#AND NOOOOONE BELIEVED ME!!!

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[arypurple]

DL - Résumé foireux S01.ÉP10

Précédemment, la Reine des grognasses avait pris possession du corps de Plante Verte ! Mais pourquoi donc ? On le saura bientôt. En attendant, on voit Cruella Cordelia (qui n'a pas perdu de temps à se mettre en robe) se remémorer le passé où elle se tapait son beau-frère (bienvenue dans la famille où même le patriarche se faisait sa propre cousine ~). Bref, j'aime pas la voix de ce gars en plus d'être aussi chiant qu'une vieille éponge bien humide et dégueulasse qui traîne à côté du robinet en attendant d'être jetée ! Apparemment, Karlheinz et son frère se sont battus pour elle (ce qui ne valait pas vraiment le coup, mais bon...) et Richter a perdu. Mais croyez-moi que ça ne les a pas empêché de copuler comme des lapins ! Oréo-sama arrive en demandant des explications et sa mère décide d'aller se reposer. Bah oui, Yui était pas assez forte pour mettre un coup de pied aux couilles... mais se battre contre l'âme d'une Fondatrice est plus facile. Sur ce, je te dis «Let's go, Yui!». Mais on est tout de même face à un gros problème: on a une grosse chaudasse qui a vu plus de saucisses que le ketchup lui-même dans le corps d'une loli jeune fille pure. Personnellement... je me fais beaucoup de soucis pour l'avenir de son corps (●´⌓`●). Enfin bref ! Richter explique à Ayato qu'après avoir fait un I Believe I Can Fly du haut du balcon, Cordelia était encore en vie et elle lui a demandé de lui arracher le cœur pour le mettre dans un autre corps. Il s'est dépêché avant que le p'tit con ramène son cul pour se faire un BBQ avec le corps de sa mère. Richter aurait pu le placer dans le corps de Beyoncé, Jennifer Lopez, Scarlet Johansson ou bien Megan Fox en sachant qu'elles étaient bien foutues... mais son choix s'est rapporté sur un adorable bébé (passion pour les enfants ? ~). D'ailleurs, vous constaterez que c'est biologiquement impossible de placer le cœur d'une femme adulte dans le corps d'un nouveau-né 🤔. La Reine des grognasses s'est rendue au lac et son fils la rejoint en lui rappelant quand elle s'amusait à le balancer dans le lac en guise de punition. C'est alors qu'Ayato utilise la carte inversion d'Uno pour pousser la daronne dans le lac. Cordelia faisait bien la fière avant de se rendre compte que Yui ne savait pas nager ~ Surtout que j'imagine que ça ne doit pas être évident de nager avec une robe sirène (d'ailleurs, il me semble avoir vue cette robe dans la fin Vampire de Kanato).

Heureusement, la blondasse reprend le contrôle ou bien est-ce l'autre qui lui a laissé et Oréo-sama la sort du lac avant de la mordre plusieurs fois. Il est tellement shooté par son sang qu'il s'apprête à l'embrasser alors que sa mère peut posséder le corps à tout moment (bienvenue dans la famille !). Fedora-chan (qui n'a jamais été gêné de coucher avec sa mère de toute façon) et Yandere King s'incrustent en voulant boire. Plante Verte se barre pour retourner au manoir avant de prendre le couteau en argent. Tsundere Simulator (ils vont tous se ramener ou quoi ??!) décide aussi de la croquer plusieurs fois avant de disparaître en décidant de lui donner le couteau. Yui... BARRE-TOI DE CE PUTAIN DE MANOIR !!! Bon Dieu de merde, là ! Mais nooooon, on est maso, hein ??? Richter est là pour la brainwasher en lui disant que son sang les rendait fou (ce qui a toujours été le cas de toute façon) et qu'ils allaient se livrer bataille. Plante Verte avance vers le spectre de Cordelia après que tonton détestable lui ait dit d'accepter son destin. Mais... Mais merde, Yui... s'il te dit que ton destin c'est de le sucer, ne me dis pas que tu vas te mettre à genoux et... ah merde, on me dit qu’elle vient de se mettre à genoux ! Vous vous en doutez: il reste encore deux épisodes, ce qui veut dire que la connasse n'a pas encore complètement tiré profit du corps de cette Yui et elle prend de nouveau possession... même que ses yeux ont changé de couleur ! En même temps, elle a passé dix-sept ans sans la moindre relation sexuelle. Elle doit être frustrée et pressée de rattraper le temps perdu avec le tonton de ses garçons. Et que font les autres frères en ce moment ?! Oréo-sama doit encore être en train de freiner les deux autres cons qui veulent téter le sang de maman qui squatte le corps de Plante Verte, Subaru doit être en train de verser son sel bien comme il faut, Shuu doit faire sa sieste et Reiji doit être en train de se droguer ou bien de se branler sur un plateau d'échecs.

[warriorsoftwiggenstein]

RELATIONSHIPS  — TALK ABOUT THE MUSE

NAME:   Sunano Torioi

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:   Pansexual as hell bay-beee

PREFERRED PET NAMES:  Dearest, someone who calls her dearest has her in the palm of their hand

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single (rip)

FAVOURITE CANON SHIP: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm look if you have a ship with any of my characters, I love them all the same, that’s just facts.

FAVOURITE NON-CANON SHIP:  Sunano/G’raha, Sunano/Emet(look they had a fling back in shb and no one can convince me otherwise), Sunano/Hilda, (don’t look at me) Sunano/Zenos

OPINION ON TRUE LOVE: Sunano wants so badly to believe it exists, but so far she’s had little success. She’s seen other people in love, and therefore it must exist, but she’s waiting for her turn.

OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: Sunano believes that she's had numerous crushes at first sight. But being in love with someone is different. And she doesn’t know if she’s experienced that yet.

HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY?: Sunano wants so badly to love someone that she fears she’ll be a little too enthusiastic when it finally happens. She’s the type to want to spend as much time with her lover as possible, and she won’t want to admit that she’ll get a little stir crazy when they’re apart. 

IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: Confident posture, taller than her at least, a face that looks cute when it scowls. 

IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: She’s definitely into the confident types. Protective is also a good trait. Up front with your wants. 

UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS: It’s honestly a bit hard to think of any aside from like....being gross?? Wash ya ass. 

UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Dull.

IDEAL DATE: She prefers night time dates, sitting out under the stars with a meal of some sort. She’ll share her favorite books, maybe they’ll learn something new about each other. Cuddling is always a bonus.

DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?: Mmmm, I don’t actually think so? Her attractions are all over the place? I guess the only consistency is like......people who are powerful?

AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH: never been in one (rip-a-roni)

PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: Holding hands, tbh she’d be wrapped around their arm non stop if they’d let her. She also likes being held in return, especially from behind. She’ll constantly find little moments to just give kisses, on their hands, faces, shoulders, foreheads, wherever.

COMMITMENT LEVEL: If you take the leap into being committed lovers...she is ride or die.

OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION: She’d be a little embarrassed at first, but after being given the okay, she’ll basically hardly leave their side.

PAST RELATIONSHIPS?: Nooooone (save some faceless people she’s slept with like once)

tagged by: @hottataru

tagging: All the people I would have tagged have been tagged already

[bisluthq]

both harry and connor were just her dating whoever the fuck to get over mister i-don’t-bathe. i believe both relationships were real and they did like each other a lot but nooooone of them were like jake was for her thats literally not a theory lmao she spelled it out when she said “maybe it was the tour that healed me” so like 2013 lmao

🤷🏻‍♀️

Yeah idk she’s been very clear about it so either you can ignore it or you can be like “A TEENAGER WAS THE GREAT LOVE OF HER LIFE WHO PUT THE INSPIRATION OF RED TO SHAME” and like believe whatever you want for clear skin but you could have taste or your could go with the tasteless option.

[midnight4krisis]

I Want This - Part One

Predebut era, Trainee!Reader

Han Jisung/ Older Reader (ft. Bang Chan)

Warnings: A Roller coaster of fluff, light angst, and (eventual) smut. Some cringey texts I’m sorry kdhi

Summary:  You met Chan on your first day of training, and never left his side ever since. You shared everything together, even the same group of friends. He was the only one you ever trusted, the only warmth you needed until Han Jisung came into the picture. Count: 2k+

Part One Part Two Part Three

A/N: Even though this is predebut, I’m going to treat the characters with their current ages.

It was pouring outside, your dark bedroom illuminated softly by the reoccurring lightning.

Tucked under your covers, your body shivered with each sound of thunder, eyes darting at your shaking windows. You were never the type to be phased by the weather, but today was different.

The rain had been going on since sundown, growing with each hour, and It was 12 am already yet your roommate was nowhere to be found, having already left your dorm room to attend a gathering at some bar with the rest of the older trainees, probably sheltered from the storm underground.

You never joined her on any of these events, not that she wasn’t fun, but it’s mostly because you preferred the company of the younger trainees. Something about their raw energy and carefree attitude really drew you to them, and you never understood the issue in enjoying slightly sillier activities or just plain fooling around to get your mind off of the daily stress.

Usually, you were the one taking care of them and providing a place of comfort for when they needed help or advice, even if you weren’t the most helpful. And yet today was one of those days where you were the one that needed the comfort since the change of weather seems to be playing with your own mood, but even the youngsters were busy with their practice today, leaving you dreading that gap in your schedule.

You heard knocking on the door, and you know it’s strange since no one else in this level was there.

“Coming” you got up despite the fear, still wrapped in your blanket.

“Hey y/n” you opened the door to the sweetest smile spread across a pale fit young man leaning on your door frame.

“Chris!” You grinned in relief at the sight of your best friend. “Thank God you’re here.”

He lets out a small chuckle, his dimples becoming more prominent, and it only made you smile more. “Why, what’s up?” He looked around dramatically, then whispered: “are you scared?”

You pushed him playfully and he continued to giggle at your reaction “No! I’m just..”

“Hmm?”

“Stop it!” Your pitch became a little higher. “Okay, I’m a little phased by it, but only because it’s been going on for hours! And I’m alone with nothing to do and it’s a little dark an-“

“Ok ok, all you had to say is ‘please come in Chris I need you’” he cut you off.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and pouted your lips childishly before deciding to give in. “Ugh, just come in”

He makes his way to sit on your bed as you turn on the lights.

“Woah.” He attempts to hold in the laugh this time. “I didn’t realize you were wearing that” He points his eyes at the baby blue blanket hugging your body.

“ it’s cold!” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Not that cold.” He mocked.

You narrowed your eyes and ran towards him while unwrapping the blanket to throw it over his head and land beside him.

“What the-“ he struggled to get the tangled cover off, and you couldn’t help but laugh in revenge. “Seriously?” He glared at you through his messy hair, then shook his head as he laughed it off and wrapped the blanket around both of you.

You couldn’t believe how easily he had introduced coziness and comfort into your gloomy room, but then again this was Chris.

“So, how come Christopher Bang is free on a night like this?” You swayed your head at him.

He rolled his eyes “It got really boring hanging around a laptop for the past week”

“You don’t say?” You giggled. “I kept nagging you to take a break so you won't burn out, but no-“

He covered your mouth and hissed “I know, but I told you many times, once I’m in the zone, I can’t get out.”

You snatched his hand away “I just hate it when you drain yourself like that.” You pout, then stared at the red veins in his eyes, his bent posture devoured of energy, and you realized this might not be the most comfortable position for your overworked friend.

“Do you want to lay down a little?” You extend your hands towards the stack of pillows and stuffed dolls on the back of your bed.

Chris immediately grabbed your fluffy panda, as if he had waited for the opportunity. “Mayybe” he squeezed the stuffed animal.

You giggle as you escaped from the wrapped blanket and rearranged the pillows for him, and got up to close the lights and darken the room once more but this time adding the dancing flame of two scented candles.

“These are my favorite scents when I need to relax, lavender and-“

“Cheese cake?!”

“Vanilla” you said in between your laughter.

“Close enough! Gosh, I’m hungry.” He groans and stretches more over the bed, still grasping your panda.

“Honestly, what’s new?” You jump over the pile of pillows behind him, leaning over your side so that you’re looking down at him. “But have you actually eaten anything today? Or did you forget while working like always?” You started playing with his hair.

“I may or may not have done the latter”

“Chris!” You whined and pulled his hair slightly.

“Ouch! You know I can’t do anything about it.” He bent his neck to look up at you.

“Yes you can, I always told you even if you’re too busy to get something yourself, you can tell me.”

“I’m not going to burden you like that.” He brought his head back down. “You have your own stuff to worry about.”

“Don’t make me pull that hair out of your scalp” he chuckled at your brutal comment. “Besides, it’s not like I have that much going on.” You sigh.

“Uhh y/n.” His voice starts to stagger. “You’re constantly practicing and doing your best, daily. I’m sure something great is waiting for you soon. Just don’t think about it too much.”

“Yeah.” You continue caressing his hair. “I know that. Honestly, who am I to complain when it’s only been 3 years” you let out a faint chuckle. “That’s nothing compared to what you’ve been through. I’m really happy for you, Chris.” You smiled wholeheartedly, poking his slightly rosy cheeks.

“I know.” He giggled, but soon after that, his face became devoid of expression. “I’m just” he sighed. “a little worried about the possibility of eliminations. I don’t think I could leave any of the guys behind.”

“And you won’t have to. They’re all ready for this, and your bond as a team in itself is enough to amaze anyone, Chris.” You reassured him, staring straight into his rheumy eyes. “It’s gonna be alright, I promise.”

He shut his eyes right after you said that then turned to curl his body into the side of your bed, leaving you a little startled at his reaction.

“Thank you, y/n.” He mumbled, and the subtle sounds of his soft snoring soon followed, and couldn’t hold in the wide smile forming on your face.

You continued playing with his curly strands while staring at the rainfall now slowly sliding on your windows, it seemed like he drifted the storm away on his way to sleep, like the sky had been roaring for his aching body to rest.

You stumbled back to reality at the buzzing of a phone beside you, it was Chan’s, and you couldn’t stop yourself from quickly peeking at the spam of messages.

“HYUNG”

“HYUNG WHERE ARE YOU”

“I know you’re working but why are you not answering the door?”

“You can’t possibly have gone to that weird party with Minho Hyung?!”

“YOU DID?!”

“CHAN HYUNG STOP LEAVING YOUR PHONE ON SILENT IM GONNA SCREAM”

When the messages kept coming, you were starting to worry, but at the same time couldn’t for the life of you wake him up.

So, you decided to use the privilege of having your fingerprint saved on his phone to see what’s going on without bothering the poor guy.

You stared at the contact name. “Jisung?”

“Final call: HYUNNNGGGG”

“Jisung calm the f down, what’s going on? it’s y/n, Chris is asleep right now..”

“Y/n? What are you doing with Chan’s phone? Where are you guys?”

“We’re at my room, and you were sending too many messages so I had to check. Sorry, but I couldn’t wake him up after he finally got some sleep.”

“Hyung? Sleeping? Is this a miracle?”

“My magic 😌 or my panda’s, he’s suffocating him right now”

“Please take a pic, I need that for..research”

“Bold of you to assume I hadn’t already taken one, but you’re not getting your hands on it.”

“Pshh I’m coming to see the real thing”

“?”

“👀”

“Did you just invite yourself to my room? Uh hell no, Chris needs rest 😠”

“NOONA PLEASE IM LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE AWAKE”

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT and is that why you kept spamming him? Well, your insomniac parter has abandoned you tonight”

“This is not fair 😭”

“Yes it is, and you should get some sleep too, you guys had practice all day.”

“But I cannnnt. Why don’t you spare me some of your magic too?”

“Nop, you have to earn it”

“Noona why do you hate me? 😒”

“Maybe because YOU KEEP CALLING ME NOONA”

“But you are my noona”

“But Idc I don’t like it, makes me feel old”

“Oh please, everyone knows you act like a 10-year-old”

“🙂🔪"

“IN A GOOD WAY, a really adorable way actually, but I still like calling you noona”

“And I still hate it, AND YOU”

“Pshh I’ll make you love it”

“Lol how”

“Like this..”

You suddenly heard faint knocking on the door. “Unbelievable.” You muttered before being forced to get up and answer so Chris won’t wake up.

“NOON—“ Jisung said loudly before you covered his mouth.

“Shhh” you whispered. “What is the one thing I told you not to do?!”

“Come to your room? Bother chan? Calling you nooooon—“

You cut him off again “see? you demonstrated my point exactly” you giggled a little at the silliness of the entire situation.

Truth is you obviously wanted him around, you didn’t feel like sleeping anytime soon and wasn’t entirely comfortable with sharing a bed with your best friend, so having Jisung as a distraction till Chris woke up wasn’t a bad idea.

You just don’t know why you love teasing him, maybe because his reactions are always over the top and entertaining to see, or maybe because he does the same to you.

“Just let me in and I promise I won’t annoy Chan Hyung” he pouted

“Hmm” you pretended to give it a thought.

“Come on, pleaaase” he grabbed your shoulders and shook you around gently “NOONA PLEASE”

“No no, stop saying that” you groaned.

“I won’t stop, noona. I won’t stop until you let me in”

“Fine, just-“ you let go from his grip. “Don’t make a sound” you emphasized on your way in.

He closed the door behind him quietly and you both sat down on the far edge of the bed.

“You weren’t lying about the panda.” He exclaimed with a slight chuckle, observing his teammate in his peaceful sleep. “Must be so nice sleeping over a mountain of pink pillows Chan.”

You laughed at the desperation in his voice, like he actually meant it. “Don’t even think about joining him.”

He looked back at you instantly. “I’m offended.”

“I can’t have two guys sleeping on my bed!” You whispered dramatically.

“As if having one is less weird.” He snorted.

“Nah, it’s Chris! You know it’s not like that.” You react in a slightly defensive tone.

“Shh.” He imitated the way you shut him earlier, whispering “you’ll wake him up.” Before laughing it off once you gave him a slight push. “I know, noon-“

“No.”

He let out a low chuckle. “But I’ll be honest, not everyone does.”

“Does what?”

“You know..” he leaned his head towards the direction of the blond laying behind you, and your eyes stretched wide open.

“Me and Chris?!” You accidentally raised your voice but proceeded to yell through the whisper. “You guys think?”

“Ehh” he hesitated to answer.

“What! No, we’re not- that’s not how-“

“I know I know, relax.” He giggled and reached for your wrists to calm you down, His tone and expression softening as he spoke. “Yes we had our suspicions at first because we weren’t used to friendships like that, but it’s pretty obvious by now, so don’t worry about it.”

You nodded and looked down at your snatched wrists. skin-ship was a regular thing between you and Chris, you can’t pinpoint exactly when it started being so, but it became too natural for you to think of it otherwise, and you assumed it was the same for him as well. For reasons beyond your understanding, you felt safe around him.

However, it wasn’t that way with the other guys, so staring at Jisung’s fingers rested on your skin in that fashion felt foreign, your instincts pulled back before you realized it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” He rubbed his neck and looked away. “I should tone it down with the teasing, it’s getting annoying.”

“No, it’s not that-“ you buried your face in your palms. “I never know how to explain this, I just trust him more than anyone.” You release your face and look up slowly.

“You guys spent the longest together in training, it makes sense that you’d be this close.” He shrugged.

You nodded.

“Anyway, do I smell vanilla?” He looked around, trying to change the subject.

“And Lavender.” You juggled your eyebrows.

“Damn y/n, no wonder he’s passed out, you really know your stuff.”

“Thank you.” You chuckled.

Jisung always knew how to keep the mood bright, it was something you really admired about the boy.

You can’t recall a moment where the smile left his full cheeks, or where the sparkle left his dark eyes.

And through the next hour it was all the same, your roommate still nowhere in sight, your best friend passed out on your bed, and Han Jisung failing to keep the both of you quiet from all the laughter.

It didn’t seem like Chris is waking up anytime soon, and for a while, you forgot how late it was, until Jisung let out a low yawn, and yours followed. “I think you need to wake him up before you and I pass out beside him"

You looked back with furrowed eyes. “I don’t have it in me, look at him.”

He sighs. “I’ll get going then, have fun explaining this to your roommate.” He scoffed as he got up.

“Wait, you’re not going anywhere” you tugged at the tip of his T-shirt, looking up at him, you just realized how baggy he wore his clothes, and how good his golden skin looked in black. “Not until he wakes up.”

“But I thought you didn’t want me here.” He smirked.

“Just sit down Jisung.” You whined.

He obliged, but the smirk failed to leave his face as he stared at you.

“What?” You felt the blood running to your cheeks. why was he looking at you that way all of a sudden?

“Nothing.” He shook his head and looked down, and for some reason, his fluffy hair was so tempting to pet.

He continued to glance at you when you came in contact with his soft strands, the goofiest smile engulfed his face. “Are you bribing me to stay.”

“Am I?” You gently brushed his bangs out of his face. “Maybe.” Or maybe you couldn’t resist it.

He laughed and pulled away. “I’m not falling for that, I’m tired, right? I practiced all day, remember?” He imitated you again.

“Why are you acting like you weren’t the one who begged to come here in the first place?” You smirked back, inching closer.

“And why are you ignoring the fact that you absolutely needed me?” He slowly leaned back.

“I did?” You tangled your fingers in his hair again.

“Uhmm” he hummed before shooting his hands back to catch himself from leaning over, only to hear the loud breath escaping Chan.

“Shoot!” He quickly removed the hand he accidentally rested on Chan’s leg, and the two of you stared widely waiting for him to wake up.

But to your relief, he didn’t.

You both looked back at each other, stuck in the same position, his face now just as flushed as yours, and at the moment you forgot you were almost on top of your younger friend.

You were gazing at a completely different Jisung now, and you only wanted to get closer.

“Noona?” He whispered softly, his face close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath.

“Y-yes” you started to stutter, frozen in place.

“Can we move off the bed?” He brought his other hand to your hand caught in his hair, and the contact felt electrifying. “Hyung might wake up.”

You mummed, still processing the cause of your wavering body.

He snatched your hand in his and brought them in between you, caressing it as his whispers deepened “Noona.”

You blinked, your breaths growing shorter, eyes finally leaving him to wander towards his lips. How come you never noticed how sweet they looked?

He tugged at your hand to come closer and bit his lower lip.

He noticed.

Was it the cold weather that confused your body’s shivers? or the adrenaline left from the frightening thunder? you weren’t sure, but what you were certain of is that whatever it was that pushed you towards his lips, you didn’t want it to go away.

[me-in-hogwarts-mystery]

Christmas Encounters - Charlie Weasley x Hufflepuff!MC

Ship: Charlie Weasley x Hufflepuff!MC

Summary: Y/N is best friends with our favourite twins, Fred and George Weasley. Thanks to them, that year’s Christmas becomes the best of her life.

Requested: Yes - “Hey love. May I request a charlie Weasley x hufflepuff reader who aspires to be a magizoologist. (She’s out of hogwarts.) The reader is friends with George and Fred and they decide to take her with them for Christmas to the burrow. She meets charlie and immediately hit it off. Just some fluff please.... sorry if this made no sense. Thanks love” - @fantastictapple

Warnings: Nooooone

A/N: Surprise surprise! Christmas is getting closer at last :) A little present from me, and more coming (hopefully) soon!

“She's sleeping right now, right?” “The only weird people who would stay up until three in the morning and sneak into someone's house in the middle of the night are you and me, Fred”. “It’s about time we take her to the Burrow, George. The fact that we’re doing it like this instead of asking is a mere detail”. “I must agree with you on that”. “What the…?” Y/N whispered slightly, her voice hoarse after waking up from a deep sleep. “Y/N, you're up!” the twins exclaimed, a wide smile on their faces. Light suddenly invaded the room, and Y/N squinted. “What are you two doing here? What time is it?” “Half past three”. She groaned, pulling the covers over her head, only to find two pairs of hands holding them back. “What do you want?” “We've come to take you to the Burrow!” was Fred’s reply. Another groan. “At half past three in the morning?” “Of course!” they exclaimed in unison. “You, our favourite Hufflepuff, graduated from Hogwarts this summer and for a reason or another you were always busy. It’s about time we celebrate” George chimed in. “What better way to do it than to take you to our house to meet our family!” Fred finished. “I mean, Harry's been to our house more than you have, and we've only known him for, what, three years?” Reluctantly, Y/N sat up in her bed. “Fine, but next time warn me if you want to take me to your house. You know I hate getting up before half past seven”. The trio laughed warmly, then the twins left the room, giving Y/N the time to change and prepare some things to bring along.

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“Wait, how are we getting to your house? You didn't take the car… right?” “Of course not! After Ron's incident we couldn't risk it!” Fred assured her. “You're Apparating us, obviously!”

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As Fred and George had pointed out, Y/N had rarely been to the Burrow. For a reason or another, she'd almost always been too busy to visit those she considered her very best friends. So yes, probably the best choice was to literally force her out of her house to theirs, for the twins. “That was fantastic! I can't wait to learn this” Fred let out a breathy laugh, then moved to the door, opening it slowly, avoiding all noise. The twins brought their friend to the guest room, letting her set her things down before sitting next to her on the bed, one on each side of her. “For once, the Weasley family is reunited for Christmas”. “There's all of us, from Bill to Ginny”, George added, his voice hushed. “That's great! I finally get to meet these older brothers you’ve talked so often about”. “Oh, you'll love Charlie” George smiled, “He's a Dragonologist, but in general, he adores creatures, just like you”. “Yeah, you'll certainly click. Maybe you'll make Charlie think about something different from dragons for once”. “Fred!” Y/N punched his shoulder, “Just because we both like creatures, that doesn't mean we'll get married tomorrow!” “We'll see” the twins replied in unison, suggestive smirks on their faces. Y/N just rolled her eyes.

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Y/N woke up to a pounding noise. It wasn’t to her door, but, she believed, to the next room, where she knew the twins slept. “Fred! George! Will you get up already? It’s almost ten o’ clock!” Y/N smiled. It was little Ron’s voice. The youngest Weasley male was fourteen years old, and she had always had a soft spot for him. He had a knack for getting in trouble, but was caring and brave, with just a touch of pain in the back. “Fred! George!” This time Ginny chimed in too. Y/N had missed her - it had been a long time since she’d last seen her. At last the pounding and shouting stopped, and the door to the twins’ room opened; Y/N couldn’t resist peeking, her door slightly ajar. “Have you no manners?” George was standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips, “We have a guest!” “Why are you speaking in High English?” Ron raised an eyebrow. “Because thou dost not understand the meaning of politeness!” Fred added, in the same stance as his brother. “And who would this guest be?” Ginny asked, her gaze flickering to Y/N door for a second. “Well, give her time to get ready, at least, will you?” Y/N snickered quietly, then disappeared into her room, changing from her soft pyjamas. Staying at the Burrow was going to be a real adventure, this was for certain.

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“George said we have a guest, mom” Ginny stated while bringing her fork to her lips. “A guest?” “Fred, George, you really should stop bringing people home without warning. I’m sure you woke them in the middle of the night to bring them here” Bill looked at the twins accusingly, but they didn’t blink. “You’re one to talk! You did have your good deal of mischief back in Hogwarts!” Fred mirrored his brother’s expression, adding a smirk. “Fred, George, you speak so highly of politeness but whenever I come here I always have to introduce myself” Y/N spoke up, appearing in the dining room. “Y/N, dear, it’s you! Please sit, I’ll fetch another plate of breakfast for you” Molly immediately exclaimed, urging her into a seat next to one of the older Weasleys, one of the two she didn’t know yet. “For the sake of our beloved politeness...” Fred started. “...We bestow on you…” “Y/N L/N, excellent Hogwarts alumna and aspirant Magizoologist!” they chorused, earning some giggles from their brothers. “This High English is sickening me” Ron replied, stuffing his mouth with an egg. “Bill, Charlie, please introduce yourselves. You’re the only ones she doesn’t know yet” George beckoned them. “Bill Weasley” the older sibling held out his hand for Y/N to shake, offering a smile. “He’s the Curse-Breaker” Ron spat out, his mouth still half full. “Ron! Will you stop being such a… pig?” Ginny looked at him with a disgusted expression, but Y/N just laughed. “Charlie Weasley” the second-oldest reached for her hand next, smiling warmly. “The Dragonologist”. Charlie nodded, his smile unwavering. The twins whistled, making Y/N roll her eyes. “They’ve been trying to set us up since I met them”. “I know”. “So, Y/N” Arthur Weasley spoke up for the first time that morning - he’d been too worked up on reading his newspaper - “Your mother is Muggle-Born, right?” The girl nodded while bringing a piece of toast to her mouth. “May you please ask her what is the exact function of a plug?” Y/N nodded again, a giggle on her lips, echoed by everyone else’s.

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It was past ten p.m., and most of the Weasley family had gone to bed - except Fred and George, who were probably working on some elaborate prank device, and Charlie, who sat on the couch, closing his eyes briefly. Only when they fluttered open a few minutes later, he noticed Y/N was also awake, reading next to him. If she had noticed him, she had given no sign of it. “Hi”, he smiled slightly as she turned towards him. “Hi”. “So... you’re an aspirant Magizoologist?” “I’ve always loved creatures, there is nothing that would suit me better, I believe. I can’t see myself working in some airless office, or in a classroom full of screeching kids”. Charlie laughed lightly. “When I was in Hogwarts, I used to skip some of my classes to go to Care of Magical Creatures. Kettleburn let me stay. One day he even let me teach some second-years when I was in my fifth; I arrived to the edge of the forest after a long run from History of Magic, and as soon as he saw me he motioned for me to come closer, and told me: ‘Mister Weasley, I would like a short break. Please, tell these kids something about Murtlaps’”. Y/N put down her book as she laughed heartily. “But my passion has always been dragons. My friends thought I was obsessed, and Fred and George joked that I would marry a dragon some day”. “Those two really are something” Y/N shook her head, “I met them in my fourth year, and I had a lot of fun with them, they immediately became my very best friends”. “And they’re trying really hard to set us up” Charlie smiled lopsidedly. “Personally, I wouldn’t really be opposed to that” Y/N muttered under her breath, her gaze moving to the coffee table in front of her, hoping he didn’t hear. “I don’t think I would either” Charlie stated, making her eyes shoot up to his. She was holding her breath. Charlie had something about him, something that attracted her, and it seemed like it was the same for him. “I remember seeing you often, running around the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, from one class to the next; I also remember seeing you sneak into the Forbidden Forest once, when I was sneaking in too”. Y/N looked at him, a puzzled expression adorning her features. “I was in seventh year then, you in fourth. I saw you with Fred and George often - I kept an eye on them when I could - and I asked them about you one day. They told me about your passion for creatures and the adventures you were getting up to, I’ve wanted to meet you since then. But… N.E.W.T.s, and the studies to become a Dragonologist, and classes being impossible, and Kettleburn seeking me out to help him find a Chimaera… again…” He tentatively took her hand, hoping for the best. “I’ve looked up to you since second year”. His eyes met hers, and she smiled. “I was among those kids you taught when Kettleburn asked you to talk about Murtlaps. I wondered how a student could know so many things about creatures, and that’s when my resolve became so strong. I knew I wanted to be a Magizoologist, I wanted to be like you”. She was taken by surprise when she felt Charlie’s lips against her own, and his arm around her waist, but she wasn’t complaining at all. She leaned into his touch, her hands on his chest as they parted. They stayed silent for a few moments, until they heard a cry of “Yes!” coming from a corner of the room. “Ugh, you always ruin everything, you twats!” Y/N scoffed, moving closer to Charlie as he laughed into her hair. “Merry Christmas!”

[nitewrighter]

Gency Week Day 2: “Snow”

Some goofy ensemble-y stuff featuring snowball fights and two of my other fave ships.

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The sky was white and steel-gray, framed by the dark pines of the black forest. Snowflakes were falling softly on the ruined buildings, and sliding down from tree boughs in cascades of white.

“And so we find ourselves here again, Brother,” Hanzo stood atop a creaking wooden balcony, his voice was clear but muted by the snow all around them, “It seems we cannot escape our fate.”

“All of that time on the Watchpoint…” Genji spoke up to him, his ribbon and a knit scarf wafting in the winter wind, “All of your efforts to forgive and redeem yourself, did it all mean nothing to you?”

“All that has ever mattered to me, Genji, is victory,” said Hanzo, “I do what I must.”

“Brother! No!” shouted Genji, and he ducked out of the way of a snowball, which exploded into powder on a tree trunk behind him. Genji did several artful flips and dodges out of the next barrage of snowballs, taking cover behind the wreckage of a bastion unit and feverishly rolling up snowballs himself.

“So he’s just… incapable of taking anything lightly?” said Mercy, packing up snowballs next to him.

“This is Hanzo we’re talking about,” said Genji, “But there is conflict in his heart! I can see it in his eyes,” he gripped her shoulders, his visor bright, “We may still win the day! Trust me.”

“…Genji, it’s a snowball fight,” said Mercy, setting another snowball on the pile.

—

“I think you two get a little too into this,” said McCree, clambering up onto the balcony next to Hanzo but Hanzo held up a hand and McCree went silent.

“Ours is a long and troubled history–with that single snowball, a deep-set rivalry has been reignited,” Hanzo’s voice was deep, grim, and Jesse would be lying if he said he wasn’t really into that, yet the context of this tone was a little concerning.

“Because you didn’t have a rivalry before…?” McCree tugged at his single mitten, not bothering to keep his prosthetic warm.

“In the winter of twenty seven years ago—” Hanzo began.

“Darlin’ we’re in the middle of a snowball fight–you don’t need a tragic backstory for–”

“An atmospheric anomaly buried Hanamura in no less than 9 inches of snow in two days. The snowball fight that ensued between Genji and I is one only whispered of in Shimada legend–”

“Again–siblings–you don’t really have to–”

“So furious was our feuding that our father, Sojiro, forced us both to declare armistice and shake hands. And so the peace has been kept–”

“Except for that bit where you uh… killed him.”

“—for 27 years. But this day… that peace is broken.”

“Well you know you always got me backin’ you up,” said McCree with a grin.

“You grew up in a desert,” said Hanzo, packing more snow.

“Well yeah but back when we were kids Ashe dragged me up for a winter or two at her folks’ cabins in Vail, so I know my way around—”

McCree got creamed hard in the side of the head with a snowball so hard his hat got knocked off, shock written in every one of his features as he was thrown off balance and fell on his side with a grunt.

“Jesse!” Hanzo cried out in alarm only to hear a sneering laugh and a whispery chuckle fill the air. Hanzo looked up to see Widowmaker, perched on the half-collapsed  roof of an opposite building, a grin on her face and a small stockpile of snowballs near her feet.

“Americans,” she said with a superior smile.

“Ah, shit it went down my shirt…” McCree grunted as he got up, brushing snow out of his hair and getting his hat back on.

“I will avenge you,” Hanzo said, his eyes narrowing at Widowmaker.

“Be on your toes, Sombra’s never far behind her,” muttered McCree, picking up a snowball.

–—

“Why did you throw that snowball at him!?” Genji said, packing more snow.

“I was aiming for Jesse!” Mercy pressed her mittened hands to her forehead.

“Let me rephrase that: Why did you immediately point at me and say ‘He did it’ when Hanzo turned around?”

“You’re brothers. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal…” said Mercy with a shrug, “And when Hanzo… glares at you like that–” she shuddered a little “Hoo! It was kind of a gut reaction.”

“You have set in motion something much bigger than you realize,” said Genji, putting a thinly gloved hand on the side of her face, his prosthetic cool through the cloth, “I don’t know if I can protect you.”

“…Genji, I feel the need to once again remind you that this is a snowball fight,” said Mercy, flatly.

“And some people don’t like playing fair,” said Sombra, appearing in a haze of violet pixels with an armful of snowballs.

Mercy shrieked and threw a snowball, hitting Sombra in the face.

“Gah!” Sombra translocated in a purple flash.

“Oh I hate that thermoptic cloaking!” said Mercy, “Now I’m going to be on edge this whole time!”

“At least she always translocates if you manage to hit her,” said Genji.

Somba reappeared next to Widowmaker on the roof in another purple flash.

“Arañaaaaaa,” she moaned from behind Widowmaker.

“What is it?” said Widowmaker, her tactical visor down.

“I got hit in the face. Comfort me,” said Sombra.

“There there,” Widowmaker said flatly, “Now go flank. I’m busy looking for the archer.”

“Stupid sniper rivalry,” Sombra muttered under her breath as she reactivated her thermoptic cloaking.

Widowmaker scoffed and rolled her eyes, “As if I would consider someone who uses a paléolithique weapon like that my rival. He’s little more than an annoying—”  A snowball whizzed past her head and she ducked down, “He’s just given away his position!” she said fiercely before grabbing snowballs and firing away.

Both Hanzo and McCree ducked, leapt, and rolled out of the onslaught of snowballs, McCree taking another shot in the shoulder, and Hanzo getting pelted in the ribs. They hid behind the half-collapsed wall of a building, a powderball exploding on the bricks behind them.

“Almost have an angle…” Genji said quietly, sneaking through the pines, “Almost—“ he saw Hanzo’s hair ribbon wafting n the breeze and his visor tightened, “There!” He dove out from his tree cover and threw a snowball at Hanzo, only for it to explode in mid-air only a few feet in front of him.

“Ay—Mierda!” Sombra’s thermoptic cloaking came off, revealing powder all over the front of her coat, “You got me in the boob!”

“Well I didn’t see you there, obviousl—Oh no,” Genji’s attention turned to Widowmaker on her perch, snowballs in hand and death in her eyes.

“Oh now you care,” said Sombra, putting her hands on her hips and looking up at Widowmaker. Widowmaker’s eyes narrowed.

“Genji look out!” Mercy tackled him out of the way of another snowball and he pulled her to her feet as they both started running, both Sombra and Widowmaker’s snowballs smacking them both in the back. Genji knew they were in Hanzo’s line of sight as well now, they reeled around another building only for both of them to run headlong into Jack and Zenyatta.

“Sorry—” Genji scrambled to get off of Jack while Mercy helped Zenyatta pick up some of his orbs from out of the snow from their impact.

“The hell is going on?” said Jack, “You were supposed to rendezvous at the Orca half an hour ago.”

Genji and Mercy started talking at the same time.

“Ah yes, well Angela threw a snowball—“

“Jesse said I was being ‘uptight’ so—”

“And then it hit Hanzo—”

“And Hanzo is taking this far too seriously—”

“Okay—Look,” Jack started, “Can you talk one at a—”

“It’s hiiiiigh nooooon.”

“What?” Jack looked up and only saw McCree’s outline against the white winter sun for half a second before Jack, Genji, Mercy, and Zenyatta were all pelted in the face with snowballs.

“How—Pfft—“ Mercy brushed some snow away from her mouth, “How does he even do that?! They’re snowballs!”

“He says he’ll tell me when I tell him what the Dragons are,” said Genji.

Mercy scoffed and then looked over at Jack, who was brushing snow away from the edges of his tactical visor.

“Uh, Jack?” Mercy started.

“I didn’t start this war,” Jack said, packing up some snow and standing up. He turned on his tactical visor. “But I’m damn well going to finish it.”

“Agreed,” Zenyatta floated up next to him, snowballs gripped in his multiple transcendence arms, “I believe this team could use a lesson in humility.”

“…Run?” said Mercy.

“Run,” agreed Genji.

They both took off sprinting for the orca as the Black Forest became a storm of snowballs behind them.

[tumblunni]

I'm living for all of this Loki content my dash is blessed today -w-

Hey icm super glad you love it! Itcs all from the same one amazing artist who can do like 40 styles and draws loki from all of his different continuities! Im so glad i found a secret treasure trove of lokes!Oh and lol its also good to find some Non Problematic content of him for once, i donct reblog him ofteb cos its so hard to dig through the piles of creepy crud that occupy all the most popular slots in his tag. Like i mean eww the in/cest th/or/ki ship or whatever its called. (Slashes so it doesnt go in the tag, cos i dont wanna send shipping hate or anything.) It really creeps me out that its the most popular ship, cos even if loki is adopted they still grew up together from goddamn birth. Like usually at least these nebulous 'not blood related' ships are all 'well i just met my long lost brother as an adult and fell in love not knowing he's my brother' or somethibg. Still creeps me out but at least i can see the reasoning why other people aren't creeped, kinda. Aaagh why is it so hard to find wholesome childhood antucs with brothers who love each other in the normal brother way!!Oh and im not actually a HUGE fan of marvel loki? I personally prefer the original norse myth and only got into marvel loki cos i found the tags full of him and empty of anything else, lol. But he's still a good! If anything he'd be better as his own original character tho, which is why i prefer the changes made in the movie version. (Eveb if it has its own complaints like how they didnt develop him enough and never revisit his damn jotun backstory when its ALL WE WANT, MARVEL)Oh and funny random trivia is that even tho myth loki lacks the in/cest problem, him and thor is still a creepy ship cos he's actually his dad's age. Super stuck up myth accuracy obsessed teenage me could never get past this fact! Seriously it was such a weird choice to make loki thor's brother when he was odin's age in the myths. Like he was basically thor's godfather?? And also him and thor were 99% fun friendship adventures both on the hero side, instead of always at odds with only occasionally loki switching to the good. Srsly everyone forgets that myth loki was a 'good guy' for most of the story because his switch to a villain in the final ragnorok myth is so memorable. And i mean the myth aesir were more pragmatically neutral than 100% good anyway. Everyone was flawed which was why it was sad they dissolved into conflict in the end and destroyed each other. Loki wasnt some big destined evil coming out of nowhere to attack asgard, he was asgard attacking itself due to petty squabbling and causing its own downfall. So in a sense thats a way the marvel universe is accurate!Oh and myth loki also always knew he was a jotun lol,which makes it double frustrating that they made him have this inherantly sympathetic plot of lost selfhood and then NEVER FOLLOWED UP ON IT! Especially when they gave him a cool as fuck "true form" instead of making jotun look exactly like the other gods except generally stereotypically 'dumb'. Seriously loki being a small jotunn wasnt even super unusual, they weren't all giants even. There wasn't much consistancy to it though, sometimes the more main character-y chessmaster jotun were small and had shapeshifter powers, but also there were magical big ones and dumb orcish small ones and everything in between. And the rules of loki's magic seemed to change all the time too, lol! Mythology has way less internal continuity than actual books or movies, since its passed down orally for centuries after all.who even knows what's changed in all that time?Aaaaagh im rambling so offtopic yo cos mythology is so interesting and so is comic books and the MCU!!!Anyway Loki Is Good In All Of His Myriad FormsOh but even though i generally don't like comic loki as much, i do enjpy that they've recently made it canonical that he's genderfluid like his myth counterpart. You go loki you lgbt icon!!! Mcu version how bout adding some of that?Oh and i havent seen thor ragnorok or the thanos thing yet, cos i kinda lost interest in later thor movies cos well i was always here for loki instead of thor, lol. Its hard to keep track of exactly which mcu movies he was in when its like.. Half of his own series and 75% of everyone else's. But i do know generally what happens in those two, like how loki FINALLY gets redeemed and has cute brother scenes that have become Every Meme.and then he apparantky gets killed off at some point but tbh i dont believe it considerinh how many other times he's died and come back in other films/comics/tv shows/the everything. Nooooone dies like Loki! Always fries like Loki! Has mortality based on pure lies like Loki!God im in such a fandom mode right now aaagh youve set me off xD

[obscurelysevere]

Does anyone know your bank pin number other than you? Who? No one.

Have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend who was depressed? Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen: the entire cast of My Dating Life!

Would you be able to climb out your bedroom window to sneak out? I have a sliding glass door... Ain’t that hard.

What would you do if you found out the last person you called was pregnant/got someone pregnant? I think I’d be pretty genuinely pissed. And shocked.

Can you taste the difference between brand name food and store brand food? Some of the time.

Would you be embarrassed to buy pads/tampons/condoms? Which one more? Nah. It all happens all the time, at least I’m being careful about it. But really... He should be supplying the damn condoms.

If a stranger went in your room, would they be able to tell what gender you are from just looking at it? Definitely, just by looking at the hoards of clothing lying around.

Are your parents gullible? Not. At. All.

Do you still own a VCR? Nope.

About how much money have you spent on food in the past two weeks? Mmm... $50?

If you were in a car accident would the last person you kissed care? Probably not in the least.

If you were looking for a new pair of shoes where would you go? Kohl’s.

How much was the last pair of shoes you bought? Cheap af. Thank god for Target. :D

What color is the computer/laptop you’re on? Did you buy it yourself? Silver. I’m still paying my mom off for the loan for it.

Do you have a second home? Yes, I do.

Would you be surprised if you saw the last person you texted smoking? Very. And incredibly disappointed.

Does the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer repulse you? Weed doesn’t bother me, as long as it’s not too heavy.

Was the last person you kissed younger or older than you? Older.

Do you think people have any misconceptions about you? Probably.

Have you ever purchased Girl Scout cookies? NOPE. Never have; never will.

Do you like waffles? Yesss. Omnom.

Do you watch birthing videos on a day-to-day basis? Um... Excuse me? Why?

Do you find piercings/tattoos attractive? Not exorbitant amounts. Some here and there are cool.

Would you talk to someone you don’t know on the internet? Absolutely. Some of the most amazing people I’ve met have come from the internet! (Looking at you @xwatchingusdietonight​ & @vengeancetakesyou​)

How often do you drink Monster? Never. The smell alone makes me super nauseous.

Have you ever made totally pointless videos with your friends? Oh yeah. And they’re some of the best.

Do you like to buy those Warped Tour compilations? Nooope.

Do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth? On the outside.

Do you own a nightgown? A couple of little nighties that I never wear.

Have you ever made a house out of a giant cardboard box? For cats... Does that count? Lol.

Have you ever made a tent out of sheets in your bedroom? YAS. Especially when my bunkbed was still around, that was the shit.

Do your grandparents know how to operate a cell phone? With a fair amount of ease.

Have you ever had sex or something like it? "Something like it”? ROFL.

Have you ever read a George Orwell book? No.

Have you ever worn fishnets? Yes.

How many piercings and tattoos do you have? 5 piercings and 4 tattoos.

Is someone in your family affected by Asperger’s? No.

In a hotel do you always nose through all the drawers and cupboards? No.

Would you rather go out to eat or be eaten out? I want the food.

Do you always wear your seat belt? YES. I cannot stress the importance of this enough.

Have you ever liked someone much older than you? Just famous people.

Have you ever been in a play? A couple. But my favorite was Galileo Galilei.

Do you have any secrets that nobody knows about? No. At least one person knows something, even though it may not be everything.

Is there ice cream in your freezer? Nope.

Have you ever started to laugh but played it off as a cough successfully? I’ve had it turn into a real cough.

Have you ever liked the lyrics of a band but hated the music? Not that I can think of.

Does your bathroom have a window? Nope.

Do you go somewhere to get your eyebrows done? That shit’s too expensive.

When you were younger did you read the A Series Of Unfortunate Events books? Nooope.  

Who was the last band you saw live? Train & The Fray.

Do you believe prayer really works? I think that it can. Though I don’t think I’ve experienced it personally.

Are you a fan of the band Gym Class Heroes? I was, back in middle school & the early days of high school.

Frosted flakes or frosted mini wheats? Flakes.

Have you been on a date in the park? I guess I could say that I have.

Ever dated someone you were best friends with first? Not best friends, but pretty close.

Are there any diseases/health problems that run in your family? Not that I know of, though it’s high unlikely that CF has popped up here and there over time.

Do you have asthma? Something like it.

Are tongue piercings slutty? Not slutty. They’re just gross.

Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? Skarsgard, Reedus... I’m sure there are plenty of others. I’m a sucker for an older man.

Last person to take off your pants, besides you? My mom helped me out of mine when I was too weak/sick to do it myself.

Do you remember those cool highlighters that smelled like popcorn? What!?

Might you enjoy hanging out in the woods for day or two? If there was someone with me, sure! Wouldn’t be the first time that I have done that.

Have you ever written something on a bathroom stall? Guilty. Dx

Least favorite alcoholic drink? Nooooone.

Have you ever kissed someone named Paul or Luke? Nope.

How did you meet the last male you texted? It was probably my dad.

Have you ever had an embarrassing email address? Nah. Just an outdated one that I had for 10+ years.

Do you put shampoo in your left or right hand? My left hand.

Do you have a bull ring through your nose? No. >_<

Do you and your dad get along? Most of the time!

Can you see your purse right now? Yes, it’s at my feet.

Are you wearing any perfume? What kind? Essential oil mists. Lavender.

Are there products in your hair? No, they drive me insane.

When you get colds, do you use nasal spray to help get your nose unstuffy? At night, before bed.

Do you actually like sneezing? Yeah, kinda.

Have you taken a shower yet today? I was supposed to but I started to feel waaaay too uncomfortable to even try. :/

Do you have one best friend who is always there for you? My mom, without fault.

Do you wear skirts a lot? Rarely.

Do you wear sweatpants a lot? 100% of the time.

How many pairs of jeans do you think you have? Somewhere between 5 and 10.

Do you like hoodies? I love ‘em.

Big ones or the form fitting kind? Baggy, fo sho.

Do you wear polo shirts a lot? Never.

Did you ever actually have a rubber duck? Lol. No. Now, if I could find a rubber alpaca, that would be pretty dope.

Are you one of those people who claim to live with no regrets? With only 1.

Do you love your computer? Yes!

Do you drink coffee? Never.

Do you basically like all of your clothes? Uh yeah... If I didn’t, I would get rid of them. It’s about time to do an overhaul anyway.

Do you shop mostly with your parents, your friends, or by yourself? By myself, online.