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hattywatch · 4 years

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T. Jost - Dog Day Afternoon

A/N: No one asked for this. It’s just a small meet-cute. It’s been a while, be gentle!

“Nooo. No!” A gentle tug on the leash brings the labradoodle back to your side, “We do not poop on lawns in this neighborhood, mister!” You’d be absolutely mortified to be caught bagging up poop off of the pristinely manicured lawns in this community, so you bend down and give Cooper a satisfying scratch behind his ear and let him gently tug you towards the end of the block.

He’s one of your favorites, so well behaved and affectionate when you visit him. His humans are out of town for the weekend, and you stop by a few times a day to exercise him and give him his meals. If someone had asked you when you were in high school if you saw yourself picking up after people’s dogs to pay your bills you’d be confused to say the least. But, the fact of the matter is you’ve opened your own business with five girls working for you, and you rarely have to deal with humans on the day-to-day, so it’s actually kind of a blessing in disguise.

This particular gated community has been your bread and butter as of late, full of well-to-do families who don’t take vacations, they holiday. It’s a marked difference. They’d pay anything to have their treasured pet pampered in their own home and not stuffed into some grimey kennel with 20 other dogs. The best part is they all talk, so you’ve been able to turn 1 client into 15 in only a month. Cooper was the one that started it all.

You’re nearing the end of the block, coming up on the grassy park that caps the cul-de-sac when Cooper finds a street sign to relieve himself on. You have one headphone in, so you don’t quite hear the heavy footfalls before you see the men jogging up beside you.

The blond one is broad and shirtless, he looks like Thor incarnate. His running partner is younger, with curly hair and biceps that strain the sleeves of his t-shirt, which is damp with sweat. Of course, it’s at this time Cooper finds a patch of grass to poop on and you wish you could throw yourself into the picturesque lake to your right as you start unrolling the bags you keep in your pocket. The men smile as they pass though, everyone in this town is polite to a fault.

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Three days later you haven’t given them much of a second though.

Today you have Daisy, whose dainty name would be more fitting on a dog half her size. The dopey husky can hardly control her own body, tail smacking against you as you try to get her harness on before you lead her through the streets which are starting to become familiar.

Daisy lives 5 doors down from Cooper, and it really is so convenient, allowing you to maximize your profit with minimal travel time. She’s still being leash trained, so you grab a handful of treats and shove them into your pocket and hope that “heel” is something she can be coerced to learn. Today you wind your way past the park, up and down the curving streets, intent on this being a “walk,” not a “pull,” like Daisy seems to prefer.

You pass your favorite house, stark white with a red door and a blooming rose bush on either corner of a wrap around porch. The porch swing is occupied by a pretty blonde woman holding a small baby. She looks up as Daisy barks and you smile and give an apologetic wave. The woman smiles back and you see the beautiful, blond man from the other day hop out of the truck in the driveway.

He smiles and waves at you as well before walking up to the porch and kissing his wife and baby, sitting down next to her on the swing.

It warms you up to your toes to see that this couple isn’t too jaded by the beautiful home they have and the affluent community they live in to enjoy the little things.

Daisy barks again and you see that she’s making herself at home at the edge of their driveway, and you grimace before grabbing the bags from your back pocket. The couple doesn’t seem to mind and gives you another wave when you pass by, intent on getting Daisy back to her house so you could move onto the next client.

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On Sunday, your only day off, one of your girls calls in sick, so you throw on some leggings and flip-flops and drive over to walk a fluffy pomeranian named Precious.

She’s a demon.

She’s yippy and aggressive from the moment you walk in the door. She can, however, be plied with treats, so you arm yourself with a handful and hope you can tire her out so she’ll be easily swayed back into her crate without too much chaos.

She lives across the street from that white house with the red door you love so much, so at least that’s one plus on Precious’ side. You get to admire the home from close up. Making your way down the walkway trying to control the spawn of dog-satan, you catch a glimpse of a shiny new jeep parked outside.

The driver looks familiar, he’s handsome… And he’s staring right at you, which is awkward, as you’re pretty much still in pajamas and Precious has not stopped her shrill yapping since she’s been put on her leash.

“Hey there,” he’s not talking so much to you as he is talking to the ball of fluff dragging you down the walk.

“Oh, I wouldn’t pet her, she’s a bit cranky this morning,” you tell him while he’s mid-squat. He shoots back up and smiles and you finally recognize him. The curly haired friend who was running with the blond from earlier in the week. He’s more handsome up close and it’s making you a little antsy.

He laughs and it suits his boyish face, “Fair enough, I’m pretty crabby when I have to wake up early on the weekend too.” You smile and try to pull Precious closer to you, lest she start nipping at his ankles.

The red front door across the street opens, and that golden couple steps onto the porch. They wave at you and you wave back, smiling tightly, a little uncomfortable trying to pay attention to the beautiful man in front of you and the little fluffy ball of rage between you.

When he notices you waving, he looks over his shoulder and waves ridiculously back to them as well, a big goofy grin splitting his face, “Is it okay that I park here? I can move if it’s not.”

“No, no, go ahead. No problem at all,” you smile genuinely this time. He says thank you and holds his hand out, “Tyson, by the way. I’m Gabe’s friend,” he thumbs over his shoulder at who you assume to be Gabe.

Still nodding, you give him your name in return before blurting, “Yeah, I think I’ve seen you around here before,” before you can shut your stupid mouth and he smiles impossibly bigger.

Gabe, who you have identified as the blond dad from the house across the street helps you save face when he shouts, “Tyson, c’mon we’re going to be late,” as he remote starts his truck from the front door, bouncing his tiny baby on his hip.

Tyson ducks his head at being called out and smiles one last time before waving and heading to a waiting Gabe, “See you two around.”

Gabe gives you a big grin as he backs out of his driveway and passes you and Precious, still huffing at your feet at the delay in her walk. You walk her the opposite way they drove off in, not trying to encounter any more broad chests and pretty faces before you’ve had your morning coffee.

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Friday is a busier day, you have 6 walks back to back in your new area, plenty of families going on a long weekend trip for memorial day weekend. You start your day off with Cooper, followed up by Daisy. They’re getting used to their routes with you and their walks are enjoyable. The next four are with Rocky, Lucy, Maggie, and Duke who are all newer clients.

You’re up to Lucy when you pass Gabe’s house for the first time. There’s music coming from the yard and a few extra cars line the sidewalk, so you assume he’s hosting a party. If you look for a familiar, shiny jeep who could blame you?

It isn’t there though.

You’ve almost forgotten about it by the time you’re walking Duke, a tiny little yorkie who is veritably ancient in dog years. He still has some pep in his step though, and you shuffle through your playlist to find some appropriately happy music for the occasion as you turn a corner.

With your head down, thumb scrolling skillfully through your favorite Spotify playlist, you jump when you hear the sound of a horn. Duke gives a little bark and you look up to see who the offending party is.

Tyson’s body is half out of his window waving, where his car is parked on the corner across the street.

He hops out and walks over to you, peering at Duke with a little confusion.

“You could probably save yourself some time if you walked all of your dogs together. How many do you have?” He laughs and starts squatting down to Duke’s level while looking up at you for permission to pet.

“This one’s friendly, you can pet him,” is what you say, because your brain is starting to lose higher functioning the more his shorts creep up his bent legs, revealing the thick, muscular thighs underneath.

Once given permission, Tyson becomes the equivalent of a floppy golden, all sunshine smiles and praise for Duke. “Who’s a good boy?” he coos as he holds Duke’s head in his big hands, simultaneously rubbing under his chin and the top of his head.

He stands up and turns his smile on you, which makes your stomach swoop a little bit, not that you’d admit it. “You should come to Gabe’s house when you’re done walking all of your dogs. He’s having a little party; he said he invited all the neighbors.”

“That sounds nice,” you begin, knowing you shouldn’t and can’t., “but unfortunately I have some more work to do this evening.”

The smile on Tyson’s face doesn’t falter when he shrugs, “Okay, maybe next time.” He bends down to Duke one last time and uses a higher-pitched sweet voice to say, “See ya, buddy!” before standing up and jogging back over to his idling truck. He hops in and waves before driving back towards Gabe’s house.

Duke looks up at you, unimpressed, “He’s cute," you sigh. The yorkie just wags his tail and tugs you over to a maple tree to do his business.

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It’s a week later when you’re trying to coax Precious down the driveway that you see the pretty blonde walking towards you smiling with a stroller. You know she’s Gabe’s wife, but she’s waving to you in a way that says she wants to talk and you wind the leash around your hand so Precious doesn’t get any ideas.

“Hi! You’re (y/n) right?” she waits for you to nod and say ‘that’s me’ before continuing, “Oh awesome! I’ve heard so much about you from the neighbors. I’m Mel, I live over there,” she points to the house with the red door that you know to be hers, “We have plans Friday night and we need someone to come and take Zoey out. Would we be able to book you?”

She looks ecstatic to have run into you so you pull your phone out and check your calendar, “Let’s see, I will actually be in the neighborhood around 7, and I’m free around 7:45, does that work for you?”

“Ah! That’s perfect. We’re just so excited, because it’s the first time we’ve been out since the baby,” she beams down at the little girl in the stroller, “Mom and dad need a night out, ya know?” She’s smiling so brightly and she’s so sweet, and you don’t know, but you do get it somehow.

You type her name and address into the calendar on your phone, “I’m sure. You guys totally deserve it, babies are a lot of work!”

Mel laughs, “I had no idea just how much work! But thank you so much for fitting us in. The sitter will be there with her, so just knock and they’ll let you in and show you around,” her eyes are lit up and you’re actually excited to help her get a free night out with her husband, “I’ll text you and just save my number and we can work out all the details. I just have to get her home to feed before she starts fussing! Thank you again.”

She’s a whirlwind when she types your number into her phone with fast thumbs, but she has her timing down, because you can hear the baby starting to whine as she crosses the street to her house, right on schedule.

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When Friday comes you finish two walks and end up on the porch of the big white house with the rose bushes flanking it. You knock three times and step back to wait for the sitter to let you in.

Surprisingly enough, Tyson opens the front door.

He’s smiling, like always, with his right eyebrow raised in confusion, bouncing a giggly baby in his arms. She’s in a pink onesie, covered in what looks like mushy carrots, and Tysons white shirt doesn’t look any better.

“We weren’t expecting company, were we, princess?” He nuzzles his cheek across the top of the baby’s peach fuzz head and she squishes her eyes shut, babbling happily.

“I’m not really 'company' perse. I’m just here to walk Zoey,” you rock gently from foot to foot, hoping he’ll let you in and you can get your job done without looking like a total fool.

"Don't you have enough dogs of your own?" He laughs but steps aside to let you through the front door, the inside of the house is just as nice as the outside.

"Oh. Those aren't mine," you pull a biscuit out of your pocket and click your tongue, trying to coax Zoey out of her hiding spot under the kitchen table. "I'm just the dog walker." Zoey crawls towards you ok her belly, unsure and skittish.

"That's a good girl, c'mon mama." Tyson hands you her leash off of the back of a kitchen chair and you can feel his eyes on you as you snap her harness together.

He nods, bouncing foot to foot, keeping the baby happy, "That makes more sense. I thought you had like, 6 dogs. Gabe told me I was an idiot." You look up and his face flames, luckily the baby chooses that very second to spit up onto the burp cloth slung over his shoulder.

"Oh no, baby girl," he coos at the infant, rubbing her back soothingly. "I'm going to take care of this, don't leave without saying goodbye," he winks and walks through the kitchen, leaving you in a whirlwind, Zoey whining at your feet.

"Let's go girl."

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If you didn't know better, you think, as Zoey noses along the bushes down the block, distinctly uninterested in doing anything at all, you'd think you were being set up. Except you don't really know better.

You think back to the mischievous glint in Mel's eye was she stopped you for your number and Tyson's surprised face when you showed up, apparently unannounced, at the door.

The more you think about it the more flustered you get, not dressed to woo a potential suitor, and more likely than not, coming back with a bag full of Zoey's poop isn't really the way you prefer to meet men.

You dig into your pocket for some chapstick and maybe stop in front of a tinted car window in an attempt to curtail your hair into something halfway cute. It's a lost cause.

Zoey walks listlessly at your side, she's well behaved, but clearly has no business to do, so you head back to Mel and Gabe's house. She looks excited as you make your way up the porch steps and barks at the front door.

Tyson steps outside and shushes her softly. "Shh girl, please. I just got the baby to sleep."

"Do you want me to bring her into the back until she calms down enough to go inside?" You wrap the leash around your hand and pat the top of Zoey's head.

"Nah," he pulls the baby monitor out of his back pocket, "I was going to sit on the porch for a little anyway, it's nice out. Want some coffee?"

You say okay and sit on the porch swing waiting for Tyson, not entirely sure how life has led you to this moment on the pretty wrap-around porch of the house with the red door.

He comes back out and shuts the door quietly behind him before handing you a cup and sitting next to you on the swing. You're quiet for a pause, but then you giggle into your mug.

"Did you really think all those dogs were mine?" Tyson looks up at you, smiling goofily back over his own mug.

"Yeah, I totally did. Told Gabe I was going to see if his pretty neighbor needed help walking all of her dogs. Mel finally figured out it was you and they had a good laugh at my expense." His feet are solid on the porch rocking you back and forth while Zoey dozes in front of you.

Your ears warm at the compliment. "Thanks."

"I don't have a dog or anything, but maybe I could get your number in case I wanted company for a walk? What's your schedule look like?" You let your leg slide towards his on the swing so your knees knock.

Smiling and pulling your phone out of your pocket, you hand it over, "I think I could squeeze you in."

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost fanfic #hockey imagine #hockey fanfic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #writing #avalanche fic #avalanche imagine #i just really think josty is so cute

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timeisacephalopod · 5 years

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Hi 'tis I the thunderiron whore.....😂 So for the au fic ask otp thunderiron with yellow color please.

Yellow= dragon/ shapeshifter AU

“Does anyone know what Thor’s form is?” Tony asks.

Natasha shrugs, painting her nails in disinterest. Steve looks like a confused eagle, fitting considering his shifter form is an eagle. And he’s born on the fourth of July. And his favorite color combination happens to be red, white, and blue. He resents being so violently American considering he has a long list of problems with the country but everyone else thinks its funny. Especially considering his best friend is named after two US presidents. Guy was basically set up to be the most American American in the country.

Rhodey rolls his eyes though, “what’s it matter? He’s not topping dragon for cool forms, you’ve got pretty much everyone except the five other dragons in the world beat,” he points out.

Yeah, Tony was annoyed with that. He used to be the only one but then Wakanda showed up drunk to the party with four more dragons so screw them. Even if he thinks Shuri is the best and, for the first time maybe ever, he finally gets the opportunity to learn about engineering from someone else. Also, her dragon form is black and silver and its totally badass. His is red and gold, not yellow, gold. He and Shuri did a photoshoot once just because they look awesome standing next to each other. Thor has like fifty of the pictures taped to his wall because apparently he can’t be assed to buy frames. Which, that’s Thor for you.

“Yeah, but we’re all shifters and we know everyone’s form but his. We even know Loki’s,” he points out.

“That’s because Loki has tried to eat no less than five of us as a wolf,” Clint says.

“Well, whatever it is it can’t be worse than Clint being a gold fish,” Bucky says.

“Actually Scott being an ant is absolutely worse.” He didn’t even know that was possible, being an insect in another form. It is, obviously, but its exceedingly rare- almost dragon rare. Which really does make being an ant that much more insulting. Imagine having one of the most rare shifter forms in the world but you’re an ant. Tony would kill himself in shame. Probably by drowning in a cup because he wants to go out dramatically. Rhodey would probably fish him out though.

“Yeah, imagine being a dingo. People keep fucking screaming ‘a dingo ate my baby!’ at me,” Rhodey says, imitating the terrible Australian accent that often gets thrown his way.

“People keep trying to harvest my scales by either breaking into my house or straight up trying to harpoon me so,” Tony shrugs. “I don’t think you have it the worst.”

“Okay, but what if Thor has like. A super embarrassing form?” Natasha says, turning to Tony. “As his boyfriend you’re legally obligated to suck his dick and find out, immediately reporting to us that he’s a plankton or something.”

“I think he could be something more embarrassing than that,” Bucky says. “Like a jellyfish.”

Clint frowns, “jellyfish are cool.”

Bucky’s eyebrows draw together, “jellyfish have no brains,” he tells him.

“Oh, so that’s what your form is then,” Clint says, snickering.

“Clint, you’ve literally pet me outside the VA. You know I’m a chocolate lab,” Bucky says, confused.

Clint looks confused and a little horrified. “Wait, the one armed lab outside the VA is you?” he asks and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“How many one armed vets do you know that go to that specific VA that are also chocolate labs, Clint? Yeah the fucking dog is me. Explains the weird baby talk thing you do but I ignored it because you pet ears good,” he mumbles.

Rhodey smacks a palm to his forehead and sighs. “Can’t be worse than people trying to pet you,” Tony points out. “Only the Australians know the danger of the dingo.”

“Yeah, true, but also I don’t bite. I’m not a savage,” he says.

Yeah, he only bites if he gets real pissed off and of the five times he’s bitten someone there’s an eighty percent chance it was Justin Hammer. Fifth time goes to Obadiah and it hadn’t been pretty. He should be lucky it was Rhodey over Pepper because he’s seen her hunt as a cougar, she’s fucking terrifying and she wouldn’t have taken Obadiah down like Rhodey had, she would have straight up eviscerated him. She genuinely doesn’t like job hunting so she probably wouldn’t take too kindly to her boss and also best friend being murdered.

“This is why I like being a dragon,” Tony says, “no one walks up to a house sized lizard and thinks ‘hmm, looks like my friend’s gecko I’ll pet it.’ One of the few perks, aside from looking totally badass.” Downside? People try to kill him a lot because dragons scales are the most valuable material on this planet. Next up goes to vibranium. He doesn’t much care for being more valuable than vibranium.

Natasha rolls her eyes at them. “Suck Thor’s dick. Find out what he is. Tell everyone,” she tells him. “That’s your mission, go get it done.”

Tony curls up with Thor watching some backing show he doesn’t give a shit about but Thor’s into it. Tony doesn’t mind because he makes really good sweet tarts and Tony likes fruits more than most other things. Not surprising, considering his form.

“How come I’ve never seen your animal form? I’ve seen Loki’s but not yours,” he points out. Subtlety isn’t his thing and he doesn’t think sucking Thor’s dick will put him in a better mood, he’s almost never in a bad mood to begin with. Unless Loki has done something to fuck him up, or on the rare occasion Hela appears dressed like she killed her husband for his money and she’s ready to kill her family for theirs too. Which is surprisingly likely. Tony finds it weird that, technically, Thor is the black sheep of the family. His older sister? Dark hair, mental issues, ready to kill at a moment’s notice. Loki? Technically adopted, but has dark hair, mental issues, and is also ready to kill at a moment’s notice. Thor? Blonde, always chipper, and is the human embodiment of being a ray of sunshine.

“You’ve seen my form,” Thor mumbles, avoiding the subject in such an obvious way that even Tony can’t miss it.

“Thor. No I haven’t. And your brother tried to eat me twice, so you can’t be worse than that,” he says. His guess? Thor is a lab but he’s self conscious about it because labs are a popular dog form. Usually golden labs, chocolate labs and other color variations like Bucky’s are more unusual. But that’s his theory, that Thor has a common form that he’s embarrassed about and that’s why no one has seen him in his shifter body.

“It is,” Thor says, looking away in embarrassment.

“Dude. Clint’s a fucking goldfish. If he’s not standing in a dish of water when he changes he’ll die. There is no way you have it worse than that. And Steve’s form just goes to make him even more violently American. And people consistently try to kill me. We’ve all got weird shit going on, I’m sure your fine. Honestly the only ones who don’t have weird things going on are Natasha because lynx cats aren’t exactly interesting and Bucky, because labs are cute. Even Rhodey has it strange with people accusing him of eating babies.” He so resents being a dingo of all things and its worse because he looks exactly like a dog. A weird dog, but a dog. Children try to pet him sometimes and generally it results in a ‘do not for the love of god pet a dingo’ lessons just in case they bump into an actual dingo.

Thor sighs, “you have to promise not to laugh,” he says.

“If you’re like a chinchilla or something they’re cute,” Tony tells him. “And soft.”

“I’m not a chinchilla,” Thor mumbles, prodding Tony to get out of his lap so he does. Thor pulls himself off the couch and walks over to a clear spot in the living room.

There’s many things Tony would have expected, but none are what he finds. He doesn’t laugh as he leans over and calls Thor over, grinning as he happily trots over and lets Tony pick him up.

Natasha’s phone rings and she frowns as she looks at the video call from Tony but she answers it. “Say hello to Thor,” he says, pointing the phone at…

“Is that a chihuahua?” Clint asks.

Thor looks at Tony, then the phone, and back to Tony with a betrayed look on his face before he lets out a vicious growl and launches his tiny body at Tony’s phone. The call drops and they all stare at Natasha’s phone for a moment. “Well, he’s dead,” she says after a moment. “I call dibs on his sports cars.”

“Dibs on the baseball memorabilia,” Steve says.

“I want the mansion,” Clint says.

“Dibs on the suits,” Carol says and frowns when the guys give her a funny look. “What? We’re the same size and he wears Gucci. I’ve always wanted a Gucci suit and I think I’d look better in them than he does.”

“Beware the boob gap with the button downs though,” Natasha says and Carol groans.

“Ugh, the fucking boob gap! I’ll figure it out.”

“Excuse you,” Rhodey says. “I am his best friend so I get dibs on all his shit. I want the red Ferrari, I don’t give a shit about baseball so Steve can still have all that, fuck you Clint I get the mansion and the lab in the basement, Carol you can have his suits because everyone else is taller than him so no one will fit into his clothes anyway. And before the rest of you call dibs on anything it goes through me you damn vultures.”

When Tony shows up at the door he doesn’t look happy. “Since you legally obligated me to figure out what Thor’s form was you’re officially legally obligated to house me while I’m in the dog house post violent chihuahua attack,” Tony tells Natasha.

She shrugs and lets him in. Clint snorts, “well its not Thor’s dog house you’re in, you can’t fit inside,” he says, snickering at his own joke.

“Shit, I’ll be honest. I’m not even sure Sam could fit inside and he’s a bird so. Yeah, poor guy really got fucked over,” Rhodey says, shaking his head.

“Still not worse than Scott,” Tony says and everyone shakes their heads.

“Nah, being that big and intimidating as a person and that small and useless as a shifter? That’s the worst. You wouldn’t get it because you’re so tiny,” Carol says and Tony glares at her.

“Oh fuck off, we’re the same size!” he snaps.

Carol shrugs, “yeah, but spiritually I’m much taller.”

#Thunderiron #tony x thor #shifter au #fanfiction

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peterchristensen89-blog · 5 years

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War on the Homefront - Chapter One (Stucky Fanfic)

In another universe, where the Civil War came to a peaceful conclusion, The Avengers are in retirement.

As a newly married couple, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes dreams of returning to their life before the serum.

As an orphan living in a group home, Peter Parker dreams of a loving family.

While Steve bears more than he can handle, Bucky fears of returning as the shell of the Winter Soldier, and Peter worries of losing another family.

Together, they can handle any obstacle the world throws at them.

Together, the three have a chance at a happy, peaceful, domestic life.

A life their friends and allies are going to make damn sure stays safe, and keep the soldiers from ever returning to the battlefield.

Or, the story of how Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Peter Parker became a family.

Read on AO3 or Under the Read More

A sunny afternoon crept inside the Queens Memorial Group Home. Though paned glass windows, a rainbow of colors scattered over the common area. Dozens of children, set up in chairs and tables, played toys and board games with a large group of adults. “National Adoption Day” emblazoned a white banner crossing the top of the ceiling.

Off to the side of the excitement, a little boy perched himself in a window seat. He leaned against a pillow, nose deep in a thick paperback book. The summer sun bounced off his honey-brown curls, and his pale skin began to pinken from his time in the light. As the scrawniest boy in the common area, people passed him by without much notice.

The boy sighed, turning a page. A bookmark with his name, Peter Parker, fell out of the pages.

“You’re looking pretty lonely there, all by yourself.”

Peter gasped, jumping out of his skin. He dropped his book out of his hands, turning to meet a face standing by him at the window.

A man with huge muscles stood before him. Neatly kempt blonde hair covered his head, and a full beard surrounded his face. The man’s warm eyes met Peter’s, and he chuckled at the boy’s response.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you like that,” the man said, in a warm tone. He held up both hands, apologizing profusely. The stranger leaned down, collecting Peter’s book from the floor and handed it to the boy.

Peter caught his breath, collecting his book from the man’s hands. “It’s okay…”

The giant hopped up on the window seat, leaning on the wall opposite of Peter. “What’s your name? Care if I sit with you? I mean, if it doesn’t disturb you.”

“I’m Peter.” He answered. Adjusting his position, Peter sat cross-legged, to give the other man more space. “No, it’s okay. I’ve already read this book a hundred times.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter. My name’s Steve.” He gestured behind him, to a man leaning up against a wall. “That guy over there? His name’s Bucky. He’s my best friend, and we got married about a month ago”

Peter tilted his head, looking over at Bucky. Another giant, like Steve. Though, Bucky had much longer hair, a dark brown, lacked a beard, and seemed… Tired. At the edge of the man’s left sleeve, Peter saw a black metal hand sticking out. At his feet was a golden retriever, whose harness he grasped onto for dear life.

Steve chuckled. “I know he looks scary, but he’s a little uncomfortable in public.” He whispered.

“Hi, Steve.” Peter smiled, leaning forward and waving at Steve’s husband. “Hi, Bucky! You don’t look scary at all!”

Bucky’s cold demeanor melted, and a smile finally crossed the man’s pale face.

Steve peered over Peter’s book. “So, how come you’re reading all by yourself? Don’t you have any friends to play with?”

“No.” Peter pouted. “I used to, but… Harley got adopted.” He glanced over at happy faces of the rest of the orphanage. The children screamed in joy as they played tag or talked with the grown-ups. He figured a lot of them would get started on adoptions soon. “I’m glad Harley found a mom and a dad, but… I miss him.”

Reaching down, Peter picked up the book, showing it to Steve and Bucky. “Miss Honey let me go to the library early this week. I wanted to reread this book, it was our favorite. We read it together all the time!”

“Harley?” A bright smile crossed Steve’s face. “Wouldn’t happen to be Harley Keener, would it?”

“Yeah!” Peter tilted his head. “How’d you know, Mister?”

“I've got a friend who knows a Harley Keener now,” Steve smirked, tapping Peter’s book. “So, what are you reading?”

“Harry Potter.”

“Harry Potter?” Steve cocked an eyebrow, glancing back to his husband. Bucky shrugged, shaking his head. “Never heard of it, before. What’s it about?”

Peter gasped, mouth dropping. “You don’t know about Harry Potter? Everyone knows what Harry Potter is!”

Steve laughed, scratching his beard. “I’m a little behind on pop culture, sorry.” He gestured to his husband, and Bucky soon joined them on the window seat, making it a tight fit for the three. ”Would you like to read it to us?”

“Are you sure?” Peter dropped his head. “Flash says that reading is boring. He says that’s why nobody ever comes and plays with me on adoption days.”

Steve scoffed, reaching over and ruffling Peter’s hair. “I happen to prefer doing boring things these days. We both do, don’t we, Bucky?”

“I like boring,” Bucky muttered, with a deep tone to his voice. He leaned against the wall, resting his head. His dog whimpered, licking Bucky's hand.

Peter’s face beamed. He undid his bookmark, flipping back to the front of the book. “Okay! I’ll start over from the good part! When Harry gets his letter from Hagrid, and he gets to leave the dumb boat house!”

+++++

Weeks passed since Peter’s first visit with Steve and Bucky. Though, it was far from the last time he ever saw the pair of retired soldiers.

Miss Honey accompanied Peter on day trips around the city with Bucky and Steve. Sometimes all three of them together. Sometimes with only Steve, or sometimes with only Bucky and sometimes, all three. To parks, to playgrounds, and even one day down at Coney Island.

Mr. Steve was the fun one, and Peter liked it when he got to ride on his shoulders or play catch together in the park. He was the talker, and liked sharing stories with Peter when they'd go to museums. Though, Peter liked it best when Mr. Steve would take him somewhere pretty. They would sketch together for hours, Mr. Steve teaching Peter how to draw.

Mr. Bucky didn't talk much, but loved reading as much as Peter did. They went to quiet places on their trips, like to the library, or a movie theatre. Sarge, Mr. Bucky's service dog, got to tag along wherever they went. While Peter wasn't allowed to pet Sarge when his vest was on, a few times, Mr. Barnes let Sarge run free in the dog park.

So on the day when Miss Honey brought Peter into her office instead of out on the town, he was sad. Though as he walked inside, seeing Steve, Bucky, and Sarge all waiting for him, he beamed from ear to ear.

“Steve! Bucky! Sarge!” Peter rushed forward, leaping into Steve’s arms, who hugged the kid right back.

Bucky reached over, ruffling the kid’s hair.

Sarge sat in place on Bucky's feet, wagging his tail.

Miss Honey took her place at the desk, smiling ear to ear. “So, Peter… You’ve spent a lot of time with Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes the last month, haven’t you?”

“Uh huh!” Peter sat on Steve’s lap, grinning. “Mr. Steve and Mr. Bucky are the coolest! I haven't had this much fun since… Ever! I think they’re the nicest people, ever!”

Steve smiled, stifling a laugh. “High praise.”

Bucky bit his lip, turning away to hide a stray tear. He reached down to pet Sarge, who’d planted his head on Bucky’s lap.

Miss Honey nodded, “I’m glad they made an impression. I think they’re charming gentleman myself. Well worth all the paperwork exempting the usual age limitations.” Leaning back in her seat, Miss Honey gestured to the men. “Well, Peter, these two would like to ask you something very important. Something both myself and the State of New York is confident they’re ready to ask you.” She nodded. “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, please go ahead.”

“Peter-” Steve pulled Peter off his lap, taking a knee as he gave Peter his seat. He took a deep breath, reaching over and intertwining his fingers with Bucky’s. “My husband and I want to try and settle down. We, like the rest of our friends, want to live ordinary lives now that everything’s… Normal.” He dropped his head, taking a long gulp. “Bucky and I always wanted a family. Neither of us had that luxury growing up, but… We can’t have children of our own, even if wanted to. Both of us have complicated medical histories, so-” He shook his head. “We were hoping that you might help us with that.” Steve looked up, nodding at Bucky.

Bucky nodded, eyes watering. “We want you to be our son...”

Peter’s gasped. He struggled to breathe, clutching his chest. “R-Really? Me?!”

“Yeah! Of course.” Steve grinned, patting Peter on the shoulder. “When I was your age, I liked to sketch and draw in a corner all by myself, and Bucky would be laying on top of me, reading a book. That’s what drew us to you that day, because you reminded us of what we used to be like, ages ago. That's what we'd like to get back to. The way we were, from before the War.”

“You’re a tough kid,” Bucky said, lifting up his prosthetic arm and flexing his metal hand. “People think I’m scary. You never did. From day one. Remember?”

Steve nodded. “I feel like the three of us have a lot in common, and could make a strong family unit. And… If you think you’d be okay with having a couple of old, boring soldiers for dads, we’d like to finish up the process and adopt you for real.”

Peter’s face, in a matter of moments, crumbled. Tears rolled down his face, and he broke down, throwing himself into Steve’s shoulder, bawling his eyes out.

“Peter?!” Bucky and Steve yelled, in unison.

Steve cradled Peter in his arms, his own face crumbling in fear. “Peter, what’s wrong?”

“Did I- Say something wrong?” Bucky asked. His hand shook, reaching out and clasping his human hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Y-Y-You want me?” Peter blubbered, raising his head up. Happy tears fell down his face. “Y-y-you want to be my dads?”

Relief flooded Steve and Bucky’s faces. Fresh tears of their own began to flow.

“Of course, Peter! Why wouldn’t we?” Steve said.

Bucky shook his head, with a wry smile. “Yeah… You little punk.”

“…but I’m the boring kid…” Peter wiped the tears away with his sleeves, still trembling in Steve’s arms. “Flash says I’ll never get adopted because nobody likes boring kids. H-H-He said… Nobody would love me ever again…”

“Well, obviously he’s wrong,” Steve smirked, reaching into his back pocket and wiping Peter’s face with a handkerchief. “Bullies are always wrong. No matter where they come from.”

Peter’s face finally cracked with a smile. He reached out, pulling Bucky and Steve into one big hug. Both men were eager to reciprocate.

Miss Honey didn’t bother waiting for Peter’s response. With a smile, she checked a box on the computer screen. She would spend a few days working overtime to ensure the adoption pushed through.

+++++

Peter’s belongings, packed in the back of Steve and Bucky’s truck, rattled along the country road. The three drove outside of the city, upstate in the green countyside. They passed through a security checkpoint with several armed guards. They all waved and doted over Peter.

A few minutes from there and Peter watched as they turned down a dirt road.

“Welcome home, Peter,” Steve said, gesturing down the road.

“Wow…” Peter saw the white country home come into view, surrounded by a white picket fence and lined with red clay bricks. Carefully tended rose bushes lined the fences, waving in the gentle summer breeze. A red barn stood in the backyard, with a few crops, a handful of barn animals, and a single goat that bayed upon their arrival. “Your house is so pretty!”

“Thanks…” Steve said, pulling up to the home. He parked their truck, unbuckling himself. “Our friend Tony helped us build it.”

Bucky helped Sarge out from the back of the truck, gathering Peter’s belongings, heading inside the house to unpack.

Peter leaped out of the truck, rushing to the fence. He climbed it, sitting on the top, waving to get the goat’s attention. As he did, he caught sight of a facility down the road. A large building, right on the water, where helicopters were landing and taking off.

“What’s that big building?” Peter asked.

“A training facility.” Steve joined Peter’s side at the fence. “Bucky and I work there a few days a week, while you’re at school. We’re a couple of retired soldiers now, but we’ve got a lot of expertise that can help teach the next generation.”

The goat, after belting in their faces, allowed Peter to pet him. Peter hugged the goat around the neck.

Bucky rejoined the others, with Sarge leaping out of the house beside him, without his harness. The dog ran straight for Peter, jumping up and begging for the boy’s attention. His tail wagged from side to side, sweeping dust into the air.

“Sarge doesn’t have to wear his vest?” Peter asked, careful not to touch the dog.

“Not when I’m home.” Bucky helped Peter off the fence, planting him in front of the dog. “You can pet him. Or play with him. He likes to fetch.”

“Yay!” Peter yelled, wrapping his arms around the dog’s neck. He giggled, as Sarge licked his face.

The new family stayed outside for most of the afternoon, enjoying the first signs of summer.

Peter chased after Sarge for hours. He and the dog raced after a ball that Steve would throw high into the air, across the expanse of their property. Rarely would Peter ever win, but Sarge would dutifully deposit the ball into the boy’s hands.

Bucky introduced Peter to their farm animals and showed him their little garden. They worked together, picking ripe tomatoes and a basket full of vegetables. All while Peter went out of his way to hug every chicken, cow, and rooster on their land. Their goat, Billy, never left Peter's side.

When dusk fell overhead, Steve collected the vegetables on one shoulder and hefted Peter up on the other. They walked inside their country home, dropping Peter over the threshold.

Gasping, Peter walked inside the warm home. Hand-crafted wooden furniture, big enough for two, dotted the room. Old devices stood on tables. Black and white framed photographs of another era hung on the walls. The only modern addition was a flat-screen television, gathering dust on a wall.

“Sorry, it’s not fancy. Bucky and I don’t need a lot, and our mothers raised us in a different era, so we don’t like clutter.“

“So cool!” Peter cut off Steve, running through the house and eyeing each photograph. Some were out on the field, some in bars, but all captured still images of soldiers. He beamed, inspecting an old record player, with a wide range of vinyl discs to choose from. “These are like the ones Miss Honey took us to see in the Smithsonian!”

Steve and Bucky both flinched as if punched in the gut.

Peter’s tour ended as he approached the farthest corner in the room. A full window took up an entire section of the house, with a large seating area, covered in pillows. Built-in shelves lined the window, stuffed with art supplies and well-worn hardbacks.

As Peter approached, he noticed an art easle, with a half-painted canvas adorning it. He recognized Steve and Bucky on the end of the picture, clinking glasses together. Beside them was a beautiful woman in red, with long brown curls. A posh man with a sharp mustache, and a clean-cut man in a sharp suit and tie clinked drinking glasses together.

“Woah! This looks so good!” Peter looked up at his fathers. “Who painted this?”

“Steve.” Bucky nudged his husband in the arm, sliding down beside Peter.

“You did?!”

“I did.” Steve plopped down onto the window’s seat, admiring the canvas. He smiled, a deep blush crossing his face. “Started taking the hobby back up when I retired. Do you like it?”

“Uh huh! I like the background, it looks like something from an old movie! What is that place? It looks so fancy!” Peter asked.

“It’s a dance hall,” Steve said, gesturing to the warm reds and golds in the background. “A place where old soldiers would go to celebrate the end of the war. They'd dance and drink all night long. Or at least… That’s what people tell me." He bit his lip. "This is what I imagined it would have looked like, anyway.”

“That’s you and Bucky, right?” Peter pointed to the sketch. “Who’s the pretty lady and those men?”

“Peggy Carter, my old love and one hell of a soldier. Put Barnes and me here to shame on more than one occasion.” Steve’s shoulders sunk. Bucky was quick to reach out, grasping his husband’s free hand. A small smile crossed Steve’s face. “Right beside her is Howard Stark and Edwin Jarvis. A couple of old friends.”

"They look happy!" Peter grinned. "Can I meet them, some day?"

Steve's mouth gaped, lost for words.

“Room?” Bucky asked, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on Steve’s cheek. He gestured across the house.

Steve shook his head, turning the easel and canvas away. “Right, right…” He stood, clasping his hands together. “Ready to see your bedroom?”

“I get my own room?!” Peter’s jaw dropped.

“Of course you do, kiddo.” Steve took Peter’s hand, leading him through the house. “Right next door to ours.”

A short way down the main hallway, Steve opened the door to Peter’s room.

“I know it’s old-fashioned, but… We didn’t know what kids these days liked.” Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Peter walked inside. Much like the rest of the house, Peter’s room was minmalistic. Inside stood a handcrafted, wooden bed, desk, chair, and a couple of bookcases. Filled with books, the bookshelves had plenty of reading material to choose from. Some of Steve’s sketches hung on the wall, sketches he’d taken on day trips with Peter around the city. Peter even saw where Bucky hung up all Peter’s clothes from the orphanage, and tucked his teddy bear away on the young boy’s bed.

Speechless, Peter stood slack-jawed in the middle of the room.

Steve sighed, running his hands over the carved wood of the desk. “Bucky and I always wanted a desk of our own growing up. I know that’s probably not a big deal, but-“ He shook his head. “We figured if you didn’t like it, we could always go out and get you something from a store. Tony said we were nuts to not have something called a One Box, but we-”

“I get my own bed? A real bed?!” Peter squealed, running up and throwing himself on the soft white sheets. He grabbed at the thick pillows and his teddy bear, holding them under both arms. “This is all mine?! Really?!”

Steve’s worry melted away. He leaned to the side, wrapping his arm around Bucky, holding his husband. He nodded, chuckling. “Yep. All yours, kiddo.”

Peter squealed again, inspecting all the detail in his desk. Though, he was quick to rush to the bookshelves, running his fingers over the spines of the books. “Look at all the books! Can I read these?”

“Of course you can. The books are all yours, now.” Steve nudged Bucky in the stomach. “Bucky spent a month getting your room ready. He did all the woodworking and did all the shopping to get you stocked with a good library.”

A blush crossed Bucky’s face. He huffed. “I like woodwork.” He flinched as Peter ran into him, crushing him with a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Peter lifted his head, teary-eyed. “You’re the best dads, EVER.”

Taken aback, Bucky froze. He stood awkwardly, but found a smile. He picked Peter up, embracing the boy with both of his arms. “You’re welcome.”

Steve wiped something out of his eyes, patting both his boys on the shoulder. “Why don’t you grab a book and come on into the living room? I’ll start on dinner, and you can sit with Bucky and read while it cooks?”

Following his father’s advice, Peter perused his new shelves and picked a book. He walked back to the windowed seat with Bucky, holding his father’s prosthetic hand the entire way.

Bucky grabbed his own book, and they settled into the last remnants of the sunset. Peter propped himself up, laying his head on Bucky’s chest. Sarge soon joined them, resting his head in the soldier’s lap.

They read in shared silence, with only the occasional yawn from Sarge or the sound of sizzling meat in the other room interrupting them.

Though, an odd “click” caught Peter’s attention as Bucky stretched out. His eyes turned to his father’s black and gold prosthetic arm, labeled with “Stark Industries” on the bicep. The arm was very realistic, with metal shaped in much the same way as a healthy arm would be. Though, as he eyed the scar tissue right at the border of where the skin ended, and the black metal started, Peter frowned. Sharp, jagged edges of skin, forked in every direction.

“Does it hurt?” Peter asked.

“Hm?” Bucky lifted his head, gazing down at Peter.

Peter reached out, touching the scar. “Your arm… Does it hurt?”

Bucky paused, shaking his head. He offered Peter a smile. “No. Not anymore.”

Unsatisfied with the answer, Peter pouted. “It looks like it hurts.”

A sly smile crossed the old soldier’s face. With his other arm, Bucky tapped the top of his shoulder. “Want to see?”

“See… What?” Peter asked.

Pressing a button down the side of his body, Bucky flinched for a second. The arm popped out of its socket, earning a shocked gasp from Peter. Bucky reached up, detaching the arm from his body, and presented it to Peter. “See? Doesn’t hurt.”

“Whoa…” Peter took his father’s arm, inspecting the complex machinery. The glanced back up at his father, now armless on his left side, in awe. “You can take your arm on and off?”

Bucky nodded.

“You are so cool!” Peter handed Bucky his arm back and watched in awe as his father re-attached it.

The arm lit up as he shoved it into the socket, and it whirred for a few minutes before Bucky could move it again. He flexed his hand, showing it to Peter. “Promised. It doesn’t hurt.”

Reading time devolved into playtime, as Bucky showed Peter the limits of his arm. One armed pull-ups in the hallway. An arm-wrestling match with Peter. Even letting Peter swing from his metallic arm, like a makeshift jungle-gym. Peter giggled, watching his father’s feats of strength, over and over again.

Even Bucky’s usually stoic expression softened, letting Peter hang from his arm as they joined Steve at their dining table for dinner. He dropped Peter into his seat, earning a playful eye-roll from Steve.

“Good to see Tony’s products live up to the hype. He should add “kid tested” to his new prosthetic line.” Steve laughed, setting the table with several dishes.

Peter drooled over the mountain of food. At least 10 steaks, 20 baked potatoes, and a sea of grilled green vegetables that could feed an army.

“Wow… You guys eat a lot!” Peter exclaimed.

“It’s a long story.” Steve chuckled, cutting up a steak for Peter and piling it high with food. “You better eat up, too, kiddo. My ma would skin me alive if she saw how scrawny you were.”

“Mine too,” Bucky added.

+++++

When dinner finished, Bucky washed dishes, handing them off to Peter to dry and Steve returned the plates to their proper shelves. As soon as the table and kitchen were spotless, they all turned to the living room for the evening.

“Can we watch some TV?” Peter asked, eyes gleaming over the high-definition flat screen.

Steve and Bucky exchanged a knowing, panicked look.

“Uh, sure!” Steve exclaimed, walking over to the flat screen and retrieving the tiny black remote. “I think I can probably work this thing… Maybe? Tony showed me how it worked. Once.”

Peter helped himself to the couch as Bucky and Steve fiddled with the remote. In ten minutes, they manage to turn on the television, turn off the tv, change the screen’s language settings to Russian, and eventually make it to the main menu.

Bucky took the remote, growling under his breath as he pressed every button simultaneously. “Stark's full of it. He said this was easy.”

Retaking the remove before Bucky crushed it, Steve repeatedly pressed the red power button. “I think I remember Tony saying something about there being TV on a Netflix? That’s the red button, right?”

“I thought TV was Hulu?” Bucky asked.

“No, I think it was Netflix. He said there was an office we should watch?”

“Why would we watch an office?”

“I don’t know.” Steve rolled his eyes. “I miss radio shows...”

Peter giggled, rushing between his fathers and jumping up to steal the remote. “Steve! It’s so easy! Here!” With only a few button presses, Peter navigated to the main menu and made it to the streaming services area. “Now we can watch anything!”

Steve and Bucky stood in awe.

“Nice one, Peter. Stark can eat his heart out! We don’t need him anymore, do we Bucky?” Steve collected Peter, lifting him up and tossing him in the air.

Bucky caught the squealing child, as all three of them and Sarge found their perfect spot on their couch. “Nope.”

Leaning on Steve’s shoulder, Peter kicked his legs up on Bucky’s lap. “What can we watch?”

Steve shrugged. “Anything you’d like to watch, Peter. Maybe a cartoon?”

“I don’t care, Steve.” Peter shrugged right back, eyes lighting up. “What about your list? You said you had a list of things you wanted to watch, right?”

Steve chuckled. “I suppose, but… Really, tonight’s all about you, Peter. We can watch my shows some other time.”

Peter huffed. “What shows?!”

Bucky smirked. “I Love Lucy.” He winked at Peter. “Top of his list.”

“Okay!” Peter navigated through all the streaming services until they found the old black and white classic sitcom.

For hours, the three watched the crazy antics of Lucille Ball and her friends. Steve burst out in laughter when Lucy fooled herself into thinking Ricky was trying to murder her. Peter giggled watching Ethel pretend to conduct a séance. Bucky snorted when Lucy chopped up a fake fur coat to terrify her husband.

After half a season of episodes, however, Peter yawned. His head buried itself in Steve’s shoulder, on the verge of deep sleep.

“Tired?” Bucky asked, poking Peter.

“Uh huh…” Peter rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “But I can stay up…”

“We’ve got all the time in the world, kiddo.” Steve turned off the television, collecting Peter in his arms. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

With some help from Steve and Bucky, Peter managed to get himself into nightclothes, teeth brushed, and tucked into bed with his teddy bear. As Bucky flipped off the lights, Peter whimpered.

“Steve? Bucky?”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, sitting on the edge of Peter’s bed.

Peter hugged his bear, pouting. “I- I’m scared of the dark… C- Can you leave a light on?”

“Of course.” Steve reached over, flipping on a lampshade. He noticed Peter’s frown remained prominent, even in the light.

“Nervous?” Bucky asked.

Peter hid his face behind his teddy bear. He nodded, sniffling. “Harley used to sleep by me at the home. When Harley went away… I got a new roommate. He snored. But… I liked it.” Lifting his head, the boy’s face was beet red. “I don’t like being alone.”

With little hesitation, Steve crawled into bed with Peter, leaning up against the headboard. Bucky joined them, sitting at the foot of Peter’s bed. Sarge leaped up, curling at Peter’s only exposed side.

“Me either,” Steve said, gently patting Peter’s head. “We can stay in here with you until you fall asleep. How’s that sound?”

Sniffling, Peter nodded, finally laying his head down on his pillow. He shut his eyes, as the exhaustion of the day finally overtook him.

-and while they’d promised to stay at Peter’s side until he’d fallen asleep, neither Steve, Bucky, or Sarge moved from their post until the following morning.

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please do all of the aesthetic themed asks C;

My goodness.. let’s do thisflower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?A few minutes ago, i sing to myself all the time. It was the baby song Finn sings from the Adventure Time episode “The Jiggler”

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?What my life’s purpose is, what i’m meant for

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?Graduating from high school? Lol i haven’t done much

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?I was playing with my dog a few minutes ago, she always looks so happy and cute, it makes me want to explode

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?I would try to go out and experience more but I’m still dependent on other people for adventures.. so i guess i’d get my driver’s license and explore on my own

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?I don’t have one, i’ll have to put one together

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.My favorite person, we used to be super close and talk everyday. They’re super silly and goofy and one of the only people i can be really open and honest with. We used to have so much fun and we’re getting back to being close again

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?Yeah but it wasn’t really exciting either

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?A month ago maybe

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.A friend i’ve had for a few years but haven’t gotten close to until recently. We’ve actually gone stargazing a few times before and each time is magical, everytime we do it, we see shooting stars.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?Probably because i love deep conversations and probably couldn’t stop myself no matter how embarrassing it might become

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?An ex lol we’re friends now though

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?I would tell my youngest brother to keep working his way through life, he has so much potential and a lot of people seem to put him down, they don’t realize how hard he’s trying

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?I love, love, love them! Any kind of brown, a bright golden honey colored brown, a soft muted medium brown or a deep dark, almost black brown that has the most beautiful flecks of red and gold. I love all of them and think they are absolutely gorgeous on both men and women.. its probably even part of my “type”, i just think they’re the most adorable feature

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.“Keep moving forward” - Monty Oum, just him telling people to keep living their lives and doing what they want even when things don’t go right or get tough

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?“Why did I do that?”

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?Spend some of it on a little house for me and a business to make more money, then use whatever’s left and whatever i earn to spoil my friends, family and pretty much anyone who needs it

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?I think so, i think i know when someone deserves my forgiveness

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.All i have to say is don’t be afraid. Make new friends and forget about your old ones. You’ll learn to love your new life and you’ll hate yourself for not accepting it sooner and spending your time being miserable. Your bitterness now will only hurt yourself in the future. Stay away from asshole guys, you will be happier on your own and their love is not real. They will only hurt you. And please.. please for the love of god.. skip your emo phase. Its nowhere near as cool as you think and loving bright beautiful things does not make you weak. Try to enjoy everything.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?I’m like perfectly in the middle right now, i’m transitioning into pastel but i still have a lot of punky hottopic shit

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.I love them, they are art to me!

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?On a daily basis, no. I wear makeup like twice a week but when I do, I wear about a medium amount.. tinted moisturizer/mineral foundation, light eye makeup, light contouring and lip liner. I’m just not good enough at makeup to do a lot, only what i need

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.Rammstein helped me get through a very abusive relationship. It just made me feel strong and empowered. I loved how elegantly vulgar they are, using poetic songs to tell terrible, disgusting stories

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.Just stop, everyone needs to lay down, stop fighting and listen to each other.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.I went to a Maroon 5 concert with my best friend when i was in like 4th grade, i don’t remember it much lol. I went to a Between the Buried and Me concert (mostly went for Animals as Leaders) a couple years ago, it was my firs real metal show, i was dressed like a slut and got pushed over by a drunk guy so thinking about it makes me anxious. I went to an Animals as Leaders concert (With Plini, yes!!) a few months ago for my birthday, it was excellent and i was there just holding hands with my girls and crying so it makes me feel warm and loved.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?An ex, just telling me he loves and misses me like i know he does. I just want to hear a lot more from him

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?Lol i have a desk but i don’t do work there. There’s just makeup on it so that gets out of hand when i need to use it, especially if i’m in a rush and will be gone for a while

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?I take a shower (use the oil cleansing method for my face), moisturize, brush teeth and watch youtube in bed until i get sleepy

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?I almost got period blood on my parents’ new couch one night, my mom loves that couch more than me and my brothers, my youngest brother isn’t even allowed to sit on it lol

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?I want to dye it a lighter strawberry blonde or a peachy color and cut it short with wispy bangs, i think it would look cute on me

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?Three of my sister-in-laws and my two best friends. We would have a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas style trip

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.I wish i was super fckn rich so i wouldn’t have to worry about money anymore, i could take care of my friends and family, pretty much anyone that needs itAnd that animals could never get hurt, everyone treated them well and didn’t use them for whatever evil needs people haveAnd hmmm maybe that people aren’t hating on each other all the time about things like race, sexuality, religion, then people could work together better and solve the real problems

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.I dressed up as Dipper Pines the halloween before last! That’s when i decided that i don’t like trick-or-treating anymore because even though i was dressed in a totally non-sexual costume from a children’s show, i was still getting weird stares from older men, one tried to look down my shirt… bleck

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?I can’t even say.. so instead i’ll say something funny, i pissed in the bushes of my friend’s apartment complex when i figured out that i couldn’t get in her place

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?Hurt an animal.. there’s not enough money in the world for me to do that

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?I’ll choose to only see one person, and we could listen to all the music we want! I love music too much and people are overwhelming, this sounds great

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.Yes, its scary because you know it’ll hurt when they leave, no matter how hard you try to hold on to them

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?I wish i could have short hair.. it just wouldn’t look good on me

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?S’mores frappucino right now boooiiii

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?Keeping myself and my friends happy

Thank you for the ask.. my hands hurt lol

#ask

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jayykesley · 7 years

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can I ask for all of the oc questions for both of my sons

absolutely you can;

1. what do they look like?

Derick’s about 5’9, with slightlytanned skin, golden blond curly hair, and blue eyes

Roswell is a tall, lanky, 17-yearold with ridiculous dark hair and big round grey eyes

2. describe their personality inthree words:

Derick: Nervous, shameful, and sweet

Roswell: Excited, enthusiastic,empathetic

3. how tall are they?

Derick’s 5’9, and Roswell’s about 5’11

4. favorite foods?

Derick loves anything sweet – cookies,brownies, cake, coffee with more sugar than actual coffee

Roswell will eat anything andeverything, he’s a growing kid

5. any allergies?

Not that I know of

6. what is their build?

When the gang first meets Derick,he’s real real skinny because he can’t afford to eat a lot. After they get himsome real food, he still somewhat skinny, but a little more filled out?

Roswell’s just lanky like a noodle

7. do they have curly, wavy, orstraight hair?

Derick’s got super curly hair thatsticks up everywhere and gets in his eyes

Roswell has straight hair that lookslike he stuck a fork in a socket

8. do they like books? if so, howoften do they read?

Derick doesn’t read a lot – not alot of good reading material in Cirsca, it’s mostly just manuals and journals.Roswell’s kind of the same way, he doesn’t mind them but reading’s not his ideaof fun.

9. what are their talents?

Derick’s not half bad at drawing,though he usually only draws Ragsy.

Roswell: Talking absolutely non-stop

10. two or more other fictionalcharacters they’re similar to?

Shoshanna from Inglorious Basterdswas the inspiration for Derick, though I guess the two aren’t wildly similar interms of personality. Maybe Cress from Lunar Chronicles? Or Noah from RavenCycle? I’m actually not sure…

For Roswell, definitely Dick Graysonfrom the Lego Batman Movie

11. what is one strange hobby/talentthey have?

Derick’s freaky good atcommunicating with animals. Like, “Disney Princess” good.

I actually don’t know one forRoswell…and here I thought I knew my ocs….

12. five songs that fit them:

For Derick, here’s three:

“The Letter That Never Came” –Thomas Newman (yeah its instrumental, but its just so sad at the beginning thatI think of Derick every time)

“Beauty and the Beast” – BATB OTS(the original with angela Lansbury – technically derick/Rosalyn but still)

“I Went TooFar” – Aurora

I swear I have more, I just can’tthink of them atm

And Shut Up and Dance definitelyreminds me of Roswell

13. who do you think could play themin a live-action rendition?

Evan Peters, who is also myface-claim for Derick.

A young Nicholas Hoult is my faceclaim for Roswell too..

14. do they just want to rest?

YES oh my gosh yes that’s all Derickwants. Roswell’s the opposite; there’s too much to do!!

15. which OC did not sign up forthis?

Derick, for sure

16. who’s their favorite person?

It takes him a while to warm up toher, but overall I think Rosalyn is his favorite person. He also really enjoyshanging out with Carson and Lorelei, because they’re like the siblings he neverhad.

Funny enough, Rosalyn is alsoRoswell’s favorite person, right next to Dr. Anaya Gatling! Gatling’s like amentor to him, so he loves her so much too.

17. who do you ship them with?

ROSALYN with Derick, and Roswell’sperfectly fine on his own

18. have they experienced the deathof a loved one?

Derick hasn’t, Roswell has (he and Rosalynused to have an older brother)

19. have they ever been tortured?

For Derick, doesmental/emotional/physical abuse count? For Roswell, no, not yet (?)

20. what’s the worst thing you’vedone to them without spoiling anything?

Gave Derick to parents who mentallyand emotionally abused him then abandoned him, so now he genuinely doesn’trecognize real love when he’s shown it.

For Roswell, killing his big brotherreally sucks so…

21. any mental illnesses?

Derick probably does, but he hasn’tbeen diagnosed. Roswell’s mental health is great, so no.

22. what’s their favorite animal?

Derick’s is cats, Roswell’s is dogs.

23. what are their flaws?

Derick’s kind of a coward, veryabsorbed in his own mind, overthinks everything.

Roswell can be too trusting and tooeager to see the best in everyone. Also could accidentally share secret infowhile rambling.

24. what’s their favorite color?

Derick likes green, and Roswelllikes purple and yellow and blue and red and….

25. pet peeves?

Derick dislikes people who just gogo go!Roswell dislikes grumpy, pessimistic people.

26. bad habits?

Derick’s always chewing on his nailswhen he’s nervous. Roswell’s is obviously his oversharing.

27. an OC they hate:

Derick hates Rosalyn when he firstmeets her, Carson kinda too.

Roswell really only hates Chief Knoxfor killing his brother.

28. random fact about them:

Afternoons at Marni’s shop are someof the only happy childhood memories Derick has.

It’s safe to assume that, at anygiven moment, Roswell’s wearing at least one brightly colored bandage for anynumber of minor injuries

29. family members?

Derick just had a mother and afather, nobody else.

Roswell only has Rosalyn now, but heconsiders the rest of the unground dwellers his family.

30. Hogwarts house?

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor (?)

31. what makes them happy?

Derick: Ragsy, coolmornings/evenings in the Burjeok forest, watching the stars and moon at night

Roswell: Lots of things! Warmsunshine, new flowers in spring, talking to anybody, going to town, pettinganimals, etc.

32. middle and last names (ifthey’re established)?

No middle names, Denmeyer is Derick’slast name and Tate is Roswell’s.

33. introvert, ambivert, orextrovert?

Derick’s heavily introverted andRoswell’s heavily extroverted

34. how old are they?

Derick’s 22 and Roswell’s 17 (he’sthe dancing queen)

35. strange quirks they have:

Does Derick’s nail-chewing count?

36. any unhealthy obsessions?

Why did mom and dad leave, why wasn’t I enough?

For Roswell, nothing really. He’spretty healthy overall

37. looks like they could kill butis actually a cinnamon roll, looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually killyou, looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll, looks likethey could kill you and could actually kill you, or sinnamon roll

Both are totally pure cinnamon rolls

38. how smart are they?

Derick’s actually fairly smart. He’sgot a lot of practical knowledge from several years on his own.

Roswell’s fairly smart. He’s still ateen, so he’s got a lot to learn, but he’s intelligent!

39. master planner or masterimproviser?

Improviser, and about half-and-half

40. species/race?

Both human, both white

41. cat or dog person?

Derick loves both with all his heart

Roswell prefers dogs because they’remore open and obvious with their love and affection

42. where are they from?

Both are from Cirsca!

43. moral alignment?

Derick’s Lawful neutral, and Roswell’sNeutral Good

44. what is their dominant hand?

Both are right-handed

45. do you have headcanons for them?

Plenty

46. can they sing?

Derick’s not terrible, but he wouldnever draw that much attention to himself. Roswell probably shouldn’t

47. what horror-movie characterstereotype are they?

Derick would be the one that refusesto investigate the creepy noises, gets left in the living room by himself,probably winds up dying then.

Roswell is one of the first to die,he was probably the one that went to check out the creepy noises

48. how well can they worktechnology?

Derick’s better than most of thegang, since he worked in the capital city. Roswell doesn’t have a lot ofexperience with technology, so he probably wouldn’t be very good

49. which Marvel or DCsuperhero/villain would they be?

Both would actually fit CharlesXavier pretty well. Just with his whole “I don’t want to fight, I just want tobe accepted” thing?

50. how well do they develop overthe course of the story?

I want to say pretty well? I’mhoping to have Derick go from “coward who would rather stay home thanpotentially help others and stand up for his beliefs” to “scared guy who bravely facesdanger anyways for the sake of his friends and what’s right”

Roswell gets his own development,but you know, spoilers.

51. are they more humble or moreegotistical?

Humble, definitely

52. who would they be in a Disneymovie?

Derick would be snow White, justhappily traipsing through the woods with a flock of animals

Roswell would be the comedic sidekickor loyal animal companion

53. how many languages can theyspeak?

Just english

54. early-bird or night-owl?

Derick’s a night owl, and Roswell isboth since he never sleeps

55. how meme-y are they?

Derick would probably know more memesthan he’d like, because Carson and Lorelei would share them all with him.Roswell would be one of the meme-iest

56. how close are they to theirfamily?

Biological family? Derick’s not atall close, and Roswell is very close to Rosalyn.

57. do they have suicidal thoughtsor actions?

Derick kinda does but not like another oc of mine andRoswell doesn’t – he’s doing well

58. what is their preferred weapon?

Both can work a gun, but neitherlikes to fight (except I think I’m gonna give Derick a shield instead)

Thanks!!

#my ocs

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vargonautic · 7 years

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OC Interview

I ws tagged by @quizzikemen ^-^ Thanks for tagging me! <3

1. Pick an original character or muse!

Elashorei Lavellan :D No surprise there, really

2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were being interviewed for an article and you were the character/muse.

3. Tag people to do the same:

uhh okay let’s see here... @justanartsysideblog @lycheemilkart @scurvgirl

@my-beautiful-thief @kejj @nerdy-author

Only if you’d like, of course! ^-^

This is really lengthy, so under cut! <3

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

Elashorei. You can call me Ela, though. Easier for everyone

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

Uhm..? This is the name I go by, so... does it matter?

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

Because I wanted to... I'd prefer not talking about this, if that's alright.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

Taken. Married even.

5. DO YOU HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

Not really... I'm pretty good at communicating with animals and I can handle swords, but that's about it. I'm a quick learner, but I don't think that really counts? Does it?

6. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

Dark brown. Cullen insists they're "Golden green" and I'm still trying to figure out exactly what that means

7. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

White? Blonde? Cream?? I don't know, honestly, you tell me

8. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

I'm unsure of where my parents are, if they're alive, and my younger sister passed, so... Cullen, I guess?

9. I SEE… WHAT ABOUT PETS?

I have the dog with Cullen, and I had a cat once, but I had to leave him with Clan Lavellan. They'd better have taken care of him well

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

Porridge. What is even porridge? Looks like vomit, tastes kind of like vomit. Absolutely disgusting, can't even be saved with berries, and I thought everything was better with berries?? "It's good" Cullen said. "Try it." I'm never trusting anyone ever again.

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

I like taking care of wildlife, both plants and animals. And cooking, even though I'm not particularly good at it. I'm learning, though! I like drawing patterns too, but it's not really something I do a lot, just if I need to make time pass for a while

12. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

Yeah, I have. I never like it, and there's definitely some things I regret... But if it's someone who's actively trying to hurt me or people I love, I like to think they deserved it. Like Samson. Don't regret that very much.

13. EVER… KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

Yeah. It happens while you're fighting your enemies with a giant sword, you know, sometimes they die. And have ever only killed people who were trying to kill me first. Corypheus, for example, I would never kill someone just to kill them.

There's only been one death in my life that I regret.

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

Cat. Give me food, a warm blanket, and let my cuddle my husband, and I am as happy as can be

15. NAME ONE OF YOUR WORST HABITS.

Taking everything everyone says to heart.

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

I look up to a lot of different people for a lot of different reasons, but I think my biggest idol ever is Cullen. He's been through a lot but he's still standing, you know? I could talk about why forever but then I'll cry so let's stop now before it's too late

17. SEXUAL ORIENTATION?

Pansexual... But happily married, thank you.

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

No. All the clans I've been in have had some sort of education, though, so I've technically gone to school, I suppose

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

I have married already, and kids are... on the table. Soon, hopefully

20. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

Water. My sister drowned when I was thirteen.

21. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

Uh, lots of different things, this is difficult to answer... On a regular day, probably skinny trousers and a flowy shirt, preferably with buttons at the front

22. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

Yes, I do.

23. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH/MIDDLE/LOW)

I don't really like speaking of people in classes this way, but... I guess being the Inquisitor make me high class? That both makes me feel pretty good but it also makes me feel like an asshole

24. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

A lot more than I thought I ever would

25. THOUGHTS ON PIE?

Love it. Love it a lot. I have a weakness for sweet things

26. FAVORITE DRINK?

Herbal and lavender tea

27. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

I don't really have a specific place... In the forest. I love the forest. Otherwise wherever the people I love are

28. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

...I, um... I can't swim.

29. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN ANYONE?

Haven't I answered this like four times already? Yes, I am.

30. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE?

Listen I think you've got something wrong

31. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

It seems tall and insecure men. It seems I can't stop falling for them. Thankfully this one isn't that much of an asshole

32. AND WHAT ATTRACTS YOU?

I don't really know... Everyone's attractive in their own, different way. It's rare I see someone I actually think is unattractive

33. ANY FETISHES?

Yes. Let's leave it at that.

34. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

...why are you asking this?? How is this relevant?

Also, depends on the day.

35. CAMPING INDOORS OR OUTDOORS?

Indoors. Outdoors is nice and I love it, but at night it gets cold and the ground is really uncomfortable to sleep on

36. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

Yes, actually. I feel so exposed

#this was nice #x3 #if you have any questions about her feel free to ask!#<3 <3 #stuff i'm tagged in #Ela shits on your dash #Elashorei lavellan #Ela greatly approves

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eljokerbabey · 7 years

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Do all of them.

fuck you nick fine

200: My crush’s name is: haha she follows me so no199: I was born in: California 198: I am really: hella dope197: My cellphone company is: sprint, what the fuck kinda question196: My eye color is: brown195: My shoe size is: like 9194: My ring size is: I’m not sure193: My height is: 5′8192: I am allergic to: Absolutely Nothing191: My 1st car was: haha i can’t drive190: My 1st job was: Working for my dad I guess189: Last book you read: Interview With The Vampire188: My bed is: A mess187: My pet: 4 cats named Delilah, L.E., Perro, and Mallory186: My best friend: Michael Gregorio Trainstation, i think his name was, its been a while, he moved to idaho like 30 years ago185: My favorite shampoo is: that one from my childhood that looks like a fish184: Xbox or ps3: ecks bawks183: Piggy banks are: a metaphor for greed? I dunno, they’re neat182: In my pockets: nothin at the moment 181: On my calendar: many photos of my friend brenton180: Marriage is: something that requires a lot of thought179: Spongebob can: and will find you178: My mom: is the best177: The last three songs I bought were?176: Last YouTube video watched: probably a podcast175: How many cousins do you have?: at least 12? probably more, I have 9 uncles on my dads side alone, and most of them have kids, so174: Do you have any siblings? older brother, younger sister173: Are your parents divorced? nah 172: Are you taller than your mom? yes171: Do you play an instrument? I play a pretty sub par piano170: What did you do yesterday? kicked the shit out of my friends at party games[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: logically no, but 168: Luck: Yeah pretty much167: Fate: Sort of166: Yourself: ye165: Aliens: yep164: Heaven: I like to163: Hell: nope, well, not exactly162: God: in some form or another161: Horoscopes: nah 160: Soul mates: I like the idea159: Ghosts: Sure158: Gay Marriage: Hell yeah157: War: no bueno, unless its like, against some super actual evil I guess156: Orbs: I don’t know what this means, the shape? yes?155: Magic: sure[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: both? i can’t decide153: Drunk or High: Drunk152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Redheads150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate145: Night or Day: day144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges143: Curly or Straight hair:142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: I dunno138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and Poor, the fuck kinda question137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi, but only because cherry pepsi exists136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: I like to ignore my mortality mostly134: Singing or Dancing: as a thing for me to do; Singing, but I like watching other people dance 133: Coach or Chanel: I don’t uh, I don’t care132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who131: Small town or Big city: Small town130: Wal-Mart or Target: kmart, fuck you129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller128: Manicure or Pedicure: fuck if i know127: East Coast or West Coast: west coast126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers, sure124: Disney or Six Flags: I’m told that my answer should be disney, but i’ve never been to either123: Yankees or Red Sox: sport sport sport sport[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: Its bad121: George Bush: would make a pretty fun neighbor120: Gay Marriage: its good119: The presidential election: a trainwreck118: Abortion: none of my business117: MySpace: rip116: Reality TV: i used to be all about it115: Parents: pretty much the coolest114: Back stabbers: not good113: Ebay: an important step towards the existence of amazon112: Facebook: damn millenials 111: Work: another day another dollar, sir110: My Neighbors: santaman is pretty cool109: Gas Prices: haha i don’t drive108: Designer Clothes: hella107: College: expensive106: Sports: sport sport sport sport105: My family: pretty okay, there are lots104: The future: we’ll see what happens[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: yesterday probably102: Last time you ate: yesterday101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: saturday, I saw caylen, hadn’t seen him for a couple weeks100: Cried in front of someone: midway last year I think, I had a weird unexplained pretty bad panic attack out of nowhere99: Went to a movie theater: a few days ago, I saw Your Name, it was good98: Took a vacation: months ago probably97: Swam in a pool: I don’t remember96: Changed a diaper: Probably never95: Got my nails done: Never?94: Went to a wedding: I think my best friends was the last one I went to, it was august 2016 I guess?93: Broke a bone: Never92: Got a peircing: Never91: Broke the law: Couple weeks ago maybe?90: Texted: last night[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: too difficult everyone I know is hilarious88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my family87: The last movie I saw: Your Name, it was really good86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: leaving town for a bit, in the near future, to my friends in redding for a bit, in the later future, to fort bragg to camp 85: The thing im not looking forward to: potentially running into a specific person who I think hates me now 84: People call me: a pretty funny guy83: The most difficult thing to do is: let go of people82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: no81: My zodiac sign is: taurus80: The first person i talked to today was: Enrique79: First time you had a crush: Like first grade78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Michael Gorgon Trombone, i think his name was, my best friend, he moved to idaho like a hundred years ago77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Probably the other day76: Right now I am talking to: nobody75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I guess I want to go to school for psychology74: I have/will get a job: at some point73: Tomorrow: never dies72: Today: gonna hang out with a couple of chuckleheads i guess71: Next Summer: Who knows70: Next Weekend: I’ll have just gotten back into town and will probably go to a friends house to play boardgames69: I have these pets: cats, dogs68: The worst sound in the world: nail filing67: The person that makes me cry the most is: I dunno, I haven’t really cried in a while66: People that make you happy: all my friends and most of my family65: Last time I cried: like last year64: My friends are: interesting and cool63: My computer is: okay62: My School: will not be that bad61: My Car: haha i don’t drive60: I lose all respect for people who: hurt others59: The movie I cried at was: I don’t remember the last time I cried at a movie58: Your hair color is: Black, naturally, but I dyed it a different color for a while, which required bleaching, so its sorta fading into a weird light color now57: TV shows you watch: lots, i’ve been really into my hero academia lately56: Favorite web site: all websites are bad55: Your dream vacation: like a cabin somewhere in the mountains54: The worst pain I was ever in was: probably when my appendix burst53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium rare52: My room is: not utilized properly, its big, but its too messy and cluttered, gotta fix that at some point 51: My favorite celebrity is: i dunno, NPH or something 50: Where would you like to be: somewhere norther with someone I care about49: Do you want children: I’m neutral48: Ever been in love: yeah lots47: Who’s your best friend: michaelangelo Gardengnome Teatime, he moved to idaho an indeterminate amount of time ago46: More guy friends or girl friends: I have more guy friends than girl friends, if thats what this is asking45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when people tell me what my positive traits are, or mention that they thought of me, I guess44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Probably Mike Gatorade Turbulence, I always want to hang with that fool43: Do you have a 5 year plan: not really, more like a general idea42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: loosely41: Have you pre-named your children: I’ve thought of it, but like Idk if I’ll have kids40: Last person I got mad at: myself probably39: I would like to move to: somewhere north, washington or oregon maybe, on a large property thats mostly wilderness that I own, haha38: I wish I was a professional: entertainer, probably[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: recess cups I guess36: Vehicle: I think motorcycles are cool35: President: Teddy Roosevelt I guess34: State visited: I’ve only really visited Idaho so I guess it wins by default33: Cellphone provider: If I say anything other than sprint they’ll make me disappear32: Athlete: Usain Bolt is pretty cool31: Actor: I like Michael Fassbender lately, RDJ is also cool, this is a hard question30: Actress: this is a harder question I’ll just say betty white 29: Singer: probably Damien Verrett of The Speed of Sound in Seawater/So Much Light, or Sean Bonnette of AJJ28: Band: AJJ27: Clothing store: do thrift stores count26: Grocery store: i dunno i guess the one up the street25: TV show: Over The Garden Wall maybe24: Movie: I dunno, uh, I like Kung Fu Hustle a lot23: Website: the internet was a mistake22: Animal: cats, or crows21: Theme park: I don’t uh, I haven’t20: Holiday: Christmas or Halloween 19: Sport to watch: combat juggling18: Sport to play: does catch count17: Magazine: I dunno, national geographic or something16: Book: there’s too many I can’t answer this15: Day of the week: saturday I guess14: Beach: Caspar13: Concert attended: Golden Youth I think, is one that I went to, with my friend? its the only one I really remember, I don’t go to concerts really, I went to an Earth Wind and Fire concert as a little kid too I guess12: Thing to cook: Top Ramen is the height of my abilities11: Food: I dunno, pizza or something, whatever’s hip with the kids, no wait, sushi10: Restaurant: Ikkyu9: Radio station: whatever it is my mom listens to, classic rock?8: Yankee candle scent: I don’t know candle scent names so I’ll just come up with one; “Civilian Casualties”7: Perfume: uh, I don’t know perfume names so I’ll just come up with one “I never heard from her again”6: Flower: Uh, I like most of them5: Color: Blue, also I really like, oranges/reds in nature, like leaves, and hair, and stuff like that4: Talk show host: Eric Andre, but if we mean like actual talk shows, then Conan I guess3: Comedian: Dave Chappelle 2: Dog breed: I like many, maybe german shepards or border collies I dunno1: Did you answer all these truthfully? More or lessfuck you nick this took like 2 hours

#own post #ask #answered #mumbothejumbo #about #my life

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