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new tag drop part two (interactions and ooc tags)

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DNP Rewatch: Giving The People What They Want

Date video was published: 04/15/2018 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 375

Time for the pre-Interactive Introverts videos! So good.

0:04 - “the Dan and Phil in 2018, eh?” line has so many implications with the hindsight of knowing they were planning to come out that year

0:16 - Dan really was proud of that graphic design

0:35 - very different from the first tour when they were really playing up their “characters”

0:46 - Dan immediately thinks Phil is doing this very awkwardly...he really never goes by “Philip”

1:07 - lol at Phil’s scared face

1:22 - Dan had tweeted about a week ahead of this...love that they put Tyler’s tweet in the forefront in editing there 😂

1:39 - we haven’t seen the giant TATINOF “P” in Phil’s background before

1:43 - Phil’s ginger roots in this video! and the little shoulder bump

1:49 - “I was just there as a guest reading the questions” sure.

1:59 - even Dan had to add an “I’m joking” on the end of that. didn’t want to leave any confusion on that

2:13 - I can’t believe they were too surprised about that

2:16 - both of them with soft smiles looking at the screen before playing it 🥺

2:24 - Phil went very northern with the “we look so young!”

2:38 - that wasn’t a horrible era of Phil hair though

2:44 - Phil’s like ‘don’t insult my editing!’ 😂

3:00 - the shock! lol

3:15 - self-aware Dan there with the “literally”

3:21 - Dan putting this clip full frame with no comment was really something 😭

3:26 - how after editing his own videos for years does Phil not know he does the tongue-thing when laughing?!

3:43 - love Phil calling out his own messy room...and pointing out the pants specifically 👀

4:03 - “we’ve still got that in our kitchen” help. the really do keep all the memories

4:09 - Dan now being able to imitate baby Phil’s “light” exactly too is adorable

4:20 - Phil does not look like he wants to give an answer to this on camera

4:37 - Dan calling him “Philip” here after earlier saying it doesn’t work for him, lol

4:45 - Dan refusing to say PINOF is cringe

4:54 - “ten years next year. ten years of knowing you” just 😭

5:06 - the difference in colors in the piles is hilarious. also Dan with an inside-out pair of jeans there

5:21 - did they decide to film this in the hallway right outside the bedroom from pure laziness of not wanting to move the clothes anywhere? haha

5:23 - love Dan’s giant grin when he walks out in the first outfit...also Dan looks so good in color!

5:57 - and every time we see Dan wearing these jeans now, all I think of is “crotch slapper.” thanks Phil

6:08 - and Phil does look great in black! he’s got a bit of nervous finger-snapping happening

6:17 - bit of Dan hyena laugh there

6:32 - love Dan’s immediate laughter at “ladybird chic” 😂

6:37 - and the “everything is improved with a bit of glitter” is one of my favorite Phil lines

6:58 - yeah, this one does not look like Phil at all

7:00 - Dan’s “wooo” at the ripped jeans takes me right back to Viewers Pick My Outfits!

7:31 - a good description for the original DITL video

7:55 - the wheel 👀 Phil was not pleased when the tore it down in 2012

8:02 - @calvinahobbes​ explains Dan’s “metaphor” comment SO WELL in the tags of this post

8:15 - “a Manchester macchiato” help 🥺

8:23 - awww, the actual recreation bit

8:56 - fuck they’re fond about that first apartment

9:11 - I actually think they were in Manchester and filmed this before Dan even tweeted for ideas for this video...they must have known “recreate videos” would be a suggestion

9:15 - when this video posted, this was probably the most surprising of the things they actually did. also the one Phil hinted at when promoing this video

9:31 - unnecessary hand gestures from Phil there. “christ” is right, Dan

9:41 - I feel like they could have had a little more floorspace somewhere else

9:55 - “I’m just gonna put my ass in the air and hope for the best” 😂😂 also Dan’s “choice” Phil quote of the video

10:03 - don’t want to know, thanks 😳

10:12 - actually impressed that they managed one

10:33 - Dan with the call out there and also a Dan line that randomly just goes through my head in his exact tone

10:41 - Phil then changing his mind is just great...I think this one is difficult for them because their legs are so much longer than their arms

10:49 - Dan being extra dramatic while Phil just laughs

11:02 - LMAO just...them even picking this one. was a lot.

11:13 - just...what even was this

11:49 - Dan at this point definitely thinks people want them to get a dog for “couple” reasons

12:05 - “meet a new member of the family” 🥺 almost 4 years later, still on actual dog hill

12:34 - they’re wearing the same clothes, but Phil’s wearing different socks so I’m guessing this might have been filmed a different day

13:02 - god all of the dog footage is adorable

13:34 - they talked at some point...in a live show I think? that Phil did not know this one was coming and was actually super nervous about it

13:54 - Phil swears a lot more now on YouTube...just still no “shit” or “fuck”

14:41 - curling up into a protective ball 🥺

14:46 - what happened during that jump cut. somehow the pillow Phil was grabbing got into Dan’s hands, and it’s such an immediate cut in

14:54 - Dan’s smiling so big

15:05 - ahahaha at Dan using the fireworks effect too

15:11 - I like “trapped in a world” there

15:46 - Dan really can’t say anything after calling him “Philip” at least twice during this

16:02 - Phil looks so fond about that. also Dan bleeping “shit” after Phil just said “fuck” ...sure

16:36 - lol at the single tweet with the “archery” suggestion

17:45 - teaser for the next video!

I mean, I love this video, but it’s not one of my favorite joint videos of all time. Like, it wouldn’t make a “top 10″ list for me. And I think that is mostly due to how Dan seems almost...aggressive? in parts of it. Which makes some sense after the reaction to TTLMT and everything. 

I am fascinated by the difference in Dan’s attitude toward their audience in this video versus in the Mukbang after they had met a lot of the audience irl. I really do think the tour was a crucial part of Dan’s journey.

[emptymasks]

sleep comfort for both of you // illinois x reader

So How About That Date? ( A Heist With Markiplier x Reader Collection [SFW])

Pairing: Illinois / Gender-Neutral Reader

Words: 1446

Rating: General Audiences

Read on Ao3

Tags: gender neutral reader | Comfort | Fluff and Hurt/Comfort | Hugs | Everyone Needs A Hug | Fluff | POV Second Person | Mention of insomnia

Notes (more notes at the end): credit and thank yous to people in the @yancy-support-group​ discord server (come and join us) for giving me lots of inspiration for this

Sleep sometimes felt like your worst enemy.

You'd just be laying there at the end of the day all ready to rest and your body would just say no, no sleep for you. No matter how busy or active you had been that day, sleep just wouldn't happen. You'd just lay there staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning in the hope your body would find a position it liked. Laying there for who knows how long and checking the clock to realise you'd been awake for hours at that point. You could often tell when it was going to happen after about the first five minutes of laying down. You couldn't really explain it, but even if you were tired you could feel when your body and brain were just not going to accept sleep that night.

And then on the nights where insomnia wasn't holding you hostage, you'd find yourself kept away by noises and rocks digging into your back in forest shelters and caves and deserts as you stuck by Illinois side. You'd be trying to get to sleep but the slightest wind or dripping or water could keep you awake.

Not Illinois though, that man could sleep anywhere. You supposed he was used to it by now after being on so many adventures and journeys and having to sleep in all sorts of conditions and weathers and climates. He wasn't a heavy sleeper though. Though you were incredibly easily disturbed whilst trying to fall asleep, not everything woke you up once you were actually asleep. It was probably for the best Illinois wasn't a very heavy sleeper as on more than one occasion you'd been awoken by him dragging you awake (and one time giving up and you woke up slung over his shoulders) as the cave ceiling decided it didn't like you anymore and started to rain in on you both.

So he wasn't a particularly heavy sleeper, but he could fall asleep in the tightest and most uncomfortable places, which is why it was such a surprise after laying inside in your nice, warm bed with him, it had been over an hour and you knew he still wasn't asleep. Of course he hadn't said anything, he liked acting all self-sufficient and independent. It had been wonderful to watch that act fade as he got more comfortable around you and you started spending more time together and for you to realise that deep down he's soft and does care (though he still has that bravado). He's just lost so many partners he tries to push people away nonchalantly so that there's no risk of anyone else getting hurt. But you made it clear you were staying and there's no way he could get rid of you now.

You rolled off your back and onto your side to face him. He didn't move, just kept laying there with his eyes closed. You knew he was awake, his body was too tense and rigid.

"Ow," His eyes shot open as you jabbed him in the waist. He blinked up at you while you glared down at him. "Alright darlin', you caught me. I'm not keeping you awake, am I?"

"Only thing that's keeping me awake is my stupid brain. But what's keeping you awake, huh? I've never seen you having problems falling asleep. You know if you're worried about anything you can tell me."

He smiled at how earnest you were being. "It's nothing, you just try and sleep."

"It's not nothing. If you're going to lecture me about how sleep is necessary then I'll fling that right back at you."

You stayed staring at him, eyes locked as if he was challenging you to drop it. He sighed.

"It's nothing, alright. I suppose I'm just not used to all this. I'm so used to sleeping outside I hadn't realised how quiet things can get indoors. The bed's softer than what I'm used to, but it's not too bad. It's the silence I think. It's like it's just itching under my skin. But don't you worry your pretty little head about it, you can get enough beauty sleep for the two of us." And of course he winked at the end.

"Hardly," You scoffed. "I don't think I'm doing any sleeping tonight. I'd offer to open the window to help if it wasn't freezing outside."

"Now you don't have to do that on account of me. Why don't you just lie back down next to my big, strong, warm body," You laugh and drop your head onto his shoulder. "And you can at least get yourself some rest."

It was a shame you couldn't open the window though. It might help him to at least be able to hear some sounds of wind or nature or... You felt like an idiot, why didn't you think about this before?

"Now where do you think you're scampering off too?" Illinois questioned as you crawled away from him and grabbed your phone from your bedside table. "You know those things don't help you sleep right? Those screens aren't any good for you."

You ignored his complaints as you broughtup Youtube on your phone. "We're not going to be looking at it, we're going to listen to it. Sometimes when I can't sleep and I'm on my own I play ASMR videos, whether it's someone talking or often just soundscapes and sound effects. The noise helps my brain focus on something that isn't my biggest worries and fears creeping into my head at the worst possible time, you know. So, I thought, there's lots of videos of forest sounds and cave sounds and nature sounds... all sorts of sounds really, and we could play one and maybe it would help?"

His brows furrowed and he looked confused for a moment before pondering whether to trust your phone.

"I'll put it face down on the table so they'll be no light and no looking at the screen," You said trying to convince him.

"Alright, if you think if might help. Can't hurt, I suppose."

You tried and not look too excited as you pulled up a video of cave sounds (water droplet effects and wind and ambience) and reached back over to put your phone back on the table, turning the volume up so he could hear it from the other side of the bed.

You laid back on your side, facing him, watching and studying him as he closed his eyes again. Ever so slowly his body started to relax into the mattress.

"So maybe your phone isn't completely evil."

"It's helping?!" You forced your voice quieter as you were too excited to be able to be helping him.

"Yeah, sapphire, it's helping," He murmured and you blushed at the pet name.

He seemed fine for a while before he began shuffling a little.

"Do you mind if I..." He glanced down at where his hand now was, stretched outwards towards you and hovering next to your own. "I just want to... know you're still here..."

Your heart ached. You were slowly working out how touch-starved he was and how long it had been for him since he'd last experienced physical affection. "Of course."

He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling your arm over his stomach as he settled your joined hands there. You nuzzled into his shoulder. His thumb stroked over the back of your hand and he chuckled.

"It's adorable how you're smaller than me," You looked up and he was just staring at your joined hands with the goofiest, softest grin on his face and he sighed and he just looked fucking dreamy and you could have sworn he was blushing.

You moved to place a kiss along his jaw. "Well we can't all have 'big, strong hands' like you," You lowered your voice in some poor attempted at imitating him and you both laughed. "I'm glad though..." You muttered. "That you're fine with me and all."

"Darlin' I am so much more than 'fine' with you, you know that."

"Yeah, I know."

"And it is helping, it seems to be at least. The noise and you, holding your hand like this... sort of embarrassing to say, but of course Illinois doesn't get embarrassed by anything, but... it's nice, grounding even."

"We should do this more often then," You said around a yawn that broke out of your mouth mid-sentence.

"We should... But for now, sleep, for both of us."

You mumbled some form of agreement into his shoulder. "G'night Illy." He would groan and complain about that nickname, but he'd never actually asked you to stop using it.

"Good night, sweetheart."

Tag list: @thehalfdemonwitchfromamestris @rats-this-username-is-taken​ @hamiltrash1411​ @line-viper​ (let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for my ahwm fics)

More notes: credit and thank yous to people in the yancy-support-group discord server (come and join us) for giving me lots of inspiration for this:(a collection of messages I took inspiration from)

Starship: Illinois: .....i didn't know you where this strong sapphire

Tinam: but Illinois exclusively using gemstones names as petnames with Y/N

Mars: Does Illinois hold Y/N's hand when he sleeps? I feel he'd do Illi loves that Y/N has smaller hands than him. He'll just be a blushing mess because "holy????? fuck??????? Whenever they hold hands he just has the biggest fucking heart eyes, the goofiest grin and can't stop sighingthank you all for saying it was okay for me to take these ideas and be inspired by them and write things based on them

 i know it's been a little while, but my mental health took a dive but now i'm working on getting myself better.

huge thank you to everyone who's been leaving comments and kudos and requests, it means a lot.

big thanks to starship in the yancy-support-group discord server for giving me most of my inspiration for this, more on that in the notes at the top of this chapter. 

and if you guys could please help me out and and reblog this promo post for the heist charms, stickers and pins i'm making and selling that would mean the world! there's also the link in there to my Etsy shop where you can buy them

also if you want to see the heist art i keep drawing you can follow me on instagram and twitter

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Good Omens Runnaway Lovers

(a David Tennant x Michael Sheen fanfic by Loobop)

Michael Sheen reunites with David Tennant for season 2 of good omens but the sexual tension between them finally becomes too strong.

Michael sat at a table holding his script for season 2 of good omens the door suddenly swung opened and in walked David Tennant.Michael felt time stand still as he watched David flick his gorgeous hair and walk over to sit next to him.As David sat down his arm brushed Michael’s he felt his heart beat faster.

David: “Michael nice to see you again your looking well”

Michael: “your looking very handsome today”

David: “Thank you,i see we have the fan demanded kissing scene”

Michael suddenly felt worried what if David worked out by the kiss scene that he truly was in love with David.

David: “so where filming the kissing scene first as a promo video? okay”

David stood in aziraphale’s bookshop dressed as Crowley,Michael was in his Aziraphale outfit feeling nervous but excited that he had some good excuse to finally kiss David.

Cameraman: “and action”

David put his arms round michael and leant in to kiss him on the mouth,Michael closed his eyes as he felt Davids soft lips touch his.

David “i love you Aziraphale”

Michael: “ I love you too David,sorry i mean Crowley sorry can we go again?”

Michael made sure to make lots of mistakes as the more mistakes he made the more kisses he got from David.Michael eventually got the scene right.The next scene was in Crowleys Bentley.Michael sat daydreaming.

Michael: “lets take this car and drive away together David,we can go anywhere i don’t care as long as where together”

David: “Michael!!! wake up sleepy head”

Michael: “Sorry David,David i want to tell you something but i don’t know how you’ll react so it’s difficult for me to say,you see ever since i’ve met you i’ve loved spending time with you and hate when where apart”

David: “awww i love your friendship too Michael”

Michael: “Well that’s the thing David i hoped we could be...”

Cameraman: “right action”

Michael: “i’m sorry i can’t i don’t feel well today i think i’ll go back to my caravan for a while if that’s okay”

Michael went back to his caravan and looked at himself in the mirror.

Michael: “ who am i kidding David’s never gonna fancy me”

Michael decided to do a live video to his fans he shut his phone when he got a knock on his caravan door David Stepped in.

David “Michael are you okay?”

Michael: “just not feeling my normal self today”

David felt Michaels forehead,David grabbed a blanket and sat next to him putting the blanket over both them then put his arm round Michael’s shoulders.

David: “i’ll look after you Michael”

David went to kiss Michael’s forehead but Michael went for David’s lips.

David: “oh okay that was either an accident or you meant to do that”

Michael: “David i’m sorry but i’m madly in love with you, i know it’s wrong as you have a wife but i can’t stop thinking about you”

David looked into Michael’s eyes then ran his hands through his hair,David thought of his wife but he knew deep down Michael was his true love.David Kissed Michael passionately on the lips then held him in his arms.

David: “We’ll find a way to be together i promise,you should go to bed i’ll stay with you tonight”

Michael got into bed in his pyjamas David slept in his underpants he climbed in beside Michael and wrapped his arms round Michael,Michael fell asleep on Davids chest,David stroked Michaels head and smiled at him.The next morning Michael woke expecting last night to have been all a lovely dream but David was still in his bed.There was a knock on the caravan door.

Michael: “Oh god did you lock the door?”

David: “i thought you locked it”

Producer: “Michael are you up for filming? are you in the bedroom?”

Michael: “yes i am quick David under the bed now”

David jumped out of bed and hid under it he held his mouth trying not to laugh.

Producer: “how are you today?”

Michael: “much better thank you i’ll be back filming today”

Producer: “why are david tennant’s clothes here? your not sleeping with him are you?”

the producer laughed and left his caravan David got back into bed and started laughing.

Michael:” whats so funny we nearly got caught”

David: “your lucky i don’t sleep commando”

Michael: “i wish”

David tackled Michael and kissed him under the bed covers,Davids phone rang it was his wife he answered it.

David: “hello,yeah filming is going well Michaels in bed,he’s not well i’m there with him not in bed of course, i mean i’m just here giving him what he needs to feel better,okay i better go bye”

Michael: “giving me what i need huh? your body and love is my cure David”

David: “I better go back on set if we go together it’ll look odd”

As David got out of bed Michael smacked David on the arse and smiled,Michael looked at his phone he realised he’d left his phone on a live video all night someone could have heard there whole conversation.Michael thought it’ll be fine who would watch a complete black screen with sound.

David: “Michael have you seen todays paper?”

Michael: “Bed omens David Tennant cheats on wife with co star Michael Sheen”

David:”We have no choice my Angel runaway with me”

Michael: “Are you sure you want this we’d be leaving our acting careers behind even our family’s are you willing to sacrifice everything just for me?”

David: “i am,i’d do anything for you Michael we’ll runaway to another country start a new life and get married”

Michael: “ Oh David how i long to be Michael Tennant and wake up every morning with your naked body close to mine”

David grabbed Michael’s hand they ran to the bentley and got in and drove away.

Michael: “you can’t do 100mph David,mind the pedestrian”

David: “she’s on the street she knows the risk she’s taking”

Michael and David drove to Dover and abandoned the Bentley they got on a cruise ship and waved there old lives goodbye now was the start of there new lives together.A few weeks David and Michael stood in their luxury apartment kitchen holding hands wearing their wedding rings.

David: “I love you Mr Michael Tennant our love is forever”

Michael: “No my darling our love is ineffable”

David held Michael in his arms and kissed him then led him by the hand into the bedroom.

David: “now let me show you i’m a demon in the bedroom”

Michael: “don’t forget David i love being chained”

David: “I have some handcuffs left from broadchurch somewhere”

Michael:” do you have your dr who outfit?”

David: “yes i do now come let me show you my sonicscrewdriver”

Michael: “ can i be Aziraphale and spank you with a book?”

David: “you know i love when you do that”

The End

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Four Hangout: Recap

Oh, man, I know I “owe” this one, so I’m doing it, but I hate it for about 15 different reasons, 14 of those being Ben Winston, which means I’m gonna keep this fairly short. The Four Hangout (lmao, I will never stop laughing at the attempts to team up with Google’s shitty tech) predates my entry into this fandom, so I’m not as on top of every little thing that happened around it (and my god, there were some doozies). I’ve found other posts that do a better job of transcribing some key moments), but I’m sure lots of others are out there, and as ever, I recommend taking 35 minutes to stare at this work of art for yourself.

Whenever I’ve seen gifs from this, the read is that at least two people are coming off a coke bender as we all focus on Ben’s rather ham-fisted attempt to get Louis to admit that he hates people thinking he’s gay. But in rewatching it in full now and knowing more about the context around it, the true vibe is exhaustion mixed with some very real anger/mulishness aimed at management in general and Ben in particular. Because the point of the Four Hangout isn’t to promote Four, the album, but to exonerate the D’s management team, blow smoke up Ben’s ass, and “clear the air” about whatever rumors have been going around that the D’s team doesn’t like, all posed as questions theoretically from the fans, yet weirdly management focused.

I’ve found lots of good blog posts that summarize these 35 or so minutes, but here’s an executive summary of my comments coupled with others I’ve found:

Ben Winston is an insufferable dick

The D is so fucking TIRED at this point, everyone’s low energy, but Louis’s voice is the softest, raspiest, most enchanting thing

They regularly creep on social media and are up on pretty much everything fandom related

There are no rumors they need to dismiss except that they’re currently alive, go on, ask them twice!

Liam is great at delivering the corporate spiel

Harry really did get them sneezes out

The Louis/Ben feud is one thing; the Harry/Ben feud is a whole other

Louis reads fanfic (and has some faves!)

Narry are ride or die WMYB, except for when Harry needs to have a go at Ben

Zayn has somehow made himself look even more godlike

Louis has super cute socks

With that in mind, let’s jump into some key moments, but I’m paraphrasing a lot because it’s so hard to hear over all the cross-talk, asides, and inside jokes. More under the cut!

Shout out to Louis's collarbones and quiff combo...his voice is about to give out, but he’s so OPEN and present for this total shitshow, even when he defiantly refuses to take the path he’s being guided down. Also, please @ god let me play some poker while we enjoy a bacon butty over brunch, his face as Niall introduces Ben as a “very, very good friend of ours” (me as both Ziam and Harry):

One of the most subversive things this band does is effusive praise when they’re pissed off, and never is it clearer than here, when Niall gushes on about all the wonderful work Ben has done for them, and the other boys pick up on it and start whistling and clapping (Louis: “My hero”; Harry: “LOOK AT THOSE TEETH!”) until Ben gets extremely uncomfortable.

We’re off to a good start, with Ben being sure to preface that all of these questions are from the fans, and then Harry asking Ben if he’s wearing makeup (Ben, mildly affronted, “No, I’m not wearing any makeup, but you guys do, you wear a lot of makeup, don't you, Harry” [Harry: “Tons”; Ben: “Well, you need to”]).

The first question is about the difference between this album and their first one, and it’s such a stupid, easy question that I want to answer it for Niall because I can do it in my sleep. Ben then asks Louis if he likes visiting the X Factor, if it reminds him of the old days (you know, four years ago), and AGAIN, this is a dumb-ass question, and Louis’s a pro, so what do you think he’s gonna say? (Of course he likes visiting, it’s lovely to go down and relive it). Is Harry nervous about playing there again tonight? Nope, it’s fun!! He can enjoy it this time around! Simon Cowell doesn’t give him ANY anxiety!!

The next question is about the simplicity of the old days, and my god, does my heart break for Liam saying that they had to work really hard back then, so it’s nice that four years later, they get a few more vacation days. Louis agrees, adding that the first American promo trip was a grind where they did 10 things a day (multiple interviews, signings, radio appearances, rehearsals, and shows)

Ben asks if they ever go back and watch clips of themselves from their early days (this genuinely does seem like a fan ask), and wouldn’t you know, Niall was just chillin’ out last week, rewatching all the video diaries again. Louis admits that his red trousers and braces were loud, but they worked for the time, “Or do you disagree, Ben?” (Ben: “No, I loved it.” Louis: “Thank you.”) And I wish I could travel back in time both so I could kill Hitler AND witness Ben showing up somewhere in a pair of Toms, only to be faced by Louis Tomlinson telling him that he wore that style two years ago, and he wouldn’t anymore, which Ben says cut him down to size (I highly doubt that, but I would have love to see it).

All of this fashion talk is side-winding into a question about who tells them what to wear and whether they have control over their image now. They all note that they wouldn’t have dared to push back in year one, presumably because “experts” were telling them what to do, plus it was all free (which makes all the dragging on their old looks extra fun to watch). Then Ben asks whether they make their own decisions now, and Liam says yeah as Louis smirks, lmaooooo, which morphs into, well, we have much more input than we used to have. I’m here for Harry giving a slow, long-winded answer as a construction project starts up somewhere in the studio, and Louis yells, “Keep it down” into his mic.

Ben, I mean, the fans want to know what piece of advice they’d give the fetus versions of themselves, if they could go back in time, and Louis advises his younger self to have a second glance in the mirror and see if he’s really sure about that particular outfit. (Ben: “Is that…really?” Louis: “No, Ben, I’m just trying to make a joke.”). Liam would fight the haircuts, and Harry would burn the supras (I’m assuming; Louis: “They were outrageous”). Zayn would tell his younger self to have a bit more fun, to try and take it all in and enjoy it more. :(

“The fans” are curious about the negative side of social media, how the D just exploded on YouTube and Twitter after X Factor, and does it ever go too far? Liam channels my inbox and says that people forget there’s a person on the other side of an anon message, that these guys see all the things that are said about them, and they’re self-conscious with cameras and comments, but it’s okay, they put up with it. Louis’s addicted to Twitter, and says that there are negative people there, but you’ll find negative people on every social media platform and in real life, too, it is what it is.

Of course, “the fans” are curious about how all this social media shit affects their girlfriends, and I would kill to hear more about what Narry, the two singles on this couch, keep giggling about in this ridick convo that I’m not even gonna bother to sum up.

Ben’s curious how the fans always manage to leak everything the band does, and yes, Louis, tell us more! How does it make you feel? Liam thinks it’s anticlimactic, Niall’s only beef is when something is leaked a week before it’s out, and everyone else just gets annoyed if it breaks the structure of a rollout, but nobody talks about songs that are leaked that were never meant for official release (cough cough, "Home”), and Harry’s just happy people get a sneak peek and then still buy the album, so all is good. Me as this exchange: Ben, incredulously, “It’s amazing they’re able to constantly do it”; Liam: “Lots of high-tech people out there.”

Probably my favorite part of this is the fanfic discussion, which kicks off with Ben’s “I've noticed, not that I’ve read it, but there's been a lot of fanfiction published about you boys, books published, have you any read it?”

Zayn avoids it at all costs, but Louis’s aware of a fic writer’s book deal (who????) and says that he’s come across some of it on twitter (!!!). He finds some of it utterly bizarre (looking at you, self-inserts), but he’s read some nice little stories, and he’s seen some that go very deep and very, very weird. Liam acknowledges that it’s a whole different world, that he gets the idea of it, of fans putting themselves in situations with them (and Jesus Christ, it kills me that they’ve had to read self-insert wattpad fics), but some of it blows his mind. Niall doesn’t know where to go looking for it, but don’t worry friend, Ben’s gonna hook you up with his favorites! Harry is noticeably quiet during ALL of this.

With a horrible segue, Ben says, “Speaking of things that are made up, what’s the biggest rumor you’ve heard about yourself, this is a question lots of fans are asking” (SURE THING), and Harry never gets enough credit for his dry delivery, such as the way he says, “We’ve all been dead a couple of times.” But Ben can’t let it go, and that’s when Louis does his whole, “No”….dramatic pause (he might be saying “Go,” but the point is, he lets this bit drop where it lands). Zayn jumps in with the rumor that Niall used to be a jockey, and god bless him, honestly.

Ben realizes he’s not getting anywhere with this, so it’s time to move on to the actual album, why is it called Four, etc. It’s not really all that interesting, tbh, nor is the name they didn’t go with as a band (Liam’s dad’s suggestion, which was USP, if you’re curious). Liam figures USP will flourish one day, and this whole section proves how funny Liam actually is. I’m curious about all the One Direction tribute bands they’re mentioning, and I’m totally down to check one out if they’re ever in my area, just fwiw.

Anyway, moving on! What song are they most proud of? Zayn loves “Where Do Broken Hearts Go,” and Louis is WAY into “Fireproof,” which Liam’s down with, too. The part that’s interesting gets glossed over because Ben’s an idiot, but they talk about how many songs they’ve written that don’t make it to the album, like, Liam has a tattoo that says “somewhere is a place that nobody knows” from a song we’ll never hear called “Man on a Mission,” and how many others are stored in this vault (23 or 24 were in the final running for this album, where are they)? Harry suggests those songs will be on USP’s first album, and I will absolutely buy it. His story about the Norway bus trip makes me want to dig deep (he was on a party bus in Norway and heard one of their songs, sung by them, that had never been released anywhere, and he was the only one who knew it).

Zayn hints a bit at what happens (voting), and Liam hints at all the meetings, but I would love to know so much more about this process, especially since Niall says that lots of people are in these meetings, with lots of opinions (Simon, label, other managers).

Ben says that another recurring question is about what “Stockholm Syndrome” means, and I love the Alex Turner-esque dodge we get on Harry literally describing what Stockholm Syndrome means, without any real insight into what the song’s about. Still, I live in the awkward that happens right after this drops, with Ben still somehow trying to get them to admit they don’t feel trapped, lmao:

Ben asks about which songs are about specific people, and god, I don’t care because all of this section is lies. Then he tries to get them to talk about songs they don’t like, and they aren’t here for that, like, Liam will say he can’t casually listen to WMYB, but he loves performing it, and the best part of this is Harry saying he’ll crank that song and mouth along, pretending that he’s Niall.

For their favorite songs, Liam goes with “Fireproof,” Louis goes with “Midnight Memories,” Niall goes with “Where Do Broken Hearts Go,” Zayn can’t pick one, and Harry says “Best Song Ever.” Ben likes “Through the Dark” because of course he does, and that’s when the needling from Harry starts about “Gotta Be You,” and I don’t understand, but I live for him on the attack, so geddit, son (also, Niall, with his “your boyfriend’s back, and you’re gonna be in trouble,” etc., YES).

Another question Ben kept getting from fans (got it!) is what would be the one thing they’d change in the past four years, and Louis starts with, “Why would you want to? It’s been great, there’s no point.” Liam agrees, and that’s that. Ben’s next question is what moment they’d relive in the past four years, and Niall says he was really nervous at MSG, although Zayn thinks it was a great gig BECAUSE they were nervous. Nothing’s really happening here, so Ben asks Harry what’s going on with his hair (I guess “the fans” want to know?), and Harry just says it tends to grow, that’s what hair does, and he’s letting it all hang out.

Another “fan” question that makes me laugh from Ben: “Who makes the decisions in One Direction? Is it always your call?” And they all say NO, but Liam jumps in with, “It’s totally us, people ask us now, ultimately we call the shots,” and there’s a LOT of back-chatter here, so draw what you see.

Ben tries to push how much they love the “Night Changes,” video, and AGAIN, Harry gets on his case about “Gotta Be You,” and someone else covers it better than I ever could, but this goading by Harry is wonderful. Ben’s creative process for video concepts is fascinating because he basically admits that it’s easy or it’s really hard (read: he steals it or just throws a shitty idea to a wall to see if it sticks).

Ben asks if they get nervous about people liking the album, and Louis says they care if critics like the album or not, but really, he’s out there on twitter searching different song titles to see the fan reaction. This is also when we learn they aren’t on ye olde social meeds that much anymore, but they all enjoy a good old-fashioned creep session (Zayn especially). Harry’s comment about feeling vulnerable when you release something you’ve been working on for a year feels especially poignant—he gets excited and nervous all at once—and I really don’t get this whole controlled leak promo thing they did for Four, but who am I to question Modest or Syco?? All I want to know is what Niall’s talking about on the side.

[blushingvisander]

my heart and soul were never mine to own                                        (what you care to die for?)

summary: Coda 13.19 || After their encounter with the Reaper Jessica, Sam struggles with the ugly truths she brought to light. warnings: Suicide mention, allusions to past rape, allusions to self-harm ship: gen wordcount: 1.1k ao3 link: click ______________

I’m around. Always.

The words echoed inside his head long after they had left Idaho in the dust.

Dean had turned off the stereo at some point with a muttered “not in the mood” and Sam was grateful for the quiet. He doubted he would’ve been able to hear the music over his own rapid heartbeat anyway.

The car caged him in like it rarely did anymore and he had spent the first two hours after their surprise meeting glancing behind himself to check if she was here. It was pointless, of course, Reapers only made themselves known when they felt like it.

Still, the uneasiness never quite vanished.

Even Dean seemed to pick up on his anxiety after a time and suggested he get some rest - so that’s what he did, his temple against the windowpane. The pulsing ache in his side from remaining in one position for too long was unpleasant, but he dealt with worse on a regular basis.

Sam ignored it, ignored the muffled static in his ears, too and continued to stare into blurred darkness. The problem was that the interstate looked bright and vivid in the mellow light of approaching dawn and his thoughts just wouldn’t leave him alone.

When Lucifer was inside his head, he knew he was going crazy. But back there, a subtle press to his hand - just to be sure, just out of habit - had confirmed that all of it was real, no hallucinations. Dean saw her too, even more than that, he knew her by name and when she told them what Death had assigned her to do, he took it in stride.

Sam didn’t understand. She said she saw everything.

The implications hiding in her easy phrasing weren’t lost on him at all.

His room at the bunker had been a sanctuary, a quiet space to withdraw to when things got overwhelming. He felt safe inside its walls, an attribute he had never used for any kind of place before. Not even the Impala would be quite the same without Dean in it.

He supposed that his safety had always relied on a who, never on a where. And this, this was why. Because good things just weren’t meant to last and wasn’t that the story of his life? He’d bitterly miss the feeling though, of home and peace and something to look forward to after a particularly exhausting hunt.

She’d taken this from him, left of it now only the ugly cracks in the walls, moments he liked to push to the very back of his mind but suddenly found he couldn’t anymore when he thought of invisible eyes watching his every move.

She had no right, no right -

x

Him, 2am, digging his nails into the pliant meat of his cheeks to hold himself together, never quite deep enough to leave permanent marks. He’s a silent cryer. It wasn’t always that way.

x

Samuel, standing in front of the bathroom mirror on bare feet and watching his reflection shiver against cold tiles. It hung too low for a man his size, cut off at his eyebrows once he rose to his full height (he rarely did these days). The thing that stares back at him blinks. “You don’t belong here,” it whispers saccharine-sweet. “You don’t belong anywhere.”

x

Sam, packing for a hunt. His gaze lingering on the gun in his hand while he wonders if maybe this time, it’s his own head he should be putting that bullet into. He’s terrified, but his hand doesn’t tremble. He feels like it should.

(It didn’t matter. In the end, his brother would always be around to bring him back.)

x

- to witness him falling apart over nothing, to tear at the seams of what was his and his alone. None of it was her business (or Dean’s, or anyone’s) and there was a time when the anger about that burnt red hot inside his lungs and he wanted nothing more than something to lash out at, to scrub at his soiled skin until he felt numb from it  -

But Sam was so, so tired.

If everyone seemed entitled to the most vulnerable of him, then maybe it was time to accept his role in all of this.

He was the liability after all. The unstable one, the tainted one, holding on to his faith in people like the lifeline that kept his head above water. And it led him down the same road every time, on his way to Portland, Oregon to fix yet another one of his mistakes.

He had wanted to believe in Rowena because he saw himself in her eyes. How many more hits like this one could he take?

The stranger intruding on him certainly was another. She, her -

Jessica. The Reaper, Jessica. Who else? It suited her, he thought. Fitting for a presence in the empty space around him.

If she was entirely true to her words, if she had really seen everything, then she was choosing not to use his secrets against him in front of his brother. Instead a flippantly sexual comment about his hair that made him cringe involuntarily, laced with a threat Dean wouldn’t, couldn’t pick up on. Because Lucifer liked his hair, too. He made sure to tell him when his body was alight with His grace, a touch so cold that it charred his bones in its wake, chipping away at the parts of Sam as He became anew. He made sure to tell him too many times to keep track of after that. Inside him, just in different ways.

And rationally, it wasn’t possible for her to know any of that, but the sharp, hungry look in her eyes intertwined with words that cut into his flesh told him a different story entirely.

What did they really know about Reapers?

I’m especially fond of your impressive, extensive array of hair products.

Sam swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. Dean would kill him if he vomited in his car.

Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut beside him and Sam startled. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed they had stopped for gas and Dean only just now settled back into his seat.

He glanced at his brother on the driver’s side as he steered them back onto the road. His posture was rigid, tense and his eyes flickered from where Dean clenched the wheel in between his fingers to the way he rolled his shoulders in unsteady intervals, a clear tell of pressure he was attempting to relieve.

Sam considered saying something, tasted the words carefully, felt the weight of them on his tongue. He didn’t like how the silence that had swept them up before now crackled with the expectation to be broken.

Dean cursed under his breath as a passing car cut abruptly in front of them. The moment fled by without his notice. Sam snapped his mouth shut.

This wasn’t something he knew how to explain.

And the thought of someone listening from the backseat made his stomach churn unpleasantly. ______________

This is set after this (x) scene that just won’t stop haunting me ever since I saw the episode promo. Shoutout to @samssilkyhair for inspiring a new headcanon I neither wanted nor needed by pointing out a parallel I hadn’t picked up on. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out which part I’m referring to if you end up reading it (no pressure ofc!) title from: Devil like me - Rainbow Kitten Surprise (x) tagging: @wendigosammy (hmu if anyone wants to be tagged in the future*) *awfully bold of me to assume I’m ever writing again

[basicdeanstan-blog]

Impatience

Paring: Finn Balor x OFC

Warnings: None..? Smut?

Summary: Finn’s girlfriend is at home while her man is thousands of miles away performing for fans. Supporting him, she tunes into Monday Night Raw and couldn’t help herself when she sees him. She gives him a call, and neither can he. So… phone sex.

She checked the time, not even realizing it was already 8 PM. She quickly doggy eared the book she had been reading before setting it down. Almost routinely, the girl grabbed the remote that lay on the unmade bed, and turned on the television, tuning in to the USA channel. Oh good, she thought. She hadn’t missed too much. The show opened with some promo, and she fiddled with her nails absentmindedly as she listened to the background noise.

She was really waiting for Finn to show, wanting to support him and really missing him as he had been away for quite some time now. She understood his busy, demanding career as she knew what she was getting into when she fell in love with him. She really didn’t want to travel or follow him around this time, believing it would be good for them to get a little space from each other, making it all the more meaningful when he’d finally come home to see her.

The young girl smiled to herself when she saw him finally appear, though he only showed for practically five minutes on the big screen. Still, her eyes were glued regardless. She bit her lip when she saw him in his gear, leather jacket and tight black trunks. She’d always seen him like this, and it never failed to turn her on. She could almost understand why all the fan girls would tweet such unsavory things at him. It was announced that he’d be having a match later on tonight, and right after that it went to commercial.

She was suddenly disappointed that he wasn’t right here beside her, touching and feeling on- she shook her head. There was no point in getting all hot and bothered. He wasn’t here. This would just end in being sexually frustrated. She sighed at the thought as she looked over at the black screen of her phone. Well… maybe she could call him? Even though he’s probably “in the zone” as he liked to call it, where nothing could distract him while being at work. Maybe he’d understand. She was all alone at home and she just wanted to talk to him… and have him say really dirty things to her.

Finn was a very private guy and she knew this most likely wouldn’t work, as he’d protest having phone sex anywhere near his coworkers. She could see him blushing at the thought. His girlfriend was the more open one in their relationship, not giving a care in the world as she’d let him fuck her just about anywhere. Though, the same couldn’t be said for him. It’s not that he wasn’t adventurous, it’s just that… she was more of the wild card when it came to sex than him. He could definitely please her, it was just that… she’d most likely be the one to suggest car sex in one hour traffic.

The fiery, curly haired girl stopped contemplating and picked up her phone, finding his contact and clicking the button with the video camera. It took quite a few rings, and she was just about to hang up and forget the idea before his face showed up on her phone, his eyebrows raised when he answered. She smiled, her stomach jumping at the sight of him. She really missed him.

“Hi, love. What’s up?” His irish voice came from the phone. She could see people walking quickly behind him, and chattering going on around him.

“Babe, I miss you.” She greeted, perking up her chest as soon as she’d seen him. Her voice was soft and teasing, almost getting straight to the point. She held her phone slightly far from her so he could get the best view possible. While the phone rang she had managed to prop a pillow under her breasts to push them up a bit, and she could notice his eyes flash from them back up to her face.

“I miss you too.” He responded, not quite catching on. He was sweetly oblivious and that only turned her on more, making her want to corrupt his cute thoughts.

She bit her lip, slowly playing with the shoulder of her shirt, slipping it down slightly as she exposed the skin to him. She saw his brows furrow and an amused look form on his face.

“Like… really, really miss you.” Her dark green eyes bored into his, or tried to at least, as his kept flashing down to her exposed skin. She watched as his cheeks flushed and he glanced behind him.

“Baby, what’re ya doin?” His perfectly white teeth flashed as he brought them to glide over his bottom lip. His tongue darted out to follow.

She shrugged, “nothing. Just… “ fuck it. She set the phone down for a quick second, and could see the disappointment in Finn’s face as he tried to get a peek of what she was doing now. She slipped off her top to reveal her white lacy bra, one he’d actually brought home for her when he came from tour once.

She picked back up the phone and watched as he sucked in a breath, again looking behind him to see if anyone noticed his topless girlfriend out in the open on his phone. The chattering, distracted voices let her know they were in the clear, for now.

“Why don’t you go somewhere alone?” She suggested, her tone sweet and purposely sexy. She was playing with a lock of hair as her teeth toyed with her thick, pink lips. Finn suddenly got a hold of himself, expression changing as he responded.

“We can’t do this now, love. I have a match-”

“I don’t care about your match.” She sighed as she flicked the white bra strap off one of her shoulders. She puffed out a breath, red hair moving from her eye once she did. Though he said what he said, he was still watching everything she did, even deep down wanting to see what she’d do next.

“Yes you do. An’ you care whether I keep my job or not, yea? I should be up there rehearsing an’ you’re telling me you can’t just wait til I get to my hotel?” He was giving her a look, a look that said, “I’m not giving into you this time.” She took that as a challenge.

She said nothing else as she reached behind her, heart beating fast when she felt the buckle unclasp. She was slowly pulling down her bra, and even though she was the one starting this, she hoped he’d go into a room with privacy so his colleagues wouldn’t see her bare chest. But she was determined. Of course he wouldn’t let anyone see, as he knew what she was doing ever since she reached behind her.

For the first time, she was timid as she pulled the material down her arms, breasts bouncing right out. His eyes darkly watched her, almost in a trance before he snapped out of it. Eyes widening, he let out a curse before she saw something unrecognizable on the screen. The phone was shifting now, and she finally heard a door close. The phone then showed his face, a completely different look coming on to his features.

“Fucking shit, what the hell?” He breathed, his words saying one thing and eyes saying another as they focused on the sight in front of him. A smile formed on her lips when he said this. She brought her dainty hand up to play with one of them, silence filling both the rooms as they stared at each other.

“Don’t you wish you were here?” She cooed, green orbs looking up through her thick lashes. He couldn’t muster up a response as the camera shifted down to her underwear, something she always liked to lounge in when home or alone, or just home with Finn.

He scratched his beard, lips beginning to form a sentence before stopping again when she pulled down the black band of her panties. She decided not to waste time, knowing his match was coming up sometime soon and stripped herself completely of the clothing.

A small groan came from him as her exposed heat showed on the camera. She noticed him sit down now, and his arm flexed as it moved slightly. She frowned as she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. His hand gripped onto the bulge of his trunks, and his voice was almost startling as it had gotten so deep all of the sudden.

“Play with yourself.” He nearly demanded, arm still flexing from what she could see. Something different took over him, and it excited her.

She always got what she wanted.

She felt the warmth as she was growing even wetter, and quickly obliged as her slender finger worked it’s way up her slit slowly. She watched the camera shake, and caught a glimpse of his large hands working to pull down the black trunks.

“Let me see.” She begged, knowing he had to be hard by now. She noticed his arm muscles coming and going, realizing that had to have been him stroking himself. She moaned quietly at the thought, her two fingers lazily brushing up against her clit.

He lowered the camera, his fully hard dick coming in to view. She was treated to be able to see his abs as well, and some of his face. His hand was wrapped firmly around him, and had been steadily stroking himself ever since he got unclothed. She was now a wet mess from the sight, and picked up the pace of her self pleasure, as did he.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” He growled, hand quickly bouncing around his shaft as he watched the girls two fingers slip into her entrance. “Teasin’ me like that. Almost lettin’ one of my fuckin’ coworkers see your tits. Y’know how close that was?” He had slowed the pace of his stroking, not wanting this to end too quickly.

“I’m sorry baby… I just missed you so bad.”

“Rub that pussy. Do it just like I would.” His voice was sexily deep, his accent thickening as it was laced with lust. He didn’t appear like he would say such things, but he did, and he got away with it.

Her moans were so sweet to him, and it made him groan silently every time he heard it. His thumb had brushed slowly over his tip, hand stroking and pulling as he watched her. She had been toying with her clit, and her eyes studied his dick as she saw that familiar vein right below his tip. She wanted to trail her tongue along it so badly. She imagined that as she desperately bucked her hips, head falling back as she rubbed herself in small, slow circles.

She knew he loved to watch her. He was always fascinated when he watched her play with herself, and now was no different. He lost control as the speed of him playing with himself increased. His brows were tightly furrowed and teeth sunk down into his lip.

“I’m goin’ ta fuck that little pussy when I get home. I promise you.” He was a groaning mess now, as her high pitched moans flowed from his phone like music.

“That’s mine,” he continued. “That’s all mine. Show me what’s mine. Moan louder baby, fuck.” His irish voice was desperate as his hand became a blur, quickly pulling up and down on his shaft. He felt himself getting close, and she could tell. She could always tell.

She herself was nearing her climax as her whimpers were out of control, fingers slamming in and out of her entrance.

“Fuck me!” She cried, wishing so badly that could happen. He did too, that being the only thought that flashed through his mind ever since he picked up the phone. She breathed hard, strands of hair getting the way of her face as she moved wildly.

“Baby,” he breathed. “Show me that cute little ass.” It took a lot from him to stop stroking himself so quickly, as he returned to an extremely slow pace. He wanted to finish at the view of her bent around for him, and she did just that. She fumbled to turn her phone upside down as she perked her ass up, chest laying against the bed once she held the phone behind her. She flipped her hair around, looking behind to make sure the camera was perfectly fixated on her ass, and she wiggled it slightly when she noticed it was. He was going to cum at just the sight of that, even getting a glimpse at her glistening pussy all the while her ass was on perfect display for him.

“Fuck, baby.” Was all he could say, hand wrapping around his tip as it pumped quickly. She reached underneath her, quickly toying with her clit as well.

“Y’gonna cum for me baby? Just like that, huh? Ya gonna cum like a good little girl?” He urged, his eyes a dark cloud of misty green. He couldn’t believe he was lasting as long as he was.

“Yes!” She purred, rocking her hips against her fingers. She could feel herself shake as that familiar feeling churned up in her stomach. Another sweet moan left her lips, and tons did after that as she met the high that she’d been chasing. Her head was buried down into the bed but she knew no doubt Finn was staring at her dripping heat as the whole thing unfolded.

He was not far behind, now desperately thrusting up into his hand. She turned to watch him, camera still on her ass as she saw the white substance shoot from his dick. Filthy chains of words left his mouth as he continued to thrust up into his hand, riding out the climax. She shifted to sit properly on the bed, face flushed pale as she witnessed him come down from his high. He finally, after what seemed like forever opened his eyes. He was met with a grin, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as she enjoyed everything that she’d seen.

“Holy shit.” He chuckled, eyebrows raised as he shook his head, staring back into the girl that drove him nuts.

They stared at each other in pure adoration before he broke the silence. “I gotta get myself cleaned up.” He said, hopping up from the chair. He still looked at her through the phone, noticeably shifting around for something to clean his mess with.

“Too bad I can’t clean it for you.” She wriggled her eyebrows, a giggle slipping from her lips. He flashed her a look and let out a chuckle of his own.

“Mm, you will soon baby. I promise I’ll be home soon. I love you.” She returned the ‘I love you’ and blew him a kiss through the phone, which he begged for her to do so, telling her he wouldn’t hang up until she did. They dragged on conversation, neither of them wanting to hang up the phone until reality hit.

“I really gotta go, love. We’ll talk later, alright?” She reluctantly nodded, and of course he promised they’d do this again right after work.

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001 ♡ .・° ・．—— ❪  DIARY.  ❫ / ❛ NOW YOU KNOW MY THOUGHTS HAVE GONE RANCID. 001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  VISAGE.  ❫ / ❛ THE ANGEL OF RANCID AND ROTTING DAYDREAMS.  001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ANATOMY.  ❫ / ❛ I BRUISE LIKE A PEACH BUT I’M TWICE AS SWEET.  001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  CLOSET.  ❫ / ❛ PRETTY IN PINK ; NOT AS INNOCENT AS YOU THINK. 001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  TRIVIA.  ❫ / ❛ SUCH LOVELY THINGS HAPPEN TO THE ANGEL FACE. 001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MANNERISMS.  ❫ / ❛ BUILT IN THE BODY OF A BALL JOINTED DOLL. 001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  PLAYLIST.  ❫ / ❛ THE SWAN SANG STILL WITH HER BROKEN NECK. 001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ABOUT.  ❫ / ❛ BUBBLEGUM DOWN MY THROAT AND IT’S A CURSE. 001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  AESTHETIC.  ❫ / ❛ SAINTS AND ANGELS AND DOLLS STOOD IN PEWS. 001 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  DESIRES.  ❫ / ❛ I AM SELFISH ; I WANT ALL I ADMIRE ; I WILL DEVOUR.  

002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  SHIPS.  ❫ / ❛ LOVE IS POWERFUL. IT WILL MAKE THE GODS KNEEL. 

002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  OSTEUM.  ❫ / ❛ I COULD BE YOUR BREATH IF YOU COULD BE MINE.  002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  GUILTEDHE.  ❫ / ❛ REMEMBER THE RUSH WHEN FOREVER WAS US.  002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MIAMIFLED.  ❫ / ❛ HONEY I’LL BE SEEING YOU DOWN EVERY ROAD. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  GREENMCHINE.  ❫ / ❛ I CAN TELL THAT WE’RE GONNA BE FRIENDS. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  RATDRAG.  ❫ / ❛ EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU AND I ARE STOLEN ART. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ERUDICTION.  ❫ / ❛ I DON’T HAVE MUCH BUT YOU’RE EVERYTHING. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  QUEASYMRTICIAN.  ❫ / ❛ I KNOW IT’S TRUE ; YOU WANT ME DEAD!   002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  OUTPLAYS.  ❫ / ❛ JUST LIKE GLITTER MIXED WITH ROCK N ROLL.   002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ROOSTERFLED.  ❫ / ❛ STAY ; I CAN NOT LOSE YOU THIS SUMMER.   002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  DEADMANSQIRA.  ❫ / ❛ MAKE YOU BREAKFAST ; I’M THE BESTEST! 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MESSENGERSHOT.  ❫ / ❛ HE STOOD BESIDE ME TALL AND PROUD. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  REVERSEDCROSS.  ❫ / ❛ I DO LIKE YOU FOLKS BUT I LOVE MY DAD. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  JOKERHAND.  ❫ / ❛ HE ATE MY HEART ; THAT BOY IS A MONSTER! 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  CHAOSMATICS.  ❫ / ❛ MAGIC TRICKS TO LIGHT UP YOUNG SOULS. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  DINOTREADED.  ❫ / ❛ IF WE ARE TO HEAL ; LET IT BE GLORIOUS. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  RHYTHMGUITARS.  ❫ / ❛ I WON’T STOP UNTIL THAT BOY IS MINE. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  HISISOLATION.  ❫ / ❛ I KNOW YOU CARE FOR ME ; I CARE FOR YOU. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ONLYSANEMXRSH.  ❫ / ❛ I’LL BE HERE WHEN YOU NEED A FRIEND. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MUCHENIKS.  ❫ / ❛ I USED TO DREAM OF YOU BEFORE I MET YOU.   002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MANEATS.  ❫ / ❛ DEVOUR ME WITH A KISS ; DROWN ME IN LOVE. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  OPLITIS.  ❫ / ❛ WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT HALF THIS FAR. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ESTRELLAIRE.  ❫ / ❛ OF ALL THE STARS ; SHE WAS THE LOVELIEST.  002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MOETSUKITA.  ❫ / ❛ WHEN I’M GONE ; SAY MY RELIGION WAS YOU.  002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  HYUGAMATRIARCH.  ❫ / ❛ HEAVEN SPOKE THROUGH HER MOUTH. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MAGICKSFORCE.  ❫ / ❛ I SAID I’D FOLLOW YOU ANYWHERE. I DID. 002 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  CLDFRIENDS.  ❫ / ❛ WON’T YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER?

003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ADOLESCENCE.  ❫ / ❛ THE LOCAL LITTLE MISS MARCIA BRADY!   003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  MAIN.  ❫ / ❛ YOU’RE ALL GONNA LOVE ME ; I’M GONNA MAKE YOU.  003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  HUNTER X HUNTER.  ❫ / ❛ POP LIKE A BUBBLE BREAK LIKE GLASS. 003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  HOTLINE MIAMI.  ❫ / ❛ SHE’S YOUNG ; BEAUTIFUL ; AND SHE’S NEXT. 003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE.  ❫ / ❛ SORRY I DON’T PRAY THAT WAY. 003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA.  ❫ / ❛ ARE YOU A HERO OR A VILLAIN? 003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  DANGANRONPA.  ❫ / ❛ FIRE STARTER ; ULTIMATE DEMOLITIONIST. 003 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS.  ❫ / ❛ SHE IS SEETHING AND BLOOMING.

004 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  OUT OF KISSES.  ❫ / ❛ CLAIRE’S LIP GLOSS ON A COORS LIGHT. 004 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  SELF PROMO.  ❫ / ❛ THE ATTENTION JUST ENCOURAGES THEM.   004 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  PROMOTIONS.  ❫ / ❛ RED LIPSTICK KISSES FOR THE LOVED ONES.  

005 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  IN CHARACTER.  ❫ / ❛ PRETTY WORDS FROM A ROTTED TONGUE. 005 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  INBOX.  ❫ / ❛ ABOVE ALL ELSE A LOVE LETTER MUST BE SINCERE. 005 ♡ .・°・． —— ❪  ANSWER.  ❫ / ❛ GET WHAT YOU WANT AND NEVER WANT IT AGAIN.

[carswinky]

OKAY LITTLE SELF PROMO HERE BUT REMEMBER WHEN I LITERALLY WROTE FIC AND INCLUDED A BIT ABOUT NICK GETTING BREAKFAST... 

HERE’S THAT PART:

As Nick clips up a few songs, Harry thinks back to when Nick was told he was getting his dream job…

It’s a hot and oddly stuffy day in July and Harry’s roaming around London when his phone starts ringing in his pocket.

“You’re still coming over later, yeah?” Nick asks down the phone in lieu of hello.

He’s never been one to double check on plans so Harry’s a little confused. “‘Course, yeah, said I would be…”

“Okay. Cool, great, wonderful. SO FINE, IN FACT.”

Harry smiles at the lady standing in the crepe booth as he walks past, making a mental note to stop there later. “Nick, what’s up? Why are you acting so weird?”

He scoffs, “Acting weird? Me? Please Harold, I’m normal as always. Regular everyday conversation we’re having.”

Harry sighs. “Am I on radio right now?” He gets into his car and rolls the windows down; it’s gotten stuffy while he’s been running errands. His house still isn’t back to being fully stocked after tour, even though he’s been home for a week and a half.

“No! It’s the middle of the day, don’t be ridiculous.”

“I know you prerecord call or delete, Nick.”

Nick gasps, and Harry can picture the lad’s hand shooting up to his chest. It makes him smile. “How dare you. Everything we do is live and spectacular. If we were recording you would have just fucked it all up. So thanks, Harry, for hypothetically ruining a hypothetical call or delete. Next time I’d hypothetically delete your number.”

Harry furrows his brow, kind of offended, but also kind of amused. “Okaaaaayy. I’m gonna go because you’re being strange, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

He squawks a little and Harry knows he’s waving his hands about. “I--” he stops himself, “Yeah all right, byyyeeeeee popstar. Bye b-bye bye bye.”

When he arrives at Nick’s flat that night, Chinese takeaway in hand, Harry has almost completely forgotten about the strange conversation with him as the lad opens the door, a gust of his cologne making Harry immediately smile and feel at ease. Nick throws one arm around Harry’s shoulders before he notices the bag.

“Food! You’re absolutely my favourite member of any five-piece boyband I know,” he says, grabbing the bag and heading to the kitchen.

Harry toes off his shoes and closes the door behind him. “You have other five-piece boyband favourites?” He calls down the hall after Nick.

“I’ll forgive your ignorance since you weren’t even born yet, but JC circa 1998 was a dreamboat, he’d have been your favourite too.”

“Heeeyyyy, I was alive. I preferred Justin though, SexyBack was wicked.”

Nick waves his hand behind his back, “You can’t compare 1998 JC Chasez to, like, 2006 Justin Timberlake, they’re not the same. You were a literal toddler when N*Sync were popular, you don’t know what it was like back then.”

Harry jumps up on the counter next to where Nick has put out plates and kicks his feet a little, shrugging. “Well as long as I’m your favourite now.”

“For now,” Nick corrects. “Now make yourself useful and fetch us some glasses.”

Nick is his normal amount of weird through dinner, if a little more chatty. Eventually he gets bored of eating and starts throwing pieces of fortune cookie into Harry’s hair, all while Harry frowns and tries mildly successfully to eat his egg fried rice with chopsticks.

They settle on the couch with wine and an old episode of Nigella. Well, Harry settles. Nick won’t sit still. He keeps setting his glass on the table and then picking it up again, shifting his feet under his bum and then back onto the floor, flipping his quiff to one side and then deciding he wants it on the other. It’s enough to put Harry on edge, feeding off of the anxious vibes coming from Nick.

Harry sets his wine glass on the table and wraps his fingers around Nick’s twitching wrists. “What’s going on?”

He just shakes his head and answers, “Nothing, told you earlier. Everything is fine.”

“Nick, you’ve been fidgety all night,” Harry suddenly remembers that Nick had said Big Boss Ben Cooper called him in for a meeting. “Did everything go okay with Ben?”

“With who? Oh, yeah, yeah totally fine,” he says absently, obviously avoiding the question.

“So you’re not being sacked?” Harry says sharply.

Nick chuckles as his hand pats Harry’s… ear. He’s refusing to make eye contact with Harry, not even looking at him long enough to pat his head properly. “No sacking.”

“Nick! Just tell me what’s wrong then, you’re freaking me out.”

“No, I literally can’t tell you,” he whines, getting up and heading back to the kitchen.

“Nick!” Harry snaps.

“I’m sworn to secrecy!” He throws his hands up in the air. “I can’t tell you! You’re the only one I trust myself around enough to not say anything, even with your big sad eyes.” Nick rubs both hands over his face and then one through his quiff.

Harry frowns a little bit. “That look there!” Nick points. “Henry, or Gellz, definitely Aimee, would beat me up for not saying anything. But I really, really can’t! Please just drop it.” Nick walks back to the couch and flops onto it, putting his head in Harry’s lap.

Harry runs his fingers through Nick’s hair a bit and asks, “Everything is okay, though?”

Nick closes his eyes and smiles. “Everything is so good, Harry.”

They finish watching an episode of Nigella, then an old X-Factor audition. Nick ensures Harry that he can make it through a film so Harry picks something off Nick’s shelf at random and pops it on. Harry gets sucked into the storyline and it’s not until he tries to ask Nick something that he realizes the man has fallen asleep beside him. He’s snuffling a bit and his head is tilted at an awkward angle from where he’s sitting up against the armrest of the couch, and Harry thinks he looks adorable. He looks absolutely at ease, arms crossed against his chest and mouth parted slightly, toes tucked under Harry’s thigh.

Harry sighs and moves to turn off the film. He tries to be as quiet as he can but it’s dark and he bangs his shin into the table. He shouts and it startles Nick awake, who looks at Harry like the boy’s got three heads.

“What?” He says.

Harry grimaces. “Sorry, shh. It’s all right.”

Nick frowns. “Bed?”

“Yeah c’mon,” Harry says warmly. He helps Nick off the couch and down the hall to his bedroom.

They brush their teeth together, hips knocking. Nick makes a face at Harry, causing him to laugh and splutter toothpaste all over the mirror and sink. Nick snorts and shakes his head, grabbing a flannel and handing it off to Harry.

By the time Harry’s cleaned the mirror and his face, Nick’s snuggled up in bed. He doesn’t have his phone in his hand like he usually does and is instead just smiling at the ceiling. Harry strips down to his t-shirt and boxer shorts and crawls in, he feels safe and comfortable, like he’s not meant to be anywhere else but here.

“Sorry for being so weird today,” Nick says, rolling over to look at Harry.

“S’okay, just worried about you.” Harry shrugs, flipping his fringe out of his face. “You’ll tell me when you’re allowed, right?”

Nick chuckles, “‘Course, popstar.”

They lie in silence after that, Harry watching Nick, Nick watching the ceiling with a small smile on his face. It hits Harry all at once how much he wants to kiss Nick. They’ve been friends for a little while now, totally long enough for a cheeky kiss goodnight to be a normal thing. Harry knows Nick likes to have someone to sleep next to, but he’s sure all of Nick’s other friends would get a goodnight smooch along with the cuddle.

Harry thinks about just doing it, just leaning over and pressing his mouth to Nick’s when, at the moment he turns toward him, Nick lets out a little snore. Harry can’t help but bark out a laugh; so much for that plan. Instead, he rolls back over and falls asleep listening to Nick’s even breathing with butterflies in his stomach.

Despite falling asleep so quickly, Nick tosses and turns all night, waking Harry up every time he gets out of bed. Harry ignores him the first couple of times, just pulls up the blanket and closes his eyes again, and when he decides he really is going to get up and check on the man, sleep holds him to the bed. He’s not sure when Nick settles, if he ever does, but eventually there’s a long stretch of time where Harry doesn’t wake up as Nick putters about the room.

A loud crash and a yell wake finally rouse Harry completely. He knows it’s early by the faint light coming from Nick’s window. Nick’s not in bed but the shout tells Harry he’s somewhere in the house, so he pushes the bedding aside and hops out of bed to wander toward the living room.

Nick’s not there but is frantically running about the kitchen, topless and muttering to himself.

“Nick?” Harry asks, observing the large puddle of what looks like coffee on the floor.

“Just, ARGH, wanted to make another bloody cup of coffee but nooooo!” Nick wails, mopping up the spill with his t-shirt.

Harry jumps to action, grabbing Nick’s shoulders and leading him to a chair. He puts Nick’s sopping t-shirt in the sink and finds a towel to properly clean up the coffee puddle. Nick keeps saying nonsensical phrases while Harry works. Something about “the radio” and “important day” and “Chris Moyles”. Harry doesn’t really understand but lets Nick rant anyway.

Once the mess is cleaned and there’s a new pot of coffee brewing, Harry notices the radio faintly playing. “Can I turn this up?” He asks.

Nick chokes on air and puts his head down on the table. Harry will take that as a no.

He sets about making them breakfast with what little options he has from Nick’s fridge while Nick rolls his head back and forth on the table, small unintelligent noises emanating from him.

Nick wails again and gets up to turn the radio up himself. The Moyles Breakfast Show is on, Harry doesn’t know much about it other than Nick’s wanted the job since he was a child. Nick doesn’t really say anything bad about anyone, but he also doesn’t have much to say about Moyles either, outside of interviews, which Harry takes to mean as Nick not being overly fond of the DJ.

Harry sets their omelettes and juice on the table and eats warily as Nick gets more and more fidgety.

The radio says Moyles has an announcement to make. “Wonder what that’s about,” Harry ponders, mouth half full of food.

Nick’s voice goes up about six octaves as he says, “No idea.”

Their food is finished and their plates are washed and put away before the announcement actually happens. Nick is positively vibrating in his seat by this point, looking between the radio, his fidgeting hands, his blank phone screen, and a concerned Harry.

Harry knows that Nick knows what’s happening, and is kind of frustrated that Nick won’t just tell him. The man’s starting to freak Harry out, actually, he’s afraid he’s going to have to call 999 before the morning is over.

“I wonder what he’s going to say,” Harry prompts, trying to get Nick to tell him earlier than the radio will.

“I don’t know!” Nick cries, “Let’s just wait to see.”

They’re quiet again as Moyles cues up some sad music, Harry’s heart is thumping hard in his chest and Nicks looks like he’s going to be sick. Harry has no idea what’s going on. That’s when Nick starts crying.

“Nick?” Harry says gently, reaching his hand to where Nick’s are clasped on the radio. He grabs one of them while Nick wipes his eye with another.

“I’m fine! I’m fine, shh! Listen!” He squeezes Harry’s hand tighter and tighter as Moyles keeps talking, tears rolling down his cheeks.

That’s when the ball finally drops, “We’re going to leave the breakfast show,” Moyles says.

Nick’s head drops to the table again and he screams. “Radio 1 are going to find someone new to host the show, they’ll put their take on it…” The radio announces, barely heard over Nick.

Harry doesn’t try to listen anymore because Nick’s sobbing and laughing and going completely hysterical on the table.

“Nick…”

“Hmm hert fermast,” Nick mumbles into the tabletop.

“You what?” asks Harry.

“I got breakfast,” he whispers.

It takes a second to click in Harry’s brain, his first thought is ‘no, I did breakfast,’ and then the pieces start falling together: Moyles’ announcement, Nick’s weird behaviour, the whispered words. Finally, Harry clues in, “YOU GOT BREAKFAST! You’re doing the Radio 1 Breakfast Show!”

Nick takes a shaky breath in and repeats, “I got breakfast.”

Harry bounds from his seat and launches himself into Nick’s lap for a hug. “YOU’RE GOING TO HOST THE BLOODY RADIO 1 BREAKFAST SHOW!” He screams into Nick’s neck.

“Pinch me, I’m not sure this is real.”

Harry smirks and pinches Nick’s bare nipple.

“Oi! Menace. Geroff me you great loaf,” Nick laughs, pushing Harry onto the floor.

As Nick fields phone calls and happy exclamations all day, Harry watches him with what he’s sure is a gross, fond expression. He is over the moon for Nick, couldn’t be happier to be celebrating this momentous occasion with his best friend, wants nothing more than to kiss him in congratulations.

He hasn’t, yet, but it’s not for lack of trying; once the phone calls die down and Nick stops bouncing on all the furniture Harry tries to corner him.

“Harold! Get ready! We’ve got celebrating to do!”

“But Nick-” He’s stopped with Nick’s hand over his mouth.

“Partying. Drinks. BREAKFAST!” He hollers as he jumps down the hall.

Harry sighs fondly; Nick’s too riled up now anyway. He’s sure it would be like kissing an over excited puppy, all tongue. He fixes his hair and follows after him, like he’s the one who’s the puppy.

Harry smiles to himself, remembering how thrilled Nick looked then, and how he seems to glow with happiness now. Nick loves a party and this one is just for him, celebrating his success of getting his dream job. Harry knows the feeling, had felt it from getting put in One Direction on X-Factor straight through to finishing the Up All Night tour, he's sure Nick is feeling just as over the moon as he was then.

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1-64!!!!!!!

....... You certainly want to know a lot... Here we go

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1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?Sometimes, more like I doubt they have lives of their own, and it makes me anxious when I realize they do

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?On a scale of 1-5? 7

3. The person you would never want to meet?I don’t know... The president?

4. What is your favorite word?Favorite word: DefenestrationFavorite word that I actually use daily: Fuck

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?The older tree that has shriveled and died from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 2

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?Y’all don’t wanna know that, the second thing I thought, though, was that I should probably brush my hair

7. What shirt are you wearing?An anarchy tank top I got from Hot Topic YEARS ago

8. What do you label yourself as?Labels are for soup cans I don’t know... If it’s asking for style wise, I dress like a goth video game character, if it’s asking about gender/sexuality, I’m a pan transdude

9. Bright room or dark room?Is this about lights or furniture/windows?? Cause I like lights on... But I like dark furniture, and windows freak me out, so they have to be covered... So... Dark room with a light on?

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?Writing out the last set of questions y’all wanted, I think

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?I liked it when I wasn’t bornLess stress

12. Who told you they loved you last?My girlfriend

13. Your worst enemy?I dunno... My rival from Pokemon? Fucking Gary...

14. What is your current desktop picture?A FFXV promo pic, wallpaper thing

15. Do you like someone?Yaaaaaaaa ~

16. The last song you listened to?Heaven Knows by The Pretty Reckless

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?See my answer to question #3

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?Richard Spencer

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?I don’t know... I’ve never thought about it, and I can’t think of anyone? 

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)My eyes, they’re the only thing I got going for me, right now

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?Well, I would have a flat chest, which would really be niceProbably the same thing I do everyday, try to take over the world sit in my room on my laptop, or go to the bookstore

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?I’m not really good at anything, so I don’t think so

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?Hm... I have an issue with really large glass windows

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal....... A grilled cheese with bacon? I’m a fairly boring person

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?Probably get as many nights in a hotel as I could and get away from here for a couple days

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?London

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?A restaurant over here called Medieval Times has really good frozen strawberry daiquiris  

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?No running in my lobby

29. What is your favorite expletive?Fuck and all variations of it

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?If my phone was in my pocket, then my laptop... If not, then my phone

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?Being born

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!Uhh... Probably still London

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?Carrie Fisher

34. What was your last dream about?I wrote about it earlier, there was wedding ring dropping, a rattlesnake, a giant bed, and the Aoba cake

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]???? You didn’t tell me what you’re asking, so I’m skipping this for now

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?Yes, several times

37. Have you ever built a snowman?Yeah, it wasn’t a very good one, but he had a hat

38. What is the color of your socks?I’m not wearing socks

39. What type of music do you like?I don’t have one particular type... I go from anything like Vocaloid, to various musicals, to The Pretty Reckless, to the soundtrack to Lazy Town

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?Sunsets, because I prefer night time

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?Fudge

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)I have no interest in the sportsball

43. Do you have any scars?Several

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?I’m going into video game design... Or at least, trying to

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?My body

46. Are you reliable?I like to think so

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?Am I happy?

48. Do you hold grudges?I’m a very bitter and petty person... So, yes

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?I will live out my childhood dream of having CatDog

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?I dunno... Probably something with Kristina... There’s screenshots all over my blog

51. Are you a good liar?Yes

52. How long could you go without talking?As long as I felt like it, a lot of the time, I don’t have the energy to speak, anyway

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?I had an asymmetric bob onetime, only it wasn’t supposed to be an asymmetric bob... The lady cutting my hair was determined to make it look feminine, so my friend shaved it when I got back to my boyfriends house

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?I bake all the time

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?I used to could do a Russian accent... I was big on doing accents when I was super big into Hetalia

56. What do you like on your toast?If I have eggs, I’ll put them on my toast... But if not, I used to like grape jelly on my toast...

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?I haven’t drawn anything in so long.... I started a zen tangle a year or so ago.... So, probably that

58. What would be you dream car?A convertible, 4-door, black Audi r8 The Regalia

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.I sit in the shower, it’s warm, and I have a bathtub, so it’s nice

60. Do you believe in aliens?Yes

61. Do you often read your horoscope?I used to, but now I’m too lazy to check it every day

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?X *X-Files theme plays*

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?Dragons, definitely

64. What do you think about babies?Good in theory, good for some people, but being pregnant terrifies me, and I don’t want to be responsible for another human