#i buy my own cereals which get eaten by the same fucking guy who uses everyone's shit and doesn't wash it (economics student. ofc.)

[miamicommune]

always going 2 be doomed to being the financially worst off and lowest energy person in a flat whilst also having to buy everything for that flat and do most of the cleaning

[queencryo]

Journal 3

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Journal 3

So! After typing up the last blog post, it was like… 6 am, or some shit like that. And so I finally went to sleep, very very very tired.

Silly and I had planned for me to have the buffalo chicken dip ready before she got home form work, but I… fucked that up, and slept until like 630 pm. She didn’t seem to be upset by it, but I kind of was so. Anyway!

I started on the dip, and she came home, I welcomed her (I love welcoming her home. It makes me look forward to being here long-term). Dip didn’t get started in the crockpot until like 730, 8 (I had to heat freezer chicken so it was cuttable and not frozen, I used the stove) (normally I use regular raw chicken, but I got nervous while shopping with silly’s mom so I like. Just got freezer chicken.) It turned out pretty well actually! The freezer chicken tasted very good on its own, and I’m just now realizing that after a couple days in the fridge the chicken starts breaking down in the dip anyway (I didn’t realize this until silly pointed it out, cuz I’m a [not stupid, but I don’t pay very much attention to things around me])

On that note, me and silly have started, like. Trying to be mean to ourselves less. It started cuz she. Is very mean to herself, but I then realized I still am too, so we’re! trying to do that less. It’s neat I guess. I like it. Kindness is good.

Don’t remember what was eaten for dinner that night. Something? Went upstairs to watch something while the dip cooked.

The dip was good! Silly says it was good, and that makes me very very happy. I added like. A good amount of buffalo sauce after it was done cooking, cuz it still needed some more kick. Ya know? Some  kick? (I’m typing this on my laptop so I’m like. Kind of zoning out while I’m typing it. Dw about it)

Around then I realized that silly might have problems eating that as a meal bc chips are carbs are sugar, so… bleh. Still, *I’ll* eat it as meals, nyeh. I think I’ll ocntinue using raw chicken for the dip at home, it’s nice to have the leftovers from it to put into spaghetti. Chicken spaghetti.

That night I resolved to just not sleep and stay up and eat breakfast with silly before she went to work, because that seemed very fun and nice ya know? Watched a lot of adventure time, I think I’m up to like. Season 5 now (the long one)

But… around an hour before she was scheduled to wake p I was like “oh well I mean it’ll be fine if I just… sleep for an hour and wake up with her…”

Long story short I slept until about 530 pm, and was startled to wake to an empty bed. Apparently I sleepily said I loved her before she left, though, so I guess that’s not a total loss.

So! Later that night, silly comes home all excited, and like. “Hey we should buy an xbox one”

And you know I am nothing if not someone who is willing to make very expensive decisions for like no reason. So long story short we go to gamestop, and make a delightful purchase of Halo: master chief collection, two controllers, Mass Effect: Andromeda, and NO t-shirts that say gamer girl >>>:(

Ate a place in town that is apparently The Local Wing Place. I got. Mild wings, which honestly were barely even hot. I guess I shoulda heeded the menu bit that said the mild was mostly butter. A fool am I. The fried pickles were spears not slices so they were like! Still good, EXTREMELY hot but still good.

Came home, set up the xbox. Halo requires downloading of all the games (because of course). It’s like. 70 GB, but we reduce this by setting Halo 3 to higher priority and disabling Halo 4.

Playing 3 with silly was very fun. She’s way way better at it than me, mostly bc she is smart and stays back whereas I, dumbo raised on normal difficulty that I am, rush in and die quickly in heroic.

She spent like. An hour and a half or something updating her old xbox account. Her new xbox avatar looks way better, and is extremely cool (like her). She says it feels really nice updating all of that to her new self. I can understand the feeling: ridding the wolrd of another footprint of a you that’s a lie is. Very nice, I think.

So we played more halo! No highlights, I think, but it was really nice. And fun. I’m a girl and I’m gay now and I love jesus, but I still love halo C:

I ALSO brought fable 2 along, and played it while silly slept. Gotdamn I fucking love fable 2. Silly says I’m cute when I’m really excited about something. I was REALLY excited about fable 2. I think this is the first time I’ve ever done a run that’s (hopefully) gonna be mostly strength, and possibly I’m gonna use a hammer, where before I always ALWAYS used a katana. But. I just unlocked third level shock (oo) and a very pretty steel cleaver (ooo), so… ….. hopin’ I’ll be a good bastard.

Next day. Went with silly to work, as it was Friday and Time For The Magic Commander (Commeownder, in the local parlance). I only played commander a little bit, though, before silly called me over “hey do you wanna join the draft so that there are 5 rounds and everyone suffers” (my words not hers), and of course yes, that sounds so fun.

So! What draft is is each table (of I think eight people?) opens a pack of cards for each person there. You pick out the card you want from that pack, and pass it on to the next person. Then pick a card from the new pack, then the next, then so on and on. It was very fun, and I fell kinda quickly into running a Golgari (green and black) deck, which went well for me I think? (Also I just. Like golgari. They’re cool, and not annoying like blue). I had a lot of undergrowth effects, which depended on how many creatures I had in my graveyard. MEANING, that I had a lot of creatures in my deck, and enough land to keep them flowing. So, at one point, I had a, I think, 13/13 or 16/16 (idr) Rhizome lurker (gains +1/1 for each creature in graveyard), so that was… cool? Neat?

I won my first match of the draft, largely due to my opponent offering me a lot of tips cuz I was new (the boyfriend (boyfriend, right? They’re not married?) of the person silly had an encounter with a couple months ago. I think that was before we were dating. But that guy was my first opponent, and it went well?) largely due to his help, I won te first game of the match, then the second game timed out.

Second match was against F, who everyone silly knows apparently has a crush on (I also have a crush on them (they/them)), they were very very sweet and I enjoyed my game with them a lot even though they kicked the love of god out of my ass. But they also like. Told jokes during it, so whatevs. (turns out a deck of flyers will kick a goglari deck with no reach/flying in the ass.) they also helped me edit my deck, so that was very very kind of them, and I very much appreciate it.

Uh… other highlights… uh, I played silly’s ex (they dated for like. I think a month? But still. He’s not nearly as big as silly described him), and apparently hurt his feelings because I am a. very very mean and abrasive person if you take the things I say seriously. I. feel bad about that. And I spent the rest of the night noting to please not take the things I said seriously. I ended the night with 1 win, 1 draw, 3 losses, but that’s? very very much better than I expected, tbh. I guess using a deck I actually had a hand in the creation of helps a lottttt. So that’s cool! Silly said my deck was good, but that as after F edited it, so idk if it counts?

Silly says she’s glad I actually enjoy magic and I’m not just humoring her. I do very much enjoy it! I don’t think I want to get to the level she is at (due to cost, if nothing else), it at the very least will be added to my long list of “things I have or had an interest in, that I have a dabbling or casual knowledge of that is beyond the average person by a degree ranging from slight to significant, but still pales in comparison to the knowledge of an actual practitioner”.  … this list is much much longer than the list of things I actually know things about. ;;

Spent like 30 minutes after the draft talking with silly and two regulars. I was annoying and unkind, and felt very unhappy with myself following. I also had to actually leave the store after it closed, since that’s like. The Rules. Silence and isolation (waiting in the car) are not conducive to recovery from self hatred, so that festered a little bit. I was fine eventually, though. Uh… yeah! Had to make a mark in my calendar.

Tried to stay up and play fable, but ended up falling asleep like 10 minutes after silly (I am a fucking scourge and I fail regularly to sleep at the same time as her. I am a Night Bitch)

Oh, also I was unmedicated for the entirety of the draft night, so that’de, like… that’s why I was so fucking annoying all day. That just kinda happens when I’m off it long enough, I guess.

I don’t remember more from that night, so let’s move on.

Got up w silly the next day, ate cereal, went up to the store. Woo!

Sat down with silly’s ex, some other dude. Started reading the book gf gave me about Learning Magic Good And Shit, it was actually real neat and cool! Apparently that’s what he wanted for Christmas, so it was. Slightly awkward!

I read that for a while, then joined in on a magic game. Players: one of the regulars talked to last night before closing, some girl I’d never seen called E (who was very sweet, I now love her), and some dude I don’t remember at all.

We had two games, I only remember that in the second one I ran Estrid The Masked as commander, and that was a. Long Fucking Game. Partially because I had like 11 enchantments on the board at one point, and kept using Estrid and Oath Of Terezi (planeswalkers do TWO things on a turn). Uh…

Highlights:

I had “every time someone casts a spell, make them pay an extra mana or else you can draw another card”, which I then doubled with Estrid’s invocation (at least until I had too many cards to know what to do with, so I put some enchantments in the graveyard before I ulted with estrid) I ulted Estrid like 2-3 times, lmao At one point between ults, I had “all enchantments are creatures” on the field, and then E played “destroy all creatures that aren’t pirates”, so I. lost. Uh. All my motherfucking creatures, except Estrid (not a creature), and a God (had a mask). And ALL my fucking enchantments. WARB- anyway next turn I ulted estrid again and got them all back. Lmfao. at the end of the game it cost about 14 mana / creature to attack me, it was AMAZING, the guy who made fucktons of tokens couldn’t TOUCH me so anyway. I used sacred mesa, plus like 48 mana (untapping all my enchanted lands is GREAT) to create 24 pegasi, which then became 24 4/4 flying angels (Divine Visitation), which was GREAT holy DAMN

I lost in the end, got milled by regular dude for like. 55 cards in one turn.

I coulda prevented this by exiling the creatures he used to mill me, but I just… didn’t. Ever. :C because I’m a foollllllll I also could’ve prevented this by swinging angels at him at the same time I killed the other player (E left before then, I guess she had work or something), but I just. Didn’t do that, because I was scared something would happen to them? It was an eminently foolish thing to not do, especially since I could make So Fucking Many angels. Always. Jesus I could make so many angels.

Meanwhile, silly was moving a shitton of boxes for the Big Fuckhuge Sale the next day. I felt bad that I couldn’t help, but I couldn’t bc if I got injured I could sue. Fair, I guess, but doesn’t make it easier to just sit on the sidelines. At least I brought ibuprofen from home.

Said quick goodbye to regulars who were chill, and who I played my first couple of games with.

Silly got told to just. Go home when her shift ended yesterday, which was upsetting bc she’d been looking forward to playing magic like. The whole day. Not quite the same, but we did play a few games when we got home. So that was nice C:

I ate dip for dinner, silly ate chicken buffalo. She is so. SO bad at eating all the meat on the bones. She says it’s cuz gristle is gross, but like .it’s. it’s MEAT. Eat the meat. So I ate all the gristle off the end of her wings while she said I was disgusting.

We finished halo 3 last night. I felt like. Stupid and bad because I was bein a failure at it, but god that was like. Soooo stupid. Lmfao. I shouldn’t have done that!

I finally managed to log in to my Microsoft account. Apparently my fucking username was staffgripper36, and I have no goddamned clue why that is my username for that.

But I made an avatar and she’s like. Cool af and she has a sundress so I guess I can’t really complain too much, can I?

We also started ODST! It is Neat, and I really like it thus far. I can’t remember ever seeing that intro cutscene in my life, but I guess that’s cuz I was an impatient 12 year old at the time, lmfao.

Then I played fable 2 til 7 am while silly slept. I. Don’t know why I fucking did that. I did get married, though. To marion the bookshop owner. We live in the corner house of the bowerstone market, just like the one playthrough of fable wherein I remember the name of my wife to this day (Hannah the Traveller) That house is my Home, you got me?

Finally onto today! 2520 words in. If words were feet, this journal entry would be a half-mile.

Alright… it has now been more than a full week since I started this journal entry. I’m back in Texas, and I… feel bad for that. I fear how much has been lost.

So! Next morning, I get up with silly and we go to The Work Place. The Big Fucking Sale is going on. I still wished I could help more, but unfortunately that is… not a possibility…

Wandered around the store for a while. Picked up: 4000 AD, a very old-looking game that seems neat. Mostly bought it cuz it looked old and aged as shit founders of gloomhaven, a game I got cuz it reminded me of marielda Anime Chess, that’s not the real name but silly said she’d been thinking about buying it for like. A While, so I bought it because I hate her an AD&D character sheets book, that still had some old character sheets in it (fuckin score) some VERY old vampire the masquerade stuff, including what I’m guessing is probably the first book that offered playing a hunter rather than a vampire? Also the sourcebook as of like 1992. More is the same than is different, though I guess that’s also cuz I barely know modern world of darkness

Sat around and read the hunter book for like. Basically a couple hours or something? Idk. Talked a little bit with some of the regulars, T and her boyfriend.

Eventually, left and went to the ice cream store across the street, ate Goat Cheese Ice Cream Oh Boy, and started writing this journal.

I wrote school’s motto on the chalkboard there, and later heard someone say “I… don’t know what that means. Should I know what that means?

Was surprised by the entrance of Silly. Goodness me I love her so much.

We then went home and like. Chilled.

She made alfredo/lentil pasta (so she doesn’t die from carbs) and fish. I, meanwhile, attempted to make raspberry cheesecake.

I got kinda stressed by the cheesecake process, cuz I was trying to multitask but still didn’t feel like I was going fast enough. I started doing that dumb anxiety over-done stuff thing that I do sometimes.

I then proceeded to open a very-fizzed dr pepper and just kinda. Break down a lil bit. I managed to keep it together until I had the cheesecake done, at least, I’m kinda proud of myself for that!

But yeah. Then I started crying or something, I don’t fully remember. I remember I accidentally made silly cry because I am an idiot, and also I was feeling bad because I felt helpless and pathetic, and typical consolation doesn’t really help with that. I’m sorry for that, darlin.

Anyway. She’s a really good fucking cook, like she’s better than my mom and dad both. Like not to be the kinda person who overpraises ther significant, but :eyes: !!! who knew that adding spices and not cooking from a box improved things??? @mom

I don’t really remember the rest of the night, nothing interesting I suppose. We probably played halo odst or something, and cuddled.

The cheesecake was… not to my taste, personally. Silly claims to kinda like it, but personally it fell into the “this isn’t really that good at all, why do I keep wantng to eat it”, probably my favorite part was the pre-baked crust.

Yeah! Stuf like that.

We got up the next morning. Busy day!!! The next 3 days, silly had em off and we were gonna make this day fuckin WORK for us

So we went to like. The nearby game store

There was a cat! And also I bought some magic card boosters. No news. Why the fuck was there a shitton of pathfinder corebooks on the Shelf O’ Unloved Games. Rude.

Had a fun conversation at a pet store

The game store near where silly worked had some things. She got halo 5, meaning she had The Complete Collection, not that it matters cuz everything after reach sucks. But anyway. She also got an application for there! So that’s really good, yay! Woo!

The nearby hobby shop was very neat, it had a shitton of gundam stuff, and like. Model trains! Wow! Apparently model rockets don’t fuckin come with the engine or anything.g that seems a little silly to me. Also they had some 3-d printing stations, but they’re apparently out for now. Idk whassup there.

Got some jingle bells at the nearby craft store, or whatever. Ran into a coworker of silly’s. she revealed that she almost named herself Katherine, and would’ve shortened it to Cat, meaning we fucking skated THIS close to me just absolutely refusing to talk to her in that alternate timeline.

Ate at dairy queen bc I had a gift card

THRIFT STORES

I made some very VERY nice discoveries. Oh HO, how delightful… some nice mugs, that I decided not to get on account of I was already transporting 3 of the things back home. But uhhh…. I got some cute skirts I think, basically just some bottoms, from the first store. Learned that my feet are not made for thrift store women’s heels. Sob.

Thrift shop two I found some very VERY nice things, including BASEBALL MOM SHIRT, and also a shirt for a basketball team for the immaculate conception high school, or some shit. I’m so excited to reveal that one. Also some things that were actually women’s tops, that might actually fit me or some shit (spoiler, they will not once I retry them on) (lol)

I uh… THINK after that we went home? And made tacos!!!!!! Holy shit silly makes such good fucking tacos oh my god. Like. I used to hate taco night at home, cuz that meant like. Dry hamburger meat with Taco Seasoning from HEB, in a hard taco shell.

But. I have discovered the truth of mixing a bit of salsa, corn, and beans into the meat, and getting it all moist, and also applying sour cream to the tacos. God they were so good holy fuck. Holy fuck. What a goddess.

We then proceeded to, I think, finish halo odst. What absolute heroines we are. I think we also watched all of otgw. I gushed about, like. The painfully o bvious metaphors and stuff that I knew about, and silly thought I was dumb I’m sure. But she did cry at the end, bc it’s very good and also because I was crying.

Stayed up later than silly did. Cried a little bit before I went to sleep because I. love her so much. Dear fuck I love her.

Ate breakfast the next morning. Returned from showering to find that silly was shooting me with a nerf gun. The fucker. We had a nerf gun fight and I’m PRETTY sure I got the better of her, because I’m very good and also extremely cool. :3 side note but she’s so amazing and I love her so much. NOT tearing up a little bit about how I am so extremely blessed to have met her. Jesus.

But uh. After that it was time to start packing, kind of. There was a not-small amount of crying. And divvying up of stuff, since I like. Did NOT have space for all of my things. Three piles: taking with me, hopefully to have mailed back to me (seriously, I need some of that stuff please. :C ), and Giving to silly because I love her and I love giving her things.

In that last group was: my first fountain pen (idk if that one or the one leye gave me was the first one I owned. But hey. Meh.) (I’m just gonna pronounce that as Ley-yey for the rest of my life. For anyone who’s not me, though, it’s like lye). She used it to write poetry on the piece of paper I used to demonstrate how to use it, and to get the ink going, and stuff. She then folded it up to look like a heart, because she’s the biggest dork on earth and also my favorite person ever to live. She did this while she was, in her words, “picking stuff out of the downstairs laundry baskets”, which is why I walked in on her doig this. The second time a ploy like this was foiled by my walking downstairs. What a loser. And yes I cried a LOT on reading that poetry, because, just… jesus. How could I not. my tentacle skirt. Please take care of it, it’s important! Hopefully I have found suitable replacements for it… probably some other stuff? I don’t fully remember… sorry….

She gave me the shirt for the now-defunct electric company owned by the Shithead dad of her childhood friend. Holy FUCK the perfect gift for me. Wow. I love artifacts!!! (we are both magpies lmao)

Never did find that pair of compression shorts she gave me last time I was down. I hope those turn up sometime, they were super handy.

Uh… so yeah. We packed up. Got most of my stuff sorted out, and figured out an outfit for the next day. I think here was where we watched otgw, actually. But yeah! Uh…

I don’t really remember much more, except hugging each other and crying. And remembering that soon I would be apart from her and feeling a deep, yawning sense of loss. And a longing to graduate so I can join her up north.

I tried to go to sleep with her, but I failed. I ended up closing my eyes for a little while, then stealing the 8.5x11 boarding pass I printed and gave to her (we each got one of the boarding passes, and one of the like. Ticket printed things? Of when I went up there. Even), and wrote her a letter on it with my/her fountain pen. I don’t remember much of what it said, beyond that I loved her in a way I never thought possible.

Went to the airport. Cried a little bit on the way there. Focused more on keeping intact for both of our sakes, since we were going on the Frightening route to the airport. I started to break down as I started getting close, thugh. Cried into her arms a little more as I got out of the car and left her behind for another few months. God,  Ihate it so much.

Writing these journals this far after the fact is bad both because I don’t remember as much, and also because I start missing her all over again. :C:C:C:C:C

But uh… yeah,  Ithink that’s it. Became emotionally dead as I went through the airport. Had to rush to make my first flight. Cuz… wanted to spend as much time as possible with my beautiful girlfriend before we had to go to the accursed birds’ nest. The TSA saw me as a girl. That was cool, but then they patted me down real fuckin thoroughly. Ate a biscuit after getting through. Basically slept through the rest of the thing.

Only started crying again once I got home.

Alright. We’re done here I think. I know I forgot a lot and that *hurts* me, but it’ll be alright. Honk.

These journals will likely get less detailed as time goes on. But as their number is yet small I think it’s okay.

[adscititious-cacoethes]

Petrichor (5/12)

Pairing: Eventual Trevor C./Reader; other background relationships Chapter: 5 of 12 Warnings: Swearing, Geoff being Extra for his own entertainment, Poor Jeremy knowing Nothing, Cuteness, Books, vampires and werewolves and things that go bump in the night (PG-13) Word Counts: Chapter: 5,794  Total: 18,078 A/N: Thanks so much to those of you who have replied to the past couple chapters with such kind words! I super appreciate it!!! (I don’t know how to reply to replies so I’m “replying” here, sorry lol). This chapter talks a bit about djinn. If you’d like to read more, I suggest this website. It covers both some of the more “mythical” stuff as well as the religious roots of djinn, and is (in my opinion)  easier to read than the wikipedia article. Also, tumblr formats stuff weird so I’m sorry if some of the stuff in this chapter doesn’t look as nice as it did in my word doc. Reminder that this has a bunch of supernatural-y stuff, and also that this would not have seen the light of day (pun intended), if it weren’t for @chefgeofframsay. P.S. - Feedback would be cool P. P. S. - sorry if any chapters end kind of weird, this was written as one long thing and then I decided to break it up.  Previous|Next

You woke up to your phone ringing on your nightstand. Groggily, you pulled yourself forward and grabbed at it blindly.

“Hullo?” You asked, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hey, [Y/N], so just to let you know, I opened my curtains to see what the weather was like and there’s two guys in rather interesting outfits standing outside of the store.” It was Blaine – he lived in an apartment across the street from the bookstore, above a nice kelpie florist. You immediately sat bolt upright, scrambling out of the bed and literally flying to the door.

“What do they look like? Do they have guns?” You asked, ripping the door open and flying (literally, using your wings, Trevor had already seen them, after all) down the hall and into the kitchen, where Trevor was scrolling through his phone with one hand and drinking a cup of coffee with the other (later you’d wonder how he got coffee when you didn’t drink any, and he would tell you that he’d brought his own, and you’d make a mental note to buy coffee beans or whatever next time you go to the store). At the sound of your voice, Trevor’s head whipped up, and you put Blaine on speaker.

“Uh, well, they don’t seem to have guns, but they do have really, really shitty fashion sense.” Something crackled a little bit on Blaine’s end, and you could imagine it was him pulling the curtains back again for a second look.

You looked at Trevor, whose eyes were wide until he caught your gaze and he softened into a reassuring smile.

“Hi Blaine, I’m Trevor. Tell me, do either of these men have aviator sunglasses on? And if yes, is he either comically short or have the biggest nose in the world?” Trevor said, setting his coffee down. You could practically hear the confusion that was undoubtedly plastered across Blaine’s face at the new voice. Blaine didn’t know about Trevor. Blaine didn’t know anything at all yet.

“Yes? There’s a short guy and a taller one. Both have brown hair.” Blaine drew it out, like he wasn’t sure, and Trevor sighed and started typing away on his phone. You sighed, shoulders slumping in relief. You guessed that Trevor knew who these men were, and therefore they probably weren’t a danger to you (or Blaine, for that matter).

Trevor sighed again and showed you his phone.

[To: Jeremy 9:15:16 AM] Are you outside of [Y/N]’s place of work right now?

[From: Jeremy 9:15:58 AM] Yeah, why?

[To: Jeremy 9:16:12 AM] You’re a fucking idiot.

“Alright, Blaine, they’re okay. They’re uh, friends? Sort of? I’ll explain when I get in. You can head across the street and let them in the shop in the meantime, so they don’t look like creepy loiterers any longer than they have already.” You said to Blaine, taking your phone off of speaker and bringing it up to your ear. You mouthed shower, be right back at Trevor, who just gave you a thumbs up, and you flew back down the hall and to the bathroom.

“Okay, but you have to explain their fucking outfits to me when you get here, [Y/N], they look so fucking weird.” Blaine said, and you agreed and bid him goodbye.

You took a quick shower, brushed your teeth and dried your hair. You opened the bathroom door, peered out, determined that Trevor wasn’t in sight and therefore wouldn’t see you in your towel (not that you’d mind, your brain supplied) and you darted into your room, texted your mother good morning, picked out clothes for the day and got dressed in record time.

When you walked out of your room again, you register the smell of something cooking, and when you turn the corner, you see that Trevor had found your waffle maker hiding in your cabinets.

“Hey.” You greeted, opening up the can of fish food and feeding Gus.

“Hey there, figured you’d be hungry, this is what I could find that I actually knew how to make. I could’ve done eggs but I didn’t know how you liked them.” Trevor said, smiling at you.

“Thanks, Trevor, but I have cereal, too. You didn’t have to make breakfast or whatever.” You said as you cooed at Gus, waving at the grumpy little fish.

“I uh, I may have eaten your cereal after you went to bed last night. I promise I’ll buy you more!” Trevor rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly with one hand while holding out a plate with a waffle on it with the other, glancing over at you.

You laughed and took the plate, pulling the syrup out of a cabinet and setting both things down at the tiny “kitchen table” you had shoved in a corner.

“Not a problem, dude.” You said, sitting down and cutting into the waffle. Trevor sat down next to you (the only other accessible seat at the table), a fresh cup of coffee in his hands.

“Do you want some? I probably won’t eat it all.” You asked, gesturing to your plate. Trevor smiled and shook his head.

“No thanks, I made a test waffle while you were in the shower and ate it.” He explained before his phone buzzed, drawing his attention away from you.

You weren’t sure if it was influenced by the fact that Trevor made that waffle for you, but you were pretty sure that it was the best waffle you’ve ever had.

By the time you and Trevor made it to the store (“You walk every day?” Trevor had asked, bewildered), it was nearing 10:30. The sign still said ‘closed’, but you could see Blaine cleaning the storefront window. He smiled and waved, pulling a funny face as the two of you approached, which you immediately returned. You were looking down into your purse, fishing for your keys to unlock the door when it swung open from the inside, bell tinkling. Trevor immediately started cackling behind you.

“I swear to god, Trevor, I am going to dropkick you into space if you don’t shut up right now.” A voice that was distinctly Michael’s growled, and you looked up to find him scowling over your head at Trevor.

And man, was he a sight to behold.

Michael was dressed to the nines in a royal blue tuxedo. But what really completed the ensemble was the glitter bomb that seems to have exploded over his head. There was blue glitter covering his tux, in his hair, even his face seemed to have been painted with a glittery blush, his eyes lined with navy liner and a stellar, sparkly blue smoky eye completed the “look”. You hid your smile behind your hand and did your best not to laugh as you passed him and entered the store. Standing just inside the doorway, leaning awkwardly against a shelf, was the man who had hid behind Ryan in the elevator, except for he smelled a lot less like wet dog, had the same ensemble as Michael, with the addition of a pair of aviators perched on his head.

“Hey,” he said, pushing off the shelf and extending a hand, “I’m Jeremy. Don’t think we’ve officially met.”

You shook his hand, “[Y/N], I’d love to know who did your makeup, it’s fabulous.” You said, your mouth curving into a smile before you could stop it.

Jeremy, for his credit, just sighed, “Geoff’s idea. Something about ‘looking like Gus’, and then he cackled, waved his hands around, and muttered some shit under his breath.”

“We’re supposed to be fucking inconspicuous! The asshole is just doing this for his own goddamn entertainment! He fucking made us look like the people version of a fucking fish!” Michael interjected, arms waving as he shut the door behind Trevor. You made your way through the shelves towards the back of the store, where the “check-out counter” (aka a set of low bookcases with a cash register on top and a comfy chair behind it) was located. You set your purse down next to the register as Blaine appeared from behind a shelf, wandering over and gesturing with the rag he was using to dust the window with towards all four of you.

“So, uh, do I get in on this or is it a super-secret?” Blaine asked, leaning sideways against the nearest shelf.

Both Trevor and Michael opened their mouths, but you were faster, “Blaine, it’s a long story, but the short version is I was attacked by some Unseelie jerk on Saturday night and Trevor here –” You gestured to Trevor next to you, “ – along with another guy, Ryan, helped me out, but my dad and Geoff – you know, Ramsey? – think that I’m not out of the woods yet, so I’m being babysat by Geoff’s whole crew for a while, until we figure out why what happened, happened at all. I’m assuming Michael and Jeremy introduced themselves?” You explained, and you could feel everyone staring at you.

“Oh-kay. I think I’ve heard of Ramsey before, through my dad. So are they, like, you know?” Blaine gestured sort of behind him, and then above your head.

“Oh, yeah. Totally. Ramsey’s got vampires, warlocks, demons. The whole nine yards. Works with my dad, too, so he would’ve had to at least have knowledge that we exist. Don’t have to worry about that, dude.” You assured the blond man, who seemed to sag in relief.

“Good. That’s good, otherwise it would’ve been probably not as good. Should I open up the shop for the day, then, boss?” Blaine asked, scratching at his bearded chin.

“Yeah, go for it.” You waved him off, and then directed your attention to the remaining three men. Jeremy’s eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open a bit, mostly in shock, Michael looked like he was about to punch something, and Trevor –

Well, Trevor looked like he was in awe of you, and that couldn’t be right, so you just told yourself that he was shocked, too.

“Don’t worry, Blaine’s a centaur, he gets it.” You told them, trying to calm them down, but it only seemed to make it worse.

“He – he’s a centaur? How? What?” Jeremy asked, whipping around to crane his neck at the retreating form of Blaine, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Centaurs can shape-shift like you can, Jeremy.” Trevor reminded him, patting him on the back in a gesture that felt both sympathetic and sarcastic.

“Forget fucking that, why are you going around telling people these things! You’re painting a fucking target on you back!” Michael nearly roared, face turning red, and when you blinked you could See that his aura was sucking the light from the Edison bulbs above you right out of existence.

“It’s okay,” You held your hands out in a placating gesture, “Blaine is trustworthy. His dad is one of my dad’s best friends. Blaine’s my only employee, and my only friend, besides Mica. I’m not an idiot, Michael. I promise that I’m not going around, blabbing and making your lives more difficult.”

You felt a cool hand grip onto your shoulder, and then Trevor piped up from beside you, “He may be able to help, even, Michael. We don’t know. But if [Y/N] and her father trust him, then we should too.”

Michael took a couple of deep breaths, and you could See his aura ebbing away and back to normal. You glanced over at Jeremy, to see if he was at all affected by Michael’s outburst, but he was still looking at Blaine, who had flipped the sign to open, unlocked the door, and was now on one of the rolling library ladders, dusting off the tops of books. A woody brown aura surrounded him, and the wet dog smell suddenly made a lot more sense.

Michael sighed, shaking his head and wandering off, mumbling something about letting Geoff know under his breath.

Trevor’s grip loosened on your shoulder to just a comforting weight, but he didn’t move away.

The two of you watched Jeremy stare at Blaine for a couple more moments, before Trevor cleared his throat purposely and Jeremy whipped around.

“Oh, shit, I was staring, wasn’t I? Sorry.” Jeremy said, face turning pink.

“It’s alright, Jer.” Trevor said, chuckling. Jeremy rubbed at the back of his neck and looked over at you.

“I, uh, I’m kinda new to all of this.” He said, gesturing vaguely into the air. You smiled, a thought suddenly coming to you.

“Well, I think I can help with that.” You told him, beckoning him to follow you. You were a bit disappointed when moving meant that Trevor’s hand slipped off your shoulder, but to your surprise, he turned with you and followed on your heels, Jeremy close behind.

You led them through the shelves of books, skirting around one of the multiple “lounge nooks” scattered throughout the building, this one a set of two vintage upholstered chairs with a dark-wood end table tucked between them, a lamp perched on top.

“This place sure is a lot bigger than it looks.” Jeremy commented as you passed another library-ladder.

You looked over your shoulder at him, a sly grin gracing your face, “My father once helped out a warlock who was being wrongly accused of murder. He was super thankful, asked if there was anything he could do. I had just bought this property to start the store. He enchanted it to be bigger, and he created the door to upstairs. Well, I mean, he hid the door to upstairs.” You led them down the short hallway that housed the bathrooms, and at the end of the hall was a staircase.

“Here,” You pointed at the staircase, “If you aren’t Normal, it’s a staircase, right? If you are, it’s an emergency exit. And, best part, is that when they ‘open’ the door, they actually get dumped outside. It’s hysterical, really, I’ve seen it happen before.” You explained, leading the way up the stairs. You and Trevor paused on the top landing, but after a moment of confusion, you looked down to see that Jeremy was reaching his hand through the doorway, sticking his foot in and out of it to touch the bottom step with the toe of his shoes.

“You okay there?” You asked, and Jeremy nearly lost his balance.

“Yeah, sorry, just…” He trailed off and started climbing up the stairs.

“I get it, Blaine didn’t believe me at first, either.” You told him, gesturing to the room behind you, “Welcome to where the real magic is. Pun intended.”

To be fair, you had stuck to your hardcore vintage library aesthetic on the upper floors of the store, but the fact that the shelves were labeled things like “Vampires” and “Kitsune” were the first clear giveaway. The fact that traditional lighting was swapped out with actual, floating balls of light was another.

“Wow,” Jeremy uttered, staring up at a one of the floating spheres, “what are these?”

“Fae stuff, from home. If you touch it, it’ll follow you around.” You told him, and Jeremy immediately started trying to find one that was hanging low enough for him to reach.

While he did that and Trevor looked on with amusement, you started flitting around the room, looking around and pulling specific books off the shelves. You went up to the third floor for a moment, grasping books and adding them to the wobbling pile in your arms before bringing them back to Trevor and Jeremy. Trevor immediately moved to you and took some of the books out of your arms, but Jeremy seemed to have not even noticed that you’d been gone at all, still hopping up and down, trying to reach the lights. You and Trevor set down the piles of books – probably about a dozen or so in total – onto a table, and Trevor called to get Jeremy’s attention.

“I want a light…” Jeremy mumbled, head hanging a little bit as he walked over to the two of you. You smiled at Jeremy, holding up a finger before reaching up into the air, floating up to the nearest orb and grabbing it, pulling it down with you and holding it out to Jeremy. The orb was warm but not blistering, and the light it gave off seemed to consume your fingers when you held it.

“Here you go, Jeremy.” You said as he eagerly took it from your hands. After a moment of inspection, he let it go, and true to your word, it floated up to just above his head and stayed there, moving with him as he ducked and swayed.

“That’s so cool!” Jeremy exclaimed, looking between you and Trevor excitedly. You laughed and looked up at Trevor, who was beaming down at you. There was a moment where you couldn’t look away, Trevor’s toothy smile aimed at you, dark eyes gazing into yours, and then you remembered why you were there, why Trevor was there, and snapped yourself out of it.

“Anyway, I figured you’d might be interested in these, Jeremy.” You started, gathering the man’s attention and picking up the top book on the pile, “These are the books about different species, by members of that species. They’re the most accurate accounts about history, dynamics, characteristics, and all kinds of stuff. I picked out the most ‘common’ species and races, as well as all of the ones that I know you work with. And I grabbed one on werewolves, too, because I’m reaching out on a limb and guessing that you may be having a less-than-typical experience.

“And this one,” You wiggled the book in your hands a little bit, “is about me. Well, fae. And, we do ‘rent’ books like libraries do, so it’s essentially free of charge as long as you return them. And the ones that you want to keep, you can keep.”

Jeremy beamed at you, taking the first book off the top of the stack – titled A Warlock’s Guide to Understanding Warlocks – and immediately flipped it open, running his fingers over the pages.

“This – is super awesome, thank you, [Y/N]. I – can I just like, start reading now? Like, I know a bunch but not enough, it’s weird asking questions and this – this is exactly what I need, I think.” Jeremy gushed, picking up each book and reading the spine. There was one on vampires, werewolves, fae, warlocks, djinn, demons, sirens and other water creatures; you also added a book on nymphs and their variants, as well as books on angels, shifters, animal traits (kitsune, rougarou, centaurs, etc.), and one on ghosts and their variants to round it all out.

Jeremy was going to have a lot of reading to do, but you had a feeling it’d be worth it for him. You heard a little click and saw that Trevor was taking pictures of Jeremy with his phone.

“Geoff’ll love it. Plus, I get blackmail cause he looks like that.” Trevor whispered when you looked at him with confusion. You hid your huffing laughter behind your hand and watched Trevor take more photos.

“Treyco!” You heard a distinctly Michael voice yelling from downstairs, and soon enough, his glittered curls appearing over the edge of the stairs, “Treyco, Geoff wants you back at the penthouse.”

Your heart plummeted into your stomach, and you felt the corners of your mouth pull down. You were quick to school it back into a neutral expression, but Trevor must have noticed, because he patted you on the shoulder and gave you a little, lopsided smile.

“I’ll be back later, I’m sure. You’re in good hands here, [Y/N].” He said, brushing some of your hair off your shoulder and following Michael back downstairs, their heads instantly bowing together. You strained to listen to what they were saying as they descended the stairs, but they were talking too quietly for you to hear. Your mind then drifted off into different territory, trying to figure out what Geoff would need Trevor for – or what it was that Trevor (or any of them) actually did under Geoff’s private investigation/vigilante justice shtick he had going.

“Should we go back downstairs? Can I take these downstairs?” Jeremy asked from behind you, jolting you out of your thoughts. You turned to find him trying to stack the thick books into his arms. Sweeping in, you grabbed a few off the top as they started to tilt towards the floor.

“Uh, yeah, as long as we stay pretty close together, I can just throw up an illusion to make it look like you’re reading something else. No big deal, dude.” You smiled at him, and he nodded, heading towards the stairs with his arms laden with books.

“I’ll be down in just a sec.” You called after him, as an afterthought, your earlier train of thought coming back to you enough to remember that you still weren’t sure what Lindsay’s aura was. You had seen multicolored auras, yeah – lots of different creatures and species had two-tone auras, changelings have three colors – but rainbow was something new. You knew exactly what you were looking for (comes with the territory of stacking the shelves yourself) and quickly put it on top of your stack before hurrying down the stairs. You saw that the orb that had been following Jeremy was bouncing against the doorframe, not quite sure how to account for the slope of the ceiling, so you bopped it out of the way with the back of your free hand, sending it back into the room.

“Hey, [Y/N], when you’re done with that, I have some people asking questions that I don’t know if I know the answer to?” Blaine shouted out to you as soon as he saw you walking back into the main area of the store. He was standing behind the counter, ringing up books while a couple of customers milled around, sort of standing in line. You were fortunate enough that your store did well, you’ve benefited greatly from the ‘support local businesses’ movement, and there wasn’t a designated bookstore on this side of town besides yours. There were discount stores and department stores that had book sections, sure, but Books and More Books sold only books. It didn’t hurt that you also were the only person you know in the area who had Mythical and ‘Supernatural’ books. Jeremy was sitting in a chair nearby, book resting on his lap. A quick glance around and you saw that the rest of the books you had given Jeremy were stacked neatly next to Blaine’s feet behind the register. You gently set the books in your arms on top, turned back to Jeremy and projected a quick illusion on his book so that it looked like he was wearing a very large volume of Twilight, and then faced the people milling about. You could just barely see a sliver of Michael’s shimmering blue suit by the doorway when you craned your head around a shelf.

“So, who is it that needs help, Blaine?” You asked, and he gestured to a middle-aged woman who kept glancing at Jeremy in confusion.

You approached the woman, and thus began a busy late morning and early afternoon. Every once in a while, Jeremy would call you over and ask a question, usually about a word in a different language or a sentence he didn’t understand. A little bit after noon, Michael had left and Jack came by as a replacement, bearing gifts of take-out for lunch for all.

By the time you had a break between customers and customers asking what was up with Jeremy’s sparkling attire and stocking shelves and unpacking new inventory (it was Monday, so the truck with all the new books you’d ordered on it came right after lunchtime), it was nearing three o’clock.

You checked your phone and saw that you had a new message from an unknown number.

[From: Unknown 1:23:54 PM] Hey, it’s Trevor. I got your number from Michael and Gavin. I know you’re working and stuff but I thought I’d shoot you a text so you had my number.

[From: Unknown 1:24:02 PM] You know, in case you needed something or something

You smiled at the set of texts, saved the number in your phone (while you were doing that you saw that Michael and Gavin must’ve added their numbers at some point the night before, under “Cool Guy Jones” and “The Nose” …actually, it was probably just Michael), and sent him a response.

[To: Trevor 2:54:43 PM] Thanks, Trevor! Michael must’ve stolen my phone last night, I only just noticed that their numbers were in my phone :)

You immediately regretted that smiley face emoji, but Trevor seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn’t judge you on your use of emoticons…you hoped.

“Okay, let’s have a seat.” You mumbled to yourself, dropping your phone back into your purse and scooping up your book from earlier. You plopped down in the chair next to Jeremy’s, who seemed to have moved on from A Warlock’s Guide to Understanding Warlocks and now had his nose buried in I’ve got a Djinn in Me: All About Genies and Why We’re Not Just in Lamps Anymore (Or Were to Begin With).

“Hey, Jack?” Jeremy called, and the man in question made his way through the shelves to where the two of you were sat. You could see the top of Blaine’s head as he dusted off books, picking up from where he was this morning.

Jeremy looked around, sniffed the air, and then leaned in close to Jack, “Is this true? Can you really shapeshift into anything?” Jeremy stage-whispered, pointing to his book.

Jack chuckled, “Yeah, Jeremy, just about. I go all Robin Williams on ya, too.” Jeremy’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, man, can you show me later? That’s so cool!” The younger man gushed, and Jack smiled and nodded, giving Jeremy a thumbs up before wandering back to his “post” at the front of the store.

“This is super awesome, [Y/N]. I had no idea about most of this stuff. Like, Jack isn’t immortal but Geoff technically is? I would’ve thought it was the other way around. And I just finished the chapter about how Western mythology fucked up a bunch of shit about djinn and made it seem like Jack and Michael are like, the same but they’re suuuuper different. I wonder if the book about demons is going to talk about that, too. I’m sure there’s two different sides to the story, so to speak. I wonder if Jack and Michael have two different opinions! Should I ask them, or is that rude?” Jeremy rambled a little, almost tripping over his own tongue a couple of times.

“I don’t know much about Jack and Michael on a personality level, but I’d be careful if you ask Jack. Some djinn are really sensitive about that. Demons, from my understanding, don’t really care, and were mostly just ticked off at the time because djinn kept getting credit for their mischief.” You said, and Jeremy hummed in response. You saw him nod in your peripherals, but he still looked a little lost in thought, like he wanted to say something more.

“Got another question, Jeremy?” You asked softly, dividing your attention between him and the index of your book.

“Nah, it’s just…there’s so much to know. I want to know everything, but I feel like my brain doesn’t have enough space for all of it.” He confessed, and you bit back a laugh.

“Trust me, Jeremy. You don’t need to know everything. I’m sure that there’s stuff in some of these books that your friends don’t know about themselves. Or they’ve forgotten. Or both. And you certainly don’t need to be a walking encyclopedia of everything about every species. Geoff flat-out told me when I met him that most of y’all don’t know much about fae and whatever.” You reassured him, reaching out and patting his arm before you could help it.

Jeremy looked over at you, “But you know so much.”

“Please, I don’t know everything. And books are both my hobby and my job. Before I decided to leave my home and join the ‘real world’, so to speak, I was a documentarian and researcher for the Seelie Court. It was my job to find the most accurate and well-documented characteristics and facts and stuff so that the Seelie Court had reliable, decent information about all other races and species, including Normal Humans. We like knowing about others so that we can act appropriately – or inappropriately, if someone’s being a dick.”

Jeremy nodded, and you noticed that he must’ve rubbed his eyes while he was reading, because his blue smoky eye was smeared on one side.

“That makes sense.” He said, and then did a double-take, “Wait, how old are you? Wait, that’s rude, I mean –”

You laughed and cut Jeremy off, “It’s fine, dude. I’m actually really young, especially for someone living outside of a fae community. I’m going to hit my first century in a couple months.” Jeremy’s eyes turned to saucers, and you couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of you at the sight.

“Shit.” He whispered, staring at you, and you just patted his arm again and went back to your book. It was written by your mentor, Ashley, and it was all about the Sight and auras and all that wonderful shit. Since leaving home, it’d been your go-to guide on anything that happened that Ashley either hadn’t taught you about, or, more likely, she had taught you about, but you had forgotten.

“Here’s a fun fact for you,” You started as you finally found the page you were looking for in the index and started flipping to it, “so you know that when people make ‘pentagrams’, it doesn’t usually work, right? That’s because when Westerners started equating djinn and demons, their summoning rituals and symbols got mixed together. The ‘pentagram’ that most Normal cults use, and shows like Supernatural use, it’s a combo between djinn summoning symbols and demon summoning symbols, therefore complete bogus and would never work. Unless, of course, a demon and a djinn had a kid together, but even then, they’d have to get the right percentages; how much of a djinn summoning ritual vs. how much of a demon summoning ritual to use, et cetera.”

“That is fucking nuts. Wow.” Jeremy mumbled, and you chuckled at his amazement at the whole ordeal.

You understood him, to a certain extent. You were only taught the basics of each species in the faery version of ‘school’ – vampires suck blood and are weaker in the sun, werewolves turn at the full moon but with age and experience it becomes a choice rather than a demand, sirens were made famous for singing and living in the ocean but they don’t necessarily have to do either of those things – fundamental stuff like that. It had blown your mind when Ashley suggested that you go into research and you got to read all of the stuff they’d already determined was true and started reading and studying more to figure out what they were exaggerating or lying about. It was like when you learn that the Earth is round for the first time, or that the reason why the moon “illuminates” at night is because it’s reflecting light from the sun. There’s that first moment of oh, huh, that’s cool, and then your brain gives you mental whiplash as it sinks in and you go what the fuck?

From what you’d gathered, however, Jeremy was starting from literal square one. You wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know some of the more “common knowledge” things in the “supernatural” world – not because Geoff and the others wouldn’t explain things to him, but more likely from forgetting that it’s something Jeremy wouldn’t know. It was obvious to you that he was Turned, or if he was a Born werewolf he either had a sheltered childhood or grew up without a pack. You were undoubtedly curious, but you didn’t want to make a man who you’d known for all of 48 hours uncomfortable with probing questions.

You shook yourself out of your train of thought and focused back on your book, beginning to read:

    Chapter 14: Multicolored auras

The term “multicolored auras” applies to any auras that are more than two colors, and significantly smaller number of creatures fall under this category. There are tri-tone and quad-tone auras, the most notable species for each of these are changelings (pink, black, and white) and rakshasa (white, black, brown, and orange). It is important to note that species such as nymphs and sprites do not fall under the multicolored category, for even though the subspecies of these creatures have different colored auras, each subspecies has a single color (or two-tone) aura and therefore does not apply. Creatures such as shifters, which have aura’s resembling the stone tiger’s eye, do fall under the category of “multicolored” in this book, due to the multitude of shades present in the aura. This however, is a historical point of contention within the community of those who possess the Sight, some arguing that it is shades of the same color and therefore not multicolored. That is for each individual Seer to decide, but for the purposes of this book, they have been placed in this chapter.

This chapter will list and explore all species and races that have multicolored auras, from tricolor up to seven-colored auras. There is only one known species that has seven colors in its aura, and that is the rare Valkyrie, whose aura could be compared to a rainbow.

Valkyrie.

Lindsay was a valkyrie? You had never met one before in your life, and now that you had, you couldn’t stop the concern that washed over you. Why would Geoff need a chooser of the slain in his glorified P.I./bodyguard business? You took a deep breath, shutting the book as you inhaled, and tried to reason with yourself. Geoff probably didn’t go out choosing exactly who he wanted and what species and races he needed. Lindsay may have just applied for the job, or she was friends with one of them and brought in. Geoff may have hired her without knowing that she was a valkyrie at all.

Who were you kidding, there was no doubt that Geoff knew exactly what he was doing when hiring Lindsay.

It was a smart decision, after all. You’re much more likely to not die in a fight when you have a valkyrie on your side, regardless of all of the constrains and stipulations the group of women had.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #43

“i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart.”

what do you order on your pizza?   jalapenos if it's from domino's, pepperoni everywhere else. what the kind of soda you drink most often?   mountain dew what do you think of girls sixteen and younger going on birth control?   it could be because of her menstrual cycle, in which case there's nothing wrong with that.  but if you're 16 and having sex, i have a problem with that, not that my opinion should mean much to you.  at least you're using protection, i guess. are you borrowing books from anybody at the moment?   well i still have "arthas: rise of the lich king" from jason, but i think it's pretty clear he won't get it back by now. would you ever want another sibling? older or younger? gender?   having a younger brother would be cool, but i don't want one now.  my parents are divorced and my mom's already gone through menopause. grilled cheese or peanut butter & jelly?   pb&j do you take vitamins?   no ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?   yes, even though it was a lie???  like he had a problem with me, it wasn't the other way around. will you get married?   i want to, but i don't see it happening.  if jason couldn't handle my depression, no one can. did you have a new year’s kiss?   lmao no how would you describe someone that is your type of guy/girl?   i've found more than anything, i like geeky people.  people that are passionate.  guys that will show their feelings.  i like imaginative guys, the ones that are creative and fun-loving. are you still friends with any of your exes? do you still communicate with any of them at all?   if you consider aaron and juan exes, they're both my friends on facebook, but i only ever talk to juan. do you live on your own or with your parents/a roommate? do you think you’d like to live alone?   i live with my mom (though rn i'm living with dad, long story), and no, i physically could not live alone.  depression would destroy me. how often do you typically change your bra?   ha, let's be realistic, it depends on if i'm even wearing a bra, because i'm like... always at home in my pj's.  but let's say i actually do get dressed, again, it depends on how long i'm dressed.  once i'm back home and know i'm not doing anything more, i get back into my pajamas.  other times, but rarely, i'm dressed all day.  but let's just say in the typical situation: i'll change my bra every other day or so, also depending on if i sweat or not. what is the last online purchase you made?   cheshire cat flip-flips and a "i'm just a poe boy, nobody loves me; he's just a poe boy, from a poe family" edgar allan poe shirt, both from hottopic.  ashley gave me a $40 gift card for it. is there anyone you have to see on a daily/weekly basis that you really dislike?   thank god, no. is your hair thick or thin? would you say it’s easy to manage?   anyone who touches my hair will tell you, it's thick AS FUCK.  like, to an annoying degree.  brushing it can be a nightmare just because it's so thick, and FORGET about putting it up in a ponytail.  it's mostly easy to manage just because i don't do anything special to it. have you ever had to deal with any type of long distance relationship, whether it be a romantic relationship or a friendship?   many friendships, but nothing romantic.  as someone who's been around the Internet since what, '06, i've made many friends that i'll never actually meet. do you have a place you go to a lot that you may be considered “a regular” at?   no when growing up, did your family always eat at the dinner table together?   nope. what is the greatest source of happiness in your life?   my memories of jason.  i just miss him so much.  that won't change. could you tolerate being in a relationship with someone who treated you wonderfully, but was sometimes rude and unkind to others?   let's be realistic, EVERYONE is sometimes rude and unkind...?   could you tolerate being in a relationship with someone who was lazy?   yeah, so long that trait doesn't dictate his life.  most people are lazy, anyway. did your parents read bedtime stories to you when you were little?   yeah what is something you know very little about?   politics have any of your worst fears ever come true?   oh, you mean jason leaving?   has anyone in your family gotten pregnant as a teenager?   yeah, my mom. to you, is sex just about physical pleasure, or do you see it as an expression of love and commitment?   it can be both do you change your type of music regularly?   no.  i've been a metalhead since 6th grade. ever met somebody who seem like they hated life?   oh, you mean me?  well... i guess i should correct that.  i don't hate life, i just hate my life. do you value your life?   yes and no.  like, if a bullet was coming at me, i'd move out of the way, but as i just mentioned, i also hate how my life is going. ever been called a low-life?   i think so, 'cuz i am one. do most of your friends have a significant other?   most do, yes.  a few are even married. who has made the biggest sacrifice for you?   my mama. do you think you could handle a day in jail?   maybe, seeing as i've been in a mental hospital four times, and it's comparable as far as permissions and schedules go.  it's the people i'm concerned about. do you believe that your first true love can be your only love in life?  i don't... know.  i'm not the person to ask.  i've only ever loved one man and am convinced i won't love another, sooo... what brings out the worst in you?   mentioning jason.  blaming me for what happened. do you know how many people your best friend has had sex with?   not that i've ever asked, but yes.  she tells me everything. are your boobs real?   yes.  implants have too many risks anyways. would you take your ex-significant other back?   in a fucking heartbeat. have you ever had sex on the beach?   no and i wouldn't want to because sand... everywhere...? have any of your friends died of an overdose?   it's possible.  i had an online friend disappear years ago, and i'm STILL worried about her... how many different colleges have you gone to?   two how much stress can you handle?   none what is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing?   survive without jason do you ever feel like your life is too boring or predictable?   i know damned well it is do you have to take medication for any mental illness?   yes are tongue piercings slutty?   no...? are you embarrassed to buy condoms?   i've never had to, but i don't think i'd be. have you discovered your passion?   yeeeaaars ago... meerkats. (: what’s your favorite cereal?   double chocolate krave do you read reddit? if so, how often and what subreddits do you like?   nah. what’s the weather like today? is it nice enough to go outside?   it's sleeting and snowing.  if it wasn't for the sleet, it'd be gorgeous. have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying?   no how old were you when you first became sexually active?   uh, like 16-17?  still haven't had actual sex tho what's your favorite kind of bread?   pumpernickel have you ever been to a stadium concert?   no.  the alice cooper concert was outdoors. think of the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a bed?   plenty of times. have you done illegal things with your parents nearby?   download music is all. are you taller then 5 foot 7 inches?   nah son. who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?   i texted my mom. why aren’t you with the person you first fell in love with?   he doesn't like me anymore. last time you were told you’re cute?   probably months upon months ago by juan. next time you will eat?   like 30 minutes who will be the next person you kiss?   probably no one. ever. last time you were in trouble?   few days back when i talked back to my mom do you have a fish tank?   no last place you took a plane to?   ohio what is your preferred method of birth control?   abstinence.  hasn't failed me yet. do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong?   not at all.  i always think i'm wrong anyway. have you ever made out in a bathroom?   i don't think so. would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?   i don't currently want a dog, but a miniature poodle i guess. have you ever made out in a park?   nah. is it colder than usual outside today?   yeah.  there's snow out. what do you normally order on your burger?   cheese, mustard, ketchup, pickles... have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty?   yes, and it's gross. what is the biggest flaw in your spouse/crush?   he's obviously not very supportive.  if he was, he'd still be with me. do you prefer writing with mechanical pencils or normal #2 pencils?   mechanical are you planning on dressing up for halloween?   if we have the money, i'd like to. do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything?   oh, every day? who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school?   none of them did.  just be a good student and most teachers are great. how do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you?   I GET SO EXCITED OMG OMG OMG do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people?   not really.  i love food too much lol what is the worst thunderstorm you’ve experienced?   hurricane floyd how often do you take the train to go places?   never are you in love?   should be obvious. are you an affectionate person?   very have you ever had a valentine?   jason was the best. what is you favorite type of lunch meat?   ham are both of you biological parents currently alive?   yeah do you like mustard?   yeah do you wash your hair everyday?   no, that's bad for you. if you were a zoo animal (i.e. lion, tiger, warthog) what would you be?   meerkat any cheesy bands that you love?   lol ludo if you could go nuts and dye your hair any color, what would it be?   gray.  mom won't let me. when was the last time someone saw you naked?   probably mom after i got out of the shower and came into my room? what is the greatest loss you’ve endured?   jason where do you like to be kissed?   lips, neck... and i think brief kisses on the hand from a guy are very romantic. do you know a hoarder?   yup. can you do a split?   nope. is anyone in your family in the army?   nah. did your mother go to college?   she dropped out when she was younger, but she's back in it now. are your grandparents still married?   no, on both sides, a spouse is dead. do you spell the color as grey or gray?   "gray," 'cuz that's the american spelling is your father bald?   nah do you know triplets?   no do you prefer titanic or the notebook?   oh GOD.  the notebook, i guess. how many times have you been to the hospital?  er: seven times, actual hospital admission: three times what religion will you raise your children to practice?   christianity have you ever stayed in a stranger's house before? if yes, why?   no do you believe in the idea of taking from the rich and giving to the poor? why or why not?   no, honestly.  the rich earn their money just as the poor earn their money.  while i understand (BELIEVE ME) it's hard to live being poor, that's no excuse to take from those better off. if you were a god or goddess, what would your powers include?   communing with animals.  maybe be a shape-shifter, that'd be cool as fuck. what are your opinions on gendered products?   explain?  like, do you mean how some toys are "meant" for certain genders, not the other?  if so, then it's ridiculous.  if your child wants to play with a certain toy, let him/her.  for example, i played with dinosaurs in opposition to barbies, and i grew up fine in general. do you believe that animals are capable of “human” emotion?   absofuckinglutely. have you ever changed your views because you were in the wrong?   yeah who do you consider “family?”   my mother, father, two immediate sisters, one half-brother, two half-sisters, my pets, and my best friend colleen.  i guess jason, sometimes. could you sacrifice yourself for someone you barely knew?   no what’s your favorite video game?   "silent hill 2"!!! have you ever experienced discrimination first-hand?   yeah, bc of mental illness. what holiday is closest to your birthday?   valentine's day are you biracial?   nah. are you afraid of shots? like injections?   shots that draw blood, no.  shots that inject medication?  fuck yes, they're agonizing. do you know your blood type?   yeah, it's a. how many times did you have to take the driving test before you passed?   i haven't taken a driving test yet bc i'm fucking lame. what do you think when a band/artist “sells out”?   i think it's rarely even a thing.  like, i'll use metallica as an example.  everyone always says they sold out, when they didn't.  are you suddenly reaching a broader audience?  good for you.  congratulations.  did you change your look?  good for you, tastes change.  now, did you change just for fame?  you're foolish. what do you think of fans and fandoms?  it's absolutely marvelous that people can come together over a common interest.  some are just... oh my GOD, so entitled (i'm looking at you, mythical beasts).  but in general, the idea of fandoms are great. should parents be their child’s friends?   ... duh? what do you think of doctor-assisted suicide?   i'm not sure on this, but i think i disagree with it. in the case of prevention of overpopulation, should some people be prohibited from reproducing?   just flat-out stupid/cruel people, but that'll never happen. you discover that because of a mix-up at the hospital, your wonderful one-year-old child is not yours. would you want to exchange the child to try to correct the mistake?   yes, BUT i'd want to keep up with the child i'd raised that year. do you trust anyone to protect you? who, and why?   my parents, because they're my parents. if you had a death note (like the anime), would you use it?   ... fuck me, yeah, i would. when did you start discovering your own music taste? what was it?   middle school.  heavy metal. describe the ultimate hell.   hearing jason say he didn't love me anymore one more fucking time. are you able to kill animals? under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?   i couldn't, i don't think.  i find killing fine if you're hunting for food, but not for pleasure. would you be willing to have horrible nightmares for a year if you would be rewarded with extraordinary wealth?   yeah. if you could influence people like a celebrity does, how would you use it for the benefit of the planet?   definitely spread Christianity how and when are abortions okay?   only when it's that type of pregnancy where despite growing, the baby is never alive.  shit, what's it called... ummm... entopic pregnancy, that's it!  the cells are only going to keep growing, so they obviously need to come out.  otherwise, i don't care if you're raped or whatever, you have that damn child and give it up for adoption. if you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?   ANYONE can hurt you, even the unexpected. would you save an extremely talented musician who has the influence to promote good values for the world or a pregnant woman in a situation where it is certain you must choose one over the other?   ugh... the pregnant woman, i guess.