#ticklish!wonderwoman

[fickle-tiction]

Like an Old Married Couple

  “Oh, you two are in for it when this is over.” Despite her words, Diana didn’t actually seem mad as she tested Clark’s grip around her wrists. She could wiggle a miniscule amount, and she knew from past experiences that in time she would be able to pull free. Then the two men hovering above her would regret every choice they made that morning.

“This wasn’t my idea. If anyone should die, it’s Clark.” Bruce was kneeling on the bed next to Diana, hands resting on his thighs for the time being. Clark was sitting on the tops of her thighs, effectively pinning her in place. For now.

“Doesn’t matter.” Diana was rotating her wrists in Clark’s hold as she spoke. Clark pressed them further into the mattress. “You’re helping him, therefore you will go down with him.”

Bruce knew retaliation was inevitable when he agreed to help Clark, so he just smirked at his girlfriend. “Well then, Princess, I see no reason to show you any mercy.”

“Whatever you do to me, I will do back in double.” 

There was a 50/50 chance that was true. Bruce didn’t love those odds. “Eh, you’re not that mean.”

“Can you two stop flirting and get to the tickling?” Clark actually sounded a little winded, which was concerning and also a little annoying if you were Bruce. He didn’t even break a sweat when Bruce was the one being held down. “I can’t actually hold her down forever.”

“See? It was all his idea. And now I think he’s feeling left out” Bruce turns to Clark with a mocking smirk on his face. “Are you feeling left out, Clarkie?”

“Keep it up and you’ll be in her spot next.” Bruce would never say it out loud, but just the thought of that had phantom tingles racing up and down his nerves.

“This is why you two never manage to get me. You bicker like an old married couple, and by the time you remember I’m here I’ve already gotten free.” Diana wrenched her left hand out of Clark’s grip with a triumphant laugh, but it was quickly caught by Bruce and slammed back onto the bed, where Clark resumed his hold.

“Do I need to hold her down for you?” 

“Just get to it.” Clark grunted, struggling to keep his hold on Diana’s wrists as she relentlessly tried to squirm out of his grip.

“Strongest man in the world, my ass.” Bruce muttered, just before his wiggling fingers descended on Diana’s triceps. 

“Bruce!” Diana shouted before quickly dissolving into delighted laughter. Diana always gave in immediately, happy to release her inhibitions and enjoy the game. It was very different to Bruce, who’s laughter had to be dragged out of him after a lot of grumbling and grunting, until he can’t hold it in any longer. Fortunately, he had no qualms about laughing as one of his partners is being taken apart.

“Yes?” He teased, tickling fingers migrating down into her exposed armpits. Diana’s eyes reflexively snapped shut as deep belly laughs were drawn out of her. “Now where is your favorite spot, again?” As though he could ever forget. “Was it here?” He began tapping at that awful spot between armpit and upper ribs. The spot that made all of them jolt and try to squirm away like their lives depended on it.

“You wi-hihihihi-ll regret th-hihihihi-is!” 

“Was it her neck?” Clark asked. Just because his hands were occupied with holding him down didn’t mean he couldn’t suggest spots for Bruce to try.

“It might have been.” Bruce traced his blunt fingernails over the delicate skin of Diana’s neck. She tossed her head side to side to try to dislodge the fingers as giggles began to pour out of her. He let up after a few seconds when her laughter started to sound frantic.

“Or was it her thighs?” Bruce’s smile was scary when it was being directed at you and you couldn’t move. 

“Ihihihi am going to ti-hihih-ickle your ears until they fall off.” How did she manage to sound so terrifying when she was still laughing and smiling?

“This was his idea!” Bruce insisted, jamming a finger into Clark’s unprotected ribs to emphasize his point.

Clark inhaled sharply, body twitching since he couldn’t bring an arm down to protect himself. “What are you talking about, B? You asked me to hold her down.”

“I did not!” Bruce should have known Clark would try to pin this on him to save himself from revenge. He should have seen it coming, but noooo. He had to go and trust that his boyfriend would have his back since he agreed to help him out in the first place. He was in a relationship with two traitors. 

“One of you is going down for this.” Diana sounded far too calm for someone who was shaking with laughter a minute ago. 

Bruce knew he had to act fast, or he was going to end up flat on his back. It was now or never. He locked eyes with Diana for a second before he attacked, burying his fingers into Clark’s open armpits and wiggling them furiously.

Clark went down like a sack of potatoes, collapsing onto Diana as his arms gave out. “You hahaha fucking tr-hahaha-traitor!” Clark cackled, arms clamped to his sides as Bruce’s hands roamed his body in search of every sensitive spot he could reach.

Bruce climbed on top of Clark’s back, knowing his added weight wouldn’t hurt Diana. “You were going to throw me under the bus.” Bruce pointed out as he wedged his hand between their bodies to tickle at Clark’s stomach.

Diana was using her now free hands to tweak Clark’s sides, and Bruce seized the opportunity to tickle her armpit with his other hand. “Wouldn’t want you feeling left out, down there.” 

Yeah, that might have been his fatal mistake.

Diana ceased her attack on Clark’s sides and leaned in to whisper something into his ear. Bruce froze, eyes wide with panic. Diana was smirking at him, and Clark was shifting beneath him.

“Wait.” Bruce started, pressing down harder on Clark, to no effect. “Let’s talk about this.” 

One second Bruce was laying on Clark’s back, Diana beneath the two of them; The next he was wrapped in Clark’s arms, his back to Clark’s chest, and Diana was straddling his waist. “Oh fuck.” Bruce breathed, a nervous smile already stretching across his face.

“We didn’t want you feeling left out.” Diana smirked. Bruce’s arms were free, and his hands were hovering in front of himself in anticipation.

“This was his ide-heeeeeeaaaaa.” Bruce’s words turned into a screech when Clark leaned forward to nose behind his ear midsentence. 

“That may be.” Diana was prodding random spots on his torso, delighted to watch him squirm away from any real good ones she managed to find. “But you betrayed him. And now you must pay.” 

“Ihihihi was helping you!” Bruce was trying, unsuccessfully, to fight his laughter as Diana gently dug into his abs.

“And I was helping you.” Clark spoke up, lips against Bruce’s neck sending ticklish vibrations into the skin. 

“Ihihihihi-it wasn’t my-hihihihihi idea!”

“If you two could stop bickering long enough to tire me out, neither of you would be in this position.” Naturally, Diana used one hand to squeeze the spot above Bruce’s hip that drove him wild, while the other hand squeezed the muscle above Clark’s knee, drawing startled laughter out of him.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Clark laughed, unable to pull his leg away without hurting Bruce. He had no choice but to leave it where it was and take it. Naturally, the only course of action was to take it out on Bruce, so he attack his ribs with vigor. 

“Shihihihit!” Bruce laughed, squirming every which way on instinct. He was alternating between trying to capture someone, anyone’s, hands, and trying to fight back by tickling any spot he could reach.

This went on for another few minutes, during which Bruce received the brunt of the attacks since he was in the middle. When he couldn’t take anymore, he mustered up enough breathe to yell out “Truce! Tru-hahah-truce! Plehehehease!” 

It was the “please” that really did it. All hands withdrew, and Clark loosened his grip around Bruce’s middle. Instead of shooting to the other side of the bed, like they expected, Bruce slumped back against Clark, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Diana collapsed on the bed next to them, laughing, her arm slung loosely over both of their middles.

“I am never helping either of you again.” Bruce huffed, a tired smile still on his face.

“Neither am I.” Clark laughed, running his palms up and down Bruce’s stomach and chest to sooth what he knew were now  jittery nerves.

“It wasn’t my idea.” Bruce insisted.

“It wasn’t mine.”

“Yes. It was.”

“No. It wasn’t.”

Diana huffed, rolling her eyes fondly as her partners continued to bicker like an old married couple beside her.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Lasso of Tickle Truth

Summary: You are Wonder Woman's most evenly matched enemy, but she has a combination of ways to win.

Note: This was just an idea swirling in my head, and I apologize if some of the details about her aren't portrayed that well! Thank you for your patience!

Word Count: 1133

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You stumbled into a run-down shed, desperate for any hiding place. You were finally out of view from an ongoing chase with your arch nemesis: Wonder Woman. You two were in constant battles, trying to defeat the other once and for all. Your current heist was to steal a sacred document that was too important to lose. You were successful in this task, but were too late in escaping before being seen. This is how you were in the position you were in now.

You breathed heavily, fleeing by car and then foot. It was dark in the shed, a place that probably hadn’t been visited in decades. A wood chip fell off the ceiling, startling you. You silently cursed, knowing that you needed all the help you needed. Having things fall apart only meant more noise to be made and a higher chance of you being found. 

You heard footsteps outside, getting closer by the minute. You held your breath, hoping it was any random bystander. Anyone but her. 

“Sorry I’m late,” you heard, just outside of the shed. You scooted in as far as you could, trying to disappear in the darkness.

“Not gonna speak?” Wonder Woman asked.

Your eyes widened when you saw a golden glow appear outside of the shed. If she used her lasso of truth on you, you knew you were done for. She would find out where you hid the document. All of that planning to escape would be wasted.

There was a moment of silence, and you were unsure of what you should do next. You were too scared of what her next move would be.

After a moment, the flimsy door to the shed flew open, revealing the superhero and her lasso in front of you. You backed up against the wall, knowing that you were stuck. You felt around in the darkness for a secret back door. Your hand felt the shape of a knob and quickly turned it to open the door. You pushed it open and sprinted out, not getting very far before her lasso was roped around your torso.

You fell to the ground, struggling to get out, as she quickly caught up, pinning you to the ground. 

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Wonder Woman asked, raising an eyebrow. With the lasso of truth around you. Luckily for you, your power was a strong ability to fight against this.

“N-noth-ing,” you struggled to say.

“I know you stole the sacred document. You’re not going to fool me,” she said, smirking down at you.

You turned your head away, refusing to fall for her trap.

“I can fight your silly lasso you know,” you spat back at her while glowering.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and it felt as if you were two siblings fighting rather than two arch enemies. 

“Maybe I’ll need something a little more powerful then hmm?” Wonder Woman suggested. With the lasso still around your torso and arms, she began to tickle your sides.

“NOHOHO NOHOT THAHAHAT,” you shouted, knowing that this is one thing you could never defend against. Especially when you were stuck in her lasso.

“What’s this? The big bad schemer is ticklish? Who would’ve thought this was how you were gonna lose…” she commented with a grin.

“AHAHAHAHA IHIHI WOHOHONT LOHOHOSE,” you squealed, as her fingers moved up to scratch away in and around your ribs. 

“You may be able to fight the lasso pretty well, but combining it with tickling will make you spill for sure,” she said, now taking her finger and wiggling it in your belly button.

You shrieked, bucking so hard that you were able to flip onto your side, desperately trying to protect your sensitive giggle button.

“Awww does that tickle? Is that what this button does? It makes you laugh?” She asked, repeatedly poking into it, causing you to scream for her to stop.

“Tell me.” She demanded.

You were weakened by the tickles, and the lasso of truth was getting more and more difficult to fight against.

“N-never!” You barely said, as she flipped you back to your original position, face up.

“We’ll see about that. You know the thing is, I have intel on all of my enemies. I happen to know a little someone has very ticklish feet,” she said with a wicked grin and sat on your shins.

“NO! DONT YOU DAHAHAHARE,” you laughed while screaming and thrashing around. You desperately tried to take the lasso off, but Wonder Woman was quick, turning around and squeezing your hips, making you collapse again with a squeal.

With that, she continued to rake her nails over your sensitive soles, holding your toes back and tickling underneath.

“OHOHOKAY IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you shouted, as she slowed her evil fingers.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” she said with a wink. You squirmed uncomfortably, before blurting out the location when she gave your knee a squeeze.

“IHIHIN THE HEHEADQUARTERS,” you squealed out.

“Thanks for the confirmation,” she said with a smirk.

“What do you mean?!?” You asked.

“Oh I figured, but at the same time it’s always fun to pick you apart,” she replied, as you flopped backwards with an eye roll.

“It is so funny though that you’re so weak to tickles,” she commented, gently flipping you over and tickling your back and neck while you were still in her lasso.

“NOHOHOOHO PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIVE HAHAHAD ENOHOUGH,” you squealed, turning bright red.

“It’s fun messing with someone who’s supposed to be equally matched with me,” she said, now letting you out of her lasso. You quickly tried to yank it, wanting to expose her secrets. However, it backfired as she gave it a much stronger yank, as she captured you and tickled up and down your sides. You entered yet again another fit of laughter, smacking her to tap out. You cursed yourself for this evil weakness. But being human, you knew she had to be ticklish as well.

“Oh big bad Wonder Woman~are you ticklish?” You asked, before tackling her and pinning her arms above her head.

“I’m not even touching you yet,” you teased, as she was already giggling like crazy. With that, you used your free hand to tickle her armpits, letting her experience the torture you just went through. You blew a big raspberry on her stomach while tickling her sides, which got a great reaction.

You finally let her up, knowing how bad it was.

“Maybe we have more in common than we thought. Shall we team up?” Wonder Woman asked jokingly.

“Yeah we should just go and use tickling as our new power,” you joked in reply.

“Oh I know you’d love to stay the villain though,” she teased, as you avoided eye contact and blushed.

“Knew it.”

[fanficsandfluff]

Forget Your Troubles

A/N: A little over a month ago, @fanficsandfluff shared these amazing headcanons for Diana and Steve that made me really want to write something for those two.  So I know it’s late, but here’s my attempt – hope this does them justice!

***

It’s been a long day. A long week. A long couple of months, even. And Steve Trevor’s spent most of that time either behind enemy lines or in front of a tribunal consisting entirely of ancient warrior women. Under any normal circumstances, he would have begged for the chance to stay in London and recover, if only for a few days.

But there’s a war on, a society to protect, and a promise to uphold. And thanks to Diana and her insistence that this mission will be important, will change everything, he can hardly bring himself to be upset about spending the night in a forest somewhere in western France.

The twilight sky is visible through the branches of trees left bare by winter, but the brightest source of light is still the fire crackling in front of him. Sameer, Charlie, and Chief are off patrolling and looking for some clean water to replenish their supplies, and Diana’s seated a few feet to his left, peeling open ration tins and frowning at the smell of meat with way too many preservatives. He’d offer to help, but his hands are covered in mud after tripping in some farmer’s abandoned vegetable field. Diana’s the only one with clean hands, thanks to her almost supernatural grace, so it’s her job to cook tonight.

He peels off his boots and socks, setting them as close to the fire as he dares, but even the disgusting flakes of… something… sloughing off his skin can’t distract him from watching Diana rummage through their supplies for a frying pan. She doesn’t look tired or disheartened at all, even with mud splashed halfway up her legs after a full day of messy travel, and – well, if anyone’s going to save the world, he can definitely believe it’s her.

She steps back towards the fire, and he can actually hear something wet squelching in her boots. He imagines she’s not used to this weather, and even more so to the layers of clothing one has to wear during winter here to avoid freezing at night. Maybe she actually wants to keep her boots on. But watching her face tighten with discomfort as she sits and folds her legs neatly in front of her, he finds himself somewhat doubting.

He clears his throat, distracting himself from his one-sided staring competition. “Your boots look like they could use a little cleaning – want me to take them off for you so we can scrape some of the mud off and get them dry?”

Diana smiles at him – it’s a soft smile, but there’s no way he can miss the determined set of her jaw that signals an impending refusal. “No, I can do it myself –“ She pauses abruptly, fingertips hovering just shy of the layer of muck caked over leather. “Oh.”

“I don’t think anyone’s going to appreciate getting cow shit in their dinner,” he agrees. “May I?”

This time she nods, brusquely offering him her leg as she balances the pan over the fire. Resting her heel on his knee, he yanks the boot off in a shower of dried mud. Then repeats the process with her thick woolen socks, recently re-dyed in a layer of uniform brown. “Really makes you miss the streets of London, huh?” he says.

She doesn’t answer.

“Diana?” She’s staring at the fire, and at first he thinks she’s just fascinated by the bully beef crackling against hot tin, but when he leans forward to try and catch her gaze she looks as if she’s trying to see something a million miles away. He knows that look. He’s probably worn it himself, at some point. Diana’s thinking of some past horror, and whatever it is he doesn’t want to leave her to deal with it alone.

He looks down to her bare foot and, with the kind of detached panic that tells him he’s going to regret this later, spiders his fingers up the sole.

Diana’s entire body jolts, her gaze snapping to him. “Steheve!”

“Sorry, accident. I didn’t know people made of clay could be ticklish?”

Diana’s grin contains not one trace of embarrassment. He’d almost be jealous, if he weren’t this delighted to be the cause of her happiness. “I’m not that ticklish.”

“Really,” he says, tracing a finger ever so lightly over the arch of her foot, watching as she flinches again. When she doesn’t say anything to stop him, he presses a little harder on the next go. “Well, I hope you’re not laughing at me, then.”

“I wouldn’t!” she says between giggles. “It’s not just being ticklish. I’m letting myself be ticklish.”

“…Neat. And why would you do that?” he asks, reaching up to squeeze her knee. Even through the thick cloth covering her legs, it seems to get a good reaction.

“Behecause ihihit’s fun!” She’s full-on laughing now, one hand pressed over her mouth, and he can’t help but smile at her. She could crush him if she wanted to, probably kick him straight into a tree, this fighter from an isle of fighters, but instead she’s chosen to leave him be, head tossed back as he coaxes peals of laughter from her.

He’s listening for the others to return – the last thing he needs is for Sameer to start ribbing him about this – but instead the moment ends when Diana gasps and pulls her leg back. “The food!”

Luckily, nothing is burnt. He’s just gotten her started on boiling coffee when she glances over at him, the warmth in her eyes more comforting than the actual fire. “Thank you, Steve Trevor. Laughter helps me to forget my troubles, and  I did not expect to find it in the world of men. ”

“Oh!… you’re welcome.”

“Are you ticklish, Steve Trevor?”

“I – am I – no. Not really.” He knows he’s blushing. Diana gives him an amused look and twitches the edge of her lasso out from beneath her coat. “You, ah, really don’t need to use that.”

She smirks. “Oh, yes. Instead, I could just-“ She makes a playful jab at his side that he barely manages to dodge by scrabbling backwards, and she’s just begun to stand up when a whistle echoes through the darkening forest. Sameer’s signal – they’re on their way back.

“We’d better get everything ready,” Steve says, frantically brushing dirt off his hands and pretending that his face isn’t still red. “We could all use some rest. Including you.”

Diana smiles beatifically. “Very well, Steve Trevor. I will leave you be for now.”

^^^

Diana intends for now to be a very short time. She doesn’t really understand why Steve is so reluctant; on Themyscira, any remedy that can put a troubled mind at ease is welcomed. Perhaps he fears that the rest of his company will think him too lighthearted. She doesn’t want to push him too far, though – perhaps men simply enjoy being sad? – so she resolves to grant him privacy when she returns the favor he has granted her.

And she doesn’t have to wait for long. The next day, it’s Steve and Diana’s turn to go on patrol. She waits patiently for them to cross the threshold where even her advanced hearing cannot make out the chatter of Charlie and Sameer, and only then does she turn to her task.

Steve yelps in surprise as she lifts him by the collar of his coat and holds him against the branch of a particularly thick tree, the tips of his feet just brushing the ground. “Whoa, whoa, Diana – what’s going on?”

“You asked me not to use my lasso, yes?” Oh, she enjoys how expressive his face is – especially when his eyes widen like they do now. “Then I will determine whether you are ticklish or not by experiment.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something and very quickly closes it again, only a grunt escaping as the fingers of her free hand move to scratch at his ribcage. His muted flinches, however, are not as easy for him to suppress. She smiles. This won’t be difficult at all.

Steve tries to speak again. “D-Diana, c’mohon –“ He ceases to speak, but giggles still leak from his pursed lips. His eyes crinkle pleasingly at the corners, his entire body tense as her fingers wander higher, questing for the hollow under his arm.

“I can tell that you’re ticklish, Steve,” she teases gently. “But if you don’t laugh, how will I know how ticklish you are? I want to make sure you’re having fun.”

“Can this make you smile?” she asks, wiggling her fingers into the tight space under his arms. He shakes his head frantically, but his enormous grin says otherwise. “Can this make you struggle?” she asks, tickling his belly mercilessly and watching in satisfaction as he tries to curl up in midair, never once making a move to stop her hands. “Can this make you forget what troubles you?”

Steve arches his back when she finds a particularly sensitive spot above his left hip, his head thudding into the rough bark behind him. “Di-Diana, Ihi– nahaha! – stohop asking questions, yohou’re mahaking it worse, I cahahan’t even think-“ He’s undoubtedly giggling now, and it’s adorable. He’s still tense, though, still holding back. She wants to try harder, to truly make him let go, to hear his unrestrained laughter ring loud and clear through this forest. But they still have a patrol to complete, and a world to save.

She slows the pace of her fingers, letting him back down to the ground as he wipes his eyes with one hand, gasping something beneath his breath. After, then. After she kills Ares and mankind is at peace, there will be time for things such as these.

Steve’s shoulders are a fraction looser as they resume patrol. Diana smiles.

She looks forward to the time they will have, when the war is over.

MICHELLE JUMPS IN: 

OHHH my lord this is actually everything????? Every frickin’ sentence and word and line of dialogue in this is amazing. I completely forgot about our headcanon discussion, but I am happy beyond words to receive this from you. Oh my lord Diana’s such a precious babe <3 and Steve would toootally not let himself go easily! Even around Diana! Such a wonderful, warm little fic. It made me feel whole and like all was right with the world XD Thank you thank you thank you! I cannot say it enough! Your submissions never cease to brighten my day!

[booptherat]

get to know me tag

I was tagged by @saartje77 ♥

rules: post your simself and your traits and answer all the questions below I can’t make a simself

traits: geek, gloomy, cat lover

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Ada Brianna

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Brie

3. BIRTHDAY? November 14th

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? Harry Potter (duh)

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Yes.

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Laura Bates

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? BBC Radio 6 music bc sometimes my uncle is on it

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? cinnamon

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? yumtastic

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Night of the long knives- Everything Everything

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? bam

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? No reptiles- Everything Everything

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Sherlock, Rick and Morty

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? Winnie the Pooh

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Yes. Mostly just sims

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? My family and friends dying

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I’m a fast learner

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I suck at being nice

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Cats

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Autumn

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? Yes

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? no homework, duh

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Brienne (we’re Brie n Brie)

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Green, blue and grey

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Gold-brown

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? everyone no-one my family

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? Brienne

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? myself  Brie

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Christmas

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? gingerbread

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? tellytubbies

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? Jorik

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? a bit

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? Anatidaephobia (look it up)

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Behind it

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? swimming

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? everyday sexism by laura bates

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? To all the boys I loved before

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? piano

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? catsssss

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? @cubersims @batsfromwesteros @limoncell-o @tiptoptab @isabeeelsims @caroldsims

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? invisibility or flight

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? in my fort under the spare bedroom bed

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? Brienne

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I sprint, swim and cycle

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? orange juice

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? Can’t remember.

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Yes

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? people who spread rumours

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? more than I could count

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? sorta, I don't eat red meat

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? A mum

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy universe

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? People I love dying

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? Only after a scary movie

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? defo

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? No

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? my spare bedroom fort

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? here in my house

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? two cats, three frogs, six newts, 3 fish

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? neither, I just want to sleep

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunsets

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Nope

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Earbuds

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? nope

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? everything 

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? wonderwoman, duh

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? yes

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? rumours about me that aren't true

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? both71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? History & English

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? Yes, an older brother

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? nail polish and hairbands

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5ft 1

75. CAN YOU COOK? not very well

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? Hugs, reading, swimming

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? rumours, mornings, my bully

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? Female 

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? pan

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? England

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? Brienne

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? yesterday

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? Dan and Phil (they are one person now)

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? only with filters

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? discord

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? a bit wobbly

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? german

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? hungry

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 7

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Nope

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? Nope

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? Outer Space

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? No

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? animal fur

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? No

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? Nope

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? only when I'm certain I was wrong

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? Beach!

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? you reap what you sow

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? yes

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? hufflepuff 

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? ye

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? Introvert

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? I used to

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? Yes.

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? give it to the owner or the police

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? Yes, but not always .

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Very

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yes

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? No

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? None

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? no

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? try for the grammar school I’m currently in

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Yes!

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? yes!

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? Me

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? I have way too many.

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? Yes.

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOUR CLOTHES? yellow or red

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? no

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? yes

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? -

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “if I cannot do great things, I can do small things in a great way” - Martin Luther King JR

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Sweet!

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This weekend Sam and I learned that A. Wonder Woman is NOT ticklish, and B. Cracked ribs hurt A LOT! #wonderwoman #ticklefight #justiceleague #photoop #mohawk #ineedmorespace #imbuildingateam #lifelessons (at Cinépolis)