#He is Froasted...

[bagofcoldnoodles]

You can toast him by freezing him exclusively.

[ootori-sibs]

That sinking feeling

Chapter 1

Tw: general hell-ness, aftermath of major character death, a major depressive episode.

@blu2bee-froast because you asked to be tagged (anyone else who does, let me know.)

Pain.

That was all he felt as crimson red filled his vision and cold shot down his body. He felt himself falling back and let out a soft breath as he was forced to relax more than he had ever done before.

As he hit the ground, he found it was a different texture to the one he'd expected. Rolling over to his stomach, he got to his knees as he suddenly became aware of how warm it was in here.

His eyes felt sticky, so he raised his hands to rub them, quickly realising his glasses had fallen off. Glancing to the dusty red ground, he saw them, putting them back on and sighing. He slowly gets to his feet then looks around, realising he's not in the limo anymore.

He probably should've noticed that sooner, but he was rather preoccupied by the pounding in his skull. He can be forgiven for that.

He appeared to be in a bustling city of some kind, but all the people seemed to be horrifying beasts going about their business… that combined with the red ground and the incredibly humid temperature made Kyoya very uneasy. He raised his head to the sky, only to see more dusty red rock, as far as the eye could see.

His heart sank and his headache seemed to flood out of him all at once. He knew he hadn't been a good person but… oh god he was going to throw up.

As he wiped the bile from his face, he was at least glad no one seemed to care. Glancing down at his arm, he realised it… looked different. He turned, rushing to the nearest reflective surface, a store window.

What he saw was not…whatever himself was supposed to be. It was some sort of grotesque bird with large silver horns. It was wearing his clothes, it was using his glasses, it was…

That sobbing was familiar.

Looking closer at the beast, it definitely wasn't crying. Which meant it was someone else…

Two orange eel-looking creatures, clinging to each other and desperately sobbing. It burnt his ears, that sound was so familiar, so…painful.

Then more arrived.

A small, plush rabbit man, with hair that looked like whipped cream, appeared, panicked and gasping for air. Watching them…they all looked so familiar.

Then a tall beast appeared, a hulking creature with long arms and deep blue skin. If he had to guess, he'd suppose the beast kind of resembled a boar- what with its tusks and the stripe of fur down its back. It wrapped its arms around the rabbit, quietly holding it.

“This lot are really clingy…” he mumbled, then paused, glad his voice hadn't changed.

More sobbing was heard, as a young woman with tanuki-like patterning. In fact she was incredibly fluffy all over, although her fur was wet from her tears. She seems more aware than the other beasts, and goes over to them, speaking quietly. The beasts all seems to calm down, a bit, clinging to each other as a group now, it…felt like a familiar sight.

Then another beast appeared, this one had paper white skin, and a golden white lion's mane, from which, roses of all sorts of colours grew- he could count seven colours in total. This beast looked exhausted, more than upset, and glanced to the others, visibly counting them, before meeting his eyes.

“Kyoya..?”

*Oh*. Recognition sparked in his mind as Kyoya realised why these particular beasts were so familiar, why his head ached so much and why he was…here.

He'd failed. He'd completely failed. Tears burnt Kyoya's eyes as he saw all those beast…all his *friends* raise their heads to look at him. He went ice cold and he felt his knees buckle under him.

As his head hit the floor for the second time that day, he could hear their footsteps hurrying forward towards him. It barely registered in his mind, as he slowly curled up into the foetal position, sinking deeper into the depths of despair.

They were dead.

He had failed.

He'd tried to save them.

He'd failed.

It hadn't taken Haruhi too long to figure out they were in hell, and she adjusted to her new form pretty fast too. What she couldn't adjust to, however, was the near catatonic state that their appearance in hell had sent Kyoya into.

The club's first priority in this new situation seemed to be making sure that Kyoya was okay. That made sense to Haruhi, this was a new and terrifying place, and they had no shelter. It did occur to her, that now they were in hell, the hosts were poor, homeless in fact. She'd often wondered how they'd deal with it, but seeing them now, like this…it hurt.

These were her boys, her beloved friends. Seeing them suffering hurt her, she wished she could take care of them, but she had just as much power as they did right now. She couldn't do anything.

“I don't suppose there's any homeless shelters in hell, do you?”

“What's a homeless shelter?”

Haruhi paused, surprised, “you don't know what a homeless shelter is? Really?”

The twins both shrugged, it made sense that they wouldn't know, why would they. Haruhi sighed, bringing a hand up to her face, she had to pause to adjust to the fine fur all over her face for a moment, still getting used to it.

“Ugh, well a homeless shelter would be exactly what we need right now. A place to go if you don't have a home.”

“But we have a-” Hikaru started, then froze, as he realised, seemingly for the first time, that they couldn't exactly go home.

As if finishing a thought Hikaru hadn't even said aloud, Kaoru sighed, “I wonder how our families will react when they find out…”

Everyone froze for a moment, as Haruhi was sure that the same cold chill ran down all their spines. Haruhi herself couldn't help but think that this would probably break her dad. He'd be all alone now… at least it would be easier for him budget wise. She just hoped that her dad would be able to move past the grief. The guilt threatened to consume her entirely, and she tried to shake the feeling, instead focusing on current priorities.

“Alright, what we need is money, money and shelter.” She paused, wishing Kyoya was a bit more capable right now, she was fairly sure he'd be pretty damn useful right about now. She wasn't going to blame him right now, he'd clearly known what was about to happen before it had. Haruhi sighed, glancing around the street they were currently in. “Alright, I'm going to see if I can get some information. Are any of you any good at stealing?”

Tamaki gasped, clearly horrified, but the twins cut in before he could start on a tirade. “We can, what'd you need?” They spoke in unison, glancing at each other, then at her.

Haruhi smiled, “cool. I think some food would definitely keep spirits up but that's not our top priority. Our current top priorities are: blankets, underwear, any hygiene products really… hm, what else…” she thought for a moment before snapping her fingers, “coffee, we need coffee.”

“Why'd we need coffee?” Honey asked, tilting his head.

“For Kyoya,” Tamaki answered for her, “it might help.”

She nodded, “exactly, we want him up and active as soon as possible.” Looking at the shivering lump of feathers in Mori’s arms, Haruhi sighed. She hoped Kyoya would be alright soon enough.

The twins ran off to get what they needed, and Honey hopped up. “Anything I can help with, Haru-chan?”

Haruhi thought for a moment, she had an idea, but she didn't want to word it. It seemed too cruel but…they were in hell and well, when in Rome…

“I need you to be a bully. Shake people down for money. Make sure they're weaker than you, you don't wanna get hurt. Can you manage that, Senpai?”

Honey looked alarmed by those orders, but nodded, scampering off to be a terror. Haruhi felt bad, and that feeling certainly didn't get any better when she felt Tamaki's eyes on her. “It's a necessary evil, Senpai, don't judge me.”

To her surprise, Tamaki just nodded. “It's for Kyoya, I understand. Someone had to be evil in his stead.” Haruhi thought that was a funny way of looking at it, and watched Tamaki lean over and run his hands through Kyoya's feathers gently. “I can't believe he…”

“Yeah,” Haruhi responded, “me too. Although… it's nice to know he was willing to do that, isn't it?” Tamaki just nodded, and Haruhi smiled, feeling tears well up in her eyes again. “Senpai? Can I ask you to do something?”

“Of course!” Tamaki turned his entire body to face her, clearly willing to do anything to make sure his friends were okay. “Anything at all.”

She nodded, “right, well I'm going to try and gather some information. You try and see if you can get us any accommodation?”

Tamaki nodded, “I think I can give it a good shot? I don't know how these people behave yet though…” he shrugs, brushing himself down and fluffing up his new mane- he was already attached to it.

The street he was on seemed to be a commercial one, with a few stores scattered about. Tamaki paused alongside a group to watch some adverts on the TVs in one store window. He was a little surprised how modern the ads made hell seem; with phones, microwaves and even automated security systems. Tamaki figured he should've expected it, of course hell would keep up with humanity technology wise. Most inventors probably ended up town here- the rich ones at least.

He leaned over to the demon next to him, offering a smile. “Tell me, where can a gentleman find himself somewhere to stay around here?”

The demon, a small, cat-like creature, looked up at him with an expression of pure scorn. “What? Fuck off bitch boy!”

Tamaki took a step back, not having expected the locals to be so harsh, although, in hindsight, he probably should've guessed they would. It was hell after all.

He hadn't fully processed the fact he was in hell yet, he was trying to ignore it. It was definitely a huge blow to his pride, and his already fragile catholicism was threatening to crumble to dust at the implications. It was all he could do to force it down and focus on getting everyone safe and happy again. They'd died, he was still grappling with that. It made him think about his life, and he was obsessing over details he'd never even noticed before. His life hadn't been…. great, but there were comforts there he knew he had taken for granted. Now he was down here, and he had nothing but his beloved host club, and the guilt of planning that cruise in the first place.

He supposed he deserved it.

Stood there for a little while, Tamaki decided to watch more adverts, hoping one would feature a hotel or even a realty. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, so Tamaki moved on. He found a bar and entered, surprised he wasn't carded at the door. He sighed, shrugging and going to sit at the bar.

One of the bartenders, a strange reptile woman, was cleaning the glasses, so Tamaki decided to speak up. “So, miss, do you happen to know where one can find accommodation?”

She stared at him for a few moments before chuckling. “Ssssomeone’ss new around here~ Either go get a job, or find a demon sssstupid enough to give you a free room.”

Tamaki sighs, and tries to be more confident. “I understand that, madam, but where can I buy he home?”

“Jusssst go into any apartment building and assssk, it's not that hard.”

“Thank you,” Tamaki bowed his head to her, then stood, feeling a shocking sense of disgust at having to show respect to a demon. He had to stand outside and take a deep breath to remind himself that he was a demon now himself, and that any sense of superiority was unfounded.

He continued to walk around, not even bothering with the more expensive looking apartment buildings. Tamaki was slowly beginning to come to terms with the fact that this would be his rest of eternity, and it hurt, badly.

He decided to cut down an alleyway, getting out of the crowded street for just a moment. He leant against a wall, just trying to keep himself calm

“Excuse me?” A tiny voice came from beside him, and Tamaki looked down to see what appeared to be a small child.

It was some sort of young girl, she looked a lot like a dove, with delicate white feathers and a plain blue dress. The only thing was her…wings? Arms? Whatever they were, they were fully skeletal, seemingly dripping black ooze. Tamaki was a little off put by that, but gave the girl his best smile nonetheless.

“Well hello there, princess. What can I do for you today?” He crouched down to be eye level, and saw a spark of surprise in the girls eyes.

“The roses,” she began, with a soft but tired tone, “on your mane. How much to buy the blue one?”

Tamaki was surprised. He hadn't thought much about the roses in his mane, let alone thought about selling them. He paused for a moment, unaware what they were worth, or even what the currency in hell was. “Well what do you have?” Was all he could respond, hoping she knew more than him.

The girl looked surprised, and pondered for a moment. She then spoke, voice clearly unsure, “well I've got about five bronze… two buttons…a lollipop or uh…my soul?” The girl shrugged, like she had no idea what to offer either.

“Your soul?” Tamaki echoed, in shock. He hadn't realised that demons trading souls was an actual thing, and as he thought about it more, it sounded fascinating.

“You want my soul?” The girl asked, had she not picked up on his surprise.

Tamaki figured that if she was offering, it must be pretty harmless, so he nodded, curious to see what happened. She held her hand out to him, and he reached for it.

As he shook her hand and sealed the deal, he could see light emanating from his mane- probably from the roses. As well as that, a flurry of multicoloured rose petals blew through the alleyway as he watched a golden thread winding it's way down his arm and onto hers, snaking it's way around her neck before everything vanished.

He stared at her for a few seconds, processing what had just happened. She held her hand out expectantly and Tamaki had to shake the shock out of his head, reaching down to pluck the rose.

Thankfully, it didn't hurt, and he handed it to her with a smile. She thanked him, running off and leaving him to process the way he now felt.

He felt far less shaken, far less tired, far less…upset. He felt…good. He felt powerful.

Tamaki wondered if gaining someone's soul always felt like that, then he wondered if it had actually made him more powerful. He'd seen his roses glow, he had to be able to do more than that, right?

He kept walking, wondering what else he was capable of. He passed a music store, and paused for a moment, staring at the beautiful piano inside. That would definitely keep everyone's spirits up, he remembered the first time he played piano for Kyoya, and he wondered if Kyoya was doing alright… he hoped so.

As he remembered the song, he realised he could hear it, and glanced up at the piano only to realise that the piano was playing the song all by itself. Tamaki paused for a moment, wondering if he had done that. He snapped his fingers and the music stopped. He paused, staring down at his hand in awe. He'd done that.

He had abilities he hadn't expected.

Tamaki decided that if he had powers, he would use it to his advantage.

He located the nearest apartment building, a beautiful reddish pink tower. Walking in, he snapped his fingers, and although there was no instruments, music began to play. He grinned, glancing at a chess set in the corner. Scanning the room, he figured that the boar man in a nice suit that was now staring at him in disgust was the owner.

Pointing at the man, he spoke in a loud, room-commanding sort of tone. “You there, do you play chess good sir?”

The man didn't respond, but just grunted and nodded. Tamaki grinned anyway, sauntering over to him. He was incredibly nervous and not sure this would work, but the key was confidence. The key was always confidence. “Well then! How about I challenge you to a game? If I win, I get your soul, and me and my friends get free accommodation. How about it?”

Huge bellowing laughter filled the room as the man laughed in Tamaki's face. Tamaki didn't flinch, he had to stay in character. “Oh really?” The man definitely seemed amused, “you're a brave one, but sure, let's play. If I win, I get your soul and you get the fuck out of my building.”

“You've got a deal, my friend!” Tamaki beamed, holding out his hand and silently begging it not to shake. The man shook his head, it surrounded with flame as he shook Tamaki's hand, and Tamaki mused on how demons seemed to have their own little effects. It was almost novel to him, if not for the dire situation.

Tamaki would never usually gamble, but they were desperate, and he was relatively confident at chess. He'd beaten both Kyoya and Fiyumi had chess multiple times, that had to be some sort of impressive.

As they sat down to play, Tamaki switched the music to something more tense. He had white, so he knew what sort of defences to use. He tried a more advanced one, correctly guessing that the other man would expect something more novice.

It was a very close game, and Tamaki couldn't fight one or two beads of sweat running down his brow. In the end, however, Tamaki emerged victorious and almost instantly, he felt the boost of power fill him as he watched the rage and embarrassment in the other man's eyes. Cracking his knuckles and stretching, Tamaki gave the man a surprisingly cocky grin- even to himself. “So, about that accommodation?”

[steeklover]

tweek + cartman dynamic pt.5 // okey so eric actually helps with the critiques, like he tells him when the froasting of a cupcake is too sugary? or when the cake was overbaked or something. and tweek actually apreciates the straight fordwardness, like he cant even begin to overthink everything because eric is THAT direct, eventually they start to do more outside their tweek/bakes + eric/sits and waits just rambling; like omg tweek u know how to play piano? wait we are finishing soon, in pt.5

Everything has to be perfect for Cartman lol! I think it’s be perfect for Tweek to have that sort of partner I guess in his life. I can totally see people treating Tweek like a fragile baby which frustrates him so it’s probably be a breath of fresh air yet maybe also nerve wracking for someone to be so direct with him. Plus he wants to do his best for his parents’ shop and his friend (I can kind of see Tweek being a perfectionist). Again it may send his anxiety through the roof at first but overtime he’ll get used to it and it’ll actually help him in the future.

[mistydragonflyart]

TWELVE DAYS OF PATTON DAY 5

On the fifth day of Christmas We gave our loving dad Five ivory combs

So you know when Patton was like “I hope he knows how much we love him” about Virgil in the Sanders Sides anniversary video? Yeah, I took all of that, all the emotions and angst that came with it, and made this. This might be my favourite one. It brings me so much joy you can’t imagine. I just love them a lot.

Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6

Tag list under the cut:

@blu2bee-froast @morality-the-hufflepuff

[thatsdemko]

Baking cupcakes with Alex Turcotte

“Alex, can you stir this for me?” You asked not turning around to see where he was when all of a sudden you felt his hand touch your butt, you turned around seeing he had flour on his hands, “really?” You hissed seeing the devilish smile on his face, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior, grabbing the bowl he was stirring and mixing it in with what he was stirring, “you can find a pair of my sweatpants and wear them, there’s a laundry basket in the living room with my stuff.” He said knowing you were upset. You both decided to make cupcakes at two in the morning, you were both bored and couldn’t find anything to watch on television when Alex proposed the idea of baking cupcakes.

“These are so big,” you laughed setting your leggings near your keys remembering to take those with you when you would leave later that morning after making your cupcakes.

“They look better on you than they do on me.” He said moving the pan closer to him now pouring the batter into each slot carefully, “can you start taking care of stuff and I will put this in the oven and then I will help.” He said and you nodded your head starting to rinse things off in the sink and you heard Alex set the timer now coming over to help you, “you have flour on your face.” You laughed and he bent down, “kiss it,” he said and you were confused just doing what he said, “ah now you have flour on your lips.” He smirked pressing a kiss to your lips, “smooth move, turcs.”

“Sometimes I think.”

—

The cupcakes were done and you were now both putting frosting on them when Alex got some on his finger and smeared it all over your face, “Alex!” You pulled away from the cupcake you were putting froasting on hearing him laugh, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“What? You look sweet in froasting.”

You hummed rolling your eyes, “unintentional pun?”

“No, I thought of that one while making the cupcakes with you.”

[askfem-sanders-sides]

Honey roll cake

Warnings: None just so-much-fluff.

Ages 3 and 9

Charlie couldn’t fully walk or fly yet, but Selena, 9 at this time, still held him while she walked or flew. He needed to get used to it and their parents certainly weren’t gonna help.

So that’s what she’d done-and how she’s set him on the counter.

“Charlie, stop-“ Gently Selena slapped his hand away from the honey jar and took it down from the counter being too short to properly reach.

She carried it with both arms and even if it took all her strength sh lugged it to the kitchen island, where the rest of her ingredients were.

As frail as her wings were at this point she could still fly shorter distances so lifting herald fonto the kitchen stool wasn’t much of an issue.

So with left over flower stamped to her face and everywhere on the floor as well as honey and several burns on her little fingers.

She inched the cake out of the oven, trying not to gain more burns then she already had.

“Yes!” She celebrated even if she still had ample bandages on her hands.

Her little tongue stuck out of her mouth in concentration as she carefully put the baking pan on the island. “Char- oh.”

Said baby was fast asleep on the counter, pretty much his whole body covered in spare flour. Selena gathered him up into her arms- luckily Charlie was a heavy sleeper when he did eventually sleep.

Charlie’s blank eyes opened slowly-squinting at the light pouring into his play pen/bed. He took his little head out of his tiny arms.

There’s a plate and a golden brown, circular piece of cake in front of him. Glittering in the light.

Ages 8 and 14

“Hey lil’bug I promise they’re just being mean, you’re not a freak.” Selena swiped her thumbs across Charlie’s cheeks, whiping the tears off.

“Bu-but-“ “No buts. You’re not a freak.”

“I’m not a cloth eater?” Selena shook her head

“Or an flower eater?” She repeated the action

“Wanna know what proves you’re not a flower or cloth eater?”

He looked up at her with teary eyes and sniffles a shaking “w-what?”

“I made one today” Selena said in a sing-song voice

“Can I-“ “Yes you can have a piece.”

Selena took his hand gently and lead him into the kitchen, picked him up and set him down on the island.

She pulled open the freezer and pulled out a plate with small roll of what he had learned was a honey roll cake on it.

Charlie smiles through his sniffling, “w-what’s in this one?”

“Buttercream froasting and strawberry’s this time.” She took a knife and two more small plates then sliced the roll up into 10 peices each-5 each.

The younger boy took one slice and shoved it into his mouth. “You’re sweets are the best.”

“Thank you, now here-your face will stain” Charlie took the tissue from his chuckling sister whiping his eyes and blowing his nose.

Ages 10 and 16

“Are you sure you’re okay sis?” Selena nodded once more even though her head was pounding at the moment. Yes she was lying but only for her little brothers sanity.

“Okay...but get some sleep okay? You look sick.” With a small nod as confirmation Charlie got up and left their room.

The apartment they had was tiny-made for one person alone. They had two mattresses crammed into one bedroom with a bathroom across the hallway and the outer room as the kitchen and living room.

The kitchen area was tiny too, but of course they still always kept one thing in the house. Honey.

It took about three tries, a ruined pan, honey, flour and sugar all over the kitchen and his clothes and without his knowledge in his hair but Charlie did it and he regretted nothing.

Well.....almost nothing.

But still. He set everything up then went to get everything cleaned up kitchen-which was a whole mess.

Selena’s eyes fluttered open-she was still wearing her work clothes and even her shoes. She didn’t dare get up yet-wanting to drift like a feather in the wind-right back to dreamland.

Where this wasn’t real. Where she’s not living in a tiny apartment having to raise her brother alone, Where she doesn’t have to try and find work at 16 because their parents didnt give enough shits not to disown them.

Her dull eyes re-opened facing her own reality. Like she’d promised herself. She turned over in bed and felt her nose almost burn

On her night stand sat two glasses of water, a bottle of pills, a note, and five slices of Honey Roll cake on a plate. There was even honey and powdered sugar on top.

Ages 15 and 21

Selena closed the door behind her. She sighed pulling her shoes off. Lots had changed over 5 years huh?

The apartment had changed-bigger now, they’ve been here for a while-couple years.

Selena’s job had changed- she made more money with a legally adult ID. Which was expected honestly. She hadn’t expected that money to come from working in a bakery though.

Charlie has changed- a lot. Almost too much for Selena to really keep track of. He was at UA highschool in the support course and honestly Selena couldn’t be prouder.

But she also couldn’t be more tired at the moment. Due to the UA dormitory system Charlie didn’t really live with her anymore. It was even a little lonely.

Selena sighed, carefully shifting her wings out of her jacket. Stretching she pulled the her pony tail out and walked into their-her kitchen.

She went for one of the frozen meals from the convient store down the street- I’d you bake all day and then cook for yourself at home- but as she opens the freezer she froze.

In their sat a golden brown roll of cake, covered in cling wrap.

She took it-and one of the frozen dinners- out and placed it on the counter. When she turned to her sliverwear out of a nearby drawer, she was met with a bottle of honey. With a note taped to the face of....some animal they bottle was shaped like.

“I know life’s been rough for you lately and I’m sorry for not being around as much, just call me if you need okay? Hope you enjoy the cake and remember: I love you- Charlie

“P.s Theres Star berry’s and marshmello fondant in the fridge- Charlie”

Finally-finally Selena melted into a smile, even laughing as tears pricked at her black eyes she laughed. Her little brother really was her heart and it felt full to bursting right now.

Selena. Regrets. Nothing.

She ate the frozen meal frist and then the cake like a normal human-which seeing as shes half moth shes not but whatever.

The one consistent thing in Selna’s rollercoaster of a life have just been Charlie and Honey Roll Cake.

// @the-lavender-creator Get some light in your soul-

And since this is an okay intro to these two @zappy-ghosty-girl

Also sorry for the Kinda crappy ending idk what I’m doing.

[btsreactionsandtexts]

💀💀💀 everytime dayna mention joonie she always got a new way to describe his head shape he can't help that he look like a froasted flake

Listen, he's been dying his hair different colors looking like the variety flavor pack of Dum Dum lollipops - Admin Dayna

[gamequeenanya]

@blu2bee-froast​ and I did an angsty Roman x Nico rp! Basically, Roman loves Nico, but he can’t have him because he’s Thomas’ boyfriend, and that would be cheating. But he can’t stop loving Nico, being Thomas’ romantic side, because that would mean Thomas falling out of love with Nico too. It was heavy. 

Anyone else going to think of one shot ideas for Nico x sides or do I have to do everything myself 🙄

[grumpytheseaelf]

❤❤Closed rp❤❤Happy birthday Darlin. ❤❤

@mikhailvalhidris

Cirdan smiled as the whisk whirled around the inside of the metal bowl. He slowly added more chunks of butter watching the frosting whip into a shiney fluff. He added a few drops of food coloring before turning around to the cake that stood waiting to be frosted. Tonight was his boyfriends birthday and his darlin deserved a cake. Ofcourse Mik always deserved cake...

He'd stacked the cake, layering a chocolate mousse between the layers before slathering the whipped froasting on the cake. He checked the clock seeing that Mok was going to be home soon. He set the cake aside and double checked that everything was ready. Before waiting patiently for his lovely to get home.

[myfirstsearchengine]

tagged by @enigmatic-wankery

I rarely do these as I always forget to do them when I get home, but I got the afternoon off today!

Rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy!

1: Are you named after someone? Yeah! My dad. He’s Raul, and so am I. My sister is named after my mom. My parents are very into themselves.

2: When was the last time you cried? A very close friend of mine recently reunited with his sister, after not seeing her for a year. We went to pick her up at the airport, and it was such an emotional moment that it made me tear up.

3: Do you like your handwriting? Not at all. 

4: What is your favourite lunch meat? Turkey! (Is that a lunch meat?)

5: Do you have kids? Nope! 

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Definitely. I am really fun.

7: Do you use sarcasm? Not as much as I used to!

8: Do you still have your tonsils? Yup. 

9: Would you bungee jump? I say yes, but I don’t know if I’d actually do it.

10: What is your favourite kind of cereal? Zucaritas! (That’s what we call Froasted Flakes in Latinamerica)

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope! Or when I put them on!

12: Do you think you’re a strong person? Not as much as I’d like to be.

13: What is your favourite ice cream? Vainilla!

14: What is the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes.

15: What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? So, something I like about me, but not as much as the other stuff I like about me? That’s an odd one. My cheeks I think.

16: What colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? Dark blue/almost black jeans, brown shoes!

17: What are you listening to right now? The Moana soundtrack! I haven’t even seen the movie!

18: If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Purple.

19: Favourite smell? Last guy I dated’s shampoo. Boy did his hair smell good. I probably should have asked him what it was.

20: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My sister!

21: Favorite sport to watch? Tennis. Big Federer fan!

22: Hair color? Very dark brown, almost black.

23: Eye color? Black

24: Do you wear contacts? Rarely. I should wear them more often though.

25: Favourite food to eat? A really good stake.

26: Scary movies or comedy? Comedy, def.

27: Last movie you watched? La La Land.

28: What color of shirt are you wearing? Blue shirt with white stripes.

29: Summer or winter? Winter! It’s summer here, and I am dying from the heat.

30: Hugs or kisses? Kisses. 

31: What book are you currently reading? I was reading Patsy Walker recently. Really like that book.

32: Who do you miss right now? My grandma. She lives in Belgium so I only see her once a year. 

33: What is on your mouse pad? I am on a laptop!

34: What is the last TV program you watched? Switched at Birth.

35: What is the best sound? His accent. 

36: Rolling stones or The Beatles? The Beatles I think.

37: What is the furthest you have ever travelled? Ok, I had to google the distances to be sure. I thought it would be Prague, but it’s actually Mykonos in Greece! 

38: Do you have a special talent? I can ride a unicycle, does that count.

39: Where were you born? Lima, Peru.

I don’t really know who to tag <3.