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wrence · 5 years ago

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Get Your Beatles On (Part I of II)

LISTEN: https://www.mixcloud.com/lawrence-laferla/get-your-beatles-on-part-i-of-ii/

This show is a compilation put together by remixer MP3J.

1. DJ Z-Trip (Soulwax) Yesterday https://www.youtube.com/user/djztrip1 00:00

2. The Monkees (Go Home Productions) Paperback Believer https://youtu.be/W83InivbUSQ 03:23

3. Guns N' Roses (Jimmi Jammes) Sgt Pepper's Paradise https://youtu.be/Rbm6GXllBiw 05:44

4. Yazoo (CCC) Don't Go Flying, Jude https://youtu.be/HlxOmeG_Zlw 09:43

5. Singers & Players (Twin Freaks) Fool on the Hill https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLo6OEO0K4o 15:34

6. Hardrive (Masters At Work) Get Back, Deep Inside https://youtu.be/OJ0WL4TJVCg 20:55

7. Richard X (Aggrol) Eleanor Rigby's Rock Jacket https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMo2MNXjbpA 26:20

8. Kelly Clarkson (Jason Nevins Rock Da Edit) Since U Been Gone, Eleanor Rigby https://youtu.be/RUg6ny2N5xI 27:02

9. Armand Van Helden, Gary Numan, L'Trim My Other Car Is A Beatle (Chaos Productions) https://youtu.be/6InqSDxOa7Q 31:35

10. Recap, Jackson 5, Gabriel Saban & Philippe Briand, Worship Service Resources (CCC) Want, Pity, Vortex, Evolution, Leaning on the Everlasting Arms https://youtu.be/HbayjIcsrQM https://youtu.be/4UJHvSwYP8c https://youtu.be/ZEZXU-UVdtk 36:36

11. Lady Pank, Christina Aguilera (Autopilot) Marchewkowe: Rebootified Prudence https://youtu.be/4GuhT6NEP0I https://youtu.be/7rwf7dnwRg4 40:36

12. Keane and Wings (Faultside) Let Keane In https://youtu.be/D8dqqdc-lrE 43:16

13. Mogwai and Kid Loco (Soundhog) A Day In Tracy's Life https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OY30q1Sx7qc 49:32

14. Mountains Of Boutros Working Class Hero https://youtu.be/a5UPuoUIXUg 56:12

15. Queen (Go Home Productions) Imagine The Game https://youtu.be/1im_ql7lOkI 01:00:25

16. The Chemical Brothers (Lenlow) Let Norwegians Be https://youtu.be/s5FyfQDO5g0 01:01:55

17. Sir Mixalot Baby Got Silly Love Songs Back https://youtu.be/xl9LpxjwYOc 01:04:46

18. Atomic Kitten (Go Home Productions) Get Back https://youtu.be/mpIsPjiIXNk 01:08:54

19. Sane Chuck (Loo + Placido) Black Beatles https://youtu.be/fCpBZf_s5FY 01:11:43

20. Psyche Magical Mystery Panther https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLfK2WVaZIn5ygz2zMS9sA5vfp-JWZsRRV 01:14:40

With the above compilation (each track including something Beatles), MP3J is curating some of the best old audio from the 2000s, specifically from the Get Your Bootleg On (GYBO) community of mashup artists who created "bastard pop." GYBO was a forum. It died about eight or nine years ago after an intense 10-year run in the 00s. "It began as a simple message board for bedroom DJs. Partnerships were formed, skills were developed, and in some cases, careers were launched." https://www.popmatters.com/73662-get-your-bootleg-on-a-mashup-mystery-solved-2496020520.html

Here's the closed site itself. http://www.gybo-v3.co.uk/

About its demise https://www.radioclash.com/archives/2012/08/20/rc-224-gybo-rip-part-one-the-new-skool/

And here https://www.radioclash.com/archives/2012/08/15/whats-your-favourite-bootlegsmashups-of-the-last-10-years/

Do you long for yesterday?

Up until around ten years ago, the internet felt like a web of small communities. Completely independent message boards and forums felt like clubs or cocktail parties, little scenes where subcultures could gather, evolve and thrive.

But, all things must pass.

The era of independent blogging then morphed into huge platforms. By the end of the 00s, these communities were dead, replaced by enormous networks with major apps for all devices — Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Tumblr, TikTok, etc. The world became one enormous cocktail party owned by a handful of entrepreneurs and their funders. As individual netizens, we came to feel like a billion individuals in a global club.

There are places I remember. But... Everybody knows there's nothing doing. Everything is closed, it's like a ruin. Of course some of the old independent forums still exist, but they’re like ghost towns.

We've lost those old 00s internet subcultures, but recently we see Facebook nudging us all into Facebook Groups. That’s the closest we come nowadays to the old school message board communities of yesteryear. In 2020, some of the subcultural feeling is being revived, but a lot of it remains lost.

The past decade saw the rise of the idea that "disruption" can be something positive. I've never been a fan of heavily funded disruptors. The rise of the big apps wasn't a grass roots movement. It was the growth of internet monopolies that effectively killed off all the old, independent communities and blogs. Hundreds of thousands of small, independent internet communities were "disrupted" and coopted by a handful of apps that have become houshold names, all funded by billions in venture capital. On Facebook, you can find congregations of Beatles fans in general, and you can find lots of audiophiles posting pictures of record labels, but more particular groups like those for remixers aren't big enough to thrive on Facebook. So, remixing is a culture that's gone extinct. There are still Beatle remixer groups such as the one on Tapatalk. But it's no longer very active. It's too far off the highway. Action is on Facebook. Facebook is like THE major superhighway. Very minor apps sit there on your phone, but how often do you remember to open them? They're where the action isn't.

In this way, 00s internet culture turns out to have been so different from the 10s culture and how 20s culture is to become. Yesterday: quirky, funky, subcultures existed. Now it looks as though some subcultures have lost their independence, their quirk and their funk. Each of us is now a facebooker among billions. You're on your own. The once thriving GYBO subculture is dead.

These MixCloud sets, guest curated by MP3J (a veteran of the mashup/bastard pop/GYBO movement of the 00s), look back at how fun it must have been.

Part II of II is coming soon. Subscribe to Wrence Fer and Friends to get notification. https://www.mixcloud.com/lawrence-laferla/

#mixcloud #mashup #bastard pop #gybo #get your bootleg on #beatles #the beatles #beatles remixes #beatles mashups

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allhailthe-demonking · 8 years ago

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Here In My Room - 5

Wherein Finn sort of fucks up a little, Merritt freaks out, and the day is saved with a little bit of explicitly consensual, discussed d/s behavior.

It’s a struggle for Merritt to pull herself away from Finn’s grasp that keeps her pressed against his warm skin; even in sleep, he’s possessive and strong. She does it slowly and carefully, each gained inch between them making his face scrunch further with dismay. When she’s finally extricated herself, she leans forward to smooth a kiss over his forehead to soothe the lines there.

He doesn’t wake, but his subconsciousness makes it plain enough that he’s displeased with the change, frowning and pulling the blankets tighter to himself.

She smiles softly, watching him fondly as he finally settles himself back amongst the pillows. She pads softly across the hotel room to their bathroom, the opulent shower calling her name. She knows he’ll probably wake before long, neither of them very good at sleeping in, and with any luck, he’ll be joining her under the rainfall shower heads.

It doesn’t take Finn long at all to wake, the buzzing of his silenced phone near his ear pulling him from the last vestiges of sleep. He groans quietly, hand blindly searching and swiping across the screen. “‘lo?” he yawns, pulling the blanket up over his head with the hand not cradling the phone to his ear.

There’s a brief silence on the other end, broken by a woman’s laughter. “Goot mornin’,” comes her greeting, and Finn frowns in confusion. “Might I ask where my Eleanor may be?”

Finn can feel his world tilting, and he knows his morning is about to get complicated. Her name is Eleanor… “She emm…she’s in da shower,” he responds slowly. “I’m sorry, I should’na answered widout lookin’…” he swears under his breath. “She emm…how’s about I have her call ya back?”

The woman, Merritt’s mother he assumes, only laughs louder. “So long as she doesn’t wait another month. Her sisters are missing her, too…”

He can hear more laughter in the background, and he wishes the bed would just swallow him up. Her name is Eleanor. “I promise ya she’ll call soon. She’s just been a bit caught up lately.” He cringes, wanting to swear again and much louder but terrified of doing so in front of Merritt’s mother. He hears the shower stop in the bathroom, and his heart is pounding. “I should probably let ya go before she kills me fer sayin’ too much,” he says, laying on all the charm he can. “I promise she’ll call soon.”

He hears chattering in the background, but the words are accented and foreign, and he knows he’s fucked up, god he’s fucked up. “I’ll hold you to it,” her mother finally agrees. “I’ll put in a good word for you if you’ll tell me your name,” she offers, and he’s so screwed.

“Fergal,” he answers, because he can’t be dishonest, never to Merritt and certainly not to her family, not when he’s already gone and dug his own grave before the sun’s even come up. He slips from the bed, phone still held to his ear, hoping to meet Merritt, not wanting her to think the worst.

The door opens, though, and Merritt’s smile falters at the sight of her phone to his ear. There’s a dip in her stomach, like a rollercoaster she didn’t want to get on, and she doesn’t quite understand why Finn would be on her phone, but it’s all swallowed up by the fall and the overwhelming hurt. “What are you doing?” she asks, trying to keep her voice quiet and calm, and failing miserable.

They both hear laughter through the phone, a chorus of what Finn thinks sounds suspiciously like “Shit” before it's disconnecting, and Finn is holding out her phone, thrusting is towards her, not wanting to be touching it anymore, like that will absolve him of her anger.

“It was ringin’,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I wasn’t really awake, and I di’n’t look. I di’n’t mean-“

Merritt growls, shoving Finn hard in the chest, pushing him out of her space and deeper into the room. She scowls at him, brows drawn, holding her phone to her chest. “What gives you the fucking right?” she hisses. Her body is coiled tight, completely tense, ready for a fight.

Finn holds his hands up, like he’s showing her that he meant no harm. He doesn’t speak, still trying to piece together the last ten minutes, trying to figure out how they went from a perfect night, looking forward to a perfect morning with just the two of them, to Merritt looking like she’s ready to bolt.

“Answer me!” she shouts, taking a bold step forward. All she can see is red; furious that Finn could be thoughtless enough to take a peak into her world outside of their agreement. She snarls, hackles raising all over again, unable to get it out of her head; anger is easier than hurt and broken trust.

“I di’n’t mean to upset you,” he says, words quiet and fast. “I t’ought it was mine, at first. By the time I realized, I just di’n’t want to scare her.” Merritt lets out an angry huff of breath, takes another step forward so they’re chest to chest and she’s staring up at him so fierce that she hopes he bursts into flame. “I just meant to tell her that ya’d call her back in a minute. She started askin’ who I was, Merritt, I di’n’t want her to think ya were in trouble.”

She shakes the phone in her hand, like she can erase what he did like it’s unwanted text; a mistake. “I don’t care what you wanted, Finn,” she spits. “My life, outside of this, is none of your business. My family is none of your business.” She pokes him hard in the sternum, like she isn’t a fraction of his size. “Eleanor is none of your business.”

He flinches at that. Logically, he’d known her name wasn’t actually Merritt, that she used a pseudonym for her work, just like he did. But knowing and finding out are completely different, and when he’d heard the raspy, accented voice ask for her daughter, he’d gone blank. He’d paused. “How do I fix dis?” he asks, voice soft. He doesn’t pass the blame or deny it, accepting he’d hurt her and only wanting to earn back the trust he’d lost.

Merritt swallows, biting hard on the inside of her lip. She wants to be furious. She wants to scream and kick and cry because he’s not supposed to see her, the woman behind the carefully sculpted image. He’s not supposed to see who lies behind and underneath. Part of her hates that Finn is being so quiet and accepting of his mistake. “Stop it,” she breathes, taking a step back.

Finn automatically reaches a hand out, wrapping it around her wrist. “Merritt-“

“Stop!” she repeats, yanking away from his touch. “You don’t get to be upset right now.” She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. “What did she say?”

“She said your sisters miss ya,” he answers, quiet, not wanting to push her even farther. “I said ya’d just been caught up lately,” he swallows, hands motioning between them, “I di’n’t tell her anything about us. I just di’n’t want her to tink someting was wrong.”

Merritt eyes him carefully; she knows Finn well enough that she knows he isn’t the type to try to hurt her, and certainly not the type to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. The anger rises up in a flash of heat at that, reminding her that that’s why this hurts so badly, to have given him trust and see it used against her. “Did you say anything else?” she asks, lips pursing.

He shakes his head. “I swear it. I was comin’ to bring it to ya.” He reaches out slowly, wrapping his arm around her waist, palming her lower back. “I’m not asking’ for ya to not be mad, but please keep trustin’ me.” He wants to breath out a deep sigh of relief that she isn’t pulling away, but he knows that whatever is between them, be it the contract or the more that he’s been feeling ever since he came back, is on fragile ground.

She presses her face to Finn’s chest, shuddering when his other arm wraps around her. She doesn’t say anything, not sure that she trusts herself to at this point. She reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck, knowing deep down that she does still trust him, but just needing to let her fear and uncertainty go. “I’m sorry, too.”

He kisses the top of her head, her hair still wet from her shower, smelling of his shampoo. “Don’t be. Ya’ve every right to me mad.” His hand rubs gently at her back, hoping that they’re truly back on solid ground. “An’ I wanna make it up to ya. I wanna show ya that ya can trust me.”

Merritt swallows, looking up at Finn with a sad little smile. “I know that I can, Finn.” When he looks ready to argue, she pulls back just a step, reaching down to take one of his hands in hers, gently playing with his fingers. “You’ve never done anything to hurt me intentionally, and I don’t think you will. But I do have an idea?”

He leans down and kisses her forehead, fingers clasping with hers. “Anyt’ing.”

She gives him a little smirk, fingers teasing down to his wrist, bringing his hand up and guiding it to her throat. She presses his fingers to either side, just a hint of pressure, his huge palm spanning the whole way across and she’s already dizzy with it, and there isn’t even enough pressure to cut off any air.

Finn swears, fingers gently twitching where she’s holding them to her skin. “Ya sure?” he asks quietly, thumb pressing to the hollow of her throat, making her body go rigid as she tries to gasp. She can only nod, her eyes fluttering shut, hand around his wrist holding onto him tightly. “How does dis feel?”

She taps once on his forearm, gentle, forcing her eyes open. She’d gasp again if she could, watching the way Finn’s eyes seem to have gone all black, swallowing up the brilliant blue with his arousal. She taps once more, more sure, giving him the go ahead.

He purrs sweetly, dropping a kiss to her parted lips. “Very good, Kitten. What about if it’s too much?” Merritt taps twice, eyes unfocused as she slowly slips into that place, eager to be good for Finn, to show him just how much she truly does trust him. His fingers press a little tighter, truly starting to limit her breathing. “And if ya need me to stop?”

Her fingers tap three times, rapid and firm. Finn lets go immediately, and she’s trembling against him, whining sadly, wanting his hand back on her, taking her breath away.

He shushes her quietly, kissing over the apples of her cheeks. “Perfect, Kitten. I’m gonna give ya what ya want, what ya need. But when ya tap out, for any reason, we stop. No questions.” It’s heady, the way she presses needfully against him, begging him, and it makes his head spin how much trust for him she truly has. “Sit on the end of da bed for me, Kitten.”

Merritt complies quickly, feet slightly stumbling as she moves. She settles on the bed, ankles crossed demurely, her hands in her lap patiently. She wants whatever he’s going to give her, and the promise of whatever that may be sends electric shocks up her spine.

Finn stalks close to her, watching her vigilantly, checking for any sign that tells him she doesn’t want this. But all signs are pointing to yes, and he counts himself as blessed that she wants this with him. He towers over her, leaning in to kiss her, deep and wanting palm cupping her neck firmly as he licks into her mouth. He swallows her mewls and sighs, and that might be the only part he doesn’t like, is knowing that when he deprives her of oxygen, he’ll also be depriving himself of her sweet little noises.

She kisses him back lazily, pressing into his touch greedily. Her hands come up to his hips, still wonderfully bare, and her thumbs find the indentations between muscles, rubbing there gently, nails scratching along his thick thighs. She mewls softly when she feels his grip tighten minutely, shuddering helplessly before him.

He breaks from her lips with a wet sound, watching the way her jaw falls slack when he presses a little tighter yet, just enough to make it an effort for her to breathe, and her lips quirk up just slightly at the corners. He murmurs nonsense words, praising her, telling her how good she is for him, how perfect she is like this as he carefully drops to his knees and presses himself between her thighs. He forces her head to tip back, opening up her airway just a fraction more, hearing her reedy little moans as he leans forward to trace his pointed tongue along the small circle of her nipple before he’s pulling it into his mouth, worrying it gently between sharp and clever teeth.

Merritt can hardly stand it, her hands on Finn’s shoulders digging into his muscles as he draws pleasure from her like she’s an instrument to be played. He suckles at her softly, a stark contrast to the points of his canines. He pulls back slowly, cheeks hollowed as he teases and bites at her nipple before it lets go with a rumbling moan, only to give the same devout care to her other breast.

He peeks up at her from below his eyelashes, watches how perfectly still she stays for him, letting his hand ebb and slow, slowly tightening around her throat before his palm opens again, letting air rush back into her lungs. “Tell me how ya’re, Kitten,” he groans softly, grinning against the side of her breast as she taps once, immediate and sure, against his shoulder. “Good, Kitten, I’m proud of you,” he murmurs, tongue flicking and teasing at her straining nipple. He laves at her once more before he’s mouthing lower, teeth nipping just hard enough at the underside of her breasts before continuing down down down.

Her gasp when he first licks long and teasing and slow up her slit barely even starts before his hand is clenching tight around her throat, cutting off any hope of making any sounds or taking in a much needed breath. Her hands scrabble at his forearm and wrist, nails digging into his skin, but she doesn’t tap more than once, needing him to know she’s okay if as she loses her mind. Her back arches when his tongue finds her clit, flicking little licks against the nub. She squeezes at his wrist, begging, so close and just needing that tiny push. She gets it with two long fingers pressing inside, curling against her walls, and she can’t breath, everything crystalline and shining as she shudders apart.

Finn slowly eases the pressure of his hand around her throat as he licks around and between his fingers, tongue curling as he swallows her arousal as greedily as she does his. He moans against her, always so sweet and heady, looking up at her as she comes back down. He smiles up at her when she finally opens her eyes, tongue pointed and wriggling against her sensitive clit, forcing her to moan and try to press forward for a taste of her own. His hand stops her, though, giving a warning little press, reminding her that he’s in charge. “Ask me nicely, Kitten,” he purrs, fingers rubbing at the spot inside, making her clench and quake for him.

“Please, please Finn,” she whispers, her voice weak and wrecked. “Let me, please.” She can barely think, certainly can’t focus, and she just wants.

Finn slowly pulls his fingers out and away, teeth gentle on her clit, distracting her as she clenches around the emptiness. She’s still soaking wet, though, and he’s more than happy to feast on her arousal, licking her clean. His fingers press between her lips, stifling another moan, and he’s cupping her jaw and pressing them deep. His other hand tightens and clenches, and she takes him perfectly, suckling her wetness from his fingers, tongue teasing at his fingertips until they’re pressed too deep, while he slowly slowly cuts off her breathing yet again. She hums softly, as best she can, around his digits, just taking everything he gives her.

Merritt is boneless before him, only held up by Finn’s hands and her own sheer force of will. She swallows around his fingers, letting them tease her deeper, tapping once against his wrist, not needing him to ask for her to reassure him of just how good she feels.

He growls, slowly pulling his fingers back. He loosens his grip on her neck, his touch nothing more than a firm reminder before he’s pressing his hips against hers, cock rubbing between her wet folds. The head of his cock nudges her clit, once, twice before he just grinds against her, their arousal mixing and pooling between them. He moans loudly, claiming her lips for his own. His teeth tug at her bottom lip, worrying it until its red and swollen, and when she takes in a deep and full breath, he’s slamming home, pressing inside, taking it right back from her.

Her soft cries are pitiful and desperate, his thrusts shaking her whole body, making her breasts heave with each press. Her head tips back, both in pleasure and invitation, and she can feel herself climbing higher and higher, feeling like she’s clenching around him as tight as he’s clenching her.

Finn watches the way she writhes under him, perfect and wanting, and leans more of his weight into her throat, knowing they’re both close. His thrusts get choppy, deep as they are, and the hand that hand been supporting his weight on the bed slips down to circle and toy with her clit. He holds most of his weight easily, but lets her feel it, feel him, as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge. “Come fer me, Kitten. Come now, Kitten, do it,” he encourages, his voice thick and deep, commanding her to come apart.

She isn’t surprised when her body obeys his commands, orgasm ripping from her soundlessly as his fingers tighten once more, drawing out and hyperextending her pleasure. Her back arches, fingers gripping tighter and tighter to his wrist and forearm, feet curling and toes pointing as she’s lost to it.

It only takes a few more thrusts before he’s following her over the edge, into oblivion. Only then does his hand fall away, instead curling his fingers with Merritt’s as he collapses over top of her. Her arms cradle him close, lips finding his, the two of them finding their breath together. He breaks from her lips to trail wet kisses from shoulder to shoulder, teeth gently scraping at the hollow of her throat. “Merritt,” he whispers, more of a quiet little moan, lips finding their way back to hers.

Her arms, wrapped lazily around the back of his neck, squeeze once, and she’s tapping once against his shoulder blade. She kisses him once, a little grin on her lips as she does. “Finn,” she purrs, her voice a little broken.

He laughs softly, rolling to his back and pulling her with him so she’s resting against his chest. “Rest now, Kitten. Ya’ve got a phone call to return once ya wake up.”

#finn balor #finn balor smut #use of real names #d/s undertones #the only way to d/s is to safe d/s #himr #fanfic #complete

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crisis-queer-blog · 8 years ago

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Annoying Ass Tagging Game~also questions

I was tagged by the lovely @returnofthemackles ! If you’re not already following her, do so now she’s gr8 with an 8

Rules: Answer all of the questions then add one of your own. Tag as many people as there are questions.

1.) Coke or Pepsi? definitely pepsi

2.) Disney or DreamWorks? aaaaaa i don’t know where my loyalties lie anymore after the whole making le foo gay shit i didn’t appreciate that >:((

3.) Coffee or tea? TEAAAAA

4.) Books or movies? obviously books

5.) Windows or Mac? Windows (down with mac!!!)

6.) DC or Marvel? I love them both eeek :( but if i’d have to choose then probably DC

7.) Xbox or PlayStation? PlayStation all day every day (but don’t actually ask me anything about it mine broke like ten years ago)

8.) Dragon Age or Mass Effect? mASS DRAGON EFFECT AGE (can you tell i have no idea what either is)

9.) Night owl or early riser? Aspiring early riser but for now i value my staying-up-til-6-am shit card

10.) Cards or chess? cards, i guess

11.) Chocolate or vanilla? chocolate? i dunno depends on the day

12.) Vans or Converse? converse probably?? what’s more gay is the question

13.) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? ... yes?

14.) Fluff or angst? fluff, goodness knows i have enough angst in my life to fuel a car engine and a trip to the moon

15.) Beach or forest? forest : )

16.) Dogs or cats? aaaaaaa cats? dogs? kITTENS BROUGHT UP BY DOGGOS THAT’S MY FINAL ANSWER

17.) Clear skies or rain? clear skies rain bums me out ;n;

18.) Cooking or eating out? *pushes aside dirty thoughts* probably cooking i guess

19.) Spicy or mild food? bRING ON THE FIRES OF HELL

20.) Halloween or Christmas? halloween always (i dont celebrate christmas gg)

21.) Would you forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? i hate sweating and i already live in canada so im used to the cold ~after all the cold never bothered me anywa- MOVING ON

22.) If you could have a superpower what would it be? making people forget things? that would be so useful my gosh. either that or some piper mclean charmspeak how bout dah

23.) Animation or live action? i enjoy animation bc pretty pictures and live action makes me feel old i dunno

24.) Paragon or Renegade? i won’t pretend to know what this is trying to ask. pass

25.) Bath or shower? all the bath stoppers in my house are broken so baths are basically a luxury gg (i honestly don’t know why we don’t just fix it we’re so lazy)

26.) Team Cap or Team Iron Man? Team Thor<-im going to have to agree

27.) Fantasy or Sci-fi? bRING ON DEM GAY WITCHES AND UNICORNS . also sci fi is hard to keep up with

28.) Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they?

I have a couple:

“They probably cheated!”

“No, your mother cheated - that’s why you look like a plumber.”

-Ender’s Game (the movie)

“You shouldn’t be sad because sad spelled backwards is das, and das not good.”

-probably from tumblr idk

“I could agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

-also not sure of the source

“Small minds discuss people, average minds discuss events, great minds discuss ideas.”

- Eleanor Roosevelt

29.) YouTube or Netflix? youtube probably netflix doesn’t have a delete history option .. i mean what

30.) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? PERCY JACKSON WOOO

31.) When do you feel accomplished? when i’m complimented on something i’ve worked hard on

32.) Star Wars or Star Trek? star trek i guess?

33.) Paperback books or hardcover? hardcover definitely

34.) Fantastic Beasts or Cursed Child? haven’t really fangirl’d about either but i fantasic beasts at least i watched the movie

35.) Rock or pop? hEAVY METAL

36.) What is the most important thing in your life? yeah im agreeing again i love my family

37.) Mountains or sea/ocean? oceans! but mountains are pretty to look at

38.) How do you express yourself? drawing, writing, tumblr- there’s more but those are my mains

39.) What’s the first book/film that really counted to you? The entire Darren Shan saga i still have tears

40.) What’s your element (air, water, etc.)? water ^u^

41.) If you could travel anywhere where would you go? i don’t heccin know? some place where the people are friendly and it’s not too hot or too cold but more cold than hot I DONT HECCIN KNOW

42.) If you had any job in the world what would it be? an animator or something in the arts field

43.) If you were granted three wishes what would it be? 1. CONFIDENCE! 2. THAT PEOPLE WOULD JUST HECCIN GET ALONG- world peace! 3. i don’t know acceptance?

44.) If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life what would it be? sushi? at least there’s variety

45.) What’s currently the most pressing issue on your mind, and what’s stopping you from fixing it? *takes out long ass scroll* *proceeds to burn scroll*

but seriously that would probably be coming out on a full scale and undiagnosed bad days. my family’s homophobic and also hate accepting mental illness or legitimizing it so that’s not a very great start gg

46.) What is your dream companion animal? aLL THE ANIMALS

47.) Raptors or songbirds? songbirdies

48.) Do you think there is life on other planets in the universe? yeah tbh, but none of that ET shit. or maybe idk i dont care enough

49.) If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, what are some things that you’d do? purchase all the pride flags and run through the streets professing my love for ladies in song form until i die

50.) Is there a song/piece that makes you emotional every time you hear it? right now that’s gotta be hamilton im reduced to a sobbing mess

51.) What is the one thing you never regret doing? coming out to my smol group of frands and also getting tumblr whaaat

52.) Who is your favorite character and why? AHHH WE’VE BEEN OVER THIS I LOVE ALL MY BABIES SHUT YOUR FACES

53.) Do you have any weird talents?

I do a gr8 chicken impression but no one really cares too much after the first time- im also an olympic level time-waster fite me

My own question:

54.) Do you have a celebrity crush/crushes? If so, who?

oh no it’s tagging time...

alright here goes (in no particular order)-

@relatabletoaster @yooooooooooooooooooooooo @mikealex01-lovestruck-gay-teen @stankbouquet @ask-will-solace @magicmoon65 @sadmothnb @johnkeepsherlockright @panky-peww @just-a-tad-gay @novocainehowell @ray-of-me @yaslikeyas @powertothelocalcoconut @306-pound-manko @trans-gal-link @amo-not-ammo @n-bi-nary @sunfluwur @whyistheworldlikethis @apeskyhedgehog @blue-cold @genderqueernat @deglacial @soldmysoultocinema @lanileia @bun-squash @pluto-will-rise-again @that-gay-slytherin @toothfairy-killer @peninchatlorah @gay--flowerchild @jirachi-potato @lemonboops @quichekolgate @command3r-3arp @sing-a-song-but-dont-believe @lilstrawberrymoon @1029384756-faced-person @lunaemc @lesbeansqueen

im ending it there (31, i tried so hard) feel free to do it anyway if i forgot you

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