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kim-lexie · 3 years

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‘start up’: week-by-week playback

here is a week-by-week playback of events from ‘start up’ and my unfiltered feelings. hope you enjoy! if you want to see somewhat cohesive thoughts on ‘start up’ check out my official review. here :)

*spoiler alert*

ep 1

ladies and gents it’s going to be a good one. i loved being able to see this backstory to lay all the groundwork for the future of the drama.

his story is devastating as a young individual unable to make his way into the world and then making a way to find it isn’t how he expected and lost a real thing he had with the relationship with the her grandmother. but the redemption when he goes to see her again.

her family becoming broken. her sister severing the relationship and chalking it up to being ‘oh i made the better choice’. and her father dying while getting her chicken and trying to get an investment to not let his daughter go hungry and to bring his family together.

to him making up a character that got her through hard times. and then trying to find him again. this is going to be great. and i know i’m going to be devastated bc she fell in love with the other man to begin with, and now she will see this new person.

soooooo much happened and i’m clearly not ready.

ep 2

why? why do we lie? we know nothing good will come of it. if anything this jipyeong is who she loves. but why lie? literally you can own up to it and start over boo.

disappointed in our sweet grandma for lying to dalmi for so long.

her sister is awful. and so is this ‘mother’.

this man just wanted to start up his start up but he was like nah don’t want to help you even though i need you. feel in love with the girl in the letters and showed up bc of the goodness of his heart. hope he doesn’t get lost in the fantasy of it.

their business, samsan tech, is going to be wild and great and he missed his opportunity.

ep 3

her mother saying she is the same as her dad not having a plan is so wack, and makes me want her to slap her.

aren’t you curious? why aren’t you asking why i am like this? because that is my concept the quiet good looking type. i can’t with him hahaha

i love that he asked about the music box. i wish it was really him that wrote the letters, because this will be heartbreaking when she finds out.

‘it wouldn’t be bad to sail off without a map even if we got lost, if it’s with you.’

this kid, dosan, is too funny.

i cannot believe her ‘father’ just throw her under the bus and had her oppa takes over the Korean branch of her company that she formed.

dang it. girl quits her job because he started his own company

they got first place. is that enough inkling for you?!?!?

they both like her. but only one of them will admit his feelings so he will win in the end. i’m so excited to see all of their relationships develop.

the cringe level of the edit of her winning her award. i cannot even. they’re charming everyone loves it.

ep 4

him learning how to be a hot shot ceo. i can’t. the placemats he is struggling.

his friend breaking the 3rd wall and telling us how dosan drives away all the ladies in university.

poor guy the only things she likes about him aren’t him at all but jipyeong.

she is going to be their ceo isn’t she. bc he said that he can’t be ceo. she’d kill it. what a queen.

yes boo! there it is we know who you’re going to pick. bc she wants them to recruit you not the other way around.

ep 5

this was a stellar episode. from both teams using the same data set and coming up with wildly different ideas to samsan tech almost crashing down. but setting a fire to dosan to do better and be more ambitious. i’m so excited.

our girl killed her presentation yes queen. you got this. the fact that the boys created a whole new software. these folks would be crazy to not invest.

this alex guy really believes in them i’m excited to see if there will be rivalry between the two hot shot ceo’s

the fact that her grandma doesn’t regret not sending her to college but rather regrets not meeting him earlier to support and encourage him made me cry.

ep 6

this was a great episode. so much happened in the development of their little company. disorder and disagreements led to stronger relations within the company.

i love how she picked the mentor. like yup i know alex is the biggest deal since slice bread but you’re our homie.

the fact that dosan was ready to come clean about the letters but overheard the grandmother get a sad report from the doctors and wanted to protect her and her granddaughter. so sad.

ep 7

i really need more than a second male lead for this man. i can’t stand the way he looks at her. he loves her and is trying so hard to shut off his heart to her.

i love the bickering between the two male leads. like seriously hilarious.

i love the sweet relationship that nam dosan will now have with her grandmother. and i love the idea concept he had for their business. a beautiful heart behind the machine.

dosan standing up for her and standing against this horrible man out to exploit their talent.

this ending scene i can’t. they’re cute too. and precious.

he kept the plant and is going to give it nutrients to keep it well. please do the same with your relationship with her honey.

ep 8

i really love jipyeong and need them together.

i cannot with their ceo step dad. like isn’t this too much.

i want the boss lady at sandbox to know that dalmi is the sandbox girl!!!

ep 9

the wind turned into a heavy storm that destroyed his self esteem. he feels himself falling apart bc of his secret.

she was attacked!

‘i made a wrong turn and stumbled upon fireworks’ nam dosan.

he brought them to the beach after reading that review of wanting to see more beauty that the world has to offer. i need him to own up to his feelings and make a move.

don’t lie bro we know you like dalmi. and of course it’s raining. bc that’s how it is.

we still get a scene with them running through the rain the chul-san and yong-san.

my heart is crumbling into a million pieces. jipyeong’s there and dosan isn’t. what are we going to do. this ain’t the moment of revelation we wanted.

ep 10

jipyeong is so great. 10 out of 10.

i don’t know what it is but i really am not about dosan’s character for some reason. i really just want jipyeong to be honest from the start and he could have ended up with her.

my heart. our dalmi.

‘i wanted to be the person you wanted. but it was too hard to bear.’

‘the person i want. i don’t know who that is.’

is the sibling of the member that died in their group?

do-san can’t leave his boys!!

‘does my dream have to be success. can’t it be a person?’

he just confesses to liking her while he was mixing their noodles. i can’t with him. love that he’s finally being honest. now it’s all up to dalmi.

everyone encouraging her before she has to promote their company. she did this. she is the ceo. she’s got this.

what the even?!? jipyeong was the one that was harsh to him. and it led his brother to commit suicide. oh no. and now they’re in the elevator together what’s going to happen?!?!

now she has two plan b?!? one from the investor and one from dosan and the big tech company.

they both confessed to the nice lady at the bar. hahaha i love these epilogue moments.

ep 11

yong-san’s brother story is so sad.

his dad standing up for the present he desperately wants to keep. and being the bridge for innovation.

their software worked on alex’s scheme!!!

and they won demo day.

oh no but alex isn’t as great as we thought he was...

chul-san and sa-ha are dating. i cannot even. this is the best!!!

they’re such a good team. brainstorming after their win. they cannot disband them.

i thought our man was going to get to them

in time to stop them from signing. but he didn’t.

ep 12

bro. alex is awful i hate this man.

the moments between. hjp and mrs. choi you are brilliant and heart breaking. i really want them to continue to grow into a better person and end up with dalmi.

why y’all got to fight why is dosan doing this. bro you’re not getting any brownie points by being like this dude.

i really love this side story with chulsan and saha. they’re cute. well we can share the vanilla latte. cute!!!!

chulsan made her a video of numbers to help her fall asleep. he’s too cute i want her to admit that she likes him. ahhhhhhhhh

the fact that they ended up going and we’ll have a three year gap errrrks me. like our boy jhp is going to finally start making moves and dosan is going to run in and save the day. like bro you’re a mess.

i hope they were able to save the app for her grandmother.

her applying to her sisters company i’m excited.

ep 13

lolol they used his cousin for the commercial and injae looks sooo cute. frozen inspired.

i love how she had /iced vanilla latte lover’ as chul-san’s contact name and the vlogs!!!

hjp our man saved her from the insurance guy.

now they all play go stop together!!!!

she tucked him in and he gets to stay

youngsil calling him out to just swing the bat and don’t hesitate or he’ll lose. is this foreshadowing our man losing dalmi?!?

they finally got to eat at the bbq restaurant that was below their original building

frick my life. why is his timing always wack.

at least chulson and saha can sail.

the whole gang is back together!

it was the twins that hacked it wasn’t it?!?

he stopped him. come on baby.

ep 14

i love his man listening to her cry. hiding her because she didn’t want her staff to see. and telling her to chill until she is ready. i love this man.

that’s right honey. don’t answer that phone move on.

their little photoshoot was faboulous, them as RGB

yes queen. she went to confront her family. and be like boo you thought i didn’t chance. honey you’re in for it.

her mother wanting to pay back her mother-in-law for raising her daughter in her steed.

dosan turned her down her offer to be their AI specialists at her company.

i love that his father saved the baseball.

me finally accepting my ship won’t sail when their girl walked 5 hours in the woods to get to dosan.

yong-san apologizing for saying that jhp killed his brother. they both are apologizing.

they all end up joining her company!!!!

ep 15

their self driving car passed the test. they’re too cute in their celebration.

she doesn’t want to lose her team again if they lose their bid.

sa ha is finally falling for chulsan. he’s so precious. him being like oh wait you’re asking me out.

of course it would be this trip getting stuck in an elevator together.

sailing off without a map. never will regret it. -dosan

injae absolved her adoption after seeing her grandmother.

he tired to out so all their memories with that one thing alone his big hands. hahah oh do san.

my hjp finally let go. he took his losses and kept the money tree and letters. it isn’t enough honey boo.

stop feeling inferior to me. work on your self esteem and look at dalmi again. then you’ll know who she really likes. with those hands alone, you beat our memories. -hjp

because it’s you. you’re the reason. that’s it. -dalmi on liking dosan

i really don’t like them together. but whatever i shall not have my way in this. it’s fine hjp is mine.

i love the sisters together. they’re precious talking about the sandbox girl.

is this article going to frick up their bid?!? but it was his hackers that did it the twins!!!

is hjp going to save the day?!?

ep 16

dalmi and dosan are a dream team. and they just served that reporter one great tell all.

i still can’t process bc i love hjp.

i feel like it hit mrs. choi when they were all talking dosan and dalmi when are finally saw dosan after a few years that her good boy would feel alone. TT

‘don’t become any lonelier jipyeong...’ their relationship makes me cry. i love that

i can’t everyone saying what they’ll do if they win. PROPOSE. say who their boyfriend is?!?!

i’m excited to see this start up to connect orphanages with a sponsor to help them in that transition. it’s a perfect fit for him. ‘i like your voice’, because it sounds like young-sil the voice of the app/help device. he’s going to personally invest and help them with their business plan. and then sponser kids!!! he is seriously a dream.

chulsan and saha are too cute. i love that she introduced him as her boyfriend. he was not expecting that. she finally found someone who she’s been looking for!

was that their goodbye? he isn’t the dosan from the letters? huh?

in jae is such a queen serving those papers to her dad at the q and a session, that no one showed up to.

them all crying in their old rooftop office. they’re such dorks i love them

his father took the sign to replace it with the one from the math competition.

dalmi and injae’s relationship is too precious.

he’s going to invest in their company. and dosan accepted hjp’s investment.

i want to change the world. follow your dream.

i liked this one.

i wonder if they won.......oh the epilogue!!!

they got married. and they kept the baseball. chul-san and saha revealed they were a couple. chul-san shaved his hair! i loved that we saw it all though pictures on their desk!! that was a creative way to fit everything in!

shareholders meeting!!! the gang taking over the world!

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yeocult · 4 years

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ateez film diary analysis

ok i am currently typing with tears in my eyes but that’s cool!!!! gonna talk about ateez diary film for a moment. btw if you’re here for theories, this might not be for you, my brain is not capable of that critical thinking lmao. although, i will be rambling/analyzing the cinematography and overall admiring the film!! under the cut because this happened to be 1.5k words oops.

man, first of all, 16 minutes?? thank you for the food kq!! i think their concept is super cool. it’s unpredictable, refreshing, and just gives me a lot of high hopes for this comeback. ateez never disappoints, they come back each time stronger and better.

“this is the story where their dimensions are split into eight pieces again.” that kinds hurt me. throughout the film we see clips of them being happy and joyful with each other, but we also see scenes where they’re all alone. they didn’t get separated by losing contacts or whatever, literally dimensions.

phew okay, when the man with the black fedora approaching hongjoong like that was soooo dskjdj ugh i love it when they have a bright light in the back, capturing the silhouette perfectly. sorry i’m such a sucker for those types of shoots!! now hongjoong’s dream. “the world inside a television cannot be reached. the world they live in and the world that i live in is blocked.” yea.. they’re separated from dimensions. isn’t that so heartbreaking?? separated by time and space.

um this might be a huge stretch, plus i’m horrible at science. i’ve read a lot of articles on where, ‘if time stopped would gravity still apply?’ and i thought of this because of the items floating up around hongjoong. without time, gravity, acceleration, speed and force are simply meaningless, so i guess that’s why it’s floating? as if we’re going back in time. there’s a lot of consequences and weird things on going back in time/time travelling (most famously the ‘bootstrap paradox’) because time is not an object and cannot ‘go’ anywhere at all, not forward, not backward, nor can it stop. so i expected some not so happy events to occur.

anyways moving on to seonghwa’s memory. i loved this. “i thought i lacked in many areas and have much to learn.” then we see a bunch of to-do lists and i guess they’re kinda like goals to accomplish or things he wants to learn. the somewhat long shot of him sitting on this table and the camera moving away from him gave me a sense of isolation (i also don’t know why yeo in the smn box is on the tv but it could mean he’s trapped). we also see him walking straight, kinda like following a straightforward path with a lot of control, hence the to-do lists. then he hits stops. now the girl is the total opposite of seonghwa. she’s dancing, moving, and overall carefree i would say. everything seonghwa is lacking. she’s freedom. i don’t have much to say about this scene but i really like how when he was walking one step at a time, it was completely dark. but as soon as it hits stops and sees her, there were lights.

now my favourite, wooyoung’s choice. that transition to seonghwa’s little emo time to wooyoung’s hyped underground music and dancing was the serotonin boost i needed. let’s talk about his ponytail because it made me a whole simp for him. plus he’s so fucking cool?? if i become a wooyoung biased soon, you know why. he talks about stage fright and the scene where people were looking down at the camera was perfect, low camera shots show dominance or superiority. when you have stage fright, you’re worried and insecure about your abilities (at least that’s how i feel) and with people look down at you is almost like they’re judging and aren’t expecting much from you. ateez brings him courage and reassurance, they give him strength. the last scene with the rain and the flickering light so chilling. its almost like the rain washed away his everything.

yeosang’s time giving me slight dark academia vibes and i’m here for it!!! also bird metaphors?? yes please! “limited freedom. like a bird in a cage.” we see yeosang in a room surrounded by other musicians but he isn’t playing his instrument. almost like he doesn’t wanna be there or has no real passion for this field. hence him talking about ‘expanding his dreams’. we get a close shot at his face looking forward to the right, i feel as if he’s daydreaming or reaching out. taking back to say my name, we have yeosang trapped inside that box, almost like the birds with limited freedom. he drops his violin and suddenly the birds (they symbolize peace, transformation, freedom and power) are free, giving us a scene with his friends. he’s free.

san’s resolution might just be my favourite in terms of cinematography. can we just talk about the long amount of time san has the stay put for the timelapse to work?? the scene wins my heart. now we see the classroom in a mess, meaning school was never enjoyable to san. always moving and no friends. the way he’s moving seems like there’s not much he can do in his life. the escalator scenes kinda look like the one in wonderland. time is always moving, the escalator moving, and san runs back up despite it moving in the opposite direction. im not sure where i was going with this but i thought i was kinda cool, how he’s running back up to be with his friends.

next, we have yunho and his brother. in a matter of seconds, all the light in the studio flicker and turns off. this is quite similar to the flicker lights in wooyoung’s last scene. there’s a pattern here with flickering lights and how it means lost and loneliness. we don’t know what 5:07 mean, maybe its completely relevant but knowing kq and their team, almost everything seems intentional. also i saw on twt (not my analysis) but seonghwa’s to-do list includes a task of learning how to drive, then we get yunho getting hit by a car. not sure where i got from this but i thought i would include it.

actor jongho!!!! he’s so good i love him. ok so we get that basketball was his dreams but due to his broken leg, it seems impossible for him to pursue that dream. we him sitting at a distance, admiring the game and the people who are able to play. but when he’s in the court, he’s all alone (might just be because he can’t go in court when other people are playing but just let me be deep for a second oki). the burning basketball means he cannot play again. then the fight scene between him and mingi. i want to talk about the camera work for a second. it’s unstable, harsh and a little unfocused (because it’s handheld) and it makes it seem like another member’s pov, pushing the realism on us. hmm this might be kinda dumb but the loud bang when mingi got pushed was a little unexpected hence every scene with the boys was all very calm and had music in the back, no sounds. idk just a noticed. ohmygod another silhouette scene with beautiful lighting in the back!!!! the camera is moving away from him, moving away shows weakness. i loveee this so much along with the smoke. his dreams are burning up, literally.

last we have mingi’s diary. “earphones in my ears, the world is mine for now.” again, similar to seonghwa in the dark walking, mingi is isolating himself from the world. he’s using music to escape from reality. mingi looks trapped by the way its shot, cutting off his forehead and lips only showcasing his eyes and nose. this could be his facial features are more important than anything else right now. the camera angle is below mingi, again with the dominance and superiority… because he literally kicked someone. but still the same camera angle except this time mingi is looking up at the sky or forward, not looking down. with that, mingi no longer looks intimidating, he seems slightly vulnerable. and i think that’s really powerful how quickly he transitions despite the same angle. so we know mingi uses music as an escape, “i would rather be alone than encounter the world.” then we see yeosang (by his flannel) taking off his earphones. bringing him back to reality with the boys, and everything seems a lot more peaceful. its kinda like, without his friends, he would rather be isolated. now i want to point how the loud bang from jongho’s shot. it’s literally the same shot but the noise isn’t there indicating that mingi has earphones in (i think even when they’re not literally in, he still shuts out noise), shutting off the noise. i think the little details were so well done. we also get a match cut of mingi blinking, back to the darkness. i think it shows how quickly things can be taken away from you.

MAN THE SCENE WHERE THEY ALL GATHER TOWARDS HONGJOONG JAKJDSJKSDJKSD I CANNOT BREATHE IT GAVE ME SO MUCH CHILLS MYGODDOO !!!!!! like that scene in say my name. gotta love the build up of the song then it drops when the members all show up UGH I LOVED THAT SOO MUCH!! “the memories of short happiness. and dreams broken into pieces” brb gonna cry. the hourglass is finished,, what does this mean? ;o also i cant help but to notice the lighting on how one side is dark and the other has light. this could just be for aesthetics but idkkkk just another notice.

hehe sorry this made no sense,,, anyways that’s all i have to say, i’m so excited for their comeback <33

#h.txt #pHEW #haha dont clown me i know nothing about film #also send me your thought?#i would love to talk about cinematography!!#ateez #might add on to this later!!#moon talks

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gentlethorns · 4 years

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JKJFLKJGDKLS did you mean. 1 through 31?? like. all of them?? LMFAOOOOOO okay but i’m sticking them under a readmore bc that is gonna be SO long

1. what is a genre you love reading but will probably never write? mysteries/crime. i love the technique and expertise it takes to expertly lay out and set up a plot twist, but i don’t think i could ever do it aptly myself.

2. which writer has had the greatest stylistic influence on your writing? probably stephen king, if we’re talking fiction, but even then i don’t think he’s influenced me a ton - my writing voice is pretty distinctive (or so i’ve been told). as far as poetry, i think reading @candiedspit‘s work has really caused me to stretch my expectations of where words can go and what they can do.

3. has a specific song/lyric ever inspired a work of art for you? absolutely! i’m super inspired by music, bc music is really important to me as a means of emotional expression. back in sophomore year of high school i was working on a story where all the chapters were inspired by songs from folie a deux by fall out boy. it didn’t pan out and i never finished it, but i still think the concept was neat.

4. a writer whose personal lifestyle really speaks to you? lmfao not to talk about him again, but stephen king’s lifestyle really appeals to me. his writing is widely known and renowned, but he just chills at home and watches the red sox games and takes pictures of his corgi and keeps turning out stories. that literally sounds like paradise to me.

5. do you write both prose and poetry? which do you prefer? i do write both! and i can’t say i honestly prefer one over the other - my interest bounces between them and waxes and wanes, but i don’t consistently indulge one more than the other, i don’t think. last year i went through a huge fiction phase in october and cranked out eight or nine different short stories/flash pieces, and then in november/december i went through a poetry phase and wrote multiple poems a day for a long stretch of time. it just depends on my mood and my mindset and what i need from writing (a kind of escape vs. emotional expression/release).

6. do you read both prose and poetry? which do you prefer? i do read both, and again, i don’t think i have a preference. i definitely read fiction more, i think, but like writing, it kind of depends what i need at the time.

7. which language do you write in? which do you want to write in someday? i write in english, since it’s the only language i know. i’d like to learn spanish at some point, but i don’t know if i could ever write in spanish - i’m so firmly married to english grammar and structure that i don’t know if i could ever exercise the same control and mastery over spanish that i could english.

8. share a quote or verse that has been on your mind lately. “you said i killed you - haunt me, then!” from wuthering heights.

9. a writer/poet whose life you find interesting. *sigh*. stephen king. i’ve read his memoir/writing workshop book (”on writing”) and his success story always fascinates me. i just can’t imagine living in a shitty one-bedroom apartment with your wife and two kids and working days at an industrial laundromat and spending nights writing on a shitty wobbly desk in the laundry room, and you get your first manuscript accepted for publication, and eventually the paperback rights go up and you think you might get $60,000 if you’re really lucky, and then one day while your wife and kids are visiting the in-laws you get a call from your agent telling you that the paperback rights for your book sold for $400,000 and 200K of it is yours. that’s just literally. unfathomable to me lmfao.

10. what do you feel about the idea of someone unearthing your unseen or discarded drafts someday, long after your death? what about your personal journal? it’s really hard for me to imagine that happening, i think bc i tend to see myself as really like. insignificant or unimportant in the grand scheme of things, so i can’t imagine any part of me lasting beyond my life. also, it’s very hard for me to imagine someone i don’t know personally reading my work, probably because my work (especially a personal journal) is a window into me, and i have a hard time even letting people i trust see into that window sometimes, much less a stranger.

11. do you prefer to write in silence or listen to something? what do you listen to? i definitely prefer music in the background, although i can work in silence. i tend to gravitate to music that goes with the scene i’m writing, if i’m writing fiction (often i work music into my fiction, so if there’s a song playing in the scene, i’ll listen to that song), and if i’m writing poetry i tend to just listen to laid-back music (unless i’m writing from a place of grief or sadness, in which case i listen to sad music lmfao). i do also love writing when it’s storming outside and just listening to the rain and the thunder as i write.

12. has an image ever impacted your artistic lens/inspired your work? absolutely! less often than music, but visuals can inspire me on occasion. i once wrote a poem based on this image. i just couldn’t get it out of my head, so i decided to figure out what it was saying to me.

13. how would you describe the experience of writing itself? as in putting the words to paper, not planning or moodboards etc. do you agree with the common idea that the satisfaction lies in reading your work after you are done with it, rather than the process of writing itself? i think the process can be arduous sometimes, and other times it can be incredible. sometimes i write very slowly and haltingly, sometimes i write at a normal pace and it feels like the work it is (bc i am trying to write professionally), but sometimes the magic tap in the mind turns on and it starts flowing. that being said, i don’t necessarily agree that the satisfaction lies only in reading your work rather than also in the process. there’s a certain fulfillment in watching everything come together and knowing it’s going to be good.

14. how often do you write? it varies. i would like to write more often than i do, now that i have a full-time school schedule and work part time friday-sunday, but i think i still get a decent amount of writing done, when i can actually sit down and motivate myself to get the words out.

15. how disciplined are you about your writing? not very, in the creative sense - as discussed above, i don’t write as often as i should/would like to, and don’t hold myself to much of a schedule. however, as far as the business side of it (submitting to magazines/contests), i’m pretty disciplined, and i’m usually pretty good about keeping all my “good” pieces in circulation at a couple of places at a time.

16. what was your last long-lasting spurt of motivation? maybe last night? i worked on a couple of pieces and then submitted a few groups of poems to some magazines. i also did some decent work on thursday while i was in my campus starbucks waiting for my zoom class to start.

17. have you ever been professionally published? are you trying to be? i have been professionally published! i got my first acceptance back in 2018, and now i’ve had poetry published multiple times and fiction published twice. i’m still trying to publish more of my work, but i think i’ve had a decent start.

18. do you read literary magazines? not regularly, although i entered a fiction contest for into the void last year, and since it came with a year-long subscription, i’ve been browsing the fiction there periodically. into the void tends to publish good short/flash fiction, so anytime i feel like reading some new stories, i head there.

19. a lesser known writer you adore? idk if she’s necessarily “lesser-known,” but i loved ally carter’s gallagher girl series when i was younger. the first four books were immaculate (although i do remember that the last two books seemed almost unnecessary, and the ultimate end of the series was anticlimactic).

20. do you write short stories? do you read them? i write and read them! up until october of last year i could never figure out how to write a short story and effectively resolve a conflict in 5000 words or less, but then suddenly (like. literally overnight), a switch flipped in my head and i could do it. as far as reading them, i don’t read a ton anymore bc of my busy schedule ( :( ), so sometimes if i’m in the mood to read i’ll opt for a short story online or a book of short stories instead of a full-length novel.

21. do you prefer to involve yourself with literary history and movements or are you more focused on the writing itself? any favourite literary movements? i’m typically more focused on the writing itself, although i do love to learn about the horror boom from the 50s-80s (if that counts as a literary movement lmfao). i also do particularly love work from the era of deconstructionism, which i think took place in like. the 40s-60s, if i’m not mistaken. i enjoy that era bc of its symbolism and abstract nature - a lot of the work leaves the reader to draw their own conclusions.

22. are you working on anything right now? not particularly? i have a few works in progress that i tinker with now and then, but i’m not seriously working on anything in particular.

23. how did you get started with writing? i honestly don’t even remember. i remember the first time i realized that i really liked writing and had fun doing it (in fourth grade, for a school competition), but i know that even before then i was writing stories and poems.

24. do you have any “writer friends”? most of my mutuals are writer friends! but i don’t have any irl. i almost made one in my math class last semester, but we lost contact when our university shut down in march.

25. what is your earliest work you can remember? the earliest work i can remember is when i was really young (maybe like. five or six?). it was about our dog being pregnant (which she was at the time) and able to talk (which she was not).

26. have you found your writer’s voice yet? does your work have a distinct tone? absolutely. i’m very confident in my style and the distinctiveness of my voice - it’s been there pretty much since i first started writing. i’ve improved since then, honed my voice and made it more sophisticated and effective, but at the core, it’s still me, like it always has been.

27. do your works share themes/are commonly about certain topics? or are your subjects all over the place? in poetry, i think i tend to write about grief or loss of some sort or another often, bc it’s something i tend to feel often - either that or a false bravado (but ig that’s more of a tonal device). as far as fiction, i like to write about religion gone wrong (false religion, religion as a front for personal gain and corruption, religion gone too deep into obsession and mania, etc.), and i like smart underdog-type characters that fight and have a lot of grit to them.

28. what does writing mean to you? to me, writing is catharsis, a bloodletting. this particularly applies to poetry, but it also applies to fiction. poetry shows you the things you’re regurgitating up-front, but fiction does it slyly, in a mirror or through a distorting lens. regardless, both stand to offer release and healing.

29. in an alternate universe, imagine you had not found writing. what do you think would be your fixation otherwise? honestly, i’m not sure. probably acting or theater. something creative, for sure.

30. do you feel defined by your work? maybe a little, but not to a large or limiting extent. like, in a new class, my interesting fact about myself will probably always be “i’m a writer and i’ve been published a few times,” but i think that i’m a well-rounded person and that once people get to know me, my writing is just a part of me, not my whole identity.

31. have you ever written/considered writing under a pen name? if you would be okay saying, why? no, i don’t think i have. while a pen name can be a good tool, depending on your goals and what you’re writing, i have a Thing about getting credit where i’m due credit lmfao. i don’t think i’ll ever use a pen name bc if i know something i do is good, i want my name on it.

#asks #anon #thirty-one asks for writers #JAKFJDLJDALKJ this was so long thank you for asking

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Supernatural Rewatch 01x04

Phantom Traveler

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(not spoiler free, I have watched up to 15x13 and this is directed to an audience that has seen that far as well)

The only thing I remember about this episode is that Dean is terrified of flying and then it never comes up ever again (presumably this is the reason they drive everywhere)

Black eyes?? But he’s not a demon, right? I remember nothing.

Sleepy Dean, sleepy Dean. Ok, actually though, the fact that Dean can go from sleepy -> alert and grabbing for the knife under his pillow -> oh it’s just Sam pretend that you’re groggy and just woke up in a matter of seconds is … wow. He really is hard wired to protect.

Oh, and there’s another consistency, Sleepless Sam. It’s 5:45, he was awake at 3:00, already left the motel room to grab coffee. You know in season 14 when Dean says “you get three hours of sleep a night,” and Sam responds “Then I’ll sleep two.” Yeah, you think it’s an exaggeration maybe, but this boy does not know how to sleep. (I know in this particular instance it’s probably part of his grieving process, but this boy needs to take CARE of himself)

Dean: When’s the last time you got a good night’s sleep? Sam: I don’t know, a little while I guess. It’s not a big deal. Dean: Yeah it is Sam: Look I appreciate your concern – Dean: Oh I’m not concerned about you, it’s your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp … seriously, you still having nightmares about Jess?

The way I see it, there are two motivations behind this line. One, Dean is uncomfortable with emotion, so he turns it into a joke, even if he is going to sincerely ask for Sam to open up, he has to get that macho “I only care about myself” line in there. Two, Dean knows that Sam (being a type 2) doesn’t care much about taking care of himself, but when it comes to taking care of other people, he’ll do whatever it takes, so if he can reframe the need to sleep to make it so Sam is helping other people by sleeping … well, that just might work better than telling Sam he needs to worry about himself. (alternatively, it was just a joke and I’m reading too much into things....)

Sam: So, all this, it never keeps you up at night? Never? You’re never afraid? Dean: No, not really Sam: [finds the knife under Dean’s pillow] Dean: That’s not fear, that is precaution.

Anyway, later they talk to this guy who knew John

Jerry: You’re dad said you were off at college, that right? Sam: Yeah I was, I’m taking some time off Jerry: Well, he was real proud of you, I could tell. He talked about you all the time. Sam: He did? Jerry: Yeah, you bet he did.

Sam, actively shook by the idea that his dad cares about him, especially that his dad would be proud.

Sam: “Homeland security? That’s pretty illegal, even for us.” LOL that’s all I’ll say. Dean: “Well, it’s something new, people haven’t seen it a thousand times.” (What like, pretending to be FBI agents every episode? Is that what you mean, Dean?)

Bad cop, good cop routine. Dean prods the vic until he’s uncomfortable and then Sam comes in with his puppy dog eyed compassion to get the answers they need.

Haha look at them so uncomfortable in suits. These little boys.

What? I forgot Dean made the EMF meter himself our of an old Walkman! Haha, this nerd. Sammy don’t make fun of him he’s so proud of himself.

Sam just cleared that fence in like, one jump. He is too tall.

those 2005 Special effects though.

Oh, Sulfur? It is a demon? Wow yeah the demon special effects have really matured since then.

Awwwwwwwwwww researching different religious beliefs about demons because they haven’t actually met any demons yet.

“I don’t know man, this isn’t our normal gig. I mean demons? They don’t want anything, just death and destruction for it’s own sake, this is big. I wish dad was here.”

Oh honey. Oh honey there is so much you don’t know.

The number 40 means death in biblical numerology?? Ummm … ok Dean. I was always taught that the number 40 didn’t always mean a specific amount of days, but rather it was another way to say “a long time” (for instance, when Noah was on the boat it didn’t really rain for 40 days and 40 nights, it was just a really long time) I’m gonna do a quick google.

https://www.biblestudy.org/bibleref/meaning-of-numbers-in-bible/40.html

“in Scripture, the number 40 generally symbolizes a period of testing, trial or probation.”

https://www.ldsliving.com/3-Latter-day-Saint-Scriptures-to-Help-You-Understand-Jesus-s-Temptations-in-the-Wilderness/s/90234

“The number 40 can symbolize a period of testing, trial, or probation”

https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-significance-of-the-number-40-with-so-many-bible-references

“The number 40 represents transition or change; the concept of renewal; a new beginning. The number 40 has the power to lift a spiritual state.”

“According to the Egyptians, it is the number of days necessary in order that the soul becomes definitively delivered of his body.”

??? Maybe that’s what they were referring to? That’s not even in the bible though. Anyway, I’m no bible expert but it is once again evident that these boys (and the show writers) have never read a bible in their lives.It’s ok though, who cares about accuracy?

Ok, back to Supernatural.

“Why do you think I drive everywhere Sam” lmao. I think it’s really funny how even these early episodes are written like the audience already knows the characters. There is a very quickly established norm, and then when the episodes deviate from that norm it is very clear.

Humming Metallica calms Dean down, that is my favorite thing.

Sam: Now, who is it possessing? Dean: Well, its usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness. You know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through, somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress.

Ok, I know this is one of those things that the writers probably just forgot about (or, if we’re being generous to the writers, something Sam and Dean didn’t fully understand and later learned was kind of irrelevant) but it is interesting to think that demons “usually” need to find someone with a chink in the armor. It would be interesting to determine what those chinks are throughout the series whenever people we know get possessed by demons.

I like that Dean keeps holy water in a crushed water bottle.

“if she’s possessed, she’ll flinch at the name of God.” WHAT. Oh wait, I guess they do keep that, Jack says it [Cristo] when he’s trying to test the one girl in 14x06. Man, I forgot.

Wow back when they needed exorcisms and didn’t just have demon/angel blades handy at all times. (then again, this way they save the vessel, which they don’t really seem to care about anymore….)

(The demon knew about what happened to Jessica) Sam is starting to put together that everything is rigged. O.o if only he knew how rigged.

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A Better Future: Arrow 7x15 Review (Training Day)

Look out for Episode 7x15!!! She came out dancing like, “Nobody puts Baby in a corner!”

There are so many goodies I don’t know where to start. Well, obviously I know where to start. We’re going to obsess over every detail. But first, I must ask if anyone survived the 7x16 promo? Cause I didn’t. This is Ghost Jen.

Let’s dig in….

Olicity

This pregnancy is waaaaaaay more fun now that Oliver knows. Seriously this episode is straight out of fanfiction.

Oliver mostly just wants to feed Felicity things I can’t even pronounce.

What the heck is a tartine and who sautés broccolini? You know what? I don’t even care. Oliver can cook whatever he wants as long as he’s naked. Yes, those are the marital provisions. You may turn to page 21 in the marriage contract if you need proof. It’s in bold.

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See guys? We’re not the only ones quietly unnerved by fully-realized-Jesus-like-superhero Oliver. He’s giving Felicity the wiggins too.

When was the last time Oliver took orders from anyone? Nope. You can’t say Felicity. She’s the wifey and pregnant. I feel extremely confident if she asked Oliver to nuke a country he’d do it and then roast her a turkey over the fires of destruction.

Oliver is going the extra mile with the SCPD because he wants the partnership to be legitimate for “our baby.”

Is there anything sexier than Oliver talking about the incubating human he put in his wife? NOPE THERE IS NOT.

First time I died. Yes, we’re numbering it.

Immediately, Oliver mentions William and his reasoning for listening to the SCPD’s buffoon orders is understandable.

Oliver missed out on ten years of William’s life and being a vigilante hasn’t made their present day relationship any easier. Re: William got the hell out of dodge and is living with the most evil grandparents in the world. Come on. We know they are kinda evil. WHO ERASES A FATHER’S PHONE MESSAGE? At the very least they are hyper helicopter grandparents, which is a hop, skip and a jump away from Evil Town.

Oliver is extremely glass half full right now.

I guess this is what happens when THE PRINCESS THAT WAS PROMISED is about to arrive. I love Felicity’s mildly exasperated expression as Oliver’s waxes poetically about this partnership. Listen girl, you turned him into this big pile of mushy rainbows. Not us.

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Does anyone else scream, “SPOILER ALERT: EVERYTHING IS AWFUL IN THE FUTURE!!!” every time Oliver talks about making the city safe for their children, so they can live in Star City and be happy? No? Just me? The dude deserves a heads up. The writers sure aren’t giving him one. It’s like salt in an open wound whenever Oliver dreams of Star City becoming Disney World 2.0. WRONG SHOW OLIVER.

This is the show where the writers bludgeon us with misery and only give us joyful moments as a brief respite from our pain and sorrow.

Too bitter?

Felicity gets on board with the glass half full approach because ain’t nothing cuter than her man being all sunshine and rainbows.

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After all, they are a team within and team. Then comes all the smooching and we’re only in the first 5 minutes. Second time I died.

Oliver totally looked at Felicity’s stomach when she said she didn’t want anyone knowing about what’s happening “in here” and his little amused smile was so much I cannot.

Felicity’s right about mum’s the word and not because they are vigilantes, although that is a thing. It’s best to wait until the first trimester is over before making any big announcements.

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Oliver agrees, Felicity actually says, “Yay,” and then asks him to make her a tartine.

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Starving and nausea sum up my first trimester too, girl. Third time I died.

Felicity pregnant ratchets up her adorable factor by at least 80%.

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This woman breathes and I’m like

I also love how Oliver is the only person who knows why her rambling is so extra and reels her in. Team within a team is damn right.

The SCPD pours out Oliver’s half full glass because they are annoying and stupid. The team needs to adhere to protocol or else. Ugh why do we have to listen to the cops? They don’t have cool toys.

Felicity convinces Oliver they simply need to show the SCPD the Team Arrow way and they’ll stop with all the red-tape-need-actual-evidence-court-of-law nonsense.

It sounds good, particularly coming from Felicity. I’m at the same point as Oliver. I think this woman could tell me the sky is purple and I’d rock some “Purple Rain.”

If Arrow wants do a show where Oliver cooks for Felicity while she shares all her pregnancy symptoms as they smooch and be adorable in their little incubating love nest I would be completely fine with that because it's Emmy award winning television.

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Why does the show have to be over? It’s perfect. Fourth time I died.

Olicity continues with their team within a team approach and decide to bring James Midas in on their own. They do it the old fashioned way. (HAHAHA that sounds dirty. Sorry. I’m a 10 year old trapped in a 37 year old body.) Oliver goes full on growly, burly man in leather and threatens to melt Midas’ face off in a tub of hydrofluoric acid. Stephen Amell’s facial reactions are hysterical. Oliver is almost bored like, “Come on, come on, I have tartines to make and a baby to name.”

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Felicity records the confession while complaining about people like me who don’t click update. I’m perfectly fine with bae owning my ass. Fifth time I died.

But the mayor cuts Midas loose because his confession was coerced. Is that a thing we care about on Arrow now? I guess we’re doing the whole Miranda rights, due process, warrants, evidence, chain of custody thing. Huh. So… how’d they prosecute all the other criminals for the last seven years?

I’m also willing to venture the mayor is slightly evil if she’s big buddies with a guy like Midas. WHO FUNDED HER CAMPAIGN?

Uncle Diggle is wondering why his OTP is going rogue, so he swings by for a little chat. His Yoda senses are on high alert.

This is why they had to make Diggle normal again. Pod Diggle would never suss out an Olicity pregnancy. I love how Oliver and Felicity are all, “WE AREN’T TELLING ANYONE,” and then Diggle shows up, asks one question, and they fold.

You can’t lie to Yoda. Thems the rules.

Diggle ships this ship harder than anybody else. He practically willed this child into existence.

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It’s possible he’s more excited than Oliver when Felicity tells him the news. The “we’re having a baby” absolutely includes John Thomas Diggle too. Sixth time I died.

We have to go over this moment in particular because @lyricalarrow mentioned it in a tweet and I cracked up because it is so true.

Where is the lie? Oliver looks at the ground, crosses his arms, and shuffles his feet whenever he feels shy or bashful. It’s like he’s a little embarrassed Diggle knows they have sex.

Meanwhile, the hot little mama over there with her hip wiggle is more than comfortable letting Diggle know his boy knocked her up. Hilarious perfection.

Honestly, I understand Oliver’s reaction here because I felt the same telling my parents I was pregnant. They high fived, but I was a little embarrassed there was physical evidence of my sexual activity with my husband. It’s cool. I feel confident they decided my daughter was the Immaculate Conception. Everyone is very comfortable with that story.

This announcement also leads to Diggle’s rapid understanding of why Oliver and Felicity are acting like they are on a clock, because THEY ARE ON A CLOCK. Their child will be born into Disney World come hell or high water. THY NAME IS OLICITY AND THY WILL BE DONE!

Like I said, it sounds good on paper, but Diggle comes prepared with logic. Oliver and Felicity understandably have baby on the brain, but they aren’t thinking their rogue plan through. It’ll work for a little while, but then Oliver will land in Slabside again. Yeah, I don’t want to go back to Slabside. I want to keep doing all the baby stuff. Whatever keeps us doing the baby stuff is the plan I favor.

The truth is if the Team Arrow way worked 100% then Star City would be saved. Same goes for the SCPD. Yes, let us casually ignore the writers will not allow the city to be saved until the final episode because that’s just details. What needs to happen is a combo approach. Ya know like an actual partnership.

Diggle: You have to find a way to make it work. Comprise. Do whatever you have to do because if you want a new future for this baby of yours it won’t come by doing the same thing we used to do. We have to be something else. Something better.

Is this the first time Diggle has said the, “Be something else” line?” I feel like it is. If so, it’s a momentous occasion. Every part of the OTA trio has officially given a “Be Something Else” speech. Jeez, this show really is ending isn’t it?

After saving the day while working in partnership with the SCPD, Team Arrow reconvenes in their home away from home. BUNKER IS BACK BABY!!!!!!!!!!! Thank goodness. I am so sick of the police department. It lacks flair.

The team wants to grab a beer to celebrate, which feels like the first time this suggestion has ever happened other than Diggle and Oliver tossing back some vodka or scotch. What’s with all the alcohol? Cause Felicity is pregnant, and these writers want to create as many situations as possible where it can be referenced.

I honestly think Oliver just went to the bar to keep the cover. Cue super sweet winking.

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Seventh time I died.

Diggle isn’t done being amazing. I MISSED HIM SO MUCH Y’ALL. He brings Felicity ginger candies to help with the morning sickness. In my fic “Broken Pieces” it was saltine crackers. Seriously, how many of us have written fics where A) Diggle figures out Felicity is pregnant and B) he helps her with the morning sickness because he learned a few things while Lyla was pregnant?

Yeah that’s what I thought. Nobody gets to tell me this episode isn’t straight out Olicity Ficville. I. LOVE. IT. Eighth time I died.

He also stokes the Smoak Tech fires by complimenting Felicity on her technology and generally being a total bad ass while pregnant.

SEE? SHE CAN DO BOTH PEOPLE.

Hold up. Rewind. Is that my girl shading Curtis Holt?

HAHAHA! YES IT IS!!!!!!!!!!! THIS EPISODE IS AMAZING!!!!!

We know this DNA security program she’s developed is what eventually becomes the Archer program, so I am very curious to see how it gets up and running.

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I think one word from Diggle is all it’s going to take.

FELICITY ASKED OLIVER IF SHE’S SHOWING. THE WRITERS HAVE KILLED ME DEAD EIGHT TIMES ALREADY? WHAT IF I ONLY HAVE NINE LIVES? MAYBE I’M REALLY A CAT!!!!!

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Honestly, they’ve nailed the first trimester: nausea, starvation, exhaustion, and wondering if you’re showing when you are absolutely nowhere near showing. Ninth time I died.

And then… Felicity wants to talk baby names. Cue hyperventilation.

Yeah yeah yeah I know we know the baby’s name BUT THEY ARE GONNA TALK ABOUT IT GUYS. That’s a whole other thing.

Oliver had names picked out pretty much since this moment.

This is the face of man naming his babies while staring at his future baby mama.

So, I’m really excited Felicity broached the subject first. She’s been dreaming about little Olivers and Felicities too. She’s just been a little calmer about it instead of My Face Is My Feelings over here.

I am still a firm believer in triplets because it gives us more name permutations, but whatever the writers didn’t listen to me and I won’t get greedy. So here we go. It isn’t going to be a boy so Felicity can name the boy whatever she wants.

LUCAS? SHE PICKED LUCAS?

Why not Tommy or Robert or the plethora of other dead male characters on this show? Lucas is a fine name I guess. Makes me think of Lucas from One Tree Hill, which is equally awful and wonderful. (His character was a mess. Don’t blame me for Lucas Scott being a mess.) Or Luke Skywalker who is also equally a mess. My husband’s cousin is named Luke. He’s an awesome guy. Lucas works. Okay. Lucas. Do we call him Luke? I like Luke.

What say you Twitter?

OH MY GOSH I LOVE LUCAS SO MUCH. Tenth time I died.

P.S.: This is why you don’t tell people your names until after the kid is born and you slapped it on the birth certificate.

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Oliver immediately signs off on Lucas (re: see nuclear bomb analogy). Hell, if Felicity wanted to name the kid Malcolm, Slade, The Demon’s Head, Damien, Adrian or Ricardo I think he’d still sign off. He might even go for Al Sah-him Jr. The boy is gone okay? Oliver made a baby with his woman and life is amazing. Eleventh time I died.

I love how Oliver tries to pretend like he just thought of a name for a baby girl.

Boy, you’ve been spinning out names in that brain of yours every night while you sharpen your arrows. You fool no one sir.

There’s a significant pause before Oliver says the name. He has given this a lot of thought. When he speaks again it’s in the same sweet, gentle and quiet tone he uses for Felicity. Since the beginning, Oliver has instinctively softened his voice around Felicity. It was a way to reassure her; to show she is always safe with him.

But his rage and pain are tempered now. The edges have been softened after seven years of loving this one woman.

Yet, this voice remains almost like a whisper because of how much Oliver feels and the depth he loves. It’s almost overwhelming.

This voice is Oliver at his most earnest and vulnerable.

This is the Oliver only Felicity gets to see.

He’s better at talking about his emotions now. It’s taking a lot of practice and learning, but the voice remains the same. This is how Oliver Queen speaks when the words matter the most.

His special Felicity’s voice is also his special Mia voice. Twelfth time I died.

DID I SAY HER NAME WAS MOIRA? .

YES I DID. Thirteenth time I died.

Felicity’s reaction is perfection because Moira is a slightly controversial choice given her relationship with Oliver’s mother and he knows that.

Sweet and fiery describes all the important women in Oliver’s life- the ones he’s loved the most. These women love deeply and fight fiercely.

Moira

Thea

Felicity

Mia

It describes Oliver as well. There is a gentle bear

underneath the raging bull.

This girl is Smoak, Kuttler, Dearden and Queen. And she’s amazing.

Oliver and Felicity’s baby girl seems destined to become a hero in her own right. Someday Oliver and Felicity will make a better and safer Star City for their children. Maybe they’ll save the city with their children.

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Fifteenth time I died. We haven’t even gotten to the promo yet. Probably not a cat, so I’m totally screwed.

Flash Forward

QUEEN SIBLING TEAM UP!!! Did anyone get major Bratva vibes during these scenes? I sure did. It’s in the blood kids!

Mia and William make the perfect team because they are (seemingly) opposites, but underneath the surface have a lot in common. RING ANY BELLS?

It doesn’t hurt they are basically the familial and platonic reverse of Oliver (Mia) and Felicity (William). Mia is the bad ass from the streets and William is the computer wizard with a whole lotta money. But William is a fighter as well and Mia is extremely smart. Time for some sibling bonding.

They are in search of the mini cassette player, so they can listen to Felicity’s messages. Mia tells William to stay put, but of course he doesn’t listen. Pro tip Mia: The elder sibling will never listen to you even when they should listen to you. Curse of being the youngest. Get used to it.

William procures a mini cassette player after haggling over price. Five hundred dollars??? I’m seriously going to look in the garage for one of those things. In twenty years it might make some bank. Unfortunately, William is scammed like Mia warned and he loses the tape. His plan for getting the tape back, however, works and Mia knocks the lights out of the guy who scammed her brother. I love these two so much. They are sibling perfection.

There’s a lot of mutual appreciation. Mia realizes her brother is a genius aka Mini Felicity and William realizes his sister is Mini Oliver.

It’s a really beautiful moment as William stares at her because it’s been about twenty years since he’s seen his father. She is the closest William has been to Oliver and vice versus.

But Mia thinking “You have failed this city” is a dumb will never not be funny.

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It’s difficult for William to hit play on the cassette because it’s been 20 years since he’s heard Felicity’s voice and there’s a fair amount of apprehension about what she’s going to say.

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Mia gives William the strength to hit play. It reminded so much of all the times Oliver and Felicity gently and lovingly supported each other simply by touching hands, particularly in the beginning of the burgeoning partnership and friendship.

Oliver refused to show any feeling while Felicity wore her heart on her sleeve. They took all the best parts of this beloved couple and put them in their children.

Hearing Felicity’s voice in the flash forwards made me cry and I just need her in this timeline already. She spent twenty years avoiding ever saying William and Mia’s names in the same sentence.

You don’t keep your two precious jewels in the same location. I think it’s safe to say this is the strategy Oliver and Felicity were using.

Are there plot holes with the whole William side of things? Sure. It wasn’t a secret he was Oliver’s son. The kid was photographed. You can easily find out his last name is Clayton and his grandparents aren’t exactly living off the radar. Arrow is either going to have an answer for all these little factoids or they’re gonna blow right past them and leave them in Plot Hole Land.

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But the bigger picture is Oliver and Felicity kept their children apart for a reason. I found it very interesting Felicity said this was a decision they made together. So whatever separation is coming, it was as much Oliver’s choice as it was Felicity’s.

She reads off some coordinates and orders the children not to look for her, which they promptly ignore. I loved Oliver and Thea’s relationship, but I am enjoying Mia and William’s even more. There’s a humor and banter that was missing between Oliver and Thea. Sure, there was the occasional teasing, but it was mostly fighting or crying with the original Queen siblings. It’s fine. It’s what the situations called for and Stephen and Willa acted the hell out of those scenes. It feels like the writers are trying to have more fun with William and Thea. They banter really showcases each actors’ comedic talent too, particularly Ben Lewis.

Mia recognizes the coordinates because it’s inside The Glades. Katherine McNamara tweeted out the perfect reaction because Mia’s tone is very “The North Remembers.” So winter is here friends and we’re going over the wall!

The mere existence of these children is a promise for a better future. I am choosing to remain optimistic about what Oliver and Felicity said. A hero’s journey has to start somewhere. William and Mia’s first act of heroism may very well be saving their parents.

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Team Arrow

Team Arrow being bored to tears and wiping the floor with the SCPD is the realest this show has ever been.

Oliver body slams a fellow officer as a way of “defusing the situation.” Rene puts a gun together at lightning speed and Felicity looks so bored with the tech she’s about to smash her head into a computer.

A significant reason Star City is a crappy place to live is because the police aren’t putting up a strong line of defense. The SCPD’s antiquated procedures hindering the capturing of criminals shocks no one. If things worked at the police department the city wouldn’t need Oliver Queen, his team of bandits, and all their amazing toys. I’ve put up with this Oliver as a police officer for several episodes now, but I draw the line at no suit and no arrows. Screw that.

Dinah is full speed ahead on being captain and draws a hard line in the sand with the team, which of course proves to be disastrous. The reason she is all in on Captain Drake is because she lost her cry and doesn’t feel she can be Bl*ck C*nary anymore. When did the C*nary Cry become a prerequisite?

Sara never had one and we were well into Season 3 before Cisco put that choker around L*urel’s neck. Relax Dinah.

Rene gets in Dinah’s face and defends Oliver because she’s being a b-i-t-c-h.

DID Y’ALL HEAR THAT? RENE DEFENDED OLIVER!!!!! Rene being tolerable, logical and borderline likable is almost as shocking as Zen Oliver.

Oliver apologizes for going rogue. He always apologizes first. We’re taking baby steps with the Newbies. Not everything can get better all at once. Patience. But then DINAH ALSO APOLOGIZES and she acknowledges she was way too hard on Oliver. Umm… hooray! But for real what is happening to this show right now? Everything is amazing.

Oliver FINALLY tells the team to “suit up” and I realized how long it’s been since he’s been the one to say it. The joy of Curtis Holt being gone will never abate. Speaking of Curtis, it feels like a massive difference now that the team is back to four in the field and Felicity in the bunker as Overwatch. God, I missed Overwatch. The trimming of Team Arrow was a smart move for many reasons and I think a five member team is the max capacity this show can handle. Dropping Curtis like the dead weight he is was a fantastic move.

Since Team Arrow is all about the legal now, Felicity hacks whatever SCPD has access to (they aren’t completely in the Stone Age) and it’s all admissible in court. The rest of the team secures evidence and arrests in partnership with the police, which mostly looks like the SCPD rolling in after Team Arrow has done all the work. I don’t really understand how the criminals Team Arrow captured were prosecuted before all this, but whatever.

I’m just happy the team is back in the bunker with their suits, they are the official black ops of the police department, and the mayor is repealing that stupid anti vigilante law. HELLO MY SHOW I HAVE MISSED YOU.

Bl*ck S*ren and Emiko

The “Training Day” writers didn’t check off everything on my wish list. They were close, but unfortunately BS did not kill Diaz. I still think it would’ve been awesome, but it’s okay. You win some and you lose some. I think it’s safe to say our fandom is winning just plenty.

Ben Turner aka Bronze Tiger witnessed Diaz’s murder while he was in solitary and it was someone wearing the Green Arrow suit, which means Emiko. In exchange for this information BS allows Turner to see his son – Connor, his “little hawk.”

I already love this backstory so much more than the one Connor had on the Legends of Tomorrow episode. Connor being Lyla and Diggle’s adopted son makes more sense to me than JJ taking on the random name of Connor Hawke.

BS confronts Emiko and the whole conversation is hysterical hypocrisy.

Bl*ck S*ren: You’re lying about who you really are. You’re not a hero.

STEAL ANYONE’S IDENTITY LATELY L*UREL? I can never decide if the writers are blatantly obtuse in regards to L*urel’s character (any version) or if this is somehow a tongue and cheek/wink wink kind of thing.

It doesn’t really matter. What does matter is I’m fairly certain BS just got Ben Turner killed.

It’s not going to take Emiko and Dante very long to figure out how L*urel came upon this information.

Holy hell lady. Keep your trap shut while you investigate someone. Didn’t you learn anything in law school? OH WAIT THAT’S RIGHT YOU DIDN’T GO!

Since Turner saved Lyla’s life once I believe they’ll adopt Connor as a way of paying it forward. They also can’t let a kid that adorable go. I just want to smush his face.

This also makes Felicity pickle in the middle. Oliver will of course believe Emiko over Bl*ck S*ren and Felicity will have to choose between the two. I’m actually way more interested in seeing how Felicity reacts than I am anything else, so once again BS services her storyline. Suits me just fine.

THE PROMO

I was sick on Monday (hence the delayed review), so my husband didn’t wake me up for Arrow. The nerve of him, I know. So, when I started watching I was about 40 minutes behind and @callistawolf told me to call her after because she was hyperventilating. I was very careful while tweeting not to read any other tweets. So, when Mia said they were going over the wall I thought, “Calm down Cal. It’s not that big of a deal – HOLY SHIT IS THAT A LOVE CABIN?”

THE. PROMO. KILLED. ME. The other fifteen times brought me to the edge and the promo shoved me off the cliff. Don’t mourn for me my friends. I had a good life and it was a good death.

This promo is proof the CW can actually put together great marketing for this show. They just choose not to 99.99% of the time, but at least 7x16 can join the truly great promos of 3x01, 3x20, 4x01 and 5x20.

We hear Felicity screaming as the camera pushes in on the cabin and down the hallway into the bedroom where she is delivering their child. The first image we see of Oliver and Felicity is their hands. Oliver is holding on tight as his wife struggles through labor.

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I remember when I used to hyperventilate over a mere shoulder or hand touch.

Oliver and Felicity’s romance started in the quiet moments.

Their love was in the details.

This image of them holding hands, Felicity’s wedding ring brightly shining in the sun, as she brings Mia into this world is a powerful symbol of where their story began and what their love created.

The reason we wear wedding rings is because they are an endless circles. The commitment we are making with our spouse is forever. We wear our ring on our fourth finger of our left hand because the Romans believed the vein in this finger lead directly to a person’s heart. Love is eternal. The focus on Felicity’s ring, her hand gripping tightly in Oliver’s, symbolizes Mia entering this endless loop of love where she will always be wanted, adored and safe.

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Of course, Oliver and Felicity’s child is born in the bright sunshine of morning. We would expect nothing less. It’s always the light. This child is a new beginning for Oliver and Felicity. A new life who can harness her parent’s light and shine her own upon all she loves. I get emotional when I think about where Oliver’s story began. He was a lost soul who believed life was merely about survival and he didn't deserve one worth living for. And now…

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I’m sobbing at the promo y’all. I won’t make it through the episode.

As for this moment...

This is my head canon until the show tells me different.

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Stray Thoughts

Why does Bl*ck S*ren think Oliver and Felicity will be mad Emiko killed Diaz? Nobody is crying over that guy cutie. Oliver and Felicity came to my smore party. They brought the chocolate.

Mia couldn’t put the tape in. I’m still laughing. Katherine McNamara’s comedic timing is gold.

“This is private. Loophole.” Felicity being the most irritated she can’t do things illegally is so on brand.

Mini cassettes were around in the nineties too. Can we stop with the super aging of things, show?

I love Face/Off. Classic Travolta vs. Cage.

We haven't done a good old fashion gang war. After 7 years in a crime fighting show that feels a little odd.

Oliver and Felicity have their baby in a love cabin and many believe it is Ravenspure, which is the cabin Felicity was conceived in. I truly do not remember this detail from Season 4, but I know better than to question my peeps.

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Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides Videos (3/5)

To celebrate the three-year anniversary of the first Sanders Sides video, I’ve decided to count down my Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides videos! We’re only halfway through the list, so let’s continue.

#3 is... “Learning New Things About Ourselves”

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GENERAL THOUGHTS

This video, I did not expect to enjoy a lot. But I did anyway. I think what really sold me was the message/lesson it was conveying, because moving forward in what you do/plan on doing, you are bound to face that question. And I was too earlier this month, but I’d rather not get into too much detail. I will say that what I’m doing now is the choice I want to make moving forward in life.

The other thing I really enjoyed that this was a Puppets video. Sesame Street was something I grew up watching when I was a little girl, and I got pretty much all of that watching this 38-minute video. I can tell that a lot of artistry went into the actual bits of the Puppets, from the craftsmanship to the actual puppeteering. I was thoroughly fascinated seeing the behind-the-scenes video to this Sanders Sides video too. Even if I didn’t see it before, I could instantly tell that a lot of work and effort was put into this video. From a behind-the-scenes, nostalgic and message standpoint, this is one of my absolute favorites.

FAVORITE PARTS/LINES OF DIALOGUE (in no particular order)

I LOVED the Sides’ puppets designs. Joan did an amazing job making concept designs for the puppets, and the same goes to Adam Kreutinger for bringing their artistic vision to life. Roman has my favorite design, because of that nostalgic feeling I get looking at him, and Virgil’s puppet look is a very close second!

“I’m shooting straight, even though I’m gay.”

The SONG. I have zero regrets purchasing it from Google Play last month. I never could recall the lyrics the first few times listening to it, but the tune really stuck.

I also enjoy Roman and Logan’s monologues to each other after the song.

“Maybe because the problem is the opposite of cut and dry!” “Uh, intact and wet!”

Virgil immediately regretting turning himself into a puppet.

The fact that Roman drew the Mona Lisa in a Dora the Explorer coloring book with only four crayons.

“Sweet Coraline!” “Ba, ba, ba!”

All the puppet/educational show references.

“Thank you, you shadowy, but angelic songbird.” “You got it, Pop star.” “*gasps* You gave me a Dad-themed nickname!”

The Cogitating Cap. Can that return in the merch shop? I kind of want to get one. XD

“Oh my gosh, what is up your butt?” “An ARM!”

Logan’s reaction to taking Virgil’s “lighting fires under your butts” statement literally.

Patton having no filter in the start of the video. Oh, sweet boy. That entire bit cracked a massive smile on my face.

“You’re lost.” “I’m right here.”

Moxiety! I’m not sure if there was an official video heavily revolving around these two. If there wasn’t, Thomas and friends, please make it happen in a future video, and not just in small moments. I wanna see a video centered around these two!

“Uptown funking you up.”

I love how Patton and Virgil’s verses in the song are callbacks to “Moving On” and “Accepting Anxiety” respectively. I hope we get another two-part video.

*holds up a “Samesies” flashcard* “Same-size.” Totally didn’t butcher it, Logan.

“I know that face. My child is returning.” *Virgil appears* Honestly, this entire entrance is probably my favorite of Virgil’s in this series.

“Why did I never question people’s belitting views on what I do?” Powerful question.

More stretchy arms!

“I’d rather go live in a garbage can.”

Puppet Logan and Roman’s high five. I loved this bit even more knowing the bloopers that happened filming that particular moment. I’m still giggling over the fact that Thomas accidentally poked his own eye.

“Look, I’m not choosing sides here-.” “Sanders Sides!”

Patton’s hormone/rain monologue in the middle of the song. I could tell by watching the bloopers that it was an absolute nightmare for Thomas to deliver, because of how fast Patton is rambling.

How Virgil’s face twisted after a couple of the cutesy nicknames by Patton were thrown at him while they were still puppets. Major props to Nate Begle for making Puppet Virgil SO expressive!

“Oh my gosh! I will kill both of you... With my bare hands... and this sword.” The freaking improvising WORKED. And that smile at the end.

Virgil telling Patton not to give him the cutesy nicknames. I know this is kind of a sad moment, but Virgil came off as a freaking dork at the end in his attempts to sound cool.

“Don’t assume, Roman! You know what happens when you assume? You make an “as” out of “su” and “me”.”

The fact that Virgil jumped in the bit after his solo following Thomas and Logan’s argument. Sudden loud noises.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides top 5 #learning new things about ourselves

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Every question!!

SDFFSDFG DAM OK SIS

LONG POST AHEAD IF U LITERALLY WANNA KNOW ME PERSONALLY JUST READ THIS LMFAO

1: Name: Arche/Jupiter, my close friends know my real name so!

2: Age: High school has just been done so try to guess

3: Fears: Heights, oral presentations, the dark

4: 3 things I love: Drawing, men- concept art n stuff like that

5: 4 turns on: Oh here we go- uhh thighs, messy hair? when they give u The Look or when they. say things i will not talk about here HHGBDF n uhhh Arms 👀👀

6: 4 turns off: weird macho attitude, overly confident bullshit, being selfish and fuckboys in general

7: My best friend: not sure what this means but my bff is named Daphnée n i love her and ive known her my whole life so

8: Sexual orientation: homosexuale

9: My best first date: :))))))) as if

10: How tall am I: sigh. I’m 5″4

11: What do I miss: sometimes i miss the feeling loved ig

12: What time were I born: 12:19

13: Favourite color: pink!

14: Do I have a crush

15: Favourite quote: My senior quote!! “if what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, I’m telling you I’m immortal”

16: Favourite place: well? my room ig? I like my yard too

17: Favourite food: ugh ramen,,,korean dishes are TASTE as fuck but i also like classic ass spaghetti so like lol

18: Do I use sarcasm: does it look like i dont

19: What am I listening to right now: dr.phil LMFAO

20: First thing I notice in new person: Hair and eyes!! also how they laugh

21: Shoe size: Like. a 7-8 in women’s 6 in men’s

22: Eye color: Hazel/Golden yes bitch let me be special

23: Hair color: it’s either dark brown or golden brown idk

24: Favourite style of clothing: bruv its either kpoppie fuckboy or uwu skirts pastels

25: Ever done a prank call?: no i have anxiety

26: Meaning behind my URL:

27: Favourite movie: rise of the guardians and HTTYD

28: Favourite song: Comeback Home (BTS cover)

29: Favourite band: looks in the camera i dont know nan molla huh

30: How I feel right now: I’m fine im hungry

31: Someone I love: shoutout to my babeys in my server ily

32: My current relationship status: Single(tm)

33: My relationship with my parents: theyre fine ig just a bit tired

34: Favourite holiday:

35: Tattoos and piercing I have: Ear piercings? that’s it

36: Tattoos and piercings I want:

37: The reason I joined Tumblr:

38: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I sure hope not?

39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? A bit ig?

40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Literally no

41: When did I last hold hands? Like last Friday

42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes

43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? no i havent shaved in like months

44: Where am I right now? in my room, in quebec, canada

45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? bitch i sure hope my friends would

46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? fuck my ears

47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? yeah

48: Am I excited for anything? yeah? yeah

49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? ig? always

50: How often do I wear a fake smile? just at work tbh

51: When was the last time I hugged someone? not long ago i cant tell but my friends r cuddle monsters so

52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? i havent kissed anyone so

53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? lemme think uhhh no not rlly im not dumb

54: What is something I disliked about today? i woke up n i thought i had school lol

55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? oh john cock i want to be ur best friend

56: What do I think about most? i daydream 24/7

57: What’s my strangest talent? uhhh i can put my thumb behind my hand?

58: Do I have any strange phobias? trypophobia, if thats “weird”

59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? depends on what the video is, mostly behind

60: What was the last lie I told? idk answering to my deadname

61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? online

62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I slightly believe in ghosts? also aliens GOTTA exist so

63: Do I believe in magic? i think!

64: Do I believe in luck? yeah

65: What’s the weather like right now? very pretty i filmed a video outside!!

66: What was the last book I’ve read? L’Étranger d’Albert Camus in french class

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? yes my dad’s a mechanic

68: Do I have any nicknames? a lot a lot

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? bitch @ my birth #neverforget

70: Do I spend money or save it? i have 40$ in my name right now

71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no

72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? yes highlighter

73: Favourite animal? cats or otters

74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? FBISDFD NO WE DONT TALK ABOUT IT

75: What do I think is Satan’s last name idk he can have any last name he wants!!!

76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? everytime i start hearing “waiting for you anpanman” or “i just wanna go home” 👀👀

77: How can you win my heart? aaahh. be a twink. b fashionable. b funny. cheesy. pls romance me like a npc in the sims 2

78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? s(he) died smh

79: What is my favorite word? cunt is SUCH a satisfying word

80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr? oh great uh honestly cant be fucked

81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? please have brain. PLEASE

82: Do I have any relatives in jail? i sure hope the fuck not?

83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? either invisibility or mind reading

84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? ahaaa “what are your intrusive thoughts”

85: What is my current desktop picture? my lesbian sims getting married LMFAO

86: Had sex? no

87: Bought condoms? no

88: Gotten pregnant? NO

89: Failed a class? i think yeah maths last year

90: Kissed a boy? :(((

91: Kissed a girl? no

92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? no

93: Had job? I have a job rn so

94: Left the house without my wallet? yeah when i go to school

95: Bullied someone on the internet? define bullying?

96: Had sex in public? virgin squad

97: Played on a sports team? yeah

98: Smoked weed? no ew

99: Did drugs? no ew

100: Smoked cigarettes? NO EW

101: Drank alcohol? yep

102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? no i’d die

103: Been overweight? i’m twig

104: Been underweight? i think i was underweight when i was young? i was very Small

105: Been to a wedding? yes very long boring

106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? bruh. everyday

107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? probably?

108: Been outside my home country? ONCE

109: Gotten my heart broken? TWICE !

110: Been to a professional sports game? yesss canadians game!!

111: Broken a bone? no

112: Cut myself? not technically

113: Been to prom? SOON SOON SOON SOSOSNSBFSHDD

114: Been in airplane? once

115: Fly by helicopter? i am not rich bitch

116: What concerts have I been to? noneeee- WAIT NO MARIE MAI

117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? not sex but for the purpose of pretending i have a penis yes plenty

118: Learned another language? yeah!! i learned english, i almost learned spanish and i’m trynna learn korean now

119: Wore make up? i try!! but i’m not super good

120: Lost my virginity before I was 18? not 18 yet but it’s goin that way

121: Had oral sex? as if

122: Dyed my hair? i wishhh

123: Voted in a presidential election? I WISH THE ELECTIONS R ONE MONTH B4 MY BIRTHDAY

124: Rode in an ambulance? nope

125: Had a surgery? yes at a week old

126: Met someone famous? i think yes but i was super small

127: Stalked someone on a social network? define stalked?

128: Peed outside? yes

129: Been fishing? YES

130: Helped with charity? i think? we do volunteering so

131: Been rejected by a crush? not directly

132: Broken a mirror? no

133: What do I want for birthday? boyf......boy..boyff

134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? oh man uhh maybe 2-3, i dont know their names yet honestly

135: Was I named after anyone? MY DAD NAMED ME AFTER A FUCKIN CLIENT HE MET. as for my actual name now I named myself after my fav video game character. lit

136: Do I like my handwriting? yeah!!

137: What was my favourite toy as a child? bitch hot wheels

138: Favourite Tv Show? hells kitchen,,,,judge judy,,,anythin like that

139: Where do I want to live when older? honestly i wish i could just live in japan or tokyo, or new york? but i will most likely end up in montreal

140: Play any musical instrument? i used to play the clarinet last year!!

141: One of my scars, how did I get it? the one on my knee, i scratched my desk with my knee

142: Favourite pizza toping? my dad makes AMAZING sea food pizzas,,,

143: Am I afraid of the dark? a lot

144: Am I afraid of heights? A LOT

145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? idk prolly? im a bit of a goody two shoes or however u spell it

146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end: dont we all

147: What I’m really bad at: organizing my anxiety n shit i get overwhelmed

148: What my greatest achievments are: finishing high school

149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: honestly has to be that time someone dug up my vent post about being dysphoric to try to say i hated myself with some dumbass DySphorIa Is SelF HaTRed argument

150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: pay my parents’ debt off, buy 284223$ of BT21 merch, pay my whole college/uni and transition

151: What do I like about myself: idk i like how i literally do not give a fuck anymore and ive learned to love myself instead of trynna care

152: My closest Tumblr friend: @peptobismol-official @ace-landofthesun @dorkalisious and ana but idk her @ anymore :((( ana pls

153: Something I fantasise about: we dont talk about that

154: Any thoughts on the paranormal?: lit. please stop crawling in my ceiling !

ok now that u know my whole biography. go doxx me ig. bye bye

#Arche.txt #asks #ask #long post

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recklessandwandering · 5 years

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A Year in Review

By tradition, it’s time for my annual review! From @md-admissions

1 - What did you do in 2018 that you’d never done before?

Get a Masters Degree, get accepted into medical school, gain new immediate family members

2 - Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

My new years resolution was to cry. I did not

This years is: vomit less, cry more. We shall see.

3 - Did anyone close to you give birth?

Yeah! One of my good friends at work

4 - Did anyone close to you die?

My Aunt Barbara.

5 - What countries did you visit?

Canada! Yay!

6 - What would you like to have in 2019 that you lacked in 2018?

A partner to celebrate the little things

7 - What date from 2018 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

10/25/2018- the day I was accepted into my first medical school

8 - What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Getting accepted into medical school!!

9 - What was your biggest failure?

The queries at work that did not work out. My ability to manage my anxiety/depression/mental health

10 - Did you suffer illness or injury?

I did the thing when you stop sleeping and then your body shut downs. Whoops.

11 - What was the best thing you bought?

Technically my med school applications?

12 - Whose behavior merited celebration?

The students in Parkland who fought for the things they deserve. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez for defending the people who need it most. Dr. Christine Blasey Ford for being brave in a world where women are not respected.

13 - Whose behavior made you appalled or depressed?

The Republican leaders of America

14 - Where did most of your money go?

Medical school things: MCAT, application, and secondary applications

15 - What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Graduating! Finishing my applications! Kesha/Macklemore concert! So. many. weddings. !.

16 - What song(s) will always remind you of 2018?

Good Old Days- Macklemore and Kesha

17 - Compared to this time last year, are you:

I. Happier or sadder?

Sadder. Womp.

II. Thinner or fatter?

The same?

III. Richer or poorer?

Poorer.

18 - What do you wish you’d done more of?

Yoga. Races.

19 - What do you wish you’d done less of?

Snacking on sweets. Avoiding my emotions. Napping to solve problems.

20 - How will you be spending/spent christmas?

Christmas is nice because I get to go home for more than 2 days. I was with my family.

21 - Did you fall in love in 2018?

Nope.

22 - How many one-night stands?

Two. Yikes.

23 - What was your favorite tv program?

Code Black. Which is sadly cancelled now.

24 - Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

But of course.

25 - What was the best book you read?

One Hundred of Years of Solitude. Also the only book I read.

26 - What was your greatest musical discovery?

Hayley Kiyoko.

27 - What did you want and get?

To get into med school. To kiss a certain boy. To see Macklemore in person.

28 - What was your favorite film of this year?

Set It Up, To All The Boys I Loved Before, Crazy Rich Asians, Good Will Hunting

29 - What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

In VA Beach with my girls who also turned 25! We were in an Irish bar I think and I heard the song “Shut Up and Dance” and took it as a command. And the people in the bar had a fun time watching me. We also drank too many blue long islands. I threw up in the shower the next day and went home and had a bbq in my back yard with my family and best frands.

30 - What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

A romantic partner. Which is lame BUT TRULY.

31 - How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2018?

High. Waisted. Everything.

32 - What kept you sane?

Diet Coke and coffee. And afternoon naps with rain.

33 - Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Tom Holland

34 - What political/social issue stirred you the most?

Healthcare reform, healthcare for children, access to care, the fact that nazis are frolicking in the US without a care, gun reform and school shootings, believing all females.

35 - Who did you miss?

My campers.

36 - Who was the best new person you met?

Hanna, my ENFP pen-pal

37 - Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2018:

Alone is not the same as lonely.

#year in review #my life #a year in a review #text

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#1: “The Wicked Deep” by Shea Ernshaw

The specs:

Pages: 308 (Hardcover, US Edition) Pub date: March 6th, 2018 Publisher: Simon Pulse Genre(s)/Themes: Fantasy; Young Adult; Paranormal; Witches; Curses Where to buy: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Audible

Full review under the cut below; spoilers ahead!

“Welcome to the cursed town of Sparrow…

Where, two centuries ago, three sisters were sentenced to death for witchery. Stones were tied to their ankles and they were drowned in the deep waters surrounding the town. Now, for a brief time each summer, the sisters return, stealing the bodies of three weak-hearted girls so that they may seek their revenge, luring boys into the harbor and pulling them under. Like many locals, seventeen-year-old Penny Talbot has accepted the fate of the town. But this year, on the eve of the sisters’ return, a boy named Bo Carter arrives; unaware of the danger he has just stumbled into. Mistrust and lies spread quickly through the salty, rain-soaked streets. The townspeople turn against one another. Penny and Bo suspect each other of hiding secrets. And death comes swiftly to those who cannot resist the call of the sisters. But only Penny sees what others cannot. And she will be forced to choose: save Bo, or save herself.” (via Goodreads)

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A cover to die for

What initially drew me to this book was the cover. There, sitting on my library’s eye-level shelf, was this book, and the cover design is absolutely gorgeous. Digitally, the design is as eerie as the atmosphere of the text itself, and the shimmering silver detail is beautiful. The crow and the pentagram are a bit misleading, but they anchor a pre-conceived notion of what the book is about: supposed witchcraft. Aside from this small detail, the design of the cover is beautiful, and so is the naked copy! Here’s a picture of it, because it’s too nice to gloss over:

Overall, the physical details of the book are stunning and I am a huge fan of both the jacket cover and the naked version.

The Treacherous Trio

The story is set in motion because of three sisters who’ve journeyed to a town in the 1800s they know nothing about. Their unparalleled beauty, irresistible charm, and captivating aura allure all men who cross their paths. It is these overwhelming factors that cause the townspeople to believe the sisters are witches, ensnaring the men of Sparrow, Oregon to fall in love with them and think of nothing else. Wrongfully accused of witchcraft, the three sisters are sentenced to death by the town, sentenced to eternity at the bottom of the ocean with rocks tied to their ankles.

Fast forward two hundred years later, and the legend of the Swan sisters—Marguerite, Aurora, and Hazel—has turned into a curse. Every summer at the start of June since the year of their death, the sisters take over the bodies of three girls who inhabit Sparrow and take revenge on the down that wronged them. They bewitch boys to fall in love with them, drowning them and trapping their souls at the bottom of the ocean for all of time.

This was such a cool concept to me! As sad and horrible as it is, I’m always fascinated by the lore and legends of a place saturated with a dark past. I was a bit hesitant to pick it up with this concept alone, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see what this particular narrative was going to be like, what form it would take from something as widely-known as witch trials. I really loved the sense of magic that came with this curse of the sisters inhabiting the bodies of girls from the town they were so betrayed by. Eventually, we are able to see their perspective, as limited as it might seem; we hear their hatred, their longing for life, their anger at their lives being taken from them when they were only teenagers.

A back-and-forth narrative

One of the most intriguing aspects of the story is the perspective this story is told in. The book is told in first-person present with chapters in between told in third-person omniscient. As the story progresses in first person, we follow the main character Penny (who, spoiler! is inhabited by one of the Swan sisters, Hazel) as she falls in love with the secretive outsider Bo and tries to save her town from the murders to come. While Penny/Hazel’s journey to stop Marguerite and Aurora from killing more boys during the weeks before the summer solstice, we also get glimpses of the past. These third-person break-up chapters coincide with the point of the story Penny/Hazel is telling, letting the reader step back and get the full picture of how the sisters died, how the townspeople were like in the 1800s, and the real story of the Swan sisters.

These two opposing methods of storytelling are insightful and add more layers to the book as a whole. It was thoroughly enjoyable to be in the moment and then pulled back to fit the rest of the puzzle pieces where they were meant to be in the plot as I read on. It lets the reader be caught up in the twists while also taking a breather to really assess the situation and the backstory! Such a nice touch.

Description at length

Another aspect of the book I really enjoyed was the atmosphere Ernshaw created: no detail was too small, too insignificant to mention. Not only did her attention to specifics aid in the wonderful setup of the moods and feelings of each moment, but it really completed the picture of each individual scene and feel of the story. Ernshaw’s writing was immersive and clear; she really paints a picture in your head, it was excellent.

Romance: Wistful yet juvenile

I have a very hard time enjoying romance in YA, mostly because I find the pacing too rushed. In the case of The Wicked Deep, the main romance between Penny/Hazel and Bo was a bit rushed but understandable, as the course of the story is only set within roughly three weeks. It did seem fast-paced to me, but it also seemed genuine. I enjoyed watching Bo’s armor crack and Penny/Hazel’s doubts hold her off for a little while.

The other romance that’s given more depth in this story, and which ultimately leads to the demise of the three sisters, is the original love between Hazel and Owen. The account of the romance between these two when Hazel was still alive was sweet and sad, and the more details you learn about their mutual end tug at the heartstrings. I was more interested to read about their time together than I was about Bo and Penny/Hazel. Even in the end, when (spoilers!) Hazel relinquishes Penny’s body and Penny is allowed to fall in love with Bo (and Bo with the original Penny), it seemed...strange, almost. Bo fell in love with Hazel but then falls in love with actual Penny, only to be still holding onto his love for Hazel. It seemed far-fetched to me, but was otherwise sweet.

The Verdict

Overall I really liked this book! It was a very quick read for me and I loved the concept. In the end, I was more invested in the actual setting and of Sparrow, Oregon and the culture Ernshaw created for the story than the characters themselves, but it is still one I would recommend.

Favorite aspect: The mood and tone, the abundant imagery, the surprises, and the ambience. Least favorite aspect: The romance. Rating: 4/5 stars

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Thank you for reading!

Cheers, Dani

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caressaiswhere · 6 years

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Umbrella ea hau e kae? (Where is your umbrella?) Much Ado At Initiation Ceremony

The first time I made a friend in my training village, the opening conversation, half in English and half in Sesotho went something like this:

Me: Hello ausi (sister). How you are you?

Local Girl: I am fine, how are you?

M: I’m great! What is your name?

LG: Tshidi Kheleku

Me: Ohhh **(tries hard to hear the name right and so I can repeat it during future interactions. ** Well, I am ausi Bonolo.

T: Yes, I know … where are you going?

M: I am going to Maputsoe to go shopping.

T: With whom?

M: Baithaopi.

T: It’s hot. Ausi Bonolo, where is your umbrella? Why do you not have it?

M: I don’t have an umbrella.

T: Would you like one for 15 Rand?

M: No thanks, I am fine. I must go or I will miss the taxi into town. Bye-Bye Ausi.

T: Bye-Bye ausi Bonolo.

And thus, began a good acquaintanceship and the beginning of a never-ending train of people wanting to know 1) where I am going and 2) why I don’t have my umbrella.

Now that I have settled into by village in Botha-Bothe, the question is constant. Those who know me, ask me in English. Those who don’t know me, or who don’t speak as much English, ask me in Sesotho. I am well versed in answering in either language that no, I don’t have an umbrella and no, I don’t need to borrow one. Because of the hot summers here in Lesotho, many Basotho don’t go anywhere without some kind of wide-brimmed head covering/hat or an umbrella. Some, women especially, have both. As an American who enjoys the sun, even if it beats too hot on my head, I used to find the concept of hats and umbrellas to be superfluous. I’m darker-skinned and don’t usually experience the negatives of sunburns. I like to sweat and fell the sun-beating down on me, signs that I am alive and living through a second consecutive summer. But for many that I encounter, my behavior seems to be absurd. People shake their heads at the laughable black girl heading down the street for an hour walk with absolutely no protection from the sun. Women laugh and try to give or sell me theirs. I always refuse. The umbrella isn’t my style.

However, on the 14th of January, I took up a woman on her offer, to pretty dissatisfactory results. On the morning of the 14th, I agreed to go with a co-teacher to an initiation school ceremony. Initiation school, also known as circumcision school, lasts from mid-July to mid-January. During this time, the boys undergo traditional rites of passages and emerge, culturally speaking, men. The first three months are spent in the village until the warmth of late spring/early summer leads them into the mountains. In addition to becoming circumcised by traditional doctors, they learn a myriad of skills deemed to be important for becoming a strong Basotho male. At the ceremony, I had the privilege to ask the traditional doctor questions with the help of my co-teacher as translator. He spoke of how the men learn skills such as sewing, hunting, and tasks related to physical strength. Through the usage of traditional medicine, the men are not only strengthened but sanctified. Basotho are thought to have been protected during times of Civil War and international wars due to their men being trained and protected by the traditional doctors. War is seen more about which doctor was the best at spiritually protecting and strengthening his men. The ceremony in January is their homecoming ceremony, where the boys-turned-men return to their villages with their new skills and knowledge in tow.

I, of course, knew nothing about this before heading to the ceremony. My counterpart just kept asking me if I wanted to go to the ceremony at the next big village area since I had missed the local one due to miscommunication. What the ceremony entailed and who it was about was a mystery to me revealed only on the long walk towards the taxi/van areas. Of course, the first thing upon meeting me on the main road that my co-teacher asked me was “Why did you not bring an umbrella?” I laughed because 5 minutes prior, my host-mother had asked me the same thing when I went to let her know where I was headed. And the co-teacher’s daughter had asked me the same thing 3 minutes prior when she came to let me know that her father was waiting for me on the main road. To both of the females, I had simply replied that I did not have an umbrella and that where I come from, I am not accustomed to using an umbrella, not even when it is raining. However, my co-worker was more concerned. He was like “why did you not ask your host mother to borrow you one?” I laughed, reiterated that I am not accustomed to umbrellas and prefer the heat of the sun, even on hot days.

I thought the matter was solved, but when I arrived some time later to the ceremony grounds, it was clear that it was not. One of the traditional doctor’s wives (he has two) let me sit next to her. She fed me motoho, a sour (citrusy) porridge served at occasions such as this. Then she immediately instructed one of her friends to loan/give me an umbrella. Unsure of how to refuse politely in Sesotho and not wanting to appear rude by assuming she spoke English (she does), I took the umbrella and thanked her. I knew she was being generous and sharing, the only thing to do in the situation as a Basotho.

Because I was not a man who had paid a fee to take picture of the event, I will try to describe what I saw. Before me was a tent, in which about 20 young men were sitting on the floor, in red patterned blankets. They were facing a crowd of men, who I was later told were those who had already completed initiation school. The women and kids were sitting off the left, a little south of the tent. Behind the tent was a section that was supposed to be filled by boys who had not yet attending initiation school. But since it was early in the day and not many were attending the ceremony yet, a few women and girls were sitting there as well. The open-tented area was surrounded by sticks covered in red colored medicine at the tips. I later learned that the sticks were there as protection for the ceremony. Anyone inside would be protected from any evil spirts or ill-wishing. Only those currently finishing initiation school were typically allowed to dwell in the center, while everyone else sat outside the boundaries of the sticks, except during the time when the entered to present gifts. At the front of the covering where the initiation school attendees were sitting was one male standing at the front, leading the singing. The ceremony most consists of boys-turned-me being announced to the crowd. That particular man then stands up and leads the whole group in singing. He may sing for as long as he wants. The length of singing sometimes depends on the number of gifts being brought up while he is singing. Gifts are brought to the left corner of the tent where one of the teachers blesses it before giving it to another teacher who collects and organizes the gifts. The blessing is done by taking the tail of a cow and dipping it into a bucket holding traditional medicine prepared by the traditional doctor. The water is then dripped/sprinkled from the cow’s tail onto the gift. This protects the gift so that even if it had evil spirits meant to do the boy-turned-man harm, the boy would be protected. Then, and only then, will the teacher pick up the gift and present it to the initiated. The gifts were a myriad of things. The idea is to present whatever you have to give in support to the initiated. My co-teacher joked that I could even lay down my eye-glasses. The gifts are given to the family of the male, so laying down something like glasses would only work if I was supporting someone in my own family. Once I was allowed to move closer, I saw so many types of gifts being given:

· Thin brightly colored plastic bracelets

· Mardi-gra like-beaded necklaces

· Safety-pins

· Matches

· Maluti coins (Maluti is the local currency)

· Thick warm blankets ( Both the kind worn around Basotho during cooler

weather and the kind you would use for your bedding only.)

· Bandana-like cloths

· Towels/mini-blankets decorated with tiny mirrors, beads, and the like

· Sun-caps

· Winter caps and hats

· Walking staffs

· And one time, a cell phone battery

From the comfort of the shade provided by my borrowed umbrella in the women’s seating section, I watched only the tail-end of a young man singing before the group took a break to use the bathroom and rest.

View from the women’s seating. The beauty of the event is spoiled by my poor camera quality and picture taking skills.

During the break, however, my co-teacher called for me. He wanted me to sit within the circle, at the front side of the tent. There, I would have a better view and would be allowed to talk with the traditional doctor who had lead this year’s initiation 6-month initiation school and had prepared the blessing-medicine. At first, I was reluctant. I was being treated as a special guest that I was, but I was also a female and the type of special guest whose outward appearance did not separate her from local Basotho. I’m not accustomed to being treated as a special visitor, especially not an American and I felt weird being seated in a position where most people are not allowed. But I knew that my co-teacher wanted me to have the best experience and his connection to powerful people in the initiation school community allowed him to ask for a special seat for me.

As I gathered my things to relocate, I tried to hand the woman back her (bright red) umbrella. She insistently shook her head and the doctor’s wife told me that I should take it with me. To her, it was an embarrassment to have the guest seated in the special place just outside the shade of the tent without any sort of protection from the sun. I took the umbrella with me, with every intention of not using it. But when I got there, my co-worker and the doctor insisted I use it. For the first hour, I simply asked questions and took notes. Eventually the doctor left to sit at his original seat because where we were sitting was unshaded and hot. Sitting so close to the ceremony, I was able to hear the songs of the young men clearly, although I could not understand most of them. My co-worker informed me of some of the songs meanings. Some were songs of tragedy that sometimes happen in the mountains. Some were songs of jubilation from good experiences in the mountains. One paid homage to the local priest, mixing traditional faith with newer faiths. One song was specifically about having bad, ominous dreams where the young man reports of seeing the dead fathers (forefathers?) in his dream. There are so many traditional songs to be sung that I did not hear many repeated.

From my closer seat, I got to see the participants clearer and got to see their individualized outfits. In addition to the gifts received during their time to sing, each young man was adorned in various clothing accessories that they had learned to make on their own during initiation school. Some young men were wearing winter knit hats with plumes on the top. Others were wear leather or cloth satchels. A few were wearing handmade cloths pinned to their blankets. The teachers wore more elaborate outfits. They wore well-made crotchet hats and satchels. One wore an outfit made entirely out of glued or woven together beads in addition to the beaded necklaces like the ones given to the newly initiated men. The teacher in charge of collecting gifts wore a standard tank-top but his shorts were fashioned from red cloth decorated elaborately with designs from safety pins. A teacher sitting on the side, who was in charge of crowd control and announcing the young men was shirtless but draped in beads and memorabilia made from commonly used materials. The teacher blessing the gifts was wear plain clothes with the exception of his handmade hat. All teachers were the gumboots worn by shepherds and men working in the fields. All men involved in the ceremony were covered in a reddish-brown paint the same color of the medicine on the protective boundary sticks. This was to signify their completion of initiation school as well as the spiritual protection that such completion implied.

My closer view gave me the chance to ask question, actually hear the songs, and otherwise better experience the on-goings of the ceremony. However, it also placed me in the same spotlight as the initiates themselves. Behind me were all of the bo-mme, or women, who were either mothers, grandmothers, aunts, cousins, sisters or even teachers of the young initiates. Some most likely had to see past me in order to see the initiates they supported. Directly in front of me was the growing crowd of men who had already completed initiation school. Their long stares were many until one of the more accomplished and well-known boys began to sing a song that they all loved and appreciated. To the right of me were the initiates themselves and their teachers. They were largely unaware of my presence and paid me no mind.

I had come to the ceremony under the impression that I was going to come for an hour or two and then head back to my village. As time passed—one hour, two hours, three hours, three point five hours—it became clear to me that the teacher accompanying me intended for me to experience the entire ceremony. My discomfort grew. The umbrella was heavy and while it provided shade, it also provided increased temperature underneath it. As I am not accustomed to holding umbrellas all day, I had the urge to simply close it. However, my fellow teacher was counting on it for his shade as well and it seemed rude to discard the thoughtful gift of the local woman.

As my discomfort grew so did the discomfort of the men directly in-front of me. As new men joined the crowd later in the day and more alcohol flowed, it became clear that some were not aware of my reason for sitting so close to initiation group. After around the 4-hour mark, (around 2:30pm), a man who had been wandering around came up to me and told me I had to put down my umbrella. When I asked why, he said that it was blocking the view of the women behind me. I attempted to place the umbrella on the ground, but my fellow teacher (who was on the phone at that time) simply grabbed it from me and restored it to its original position. His reasoning, told to me after hanging up the phone, was that if the women had a problem seeing, they would not be shy and would come to me directly. He chalked it up to the inebriation of the man and left it at that. But it was not a matter to be left alone. After another 15 to 20 minutes, a different man tried to ask one of the initiation teachers to instruct me to put down my umbrella. He ignored them of course.

This time my fellow teacher got more involved. He got up and went to the men, explain to them that I was a special guest here to learn about Basotho culture and they were not to disturb me. He informed me that the umbrella was just an excuse. The real complaint was that they wanted me to move someplace else. It appeared that due to my complexion and attire, the men thought I was a local woman who had broken time honored seating arrangements. Women were not supposed to sit where I was sitting, especially when even men like them could not sit so close to the ceremony. Although my fellow teacher was not forthcoming with further explanations, I wondered briefly if their problem was with my gender as a whole, or the combination of my gender and complexion. If I had looked more obviously foreign, would they have accepted my presence as a visitor more readily? Or would my status as a female still have caused problems? Either way, I longed to place down my umbrella as to not give anyone an excuse to complain.

To my relief, the ceremony soon took a break. The initiates stood up together and walked off towards the rightmost hill. It was “lunch time”, although it was already past 3pm. To my surprise, my fellow teacher informed me that I would be following in the direction of the crowd of initiates. We had been invited to the local doctor’s house to eat with his family. I gratefully closed my umbrella, put it in my bag, and followed the crowd of men. After a short walk, we reached another hill with two houses on it. Outside the first house were all of those performing in the initiation ceremony. This house turned out to be the first house of the doctors. He had two families, with his second wife living in the lowermost house.

We journeyed even higher up towards the second house, the one housing his first wife and family. There I was seated under an awning of sorts with all of the elder men from the ceremony. The doctor was there as well. They all sat on small seats with a giant bucket of papa (local food staple, made of maize meal) and another giant bucket of beef. I, being a female and honored guest, was given a separate plate from which to eat. It too was laden with papa and beef. I whispered to my fellow teacher in panic that I couldn’t possibly eat so much food. His response was that it was okay. The family would be happy that I accepted and ate their food, regardless of the amount I actually ate.

My plate of papa (a stable of Basotho diet) made this time with yellow maize meal and nama ea khoho, beef. This is after I made an honest attempt to eat as much as possible! I gave the plate back like this! :(

The meal was short. Everyone ate quickly, and spoke seldom. What was spoken was in Sesotho. The doctor made sure to ask my co-teacher to let me know that they were so happy that I was here and that I should tell everyone I knew about the importance of this ceremony. I was to tell people about the great culture of Basotho.

After the meal, the doctor’s wife called me to her and lead me back to the ceremony, which had just resumed. As we walked, she introduced me to one of her daughters, a young girl who would be attending my primary school. We chatted a little in English, though it was clear that she was shy and just beginning to learn the language.

Back at the ceremony, I was faced with the dilemma of where to sit. Without my co-teacher next to me, I did not feel confident enough to sit back in my original seat. Plus, I wanted to sit near the doctor’s wife and ask her a few questions in English. So, I sat on the ground with the women. The umbrella, so kindly gifted to me, remained in my backpack.

The rest of the ceremony was lovely. More people had joined the audience now that it was evening time and it was becoming cooler outside. As time went on, the gifts became more extravagant, mostly because the son of the doctor and a family member of the local chief were the next two initiates to sing. The doctor’s son received at least 6 blankets and sang for over an hour to much crowd appreciation.

When it started to get dark, I walked to the road, caught the next available taxi/van, and quietly slipped home. On my seat on the ground I left behind my new umbrella.

#howiseepc lesotho

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years

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Into The Ocean: Part 3

Pairings: Seb Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst!!!!

Word Count: 4,932

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

Part 1 / Part 2

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Pounding on the door woke you up way to soon. You groaned as you opened your eyes to find a broad, bare chest in front of you.

“Go away!” Seb shouted as he pulled you closer to him. The pounding continued and after a minute, he growled and rolled out of bed. “There better be a fire in this bitch.” He called out as he pulled on his board shorts from the night before and ripped open the door.

“Is she still in here?” You heard Kiki ask. Your stomach dropped and you sat bolt upright in bed and clutched the sheet to your bare chest.

“Fuck!” You shouted as you looked over at the clock- 7:38 am. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You scrambled to grab your clothes as Kiki pushed Seb back into the room and closed the door for privacy.

“Are you kidding me right now, Wahine? I have been calling…”

“I know, alright!” You snapped as you whipped around to look for your bikini top as you clutched the sheet to your chest. “My phone is probably dead. Look, can you just call down to Leilani and tell her I want my usual for lunch? I gotta get home to…”

“I have Kai taking care of the pigs and Mike is taking care of your tanks. Take this.” She said as she thrust a plastic bag you hadn’t noticed at you. “Take a shower, you smell like sex. Be glad you have me for a mother.” She snapped as she turned toward Seb and pointed at him. “Don’t you be a bad influence on my girl.” Seb nodded and looked a little frightened of the 5’4” Hawaiian woman in front of him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He said as she ducked out of the door and closed it with a snap. Seb looked up at you, stunned. “What was that?” He asked as you looked in the bag at the new bathing suit Kiki probably snagged from the gift shop in the lobby.

“That is Kiki. She’s Kai’s wife and Kimo’s sister. She’s been my island mom since I moved here.” He nodded as you dropped the sheet and headed toward the bathroom to get ready for work.

“She seemed a lot nicer when she told me about your tour.” You smirked at his confirmation of your thought from the night before and nodded as you turned on the water.

“She’s nice 99% of the time but when it comes to her ‘babies’, she’s not the wahine to mess with.” Seb nodded as he un-velcroed his swim trunks and let them fall to the floor.

“Her babies as in her kids?” He asked as he got into the shower behind you.

“No. She actually could never have children so she sort of adopts the misfits. Me, Sue, and Mike, the guy that owns the sub shop. Alani when her mom passed away. Few other local kids.” He nodded as you reached around him to grab his shampoo. You smiled as you looked at the label. “That explains the mango.”

“What?” He asked as you poured some of the shampoo into your hand.

“Mango, lavender, oranges, pomegranates, rain and salt water. That’s what you smell like.” He laughed as he poured some shampoo in his own hand and put the bottle back down.

“Peaches, apples, fresh laundry and the beach.” He said as he washed his hair. You smiled as you tilted your hair back and let the water rinse the soap from your dreads.

“The beach is kinda self explanatory. Salt water plus bees wax; it’s almost mandatory.” He chuckled as he reached past you for the pomegranate orange body wash he had. You held out your hands in front of you for some and continued. “Peach is my body wash, apple is my hair stuff and I hang dry my clothes on a laundry line.”

“Well, I don’t know where you got salt and rain water on me but lavender is my laundry soap.” You shrugged as you washed your body quickly.

“Guess we’ll never know.” You turned toward the water to rinse off and a moment later, Seb put his hands on your hips.

“My friends come in today. Will you join us for dinner after work?” You glanced up at him with a smile and nodded.

“Absolutely. Can I leave my phone here to charge for the day?” He smiled and nodded as you reached up and moved a strand of shampoo covered hair away from his eye.

“Fine by me. Want me to go by your house and pick up anything so you can just get ready here?” You shook your head as you turned in his arms; leaving a little bit of space so you didn’t transfer the soap from his chest onto your body.

“Surprisingly, I have a bag in my car that has nice clothes, make up, bathroom stuff, blah blah blah but I never remember to replace the bathing suit I take out of it.” He laughed as he leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss.

“Sounds like my little Hawaiian girl. I’ll see you tonight, 5-5:30?” You nodded and kissed his cheek once more before jumping out of the shower.

“Have fun with your friends, hun.” You called out as you only partially dried off and stole a swipe of his deodorant. You threw your new baiting suit on, put your dead phone next to Seb’s charger so he could charge his first and grabbed your clothes and shoes. With a quick ‘bye’, you ducked out into the hall and turned your walk of shame into a full blown sprint.

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“Sebastian… I don’t know about this.” You said as he lead you toward one of the nicest restaurants in Kapalua.

“Babe, you’re fine.” You swallowed hard and tried to keep your face neutral as the valet opened the door for you. You glanced down at the light blue bridesmaid dress and heels you had thankfully borrowed from Alani. Had you gone with what you had in your car, you would have shown up at a 5 star restaurant in a tank top, a long skirt and flip flops. No matter what you had on, you were quickly reminded just how far out of your league the man guiding you through the restaurant toward his friends was. Seb said quick hellos to his friends when he approached the table before stepping back to introduce you.

“Everybody, this is (Y/N). Now, we have Toby.” Seb said as he pointed at the man directly to your left who took your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Then Rachel and Taylor.” You looked over at the next couple and gave them a polite smile, refusing to let yourself fan girl over Rachel McAdams in front of these people as you politely shook their hands. “And finally, we have Chace and Rebecca.” Your smile grew ever so slightly at the sight of Nate Archibald but you again, controlled yourself as you shook the last two hands and took the seat Seb was offering you.

There was a little bit of small talk over drink choices and you threw in your two cents about the local cuisine before the waiter came over and took your order. The moment he left, all eyes focused on the newcomer.

“So what do you do here, (Y/N)?” Taylor asked politely as you took a sip of your drink.

“Well, I teach scuba lessons in season and I am the captain of a boat that takes tourists out to the reefs year round.”

“You should see the place she took me the first day I was here. She is known for taking people to the best reefs in Maui. If you guys are up to it, I already sorta book her for tomorrow so you could see for yourselves. She’s a great teacher.” He glanced over at you and put his hand reassuringly on your knee. You nodded and gave him a small smile as you took another sip of your drink.

“How long have you been doing that?” Rebecca inquired. Your smile grew slightly as you looked past Seb at her.

“I moved to Maui about six years ago. Bought my boat and learned how to scuba dive in the first few months and then explored the outer reefs for a while until I could develop a game plan for work.” The group nodded.

“What made you decide to move to Maui?” Toby asked. You bit your lip and your brow furrowed. You knew they were just being curious about the new person joining their group but it was never fun to be put in the spotlight. Seb opened his mouth to say something but you squeezed his hand and cut him off.

“Umm… My husband passed away in Iraq a few months before I moved here. The life I’m living now was our dream life. When I got that notification I didn’t know what else to do, so I moved here and started over.”

“So Bass told me you have pet pigs and that I had to ask you for the names when I met you.” Chase interjected quickly. You glanced over at him as you squeezed Seb’s hand in silent gratitude for at least telling one of his friends a little bit about you.

“You have pet pigs?” Rachel asked excitedly. You smiled and nodded as you pulled your phone from your handbag you had on your lap.

“Two potbellies. I rescued both of them. They make great pets because you can train them like dogs and they are very clean.” You pulled up a photo of them and passed your phone to Rachel. “The brown and black on is Sausage, and the all pink one is Bacon.” The girls both ‘awed’ and the boys chuckled as your phone got passed to the other side of the table.

“Did you get them when they were cute little babies?” Rebecca asked as she handed Seb your phone. You shook your head as you dropped your phone in your bag.

“Only Sausage. She’s my special little baby. I rescued Bacon from a shelter.”

“And you can train the like dogs to fetch and stuff?” Toby asked. You laughed and gave a small shrug.

“Mine understand sit, stay, come here and basics like that. They also respond to whistles when I call them but as far as anything more advanced then that? Let me put it this way; I have a big garden in my backyard and I had to build a four foot tall concrete wall that is buried another four feet in the ground in a vain attempt to keep them out so I guess that concept is a little too hard for them.” You smiled up at your waiter as he set your seared ono on the table in front of you. The conversation lulled a bit as everyone started in on their meals and thankfully turned away from you to the group of long time friends caught each other up on what was going on in their lives. As dinner was wrapping up, you were told how this group of friends met; on the set of the movie ‘The Covenant’.

“Oh, wait. I think I may have seen that one forever and a day ago.” You said as you glanced over at Seb. “Group of guy witches or something like that?” He smirked as he reached across the table and took the bill out of Chace’s hand.

“That would be it. One of our prouder moments.” He said with a slight air of sarcasm in his voice. You giggled as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and slid his card out.

“Have you seen a lot of Seb’s movie?” Rachel asked as she twirled the last bit of her drink with the little black cocktail straw.

“Honestly, I had no idea he was even an actor. The last six years I’ve been more of an outdoorsy kinda girl and before that I was a teacher in Harlem so movies took a back seat to grading papers and lesson plans.” You glanced over at Seb, who was looking at you with his eyebrow arched in curiosity. You hadn’t told him yet that you were originally from New York.

“What did you teach?” Taylor inquired as Seb took back the check and signed it.

“10th grade English.”

“You know, that was always one of my favorite classes in high school.” Rebecca said as she shrugged on her jacket.

“Mine too.” Toby agreed as he stood up and politely pulled out your chair for you. You smiled at him in thanks and pushed a few pieces of your hair back behind your ear as you stood up.

“So scuba diving tomorrow?” Chace asked the table as everyone made sure they had everything. You glanced around at everyone’s bobbing heads and smiled. You had the briefest of thoughts of thanks that at least your bills would be paid for the next two months because of this as Seb lead you out of the restaurant.

“What time?” Taylor asked.

“If you could just be in the lobby at 8:20, the woman at the concierge desk will get you ride to my boat.” You paused at the curb and Seb gave the valet, a friend of yours named Kana your ticket for your car as everyone else waited for a taxi. “It was very nice meeting all of you. Thank you so much for allowing me to crash your party.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Rebecca said as she stepped forward and gave you a small hug and a kiss on the cheek. “It’s always nice to get a locals point of view when it comes to the food. You never really know what’s good and what’s not so that was very helpful.” You tried to let that comment bother you as you said goodbye to the rest of your group. You felt Kana tap your arm and you looked over at his smirk.

“Fun being the local trash in a group of the rich and famous, isn’t it.” He asked you in Hawaiian. You bobbed your eyebrow at him and nodded.

“Kinda making me reevaluate taking the job in the first place, brah.” You retorted in Hawaiian with a laugh. You said one more good bye before Seb lead you over to your beat-up, doorless Jeep. You couldn’t stop yourself from kicking off the heels that were killing your feet and tossing them in the back and pulling out the hair clip that was killing your head before climbing into the drivers seat.

“They loved you.” Seb said as he got in the passenger seat. You cocked your eyebrow at him and laughed as you pulled yourself into the car.

“Yea, sure they did. I’m like a monkey in a zoo to them.” You quipped as you started you car. You didn’t even bother to turn down the Slightly Stoopid song that was just a little too loud as you put your car into gear and pulled away from the hotel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How have you never heard this song?” You laughed as you drove the fifteen minutes to where your boat was docked in Lahaina with Seb the next morning. He had stayed at your place to ‘make sure you didn’t wake up late’. He laughed and shook his head.

“I have no idea but start it over.” You laughed and started ‘I Just Had Sex’ by Lonely Island over. You cranked the volume and danced with the music; your way of bragging about the amazing shower sex you had had that morning… and before bed the night before… twice. You glanced over at the ocean with a smile, falling in love with your home all over again like you did every morning. The beautiful blue water looked so inviting and you couldn’t wait to get out on it for the day.

Seb laughed through most of the song as he played with a few strands of your hair that was blowing wild in the wind. You smiled at him as the song ended and you turned down your radio a bit as the next song came on.

“I’m surprised you don’t know that. The blonde girl from Gossip Girl is in the music video.” His brow furrowed slightly at you and you clarified. “Serena. I don’t know her real name.”

“Blake. Really? She’s in the music video?” He laughed. “She is never going to hear the end of it from me.” You smiled as you turned up ‘Red, Red Wine’ by UB40 as you pulled into the parking lot behind Mike and Leilani’s small sub shop across from your dock. Seb grabbed your beach bag, bobbing his head a bit to the music.

“Dance with me.” You said as you grabbed a spot and put your jeep in park. You didn’t give him an option as you got out of your car and raced around the front. He smiled and put down the bag so he could grab your hips. Everything felt so right as the two of you stood in the parking lot, dancing to the music.

“Where did you learn to move like that?” He asked as your rolled your hips back and forth in his hands.

“Hula. Kiki taught me years ago.” He hummed as he let go of you and took a step back to watch.

“Damn, girl.” You smiled as you fluidly rolled your hips to the beat.

“You should see me actually hula.” You said as the song ended.

“Nice moves, Wahine!” Mike called out as he walked past, headed into work himself.

“Mahalo! Hey, I got a group of 6 coming in shortly and I’ll just take my usual on my tab.” He tapped his nose in acknowledgement and kept walking as you reached across your jeep and turned it off.

“You run a tab at a sub place?” Seb joked as you put your car into gear in case the parking break failed.

“Yep, same with the gas for my boat. I pay my debts at the end of the month so I don’t have to carry cash on me every day. A lot of places around here do that for the workers.” You grabbed your personal gear from the back seat and slung it over your shoulder. “Islanders are all about reverence and respect. They will take you for your word and treat you with honor as long as you do the same to them. You disrespect them, you might as well move.” Seb nodded as the two of you headed down the dock to your boat.

“That was one of the first things I learned here. It’s the Hawaiian way of life. That’s why I didn’t tell you I was from New York because I am not that same person. I was angry all the time, I hated my job and only did it because I had to make money some how. Matt was the same way, which is why we choose to come to Maui. You only have one shot at life, why live it with hate in your heart where everything is rush, rush, rush all the time?” You glanced up at him as you stored your gear and he nodded.

“Wow. I wish I could live like that.” You smiled as you started unloading the empty tanks from the day before onto the dock to switch them out at the dive shop.

“But that’s the thing, you can. You don’t have to live in Hawaii to do that.” He nodded as he put your beach bag under the seat.

“I think I envy you.” You laughed and shook your head as you took off your shirt and tossed it in your dry hold.

“Don’t envy me, sweetheart. Embrace the things I show and teach you and embody them.” You moved to get out of the boat and he quickly grabbed your wrist. You turned back around and looked at him as his eyes searched yours for a moment.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Not just the way you look, everything about you.” You smiled and stepped back down into your boat.

“I’m just embracing what the world has given me. Embracing the culture that I have the honor to call my own now.” He pulled you close to him and gave you a gentle kiss.

“Get a room, Wahine.” One of the other boat captains called out in Hawaiian as he passed. You giggled and pulled back to look at Seb.

“We’ve been told to get a room.” You joked as you kissed his cheek and got back to work. “Come on. You can help me switch these tanks out before we go collect your friends.”

——

“Bathrooms are over there. They have showers if you need. If you liked my tour, great. If not, here is the complaint jar…” You grabbed your tip jar from under the wheel of your boat and put it on your chair like you always did with a smile as you pulled back up to the docks at the end of the long trip. “Feel free to write those complaints on any dollar bill of your choice. I pay attention to the bigger complaints first.” You teased with a wink. “Thanks for… well listening to Seb and not your hotel, and letting me be your Hawaiian guide. Mahalo and aloha.” The group laughed and clapped as you maneuvered your boat into your slip. You cut the motor and ran to the front to jump out and slow your boat down with your bow line.

“That was great, hun.” Seb said as he grabbed the stern line and jumped off the boat after you. You glanced up at him and smiled.

“Thanks. Tour’s a little different when there’s a group.” He laughed and nodded as he handed you the back line and took a step out of the way.

“I think I would have to say I had more fun with just you. We saw sharks, after all. They only saw dolphins.” You smiled up at him and giggled.

“Yea, honey, I wouldn’t brag about your reaction to those sharks.” He fake pouted for a second as you stood up and gave him a quick kiss before moving to help the two girls out of the boat.

“Where are the bathrooms again?” Rachel asked.

“Oh! It’s that red roof building right over there. Showers in the same place.” She glanced over at the building and thanked you before looping her arm with Rebecca’s and grabbing her bag from Taylor as he got off of the boat.

“Thank you for putting up with us all today.” He said as he stepped out of the boat onto the dock. You giggled and shook your head as you pulled the hair band out of your hair and let your dreads fall loose.

“Trust me. You guys are tame compared to some of the groups I have had.”

“This was us ‘tame’ as well.” Chance said as he stepped out of the boat and handed you a decent sized wad of cash. “Payment and tip. You deserve every penny.” You smiled as you shoved the cash in the back pocket of your unbuttoned jean shorts.

“Mahalo. You just fed my piggy’s for the night.” You joked as you reached out and grabbed Toby’s bag for him and put it on the dock.

“How do you keep all those fish names straight?” He asked as Seb jumped back in the boat to grab your bag and help you collect the trash.

“Practice. Years and years of practice. Seb, you don’t have to worry about cleaning up for me. I’m gunna run to the bathroom and then deal with it because I gotta clean off the gear anyways. Take the boys up to Mike’s for a beer and I’ll call Kiki for the car and send the girls over to you.” He looked up at you and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan.” You smiled at him and headed past the guys to get to the bathroom to wash your face.

“So what do you think of this girl? Gold digger?” You heard Rebecca ask Rachel in the bathroom as you rounded the corner. You paused just outside the door and eavesdropped.

“I mean, what’s to think?” Rachel responded. “She’s a nice girl, very pretty… but she’s just a townie. Who knows if she is telling the truth about the actor thing but come on, she lived in New York! She had to know who he was.” Tears stung your eyes as reality hit you and you bit your lip as she laughed. “And what’s with the hair?”

“I don’t know. I thought it was fake, honestly.” You nodded your head and licked your lips; forcing back your tears. Not wanting to hear Rachel’s response you turned into the bathroom with a smile.

“It’s not fake.” You said. Both girls spun toward you with looks of shock on their faces and you grabbed a dread and looked at it. “I use bees wax in case your next idea was cow shit like the stereotype. Bee wax is easier to get out and is a lot cleaner.” You flipped the dread back over your shoulder and looked up at them. “The boys went to the sub shop for a beer. Follow this main road as if you were going to my boat and you’ll see it on the right. Car will be here soon to take you back to your hotel.”

“(Y/N)…” Rebecca said as you spun on your heel and power walked away from the bathroom. You didn’t stop at Mike’s like you originally planned to pay off your debt a few days early, you just darted back down the dock to your boat. Your hands shook as you untied the lines on the dock quickly and jumped in your boat.

“(Y/N)!” Seb called out to you. You didn’t look up at him; didn’t want to see your current reality as you put his wallet, shirt, and towel on the dock for him, turned your boat over and backed out of your slip. You made it away from the dock before he made it far enough down the dock to jump on your boat before you left.

“Apparently, I’m just a gold digger, Seb. Don’t worry about me.” You watched his face drop as Rachel and Rebecca hit the end of your dock. You could hear him demand to know what they said as you pulled away from the dock and back out to the open waters; the only place you knew you could be completely free from the mainland bullshit at the moment. You thanked the heavens that the gas station was a little ways away so you could at least put some distance between you and him. While you filled up, you called Kiki for their ride and asked if she could go over to your house to take care of your pigs.

“What happened, Wahine?” Kiki asked hearing the sound of distress in your voice. You shook your head as you told the kid at the docks you would square up with his dad in the morning.

“Just… reminded of one of the reasons why I choose to leave the mainland, that’s all. I’ll um… I’m gunna be gone for the night. Can you clear my schedule tomorrow?”

“Yea. I’ll send Alani to stay with the babies. Keep your radio on so I can check in later, OK?”

“Always. Mahalo.” You hung up your phone and immediately received a phone call from Seb. You hit ignore, turned it off and with tears in your eyes, you headed back out into the open ocean.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Pehea ‘oe, Wahine?” Kimo asked the next morning as you tied your boat up at ka wahi. You shook your head and grabbed your beach bag.

“It’s going just freaking great. What did you hear?” You asked as you took his offered hand and stepped out of the boat onto the rocks.

“The gist. You were with the actor and his friends on the water yesterday and then you weren’t with them at dinner. Heard someone said something kinda rude but didn’t hear what.”

“Ahh…. So you missed the memo that I’m a gold digger?”

“The fuck?!” He asked as you the two of you walked across the rocks to the far side of the cave to where the few people that were there were hanging out and listening to your voices echo off the cave walls.

“He didn’t say it. No, he’s great but his friends’ girls… apparently, not so much.” You shook your head and sighed as you said hello to Kai and the four other people who all, apparently, had the day off, too. “It’s whatever, though. I’m here to give it to the spirits.”

“We should change your nickname, then.” Kai teased as you dropped your bag on the rock to go swim for a little bit. “We’ll call you wahine gula kuʻi.” You flipped him off with a laugh as you stripped down to the bikini you had been in for 24 hours.

“Mahalo but I’ll keep plain ol’ wahine. Please tell me one of you have a beer?” One of the girls, Luana, grabbed you one from her cooler and with a quiet ‘thanks’, you headed over and jumped in the water to wash your problems away.

Part 4

#Seb Stan x Reader #Into The Ocean

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⟶ do you wanna be a distraction, babe? | (m)

▹ pairing: hoseok x reader ▹ genre: smut ▹ wordcount: 5.1k ▹ a/n: inspired by these two songs! also i have a thing for fwb!hobi help and i need to stop writing pwp n maybe start focusing on the actual stories i have planned

↠ Hoseok is always there to keep you company whenever you feel a little lonely.

At the tender age of five, just past the time of you giving up your all too precious comfort blanket always clutched in tiny fingers, stubbornly declaring that - now all grown up - you no longer need baby things like blankets and stuffed toys. But, you find your greatest pleasure curled up on the sofa in your favorite pyjamas, round eyes wide and glued to the bright TV screen as kings reign, queens rule, animals advise and princesses sing beautiful songs about their true love, waiting for them.

Naturally, in your innocent mind with endless fantasies to be explored and ideas to be formed and just maybe lived out, what greater thing is there than a duet with your prince as you dance into the sunset, the wedding bells still sounding from afar? What dream is grander than the one of billowing dresses, sparkling heels, flowing hair and a hand to hold?

It’s all too perfect, with happy endings and talking animals and the castle grounds to call your home. And naturally, the love of your life - not that you have any grasp of that concept yet - awaiting you in his spread arms.

Yes, your only ambition with the age of five is becoming a princess, just like the one in the movies, and finding your own perfect prince.

By the time you turn ten, the sound of princesses no longer holds all the appeal it once did. You have long learned the sting of teasing words and hair being tugged, the burn of skinned knees as they forcefully met the grey pavement by a shove of small hands in between your shoulder blades, the shame of vicious laughter at your new dress or your carefully braided hair in pigtails falling over your shoulders, the bitter tears of learning that boys are dumb and it's not all that easy to find a prince.

Yet, it doesn't crush your dream. There is still allure in it, this fairy tail, this promise of just the right one swooping in and you off your feet, turning everything into a happy ending. Of course, you are still too young, your whole self still too naive, childlike, to fathom the meaning of love, of romantic attraction. But you know that princesses belong to princes that treat them well, and that is all that matters to you.

You also learn, however, that frilly skirts and a clean demeanor do not come close to the thrill of chasing balls and climbing trees, of jumping into dirty puddles to see the rain water splash everywhere and hear your mother complain about what a mess you are making again. A scraped elbow and bruised legs are nothing when the pain is drowned out by high pitched laughter, and those battle scars may not look all that pretty, but they sure spice up every pink dress you own.

So at ten, being a princess is no longer everything you want to be anymore, but the thought of your prince is still one you cherish.

At fifteen, boys are still mean, endlessly brainless, even gross, and definitely should not be worth your time, still, they hold a charm, one that makes you want to hold their hands and kiss their lips and maybe even dare to call one of them your boyfriend as you are now - finally - mature enough for romance, relationships.

By now, the concept of love is no longer foreign to you, having suffered through humiliating crushes, shaking hands and a pounding heart as upper class boys walked past you in school hallways, having ignored sleep in order to stay up and text that one boy that is different than all the others. Now, sweet nothings will mean nothing at all anymore as they lose their sweet touch, but still hurt to no end when the eventual breakup occurs, your mind still naive enough to think everyone is the one and your heart being ultimately crushed, broken in two, shaking with sobs when realization hits - he isn't even close to that.

It's so bittersweet though, the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach, the nervous blush, the love songs that suddenly make sense. After all, years and years of movies have prepared you for this, haven't they? The love at first sight, the awkward touches, the happily ever after. This is what romance is, isn't it?

So, with fifteen, the longing for a prince has never been stronger, yet the harsh reality of life has taught you impressions of the pain that needs to be felt in order to learn how to love.

But life goes on, fifteen is nothing but a mere child, thoughts mature, ambitions get set, and some dreams - no matter how long they have existed - get pushed aside. And sometimes, those dreams are nothing more than childlike optimism that get dismissed with nothing but an idle smile at one's former innocence as life, in all it's hectic ways and brutal demands, leaves no longer room for such naivety.

Days turn into weeks, turn into months, turn into years, and somewhere along the way, somewhere in between adolescence and early adulthood, your heart has been lost. It has been left behind, your brain taking over with its logic, its rationality, its sense.

In between school and jobs, a prince has no longer space, nor is he wanted, seeming nothing but a waste of time, a distraction from what's important. You having long realized you are no princess and neither do you possess the riches that come with nobility and prestige. No, you are nothing more but the common girl that has to work for every penny and cent, and in all honesty, you prefer your cramped but cozy apartment to any spacious castle.

So, maybe, that is the reason you have sought out the meaning of life in hard work and progress in your career rather than the warmth of a body falling asleep next to you and waking up to tangled hair and tired eyes that tell you how much they love you.

But, there is no denying that there is a loneliness that creeps up on you from time to time, the soothing feel of a human touch, the burning craving that comes with sexual desire. A need that you alone cannot satisfy.

Luckily, you are not the only one with those urges.

No, you have long found someone to share that bond with, someone that feels the same, wants the same, only looking for physical relations - no place for romantic desire in your hearts.

Jung Hoseok, with a job that leaves even less space for personal affairs than yours, living in the same predicament as you do, is, in that sense, your ideal match.

And he knows it too, knows your arrangement is profitable for both of you, being able to fulfill each other's wishes and desires, being able to drown out thoughts of stressful workdays with a snap of hips and a breathy moan - being just the fleeting distraction both of you need from your everyday life.

It all started with a simple conversation, the lazy kind of talk with tongues loosened by beer and wine, the one where carefully built walls don't mean all that much anymore and guards get lowered. Friendly teasing turns to half hearted complaints to deadly serious, everything fueled by the other agreeing, sharing their own perspective, and before you knew it, lips sloppily moved against your own as your back pressed against the rough veneer of some old building in a dark alley, not patient enough to keep your hands fully of each other until the safety of one of your apartments was reached.

That night was a very long one, indulging in each other again and again, squeezing out the very last drop of pleasure you could from each other, before you awoke way past noon the next day, the sun shining too bright, as if it was judging you for last nights passionate activities. You find nothing more than an empty bed and a text message on your phone thanking you for all the fun and he’d be down to share your loneliness again if the need ever arises again.

Needless to say, it happened again. And again. And again.

And somewhere in between, the alcohol slowly getting forgotten, until finally it was no longer required to indulge in each other, and with only each other left, a quick text was enough to invite his company.

Over time, you have become near dependent on him, the stress relief he offers, the short time of bliss that brushes worries at side - at least momentarily. It no longer is a surprise that you are thumbing through chats until you find his, asking him to come over, whenever work drags you down, lets your shoulder slump and your head hang low. Whenever the thoughts of the future emerge, of how you don't want to be stuck forever in a listless job with no prospect of ever filling you with happiness. Whenever questions from friends and family alike grate on your nerves, inquires of when you plan on settling down, introducing a man, a wedding, of when will grandchildren enter the picture.

On those days, distractions under tangled sheet last for hours and hours...

Jung Hoseok, 3:27 pm Are you free tonight?

The text lights up the screen of your phone resting idly on the desk, littered with papers and empty coffee cups, grabbing your attention and redirecting your vision away from the endless figures on your desktop.

Phone in hand, you mull over your schedule, coming to the fortunate realization that yes, indeed, you had nothing else to attend to after you leave work, allowing you to do as you please on this friday night.

you, 3:31 pm yeah! my shift ends at 5 so i should be home around 5:30.

Jung Hoseok, 3:31 pm awesome. will be at yours around 8.

Perfect, that even leaves you time for dinner and to freshen yourself up; but as much as you would have loved to keep thinking about what is to come, it would have to wait. With a sigh you resign yourself back to your work, banishing all daydreams from your mind.

As always, he is true to his word, doorbell sounding barely a few minutes past eight. Putting down the the rose scented body mist you lightly sprayed behind your ears and on your wrists, you make your way to the door. With one last brush through your hair with your hand and a tug on the old, too big tank top to make sure it falls down to your thighs, you let him in.

There is no time to utter out a simple greeting before his hands catch your jaw, pulling you into a desperate kiss of clashing teeth and hasty lips. You feel the tension radiating off his body, the high wound stress coursing through his veins and the need for relief. He is restless as he presses you close, hands curling around hips and clinging to shoulders. Roughness, completely unlike him, taints all of his movements and soon you are backed up against the wall, his larger frame trapping your smaller one as he seemingly plans on devouring you whole.

When he finally breaks away, there is not the slightest trace of oxygen left in your system. It does not keep your mouth from speaking, teasing, however. "Rough day?"

"You have no fucking idea." He growls, eyebrows furrowed, the dark hair falling into his eyes letting his defined features look all there more sharp, downright scary in the dim lights. "Bedroom. Now."

It's hard to lead the way with no room to move, but you try, you really do, but in his foul mood, there is no satisfying him. Before you know it, you are thrown over his shoulder, a yelp escaping you as the world tilts upside down and his arms pins you into a tight grip that leaves you absolutely helpless.

You bounce onto the mattress when he throws you down, already crawling over your body again, lips connecting to yours once more. His usual playful demeanor is gone, leaving no room for easy flowing conversation with laughter in between. Not yet, anyway.

You know that first, you need to get him to unwind, to destress, to make him feel like a sane human again.

So when his teeth start nipping at your jaw, you let out small gasps to spur him on, and when his lithe fingers sneak up you shirt to rub the pads of his fingers over your already erect nipples, you press your chest up into his touch, letting him relish in your - although a bit played up - reactions.

But maybe, maybe, you overdo it just the slightest bit judging by the harsh tug and the slight pinch of his fingers, that makes you wince in real pain and the snarl he directs at you. And you know you really do need to calm him down.

Yet wrestling your body out of underneath his weight is easier said than done, especially when he has found your soft spot and relentlessly sucks and bites at the delicate skin, sure to leave behind an angry mark you will curse him out for when you discover it in the morning.

"H-Hoseok, wait."

It's enough to make him pull back momentarily, just the short break you need to crawl out underneath him and rather settle on the bed next to him instead, your hand coming to trail up his thigh as you lick your lips in an all too sultry manner. Of course, he immediately gets the hint, fingers flying down to his jeans, undoing the belt and button, tugging them down his toned thighs, boxer briefs following.

He is already half hard, the heated make out session having him riled up enough to redirect his blood flow and you can feel his full attention on you as you lean over, grabbing his length, warm and firm in your hand.

Letting your head drop lower, you place a hint of a kiss at the head, suppressing the giggle at his impatient growl, and letting your tongue dart out. He is slowly but surely starting to grow into his full size under your kittenish licks and steady grip.

When the first drop of precum starts pooling at the tip, you finally relent and take him into your mouth, enjoying the sigh that falls from his lips. He tastes salty in your mouth, a bit like sweat, but not unpleasant, but maybe you have just tasted him too often at this point, too accustomed of his weight on your tongue, of his girth stretching your lips, that you have learned to welcome it.

So really, it's not too hard to fall into well practised habits, the even bobbing of your head, the way your tongue curls around his shaft, dips into the tip, the way you hollow your cheeks around him as you suck. It all is accompanied by his labored breaths and even the slightest of moans as a sheen of sweat appears on his golden skin, making him nearly radiant.

It is not too long until his fingers in your hair are prying you off him, urging you to change your position, suggesting you to kneel at the edge of the bed. You easily comply, opening your mouth up again the second he stands in front of you, him groaning at the way you greedily stick out your tongue to get more of him, to have him back in your mouth.

"Relax for me, baby, would you?"

It's all the warning you get before you feel him heavy on your tongue once again, his hand coming to cradle the back of your head as he shallowly starts moving his hips, testing and trying if you are ready, but god, yes, you are, more than that. The excitement brewing in the pit of your stomach just bubbles up all the more at the prospect of him fucking your mouth, a tingling sensation like electric impulses sparking in between your legs.

He slowly gets rougher, the hand that so gently just rested on your nape now curling into the tendrils of your flowing hair, a steel grip that does not allow you to move as his hips pick up speed, thrusting further, harder, until he buries himself deep into your throat.

You convulse at the intrusion, choking at the sensation of having taken him so deep, but he does not relent, he only still his hips and groans as he feels you trying to cough.

Focusing, you take a deep breath through your nose, all attention on loosening up once again, relaxing all muscles and soon you hear his praises, how well you are doing, how good you feel, how the fuck he deserves someone as amazing as you. He starts moving again.

But this time, there is less rhythm to it, less systematic, it's sloppy, erratic, and you know he is getting closer, desperately chasing his high at this point.

Your hands that were resting on his thigh as to stable yourself, move up, one grabbing his hip, the other coming to wrap around his shaft, as you pull your head further back. While your wrist twists relentlessly, your mouth now focuses on his tip, sucking and licking, tongue doing the most.

He has stopped thrusting by now, muscles locking up, and he only looks down at you with half lidded eyes, pupils blown so wide you can no longer distinguish them from the dark brown of his irises.

You have to admit, he looks beautiful like this, sweaty skin, jaw hanging slightly open, eyes wild with need and hair hanging into his face. The visual sends a shiver down your spine that painfully reminds you of the wetness that has long formed between your legs, making your underwear stick to you uncomfortably.

He is nearing his edge, it's clear, and you hum around him, letting him know that you are aware. He still moans out a warning, fingers releasing your hair and falling away from your head in case you want to pull away, but you just rake your nails down his thighs as you suck all the harder.

It's enough to make him crumble.

Cum fills your mouth, bitter taste spreading as you collect it there, your wrist still restlessly moving to coach him through his orgasm, his low groans escaping his clenched jaw and gritted teeth.

His shoulders slump and he comes to caress your cheek when he is done, pulling out of your mouth slowly. A drop of cum spills from your lips and rolls down the corner of your mouth as you stand up and walk to the bathroom, spitting it in the sink and rinsing out the taste.

When you come back into the room, he has settled back on the bed, back resting on the dark, wooden headboard, long legs spread out on the bed and arms crossed behind his head. He has taken off his shirt, abs on full display and with how the light light loves to play tricks, the shadows of the muscles, each valley in between seeming endlessly deep. Having tugged his boxers back up, he looks straight out of an underwear commercial - Calvin Klein could only hope to ever have someone as attractive at him.

Back on the bed, you crawl over to him, arched back and more swing in your hips than necessary. You feel like a cat sneaking up on its prey. But still, you feel his eyes trace over your body; the dip of your spine and the curve of your ass.

The second you are in reach the palm of his hand comes to rest on your flushed cheek, dragging you in for a kiss, but this time, it's in the near lazy, yet playful way you know well. He has calmed down and shifted back into the kind personality you have grown familiar to.

Humming into the kiss, he molds his lips against yours, idly finding a rhythm that reverberates down in your loins, reminding you just how needy you have become.

But there is no hurry, not when his kisses feel so relaxing, tongue coming to poke out and run over your bottom lip until you barely open up, just about enough to let him in. He carefully licks into your mouth, tasting you, exploring everything he can reach like he hasn't done this again and again - and anytime you would tease him about how he kisses you like a man starved, deprived of all pleasure, he would just laugh and tell you that you taste too good to ever stop with a certain gleam in his eyes that you have yet to figure out.

"Thank you." He murmurs against your lips. "I needed that."

"I could tell... what happened today?" You sit down, legs folding underneath your body as you tilt your head to his side, a habit of yours whenever you gave someone your full attention.

But he doesn't let you stay in that position, rather he is pulling you back up and into his lap, making you straddle him as a thigh is firmly placed on either side of him, and he finally can lean in and place the soft kisses on your neck that he knows have you melting under his caressing touch in no time. "Nothing special, just the usual."

"The u-usual? Hoseok, you jumped me the second you s-saw me."

You can feel the smirk his smile slants into as he hears you stutter, tongue coming out to lick over the skin he just had sucked into his mouth, soothing the forming redness, but there is also a slight sigh escaping him at your words. "Okay, yeah, maybe not quite the usual. Very bad day, no use in talking about it though."

"You sure?"

"Completely sure." He hums, the hands on your hips wandering up and up, bunching the material of your top up around your chest and tugs it over your head as your arms lift instantly, nearly out of reflex. "Got other things to do right now."

Leaning down, his mouth wraps around your erect nipple, tongue curling around it as you press your chest forward with a content sigh. While he sucks on your one breast, he encloses the others, the pad of his thumb grazing over your hard bud in a way you cannot help but whimper. He really drives you crazy with the smallest of touches.

"Hoseok, more."

"Gladly." He flips you over, so that he is now hovering above you, trailing his kisses farther down, dragging your underwear with him when he reaches the fabric, and soon enough you are completely bare in front of him. He joins the flimsy piece of clothing on the floor together with the mess of his own attire.

Palms smoothing up your thighs, he pushes them apart, spreading them far enough that a tint of red reaches your cheeks as the humiliation of your exposed core hits, but it's easily forgotten when his tongue meets your dripping lips, parting them with one slick swipe and the sound of him groaning as your taste spreads in his mouth.

Wasting no time, he gives you all he has, sucking and nibbling all around, painting intricate patterns on your clit as you writhe underneath him with an iron grip in his hair. He knows you too well, knows all your sweet spots, knows how to make your thighs shake around his head.

And truly, it takes all of your effort to not lock up your muscles, trap him in between your legs as your squirm, not sure if you want him to stop and pull away as you get more sensitive each passing second or keep him in place forever.

It's nearly cruel how well he pleasures you with such little effort, overwhelming you when he pushes two lithe fingers inside, moving and curling tirelessly, as if you weren't already moaning for him before.

But now, with his fingers inside, he ignited a longing for more, a need to get stretched out, to get hit deeper, one that he can not supply with his hands alone, even if he were to try. No, it's no longer enough, and he knows it too, the mischievous glint in his eyes saying more than his mouth ever could.

"Want me to fuck you?"

You tug him upwards by his hair, letting him readjust until his torso is hovering over yours again as you place your lips against his. "I would very much like that."

Reaching over you take a condom from your bedside drawer, throwing it at him and laughing when it hits his chest as he fails to catch it. He swiftly tears the foil wrapper and rolls it over his length - already hard again and flushed a deep red.

Spreading your legs once more for him, he wastes no time to align his tip at your center, entering tortuously slow - you embracing the stretch of him filling you up anyway - as his arm muscles bulge under the strain of his own weight. Once fully sheathed inside, he releases a hiss as you involuntarily clench your walls around him.

"Fuck, don't do that if you want me to last." He breathes out, forehead dropping to rest on yours.

Your arms wrap around him, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as you try to get used to the feeling of having him inside you. "Sorry, couldn't help it."

He only responds with a grunt as he starts moving, rolling his hips into you in a steady rhythm, in such a fluid movement that it leaves you completely breathless. The ways in which he can move his body are always miles and miles beyond you.

But you relish in it nonetheless, the feelings he can elicit, the pleasure he grants you. It leaves your mind blank, clouding over all your senses until the buzz he sends you in is all you perceive - it's as if you are transported to a different world, as if you are floating enclosed in white cotton wool clouds.

The smell of sex has long infused the room, hanging heavy in the air, and together with the musky scent of his cologne and the somewhat sweet undertones that are just him, it's a heavenly smell. The way you breath it in, together with how he stimulates your body, you come close to the feeling of a drug induced high, ecstasy in its purest form.

And god, he really does lure you into pure bliss, balancing on a knife point, so close to teetering over that fine line that draws out sparks behind closed eyes like fireworks in the night sky of New Year's Eve.

He realizes it too, how close you truly are, knows your clues and tells, like the tremors in your thighs and the blotchy red that colors the skin of your décolleté. But, he is a merciful soul that has no interest in dragging this out.This isn't the play field of a lover’s quarrel, but more of a beneficial business deal for both of you after all.

So, he is kind enough to sneak a hand down your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing in callous circles that have you crossing your ankles behind his back to anchor yourself through the waves of gratification that roll over you and drown you in pure white, making you lose all sense of reality.

He fucks you through it, not once slowing down as you let one moan after the other escape - all of them sounding somewhat similar to his name - and your toes curl as your heels dig into his back.

You clench and tighten around his length only to loosen up and repeat again, coming harder than you have done in a long time, and somewhere along the line, you trigger his own release as well.

His weight collapses onto yours as he no longer can hold himself up, pressing you into the mattress as his hips still try to keep their rhythm, and, although failing, he keeps thrusting. Chest heaving, his breath tickles your neck, making you realize what a sweaty mess both of you have turned into.

Once you both calmed down enough, you push his weight off you, laying next to each other as you try to even out your breathing back to your natural state, slowing pounding hearts and waiting for drained bodies to regain some strength.

Removing the condom off his softening cock, he ties it with a knot, picking himself up and off the bed to throw it away. He trots over into the bathroom, and you hear the opening of the trash can then water running.

"I look like I just ran a fucking marathon, I'm that drenched." He calls out to you, and you can picture him observing himself in the large mirror, combing through his damp hair.

"You can use my shower." You shout back, feeling the need to wash yourself as well. "I can join you if you want."

Upon your words he appears again in your sight, leaning against the door frame he looks at you with a raised brow and humor clear in his eyes.

"You do realize I have cum two times in the last what-was-it? I doubt I will be able to get it up again that soon. Let's save that for next time." Walking over, he grabs his clothes, throwing your underwear back at you while he is at it, and makes his way back to the bath. "I will take you up on that offer for a shower though. I seriously can't leave like this."

"Feel free to do so." You are finally getting up, too, stretching your muscles and, with a sensation akin to satisfaction, you surprisingly find the ache that comes with a slight soreness in the cradle of your hips. "Want some coffee or a snack?"

"A glass of water would be nice."

And with that, he closes the door behind him and you hear the sound of running water fill the otherwise silent apartment. Shrugging your shirt back on, you idly make your way into the kitchen to soothe your parched throat while getting another glass ready for Hoseok.

He doesn't take long, emerging soon with still dripping hair combed back to be dried by the humid night, clothes back on and skin glowing. He thanks you for the water, gulping it down in one go, before setting the glass back down. Turning towards you, he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into a hug.

"Thank you. I really needed tonight." He mumbles as he presses his lips to your temple, but the touch is gone as soon as it came, leaving you somewhat floating in the pleasant feeling of short affection. "I'll be going now."

"You're welcome. Text me if something comes up again." "As always, my favorite stress reliever."

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argonapricot · 7 years

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when you REBLOG IT do ALL OF THEM

1: Name - Julia

2: Age - the number of protons in an argon atom! My favorite element! That didn’t even occur to me until just now and I am delighted.

3: 3 Fears -

1. Plane crashes

2. Dementia

3. Bad things happening to pets

4: 3 things I love -

1. elves

2. Dvorak

3. making fun of you

5: 4 turns on

1. Linguistics

2. The end credit music from Attack of the Clones

3. Girls

4. Chord resolutions

6: 4 turns off

1. Sex

2. Existentialism

3. Depression

4. Logistical complications

7: My best friend - three of alex in a trenchcoat

8: Sexual orientation - homosexualism

9: My best first date - I’ve only had one! Unless you count Mackenzie Week which wow I sure don’t yikes

But yeah, the actual first date was cute af we were adorable and drenched

10: How tall am I - not tall enough

11: What do I miss - so much all the time, god. Having it be a normal and socially accessible activity to play pretend when you hang out with friends. Having a girlfriend, lol. Playing outside in the yard, my brother being a tiny little puffball. Being an impressive child. So many childhood things actually I’m an enormous sap. Not being depressed?

12: What time was I born - 7:02 in the evening, I think

13: Favorite color - poorple

14: Do I have a crush - um i have like 7 I’m bad at getting over people

15: Favorite quote - “the answer is six” - alex, that one time the answer wasn’t six

16: Favorite place - it’s a secret!

17: Favorite food - academic vigor

18: Do I use sarcasm - no of course not

19: What am I listening to right now - the clock trying to guilt me from across the room

20: First thing I notice in new person - whether or not they are painted green

21: Shoe size - 9/12

22: Eye color - Brown! Maybe like ¼ hazel

23: Hair color - also brown! It gets lighter in the summer, the sun bleaches it a bit.

24: Favorite style of clothing - gay

25: Ever done a prank call? - I used to prank call Clarissa every time I called her in like middle school, but it was always super obvious that it was me I think

27: Meaning behind my URL - my favorite element, paired with a handy dandy alliteration fruit that I enjoy

28: Favorite movie - Alex making a fool of herself

jk it’s I guess Lord of the Rings but I’m honestly so bad with favorites especially movies

29: Favorite song - I’ve been listening to Hurt by Johnny Cash a LOT lately, for fictional angst purposes and also it’s just a really good song

30: Favorite band - the Grady Knights Philharmonic

31: How I feel right now - sad that I’m only on number 31

32: Someone I love - Lee Pope

33: My current relationship status - so single you don’t even know

34: My relationship with my parents - good! I have great parents they are great!

35: Favorite holiday - I’ve only actually been to a Tu b’shvat seder once, but it was so incredibly rad and it’s a good holiday I approve of it.

36: Tattoos and piercing i have - none

37: Tattoos and piercing i want - none?

38: The reason I joined Tumblr - to get in on that sweet pjo fandom action

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? nah bro @alphaj8de hi five

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - I exchange “goodnights” with someone if we end a conversation by going to bed?

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - quite possibly!

42: When did I last hold hands? - I hold hands with Tolkien every day of my life

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Depends on how slowly I get out of bed

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? - yeah

45: Where am I right now? - on a couch

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - fanfiction, probably, since all of my good caring friends are Leaving me to go to Party College, or alternatively Very Far Away And Stupidly Cold Stupid College

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - I like my music neurotically soft

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - for the next like two months

49: Am I excited for anything? - college! Hannah’s lake house! garbage on the internet!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - I rarely tell Everything to anyone

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - I suck at fake smiles, and can only maintain them (when called for) in three-second bursts

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - I hugged Benjamin earlier today

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - I would stand there like a tool.

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - YEAH @cognitivelyagitated I can’t believe you took advantage of my eighth grade self like that and I can’t believe my eighth grade self was that stupid.

55: What is something I disliked about today? - Discord crashed and my online friend was not online.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - *mumblemumble*

57: What do I think about most? - characters doing Things

58: What’s my strangest talent? - I have the power to make sleeping possums knit

59: Do I have any strange phobias? - macaroni and cheese, also certain noises that make me flip out and cringe

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - I can go both ways!

61: What was the last lie I told? - the answer to that sarcasm question

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - what is communication

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - I don’t devote a lot of energy into having opinions on ghosts or aliens one way or the other.

64: Do I believe in magic? - sometimes

65: Do I believe in luck? - I mean luck is just the concept that sometimes good things happen and sometimes they don’t? So yeah, the experimental probability of good things that happen is a thing.

66: What’s the weather like right now? - hot and humid

67: What was the last book I’ve read? - I’m in the middle of like four books right now, the last one I finished was I think A Conjuring Of Light? In the shades of magic trilogy, which was hype.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - no!

69: Do I have any nicknames? - julesliaia

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? - I broke my arm in seventh grade

71: Do I spend money or save it? - both!

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - no

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? - there are some pink things visible on the screen where this is being typed?

74: Favorite animal? - I like all kinds of cats

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - watching Episode 3 of IDOL Drama Operation Team

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - why would he have a last name

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - I can’t think of the best answer right now

78: How can you win my heart? - elf appreciation

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - my name would be nice

80: What is my favorite word? - right now, sepulchral

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - I don’t really rate tumblrs!

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - stop! being stupid! stop being mean! Help the planet and also other people! I don’t know

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - being able to sing well would be nice

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - are you spending your time responsibly?

86: What is my current desktop picture? - Yosemite

87: Had sex? - y

88: Bought condoms? - n

89: Gotten pregnant? - n

90: Failed a class? - n

91: Kissed a boy? - n

92: Kissed a girl? - y

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - I think so, yeah

94: Had job? - y

95: Left the house without my wallet? - y

96: Bullied someone on the internet? - n

97: Had sex in public? - nah that’s your gig

98: Played on a sports team? - I was a part of the Lucky Clovers soccer team in like 1st and 2nd grade

99: Smoked weed? - n

100: Did drugs? - n

101: Smoked cigarettes? - n

102: Drank alcohol? - some! on special occasions

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - n

104: Been overweight? - n

105: Been underweight? - n

106: Been to a wedding? - Yeah, a couple!

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - ………..probably on some late nights, but that’s terrible and I feel ashamed and sad

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - n

109: Been outside my home country? - twice! Once to Spain and once to Mexico

110: Gotten my heart broken? - There have been a couple instances of vague heart breakage idk

111: Been to a professional sports game? - during TIP camps, yes

112: Broken a bone? - y

114: Been to prom? - I was busy Killing It at Carnegie Hall

115: Been in airplane? - y

116: Fly by helicopter? - n

117: What concerts have I been to? - @queer-sighted took me to a Fall Out Boy concert two summers ago, which was lots of fun! I’ve been to a lot of ASO concerts that Mom gets tickets to for producing the show, and a bunch of other classical music occasions, and some concerts that I’ve played!

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - yeah. like. a Lot.

119: Learned another language? - I learned some okay French

120: Wore make up? - y

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - y but virginity is dumb

122: Had oral sex? - y

123: Dyed my hair? - n

124: Voted in a presidential election? - I was too young!

125: Rode in an ambulance? - n

126: Had a surgery? - yeah, on my foot in second grade

127: Met someone famous? - my crush met Selena Gomez does that count

128: Stalked someone on a social network? - only a tiny bit

129: Peed outside? - of course

130: Been fishing? - I’ve stood near some people who were fishing sometimes

131: Helped with charity? - I’ve worked on a lot of tikkun olam projects? And volunteered places? And donated tzeddakah? I don’t know what specifically constitutes charity.

132: Been rejected by a crush? - only very indirectly I have the forthcoming romantic initiative of a slug

133: Broken a mirror? - no

134: What do I want for birthday? - ummmm books and mamamoo I guess? Maybe a new tablet

#long post #ask meme thing #alkaline earth muses

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mrs-entwistle · 7 years

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1:Full name?I don’t feel comfortable putting my full name on the Internet, sorry!2:Age?21.3:3 Fears?Dying young/alone, insects, and heights. 😣4:3 things I love?Video games, Christmas, and antique stores! 5:4 turn ons?A bright mind, a kind heart, a good sense of humor, and beautiful blue eyes.6:4 turn offs?Rudeness/disrespect, no communication, lack of affection, and caring only about sex. 7:My best friend?Jeremy and my bf Stephen :’)8:Sexual orientation?Pansexual!9:My best first date?I honestly don’t even know? 10:How tall am I?About 5'2", I think.11:What do I miss?Stephen while he’s at work!12:What time was I born?I’m actually not 100% sure? I wanna say sometime around 6-7 am but I’m not positive.13:Favorite color?Blue! 💙14:Do I have a crush?Yes, on my boyfriend 😎15:Favorite quote?I’m never good at answering this question, I can never really think of any quotes 😅🙈16:Favorite place?Antique stores are guaranteed to be a favorite place of mine, no matter what. 17:Favorite food?Anything involving chicken and cheese, tbh. But my favorite treat is always brownies. 😍18:Do I use sarcasm?Quite heavily, yes 😂19:What am I listening to right now?Don’t Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult20:First thing I notice in new person?I tend to notice everything at once. I’m a quick judge of character and I’m very good at taking things in.21:Shoe size?6.22:Eye color?Brown.23:Hair color?Also brown!24:Favorite style of clothing?Anything that looks like it came directly from Stevie Nicks or Marc Bolan. 😎 I love ‘60s and '70s-esque clothing. It’s the best!25:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “R”?Nope. 27:Meaning behind my URL?I’m John Entwistle’s wife 😘28:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “M”?Nope again.29:Favorite song?That’s waaaaaay too hard of a question, my dude. 😂 Anything by The Who, I’ll just say that.30:Favorite band?The Who, for sure 🤗❤️31:How I feel right now?Very nice! I’m super cozy and content and quite happy. :’) 32:Someone I love?Stephen 😊33:My current relationship status?In a relationship 🌈💕34:My relationship with my parentsMy relationship with my mom is great, we’re as close as can be- but I essentially have no relationship at all with my dad. 35:Favorite holiday?Halloween and Christmas are tied, I can’t pick between them. 😎🎃🎄36:Tattoos and piercing I have?None at all.37:Tattoos and piercing I want?I want a little crescent moon tattoo for sure, and maybe a tiny feather as well.38:The reason I joined Tumblr?It was in 2012 when I was going through an extremely tough time and I had started homeschooling due to an unfortunate decline in my health. I lost all my friends at school and was looking for a way to meet new people with similar interests and occupy my time. 39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?Hate is a strong word. I don’t think he hates me, and I don’t hate him. But I don’t have anything good to say about him though; I’m pretty bitter about how things ended. 40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Whenever I’m not physically with my bf, he always sends me those and vice versa. :’)41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?Noooo, lmao.42:When did I last hold hands?Yesterday. 43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Lmaoooo oh boy. It tends to take me at least an hour and a half to two hours. 😅😂🙈44:Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?Yeah.45:Where am I right now?On Stephen’s couch with one of his sisters while she helps assist me on a difficult part of BOTW 😂46:If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Probably Stephen m and his family, honestly.47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Depends on how I’m feeling, but usually I prefer it loud. B)48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?I live with my mom. But as of lately, more than half of the time I’ve been staying with Stephen and his family. 😌💕49:Am I excited for anything?My future. :’) 50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yes! A couple people.51:How often do I wear a fake smile?I try not to, but I do sometimes.52:When was the last time I hugged someone?Early this morning. 53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I would be more than devastated. But I don’t need to worry about that because that would never happen.54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Probably… 55:What is something I disliked about today?My day has just begun, so nothing yet!56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?John Entwistle, even though he isn’t alive anymore. 57:What do I think about most?Stephen and our future. 58:What’s my strangest talent?My excellent impressions. 59:Do I have any strange phobias?I have a phobia of ants that most people think is strange and “funny”.60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?I am fine with either, actually. I love being the subject and also the photographer. I don’t have a preference. 😁61:What was the last lie I told?Probably that I’m fine. 62:Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Depends on the person! Probably talking on the phone, though. 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?I 100% believe in ghosts. And I love to ponder the idea of aliens, but I’m not 100% sold on the idea. I love reading about the concept of them though. 64:Do I believe in magic?Nah. 65:Do I believe in luck?Sort of!66:What’s the weather like right now?Sunny as FUCK I hate Florida lmao67:What was the last book I’ve read?Gyo by Junji Ito 68:Do I like the smell of gasoline?Yessss, it’s gr8 👌🏼69:Do I have any nicknames?Everybody calls me Kait. And Stephen has a bunch of personal nicknames for me 😊70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?A fractured ankle, I’d say.71:Do I spend money or save it?I definitely spend it….. 😅72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope, I can’t.73:Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? I don’t think so :o74:Favorite animal?Cats and bats and red pandas 😎75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Cuddling with Stephen.76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Trump LOL77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Kokomo by The Beach Boys78:How can you win my heart?You can’t, it’s already won 😘79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone?“She has returned to the cosmos from whence she came” 80:What is my favorite word?Groovy.81:My top 5 blogs on Tumblr?I don’t wanna list just 5 because I love so many blogs, and I don’t like playing favorites 😭82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?Something rambly about peace, I’m sure.83:Do I have any relatives in jail?Not that I know of!84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Probably invisibility.85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?I’m actually not sure? I’m openly honest about most things but I would probably be afraid to discuss my sexual ventures with my family if they were to ask, for example… 😅86:What is my current desktop picture?I don’t have an actual computer but my background on my iPad is a picture of John Entwistle smiling, and my background on my phone is a photo of me and Stephen at the beach that my mom took of us.87:Had sex?Yes.88:Bought condoms?Also yes.89:Gotten pregnant?Definitely not!90:Failed a class?Yes lmao 😅91:Kissed a boy?Yessss.92:Kissed a girl?Nope.93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Not yet!94:Had job?Yes. 95:Left the house without my wallet?Many times, lmao.96:Bullied someone on the internet?When I was very young; it’s not something I’m proud of. 97:Had sex in public?Nooooo, lmao.98:Played on a sports team?When I was in school, yes- the basketball team 😎99:Smoked weed?Nope.100:Did drugs?Also nope.101:Smoked cigarettes?Yeah.102:Drank alcohol?Mhm. 103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?No I’m not. 104:Been overweight?Not really? Maybe a little when I was a preteen.105:Been underweight?Nah.106:Been to a wedding?Yes!107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Most likely LOL.108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Also definitely a yes, especially in the past when I’ve been sick.109:Been outside my home country?Not yet!110:Gotten my heart broken?Many times.111:Been to a professional sports game?I think so?112:Broken a bone?Nah.113:Cut myself?Yes.114:Been to prom?No.115:Been in airplane?Not yet, I’m kinda scared to. 😅116:Fly by helicopter?Also no 😅117:What concerts have I been to?Art Garfunkel twice, Paul McCartney three times, The Who, The Beach Boys two or three times, Brian Wilson twice, Air Supply, Joan Jett (she opened for The Who), Ringo Starr twice, The Monkees, a Led Zeppelin tribute band, a Beatles tribute band a few times, Stevie Nicks, and I’m seeing Paul Simon in a few months 😎118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yes lmao119:Learned another language?Yes!120:Wore make up?Also yes.121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?Nope. 122:Had oral sex?Yesss 👌🏼123:Dyed my hair?I used to dye it black for a few years. 124:Voted in a presidential election? No, actually.125:Rode in an ambulance?Yes :(126:Had a surgery?Thankfully not.127:Met someone famous?Yes, Ringo Starr 😎🌟128:Stalked someone on a social network?I think everyone has at some point to some extent 😅129:Peed outside?Lmao no 😂130:Been fishing?Actually, I have not!131:Helped with charity?Yes.132:Been rejected by a crush?So many times lmao 133:Broken a mirror?Accidentally! 134:What do I want for my birthday?I actually am not sure tbh? I haven’t really thought about it…as long as I get to spend it with the people I love, I’m happy :’) 135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names?At least one or two, but I haven’t thought of names, really 😌136:Was I named after anyone?My middle name is in honor of my great grandma.137:Do I like my handwriting?Yes, it’s decent sometimes! 138:What was my favorite toy as a child? Nintendo 64 LMAO I have always loved it 😎139:Favorite TV show?That '70s Show and Always Sunny.140:Where do I want to live when older?I dunno, wherever my life takes me! It would be rad to live in England though 😎141:Play any musical instrument?Sadly not, lmao.142:One of my scars, how did I get it?I fell down onto the driveway when I was little and scraped my elbow and the scar is still visible. 143:Favorite pizza toping?Pineapple ;;;;;;)144:Am I afraid of the dark?Nah.145:Am I afraid of heights?Oh yes, absolutely 😅146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?Lmaooooo kinda? 😂147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yup, happens all the time.148:What I’m really bad at?Living 😅149:What my greatest achievments are?Getting my art to Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey tbh 150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me?People say mean shit to me often, I don’t know what the worst thing has been though honestly 😅🙈151:What I’d do if I won the lottery?I would grab Stephen and my family and go shoppin 💃🏻152:What do I like about myself? I like my artistic talents and capabilities and I especially like my fashion sense and music taste 😎153:My closest Tumblr friend?Jeremy 😁154:Something I fantasise about?My future, yo! ✨

Thanks v much!!! This took awhile 😅💕

#about me #long post

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Oof! There’s a lot of these but Imma do it anyway...

1: Name - Jac (or moron. Either works)

2: Age - 26 physically. 12 mentally

3: 3 Fears - Balloons, the dark, PEOPLE!

4: 3 things I love - Animals, films, sleeping

5: 4 turns on - Pass

6: 4 turns off - Pass

7: My best friend - @thezombiewithglasses

8: Sexual orientation - Er... fucked if I know! Pan, I guess?????

9: My best first date - Sitting and talking about parrots until 2am (seriously)

10: How tall am I - 5′8″

11: What do I miss - University to be honest

12: What time were I born - 3:25pm

13: Favorite color - Purple and aqua blue

14: Do I have a crush - Not currently

15: Favorite quote - “There is always a choice. The choice might be between slavery and death but there is still a choice.” - Tyrion Lanister (No I don’t watch G.O.T. anymore but I managed to hear that line)

16: Favorite place - Wherever there’s peace, quiet and birds

17: Favorite food - It changes but I’m liking Chinese at the moment

18: Do I use sarcasm - Not at all! Geez. I NEEEEEEEVER use sarcasm! *Eyeroll* *Tutting* etc.

19: What am I listening to right now - Various rustlings of an owl on the webcam I have open.

20: First thing I notice in new person - Eyes

21: Shoe size - Kangaroo sized

22: Eye color - Yellowy green... I think it’s called hazel?

23: Hair color - Mousy with silver highlights

24: Favorite style of clothing - Pirate or punk (or punk pirate. Ooh! I’ll have to try that!!)

25: Ever done a prank call? - Fuck no!

27: Meaning behind my URL - I’m a captain and my name’s Jac

28: Favorite movie - ‘Jaws’ (sounds stupid I know but it has solid gold character development, I swear!)

29: Favorite song - ‘Dead Man’s Party’ - Oingo Boingo

30: Favorite band - Oingo Boingo

31: How I feel right now - Happy because I’ve had a nice day out :) (Also I need to pee but I don’t think that counts)

32: Someone I love - Craig

33: My current relationship status - Taken and happy (for 3 1/2 years)

34: My relationship with my parents - Pretty good actually

35: Favorite holiday - Newquay in 2013 because that’s where I met Craig

36: Tattoos and piercing i have - None

37: Tattoos and piercing i want - LOTS!!! FUCK!!! But I’m a chicken

38: The reason I joined Tumblr - Because my mates did. Lol

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - Well HE hates ME let’s put it that way

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - Seeing as I now LIVE with the person I used to send those to, no.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - Er... *Checks phone* No. Work colleague.

42: When did I last hold hands? - This morning <3

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - 20 mins

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? - Nope. But Craig has.

45: Where am I right now? - In my living room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - I never get drunk anyway

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - LOUD

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - Nope

49: Am I excited for anything? - I’m nearing the end of a project, so yeah

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - Yes.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. at work

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - About 3 hours ago

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - She’d get a knuckle sandwich and Craig’s ass would get dumped

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - Probably. I’m way too trusting to be honest...

55: What is something I disliked about today? - The train being half an hour late! Ugh!

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Trump. Down a dark alley. With a baseball bat.

57: What do I think about most? - What I want to be doing rather than the shit I actually do!

58: What’s my strangest talent? - I can bend back into a bridge and rest on my elbows

59: Do I have any strange phobias? - Fucking balloons! I hate them!

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - I WANT to be in front of it but I’m shit at it so...

61: What was the last lie I told? - I honestly can’t remember

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - *Shrieks in fear at the concept of EITHER*

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and yes

64: Do I believe in magic? - Yes

65: Do I believe in luck? - Mm... I’m not sure about that one

66: What's the weather like right now? - Mild. Also dark because it’s 8:30 at night

67: What was the last book I've read? - Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - Yes actually

69: Do I have any nicknames? - Not any more but my dad used to call me “muppet” when I had long hair

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? - Split my chin open and the bone was visible

71: Do I spend money or save it? - Save it. Wanna buy a house. Mm hm

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - Nearly

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? - Yes. An old diary

74: Favorite animal? - I have LOADS!! Don’t make me choose!

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - ...Hurr hurr. Fuckin’!

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - Smith (lol)

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Baby Jane (I don’t fucking know why!)

78: How can you win my heart? - “Want to go see this new kid’s movie? I’ll buy the snacks”

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - “Out to lunch. Back in 5 minutes”

80: What is my favorite word? - Bollocks

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - I don’t know!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - Stop fucking up the world please. Thank you kindly.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - I hope not

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Shapeshifting

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - It would really depend who was asking. There’s no one question I really fear answering under the right circumstances

86: What is my current desktop picture? - Reno and Rude from ‘Advent Children’

87: Had sex? - See question 75

88: Bought condoms? - Yes

89: Gotten pregnant? - No

90: Failed a class? - No

91: Kissed a boy? - Yes

92: Kissed a girl? - Yes

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - Yes

94: Had job? - *Have job

95: Left the house without my wallet? - Ho yes! And fuck me was that annoying!

96: Bullied someone on the internet? - No

97: Had sex in public? - .... Next question

98: Played on a sports team? - Does Karate count???

99: Smoked weed? - Yes

100: Did drugs? - ....OTHER than weed I assume? No

101: Smoked cigarettes? - No (I’ve smoked weed but not tobacco. How ‘bout that)

102: Drank alcohol? - Yep

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - No

104: Been overweight? - “Technically” I’m overweight now but I don’t give a fuck.

105: Been underweight? - Yes and it sucked.

106: Been to a wedding? - A few

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - PAH HA HAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!

109: Been outside my home country? - Yes. Twice. Once to France and once to Prague

110: Gotten my heart broken? - Fuck yeah

111: Been to a professional sports game? - No

112: Broken a bone? - Not yet, fingers crossed

113: Cut myself? - Yes (and I assume this means self harm)

114: Been to prom? - Yeah but it was while I was with someone abusive so I didn’t enjoy it

115: Been in airplane? - Yup

116: Fly by helicopter? - No but I want to

117: What concerts have I been to? - Went to a Stiff Little Fingers gig on Monday and also been to a few others and also seen Danny Elfman perform.

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - Yes

119: Learned another language? - Trying to learn Russian (just because)

120: Wore make up? - Yes. Love it

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - No

122: Had oral sex? - Yep

123: Dyed my hair? - Yes. I’ve been purple, blonde and silver.

124: Voted in a presidential election? - No but I did vote in the general election in the UK

125: Rode in an ambulance? - Not that I remember

126: Had a surgery? - Does having my face stitched back together count?

127: Met someone famous? - Yas bitch! Met Danny Elfman and also met John Hurt at my graduation (I WANTED to meet the band members of SLF on Monday but we had a lift waiting and we didn’t want to be disrespectful)

128: Stalked someone on a social network? - I’m not proud of it but yeah. I was a lot younger.

129: Peed outside? - Yeah but only when I’ve really been caught short.

130: Been fishing? - No. I think it’s cruel if you’re not going to actually eat the fish you haul out of their natural habitat

131: Helped with charity? - Yep. I used to work at a bird rescue trust

132: Been rejected by a crush? - MAAAAAAAANY times

133: Broken a mirror? - I kicked one by mistake

134: What do I want for birthday? - Just had it but I got Pokémon cards that I wanted :)

#personal

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