#(though I mostly met people who lost hearing rather than wear born deaf so the experience might be different)

[the-ace-with-spades]

Someone posted about Jake having a sister who is deaf and uses ASL (I can't find it, sorry) and it woke up the fic idea I had some time ago from hibernation

An AU where shortly after Carole's death, Bradley starts losing his hearing. At first, Mav thinks it's just a lack of focus and him being inside his head too much (which, normal given the mourning/depressive state of Bradley's emotions at the time). But then he and Ice notice it only happens when they're on his right side and start to get worried.

A visit with a family doctor and a visit with an audiologist later, and they find out his hearing loss is expected to progress, they just don't know how far — it can stay mild, it can get worse over the years, or it can get worse quickly. It's probably been happening for some time already, they might have not noticed because so much was happening (which Mav will forever feel guilty about).

Mav and Ice are left to explain all that this implies to Bradley. Mainly that Bradley will never be able to become a pilot with hearing loss, even if it stays mild. And even at thirteen, almost fourteen, all he's always wanted to be was a pilot and they have to break the news to him — even if his hearing doesn't get worse, he won't be able to join the Navy in any deployable role.

Obviously, it doesn't go well. Bradley is in denial, rebelling against anything related to the hearing loss — won't go to the SLT, to the audiologist, won't wear the hearing aids.

Until he starts high school after the summer break and realizes he can't hear the teachers well — not in the front seat, not when the classroom is silent. Turns out, the hearing aids are not enough — he needs a new set up already.

Mav takes out a sabbatical and they start everything from the beginning. New audiologist appointments, new hearing aids, new ASL lessons for the two of them, and some extra ones for Ice as well, lip reading lessons, SLT. Bradley doesn't have a choice, his hearing is getting worse and either he will adapt or his life is going to get difficult — and they're in a good enough situation, financially, and with Mav and Ice caring enough, that he can adapt as much as possible.

By the time he's in junior year, his hearing loss is severe. Their options are either sending Bradley to a boarding school for deaf kids or having him have an interpreter at school. Bradley feels strange about the boarding school so he has an interpreter for the rest of high school — which doesn't get him many friends...

College-wise, he doesn't know what to do. There's a few colleges in California that offer programs with support for deaf students, but the degrees are limited. Eventually, he decides to enroll in the Rochester NTID for aerospace/mechanical engineering and it kinda changes his perspective a lot.

There are other deaf students on campus, some even on his course, and it shows him so many different ways life can be still okay — he's never met anyone deaf his age before and being friends with people who either lost their hearing like him or were born deaf and had been involved in the Deaf community for years is amazing eye-opening. He stops being so bitter about life, even if he'll never stop feeling sad about not realizing his dreams. It teaches him to not care about what others think he is capable or not capable of doing and just do his own thing.

The Institute also has great support, also including the newest hearing aid tech. Cochlear implants only became widely available when he was finishing high school and despite many people celebrating being Deaf on campus, there's many people who also opted to have surgery or implants to help restore or conserve their hearing.

By the time Bradley gets the cochlear implants (funded mostly by Mav and Ice), he's not that set on having them, actually, not as much as he was when he was seventeen and they just came onto the market for kids. In fact, he only wears them for the purpose of work (he gets a civilian contractor job for the US Air Force of all places...) and prefers to have them off when he's at home or around people who know ASL (which is most of their family now). Being deaf is part of him, a part that is bigger and more settled than the part that used to wish he was 'normal'.

He only swaps the implants for a newer model sometime around the early 2010s because they can actually meet the FAA regulations and at the age of twenty-seven, Bradley is finally able to get his pilot license and then a commercial pilot license.

Now the hangster bit...

TG:M happens — Mav is there with the team obviously but Bradley is kinda around him because he's been contracted by the Navy the past few years (kinda like Charlie) and working with Mav in China Lake before.

Bradley shares the office with Mav and they hang around whenever Mav isn't training the Daggers — the whole group is kind of speculating on who he is — and Jake actually meets him once when he's looking for Mav and comes to the office.

He makes an ass out of himself (because this is Jake Sersin we're talking about) and basically shouts at Bradley, who is not wearing his hearing aids at the moment (he's doing paperwork, near the airfield, it's easier to focus if he doesn't hear ever single aircraft taking off) and gets super humbled when Bradley looks at him and only then clicks his very visible external processor on, and then asks him if he needed something.

After the mission, Mav and the Daggers stay close, work and outside as well (trauma bonding, even though Bradley calls them his little ducklings). This means Bradley is around them a lot, too.

Around the Daggers, Bradley wears the cochlear implants almost all the time, just for the sake of being able to be part of the conversation and having a better grip on the background noise and to know what is happening around him.

Now, this is when Jake gets a little... enamored.

Bradley is objectively cool, okay? He's deaf, but he's a commercial pilot and a stunt pilot on the side, he likes to jump out of planes (for research), he volunteers as an ASL interpreter and is certified to interpret. He's hot as well and Jake's brain overheats anytime he answers his half-flirty remarks with the same, if not bigger, force.

And Jake is a bit smitten, but Bradley never really makes a move. He's obviously contemplating making a move himself — Bradley is chill, even if it was a no, he'd not make a big deal out of it — but he's also his CO's kid and the COMPACFLT's kid and like, Jake doesn't wanna be the one to cross the line.

It's Mav who tells him — when he notices him staring at Bradley playing piano (and isn't that super cool? he's deaf and he can play piano better than anyone Jake knows) — that if he wants it, he should go for it because Bradley is too shy to make the first move, ever.

So one evening when they're at a barbecue at Mav's, Jake stays late, basically the only one left, and he is helping Bradley bring the dirty dishes into the kitchen, and Mav leaves them alone (giving him a goddamn wink as he steps out...)

The second Bradley begins with, Look, I'm flattered, he knows he's in a losing position, but tries to negotiate anyway — because he can see Bradley does like him, and for whatever reason, he just needs to point out it's enough and that he can see they have some chemistry and he promises to treat him to a good time if he gives him a chance.

So Bradley tells him how it is — he hasn't dated anyone who isn't deaf/hoh since he was nineteen and he doesn't plan to. Jake is great and he's sure they'd have great chemistry, but he's not the type to do the casual bit and he's pretty sure Jake will never make the effort he needs him to make because he doesn't understand how big part of Bradley being deaf is.

Jake denies it — so Bradley starts signing at him the alphabet (the first thing people learn when they learn ASL usually) and Jake just blinks at him dumbly, proving his point.

Obviously, Jake doesn't get it and says exactly what Bradley expected him to say, Well, I don't really need to know it, you've got the hearing aids.

And to Bradley, it proves that he's either not thinking of them as something long-term or that he just doesn't get what Bradley being deaf means, long-term, for his life. You realize I don't wear them all the time, right? Not at home, not around family, not around most of my friends. Wearing them constantly is exhausting. What will you do when I take them off? Or do you just expect me to never take them off?

Jake goes home and that's it, really.

It's sometime later, a few weeks or a couple of months. Jake's never brought up going on a date again and Bradley made peace with that — he was right and Jake either didn't want to commit or the effort was too big and he's no longer interested in him. Shame, but it's not the first time it happened — mainly why Bradley doesn't date people outside the deaf/hoh community anymore, they don't understand, he's cured or acceptable kind of deaf to them, because of the implants but when they come off — he's deficient.

The Daggers are sitting down with Mav when Bradley comes home and they're in the middle of a conversation and Bradley doesn't want to interrupt Bob so he just asks Mav via signing if he ate dinner already. Before Mav answers, Jake says out loud, We ordered in, leftovers are in the fridge.

And fair enough, Bradley goes to the kitchen and he's unpacking gyro from the plastic container when it hits him — Jake just understood his signing. And like, what the hell.

He doesn't want to make a scene so he waits until Jake is a little bit more alone (not really possible with their group).

When Jake notices him staring, he just goes, Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?

And Bradley feels a bit stupid, but he signs the same thing he asked Mav before and waits for some kind of answer and Jake just says, Shit, and gets all red in the face.

So Bradley just starts signing. How long, why didn't tell me, what the hell, and all that. Because why didn't Jake told him he could understand, that he knows ASL?

And Jake just stares at him. You're going way too fast, I'm not that good at it yet

And Bradley stops and stares at him dumbly. Yet?

Sheepishly, Jake's face gets even redder, and he's avoiding Bradley's gaze as he says, I was gonna tell you once I can actually communicate and not just know a few words and phrases.

You know it's going to take months, right? I took me months and I was learning for hours every day and practicing with my dad all the time.

Well, I assumed you meant I need to know it if I want to take you out so, y'know...

And Bradley just looks at this dumb dumb man and just maybe falls in love a little bit. You don't need to be fluent in a whole new language to date me, just acknowledging you'll have to at least try is enough.

It's actually more than enough. Maybe Bradley is a bit fond of Jake, sue him, but it's more than enough to give him a chance.

Oh, is all Jake says, okay then.

And Jake clears his throat, steps a little bit away and takes a minute to revise in his head, and then signs,

DATE-YOU-WANT-GO-WITH-ME

It's a little clumsy and a bit slow, but Bradley takes his time to slow down and just signs YES in reply

[alovelymoonbeam]

Deaf Newsies Fic ch 1

Right, I’m finally doing it. I’ve been half writing this story for a few years, but I’m finally posting the first chapter for the newsies quarantine project day two. If you actually like it/want me to post more/have an idea for a title, lmk

disclaimer: I am not Deaf, nor do I know anyone who is deaf. Everything in this is based on what I learned about Deaf culture in my ASL class, so if something is wildly inaccurate, or offensive, or anything, please let me know, and I’ll fix it.

also i wrote most of this like two years ago so it kinda sucks sorry

@watchwhathappensfromafar

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I was starving. That was the only thought that could really cross my mind at the time. It wasn’t that I’d never gone hungry before. After all, missing meals had been a favorite punishment of the school I’d been at. But this was different. I hadn’t eaten at all in three days. The first day I’d been too busy running until I keeled over with exhaustion to bother with finding food. It hadn’t seemed as important as getting away at the time. The next two days I’d spent hiding, and trying to avoid the police. Today the lack of food had finally caught up with me, and it dulled the intense fear of getting caught enough that I attempted to beg for money so that I could actually buy some food. Unfortunately for me, I was having quite a bit of trouble, since I couldn’t really speak to anyone I met, nor could I understand them very well. 

This wasn’t anything new of course, seeing as I was deaf. I had very little residual hearing, so I hadn’t yet managed to figure out speech (though not for lack of trying). I could lipread fairly well all things considered, but it was kind of like attempting to read something in extremely low lighting. I had to concentrate really hard, and didn’t understand most of what a person said. Unfortunately my slow learning and lack of understanding often got me in trouble back at the school, which was the main reason I was out on the streets in the first place.

I had no idea where I had ended up. Back then the streets of New York confounded me. The buildings were like the walls of some complex maze, full of dead ends and wrong turns. This was mostly because the people who had raised me kept me cooped up at that stupid school, where I’d had little to no access to the outside world, and during school breaks I hadn’t been allowed out because they were scared that I would get lost (or something like that. They never bothered to tell me). I was so clueless back then. I mean, I’d lived in New York my whole life, but I didn’t know the first thing about it!

Anyways, I had mostly given up trying to beg for money. The people around me couldn’t understand me, and I couldn’t understand them. There wasn’t much point in signing to them. The small part of my brain that wasn’t focused on my hunger was cursing my parents for insisting I spend my time trying to figure out lipreading and speech rather than learning how to get around New York on my own. Stupid parents.

I followed the current of people, too exhausted to know or care where I was headed. My only comfort was that I was still better off than I had been before. As I made my way, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My entire body tensed up. I had always hated it when people touched me unexpectedly, and my recent experiences hadn’t done anything to help the fact. I turned to see a police officer.

Now, before I continue on with this story, I’d like to take this moment to say that I am normally a smart, rational person, who is very good at getting away from the police without incident when the time calls for it. But I was starving, scared, and exhausted. I was drained from my escape, and the stressful last three days. So when a cop grabbed my shoulder, and asked me a question that I hadn’t managed to see, I panicked. 

I yanked my arm out of the officer’s hand, and I ran. An instant later, I realized what a bad idea that was. I knew he would be chasing me. I may as well have painted the word GUILTY across my forehead. I also knew that there was no way I could outrun him or hide. I was too exhausted. As I ran, my lungs burned, and my legs ached. I wove my way through the crowd, praying for a miracle. In the middle of said prayer, I slammed right into one.

The person I had not managed to avoid was a boy, a few years older than me. He wore a blue shirt, with a black vest over it, and a grey cap. He wasn’t wearing a coat, which was a pretty bad idea, since it was January. His clothes were worn, but clean, and he looked rather confused, which made sense, considering I had just plowed right into him while being chased by a police officer. 

He said something to me probably along the lines of What’s wrong? or Who are you? or Why on earth did you run into me, and why is there a police officer chasing you? Of course, I couldn’t be sure, since I was a bit busy panicking. 

I shook my head, and said the only thing I know how to say in English. I’m deaf.

His eyes widened in understanding. Just then the cop caught up with me. The boy and I turned to face him. I probably would have started running again, but the boy put his arm around me, keeping me in place. Normally this would have made me either panic, or kick him to get away, but he was acting completely carefree, as if an out of breath, angry cop wasn’t standing in front of us.

What seems….problem officer? the boy asked. His unruffled behavior seemed to confuse the cop as much as it confused me. 

That girl did something, the officer answered. I scowled at the officer, then turned to the boy and shook my head. Sure, I had run when he asked me a question, but that was still quite a bit of a conclusion he was jumping to. 

….mind explaining what happened? he asked, readjusted  the strap on his bag. The officer paused, probably realizing that I really hadn’t done anything that would warrant his pursuit, other than running.

I asked….she….okay. She didn’t answer….I put my hand….her shoulder and asked again, and when I did, she started running, he said. The boy raised his eyebrows, and the officer’s scowl deepened. I doubted he liked explaining just how unintelligent he was to a couple of kids half his age. 

I think I understand the problem, the boy said after a pause. See, officer, my sister here is deaf. ….as been since she was born. Couldn’t understand a word you was saying. She gets spooked pretty easily too, on account….her not being able to hear people coming and all. When people touch her, and she isn’t expecting it, she gets scared, and runs. Specially if it isn’t someone she knows. 

I was proud of myself for understanding what he said. Usually I didn’t get so much out of a conversation, but even though he seemed to have a rather strong accent, he talked at a good pace, and wasn’t exaggerating his words to make it ‘easier’ for me to understand. What he said surprised me. If you were smart, you didn’t stick your neck out for other people, especially one you didn’t know. But he had gone and lied to a police officer, who I didn’t doubt would arrest him for less, all so he could help some random kid who happened to run into him.

...sorry… the officer said, and walked away. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Not only had the boy lied for me, but the officer had believed him. As I was puzzling over this, the boy began to lead me somewhere. 

I stopped, and he turned to look at me. Yes, he had saved me from the cop, but I still didn’t know anything about him, and I didn’t know why he was willing to risk being arrested to help me. In my experience, when people helped you out, it was because they expected something in return, and I wanted to know exactly what I was getting myself into.

“What’s your name?” I signed to him, hoping he would somehow magically understand.

Sorry, what? he asked, confused. I sighed. Looks like we were doing this the hard way. 

I pointed to him, hoping that would do the trick. Fortunately, it got the message across.

Oh! My name’s Jack, he answered. I smiled, and shook my hands, in the sign form of applause.

“Why did you help me?” I asked.

Sorry, is….don’t understand, Jack said. I was pretty sure I missed something he said, but I decided to figure it out later, and try to get him to understand my question. 

“Before…” I mimed the cop chasing after me.

When the bull was chasing you… he guessed. I nodded.

“You…” I mimed putting my arm around someone, and mimicked his carefree demeanor. “She’s my sister. She’s deaf. It's fine,” I signed. 

Is that me? he asked with a smile. I nodded. When I helped you? he asked. I nodded again.

“You helped me,” I signed.

“You helped me,” he repeated. I shook my head, and corrected him. “I helped you,” he tried again. I nodded.

“You helped me. Why?” I asked again.

Why did I help you? he asked. I nodded, and signed yes. Oh, well….. needed help. That cop was one…. Snyder’s….. He…..taken.... refuge, and no.... deserves that and...

Oh gosh, I thought as he continued to ramble. Evidently his accent got thicker when he was nervous. That was gonna make things difficult for me. I didn’t understand several of his words, and he was still going.

“Wait, stop.” I signed. 

What? he asked.

“Slow down,” I signed. I mimed him rambling, and my confusion. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

Oh, am I talking to fast? he asked slower, but thankfully not agonizingly slow. I nodded.

Sorry. I was just saying that no one deserves to go to the refuge. That’s the jail for kids, he explained. It's a terrible place. 

“You’ve been there?” I asked. He didn’t know the signs, but he seemed to guess my meaning.

Have I been there? he asked. I nodded. Yeah. I didn’t do anything. But the more kids they bring in, the more they get paid, he explained. They arrest….kids over nothing.

“Okay,” I signed.

Do you need a place to stay? he asked, changing the subject.

“What?” I asked, confused.

You look like you don’t have anywhere to go, he explained. Do you need a place to stay? 

I hesitated, deciding whether or not I should give him that information. Even though I still barely knew him, and I found out he’d been arrested at some point, I felt like I could trust him. He had done his best at understanding me, and hadn’t treated me like I was stupid. And he had saved me. I figured the least I could do was give him a chance. Plus my escape had been pretty poorly planned, and I had no other ideas on what to do.

“Yes,” I admitted, nodding so he would understand.

Well, a couple…. away....lodging house….not super fancy, but....bed, and food. They take any kid….pay, long as they don’t....trouble, he said. Me…. other newsies stay there. If you want, you can too.

“I don’t have money,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t pay.”

You don’t want to? he guessed. I shook my head. No wait, you can’t? he tried again. I nodded.

“I can’t.” I said.

“Can’t,” he repeated, speaking the word while doing the sign. I nodded. Okay. So why can’t you? Oh, wait, do you not have money? he asked. I nodded.

Don’t worry about it. Me and a few….kids have a little fund so we can help new kids get back on their feet. It’ll only pay for a night, but tomorrow, you can sell with us.

Before I could answer, Jack grabbed my hand, and began leading me through the crowd. I yanked my hand out of his. He stopped, and turned towards me, confused.

“Don’t touch my hands,” I signed, doing my best not to get angry. I hated it when people did that. Hand grabbing might be fine for hearing people, but for me it was the equivalent of shoving a gag down my throat. My hands were my way of communicating, and I wasn’t going to let anyone silence me, intentionally or otherwise.

Your hands? Oh! You don’t want me to touch your hands, right? Jack guessed. I nodded.

“Don’t touch my hands,” I repeated. He nodded.

Okay, I won’t. This way, he said, turning the corner. I grabbed onto his shoulder to avoid losing him on the crowded streets. 

As we were walking, he pulled newspapers out of his bag, and said things that I didn’t manage to catch as they weren’t directed towards me. When he did this, people would come up to him and buy the papers. At one point while talking to someone, he pulled me close to him and put his arm around my shoulder, like he had to escape the cop. I turned towards him to see what he was saying.

….my sister here….deaf, you see….I did my best not to laugh at how pitiful he looked. He was definitely overacting, much more than he had when he had gotten the cop to leave. 

Poor thing...all I can spare...hope you two will be alright….said the man, handing Jack a coin. I realized that he was using my deafness to earn pity points with the man he was speaking to. Nowadays I do the same thing (hey, if people are going to treat me like less of a person cause I communicate in a different way than they do, I have no problem making myself appear more pitiful to get a few extra cents), but at the time I was pretty angry about the whole thing. I was about to say some rather unsavory things and leave, but he handed me the coin. 

Looking in my hand, I saw a dime. The man hadn’t even bought a pape, but playing up my deafness had gotten us a whole dime! I looked up, eyes wide, and Jack smiled mischievously at me.

Rule one a being a newsie, if you have the pity card, use it, he said.Then, nodding towards the coin, That’ll pay for a meal and a place to sleep tonight.

“Thanks,” I signed distractedly, still considering the events that had just taken place.

 I hated it when people pitied me or acted like I wasn’t quite a person. I hated being ignored or stared at when I signed. I didn’t really mind being deaf, but I hated how people reacted to it. But Jack had just shown me another side to it all. People would pity me no matter what. But I’d just been shown how to use it to my advantage. I smiled. This whole thing was going to work out just fine, it seemed.

One shortcut through a broken fence and a few minutes later, we arrived at the Newsie Lodging House. It was a building with several floors, including, but not limited to, a dining room, a schoolroom, a gym, and dorms for the kids, not to mention Jack’s penthouse (though I didn’t know about that at the time). The bottom floor was almost all rented out to different shops, leaving nothing but a small entrance and stairway that led up to the rest of the lodging house.

Jack opened the small door of the lodging house and into the entryway (if you can call it that). It was a room not much bigger than a closet, with walls covered in hooks, presumably for coats. I remember being confused about why there were so many hooks when, judging by the size of that room, there couldn’t be more than a dozen children there. 

I followed Jack up the stairs and onto the third floor. It mainly consisted of a schoolroom, full of desks, and complete with a chalkboard. I didn’t know it at the time, but the room was so that the kids who worked during the day could still get some form of education when they were finished selling. It also happens to be where Mr. Heig’s office is.

Pop! You….here? Jack called. If I had to guess, I’d say that Mr. Heig replied based on Jack’s reaction. A moment later, he appeared out of a back room. Mr. Heig has been running the lodging house for as long as anyone can remember. He’s an older man, with grey hair and a beard. He has a little bit of a pot belly, and even though he can be strict when it comes to how he runs the place, we all love him.

Why...back...selling, Jack? He asked, walking towards us.

I found…. Jack started to say something, but at this point I stopped paying attention to the conversation. Neither of them were directly facing me, and when hearing people are talking to each other, they go so much faster. It makes it impossible to keep up. Instead, I observed my surroundings. 

The schoolroom reminded me of the school I had come from, but it was a lot bigger, and a lot more run down. The desks were old, and mismatched, and some of them looked like they would fall apart at any given moment. The chalkboard had the remains of a math lesson smudged on it, as if the teacher couldn’t be bothered to erase it properly. The eraser itself was actually just a piece of old cloth, dirty and covered in chalk, and really should have been replaced long ago. But in spite of everything, the room in general was neat and clean, and everything seemed to be in its proper place.

At that moment, Jack tapped my shoulder. I turned back to the conversation to find the both of them looking at me expectantly.

“What?” I asked.

Didn’t you say she could read lips? Asked Mr. Heig.

“I can, but it's hard, and the two of you were going to fast,” I answered, annoyed at having to explain this. Hearing people assume that it's so easy to lipread, but it's really super freaking hard! You try understanding a conversation that’s not directed to you and in another language that you only vaguely know! 

Was it too fast? Jack guessed. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Hearing people were so much work.

“Yes, and the two of you….” I turned away from them, and mimed them talking super fast. “When you talk fast, and turn away, I can’t understand.”

Sorry. We were just asking why you were on the streets? asked Jack. 

“My mom got sick and died, and I don’t have any other family,” I answered. It was a lie. A complete and total lie. Luckily, they couldn’t understand me at all, since I had signed fast, and kept my face blank to give them no clues to what I was actually saying.

Did you understand anything she said? Mr. Heigs asked Jack. He shook his head helplessly. I rolled my eyes. Hearing people were ridiculously inept at reading people. They turned away just enough that I couldn’t tell what they were saying. Probably not on purpose, but it was still annoying. I moved to a position where I could see them a bit better. 

....race...sign language….ask him... I only caught the bare minimum of what Jack said, and it left me confused as always. I did my best to stifle a yawn. I hadn’t slept properly or really at all since I ran away, and evidently, it was starting to catch up with me. Mr. Heigs took notice. 

….upstairs. She looks like….about to fall over, he said. Jack nodded, and then turned to me. 

Come on, he said. We’ll find you someplace….sleep. 

I nodded, and followed him up the stairs.

[nanabeats]

Stealing a thing!

Stealing this from @a-kitsuneet-and-a-cybele, but instead just answering things down the list that I can or feel comfortable enough answering

1:Full name Alice Armstrong.

2:Age 22, last I checked

3: Fears? Mostly anxiety-related things, but something you might not expect is a fear of silence. Better dead than deaf, imo

4: 3 things I love I’mma be a dork and list @daxreythaak here. Also, music and good  food

5: 4 turns on Nope! Try again later.

6: 4 turns off Bad grammar, low intelligence, persistent clinginess,  and big egos.

7:My best friend Not answering this because it’s not a competition

8:Sexual orientation Yes.

9:My best first date Uhm. Dates? Right, people do those...

10:How tall am I 6′3

11:What do I miss Headshots. Every time. 

12:What time were I born Grammar o’clock. 3:44 AM, I think?

13:Favourite color Purple

14:Do I have a crush No, though I might go get one from the gas station. Orange sounds tasty right about now

15:Favourite quote This changes based on the day. Give me a topic, I’ll come up with something quotable for it

16:Favourite place My bed

17:Favourite food Knowing that Dax is reading this right now, General Tso’s chicken is fucking delicious

18:Do I use sarcasm? Never. Is there any other answer to this?

19:What am I listening to right now: Ga1ahad and the Scientific Witchery by Mili. @grexion just put it on in Plug. https://plug.dj/makais-shipyard

20:First thing I notice in new person: Hair

21:Shoe size Big

22:Eye color Blue with hazel flecks, or hazel with a blue ring around it. Depends on who you ask

23:Hair color? Very very brown

24:Favourite style of clothing? Simple.

25:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “R”? No/

27:Meaning behind my URL I wanted Foxy-thoughts but it was taken. Also foxes. And thoughts. And personal blog. Pretty self explanitory

28:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “M”? Teeeeeeeeeechnically?

29:Favourite song: At the moment, Zenmajikake no Kami wa Kaku Katakiri by Automata Girl. If I haven’t posted it yet, I will tomorrow

30:Favourite band: Depends on the day, but Alstroemeria, Shibayan, and RD-Sounds are my top three

31:How I feel right now? On a scale of 1-10? Ask Ana mains how they feel about onetrick Genjis stuck in low Silver, and convert that to a number. 

32:Someone I love: Already tagged @daxreythaak

33:My current relationship status Taken by ^

34:My relationship with my parents? FUCK NO

35:Favourite holiday: yule/Winter Solstice 

36:Tattoos and piercing i have: None

37:Tattoos and piercing i want: None

38:The reason I joined Tumblr: Long story short, @the-cursed-swordsman is a fucking cool blog.

39:Do I and my last ex hate each other? Normally? No. Presently? Fucking pissed at him for something that happened an hour ago

40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? The latter, occasionally

41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? EW NO! She has 44 years on me and I could go on for ages ranting about why that’s a bad idea

42:When did I last hold hands? Either this morning, 8:30 AM or last night, 8:00 PM

43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Depends on how long I’m given. On a day where I have nothing to do? Three to five hours. Emergency? Three to five seconds, depending on how quickly I can get my legs over the edge of the bed 

44:Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? No

45:Where am I right now? Work

46:If I were drunk &; can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? The morgue. I don’t drink.

47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable. Normally.

48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad? I’d murder the former and the latter hasn’t been in my life for twelve years now. Thank god. No.

49:Am I excited for anything? POP|CULTURE 6, Alstroemeria Records

50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

51:How often do I wear a fake smile? Nope!

52:When was the last time I hugged someone? Today, 9-ish AM

53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? I’d be confused as hell...

54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Probably

55:What is something I disliked about today? Everything but Plug and so far, this list

56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Nah, I’m content as I am

57:What do I think about most? Anxiety things!

58:What’s my strangest talent? I guess I can kick myself in the face if I want to? Don’t ask how I learned that or where I got a prize for it?

59:Do I have any strange phobias? Silence

60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind.

61:What was the last lie I told? “Fine, I won’t drag you into this discussion”.

62:Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Chatting online. I hate phone calls.

63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? If they exist, they exist. If they eventually matter, they eventually matter.  However, they do not matter to me at this moment, therefore they are not something I am concerned with

64:Do I believe in magic? To an extent

65:Do I believe in luck? Aye

66:What’s the weather like right now? Cloudy

67:What was the last book I’ve read? The Iron Druid Chronicles book two, Hexed, I think?

68:Do I like the smell of gasoline? No?

69:Do I have any nicknames? Plenty

70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Rolled my ankle once. Hurt worse than the road rash from ditching my bike when a car cut me off, so probably more severe. I don’t get injured. I get sick.

71:Do I spend money or save it? Spend...

72:Can I touch my nose with a tounge? With someone else’s, yes

73:Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Grammar. And no.

74:Favourite animal? DO YOU HAVE TO ASK?

75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Getting ready for bed. The night before that? Talking to people

76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Zhou.

77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7xai5u_tnk

78:How can you win my heart? Nope!

79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Something that other people will see as fitting

80:What is my favorite word?

81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr

82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

83:Do I have any relatives in jail?

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

85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

86:What is my current desktop picture? I have entire folder of these that I could share sometime if anyone wants me to.

87:Had sex? Yes

88:Bought condoms? Yes

89:Gotten pregnant? No

90:Failed a class? Only once, when sabotaged by my mother. I was still one of the best students in that class

91:Kissed a boy? Aye

92:Kissed a girl? Yup

93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? I think so?

94:Had job? Kinda

95:Left the house without my wallet? Who needs a wallet when you’re broke?

96:Bullied someone on the internet? Yes

97:Had sex in public? Kinda

98:Played on a sports team? No

99:Smoked weed? Not actively, though my stepdad was a dealer and the house always smelled of it

100:Did drugs? HELL no

101:Smoked cigarettes? Nope

102:Drank alcohol? Kinda, leaning no.

103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No.

104:Been overweight? Aye

105:Been underweight? No

106:Been to a wedding? Once

107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Frequently

108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight? When younger

109:Been outside my home country? Yes

110:Gotten my heart broken? Kinda?

111:Been to a professional sports game? Twice

112:Broken a bone? No

113:Cut myself? Never intentionally. I’ve cut myself ON things, but I’ve never self-harmed

114:Been to prom? And hated the picture from it

115:Been in airplane? No

116:Fly by helicopter? No

117:What concerts have I been to? I’d rather not...

118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex? What part of “Sexuality? Yes.” do you not get? Yes.

119:Learned another language? Partially

120:Wore make up? Yes

121:Lost my virginity before I was 18? No, actually

122:Had oral sex? Yes

123:Dyed my hair? It would kill me

124:Voted in a presidential election? No, the only one that I’ve been old enough to vote in was the most recent one, and at that point I was stuck in legal limbo between two counties and couldn’t get to where I was registered

125:Rode in an ambulance? No

126:Had a surgery? Not yet

127:Met someone famous? Kinda?

128:Stalked someone on a social network? Kinda

129:Peed outside? Yes

130:Been fishing? Yes

131:Helped with charity? Yes

132:Been rejected by a crush? Kinda? But not really.

133:Broken a mirror? Yes

134:What do I want for birthday? A “my” in this question. Also for people not to pay attention to it. Or maybe a new laptop would be nice

135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names? Five. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen. Never. And Fat Chance. Really though, please no kids

136:Was I named after anyone? No

137:Do I like my handwriting? No

138:What was my favourite toy as a child? I don’t remember

139:Favourite Tv Show? Presently? Rick and Morty, though I watch it online.

140:Where do I want to live when older? Somewhere peaceful

141:Play any musical instrument? No

142:One of my scars, how did I get it? Set my hand on a broken mirror.

143:Favourite pizza toping? Topping. Bacon?

144:Am I afraid of the dark? No

145:Am I afraid of heights? Kinda?

146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Gotten caught? Almost. Once. Though it wasn’t “bad”, per-se. My mother walked into my room unannounced during my first ever orgasm. That was... Interesting. She still doesn’t know about this.

147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Aye

148:What I’m really bad at: Lots of things

149:What my greatest achievments are

150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: I don’t really hold on to things like that

151:What I’d do if I won in a lottery Invest

152:What do I like about myself: Well, I’m a fairly influential person when I choose to be, and I’m fairly good at pulling through tough spots

153:My closest Tumblr friend Not a contest, so not answering

154:Something I fantasise about: [REDACTED]