#this is what I believe the kids used to call a lime

[ao3-crack]

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[evan4ever]

James March x reader. The reader is very innocent like they don’t curse, drink, smoke, etc. James just adores it so much cuz it’s the opposite of him. He gives them random gifts and special dinners (maybe some slow dancing). As well as tons of affection like cheek and hand kisses, cuddles, holding hands, and helps you get ready for the day. He’s very overprotective and possessive of them like a kid who has a special teddy bear, so the other ghosts better watch their backs if they try to mess with the reader. He never lets them know he’s a serial killer but they know he’s a ghost.

Innocence

Warnings: talk about murder just a bit but no warnings really, just a sweet fic again!

a/n: you didn’t really give me a plot andI wasn’t sure if you wanted lime a headcannon or not so I hope what I came up with works for you 😅 but with reader being innocent and almost too naive while JPM protects her and is possessive lol 🥹

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You first met James when you had to find a hotel quick and one that didn’t cost your entire paychecks worth to stay in for a night. You were in the city for a last minute job interview the next day, and you were lucky enough to meet the owner of the Cortez who has offered you a deal to stay.

You were pretty blown away by his offer, having been at the lounge where you enjoyed a nice glass of lemon water before the man, who introduced himself as James Patrick March, approached you. After some visiting, and many odd but enjoyable questions from him later, he offered you the night for a discounted price of $15. You weren’t sure why, but didn’t dare object.

However, your original plan to call it a night by 8 PM soon turned to 11 PM, then next thing you knew it was 2 in the morning and James and yourself just couldn’t seem to pry away from each other. It was magnetizing being around the other, for both.

James was so beyond intrigued by you. He knew times had changed, and that modern day women weren’t as classy and “well kept” as they were in his day. But you were different, not at all like the females that trotted into the hotel, getting drunk or high and using such foul language with every word, wearing nothing more than a dress that barely covered them. No. You were the classy that James once adored and almost never saw again.

It drew him to you. Not just how you dressed or how you spoke, but your pure and complete innocence. It was something James wanted to protect, he wanted you to keep forever. And he’d make sure of it, if you let him of course.

Though he drank, he, on occasion, would use a foul word, and he had no innocence left in him — you were the opposite of him. And if it were a true myth, James believed it was love at first sight.

That night was the beginning of your most exciting, spoiled life; and that is said with confidence.

You had started returning to see James often, more and more often, until you practically lived there. You met many people, some you enjoyed, some you weren’t fond of. But it was many months later that James finally vowed his love to you, you returning the vow, and James filling you in on part of his secret.

You learned he was a ghost. And for someone like you, it didn’t take much convincing. However, you weren’t scared of him in the slightest. It did make you more cautious around the other ghosts and ghouls that forever took residency in the hotel, but never around James. And he promised himself he’d never allow you to find out of his dark side, the murder side of him. That was a side of him that he kept hidden away because he had found such joy through you that he almost didn’t need to feel the excitement of killing others by his own hands.

He knew someone like you would never be okay with murder. Especially if those who were innocent. And he didn’t expect you to ever change that part of you, so he simply never let you in on that secret side of him.

It was easy.

Besides Devils Night.

That was hard the first time you had been in the hotel during it. But, he was able to keep you preoccupied long enough with the help of Liz to get the night over with, where he expressed to the other monsters he guessed that you were completely and utterly off limits.

But the years spent together after that, Devils Night was never a concern. You never even caught on.

But the years spent with James were years he spoiled you rotten. He’d buy you anything you expressed interest in. He’d shower you in flowers. He’d run you a bath every night. He simply could not do enough for you to feel satisfied, because he was just that in love with you.

And though you were just as in love with him, he’d never allow you to go above and beyond for him the way he did for you. You would try, and he’d stop you. The most you were able to do for him was buy him his favorite cologne or alcohol, even when you had no idea about anything alcohol related. He loved the gesture, but never let you do much more.

You weren’t sure what you did to deserve someone like James. Needless to say, you never went to your job interview that first time staying in the hotel. And only a few months later, you basically lived in the hotel. Only some months after that, you stayed with James in his suite 24/7. At that point, you were his and he was yours. Even now, 6 years later.

You made it so easy for him, too. You never questioned anything. He was able to run three quarters of his life with you while using the other quarter to fulfill his murder tendencies and keep the hotel running accordingly. He even managed to keep you from meeting the countess, somehow. He had Liz and Sally to thank for that. He was aware of the mess that could bring, and he was in such a good place with you, wrapped around each others fingers.

That nearly came to an end.

“My love?” You entered the living area of your suite where James had been filling his cup with whatever alcohol he was drinking this time. He glanced at you and smiled brightly.

“Yes dear?” He sips while eyeing you so you’d know you had his full attention. You smiled, a half way smile, not your typical smile, and James immediately became concerned. “What is it? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, James, really.. it’s just.. I had an encounter today. With—“

“Elizabeth.” James finished your sentence, noticeably unhappy by this. You only nodded, allowing him to explain himself. “Ah yes. The time has come that I must tell you about her.” He sighs, taking ahold of your hand gently and leading you to the couch where you allowed him to help you sit, he sitting beside you. “Listen, dear,” he pauses, seeming unsure of where to start.

“I’m not angry, James.” You reassured before he could start again. His eyes seemed to relax as they remained glued to yours. “I just want to know the story from you.”

“What all… did she say.. exactly?” He asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t care about much of anything she could possibly tell you, only if she were to have revealed his deepest secret about his love for murdering, or if she had threatened you at all.

“She only told me of her past with you. I’m unsure whether it was a warning? Like, her way of telling me I should run while I can?” You raised your eyebrow at him curiously before letting a smile take place on your lips. “Not that I would ever listen to such a silly suggestion. I love you too much.” You grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it. “I just had no idea you were ever married.”

James sighed but held your hand tightly, bringing it up to his lips and placing a soft kiss to your knuckles before setting and holding it against his chest.

“I was, yes. A long, long… long time ago. Elizabeth being the original owner of this hotel, we married and I took over. I showered her with all my love, I gave her everything. I thought she was my one and only.” James goes quiet as you tilt your head, letting him finish. “I know now how very wrong I was.” He met your eyes again with sincerity, squeezing your hands that he was still holding against his chest.

“So what happened?” You asked, curious to know more about him. James kept things hidden from you, you were aware of that. But you were much too in love to question him too much, and some things you knew better than to want to know, so you were okay with being kept in the dark. But since this was an opportunity to learn a little more about his past, you couldn’t help but indulge in it.

“She was only using me, dear. I was a means to fill a void that I wasn’t aware was empty and longing for a past lover. She loved my gifts and my attention. But had no interest in loving me like I did her. Later, her past lover showed up out of nowhere and she was planning to run away with him. After that, I no longer cared for her.”

“But, she’s still here? Why?”

James went silent, not sure how to fill this part of the story. He didn’t kill Rudolph or Natacha. But he did lock them in this hotel and remove the door so they’d have to spend eternity here… since they were already vampires and couldn’t die. James felt it was a nice revenge on his now ex-wife, she believes they re-abandoned her all over again. She loves her life in anger and wonder, and it’s so sweet for James to see.

“They left her. Abandoned her again.” He nodded. You frown, feeling somewhat sympathetic for Elizabeth. “Don’t frown for the woman!” James states, a deep frown on his own face. “She was a monster, dear. I know you’re not one to feel this way for anyone you know but, she got all she deserved.”

You gazed at him for a moment as you took in his words before sighing and taking your hands from hi, resting one hand on the side of his face. “I do love you, James. So very much.” James leans into your hand, his eyes closing as he takes in the feeling of your skin against his, your scent so strong and as intoxicating as the alcohol he sips daily. “You don’t have to feel anger anymore, though. You can let it go, all the hurt and betrayal that woman caused you. She is no longer worth your while. For your own happiness, you should let it go.”

James listened to you, knowing your words held so much truth. It amazes him at times, how a woman of your culture could be so intelligent, so mature past your young age. He was blessed beyond words.

“You’re right, dear. You are very right.” He takes ahold of and turns his face into your hand, kissing from your palm up the majority of your soft, fragile arm. You smiled in awe as you watched him, his eyes glancing up to meet yours. “You amaze be every day.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Because you keep me on my toes every day. Never can know just what to expect here, but I would never trade it for anything.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bad Reputation 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

“I can’t tell you how much I need this,” Maria sighs as you put down the cocktail before her.

“Yeah, me too,” you sit back and twirl the straw in your drink.

“You sure about this place?” She looks around as she lifts the glass filled to the brim with a pink and purple ombre, topped with a wedge of bright lime. “Seems a bit young for us.”

“Uh, well, Google Maps isn’t exactly intuitive, I guess. You said drinks and I didn’t think you’d wanna go down to some dive.”

“Mm, yeah, I might run into my husband,” she scoffs, setting down her drink and rubbing her temples, “I can’t explain to you how intense it’s been. I don’t know what’s going on with him.”

“Sounds like he wants to be your father, not your husband,” you roll your eyes.

“No, no ‘I told you so’s’,” she crosses her arms, “because I know. You were right. He’s controlling. I just… I didn’t think he’d get this bad.”

You nod. You don’t want to be right. You care for your friend. You want her to be okay.

“Where does he think you are right now?”

“With the kids,” she says guiltily, “I told him I was taking them to my parents’ place. Which I did, he just thinks I’m there too.”

“Jeez,” you rub your chin, “so, what do you think? Talking to a therapist or a lawyer?”

She looks at you, a dire spark in her eyes, “I don’t know. I’m trying to figure it out. Either one is going to be like pulling teeth.”

“Yeah, I can only imagine.”

“God, I wish I was you,” she lifts her glass again, “single, childfree, alive.”

“Oh, Mar, don’t say that. You just need to get through this. And you can. The both of you just need to figure it out. You need to adjust. You never did, really. He kept on doing the same things, meanwhile you gave up everything to be with the kids. You deserve to get some of you back.”

“Please,” she wiggles her nose, “you know I get weepy when I drink.”

“And look at me getting sentimental,” you chuckle, “alright, that’s it.” You pick up your cocktail and chug it, trickling a little down the corner of your mouth. You wipe away the excess and slam the glass down, “you’re going to finish that. Then we’re going to get another and we’re going to dance.”

“Dance? College ended a long time ago–”

“We’re still wild, Mar, you’ll see. Down it and lets do a double to get in the mood. I’m not letting you go until your leaning.”

She huffs and shakes her head, hovering her drink before her lips, “you really are a bad influence.”

“Oh, you can be sure to tell Frank he was right about me,” you wink.

🎶

You come out onto the pavement as the buzzing of the music sticks in your ears. You made it to last call but Maria is barely holding on as she clings to your shoulder. You giggle and search for a cab among the rabble of clubbers dispersing in pairs and larger groups. 

You see the Golden Arches just behind the row of buildings across the street, “how about some Mickey D’s, huh? Suck up some of that vodka?”

“No, I gotta get home,” she babbles into a belch.

“You know you want a McChicken? Oh, how about nuggets? You know the sweet and sour sauce is your fave.”

“Stop!” She nearly shouts in your ear.

“I’m not going home till I have a juicy Big Mac in these paws,” you drag her down the sidewalk.

“Ugh, I can’t believe it’s after two,” she manages to bobble beside you, swaying slightly as she keeps a hold of your arm, “I’m a mother! My kids–”

“Are well taken care of,” you assure her, “this is girls’ night and it’s not over yet.”

You turn the corner, a few others ahead of you seem to have the same destination in sight. In the back of your mind, you know you’ll regret it in the morning but right now, your mouth is watering for over processed meat and cheese. Maria hiccups and hums.

“I’m gonna feel like shit,” she voices your inner monologue.

“We can feel like shit together,” you laugh, “just like college–”

Suddenly she slips away from you. At first you think she tripped but then you see the shadow dragging her back down the pavement. You know that gait, that lumbering rhythm, shoulders squared, nostrils puffing like a bull. Really? That jackass.

“Frank,” you shuffle to catch Maria’s other arm as she stumbles senselessly behind him, whimpering, “let her go.”

“Let my wife go,” he marches but you cling to Maria, drawing him back, “stay out of my marriage.”

“This isn’t about you, we’re having fun–”

“You need to grow up,” he keeps one hand on Maria as he rears on you, wagging his thick finger in your face, “mind your fucking business and stay away from my goddamn wife.”

“She’s an adult. She can do what she wants–”

“I know your bullshit. You get her all worked up then talk her into your dumb shit. Because you can’t hold onto a man of your own–”

“Pfft, whatever, I don’t need some asshole like you, Frank Castle–”

You stagger back as his fist cracks across your cheek. You taste blood as you fall backwards onto your ass, crying out at the pain that zips through your hip, ankle thrumming as you manage to unhook your heel from a crack in the sidewalk. You whine and cradle your head.

“Oh my god, are you o–” Maria reaches for you, hanging from Frank’s grasp.

“Come on. Home,” he snarls and jerks her away, “where you belong.”

“Hey,” you get to your knees, head swirling as you try to plant a foot.

“You follow me and I’ll leave you in the gutter,” he stops and points at you again, “fucking trash.”

You spit out blood into your hand, frozen in fear and dizziness. You can barely believe he hit you. He really hit you. You just hope he doesn’t do worse to Maria.

[nekropsii]

im thinking about the relationship between kankri and porrim because its just so fucking WEIRD like theyre obviously important to eachother or care about eachother to some extent but we dont really know why?? like they dont seem to get along very well

she patronizes him constantly (which is VERY loaded considering they lived on fucking beforus) and ignores his boundaries (calling him patronizing nicknames he doesnt like, wiping his face while he tried to push her off) and he constantly makes insensitive bitchy bigoted comments that go against all of her values and make her angry

and theres not the same dynamic dolorosa and signless had where she raised him like theyre the same age so why do they even talk to eachother?? what is their relationship?? like were they childhood friends or something?? itd make sense if they were both a little different as kids and therefore got along better but then why do they still talk to eachother when they really dont now ITS SO WEIRD

It's... Complicated. They go way back, as far as I can tell.

The way I see it, they do not have a "Mother and Son" relationship- I find that most who assert this often place far too much maturity onto Porrim, who is literally 19 years old. It's more like an Adoptive/Found Sibling relationship between someone with a severe case of Eldest Daughter Syndrome and the social conditioning of a higher-end Midblood on Beforus, and someone with a chronic case of Only Child and the social conditioning of a Mutant Lime on Beforus. The relationship makes more sense to me when you view it this way. It's just... A fraught sibling relationship, formed under societal pressures we can't even fathom. Porrim Maryam, trained by society to cull those beneath her, trying hard not to, and for the most succeeding outside of someone very close to her, and Kankri Vantas, culled and isolated his whole life, becoming a total suck-up to the deeply misogynistic, ableist, hemoloyal culling system as both a method of self defense and as a wielding of the only weapon he really knows. It was used against him all the time, and it works, doesn't it? If sucking up to Able-Bodied Male Highbloods and ridiculing everyone beneath that golden standard is the best way to ensure safety, then he's gonna do it. He's essentially a lifelong voter for the Leopards Eating People's Faces Party.

Ultimately, I think what keeps Porrim by his side is that... I think she believes in him. It's like watching yourself lose your sibling to the Alt-Right Pipeline. I think she thinks he doesn't actually believe most of what he's saying, and that this is all deeply reflexive. She's smart enough to recognize the real systemic issues at play here, and that he's essentially caught in chains between 5 different machines that all want him dead. And she's right. When you actually read the shit Kankri's saying, it becomes almost immediately apparent that he's spouting bullshit, and that he absolutely knows this. I think what keeps Kankri by her side is that he knows she cares about him. There isn't any denying it. She might infringe on boundaries, or be generally annoying to him, and keeps doing that frustrating little thing called seeing through his and everyone else's bullshit and calling them out on it- not just including but especially his- but she cares. I think he knows that at the end of all things what he'd have left is her. Is this to say that if you got Kankri to grow a spine and genuinely believe in things that aren't spoonfeedings of the latest Conservative Highblood Talking Point/Psy-Op, he'd be a good person? Hell no. No way. He has a raging savior complex and is way too eager to throw other people under the bus and insult/ridicule them to their faces. He's an asshole. Just completely slimy.

But, again, sibling relationships know no bounds. This kind of dynamic just feels so... Realistic to me. The way their relationship is so strained but still so strong and ongoing just feels so human. I don't know. This is pretty meandering, I just think about them a lot.

[rebellionmoon]

💚 ILLUMI HEADCANONS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY 💚

idk but i just love imagining random facts about illumi, that don't really add to his character, but kindof do too? Maybe it's because there isn't much screen time of illumi in the anime that my brain needs to fill all that empty space of longing in my heart of what could have been.

SO HERE ARE RANDOM ILLUMI (HEADCANON) FACTS THAT SERVE NOTHING:

He drinks beer and uses his teeth to open the bottles. He used to have a collection of bottlecaps, but then he gave them to Killua. So whenever Illumi opened a bottle, the cap would hence force go to Killua. Now the jar of bottlecaps is somewhere in Killua's room collecting dust.

After finishing an assassintion, he likes to get fastfood. Something quick and indulgent, like it's a cheat day. If he was on a job with his brothers then they'd hit a bodega afterwards. Sometimes he would bring food back to Milluki too.

He can hold a burger in one hand and tear through a ketchup packet with his teeth. He dips his food so much, he rarely eats anything without sauce.

Like Silva, Illumi has had a few pets in his life. One of them being a bear. He named it Pikelet. (I'll explore this one more in my fic!)

Although murder is his trade, that shouldn't hinder his other passions, including wild life conservation! This boy grew up in the mountains, albiet privately owned. You can't convince me he isn't a goblin child at heart.

He always thought he deserved to have fangs.

When he sees a walking stick lying on the ground, he has the urge to pick it up and wield it like a sword.

When he was eight he read all the narnia books. Peter was his comfort character, but he wanted to be Prince Caspian. To this day, if you ask him why he likes Narnia, he will give you a disseration and explain why Lucy is the strongest of all the penvensie siblings. He has never had turkish delight, but believes he would betray his siblings for them, they just look so good!

He could grow antlers out of pure will power. No, literally, he can. He can and will show you. "I'm a crytid. Look at my antlers."

He's still a Goosebumps kid at heart. When autumn rolls around, he he lays in bed and watches his favorite spooky shows (scooby doo, goosebumps, are you afraid of the dark?, tales from the crypt)

When he was little, he used to play in the forest by himself ALOT. One time, he crawled into a log, but the log was at the top of a hill and it began to roll down with him in it and then it rolled into a pond. He was able to escape, but he almost drowned and never told anyone what happened. He was a little mortified to tell anyone because he almost died doing something stupid. He'll tell you he has done alot of stupid things in the woods, but won't divulge more than that.

He's actually kind of good at acting and loves watching movies. This is part of why he is so good at diguises, he studies the actors in movies lol Sometimes he repeats lines from movies randomly in the house. Out of nowhere, he shouts 'BILBOOOO BAGGINSSSS' in a gandolf like voice. It's okay, just accept it.

Illumi has rehabilitated many opossums in his life.

He owns an animal rescue ranch, under a different identity of one of his disguises, that rebahilibates injured animals and prepares to release them back to the wild. His current disguise is an old man, but Illumi plans to 'die' and come back as his son/heir. Yes, he has worked out an entire line of succession for a rescue ranch. Did he have to do this? No, but he did anyway.

Once Illumi officiated the wedding between a frog named Freddie Lime to another frog named Emily Spinach. Oh, he was also high, but the wedding was beautiful, and Milluki fished him out of the pond afterwards.

There's a deer in Kukuroo Mountain that is fond of Illumi. If it sees him, it will run up to him. Illumi doesn't know what the forest calls the deer, but he calls it Thimble. He gives Thimble treats, and Thimple lets Illumi pet him, the arrangement has worked out very well so far.

Kukuroo Mountain is self sustainable, and alot of the food they cook they grow themselves. There's also a farm, with cows. Illumi would just be chilling on a hamick and then suddenly killua runs past him, and then so does a cow. Illumi goes back to napping, this isn't his mess to clean up.

"Concept: I will continue to bottle up all my emotions until I snap."

Moss.

Here were some facts! I have more stuff, but those are spoilers for my fanfic (where shadows touch), My obsession might be unhealthy but it's delicious and i love it so I'm not gonna stop.

[beargraphs]

Heathers the Musical | Sentence Starters contains. sex-references, insults, suicide-refs, alcohol & drug ref.

"I believe I'm a good person."

"What did you say to me, skank?"

"Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail"

"She/He is a mythic bitch"

"For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure"

"Why now are you pulling on my dick?"

"You just gotta prove, you're not a pussy anymore!"

"You're not a lame ass anymore!"

"Hey, mister no-name kid...so who might you be?

"It's fine if you don't agree...but I would fight for you, If you would fight for me."

"When everything numbs, who needs cocaine?"

"Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?"

"Freeze your brain, shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain."

"Let's rub each other's backs, while watching porn on Cinemax!"

"So, it's salt, and then lime, and then shot?"

"Fill that joint and roll it tight, ain't nobody home tonight!"

"I think that's what they call "Third base"."

"Showing up here took some guts, time to rip them out."

"People wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal."

"There's no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

"I need it hard, I'm a dead girl walkin'!"

"I'm hot and pissed and on the pill."

You say you're numb inside, but I can't agree."

"Slap me! Pull my hair! Touch me there and there and there!"

"What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?"

"No one sees the me inside of me..."

"I am more than just a source of handjobs."

"Once, you were geeky and nerd, now you’re flirty, freaky, and dirty."

"I bit my tongue so long, I learned to count to ten."

"Move bitch, this my song!"

"Our love is God."

"I worship you, I'd trade my life for yours."

"Oh, well, I was hoping you could rip my clothes off me, sport."

"What the fuck have you done?!"

"I've been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. And it's time we opened our eyes!"

"We're "damaged". Really "damaged". But that does not make us "wise"."

"Don't stop looking in my eyes."

"The revolution came and went, tried to change the world, barely made a dent."

"So [NAME]! I'm ending our affair, and I faked it, every single time!"

"We'll sink any minute, so someone must go."

"There's nowhere to hide."

"You don't deserve to live!"

"Here have a sedative!"

"Now we're all grown up and we know better..."

"But I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end."

"You don't know what my world looks like!"

"Knock! Knock! Sorry for coming in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!"

"We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors, bring marshmallows, we'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

"You left me and I fell apart. I punched the wall and cried.."

"Please don't leave me alone. You were all I could trust. I can't do this alone."

"This little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb."

"I wish we'd met before, they convinced you life is war!

"I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair."

"Hope you'll miss me, wish you'd kiss me."

"You look like hell."

"I just got back."

"Are there any happy endings?"

"If no one loves me now, someday somebody will."

"We'll make it beautiful."

[kinger-fr]

Dad says act our age

You heard the man, it's time to rage!

[All]

Blast the bass, turn out the light

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Ram]

Drink, smoke, it's all cool

Let's get naked in my pool!

[All]

Punch the wall and start a fight!

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Kurt]

His folks got a waterbed

Come upstairs and rest your head

[Ram]

Let's rub each other's backs

While watching porn on cinemax!

[Heather chandler, kurt, ram, kids]

The folks are gone

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

We're up till dawn

Having some big fun!

Big fun!

When mom and dad forget

To lock the liquor cabinet

It's big fun!

Big fun!

[Veronica]

Ok, ok, ok

So, it's salt, and then lime, and then shot?

[Heather mcnamara]

No, it's salt, and then

[Heather chandler]

You're doing it wrong!

[Veronica, spoken]

Really? 'Cause I feel great

[Preppy stud]

Veronica, you are looking good tonight!

[Veronica]

Whoa

A hot guy smiled at me

Without a trace of mockery!

[All but veronica]

Everyone's high as a kite

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Veronica]

Stoned. Zoned. I should quit

Hey, is that weed? I want a hit

[All but veronica]

Fill that joint and roll it tight

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Veronica]

Dreams are coming true

When people laugh but not at you!

I'm not alone! I'm not afraid!

I feel like bono at liveaid!

[All]

The house is ours

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

Let's use their showers

That sounds like

Big fun!

Big fun!

Crack open one more case!

[Veronica]

I think that's what they call third base

[All]

Big fun!

Big fun!

Big fun!

[Veronica]

That actually looks like

[All]

Big fun!

Big fun!

Big fun!

[Kurt]

Alright, people, listen up!

What is westerberg gonna do to the razorbacks at Sunday's game?

[Ram]

Gonna make 'em go whee!

Whee! Whee! Whee!

[All]

Big fun!

Big fun!

[Heather duke]

Way to show maturity!

[All]

Big fun!

Big fun!

[Heather duke]

Quit it jackass, get off of me!

[All]

Big fun!

Big fun!

[Veronica]

Yo! Ram! Emergency!

I just saw some freshmen sneaking over the pool fence!

[Ram]

I hate freshmen!

Where are you little pricks?

I'm coming for you!

[Veronica]

Hey, are you okay?

[Heather duke]

I didn't need your help

[Veronica]

Aw, thanks, heather, but I don't really have to vomit right now

[All]

The party's hot, hot, hot

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

[Kurt]

You need a jello shot!

[All]

We're having big fun!

Big fun!

[Heather chandler]

Martha dumptruck, in the flesh

[Heather duke]

Here comes the cootie squad

We should -

[Heather chandler]

Shut up, heather

[Heather duke]

Sorry, heather

[Heather mcnamara]

Look who's with her

Oh, my God!

[All three heathers]

Dang! Dang! Diggety-dang-a-dang!

Dang-dang! Diggety-dang-a-dang!

[Veronica]

I can't believe you actually came

[Martha]

It's exciting, right?

Oh, I want to say hello to ram

I brought sparkling cider

[Heather chandler]

Showing up here took some guts

Time to rip them out

[Heather duke]

Well, who's this pig remind you of?

Especially the snout

[Heather chandler]

Hah!

[All three heathers]

Dang, dang, diggety-dang-a-dang!

Dang, dang, diggety-dang-a-dang!

[Ram]

Where the hell are those freshman?

[Martha]

Hi, ram

I wasn't gonna come, but since you took the time to write that sweet note

[Ram]

What note?

Why d'you gotta be so weird all the time?

People wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal

There's no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

[Kids]

Dang, dang, diggety-dang-a-dang

Dang, dang, diggety-dang-a-dang

Dang, dang, diggety-dang-a-dang

Diggety-dang-a-dang!

The folks are gone

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

We're up till dawn

Having some big fun!

Big fun!

So let the speakers blow

They'll buy another stereo

Our folks got no clue

'Bout all the shit their children do

Why are they surprised?

Whenever we're unsupervised

It's big fun!

Big fun!

Big fun!

Big fun!

Big fun!

Whooo!

Mod: WHY?!?! WHY THE WALL OF FUCKING TEXT?!?!

[guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes]

In My Life

Authors Note:

I got this idea from a fanfiction written on Wattpad by KGL1404 titled The Beatles Short Stories. One of the short stories on there was also titled In My Life, and I thought it would be cute to do a Paul spin on the story, so here it is!

Also, I’m still working on Here Today!

December 8th, 1981

Paul's POV:

I can’t believe it’s already been a year since my best friend, John, died. All of 1981 has felt like a blur. I can still remember hearing the news that John had been shot in New York. I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. In fact, I couldn’t accept it at all. John had been my best mate. Ever since we were teenagers, we had written songs together until The Beatles had broken up. And then some nut case had to go and blow all of those memories away.

Just thinking about all of this brought tears to my eyes. I collapsed back into my pillow on my bed and began sobbing. I pulled the covers over my head and cried harder into my pillow.

I know it feels silly for me, a grown man with a wife and children, to be crying like a child. But I just can’t contain it. And afterall, why shouldn’t I cry? The kids are all at school, and Linda’s seen me at both my best and worst. Nobody is here to judge me, nobody needs me to stay strong at this very moment.

“Why’d you have to go, John?”

…

Suddenly, I wasn’t crying anymore. In fact, I wasn’t even in bed anymore. I was standing in a small backyard. The air was hot and I felt very warm in my flannel pajamas. Suddenly I saw a small boy run outside a back door attached to a house dragging a smaller lad by his hand. I realized, quite shocked, that boy was me dragging my little brother mike!

“Paul?” I called out, feeling rather strange that I was calling to myself.

But he, or rather, I, didn’t hear me yelling. Instead, he kept dragging Mike.

“Paul?” I tried again. I ran to him and grabbed his shoulder, but he didn’t even notice that. I realized that he couldn’t see or hear or feel me at all. I felt like Scrooge when he saw his past self by the ghost of Christmas past.

“Come on Mike!” My younger self called to Mike. I looked to what he was pointing at, and realized that it was a lime pool that had filled with water. My eyes widened to realize what was about to happen when my younger self began to move a large wooden plank across the pool.

When Mike and I were lads, a lime pool near our house had filled with water from a rainstorm. The first thing dad told us when we made our little discovery, was to not go anywhere near it. So of course, when mum went to work and dad went to the shops, Mike and I made it to go exploring. But our exploration didn’t go as planned when…

Whoosh!

My younger self and Mike fell off the plank we were walking across and fell into the lime pit. Without thinking, I ran to their aid and grabbed ahold of their hands, but then remembered that they didn’t know I was there and my attempt to help would be useless. The two began to paddle like dogs until Mike grabbed the side of the pool and tried to grab young me as well, but my younger self couldn’t reach him. After enough crying out however, I soon saw a figure running to their aid, my dad!

Shocked to see my dad alive and well again, I almost said something, but he yelled before I could say anything, “Paul and Mike McCartney! How many times did I tell you boys not to go near that lime pit, and you still did?”

I watched as my dad dragged us two wet lads out of the pool and into the house to give us, as I remembered it, the spanking of a lifetime. I tried to run after them, but dad closed the back door before I could reach it.

Now I wasn’t even in the old backyard anymore. I was back in my old room. It took me a moment to get familiar with my new surroundings, but when I did, I smiled to myself at how everything was as I remembered it. My bookshelf filled with all of my old favorite books, my small bed with the bedsheets just as I remembered them. And my guitar was sitting in the corner of my room. I walked over to it and rubbed the strings with my finger tips. It's still just as I remembered it.

I smiled to myself and stretched out onto the bed, breathing in the scent. But I was brought out of my trance just a moment later when my door flung open and I saw my younger self again. Only I wasn't a little boy anymore. Now I look at how I was when I was fourteen. I sat up and on the edge of the bed and chuckled at myself. I used to be quite fat, to the point that Mike used to call me “fatty”.

My younger self closed the bedroom door quietly and stood against it, shaking and white as a sheet. I was confused for a moment, until I read the calendar on my wall. It was October 1956. The month mum died.

I watched as my younger self ran to the bed and climbed into it, hiding his face into his pillow and beginning to cry, just like I had this morning back home. My younger self pulled the blankets over himself and whispered, “Why’d you have to go, Mum? Why?”

Without even giving it a second thought, I put my hand on my younger self's back and began to rub it. I knew well enough that he couldn’t feel it, but I couldn’t help but hurt for the poor lad who’d just lost his mum.

He turned his head to the side of his pillow, tears streaking his chubby cheeks. Again, I went to give some comfort and attempted to wipe his cheeks, but then remembered that it wouldn’t do anything.

I watched as the little lad cried himself to sleep. I watched him for a moment, then, feeling a bit embarrassed by the gesture, kissed the top of his head gently.

Closing my eyes to do so, when I opened them again, I was in a completely different place.

Now it looked like a church hall. What does this have to do with anything?

“I saw your performance, you were pretty good.” I heard someone say, but I didn’t see anyone around. I turned around, but didn’t see anyone. I looked in the same corner I could have sworn I looked in before, and saw none other, but John Lennon!

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? Now what do you want?” He asked my now fifteen year old self.

“John! John, it's me! It’s Paul!” I yelled.

“Well I thought you may have sounded a bit out of tune. Can I see your guitar for a moment?” They continued, not even seeing me.

“John!” I tried again, but the figures ignored me again as my young self began to tune John’s guitar. After that, he played Seven Flight Rock for John, which as I remembered, was the most nerve-racking I’d ever felt. My younger self looked up at John for a response, but the strangest thing happened. Suddenly, everything seemed to pause. John and I were not moving, his old bandmates weren’t moving, everything looked like statues in a wax museum.

“John? Are you alright?” I called, panic beginning to set in, thinking I’d never get out of this bizarre cycle of memories.

“John? Can you hear me? John!”

Tears were starting to fall down my cheeks and I tried to run to me and John, but no matter how fast I moved my legs, they kept moving away from me, like tunnel vision.

“No! John!” I cried as vision turned to black. I fell down to the ground and curled into myself.

“John, please don’t leave me again!” I sobbed, “Please!”

The ground I was laying on now felt different. It felt like grass. And the air felt warm. The surroundings didn’t affect my sobbing at all though. Not until I felt a warm hand rubbing my back and I heard someone talking to me.

“Paul?”

“Go away!” I cried, not wanting to be bothered or embarrassed more than I already was.

“Hate to break it to you lad, but I don’t think you’re gonna be wanting me to leave ya right now.”

“W-what?” I asked.

Someone was trying to pick me up now. I felt I was leaning against someone. There was a warm breeze blowing against my cheeks and someone was rubbing my back and petting my hair. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times until my vision returned to normal.

“Alive are ya lad?” I heard someone laugh with a bit of wit.

I looked up to see none other than John Winston Lennon there. He looked the way he did in ‘74. Long curly hair, round glasses, and all!

“John!” I said in surprise.

“That’s my name!” He smiled cheekily. “Nice to know you haven't completely lost it yet, Macca!”

I looked at my surroundings. We looked like we were sitting in a field somewhere. The grass was the greenest I had ever seen and the sky was a clear blue with the sun beginning to set in the distance.

“Am I dead?” I asked him, as he began to wipe my tears clumsily in a very John-like manner.

“Well, maybe I spoke too soon.” He grinned again.

“What?” I asked, actually beginning to think I had died and this was Heaven or maybe some inbetween place.

“No, you’re not dead. Nice to know my little Paulie hasn’t changed too much!” He said.

“So, what is this?” I asked, sitting up a bit more so I wasn’t entirely leaning against John, but he still was keeping an arm around my back, helping me feel still in touch with reality.

“I’m not really sure. You’re still back home asleep in bed, but you’re also here.” He smirked.

“So I’m dreaming?” I asked.

“You could say that.” He said, “All of this is real, but there’s still nothing to get hung about.”

I chuckled at that. He was still cheeky John.

“John, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Paul.” He smiled.

“I’m sorry I never got to tell you how much you meant to me. I’m sorry for everytime we fought, I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye, I’m sorry you died!” I said, trying to hold down the tears.

“Hey,” He said with a smile, “You didn’t know! You can’t be sorry for something like that!”

“But I never got to tell you how much you meant to me!” I said, “John, you’re my best mate. I never told you how special those times writing with you were. They were some of my best memories. I love you so much!”

John pulled me into a tight hug. “I love you too, Paul!”

John held me against him and stroked my back and played with my hair for a while. The sun setting in the distance was now going completely down as I began to get very sleepy.

“Go to sleep Paul. We’ll meet again someday.”

…

“Paul?”

I opened my eyes to find myself lying in my own bed back home again. I looked out the window near the bed to see the sun was almost completely down. Just like in the dream. Yes! That’s right! I had a dream that I saw myself and John again!

“Paul?” I heard a soft feminine voice ask. I looked up to see Linda was sitting with me again. She was holding my hand and stroking my hair.

“Linda? I asked, sitting up in bed.

“Yes Paul, it’s me. Do you feel ok? You slept completely through the day.” She said,

I threw my arms around her and hugged her.

“Oh Linda, I love you so much!” I cried, probably taking her by surprise.

“Paul, are you alright?” She tried again.

“Linda, I had the most wonderful dream! I saw John again! I was able to hug him again and tell him how much I love him!”

“Oh, Paul, I’m so glad.” She smiled.

The two of us held each other for maybe three more minutes. I never felt so good in my life. John was safe. And I had been able to tell him how much I loved him. I knew I would never stop missing him, but a huge weight of grief had just been lifted from my shoulders. And that would be enough for now.

[mightbelola]

The Day Lola Fell in Love

… with tea.

I just fell in love with tea 🫖

This is very shocking to me. I think I might have a proper celebration.

It is sitting on this couch, typing 54 words per minute because my mind is too slow at producing words about the day I fell in love with tea. Random, I know.

A love story starts. A lady was thirsty. She hadn't eaten all day, same as her old husband. She wondered why the heat of the day made her more thirsty than hungry. She wasn't that smart you know, so what people call "Science" today didn't really make sense to her. oh, but she had a marvellous ambition. She wanted to be a nurse.

Okay, we're getting ahead of ourselves here.

Anyway, she felt like iced lemon tea because it reminded her of someone. She was making some iced lemon tea to have with while preparing dinner in her small kitchen. Her cats were rolling and licking themselves around her feet. She took a bag of Lemon and Lime twist from Ahmad Tea, it started brewing. The lady checked the refrigerator and confirmed they indeed possess ice from last first friends-over, some fortnights ago. She cut a couple slices of lemon, sliced half a lime and dunked it in there. She slowly poured the cold tea from a wet tea pot into two tiny tea cups... well you know how it works. Finally, she drank it.

She couldn't believe what she was feeling. She had never felt that way about tea. It's sweet. but not, really. The sliced lime and lemon gives it a sour kick. It was strong, but gentle. She rubbed her eyes and nose because it's so good she could actually cry.

She genuinely, undoubtedly, with full certainty, loved the tea. She said in a great excitement, "I love it. It made me feel good. And I.... I made it, with my bare hands... out of my magic bare hands. It's me, world. I'm the one, I'm special, I finally for the love of God, created something good, something great, something real…something great... I'm a witch. I'm kidding."

When things had just started to be good, her dear brain decided to question things. "Am I in love? I like tea? or I love tea? Big difference. Think big, girl." She started pacing calmly around the room with the cup tightly held in her hand. "It's poison, isn't it?" she continues, "or is it another magic potion?"

"I'd say it's a magic potion, Lola. Magic potions are always delicious, aren't they? They give you what you need." Her partner shared his thought.

"So is poison."

She kept thinking of reasons why it was so good but nevertheless, she already claimed it to be her favorite drink. She thought this tea could actually replace coffee. And that to her was so, so crazy.

"Is it a curse or a blessing? I mean, look, I used to think tea is uncool, tea is for old people, I still do, and you know how I feel about being old, and creepy."

She continued what then became a eulogy, "Coffee made me feel strong, but without it I was weak. Coffee is bad for me you know, even though I love it to my death, I had to quit. Although, I do miss the warm, dark, bitter taste in the brisk of a morning. A good friend, thy thee, I bid farewell."

"Farewell."

She knew that life was full of surprises, and sometimes the smallest things could bring the greatest joy. She raised her cup of tea in a silent toast, grateful for this simple pleasure that had filled her heart with happiness, and apparently her bladder too, because it's just too much tea.

So, tea... what are you? Are you poison? or are you just what I need?

[motownfiction]

cottonwood

Daniel drives Rosemary home from a birthday party on a Saturday night. One of her friends at school celebrated her thirteenth birthday at a roller rink. As he and Rose back out of the parking lot, Daniel chuckles and says he can’t think of anything more eighties than a birthday party at a roller rink. Rosemary rolls her eyes.

“It’s not ‘eighties,’ Daddy,” she says. “It’s just roller skating. Not everything belongs to the eighties. You know that, right?”

Daniel laughs a little harder.

“Yeah, yeah, I know that,” he says. “Hey, Little Miss Y2K. Why don’t you hook up that iPod I got you for Christmas to the cord I got in here?”

“Daddy! No!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s my music! Don’t you think music should be private?”

“I think if music was private, we wouldn’t have anything fun to do.”

Rosemary sighs. They come to a stop light, and Daniel tightens his grip around the steering wheel. He looks toward the sky through the windshield, just a little bit.

I know, he thinks. I know what I sound like. I know who I sound like, too.

“I don’t want you to make fun of the songs I like,” Rosemary says as she sheepishly takes her lime green iPod out of her purse.

“What?” Daniel says. “Rose. I’d never make fun of you. You know that, right?”

“I guess.”

“Where’d you get an idea like that? Who’s making fun of you?”

“Well, when we had to see Uncle Charlie at Christmas, he asked me what my favorite song was. I told him it was ‘Perfect Situation.’ He told me to listen to Buddy Holly.”

“The song or the guy?”

“There’s a song?”

“Mmm-hmm. Weezer. Same band as ‘Perfect Situation.’”

Rosemary throws her hands against her face, a perfect homage to Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone. Daniel smiles as the light turns green.

“Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing I kinda liked all that old stuff,” she says. “‘Peggy Sue’ and all that. It’s not bad.”

“No, it’s not,” Daniel says. “Are you gonna stop stalling and play me a song from your iPod?”

Rosemary groans but hooks up the iPod to the car, anyway.

“Fine,” she says. “This is a song I’ve been listening to a lot lately. Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’ll never make fun of you.”

Rosemary looks at him like she believes him … looks at him with eyes that look so much like his own. If Daniel wasn’t behind the wheel of this car, he might just cry looking at her.

The song begins. Some ethereal sound, the kind that teenagers seem to be really into these days. It doesn’t sound bad. Just nothing like the music he grew up with.

Good, he thinks. It doesn’t need to be like then.

He hears Rosemary lightly singing along with the lyrics.

Will you say to them when I’m gone / “I loved your son for his sturdy arms?”

Daniel lets out a long breath. He knew he’d been holding it. Just didn’t know how strange it would feel to let it go. He looks at Rosemary out of the corner of his eye. She doesn’t seem to hear what he’s thinking. Daniel almost can’t believe it. Almost six whole years since they buried Sam, and it’s like the kids barely think about him anymore. Daniel exhales again. Are they lucky not to be thinking of him all the time? Or are they selfish? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know, but before he can catch up with himself, he’s laughing.

“What’s the matter?” Rosemary asks. “You’re laughing like the Joker.”

“No, I’m not,” Daniel says. “This is just making me think of Cottonwood.”

“What’s Cottonwood?”

“Cottonwood is the place your Uncle Sam and I made up when we were … oh, a little older than you. Fifteen, I think. It’s the place we said we were going to go when it got too cold and too boring around here, back at home.”

“I thought that was Beech Grove.”

“Ah, no. That’s the place your mom and Lucy made up. They told us we weren’t allowed there. So Sam and I made our own place, and we called it Cottonwood.”

“What about Will?”

“Will was allowed in Beech Grove with the girls. Lucky bastard. Anyway, we had all these ideas for what Cottonwood was going to be like and look like … and then we found out it was just this boring city in Arizona. So kind of like Beech Grove in Indiana.”

“Yeah. Seems like it.”

They drive in almost silence with the song in between them. It sounds almost nice. Like nothing Daniel’s really used to hearing. He asks Rosemary where she heard the song, and she blushes an awkward shade of pink before she says she can’t remember. Daniel, then, takes it to mean the unspoken truth: She must have heard it in one of those videos that makes Lilly and Oliver from Hannah Montana seem like they’re a couple. He doesn’t say anything. Just smiles.

If Sam were here, poor Rose wouldn’t have to get her musical recommendations from Hannah Montana fans on the Internet. He’d teach her and the boys about micro-genres he made up, just like he did for Elenore when she was young. But he’s not here. He’s not here because he’s dead; because stupid Charlie, who makes fun of Rosemary’s musical taste in the middle of Christmas, couldn’t be bothered to get a license or remember to bring the kids’ presents to the party. And now, Daniel’s left to pick up all the pieces … to figure out where Sam would have started.

The song ends, and Daniel turns the radio back on.

“What are you doing?” Rosemary asks.

“I’m gonna teach you the first thing about Cottonwood,” Daniel says. “It has a very specific soundtrack, and you really have to listen for it.”

Rosemary grins. And in that grin, Daniel sees that Sam’s still there. That he’s still there, too.

It’s a good feeling, he thinks, to know you’re not going anywhere. It’s a good feeling to know that you live in the gleam of your daughter’s eye.

(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day xxv! another busy day, another day where i’m behind)

[alexisimp05]

[THE OWL HOUSE]

I'm not really active here haha sorry-

This is a one-shot I wrote like 2 weeks ago , it takes place right after Hollow Mind

Ofc it's about hunter , what do u expect??

Anyway, have fun! <3

(If anyone's interested , I also posted this on wattpad and I would really appreciate if u left a vote/comment on it <3

Wattpad link: )

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Prompts I used for this one-shot:

"Is anybody out there?" 

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"I've got nowhere else to go" 

Info before we get to start:

! This one-shot contains heavy Spoilers for The Owl House season 2b episode 16 'Hollows Mind' !

TW: Panic attack

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Hunter's point of view.

"Now Eda, now!" Luz jumped down onto the floor to grab her talking device. Half panicking I followed her and went onto her level, noticing that my uncle prepared another attack. As much as I didn't want to believe it, our main focus for now should be staying alive.  I lifted an arm over the human, not knowing what would happen for the next seconds.

The Owl Lady's voice came from Luz's talking device, whatever it is called. She was counting down and then- light appeared and before I could blink, we were both back at the owl house.

Not even a second after we appeared there, Flapjack came to my side and chirped at me.

My mind now fully snapped  back to reality. We were at the owl house. Out of Belos's mind.

We were in his mind, in his head. We saw his memories. How he... betrayed the people.

We saw it- I saw it. He knows we seen it.

Another wave of panic went through me. 

"He- he knows we were in there!" I tried to collect my thoughts but to no use. Everything kept rushing in and out, i couldn't get anything right. My lungs tightened and it felt as if i was drowning. 

If I'd go back he'd- but he wouldn't , right? He wouldn't kill me right? He- He's my Uncle after all... right? We're family, he wouldn't. Like yeah , I got a couple of scars because of Belos, but he'd never hurt me. I know he never wanted to do it, it was just his curse. I mean, there were a few times where he did it on purpose but- but he had a reason. He- he must've had a reason to do it. He wouldn't kill me, right?

"Out of all the Grimwalkers, you looked the most like him."

Out of all , there were more. There were more like- like me? Belos he... he killed them. It wasn't wild magic. It was Belos. He killed them, he killed our Family. 

My gaze fell on the Owl Lady, on the covenless witch, a wild witch.

"Kid, you need to breath." Her words sounded far away, like there was something covering my ears. I just couldn't- Her hand reached out to me, immediately I got up and went a step back.

Take the hand away, don't touch me.

Something brushed against my arm and I flinched. Immediately I looked down on myself. My cape. The cape of the Golden Guard. It was hugging me, suffocating me in its hold, reminding me of my position I just lost. I can't keep it , I don't want it anymore. I'm not like Belos, not like any previous Golden Guard. Darius was right, I didn't deserve it.

As fast as possible I striped it over my head and threw it on the floor were it stayed still.

My gaze was locked on it for another few seconds. All the things I ever did for Belos and I never even thought about what I was doing. As long as Belos told me to do something, I did it, cause that's what the Golden Guard does.

Realisation hit me once again. He's gonna kill me , he's gonna replace me. Belos doesn't need me anymore.

"I- I can't go back.", came out of my mouth with a short, heavy breath. If I went back, he'd definitely kill me this time.

He didn't hesitate to do so in his mind. There was no sign of guilt or sorry in his face. There was nothing like that. Just Belos.

But I also couldn't stay here. 

Belos knew I was with the- with Luz. The owl house would be the first place where he would look for me and then not just I were in danger but Luz and her friends as well and that'd be all my fault.

I needed to get out there. Now.

I had no place to go but also no place to stay. I just lost it all within one single day.

As fast as I could, I swung the door open and ran for my life. Where? I didn't know, I just needed to get away. I couldn't go back to Belos, not even the emporers coven but I also couldn't return to the owl house.

Luz and her friends might see me as an enemy since I'm the Golden Guard - or used to be him - and that's another reason for me to run. Who says that I can trust them?

I ran and ran and- bumped into someone. My head snapped up to look at the person and I immediately felt the color from my face fading.  How much time had passed since we got out of Belos's mind? How long were we in there?

Darius stood before me, headwitch of the abomination coven. He's a covenhead and all the covenheads work for Belos.

"Hunter??" Surprise was written all over his face and he grabbed me by my shoulder to prevent me from running away , again. "What happened?" 

Now two other persons came to his side. I could tell who was who before they took of their hoods. Raine Whispers and Eberwolf. Again, both of them were covenheads as well. 

Belos must have sent them to capture me. Of course, that's the only explanation why they were here in the first place! But that means- if they capture me , they'll bring me back to the castle, back to Belos.

"Kid, what is wrong?", asked Raine this time. They were obviously worried but what if that was just a mask? A mask to gain my trust and drag me back to the castle.

No. I couldn't trust them. Covenheads betray each other all the time, there's no doubt they'd also betray me if they ever get the chance to do so and right now was the perfect time to do it.

I opened but kept closing my mouth after realising that I still was completely unable to even say a word without hiccuping and wringing for air. 

Flapjack, who has been flying after me all the time now landed on my shoulder and picked at Darius hand.

"Ouch! Stupid bird.", he mumbled and let go of me but  not a second later proceeded to lay an arm around me. 

"No!" Out of reflex I pushed him away. My whole body was shaking, my breathing was uneven and I was alone while they were a group of three, they were no match for me, I would completely lose.

"Hunter please, what is wrong?", asked Darius again. I couldn't tell him anything, I can't even trust him or anyone else. They all work for Belos! I can't stay with them, I can't tell them. I can't trust a single one of them.

"We're not gonna-", Darius meant to say something but I managed to escape by running, again.

I kept running for a while and when it seemed like they didn't follow me, I stopped my sprint and leant against a tree to breath, if I was even able to do that. 

I had nowhere to go but also nowhere to stay. I couldn't go back to the castle, Belos is gonna kill me. Good I just pushed a covenhead! I'm so dead. I cant go back to the owl house, the emporers coven would look for me there first and they all see me as their enemy. Should I just stay in the woods? But what would I do all day? What if I still get found somehow?

All my stuff was still in the castle.

I had nothing. All my books, all my notes, they were all in my room at the castle and that was the last place I could return to right now. 

Flapjack now sat on top of my arm, looking innocently as always at me.

"So... you're st-stuck with me...all the time?", I brought out between short, shaky breaths.  They jumped onto my head and then flew away.

So even my palisman is leaving me , great.

My legs gave up and I sunk onto the floor. I lost everything I've ever had.

My position as the Golden Guard, the Emporer's left hand.

My family. My stuff, my bed, my home.

And now my Palisman, the last thing I had.

I was nowhere safe, my life would be an endless game of hide and seek, tag and catch.

This was the end.

I broke down. Tears, which were making my eyes all glossy, which I thought I got rid of, now streamed all over my face. My hands were shaking without control, I couldn't stop it. It felt like my heart would jump out of my chest every second. It was horrible, but i couldn't keep it in.

We went into Belos mind, saw things we shouldn't have seen , he tried to kill me. My uncle, the only family I had left, tried to kill me. God is he even my uncle? Is that true?  Or was that just another thing he said to keep me on his leash? Can I believe any of his words? How do I know from all the things he told me what's a lie and what's a truth?

I can't. I can't belive in anything anymore. And what am I even? He- he said something like Grimwalker , but what is that? What am I? Am I real?

My thoughts wouldn't shut up for just a second so I sat there , on the cold floor of the forest, curling up into a ball, as small as I could be.

"Is anybody out there?" A voice called, not to far away from me.

I immediately clapped a hand over my mouth to prevent any noise to come out. Is this gonna be my end? They find me and I'll get dragged back to the castle? Just for Belos to kill me?

I pressed both of my hands over my mouth and tried to get enough air through my nose, which wasn't exactly working.

A bird chirped- not just some bird, Flapjack. Are they gonna betray me? Stab me in the back to be free? Well I wouldn't blame them...

"Hey aren't you...?", the voice said, but didn't end their sentence. Instead I heard footsteps coming towards me. Out of fear I hugged my knees and laid my head between my arms, just waiting to get knocked over.

But it didn't happen.

"Hunter...?", I heard the voice now, better and clear. It was a female voice. And... it sounded familiar.  "Are you okay..?"

Slowly and scared I raised my head a bit to see from who this voice was coming.

"Ca-captain?", I gasped quiet in surprise. I had expected everyone but not a student from Hexide.

"It's Willow.", she introduced herself again and sat down across from me. "What are you doing here? It's late. Did something happen?"

I stayed mute for a few seconds. Could I tell her? She's a friend of Luz, but she was friendly towards me when I was disguised as a student at Hexside and we also text sometimes over Penstagram. Can I trust her?

"It's alright if you don't want to say it yet. But you should really go home, do you know how late it is?" Captain Willow asked  but stood up again.

Her head tilted towards me. I tried to avoid her gaze. "Is there maybe something I can do for you?"

I sligthly shook my head and she let out a sigh. "Then I guess, I just stay here.", She said and walked a few steps away.

"W-wait!" I whisper shouted, unable to speak any louder and desperately looked at her. Maybe , just maybe , she'd be able to help me. "I- I've got nowhere else to go... I might have seen things... that I shouldn't have seen. There's no way that I can go back home."

She furrowed her eyebrows in concern and looked down at me. "Is it that bad?"

Finding out Belos used me all the time, he wouldn't hesitate to kill me at any second, there used to be other Golden Guards before me, and discovering that the Emporer over the boiling isles is not doing anything good at all? Could be worse, or am I wrong?

Aboslutely-

I gulped before silently nodding at her question. "Please... I-i can't go back there."

"It's okay Hunter." She now sat down again and looked directly at me. Her legs were crossed and her hands rested on her knees. Her gaze held something in it.... I couldn't describe it, I hadn't seen it before. "But you need to calm down. Try to breath slowly in and out."

Flapjack now appeared on my shoulder again and nudged his head on my cheek. I anxiously bit my lip and gave a week smile to my palisman.

I changed my position in which I was sitting and crossed my legs like Willow did. With shaking shoulders, I breathed slowly in, held it for a few seconds and then breathed out again. I repeated this for about a minute until I could at least breath normal and steady again.

"Better?" Willow asked in a soft tone. I nodded like I did previously.  "So, what are you gonna do? Can you go somewhere else?"

My head sunk and I looked at my hands which were fidgeting. "I- I don't know... I can't go back home, but I also don't have anyplace to go to..."

"Then what if we go to my place for now? At least you had a place to stay for the night and wouldn't need to spend it in the woods." She suggested. A small smile was on her face.

"What?", I asked in disbelief.

"I'm sure my dads would be okay with it as soon as I explain it to them." She reassured her suggestion and took a step towards me.

I took a deep breath before looking at the girl. "Okay." Slowly, with caution I stood up. I was still shaking but less than a few minutes ago.

"This way. " Willow lead me through the forest, onto a small path until we entered a tiny village.

I wanted to ask what she was doing out there, but I kept the question to myself.

"This is where I live." The girl opened the door, made sure that I entered as well, and closed the door again.

"Daaad, I'm hooome." She called through the house and a older men appeared from another room.

I began to auxiously fidget with my hands, my eyes were looking through the whole room until I locked my gaze at the floor.

"Welcome home. ...Who's your friend?", her dad asked and glanced surprised at me.

God, what did he think- it was already late evening and his daugther brings home a boy, not to mention someone who's believed to be the Golden Guard. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe I should go back to the woods. What if he doesn't allow me to stay and kicks me out? What if I'm not wanted here?

"Dad, could we please talk?" Willow asked her dad. Her worry was clear to be heard from her voice.

The man took a deep breath before he talked to us. "Get in the kitchen kids. I'll make tea."

My friend sent me a smile and went into another room, I simply followed her, but she once again turned around to me and asked me: "Could you wait for a quick Second? I'll explain it to him. "

I nodded and stayed at what seemed to be the livingroom.

On every hall hung framed photos, most of them were about Willow. Some of them were her with her family on a trip or vacation.

Muffled voices came trough the closed door, but I didn't want to spy on them.

Then the door opened.

Willow came out.

"lt's alright now. You can come in."

We sat down at the table while her father was setting up the water to boil.

"So what's your name?", he asked in a serious tone.

"I-it's Hunter.", I stuttered out and kept my eyes to the table.

"Hunter, You got kicked out, is that right?", he kept asking but it's not like I would have stopped him anyway. Two cups with tea were placed in front of us, before I could have thought about my answer.

Got I kicked out? Wasn't it more like I can't return? So l basically ran away- wouldn't be the first time for today. Halfway panicking I looked at Willow who gave me a weak thumps up. I anxiously bit my lip, like I did so often this evening.

"Y-yes." I answered her father.

"Alright. It must have been a long day for you kid." Now he looked at his daughter. "Take care of your friend and don't stay up too long." He putted his hand on Willows head for whatever reason???? and left the kitchen.

"What now?", I asked Willow and looked scared at her. What am I gonna do from now on? I can't return to how it used to be.

"Well, we could grab some snacks and go to my room. ", she said and stood up just to walk to the kitchen counter and open a drawer .

"What?" I breathed out, unable to take her serious. How is that gonna help me?

"You should get some rest Hunter so there's no use to do anything right now.", she started to explain while she collected some sort of food bags on the table, but that didn't eraese a upcoming wave of anxiety.

"They're gonna look for me, what if they find me? Not just me would be in danger but also you for letting me stay here! Captain Willow, I can't let this happen!" I lashed out and every scenario that could possibly happen played in my thoughts like it was some sort of recorded movie.

Willow no ignored the so called snacks for a second and shifted her attention to me. She walked around the table until she was standing right next to the chair on which I was sitting. Just when I thought Iran out of tears, my eyes were tearing up again.

"Hunter, listen." She laid a hand on my shoulder which made me flinch immediately. "My dads both know magic better than I do and I know how to use it aswell. I don't know what exactly happened to you, but I am willing to listen when you want to talk about it. You're safe here. You're gonna be okay."

"W-Why are you... so nice to me?" I brought out between many sobs.

"Cause we're friends Hunter." She smiled at me.

Tears streamed down my face as I put my hands over it. How did I deserve this? How?

"Come on, I show you where you're gonna sleep." She patted my shoulder again and waited for me to stand up. With a weak smile, I nodded and followed her out of the kitchen.

Extra:

Hunter pushed Darius away and ran, again.

The covenhead looked after the hurt kid and wanted to follow him , but Raine laid a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "It's better if we give him space for now. Whatever he saw, it must've been rough for a kid like him."

"It was his uncle's mind, after all.", came from Eberwolf, who had been in the background.

"But what if something happens to him? Raine, I can't just leave him on his own when he looks that traumatized! He's a kid!" Darius whisper shouted at the bard. Getting the attention from someone from the owl house was the last thing he'd wanted at that moment.

"I follow him.", declared the head of the abomination coven after a minute of silence.

"Darius-", Raine tried to hold him back but to no use.

"Raine, no. I'm not gonna let him end like the previous Golden Guard!"

With that, Darius ran off. Raine and Eberwolf stood there, watching him dissapear between the trees suroinding them.

The witch had no clue where the blonde boy had went , so he followed his gut feeling.

After a while he might have found Hunter.

He was sitting on the floor, crying. His palismen was nowhere to be seen. He had a full blown panic attack and it didn't seemed like it was gonna end soon if he stayed like this.

Darius wanted to call for him, to reach out to the boy, but someone was faster.

A girl now walked towards Hunter and she talked to him.

But it wasn't just a girl - it was the Hexide student. A friend.

Darius felt bad for listening to them - for spying on them - but he had to make sure that the kid was in right hands.

After a few minutes he released a relieved sigh. Hunter had calmed down a bit and went with his friend, which also calmed Darius nerves.

With a clear mind now , the covenhead made his way back to his own friends.

[daydreaming-memories]

For the worldbuilding ask game

Everything edible

Cocoa, Chocolate, Walnut, Almond, Coffee, Caramel, Cinnamon, Gingerbread, and Syrup

okay I'm adding this to the pinned post but please do a max of 3 questions or ask meme questions in one ask, but for my own sanity we're only going to answer

Cocoa, some Walnut/Almond, and Caramel.

COCOA=

To be continued TBC

Cocoa- Personal accounts 0

Moon- These are just mine from various time frames

First off the classic of a mixed berry soup in an edible bowl, don't worry it doesn't get soggy!

A piece of toast with a bit of dust, though it's hard to come by any, comes from my angsty age

Berry grubs, hard to come across but have a nice crunch and juice. This was like depression food.

Scribble shrooms, a distant relevative of a different one most objects cannot stand being near these.

But nowadays I tend to drink a mixture of various items, though you humans probably couldn't survive a drop.

Amber- This is more so the closest I can get to my home, but..

A kebab of 3 different berries, a glareberry at the bottom with some sap from the gilded crisp tree covering it. Then a more hard to come across whispermare berry, with some sugar crystals with just a few drops of diluted flaming nightmare escense. Then the top a Gloseberry with some of the outer coating of a shefur apple pear.

Then also a pastry that resembles meat, though it infact does have a more meaty taste compared to most pastries

Chronic_Glasses-

I'd rather not go into too much detail, but.. A red drink and Green toast with some sugar.

Proke-Boso-

It's not from my home I don't believe but a hot pot soup. Uses some green liquid and various fruits though you can't usually see the fruits until you bite into one.

Also heart shaped eggs, and a tail from a.. Uhhh.. Forget what they call em but they're chicken raptor dinosuar bird things.

Trevor-

It's a cake I got from a place that kid that just kinda fell outta nowhere took me to, along with a purple liquid which is very hot and like spicey but that thing sure kicks the sickness outta ya!

Cheezed-

Those aren't eyes, I've been concerned in the past but they're actually the unfertizliated eggs of Qulifths think they're called. Has some sea grapes, and a lime.

Good old markus pointed out the sea grapes He's from [REMOVED_3002] so of course he'd know about that, but the crystals are just made with some sugar and various fruits.

There's also a sort of ice cream or parfait in the middle, Phro-bee was always better at that.. God I miss him.

And then there's some bread that has unique fossil-like markings.

Flavors are so weird all together but actually work together harmoniously!

Gear-

I either just outright eat a false starburst solarflower, use some dried ones to make a nice tea or just pop the seeds into popcorn

Follie-

The drink is what I've jokingly nicknamed the chaos conduction, you mix a bit of darkness, corruptin, histromaniac and pink crystal in a blender you get this mess of a drink. You never know how this will taste, though it's usually whatever you crave.

But for the main dish it's just some ramen with some shrimps from a unique place, some hotdog and some rice as well.

Dereck-

The drink is just a special watermelon coffee I make for myself, wouldn't try it yourself human but I'm not gonna stop you if you do try I make that shit super strong.

Then I also like to eat some sushi, that's just a Flutrimp it's just what I could fish nearby.

Brass-

I usually just eat either like some dwarf shefur apple pears, or a hybrid fruit made by those fruits and some from the region that toxins, and slaws usually hang around. Uhh Follie I believe found out that some of his species ancestors used to inhabit that land.

Still sad he hasn't really been able to figure out their exact origin, but not my buisness.

If I'm really feeling up to it I just make a sort of fruit soup with the above.

Eran-

I just make "WHATEVER I GOT" soup, like if it kills me in 3 days? I don't care!

Clip-

Now that I'm not.. Like stuck in that place.. I tend to get a cold fruity drink with plenty of fruits, Cuz I do like the cold.. Not jsut like WELL i don't have to spell it out to ya.

Wren-

Some ham from berrams, which are like if you mixed a pig, goat and fruits. Which I put some fruit with it.

Then I'll usually make like sandwhiches or sliders with the meat.

Axis-

Grilled cheese with either ham or bacon, Tomato soup and hot chocolate.

WALNUT/ALMOND =

To be continued TBC

W-Tattoos depends on object, but more common

A-Rarely exist

Daycosm 3

W-Very common, good chunk of major paras do have at least one tattoo (Crow, Gane, ect)

A-Few major paras do have piercings (Gane)

Into the flip pit

W-Excluding self inserts, and uknow who from dsaf bcs its'.. not a family friendly reference. Dave does get some tattoos on his arms

A-Dave has a tongue ring

CARAMEL =

No not every para doesn't have the same accent though like I cannot describe my paras accents or voices fully correctly sadly.

Though to the person who asked this feel free to send another ask that has the ones we didn't cover (chocolate, coffee, cinnamon, gingerbread and syrup),

Fyi for syrup and gingerbread you both may wanna put them on their own as they are likely to take a few days to write each on their own

[prismanga]

one piece chapter 42! i am emotionally invested! help me!

don't like the taste of a little clownmeat, eh?

so now we're officially out on the sea! and

it looks bad!

hehe. love these guys

ngl thats pretty based usopp. rare usopp w

AIRHORNS AIRHORNS AIRHORNS AIRHORNS

so everyone flops over for a second to relax besides luffy, of course, because he needs to do something silly or he'll immediately die.

KABEWM

ok... i guess that settles that

oh boy, i know what theyre alluding towards! exciting! except

i think we *should* have a musician.

uh... unsure if this is a choice the editors made or if the original japanese did say something to this effect...

side note i have as of the moment because this has been on my mind anyway: i just discovered in the icarly episode where they go to japan, they have two actors play japanese people who, long story short, neither of them speak japanese, and the dialogue they have in the language is not only very clearly generated by 2007's google translate, but rather than use the word "baka" ("idiot") one of the characters calls the other what is basically the japanese version of the r slur, and in fact that episode can't air in japan uncensored for this reason. isn't that some shit?

anyway.

oh fuck dude, tommy braces-and-headgear is gonna absolutely wreck our shit with his very comically oversized and stupidly shaped knife!

he has the kanji for "ocean" covering half of his face... okay, that's a choice

partner?

like...?

like partner partner, or...?

is this one of your buddies from the gay bar on homosexual island?

anyway, headgear mcOceanface explains that his buddy yosaku is sick and so he let him relax on top of a big rock.

you know. the one we just fired at?

didn't you just threaten to kill us? i don't think you actually believe what you're saying, bro.

anyway, time for nami to be the only competent one here.

WOAH, THIS IS SO PIRATECORE

SCURVY!!!

so nami explains how scurvy works, and apparently in-universe this is also regarded as what should be common knowledge to anybody who wants to be a pirate

aaaand yosaku is instantly healed all thanks to some limes, so, we've only got some mild basis in realism here, don't worry. lol

oh my god, dad, put some damn pants on, my friends are over! you're embarrassing meeeeee!!!

shit, just kidding, the realism hit him hard!!

so with that weird little experience, now we have...

...a very clear set goal to... go get sanji. can i just be frank? now we have a reason to go get sanji.

lol

this chapter ends off with a little q&a segment-- i only want to highlight this here

holy shit. acknowledgement of the constant do---n!!

wow, i feel validated!

well that was a goofy but good chapter! the adventure just keeps ramping up!

closing thoughts:

get your vitamin c, kids!

[skelegun]

When I was a lad before Redlettermedia and such, we had individual websites that would review bad movies, and the first one I discovered was called Stomp Tokyo. They used to have to type words because videos weren’t really a thing the internet could do well, you used to have to read those words with your eyeballs. Stomp Tokyo was part of a group they called The B-Masters Cabal which was a gathering of similar websites that would sometimes collaborate together and promote each other, and each of the B-Masters had their own gimmicks and niches that made them all kinda unique. Sadly most of the websites, while still up, haven’t updated in years, and are riddled with broken links. They are relics of a forgotten era of the internet when people had their own webbed sites, and not just a fucking discord server.

My favorite of the B-Masters was called Teleport City. Teleport City had a bit of different atmosphere compared to the other B-Masters. I got the sense, even as a kid, that Teleport City fucked. What sort of made them different from their compatriots was that Teleport City also covered music, like cool music I had never heard of, and they also covered alcohol. They would describe alcohol in intriguing and evocative ways, and while I couldn’t relate to these due to lack of personal experience, the way they were written always stuck with me.

I had always thought alcohol was just gross medicine tasting stuff people drank exclusively to get drunk, but here they were, a website I trusted to tell me which Godzilla movies to watch, was saying that there was a whole tapestry of flavors to explore when I was older.

I am older now, and truthfully I don’t drink that much. I haven’t had anything to drink actually in well over a year until today. However I am very bored, and I went to the liquor store today to try something new, so I thought I’d take a crack at writing a snobby alcohol review.

I went to the local discount liquor store and bought a mediumish sized bottle of Gordon’s London Dry Gin, I had wanted to buy the fancy blue bottle stuff but I’m kinda poor. After that I stopped at Taco Bell. They were out of chalupas so I got a Doritos Locos Supreme Tacos Value Meal with a Mountain Dew Baja Blast.

I don’t believe I had never tried Gin before, if I had I forgotten by now. I was intrigued by the promise of Juniper and Citrus. What the fuck is Juniper? Turns out it is like a pine tree. Why would British people in the 1700s riot over liquid trees? Surely trees must taste good, England is well known for having good taste in food and beverage. I had to know more. The anticipation was building.

I opened the bottle, and was greeted by an intriguing aroma. Christmas Tree, and nail polish remover. I poured some into a metal cup I had because I couldn’t find a fancy glass, added some ice cubes, and I took a swig… Then I realized I can’t beat around the bush anymore. I don’t know how people go on the tv and or the internet and tell lies about base spirits being anything other than toxic waste. Shits nasty on it’s own. Stuff tastes like floor cleaner. The vile taste of rubbing alcohol soon gave way to hints of licorish, orange rind, and car air freshener. The flavors call to mind a chilling holiday scene, Victorian London, Tiny Tim at the hospital, his leg freshly amputated. Watering that shit down with soda water and fresh squeezed lime juice made it more palatable, but still not ideal. I mean it’s like okay at that point I guess. What made it truly edible was mixing it with my half drank cup of Baha Blast, and like heaping helping of angostura bitters and a little orange blossom water.

I will say however, of all the base spirits I’ve tried, gin was not the worst, but at the same time it’s also kinda cheating in a way since gin is like a vodka tea from what I understand. My point being it’s already got shit added to it to begin with so it starts out with an advantage. Anyways, alcohol is gross on its own, don’t drink it, unless you want to I guess, whatever.

I’m gunna go watch a shitty Italian movie and maybe paint some Orks.

[metalmerkitty]

Killing time

Are you currently wearing a charm bracelet? No

Do you have any embarrassing usernames? No

How many letters are in the alphabet? Depends on whose alphabet, this language has 26

Do you have a back pack in a shape of an animal? I have one that has cat shaped heads

What’s your least favorite day of the week? whatever my Monday is for the week

Have you ever wore pajamas a whole straight week? No

Do you still enjoy blowing bubbles? Yes

Have you ever took a picture of your shadow? Yes

Do you believe in your horoscopes? Not really

Have you ever waxed your legs? Nope

Would you ever paint your bedroom walls lime green? Yes

Do you watch Jersey Shore? No

Do you ever get called the quiet girl? Yeah

Do you own any shirts with a peace symbol on it? I don't think I do actually

Have you ever taught a little kid to flick people off? No

Are you more of a taker or giver? A giver

Have you ever itched yourself until your skin was raw? Yeah

Do you always clear your history after using the computer? Yeah haha

Do you hate hot coffee, but love iced coffee? I hate all coffee

Have you ever tried Smoothie King? No

Have you ever been chased by a cat? Yes. My cat's favorite game is tag so we chase each other around the house playfully

Have you ever had your food stolen by a bird? seagulls!!!

Do you have any christmas pajama pants? No I'm not a Christmas kind of person

Do you ever wear red lip stick? Dark red and rarely

Have you ever dyed your hair light auburn? No

Have you ever did good on a test when you didn’t study? Did well and yes

Do you take really good care of your feet? No

Does age really matter to you? In some cases, yes very much haha

Do you ever blast your music and dance when you’re home alone? Sometimes

Have you ever seen yellow snow? Not that kind of yellow snow

Is the snow where you live the icey kind or powdery kind? Powdery that turns to ice but it doesn't snow here much

Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Sometimes

[suckitsurveys]

Are you currently wearing a charm bracelet? No, but I am wearing glitter filled bracelets lol.

Do you have any embarrassing usernames? Oh yeah.

How many letters are in the alphabet? In the English alphabet, 26.

Do you have a back pack in a shape of an animal? Yes. I have a cat-face-shaped one.

What’s your least favorite day of the week? Tuesdays.

Have you ever wore pajamas a whole straight week? I don’t really have “pjs.”

Do you still enjoy blowing bubbles? Yes.

Have you ever took a picture of your shadow? Yes.

Do you believe in your horoscopes? I don’t read daily ones, but overall I think it’s somewhat accurate.

Have you ever waxed your legs? I got a bikini wax once and they did my upper legs too.

Would you ever paint your bedroom walls lime green? Nope.

Do you watch Jersey Shore? I have. I’ve been getting a lot of clips of it on my FYP on Tik Tok lately. I watched like 3 clips on someone’s page and now it’s EVERYWHERE but when I do that with a Pete Davidson fan account I never get that all over my FYP.....

Do you ever get called the quiet girl? Yeah.

Do you own any shirts with a peace symbol on it? I do. I have a Woodstock shirt from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with a peace sign on it.

Have you ever taught a little kid to flick people off? No.

Are you more of a taker or giver? A giver.

Have you ever itched yourself until your skin was raw? Yeah.

Do you always clear your history after using the computer? No.

Do you hate hot coffee, but love iced coffee? I like both.

Have you ever tried Smoothie King? No.

Have you ever been chased by a cat? Yes. My own kitties chase us sometimes.

Have you ever had your food stolen by a bird? Yes.

Do you have any christmas pajama pants? I do. I have pikachu ones that are really cute.

Do you ever wear red lip stick? Yes.

Have you ever dyed your hair light auburn? Yes.

Have you ever did good on a test when you didn’t study? Yes.

Do you take really good care of your feet? I try to. My left foot is really fucked up and I need to stretch it more often.

Does age really matter to you? Depends on the context.

Do you ever blast your music and dance when you’re home alone? Yes.

Have you ever seen yellow snow? Yes.

Is the snow where you live the icey kind or powdery kind? It can be both but it generally turns to ice and slush.

Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Yeah.