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Wonderland Magazine - Interview - Feb 28 2024

The band — which consists of artists dodie, Orla Gartland, Greta Isaac and Martin Luke Brown — tells us about the origins of the project and its visual identity, and lets us inside with some BTS from their shoot.

“The whole FIZZ gang! We look really sad here but believe it or not this shoot was a truly joyous experience”

From FIZZ: Sometimes in life, you sit round a kitchen table with your friend-family and throw around a dream idea with each other. It could be; “let’s move to the countryside, build ourselves a little commune with a vegetable garden and cook dinners for each other every night”. Or perhaps; “let’s start a band using all of our experience of the music industry we’ve gathered over 10 years of being solo artists and write the most unserious, least-pressured album that is bursting with joy and saturation. Then let’s build a world of circus-y, wild lore around the whole thing in which we all live in an imaginary part theme-park, part alien-town called FIZZVILLE complete with a strawberry jam volcano, fireworks and ferris wheels.”

“Secret To Life” video BTS — Dodie wears collar & trousers RENLI SU and dress DALSTON COSTUME HIRE; Martin wears shirt, suit & trousers VIVIENNE WESTWOOD and cape & hat DALSTON COSTUME HIRE; Greta wears bodysuit & cap PRANGSTA COSTUMIERS; Orla wears shirt DALSTON COSTUME HIRE, corset CAT O’BRIEN, trousers FRASER, belt ROSIE EVANS, and earrings THE VXLLEY “These photos were taken on set for our music video for ‘The Secret To Life’ – shoutout to our photographer Karina Barberis for always capturing each moment perfectly. These were taken right before we had to chain smoke 20 cigarettes just to get one shot (worth it).”

The commune is yet to be built, but our wacky, wonky, maximalist band idea somehow grew legs and crawled its way over to our favourite studio to record an album under the band-name; ‘FIZZ’. Our record needed some accompanying visuals, and so in May ’23 our baby band travelled to Barcelona to work with an incredible creative director and his team – JP Bonino and ‘The Rats’; a creative collective we knew could match our vision of an alternative world. Our darling friend and visionary Karina Barberis came along to capture the vibes.

This was our first photoshoot as a band, and the novelty of it all was exhilarating; focussed makeup artists and hair stylists would be flicking their brushes on cheeks and tugging extensions on hair, all while we watched our glossy best friends pose to imaginary scenes dreamed up by JP, jumping on trampolines to his encouraging directions between camera flashes. “The joke’s gone too far, guys” – a quip we found ourselves saying constantly, to try and process the huge gratitude and luck we felt to have such a talented team on our side.

Left: Orla wears bonnet MAISON GRACIEN; jacket MIETIS “Orla looking like the most ethereal dreamgirl the world has ever seen” – Dodie

Right: Greta wears necklace BOMBA Y LOLA; dress MIRO MISLJEN DESIGN “I think this might be the best photograph of anyone, ever?” – Orla

Left: Orla wears necklace PIA GLASSWORKS; jacket MIETIS “The apple was fake but the the smile was not – I felt VERY powerful in this coat. This look was from the ‘High in Brighton’ artwork” – Orla

Right: Orla wears full look VICTOR VON SCHWARZ; earrings AGUSTINA ROS “This was my look for shooting the single artwork for ‘Close One’ – it was one of my favourites from this whole shoot!” – Orla

Left: “Secret To Life” video BTS — Dodie wears collar & trousers RENLI SU and dress DALSTON COSTUME HIRE Right: Dodie wears top ANEMONE; corset RAMP TRAMP TRAMP STAMP; shoes MERRFER “I don’t usually totter about in kitten heels, but these made me feel like the princess I never knew I could be” – Dodie

The FIZZ family portrait that came from that shoot was the first time we sat together as a band – a familiar feeling of being in front of the camera but with an added giddiness of feeling part of something bigger, the weight of standing alone shared.

After a whirlwind album release, we bookended our campaign with the music video for “The Secret To Life” – a meta, Truman show-esc story created by director Lulu Vicedomini and brought to life by another dedicated team, including Art Directors Studio GAAS and our favourite stylist, Rubina Marchiori. The novelty of sharing space on set together was still very much alive – smoking cigarettes and miming to our own song, as if we had stepped into an imaginary playground game. But 6 months on from our Barcelona shoot something felt different – we had settled into ourselves individually and as a group, and we felt comfortable standing there in our outfits crafted by Rubina, mixing our own personal styles with the funhouse brief from Lulu’s world. We positioned ourselves together on camera, adjusting automatically to our wild range in height as a band and making sure to equally disperse attention – this was not our first rodeo anymore!

Left: Dodie wears Dodie jacket NIMPH; top ANEMONE; trousers VICTOR VON SHWARZ “Shortly after this I had a member of the production team put their legs over my head (don’t ask).” – Dodie

Right: Martin wears top and skirt ANEMONE; trousers OUTSIDERS DIVISION “Slay. Just slay” – Greta

Martin wears hat OUTSIDERS DIVISION; top MACOSCH “Introducing the new Strawberry Shortcake… I love this shot of Martin, taken on set whilst shooting our single artwork for ‘The Secret To Life’” – Dodie

Left: Nails by Isabella Ching “Shoutout to Isabella Ching for these crazy, powerful nails.” – Greta

Right: Martin wears top THE ARTELIER “When Gorka attached this giant mohawk to my head I was like damn this joke has got out of hand. God bless tho. Tribrows is it let’s go” – Martin

Left: Greta wears corset LUPE; Dodie wears top NIMPH “Dodie & Greta in their looks for the family portrait shot that we used to first launch the band!”

Right: Dodie wears jacket COMO LA TRUCHA AL TRUCHO; top ANEMONE “Rapunzel Rapunzel, let down your hair babe. I LOVE THIS LOOK FOR DODES! – Orla”

BTS Photography - Karina Barberia

"Secret To Life" Video BTS Styling - Rubina Marchiori

"Secret To Life" Video BTS Styling Assistants - Francesca Russo, Jingying Tohi, Erica Welhenage

"Secret To Life" Video BTS Makeup Artists - Georgia Olive, Esme Horn, Molly Whiteley

"Secret To Life" Video BTS Hair Stylist - Giuseppe Stelitano

Main Shoot Photography - JP Bonino

Main Shoot CGI - SanPol2000

Main Shoot Production - The Rats Company, Tomás Pintos, Casiana Flores Piran

Main Shoot Styling - Mora Giordana, Lupe Galinarez, Sofía Osiadacz

Main Shoot Makeup - Maria Baaten, Isabella Ching, Laura Martin, Victor Aragon

Main Shoot Hair - Gorka Larcan, Catalina Sartor

Main Shoot Art - David Méndez Alonso, Raquel Magyary

Main Shoot Artwork Lights - Cecilia Gil

Main Shoot Artwork Digital Assistant - Guillermo Delgado

Main Shoot Studio - D105 STUDIOS

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[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Talented Hands

by cucumber_of_doom

Jack ramps up his charms, grin growing lascivious.

„What about a little two-for-one special?”

“The two of you for a third of what I usually charge for a single person? Sounds like a bad business decision to me,” she drawls but looks them up and down while leaning back against the counter next to Jack. She arches an eyebrow at him. “But you know what? I am not completely heartless. You lads pay upfront and get half a massage each. At the same time, ‘cause I’m gonna close up after this. What do you boys say?”

Ed needs a little pick-me-up after getting his heart broken and Jack does what everyone would do for their best bro: talking the MILF with the face tattoo at the massage place into a discount-threesome.

Words: 5099, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Israel Hands, "Calico" Jack Rackham

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands/"Calico" Jack Rackham

Additional Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, Female Israel Hands, Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Izzy is a MILF, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Massage Porn AU, Older Woman/Younger Man, Izzy casually soft doms her customers, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Wet & Messy, there is so much oil, Sex Work, Praise Kink, Ed and Jack are in their 20s, Izzy has a tramp stamp

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45983554

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[massively-multiplayer-cereal]

I have no idea if you're still taking asks for the gender/sexuality/opinions character thing you reblogged a while back but if you are, could I request Sylvanas and/or Flynn and/or Wrathion? (I hope it's okay to excavate old posts! Either way I hope you have a good evening!)

i definitely still am, especially considering no one else sent an ask for it lmaoo ,,

also sorry this took until the next day! the post is very long ,, and you have a good day too ^-^

(also i LOVE when people excavate my posts because it means they liked my commentary on things enough to actually scroll through my whole blog so thank you for being an excavator XD)

anyways:

wrathion:

sexuality headcanon: Gay As Hell

gender headcanon: usually i see him as and write him as a cis male, but I mean.. trans male wrathion kinda hits different 👀

A ship I have with said character: WRANDUIN. W. R. A. N. D. U. I. N.

a brotp I have with said character: him and flynn just have this Vibe like they'd be really good friends if they met. i feel like they'd cause trouble together while anduin and shaw just sigh in the distance about their respective mischievous boyfriends. flynn x wrathion is mischief brotp.

a notp I have with said character: apparently some people ship him with alexstrazsa, so yeah alexstrazsa x wrathion is my notp for him. not that. never that. why?

a random headcanon: this makes no sense outside of my own brain but i like to think that wrathion somehow invented and/or popularized the use of the word 'gay' to mean homosexual on azeroth. it makes sense in my very specific au (that I haven't shared anywhere yet skdndsn), and doesn't work outside it, but hey, i like it lol

general opinion over said character: he is a little bastard and i love him so, so much. if anyone hurts him i will murder them with my bare hands. wrathion is the epitome of that 'i will now cause problems on purpose' meme. it is a wonderful day on azeroth and he is a horrible, horrible dragon.

flynn:

sexuality headcanon: he is the ULTIMATE bisexual disaster

gender headcanon: cis male

a ship i have with said character: FAIRSHAW. F. A. I. R. S. H. A. W.

a brotp i have with said character: flynn and taelia is the ultimate brotp ever, because they are just best friends with no romantic feelings whatsoever, and honestly it's SO refreshing to see a man and woman be super close friends in media without romantic hints. also i project my relationship with my (male) best friend onto them and my best friend is basically my brother so yeah. I love taelia and flynn just Being best friends.

a notp i have with said character: flynn x taelia romantically,, like,, i just.. mm it is very squicky for me.. I do Not Like. them romantically is just No Thank You. like morally there isn’t anything wrong with it but i just Do Not Enjoy romantic taelia x flynn. 

a random headcanon: he has the azerothian equivalent of a tramp stamp. it’s has two dolphins and an anchor. do not ask why i have this headcanon, because i have no idea why either ,,

general opinion over said character: i love flynn so much dude it's not even funny how much i love him. he is my emotional support imaginary himbo best friend.

sylvanas:

sexuality headcanon: lesbian because i project onto fictional characters i love too much

gender headcanon: similar to wrathion, usually i see her as and write her as a cis woman, but I mean.. trans woman sylvanas is really good ,,

a ship i have with said character: sylvaina, sort of? in canon, i have no actual sylvanas ships, but in aus i really really like sylvaina sjdbfdjsnnd

a brotp i have with said character: i feel like her and kael'thas would be crazy good friends if she had survived the purge of quel'thalas, so sylvanas x kael'thas brotp I guess XD

a notp I have with said character: sylvanduin. it is way too common (luckily, not on tumblr, but on other platforms,) for being a ship that under ANY circumstances would be insanely toxic. no matter what au it is, it's a ridiculous age gap to the point of being gross, and if someone ships it in canon, i hate it even more. sylvanduin is just so insanely toxic..

a random headcanon: she literally doesn’t even LIKE GUYS but she pretended to have the hots for nathanos to get him to do what she wanted him to. that's what you call an epic gamer move.

general opinion over said character: i actually like her even though a ton of people hate her. honestly, like, she was always kinda evil. there was always a lot of hints that she was bad, so that wasn't out of nowhere. but, also, blizz took it too far too quickly. personally, i think the undercity thing still should've happened just like it did, but she should've been more chill during the start of bfa. she should've been slowly ramping up in her intensity and brutality over the course of the war, and teldrassil's burning should've happened at the end of the first patch of bfa, when she was finally at 'her full evilness.' it's after teldrassil when the whole 'oh no baine in jail, chase away the evil lady' thing should've happened. WOWEE i went on a tangent, but tl;dr i love sylvanas even tho she’s really evil and think teldrassil should’ve happened later. also in the new cinematic sylvanas is HOT she has FANGS

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Niahm, 24

“I’m wearing Eckhaus Latta peach floral mesh baby lapped 2 piece s/s2017, Ramp Tramp Tramp Stamp underwear and lingerie dress that I made, Nike sneakers that I found at Bronte Beach in Sydney one summer night last year (so yes I technically stole them). The Tuza bag was a gift from my friend, and so were the hair clips and the belt. My style is inspired by myself, by LA thots, skater boys, my grandmother and by art mums.”

Sep 10, 2019 ∙ Boerum Hill

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some more rhymes...because I’ve been busy or lazy lately

ACH Do you listen to anything by Bach? ASH Do you like ash trees? Do you have the ashes of a family member or a pet? How often do you feel like you want to bash your head against a wall? Has anyone ever thrown  you a big birthday bash? Do you know anyone who is brash? Do you typically carry cash or a credit/debit card? Have you ever crashed someone else’s party before? Have you ever been involved in a car crash? Do you use Door Dash? How often do you use a dash in your writing? Last place you made a mad dash to? Do you make it a habit to flash people? Do you prefer flash or no flash on a camera? Is the Flash one of your favorite superheroes? Do you use the phrase “I’ll be back in a flash”? Have you ever had a gash in your head before? Anywhere else on your body? Do you like hash browns? Do you do hash? How often do you use hash tags? do you have long eyelashes? How often do you lash out at others? For what reasons? Do you like mashed potatoes? Do you typically gnash your teet htogether? Do you know someone who speaks balderdash? What color is the backsplash of your kitchen? Have you ever had any rashes before? What kinds? Do you typically make rash decisions? Have you ever worn a sash before? Do you often find that your personality clashes with others’ around you? Whose tires would you like to slash? Who would you like to smash with? What was the last thing you smashed out of anger? Do you have a secret stash of something hidden anywhere? How often do you take out the trash? Has anyone ever told you that you look like trash? Do you like to splash in the pool, the bathtub, or in puddles? Have you ever thrashed violently before? What was the cause? Do you own and use an eyelash curler? Have you ever experienced backlash from others? Have you ever had whiplash before? ATH Do you prefer a shower or a bath? Have you ever given another person or an animal a bath before? How good are you at math? Do you feel like you life is on the right path? Are there any bike paths or footpaths in your area? Have you ever gone on the warpath before?  Is there a birdbath in your yard? Have you ever had a footbath before? What’s the last thing you’ve had to deal with the aftermath of? Have you ever witnessed a bloodbath? Are you a sociopath or a psychopath? Do you know anyone who might be? Who’s the last person that you faced the wrath of?  AMP Do you have an instrument that you plug into an amp? When’s the last time you felt amped up? What was the reason? Have you ever gone to day camp or overnight sleepaway camp? When’s the last time you felt like a champ? Last time it was damp where you lived?  Weirdest place you’ve ever had a cramp? Do you refer to your grandfather as “Gramps”? Have you ever worn a headlamp before? Do you have a ramp anywhere in your house? Has anyone ever called you “scamp” before? How many lamps are in the room you’re in? How many are actually turned on? Do you stamp your feet when you are angry? Last time you used a postage stamp? Are there streetlamps on your street? What time do they turn on? Last place/area that you wanted to revamp? Do you know anyone who is a tramp? Have you seen Lady and the Tramp before? Do you know anyone with a “tramp stamp”? AWK/AULK/ALK Is the squawk of certain birds annoying? Which ones? Do you prefer hawks or falcons? And...why? Has anyone ever watched you like a hawk before? What was the last thing you used caulk on?    [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

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11.14

John passed silently under the hanging lights, hands in his pockets, appearing to be just another body wandering the carnival. Circus, he told himself. A firecracker burst somewhere behind him, bathing everything in red as it let out a piercing whistle and pop. John set his teeth and kept walking.

He had heard thirdhand that Cody wasn’t here anymore - was off doing errands, something like that. He hadn’t seen Friday or Val in hours. John paused, back pressed against the railing, as a flood of circus-goers tramped onto the boat. He was almost to the ramp that led down to the pier, but the tide of people was unrelenting.

Very small children ducked between the legs of adults, apparently unclaimed. The older children washed through like riptides, jostling the adults out of the way, occasionally cackling and apologizing over their shoulders. John watched as a very little girl struggled with single minded focus to pick a dropped coin from the deck of the steamboat. The crowd passed slowly around her, their boots landing within a hair’s width of her tiny fingers. John had the urge to scoop her out of their way. Running footsteps somewhere in the crowd - getting nearer - and John lurched forward, not sure what he was doing.

The head of his cane thudded softly against the chest of a gap-toothed boy less than twelve years old. John staggered, the weight of the collision with the boy, however slight, going straight to his knee. He glanced down for the little girl, but she was gone. She was crying and kicking in the arms of a man with another, slightly older kid clinging to the leg of his pants. She pointed to the lost coin and hollered as her father carried her away.

The gap-toothed boy had circumvented John, and was gone in the crowd. John stepped back to his place on the railing, feeling a hard pit in his stomach. The crowd ebbed, leaving John an opening to hurry down the ramp. He walked as quickly as he could, cane sliding uselessly on the decline. His head stopped buzzing, finally, as the noise of the steamboat became a distant object separate from himself.

John walked. The sun was almost finished setting by the time he found what he was looking for. A long, circuitous walk had led him through a tangle of boardwalk, but eventually, John had reached land. On the high ground right at the edge of the city, the last of the sunlight glinted teasingly off the headlights of the circle of circus trucks. John plodded on, boots sinking in the wet earth.

He was out of breath by the time he reached the caravans. He sat on the front step of one of them for a while, re-tying his boots to give himself something to do while he caught his breath. He had a decent guess as to which caravan was Johannes Madsen’s. John had been paying attention to where the ringmaster went in a day, who he talked to, who else was in charge. That was the prerogative - the only prerogative - of an indenture.

John stood again and calmly crossed to the purple caravan with the bright blue trim. He paused outside the door. Something was whining at him. The shepherd he had met the first night. The animal was chained to a stake in the center of the circle of trucks and caravans, bouncing against his tether excitedly.

John wandered over. The shepherd - H.D. - was not alone. The other shepherds shared his tether, though they either napped through H.D.’s excitement or spared John only mild interest. John found suddenly that he was being jumped on, and then, that he was sitting on the ground.

“Ow,” he whispered. H.D. licked his ear. John fumbled for the collar around H.D.’s neck as the shepherd climbed on top of him.

“Stop that and you can come too,” John struggled to say as H.D.’s tongue lapped over his nose. The shepherd listened, laying down on John’s chest and knocking the wind out of him. John grimaced, looking into the animal’s milky brown eyes for the first time as it stared quizzically down at him. At once, a piercing headache and an accompanying wave of nausea struck John. John looked away, closing his eyes as he finished unfastening H.D.’s collar. The headache subsided.

As John struggled to his feet with the now free shepherd doing excited laps around him, he experimentally met H.D.’s eyes again. The splitting pain in his head returned for as long as he held the shepherd’s gaze.

“Huh,” he said. H.D. bullied her way between John’s legs, making him almost fall again. It was a good reminder that he hadn’t wandered from the circus to rescue children and dogs. John climbed the steps to Johannes’s caravan and opened the door.

In the low light, John could see the outline of a gas lamp by the door, though he hadn’t thought to bring any matches. There was an electric light, too, hanging from a cord overhead, though there must have been a trick to it; the switch by the door didn’t turn it on. John would just have to be fast.

Johannes’s caravan was overwhelming. It looked as if the windows had been left open for the wind to wreck whatever havoc it pleased upon the mountains of papers strewn across the small table in the center of the room. What space wasn’t occupied by paper was crammed with crates of gaudy-colored fabric. The walls were hung with a mix of bright drapes and costumes. On top of every crate and shelf tottered a precarious pile of objects, from little gold-painted boxes to cloth drawstring bags. John blinked down at the table. Amid the sloping stacks of paper and envelopes were coins, a ledger book, and dirty mugs. And John’s own pistol.

He picked up the gun, turning it over in his hands until he was sure it was his. His gun belt had to be around here somewhere. After a few minutes of squinting into corners of the caravan trailer, John found it hung on a hook on the back of the door he had come through.

H.D. started to whine on the other side of the door. The shepherd had only been content to wait for John on the steps as long as the door had been open, apparently. John opened the door again. Now H.D. trotted inside, and the electric light flickered on. H.D. lay down under the table.

Brows furrowed, John buckled his gun belt on and slipped the pistol where it belonged. He returned to the table of papers.

John had seen his indenture to Mister Thomas only once, when he had been about seven years old. It had been the end of the harvest; John had tried to follow a seasonal farmhand a few years older than him. The older boy would come down to Chokecherry every summer and hitchhike back to Washington at the end of fall, and John had wanted to go with him. Mister Thomas had unlocked the big safe and shown John his paper - something that had only been an idea, hard for a child to understand - until that moment.

John remembered the thick paper stamped around the edge in a red design. It was a beautiful document, pretty like the gilded edges of the travelling preacher’s Bible. No matter where you go in the world, this paper means I’ll find you again, and bring you home. Mister Thomas had said that with a smile that had made his eyes crinkle.

John slammed his hand against the table, upsetting an old coffee mug and making his palm sting. H.D. boofed a complaint at him from under the table. John was looking for four of them. Four beautiful papers. He couldn’t read, but he wouldn’t need to.

He shifted through each page on the table, realized that his eyes weren’t focused, that he wasn’t seeing the pages, and shifted through them again.

The caravan door opened behind him. John straightened. He was still holding a short stack of papers, none of them promising. Johannes stood in the doorway, wide-eyed. He was in a black and magenta costume, formal and over the top. His jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the many pockets on the inside, each stuffed full with other people’s coin purses. There was a necklace threaded through his fingers.

“Well, hello,” Johannes said slowly. “What do you have there?”

“The papers, or my gun?” John returned, blinking owlishly at Johannes.

Johannes slowly took off his magician’s hat and hung it on the back of the door. His shiny black shoes were loud on the wood floor of the caravan.

“Which would you rather talk about?” Johannes asked with a lazy smile. He made every move very slowly, but with a performative grace that was meant to communicate to John that he wasn’t the least bit worried. John watched as Johannes deposited all the stolen coin purses, rings, and other jewelry into a simple box of raw wood, the only thing in the whole caravan not designed for flash.

“I want my indenture paper,” John said.

Johannes stopped on the other side of the table, glancing down at the papers John held. John looked, too. The top page bore several signatures. It was meaningless to him.

“They don’t understand yet,” John said. “But I know. And I want my paper.”

“Well, John, that’s a really moving speech,” Johannes said. “You’ve utterly convinced me, and I assure you, it has nothing to do with the fact that one of us has a gun. But Ezra has the papers, and I don’t know where they are.”

John looked down at the paper with the signatures he held. He placed the pages under it on the desk, and held the paper up, starting to tear it from top to bottom.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Johannes said, snatching it from John’s hands. John picked up the next page from the pile and started tearing it, too, until Johannes grabbed it away. “Just wait a second. I need to get back, okay, the main stage can’t start without me. We can talk about this later.”

John stared back at Johannes, unflinching.

“Look, do you want it in writing?” Johannes added. “That I swear I’ll return your indenture to you?”

“No. I can’t read,” John said. At that, Johannes’s posture relaxed, becoming almost easy. John felt that was inappropriate. He unholstered his gun. “I decided to take my paper back instead of killing you,” he said. “That’s your encouragement to keep your word. It’s stronger than writing.”

Johannes stood perfectly still for a long moment before breaking into nervous laughter.

“A man plans, and God laughs,” he sighed, smiling grimly and rubbing a white-gloved hand over his chin. “Your encouragement is enough for me. Now I’m going to get back, unless you’re going to shoot me.”

John holstered the gun again.

“I’ll wait here,” John said, taking a seat at the table. His boot nudged H.D., who he’d forgotten was there.

“What a great idea,” Johannes said, nabbing his hat from its hook and jamming it onto his head, still laughing somewhat hysterically. The papers he had snatched from John had disappeared at some point - not that John was surprised, since Johannes was apparently talented enough at sleight of hand to make a successful pickpocket. Johannes was still muttering to himself as he tramped down the steps. “Fucking paskudnyak, Ezra is going to…”

John took a deep breath, then another. It wasn’t as if he could have left tonight, with Cody who knew where. Although some part of him had thought it was possible.

Under the table, H.D. was snoring. The electric light overhead flickered in time.

11.13 || 11.15

[lovemesomesurveys]

ACH Do you listen to anything by Bach? No.

ASH Do you like ash trees? I don’t have anything against them.

Do you have the ashes of a family member or a pet? My grandma and grandpa’s. I’m sad we didn’t cremate my dog, Brandie. We made a nice burial site in the backyard, but when we move... :(

How often do you feel like you want to bash your head against a wall?Gah, I do get pretty irritable and frustrated often.

Has anyone ever thrown you a big birthday bash? Yeah.

Do you know anyone who is brash? Yes.

Do you typically carry cash or a credit/debit card? Card.

Have you ever crashed someone else’s party before? No. I wouldn’t want to be somewhere I wasn’t invited to.

Have you ever been involved in a car crash? No, thankfully.

Do you use Door Dash? Nope. Or any other variant. 

How often do you use a dash in your writing? Rarely.

Last place you made a mad dash to? I haven’t ran in a long time.

Do you make it a habit to flash people? Uh, no. I’ve never done that.

Do you prefer flash or no flash on a camera? No flash.

Is the Flash one of your favorite superheroes? No.

Do you use the phrase “I’ll be back in a flash”? I’ve probably said that before, but no it’s not something I use regularly. I’d say “I’ll be right back” instead. 

Have you ever had a gash in your head before? Anywhere else on your body? Not on my head, but yes.

Do you like hash browns? I love hash browns.

Do you do hash? No.

How often do you use hash tags? Not that often. I know people who get crazy and hash tag everything.

do you have long eyelashes? No, I wish.

How often do you lash out at others? For what reasons? I just get in irritable, moody moods and I can be snippy and short. :/

Do you like mashed potatoes? Yesss.

Do you typically gnash your teet htogether? No.

Do you know someone who speaks balderdash? No.

What color is the backsplash of your kitchen? White. I’ve never heard that term used in that before lol so I had to Google it.

Have you ever had any rashes before? What kinds? Yeah. Allergies, allergic reactions, heat, and I think as a stress response.

Do you typically make rash decisions? No.

Have you ever worn a sash before? Yes.

Do you often find that your personality clashes with others’ around you? No.

Whose tires would you like to slash? I don’t want to slash anyone’s tires.

Who would you like to smash with? No one.

What was the last thing you smashed out of anger? I don’t do that.

Do you have a secret stash of something hidden anywhere? No.

How often do you take out the trash? I personally don’t do it as it would be hard for me to do, but my family takes care of that regularly.

Has anyone ever told you that you look like trash? Wow, no not to my face. I’m sure they’ve thought it. I say that about myself all the time.

Do you like to splash in the pool, the bathtub, or in puddles? I did as a kid in the pool and bath.

Have you ever thrashed violently before? What was the cause? No.

Do you own and use an eyelash curler? No.

Have you ever experienced backlash from others? Yes.

Have you ever had whiplash before? No.

ATH Do you prefer a shower or a bath? Shower. I haven’t taken a bath since I was a kid. Have you ever given another person or an animal a bath before? My doggo, yes. How good are you at math? Not at all. Do you feel like you life is on the right path? No. I got lost. Are there any bike paths or footpaths in your area? Yeah. Have you ever gone on the warpath before? No. People know when I’m in a bad mood, though, and leave me alone. Is there a birdbath in your yard? In my backyard. Have you ever had a footbath before? No. What’s the last thing you’ve had to deal with the aftermath of? A lot of things all throughout my life. Have you ever witnessed a bloodbath? No, omg. Are you a sociopath or a psychopath? Do you know anyone who might be? No. Who’s the last person that you faced the wrath of? Uhh.

AMP Do you have an instrument that you plug into an amp? No. When’s the last time you felt amped up? What was the reason? During my Disneyland trip earlier this year before shit hit the fan. Have you ever gone to day camp or overnight sleepaway camp? I’ve been to science camp and Girl Scout camp, both of which were a week. When’s the last time you felt like a champ? I’m no champ. Last time it was damp where you lived? It feels like forever. Weirdest place you’ve ever had a cramp? I’ve had them in various places. Do you refer to your grandfather as “Gramps”? I call my paternal grandfather, Papa, so no. I did call my maternal grandpa that sometimes, though. Have you ever worn a headlamp before? No. Do you have a ramp anywhere in your house? No. There aren’t any stairs or steps. Has anyone ever called you “scamp” before? No. How many lamps are in the room you’re in? How many are actually turned on? A ceiling lamp and a floor lamp, none of which are on at the moment. Do you stamp your feet when you are angry? No. lol aw that reminds me of my doggo who does that when she wants something. It’s cute. Last time you used a postage stamp? I don’t recall. It’s been a long time since I’ve sent something. Are there streetlamps on your street? What time do they turn on? Yes. They turn on at night. Last place/area that you wanted to revamp? I’d like to give me a room a makeover. Do you know anyone who is a tramp? No. I don’t even use that term. Have you seen Lady and the Tramp before? Yes. Do you know anyone with a “tramp stamp”? *shrug* It’s possible.

AWK/AULK/ALK Is the squawk of certain birds annoying? Which ones? Yeah. Do you prefer hawks or falcons? And...why? I don’t prefer either one. Has anyone ever watched you like a hawk before? My doggo when I’m eating, ha. What was the last thing you used caulk on?   I’ve never used it.

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