#... NO WAY POLITICAL WAS ONLY 59 TIMES. I CALL BS.
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I MAY have a favorite band,,,
... I also may be deep in my Megaman hyperfix still...
#spotify wrapped#dirt poor robins#muse would probably be higher if i didnt listen to their cds instead of spotify so much#THE MEGAS AND PROTOMEN BEING IN THE TOP 5 TOO OMGGGGG. THE BRAINROT IS REAL.#GOD I THOUGHT SOMEONE ELSE WOULD GET A SONG IN THE TOP 5 BUT NOOOOOOOO#... how tf am i only top 0.1% of DPR. ... ohhhh its because i steal Shrike's aux cord when we drive#bc i listen to them a bit too much...#... NO WAY POLITICAL WAS ONLY 59 TIMES. I CALL BS.
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A very good “Hello there!” to you! [taps hat]
5, 6, 15, 19, 23, 28, 58, 59, 64, 70, 76, 77 and 90?
Would have had it bother you if the numbers were in random order???
I asked maybe ten people since yesterday some questions and am tired of reading every question from top to bottom over and over again, just so I can pick the current best/most interesting ones for the person who reblogged.
hello!!
wow that's a lot of questions! thank you!! (and thank you for coming up with them omg)
I do like that they're in order, yes - makes it a) easier and b) it's more pleasing this way, feels "right" haha
5. One disgusting meal in your eyes?
I'm kind of turning into a picky eater (oops) so there's a bunch really... but anything very artifical for sure. my wife's girlfriend made me try boxed max and cheese the other day and while that specific one was sort of edible, that's the kind of thing I'm thinking about here
6. Do you have any idols?
not really? I generally admire people who live their life very authentically, no matter what others say and just do their own thing but there aren't really specific (known) people that I could name
15. Do you believe in ghosts?
yeah kinda?
19. If you have the chance to spectate unseen and unnoticed any moment of history, what would you be choosing?
I think the Stonewall Riots tbh
23. Best ingredients for a pizza?
If we're talking toppings then: tomatoes, olives, arugula
28. Which age of human past fascinates you the most?
TikTok would have a field day but... ancient rome lol
58. What burdens you most with your local school system? (What would you change?)
dang it's been a while since I went to school but here in Germany we have this three-tiered school system where with the "lowest" and shortest type you can only get mostly do manual labor or "unskilled" (which is a bs concept anyway) jobs and only with the "highest" and longest type can you study at a university afterwards. Oh and you can sorted when you're like 10 years old?? it sucks
59. Some political matter you're mad about?
pfft lots. does it count if I say the persistent rise of the right like... everywhere?
64. Can you give us one reason for flat-earth theory? (fun or not)
well, we wouldn't have the expression "fall off the face of the earth" because *obviously* you can't fall if it's round (joking)
70. What do you think human kind spends too much money on?
the military, generally speaking
76. What's the most romantic thing you ever have done for someone?
I'm not really a romantic person oopsie but I guess it's when I proposed to my now spouse and made an "adventure book" where I put pictures and some text of notable steps, trips, etc. in our relationship and then in the end asked if they want to go on the next adventure with me to get married
77. Can you imagine something pretty romantic you would like your/a partner to do for you?
again, I'm not a super romantic person so I struggle with conceiving "romantic" things... but anything that shows that they know me and care for me always makes me all happy
90. If you know your go-to person currently has time, do you still text them, call them or leave a voice message?
depends, really. I'm mostly a text person but if it's urgent or too long/complicated to do via text I'll call. not a big fan of voice messages tbh
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Welcome To The Dark Side (Priya x MC)(2/???)
Chapter Two: Want (Part 1)
A/N: So as it turns out, Tumblr has a limit on how long your posts can be (🙃), which is why I’m going to have to split the chapter into two and why it ends so abruptly. Don’t worry, the next chapter is airing in like two minutes. It also has smut. Anyway, special thanks to @delphinusbae, @dulcedemigoddessmasse, and @1suicidenotes1 for providing encouragement and feedback!
You’ve always been attracted to the wrong sort of thing. Neon signs in seedy bars, cigarette smoke blown from devilish smiles, that telltale glint you see in someone’s eye when they’re ready to take you somewhere you don’t know if you can come back from. A disturbing majority of the girls you’ve had fall into that category: so forbidden and so gorgeous, you couldn't help but want them. It’s an addiction, plain and simple. And all you can do once you succumb to that addiction is hope the thrill of entwined bodies is worth the empty bed in the morning.
You wake up with a pounding hangover and the first thing you notice is that the bed isn’t empty. You prop yourself up on your arms to look around. Priya’s sitting up next to you, legs swinging lazily off the bed, holding a perfectly round red apple in a manicured hand. She turns to you, a soft smile on her lips. The heavy curtains in her room filter out most of the sun, but the rays that do make it bathe her hair in a halo of soft golden light. “Morning, beautiful,” she says, and her voice sounds a little tired and a lot content. A small smile graces her gorgeous face, surprisingly unguarded. Even though she looks exactly the same as yesterday, there’s something different about her. Something softer, beneath her usual hazy veneer of loud music and louder moans.
She bites into the apple. Juice drips from the corner of her mouth, rolling in lazy drops down to her chin. Something about the action jars your memory. An alcohol-blurred scene flashes in your mind: overwhelming sheer indulgence, her teeth cutting into your neck, how fucking perfect she looked on top of you. And a trail of blood— your blood— tracing a path from her mouth to chin.
Holy shit. You actually did that. You actually let her.
Congratulations, you think to yourself, half-sarcastic and half-incredulous. You not only managed to screw a vampire, but also allowed her to drink your blood. Jesus Christ, who knows how many blood-transmitted STDs you might’ve gotten? It’s not like you took vampire Sex Ed. Shit, were we supposed to use protection? Dental dams?
The sudden flood of mental ramblings combined with your mounting panic exacerbates your hangover painfully. With a pitiful whine, you drop back down onto the bed and roll over until your face is buried in a pillow. It… smells like her. Surprisingly enough, the faint scent of saffron calms you near-instantly, your heartbeat returning to its normal pace. Even the marching band stomping away inside your skull seems to have quieted down.
You feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong, darling?”
You don’t know. You can’t deny that it says something about your character that you jumped into bed with a paranormal entity as soon as she asked politely. And then not-so-politely. If this was a regular hookup in a regular bar with a human, you could walk away from the tangled sheets, paint over your hickeys with makeup and never see her again. Easy as that. But this woman is tied closely to your boss, given that they’re both Clan leaders, and if you want to keep working with Adrian you’re probably going to have to see her again.
You suppress a low, self-deprecating chuckle. Wow. Only you could get entangled in some kind of criminal vampire conspiracy mere hours after getting hired for your dream job.
“One-night-stand regret?” Priya guesses near-perfectly, a hint of what could be remorse embedded in the words. You flip over, smoothing your hair out of your face and turning to her. Lying to her… would not be a good idea, especially if vampires have supernatural intuition or something equally BS. So you tell her the truth, and hope you don’t end up looking like juice box by the end of it.
“Kind of. I mean, last night was great. More than great, even.” You pause momentarily to relish in the memory of delirious heat and delicious hints of pain mixed in with mind-shattering pleasure. Your eyes begin to glaze over.... No, wait, fuck! Focus! You shake your head to clear away the remaining cobwebs in your mind, and continue. “It’s just… I don’t know. Sleeping with a vampire wasn’t really on my bucket list, y’know? Especially since you and my boss seem to be kinda, uh. Not close?” You end on a question, feeling like you’re tiptoeing around land mines.
Priya throws her head back and laughs. It’s a nice sound, filled with lazy indulgence and sweet satisfaction. Completely at odds with what she says next. “If you never want to see me again, that’s completely fine.” The words come out casually, smooth and without any trace of hesitation. “More of my human lovers do than not. Of course, then they had to be taken care of by the Council… but I don’t think that’ll be necessary in your case.” She tosses her apple core into the trash can by the door nonchalantly, before scooting forward a few inches toward you. Her eyes are a dark, rich, mahogany color, and they sweep up and down the length of your body in a way that makes you feel like you’re exposed, completely bare for her to see. She’s not smiling anymore. “You can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“Yes,” you whisper, the word slipping out of your lips not entirely because of self-preservation reasons. You want her to look at you fondly, to smile at you and kiss you and– fuck. Looking for affection from a vampire is dumb. You know that. So why are you still doing it?
The moment you speak, the smile is back on her face, as stunning as ever. When she smiles at you… it feels like the sun itself is beaming. Like everything is right in the world, even if just for a moment. Your breath catches in your chest involuntarily and you have to consciously make yourself inhale and exhale. This... this is bad. You need to get away from this– away from her. She’s not good for you. You shouldn’t want her so much.
(But you do.)
“Good girl,” she smirks, oblivious to your mental turmoil. “Anyway, even if I was going to report you to the Council, I’m sure Adrian would made sure every hair on your pretty little head is safe. He seems to have taken a shine to you. I can understand why.” She pulls your chin up to meet her half-lidded gaze, and you freeze like a rabbit caught by a wolf. Her next words come out low and soft, promising things you don’t understand exactly but want anyway. “If I’m being honest… I’ve taken a shine to you too. I wish I could keep you.”
She sighs, before letting go of my chin and turning away, running slim fingers through her thick dark hair. “Speaking of Addy… he’s awfully concerned about you. As are a bunch of other people.” She opens a drawer in her bed-stand and takes out your phone, before tossing it to you. “It was beeping and ringing the whole night so I put it away. Feel free to go and tell whoever’s stalking you that no, the evil vampiress hasn’t murdered you or done some other horrific thing.” She pauses, then grins wickedly. “Well, to be fair, you went through a lot of “little death”s last night.”
It takes you a moment for your rudimentary high-school French to parse the innuendo, and when you do, you light up a bright cherry-red. Priya laughs at your sheepish expression, but quickly turns serious again. “No, really. You have good friends.” Is that a touch of wistfulness you hear? Jealousy, even?
You don’t have time to try and figure it out. When you turn on your phone, your jaw actually drops– 46 messages and 23 voicemails?! What the metaphorical fuck?! Quickly scrolling through them, you realize the bulk of them are from Lily, though Adrian’s contributed to the rest.
Lily Spencer [11:43 PM]: Where are youuuuu
Lily Spencer [12:26 AM]: Are you getting it on w/ your hot boss? ;)
Lily Spencer [1:09 AM]: No but really where the fuck are you??? I’m legit worried smh
Lily Spencer [1:59 AM]: Are you okay??? Text me “mchanzo” if you need an emergency rescue!!!
39 more messages from Lily Spencer. Tap here to view them.
You groan. Fuck. You can already feel a headache coming on. Combined with your throbbing hangover, that’s a deadly combination. You send off a quick “Don’t worry, I’m okay!” to Lily and then check Adrian’s messages.
Adrian Raines [12:11 AM]: I’m really sorry for bringing you to Priya’s studio. I didn’t know she’d be like this.
Adrian Raines [1:02 AM]: Are you alright? Tell Priya you’re under my protection. She can’t hurt you.
Adrian Raines [1:38 AM]: Call me and I’ll be right there. I was stupid to bring you there. I’m sorry.
You cringe. Well, Adrian didn’t seem to take it too badly, but it’ll still be really awkward when you see him at work today—
Wait.
With an ice-cold, creeping dread, you hurriedly check the time at the top of your phone. Surely enough, the numbers there pronounce your doom: 9:23 AM.
“I’m late,” you gasp in horror.
Sensing your profound distress, Priya cranes her neck over your shoulder. Her eyes quickly flit through the messages, and a wry grin makes its way onto her scarlet lips. “I did tell you Adrian was awfully protective,” she says, a glaze of bitterness souring the otherwise cheerful words. “Though I’m a little offended he thinks I would hurt you. Of course I wouldn’t. You’re too pretty for that,” she remarks casually, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
You swallow and ignore the aching, tantalizing flare of arousal that sparks between your legs. Prying yourself away from her grasp, you send her a withering glare. “It doesn’t matter whether Adrian is protective or not, because he’s going to fire me anyway I’m not there in like three minutes.”
Priya shrugs, leaning back luxuriously on the medley of fluffy white pillows behind her and using only her elbows to prop herself up. A curl of coiffed dark hair falls onto her face, partially obscuring one eye. You swallow, once again hit with the “attractive girl is next to you” hammer. She’s all painted lips and painted nails and bronze legs that go on for days. The epitome of devil-may-care.
Her honeyed voice snaps you out of your reverie. “Look, angel, I don’t mean to be dismissive of your job as accountant– assistant, whatever– but I’m just saying, you’ve been blessed with the kind of beauty that’s rare to come by. An allure that doesn’t stop skin-deep.” You wonder if that’s a double-entendre, given that she spent a good part of last night with her teeth in your neck. She continues, “You’re already spectacular, but with a little makeup and one of my masterpieces, you could be the greatest model New York City’s seen in a while. Besides,” she winks suggestively, “being a model has wonderful benefits. Including but not limited to, hmm, private sessions with the head designer.”
You were wondering where all this flattery was leading up to. As it turns out, it led to complete and utter madness.
“...Priya,” you start, trying to phrase this tactfully and finding yourself wanting, “I can’t be a model. I already have a job at Raines Corp, which is quite frankly in peril because of how not on-time I am.”
The vampire rolls her eyes, taking a pillow and throwing it at you playfully. “Don’t be such a buzzkill. First of all, who cares if you’re late? Besides, Didi already called to say you can take the day off.”
You blink rapidly, uncomprehending. “Didi?”
Priya lets out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. “Adrian. Keep up. He called me at three in the morning– so rude, I know– and when he was done thoroughly scalping me for defiling his precious little assistant, he said you could take the day off. It makes sense, which is surprising coming from Mr. Bring A Human To Work Day. You should rest.”
A variety of emotions course through you in the span of a few short seconds. Relief at not getting fired less than 24 hours after getting hired, confusion at how many nicknames Priya has for Adrian, and sheer utter disbelief at all the contradictions she’s spewing from those perfect lips.
“Hold up,” you say before Priya can distract you again. “I should rest? Literally two seconds ago you were trying to bribe me into being a model with sex– don’t try to deny it, it won’t work– both of which aren’t exactly relaxing. Where exactly would I be resting between the runway and the orgasms?”
Priya waves you off. “Don’t fret, gorgeous. We’ll have plenty of time to destress in the hours leading up to your modeling debut. But first things first– you need something to eat. Something that isn’t me, at least.”
You sputter and stumble over your words and Priya seems to delight in it, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek. “You’re so cute when you blush,” she purrs, and you can’t help the warmth that blooms in your chest like a flower under the sun. It’s not just arousal, unfortunately. You could understand that– she is, after all, one of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen– but what you can’t deal with is this, this affection. You’re not stupid. You know where this kind of feeling leads. And you absolutely cannot walk down that precarious, woefully wonderful path. Not with her.
(But why not....?)
You know why. She’s a goddamn vampire, for one, and beyond that… she’s perfect. Not for most people, but for you. You’re weak to these kinds of girls, who bite and bruise and touch and take so wonderfully. Dangerous girls, if you had to sum it up in a word. And Priya… she’s the pinnacle of that. Spending the night with her was the dumbest thing you could’ve done. And yet… you already know you’d do it again. You’d keep coming back, as long as she’d have you.
(Fuck. I’m so fucked up.)
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Want Part 2
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where the fuck does trump thinks he gets off fucking disrespecting australia like that? what a fucking disrespect to our country, talking over our fucking prime minister, refusing to listen to explanations, and then lying about it later. what a fucking cunt. you americans think the world fucking owes you, well it fucking doesn't. we bled for you. we fucking bleed for you on your fucking orders, and this is how you pay us back? you fucking pack of mongrels.
So I read the transcript of Trump’s chat with Turnbull myself, and I didn’t notice Trump “refusing to listen to explanations,” nor did I note him “talking over” your “fucking Prime Minister.” What I did note was Turnbull claiming that the refugees they were arguing about were no security threat, but Australia couldn’t accept them because they had to uphold their political promise - and Trump saying he couldn’t take them because of his political promises. So apparently it’s impossible for Australia/Turnbull to walk back their own “no refugees” ultimatum, but it’s okay for Trump? As Trump said, asking him to betray his #1 campaign promise in his first week in office is asking a hell of a lot.
“The world owes us?” Turnbull was acting like Trump and America owe him. Furthermore, Trump was perfectly polite at the beginning of the call, and only got upset after Turnbull consistently ignored his point that going back on his promises would be political suicide. Furthermore, I don’t buy his assertion that those refugees are “no problem.” A lot of the problem doesn’t come from “if they’re terrorists,” but from their cultural programming. Turnbull said the refugees were from “Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan.” Iran - much like Syria is (or was) heavily westernized before the Shah was overthrown, but Afghanis and Pakistanis are a different matter - most of the crimes committed by Arab refugees in Europe are being done by Afghans. And given that most refugees from Pakistan are likely to be from the still-chaotic Pakistani-Afghani border, those refugees aren’t much better. And you demand that we take them, when you won’t? As Trump said, just because someone else made a “deal” to do something fucking stupid, doesn’t mean we should honor it. Should we also honor the Iran nuclear deal even as the Iranians are openly flaunting it? Should we stand around while Israel prepares a desperate airstrike on Iranian nuclear facilities, risking further upset in an already high-tension time - perhaps triggering a huge regional war - because we promised?
And furthermore, this was a private phone call. It was private so both leaders could be direct and frank. Trump didn’t publicly humiliate Turnbull, nor insult him, nor say anything about him in public that hasn’t been positive or polite. He didn’t stroll up to him and cockslap him in public, did he? So what’s your fucking bitchfit about?
“Bleed for us on our orders?” You havin a fuckin giggle, mate? Australia commits its military to joint ops because they align with their interests. Just look at the map of Australian peacekeeping deployments - funny how the vast majority are either in your own backyard, near the South China sea, or bordering the Indian Ocean, isn’t it? You’re also okay with playing world police when you find it beneficial to your interests. And that’s not the first time you’ve dicked about in Africa. Your military alliance with the United States is also for your own benefit, not ours, considering your historical policy of “forward defense.” which you’re currently returning to. Even your Middle Eastern deployments against ISIS further your own interests, as evidenced by the 2,000 Iranian, Pakistani and Afghani refugees that you’re trying to unload on us - to say nothing of ISIS’s presence on Mindanao, in your own backyard. I was unaware that Australia was showing America any great charity or subservience by participating in operations that further your own interests.
In fact, it’s rather the opposite. By working closely with us you’ve earned the trust required to buy weapons systems from us, like the F-35, letting you wield the most advanced weapons on earth without paying a dime towards the painful and long R&D process. The USAF - just the USAF - is going to buy 1,763 of those jets, so Australia’s purchase of 75 isn’t a big contribution to the pot, you know? You also operate 59 M1A1 Abrams tanks, 54 M777 howitzers, 20 UH-60s, 10 Chinooks, 12 Kiowas, 18 RQ-7s, ScanEagles, M4 carbines with your spec-ops, Barret M82s, LAWs, Javelin ATGMs, 15 P-3 Orions, 3 P-8 Poseidons with 12 more on order, 8 C-17 Globemasters, 12 C-130Js, 6 E-7A Wedgetails (built specifically for an Australian government contract,) 12 EA-18G Growlers, 69 Hornets, 24 Super Hornets - and then there’s the weapons; AIM-9 Sidewinders, AMRAAMs, (Bs and Cs with the latest greatest D model on order,) AGM-158 JASSM’s, AGM-88 HARMs, Harpoons, AGM-154 JSOWS, the full Mark 8X dumb bomb family with the accompanying array of JDAM and Paveway guidance kits for them, and the Small Diameter Bomb. Even your Navy uses our shit - the Adelaide frigates are modified Perry-class frigates and four of them were built in America - and all of your ships use American weapons; Mark 41 VLS systems, Harpoons, 5′’/54 Mk 45 guns, Seahawk helicopters, Mark 48 torpedoes, Mk 46 ASW torpedoes and the SM-2 and the ESSM. Some of that equipment, like the Mk 48 CBASS, are being jointly developed between American and Australian teams, even - which keeps some of that money inside your own economy, enriches your own domestic defense technology industry with experience and knowledge, and gives you a chance to customize the final weapon more towards your own unique operational needs.
In sum, Australia’s security is heavily supported by your ability to field the best weapons technology on the planet - i.e. American. This isn’t counting the operational benefits of your alliance - being able to exercise and train with US forces, for instance. You don’t just get access to the arms shows, you get access to our intel network via membership in a very exclusive little club of close and trusted allies, to say nothing of access to the “inner circle” of discussion and communication where doctrinal theory is formed, challenged, tested and refined. I’d say Australia has benefited handsomely from your alliance with the United States.
So where the fuck do you get off acting like we owe you shit? Here’s a news flash for you, chucklefuck - we don’t need you. You need us a hell of a lot more than we need you. If that damages your national pride or threatens your e-peen, well, that’s too fucking bad. We’ve got bases in Japan, Okinawa, South Korea and Guam, as well as strong alliances with the Philippines, Singapore, and most if not all of your own regional buddies. We don’t even need you for Five Eyes - we can do just fucking fine without Australia and your zero satellites. The most important thing we have tied to Australia is Pine Gap - the United States appreciates you letting us rent a patch of barren fucking desert in the middle of Fuck-All Nowhere, Australia, but I don’t see why we need to suck your dicks over it. Nor do I see why Trump has to bow and scrape and kiss Turnbull’s ass when Turnbull’s asking him to chug a shit smoothie. Australia’s a strong independent country doesn’t need no America, right? Last time I checked, Australia’s a democracy where your own elected representatives make your own fucking choices, thereby expressing the will of your own people, whom form your own sovereign state. You don’t “bleed on our orders.” You choose to work with us because it benefits you.
So if you really, really think that Trump refusing to expose my countrymen to people your government won’t expose your countrymen to is such a horrific insult, if you really feel that Australia’s owed so much consideration and favor from America for your hitherto uncompensated contributions to our alliance, then you go ahead and vote for an anti-American party next election. See if you don’t get more respect from the French, or the Russians, or whoever you decide to buy your weapons from instead of us. See how well you do against China without America backing up your interests. Go ahead and ditch us, and we’ll see just who gets the most benefit from our relationship.
Either way, I can’t say that I give a fuck.
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70 horrible questions
I was tagged by the lovely @1of1prism thank u my guy <3
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Maybe better than some people but probably also worse than a lot of people lol. Sometimes I go to people’s houses and I’m like ???what is this “communication”. Also depends on the day and parent. i have an entire tag devoted to my dad lol
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? I dunno probs my mom or one of my friends
03: Do you regret anything? Lots
04: Are you insecure? "My insecurities have insecurities” tho tbh i’m gettin pretty good.
05: What is your relationship status? Single and not ready to mingle
06: How do you want to die? in control and ready 2 go
07: What did you last eat? cream of chicken soup... chocolate frozen yogurt... caramel pudding....... I just had my wisdom teeth out.......give me real food......
08: Played any sports? Never, in my life. The audacity.
09: Do you bite your nails? Ahuh! Sometimes!
10: When was your last physical fight? ive never been in a 2-way fight but the most recent 1-sided one was probs in gr 6 when one of my friends (aha) dragged me across the classroom by my hair lol
11: Do you like someone? No :\
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? try 72 hon
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? lol trump (im not changing ur answer sophie cause its accurate lol) also anyone who aligns w him and rn all the conservative MPs for being dicks and a lot more I’m full of hatred rn
14: Do you miss someone? i miss being able to eat real
15: Have any pets? my sister has 2 ferrets :\ but she moved out so no
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? my face hurts
17: Ever made out in the bathroom? made out a cheque to my haters (just kidding i have no money and no haters i just was trying to be funny. im sorry. i need humour right now.)
18: Are you scared of spiders? i mean i think it depends on how dark it is and how big the spider is tbh
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? i dunno i’ll need an informed consent form
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? :\
21: What are your plans for this weekend? first i gotta recover and then i gotta finish like 5 papers and hang with people and have a sleepover and hang with more ppl and watch a bunch of tv
22: Do you want to have kids? How many? I want to give birth to 0 kids tho I am still undecided on adoption etc. I’d probs be a rly good godmother tho like im just sayin. @1of1prism @purewhiteflames ;))
23: Do you have piercings? How many? no piercings as of yet tho i wanna get my ears pierced i think. but my dad disapproves of anything like that so i’d probs have to wait to either move out or be financially independent lol
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? rn? english, women and gender studies, most things involving research-based papers where i have free reign over the topic
25: Do you miss anyone from your past? lotsa ppl tbh
26: What are you craving right now? food........that i can eat........ chickenmelts........hamburgers......pizza........pasta......... :’(
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? prob lol but do i care
28: Have you ever been cheated on? we’ve all been cheated on.......by the system.....
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? that would require having one
30: What’s irritating you right now? my goddamn jaw and people eating food I can’t eat in front of me. my parents had mcdonalds yesterday. you know what i had. a milkshake. my sister brought home bacon wrapped scallops. I haven’t had scallops in like 2 years cause they’ve doubled in price and the one time we have scallops let alone frickin bacon wrapped scallops (like what the hell what kinda fancyass lunch) I cant FRICKIN eat it. Oh but I can smell it. I can hear u crunching on these foods. “Mmmmm!” ya shut up.
31: Does somebody love you? Do you know how popular I am? I am soooo popular. Everybody loves me so much at this school.
32: What is your favourite color? black and hot pink together
33: Do you have trust issues? ...........why are u asking..........what will u do with that info.......
34: Who/what was your last dream about? NO FREAKING JOKE!!!!!! i HAD A FRICKIN DREAM WHERE DANNY DEVITO CAME TO MY HOUSE WITH THIS LADY AND THEY TRIED TO BUY MY HOUSE AND MY MOM WAS LIKE “no..” AND THEY WERE SO MAD AND DANNY DEVITO TRIED TO STEAL THE HOUSE KEYS BUT I CAUGHT HIM JUST IN TIME like what kinda fake tumblr text post but it’s real i really dreamed that. I honestly can’t believe it. I would doubt it myself except I told someone abt it right away when I woke up. so now i will never forget.
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? my mom and this nurse because I woke up in a cot after being high on laughing gas and some other drug and steroids so not only did I wake up and I didn’t know where I was and no one was there and there was like an hour gap in my consciousness but I was coming off a high LOL
36: Do you give out second chances too easily? definitely not lol I give 2nd chances on rare occasions but as a general rule if u break my trust I won’t trust u in the same way again lol “trust is like a mirror. u can fix it if it’s broke. but u can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection”
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? hmmmmmmmmmmmmm forgive i guess
38: Is this year the best year of your life? well not politically or in a global sense but in terms of like self-growth and stuff I’m doing pretty well so far I’m doin pretty good. workin hard... having fun.. loving myself..
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? i have never in my life sullied my lips with someone else’s bacteria-laden lips
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? n.........o
51: Favourite food? chicken pasta alfredo, chicken pie, chicken vol au vents, chickenmelts, eggs benedict, um, double chocolate fudge tart from dufflet... hmm, Sophie’s dad’s lasagna and also pasta al fuerno or whatever that’s called like yum, uh.. it’s really easy to list these off when i CAN’T HAVE ANY OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also poutine, and I also rly like Subway (ham and cheese on italian herbs and cheese bread with lettuce, onion, pickles, and mayonaisse, toasted...)
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? kind of but I tried to explain it to someone once and they were like ??????what ur saying makes no sense and contradicts itself and i was like ya probably lol
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? watched a bad tv show my parents were watching and drank a giant mcdonalds milkshake and iced my face
54: Is cheating ever okay? honestly who am i to judge ur relationship and forgiveness and stuff but like imo if someone cheats on u they don’t respect u as an equal in that relationship or probably as a human
55: Are you mean? i can be a bit of a dick tbh but most of the time when i say something mean in my head im like “why is my mouth saying//why are my fingers typing these horrible ass things??”
56: How many people have you fist fought? well ive never used my fists on anyone but 2 people have punched me in the stomach does that count lol
57: Do you believe in true love? at the same time, i wanna hug you, i wanna wrap my hands around your neck, you’re an asshole, but i love you... so much i think it must be true love, true love. it must be tru-e love, no one else could break my heart like yo-o-o-o-o-o. yo-o-o-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh (No)
58: Favourite weather? either when its foggy and tranquil or when its like 23-25 degrees and sunny but also there’s some clouds so it’s not like direct hot sun on u but it’s still warm enough to wear shorts
59: Do you like the snow? i like when it’s snowing and quiet and peaceful and i like lying down in the snow and having that feeling of hearing everything kind of muted? but ya i hate slush and ice and stuff
60: Do you wanna get married? not really but i might for tax benefits LOL
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? No, get that shit away from me
62: What makes you happy? lots of things especially seeing other people happy and genuine
63: Would you change your name? Maybe tbh it’s something i’m thinking abt right now cause I’m not a super fan of my name but maybe not officially and I also don’t wanna start shit with my fam I think my mom would be upset lol
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? ya cause they don’t exist lol
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? well thats nice cause I like him too but what’s with this “opposite sex” bs like i know what u mean but like
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? like seriously it’s not a real thing sex and gender are both constructs it’s a spectrum, a range. my buddy. pal. listen. (also ya i like to think anyone in our friend group but like probs john cause I can be scathing with those guys but as if i’d ever be vulnerable around them LOL)
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? like ur gonna keep going with this. ur gonna keep doing this. thats fine. but i can give u some reading. like i have all these pdfs if ur interested. no joke. and if pdfs are unaccessible to u i also have a bunch of youtube links. like hon. (my dad)
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? wow i dont even know if i can tag u back @1of1prism cause if im being honest i think it was @purewhiteflames oops, yikes!!!
69: Do you believe in soulmates? no but i do think there are people that u are much more compatible with than other people
70: Is there anyone you would die for? i dunno we’ll see if/when it happens lol
I’m not gonna put anyone else through this so you can say I tagged u if u wanna do it but like lol
#tag game#about#man i forgot abt some of the things my dad has said and then i went through his tag and i was like#oh ya!!! that happened lol!#i guess it is easier to forget than forgive after all loool#my dad#marinapleasecontinue
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Could silent dating change my love life?
It’s all fun ‘n’ games at Shhh Dating in London (Picture: Hannah Berry George)
If you’re single and human then, like me, you’re probably sick of online dating.
RSI from too much swiping is a thing.
And there are countless men and women who tick all the boxes but there’s just no spark when you meet them in person, yet you sit through two hours of polite small talk before someone is brave enough to make an exit.
So I put the feelers out to try something different – and silent speed dating is what came back.
Shhh Dating landed in London in 2017 and has been treating random strangers to awkward close encounters ever since.
Founder Adam Wilder had the idea when he was doing the long-distance thing with his girlfriend. There were moments when they would Skype and just silently ‘be’ with one another. It often made them feel closer than words could.
Those ice breaker games can get quite extreme (Picture: Hannah Berry George)
So he came back to London and set it up. At the first event, everyone found a match – so he decided to do more.
Situations that other people often find uncomfortable are my jam so I went along with the vague hope of not just enjoying myself, but maybe making a meaningful connection.
I try not to drink on first dates – no one wants to end up on a dull second because of the mistaken belief that the first was incredible because…booze. I had one pre-game drink (thanks to a challenging day) but chose not to bring a bottle to this BYOB event.
As we start to gather, I migrate to the table where there is water and, more importantly, sweets. There’s nothing like breaking the ice with a Haribo in hand.
Like a 1950s dance, the women swirl together on one side of the room, the men on the other. One bold chap breaks ranks and strides across the room to initiate some awkward chat. Two women, who are obviously friends, stick together like glue, cradling their bottle of rosé between them.
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At the heart of this event is the silent dating part. Just like speed dating, there’ll be rows of chairs facing each other down long tables where we will sit, staring deep, intently and uneasily into a complete stranger’s soul.
But when it comes to kicking things off, Adam’s no fool. Much to my chagrin, he doesn’t just throw us into the lion’s den.
Instead, a few light bonding games come first – much as you would expect at the beginning of a drama class. We start with some basic walking around the room in random directions, before moving onto eye contact and then handshakes – all light fun to get people warmed up and more open to embracing what we’re all here for.
Light giggles ricochet around the space and one woman makes frequent eye rolls at me when our paths cross – it does, after all, feel a bit silly. But the more comfortable you are the easier it is and, as I live for making a tit out of myself, this suits me just fine.
In fact, you can’t wipe the Cheshire cat grin off my face.
Hannah takes dating very seriously (Picture: Hannah Berry George)
At the end of each exercise – which last no more than a minute or so – we do a lil’ namaste to one another before we search for our next encounter. As the evening progresses, the games get more hands on.
I’m beside myself with gleeful competitive spirit and find myself wrapped in arms when we play a game where we have to hold the hands of two different people at any one time, only letting go of one to find another.
Then there’s a rather jarring period of standing on one side of the room and walking to the other if whatever shameful claim to fame Adam has called out has applied to you. Awkward, but I guess it helps to pick out the more adventurous among us.
There’s one man who has caught my eye – but the other girls are beelining him so I leave them to it. I’m not here for that sort of competition.
Eventually, even I get slightly weirded out when we have to stand in a circle and let the person behind us massage our shoulders while we massage the person in front – in my case, both men. Call me crazy but, in my experience, strange men coming at me from behind is normally a fight or flight situation.
Hannah looking in her element as it gets all rather hands on at Shhh Dating (Picture: Hannah Berry George)
However, the group is bonding over shared experiences – exactly what ringmaster Adam is aiming for. We break to take sips of water or gulps of wine before we settle down to the main event: eye-gazing dating.
Each of us wears a numbered sticker and are handed a dating ‘card’ and pen.
As we settle into our seats – men on one side of the table, women on the other – and Adam tells us to ‘just be in the moment’, the sound of a toilet flushing just outside the room provides some unexpected ambient noise. It’s a poignant moment. I can’t help thinking it’s symbolic of my love life.
We then sit in silence simply looking into each other’s eyes, as Wonderwall plays in the background. I didn’t expect Liam Gallagher to be providing the soundtrack to the silent dating – but then I don’t expect he’d have meant for it to be used this way either.
It sounds simple. But it is not. And it’s obvious which guys are comfortable with it and which are not – the latter fidgeting and making silly facial expressions to relieve their palpable anxiety. It’s sweet, but a turn on it is not.
However, in the disarming moments where they settle, like a captured animal accepting its fate – even for a split second – there’s something quite beautiful that touches me irrevocably.
I think about how the world would be a nicer place if we all did this – made genuine, non-sexual connections – on a daily basis. I also consider how many people I would date on sight but rule out when they open their mouth.
The first rule to eye-gazing dating: keep your eyes closed (Picture: Hannah Berry George)
At the end of each ’round’ the women, quaintly, get up and move along one seat to their next ‘partner’. And each make a note of the previous number and write any notes alongside.
One guy has the face of a cute puppy and I want to rescue him, even though I’m not a dog person. Sometimes, I stare so hard that their face dissolves to one prominent eyeball.
I find my notes after the evening and, reading back over them, I am reminded there was one guy I thought I’d like to look deep into my soul. But then my mind drifts to domestic homicide. He could murder me. So I put him down as a ‘no’. Another I noted looked at me quizzically like I might have killed someone (I haven’t).
Adam tells me there were an incredible 67 matches within the group of about 30-35 looking-for-love hopefuls. And, though there was no one who took my fancy enough for me to make a match, I am glad someone saw fit to rescue the puppy.
Shhh Dating sells itself as ‘London’s favourite alternative dating event where we forget the blah blah and get right into it’ – and it is certainly something different to try if you’re bored of the mundane BS we have to endure in our quest to find love.
But I start to wonder if the kind of men I fancy would ever come to an event like this. Then I think, is that such a bad thing? Perhaps it’s just that I am usually attracted to the wrong sort of men.
Maybe it is time to try something different after all.
Shhh Dating costs £25 and happens every month. You can book it here.
Hannah Berry George is a writer and director. Find more from her at hannahberrygeorge.com or on Twitter and Instagram @veryberrygeorge
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Young people rush in where lawmakers fear to tread
By FRANK TERRANELLA
There's something refreshing and hopeful about the anger being expressed by young people this week in the wake of the Parkland shootings. It's the clarity of thought that comes from facing an existential threat. When you see your peers being killed, a self-preservation outrage kicks in. And that kind of commitment often brings about change.
I am old enough to remember that self-preservation outrage. I have written in this blog of the strong feelings people of my generation felt when four college students were killed at an anti-war protest on the Kent State campus in 1970. As shown most recently in the Oscar-nominated film The Post, the Vietnam War was bad idea by our government leaders that resulted in the loss of thousands of young lives. The loss of life in the war was bad enough, and that mobilized many students to oppose a war still supported by their parents. But when students were killed on a college campus, that event made anti-war sentiment go viral (to use a modern term) and ended support for the war by a majority of Americans. Soon afterwards those forces led to the end of the draft and the end of the war.
Fast forward to 2018, and the grandchildren of those anti-Vietnam War protesters are being killed on school campuses again. But now, it's not because of protests; it's because we have allowed guns to be so easily available, that there is no way to keep them out of the hands of madmen who want to turn their guns on innocent children. Of course the real madness is that the gun manufacturing industry has so co-opted our lawmakers, that they feel they can do nothing about it.
When I studied Constitutional Law in the early 1980s, the 2nd Amendment was regarded as an anachronistic curiosity limited to the federal government not standing in the way of the arming of state militias. The controlling case was U.S. v. Miller, a 1939 U.S. Supreme Court decision that held that the 2nd Amendment did not grant an individual right to bear arms but only prohibited the federal government from hindering "a well-regulated militia." But largely through persistent lobbying by the NRA in the 30 years after I finished law school, the Supreme Court finally ruled in 2008 in District of Columbia v. Heller that the 2nd Amendment did grant an individual right to bear arms.
So just to be clear, the 2nd Amendment was approved in 1791, and it was not until it had been in existence for 217 years that it was construed by our highest court to grant an individual right to bear arms. Ever since then, our lawmakers have thrown up their hands and said that the 2nd Amendment blocks any action to stem access to guns. They say they cannot stop anyone from having a gun - even people on terrorist watch lists.
And so the carnage has continued - 28 dead at Sandy Hook in 2012, 50 dead in Orlando in 2016, 59 dead in Las Vegas in 2017, and now, 17 dead in a Parkland, Florida high school in 2018.
Will the Supreme Court's horrendous Heller decision continue to block any sensible attempt to restrict the access to guns? Not if young people have anything to say about it. The outpouring of energy by students on this life-and-death issue is heartening. They plan a march on Washington for next month. And I hope they spend a little of that time gathering in front of the Supreme Court. Just as the opponents of Roe v. Wade have shown up every January to express their displeasure with that decision, the June 26, 2008 date of the District of Columbia v. Heller decision should also be marked by peaceful demonstrations of displeasure.
The New York Times this week advocated repeal of the 2nd Amendment. I don't think that is necessary. What we need is to overrule the authority of the Heller case and return to U.S. v. Miller as our understanding of the dictates of the 2nd Amendment. Then we can pass common sense legislation like background checks and restrictions on assault weapons and other weapons of mass destruction without worrying about constitutional prohibitions.
The time for debate over these measures is over. There are now enough guns in this country to last us for the next 50 years. It's time for a moratorium. It's time to elevate the right to life over the right to kill.
I know there are many who see the 2nd Amendment as the only way to protect us from tyranny. They say that guns allow us to protect ourselves from criminals and especially from a tyrannical government. These people are paranoid, and we should stop listening to them. Ruby Ridge showed us what happens when disgruntled citizens with guns challenge the government. Instead, we should start listening to the young people whose lives are in peril in our schools. We should start listening to the mothers who have lost children because of how easy it is for deranged people to buy guns.
Just as it was young people who 50 years ago showed the folly of the anti-Communist domino principle that committed thousands of young people to a war that enriched the military-industrial complex, it is young people who will show the folly of an interpretation of the 2nd Amendment that makes our schools unsafe and enriches the gun manufacturers. Instead of "Hell no, we won't go," this new generation of young people say, "Hell no, we won't stand by and be targets." They will act as the conscience of the nation. This young generation, which will soon be voting age, will change the political climate by making it political suicide to take NRA money. And soon enough, these children will take over the reins of government.
This week, students from the Florida school where 17 people died, said about the claims by lawmakers that they can do nothing "We call BS." I say, "Out of the mouths of babes."
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