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[rotationalsymmetry]

The post I'm bouncing ideas off of isn't letting me reblog it for some reason, but if I had to guess: most likely the idea of physical labor being good for you can appeal to people who haven't done physically demanding jobs because: for office drones and people who have been in school a lot (or unemployed for that matter) often they don't get enough physical movement and/or things that make you go "Oh! I did something! I can see that I did something!"

People need a balance of these things, and I got a total rush from picking up a couple cigarette butts in the local city park yesterday because when you've been exposing yourself to a lot of climate change -- cruelty to immigrants -- police violence -- transphobia -- whatever whatever whatever, big stuff that you can't fix by picking up a couple cigarette butts, being able to go "ok, I made a really tiny part of the world slightly better in a small but measurable way" makes the big abstract stuff seem a little bit less terrifying.

So people can follow the train of thought, "a little bit of physical labor (that wasn't really "labor" in the sense of being paid or for a boss) was good for me" and extrapolate to "'a lot more physical labor would be a lot better for me" and indeed "a lot more physical labor would be better for everyone." While of course people who have been working physically demanding jobs often need completely different things, like rest and decent working conditions and respect and quality health care and idk a heating pad or knee brace or something.

(Some of what people don't like about work is effort and some of what people don't like about work is the power/dehumanization stuff. Like when you're not allowed to use the tool that doesn't hurt your back and does the job just as well, or when you're not allowed to go at your own pace and take breaks as needed, or when the boss expects you to keep working through an injury. The former is intrinsic to stuff needing to get done, sometimes it can be reduced and sometimes it really can't. The latter is not.)

Like when I was doing Food Not Bombs a lot, sure it was a lot of effort and sometimes I got tired, because transporting stuff and cooking and cleaning are work. And doing it week after week after week gets old after a while. But if I got a small burn on my finger and wanted to stay away from the stove for a bit, or just didn't want to work that much and wanted to play computer games for a couple hours instead, or was sick and thought I shouldn't be working that day at all, I could just do that, and because I wasn't the only person putting in the work we'd still get the meal done. And while there are some downsides to the "people get to decide when and how they work" model (some days you get seven people in the kitchen and there's not enough for them all to do, some days you get two people and they have to bust ass) it really clarifies how much of the sucky parts of "work" are not actually intrinsic to "getting things done".

[puppycheesecake]

hi there can you please upload your townie makeovers please :) or upload on gallery thanksssssssss

I don't upload to the gallery because I use too much CC, and there's no easy way to include it.

I do share Tray files, but it's a time consuming and not super fun process packaging it all together and uploading it. My computer is old and my internet is slow.

I've done a lot of townie makeovers; there's just no way I could upload them all. I don't have enough time in the day. If there's a specific one you're looking for, I can add it to my to-do list, but understand I'm dealing with a lot of sucky life stuff right now so it just isn't a priority.

Also some Sims I don't share for personal reasons.

All that said, you can still ask for a specific Sim--just be understanding of my limitations.

[crookes-library]

Tag Game: fandom edition

Thanks for the tag @ulfrsmal 💙💙

your name: for tumblr...crookes

your first fandom(s): Naruto I think was the first one I really sought out on the internet because no-one at school read it

your current fandom(s): I'm not totally active or contributing in a lot lately because my energy is being sucked up by sucky stuff! but I like to think I'm still in the last kingdom fandom and I always love the untamed and beyond evil and I'm a lil newbie to the locked tomb fandom I guess

how did you first get into fandom: I dunno really, I was the weird kid at school and spent my time on the family computer trying to find people into the same stuff as me? lol, a lot of forums initially, especially when I started reading manga

how long have you been engaging with fandom space?: 17-18yrs maybe?

how often do you read fanfics?: honestly like not for a good while, like over a year cause stuff but I read a couple griddlehark fics recently that I loved! And I'm always a champion of fanfic in general

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): from the ones I named uhtred, wei wuxian and gideon nav are forever faves

have you ever written a fic for fandom? if so, shout it out!: for sure, started on ff.net when I was a teenager lol, you can find me as crookes on ao3 now

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom?: y'know for someone who took AS level art and had an ongoing feud with the art teacher cause she was super like my mum (and the math teacher who liked me told me the art teacher bitched about me in the staff room for being stubborn) I cannot draw for my fucking life so no

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: honestly like high-fiving you ulfrsmal about trans headcanons because like my biggest like close to my heart headcanon about tlk is that Aethelflaed was genderqueer, there's a small line in one of the books and I can't even remember which now, that says she kept the binder of the Saint that inspired her geese flag as a religious relic and the story does v much set up Aethelflaed as like the more ideal heir of Alfred as the stronger, better strategist and its all v mcr you should've raised a babygirl I should have been a better son pressure to be more like a male heir who could inherit the crown and general gender confusion, I could literally write a whole tumblr essay on it but!

you're trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: oof for my most recent fandom the classic pool scene for griddlehark in the 1st book 'I've lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and god knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.' ... like what can I say, I'm a sucker for complicated devotion

and finally, what does fandom mean to you?: friendship, kinship, a place to belong, sure there's some people who are fuckin awful or exhausting but you get to choose who makes up your fandom experience so chat to who you vibe with and block who deals you psychic damage , its a big old soup, swim for the tasty bits ✌️

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Speaking of ghosts and shit. The place I just moved out of was right down the road from a graveyard. I would always joke about ghosts and hauntings, but never really knew if I actually believed it them.

Que moving into this house. Light in the laundry room always turning themselves on. I just chalked not up to me not remembering that I turned it on. The washing machine lid being open so it didn’t run after the machine filled with water. I always put the lid down right after starting it because I knew it wouldn’t work. Again, just chalked it up to a faulty memory.

What actually made me believe was my son and I were in the living room talking and watching TV. He had just changed the pop socket on his phone and the old one was on the table. As we are talking, the pop sucky threw itself violently against the wall from the table. Neither of us touched it, and if we had, we would have seen the other do it.

Yeah, sounds like you might have possibly had something in the house. In the dorm I lived in for four years there was one room that definitely had something in it, and that manifested a lot in lights, radios, computers turning themselves on, like at bizarre times around 2 or 3 a.m., often when no one was in the room. I lived right next to that room one year and had so many nights of getting woken up around 3 a.m. by the radio in the room coming on when the girl who lived in the room wasn't there. I doubled checked with her to make sure there wasn't some kind of alarm function on the radio that might have turned it on. There wasn't. She also had everything on surge strips, so it shouldn't have been a power surge problem.

[deityofhearts]

y’all know how on old computers your internet would be really slow and sucky so you could open and drag a browser/pop up around your screen and just have a chaotic mess? that is what I feel like rn that’s my brain

[longipad]

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[shirecorn]

how about 17 and 24? what inspires you and how do you deal with art block?

Long post warning.

Art block...

I don't actually get art block, which is probably a combination of neurodivergence and drawing every day for the last 3 years

I wrote an entire tutorial about how to do that, but didn't feel like illustrating it. Would people want to read it even without visuals?

Maybe... I'll just start rambling.

There's a couple different types of art block, and it's really just a philosophy puzzle to get past them. I'm going to assume that the things I think of slow days, or art mud, is a milder form of art block and work through that.

Art block is a symptom, not a disease. You probably have something deep inside that you don't want to face, or don't know how. Sometimes you need to discover the cause, sometimes just power through.

Method 1: Rest

Let yourself just Exist. The act of consuming art is part of the process. Watching shows and playing games, taking a break and going gardening or focus on school. This is what you need for burnout-induced art block.

Method 2: Action

I always choose action, sometimes it means a tiny 2 min sketch per day. Ugly or super simplified. As long as I don't stop moving.

Toss everything. Start every piece thinking you will throw it away.

The act of drawing moves you forward; pinning it to the fridge does not. Don't work things until they are perfect. Work them until they are there.

Art block causes and solutions:

- No Inspiration

Not sure what to draw, nothing seems appealing. Art won't come out like it used to.

Do studies from life or photos. Sketch, paint, digital, traditional, doesn't matter. Rocks, fruit, figure drawing, landscapes, buildings, anything.

Study and copy professional's work. Old masters are best, like rubens, michalangelo (only his men tho) etc because they will teach you anatomy while you work. If you copy someone with a lot of flaws, you will repeat those flaws.

Trace to learn, not to earn. Trace photography and art from anyone you want. Don't post it unless you have the artist's permission or they are dead, whichever comes first. This is strictly work for yourself, on yourself. It's not about the finished drawing.

Find an artist with a fun style and try converting stuff into their style. Don't make that your new style though and especially don't start selling it. Your style is a chimera of everyone you love, not a clone of one person.

Take blurry photos. You don't need a fancy camera or good skills or beautiful subjects. Doing studies from your own photos can spark life into your workflow.

Make challenges for yourself. Randomly generate things to combine. Try fusing characters! Don't try to make it look good, just be fun.

Doodle patterns, swirls, lines, random stuff. Try looking up art warmups and doing some of those.

- Everything Sucks

You finally see how bad you are. Or somehow you got worse. Every piece is a fight and you spend hours trying to get something right only for it to be stiff and disgusting and STILL wrong.

Why are you trying to draw good? It's enough just to draw.

Accept that your art is bad. Every artist can see flaws in their work. Your problem is that those flaws outweigh anything remotely worthwhile and hurt to look at.

So what? You're in a period of growth, not a period of production. Keep that wonky second eye. Let them have hot dog fingers.

Show everyone! Show no one! No piece of art can ever be a reflection of the artist. Not their worth, not their skill. The only thing your art says about you is "Held and moved a pen for a bit."

Make bad art. It's ok. Most of the time, the pressure to perform and get things Right is what made them wrong in the first place. Relax.

- No Motivation

The #1 killer of artists everywhere. On some level you think you should draw, on every other level you think you should stay in bed.

You are not lazy. You wouldn't have read this far in a post about art block if you were lazy. You wouldn't CALL it art block if you were lazy. Laziness is wishing you didn't have to do anything. A block is wishing you were doing something. If you think you can namecall Yourself into productivity again, you're wrong and You need to unionize so that you don't treat You like that anymore.

Consider Mental Illness. Losing interest in something that brought you joy can be a symptom of depression. I know it seems obvious, but if you're waiting for a sign that it's "bad enough," it's bad enough. Seek care if you have the means. Forgive yourself if you already know this.

Selfcare. Examine yourself for neglect. Nutrition, exercise, enrichment, social need, and sleep are all part of the art process. Eat three meals and sleep 8 hours. That's your gaymer fuel. You deserve it, I promise. Depriving yourself of your needs will make your blocks worse, not kick you into making them better.

Identify potholes. Sketchbook falling apart? Tablet cord frayed? Half your pencils missing? Chair uncomfortable? Desk hard to reach? There's a lot of things that you tell yourself to work around and get over. Just because you CAN workaround something, doesn't mean you SHOULD. A difficult work environment can cause secret dread deep inside that you don't recognize and just think you're lazy. What you think of as "no motivation" might actually be "I don't want to deal with my tablet disconnecting every time I move it wrong and I have to wiggle it for a few seconds to make it work again." These little things are like potholes in the road. Sure you CAN still drive through them, but eventually you're going to look up and realize you haven't voluntarily left the house in weeks.

Repair potholes and roadblocks. You might feel bad about buying a new pencil, headphones, tablet, car, etc because technically the old one works if you hustle. But if you're running into so many potholes you've ground to a halt, it doesn't Actually work anymore, does it? Invest, save up, request, and require working equipment and suitable conditions. This stuff isn't just cushy privilege, it's an investment in yourself and your art. You are worth the effort it takes to clear the way. If you can't afford reliable (reliable! not perfect or luxurious) equipment, then say it. If cardboard is all you can afford, draw on cardboard. But know that you deserve canvas, and one day you might be able to make the jump. Acknowledge that sometimes, if you don't have it in you to smear burned twigs on wet cardboard, the problem isn't motivation, but opportunity.

- Haven't Drawn in So Long

A unique type of art block that self perpetuates. The thought of starting again is so stressful you can't do it. Or maybe you'll do it tomorrow. Yeah. Tomorrow for sure.

Face your fears. Are you ashamed of your lack of drawing? Are you anthropomorphizing your paper and thinking it's going to judge you, like "oh NOW you come back >:/" I internalize voices I hear and project them onto other people, concepts, locations, and inanimate objects. Your paper, computer, WIPs folder.... none of that is judging you.

Reframe your WIPs. Do you feel shame when you see "unfinished" projects? Why? Who says you MUST bring everything you start to Finish? You don't have to. A sketch is a finished art piece; it's called a sketch! If a sketch is a fully realized creation, pages that are half colored, 75% lined, or partially rendered are all fully realized creations too. Unless paid otherwise, art is done when you're done working on it.

Lower the stakes. Draw a chibi or grab some crayons. Get messy and slowly ease yourself back into the flow over the course of a couple days. It's fine.

Get a buddy! Find an art meme, do an art trade, get a study subject, or just wing it. Drawing art alongside someone can help you get past that block.

Pretend you never stopped. Don't think about the gap, how long it's been, or rustiness. As far as anyone knows, you drew the mona lisa yesterday and didn't break a sweat. Today, you drew a starfish on your hand with a gel pen. Keep up that streak, good job!

Just keep drawing. Make a goal to do one sucky drawing per day on the back of a napkin. Don't make up for missed days, just pretend they didn't happen. Who's going to judge you? The calendar? That's pieces of paper; it doesn't have an opinion. Draw a cat on it. Done. Keeping up the momentum is a great way to prevent art blocks in the future.

TLDR: Draw imperfectly and toss it. Selfcare is king. Draw often and don't judge yourself.

Art is a process, not a product.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Getting It In

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: Something short, sweet, and spicy with a sucky ending for ya! Enjoy🙃

Ever since quarantine began in March, you and Harry were constantly trying to get it in. Before the Styles family was confined to the house, the kids would be in school all day which meant that you and Harry had the entire house to yourselves. Furthermore, when you two weren’t insanely busy throughout the day, you and Harry were able to soak up every ounce of each other in any position and in any part of the house until 2:30 pm. But per usual, some good things must come to an end. Now neither of you were complaining about the family time with the little ones. You two loved your bubs to pieces and it was so great to be at home and spend quality time together as a family. It’s just that 24 hours, 7 days a week, for 7 months was a really long time. During the day when either Harry or yourself (mainly Harry of course) wanted to engage in one of you guys’ coveted sexscapades, there was a process involved. It couldn’t be at the drop of a dime when either of you were feeling frisky, there was a checklist in both of your minds that had to be completed before anything happened.

For starters, you and Harry had to find a way to preoccupy the two 5 year olds that were in your care. Since they were at home and you two were not only parents but now teachers as well, you and Harry were tasked with staying on top of their education and finding activities that could keep the twins preoccupied for a short amount of time. Once that was taken care of, you and Harry had to then sneak off to a part of they house that was secluded yet still in reach just in case there was an emergency. After that, the two of you had to rip off and undo each other’s clothes off in a quick and quiet manner. Luckily, the two of you had taken up sweats and T-shirts as your normal everyday attire, so it was pretty easy to get everything off and get down to business. And even though you two were enjoying every second of being together because those moments were few and far between at times, you and Harry  were doing your best to be alert and ready to spring into action for the kids that were just around the corner.

In the beginning of quarantine, and all the way up until about June, you and Harry were practically glued to the two children. They were in their first year of school and needed the utmost attention at all times. And for the most part, the twins were never alone; there was always at least one of you with them to help out. The only times you two had the opportunity(if you could even call it that) to get some time alone in was during the block of time you guys let them watch tv, when they were playing with their toys or coloring, and when they took their naps. The prime times of early in the morning along with the time after they were put to bed was out of the question considering the fact that you both were exhausted after running around the house taking care of it and the small children that were running around in it. Once you and Harry hit the bed, it was lights out. And they stayed out until your alarms blared so that the two of you could get the kids up and get the day started.

Now from June to August, things were a bit better when it came to yours and Harry’s sex life. Even though the kids were on summer vacation and you two were completely in charge of their daily activities, you were able to give them more time to spend doing fun things that needed less supervision. You two were still actively spending time with them for the majority of the day but you still made sure to have activities in place just in case you and Harry were in the mood. Neither of you were complete fans of plopping them down in front of the television, but when you two were itching for some type of contact you and Harry did what you had to do. There were also little projects for them to do that would occupy their time and allow for you guys to sneak away. You and Harry even went as far as to tire them out early so that by midday they’d be ready for a nap and you two could hop into bed yourselves. And when you both still had a sliver energy left once the little ones were put to bed, you and Harry would wind the rest of the way down in each other. That is, if there weren’t two little bodies crammed between the two of you. Overall, the summer went pretty well for you and Harry in terms of getting it in. Cravings were satisfied and family memories were made.

Fast forward to now and things were still on this steady terrain. The new school year has begun and the twins were now in first grade which meant that you and Harry can step back a little bit and do other things. And other things meant each other. After getting the two children put together and seated in front of their computers that were in a room right off from the living room, you and Harry clean up the kitchen from breakfast before getting yourselves together one at a time just in case the kids needed a little help. Once you were done taking care of/getting a start on some chores around the house along with getting a little head start on lunch and Harry was done with a meeting he had over zoom, the both of you were in need of a little mommy and daddy time. The only thing you two had in the past week that was remotely close to that was a quick makeout session in the kitchen last night while the twins washed their hands before dinner. When the two of you meet in the kitchen, it’s like your minds are instantly synched and you both are on the exact same page. Harry wastes zero time coming over and sweeping you up off your feet and onto the counter behind you. He also wastes no time bringing his mouth to yours in a hurried manner. Your hands immediately gravitate to the sides of his face to pull him down closer to you, and his gravitate down to your hips so that he could tug you closer to the edge, bringing him further between your legs.

“Need you so bad baby.” Harry mumbles against your lips as he begins to bring them down to your neck. 

“But what if they hear us?” You ask him through your soft moans. Despite wanting him more than ever right now, you were terrified at the thought of your children walking in on their parents. The last thing you wanted was to scar them for life. 

“C’mon babe, they have their headphones on they won't hear me pounding into you.” He reassures through his kisses to your neck. “Plus i made sure i got the noise cancelling headphones for them." He continues, wanting to make sure you know that everything’s fine. 

“Alright, but we have to be quick and quiet.” You oblige, giving in and letting Harry take the lead in making you both feel good. 

Keeping you on the counter in front of him, Harry hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats to pull them down from your waist. You urgently lift your hips up from the counter so that he could pull them off.  Since the two of you were in a bit of a crunch, Harry doesn’t even bother pulling your shirt off and he goes right into shoving his own pants down his legs. He keeps his underwear and sweats pooled at his ankles just in case. Once you both are both undressed from the waist down, Harry hooks his fore finger into the bottom of your panties and pulls them to the side to expose your pussy. From where he was standing above you, he could see your glistening folds perfectly and he was even more in need of getting inside of you. Before he actually pushes in, he pulls himself back a bit before bending down and licking a wide stripe up your folds to collect some of your juices on his tongue. He then sucks on your clit a little and comes back up to push into you.

“Ready baby?”Harry asks softly to you, bringing his other hand down to tug at his stiff cock a bit. 

“Please Harry!” You huff impatiently, needing him to push into you. Prompted by your urgent response, Harry moves in closer to you, lining his cock up with your damp entrance and beginning to push into your cunt. “Oh my- fuck” You breathe out, feeling his cock stretching your walls to fit his cock inside.

“So fucking tight” Harry grunts lowly, feeling himself being engulfed by your warmth. After about a week of not being inside you, this was absolute heaven. After continuing to push his cock as deep into you as possible, Harry gives you about a second or two to adjust before he’s quickly moving his hips back and forth into you. The way he rocked his hips into you was unmatched. He continuously pushed his cock into you again and again as you tired to keep your moans at bay. You were digging your nails into Harry’s wrist and biting into your lower lip as you took him all the way inside. You weren’t the only one who was fully immersed in the pleasure while trying their hardest not to moan out loud, Harry too was struggling. He could almost guarantee that your walls were lined in the softest and smoothest velvet. Nothing could top the feeling of your walls against his cock. You were squeezing him and whining about how good it felt while he did the same above you. 

As he continued to pound into you, Harry could feel his release bubbling up inside of him. He was beginning to feel tingles all over his body and he could feel a warm tightening sensation in the pit of his stomach. To pull you closer to the edge with him, Harry extends his thumb out to circle it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he does this, you feel the sensations traveling through your body and you can feel your release nearing. When you begin to lift your hips a bit up into his thrusts along with clenching around him, Harry begins to go harder. He wanted to pound you both into your releases. And that he did. With only a few hard thrusts, Harry sends you both into the downward spiral of your releases. You both were shaking a little as you held back your moans as you two let go. Your walls were contacting heavily around Harry’s cock as you came and Harry was gushing into you as he let go. After riding the tidal waves of your releases, Harry lets go of your panties and lowers himself down onto your body that was lying on the counter, bringing his mouth down to smear a kiss onto yours. You don’t even hold back, you were a bit loopy from what just happened that you just went for it. Your lips and tongue languidly moved against his as the two of you continued to “cool down” after your releases. But as if it was right on time, you both hear a small voice calling out to your both for some assistance.

“At least we got a good round in.” Harry hums optimistically against your lips, giving you one last peck before lifting himself back up. 

“Yeah, hopefully we can do it again sometime.” You joke, not even bothering to try and lift yourself up. 

“Hopefully.” Harry whispers back with a smile as he slowly pulls his cock from you. “Now I’ll be right back to clean you up, alright?” Harry asks, bending down to pull his underwear and sweats back up.

“Mhm.” You reply simply.  

“I love you.” Harry whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too.” You smile, continuing to lay back against the counter, hoping that you’d regain enough feeling to have yourself back to normal once Harry comes back. 

Even though you and Harry were always horny and looked for ways to sneak away from your kids, neither of you could get enough of being together as a family 24/7.

Masterlist

[finleycannotdraw]

Guess what? I’m re-binge-reading Good Omens. And here are some Obervations that I forgot about and some things I might put in fics. Also things I found funny. Basically my dumb commentary on the book.

Crowley actually flees Sister Mary. He doesn’t saunter vaguely away. He flees.

Ligur is rather more thoughtful than he’s portrayed in the show

Anathema likes to read about herself, and her teachers are confused because she spells words like Agnes Nutter

Crowley apologizes

By page 41, it is mentioned at least twice that Aziraphale and Crowley Do Not choose each other’s company for any reason other than that they are constants, that they have an Arrangement, and that they are Friends because being Enemies got boring.

Aziraphale blushes!!!!!!

The Drunk Scene is fuckin hilarious and it’s actually a lot longer than it is in the show, and really you ought to read it. (Book pages 47-50)

My mom (who has a PhD in human development) would probably like to talk to Crowley about upbringing because they seem to agree on how important it is

War has always looked 25, and had a vulture that died of fatty degeneration

Pollution is very cleverly compared to actual pollution

Warlock has Kermit the frog overalls, and Nanny Ashtoreth is described as someone who “advertises unspecified but strangely explicit services in certain magazines”. The tutors are present for about four paragraphs. Warlock is good at math and likes banana flavored bubblegum.

Crowley has a slice of angel cake. Aziraphale eats it. Aziraphale also eats deviled eggs. Hm.

Crowley calls Aziraphale angel casually enough to suggest he’s been doing it for a long time

Some girl at Warlock’s party calls Aziraphale a f*ggot

Crowley glares suspiciously at a gerbil. It is suggested that Hell has, in the past, sent hell-gerbils in place of hellhounds.

“Oh dear,” muttered Aziraphale, not swearing with the practiced ease of one who has spent six thousand years not swearing, and who wasn’t going to start now.

Adam and his friends play in a place called The Pit, where shopping carts go to die, apparently

Crowley is the first one to mention sides in the book!??!? Also Crowley goes on about how humans are more evil than Hell (but he calls himself evil—is he calling himself human already?)

Aziraphale yells “get off the road, you clown!”

“What’s a velvet underground?” *love confession???* “you wouldn’t like it”

Aziraphale is a bit rude to Crowley in the “flashes of love” scene and Crowley is less panicked about it

Crowley glares at the Bentley and it fixes itself

Anathema’s bike is called Phaeton

COULD THEY ACT ANY MORE MARRIED OH MY GOD

Aziraphale speaks like. Like ugh. “FlOUndeR on tHe rOcKS of inEquiTY”

“Thirty seconds later someone shot both of them. With incredible accuracy.” *cuts to a random pleasant story about Mary Hodges* *cuts back to where Aziraphale has fallen into a rhododendron and Crowley licks the paint before he knows it’s paint* dumbasses

Crowley does not slam Aziraphale into the wall

Crowley is actually pretty impatient and doesn’t argue with Aziraphale when he’s worried

“Nothing but dust and fundamentalists” “that was nasty” “sorry, couldn’t help it”

When the radio sings “Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,” Crowley sings “for me” and then screams

Crowley asks Aziraphale if he’ll keep in touch, and Aziraphale doesn’t say tickety-boo, and then Crowley says “right” and feels very alone

the international express man is small and has glasses, and wears green woolen socks

The sword, which turns out to be Aziraphale’s, is described as having an aura of hatred and menace, which makes me think of how it could’ve gotten that aura from Heaven or from humanity or from War...

In the book Pepper has red hair and freckles, which makes it a cool comparison to War’s appearance and the defeat of War

Adam is excellent at slouching, apparently

Occasionally, as Aziraphale reads the book, he would very nearly swear

“He wouldn’t have said ‘that’s weird’ if a flock of sheep had cycled past playing violins.”

“If you had told him there were children starving in Africa he would’ve been flattered that you’d noticed.”

“...that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.” (151)

Wensleydale watches David Attenborough programs

Shadwell’s voice is described as “the color of an old raincoat” and seems to fake smoking cigarettes

Aziraphales cocoa is moldy and solidified by the time he calls Arthur Young, and has a thin layer of dust on himself too

Newt says that the walls look like nicotine and the floor looks like cigarette ash, and he suspects both are, actually, coated with these substances

Newt looks a bit like Clark Kent, and people seem to like Shadwell for some reason, much to his annoyance.

Aziraphale calls Shadwell “dear boy” on the phone

Agnes Nutter called God a daft old fool #goals

Adam is wayyyy too good at video games

Smelling Anathema’s perfume makes Newt uncomfortable

Adam suggests that Pepper ought to have Russia cause of her red hair (huh)

Anathema and Newt actually have decent conversations?? Like?? Show??? C’mon, man. The show kinda butchered their relationship.

Trees, apparently, make a ‘vvrooooommm’ sound when they grow very fast

“He suspected that Crowley was from the Mafia, or the underworld, although he would have been surprised how right he nearly was.” Shadwell also thought Aziraphale was a Russian spy. Wow, Shadwell.

Aziraphale calls Crowley and actually says “shut up” to him, and then when the answering machine beeps, he tells Crowley to “stop making noises” and then he swears for the first time ever.

The fuckin’ footnote on page 227

“A sleek computer was the sort of thing Crowley felt that the sort of human he tried to be would have.” I like the word choice here. He’s not pretending to be a human, he’s trying to be one. That’s a really important distinction.

It never actually says what Crowley does to his plants.

Crowley’s flat is very white. Wow, Crowley. It just looks dark because of the lighting. Heaven imagery and symbolism out my ears, goddammit.

Why does Hell say Crowley’s name so much when talking to him?? Honestly, I think that’s an intentional dig at his chosen name, using it in their speech to scare him. Wow, Hell. (And wow, Finn, excellent sentence)

Whenever the book says something is shaped like something, it definitely isn’t that thing. “man-shaped” “dog-shaped” “car-shaped”... makes it pretty obvious they aren’t men, dogs, or cars, huh.

The code to Crowley’s safe is 4004. The year he “slithered onto this stupid, marvelous planet”... and the year he met Aziraphale, of course. Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, Crowley, my dude.

Crowley consideres sticking Hastur into his car until he turns into Freddie Mercury but then decides even he isn’t that cruel

Actual text that I feel like nobody really agrees with: “Madame Tracy was by many yardsticks quite stupid”

“Do I look like I run a bookshop?” “...imagine me out of uniform, sir, and what kind of man would you see before you? Honestly?” “A prat.”

I’m crying. The fucking bookshop fire scene made me fucking cry. I’m literally crying.

“...on all fours in the blazing bookshop, Crowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below.” “The police and firemen looked at him, saw the expression on his face, and stayed exactly where they were.” “...a crack of thunder so loud it hurt....” *the sound of Finley sobbing into their cat*

The shortest biker in the cafe thing is 6′2, what the fuck

War, Famine, Pollution, and Pop Trivia 1962-1979

“Pollution removed his helmet and shook out his long white hair. He had taken over when Pestilence, muttering about penicillin, had retired in 1936. If only the old boy had known what opportunities the future had held.” HMMMMMMMMMMM

“There were no bitches in Hell either.” I know it’s talking about female dogs, but I rather thought Hell was full of bitches.

“Why are you talking like a poofter?” “Ah. Australia.”

“gOsh, aM i on teLEviSiON?” (Basically Aziraphale gets passionate about stuff and likes to talk).

Crowley is actually an optimist and doesn’t dwell too much on how sucky the world is. He doesn’t go get smashed in a bar. He just finds Aziraphale’s notes in the book and heads to Tadfield. And also, his new pair of sunglasses just... materializes out of his eyes. And he likes to whistle.

“Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking to Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty to Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You’ve Given Them A Good Thumping But Secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People traveled with them.”

“on top of the pile a rather large octopus waved a languid tentacle at them. The sergeant resisted the temptation to wave back.” Honestly dude, if an octopus waved at me I’d wave back.

Wait Agnes was apparently talking to Shadwell and not God when she said yowe daft old foole. I dunno

Madame Tracy: You old silly. Shadwell: 

Aziraphale does not know how to get rid of demons. Canonically. “Had never done other to get rid of demons than to hint to them very strongly that he, Aziraphale, had some work to be getting on with, and wasn’t it getting late? And Crowley always got the hint.”

The road to Hell is paved with frozen door to door salesmen, apparently. The question is where it is, because the demons always seem to just stem out of the ground.

“Heigh ho,” said Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway. I love this sentence during that scene. 

I bet Hastur gets really mad whenever he hears Aziraphale’s voice from now on

Crowley isn’t breathing the entire burning Bentley scene

ADAM. SAID. “But I reckon you can make your own side” AND WE FUCKIN IGNORED IT?

The temperature above the M25 was simultaneously 700ºC and -140ºC which makes me think of something I read about magenta not being real. The M25 is magenta.

I feel like “Agnes” is just going to become an inside joke between Anathema and Newt at this point, and it will drive Crowley insane because he knows who she is but somehow still doesn’t get the joke.

I’m six inches taller than R.P. Tyler, and apparently according to the back sleeve of the book jacket, I’m very similar in height to Neil Gaiman

R.P. Tyler thought Shadwell was a ventriloquist’s dummy, and then sees cows doing somersaults

“That’s terrific. Much obliged,” said Crowley. — “Funny weather we’re having, isn’t it?” “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” “Probably because your car is on fire.” .... Also the fact that Crowley looks like a young man which I find interesting.

“The Four Button-Pressers of the Apocalypse”

“Where is Armageddon, anyway?” “I’ve always meant to look that up.” “There’s an Armageddon, Pennsylvania”

Famine is the one that says “that’s one big avocado”, and also, I find it interesting that War, more than once, talks about love. (All is fair in love and war much?)

Anathema threatens the guard with a stick, pretending it’s a gun

Aziraphale, of course, asks Crowley to sort it out because he, Aziraphale, is “the nice one” and then proceeds to sort it out himself. Because of course he does. Because what else could he possibly do.

I just ADORE THIS BOOK OKAY

I’M PROBABLY GOING TO READ IT AGAIN IN A MONTH

Aziraphale and Crowley are so fuckin married I can’t

[beautifulmakkaris]

UM UM UM BESTIE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU I WANNA READ THAT BTVS FIC!!! I LITERALLY LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AHAHAHAHAH. OMG THE CLAW OR HISTORICAL SOCIETY AS THE LIBRARY AHHH OMG YES EVERYTHING ABOUT IT!!!

ANON!!!! this ask made me so happy!! here's a snippet because you brought me so much joy:

A quick trip to the local library and a skim through the Yellow Pages directs Nancy to a old townhouse; the stairs are creaky as she makes her way onto the porch, but other than that the place looks well-kept, worn and lived in and humming with life.

A dark haired girl answers the door with a beaming smile. “Hi!”

“Hi.” Nancy says back, slightly uneasy at the cheer. She used to be peppy too; she had pep in spades in high school, doled out in her cheerleading uniform through the corridors and on the edge of the football pitch. That was before, naturally, before she spent most nights patrolling graveyards, tanked her grades, got kicked off the team and then (“allegedly!” Carson’s voice says in her head) burnt down the school gym the night of senior prom. “I’m Nancy Drew and-“

The girl squeals, tugging her inside instantly, through to a parlour type room. A large desk stands in the centre, with books piled high, leather-bound and worn but clearly well looked after. There are some armchairs, a beautiful fireplace and, in one corner, a smaller desk with a state of the art Mackintosh computer. Behind said computer is a guy, possibly a few years older than Nancy, typing away at an impressive speed, the keyboard clacking rhythmically beneath his fingers.

“I’m Bess,” The girl introduces herself. “That’s Ace. We intern here.”

Ace doesn’t look phased by Bess’ presence or her volume, looking away from the screen with an amiable smile and a vague wave before diving back in.

“He’s computer guy.” Bess adds conspiratorially, as though Nancy is supposed to understand what that means.

She offers a half-hearted smile, still taken aback by the welcome. “Yeah, so I think someone delivered this card to my house?” She holds up the crisp white paper emblazoned with the logo that hangs over the door to the building: The Horseshoe Bay Historical Society.

“Oh! That was me!” Bess gushes. “Hannah asked me to make sure you knew to come here.”

“Hannah?” Nancy questions, heart sinking; she knows she usually keeps to herself more than the average human being (for excellent reasons such as she attracts bitey-bitey, sucky-sucky monsters) but meeting three new people on her first day in town is already feeling like Too Much. With Bess around, she's only managed to spit out a handful of words but they still feel like more than she's spoken in weeks, choosing to greet her dad with reproachful silence and ignore the rest of the world.

“She’s the Keeper of the Historical Society.” Bess demonstrates with a flourish of her arm, then drops her voice conspiratorially. “And she’s training me to be a witch.”

Nancy feels a flare of panic bolt down her spine like an electric shock. Absolutely not. No way. She refuses to be caught up in this world of demons and goblins and boogeymen again. As much as Carson’s relentless false optimism is grating on her, she does want Horseshoe Bay to be a fresh start – for her. One free of magic and all the responsibilities it brought crashing down on her shoulders just because some old white dudes from England said it should be so.

“Haha.” She laughs, aiming for dry and landing somewhere around shrill. “A witch? Like magic? That’s not real. Haha.”

The guy – Ace - looks over from the chunky Mackintosh computer he’s typing away at, clearly bemused by her reaction. He’s got a cap on backwards over shoulder length hair and an oversized patterned shirt, every inch the typical skater bro Nancy very much did not associate with in high school.

“Aren’t you supposed to be, like, the expert on that stuff?” He asks.

“Stuff?” Nancy repeats. “I don’t know about stuff.”

“You know,” He pushes up from the desk, meanders over to sling an arm over Bess’ shoulders. He looks entirely out of place here, scuffed sneakers on antique carpets, but seems comfortable. “Vampires, werewolves, demons, other assorted creatures that go bump in the night.”

“Werewolves are just humans. They’re not dangerous as long as you take precautions.” Nancy says reflexively and Ace grins.

“See. You’re expert girl.”

Nancy takes several steps back from the pair of them because their joint energy is way too much for her right now and she actually might have a panic attack if one more magical entity is invoked in this conversation. The last year people have been holding her at arm’s length, first out of pity for her mother’s death, then out of fear because she’s the crazy girl who lashed out and destroyed the school gym.

“No, no, I’m not, I’m-“

“Nancy Drew.” An older woman steps gracefully into the room, another leather-bound book cradled tenderly in scarred arms. Noticing Nancy’s gaze drawn to the burned skin, she smiles ruefully. “Fire is deadly to vampires as you know, but its pretty damaging for humans too.”

Ashamed, Nancy shakes her head; she’s so overwhelmed that she’s forgetting basic manners now, not that she’s had much use for those recently.

“I’m Hannah.” The new arrival introduces, smiling warmly. “I’m your new Watcher.”

“Oh. Oh no. No, thanks.” Nancy laughs awkwardly. “I was just telling these guys - I don’t do that anymore.”

“But you’re the Chosen One.” Hannah presses, clutching the thick tome to her chest, scarred hands almost obscuring the title written in swirling cursive: Vampyres.

The sight of it sends a shudder down Nancy’s spine, memories of frigid nights patrolling cemeteries, the snick of vampire teeth snapping closed inches from her neck. That inevitably leads her down the memory rabbit hole of that night, when she’d told her parents she was at the Winter Formal but in reality had been tracking down a nest of vampires to their root, determined to make sure they couldn’t claim any more victims, found herself way over her head and stumbled home, bruised and aching, only to find her mom had-

Gone.

“No. I’m not.” Nancy backs up. “I’m un-chosen. I don’t want it anymore. I never did!”

Hannah smiles at her sympathetically, sadly, and for half a second Nancy wonders if Hannah might know something about living a fate you never asked for.

Hannah smiles at her sympathetically. “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Nancy. We all have our burdens to bear.”

“Yeah, well most nineteen-year-old girls don’t have the burden of vampire slaying!” Nancy can feel herself getting hysterical, hot tears building out of resentment and anger and frustration. “I didn’t ask for this!”

“Most nineteen-year-old girls also don’t have us.” Bess pipes in with surprising gentleness. At Nancy’s raised eyebrows, she gestures between herself, Ace and Hannah. “Magic girl, computer guy, book lady.” She rattles off, pointing at them each in turn. “aka, the dream team. A veritable Scooby gang, if you will.”

Nancy shakes her head reflexively before Bess has even finished speaking; its one thing to put herself in danger - which she is not going to do - but its another to rope others, civilians, into the battle between good and evil too.

“Come on, Nancy,” Hannah coaxes gently. “I know you can feel it. The pull to Horseshoe Bay, the magical energy. The town is built on a Hell Mouth. That’s how Bess ended up here, despite not knowing her potential as a witch."

A Hell Mouth. Nancy barks out a harsh laugh. Great. That’s great. Good job, Carson, you moved us from one magical hell hole to another.

"And your natural Slayer skills – curiosity, innovation, quick-thinking. You were born with those – they were always going to be a part of you." Hannah continues. "You can deny destiny all you want. It’ll catch up to you in the end.”

Nancy ignores the hot, resentful tears building in her eyes. No one has seen her cry since Kate Drew’s funeral and she certainly isn’t breaking that self-imposed ban for a bunch of strangers on her first day in town.

“Well, when it does, I’ll beep you.” She spits, pushing past Hannah and blindly stumbling out of the door, taking the porch stairs two at a time in her rush to get away.

[2ynjns]

clueless || choi beomgyu

day 22 of 31 days of christmas with ydale

pairings: beomgyu x reader

genre: professor!au, ta!au, office love typa thang, angst to fluff

warnings: cursing, characters are of legal age, beomgyu would be in his late 20’s in this story and the reader would be around 3-4 years younger.

this is your 54th out of 83 essays you’re grading and you didn’t know whether to curse at yourself or to your professor and blame it on him that he procrastinated on grading these finals papers for his writing class and now he’s making you do all of it and demanded you to finish grading by tonight since the student’s grades needed to be published tomorrow by noon.

you sighed and lightly cursed in your head while scrolling through the essay on your computer, why were you even assigned to be his teacher’s aid for fucks sake. you hated the fact that you’re still in your office, next door to his, grading his stupid papers for him on a winter break night.

if not because of him, you’d probably be at your apartment and enjoying baking sugar cookies and drinking wine while watching home alone in your living room. but no, professor choi really had to ruin it for you.

“goddamnit choi beomgyu, i fucking hate you.” you cursed under your breath.

it’s already almost 8 o’clock at night and you just want to go home. you wanted to rest your tired brain from reading rushed, sucky, student papers. you just wanted to plead professor choi to ask for an extension because your brain is about to give up on you.

you proceeded to give the student a B- on their paper and was about to pull up the 55th file when you heard a knock on your office door.

you gave off a deep breath before rolling your eyes and finally speaking. “come in.” you said with no enthusiasm. your eyes still fixed on the paper you’re about to grade as you pulled up your binder to record the student’s grade.

“hey, y/n. it’s me, professor kang.” you looked at his direction and gave off a bright smile. professor kang is another english professor and he’s your favorite professor, you wished that you were his teacher’s aid but he didn’t need one, which made you upset by the way and you were stuck with professor choi.

“oh, good evening professor kang, how can i help you?” you bowed and pointed at the chair in front of your desk. he just raised his hands to indicate that he didn’t need to at all.

“no need, i’ll be quick. just wanted to let you know professor choi asked for an extension on grading until tomorrow midnight. you don’t need to rush on grading them.” he said. you raised your brow and sat on your chair again.

“alright. but where’s professor choi?” you asked. he just gave you a teasing grin and crossed his arm, exposing his arm and shoulder muscles under his folded dress shirt. okay, you knew you shouldn’t thirst on your bosses, but you couldn’t help but to drool, especially with how attractive professor kang is.

“why are you looking for him, huh?” he teased.

you felt your blood rush through your face and wave your hands out of reflex. “oh! no, no. i was just-- you know, wondering since he should be the one telling me since i’m his ta, not yours-- not in a bad way just--”

you were cut off by professor kang’s laugh which caused you to feel startled.

“no pressure, y/n. well, that’s the thing too, he’s getting ready to leave. he’s actually inviting you to a little christmas dinner tonight. and no, you can’t refuse.” he lifted his index finger before you could even say anything else, he smiled and walked towards the door. “you should pack it up too, beomgyu’s waiting for you outside.” he finally walked out and closed the door behind him.

you cringed at the thought of your professor bringing you to dinner, okay maybe if it was professor kang asking you out for dinner you wouldn’t say no at all. but you were invited by the professor you despise the most.

professor choi isn’t actually that bad, he’s good looking, fit, tall and lovely. he’s just lazy as hell and unorganized, leaving all the work to you and most of the students complain to you about how unorganized he is and how slow he grades assignments.

you saved all the files you worked on and turned off the computer. you grabbed your purse and wore your black coat and headed out of your office.

you were immediately greeted by professor beomgyu who is wearing his glasses, which made him look more attractive by the way, while texting on his phone and standing in front of your office door.

you bowed and smiled, “good evening professor choi.” you said, you were about to leave and go ahead of him but he was too fast to notice and called you to come back.

“that wasn’t very professional of you, y/n.” he said in a teasing tone. you immediately stopped walking and held on to your purse tighter than before. you turned your head and glanced at him, he is now walking towards you, fixing his collar.

that made your blush and sweat a bit, the sexual tension between you and the professor are greater than before so you looked away and cleared your throat.

“i’m sure taehyun informed you that i’m taking you to dinner tonight.” he said, walking past you. you stood in awe and couldn’t say a thing nor move at all. he walked towards the elevator and whipped his head, “you’re not coming?” he asked with his brows raised.

“i- i am.” you said and walked closer to him, not awfully close, just close to where you’re standing next to him while avoiding the tension between you both.

you both rode the elevator in awkwards silence, only hearing your loud, pounding heart beat while looking at the elevator buttons. beomgyu on the other hands just kept checking his wrist watch and tapping his shoe on the floor.

beomgyu opened the car door for you as you get in his black mercedez-benz. he closed the door after you got in, giving you just enough time to take a deep breathe before experiencing the same tension again throughout the car ride. 

you hated the unsettling feeling since you didn’t know why there’s a tensed environment between you and beomgyu. you tried avoiding the feeling by just looking outside the window and fiddling on the hem of your coat but that doesn’t seem to help at all.

beomgyu took a glance at you while you fidget awkwardly on your seat. he chuckled at the sight and couldn’t help but to find you adorable that you still feel uncomfortable around him despite working for him for about a year now.

although his left hand was on the steering wheel, he went to reach his right hand for your hand, which startled you, and squeezed it. “you don’t need to feel tense around me,” he said.

you quickly whipped your head towards his direction with wide eyes. his eyes are still on the road. the veins on his arms are protruding and emphasized through his light blue dress shirt. you found the sight hotter than usual.

you wanted to slap yourself for fantasizing on beomgyu. although the man is four years older than you, given he’s almost 30 years old, he is still hot as if he’s in his early twenties. sometimes, you wonder why professor choi isn’t married yet, or doesn’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend at all. same goes for professor kang and their other professor friends like professor yeonjun or daniel, professor soobin and professor huening. they’re literally the hottest professor in the university and the usual talk of students and staff, thirsting over them nonstop.

you turned your gaze away and blew air on your face, still feeling his hands over yours. he intertwined his fingers with yours and you wanted to scream because of that.

you looked at him and bit your lips.

“why?” you asked. he took a quick look at you with his brows raised. “what do you mean?” he asked back.

“why are you taking me to dinner? at eight at night.” emphasizing the word dinner and night. really eager to find the answer. he chuckled and rubbed his thumb over yours.

“simple, i wanted to thank you for your hard work, and it’s almost christmas.” he simply said, steering the wheel to the right to park the car. 

you looked at your intertwined hands and lifted it. “then what is this?” you asked.

beomgyu turned off the car and looked at you, his lips curled and he moved his head closer to you. he looked at your hand and kissed it. “it’s because i like you.” 

your face blushed from his action, you wanted to melt in the moment but you couldn’t. he giggled and squeezed your cheeks.

“you’re really clueless aren’t you?” he teased. you backed away and untangled his hands from yours. your hands met your face to cover out of shame and turned away.

“what the hell, professor!” you squealed under your breath. he took out your hands from your face and looked at you.

“hey look at me, i know i’ve been an ass for the past year and giving you all the work. i want to apologize and fix it before it’s too late. and i promise i’ll help you grade the papers tomorrow.” he said and caressed your cheeks. “and i know how much you adore professor kang more than you adore me, but let me change your mind this time. taehyun isn’t really worth your adoration at all.”

“Wha- are you jealous? wait, since when?” you wanted to burst. 

he looked up and pretended to think, “well, yes, i may be jealous of professor kang since you drool over him, even though he just stands there and breathe… uhm, been liking you since a month after you started working for me. so since then i gave you most of the work possible so i could just watch you from my office while you struggle and do all the work for me.”

you squinted and gave him a playful punch. “you’re such an asshole, choi beomgyu.” you hissed.

he smiled and held your hand again. “i know. also, professor daniel’s ta told me you’ve been wanting to be brought to a christmas dinner date, so i figured taking you to one as our first ever date would be… ideal.” he said.

you smiled like an idiot before wrapping your hands around his neck.

“It’s more than ideal.”

[rosesgonerogue]

How to be a Dad 101

Chapter Four - Villain AU

Jasonette July Day Five

Masterlist

“Marinette, Alya is here!” Sabine called up the stairs.

“Thanks Maman, I’ll see you later!” Marinette called back, launching herself down. Sure enough, her best friend was waiting for her at the bakery’s front door. “Nino isn’t with you?”

“He’s helping Chris get all of the kids settled, the sucker,” Alya said, though Marinette couldn’t tell which Lahiffe boy was being called the sucker.

“Are we sure that Chris can handle all the kids at once?” Marinette asked, admittedly nervous.

“No,” Alya said matter-of-factly. “But Nora is going to drop in on then to make sure everything is okay.”

“But are you sure? I just feel bad, you know Jules has been biting. Maybe I should—”

“If you were going to finish that sentence with ‘stay with the kids,’ I will strangle you, Marinette. I love you girl, but it has been three months since I’ve gone somewhere and not taken a diaper bag with me, and I know it’s been way longer than that for you. Give me tonight.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, Alya,” Marinette said, holding up her hands. “I will leave things in Chris’s questionable hands.”

Alya softened a bit. “Look, I get it. Next time we’ll try to plan for a day when Manon is available, she’s really good with the kids.

“Deal. So have we heard if everyone is going to make it tonight?”

“Almost everyone. Adrien and Kagami might be a little late? Rose has a fundraiser she has to be at tonight, but other than that I think we’re a go.”

“Wow, it’s been a long time since we’ve all been together like this,” Marinette said. “It’ll almost feel like old times.”

“It sounds like Max is finally letting us meet his wife. I think Kim has a running bet on whether or not she’s a robot.”

“Kim is still on that? He’s probably just jealous that Max beat him to getting married even though he hasn’t known Camille very long.”

“Hold up girl, you know Max’s wife’s name?” Alya demanded. “Spill.”

“It was nothing much, I only know her because I made her wedding dress,” Marinette said, pausing at the sidewalk corner. “Do we go left or right?”

“Right. But how did you not tell me this?” Alya demanded.

“Even though we’re school friends, I still have to maintain a certain level of professionality. I can’t go tell Paris’s most promising reporter about one of the world’s most promising computer programmers personal life. Besides, Max really wanted to surprise everyone,” Marinette said, smirking. “The dress was one of my finest creations yet.”

“Fine, I suppose I can’t compromise one of the world’s most promising young designers,” Alya huffed. “But she has good taste? This gets more mysterious by the moment.”

“So who picked the place this time? I know we’re trusting Chris with the kids, but you know how Kim gets when we go to his bar, and I don’t know if I trust Chris to watch them all night because we got a little tipsy or something.”

“Well, it is at Kim’s bar, but don’t worry, he’ll be too distracted by Max, so we won’t even be tempted by all of the free alcohol. Besides, you always seem like such a pro at resisting temptation.”

Getting to Kim’s bar didn’t take long, even on foot. Once there, a good portion of their high school class yelled greetings from the back of the bar.

“Alya, Marinette! Good to see you, but where’s Nino?” Kim asked, opening the door for them.

“He’s helping Chris get the kids situated, he’ll be here soon,” Alya said, hugging the muscular man. “Is Max here yet? I hear we get to meet the wife.”

“Yeah, she’s way out of his league,” Kim said, jabbing a thumb towards the corner of the bar.

As much as Marinette had complained, she couldn’t help but smile upon coming into the bar. Kim had fallen into the role of bartender easily, amusing his patrons with tales of akumas and the Miraculous team – although tales of King Monkey were definitely the most popular. It was a clean, warm space, decorated with murals and framed newspaper clippings about any akuma incidents involving their class.

“You must’ve been desperate if Chris is babysitting,” Adrien said, sidling up next to her. “Manon was busy?”

“She had a study group,” Marinette said, bumping his shoulder with hers. While she considered Alya her best friend, Adrien still was, and always would be her partner, the black cat to her ladybug. He knew her mind in ways that no one else ever could. “You caught me. So what do you think of Max’s wife? I think she’s absolutely adorable.”

“Marinette, you knew about Max’s wedding?” someone yelled, positively betrayed.

“I think it’s time for s to join the others, but for the record I completely agree with you.” Adrien offered her an arm to escort her to the rest of the group. “By the way, Kagami says hello.”

“How is pregnancy treating your lovely wife?”

“Oh, the normal. The cravings, the irrational anger, average pregnancy-type things. The last time I mentioned you she nearly skewered me with a fire poker and told me that if I spoke about any other woman that way she would kill me where I stood. After that she cried for a few minutes because she missed you.”

“It sounds like I need to pay her a visit,” Marinette said brightly.

“So we’re just ignoring the part where my life was in danger, typical. I should have known that you would side with her,” Adrien pouted.

“You can complain to me when you’ve been pregnant,” Marinette said, patting his cheek.

“I’d like to think I’m a fairly decent husband, so I would say I’m allowed to be a little offended by threats of homicide.”

“No, that’s just pregnancy,” Nino said, his version of a grand entrance. “The more violent they are means you’re taking good care of them.”

By this point they’d gotten to the larger group, and Max’s wife, Camille, a sweet, auburn-haired woman, brightened. “Marinette, it’s lovely to see you again!”

“Wait, you really did know about this too, Marinette?!” Kim demanded.

“Client confidentiality, Kim,” Marinette said with a wicked smile. “Rose can’t make it, so everyone is officially here, Camille.”

“Oh, perfect,” she said, clapping her hands. “Max and I have an announcement to make!”

“Don’t tell me you’re already having a kid!” Alix groaned. “All of you are making it even more sucky to be single right now.”

“We came to invite you to our wedding,” Max said, pushing up his glasses.

“Excuse me, what?” Chloe asked.

“What we did before was just a little ceremony in England for Camille’s parents. Did you guys really think I could get married without all of you?”

There were a few beats of silence before chaos erupted. Kim had Max in a headlock while at least three of the girls were asking Camille about wedding plans. Nearby Alix was still sulking about being single.

When everyone settled down, Mylene said, “We’re getting old, aren’t we?”

“I’m going to die alone,” Alix lamented.

“We’re still in our twenties,” Marinette reminded her. “We’ve got time.”

“But if you’re still single how do any of the rest of us stand a chance?” she demanded.

“Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget that Marinette is still single because of the whole…” he waved his hand, indicating things he couldn’t put words to, “… situation.”

“Exactly!” Alix spat. “She’s perfect, she makes a perfect mother, and she’s handling everything better alone than any of us can with a significant other! I’m doomed!”

“But Marinette is still looking, just like you, Alix,” Mylene pointed out. “She just did things a little out of order.”

“And I’m not perfect, I promise you,” Marinette said with the weariness that could only be a product of parenthood.

“Is Jules still in a biting phase?” Sabrina asked.

“Unfortunately yes,” Alya said with that same weariness.

“Since we’re on the topic, what was the baby daddy even like?” Kim asked. “We haven’t heard much about him, and from what little I’ve heard, I can’t help but picture him as one of those old cartoon villains twirling his mustache and preying on young girls.”

“Villain works. Although I would have called him a lying, scheming—” Adrien cut off, glancing at the young parents he was situated between, Marinette in particular was known for body-checking people if they used any sort of questionable language regardless of if there was a child present, “-scheming meanie pants,” he finished lamely.

“It’s okay, Adrien, this is a safe zone,” Alya said, patting his shoulder. “You can tell them that Jason is a bastard.”

Nathaniel inhaled sharply, choking on his drink. “Wow… I just… What would you say about him, Marinette?”

“I wouldn’t call him that,” Marinette said, ignoring Alya and Adrien’s protests. “Really, I had no misconceptions about the way things were. We never gave each other our numbers, or even our last names. Something bigger than both of us brought us together, and I don’t regret it. If I’m lucky, maybe it will bring us together once more.”

The class fell silent until Alix groaned once more, burying her head in her arms. “I’M GOING TO DIE ALONE!”

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I thought this chapter would barely meet the word limit I’ve set for myself, but that was not a problem. If you want to be tagged, or if I forgot to tag you, just leave a comment below. Also just leave a comment below regardless, I’ve been helping my family move all week and I need something to keep me sane. In all reality, though, I write like this mainly to improve my skills as well as get feedback on them, so I appreciate any comment you send my way. 

This story is also really different from what I normally write. Despite the premise, it’s WAY more slice of life than I’ve ever done long-term like this, so I especially want to hear your reactions on this! 

[enbyblades]

I don't know when you last draw Bumbbleblade (couldn't find the most recent transformers post so idk if you've moved on from making art of them) - but please know the art you did has my inner child screaming. Adult life has been really sucky these last few weeks mentally so looking back on this old childhood show of mine and seeing your adorable art of Blades and Bee was wonderful to see! Thank you!

AW SHUCKS,,, im so sorry to hear ive been having a hard time, and i Hope it gets better for u soon ! but im SO glad i could bring u some joy anon!!! <3333

its been a HOT MINUTE since i drew bumbleblades but ive been THINKNG ABOUT THEM again recently and i still have a goddamn...year old unfinished comic sitting on my computer hhhfmdjgn...its so close to being done too...i swear ill do it. one of these days. i swear.

thank u for sending this ask!! TwT 💕💕💕

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GUESS WHO’S BACK??

tw: negetivity storytime underneath :(

OK Idk if anyone missed me, but I guess I’m back? hi?

It’s been a crazy month-ish guys. For anyone who knows me. You know My life’s been kinds sucky, and my toxic mom’s been....a lot. Where have I been? Well, I was trying to fully move out, and move away from the shitty, toxic environment, and my mom found out. She used my past suicidal behavior against me, and had me committed to a psych ward. For “my mental health”, and she confiscated my phone, because they don’t let us have technology in there. Hell I couldn’t even have a hoodie, or shoes. 

Thankfully, I have some amazing irl friends who were able to make a case, and get me out, and fully move me in with a few friends. I managed to get most of my stuff from my mom’s house, but she refused to give me back my phone because “she’s the one who was paying for it”, and I suspect she either sold it, or destroyed it. So I had to go and make a new blog from scratch, I’m terrible at remembering passwords....and all my passwords were....in my phone. But I’m working on getting a new one! And one of my friends helped set me up for a job at the building they work at which will be a big help! But in the mean time, I have a dinky old computer my friend’s mom is letting me use, and I’m going to try and start following some of my old mutuals back after christmas....if they’ll still have me and my goofy bard Blight back....idk my Ed just isn’t himself without his Sparkles.....maybe I’ll make some new friends too?

So I may not be super active here at first, but please, be patient with me, and know I love you all so, so much, and I’m sorry for disappearing. 

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Pause, Play, Repeat

December 15, 2021

Prompt - Christmas Playlist

Characters - Royce, Bentley, and Vivien (still Cabin Crew AU, but not everyone is mentioned)

Notes - Okay, I have no idea why this didn’t post yesterday. I had it scheduled to post for noon yesterday since I was going to be busy all day, but it was still in my drafts so I don’t know what happened but here it is! Anyway, this might tie into another prompt I do on the 19th and you'll see why. I'm not sure 100% sure it will, but either way, I'm excited about it 😊

December 15th,

Vivien came over after shopping yesterday and insisted that we have to hang out today. She says she’s missed us, even though she came over three days ago and we hung out then. It’s fine with me, I like spending time with her. She’s a great friend, we have a lot in common, and she’s one of the few people I would trust with everything I know. Though I have to say, I doubt it would be easy for her to wrap her head around the whole “other universe” thing; she’s very analytical. I just hope that, when she’s here, everyone will stop talking about me having a crush on her. I mean, even if I did, that’s beside the point. She’s a friend first and foremost.

“So, how are your guys’ Christmas playlists coming along?” Vivien asked from her perch on one of the beanbags in Royce and Bentley’s room. Royce had left to get snacks and drinks, leaving Bentley and Vivien alone to chat.

“Our what?” Bentley asked, looking up from his drawing.

Vivien sent him a smile and repeated herself, “Your Christmas playlists. You put a bunch of songs on a list on your phone and other people can check them out. Well, I know you don’t have a phone of your own yet, but still, Royce lets you use his. I figured you guys would be about done making them by now.”

“I still don’t understand,” Bentley claimed, shaking his head as he tapped his pencil on the side of his sketchbook.

“Oh, come on,” Vivien sighed, resting her arms on the side of Bentley’s bed so they were face-to-face. “Does Royce tell you anything? We’re having a teens-only Christmas party on the nineteenth, did he tell you about that yet?

“Yeah,” Bentley agreed, “he said we need to bring a bunch of music for it.”

Vivien snorted, “That would be the playlist I was talking about.”

“Oh,” Bentley said, “well, I guess that makes more sense than bringing a bunch of records to the party.”

Vivien laughed as the door to the room pushed open and Royce entered. “Yeah, I guess so! Hey, Rolls, were you seriously thinking of bringing a bunch of records to the Christmas party?”

Royce shrugged as he tossed a bag of chips in Bentley’s direction. “I mean, that’s how you bring music to a party so, yeah, why?”

Vivien stared at him in disbelief before tossing her head back in laughter. “Dude, no! That’s so old school. You can’t be serious!”

“Why not?” Royce asked again, placing a bag of pretzels by Vivien’s seat before sitting down.

Vivien’s laughter slowed to a stop as she looked between the two brothers and realized that they weren’t joking around. “Wait, you’re serious?” At the brothers’ identical nods, Vivien paused. “Do you even have Spotify on your phone?” Royce shook his head. “Wow, you guys really are in the dark about phones and stuff. I knew about that app long before I even got a phone.”

“Like we told you,” Bentley began, “our dad never allowed us to do any stuff on computers or anything.”

Royce nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and we walked to and from school so we never really had a lot of friends we could talk to about stuff like that.”

Vivien sighed, shaking her head, “No offense, guys, but your dad sounds kinda sucky.”

“None taken,” both brothers responded.

“He had his ups and downs,” Bentley claimed.

Royce nodded with a sigh, “But he was military so that was our normal.”

Vivien gave an “ah” in understanding. “PTSD is a big problem with ex-military so I guess that makes sense to an extent but, still, no cell phones? That’s a bit excessive.”

The boys shrugged in return, allowing the topic to drop as Vivien went onto her cell phone. “So,” Royce began, “what are we supposed to do for the music, then?”

“Oh, right,” Vivien said, nodding to herself as she quickly brought up her music app. “You go on here and make a list of all your favorite Christmas songs. It doesn’t matter what they are or who sings them, just make a playlist and we’ll play it at the party along with everyone else’s. It has to be on the short side or we’ll be there all night so I kept mine at ten songs.”

Royce and Bentley nodded, leaning over so they could see what to do on the app. After a bit more explaining, Vivien took Royce’s phone and added the app, taking it across the hall to where Mick was and having her add Royce’s phone to their family’s premium subscription before returning to the boys and helping them create a new playlist for each of them.

“Now, you get to have fun deciding between Mariah Carey and Ariana Grande,” Vivien claimed with a grin, handing Royce his phone before setting hers aside and chatting with Bentley.

Royce grinned at his phone, noting that she’d set his name on the app to “✨ Rolls Royce ✨” and added herself to the list of people he was following. He quickly checked her profile, finding a multitude of playlists ready to be played. She had five different playlists for Christmas alone with “I’m gonna deck your halls, bub,” “when theatre kids try to be ~festive~,” and “I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed,” being among the lineup. There were plenty of songs to choose from on each, only a few of which Royce knew, but he had no intention of taking many songs from there as he needed his playlist to be one he felt a connection to.

He soon found the search bar, typing in a song he could barely remember his mom singing every year and adding the first result to his list. He added a few more songs from the suggestions on his home page before searching a few. He added Brenda Lee’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, a cover of It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by a man named Andy Williams, and Blue Christmas by none other than Elvis Presley. As he added a few more songs to the list, a hand waved in front of his face. Vivien and Bentley began laughing as Royce jerked back from the hand.

“See!” Bentley exclaimed. “I told you, Viv, there’s nothing behind those eyes or between his ears.”

Between her giggles, Vivien nodded. “I didn’t think he’d zoned out that bad!”

Royce sent them a roll of his eyes before setting his phone aside and crossing his arms. “I did not zone out.”

“Dude, you totally did!” Vivien laughed. “Do you even know what we were talking about?”

Royce paused, staring blankly between his brother and friend before attempting, “The Christmas party?”

Bentley snorted before shaking his head. “Not even close!”

“Let me guess,” Royce began again, sending his brother a knowing stare. “You want to make marshmallow snowmen?”

“Nope,” Bentley said with a cheesy smile. “Well, I mean, I do, but that’s not what we were talking about.”

With a shrug, Royce sighed, “Worth a shot, I guess. What’s up?”

Vivien rolled her eyes with a bright smile and a shake of her head. “We were trying to figure out what books we should add to our reading list, but you weren’t adding anything to the conversation, so we asked you what you were up to.”

“Oh,” Royce said before taking a deep breath. “I was just working on my playlist. I’ve got eight songs already.”

“I’m calling bull on that,” Vivien claimed, whipping her phone out and unlocking it. She quickly went onto her Spotify and found Royce’s account, tapping on the only playlist he had, and scanning over the song list. Sure enough, he had eight songs already on the list. “It took me almost a week to narrow down my list, how the hell do you have most of yours already?”

Royce shrugged, earning him a shove and a scoff from Vivien. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Royce, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but, you suck. You completely suck.” Vivien scrolled back to the top of the playlist and huffed. “Like, I love you, man, don’t get me wrong, but you totally suck.”

Ignoring the feeling of butterflies in his stomach as she told him that, Royce beamed at her in return. “Love you too, Viv.”

Bentley rolled his eyes, sending Royce a teasing smirk. Vivien read the different song titles before pausing. “What’s this one?” she asked, pointing to the first song he’d added to his list.

Royce took a glance over her shoulder before smiling. “That’s a song our mom used to sing every Christmas. It’s Douce Nuit which is Silent Night.”

“So it’s Silent Night, but sung in French?” Vivien questioned. At Royce and Bentley’s nods, she smiled. “That must sound beautiful. I can’t wait to hear it at the party.”

Bentley moved to get up from his bed, reaching for Royce’s phone so he could plug it into their speaker. “We can play it now-”

“No,” Vivien cut off. “I want to hear it for the first time with everyone else. It’ll be more special, I think.

“Alright,” Bentley resigned, laying back down on his bed and returning to his drawing.

Vivien scrolled back to the top of the page and sighed, “You need to name it something better than that,” she mumbled. She took the phone out of Royce’s grasp and opened it, bringing up the playlist on Royce’s phone and hitting the edit button. “What’s your favorite Christmas movie? Miracle on 34th Street? The Grinch? Polar Express?”

Royce thought for a moment before speaking, “I like those, but I’d say my favorite is between Home Alone and that movie we watched the other day where the guy killed Santa and then became him.”

Vivien smiled. “That’s funny, those are some of my favorites too. Luckily for you, that means I have tons of quotes memorized. What about ‘I believe, I believe, I believe’?”

“Sure,” Royce agreed with a nonchalant shrug, not exactly understanding the reason behind naming a playlist something special.

Vivien hummed thoughtfully before shaking her head. “Nah, it doesn’t really make me think of you when I say it. How about, ‘Good news! I saw a dog today’?” After a moment of thought and Royce deciding she was talking more to herself than she was to him, Vivien shook her head once again. “No, that sounds more like a Bentley thing than a Royce thing.”

Bentley looked up at the sound of his name, but nodded when Royce gave him a wave of his hand, letting him know he wasn’t being talked to. “How about ‘Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal’? You know, from Home Alone?” Bentley offered as he turned back to his drawing, sketching out some details within his artwork.

Vivien’s eyes lit up as she leaned over the side of Bentley’s bed and grabbed the fourteen-year-old by the arms, shaking him in excitement. Thankfully, the movement didn’t ruin his artwork as he’d had enough time to toss his pencil aside before the shaking began. Bentley let out a laugh as he was released and Vivien collapsed back into her beanbag. “Bentley, you’re a genius! That’s, like, the most iconic movie quote in existence! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it.”

A few taps of Royce’s phone screen later and the playlist was all set and the phone was back in Royce’s hands. As Vivien went back to conversing with Bentley about movies and books and artwork, Royce stared at his screen with a smile. Not only had Vivien changed the title of his playlist, but she’d also added a few songs to it - All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey, Underneath the Tree by Kelly Clarkson, and Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande gracing the bottom of the list. Perhaps she’d added them forgetting that they’d go onto his list and not her own, but as Royce glanced over at Vivien with a grin, watching as she and Bentley continued their conversation with emphatic ease, he told himself he’d have to have those songs memorized by the day of the party.

[purplesurveys]

1169

Do you take lessons for anything? No. I’ve done so in the past, but not at the moment.

Has something really heavy ever fallen on you?  Other than siblings or cousins from when we played together as kids, I don’t think so.

If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear?  I never wear makeup but whenever my friends have used my face as a practice stage (lol) they’ve usually just used natural or nude-ish colors, which I find look okay on me.

Does your shower have curtains or a glass door/wall? It has a sliding door. I’m not sure what material it’s made out of, but I can tell you it’s at least not glass.

If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other?  Cooper does tend to bark and/or whine when he sees me giving more attention to Kimi, but not always. Kimi couldn’t give less of a crap, but this is also because he is 13.

Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? I used to not like being inside my bedroom, especially after the breakup. For a long time it was a place I only associated with crying and breakdowns, so when I was doing the arduous task of starting over I haaaaated staying there because it only hurled me right back to square one. But I’m happy to say that I eventually got better, had enough strength to change the narrative for my room, and now I like being here again :)

Do you remember the last question you were asked? What did you answer? My mom just asked me to watch Cooper because he was having the zoomies.

Besides salt and butter, do you put anything on your popcorn?  Not a big fan of popcorn but if I had to pick a topping, I’d go with cheddar cheese.

Are you lonely?  I’ll feel it sometimes, but it only lasts for a moment or so.

What’s your favorite magazine to read?  Wow I haven’t read a magazine in years.

Do you like pineapple?  I hate it. In all forms. The pizza debate doesn’t even matter to me lmao, I just think pineapple downright sucks.

Have you ever seen fireflies? They used to be common in our village when we first moved in, back when there were only like 3 houses in the neighborhood (we were one of the first to move in here). As more houses were built and the place got more occupied the fireflies gradually lessened until they disappeared altogether.

Have you ever trespassed?  I very vividly remember taking multiple trips to the school cemetery back in grade school (I went to Catholic school and ours had a cemetery below our chapel, where all our deceased nuns were housed...I really shouldn’t be talking about this at 10 PM...). I am 100% sure that was an off-limits area but we went there anyway because we were a naughty group of kids and because no one was guarding the area.

Do you tell your parents where you are going? Yeah; if I live with them, they have the right to know. < Ooh, I’ve never even thought about it this way before but this is a very good point. I’ll second this, haha.

Do you agree with the notion that all people were created equal? Yes.

Do you raise your hand or participate in class? God never. I hid as much as I can and only recited if I was called on purpose.

Do you like visiting the mall? Why or why not?  I like the malls that we have. But then again, malls are the only decent public spaces we have - we don’t have public libraries, parks, playgrounds, etc. – so it’s not like I have a choice on where I can go if I want to go out. 

Have you ever purposely hurt an animal?  Yeah I kill bugs when I see them. Soz, I have no feelings for them whatsoever.

Would you ever see a therapist?  I planned to finally do this last year but it just fell through haha and eventually I was able to care for myself too. Now that I’m doing a lot better for the most part, I feel like I’d have no clue what to talk about once faced with one.

Are you afraid of heights?  Only if I had to jump all the way down. But if I ever found myself staying at an extreme height simply to enjoy the view, or if I was ever in one of those towers where the top floor’s floor is made out of glass, I think I would enjoy that.

Are you afraid of the dark?  I always say I’m usually not afraid of the dark, and will only be if I was in a situation that was intended to scare me. I would definitely be afraid of the dark if I was in like an abandoned cave or a haunted house, but I would also find the darkness in my room comforting.

Are you a jealous person?  When I am it’s mostly been in a playful sense and rarely serious.

When is your birthday? April 21st.

What are you listening to right now? My very very old aircon doing its very very loud whirring thing. It’s become a running joke in the family because it is literally SO FUCKING LOUD hahahaha Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing?  As a goody-goody, I can only ever do this to my mom; but yeah, she’s caught me many times.

Are you still friends with someone from kindergarten?  Sure, but I’m not ~close friends with any of them. Just chummy enough to like their photos on social media once in a while or greet them happy birthday. My oldest friend was from Grade 1.

What is the most important thing to you?  Being happy with myself and making sure I don’t miss out on life and opportunities.

Do you like whipped cream?  I can take it or leave it.

Are you close to your mother?  We get along but not close.

Are you close to your father? I’m closer to him in the sense that I would be more comfortable around him, but we’re also not physically or emotionally close. 

Do you walk around bare foot when you're at home? Or do you wear socks?  I am Asian hahaha what do you think?

Do you like chocolate popsicles?  Sure! One would sound lovely right now, actually.

Would you ever be your school’s mascot who wears that costume?  Both of the schools I’ve attended don’t have mascots.

Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben?  Great Wall for sure. Sorry but I can’t see myself getting excited over a giant clock, and I’m sure there are other lovely spots in London I’d much rather visit. 

Have you ever written a poem?  Always unsuccessfully. It’s never been my forte.

Would you ever be a tornado chaser?  That’s a thing? Uh...no way??

What is your favorite thing to eat with bbq sauce, if you even like that stuff?  Pizza. And anything, I guess. Barbecue sauce is the bomb.

Your parents tell you that this summer, you get to pick the vacation. Where do you plan to go?  Covid notwithstanding and budget permitting, probably New York City.

What do you think is a good theme for a prom?  I could not care less.

Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? Thankfully, never.

Do you get nervous when you go to the doctor? About what?  You know, I’ve always thought going to the doctor was no sweat until I realized just how nervous I was when I had to book a telemedicine consultation once as part of my job (PR can make you do the most random, out of context things sometimes, I swear haha). I surprised even myself with the reaction I had when I found out I had to do it, and how I felt like declining the offer...I guess I was scared about the possibility of underlying health issues suddenly being unearthed. Your whole life can always get turned upside down in the blink of an eye with just one diagnosis.

Have you ever been to the rainforest?  I’m pretty sure the climate I live in is called tropical rainforest, so I guess yeah.

Have you ever created a website?  Not from scratch. I had always made it under an umbrella website, like Blogspot.

Ever thought about writing a book?  Sure, as a kid.

Have you ever had a dream where you killed someone?  No. Whenever I have dreams of that nature it’s always me or a loved one being killed, but never me doing the killing.

Do you ever make up stories in your head and wish they come true? Yes.

Which is worse: stuffy nose or runny nose?  Stuffy. It sucks not being able to breathe freely.

Which is worse: Sick to your stomach or sore throat?  I super hate sore throat. I already get stomachaches frequently, so even though I know how sucky it can be I feel like the discomfort would be bigger with a sore throat.

Do you think your last relationship was a disaster?  The way it ended was, but it wouldn’t be fair to myself to invalidate the genuine happiness I felt when I was in it.

Have you ever solved a Rubik’s Cube?  Never.

Who do you think is the easiest to talk to?  Angela.

Would you consider yourself to be emo?  No.

Do you have a favourite metal band or do you not like metal?  Not really, no.

What is your current desktop picture?  It’s just one of the provided desktop photos on my Mac.

Thick or thin blanket?  Thick.

Who are your favorite bands?  Paramore, Coldplay, and Against Me!

How do you mark through your word search puzzles?  Depends on my mood. Sometimes I’ll strike through and sometimes I’ll go ahead and encircle the entire word altogether.

Have you ever sewn something?  I’ve done embroidery...does that count?

What did you eat for dinner last night?  We had breakfast for dinner, actually hahaha so my dad made an omelette, hotdogs, and tapa.

Ever been grounded? If so, for what?  Continued from last night. Yes, I was caught cursing all over Twitter when I was like 11 so my parents cut off my access to all my gadgets for a year or so. Which, in retrospect, is an acceptable consequence for my actions, but we’re also talking about a time when schools were starting to view the internet as a necessity in doing homework and research. I missed out on nearly all my homework for a while, and my mom didn’t buy it when I kept telling her I needed to do my research over the internet. At the same time, she kept demanding why my grades weren’t doing so well when she was the reason they kept being pulled down...so yep, not a very fun time.

Have you seen all of the Jaws movies?  No and I don’t really have the desire to. Doesn’t seem like my kind of movie.

When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer)  Maybe 2 or 3 years ago.

Have you ever drank Cherry Coke? No, I don’t drink any soda.

Have you ever had a black eye?  Nope.

Have you ever eaten a bug?  Not to my recollection, but I would love to try cooked crickets and whatever bug can be prepared and eaten.

Do you like pranking people?  Never; the idea makes me cringe since I never know when it’s considered going too far. I’d rather watch people prank other people.

Did you ever take a cooking class in school?  Yeah, but we were required to take it. We also had some baking sessions, which to me was a lot more fun. I remember having to make macarons and rainbow cake which are both right up my alley, heehee.

Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day?  No, idk what that is. I just know people turn everything green on that day lol.

Do you use Skype?  I’ve never used Skype on my own. That’s where I used to talk to my dad for video calls maybe around a decade ago, whenever he was abroad; but I never had my own account. These days I alternate among Microsoft Teams, Google  Meet, or Zoom.

Have you ever participated in local magazine cover girl searches?  I don’t think so, but I did join a few contests on some of those kid’s magazines we used to have...none of which I won.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress?  No.

Is your ex sexually attractive to you still?  I haven’t seen her in 5 months, which helps...that said, I simply feel nothing. I’m neither sexually attracted nor not sexually attracted to her.

Describe the most romantic moment you’ve ever had.  I can think of one but I don’t see the point in still raising it, considering where I am in life right now.

Have you ever cheated on a test?  Yes, once. I hated it.

Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? Nope.

How often does your employer ask you to work overtime?  A few times a week. Sometimes I’ll do it willingly as well just to get the task over with or to save myself some deliverables the next morning. I’m fine with OT-ing tbh; since I work from home, I feel like my time is a lot more flexible.

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? I read A LOOOOOT as a kid. I was a total bookworm. < Yeah, same. You could always find me bringing a book to school and reading during breaks, even though they technically didn’t allow us to bring any non-academic book. My spark for reading died when I was around 12, same time as when my depression started to kick in, and it never really came back.

When was the last time you were scared?  Someone from the media called me up yesterday VIA LANDLINE to ask a question about a press release I had sent out that day. I usually read up on the materials we have, but I honestly didn’t give a shit about that particular story and didn’t really make an effort to know more about it, so I found myself stumped when he dropped the question. I ended up stalling for a bit before I was able to stutter an answer, so that was scary, but at least he was nice. Also, I hate phone calls.

What’s your favorite song by Rihanna?  KISS IT KISS IT BETTER

Can you speak binary?  No, I never understood it.

Would you rather live somewhere that had hurricanes or tornadoes?  I already do, at least for hurricanes. I imagine I’d be terrified of tornadoes.

Have you ever had a pet that you disliked?  Nooooooo, never. I was never close to Arlee but I still did my best for her to like me, and always fed her whenever my sister would be in her dorm.

When was the last time you saw hail?  Never. Doesn’t happen all that often here, and when it does it’s always in the provinces.

What is on your mind right this second:  I want to spend my remaining time awake reading fanfic (I’m into them again, omg) but I also wanna finish surveys...so I’m doing my best to breeze through this so I can finally look for something to read hahahahaha.

Have you ever given a nickname to your pet(s)?  Cooper is Cooperino to me. Sometimes I’ll call him Cooperino Cappuccino. Kimi is Kimchi, Kimmerl, Kimberly, The Kimster, and sometimes Lolo, which is grandpa in Filipino heheh.

When was the last time you shaved your legs?  Like 3 or 4 days ago.

Do you ever try free samples at the store?  Nope.

Do you like boys with long hair?  Physical traits don’t matter much to me.

Do you like rootbeer?  I’ve never tried it but I don’t really want to either haha. It smells weird.

What is the best fast food place, in your opinion?  KFC or Taco Bell. Or Jollibee.

Do you have faith in yourself?  Starting to.