. Some of the other Jewish chaos keepers, like Ref and Cat, helped out.

To be honest, it kind of surprised Dex that no one had made a joke about the Jewish Crackers just being matzah, so xe supposed xe would have to be the first.

Xe posted that observation, quickly getting a like from Fitz- which made xem smile. After a few minutes, Dex posted another meme: Shai and Sam standing in front of a door with a sign that read "elves don't have religion," and them saying "This sign won't stop me, because I can't read!"

It was accurate.

While that episode was great for Jewish representation, and funny, the Banana Noir episode was just plain weird.

It focused less on the Dark Duck than most of the other episodes, and was more about the crazy interactions of the chaos keepers. The episode was named for Banana Noir, who was really Cat Noir, but in a banana suit. Banana Noir was the son of Mellie, who looked like a shark, and Nora, who had platonically married faer. The mothers tried to arrange a marriage between him and Akki, who loved the side characters of the Dark Duck series. However, Akki wanted to marry Amelia. After a lot of shit that basically no one understood, Banana Noir's attempts were thwarted, and Lynn officiated the wedding between Akki and Amelia.

Yeah, Dex had no idea what the fuck was going on either. Xe'd watched an episode of Twins of the Chaos and a youtube video by arsonpog analyzing the Banana Noir chronicles, as it had been dubbed by the chaos keepers, and both expert opinions seemed to agree that Saturn Nolastname and the rest of the writers had probably been on crack when they made that episode.

The next episode made slightly more sense, though it was a low bar. After taking a break from the "official" Dark Duck story, the chaos keepers began collectively writing a Cinderella story about the characters Sophia and Bianca. People weren't allowed to be queer in the official story, but the chaos keepers still wanted to have fun with their obviously gay characters.

Even to the viewers of the show, who only received secondhand information about the Dark Duck characters, knew there was no way any of them, let alone all of them, were allocishet. The exact identities weren't entirely clear- when Dex had made edits of the characters' official art and xyr headcanons for their pride flags, a few people had disagreed- but both the chaos keepers and the fandom knew that despite what Shannon said, Sophia and Bianca were in love, and their Cinderella story should have made it in to the official Dark Duck story.

While excerpts of the Cinderella story were quoted in the show, most of it was left unclear, so Biana had taken it upon aerself to write aer own version of it. Dex was expecting an update later  that day, actually, or maybe the next. Ae wasn't always 100% reliable with aer update schedule. Still, Dex looked forward to when it eventually did come.

After the brief calmness from the Sophianca Cinderella episode, season one episode six, Amsterdam, exploded back into chaos. A few of the chaos keepers decided to discuss a fake scene in the book in which crazy shit went down, with the scene supposedly being located in Amsterdam. It had never been written and was never going to be, but everyone discussed it like it was real. Some of the highlights involved all the Dark Duck girls having swords (and the chaos keepers being gay for them), and a speedboat chase scene through the canals. Fitz had a popular theory that the chaos keepers would actually travel to Amsterdam in order to commemorate this crazy part of their lives. Almost as popular as that was a meme Dex made, with a man labeled "chaos keepers discussing amsterdam" and gesturing feverishly to a wall covered in papers and red string.

Of course, episode seven (Dark Duck Disney) was chaotic too. Everything was chaotic with this group, it was in the title. Shannon announced that the winning Dark Duck story would be adapted into a Disney movie. After past experience with terrible book to movie adaptations, the chaos keepers panicked. They panicked so much that it became major news within their school, which until then, had been largely ignoring the chaos keepers. Once the discussion about the movie settled down, they talked a lot about how in awe they were that their Dark Duck shenanigans were trending within the school.

But of course, none of that compared to the last episode of the season...

Dex changed xyr profile picture to include an ominous pair of teal eyes and sighed.

[desertdollranch]

A Day in the Life of Rebecca Rubin

Good morning and welcome to Rebecca’s world! She’s here today to give you a peek into a day of her life in New York City with her family and friends. She’ll take you with her as she starts her day, goes to school, hangs out at the candy shop, reads magazines with her friend, and spends time with her parents and grandparents at home in the evening.

This glimpse into Rebecca’s day is the newest episode in a series of ongoing posts showing how my character dolls go about a typical day. Check out my tag to see past episodes!

It’s a beautiful spring day in April of 1915, after Rebecca’s tenth birthday and the week-long celebration of Passover. Let’s wake her up and see what she’s doing today.

Rebecca’s day begins when she wakes up in the morning and starts getting ready for school. She shares a bedroom with her two older sisters, Sophie and Sadie, one of two bedrooms in the Rubin family’s small apartment. The bedroom window looks out over the busy streets of New York City. 

Sophie and Sadie are already up and dressed. Oh no! Rebecca almost overslept! She’ll have to hurry to get to school on time!

Getting dressed in 1915 means lots of layers. She wears a chemise, bloomers, and stockings that go over her knees. 

She quickly brushes her hair, ties a big blue hairbow into her curls, and puts on her favorite school outfit. The sky is clear blue and sunny, but there’s still a springtime chill in the air. 

She’s the last one to arrive at the breakfast table. 

Mama saved her some coffee and a few rugelach for breakfast. Rugelach are rolled pastries with sweet fillings. She’ll tuck a few into her lunch box to have later at lunch. Then she puts on her hat and her shawl, grabs her satchel, and hurries out the door. 

Rebecca runs the whole way. She wishes she could still walk to school with Ana. But after her family moved into the tenement home, Ana started attending a school closer to where she lives. 

At least her friend Rose hasn’t gone anywhere. Rebecca waves to her and slides into her seat just in time for class to start. Miss Maloney doesn’t tolerate tardiness!

She sits up straight and listens closely as Miss Maloney gives the class today’s spelling words. Rebecca writes them in her favorite Kewpie notebook. 

But it’s hard to pay attention when Rose is next to her, drawing funny pictures in her notebook! Rebecca has to hold in her giggles so she doesn’t get brought up to the front and made to sit in the corner wearing the dunce cap.

At lunch, Rebecca and Rose sit together outside on their favorite bench. Rebecca trades Rose one rugelach for a sugar cookie that Rose brought.

Rose asks Rebecca if they should meet up at the candy shop after school. She’ll bring a movie magazine that they can look at together. Rebecca says, “yes, of course!” 

As she eats her bagel cheese sandwich and pickle, she remembers Ana’s first day of school last fall, and how Ana said her family only eats bagels when someone dies. Rebecca misses seeing Ana at school every day. 

After school is over, Rebecca heads straight home to ask Mama if she can meet Rose at the candy shop, and hopes that Mama will give her a few pennies to get a treat. 

But Rebecca’s grandmother, Bubbie, calls Rebecca up to her apartment so they can share some tea. Bubbie asks Rebecca about her day at school as she pours tea from the samovar. 

When they’re finished with their tea, Bubbie gives Rebecca some money and tells her to go have fun with Rose, but she must return home before it gets dark.  

Rebecca runs all the way to the candy shop, where Rose is waiting for her.

She’s sharing her money with Rose so they can both get an egg cream.

An egg cream is a bubbly drink with milk and chocolate syrup. It doesn’t have any egg nor any cream, but it sure is good! 

Rose brought a copy of the latest Motion Picture Magazine, and Rebecca brought an older one she borrowed from her sisters. 

The two of them love seeing all the glamorous movie stars all dressed up for the stories they act out. They gush over their beautiful costumes and hairstyles. 

They can’t leave before listening to a few songs on the phonograph! It’s fun to dance along to the music. 

After that, Rose has to go straight home. Rebecca heads out too, but makes one last stop on her way.

She goes to the library and gets a book to share with Ana. 

It’s called Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Ana has been doing so well learning to speak and read English, and so Rebecca thinks she’s ready to read this book. She’ll give it to Ana the next time they see each other. 

Mama has dinner ready by the time Rebecca gets back. She feels a little sheepish that she wasn’t around to help Mama make it, but Mama is used to Rebecca being lost in her own dreams. 

After dinner, she sits by the fireplace in the parlor with Grandpa as she works on crocheting more doilies. She sold all she had last fall, to raise money to bring Uncle Jacob, Aunt Fanya, Ana, Michael, and Josef to America. She’s slowly replacing them all to add to her trousseau for one day when she gets married. Grandpa shares funny stories he reads in the newspaper, and they laugh together at them. 

Grandpa has made it very clear he doesn’t approve of a young lady having a career in acting, and so Rebecca hasn’t told him yet that that’s her dream. Someday, though, she will tell him, and she knows he’ll still love her anyway. 

The warmth from the fire feels so nice, and makes Rebecca start to feel sleepy. 

Before she gets dressed and gets into bed, she arranges her Russian nesting dolls and has them act out the events of the day. The little girl doll tells the grandfather doll, “I want to be a moving picture actress one day!”. The grandpa doll says, “Well, if my granddaughter wants to be in the pictures, maybe they aren’t so bad after all! A respectable girl like her would only strive for the very best.”

These were Mama’s dolls that she brought from Russia. Rebecca treasures them and is always careful to look after them. Someday, maybe, she’ll pass them on to her own daughter, who will tell them all her secrets.

Rebecca gets dressed into her nightgown and gets into bed, just as Sadie and Sophie come in to the room and get ready for bed too. 

Sweet dreams, Rebecca! 

[nerdsandthelike]

So when I got @onaperduamedee‘s prompt for her Leverage Secret Santa, one of the requests was for the Redemption team in disco outfits, which was definitely a drawing prompt (and given the context of her blog, she may have meant Star Trek: Discovery). And anyway, I got VERY carried away by my Lord of the Rings AU

but it was a very funny idea to me, so please enjoy this tiny, contextless snippet featuring the team Doing Shenanigans. Now also on Ao3.

“So… please remind me again how this is supposed to make us look inconspicuous?” Breanna asked, tugging at the pink polyester bodysuit she was wearing. 

“It’s disco night at the club,” Sophie explained calmly. “Wearing your usual hacker chic would stand out much more.” 

“Okay, but the roller skates?” Breanna protested. 

“It’s what all the bargirls will be wearing,” Parker said, skating by as she did a terrifyingly perfect turn to keep facing Breanna while skating backwards. She was wearing a halter crop top and matching bell-bottoms in an almost equally eye-offending shade of orange. 

“C’mon,” Hardison said. He was in the van for this particular excursion, so he wasn’t wearing anything brightly colored or likely to melt at high heat. “You know how the lesbians love a roller derby girl. Now’s your chance to tap into that!”

Breanna waved her hands in frustration. “That whole fantasy is about girls who can crush you with their thighs! My thighs are not going to crush anybody! That’s not my game! I am all about the precision!” She wiggled her fingers. 

“I am… not sure I want to know what’s going on here,” Harry said, walking into the room. He was wearing high waisted yellow pants and a plunging floral shirt. 

“I can’t roller skate!” Breanna admitted. 

“You didn’t teach her?” Parker asked, sailing perfectly past Hardison. 

“I taught her hacking!” Hardison protested. “Isn’t that better?”

“Not for this job,” Eliot said from under his beaded headband. His shirt was alarmingly mauve tucked into bell bottom jeans. 

“How come they don’t have to wear skates?” Breanna asked. “Or an amount of polyester that used up half a dinosaur.”

“I really do not think you understand fabrics if you think there is anything natural about this,” Harry said, plucking at his shirt with all the disdain of someone who owned a seersucker suit. 

“Because they’re not bargirls,” Parker said. “And guests don’t have to wear roller skates. Also, it’d make the drug deal difficult. Fighting in skates sounds hard.”

Eliot shrugged. “Fairbanks in ‘07.”

Harry just stared at him. 

“Man, fuck the patriarchy,” Breanna muttered under her breath. 

“No,” Sophie corrected gently. “We use the patriarchy. And then they go fuck themselves.”

“And yet you’re still in a gorgeous suit,” Breanna said. 

Sophie smiled down at her belted wide-legged trousers and matching red jacket. “Well, my darling, I am the director.”

[stilydinski]

Anime Pretty Boys™️: A List

So basically no one asked but all of a sudden I felt the need to make a top 10 ranking list of some Pretty Boys in animes I could think of so why not share with the weebs.

To clarify: When I say Pretty Boys I mean pretty and not hot in general ! There are so so many more attractive characters out there but this is a list of guys that just look so incredibly beautiful it makes me want to bawl my eyes out. While I ofc would sell my organs for tons of anime boys, these are just the ones that make me go "mmhhhmm pretti" before thinking they're hot or whatever. I hope this makes sense aha ha.

10. Chisaki (My Hero Academia)

Those of you who haven’t seen the show might be asking yourselves what’s up with that mask but let’s just ignore it (masks are a thing everywhere now anyways right? man’s just staying safe ssjsj). Basically when I first saw this man I was speechless because wow his face is so ?? intense and pretty at the same time. The hair is casually messy, the eyes boring into your soul and the ear piercings are just hot. Also his style??? hot damn?? i mean the jacket he always wears looks so mf expensive and the suits like Yes Sir fuck me UP but at the same time he is so intimidatingly pretty that I wouldn’t mind joining the bad guys here. However because of the high hotness factor he’s lower in the list might be the dangerous aura who knows

9. Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)

Basically this man has more elegance than anyone could ever obtain. The way he always wears this fur thing on his shoulders just as a statement and never gets it dirty or loses it? an icon. Everything from the hair to let’s call it the “make up” to the outfit is just on point and you won’t ever catch the man slipping. This is the only character ever that could make me disregard the fact that he’s technically a dog demon and over 500 years old and just let him step on me.

8. Daisuke (Fugou Keiji: Balance:UNLIMITED)

I don’t think I need to say much here. First time I saw this man I was legit already on my knees without knowing a single thing about him. Some of you might say he’s more hot than straight up pretty but I beg to disagree because he is genuinely one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Now I do agree that in comparison he certainly can be considered more hot which is why he’s a little lower on the list however you can’t tell me that his face wasn’t shaped by God personally.

7. Usui (Kaichou wa Maid-sama!)

ON GOD if this man asked me to marry him I would not hesitate for a single second. Effortlessly pretty, the flavor is immaculate, never tasted anything like this before. Not only is he the perfect man but his face is so insanely pretty. Now Usui’s more of a casual beautiful because his face doesn’t necessarily have something outstandingly special but as a whole there is just not a single flaw.

6. Victor (Yuri!!! On Ice)

Now, you can’t tell me the hair doesn’t hit different. The man literally looks like a Greek God like that’s just a FACT we all know that, he knows that, Yuri knows that, the other Yuri knows that. Man's literally chosen to do the most elegant sport looking LIKE THAT as if he wouldn’t completely change figure skating forever. His face is so pleasing to look at because he just has this angelic aura around him that makes you think he came down from heaven personally to raise the bar for us all.

5. Yato (Noragami)

Let me just say what we are all thinking: EYES. I can’t think of anyone with prettier eyes and that’s for a good reason. Yato’s not a God for nothing, the godly looks are very evident even if he’s a little bruised up in the gif. His face is perfect, the hair looks elegant and yeah the eyes are just mesmerizing. Homeboy might be spotting a track suit at all times but damn he can wear it while living his Immortal Pretty Boy Life.

4. Guren (Owari no Seraph)

This one’s a funny one because let me tell you I know absolutely nothing about this man. I have not seen the anime and I barely know his name but I saw this man a few weeks ago and when I tell you I almost started crying I mean it. It’s hilarious how this man could be the biggest asshole who murdered my family and I’d still think he’s insanely beautiful. Now I sadly can’t get into this as deep as with this others because I have zero knowledge about him but the fact that he was the third person I thought of when making this list even if I don’t know him should say enough for now. Face is 10/10, he’s living that pretty boy lifestyle doing whatever it is that he does but god does he look graceful while doing it.

3. Shoto (My Hero Academia)

Now THIS. This is interesting because can you BELIEVE that this incredibly handsome boy does not even KNOW how pretty he is? Looking like that he would be allowed to have such a huge ego but he isn’t aware of the facts??? The two colored hair and eyes are both iconic and groundbreaking. His face just screams pretty boy in every possible way and on god i would do anything for him to realize that. Everyone in Class 1A knows how beautiful he is except him?? I could write you a three pages essay on how beautiful he is and that would just be the outer appearance without getting into his great personality. I would be ready to declare my love for him on 10 pages in four different languages but let’s not get into that now.

2. Akaashi (Haikyuu)

I honestly don’t even know how to start this. Akaashi is one of a kind. I lie awake at night thinking about the fact that he is so insanely beautiful and I wonder what the creators were thinking. Imagine you wanna create a volleyball anime and while drawing someone who is not even on the main team you come up with this? What kind of process goes through your head?? How could you publish a character like this knowing no other character you ever draw will ever live up to his pretty face? I wouldn’t know how to act. Looking at Akaashi is the most pleasing thing and the fact that he is not only crazy pretty but also has the best personality just sends me over the edge. No one’s doing it like him. This man can have my credit card, my house, my family and my liver, he can take it all and I would still worship him like the God he is, thank you.

1. Howl (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Ladies and gentlemen, may I announce the prettiest Pretty Boy of all time. This wouldn’t be a list of Pretty Boys without Howl. The man literally invented being pretty and god is he dramatic about it. Most of us probably count him to our childhood crushes. Remember when he said “I don’t see a point in living if I’m not beautiful” because he accidently dyed his hair black? I have never seen anyone this dramatic but of course his ego is big with a face like that I mean if I looked like THAT I would act up too. I would drop everything for this man and that’s on Sophie leaving behind her life to live in his castle yeah i know she didn’t do it for him back then but lbr i would. Anyways Howl literally said I support the ugly community but it ain’t me and it’s true, if you look up Pretty in a dictionary his picture will show up. I honestly don’t know what else to tell you because Howl leaves me speechless on a regular but that’s fine.

This marks the end of my list, please let me know if I forgot someone. If you made it this far with reading this mess thank you for keeping up with my amazed ass, i’ll go cry over how beautiful everyone on this list is now. I will probably regret the rankings in a week from now so don't mind them too much

[ericsonclan]

An Unfortunate Splotch

Summary: Sophie and Renata have one of their usual evening hangouts when something unfortunate happens.

Read on A03:

“Oh, you have a Sandshrew figurine?’ Renata asked Sophie who was busy putting away some of her art supplies.

Sophie looked over at her best friend before walking over to stand beside her. “Yeah, I’ve always loved Sandshrew ever since I was a kid. I always thought it looked so cute and cool whenever it attacked.” Sophie held the figurine in her hand with a fond smile. “Sometimes when I was younger, I would pretend to be a Sandshrew and wrap my arms around my legs and just roll on the floor,”

Renata burst out laughing at the story. Sophie tried to defend herself but quickly devolved into a fit of giggles as well.

“Don’t you have a Pokemon figurine in your room too?” Sophie placed her figurine back with care.

“Yeah, of Kecleon, although it’s missing one of its arms from an unfortunate playtime gone wrong,” Renata took a step back, preparing to tell her wild tale. “You see it all started when I was ten years old and-” She was suddenly cut off when the sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house.

“The pizza!” Sophie ran towards her bedroom door, booking it down the hallway. Her footsteps could be heard as they stomped their way down, desperate to get the pizza even a moment faster.

Renata gave a small chuckle. Sophie sure loves her food.

Renata looked around her friend’s room, hoping to find something to entertain herself for the few short minutes she would be gone. Her eyes searched around when she noticed a few photo frames on Sophie’s desk.

There was one on the far right that had her and her two siblings. Tenn stood in the middle making a heart symbol with his hands while Sophie and Minnnie stood on opposite sides of him, each forming a half of a heart. The photo had captured Sophie’s face mid-laugh while Minnie had her usual gentle smile on her face. Renata’s own smile grew when she looked at the picture. She really did love Minnie’s smile.

To the left of the picture frame was another one where Sophie’s bright smile shone through, her arm thrown around Minnie’s shoulder who seemed to be laughing about something her twin had just said. Renata’s eyes wandered some more before landing on the art supplies Sophie had tried to put away in time. A half-done sketch of Prisha laid on the table.

Renata moved away from the desk, bouncing around as she waited for Sophie. She sure is taking a long time for pizza. She stopped in her tracks when she noticed a collection on one of the walls covered with art. Sophie had told her about this before. ‘It’s my most prized possession: all the art that Tenn and Minnie have drawn for me over the years!’ Renata remembered Sophie’s proud warm smile when she told her about it.

Renata was about to take a closer look at one of the drawings when the door creaked open. There in the doorway was Sophie who carried two pizza boxes in her arms. Under both of her arms were the drinks for the two of them. Her toes on her right foot were wrapped around the doorknob, making it obvious to Renata how she had succeeded in carrying everything and opening the door.

“Hey, sowwy, I wanted to grab the dwinks,” Sophie’s words were slightly muffled by the paper plates that she held in her mouth. Renata ran over and grabbed the pizza from Sophie who thanked her before closing the door again. Renata slid on the floor with her socks, landing in the middle of the room and placing down their meal while Sophie walked over and placed down a Fanta where she was planning to sit.

“Here you go,” Sophie pulled the other drink from under her arm and handed it over to Renata. It was Jamaica soda, the brand which Renata swore was the best she had ever tasted. Renata plopped down in her spot, taking a long swig before looking into the pizza boxes.

They had decided to go for their usual order: one large pepperoni pizza and one medium pizza: half cheese and half whatever weird combination that the two had come up with. The one they had landed on today was pineapple and anchovies. Renata snatched up the bizarre pizza and took a large bite from it. “Mmm, this is so delicious,”

Sophie looked suspicious at her friend’s declaration but took a slice anyway in the off chance that it was truly delicious.

“It’s so-” Renata’s next sentence was interrupted by the look on Sophie’s face. It twisted in disgust after she had taken a huge bite.

“Disgusting,” Sophie gave a sad sigh, tossing the piece back and then walking over to her desk, opening up a drawer. “Add it to our list of busts.” Sophie scratched off the idea from their pizza list.

“Every pizza is a learning experience,” Renata leaned on her arms and looked back at Sophie.

“Very true,” Sophie slid over to her spot and sat down. “Now let’s get to the good stuff!” Sophie pushed aside the first pizza box and moved to the second one where piping hot delicious pepperoni pizza awaited. Sophie’s eyes lit up when she saw the pizza. She grabbed up a slice and demolished it in seconds.

Renata chuckled as she snatched up a slice, looking over at Sophie. “Isn’t it dangerous to wear white while eating pizza?” She had a mischievous smile on her lips.

Sophie looked up at her for a moment then down at her outfit. She had gone with one of her more playful, artsy shirts, one she made with tie dye. All the different shades of blue, green and red danced colorfully on the shirt. She had also decided to wear white pants today for some reason.

“Ehh,” Sophie shrugged, stuffing another slice in her mouth. “I like to live dangerously when it comes to food,”

The two continued to talk about random topics while they ate their pizza. It became abundantly clear that eating pizza while talking was a dangerous task since not once but twice Renata had spit up her drink or dropped some of her food at one of Sophie’s jokes.

“Well,” Renata brushed her hands together, knocking away any remaining crumbs off her hands, “I believe you know what time it is,” A serious expression took over her face.

Sophie glanced over, locking eyes with Renata, her own face growing serious as well. “You better watch out, Renata,” A playful smile appeared on Sophie’s lips. “I feel like luck is on my side today,”

“Ha!” Renata jumped up to her feet and walked over to Sophie’s bed which had a deck of Spongebob cards on it. “Go fish doesn’t require luck,” Renata tossed over the cards which Sophie caught with ease. “It takes skill!”

Sophie quickly took out the cards, shuffling them a few times before dealing seven cards to both herself and Renata. The two remained quiet for a few seconds while they checked their hand to see if there were any matches. Renata let out a happy cry, dramatically putting aside a pair of cards. Sophie gave a confident smirk when she also had a match. Refilling their hands, they started the game.

“Do you have… any sevens,” Sophie’s eyes shot up to study Renata’s who had a mischievous smile on her face.

“Go fish!”

Sophie gave a sad sigh, drawing a card from the pile. Renata took a few seconds before starting her turn. Her eyes focused on Sophie, trying to get her to crack and reveal what cards were in her hand.

“Do you have any...” Renata took a sip from her drink, “Nines?”

Sophie grumbled, causing Renata’s smile to grow when she took the nine from Sophie.

“See, skills,” Renata showed off her two pairs with pride.

“Just you watch,” Sophie looked closely at her cards, “Do you have any twos?”

Renata reluctantly gave her card over and just like that they were tied again. The match continued on similarly until it was the final few cards.

Renata hid behind her cards before asking the question that would lose or win her the game. “Do you have any kings?” Sophie’s annoyed groan made Renata jump up. “Yes!” Renata pumped her fist before strolling over to Sophie’s desk, pulling out another piece of paper. Adding a line to her side of the paper, she looked back at her best friend with a cocky smile. “Looks like we’re all tied up again,”

“Ha! Not for long!” Sophie pointed her finger towards Renata. “I’m gonna beat you in the next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Renata placed her hands on her hips. Sophie and her stared at each other with competitive expressions when suddenly Sophie’s changed.

“Oh, I need to save a slice for later,” Sophie ran over to the box, picking up a pepperoni slice and her paper plate before placing it on her bed for safekeeping. “Alright,” Sophie played with her cap for a second, “Let’s go.”

The game wasn’t much different from the first one. Each time one of them got a match they would boast to the other only for moments later to feel the same boastfulness on them when the other got a match. It was a close game once again.

This time the question that would win or lose the game belonged to Sophie. Her eyes looked over her card at her best friend who was swaying back and forth with impatience. “Do you have any queens?”

Renata’s face remained blank for a second. “Besides Minnie? Yes, in fact, here she is,” Renata flicked the card towards Sophie who fumbled around to try and catch it only for it to fall to the floor. Renata fell on her back, sighing in defeat.

Sophie gave a hearty chuckle, putting down a point for herself and continuing to laugh all the way over to her bed. She turned sharply on her heel and looked at Renata who was lazily sprawled out on the floor. “Guess that means I’m the champion,” Sophie gave a smug look before sitting down, immediately realizing her mistake when she did so. An awkward splotching sound emitted from her bed. She had landed directly on her slice of pizza. “Noooo!’ Sophie cried out at her fatal mistake.

Renata’s face lit up at her best friend’s blunder. She pointed at Sophie, bursting out laughing, so much so that she had to clutch her sides from how hard she was cackling.

“It’s not funny,” Sophie crossed her arms while glaring at Renata. “I really liked these pants,”

Suddenly the door slammed open. Minnie stood there with a concerned expression on her face.“Sophie! Are you okay?”

Sophie jumped to her feet and clutched her butt, hoping to hide the embarrassing stain. “Minnie, don’t look at me right now!” Sophie’s voice squeaked at the end. She looked at Minnie for a few seconds before a plan formulated in her mind. “I need your pants!”

“What?” Minnie moved further into the room, a confused look covering her face. “Why?”

“No reason, but I need them! Please, just give me your pants!”

Renata leaped up to her feet at the suggestion. “Yeah, take off your pants!”

Minnie’s face took on a blush at the implication her girlfriend had jumped to.

“Renata!” Sophie hissed “No!”

Renata looked back at her friend with a smug look. “Yessss.”

“Why do you need my pants, Sophie? You have more than one pair of pants.”

Minnie’s suggestion made Sophie think about her options and realize how dumb she had been. She sighed in defeat before walking past her sister towards her dresser to get some new jeans. Minnie’s eyes widened when she saw the red stain on Sophie’s pants. “Oh wait, Sophie, did you-”

“What? No!” Sophie waved her hand that held her new jeans. “This is pizza sauce. I sat on a slice of pizza.”

Renata started to giggle again. A small playful smile appeared on Minnie’s face at the news. “How’d that happen?”

“I-” Sophie paused. “I’m going to get changed,” She opened the door and walked into one of the bathrooms to change. Rushing down the stairs, Sophie slipped on the staircase while she struggled to get the white pants to the washer in time before they were completely ruined. After she had set the washer to the right setting she ran back up the stairs, returning in time to overhear Renata telling the tale of what had happened.

“So, that’s how Sophie got a pizza butt!”

“Gee, thanks Renata,” Sophie sat down from across the couple with a sigh.

“Hey, so my gig fell through tonight. If you want you could invite Marlon over and we could all watch a movie?” Minnie suggested with Renata wrapped in her arms.

“Shit, sorry your gig fell through,” Sophie gave a sympathetic look. “But yeah, I’d love that,” Sophie bounced up to her feet, running over to her phone to send a quick text. Marlon immediately responded, sounding excited for a movie night. A happy smile appeared on Sophie's face when she turned to face the others. “He says he’s down for it!”

“Whoo!” Renata lifted her arms above her head. “Movie night and cuddles! There’s nothing better,”

Minnie smiled down at her girlfriend before looking over at her sister who seemed just as excited for movie night. It was sure to be fun.

[doctormelapples]

all the a s k s

Here you go homie:

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?More milk, get them slightly soggy cinnamon toast crunch 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?One of my favorite feelings tbh 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?Receipts,,,,,, I doggy ear them from the bottom 4: how do you take your coffee/tea?Tea, STRONG, Maybe with a lil honey 5: are you self-conscious of your smile?I cover my face with my hand when I laugh, if that is the connection 6: do you keep plants?A goal of mine is to keep plants 7: do you name your plants?I totally would, I named everything 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?Photography??, Writing? 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?I do all the time. Apparently I hum when I work, but I don’t often notice 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?Um side? Idk I just asked the only person who has seen me sleeping in the last three months, she said I can’t make up my mind 11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?SharkBecks,, #rip, Crab walk,, In this Denny’s tonight,,,, whipping in response to an attack on your person 12: what’s your favorite planet?Uranus 13: what’s something that made you smile today?I went to coffee with my ride or die and that was fun 14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?The walls would be brick for sure, wood floors, shit ton of rugs, plants everywhere, we stole the plants from cafes, small windows, maybe circular, you know that nasty looking gross pale blue fridge, looking nasty and old, that one, and we found a bright red couch on the side of the road, it’s perfect, string lights, and the occasional lamp, old fashioned lightbulbs, warm light, yellow and orange lights, a mix of framed and not framed posters, bean bag chairs for parties, Cupboard space, only used for mugs, paintings and art, and photographs, polaroids, all over the fridge, cupboards with pins and magnets, probably some salt crystals, salt lamps, some rose quartz stuff, candles everywhere. It’s a study apartment, so all we have are two really big beds in the middle of the beds, THROW PILLOWS EVERYWHERE, too many pillows,, polaroids hanging from string lights on the ceiling, BOOKS EVERYWHERE, stacks everywhere, corners= books, top of the fridge=books, vanity made of several different old mirrors, hanging cubbies for our shoes, we share all the time anyway, no floor space, fashion racks for all of our clothes, we mix, cuz we always share clothes anyway 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!Did you know Venus is the hottest planet, not mercury, even tho it’s closest to the sun? Also NASA is fake and nothing is real? 16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?Lasagna 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?PINK BLONDE WITH DARK ROOTS, AND PINK 18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.Something I did? Welcccs, I said welcccs In the gc once,,, never lived down, Pronunciation: Whelc-k-kz I also said pipin’ ass tea, so 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?Lot’s 20: what’s your favorite eye color?Green 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.I have a bag, that I got recently, it’s black leather looking, and I have a white puffball on it, and I love her, Victoire, is her name. 22: are you a morning person?YEET NOPE 23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?Sit and contemplate the fact that literally nothing is real and nothing matters. Or go to the park with my friends 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?No, tbh 25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?I broke into a closet once 26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?My grey hightop converse 27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?Sour Apple 28: sunrise or sunset?Sunrise 29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?Anytime @thumper-darling sits in a comfy chair she immediately snuggles up with the arm of the chair for a hot mo 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?Yes, shall I tell the story?? Send me an ask and I’ll tell it 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.I love socks, I like weird socks. Sleeping with socks on is of the devil. No fuck off, I have this pair that is a strawberry, one sock is the right side, and one is the other half, and I love them, I also have lime ones like that, and I have lots of different, polka dotted ones that I can wear as mix and matched 32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.I went on an adventure to a city a lil out of the way, and it was like exactly 2:54, I have it on a video, and it was lit, we walked around the city, at 3 in the morning, and got passed by 4 different police cars, we made up a plan to tell them who we were, but neither of us really think straight ever, so it was a damn mess. 33: what’s your fave pastry?I love a good strudel 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?I got my fav stuffy on my seventh birthday, sophie, a white dog that glowed if you pressed her hand, My mom snuck up to my attic room that I shred with my sister, and handed it to me, It felt like it was exactly midnight, but it was probably only like 10, and she glowed and I love her. She sits in my closet and watches over me now. She stopped glowing a few years after I got her. Her lights died, after so many battery replacements 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?I love them, so much, but I don’t have many. I would use them all the time, if I had more. 36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?I got my rose scented candle going, I got my main lights off, and I’m listening to my drunk friend breathe over the phone while she reads probably It by Stephen King, let’s go with,,, alt-J, does he count? Or Wild Party? The 1975?? IDK 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?I think better in messy, but I do like clean 38: tell us about your pet peeves!Do I have pet peeves? People telling other people that I’m “in a mood”, touching my stuff without asking, someone making offhand comments about something without explaining themselves, DONT TOUCH MY HAIR 39: what color do you wear the most?Pink? Black? Pales, neutrals essentially. 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?I don’t actually really wear jewelry 41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!Coffee Chaos, it’s a blessing. I actually have two, to be realistic. Espresso Milano has the aesthetic, the vibe, but Coffee Chaos’ coffee is just better, so 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?I watched stars with some of my photography classmates, the other day, we were shooting on location, and it was Night™ 44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?I don’t know her!!!!! WAIT JK I had a dream about Taehyung the other day, idk man it was pretty damn serene, can you believe that tae is the most beautiful man in the world 45: do you trust your instincts a lot?Always, if my vibes don’t jive w u hecks off 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.The only puns that currently reside in my soul rn are in Korean… wolwol…. How bout: I’m going to bed,,, Mind if I Slytherin 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?FUCKING COTTAGE CHEESE 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?My mom being mad at me,, debatably. 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?I love Record Storesssss,,, a happy place, tbh 50: what’s an odd thing you collect?I used to collect bottle cap tops, like izze tops, Snapple tops, etc. I’m tryna collects pins/buttons now tho 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?I associate tipsy by J-Kwon with @thumper-darling 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?I dig some snazzy The Floor is me me z, nothing but respect for my president, right in front of my salad, the ditty.its, he protecc he attacc, etc there were some good memez this year 53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?I’ve only seen heathers out of all of these and it was the play, it was pretty hecking good. 54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?My aunt at my cousins funeral. 55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?Honestly whom knows, once I painted my hand bright green, but for no reason so there’s your answer 56: what are some things you find endearing in people?I like it when people smile while reading, 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?Lit,, get lit, if you don’t dramatically reenact the lyrics did you even listen to bohemian Rhapsody? 58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?@thumper-darling is the wine mom, and the vodka aunt. She’s an alcoholic. Rip 59: what’s your favorite myth?One of my faves 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?I do, but I don’t often retain names,,,, rip, one of the first ones I memorized was the jabberwocky by lewis Carroll 61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?I gave a mcdonalds happy meal toy away once as a gift, and once I got a whole ass gum wrapper legitimately 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?Love me some juice. I favor Apple Juice, but no o n e else in the house drinks apple juice so all we ever have is orange juice. 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?Stacks, my music, yes, but theses books really be out here, overflowing from my shelves, so we got stacks, and any organization they had is now gone. 64: what color is the sky where you are right now?The sky is dark rn, cuz it’s night, but during the day this week it’s white and grey cuz it’s Rainy Week™ in Michigan rn. 65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?I can list a good few people. My old classmates, from my old school. That would be nice 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?My most ideal flower crown would have flown pink stained roses, vines with thorns, small white and pink flowers, be really extra in the center like a crown. 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?Serene, content 68: what’s winter like where you live?Slushy, sometimes we get lots of snow, sometimes its lacking, 69: what are your favorite board games?I love clue, I got a doctor who version for xmas last year, best gift in years ngl. I also love risk; world domination, and a new fav: Truth Bombs™ Created by Daniel Howell and Phillip Lester available anywhere they sell games, for example: B&N where you can pick up The Amazing Book is Not On Fire at the same time, and while you’re at it, check out Dan and Phil Go Outside. 70: have you ever used a ouija board?FUCK OUTTA HERE FUCK OYOU MEAN FUCJBOI NO 71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?I dig some good ol’ Bengal spice, I dig strong spicy tea 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?I mean, yes, but do I write shit down? The answer is no 73: what are some of your worst habits?Picking at my nails, making internal commentary on Everything around me @ a l l t I m m e s 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.They really out here, at all times. They tend to be the loudest of the group, and they honestly bring the party. Story telling skills level master, You can’t beat them, They’re just so good at telling an entertaining story, even if it isn’t entertaining. Sometimes doesn’t have good days, and that’s okay. 75: tell us about your pets!I have two dogs, Maddie, and Arenal,, Maddie is a boxer lab mix, and she’s allergic to like literally everything 100% ,,, except cats. Arenal is a white blonde golden retriever and he’s the laziest mf I’ve ever met 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?A literal Photography assignment, idk why I procrastinate on these, I love doing them. 77: pink or yellow lemonade?Pink! 78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?HATECLUB FUK U 79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?My promposal last year was pretty dang cute, rip that tho. 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?I didn’t get to chose, they’re kinda a milky white, I don’t mind it to much, its not bad 81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.doe eyes, at their finest, and that’s what I got 82: are/were you good in school?Not really, like I’m pretty average tbh 83: what’s some of your favorite album art?I really loved Young The Giants “Home of the Strange” CRUISR’s album art is all pretty aesthetic, Anti was good, I liked “Bleak” by Froth, “Cult of Personality” by Varsity, and like tons others 84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?Yeah! I want to get a lineart tattoo of a swing set, with wildflowers growing specifically yellow and red flowers with light blue ink for the swings, I want to get something to do with Scorpio, and I also want an vertical ellipses in my inner elbow 85: do you read comics? what are your faves?Not really, But I have read Archie comics my whole life, Betty n Veronica, I looked at the new Riverdale ones, it’s pretty okay. You can’t really beat the go comics tho. and I own some snazzy local artists comics, those are my faves 86: do you like concept albums? which ones?I guess so,, I don’t really go out of my way to recognize it tho. I like Hospice by The Antlers, Of course Lemonade, does channel orange count? Idk, I had to look up a list of concept albums to say which ones I liked. 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?Breakfast Club, Men in Black, Star Wars, Harry Potter, (all) the og Wizard of Oz, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Hocus Pocus, ET, LOTR, um and more for sure, but idk right off the top of my head 88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?I suppose there, are but I couldn’t tell you the name 89: are you close to your parents?I’d say I’m like relatively close to my mother, but not so much my dad 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.Just one? It’s either Chicago or Stratford, let’s go w Stratford, Ontario, okay. There is a lot stuff going on in the summer over in stratford, they have the Stratford Shakespeare festival and the theatres in the area are beautiful as shit. I haven’t been there while it’s not going on, but I gather it’s a very touristy sorta town. They have ups and downs in streets, it’s not big enough to get lost, but you can still lose yourself in the different shops and cafes. 91: where do you plan on traveling this year?The year is almost over, but it would be nice to visit my family who live hours + hours away. I want to go down to the capital and go to my favorite shops in the city I used to live. 92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?I’m lactose intolerant 93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?Probably a half up pony tail 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?My friend Jalee, her birthday was the 21st and she is exactly 3 weeks and 3 days older than me. 95: what are your plans for this weekend?I have a halloween party I might go to, or else I’ll be at my dad’s house this weekend. 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?I procrastinate a lot,,, I have pressed the damn remind me later button so often,,, 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?Oh shit I can’t remember my Myer briggs, maybe I should take the test again,,,, okay hold on…. Okay: ENTP-T Scorpio, Slytherin, 98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?Maybe this summer? I love hiking, It’s one of my favorite things to do 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.Suburbia by Troye Sivan, Growing Old on Bleeker Street by AJR, Trapdoor by twenty one pilots, Body Gold by Oh Wonder, Sea by BTS, Art Exhibit by Young the Giant, Titus was Born by Young the Giant, actually that whole album Home of the Strange by Young the Giant. 100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?5 Years into the future, I never wanna go back. Unless I could change events, in which case I’d go back.