#which is hilarious cuz i really do not enjoy the ocean at all

[field-guide-to-mud]

a thousand miles down to the seabed

found the place to rest my head 🐋

[nad-zeta]

Match up ~(˘▾˘~)

Hi I’d like an Ikevamp matchup! (This is my first time doing this but oof) i’m a shy(at first) brown(Filipino to be exact) girl that’s a lil on the chubby side, Virgo, messy short hair, 149 cm(short-), and an INFJ T and a Ravenclaw. I’ve also got really fat legs and as much as i like them some dont :”) i like to read books than listen to people read them aloud cuz I’m a visual learner. I like writing bc it helps me get all these ideas out of my head. But i’m really unorganized so i never really finished anything other than a few poems and one horror short story. I enjoy cracking a good joke for anyone to laugh at and am really affectionate with my loved ones. I draw sometimes too but they’re not that good :> so my hobbies are:writing(mainly), drawing. I love learning about new stuff that’s not really included in school bc it’s not one of my biggest priorities to me lmao. I also really like studying whilst listening to music. But unto my dislikes, i really dont like injustice for other people and have this belief in me(i belive everyone is equal). I hate loud noises (eg. rain, or a truck) it messes with me more than my hair lol. I don’t like people insulting me in a more meaningful sense, meaning im not hurt if anyone curses at me but if it’s a little more meaningful then that hits me hard. Most people think im insensitive but i get hurt too ya know. But i always welcome critique even if it doesnt seem so. I flirt sometimes with my friends cuz thats how much i love them ig. I can play the ukulele but im not too fond on playing instruments so i ight sing instead of both. Anyway, i hope that’s enough. Message me if it wasn’t and i’ll add more! Thanks!

 Hi hi, love! ❤🥰Thank you so much for the request! Ooooh your first match-up, how exciting! I hope I can live up to your expectations. 🦋🥰☀️Anyways sorry for the long wait and I truly hope you enjoy. Hope you have a super good day!❤🥰  @la-liar​

So I match you with…………… Mozart

So the first time the two of you interact, it was basically silence. Both of you cuties were too shy and reserved to speak to each other. That is basically how it was for the first few weeks of your stay at the mansion. 

You were rather shy, so you kept mostly to yourself spending all your time in the library, reading and writing. But that all changed one day when you discovered the music room. 

You had decided on a whim to explore the mansion a bit and stumbled upon a pristine music room. You made your way inside and smiled as you spotted a ukulele in the corner of the room. You simply couldn’t help yourself, as you picked up the instrument and started to play. Closing your eyes as you played, you started to sing along to the familiar tune.

At that moment, Mozart had walked past his beloved music room. He had stepped out for a moment, only to get himself a freshly brewed cup of hot chocolate before continuing to compose his newest piece. The second he heard the sound of an instrument coming from his beloved music room he sighed internally. He slammed open the door and froze in his tracts when he spotted you sitting on the floor in the corner of the room absorbed by the music you were producing. He had every intention of scolding you, but all that dissipated as the soft, soothing tones of your voice wash over him like a gentle ocean wave. He found himself calm and at peace for once in his life. 

Inspired by the tune you were singing, he sat down at the grand piano and started playing along. The second the first note of the piano echoed off the walls of the room you opened your eyes in shock, not realizing someone had come in midway through your song. You profusely apologized to the man and left before he could say anything.

For the rest of the day Mozart was stuck, he couldn’t get that song you were singing out of his head. He was starting to get frustrated as thoughts of you were plaguing his mind. That night he stormed up to your room, took you by the hand and guided you back to the music room where he handed you the ukulele, “Play.” His words were blunt and his violet eyes were sharp and determined. You stared up at the man in confusion as he sat down at the grand piano, waiting for you to start the song. You sighed sitting down next to him on the bench and softly started strumming the strings. Mozart couldn’t keep the faint smile from forming on his face at the sound of the perfect harmony and melody the two of you produced together. Since that night you were the only other person, other than Sebastian permitted to enter into the music room whenever you wanted.

Every day since, you would wander into the room as Mozart would play the soothing melodies. You loved to study while listening to music. So every day you would bring your books to the music room as Mozart played and just sit and read or write, as Mozart’s symphonies would echo in the background. Although the white-haired man would never admit it, he very much enjoyed your company. Unlike the rest of the residents, you were quiet and soft-spoken, and you didn’t irritate him like the rest of his housemates. 

Often during the afternoons, when Mozart would take a break from playing, he would walk over the corner of the room that you would occupy and just stare down at you. He would usually in his classical tsundere roundabout way, ask you if you wanted to grab lunch with him. You honestly had to smile at his clumsily blunt tone and the dust of pink that would grace his features.

The two of you would sit under the shade of a tree and chat for hours and hours about the most random of topics. You had quickly come to realize that the brutal way in which Mozart spoke, was just a front to cover up his true feelings. Thus you never minded the meaningless insults that he would occasionally throw your way. Cause they were just that meaningless. If anything, the way he would say them with that slight smile dancing across his lips, they were probably meant as his own type of endearments towards you.

Both of you cuties often get so absorbed in your daydreams that during your lunchtime picnic, that you can be found just staring into space. Mozart’s mind would be occupied with the latest songs that he would like to compose, and your mind would be drifting off, thinking about the latest topic that you have learned about or read. Its actually pretty hilarious, especially when the two of you are at the dinner table and Arthur is chatting away to the two of you, while both of you would be off in dreamland. It’s only when Arthur waves a hand in front of your eyes that both of you come back to reality. During these times, you and Mozart usually lock eyes and laugh, as it had become a somewhat, inside joke between the two of you.

You often flirted with the man, especially after the two of you had started to become friends. You loved the way his cheeks would get dusted in a light pink shade matching his eyes perfectly. And you can’t help but laugh whenever he stutters a little insult in response. Although don’t get me wrong, he is the only person who can give you small insult endearments. Anyone else who dare utter one bad thing about you, will face Mozart’s scorn. 

Like one time the two of you went to the bookshop to browse together, when some dodge man came up to you and started telling you that a woman shouldn’t be in a book shop and that the book you were holding was too advanced for you. Cue Mozart practically tearing apart the man with his sharp gaze. Mozart’s voice boomed in the bookshop like a crack of a whip, and by the time he was done giving the man a verbal smackdown, the dodgy fellow couldn’t leave the shop quick enough. 

Just then violet eyes met your dark brown ones, as Mozart gave you the most tender look and asked in a soft tone if you were okay. He could see the sadness in your eyes, and he knew even though you put up a tough front, you were also rather sensitive deep down. He gave you a tight hug and kissed your forehead as he told you not to ponder on the man’s hurtful words. “Mein Liebe, don’t let that man’s mindless babble bother you.” He then took you by the hand and lead you to a coffee shop where he bought the two of you some hot chocolate. And the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting away.

It wasn’t clear exactly when you and Mozart transitioned from friendship into a relationship, but regardless you were the only person privileged enough to see this man’s soft side. And boy oh boy was his smile enough to make your heart melt. Mozart is actually a massive softie under his harsh words, and loves to shower you in affection. He knows you hate loud noises, so he is always sure to, take you the town route with the least amount of people and noises. And you best be sure he will be by your side to soothe you in a split second during any type of thunderstorms

He never knew just how much you hated loud noises like thunderstorms until one night. It was the dead of night, and the sky was littered with dark stormy clouds and flashes of lightning. You woke up abruptly to the loud rumble of thunder that followed a flash of light. You let out a loud squeak as you pulled your blanket over your head, in an attempt to block out the noise. By the second flash and roars of thunder, you were on your feet making your way to Mozart’s room. 

You gently pushed open the door, when yet another loud crack of thunder and lightning could be heard shaking the mansion’s walls. Mozart had no time to react, as all he heard was the patter of your bare feet on the wooden floor, and then the weight of a warm body diving onto his bed. He cracked open an eye and was shocked to see the expression of dread on your tear-stained face. He wasted no time at all in pulling you beneath the covers into his warm embrace and he pressed your face to his warm chest. He gently traced soothing circles on your back, while he tenderly sang you a soft lullaby to coax you into sleep. The noise of thunder and lightning faded into the background, as you focus on the feeling of Mozart’s fingertips dancing across your skin and his soft, soothing voice. 

Since then, at any sign of a storm, Mozart would be sure to drop everything and seek you out. He would usually wrap the two of you in a fluffy blankie, and he just holds you tight in his arms. Sometimes he would play the piano to soothe your anxiety, while other times he will just sing to you.

Mozart absolutely loves your sense of humour, and his stony features will always crack with a slither of a smile whenever you make a joke. Bonus points if you actually get him to laugh. He will legit huff out in laughter, while shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you continue to crack hilarious jokes. Anyone privileged enough to see this rare scene unfolds is very lucky indeed, as Mozart’s smile and laughter is like the sun coming out after a very long stormy week. It is bright and filled with warmth, and reserved for your eyes only.

Even though you have a tendency to never really finish writing, Mozart will insist you show him any of the pieces that you do manage to complete. He loves the way your words flow on paper, and it down right inspires him to write a few songs to accompany your stories. He also beams with pride whenever you draw him a cute little scene on his sheet music. He will be sure to keep that page with your doodle safe for all eternity, cause he just loves them so much. 

The two of you cuties are the most affectionate couple around, behind closed doors of course as Mozart might just die from embarrassment if the two of you engage in any sort of PDA. He loves it when you sit beside him and rest your head on his shoulder as he plays you the newest ballad of his love. You are the love of his life, and he will spend every day of his existence loving you. He loves to give you cute little Eskimo and butterfly kisses whenever the two of you meet in the hallway.

You best be sure this man will spend every free moment he can get hugging and cuddling you. Often the two of you cuties will simply be spending a quiet afternoon in the music room together, nestled in each others arms while drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate, listening to the pitter patter of the rain outside. 

Other potential matches……………. Dazai

I hope you enjoyed this dear and I hope you have the best day. 🦋☀️❤

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #270

“please remain calm; the end has arrived. we cannot save you; enjoy the ride.”

Do you own pastel-colored pants? No. What type of lotion do you use? I don't really use it. Nothing seems to help how dry my skin is. What were your favorite clothing stores in high school? Hot Topic. If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? Pastel pink, but realistically (given a pink car would probably have a paint job I'd have to pay for, I assume?), I like burnt orange cars. Not too brown-ish, though. What is your favorite color, do you look good in it, & do you wear it a lot? Pink, probably not, and no. Name someone you know who hates pink. Idk. What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? "Nobody's Home." Do you kill bugs? Sometimes. Depends. If they're in my house, most likely. Have you ever had a bedroom that had wallpaper on the walls? No. Do you own any rompers? No. What’s one thing you’ve done to celebrate Earth Day? I made a birdhouse out of a milk carton once. Animal Planet taught me lol. Do you use window clings (aka window stickers)? No. What color is your stapler? Black. Do you have a desk that you sit at in your room? Ugh, no, but that's one reason I want to move to somewhere I have a bigger room for a desk so I don't do everything in my damn bed. What do you miss about college? Feeling like I was worth something and on a "proper" path. Was your middle school crush the same as your high school crush? No. What is/was your dream school? I never had a "dream" school. Do you wish you could talk to someone about your past? If so, who? Idk, probably someone. What motivates you? Music and/or videos on whatever subject I could use motivation in, like self-care on my bad days. Have you ever completed a weight loss program? No. Tried, though. When was the last time you did something for the first time? I went through a doctor appointment entirely without Mom just a few days ago; she had to stay in the car due to chemo, so I filled stuff out, checked in/out alone, answered questions on my own, that business. I'm entirely aware it's sad as hell that a 24 y/o did that for the first time, but if you knew just how dependent I am on my mom, you'd get it. Which do you prefer: Valentine’s Day or Easter? Valentine's when I actually have someone to celebrate with, but I love Easter as an aunt with how excited the kids are about candy and all. Easter sorta rubs me the wrong way though since, y'know, Christianity essentially stole and rebuilt it. Do you wait until the last minute to decorate, or do you decorate early? I myself don't even decorate. Mom only does for Christmas, and it's very last minute. What’s your favorite Starbucks drink? I don't drink Starbucks. What were you wearing in the last good selfie you took? *checks phone* uh the one where I'm wearing a red tank top is okay. That's all you can see cuz FUCK taking full-body pics of me. What’s on your wish list right now? Ha, I actually have a list in my phone of things I really want/need to buy when I can. A few include a bigger terrarium to Venus, a treadmill, an Unus Annus shirt before the channel and thus merch expire, glasses for driving... What do you use to sweeten your tea? I don't drink tea. Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? No, I don't wear enough colors or makeup in general to warrant buying one. When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? The aforementioned doctor visit. How would you rate your self-esteem? Low, healthy, or high? Low as like, the deepest oceanic trench probs. Do you own a tripod for your camera? Yeah. Were you a bigger fan of Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? Hilary. Do you make Halloween costumes out of clothes from your closet? Only ever to just be a goth to live out my inner fantasy of regularly flaunting that aesthetic. Do you enjoy putting outfits together? Not particularly. Would you rather it rain or snow? Snow! What does your umbrella look like? Don't have one. What’s one thing you’ve had a toxic reaction to? Do you mean like, emotionally/mentally toxic? I'm guessing probably yes. Even though parts of it were entirely realistic, understandable reactions/behaviors, I most definitely had some toxicity in me regarding the breakup, too. Which do you prefer: cropped tops or tunic tops? Uggghhhh, both are so cute. On me, I'd only ever wear tunic tops, but on others, I tend to find cropped tops cuter. What’s a style or trend that you think is ridiculous? I don't pay enough attention to this to really know... hm. Yeah, idk. Which YouTuber do you want to be more like? I could only dream of being as motivated and smart and determined and "I can do this shit" as Markiplier jfc I Love One Man Only. Do you like stuffed animals? EEEEEEEEK yes!!!! What was your favorite class in high school? Art. Have you ever gotten straight A’s in a class? If so, which classes? Yes; not to brag whatsoever, but too many for me to remember. I remember I got my very first B in 5th grade in I think math, and I was so bummed out. Were there any subjects that you got a perfect SAT score in? If so, what? I don't think so. Are you happy today? If so, what made you happy today? I'm content-ish, not happy, but also not unhappy. Is your bed right by a window? There's one to my upper right and middle left, but my bed's not exactly against either. Do you spend more time in your bedroom or your living room? I barely leave my bedroom. Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? Halloween, if I actually did decorate. Do you name stuffed animals still? Very rarely. Depends on what it is, the importance, etc. What titles did you win in the senior class polls? I FUCKIN READ THIS AS "TITTIES" AND WAS JUST LIKE... Anyway, none. Were you popular in school? No. If you’re from the US, what states have you lived in? Only NC. Who was your best roommate? Well, Jason, if he even counted as a "roommate." Was your first roommate your best roommate? See above, considering idk if he fits the term; if he does, then yes. What’s the best family vacation you’ve ever been on? Disney World. Have you ever wanted to be a model? No. What years did you attend prom? Sophomore (bf was a senior and he took me) and senior. What do you want to be for Halloween? I was recently listening to a metal version of Oogie Boogie's song from TNBC and it hit me: MISS Oogie Boogie. A fat bitch could pull that shit off, watch me ho. Which member of your family are you closest to? My mom. If you have any regrets, what is the biggest one? If not, why do you have no regrets? Letting a boy become absolutely all that mattered and more to me. Would you ever apply to be on reality TV? Why? Ew, no. I don't need any more people judging me and my life. What is the best thing that has ever happened to you? The partial hospitalization program that saved my life, literally. Do you have a hard time letting things go? It depends on what it is, but generally, yes. I recently realized one of my greatest flaws: I respond very, very poorly to loss, in any way. Looking back on people (especially people), events, other things... a negative, chronic reaction to loss is present throughout. What have you accomplished in life that has made you the most happy? Emotionally healed, a lot. I don't think some things will ever fully scar over, but nevertheless, I don't mentally have fuckin gashes in me. Have you ever struggled with your weight? Ever since the breakup, yes. I thought I was slightly fat before then, but looking at pictures now, I just think "damn hunny u look gud" and realize I was perfectly healthy. But anyway, I was put on a medication called Abilify (full-on name droppin', fuck this med), and it MURDERED my metabolism. I could eat a fuckin carrot and gain five pounds, probably. Emotional eating probably contributed too, but here's the thing: my current doctor took me off of it, knowing the moment I mentioned it that it was not only bad for me and my conditions but also responsible for the extreme weight gain? Pounds dropped like a ton of bricks, and this started before my emotional eating began to die off and regulate. I lost around 80 pounds just from dropping a goddamn pill. Cue college essay-long rant here about how my body image was slaughtered, how much I loathe the fucking doc that kept me on the med and blamed everything on me, and now how I've been stuck weight-wise for two years despite a vast plethora of methods to continue shedding a;sdlkfajkwlelawe GUYS I could rant til my hypothetical great-grandchildren die. When you are out with your friends are you loud and outgoing or shy and reserved? It depends on who the friend is, where we are, etc., but generally, I'm just awkward, trying to be outgoing when in fact I'm questioning every single thing I say and do al;wekjrkawde this survey has taken a TURN. Do you like to stay in your pajamas all day long? I don't leave my pj's unless I have to leave the house and go inside somewhere besides like, a gas station or something that's just "whatever." In high school did you have a lot of friends? Do you still keep in touch? I wouldn't say a *lot*, no, but not a tiny amount, either. The only one I ever still see is Girt, but I keep up with many on Facebook via the like button and shit, ha. Do you really care about such issues as abortion, religion, and global warming? Fuck yes I do. Who is the biggest womanizer you know? Juan sure was, but I haven't been in contact with him for years. Would you ever have a threesome? No. Who is the most attractive person you know? Of those I personally know-know, my answer will probably always be Alon like jc she's beautiful. When did you last feel the most free? ZOINKS we can't ask that question in America rn. Is there anyone who likes (or liked) you and had a really hard time getting over you? I don't know. Did you ever love someone and feel like it was wrong? Love? No. Well, before I realized I was bi, maybe Mini counts, as then I was anti-LGBT and couldn't even imagine myself as anything but straight. What’s your favorite bug? Butterflies. What’s the longest amount of time you liked/loved somebody for? Yeesh... I still can't say with absolute confidence I no longer love Jason at all, whom I started dating in 2012 and went head over heels for. What song makes you cry? There's a few that are capable of it sometimes, but do fucking not play "Stairway To Heaven" if I'm within 10 miles of you. "Another Life" by MiW usually makes me tear up towards the end, but it normally doesn't get that far anymore. Do you like rock or rap music better? Rock, as I'm not a rap fan. If you could watch someone change, would you? Yes let me live my life a;lsdkfjaws Ever known someone with an eating disorder? I don't know. I think maybe? Have you ever had a white Christmas? I think? The best snow we ever got was late Christmas night though, and the next morning was a total whiteout. What’s something you want to do but aren’t sure of yet? Hm. Idk. I'm pretty sure of most things I want to do. Biggest lie you ever told? I'm not entirely sure and I'd rather not search for one. Do you have a religion? I don't fit perfectly into any. I relate most with Neo-Paganism, but even that I deviate from some. Believe that there is a point to churches? I mean sure, people have the right to believe in/worship what they want to, and some people get a lot of joy and reassurance out of going. How do eat Oreos? "I split them in half and lick the cream before eating the cookie." <<<< Converse or Vans? Idc. Eh, maybe Converse, but idk. Dancing or watching others dance? I love watching others dance, it's why I enjoyed dance recitals and competitions. Favorite thing to touch/feel? My cat! <3 Rather be in a tornado or a large earthquake? Both would be horrifying, but I guess earthquake. I've had an outrageous fear of tornadoes since I was very little. Would you rather Santa or the Easter Bunny actually exist? Santa, duh. Would you rather spread gossip or start a fight? Start a fight, I guess. Trying to sully someone's name with false information would haunt me way more than starting an understandable fight. What has been the best New Year's for you so far & why? I don't know. What is the weirdest fear you’ve ever heard of someone having? Do you have any weird fears, and if so, what are they? Uhhh I think maybe butterflies? Idk, even that's not too weird considering it's an insect, and that's common. I'm personally absolutely terrified of pregnancy and also whale sharks scare me quite a bit. ig that's weird. How did you find Tumblr? lol how could you not know at some point as a teen on the Internet. What of the 8 wonders of the world do you find the most fascinating, if any? I had to look them up lmao. I guess the Great Pyramid of Giza. I in general find Egyptian culture and art to be very cool. Do you have a webcam? If you do, do you ever use it and what for? I mean, it's built into the laptop. I never use it. What is something that you think is really underrated? The band Otep, for one. I mean they're not small, but I don't think most people interested in the metal genre know them. OH and then there are A LOT of YouTube artists that MADLY deserve to be signed. I have a large chunk of metal musicians I listen to, and those especially like Jonathan Young blow my fucking mind they haven't technically "made it," even if they have a large subscriber base. Have you ever had a dream where you died? Did anything weird happen to your body after it? Yes, a few. Now hang with me, okay? One of my worst nightmares as a kid involved the wicked witch from TWoO turning me into one of those fucking party things that you blow into it and the paper unfurls and her using it killed me. Yo idk. I was really scared of that witch as a kid. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? How about the most realistic? It involved my dad and that's all that needs to be said. Realistic? Hm. This was SO long ago that I barely remember *just* how real it felt, but I remember it felt real as fuck. I was very little when this happened. I dreamed that I went outside to our porch because there was a weird light and when I stepped outside, a swan and a goose flew down from the light onto the porch to become my late grandpa and my deeply beloved cat Midnight, who died from sickness. I'm sure it was just a dream now, but back then, I was VERY convinced it was like a vision from God or something, telling me they were okay and with us. Do you have a favorite fashion trend? What is it? Is there a fashion trend right now that you think is completely ridiculous, and if so, what? What do you think was the worst fashion trend of all time? I don't care about fashion enough to go in depth about all this. I'll tell you right now though that mullets were the worst mistake known to mankind. Do you tend to like original horror movies or re-makes better? What’s your favorite horror movie? Is it an original or a remake? If you're remaking an old one, I'll probably like it more since they're generally not nearly as cheesy. Modern horror movies, I don't have much of a preference. My fave is The Blair Witch Project, and it's an original. What is one characteristic in a person that you cannot stand? What characteristics do you like best in a person? Do you possess any of these characteristics? Those that act violent when they're angry, for one. Those scare me. Some traits that I really like are compassion, patience, genuineness, empathy, kindness just for the sake of being so, stuff like that. I'd like to think I've got some of those. It's notable that in my nightmares, I'm way more violent than I actually am, though. What kind of jeans do you like best? When I actually wore jeans, they were like solely skinny jeans. What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you? A very abrupt and poorly-executed breakup after a long-term relationship and falling way, way too hard to be healthy. Does it still bother me? PTSD is stapled on my fucking forehead if you know the slightest about it. I've healed a whole lot, but I'm pretty sure it's a scar that's never going to even fully seal.

[wolfiethewriter]

Drunk Aizen (and his 2 braincells) wip

My drunk Aizen wip, posted for @catsafarithewriter​ for all her drunk Aizen needs :)   @illmoure you may also enjoy this.

summary - Aizen drunkenly tries to pick up his husband in a bar on a night out with Renji and the pack. Much to the amusement of… everyone. (somewhat heirverse related)

Gin sipped his drink and watched them all. They’d been so welcoming. Honestly he hadn’t really known what to expect, a bunch of rowdy punks maybe? But they’d all shattered his expectations and all been very sweet to him. Even inviting him for drinks at the Wolf Den Tavern. Hell, they’d even said Sousuke could come.

Though Aizen was working late tonight so he’d meet them later. Around seven-ish. Which was… Gin looked at his watch… right about now. Oh, no, wait. That was an hour ago. Oops. Gin sheepishly made his way through the Friday night crowds in search of his partner, who he quickly found searching for him. And… very drunk. “Sousuke?” Gin called to him. And his lover turned around, face breaking into the biggest grin imaginable when he saw him. “Hello, gorgeous,” Sousuke smiled. Putting an arm round his shoulders and kissing him. “Now what’s a beautiful place like you doin’… in a guy like this?”

That earned him some snickering from Renji who’d appeared behind Gin. “See he found the place then huh?” Renji smirked. “And the bar.” Gin’s cheeks flushed a little. But Aizen didn’t stop there. “You must be exhausted, though.” He smirked. “You’ve been running through my mind all day.”

Gin cheeks flushed pinker at that and Renji laughed. “Sousuke…” Gin half groaned. “Listen. My buddies over there,” Aizen whispered in his ear, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to Zaraki, Ikkaku and Yumi at the table behind him, “bet me that I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful person in the tavern. What should we do with all their money?”

Gin blinked. His face was on fire now. “Uhh… pay your bar tab?” He offered. “Cuz ya clearly got beer goggles on right now - ya know there’s loadsa people better looking than I am.” Aizen made a dismissive gesture and snorted. “Psh. My eyes are fiiiiine.” He slurred. Drink nearly spilling in his hand. “And I think you’re pretty so shuddup.” Renji smirked. “You tell him Aizen.”

Gin glanced at Renji “who’s side’re ya on?” “Yeah. I will.” Aizen said. Then turned to Gin again. “Realll beutful. I hope you know CPR, because you’re’ takin my breath away!” Gin heard the laughter of Zaraki and Co as well as Renji and tried to resist the urge to facepalm.

“Okay let’s go find us a table.” Gin suggested. Steering Sousuke away from the others who would no doubt be snickering about this for days. He and Renji propped the drunken idiot up between them and made their way to a booth. Renji sitting opposite them. Allen drank the rest of his drink and looked at his empty glass. “Why is the rum gone?” He asked sadly. “Barkeep! More rum! I seem to have misplaced mine and I need more!” “I think you’ve had enough for t'day…” Gin said gently. Smiling softly. Really, Aizen had two braincells when he was drunk. “And you didn’t lose it, you drank it.”

“No I lost it.” Aizen answered. Suddenly perking up. “You know what else I lost? My phone number.” And at that he leant against Gin and sighed softly. “Can I have yours?” Renji guffawed and Gin just sighed. Two braincells indeed. “Sousuke we live together. We share the same phone number.”

X~X

Renji was losing it. Aizen was using the most hilariously awful pick-up lines on his husband, who was blushing and shaking his head. He watched, stifling his laughter as his former captain unabashedly tried again. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by you again?” Gin shook his head again, wearing an expression that was equal parts frustration and indulgence. “Ya saw me earlier, Sousuke! We need ta get you some water, or yer gonna be hungover t'morrow.”

Renji turned and subtly gestured for his friends to come closer. He saw Gin frown at him, but this was just too good not to share. As they gathered, the oblivious captain of the 5th grinned at Gin. “Your eyes are bluer than the Atlantic ocean. And I don’t mind being lost at sea!” Gin sighed and tapped his forehead on the table. “Sousuke, ya know my eyes’re red.”

Aizen just grinned brightly. “Okay, fine. Lost in the Red Sea, then.” Snickering from their small audience had Renji almost rolling. This was hilarious, yet sweet that Aizen was outlandishly flirting with his partner. It reminded him of how goofily in love he was with his own boyfriend. Speaking of…Byakuya was approaching him with two glasses of Krak'n'Coke, one of their mutual favorite mixed drinks. He wrapped an arm around the noble’s waist and took the offered drink, nodding at Aizen. The bespectacled captain was still dropping lines like bombs, looking proud of himself. “Are you a camera, Gin? Cause every time I look at you, I smile!” Gin sighed, yet his smile was indulgent. “Yeah, like an idiot.” Renji grinned at the smaller Soul Reaper at his side. “Am I that bad when I’m drunk?”

Byakuya smirked over at Gin. “Heavens spare us drunk lovers, hmm?” The silver-haired captain nodded, still smiling. “And horrible pick-up lines.” “I’ll drink to that,” Byakuya said. And he did. “By the way How do you even forget your own phone number?” He asked. “By gettin’ real blotto. Apparently.” Gin answered. “I bet he don’t even remember where he lives either.”

Aizen saw his opportunity and seized it. “Yeah, I can’t remember where I live.” He said, in an attempt to sound pathetic. “Can you take me home and let me spend the night with you? I’ll be really good.” “Sousuke weren’t you listening when I told ya we live together?” “Well no. I was too distracted by how pretty you are.” More giggles. Zaraki howled wit laughter.

Gin wanted to hide under the table. He settled for groaning and covering his face. “Are you quite sure I can’t have your number?” Aizen tried again, the picture of drunken smoothness. “Or how about a kiss instead?” “Sousuke, no.” “Sousuke, yes.” “No.”

Aizen’s face was the picture of disappointment. “Oh.” He said slowly. Thinking for a moment. “Well what about this, then. I say a thing and if I’m wrong you have to kiss me.” Gins face burned. Their small audience grew a little and everyone was whistling and urging him to agree. “Okay. Fine.”

Aizen smirked. Tasting victory. Which also happened to taste like rum. “Alright.” He said deviously. “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but bears don’t exist, right?” Gin sighed, Renji snickered. Everybody laughed. “Am I right or do you have to kiss me?”

Gin groaned. Wondering for a moment if he could convincingly make the argument that bears existing was just a conspiracy theory. Because if he admitted defeat everyone would be laughing at this for weeks. He was just hoping the ground would swallow him when Zaraki’s laughter sounded across the pub. Along with catcalls and wolf whistles. And the chants of “Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Gina sighed. He guessed he had no choice.

[imagine-a-killingharmony]

V3 Boys + Getting Checked Out

The v3 boys catching their s/o checking them out at the beach ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and even better if they overhear s/o complimentary their bODY UPUPUPUPU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

oh my god how scandoulous- wait a minute

Kiibo. Oh my god this went from scandalous to hilarious for me in seconds I’m sorry, IM JUST GIGGLING NOW PFFT T TT,,,

but honestly I’m embrassed but I’ll try my best to be saucy for you guys, and though I love Ryoma, it feels wrong to do it for him considering he looks like a... baby?? Then Gonta’s literally babey mind so nnn for that too, but I can try with Gonta.

.. also I can’t believe monokuma sent me a request

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

You just enjoy checking Kiibo out, there’s completely nothing different about him, he’s just wearing ten tubes so he doesn’t drown when he enters the sea, he went through much preparation so he doesn’t get harmed in the process, he wouldn’t want to sink...

“... S/O? Is there something on me, your looking at me... Oh... goodness! Are you doing it again? S/O you know I hate it when you look at me like that...”

He’s wearing tubes, there’s nothing sexually appealing about this, but boy is cute totally! Especially with the way he blushes, it makes your heart go ba-boom!

“... But it’s so cuuuuuuute~? C’mon it’s cute.” You reply. “Let me hug my cute cute boyfriend, c’mere.”

“...Then... please stop staring at me like that...! I-It makes all my heating sensors heat up, my metaphorical heart rush...”

“Okay! Okaaay!”

You tackle-hug Kiibo into the sea, earning a loud scream from the robot, it’s totally worth it.

Shuichi Saihara

When Shuichi had walked out of the changing rooms, you were slightly stunned by what you saw, he was slightly pale, you had known this before but he had a skinny... lean physique, he was wearing a black hoodie a tanktop underneath it, then there was his swimtrunks which seemed a bit... tight, he ran underneath the parasol you had bought together.

“I-I made it...” He huddled up against the parasol, making sure he stayed in the shading, regaining his breath his chest heaving up and down...

“... S/O? Are... you alright?” Shuichi noticed your eyes scanned neatly onto his arms, you silently nodded your head, then wiped at your mouth.

“Nothing, you just look ho- I mean, hot. Yeah you look really hot, you should take off that hoodie, maybe the tanktop to get less hot.” Holy crap, is it dry? You feel really thirsty, really really thirsty, like Sahara dessert thirsty.

Shuichi’s face went completely red, he pulls the hoodie over his head as he shake it back. “... A-Ah, um no. I-I don’t... think I should... I-I ah... feel hot, sure, but I really just don’t want to get tan.”

“Yeah yeah yeah that’s understandable, I understand- I need to get a drink, holy shit.” You picked yourself up to sprint towards the nearest vending machine to stop this unrelentless thirst that just hit you.

...

Shuichi looked down, equally as embrassed as you, did you think he... looked good, that would be the only logical reaction.

He looks down at himself, huffing at the heat, both from the sun and from his heart which pounded in his chest...

You both didn’t talk since you came back with water, nor did you go to look at each other, you went your separate ways until the car ride... how fun.

Ryoma Hoshi

[Sorry! Ryoma’s a bit... messed up for this request, so I’ll hold off of him for it! Really sorry!]

[This is only because Mod Shumai’s a bit uncomfortable about writing this with Ryoma... so he won’t be done.]

Kaito Momota

When the two of you entered the beach, you didn’t expect to see your boyfriend suddenly throw off his jacket, well gently press it against the chair you two had bought, before throwing off his shirt right with it, he already had his trunks on, in seconds he was already ready to jump into the ocean.

He... was muscular, he had worked out often, so it wasn’t odd for you to see him sporting... a good set of muscles, then his broad chest to his... his... and oh what the fuck can space training do to a man.

You sputtered at the sight of the shirtless boyfriend, smiling straight at you, he tilted his head as he gestured towards the sea. “C’MON! LAST ONE THERE’S A ROTTEN EGG!” Of course he noticed you staring, yet you forget...

Kaito Momota’s a dense motherfucker, a completely dense one with any attraction that’s set to himself, he started to run towards the seat before jumping in with a large: “WOO-HOOOOOO!”

You follow him trying to hide the large blush that’s found your ways into your features, damn you Kaito. Damn you, for space-training, being so athletic, damn you for being hot.

Rantaro Amami

Do you think he, wouldn’t have noticed, he thought it was apparent the very second he stepped out of the dressing room, with the way you were staring at him, he found out it was hard not to see how obvious it was.

He quietly put his hoodie on, it was hard to see any of his muscles, he wasn’t ripped or anything but he had a nice figure, chuckling to himself as you continued to stare, and hid it to no avail, he almost felt bad as he gave you a little pat on the head.

“Haha, even though you try to act all calm and collected... your a pretty pervey’ lil’ guy aren’t you? Haha, I get it... but you should do that when we’re alone. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell a soul, haha.” He says this, he actually says this.

“Promise.”

...

Rantaro how could you say this, this is literally the worst way this could have gone, you feel your cheeks heat up, as he goes to sit by himself, as if he’s totally fine you were just checking him out.

Oh my god he probably is completely fine with the fact you were checking him out...

Damn this is awkward...

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta...? Well I’m not describing how he exactly looks as he runs towards the ocean, very excited to go swimming with S/O!

His eyes are glimmering like jewels as you follow along, trying to keep your eyes off how... seriously ripped Gonta is, your honestly surprised he hasn’t ripped all the clothes he has...

“... you look good.” You tell him quietly, well you think it a bit more, trying to cover your eyes away from the sight.

Luckily Gonta throws himself into the ocean, so your spared the embarrassment of having such... thoughts, Gonta’s a gentlemen so the partner he dates should be... pure too!

He doesn’t notice a thing, he’s too excited with the ocean, he takes that red face of yours as heat pain, which only makes him gesture you to follow Gonta!

... yeah, no bad thoughts.

Kokichi Ouma

When Kokichi has noticed your eyes were trained on his collar, the place where he normally kept his checkered scarf he wore a tanktop and some swimtrunks that looked slightly big for him, he smiled to himself and...

Teased you, burnt you to ashes, just pulverized you.

“Heeeey~? S/O, do you like what you see?” He poses, placed his hands onto the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up slightly with that childish smirk. “... Great! Cuz’ I love-love-love you a whole bunch too, do you want to see more? Hehe..

“Kidding, you aren’t getting much more than this, I leave up a loooooot to the imagination.

“You big pervert, neehee- Wait where are you going?”

“Home.”

Korekiyo Shinguuji

...

“... Korekiyo... are you willing to take that mask off?”

While you should be amazed by the fact you see an inch of skin from the swimtrunks he’s wearing, which gains a little bit of a faint blush, that’s immediately overshadowed by the fact Korekiyo’s wearing much more than you expected considering this is a BEACH a very hot day at that.

But over that all? Korekiyo’s still wearing his mask, a hoodie, and those dastardly bandages wrapped around his fingers, he shakes his head.

“Prefer to not.”

... well, then.

You spend the rest of the day under the parasol, giving faint glances to the skin you can actually see, he doesn’t make comment when he sees you looking at him oddly.

At least you got something out of all this?

[cc-sketchbook]

I don’t normally write fanfiction but I was inspired by a post by @riathedreamer  which is located here 

Title: “Margarita” Author: Chaos Child Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Simmons & Grif Pairings: Grimmons? A little fluff? Warnings: Pg13 for the most part, drinking (obviously), language, nothing really beyond the scope of what the show contains. If there is something you think needs to be put in warnings let me know and I’ll add it.  Notes: None really other than this is unbeta’d. Enjoy! :D

”Margarita” by Chaos Child In retrospect, that probably wasn't a margarita.

Not that Simmons had ever had a margarita.

Not to say of course that he'd never drank before! Because he had! He had! He'd nicked some stuff from his parents when he was in his rebellious teen phase, he'd knocked back a beer or two with Grif when they were off-duty. And on-duty... that one time. ONE TIME! Okay!?...… Okay, more than one. He'd just never had a margarita before now, they were all fruity and stuff, right? And that was associated with girls, right? Or was that martinis? Either way best not to risk it. No reason to purposefully invite mockery and humiliation...

But, yeah... Yeah, that probably wasn't a margarita, at least not a normal one. Or maybe it was... But Grif had said... He'd said, that since they were here in the Vegas Quadrant they should do something fun, something silly or stupid so they could have a good laugh about it. It had taken a fair bit of whining and several "but Simmoooons"s for him to give in and tell Grif to "just get me whatever." from the overly colorful bar. Sure enough, in almost no time at all, the Hawaiian had returned with a nearly picturesque bright red margarita, and a... something, in an overly tall glass, an almost glowing neon blue beverage, topped with different kinds of fruit, including pineapple (because of fucking course), and a red crazy straw. Exactly the sort of thing Surge would never approve of. So in other words, perfect for Grif.

Yeah, in retrospect he probably shouldn't have trusted anything his teammate had brought him, a little voice reminded him. Not that he was paying attention to it. Like at all. Because yeah. Yeah. He was buzzed.

More than buzzed.

Buzzed was an understatement.

He was fucking HYPER!

"Grif, Griiiiiiiiiff!" Oh wow was that whining him? Did he really sound like that? That was hilarious!

Simmons broke into a fit of giggles.

"Grif! Hey, fat-ass!"

"Jesus Simmons, what?" said fat-ass finally answered, failing to hold back his own laughter.

"Let's go do something!"

Grif grinned, "Like what?"

"I don't knooooow!" Simmons warbled, "Just something! Something I can do! ‘Cause, 'm, 'cause oh my god I'm so charged man!"

"I dun know... I was kind of thinking I'd hit the buffet, then maybe catch some z's." That was probably sarcasm, but what if it wasn't?!

"No!" Simmons gasped, with a scandalized drama that would have made Donut proud, and crouched to match Grif's eye level.

No, too far. Closer. Wait, no, that was the table. Oh, yeeeeeaaah, they were still in the bar weren't they? For an all too brief moment of clarity he realized how stupid he must look, practically kneeling on the likely filthy floor, peering over the edge of the table like a child, pleadingly, at his still seated and probably nowhere near as drunk teammate.

"Grif?" he asked, quietly, an abrupt gearshift from his previous mood. "Grif, am I weird?"

"Absolutely." came the immediate reply.

The cyborg whined mournfully and looked down at the floor. He'd messed up somehow, hadn't he? And now he was weird again, and no one would be his friend and he was gonna be all alone and he didn't know where anything was and he just wanted to go do something! And-

"Hey." Simmons nearly smacked his face on the edge of the table as he was suddenly pat on the head, "Let's go," the red head grinned in delight at his compatriot. "don't know when you'll actually want to go do something fun again, better take advantage now."

"Yes!" Simmons leaped to his feet, oh wow he could just hug Grif! So he did! Kind of. It was closer to falling onto, but with more standing involved. "We can't do the dukes of hazard thing though, at least I don't think, cause they'll get mad. Plus we don't have a warthog..."

Grif laughed, "Yeah, nah, don't worry, this is the Vegas Quadrant, there's plenty of shit to do here."

"Yeah! Yeah, let's go do some stuff!"

So they did.

There was a comedy show, which was hysterical, Simmons couldn't remember laughing that hard in a long time. He'd been good too! Like really good, he hadn't shouted or corrected the comedian at all! Even though he wanted to, his bit about Star Trek had been completely wrong, like utterly wrong. Probably hadn't even watched the series at all. Poser.

He'd ended up bouncing his leg a lot though, probably too much, cause Grif had noticed, and suggested they go do something that involved walking, but not too much. "Enough so that you don't explode or something."

It had taken some pleading and the promise of the existence of benches but Grif finally agreed to the aquarium. Because maybe he was drunk enough to be nostalgic for home? Hawaii had lots of oceans and shit, right? He thought it did. He'd never been to Hawaii.

At least Grif seemed to be having fun watching Simmons from the aforementioned benches as he bounced around in front of the large display tanks, babbling out what he knew about the marine life inside. Most of it was probably even true! And didn't that fish look just like Caboose? A Sail Fish! Or Sale fish? Sael? Sun Fish? Ocean Sunfish? That big stupid one that ate jellyfish and had about as much brain power as a rock. That one.

Grif chose after that, which was really only fair after all, and they ended up in a retro style arcade. The sign on the outside declared that it was an "Adult Arcade" but all this apparently meant was that they served booze inside and had "M" rated fighting games rather than having more... unsavory sorts of things. Something to which Grif voiced a mild displeasure before dragging Simmons to said nearest fighting game.

It was totally the alcohol in his system that made it easy for Grif to wipe the floor with him, he was just too jittery, too hyper. It made it hard to sit still. It was absolutely not because he was total shit at them. Fuck off!

He turned it around at the dancing game though! Which was great because he was pretty sure he also sucked at dancing. Or didn't. Or was too self-conscious? Or something. Probably was because Grif was too out of shape to dance more than a few songs. But did DDR really count as dancing, really? A mystery that might never be solved...

And there was that crane game too! They got kicked out for that, or well, asked to leave, probably, maybe, hard to tell because he kind of wasn't paying attention. Cause Grif had snorted at it when they walked by, something about it being a ripoff, and he'd agreed but pointed out that if you knew how to do it you could totally win whatever you wanted, was just all about math and shit, and Grif had said “prove it.” and so he did! Just had to know how to talk to the machine, with math! Cuz see they were sort of related, cause he was part robot... cyborg! He was a cyborg! So yeah! And then Grif just started pointing to all the ones he wanted and so he just kept winning them, and then some guys came over and Grif started arguing with them or something, again, not really paying attention, he was too busy lining up the claw at juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust the perfect angle to snag that crazy fluffy pink, (light-ish red) bunny, that totally looked like Donut, maybe, if Donut was a rabbit, but the point was-!

Then they were outside, like outside, and Grif was hefting a bag full of all the stuffed things Simmons had won and grumbling something about the people who owned the place being a “bunch of greedy assholes”. Least they got to keep the prizes. It would have been so sad if they didn't. How would the Donut Bunny get home to the not Bunny Donut? It was like all those movies with the dogs who get lost and go like a million miles and learn to play piano just to make it home to the little white bread suburban child who loved them.

That would be later though because NOW, they were in the park, a park, a playground, at like a school or something? Kind of weird, but made sense. People who worked here probably had kids, kids needed to go to school, so they could grow up to be model members of society, and probably alcoholics, who knew way too much about math and how pi worked and shit, and they probably had space dogs too.

Grif was on the swing, one of them, watching as Simmons sort of wobbled along, trying to walk on his hands, he was mostly succeeding, except gravity was all weird so he kept falling over. With a sigh he gave up, well took a break, Reds never surrendered, he told Grif this.

“If you say so dude.” the larger man chuckled, peering downwards at him, swinging slightly back and forth.

Simmons hummed, looking up at the night sky, a few meager stars straining to be seen against the astounding amount of light pollution, head still swimming pleasantly, but the crazy manic energy high or whatever, seemed to be maybe wearing off now. Perhaps? He felt kind of floaty, maybe a bit sleepy? The grass was surprisingly comfortable. For lab designed genetically modified grass anyway. Perfect science grass. Perfect in every way. Not like him though.

The cyborg raised a wobbly metal hand in front of his face, probably too far out, looked like he was maybe trying to grab one of those sad flickering stars, trying so hard to be seen in the sky, not like the grass at all. He told Griff that too.

He got a 'hum' in reply.

“Hey... Hey, Griff?” Simmons asked.

“Yeah?”

“I'm a mess...” he blinked slowly in the silence, in a weird sort of way, where it took his artificial eye a few millionths of a second to catch up to the human one or was it the other way around? He probably looked drunk. Probably was drunk, probably. “We're a mess.” he corrected.

“Yeah, but hey, whatcha gonna do?”

“Fix it?”

Griff burst out laughing, “Like what? Like are you asking me to fix it? Or are you just saying someone should fix it?”

Simmons rolled a little bit more onto his side facing his... his um... “Hey, Grif? Are we-” Teammates? Companions? Buddies? Friends? Lo- “-Losers? Can you fix that?” Fix me?

“I don't know? I guess you only really 'fix' that by like practicing things and shit? Too much trouble most of the time. Sometimes you just stay a loser no matter what you do. But who cares? If you're a loser you don't gotta do shit, no one expects anything of you so you never get asked to do things you don't want to do. Better that way.” Grif said, somehow forming a suitable answer to what would not have passed as an actual question in most circles. Which they were not.

“Am I boring?”

“Nah, only like... 40% of the time.”

Simmons grinned stupidly, “Oh good, that's less than half!”

A comfortable silence fell over them for a couple of minutes.

“Grif?”

“Yes?”

“I had fun.”

“Good.”

“I'll probably be mortified tomorrow though. We can never go back here, you know that right?”

Grif snorted, “We? Not just you?”

Simmons' brow furrowed, “As though you'd ever come here without me. You totally won't ever go alone, and who else would you take?”

“Tucker?” Griff offered seriously, before immediately breaking the facade at Simmons' baleful glare laughing, and really wasn't that just the best sound? “Fuck, who am I kidding? Tucker is an asshole.” He made a face, “And weirdly into my sex life, really into it, it's creepy, weird as fuck.”

“I know riiiiiight?” Simmons warbled, Tucker was so fucking weird, probably morally bipolar with how he seemed to flit back and forth between attempting to be a decent guy and a literal pile of trash. And he knew being bipolar didn't work that way! It was a metaphor okay!? He was drunk alright?! Though less so now maybe, drunk enough to know he was drunk.

“Oi, are you falling asleep down there?” Grif called down to Simmons after a couple of unresponsive minutes.

“No.” Simmons tittered back, “Might not be so bad though, grass is comfy.” he frowned, scrunching his face in a way that might have been cute if it was on a child and not a full grown man. “I think I'm starting to crash...” He tried to roll over again and only partially succeeded, arms flopped oddly in front of and behind him, “I'm so fucked uuuup.”

He heard the rattle of a chain and then saw the slightly blurred shape of Grif's shoes in front of him.

“I've known that since the literal second I met you dude.” the shoes' owner snickered, crouching down a bit to poke his teammate's head with a finger, “No passing out, if you're gonna do that then we're going back to the hotel. Probably should anyway, I think it's like 4 am.”

“4 am? I've only heard about that in hushed whispers and legends!” Simmons said with a dopey grin, earlier melancholy forgotten. He tried to sit up but instead flopped a bit on the grass while Grif continued to laugh at him.

He squinted again, this time at the semi blurry image of his teammate, not like, 'I can't tell what that is any more' level of blur, but like, '60's sci-fi Vaseline on lens' kind of blurry. Was oddly pleasing, in an aesthetic sort of way. Word salad sort of way. Train of thought sort of way. That lead to other thoughts, and other trains, that went to places he wasn't really sure he wanted to think about at the moment. Mostly because he couldn't remember where he was going with that.

“Grif. Be my legs.”

“No.”

“But I gave you my leeeeeeeeeeg, and my lungs, and an arm, and most of my other organs and some skin.” He gave Grif a far too serious and also far too stupid glare, “Grif.” he said, like a revelation, like an accusation, “I gave you my heart.” How DARE you, Sir!

It took about five seconds of awkward and yet somehow hysterical silence before they both burst out laughing. Laughing so hard that Grif was actually holding his sides and gasping “It hurts it hurts!” while Simmons made noises that to an outside view probably sounded a bit disturbing as his artificial lungs (or the assortment of crap that passed for them) tried to figure out what their owner wanted them to do.

“Okay, okay you win. I can't argue with that.” Griff finally managed to choke out, swaying a bit up to his feet, reaching out to grab Simmons hand and haul him up. “I'm not carrying you though, you can lean on me but that's it.”

Simmons wobbled dangerously, vision fucking off with his sense of balance for a moment when he suddenly became upright.

“I agree to these terms.” he said dramatically, somewhat flinging himself into the offered arm, tossing his own over Grif's shoulders as gravity gave a valiant but thankfully futile attempt at taking him down again.

“Okay, so now we just gotta make it a couple blocks, I think, to the main road, then we can get a cab. Cause fuck if we're walking to the hotel.”

“Oh my god Grif what if we get mugged!” Simmons suddenly tittered, causing them both to sway until Grif directed him back into walking in the right direction.

“No one is gonna mug us dude,” Grif lightly shook the bag of prizes Simmons had 100% forgotten about, “bunch of stuffed animals? We probably look weird as hell. Probably get arrested more like if they found us at the playground.”

“Noooo,” Simmons wailed dramatically, flinging his free arm around Grif, allowing his feet to drag, “Griff no, I don't wanna go to jaaaail.”

“We're not going to jail either man, chill.” his teammate chided, aww, not funny then,  “And let go, this is dangerously close to carrying, I will drop you.”

“You suck.”

“You suck.”

“Suck Dick!”

“...What?”

“You heard- nothing! You heard me.”

Grif raised a thick eyebrow but didn't comment further, which really was for the best.

It didn't take long to get a cab once they got back to a busier part of town, at least Simmons didn't remember it taking long, but who was he to say? He'd been right before about crashing, all the manic energy he'd had before was gone at this point, and he was all but out like a light when Grif finally got the door to their room open.

He managed to make it to the nearest bed without planting face first into the floor. Small mercies.

“Oi!” he dimly heard from the doorway as he plopped onto the mattress, “That's my bed man, I called it when we got here.”

“Don't care,” was the muffled response, “Go sleep in the other one. 'm tired...”

“No way, I called dibs, you think I won't just sleep there any way you're fucking wrong.”

“Don't care.”

Simmons distantly felt the mattress move as Grif made good on his word and flopped down on the other side of the bed. Really though, who cared? The bed was big enough. One nice thing about military paid vacations, first class, all the way.  

“Wow, you're really out of it huh?”

“Mmmm hmm...” Oh, before he forgot.

“Grif?”

“I'm not moving dude, this is my bed.”

“No, no, no.” He mumbled, “Need a favor.”

“Oh careful what you ask for, might cost you.” he could practically hear the grin in Grif's voice

“That's fine,” Simmons replied, wouldn't be that bad Grif was mostly just talk, probably want like a box of hohos or something, “See that?” he limply flung a hand in the general direction of where he assumed Grif had put the bag of prizes.

“The lamp...?” Grif asked in confusion, “it's already off man, what you need it on? Scared of the dark?”

“No,” Simmons flopped his other arm, “The bunny. Pink one.”

“What about it?”

“Mail that to Donut in the morning for me.”

“And I have to do it because?”

“Because sober me won't do it. You know how Donut can get, so I won't do it, but I still think he'd like it.”

“Yeah, he wouldn't.” Grif agreed, “But I don't want Donut thinking it's from me either.”

“No, you can put my name on it, just know I'll wuss out on mailing it back. Don't want people to think things.”

Probably another eyebrow raise, “Things?”

“Embarrassing things... Don't want people thinking I'm weird.”

“Uh, huh... Well if that's what you want. I'll think of a way you can pay me back later unless you freaking out afterward is funny enough.”

Simmons grunted softly as he felt a friendly pat on his back, burrowing his face into the pillow. “'S fair.”

He yawned, hearing Grif's own not long after.

“...Hey, Grif...?”

“... Yeah...?”

“I had fun.”

“Me too.”

“Night Grif.”

“Night.”

END

[moricatlibrary]

The Moon and The Sea

Short mourning blurb:

In which Ymir stops by to chat with her friend Armin one evening near the end of her 13 years to talk about the late Eren Yeager on the beach.

I love any excuse to write Ymir and especially to write her up against Armin and ESPECIALLY to write eremin and yumihisu supporting each other, so this was a hecka fun blurb to write! I’m not at my computer right now so I will edit the italics and such later.

Enjoy if you can!!!

Armin watched as the waves crashed on the shore, the familiar smell of salt and brine traveling up through his nose. He swept his thumb over his own arm, holding himself tight as he rested against the sea stack in front of the sea on his home beach. Over a year had passed since the tragedy that everyone knew Armin would struggle to recover from… The smell of the ocean and the sound of the endless waves in the wind was something he associated with Eren’s loss ever since that awful day. While the tears fell less often than they did at the beginning, the empty place in his heart never stopped howling for his lover to come back. It never stopped hurting. Of course Armin expected as much, and was rather proud of himself for holding up as well as he was in the mean time though. He’d been traveling, staying in touch with his friends, writing, praying, and dreaming, keeping himself as healthy as possible. But the empty feeling, he knew, would never go away. And some nights, like this one, his heart ached extra woefully…

He blinked slowly, his body simply going through its motions at the moment while his depression depleted him of emotions. He tried not to think, a difficult task for Armin Arlert, but, though slow, his brain still ran through any number of different thoughts… Why does sand feel so hot in the daytime but cold and damp in the evenings, like this one? He supposed the crumbled rocks and shells in it just conducted heat from the sun very well. Why does the light blue sky turn lavender, pink, and violet in the twilight hour like this? Maybe the heavens churn it that way to give humans pleasant sights for comfortable dreams… Why does the ocean have so much salt? No idea. Did god just put it there? Was it whale semen like the outside world teenagers always joked? He hoped not. Maybe there’s a big salt rock somewhere on earth that the waves always smack and carry its essence to all the oceans of the world? No matter… Nothing matters anymore… “Eren…”

“Hey, Shrimplet!” A familiar voice called.

Armin slowly turned around, his heavy body taking its time, and found that the snarky voice came from Ymir.

Ymir swaggered over to Armin’s space and plopped down beside him by the rock. “Ahh, these old bones of mine really don’t work like they used to. ‘My curse’ sure creeps up on you fast, I must say.” She croaned.

The corner of Armin’s lip slightly floated up before floating back down to its empty expression.

Ymir glanced at him and pursed her lips. “Alright, lamb chop, what’s eatin’ you, eh? No one likes a sad sack.”

Armin glanced back but resumed his gaze at the sea just as quickly. “Sorry, Ymir… Just depressed.”

“…Missing your cuddle buddy, eh?”

“… Yeah.”

“Hmm. Well, you know, as morbid as it sounds, you’ve only got 4 years left before the clock strikes for you too. He’ll be waiting for you.”

Armin’s eyes welled up as his throat heated, a cry bubbling through his lips and burning his ticklish nose. He hugged his knees to his chest and buried his face in his arms, crying quietly in spite of Ymir’s presence.

Ymir winced at herself, feeling guilty for misspeaking in her attempts to comfort him. “Ah, not the right thing to say, huh? My bad. That’s what I’d be telling myself if I were you, is all. Historia wouldn’t like that, but what can I say? I’m an honest human being.”

“…Eren wanted me to live. I’m trying my best. And I’m okay for the most part, but there’s still this part of me deep down that wants to hurry up and be with him again…” he confessed, his voice cracking and his tears growing as they fell in big drops from his eyelids. “And I feel like he’d be so ashamed of me… betraying his will for me like that…” He buried his face back in his arms, still crying, while Ymir thought for a moment…

“…That suicidal bastard has no room to talk.”

Armin gritted his teeth at such a disrespectful comment towards his late husband and raised his head back up, but Ymir continued before he could speak.

“As much as he sought after death? He’s got no reason to judge you. My point is, don’t feel shitty over that. He knows you, he knows how hard it is. He’s not gonna be ashamed of you. He’s not gonna be mad. The only thing that big sap would do is hold you and say ‘I’m sorry’ while he drools over your hair and dry humps your knee. You two were gross, you know that? And that’s coming from ME.” She laughed.

Armin’s jaw relaxed and his expression softened again. As always, Ymir knew what to say to him, even if she was horrible at saying it. She was right though… If Eren were alive and sitting there before him, hearing that Armin felt this way, the first thing he’d do is hold him tight, and kiss him, and beg him in a whisper to forgive him and to ‘Just hold on… Just hold on…’ Armin prayed an apology for minding Eren’s will above actually remembering Eren. Eren is always alive if he remembers him… He is always alive… And of course, Eren would just say ‘Hey, come on, it’s not your fault. Everything’s okay. Don’t be sad, please. Crying is my job. I love you, Armin…’

“…You with me, shorty?” Ymir finally asked after Armin seemed to drift off into space in his mind for a long moment.

“Ymir, Historia is grateful for every single second you have with her. Don’t ever change. And give her every second of your time.”

Ymir snorted. “What a sap, you certainly never change, do you, bunny boy?” she laughed, ruffling his hair and smiling to hear him laugh in return. “…So tell me, are there any non-sappy stories about you two getting into mischief over the years?”

“Oh, we got into trouble all the time when we were kids. If there was something I wanted to do, Eren would make sure we’d do it, no matter how much people were against it.” He chuckled. “Oh, there was a time in the trainees corps where the commandant said something really mean to me and Eren got so mad he insisted I help him break into his office and steal his cookie stash. And of course, I said we shouldn’t do that. But of course we did it anyway.”

“I think I remember how this one ends…”

Armin blushed and stifled his embarrassed laughter. “The Commandant made an example of us as soon as he found out the cookies were stolen. He said he would have done nothing about it except the culprits made a fatal mistake he wouldn’t accept from his soldiers in training: We left the cookie tin right out in the open in the cabin during a surprise inspection, crumbs all over our beds. He pulled us both out of roll formation by the hair and displayed us as incompetent fools.”

“That was pretty hilarious!” Ymir commented, hunched over laughing in the cold sand.

“Yeah. But after that he was surprisingly pretty nice to us. He said he liked our gumption. And he actually hoped we would use our team work get back at him for calling me whatever it was he called me. It was strange, really. But it turns out he was fond of Eren anyway for being the son of Carla Yeager.”

“Damn, how did I miss all this gossip?”

“You were MIA when we found out about the Carla thing.”

“Ah, right.”

“Historia missed you a lot back then by the way.”

“Yeah, crazy-eyes told me.” She said, of course referring to Eren. “Say, fuzz nuts… You’re smart. Do you think she resents me at all?…” she inquired sadly.

Armin was surprised. Ymir never showed herself in a vulnerable light… “No, of course not. Why?”

“I don’t know. I’m pretty hard to love sometimes. In the face of a goddess, who wouldn’t be?”

“I understand… That’s why it’s good to have friends. To tell you that it’s all in your head and that you’ve nothing to worry about cuz we can see that she loves you more than anything.” He gave her a reassuring smile and placed his hand on her shoulder affectionately. “Even when you call her friends mean nick names and drink all the wine.”

Ymir snorted again, giving Armin a playful nudge, and Armin could swear he saw her wipe a tear from her eye… “Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking, baby face! Heaven knows I’m a goddess too.”

Armin grinned. “That’s right.”

Ymir sighed and shifted in the sand with an aching groan, ready to stand back up again. “Welp, guess I’m headin’ home. Nice talking to ya, goo goo eyes.”

Armin quickly took her arm. “Ah– wait, wait… Wouldn’t you like to watch the moon rise over the ocean? It’s pretty soul cleansing.”

Ymir beamed. Of course she knew the beauty of the moon… It was her favorite thing in the world. “Yeah, alright.” And with that, she settled back in her sandy seat.

The friends watched as the moon slowly rose over the horizon, chatting about nostalgic memories of their trainee days and gossiping about their lovers. Since talking about Eren was Armin’s best medicine in mourning, he desperately needed this quality time and sent Ymir endless gratitude with his happy eyes. Ymir smiled to herself the entire time, so glad to have had this lovely evening reminiscing with this good friend on the tail end of her life… She never once had a boring conversation with Armin Arlert.

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1-98

thank you my dewd for giving me something to do! ngl was going kinda insane and i’ll take anything over doing chores tbh also sorry if this is hella late

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs usually because they hold more liquid and i use them for everything lol tea, coffee, alcohol, soda

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipops, i like having something in my mouth for long amounts of time(and yes pun intended)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy oh my god. I have such a sweet tooth its ridiculous. I once bought 7 large bags of cotton candy from K days and ate them for the next 2 months even when they got hard and probably nasty lmao i just love that shit. even cotton candy flavoured stuff ( except vodka. thats a trap. )

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

shy, reserved, well behaved basically i was a wimpy little shit

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I like them in glass cups so i can clean it afterwards and use it again later, waste makes me feel guilty

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

if its applied to me? pastel. I love brighter colors after i stopped wearing blacks greys and whites. they feel so good and look so nice. on someone im interested in? sportswear, formal, grunge, goth, pastel, tomboy. in no particular order. if its sportswear stuff that really highlights muscles and how toned they are just MMMMMMMM. formal is fuckkkkkkking attractive. like if the white collar shirt is unbuttoned halfway and the blazer is rolled up? or no blazer but with suspenders and the sleeves rolled up? OMG i will literally lick their collarbones idgaf

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones, mostly because its just healthier for your ears, as much as i like earphones and use them more often i just prefer headphones cuz people usually dont bother me, i do dislike the hat hair though and how bulky they are

8. movies or tv shows?

im kind of a weeb so i much prefer tv shows with regular releases so im not waiting 6 years or something for avengers lol i need my fixxxxxxxxxxx

9. favorite smell in the summer?

after rain smell or during rain smell idk. carnival food? the ocean? just water scents i guess

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dance or volleyball both of which im still doing to this day very happily c:

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

cereal, maybe some nutella, whatevers left over if someone cooked the night prior or just basic bacon eggs and rice. fried rice if im feeling lucky

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Emotions empty. YEET

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard. I’ve had the same spidergwen/ghost spider lanyard since like 2015 and i refuse to use another lol. it feels so cool to yank on the lanyard and swing it around

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

rock candy. hands down. that shit makes me nutty. like if i was an earth bender or some shit i’d make a giant club made of the stuff and smack people with it and lick it afterwards

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

the outsiders probably i mean its not like crazy favourite but like its the one i enjoyed the most out of the ones i was forced to read (i really hate being forced to do shit)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? criss cross as im doing right now lmao or sitting on one of my legs

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? ah shit I just threw them out cuz they were old af but i had these nike high tops with the little puffy thing that inflates the sides of the shoes to make it more comfortable and it was so good in the winter and summer. it like breathed enough to let my feet stay nice and cool but it also stayed warm and never let snow get in my shoes cuz they were so high they acted like boots. i wore those for like my entire highschool experience

18. ideal weather?

raining. or breezy day. wind makes me sleepy and rain makes me excited to jump around in puddles and run as if my lifes calling is pulling me towards it

19. sleeping position? 

I always sleep on my stomach. its my most comfortable position and i knock out so easily if i do. apparently its a family thing too lol my siblings all outgrew it but w.e

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? 

on a laptop or in my journal. the tapping of laptop keys makes me feel productive while writing in my journal makes me feel like itll be saved for the rest of my life

21. obsession from childhood?

psychology and the inner workings of the mind. why something thinks lowly of themselves, why someone thinks highly of themselves, how they came to this decision, why they thought to refuse this and that its really interesting to me to see peoples reasoning

22. role model?

not even a physical person but ALL MIGHT from my hero academia or boku no hero academia. yknow that phrase ? “ what would jesus do?” yeah its “what would all might do?” for me luuuuuuuuuuuuul

23. strange habits?

i dont really know any strange habits myself but im sure my friend justin knows a few

24. favorite crystal?

crystal???? uhhh i dont know much about this but i guess i would go with emerald? since its my birth stone?

25. first song you remember hearing?

a barney song. i shit you not.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

I dont really like the heat all that much. summer is just suffering to me tbh lol like what do you do when youve taken off all ur clothes, ur AC is dead and your room is the highest room in the house where all the heat gathers? nothing. you do nothing. you cry and almost get heat stroke.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

I loooooooooooove snowboarding im not good at it though but god damn its fun. specially with friends and learning together it makes me so happy seeing people grow c:

28. five songs to describe you?

fix you cold play(currently listening to this), im still here (treasure planet soundtrack) by john reznik, Good things fall apart Jon bellion, lost stars Adam levine, After Dark Asian Kung Fu Generation. is what i can say so far? i’ve got tons of songs i relate to those are the ones that just popped into mind

29. best way to bond with you?

be physical. touch me, graze me, be comfortable with me and hold up a conversation. As much as i like talking I LOVE hearing about the people im interacting with. hobbies, dreams, goals, nightmares everything. other than that? just spend time with me. any time is fine. i do prefer really deep conversations at like 3 am lol

30. places that you find sacred?

sacred to me? St. Clements park and not much else. a looooooooooot of shit has happened there. my first kiss, my worst break up, my best make up/make out, my best date. 

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I got these leather boots that do a clack sound on pavement and i feel powerful as fuck. I got this really high quality black formal shirt from le chateau that breathes really well and highlights my figure. I have these black jeans with zippers above and below the kneecap that make me feel dope. so yeah full black lol. theres also this grey sweater i have that flows in the wing like a cape and i feel like a superhero when wind blows it behind me

32. top five favorite vines?

ok ok theres this one i cannot find again for the life of me but its like this asian guy sittin in a stall taking a dump and it cuts to an ice cream dispenser then some dude knocks on the door and the asian guy gasps and it cuts to the ice cream dispenser but goes backwards so the poop is like going back in and the asian guy goes like “ unnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and shudders and i like fucking collapse a lung everytime i think about it. some of king vaders anime parodies are fucking hilarious, the dude who made that vine where “ if johnny has 23 dish soaps” and he goes “ wait why does johnny have 23 dish soaps” and he goes “ mind your business david” while playing with dishsoap lmao. OH OH and that one where the kid puts random shit on his head to signify its his mom like where he goes “ I like ya accent where ya from?” “ im from liberia” “ *in a whisper* oh my bad I like ya accent where ya from” yeah this is longer than i thought i’ll stop it here i still got like 60 questions left

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“lmao” i’ve now used to as a similar term to lol. sometimes i say it in irl like “ le mao” and i internally cringe everytime

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

pizza 73, sleep country canada “why buy a mattress any where elseee” and some spotify ads cuz theyre fucking everywhere

35. average time you fall asleep?

midnight or 10 at the earliest

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

god... uhhh.. one of those rage comics those old ass black n white memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag, i am NOT organized enough for a suitcase plus duffels i can carry across my chest like a backpack

38. lemonade or tea?

oof. lemonade from k days was really gooooooood. but tea is something im always comfortable with.. ill go with tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? cake defnitely. cake tastes more mellow while meringue is like a burst of flavour right away

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

a dude OD’d during school hours or that time a dude had a seisure in class

41. last person you texted?

clarence

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets if i wanna look badass, pants pockets if im just being a panda

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

oooof. uhh leather or bomber. leather because i love biker aesthetic too and bomber just looks comfy

44. favorite scent for soap?

i dont particularly have one but i do like old spice or irish spring

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

SUPERHERO. HANDS DOWN. fantasy second and sci fi 3rd.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

.... naked. only on days i cannot sleep at all

47. favorite type of cheese?

uhh fuck dude uhm.. toss up between cream cheese or parmesan

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

durian. I hate durian. its spiky on the outside, smells like burnt asshole but taste is redeeming

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

inside jokes with justin. just hanging out with the dude I had the best gut wrenching laughs of my life. laughs where my jaw hurt from laughing, i lost feeling in my cheeks, my face was red and couldnt stop crying. those laughs.

51. current stresses?

job security, love life, and friends who are currently getting more and more busy and cant hang out as often

52. favorite font?

IDK? Helvetica?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry and typing.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

People are stupid as fuck. and coworkers are dangerous thanks alex for throwing a kitchen knife at me

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk if it counts since disney always makes fairytales but treasure planet?

56. favorite tradition? 

probably christmas because i think its super important who you choose to spend it with and who you DO spend it with is a sign of how much they mean to you

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

dads abuse, my biggest break up, my friends attempted suicide

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

yknow the devil sign you make by closing your hand in a fist except your pinky and pointer finger? i can make my pointer and pinky touch. I also have been told my volleyball spikes have been really good recently. uhh my dancing I guess? singing?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

EVERYTHINGS FINE WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

My hero academia. hands down.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

You got the makings of greatness in you, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes, you'll get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of! And... well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. TREASURE FUCKING PLANET BOIIIIIIIIIIS

62. seven characters you relate to?

jim hawkins, hikigaya hachiman, shoya ishida, natsuki subaru, Hinata Shoyo, Hiccup, roxas.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

oh god. uhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. learn to fly foo fighters? castle on the hill ed sheeran? man idk im not huge on clubs, just shit from like 2000′s rock bands that white person knows the lyrics to and probably screamed in their room when they were mad

64. favorite website from your childhood?

YTV when they first released those side kick things thos games were so cool except that one day where the sidekick turned into a monster i legit got scared lol

65. any permanent scars?

tons actually and i love em! they remind me that things happened and that i wont ever forget them. currently tryna get a scar for volleyball HEHEHE

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont know much about flowers but roses and lavender is nice. and that flower in philippines where if you touch it, it like curls into itself. 

67. good luck charms?

the keychains people i’ve fallen for have given to me. like this one bullet bill keychain AB gave me when we first met in highschool. i still have it. its faded and chipped in places but i feel like it makes me feel stronger yknow?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

birthday cake vodka. hands down. and i’ve literally tasted my own puss from an infected wound on accident

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

in philippines flies are always swarming around peoples food so what i learned was to rip up the napkin to look like that thing people used to dust the house and it keeps them away if you swing it at them

70. left or right handed?

right handed c:

71. least favorite pattern?

pattern? uhh anything disorienting i guess

72. worst subject?

math. 100% math. 

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

meatball marinara sub with like every sauce from subway

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

8. i think i have a high pain tolerance

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i dont remember.. maybe like 6?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

MASHED POTATOES.FRJISD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

not a big fan of plants....

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

sushi from a grocery store. just cuz im not willing to pay 30 bucks for somewhat fresh stuff from a retaurant

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school id funny enough

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

...what? i guess jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

FIREFLIES OWL CITYYYYYYYYY

82. pc or console?

console. i have a better understanding of how console plays vs computer. computer is too finicky for me and aiming is a lot harder. console i know how people on console move and how i move and how to aim. 

83. writing or drawing?

writing. if i knew how to draw though thatd be a different answer

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio cuz i like to phone in and talk about my experiences lol i got to be on one actually it was dope

84. barbie or polly pocket?

uhhhhhh barbie?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

death. or atleast what happens afterwards

88. your greatest wish?

to be a hero. 

89. who would you put before everyone else?

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Z

90. luckiest mistake?

one time in gym class we were playing dodgeball and i slipped trying to run backwards and a dude threw a ball at me but i kicked it in a way it went straight up and i had enough time to catch it

91. boxes or bags?

boxes, much better leverage and storing is like a game of tetris!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps or overheads. sunlight has glare on my stuff and its hard to play and fairylights arent enough 

93. nicknames?

tin man, AG, metal man, poetry man, silverado, silver city, quick silver anything with silver really.

94. favorite season?

fall and winter. winter being the best

95. favorite app on your phone?

Epic seven

96. desktop background? its a picture of hinata shoyo from HAIKYUU!! doing a spike with wings on his back!

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only 1. thats my own lmao

98. favorite historical era?

uhhhhhh shit idk. they all seemed pretty shitty tbh..........

[austinattack]

do all the questions

is this a fuckin joke? under the cut, damn. 

1.How many concerts have you been to?

i can not count, if you’re really interested in who exactly ive seen i have a page on my tumblr called shows

2. Have you been to any festivals? 

warped tour is the only actual festival cuz fuck that and fuck warped tour lol

3. Which artist/band have you seen the most live? 

i’ve seen Silverstein 11 times :’)

4. First concert you went to? 

Hilary Fucking Duff

5. Last concert you went to?

As It Is in NYC

6. What is your next concert?

Good Charlotte on the 18th!

7. Which artists/bands would you love to see live? 

harry styles. that bitch. 

8. The farthest you’ve traveled to go to a concert? 

buffalo. 5 hours. fuck one direction.

9. Best opening act you’ve seen? 

lmao idk.

10. Worst opening act you’ve seen? 

idk dude.

11. Have you met any bands/artists at a concert? 

yeah, quite a few. 

12. What’s one thing you have to bring to a concert? 

ID usually?

13. What’s the most you’ve paid for a ticket? 

100+ for stupid ass one direction

14. Best concert you’ve been to? 

shit man. idk. this is hard??? i literally don’t have one???

15.Worst concert you’ve been to? 

the first time i saw brand new in like, 2009 or 2010. it was just mega disappointing. but then the times i saw them last year were amazing so.

16. Have you been in a social media post an artist posted after a show? 

a silverstein snapchat

17.Funniest concert memory? 

punching being as an oceans singer in the jaw on accident?

18. Do you buy your tickets as soon as they go on sale, after, or the day of? 

usually right when they’re on sale.

19. Have you ever been noticed by an artist at a concert? 

i mean there’s the “omg they’re totally looking at me” thing?

20. Have you met any internet friends at a concert? 

no :(

21. Which concert that you’ve been to has had the best stage setup/production?

a day to remember a few years back.

22. Have you ever caught a guitar pick, drumstick, got a setlist, etc.?

i’ve gotten set lists before.

23. Favorite concert venue? 

hmmmm. i really liked the filmore in philly, and the electric factory in philly. u go philly.

24. Least favorite concert venue?

idk, big places.

25. Which do you prefer: indoor or outdoor concerts? 

indoor.

26. Which do you prefer: clubs, theaters, arenas, or stadiums? 

clubs.

27. Have you ever missed school or work to go to a concert? 

usually if i take time off work it’s for a show, so.

28. Have you ever been surprised with tickets from someone? 

hilary duff in 2005 thanks mom

29. Who do you enjoy going to concerts with? 

i like going with my friend george the best. 

30. General admission or seated concerts?

general admission. i hate seats SO much.

31. Have you been to multiple dates for one tour? 

no. 

32. Have you been to concerts 2 or more days in a row?

yeah! lmao in like 2007 or something i saw paramore on a tuesday and panic at the disco the next day or something. it was wild.

33. Have you ever received free tickets from a contest or an artist’s crew?

i’ve gotten in free to a silverstein show because i wrote an article about it.

34. Have you been front row and/or back row for a concert? 

i don’t really try to get to the front anymore. i like to dance too much and when you’re so far up you usually can’t move around.

35. Have you ever gotten sick, bruised, or broken a bone after a concert?

well, i got sick ON at a show. girl threw up her taco bell all over me. i sliced my knees up at warped tour during the first fuckin band of the day. i’ve been bruised billions of times lol. i also got a black eye once.

36. Have you ever had surprise guests at a concert you attended? 

we the kings played an all time low show by surprise once, 

37. Did you start listening to an opening act after you saw them in concert? 

at taste of chaos (i think) is the first time i heard blessthefall and they were the first band and i loved them so.

38. What’s the latest you’ve got home from a concert? 

idfk??

39. When is the earliest you’ve arrived to a venue for a concert?

we got to an all time low show like, two hours early once and i hated it because it was snowing and freezing but my friend brought stuffed fuckin shells so we ate real good.

40. Have you seen your favorite artist in concert? 

i’ve been lucky enough to see all of my favorite bands live

41. Longest you’ve waited in line for a concert? 

see above. two hours.

42. Have you ever attended a concert alone? 

often. usually. 

43. What’s the best part of a concert in your opinion? 

my favorite thing is when the singer stops singing and the crowd sings all of it UGH.

44. Have you ever heard/seen an artist soundcheck before their show? 

nah.

45. What’s the biggest venue you’ve been to a concert at? 

roger wilson stadium for one direction.

46. What’s the smallest venue you’ve been to a concert at? 

the loft in poughkeepsi. 

47. Have you ever had side stage seats? 

nah. not my thing.

48. Which venue have you been to the most concerts at? 

upstate concert hall (northern lights) in clifton park

49. Do you post a lot about a concert you’ve attended on social media or very little? 

i usually post that im there…and maybe a detail after.

50. Has a concert or tour you were planning on going to got cancelled? 

i actually don’t think so? thank you Jesus.

51. Have you seen a band in concert before a member left the band / they broke up? 

i saw avenged sevenfold with the the Rev.

52. Favorite song you’ve heard live? 

all of them. idk.

53. Have you ever seen an artist/band play an album in full?

Brand New played the devil and god, and Enter Shikari played take to the skies.

54. Which artist would you refuse to see in concert? 

idk? bands i don’t like? lol.

55. What’s the craziest thing a fan has done at a concert you’ve been to? 

idk. i could tell you about the one direction show but all that crazy happened before the show.

56. Which venue(s) would you love to go to for a concert? 

it would be neat to go to msg. 

57. Have you ever been to a concert at a venue that no longer exists? 

im not sure.

58. Have you ever lost something/got something stolen at a concert?

i lost socks the first time i saw brand new. my socks fucking came off and i lost them. 

59. Have people made fun of you or laughed because of how you were acting at a concert? 

no. lemme fight ya.

60. Have you ever been kicked out of a concert? 

no.

61. Has an artist thrown or spit water on you? 

yeah, stop.

62. Have you ever seen a security guard dance to a song at a concert? 

yeah.

63. Have you seen any acts you don’t like at a concert? 

sure.

64. Have you ever passed out or thrown up at a concert? 

nah. take care of yourself, kids!!!!

65. Have you seen any artists in concerts that you don’t like anymore?

probably.