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knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.
â BASICS.
⧠NAME: char ! ( charlie or hope is also accepted ⥠) ⧠PRONOUNS: they / them ( femme terms are also fine ! i will answer to any pronouns frfr. he makes me giggle. ) ⧠ SEXUALITY: queer ( lesbian mostly. i like mlm bois but i am afab & femme so even if im non-binary ... doesn't usually swing my way ya know. ansdfkasf ) ⧠ TAKEN OR SINGLE: single ( & looking. đ anfdjksf )
â THREE FACTS.
⧠i am disabled bc my equally disabled mom had me at 40 years old ~ government recognized level of disability , too. took 3 years to prove it enough to get supplemental security income, though. i was mostly fine until i was like 16 & it has only gone downhill since then. ( dysautonomia / pots , h-eds , cci , ibs , fibromyalgia , pcos , vaginismus , ++ good ole autism & bpd combo. tldr ; my body should not function yet here i am. ) all of my disabilities are genetic , as my mom has the same list. ( yes , i have mommy issues. anyway. ) ⧠i have a very southern accent & fall into the category of y'allternative. ⧠i cannot say no. i was cursed by a faerie when i was a baby. ( im in therapy for it NASJDFKNA ) nah but frfr i am a people pleaser.
â EXPERIENCE.
⧠ HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 18 years ! ( PUT ME OUT TO PASTURE. ) ⧠ PLATFORMS YOUâVE USED: myspace , twitter , tumblr , discord , kik , roleplayer.me ⧠ BEST EXPERIENCE: i met one of my very best friends through tumblr rp !
â MUSE PREFERENCES.
⧠ FEMALE OR MALE: i've always thought i had a preference for female muses , but i truly write my guys the most i think. â§Â FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: smut happens a lot for me. angst is always good. fluff is fine , but it usually leads to smut so this is a circle. ⧠ PLOTS OR MEMES: memes ! i like spur of the moment. you ask me for a plot and i will lock the fuck up. ⧠ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: medium tbh ? like i rarely give short replies but i'm not out here writing 8 paragraphs usually. ⧠ BEST TIME TO WRITE: night time for sure. i get way more done. ⧠ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i write 150+ muses. i definitely gravitate more towards characters i can understand & empathize with, for sure. if i can't grasp their motivations or thoughts, it's hard to write them. as for who i relate to most, i'd say ... penelope ? lola from reign ? đđśđ¸đ˝đđ đˇđđđđ ?
TAGGED BY: nobody <3 TAGGING: idk whoever is up.
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Princess - Just Us Chapter 72
Warnings: Little Bit of Hurt and Angst
Word Count: 3351
Series List | Chapter 71 | Chapter 73
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(Wanda PoV)
Nat left about 30 minutes ago meaning that it's been nearly 3 hours since I've heard from Y/n, not that I need to hear from her every second of every day. But now I know what day it is, I'm more worried than I was before. I need to stay here though in case she comes back, and her finds my friends is turned off so I don't even know where I would start looking if I did leave to find her.
I'm sitting on one of the stools at the island nursing a cup of tea, my leg bouncing uncontrollably as my eyes are locked onto the dark screen of my phone. Just waiting for a notification, anything that tells me she is at least alive. I'm allowed to worry.
I know I just went over with Nat that I would give her time and space, especially since I hurt her in the worst possible way the day before their anniversary. I don't even know where to start on apologising. No apology will fix that which I just broke more, I have to get her to believe I didn't mean it. I don't need the forgiveness this is about her needing to hear that I was wrong. That she does know what it's like to be a mother.Â
It doesn't matter if your child lives forever, dies at 2 months, if they don't even make it to birth. It doesn't matter if the child is from a previous relationship, or adopted, or even if you have raised the child of a family member. If you love, care for and show every day how proud you are and how loved they are by you. Well then you are a good mother. You become a mother the moment the stick says positive, and I all but stripped that title away from Y/n.Â
I don't know how to fix it. I don't know if I can. But I do know, if she allows me too, I will show her everyday how much she means to me and how much of a good mother she is. She is a mother to Evie. She is a mother figure to both the boys. She needs to know that, then she can ask me anything she needs to and I will try my best to answer them.
No, I won't try. I will answer them all.
I just need to be upfront with her about why I'm so closed off, she needs to know that it's going to take time but she can slowly start chipping away at my walls. She needs to know that she is loved.Â
I'm brought out of my inner monologue by my phone screen lighting up with her contact name. It's not a message though. She is calling me. I answer it as soon as I see her name pop up, but refrain myself from sounding excited that she is willing to talk to me.
Me: Hello
My voice is hesitant as the other end of the line crackles and pops with the sound of static, I'm not sure how she would have reacted if I called her baby so I refrained from using a pet name. The line continues to crackle and pop; I start to worry once again.
Me: Y/n are you there?
I hear a sharp breath from the end of the line.
Y/n: I'm here princess.
My heart soares as I hear her call me that name but don't let it take over my worry.
Me: Hi baby.
I hear her sigh, maybe the wind whistling in the background. So she is outside. I hear her sniffle and a small sob echoes down the line.
Me: What can I do baby? What do you need?
Y/n: You
She chokes out and my heart breaks at how emotional she sounds.
Me: I'm here baby. What do you need me to do?Â
Y/n: Can you come and pick me up? I can't leave by myself.
Me: Where are you?
Y/n: The Marble Cemetery.
I press my lips together to hold back my own sob, trying to keep my composure for her.
Me: I'm on my way.
Y/n: Can you stay?
Me: On the phone?
Y/n: Please.
Me: Of course I will. I'm on my way now. Do you need anything else before I leave?
Y/n: No. I just need you.
Me: Okay, I'm on my way.Â
Y/n: mhmm.
Me: Baby
Y/n: Yeah?
Me: I love you
Y/n: I love you too Princess.
Me: Right I'm just getting in the uber.Â
Y/n: Can you talk to me? It's too quiet here, I don't like it when it's quiet.
Me: What do you want to talk about?Â
Y/n: mmm, what have you got going on at work?
Me: Well me and Nat have a big meeting on Wednesday with some investors from Ukraine. They want to invest in certain aspects of the company, but in return want something like a welcome package. So we put a few ideas together last week, and are going to put them forward at the meeting.
Y/n: Am I allowed to know what is going to be in the welcome package?
Me: You can know that it's some medical stuff.
Y/n: That's all I get to know isn't it?
I smile when I hear a small giggle from her end and I let out a small laugh as I nod against the phone.
Me: It is. It's super confidential I'm afraid. What about you? What's going on at work for you?
Y/n: I, uh. I'm taking the rest of the week off. I think I need it. I just need a break from it all.Â
My mouth goes dry at her words. Does she mean us too? No stop Wanda, this isn't about me it's about her. And what she needs.
Me: We all deserve a break at some point. You, more than most people.
Y/n: Why because I'm so broken?Â
She scoffs and I close my eyes for a second stopping the tears from spilling, not that she can see them if they do.
Me: No not because of that. But you do need to escape for a while, just to help you organise yourself. Not put yourself back together as such, but just allow yourself to feel everything you've been harbouring.
Y/n: I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap, today is just a really tough day.
Me: It's okay baby, no need to apologise. I can't imagine how hard today is for you.
Y/n: You know what today is?
Me: I do, Nat told me.
Y/n: Wait Natasha knows?
Me: I will explain later, but yeah she does.
Y/n: Okay. You're not mad?
Me: Mad? Baby why would I be mad.
Y/n: For not telling you what day it was, or even where I was going.
Me: I'm far from mad Y/n. It's just good to hear your voice. I know it hasn't been long since you messaged me but I was a little worried just for your safety more than anything.
Y/n: Well I'm safe.Â
Me: But you're not okay.
My voice is unassuming and attentive. It wasn't a question but a fact and by the sounds of Y/n's sigh on the end of the line I'm correct.
Y/n: No.Â
Me: Anything I can do?
Y/n: Not while over the phone.
Me: Okay, I'm 5 minutes away okay.
Y/n: mkay.
Me: Hey baby.
Y/n: Yeah?
Me: Do you want me to come into the cemetery or do you want me to stand by the gates?Â
Y/n: oh, uhm. You can come in if you want.
Me: This isn't about what I want Y/n, it's about what you need. Now, do you need me to come in? Or do you need me to wait outside?
Y/n: I want to want you here, but just not today. Let me know when you're at the gates and I will come and meet you.
Me: Okay baby. I'm literally two minutes away. I will let you know when I'm at the gates but please don't rush what you need to do, I can wait outside as long as you need.
Y/n: It's okay, I've done and said everything I needed to today. I just couldn't get myself to leave, I wasn't strong enough.
Her voice cracks, filled with so many emotions and I know she is trying to keep it all in.
Me: It's okay to let go sometimes Y/n. You don't always have to be so strong, you have people around you that will hold you up while you fall.
Y/n: I can't, not in front of Evie.
Me: Y/n your daughter. Can I use her name?
I don't want to have to keep referring to her as daughter or child but I don't know how Y/n will react at this moment if her daughter's name leaves my lips. I hear a faint hum before she speaks.
Y/n: Yeah.
Me: Y/n. I can't speak for her. I know that, but from my own experience with the boys. And I know it's not the same. That being said, your children know when something is up, even if you hide it as best as you can. They always know, they just can be afraid to question it because they are afraid you're mad at them.
Y/n: So you're saying she thinks I'm mad at her?
Me: No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying there is no point in hiding from her because she already knows that there is something bothering you. It's like when you talk to me or if you talked to Sarah about your feelings. You're allowed to break down in front of Evie Y/n, she won't love you any less for doing so.
She doesn't say anything, she doesn't need to because I hear her sobbing down the line. She keeps saying sorry and I know she is talking to Evie, it breaks my heart to hear her like this.Â
I'm angry at myself for not picking up on some of the things Nat mentioned, how could I not see this? Looking back at all our interactions, I wonder how many times I've brushed off a change in her demeanour or tone, ignoring the change. Pretending it wasn't there. Or maybe I didn't notice the change, which makes it even worse. I should have been able to see these small changes in Y/n, and because I didn't she is now crying on the other end of the phone while sitting alone in the cemetery.
Me: Baby I'm just getting out of the car. I'm right outside the gate when you need me.
Y/n: Thank you for coming
Me: I will always come when you need me to. Always.
Y/n: I love youâŚ.
Me: But we have a lot to talk about.
Y/n: Yeah. I want you to know I want us to work, I don't want us to end. Is that something you want?
Me: I want the same thing as you Y/n but we have a lot to work on to get to a place where we are good.
Y/n: we got lost in the haze didn't we.
Me: We did, but we can get through this.
Y/n: I know we can. I don't want to do this over the phone, I'm on my way to you.
Me: Only if that's what you need right now.
Y/n: It's what I need. I can't stay here, anyway I'm freezing my ass off.
We both huff out a laugh, and hearing it brings me a small amount of hope and joy.
Me: Do you want me to stay on the phone till you get here?
Y/n: Please. Is it okay if I say bye to them while your still hereÂ
Me: It's more than okay baby, it's me who is intruding on the moment.Â
Y/n: It feels good having you here, you know. Even if it's just your voice. It's calming the storm that I've been battling all day.Â
Me: I will do whatever I can to help keep that storm at bay until we can find a way to rid you of it.
Y/n: Thank you.
I don't say anything as I hear rustling around on her end, and I can only assume she has moved to sit or kneel in front of her loved ones graves. I don't say anything, not wanting to ruin any sort of moment like this ever. I can hear the pain in her voice once she starts speaking.
Y/n: I love you, sweet dreams my beautiful angel. And my beautiful colubris I miss and love you so much. Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori.
I hear the tone in her voice change, it's less pained. It almost sounds happy, she seems to forget we are still on the phone, and her next words make my heart soar out of my chest with all the love in the world. Â
Y/n: I want you to meet Wanda one day. God you would have loved her. I know that because I love her, and you always loved what I loved, well apart from going to the gym. Now that you hated. I hope one day she will be up for meeting you, or that I will be ready to introduce her to you. She is important to me, just as you are and it's important to me that I introduce you to her. I don't know if it's something that she wants, and I would never force it on her, but I hope that if I bring her then I won't feel guilty anymore. I mean I don't feel guilty for moving on because I am allowed to do that, and I'm so glad it's Wanda I found. I just feel guilty because I love her just as much as I loved you and I never thought I'd feel that much love again.Â
She lets out a small giggle stopping herself from the ramble, that has caused tears to spring to my ears but a small smile is painted on her face. I took everything in. I will hold this close to my heart, but the thing that is making me smile is how she said one day. She still sees a future with me.Â
I've just got to support her through the guilt, and the loss and everything else that comes with loving someone who isn't your wife, children who aren't her daughter. I will be there every step of the way if she needs me to.Â
Y/n: Sleep tight my angel and my colubris.Â
There's a few moments of silence before I hear movement again.Â
Y/n: Thank you for being here with me Princess.Â
Me: Always my sweet girl.Â
Y/n: I like when you call me that.Â
Me: Then I won't ever stop.
Y/n: Good. I'm on my way to the gates now.
Me: Do you want me to stay on the phone till you get here?
Y/n: Please.
Me: Of course, sweet girl.Â
I can hear her footsteps against the ground, her breath a little laboured from being in the cold for so long. My eyes search in front of me, as my ears continue to listen to the phone call in case she needs me at any point. When I finally catch sight of her I chew my lip nervously, my eyes searching her figure and frown when I see her shivering. How long has she been out here? I can see from here that her lips are turning blue.
Y/n: Hey Princess.
Her voice in my ear makes me startle a little, completely forgetting we were on a phone call for a split second and I hear a soft laugh leave her lips.
Y/n: Sorry I didn't mean to scare you.
Me: It's okay, I forgot that we were on the phone to each other for a second.Â
Y/n: Ah, that makes sense. You look very comfy in those clothes but you look cold.
Me: So do you.
Y/n: I've been out here a couple hours, I am fucking frozen.
Me: I would scold you for staying out so long, but I know you needed it and I cannot scold you if there is no fault.Â
She stops a few meters away from me smiling at me with so much love my heart practically jumps out of my chest. I feel myself give her my fuzzy smile and her eyes light up at the sight. She still doesn't move though so I tilt my head in question, and she starts nibbling at her lips before speaking into her phone.
Y/n: Can I hug you?
Me: Please do.
I bounce excitedly on my tiptoes as she takes a few big steps and wraps her arms around my body pulling me closer. I move my arms to wrap around her waist and pull her more against me as I bury my head into her chest. I feel her kiss the top of my head a few times before resting her chin on it. Her big hands rubbing up and down my back as I hold on as tight as I possibly can to the back of her overcoat. Both our phones are still in our hands so I quickly hang up and stuff it in my pocket so I can hold her properly, y/n doing the same.Â
"I shouldn't have left the way I did last night."
"Don't apologise. You needed space and you communicated that, you didn't leave in any other way but for what you needed. And that is more than okay." She pulls away from me slightly, cupping my face with her gloved hands and tilting it so I'm looking at her.
"That's not what I meant, and I treasure the fact that you don't hate me for leaving. But I meant how I left after saying your name. I should have never left you like that, no matter what was happening. I should have said 'I will see you tomorrow princess'. Just because of what happened it does not mean I can treat you the way I did. Now I have a few things to get off my chest, that I need to tell you so that we can work on us."
"And I have some things I need to tell you too."Â
"I love you so much princess. We are going to be okay."
"I love you too, my sweet girl. You don't know how much that means to me to hear you say that."Â
"It's true, because we are going to talk. We are going to make a plan on how to deal with certain things. Then we are going to have dinner with the boys and have a nice quiet night in."
"Are you sure you're ready to do this today?" There must be so much going on in her head right now, and I can't in the right mind let her talk about us if she is not all present in the room.
"If I don't do it today, I don't think I will be able to until I lose control again."
"You lost control last night?" My eyes start to water when I realise just how tough her night would have been.
"I did a little. But I came here this morning and got some closure about a few things which has allowed me the strength to be able to talk with you."
"Okay. But can we please talk inside? I can't feel my toes" She laughs at me, her hot breath against my face bringing some relief to my cold skin.
"Of course. So yours or mine princess?"
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Middle of the Night - OM! Mammon
A/N: OKAY NOT TO BE K-POP ON MAIN BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THIS SONG AND MAMMON SO HERE WE ARE. I didnât want to make it angsty hehe so itâs another fun little fluff-whatever piece <3Â
Rating: PG I guess? Some kissing.
The song is Middle of the Night - Monsta X
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Nobody's ever done me like that
I thought I'dâ
neverâ
ever need you
Nowâ
all I wanna do is seeâ
you
Mammon groaned turned his phone in his hands over and over again. The messaging app was open. He drafted message after message to send to MC only to delete the whole thing every time he typed something out.
You make me wanna run it all back
"Hey human. It's me, the Great Mammon!"
"YO YO YO HUMAN"
"You missin' me yet human?"
But he just can't seem to find the perfect thing to say. What should he say anyways? MC isn't THAT important to him, right? RIGHT?
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Where you wanna go
Who you're taking home
'Cause I can't lose everything I know
I hate sleeping alone
I'm picking up the phone
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But who, I don't wanna know
"How ya holdin' up?"
"We all miss ya here at the house y'know?"
"Not me, of course, ya know how clingy my brothers are. I just worry about them that's all."
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"Hey MC"
'Cause I can never wait for the morning to rise
We're kissing in the car underneath of the night
You've got me
Mammon's face grew hot as his anxieties about MC's feelings towards him dissipated. He knocked furiously on the door while shouting to MC that it's HIM, THE GREAT MAMMON IS HERE.
And I'll be on the way in the middle of night
What if MC has someone else over right now. What if... that's why they didn't reply to me? What if I'm not- they don't want- what if this was a mistake.
Mammon's phone buzzed loudly in his pocket startling his thoughts. Mammon unlocked his phone and check the notification.
"M, you know what? I've been afraid to admit it to myself but I missed you. I wish I could just walk down the hall and see you like old times."
MC bolted to the front door and unlocked everything in record time to pull Mammon inside.
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"MAMMON I HAVE NEIGHBORS. IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT." MC protested as they pulled Mammon inside.
And I'll be on the way in the middle of night
Mammon waited for a reply for all of 3 seconds before snapping his fingers and appearing at MC's front door. Mammon's hand hovered over the doorbell. He couldn't bring himself to ring it.
It's something in the way you've been running my mind
If you want me to stay for the rest of my life
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Mammon's heart was beating so loud he could barely hear himself think. This is it. He was standing in front of them after so long. Everything from MC's frazzled look, their scent, their-
"M, you okay?"
MC's hands cupped Mammon's face and pulled him close to them. Time stopped as MC get closer and closer to Mammon's lips. The heat returned once again but this time they both feel it. They feel it in their faces, their heart, their stomach, and their-
MC's voice brought him back to reality. He took a small step forward to close the distance between them. His hands grabbing MC's own. He pressed gentle kisses all over their hands. His blue and gold eyes seems to bore into MC's very soul.
You've got me
"I haven't been okay until now." Mammon whispered.
And then their lips met.
Mammon's lips was the answer to MC's prayers. Warmth enveloped them both as MC parted their lips and Mammon eagerly deepened the kiss. MC's fingers intertwined themselves in Mammon's white locks, holding him in place for fear of him disappearing from their life again. They cling to each other desperately hoping this moment would never end. When they finally separated, MC was seeing stars from the breath that they didn't know they were hold.
"Breathe, babes, breathe. I'm here," Mammon said in their ear as he held them close. "What do you say we go for a drive? Like old times? I saw a nice '73 Chevelle downstairs." Mammon wiggled his eyebrows.
"MAMMON NO. WE ARE NOT STEALING MY NEIGHBOR'S CAR."
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Soulmate AU part 5!!
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Tim growled as he kept searching. There were no messages sent from Paris in the last five years in the Leagueâs database. There werenât any mention of a Hawkmoth, a Ladybug, or a Chat Noir in any news site. As far as he could tell, the girl had been lying to him almost entirely.
Except that she was Damianâs soulmate. And there was no faking the sheer exhaustion in her eyes when she spoke about Paris being besieged for the last four years.
And his gut was telling him to keep looking.
After an hour, and switching his location so he appeared to be operating out of France, he finally found two leads- one, a juvenile blog that had some questionable information interspersed with straight up tabloid trash, and the other an app, which he eagerly downloaded to his phone, waiting.
Finally the app popped up, showing a little Ladybug icon, and he clicked it. LadyBugOut! Sprung to life on his screen, and he perused the small icons. Small and stylized animals, a ladybug, a black cat, a bee, a turtle, a fox, a snake, a dragon, a peacock, and a butterfly. From what he remembered of his chat with Marinette, one of the heroes was Ladybug, so he clicked it.
It showed him a long line of posts, mostly videos. The girl in them was short, with dark blue-black hair and bright blue eyes, and a glaringly red and black spotted suit and mask.
âSalut, Paris! Back again with an update and a few things to address regarding the recent akuma, Lady Silence.â
He flicked to the next one.
âSalut, Paris, Iâm here with Reine Abeille today,â the camera moves to another hero in yellow and black, blond hair in a high bun as opposed to Ladybugâs pigtails. âYouâve all sent in quite a few questions, and we wanted to take the time to respond today!â
âSalut, Paris! Just a quick update, I know many of you have been wondering about the recent addition to our team, Viperion.â
âSalut, Paris. Iâd like to start this video with a moment of silence and recognition for the 73 lives lost in the recent attack by-â
Tim pauses it. A team of four, possibly more heroes? Perhaps nine to match the icons? A publicly revered and loved hero, to the point where she does question and answers with them. A villain that caused a death toll of seventy three people less than a month ago.
How in the world could they have missed this?
âBy Evilutionist. We ask that if you know one of these victims you reach out to them and offer a hand, a hug, or even just a smile as they go about their days.â
He leant back in his chair, bewildered. Lives lost, but still there to be comforted, and going about their lives?
He got up to go find another cup of coffee. He was starting to understand how long his night was going to be.
Before he started watching through the whole long list of posts, he checked the other tabs. The black cat had a map that was currently inactive, but also logs of past maps detailing a red line, a purple line, and a larger area shaded in grey. They were labeled accordingly, Ladybugâs Path, Akumaâs Path, and Area of Attack/Destruction.
There were hundreds of maps logged.
The Bee contained large organized lists of homes and businesses that had registered as safe shelters during akuma attacks, a compilation of helplines and websites where you could learn more about staying safe during an attack, how to stay prepared and aware, and what necessities to keep stocked in cases of longer term akuma attacks.
The Fox seemed open to the public, where they could present their own posts alongside Ladybugâs about good, happy things.
The Turtle was a series of videos and posts about relaxation, meditation, coping, and self-care that could build the emotional strength to resist akumas.
The Dragon was a series of videos featuring another superhero- he assumed it was the Dragon themed one- and Ladybug, demonstrating self defense techniques and other strategies for avoiding, outrunning, fighting, or otherwise protecting yourself from akumas.
The Snake was, to his surprise, just a series of playlists, seemingly cultivated by each hero.
The Peacock held another map, also inactive, until the app chimed loudly. As he watched, a notification popped up, similar to an Emergency Alert System notification, that said in all capitals, AKUMA ATTACK.
He pressed the X on it, and watched as the Black Cat symbol seemed to glow green. He switched back, and the map was now accessible, a purple dot glowing near the Eiffel Tower. It started moving, and the shaded grey filled in around it, following the dot. He turned back to his computer and started searching frantically for some sort of news coverage. After a minute, he found a Facebook profile and opened it, and someoneâs livestream was rolling.
He looked back at his phone to see that the red Ladybug dot had appeared near the edge of the grey, closing in on the purple dot. The livestream drew him back. It showed an apartment view of the Seine, and the road of broken detritus that trailed behind the akumaâs path.
â-Quel connard ne passe pas une bonne nuit alors, je suppose, mais honnĂŞtement, cela ne devrait pas ĂŞtre mon problème.â The camera flipped to the face of a tired woman. âJâai du travail en quatre heures et je ne me suis endormi que trois heures plus tĂ´t, mais un trou du cul supersonique fait voler en ĂŠclats les fenĂŞtres de gauche et de droite.â The camera flipped again, showing not the view but the clearly broken window. âBaise ça, mec, j'essaye de DORMIR,â
-some asshole isnt having a good night then, i guess, but honestly that shouldnt be my problem. ive got work in four hours and i only fell asleep three hours ago but some supersonic asshole is shattering windows left and right. fuck this, dude, im trying to SLEEP,
The feed went silent as the akuma lunged back into view down by the water. It was a large red woman, with wires that sprouted from her and trailed along like muscles, enhancing what seemed to be the speakers that her body was made of.
He could see her open her mouth and roar, right as a smaller red figure bounded in, dodging the concentrated sound blast and grabbing something from around her neck and snapping it in half.
The woman on the street reverted in a flash of light to a more normal appearance, and Tim watched awestruck as Ladybug tossed her yo-yo into the air and shouted something.
The wave of light that spread outward was dazzling, lighting up Parisâ night sky. In front of the camera, as the light washed over the holder, their window was suddenly whole and unbroken again. The street beneath was clean.
âMerci, Ladybug,â the tired narrator muttered. âBonne nuit.â
The camera shut off.
Tim stared, awestruck.
âShe fixes it all,â he breathed. âThatâs why she was talking about people being alive after they die, they come back to life. She fixes all the damage. It probably destroys most records of the damage as well.â
The app was accessible because of her direct part in making it, he would assume. He saved the video.
Time to get Bruce.
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for the prompts 41. iâll keep you safe and 73. i missed you (the ask with those prompts miraculously disappeared from my inbox! i swear it was real lmao)
On Monday, Eliott comes home.
Lucas is there at the airport, waiting for him. He stands and waits and waits until people from the plane from New York start pouring in through the door. There are screaming kids and messy-haired women and guys in hoodies and sweatpants, all looking rough after such a long flight.
And then thereâs Eliott.
Lucasâs field of vision narrows down to the sight of him the moment he as much as catches a glimpse. Eliott looks exactly the same Lucas remembers him, except maybe seems taller, which â thatâs unfair. Heâs looking around, searching, with a heavy-looking bag hanging from his shoulder and his hair mussed, and when he spots Lucas in the crowd, his face lights up with a smile brighter than any kind of constellation Lucas has ever seen.
Lucas doesnât quite run to him, but itâs a near thing.
Hi, he wants to scream as heâs walking, as Eliottâs pushing past other people, too, hi, you asshole, welcome back to the country, hello, I canât believe youâre here.
And then Eliott is right there, still smiling, and his eyes are so, so bright, and Lucas canât really help the way he throws himself right into his arms, right there and then, amidst all of the noise and the commotion, amidst hundreds of other people. For him, there only matters one.
âHi, Lu,â Eliott mutters right into Lucasâs hair, presses his face close, warm and real, and finally here, finally not hundreds of kilometres away, not only an image on Lucasâs computer screen or a notification on his phone. His embrace is strong and solid, and Lucas lets himself melt into it, imagines Eliott pressing them closer and closer until they merge together and just stay that way.
âHi,â he says, not knowing if itâs happiness tightening his throat or something else, something bigger. âI missed you.â
âMissed you, too,â Eliott says, presses a hand firmer to Lucasâs back. Lucas wonders, briefly, if he can feel just how quickly his heart is beating. Then, Eliott adds, in a slightly quieter voice, âGod, you have no idea.â
Lucas might, actually. If all the restless nights he spent rereading Eliottâs newest texts mean something, or FaceTime calls that are never enough, or staying up late despite the time difference, he actually might have an idea of what Eliott means. Itâs the ache in his chest that never really goes away these days. The ache in his chest that slowly starts to dissipate now.
But he doesnât say any of that. Instead, he lets himself lean a little bit heavier into Eliott for one, two, three more seconds, breathes him in and revels, just a little bit, in how reluctant Eliott seems to be to let him go when he, eventually, tries to moves away.Â
âAlright,â he says, only an inch away from Eliottâs chest because thatâs everything Eliott allows him, and Lucas feels like thatâs too much anyway. âLetâs get you home.â
*
(The last time they were at the airport, Lucas kissed him.Â
Which wasnât a mistake, but was not the right thing to do, either. It was stupid, is what it was. Eliott was going away for a long time, with his two giant suitcases and dreams waiting to be fulfilled somewhere else, and it was idiotic, to try and begin something, whatever this spark in Lucasâs heart was, here in the face of so many things coming to an end. But Lucas was teary-eyed and so, so sad, and his heart was breaking. So he kissed him.
It wasnât, in hindsight, the best of choices, to show your best friend youâre in love with him mere minutes before said best friend gets on a plane and you donât see each other for the next 6 months.)
*
On Tuesday, they catch up.
âSo,â Lucas says as theyâre sitting in the kitchen, Eliott properly at the table and Lucas at the kitchen counter with his legs dangling in the air, although it isnât even, technically, his own house, âhowâs New York?â
Eliott rolls his eyes at him.
âYou ask like you donât know,â he says. He sounds fond. If Lucas were to describe it, thatâs the word he would use. âIn case you forgot already, we call each other every other day.â
Thatâs true. Lucasâs messed up sleep schedule can attest to that, with how late he stays up sometimes, even when he has a test the next day or stares at the clock at 2 in the morning and already knows he wonât wake up in time to get to class but doesnât go to sleep anyway. Eliott does things like that, too, and then texts Lucas stuff like, âthe professor yelled at me for falling asleep in class, but it was worth it for getting to talk to you yesterday,â and Lucas stares at the messages for longer than he should, every time. Sometimes it doesnât work out, but they try â both of them. Itâs nice, knowing Eliott doesnât forget about him, all the way over there at the other end of the world, when theyâre both trying as hard as they are.
But he still says, just because he can, âSo what?â and then, raising his eyebrows at Eliott, hoping it comes off as it feels â like a challenge, âI still donât really know. Iâve never been there. And whose fault is that, I wonder.â
Eliott smiles at that, but itâs a little crooked where it shouldnât be, all of a sudden. Lucas wants to reach and straighten it out, smooth it out like creases on a sheet of paper. âYou know Iâd take you there with me if I could.â
Lucas knows. Theyâd talked about it, time and time again, and Lucas even cried once, hoping Eliott couldnât hear it in his voice as he pressed the phone harder against the side of his face, as if that could make Eliott sound like he was really here.Â
Couldnât you go to film school somewhere closer, heâd told him then, knowing what he was saying was unfair but doing it anyway. Lucas is, you see, selfish like that. Youâre so unfair, you asshole.
And Eliott had said, then, I know, and, always, always knowing what it really was that Lucas meant even when he didnât say it explicitly, I wish you were here, too.
But Lucas canât really leave, and Eliott canât really stay. So hereâs what they have â a week together, and then theyâll be off to lead their separate lifestyles again, far away, Lucas in Paris, Eliott in New York. Thatâs how it is.Â
Lucas thinks he should be used to it by now. And yet.
âI canât afford the tickets anyway,â is what he says in response, hopes itâs good enough to mask the sudden notes of sadness creeping into his voice. âAnd before you say anything, no, Iâm not letting you buy them for me. You can spend your scholarship money in a better way.â
Eliott huffs, but heâs smiling. The last time they argued about this, they stayed up on FaceTime until 3 AM.
âThere isnât a better way to spend it,â Eliott says, but itâs only a weak jab, a reminder of their previous, much more heated argument, and Lucas can see it in his eyes that he brings it up again only to drop it a second later. Lucas swings his legs, kicks at the kitchen cupboards, lets a small smile slip onto his face.
âWhen you become a famous director,â he says, frames it like itâs a compromise of sorts, âthen you can buy me tickets. How about that?â
Eliott hums and then smiles adorably. Lucas could look at his smile for hours on end. âIâll hold you to that.â
*
(Theyâve been toeing the line for so long that Lucas wonders, sometimes, if theyâll ever stop at all.
Or maybe itâll be like this forever â Lucas trying not to read too much into all the things that Eliott is saying, and Eliott saying them anyway. Looking at each other like theyâre more than they really are. Staying up all night talking, but not about what matters the most, not about what seems to always echo in the back of Lucasâs head once he hears Eliottâs voice. Kissing at the airport and then not mentioning it once.)
*
On Wednesday, Eliott drags Lucas out of his house and demands that he show him âwhatâs newâ.
âNothingâs new,â Lucas tells him, trying to sound upset because Eliott woke him up at 7 am and then proceeded to drag him out of bed without even feeling sorry for it, but heâs not really succeeding much. Theyâre on the subway. Itâs too crowded for Lucasâs liking, but he uses that as an excuse to press a bit closer to Eliott, to lean on him and to grip his shoulder every time they halt to a stop. âI donât know what Iâm supposed to show you. You know this city just as well as I do.â
Eliott levels him with a look, but canât hide the sparks of amusement in his voice. âLucas, something had to change since Iâve last been here.â He shrugs. Lucas grips his shoulder tighter. âI just wanna see what.â
So they go. At 8 am, when itâs still a bit chilly here outside, they walk the streets, and Lucas tries to figure it out. They get a coffee at a cafe Eliott used to go to all the time back in high school that has now changed the owner, and Lucas shows him a bookstore they used to pass on their way to the bus station every day that now is not a bookstore anymore but a vegan chain restaurant.Â
Eliott tells him, when he sees it, âIâm devastated.â
Lucas only barks out a laugh.
Itâs good to see Eliott back around familiar corners again. A bit surreal, too, but Lucas doesnât want to think about it too much. Eliott seems to take the city in like itâs his first time here, keeps looking around and smiling at people passing them by as they walk, but at the same time, he justâ fits so well in here. He looks like he belongs because he really does. They see a cat at a curb at one point, and Eliott is immediately enchanted, goes over to pet it, and Lucas canât look away from the picture that it makes.
Heâs missed him so much that it hurts a little, even when Eliottâs already here.
They go to an art gallery, too. That is, Lucas guesses, also a part of the city thatâs changed, although it barely really counts because itâs just how exhibitions work. But then again, Eliottâs eyes light up like the stars when Lucas suggests it, so. The answer to the question is obvious.Â
They pay for the tickets, and then Eliott spends at least 10 minutes in front of every single painting, looking and talking to Lucas in a hushed voice, and Lucas complains weakly about how much time Eliottâs taking but doesnât move a step away.Â
There is a weird feeling in his chest that takes him a while to identify as relief.Â
He was worried, in a strange way, about bringing Eliott here. He was worried about many things. So much has changed, during those 6 months â the city, the weather, the weird void in Lucasâs ribcage whenever he thought of Eliott, going from sharply painful to only unpleasantly familiar â that he was afraid Eliott has changed, too. Became someone else, someone who wouldnât fit in this scene â the art gallery, the fluorescent lights, their casual banter, standing shoulder to shoulder â and Lucas was not there to see. Was not there to catch up with the changes.Â
âWhat do you think this one is called?â Eliott asks, pointing at another art piece, one of many.Â
âItâs âThe Summer',â Lucas reads off of a metal nameplate under it, but Eliottâs already shaking his head.Â
âNo, not the title, I mean,â he says, bumps his shoulder into Lucasâs like when they were kids, and he was trying to rope Lucas into doing something he considered fun, âwhat would you call it? What do you think?â
And, see â Eliott hasnât changed much at all.Â
They will be, Lucas thinks, just fine.
*
(Please, heâs thought to himself in the dark hours of the night so many times, staring up at his ceiling, please let us be fine.Â
He fucked up, you see. Lucas is aware of that. They both are, really, because Eliott is the smartest guy he knows, and thereâs no way in hell he just forgot about it all. And even if he is kind enough to not mention the kiss â just as he was kind enough to kiss Lucas back, briefly, there by the gates, before he turned around and stepped out of sight â they still both know it happened.
Lucas goes through periodical stages of either wanting to erase the kiss from his memory entirely or thinking about it non-stop for days on end.
He knows Eliott only kissed him back because he didnât want to make a scene, or because he didnât want to break Lucasâs heart further since it was falling apart already anyway. Lucas knows that. Thatâs the only explanation that makes sense, really, and he is okay with that. Itâs what he eventually gave into, after hours and hours spent on thinking about it, replaying the act of it in his mind until it felt like just another thing heâs made up, until his lips throbbed with the memory.
Heâd have to be stupid to hope for Eliott to love him back. He doesnât. Eliott has never given him any real reason to believe in it, never promised him a thing.Â
Eliott doesnât love him back. If he did, a small, more naive part of Lucasâs mind reminds him from time to time, when he gets a bit too hopeful, when he focuses on the what-if scenarios too much, he would have said something. He would have said, wait for me, maybe, or do it again, or something equally earth-shattering, and wouldnât have left Lucas at this goddamn airport with only a weak smile and a promise of a phone call.Â
Theyâve talked so, so many times, for hours and hours on end, and he never said a thing. Not once.
Lucas can recognise a dismissal when he sees one, is the thing. Itâs clear enough.)
*
On Thursday, Eliott is stolen away.
âSorry,â he says when Lucas calls him, asking for the plan for the day, âmy familyâs coming over today. I tried to get out of it, butâŚyou know how my parents are. Weâre having a big dinner, and all.â
For what itâs worth, he doesnât really sound pleased with it. It still does very little to dilute the heavy feeling suddenly there in Lucasâs gut.
âOh,â Lucas says. âOkay. I meanââ
Itâs the kind of sentence that starts somewhere but ends nowhere. Lucas cuts himself off, and the awkwardness of it hangs in the air, stretches thin over the distance between Eliott and him.Â
He isnât upset. He isnât. But he was excited about the day, maybe, about another couple of hours theyâd get to spend together, the prospect of having Eliott within reach where heâs sure to stay, sure to stick around. They didnât make any plans, but Lucas was hoping something would just fall into their hands like it always did, and that they would take it and make the best of it, anyway.Â
But heâs forgotten, maybe, somewhere in the whirlwind of it all, about other people. Of course Eliottâs family wants to spend some time with him, too. Of course. Itâs a given when Eliott is so easy to love, and by so, so many people, too.Â
Lucas has been selfish, he realises, for thinking he can have Eliott only to himself.
âHave fun, then,â he says. His voice is suddenly something stuck between strung-too-tight and forcefully nonchalant, but over the phone, it doesnât carry. âSay hi to your parents from me.â
Eliott huffs.
âSure,â he says, and it sounds like heâs smiling. Lucas imagines it, and it makes him feel a little better. âIâll keep you posted on all the most exciting stuff thatâs happening.â
âLike what kind of cake your mom made, you mean.â
âAnd what my grandma is wearing,â Eliott adds, and Lucas canât help the laugh that bubbles out of him, then. On the other end of the line, Eliott chuckles, too, like heâs pleased. Like making Lucas laugh has been his plan all along, perhaps.
âYouâre fucking impossible,â Lucas tells him, the stiffness gone from his voice just like that, and then, âOkay.â
He spends the day in front of the TV, pretending to watch some talk show that Mika likes and in reality waiting for whatever message Eliott sends him next. Itâs nice. His whole family seems to be there for him, grandparents and aunts and cousins, and god knows who else, and Eliott is grinning from ear to ear in every single photo he sends him.Â
Thatâs good, Lucas thinks. Itâs what Eliott deserves â all this love, all the affection. So many people missing him when heâs away, being so happy when heâs finally home.
A lot of people love him. Lucas is, in the end, only one of many.
*
(He doesnât know when it happened. Itâs as if Lucas blinked, forgot to pay attention for just a second, and there it was already, this feeling.
Or maybe there was never a specific moment at all. Maybe it happened somewhere between when they were kids, then scrawny teenagers, and then more. Between taking Eliottâs hand for the first time and never wanting to let it go, later. Eliott was the one to talk Lucas into riding his bike down the hill and the one to wipe his tears away afterwards, laughing a little. He was the person who showed him the stars, lay on the grass during hot, enveloping summer nights, mapping constellations out in the sky, and didnât make fun of how childishly fascinated Lucas was by it. He was the person who snuck into closed playgrounds in the middle of the night with him, just for the thrill of it, and who later got grounded for it alongside. Eliott was the person who told him that there was nothing wrong about girls kissing other girls and boys kissing other boys. He was the first person to openly call Lucasâs father a fucking asshole when he left them, and was there to wipe Lucasâs tears away this time around as well.
Maybe thatâs what did it. All those things, all at once.
But a small part of Lucas still wishes someone had told him, impossibly, before it happened â watch out, be careful, in a second, youâre going to fall in love.)
*
On Friday, they end up celebrating.
It is, to say the truth, Idrissâs idea. He comes over in the afternoon, with Yann and Sofiane in tow, and instead of a hello says, âEliott, we need to get drunk together,â and it all goes downhill from there. Their group is chaotic democracy at its finest, and it shows â Lucasâs weak attempts of refusal go unnoticed, and instead, a bottle of cheap wine gets pushed into his hand, someone makes drinks, someone else puts on some music, and thatâs how it goes.
Lucas, honestly, doesnât drink much. Itâs a Friday night, and all his friends are here, and heâs having a good time, but then, thereâs also this â he wouldnât want to miss the way Eliottâs eyes shine in the lights of the party, wouldnât want to miss the way he pushes his hair away from his forehead or how he throws his head back when he laughs. Itâs Friday. On Sunday, Eliott is leaving.Â
Lucas doesnât want to miss a second of him still being here. He wants to remember it all.
It laces his thoughts with a weird sense of urgency, this sudden awareness of time. He finds a spot in the corner of the living room and just sits and looks, and his chest fills with something heavy, stinging. We have two days, he thinks as he swirls his overly sweet drink around in the plastic cup, amidst the heavy beat of music flooding the room, amidst the laughter and the clinking of glasses fitting right beside it, two days and then he leaves me again.Â
Itâs not fair to think this way. Lucas knows. Itâs not like heâs the only one who misses Eliott, or like Eliott doesnât miss him in return just as much. But he lets himself give in to it, just for a second â missing Eliott already, even when heâs still here, right across the room talking to Arthur, his hair a mess, a bottle of beer in his hand. Lucas doesnât know what heâll do when he has to, inevitably, watch Eliott leave again. Stand there at another fucking airport, with their history coming full circle, with his heart breaking again, just like the first time around.
Their eyes lock, then, over the crowd. Eliott smiles at him, his grin wide and genuine and happy, and Lucas tries to smile back in the same manner, wipe away whatever stupid feelings have surfaced on his face, maybe, but he doesnât think heâs quick enough. Eliottâs smile gets weaker. Something like worry creeps up into his features, etches itself in between his eyebrows.
Lucas gets up from his seat before Eliott can make his way over to him, pushes his way to the bathroom and locks the door, stares at himself in the mirror for a long time, presses his palms to his face when his eyes start to sting.
*
(He wants Eliott to stay.Â
He wants a miracle to happen. He wants Eliott to be here, to be close, wants to be able to see him every day, the lines of his smile when heâs happy and the downturn of his mouth then heâs sad, he wants him to be here tomorrow, and the week after that, and later, and later. Lucas wants it all.Â
He is a selfish person. He knows that. Thatâs why he kissed Eliott back then in the first place. Sometimes, when he canât sleep, when heâs sick with sadness and the hollow feeling in his chest, he thinks about asking Eliott to come back. Asking Eliott not to go. All the things heâs never going to say out loud because they would only make matters worse, would only make Eliott hurt. Lucas knows he is happy over there in New York. But it doesnât stop him from thinking about clutching his hand and saying, please, please just stay. For me.
At least in his own imagination, heâs enough for Eliott to stay. It doesnât exactly make anything better, but itâs all he has.)
*
On Saturday, something between them shifts.
Lucas misses the exact moment it happens, to tell the truth. He is busy with other things.
Eliott comes over around noon, with tiredness from last night still written into the lines of his face but with his eyes sparkling and with a small smile on his lips. The weather is kind of shitty, he tells Lucas, running a hand through his hair as he steps into the apartment, and Lucas notices then that his hair is a little wet like itâs raining outside, or just starting to. It sticks to his forehead a bit. Lucas fights the urge to reach out and brush the stands away, bites on his lip, and only turns his eyes away when Eliott, shrugging off his jacket and kicking down his shoes, raises his eyebrows in a silent question.
Lucas doesnât want to answer it. Instead, he says the first thing that comes to his head. âWanna watch something, then?â
Eliott says yes because of course he does, and then it goes like this â they sprawl out on the couch and fight over the blanket just a little, and Lucas lets Eliott pick the movie. The rain is playing an uneven rhythm on the windows, one-two-three, irregular and barely there. He leans into Eliott a little more than he has to but not as much as he really wants to, and Eliott only hums quietly, doesnât turn his eyes away from the screen. His arm winds around Lucasâs waist, firm, bring them close together where Eliott runs warm, from shoulder to hip.
Lucas keeps thinking, this is our last day.Â
Itâs not a bad way to spend it. Somewhere in a small, quiet corner of his heart, Lucas is grateful for it. Itâs nice, almost unfairly so, to be able to lean into Eliott and share his warmth, make sure heâs still right here, listen to his voice when he says, from time to time, âLook at this scene, Lu,â or, âNow, now, pay attention.â
Lucas is. Not to the movie, really, but to everything else â the way Eliott smells like the rain and fresh air and cheap cologne Lucas bought him last year for his birthday. The way he sounds like he always does. The way the fabric of his shirt folds over his collar bones and how shadows settle in the hollow of his throat.
There are very few things in the world that Lucas would want more than he wants this.
*
And when it gets dark â after theyâve watched another movie and stuffed their faces with pizza and after Mika and Lisa came home and joined them in the living room, after they argued over Eliottâs terrible music taste and laughed over how familiar it was, too, itâs time for Eliott to go home.
Lucas is scared of it, like a child. He is scared of opening the door and letting Eliott go and letting the world happen to him, a world Lucas is barely present in, a world somewhere far away. But then Eliott is already getting up from the couch and saying his goodbyes to Lisa, letting Mika hug him, and Lucas trails behind him and watches it, then watches him put on his shoes and jacket and get ready to walk out just like that.Â
âSo,â he says, and if his throat suddenly feels too tight, nobody has to know, âIâll see you tomorrow?â
Itâs all they have left. They both know that because itâs not like itâs a secret, really. The whole day today, they havenât spoken a word about Eliott leaving tomorrow, but they both know what is going to happen â Lucas will go to the airport with him, say his goodbyes, try not to cry too much and probably fail, and Eliott will smile at him with his stupid, unbelievable, gorgeous smile and hug him like he never wants to let him go even though it is not true and then leave.Â
In the doorway, Eliott hesitates.
Maybe itâs because too many of Lucasâs thoughts are showing on his face. Maybe itâs easier to read him than it usually is, than it was yesterday in the lights of the party. Lucas waits for an answer, but it doesnât come, and thereâs a suddenly tension-heavy moment that passes between them. Eliott just keeps looking at him. Lucas doesnât know what to do about it.
And then, Eliott says, âDo you want to walk me home?â
Lucas hears Mika laugh from the living room where he and Lisa are still watching something on TV. The rain is still drumming on the windows, a staccato. Outside, itâs probably cold and windy, and if he goes with Eliott, he wonât be back for another two hours, probably. They both have to get up early tomorrow. Itâs very late.
âSure,â Lucas says, grabbing his own jacket from the hanger. âLetâs go.â
*
They walk in relative silence for about 2 minutes, when Eliott suddenly grabs Lucasâs hand and pulls him in a different direction and onto a road that, Lucas is pretty sure, doesnât lead to Eliottâs apartment.Â
âHey,â Lucas says, almost stumbling over the cobblestones of the dark street, âwhat are you doing?â
Eliottâs hand is warm in his, and firm, and his grip is strong. He laces their fingers together. Lucas tells himself that it is not the reason his heart does something weird in his chest, that itâs because of the dark, because of the late hour.
âI wanna show you something,â Eliott says, pulls him along, rounds a street corner. âCome on, itâs not far.â
âWerenât you going back home?â
âI donât want to go back home.â The words have a weird quality to them. Lucas wants to ask, but then Eliott adds, a bit quieter, ânot yet.â
So they go. How could Lucas complain, really, if he gets to hang around Eliott for just a while longer, have him all to himself, selfishly and privately, hold his hand and let himself get involved in another one of Eliottâs strange ideas like itâs the old times, still? So Lucas lets Eliott drag him along, only grips his hand tighter and doesnât say a word.Â
Itâs Eliottâs last evening here, and somehow, he chose to spend it with Lucas, with Lucas alone. Whatever it means, Lucas will take it.
*
Eliott brings him, apparently, to a closed playground.
âWait,â Lucas says as he stands in front of it, as Eliott finally lets go of his hand in favour of wrestling with the lock on the gate instead, fighting it until it gives up and the door squeaks open, âEliott, seriously?â
âWhat?â Eliott says and just steps inside. He sounds like heâs smiling. âYou scared? Itâs just a playground, Lu.â
âThis is illegal,â Lucas informs him but goes in anyway, closes the door with the smallest sound. Apart from that, and their whispers, everything is very quiet. âJust so you know.â
Eliott chuckles, âIâm aware,â and then, walking backwards, when the light of the streetlamp catches in his eyes and sets his gaze on fire, he says, âDonât worry. Iâll keep you safe.â
And whatever response Lucas could make, it dies on his tongue, just like that. Maybe itâs, he thinks with his heart hammering a bit too quickly against his ribcage, actually for the better.Â
They find a pair of swings that arenât, miraculously, wet from the rain somehow, and sit down there. For a second, Lucas feels like heâs in a movie of sorts, the kind that Eliott likes to watch best. It doesnât feel real, between one beat of his heart and the next, this whole scene â the rain, the fresh air, the stars in the sky. How the streetlamp casts a faint light that doesnât reach quite to where they are. How heâs allowed, somehow, to sit here with Eliott, the same beautiful, unbelievable person heâs known his whole life.
He asks, âWhy are we here?â
âDo you remember,â Eliott says in response, and when Lucas looks over at him, heâs watching the starts, his fingers wrapped around the chain of the swing, âwhen we came here when we were kids? When you were, like, twelve?â
Lucas remembers. It is the same place, he realises suddenly, now when he properly thinks about it and pays attention. The three big oaks to his right are still here, and the fence seems to still be painted the same jarring, chipping-off red, or at least thatâs what it looks like in the light of the streetlamp. They used to come here sometimes, when they were younger. Once, Lucas took his dadâs pocket knife and carved an âL+Eâ into the wood the fence was made of, not really understanding what the action meant, back then.
âIs this where you took me at midnight that one time and then we both got grounded for the next five years?â Lucas asks, and doesnât expect it when Eliott laughs, doesnât expect the way it rings in the night and falls into it, makes the stars seem a little brighter.
âYeah,â Eliott tells him, âyeah, thatâs the place.â
He sounds happy. He sounds genuine. He sounds like everything is alright, like itâs just another night spent hanging around with a friend, like itâs one of so many nights they spent together ad not much more, and Lucas suddenlyâŚcanât take it. Itâs like a wave that sweeps him up and drags him under, and he canât do it. Something blooms in his chest and makes it too tight to breathe properly. He looks away from Eliottâs profile, feels like heâll break if he doesnât.
A moment passes. Lucas feels like his lungs are filled with lead.Â
And then, quietly, Eliott says, âI donât want tomorrow to happen.â
Lucas snaps his head back up, surprised. For a second, he thinks he imagined it. With how quiet it was, and how stray, that wouldnât be impossible, he thinks. But then Eliott turns his face away from the sky and looks at Lucas instead, and even if he did sound happy just minutes ago, he doesnât look like it now.Â
âThatâs why I didnât want to go back home yet,â he tells Lucas, like a confession. Thereâs something muted in his eyes. âI donât want tomorrow to come.â
Lucas swallows.Â
âWhat,â he tries, forces a corner of his mouth to lift in a desperate attempt at covering up the tremor in his voice, âarenât you excited to go back to New York?â
Itâs only half a joke and half a genuine question. Eliott answers it with a shrug that looks heavy.
âNot really. I mean,â he says, and Lucas expects him to backtrack, then, just maybe, for only a second. Start talking about how New York isnât that bad after all. About how much heâs learning, about how itâs just difficult, is all. But then he says, âitâs great, but. Thereâs someone at home Iâm going to miss a lot.â
Something in Lucasâs chest quivers. He tries to smother it. âIdriss, I bet.â
Eliott smiles at that, softly. His eyes crinkle at the corners.Â
âYou,â he says. âYou.â
And, see â Lucas knew that. Heâs known.
It doesnât make anything easier.Â
He turns his eyes away. He wants to say, me too, me too, Iâm going to miss you, too. He wants to say, then donât go, please donât go, please just stay. He wants to stand up and take the two steps that separate them and wrap Eliott in his arms and donât let him go, stay with him right here until the rain stops and the sun rises. He wants to kiss him, like back then. Lucas wants so, so much.
It burns in his chest like embers of a fire that should have died long ago. Maybe thatâs why he says, âWeâre not going to talk about it, then?â
A pause. âAbout what?â
âMe and you,â Lucas replies, then swallows. He takes a breath, tries to steady himself, and then finally says, âThat I kissed you, back then. At the airport.â And when Eliott doesnât say anything to that, Lucas adds, quieter, âI think we should talk about it.â
His throat is tight. Heâs clutching the chains of the swing so forcefully that theyâre digging into his palm.Â
Me and you, he said, but there is no such thing, really. Thatâs what Eliott is going to tell him. No âL+Eâ even though itâs carved somewhere into the playground fence, even though the hope of it is etched into Lucasâs stupid heart. Heâs sick of hoping for things that will never be true, tired of making so many mistakes, but he canât help it. He canât help it.
Eliott is silent. Lucas is afraid of what heâd see if he looks at him, so he just keeps his eyes where they are. He keeps staring at his own shoes, barely visible against the dark background of the grass under his feet. They werenât supposed to bring it up, he knows. They were supposed to brush it off as inconsequential, lock it somewhere in the corner of their minds and not revisit, pretend it never happened, forget entirely. Maybe thatâs what Eliott did, after all. Perhaps the memory of it got pushed to the side, with so many other things going on in his life, with so many different people, new places, better things to pay attention to than Lucas and his stupidity.
For a second, shame burns in his veins like a flame.Â
Then, Eliott stands up.
Heâs going to go, Lucasâs mind says, and suddenly his breathing needs two tries before it goes anywhere. Heâs going to say, donât come to the airport tomorrow, and heâs going to go. You used up your time. You should have stayed quiet.
Itâs true. Itâs all true.
Except Eliott doesnât leave.
He takes two steps, instead, and then crouches in front of Lucas, and before Lucas can register whatâs happening, through his loud mind and aching heart, Eliott is unwrapping Lucasâs fingers from around the swing chains and taking his hands in his own. His grip is tight. His hands are warm.Â
âLucas,â heâs saying, âtell me why you did it. Tell me why you kissed me.â
It doesnât make sense, but in response, he says, âYou remember, then,â and it comes out weak.
Eliottâs hands tremble in his, minutely, but itâs so slight it might as well only be his imagination. Thatâs what Lucas writes it off as.Â
âOf course I remember,â Eliott says. âOf course.â And then, brushing Lucasâs knuckles with his thumbs in a gesture that is probably meant to be consoling, he repeats, âWhy?â
For a moment, Lucas doesnât say anything.Â
Heâs thought about it so many times. So many times, it was right there on his tongue, and he always kept it in. All his I love youâs, all the things he couldnât let Eliott hear because it was just Lucas and his stupid, naive heart talking, because it would ruin the best thing heâs ever had. Lucas is not ready to lose it now. Heâs not.
But if Eliottâs tight grip is anything to go by, or the way he intertwines their fingers, or the way he doesnât take his eyes off Lucas at all, then maybe he knows already. Maybe he knows. Lucas isnât sure what to believe anymore, and it hardly matters anyway, right, hardly matters when Eliottâs going to leave tomorrow anyway, fuck off for another 6 months or so, and Lucas will have to pick his broken heart back up and piece it together nevertheless, just like last time.Â
Itâs a heartbreak either way, no matter the reason.Â
âYou know why,â he finally says. It feels like a confession, but of a different sort. âYou know why, Eliott.â
Eliott brushes his knuckles again. âTell me.â
And just like that â Lucas closes his eyes and says it.
âBecause Iâm in love with you,â he says. It feels so raw on his tongue that he feels weak with it. And then again, âIâm in love with you. I have been in love with you for ages. I loved you when we were kids, and I love you now, and I will love you tomorrow when you get on that fucking plane and leave, and thatâs just what it is, Eliott, Iâm reallyââ A breath. âI love you. Iâm so sorry.âÂ
He keeps looking at his shoes, still, at the same patch of grass. His inhale, the exhale, then inhale again, are all shaky.
âI kissed you because you were leaving, and I didnât know when I would see you again,â Lucas continues, a little despite himself, but once the words are out there, thereâs nothing he can do. âI kissed you because you were still here, and I missed you already. And because I love you.â He swallows. His throat feels tight. âThat was the main reason.â
They werenât supposed to talk about it, but here it is. No take-backs; game over. Eliott knows, now. Thatâs okay. Lucas will get through it, somehow, like he got through many other things. Itâs what he tells himself, biting down on his lip so that it stops quivering, listening to the rush of blood in his head and the too-quick beating of his heart. Eliott isnât saying anything, but Lucas doesnât expect him to. Thereâs not much left to say, really.
And then, a shift.
âLucas,â Eliott is muttering in the next second, and heâs pulling Lucasâs hands closer to himself, closer to his face, and then Lucas watches, dazed, as he presses his lips to Lucasâs knuckles, once, twice, then, again and again, a kiss after a kiss. âI thought youâ I didnâtââ
It has stopped raining, Lucas notes with a tiny part of his mind. He has, suddenly, no idea whatâs happening.Â
âI thought you didnât say anything becauseââ Eliott tries and gets stuck, and in the meager light, he looksâŚunlike himself, a little. Wide-eyed, breathless, with a few damp strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. His gaze is suddenly so intense it is almost a physical thing. âYou neverââ And then like he canât help himself, Eliott asks, voice caving in, âPlease say it again.â
Lucas blinks at him. He feels like the world has stopped, somehow. Like the time is frozen. âWhat?â
âSay it again,â Eliott repeats, and something in his voice changes, then. Heâs looking straight at Lucas, with his eyes bright. Theyâre still holding hands. âWhy you kissed me.â
âI love you,â Lucas tells him, again, just as true as before. His heart is beating too fast.
And Eliott just closes his eyes and presses the back of Lucasâs hand to his lips again, warm and unexpected, and then, when he smiles, Lucas feels the curve of it right against his skin.
âGod,â Eliott whispers, barely audible. âFuck.â
And then, before Lucas can say anything, Eliott is suddenly untangling their fingers and something passes in his eyes, a notion, and then heâs reaching over and heâs cupping Lucasâs face in his hands, right there at the playground, in the middle of the night andâ
When Eliott kisses him, it feels like coming home.Â
Itâs warm and sweet and the angle is a little off, and itâs nothing like the first time but itâs also exactly like the first time, and Lucas melts into it and heâs kissing Eliott. Heâs kissing Eliott. Eliott is kissing him â slow and shy at first, then growing comfortable, and then Lucas is parting his lips and lets Eliott deepen the kiss, lets the thrill of it push all the air out of his lungs. He curls his fingers into the fabric of his jeans when Eliott angles his head. Theyâre kissing â slow and unhurried and like they have all the time they need, even when they donât, really. But here, in the dark, with the warmth of Eliottâs lips and the burn of hope coiling in Lucasâs chest, itâs easier to believe.
And then, when they part, Eliott is smiling wider than Lucas ever remembers him to.
âI thought you didnât say anything becauseâ I thought it was an impulse, then,â he tells him, leans his forehead against Lucasâs, and his eyes are closed. His hands slide down to Lucasâs neck, and he traces the line of Lucasâs jaw with his thumb, gentle. âThat you did it because you didnât want me to go. That you thought it would make me stay.â
There is a question hiding somewhere in the sentence. Lucas answers it, feeling dazed. Feeling breathless.
âI did want you to stay,â he says, and then, âI do. But the kiss wasnât meant to be a bargaining card.â
Eliott huffs out a laugh. His eyes are still closed. âWhy didnât you say anything, then?â
âWhy didnât you?â
And then Eliott does open his eyes, and even after knowing him for practically his whole life and loving him for almost equally as long, Lucas is not ready for what he sees â all the blinding happiness. All the breathtaking storm of something heâs almost afraid to name.
âIf I did, and you told me what you did just now,â he says, âI wouldâve come back here on the next plane.â
Eliottâs still tracing the line of his jaw. For a heartbeat, Lucas just looks at him. âWhy?â
âBecause I love you,â Eliott says, smiles that blinding smile again, leans into Lucas like he canât help it, like he canât wait, kisses his temple, his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth. âBecause I love you, too.â
*
(Later, they will go. Leave the playground and close the gate behind, unnoticed and unseen, like they were never there in the first place, like nothing ever happened. They will hold hands and pull each other along the empty streets, then kiss on the doorstep of Eliottâs apartment building where Eliott will push Lucas against the cold brick wall and angle his chin up and kiss him again, again until Lucas loses track of time. Later, they will say âgoodnightâ and Eliott will complain, just a little, about how he still needs to pack, and Lucas will laugh at him quietly, laugh until Eliott kisses the smile off his face.
But now, itâs this â
âI would stay,â Eliott tells him, still clutching his hands like itâs a lifeline, âif you asked me to.â
For a second, Lucas wants to. The possibility of it is blinding â how he could just say two words, and Eliott would stay for him, right there, easy as that. He can taste the words on his tongue. No heartbreak, he thinks, but the opposite of it, for once.Â
But in the end, he says, âI wonât ask you to.â Thatâs all.
Because, you see â it wouldnât be fair. Lucas is selfish, but heâs not cruel. He knows how much New York means to Eliott. He canât ask Eliott to give it up, his future and his dreams and all the bright ideas he has, just because heâs going to miss him, because this is not how love works. And Lucas is no expert, really, but he is learning something new about love every day, it seems like, and tonight, dizzy with relief and throbbing with how thoroughly kissed heâs just been, he learns his â love is not selfish. Love is not painless. Sometimes, love means letting someone go and hoping they will come back.
âI wonât ask you,â he repeats when Eliott doesnât say anything, only looks. âBut I will wait if you want me to.â
Something passes over Eliottâs face. Like understanding. His gaze softens, warms up.
âThank you,â he says, and itâs enough of an answer.)
*
On Sunday, Eliott leaves.
Lucas goes to the airport with him, stands there amongst the crowd of people, and only has eyes for Eliott anyway. Eliott, with his heavy suitcases packed in a hurry, with his hair messy and his eyes a little tired and his smile a little crooked. They are, at least in this aspect, mirror reflections of each other â itâs the same, the way they look at each other, the way they hold hands, the way Eliott wraps him in a hug, bone-crushing, and Lucas melts into it and just holds Eliott for a second, wishes for the time to slow down for just a moment. Just a while.
âIâll miss you,â Eliott says, presses the words into Lucasâs temple, âso fucking much, you have no idea.â
And Lucas smiles so that he doesnât cry. âI do,â he says. âI do, actually.â
Eliott kisses him goodbye, and the kisses are all like punctuation marks between him saying, Iâll call you when I get there, and Iâll see you soon, I promise, and I love you. His voice quivers a bit as he says it all. Lucas thinks, unreasonably, about âL+Eâ carved somewhere into a wooden fence.
And then Eliott goes. It will be a while before they see each other again, but itâs okay.
Lucas can wait for him.
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California Proposition Assessment
Proposition #4 : Waiting period and parental notification before termination of minorâs pregnancy (2008)
This proposition wouldnât allow minors to have an abortion until 48 hours after their parents or guardian has been notified. There are exceptions if thereâs a medical emergency or if the minor can appear in court and prove their maturity. The proposition also mandates reporting requirements and insures that abortion is done only with the minorâs consent.Â
Fiscal Impact: There is an unknown net state cost but could cost several million dollars annually for health and social services programs, court administration, and state health agency administration combined.
Election Results:Â The election results voted no on the proposition. I was not surprised by the election results but surprised how close it was.Â
Proposition Supporters:Â
The Friends of Sarah, the Parental or Alternative Family Member Notification Act was the official ballot committee
Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dr. Joseph R. Zanga, M.D., FFAP, Past President American Academy of Pediatrics
Barbara Alby, Author, California's "Megan's Law" Child Protection Legislation
Mary L. Davenport, M.D., Fellow American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists
Thomas Murphy Goodwin, M.D., FAAP, FACOG, Professor Of Obstetrics and Gynecology and Pediatrics Keck School of Medicine, University of Southern California
The Honorable Rod Pacheco, J.D., District Attorney, Riverside County
The Honorable Tony Rackauckas, J.D., District Attorney, Orange County
The Honorable Bob Brooks, Sheriff, Ventura County
The Honorable Dennis Downum, Sheriff, Calaveras County
Frank Lee, President, Organization for Justice & Equality
Dr. Kenneth Williams, School Board Member, Orange County
Donors:
James E. Holman (He is a publisher of the San Diego reader who also donated large sums of money supporting past propositions 85 and 73 which both failed to pass. He seems to be very dedicated to his cause but all three propositions have not passed.)
Don Sebastiani (He was one of the chief bankers for the proposition and worked alongside James Holman.)
Knihgts of Columbus (This is a Catholic fraternal service order and being Catholic, may have a biased opinion on abortion.)Â
Mary Jane Creamer
Lenawee TrustÂ
Caster Family Trust
The supporters and donors donât all have an abundance or similarities or are in one political group. Most of them come from various backgrounds, and many of the supporters in California are from Southern California while those who oppose the proposition are from Northern California which I found was interesting.
 Arguments for and against:Â
PRO: When a minor gets an abortion without notifying their family there could be health issues that are dismissed and that may cause trouble after the abortion or if there are complications. Also, if the minor needed an abortion because of sexual abuse they may not notify anyone because if the parent knew it would be more likely to be reported. Without parental notification, abuse can be repeated and the victim may be less likely to get help.Â
CON: No law should be able to mandate parental communication and those type of laws donât work. The minor may not have a good relationship with their parents, and they may be suffering from home abuse and notification might cause them to get kicked out, beaten, etc. Also, minors may decide to perform at home abortions to avoid the parental notification which are dangerous. They may also consider suicide or delay medical care.Â
How I would vote: I would have voted NO on this proposition because if I was a young girl living in a household without a solid parental relationship, or even a victim of abuse at home who needed an abortion, I couldnât begin to imagine how much stress the parental notification would cause me. Not all parents are supportive of abortion even if it is their own child and the notification could possibly put her more at danger than if there were to be an abortion related medical issue. Especially today since so many young people struggle with mental illnesses and how much suicide rates have increased, this would just negatively affect that even more.
Fun Fact: One thing I found interesting from the ballot website was how Planned Parenthood had donated so much money against this proposition and how almost 3 times the amount of money was spent against it.Â
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Magic AU. Bitty is a baker who really messed up this maybe-not-recipe. Jack is a powerful but quiet demon who isn't sure what's going on, but there's pie.
Okay you sent this a literal year ago, but itâs finally done. Also, itâs 5k.Â
I will post another, more refined version on ao3 (with betaing, even) in December, after NaNo, but please enjoy!
âAaand⌠done.â Bitty shuts the oven firmly, and claps flour off his hands. He picks up the yellowed piece of paper from the counter, and scans his eyes over the recipe. Heâd had to buy a few⌠weirder ingredients from the internet to get it done, but as long as it came out of the oven correctly, heâd get an A on his project, meaning that he would be officially done with his Bachelorâs degree in American Studies.
Now, to wait. The recipe said an hour, but Bittyâs oven was, obviously, better (though not by much) than a simple fireplace stove, and so heâd set it for thirty minutes, which was just enough time to finish that new movie heâd been watching.
Thirty minutes later, he pulls out a steaming pie, and grins. The crust is a beautiful golden brown (and all the symbols the recipe said were necessary stood out nicely, a darker, richer brown than the rest of the crust, unexpected but pleasant). âPerfect,â he mumbles to himself, setting it on the counter. He was tempted, all of a sudden, to cut into it. But it needed to be perfect for his professor, and she was a renowned stickler. Heâd fail if it wasnât perfect, and he didnât have the money to buy the ingredients for another try. There were only so many places one could get rat tails for cheap.
He grabs a towel and throws it over the top, and the temptation goes away. He nods then, satisfied, and pulls out his phone. âFinal project for history and culture: done. On to studying French.â He tweets, adding a nauseated-looking emoji at the end. He casts one last proud look at the pie, and leaves the room.
There was one slice left of the pie, and only a day left until it was going to spoil. Bitty had forgotten about it completely, between finishing his finals week, cleaning his house, and baking for the holiday season. When heâd finally gotten around to being able to rest, the last thing he wanted to do was eat more pie.
But he also wasnât one to let such an expensive thing go to waste. âOh well,â Bitty mutters under his breath, foregoing a plate and grabbing a fork. âIâll just have to double down on that New Yearâs resolution to exercise more, I guess.â
Bitty works his way through the now slightly stale slice while flipping through the channels on his small tv. There was nothing on, as per usual, and so he settled in to catch the tail end of a hockey game.
Heâd played hockey in high school, but had stopped after his senior year. There wasnât much of a place on college teams for someone so⌠slight. He sighed, shoving the last bite into his mouth and swallowing, hard. If only, if only. He frequently found himself wishing it was still something he did, this exact moment included. Heâd loved it so much despite how mediocre heâd been.
At that exact moment, post-swallow and mid-reminisce, his tv began to smoke. âShit,â he muttered, getting up. It was a cheap one, an old vacuum tube set heâd bought off Craigslist midway through fall semester when his last roommate had moved out and taken his nice flatscreen with him.
Bitty gets up and bangs his hand against the side, trying to get the fuzz to go away. The tv hisses, and then snaps back to clarity once more. He sighs, relieved, and turns around.
And comes face to face with a tall stranger, standing in the middle of his living room, smelling of sulfur and campfire burn.
He screams.
Half an hour later, one and a half beers, and a considerable amount of questions had calmed him down. Or, calmed him as much as he could be calmed.
Because this man? Was a demon, apparently, summoned through a mixture of Bittyâs pie (an old witch recipe) and his wishing. The recipe, the demon said, was notoriously difficult, and this anyone who managed to pull it off was entitled to three wishes.
Bitty was now entitled to three wishes. Because heâd accidentally summoned a demon.
âDo I have to sell you my soul?â The demonâs eyebrows twitch, and he sighs, dragging a hand down his face and looking altogether way too human for something apparently hellish in origin.
âFor the third time, no. Thatâs part of the recipe.â
Bitty swigs down another gulp of now-warm beer (clutching a glass bottle in oneâs hand so tightly oneâs knuckles turned white wasnât necessarily conducive to properly chilled alcohol) and tugs on the ends of his hair. âAnd I get three wishes? Just for baking a pie?â
The demon looks agitated. âYes. Like Iâve explained three, no, four times now, itâs an old clause in the rule book, one we havenât had to uphold in near half a millennium, and one weâve been meaning to get rid of. His highness just hasnât seen the need to,â the demon says, adding a glare. âUntil now, of course.â
Bitty giggles, high pitched and sharp. This canât be happening. Iâm dreaming, he thinks. âWell then, fuck it.â He chugs the rest of the beer down, and slams it on the table. âI want to pass my class.â
The demon frowns. âYouâll need to be more specific.â
���CUL 458. I want to pass it with at least a B.âÂ
The demon stares for a second, and then rolls his eyes. âYouâll pass it.â
âCool, so two more wishes-â
âNo, thatâs not a wish. I already know youâll pass it.â
Bitty flashed the demon a confused look. âAre you omnipotent? Like god?â
The demon winces. âNo. I just have slight⌠sight, for these sorts of things.â
Bitty shrugs. âOkay. Well, then I want to pass French.â
The demon nods, closes his eyes for a few seconds, and then opens them up once more. Theyâre glowing a pallid yellow, and he blinks a few times, the color draining back into black as he does. âDone. That one you wouldnât have passed. How are you so bad?â
âHey!â Bitty points an accusatory finger. âFrench is hard.â
The demon mutters something like not that hard, and opens his palm. âYour next two wishes?â
Bitty thinks for a second, and then frowns. âI donât know.â
The demon groans, and stands. âIâll give you a week.â
Bitty nods, and watches as the demon disappears as fast as heâd come, leaving the room smelling faintly still of sulfur, and now of ozone.
âFuck,â Bitty mutters.
He wakes up the next morning, draped over the couch with his phone making indents on his cheek. The âping!â of his notifications had woken him up. Blearily, he sits up and unlocks the screen. He recalls the weird dream as he scrolls through Twitter, and snorts. âMusta been somethinâ in that pie. Thatâll teach me to treat old recipes like they can store the same,â he says to himself.
Thereâs an email from his French professor, probably one letting him know that in order to pass, heâll need to do the last minute extra credit paper, something heâd been prepared for since his final earlier that week. This was his last semester of the two year language requirement, and heâd been in danger of failing all semester.
He opens the email, and reads it over.
And then stares, and reads again. And again.
Somehow, heâd passed the final with enough points to land him at a respectable 73% in the class, just enough to pass.
The dream (or maybe it hadnât been a dream at all?) came flooding back to him. There was no way in hell.
Bitty closes his email, and begins gathering the remnants of the previous nightâs boozing to toss in the trashcan, the fuzzy edges of his dream twisting and fading until heâd finally convinced himself that it was a dream indeed, one born of stress and too much beer, and that the final grade heâd received was based not on a demonic encounter but on the ten straight hours of review heâd done the night before the test.
By the end of the week, heâd forgotten all about his weird dream. His last final had come and gone, and he was well into prepping the baked goods heâd promised his mom for his short trip back to Georgia before his last semester. His final batch of cookies was almost done when the one thing heâd convinced himself wouldnât happen, did.
The demon came back.
Bitty didnât scream this time, but only just. The demon looked much the same: human enough to seem normal until closer inspection, tall, brooding, and altogether much too handsome to be a creature from hell.
âHave you thought of your next wish, yet?â
Bitty groans, and slouches against the counter. âI thought I made you up.â
The demon stares at him. âObviously not.â
Bitty clicks his phone off, and buries his face in his hands. âLook, I-â He sighs, and peeks through his fingers. The demon was watching him intently, eyebrows cocked. âI donât know what I want, and I donât want to die, so please donât kill me for beinâ indecisive.â
The demon huffs. âIâm not going to kill you.â
The oven dings, and Bitty moves the demon out of the way, bodily. âHang on.â He dons oven mitts, and pulls the tray out. The cookies, despite all of the work heâd put into making sure olâ Betsy wouldnât fritz out on him for this, are burnt.
Beyond repair.
Bitty resists the urge to screech. Instead, he slams his mitts down, and clicks the oven off. âI wish this damn thing wouldnât burn anything. I donât know how many times a week-â
âDone.â
Bitty stops mid-rant, and looks at the demon. âWhat?â
âYour wish. Itâs done. Your oven wonât burn anything anymore.â
Bitty frowns, and looks down at Betsy. He stares for a moment, pondering, and then looks back up. âThat wasnât going to be my wish-â
âItâs too late to take back.â The demon interrupts.
âBut.â Bitty glares. âIâm not mad.â
âSo-â
âBut I also donât have a third wish.â
The demon looks even more cross now, eyebrows folded as far down his forehead as theyâll go, the inky black of his eyes only barely visible through his squint. âYouâre incredibly annoying.â
Bittyâs protest fall on nothing but his kitchen appliances, as the demon disappears once more.
He sighs, and begins mixing a new batch of cookies, despite his flight leaving in less than four hours. If the universe was gonna give him an oven that never burns, like hell heâs gonna wait another week and half to try it out.
And, true to the demonâs word, the cookies come out a beautiful golden brown, the likes of which heâs only made once on his moomawâs oven back home.
âWell, sure as shit,â he says, hands resting on his hips. Guess I canât pretend itâs a dream any more, he thinks, picking up a perfectly crisped cookie and biting into it, letting the chocolate melt over his tongue while he thinks about what else he could possibly wish for.
The demon comes back a few days later, and Bittyâs sick of referring to him as the demon. âWhatâs your name?â Bitty hands him a plate and sits across from him across his island bar.
The demon looks puzzled. âWhy?â
âBecause I feed people,â Bitty says, taking a bite from his own plate. The recipe was an old family one heâd been playing with on and off since he got to college, but never had the oven to get the temperature just right.
Until now, that is.
The demon sets the plate on the counter, and delicately sits down, as if heâd never been in a chair before. âNo, my name. Why does it matter?â
Bitty rolls his eyes. âBecause I like to know who Iâm working with.â
âYou wonât know how to pronounce it.â The demon picks up a fork, and jabs it into the pie, the crust giving the smallest of satisfying crunching noises.
âTry me,â Bitty says, setting down his own fork onto a now-empty plate.
The demon utters a noise that makes Bitty lean back in his chair, and wiggle a finger in his ear, trying to get out a ringing that isnât there. âUh.â
The demon settles a look on him, cool blue eyes, normally void of any emotion, now showing a hint of smugness. âI told you.â
Bitty sighs, and stands up. âFine. So what do I call you?â
The demon falls quiet, and when Bitty looks at him, he looks deep in thought. Bitty waits, quietly cleaning up the results of his latest test in the meantime. âJack.â
Bitty rolls it over his tongue, mouths it quietly to himself. âWhy Jack?â
âMy name is equivalent to that in English, in terms of how common they both are.â The demon â Jack â shrugs. âPlus, I like the way it sounds.â
Bitty hums. âFair enough, Jack.â
âDo you know-â
Bitty interrupts Jack before he can continue. âI donât know what I want to wish for, yet. Sorry.â He feels only slightly guilty.
Jackâs gone before Bitty can even finish the sentence.
Jack comes back, again and again, every time with the same question: Has Bitty figured out his third wish?
And every time, Bitty gives him a slice of pie, or a cookie, or something. Eventually, Jack starts eating them too. And Bitty stalls for as long as possible, asking Jack relentless questions to make him stay.
Do you have horns? âNo, not usually.â
Why arenât you red? âI can be, if you want,â Jack says, his skin tone rapidly changing to match that of a particularly vibrant strawberry. And then back, because Bitty wonât stop laughing at him.
What did you go to hell for? âWhat do you mean?â Arenât demons all sinners that went to hell? âNo, I was born there, like you were born on Earth.â
Jackâs answers are reluctant to come at first, he grumbles about how he shouldnât be answering any of this, and then answers them anyway. He starts to stay longer each time before he asks Bitty if heâs figured out his third wish, and lingers before disappearing.
Bitty, for all heâs been trying not to, is liking Jack more and more by the day.
On the fourth, maybe fifth time Jack appears, Bittyâs back home in Georgia. Itâs Christmas Eve, and heâs nervous for tomorrow. All his relatives come over to the house, and though they love him, they donât understand him.
Itâs âthe gay thing,â as his momâs uncle calls it. âHate the sin, love the sinnerâ is a motto in their family, when applied to him. They donât understand it, and he still gets asked about a hundred times every Christmas if heâd found a girlfriend yet, despite the fact that heâd been out for half a decade now., as if one day heâs just going to decide heâs not gay anymore.
He thinks he hates Christmas.
Heâs in the kitchen, kneading dough brutally, when Jack appears beside him. Bitty tries to smother a shriek.
âHave you-â
Bitty throws a towel at him. âBe quiet,â he hisses, glaring. Jack looks taken aback, but he stays quiet.
Bitty sets the dough to rise until morning, and tiptoes back to the guest room, gesturing for Jack to follow.
Jack does, footsteps not even making the wood of the old house creak in the slightest, something Bitty had only achieved after years of living here and sneaking out at night, a practiced sort of silence. Bittyâs almost jealous.
Bitty shuts the door behind him as silently as he can, and wheels around to face Jack. âWhat are you doing here?â
Jack looks confused. âThe same thing I always am?â
âHow do you know where I live, though?â Bitty folds his arms across his chest.
Jackâs confusion grows, visibly. âWhat? Itâs you.â
Bitty makes a noise in the back of his throat that prompts Jack to continue. âI donât need your address. I just find you, and go there.â
Bitty frowns. âOh.â
Jack looks around the room, and then sits on the bed. He looks⌠worn, in a way that he usually doesnât. Itâs only been a few weeks, but Jack looks five years older, and tired. Bitty sits next to him. âAre you okay?â
Jackâs eyes settle on Bittyâs own. âNo,â he answers, blunt.
Bitty takes in the rings around Jackâs eyes, how rumpled he looks. He looks⌠human. âWhatâs wrong?â
Jack drops his eyes, and fiddles with the edge of his suit jacket. He always wears the same thing, a gray suit over a light blue shirt and black tie. It brings out the blue in his eyes, Bitty notes, and then promptly tries to forget. âDemons shouldnât⌠be on earth. This long.â
Bittyâs concerned frown gets deeper. âWhy?â
âWeâre not meant to take this long. Iâm supposed to get what I need from you, and then go back for the rest of my life.â Jack meets Bittyâs stare again. âWe only get one contract in our lives, and itâs never supposed to take this long.â
Bitty feels guilt sink in his gut, twisting his insides ragged. âOh.â He settles a hand on Jackâs cheek, and rubs a finger under Jackâs eye, as if he can smudge the circles out. âYou should have told me.â
âI didnât want to pressure you.â Jackâs eyelids flutter closed, and he lets out the smallest of sighs. âThe magic wonât work right if itâs not something you want.â
Bitty gnaws at his bottom lip, thinks. He still doesnât have an idea for a wish, and it only makes the guilt worse. âIâm sorry.â
Jack opens his eyes, but doesnât lean away, doesnât push Bittyâs hand away. âDonât be,â he whispers.
Bitty feels like theyâre on the edge of a precipice. He leans in.
Jack meets him halfway, and theyâre kissing, soft, slow. Jackâs hand finds Bittyâs hip, slides up under his shirt. Bitty cups Jackâs face, fingers curling through the strands of Jackâs hair.
And then itâs over. Jack pulls back, looking startled. He stands. âI have to go.â
Bitty reaches out a hand. âWait-â
Jackâs gone, with an audible pop, and the air is sucked out the room, leaving Bitty alone. He presses his fingertips to his lips, and thinks.
Jack doesnât come back until the day before the new semester, almost two weeks after Bitty gets back from Georgia. He looks even worse now.
âHi,â Bitty says, and hands him a plate. âTry this.â
Jack is silent, but takes the plate and sits down. He makes a noise of approval at the spongy cake, uniced but dusted with powdered sugar. âSâgood.â
Bitty smiles. âThanks.â
Jack finishes the cake, not offering up anything more until he finishes. He opens his mouth to speak, and Bitty holds up a hand. âWait.â
Jack frowns, but lets him continue. âIâve been thinking. About my wish.â
Bittyâs fingers tap against the edge of the counter. Truthfully, he hasnât stopped thinking about it since Jack left last time, running through his mind all of the possibilities. He could wish for anything in the world, and Jack would give it to him.
âDo you like hell?â
Jack lifts an eyebrow. âWhy?â
âJust answer it.â
Jack shrugs. âItâs alright. Cold.â
Bitty hums. âI want-â
Jack interrupts him this time. âYou donât.â
Bitty gives him a look, frustration creeping in. âWhat?â
âWhatever youâre about to wish for, youâre doing it because you feel guilty.â Jack stands, and meets him on the other side of the counter. Bitty had known Jack stood over him since the first time they met, but he hadnât realized how severe the height difference was until now. Jack towers. âDonât say what youâre about to say.â
Bitty steps closer, angry now. âYou canât stop me from wishing for what I want.â
Jack leans down. Over the course of the several months since Bittyâs pie incident, Jack had gone from emotionless, robotic, to something more, something emotive and less and less other. He looks angry now, and Bittyâs never seen this one. âI canât, but Iâm asking you donât.â
Bitty huffs, and pulls him down. Jack meets him easily, submitting to Bittyâs angry kiss. Bitty pulls away. âFine.â
Jackâs lips twitch into the smallest of smiles. âGood,â he says, and leans back in.
Jack stays for the longest time yet, before he says he has to go. Itâs been almost an hour of talking mixed with more, and Bitty doesnât know what to with their newfound closeness.
Jack disappears, leaving Bitty sitting on his kitchen counter, dazed, confused, and a little bit in love.
Jack comes back, again and again, but he stops asking Bitty if he has his wish. He spends longer at Bittyâs side each time, learning how to bake, watching movies.
He looks worse every day, by small increments.
Jack doesnât seem to mind, but Bittyâs guilt only grows. He canât think of a third wish, and heâs too selfish to try, because if he does, Jack will be gone, forever. Heâs told Bitty he goes back to hell, and âgets unmade,â which Jack makes sound boring. His purpose, Jack says, once filled, makes him useless, and so heâll disappear. âItâs the way demons are,â he says, false cheer in his voice.
Bittyâs terrified by the idea.
Jack stays over more and more, and falls asleep despite telling Bitty demons donât technically need to. He looks like he does, though, dark circles under his eyes almost purple, clothing in disarray, though different every time, now. Jack shows up in t-shirts more often now, and Bitty comes to find he has terrible fashion sense.
Itâs three in the morning the first time Bitty realizes heâs in love with Jack. Jackâs arm is curled around his middle, skin warm against Bittyâs bare chest, soft breath making the back of his neck tingle.
âShit,â Bitty whispers, frozen. Heâs in love with jack. He loves Jack.
Jack, who canât lattice a pie for shit, who thinks yellow running shoes and green shorts are acceptable as an outfit. Jack, whoâs laugh sounds halfway between a high pitched giggle and goose honk and is still endearing anyway.
Jack, a demon who will disappear once Bitty gives him his third wish.
Bitty starts to shake, anxiety building and choking him. He doesnât know what he wants, he canât want anything because what he wants is Jack, here, alive, and for the rest of his life.
Jack stirs beside him. âBits?â His voice is sleep rough. He props himself up on an elbow. âYâokay?â
Bitty nods, fighting back tears. âBad dream,â he mumbles, squeezing his eyes tight and trying to make his internal chant of Jack is going to disappear and youâll never see him again stop.
Jack leans down, and presses a soft kiss on Bittyâs temple. âMâsorry.â
Bitty turns in his arms, pulls him into a real kiss, and tries to put all the feeling he can into it. âItâs okay.â he whispers back, stroking a thumb down Jackâs cheek. âItâll be okay,â he says, trying to convince himself of something he knows he canât.
Bitty withdraws. He canât do this anymore, canât hurt Jack like he has been. The longer Jackâs on Earth, the more ragged he becomes., the more sleep he needs, the more food he eats. It makes him better temporarily, but Bitty knows itâs only a band-aid. He has to make a decision.
But for Bitty to end that, heâll also be ending Jack entirely. Jack begins to notice when Bitty withdraws, begins only visiting every other day, and then once a week.
Bitty makes it to finals week before he breaks. Jackâs visiting for the first time that week, and heâs pale. His hands shake, and he sounds like he has bronchitis, voice scratchy and a cough constantly lodged in the back of his throat.
Bitty breaks down, tears flooding down his cheek as he curls into a ball. Jack looks alarmed, tries to soothe Bitty in between coughs. âJack, Jack stop.â
Jack pulls back.
Bitty wipes his cheek. âWe need to talk about my wish.â
Jack sighs, and folds his hands in his lap. He looks resigned. âI know.â
Bitty draws a shaky breath inward. âI donât know what I want, but I need to want something.â
Jack nods. âI know.â
Bitty scoots closer, and twines their fingers together. âPlease, tell me what to do.â
Jack shakes his head, smothers another cough. âI canât. I canât influence you like that.â
Bitty pushes Jackâs hair from his forehead, locks their eyes. His skin is clammy. âI wish you could stay.â
Itâs like the room freezes. Jack sucks in a breath.
Itâs then Bitty realizes what heâs said. âOh, no.â Heâs panicking. âThat doesnât count, does it?â
Jack stares at him, and then gulps. âIt can. If you want it too.â
Bitty stares back, mulling it over. âWhat would that mean for you?â He canât believe he hasnât thought of this possibility, of using his wish to make Jack whole again. âWill you be sent back?â
Jack frowns. âI⌠donât know. No oneâs ever done that. No oneâs ever taken this long.â
Bitty squeezes his hand. âPlease, tell me it would work.â
âI donât know.â Jack pulls his hand back. âI have to go. Iâll⌠Iâll be back.â To the sound of Bittyâs protests, he disappears.
Bitty barely makes it through finals. His grades arenât amazing, but he graduates. His parents come up for the ceremony, but he canât even muster up enough cheer to enjoy it. He answers every question about campus, about the football team, all in a voice void of any emotion. His mom gives him worried looks all throughout, and finally pulls him aside after whatâs supposed to be a celebration dinner, but feels more like a funeral.
âHoney, whatâs wrong?â She looks concerned, in a way only a mom can. âYou just graduated, arenât you happy.â
He shrugs. âYeah. Iâm just tired, I guess.â
She smiles, sadly. âYou upset itâs over?â
Bitty winces. Heâs not upset school is over. He probably killed Jack with a careless word, and thereâs nothing he can do to get him back. âYeah,â he lies.
She pulls him into a hug. âItâll feel better eventually. You got that job at the bakery lined up, donât you?â
He nods in agreement, but doesnât think itâll ever feel better.
He pulls up a list of romantic comedies a friend from one of his economics classes had given him a while ago. Adam had said it was his âcheer upâ list, and Bitty finds himself, if not feeling better, at least distracted.
âIâm sorry I wasnât at your ceremony.â Bitty yelps, pauses the TV, and turns around. Jackâs there, behind him, dressed in another suit.
He looks the worst heâs seen yet. His skin is pallid, and he looks starved. Bittyâs eyes burn with unshed tears just looking at him.
âJack?â
Jack smiles at him, a wide smile Bittyâs never seen before, still tired, but alive. âIâm sorry I took so long. I had to do some research.â
Bitty hops off the couch, and wraps him in a tight hug, which Jack returns happily. Heâs lost weight, and Jackâs arms around him return his hug weakly.
âI canât believe youâre here.â He looks up at Jack. âHow long do you have?â
Jackâs face drops into confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
Bitty looks away. âYou have to go back, right?â
Jack puts a hand under Bittyâs chin, and tilts it upward. âTell me your last wish.â
Bitty shakes his head, eyes refusing to meet Jackâs. âI canât. Youâll be gone.â
Jack repeats himself, more forcefully. âTell me your last wish.â
Bitty shoves backward. âNo! Jack, if I do, youâll be gone.â He leans against the back of the couch, and folds his arms across his chest.
Jack kneels, and forces Bitty to look at him. His blue eyes are wide, pleading. âBitty. Bits.â He grabs Bittyâs hand. âEric. Please.â
Bitty gives up. He canât do this anymore, canât cause Jack any more pain. âI wish you could stay.â
Jack grins. Before Bittyâs eyes, Jackâs skin flushes back to a healthy tone. The exhaustion heâd been wearing like a cloak for the last few months falls off his shoulders. In less than a minute, he looks like the Jack from the first time Bitty saw him.
Bitty drops to his knees as well, takes Jackâs face in his hands. âHow?â
Jack pulls Bitty into a kiss, and if Bitty wasnât already on the ground, the sheer force of emotion wafting off Jack would have put him there. âYour wish.â
Tears spring to Bittyâs eyes, happy this time. âYou can stay?â
Jack stares at him for a second, and then nods. âFor as long as youâll have me.â
Bitty pulls him in. âForever,â he whispers.
Jack explains to him that heâd had to search through records of previous deals. There had only been one wish made before, asking for a demon to stay on Earth, after much the same situation had happened as Jack and Bittyâs. âThere was precedent for it,â Jack says to him, after telling him the story. âAll I had to do was ask.â
Apparently, not many demons fell in love with humanity (with a human, to be more specific) the way Jack had.
Jack gets more and more human as the days pass. One day he wakes up, and the faint rings of etchings into his skin, the marks that made him demon, have completely faded. Bitty hadnât been able to see them, but Jack knew what this meant. Bittyâs wish had come true.
Next Christmas, he brings Jack home, and when his aunt asks where Bitty found such a good man, they share a small, secret smile. âI wished for him,â Bitty says, and leaves it at that.
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Why is Nigeria Creating its Own Cryptocurrency?
I just read now that 1 dollar is now, 410 Naira officially all the way from 393 and from 485 to 495 on the black market. Almost 500 Naira to a dollar whew. The Governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria in an article according to Nairametrics is said to have stated that Nigeria will have its own Digital Currency. The statement reads We are committed to the CBN and I can assure everybody that Digital Currency will come to life even in Nigeria Does this mean that Nigeria will have its own coin, NGNT, Nigerian Naira Tetherhmmm I wonder where weâve heard that one before.
But what do you think, would you use a coin issued by the Central Bank of Nigeria, drop a comment below.
Iâm also going to talk about the new Dollar Limit in this video and of course, the new Naira rate as well. Howâs it going guys, its Fisayo here and welcome to another Finance Friday episode, thatâs coming not on a Friday this time. If youâre new, welcome if youâre returning, welcome back. Please hit that like button so more people can see the analysis were about to share here and of course, if this video is useful to you at all, just tap that like button.
Without further ado, letâs jump right into the video.
Okay, first things first, Is Nigeria going to be issuing a digital currency of its own. That is a huge deal if that goes through. One major country that is testing the waters in China. The idea of the Chinese digital currency is that itâs issued by their Central Bank. The major thing this will create is that China now has the ability to monitor the economy to a tee and, well you guessed it, monitor the people.
This is everything that Bitcoin stands against. Itâs however not shocking to many analysts because of what is usually termed the Great Digital Firewall of China. Western Social Media apps like Twitter and many others donât work there and to reroute it and use is even illegal. They have their own version of most services so it only makes sense that they went this route. Its also fascinating that China has according to unofficial statistics, about 70% of the virtual currency mining space or crypto mining.
This is also why the prices of these currencies shift drastically when something happens in China like bitcoin bans or mining crackdowns and of. Course Elon Musk. This even makes the volatility that cryptocurrencies have even more.
Nigeria famously banned bitcoin, Iâve mentioned it countless times in the series and I made a 2-part video about it which Iâll link below. Now, just slightly over 2 months later, we see that the Central Bank is saying that Nigeria should have a digital currency of its own.
I took to Twitter to ask what you guys thought and the feedback was quite interesting. The majority of the people mentioned that they wouldnât want that especially considering they could be tracked and some people think that it would help since we can trace nearly all transactions. We can even trace government transactions but while that seems like a good thing, we donât know for sure that this Digital overhaul is possible especially considering the statistics of people in the country that is banked or the number of active bank accounts in Nigeria being as much as 111 million.
Keep in mind that this isnât 111 million people but 111 million bank accounts. The estimate from 2019 puts it that 73 million people had bank accounts then but of course, because of the surge in accounts being opened in 2020 due to the pandemic, itâs safe to say that its most likely close to 100 million or according to Guardian, 49% of Nigerians having bank account meaning 1 in every 2 people in Nigeria have a bank account.
The statistics even looks a little more out of place for a digital currency happening in Nigeria when you consider that again, only 40% of the Nigeria population can access the internet via a mobile phone, and letâs not even talk about proper smartphone penetration in Nigeria or how many people have access or would willingly be open up to a system like this. The implications for a digital currency in Nigeria can seriously help the Nigerian economy in a way that thereâs transparency but the adverse effect or the disadvantage can come from the very top if itâs heavily centralized and people are penalized for using money.
It will be very easy for the central bank to block a personâs account that it doesnât like. Also if the central bank is issuing digital currencies or better still if one entity is issuing it and it can go from there directly to the customer, the role of commercial banks might be affected but thatâs an extreme case. Speaking of extreme cases, it could also widen the gap between rich and poor, good old inequality and at the same time it could have serious effects on the exchange rate and there would be crazier pump and dump schemes.
But I want to know what your thoughts are about the whole thing guys, let me know just leave a comment below if you think youâd love a Digital Naira and also if it even makes sense to consider.
If youâre finding this video useful so far, alike would really be appreciated as well. Speaking of the exchange rate. The Naira is now officially 410 Naira to $1, it was 393 before, and now, food prices have skyrocketed like crazy in Nigeria, restaurants have added 100 to as much as 500 Naira on almost every single food item. I bought one tiny piece of meat for 500 Naira.
A dollar pretty much. *Face Palm* Hey guys, itâs Fisayo here andOn a much lighter note. One of the leading banks in Nigeria, First Bank has launched its new website. Iâm a designer and I thought it would only make sense to share. It actually looks visually appealing both on mobile and even on the web.
Iâm on the go a lot, I frequently use my phone and the experience with the website is more modern and super easy on the eyes with different micro-interactions here and there.
You can, of course, log in and do your online banking, and the new website even lets you browse in your own preferred language and you can see a drop-down regardless of the platform. Whether itâs personal banking, business banking, and even private banking, all the functionality is right at your fingertips and easy to access. Do check out the new website displayed right here or with the link in the description of this video. Also, drop a comment below if youâre a first bank user.
Iâd love to know what your thought are. Thank you for watching, Iâll see you at the next one. Alright back to the video. If youâve been following my Finance Friday series, you would see that Iâve covered inflation in Nigeria and how we got to this point where now weâre almost at 500 Naira to 1 dollar. Itâs a good watch and I recommend you check out that video, I also talked about some things you can do to stay on top of saving and investing considering how everything seems to be shifting.
One of the things I recommended a lot to people who were considering saving in a currency like a dollar or pounds for instance was to open a domiciliary account. A domiciliary account is basically an account of a foreign currency that exists or is domiciled in your home country. So you can walk into a bank that you have an existing account with, open a dollar, pounds, or euro account. What youâll need are 2 references who also have current accounts in other banks or better still the same bank? There are many functions of an account like that and one thing it can help you with is if you want to pay school fees for instance, or if you travel and you want to use a card that is dollar-based and not has to worry about the currency rate.
The CBN silently has put out a policy that you cannot deposit more than $5,000 to your own domiciliary bank account in a month over the counter. Why? The main reason according to analysts for this move is that it would help the Naira currency so that people that are speculating on the dollar and putting pressure on the Naira would stop.
You see right now in Nigeria, there are 2 markets for our currency. Thereâs the bank rate at 410 and the parallel market aka black market rate at 495.
This means thereâs a huge 80 Naira gap in between. So for instance, if someone got a dollar, letâs say 1,000 dollars at 410,000 at the bank and they want to change it to Naira at the black market, they sell at 495,000 making a total of 80,000 of course this is next to impossible because banks donât give ordinary people at that anyway.
Itâs reserved for school fees, travelers, and the likes and thereâs even a limit to how much you can get for travelers I believe itâs $4,000. Although not many people use Domiciliary accounts, the few who do have complained that itâs hindering a lot and it is because to imagine if youâre a small business and you have to buy somethings abroad. The Naira cards already have little hope because the limit is $100 per month so you canât do anything, now the limit for your dollar is $5,000 to even deposit to your account to pay and you would have to wait for a whole month before that limit expires.
It would definitely hinder someone like that however, itâs a policy, and in the long run, itâs generally for the benefit of the entire economy. But again Id loves to know your thoughts on this. Do you have a domiciliary account? Are you bothered by the $5,000 limit or do you think itâs a good thing that theyâve done? If you found this video useful so far, do hit that like button and also hit that subscribe button alongside the bell icon beside it to turn on notifications so youâll be the first to know when we drop a new video.
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Last:
1. Drink - Water
2. Phone call - My best friend to tell me to answer her text
3. Text message - My best friend
4. Song you listened to - H.E.R.-Avenue
5. Time you cried - I was watching If I stay for the tenth time on Saturday and still cried
Ever:
6. Dated someone twice? - No
7. Kissed someone and you regretted it-it was more of a âoh fuck now each time I see I gotta act like this never happenedâ
8. Been cheated on - No
9. Lost someone special - thankfully no
10. Been depressed - Happy to say that Iâve never been
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - Nope
Favorite Colors:
12. Burgundy
13. Every pastel color you could think of
14. And black because yeah I think black is a color
In the last year have you:
15. Made new friends - YEESSS
16. Fallen out of love - Never been in love so I couldnât fall out of it
17. Laughed until you cried - Too many timesđ
18. Found out someone was talking about you - Yup
19. Met someone who changed you - Yes
20. Found out who your friends are - Pretty much
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - I havenât used Facebook in a while so no
General:
22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - Well I should know all of them
23. Do you have any pets - I have a parrot and letâs say weâre not best friends:))I really want a dog tho
24. Do you want to change your name - I love actually love my name cause Iâve never met someone with the same name
25. What did you do for your last birthday - Party with my friends
26. What time did you wake up today - 7:00am Kill me already
27. What were you doing at midnight last night - Watching Lie to me because apparently I think I can survive with 4 hours of sleep per nightâşď¸
28. What is something you canât wait for - I have to take a really important exam so I canât wait for that ti be over
29. What are you listening to right now - H.E.R.-Avenue*yeah I have it on repeat because why not listen it till I canât stand it anymoreâ:))
30. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - I havenât
31. Something thatâs getting on your nerves - When I talk to someone and they donât pay attention
32. Most visited website - Youtube and Tumblr
33. Hair color - Dark brown
34. Long or short hair - Quite long
35. Do you have a crush on someone - Everyone knows the answer to this question I mean if I didnât have a crush on the twins I wouldnât be writing this rn:))
36. What do you like about yourself - The fact that I donât really care what others think about me
37. Want any piercings - Needles kinda scare me so
38. Blood type - I have no idea
39. Nicknames - Theyâre embarassing so letâs not get into thatđ
40. Relationship status - Well today is Valentineâs day and I am still single yup
41. Zodiac - Pisces
42. Pronouns - She/Her
43. Favorite TV show - I donât knooow rn I have a mini obsession with Lie to me so I guess that one
44. Tattoos - I donât have any
45. Right or left handed - Right
47. Ever had surgery - Nope
48. Piercings - My ears
49. Sport - I am literaly the least active person
50. Vacation - I love going to the beach
51. Trainers - Idk
More general:
52. Eating - Pizza
53. Drinking - Water
54. I am about to watch - I just took a break from writing this because I got a notification about the Dolan twinsâ video sooo
55. Waiting for - Next Tuesdayđ
56. Want - I want a lot of things
57. Get married - Maybe after 10 more years:))
58. Career - Law/Psychology
Which is better:
59. Hugs or kisses - Depends
60. Lips or eyes - EYES
61. Shorter or taller - Taller
62. Older or younger - Older
63. Nice arms or stomach - Hard decision
64. Hookup or relationship - Relationship
65. Troublemaker or hesitant - A little bit of both
Have you ever:
66. Kissed a stranger - No
67. Drank hard liquor - I donât drink
68. Lost glasses - YES and the wort part is that you need your glasses to find your glasses
69. Turned someone down - I donât like doing it but yes
70. Sex on first date - No
71. Broken someones heart - I donât think so
72. Had your heart broken - No
73. Been arrested - Almost:))
74. Cried when someone died - No one close to me has ever died and Iâm grateful
75. Fallen for a friend - Had a crush
Do you believe in:
76. Yourself - If you donât believe in yourself than in who?
77. Miracle - They happen
78. Love at first sight - not love, attraction yes
79. Santa Claus - Never really believed in him as a child even though my parents tried to convince me heâs real
80. Kiss on a first date - Depends on the person
81. Angels - Why not
Other:
82. Best friend name: Canât really say it on here
83. Eye color - Brown *boring ik*
84. Favorite movie - Depends on my mood cause sometimes I like to cry sometimes I like to laugh canât choose one
85. Favorite actor- young Leonardo DiCaprio I mean how can you not love him
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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? yao
2. Are you outgoing or shy? depends how I feel and the situation usually lean towards outgoing but I have my moments of shyness
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? my friends and my mum
4. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? I donât like anyone but Iâm sure my friends would
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?                        charming and witty
7. Do you think youâll be in a relationship two months from now? doubt it
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Jesus......???? haha no one
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? nah it is perfectly natural
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? yao
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? âYeah itâs insaneâ
12. What are your 5 favourite songs right now? Taylor Swift - betty                                               Taylor Swift - The last great american dynasty                          The Heads and the Heart - Rivers and Roads                       Rusted Root - Send Me On My Way                                 Machine Gun Kelly & Halsey - forget me too
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? eh sometimes it can be nice sometimes I can only think about dirty hands on my hair
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? yeah sure
15. What good thing happened this summer? I finally started my driving lessons and overcame my fear
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? eh if it happens it happens but if not Iâll live
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? I hope so
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? nope
19. Do you like bubble baths? yep
20. Do you like your neighbours? yep theyâre chill
21. What are your bad habits? nosiness
22. Where would you like to travel? Hawaii, Japan, China, Vietnam, Philippines, Australia, America, Canada literally EVERYWHERE!!!Â
23. Do you have trust issues? ehhhh I have issues but idk if trust is my main one
24. Favourite part of your daily routine? making lunch and a smoothie yum
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my hips and thighs like why are you so big!!!!
26. What do you do when you wake up? check my phone for the time
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? just a lil tan wouldnât hurt... a nice golden glow yenno
28. Who are you most comfortable around? myself
29. Have any of your exâs told you they regret breaking up? nope! whoops haha
30. Do you ever want to get married? possibly
31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? yes 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Saoirse Ronan and Timothee ChalametÂ
33. Spell your name with your chin. bnzrerejketr (no where near)
34. Do you play sports? What sports? netball
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? surprisingly tv... music has been a solace in the pandemic and canât give it up
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? ofc
37. What do you say during awkward silences? nothing just let the awkwardness seep inÂ
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? thinks I am witty and charming ahah
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? asos... I guess I shop on instead of in
40. What do you want to do after high school? go to uni. check! now what? who knows
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? depends if there are people waiting for their first
42. If youâre being extremely quiet what does it mean? Iâm daydreaming
43. Do you smile at strangers? more like I try to have a neutral face
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ocean forever
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? daylight
46. What are you paranoid about? being boring
47. Have you ever been high? yep
48. Have you ever been drunk? yep
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? no???
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? pink
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Jane Fonda
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? my metabolism, it is so slow
53. Favourite makeup brand? nars and urban decay
54. Favourite store? asos
55. Favourite blog? ?????
56. Favourite colour? red
57. Favourite food? chinese
58. Last thing you ate? chocolate covered raisins
59. First thing you ate this morning? fish finger wrap
60. Ever won a competition? For what? yes!!! I won tickets to see hamilton in 2018 for my friend and I (!!!!!!) when I got the notification that I won I was shaking with excitement
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? nope
62. Been arrested? For what? nope
63. Ever been in love? I have loved, but in love? who knows
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I donât remember it tbh haha
65. Are you hungry right now? Iâm chilling
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? nope
67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter
68. Twitter or Tumblr? Twitter
69. Are you watching tv right now? nope
70. Names of your pets (If any)? used to have rabbits called, bonnie, pip and Barnaby but the first two past away and we had to re house the latter
71. Craving something? What? nah
72. What colour are your towels? sandy brown and pink
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? uno
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? nope
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? i used to have around 20 but now theyâre down to 5 kept in a memory box
75. Favourite animal? dolphin
76. What colour is your underwear? black
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? coffee
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?                               pink
80. What colour pants? navy blue
81. Favourite tv show? gilmore girls, grace and frankie and the office (us)
82. Favourite movie? Bridget Jonesâs Diary
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Kevin G haha
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Bruce
87. First person you talked to today? padre
88. Last person you talked to today? padre
89. Name a person you hate? my old estate agent
90. Name a person you love? family
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? nope
92. In a fight with someone? nope
93. How many sweatpants do you have? one purple pair and theyâre so baggy and comfy I love them
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 2 - first is pink from glossier and the second is purple from hilfigerÂ
95. Last movie you watched? easy a
96. Favourite actress? saoirse ronan
97. Favourite actor? timothee chalamet
98. Do you tan a lot? not as much as Iâd like
99. Have any pets? only fish
100. How are you feeling? sleepy
101. Do you type fast? ish
102. Do you regret anything from your past? that I didnât learn to drive at 17
103. Can you spell well? I like to think so
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? nah
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? hmmm donât think so
106. Ever broken someoneâs heart? maybe
107. Have you ever been on a horse? yes
108. What should you be doing? sleeping
109. Is something irritating you right now? my back
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? yes
111. Do you have a full length mirror in your room? yes
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my family probably
113. What was your childhood nickname? H
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? yep
115. Do you play the Wii? not anymore
116. Are you listening to music right now? yep - Taylor Swift, the archer
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? yep
118. Do you like Chinese food? love
119. Favourite book? Ian McEwan Atonement
120. Are you afraid of the dark? not anymore
121. Are you mean? I try not to be
122. Is cheating ever okay? nah
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? yep
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? no more like lust at first sight
125. Do you believe in true love? for sure
126. Are you currently bored? ofc
127. What makes you happy? socialising, shopping, drinking
128. Would you change your name? probably not
129. What your zodiac sign? aquarius
130. Do you like subway? yepÂ
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? he wouldnât, he is 110% gay
132. Whoâs the last person you called? Betty but she didnât answerÂ
133. Favourite lyrics right now? âIâm only 17, I donât know anything but I know I miss youâ - betty, Taylor Swift
134. Can you count to one million? nope and I wouldnât care to try
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? that I owned a horse, no I didnât, I just went riding
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed
137. How tall are you? 5â˛5
138. Curly or Straight hair? wavy
139. Brunette or Blonde? blonde
140. Summer or Winter? winter
141. Night or Day? night
142. Favourite month? september
143. Are you a vegetarian? nope
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? dark
145. Tea or Coffee? tea
146. Was today a good day? it was average
147. Mars or Snickers? snickers
148. Whatâs your favourite quote? âEverything will be okay in the end. If itâs not okay then itâs not the endâ - Best Exotic Marigold Hotel movie
149. Do you believe in ghosts? nah
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, whatâs the first line on that page? âTwo years later, in spite of her doctorâs warnings, mother took a final stab at having a sonâ My Life So Far, Jane FondaÂ
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Do 1-100 and Iâll send booty pics
1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?
You can say that
2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
Forgive but never forget
3: What do you think of when you hear the word âmeow?â
Cats?
4: Whatâs something you really want right now?
To stop feeling the way I do, I guess
5: Are you afraid of falling in love?
Its the falling out part usually
6: Do you like the beach?
Yes
7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
Yea
8: Whatâs the background on your cell?
My crush, so its not super weird, she knows and is 100% okay with it
9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?
,Mine, Shawns, technically Eulissas, and um and my old studios one
10: Do you like your phone?
It does me well so far, but I do want to upgrade
11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?
Its only day 6 into this new year, so the plan was just madeÂ
12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?
My friendâs new number
13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?
Im okay with a poodle.
14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
Emotional
15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?
Art Museum
16: Are you tired?
Fucking always
17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?
12 years now
18: Are they a relative?
Nope, but heâs definitely closer than most of my familyÂ
19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?
Yikes in my Nikes! Nah
20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?
A couple of days ago
21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?
Iâd wait for her to be ready first, marriage is a big thing
22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
No
23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?
None
24: Is there a certain quote you live by?
Not that I can think of a t the moment
25: Whatâs on your mind?
Alot but usually her :D
26: Do you have any tattoos?
Two, a lotus on my calf and a backpack on my forearmÂ
27: What is your favorite color?
Purple
28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
Im not sure but I have a hunch
29: Who are you texting?
My friend whom I call, Bubblegum
30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?
Stop this, yes lol
31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?
I asked you stop asking about exes haha
32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
Most of them?
33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
I think so, but dat virgo moon doe
34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
I think so?
35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?
Ok?
36: Were you single on Valentines Day?
Most likely going to be
37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?
Nope
38: What do your friends call you?
Mostly by name, but some call me Panda
39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?
When theres Emotions and Alcohol mixed, it happens
40: Have you ever cried over a text?
Yee
41: Whereâs your last bruise located?
Fuck if I remember
42: What is it from?
N/A
43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?
Like two days ago
44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
My mother
45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?
No, I get one pair and just stick to them
46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?
Sometimes
47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?
No
48: Do you make supper for your family?
No
49: Does your bedroom have a door?
Yes
50: Top 3 web-pages?
Im just gunna go with the top 3 used, Youtube, Twitch, Tumblr
51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?
Me
52: Does anything on your body hurt?
My knee tbh haha
53: Are goodbyes hard for you?
Usually
54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?
An alcoholic orange soda
55: How is your hair?
Hair-y?
56: What do you usually do first in the morning?
Hate myself?Â
57: Do you think two people can last forever?
Yes
58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?
Yes
59: Green or purple grapes?
Puple
60: Whenâs the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?
Look at #28
61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
Yea
62: When will be the next time you text someone?
I know for a fact in a few hours lol
63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?
Hanging with the person Id be texting in #62
64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.
Getting a ride home
65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
This time last year, umm, I dont remember
66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
Yea
67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?
No
68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
I dont rmemeber
69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
Yea
70: How many windows are open on your computer?
! window, 2 tabs
71: How many fingers do you have?
All 10
72: What is your ringtone?
For The Damaged Coda by Blonde Redhead, but my notification tone is Cuccos from Link to the Past
73: How old will you be in 5 months?
Nobody likes you when youre 23
74: Where is your Mum right now?
In the Kitchen
75: Why arenât you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?
She deiced my friend was a better choiceÂ
76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?
No
77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?
Most of them
78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?
God there were two friends, Katie and Ari
79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?
A few lolÂ
80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?
Yes
81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?
One
82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?
No
83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
Most likely
84: Youâre drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, youâre with?
Noone becasue I dont
85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?
I would, but on the other hand, depends what it is?
86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?
My friend went to Northern Lights before hand, Im just cant remeber what they bought
87: Who was your last received call from?
My mom
88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?
Probs
89: What is something you wish you had more of?
Yes
90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?
Yes
91: Do you sleep with your window open?
Its 4F, its cold enough with it closed
92: Do you get along with girls?
Yea
93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
Not that I know of
94: Does sex mean love?
Not all the time
95: Youâre locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?
Yikeis in my Nikes!
96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?
No
97: Did you sleep alone this week?
Yes
98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?
I think so
99: Do you believe in love at first sight?
I mean, if the story works out that way, one can hope
100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?
Iâm not sure
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May I be pampered with a little drabble? 73 + Yusuke? â¤
73 (âIs there a reason youâre naked in my bed?â) + Yusuke
Slightly Dirty
Yusuke came home a little bit late than usual. He was held back by classmates and teachers asking him about his latest masterpiece. He had gotten much more famous since the Phantom Thieves had made their final heist. His art had finally began to reach itâs blooming point.Â
Fame always did interfere with the relationship, not to an extreme extent however. It kept him out late for dates and events, often leaving you stranded in a restaurant or a theater. It did upset you of course, but you understood that your partner was busy. However, it did annoy you how heâd make you wait to surprise him.
You have been lying bare in his sheets since the sun came down, and your lover hasnât returned. He seemed to have forgotten that it was a planned night, and completely ignored the message you sent him. It has been hours, and you have already spent most of the night watching a terribly filmed sitcom. Just as you received no response from Yusuke, you didnât plan on acting on your plans that night.Â
The clock strikes at 11 oâclock when the door opens, revealing a calm violet haired man. His eyes were closed, unable to notice the bare body on his sheets. âIâm home, love--â As soon as he closed the door, he opened his eyes. His body is frozen in surprise as he began to blink innocently.
âIs there a reason you are naked in my bed?â You couldâve sworn that your eye twitched. Your lips curled up into a scowl as you send the man a glare. âOh, I wonder why?â You retorted back in a fiery tone, immediately taking the covers and shielding yourself from his eyes. It was evident that you were angry with his clueless thoughts. A sigh left your lips as you turn on your side, facing the balcony.
It suddenly hits Yusuke as soon as he checks that extra notification on his phone, a message stating that you were waiting for him at home. His calm demeanor doesnât falter as he quietly crept to your side, slipping under the covers. The cold aura radiating off your body scares him, reminding him of the times he met Makotoâs wrath. âI apologize for taking up your time.â He said in an apologetic tone.
That alone was enough to make your heart simmer, but it wasnât enough to make you forgive him entirely. âItâs fine.â You replied halfheartedly, rather disappointed that your efforts had gone to waste. Suddenly, you feel a shuffling of cloth until you discover that the sheets that covered your body had been pulled off.
âForgive me, my love. I had tested your patience far too many times.â You looked down to find Yusuke laying kisses all over your abdomen, making their way up your torso.
âPlease, let me take care of you.â
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Iâm tagging : @cassiancalore @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks @nessiansmut @highladyofnorta @dr-woodsprite @highladyofdreamcourt @throne-of-omg-the-feels @aelin-and-feyre @paperbacktrash @feysandsmut @azuremirwae@lovely-starfall @ablackbirdsinging @readinglikewildfire @wingsofanillyrian@dirtyhandsnet @modernbookfae @lronteeth @illyriangoddess @highlady-casandra
The last âŚÂ
1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: My Boyfriend 3. Text message: My best friend I think? 4. Song you listened to: Ties by Years & Years 5. Time you cried: Pretty sure last night while I was watching something, my memoryâs super hazy right now   Â
6. Dated someone twice: Yes
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Eh..Kind of? In the sense that it wasnât that great of a kiss
8. Been cheated on: Nope 9. Lost someone special: No 10. Been depressed: Gotten close, but no 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nah
In the last year have you âŚ
15. Made new friends: Yes 16. Fallen out of love: Yep 17. Laughed until you cried: Definitely 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes 19. Met someone who changed you: More like...enhanced me. In a good way. 20. Found out who your friends are: Yep 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yes 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Maximum of them 23. Do you have any pets: No 24. Do you want to change your name: Probably not 25. What did you do for your last birthday: Went out with my friends to a burger joint and Iâm not spilling the rest here xD 26. What time did you wake up: 1:45 pm 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Probably talking to the girls and watching Jane the Virgin 28. Name something you canât wait for: MY BOYFRIEND TO BE HOME IN 2 DAYS YAYY!! 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 5 hours ago-ish? 31. What are you listening to right now: The sounds of my Whatsapp notifications 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: No 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Nothing, currently. 34. Most visited website: Tumblr and Facebook 35. Hair colour: Black 36. Long or short hair: Medium? 37. Do you have a crush on someone: Do fictional people count? Then plenty.
38. What do you like about yourself: My "looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon rollâ personality......most of the time. 39. Piercings: One on each ear. HOLY SHIT THIS REMINDS ME, I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET MY NOSE PIERCED 40. Blood type: O+ 41. Nickname: Technically, Labonno is my nickname. But Bonbon, Ibti, Lab etc 42. Relationship status: In a Relationship 43. Zodiac: Sagittarius 44. Pronouns: She/Her 45. Favourite TV Show: F.R.I.E.N.D.S 46. Tattoos: Nope 48. Surgery: No 49. Piercing: Ears (See above) 50. Sport: Iâm not a sports-y person. But if I had to choose, Football to watch, Basketball to play 51. Vacation: So many places in Europe 52. Pair of trainers: I donât think I own one 53. Eating: I just really want cheesecake right now. 54. Drinking: I want tea 55. Iâm about to: Hopefully grab some food 57. Want: TO EAT 58. Get married: Someday 59. Career: Still a student but either a Psychologist, Author or work in editing and publishing 60. Hugs or Kisses: Both 61. Lips or Eyes: Eyes 62. Shorter or Taller: Taller 63. Older or Younger: Older 64. Nice arms or Nice stomach: Nice arms 65. Hook up or Relationship: Both works, depending on what I want 66. Troublemaker or Hesitant: A good mix of both 67. Kissed a stranger: Nope 68. Drank hard liquor: Yeah, like, once. 69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes 70. Turned someone down: Yep 72. Broken someoneâs heart: Yeah 73. Had your heart broken: With books, everyday. Irl, nah. 74. Been arrested: No 75. Cried when someone died: Yes 76. Fallen for a friend: No
Do you believe in âŚ
77. Yourself: Yes 78. Miracles: Depends on the day 79. Love at first sight: Not even a bit 80. Santa Claus: No 81. Kiss on the first date: Depends on the date 82. Angels: Occasionally?
OtherÂ
83. Current best friendâs name: Oriha ( @azuremirwae ) and Luiza ( @cassiancalore ) <33 84. Eye colour: Dark brown 85. Favourite movie: I have no idea honestly
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Is Social Media Hurting Your Mental Health? | Bailey Parnell | TEDxRyersonU
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Is Social Media Hurting Your Mental Health? | Bailey Parnell | TEDxRyersonU
Translator: MARIA TIAKA Reviewer: Peter van de Ven i am fat. Wow, iâm fats. Sheâs best nineteen years historic, what am I doing with my existence? Good day! Two likes! Exceptional. Do i admire this photo? Does she relatively want extra likes? I hope iâm going to be invited to the marriage ceremony. Another like, exceptional! Welcome to the inner monologue of a average social media scroll. A monologue that so many people have day-to-day, however we do not believe about it, we do not talk about it.In fact, many of us cannot even respect it going down. Iâm Bailey Parnell, and i will speak about the unintended consequences social media is having for your intellectual wellness. I will exhibit you what is stressing you out day-to-day, what it is doing to you, and how you can craft a better expertise for yourself on-line. Simply over a 12 months ago, my sister and i took a 4-day trip to Jasper, Alberta. This was the primary no-work trip I had taken in 4 years. On this trip, I used to be going dark. I was turning on airplane mode, no e-mail and no social media. The primary day there, I was once still experiencing phantom vibration syndrome. Thatâs the place you suppose your phone went off, and you determine and it didnât.I was checking often. I used to be distracted in dialog. I was seeing these beautiful points of interest Jasper needed to present, and my first response used to be to take out my telephone and post it on social. But of direction it wasnât there. The 2d day was somewhat bit less difficult. You probably pondering iâm ridiculous, however I hadnât been totally disconnected in over 4 years. This was close to a brand new expertise again. It wasnât unless the fourth day I used to be there that I used to be sooner or later comfortable with out my mobilephone. I was once sitting with my sister, literally on the side of this mountain, once I started thinking to myself: "whatâs social media doing to me? Whatâs it doing to my peers?" That was once most effective 4 days, and it was anxiety-inducing, it was traumatic and it resulted in withdrawals. That is once I began to ask questions and have due to the fact started my graspâs study into this discipline. Iâve worked in social marketing particularly in bigger education for many of my career. That suggests I work with plenty of 18- to 24-yr-olds, which additionally happens to be essentially the most active demographic on social media.The other thing you have got to know about me is that i am young sufficient to have grown up with social media, but just ancient sufficient to be able to seriously interact with it in a method that twelve-year-old me most often couldnât. My life is social media: individually, professionally and academically. If it used to be doing this to me, what used to be it doing to each person else? I immediately discovered I wasnât on my own.The core for collegiate mental health found that the highest three diagnoses on school campuses are anxiety, melancholy and stress. Numerous stories from the USA, Canada, the united kingdom, you title it, have linked this excessive social media use with these excessive stages of anxiety and depression. However the frightening factor is that top social media use is nearly everyone i know: my buddies, my family, my colleagues. 90% of 18- to 29-yr-olds are on social media. We spend on average two hours a day there. We do not even eat for 2 hours a day. 70% of the Canadian populace is on social media.Our voter turnout is not even 70%. Something we do that traditionally is valuable of primary observation. Some thing we spend this much time doing has lasting effects on us. So let me introduce you to 4 of the most common stressors on social media, that if go unchecked have talents to grow to be full-blown mental wellbeing problems, and that is not ever an exhaustive list. Number one: the highlight Reel. Identical to in sporting events, the spotlight reel is a group of the great and brightest moments.Social media is our individual spotlight reel. Itâs where we put up our wins, or when we look best, or when we are out with pals and family. However we battle with insecurity due to the fact we evaluate our in the back of-the-scenes with every person elseâs spotlight reels. We are consistently comparing ourselves to others. Yes, this was happening before social media, with television and famous person, however now itâs going down all the time, and itâs directly linked to you. A ideal example I came across in preparation for this talk is my friend on trip: âbrb, nap âŚâ (Laughter) âWait, why cannot I afford a trip? Why am I just sitting here in my PJâs observing Netflix? I wish to be on a seashore.â here is the thing, i do know her very well.I knew this was once out of the usual for her. I knew she was by and large drowning in schoolwork. But we believe, âWho wishes to look that?â The highlights are what persons wish to see. Correctly, when your highlights do good, you encounter the 2d stressor on social media. Which is quantity two: Social forex. Identical to the greenback, a forex is actually something we use to attribute value to a just right or service. In social media, these likes, the comments, the shares have end up this form of social currency in which we attribute worth to anything. In marketing, we call it the âeconomic climate of awarenessâ. Everything is competing in your concentration, and while you provide anything a like or a section of that finite awareness, it becomes a recorded transaction attributing value.Which is high-quality if you are selling albums or apparel. The trouble is that in our social media, weâre letting others attribute value to us. You already know any one or are anyone that has taken down a picture seeing that it did not take as many likes as you idea it will. Iâm going to admit, iâve been proper there with you. We took our product off the shelf on account that it wasnât promoting speedy sufficient. That is altering our sense of identification. Weâre tying up our self-valued at of what others consider about us and then we are quantifying it for every body to see. And we are obsessed. We have got to get that selfie simply right, and we will take 300 photographs to be certain. Then we will wait for the perfect time to put up. Weâre so obsessed we now have biological responses after we are not able to take part.Which leads me to the third stressor on social media. Quantity three: F.O.M.O. It can be a mild phrase we now have all thrown around. F.O.M.O., or the âfear of missing outâ, is an actual social anxiousness from the fear that youâre lacking a potential connection, occasion, or opportunity. A collection of Canadian Universities found that 7/10 scholars mentioned theyâd eliminate their social networking debts if it were not for fear of being left âout of the loopâ.Out of curiosity, what number of persons here have, or have regarded deactivating your social. That is nearly everyone. That F.O.M.O. You believe, the spotlight reels, the social foreign money, those are all results of a slightly ânaturalâ social media expertise. But what if occurring social daily was once a terrifying experience? Where you now not simply question your self-worth but you question your defense? Possibly the worst stressor on social media is quantity 4: online Harassment. 40% of online adults have skilled on-line harassment. 73% have witnessed it. The unlucky truth is that it is so much worse and much more likely in case you are a lady, LGBTQ, a man or woman of color, muslim â I consider you get the point. The difficulty is that within the information we are seeing these gigantic reviews: The 18-year-ancient Tyler Clementi, who took his life after his roommate secretly filmed him kissing one more man and outed him on Twitter. We see women like Anita Sarkeesian being virtually shamed of the internet and sent death and rape threats for sharing their feminism. We see these stories as soon as itâs too late. What concerning the day-to-day online harassment? What about that unpleasant snapchat you despatched your pal with the intention of it being private, and now it is up on facebook? âAnd so? It is just one photo, it is funny.â âjust one mean remark, no longer a tremendous deal.â but when these micro moments happen again and again, over time, that is when weâve a macro challenge.We must recognize these daily circumstances as good. Because if they go unchecked and the consequences unnoticed, weâre going to have many more Tyler Clementis. The effects are not continuously handy to recognize. How many of youâve observed the notifications at the prime of my display? How many of you, like me, are stricken that theyâre now not checked? Adequate, let me check them for you. (Sighs) ok! Just one small instance of what this may do to you. Probably you quite simply can not focus on account that your notifications are going off the manage, and also you must determine. That need, eventually turns into dependancy. Related to social media, weâre already experiencing impairment similar to substance dependencies. With each like, you get a shot of that feel-just right chemical, dopamine. You obtain extra of that social currency. So what will we do to think just right? We verify likes â simply another time.We publish â simply another time. Weâre anxious if we shouldnât have entry. Doesnât that sound like every drug you could have ever heard of? Yeah! So when that grows, when your social media use goes unconfronted overtime, thatâs after we see the rising stages of nervousness and melancholy: the F.O.M.O. The distractions, the highlight reels, the comparisons; it is quite a bit, and it is always! The Canadian organization of mental well being observed that grades 7-12 pupils who spent two hours a day on social media stated better phases of nervousness, melancholy and suicidal ideas. For those of you doing the math, that is as younger as twelve years historical. Right here is the article, i love social media. I do, I find it irresistible. Hearing what Iâve stated in these days might make you consider i would like you to get off of it. However i donât. I do not suppose itâs going at any place, so iâm no longer going to waste my time telling you to spend less time on social media. Frankly, i do not believe absence is an choice anymore.However that doesnât mean you canât practice âtrustworthy socialâ. Everything iâve talked about in these days has nothing and the whole lot to do with social media. I mean, social media is neither excellent nor unhealthy. It can be just the most contemporary instrument we use to do what weâve got perpetually achieved: inform stories and communicate with every other. You would not blame Samsung tv for a nasty tv show. Twitter doesnât make persons write hateful posts. Once we talk about this dark part of social media, what we really speak about is the darkish side of people. That dark side that makes harassers harass; that insecurity that makes you are taking down a photograph you have been excited to share. That dark facet that looks at a snapshot of a glad loved ones and wonders why yours does no longer seem like that.In order mother and father, as educators, as friends, as bosses this dark facet is what we must center of attention on. We want preventative tactics and coping tactics so that you probably have your low days â considering you will â when you are questioning your self-worth, you under no circumstances get as little as Tyler Clementi â and the various others like him. âok, Bailey, how do you in finding social media well being?â hereâs the good news: Recognising a hindrance is the first step to fixing it. So hearing this talk is simply that, the 1st step: recognise the concern. You know the vigor of advice, when any individual tells you about some thing and also you seeing it all over. That is why awareness is vital. Considering that now youâll at the least be better able to understand these effects if and after they occur to you. The 2nd factor you will do is audit your social media eating regimen. The equal means we screen what goes into our mouth, reveal something goes into your head and coronary heart.Ask your self: âDid that fb scroll make me feel better or worse off?â âHow regularly do I definitely examine likes?â âWhy am I responding this method to that photo?â Then ask your self if you are joyful with the outcome. You probably and thatâs adequate! But when youâre now not, transfer on to step three. Create a better on-line experience. After my associate did his audit, he realised his self-valued at was too tied up in social media, but principally celebrities reminding him of the things he did not have. So he unfollowed all manufacturers and all celebrities. That labored for him. But it could now not be celebrities for you. For me, I needed to purge different folks off my timeline. Let me let you know a secret. You do not ought to follow your âassociatesâ.In actual fact that often our associates, or the persons now we have on facebook as a courtesy, they simply suck on-line! You find yourself on this passive-aggressive reputation battle you didnât even comprehend used to be happening. Or you might be watching at 50 images of the equal live performance from the equal attitude. (Laughter) if you wish to follow artists, or comedians, or cats, you are able to do that. The last factor youâre going to do is mannequin just right behaviour. Offline weâre taught to not bully different kids within the playground. Weâre taught to appreciate others and treat them how they deserve. We are taught not to kick others when theyâre down, or have the benefit of their downfalls. Social media is a software. A tool that can be used for just right, for more confident companies, for revolutions, for placing grumpy cat in Disney films.(Laughs) internet is a bizarre position. Is social media hurting your intellectual well being? The reply is: it doesnât ought to. Social can tear you down, yes, or it might elevate you up, where you depart feeling at an advantage, or have an specific snicker-out-loud. Finally, i have 24 hours in a day, if I spend two of those hours on social media, then i would like my experiences to be filled with thought, laughs, motivation, and a whole lot of grumpy cat in Disney films. Thank you.(Applause) .
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Tagged by: @neon-lake, thank you so much! Your answers were really interesting â¤đÂ
Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.Â
LAST:Â
1. Drink: Pepsi MaxÂ
2. Phone call: NanÂ
3. Text Message: giffgaff - my phone provider (Iâm so popular đ)Â
4. Song you listened to: This Girl - Kungs Vs. Cookinâ On 3 BurnersÂ
5. Time you cried: YesterdayÂ
HAVE YOU:Â
6. Dated someone twice: NoÂ
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Kinda but not really? Iâm an awful human being (Turned out he was married so Iâm conflicted)Â
8. Been cheated on: NoÂ
9. Lost someone special: YesÂ
10. Been depressed: YesÂ
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: NoÂ
LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:Â
12-14.: Yellow, turquoise, goldÂ
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:Â
15. Made new friends: YesÂ
16. Fallen out of love: Not reallyÂ
17. Laughed until you cried: Yes (literally yesterday)
18. Found out someone was talking about you: YepÂ
19. Found out who your friends are: KindaÂ
20. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: YuuuuupÂ
GENERAL:Â
21. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Almost allÂ
22. Do you have any pets: Cat called NibblesÂ
23. Do you want to change your name: NopeÂ
24. What did you do for your last birthday: Listened to my parents argue for four hours. (Hopefully this year will be better! đ)Â
25. What time do you wake up: Weekdays - an hour before lecture (so 8am for a 9am class), Weekends and holidays - as late as possible since I also stay up late. But usually up by the afternoon! đÂ
26. What were you doing at midnight last night: I think I was reading Cross Stitch by Diana Gabaldon before getting distracted by drunk messages. And after those messages I started watching the film The Circle.Â
27. Name something you canât wait for: Meeting up with friends and I guess my birthday.Â
28. When was the last time you saw your mum: This morningÂ
29. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: God I dunno. That I was better at relationships? And less of a procrastinator with more self control. And with less mental problems? And fitter. Okay thatâs not one but oh well.Â
30. What are you listening to right now: Take Me Out - Franz FerdinandÂ
31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah, many
32. Something that is getting on your nerves: My parents not coming to an agreement over finances and cheaters & fuckbois đÂ
33. Mole/s: Yep! Mine usually come in pairs so are great for turning into facesÂ
34. Mark/s: YesÂ
35. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a mechanic or mermaidÂ
36. Hair colour: Light brown? Ish. And the ends are currently green!Â
37. Long or short hair: LongÂ
38. Do you have a crush on someone: When donât I? đÂ
39. What do you like about yourself: Uhh... Iâm a very fast reader!Â
40. Piercings: Just my ears. I want more ear piercings though.Â
41. Blood type: O+ with Ro sub typeÂ
42. Nicknames: Current ones are usually Tash or Tasha. Then Nat or Mug Rest (From Chris because apparently Iâm short), Fuzzy Haired Git or Little Bitch (From @chiaricharlie because heâs an arsehole).Â
43. Relationship status: Single and scaredÂ
44. Zodiac: LeoÂ
45. Pronouns: She/herÂ
46. Favourite TV show: Omg I dunno. 3%, Sherlock, Game of Thrones, Death in ParadiseÂ
47. Right or left handed: RightÂ
48. Surgery: Only dental - a traumatic root canalÂ
49. Hair dyed a different colour: My first time at the moment! The ends are green. But I like it and Iâll probably do it again with other colours too.Â
50. Sport: No đ. I love swimming and climbing but its harder to do those than it is to just throw on running shoes. I also had a dream I played hockey at uni so who knows, maybe Iâll try out đÂ
51. Vacation: This year I went to Skiathos which is a Greek island. It was pretty good. Met some *ahem* interesting people (Remember I mentioned kissing a married man? Well... yeah that was the 35 year old bartender whoops. Rip me. In my defence I didnât know at the time and stopped as soon as I found out). I think the best holidays are usually somewhere sunny!Â
52. Pair of trainers: I have canvas shoes but not actual trainersÂ
MORE GENERAL:Â
53. Eating: Currently nothing but I smell chicken cookingÂ
54. Drinking: Pepsi MaxÂ
55. Iâm about to: Have tea (diner) I guess.Â
56. Want: To be happyÂ
57. Get married: Eh marriage is overrated. But Iâd like a lifelong partner eventually.Â
58. Career: No clue. Hopefully using this Psychology degree Iâm currently doing. But donât really mind. I just want to help people so I feel valued.Â
59. Hugs or kisses: Hugs but both preferablyÂ
60. Lips or eyes: EyesÂ
61. Shorter or taller: TallerÂ
62. Older or younger: Older đÂ
63. Nice arms or nice stomach: ArmsÂ
64. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive I guess. But Iâm always drawn to loud people, probably because they balance out my quietness. So maybe loud is better for me idk.Â
65. Hook up or relationship: Iâd prefer a relationship but I havenât exactly got close to that. I guess Iâm currently more suited to hook ups đ kill meÂ
66. Troublemaker or hesitant: Iâm hesitant enough for both of us. So I guess troublemaker but Iâm not really into that either.Â
HAVE YOU EVER:Â
67. Kissed a stranger: Yeahhhhh I need to stop thatÂ
68. Drank hard liquor: Yup thatâs university for youÂ
69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Thankfully I donât have either or I would have lost them for sureÂ
70. Turned someone down: YesÂ
71. Sex on the first date: Technically it wasnât a date and I already knew him!Â
72. Broken someoneâs heart: Apparently so. I still feel bad.Â
73. Had your heart broken: Um maybeÂ
74. Been arrested: NoÂ
75. Cried when someone died: YesÂ
76. Fallen for a friend: YepÂ
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:Â
77. Yourself: HardlyÂ
78. Miracles: Um not really but Iâm still hopefulÂ
79: Love at first sight: Kind of. I read too much to say noÂ
80. Santa Claus: No and I hope no one that young is on this siteÂ
81. Kiss on the fist date: Yeah go for itÂ
OTHER:Â
82. Current best friend name: I have lots of close friendsÂ
83: Eye colour: GreenÂ
84: Favourite movie: There are so many! Hot Fuzz maybe? And Tangled!Â
Iâm not sure what happened to the supposed 92 statements?Â
Tagging: (mutuals that have been in my notifications over the past month) @bloodied-fists-and-broken-dreams, @chiaricharlie, @tumultuous-soul, @adozendeadsunflowers, @wanderingmiri, @scottishfish, @nebs-ukadnezar, @justaphotograph, @elowish, @iminthegardenn, @igryt â¤Â
No pressure, just do it if youâd like to!Â
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i woke up to a tag from @shipaddictsendhelp thank you for tagging me⌠i love doing these, and it was a lovely notification to wake up to. âşď¸ â¨
Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 people. (If you want.)
â¨LAST: ⨠1. Drink: tea ⨠2. Phone call: my mom ⨠3. Text message: my girlfriend ⨠4. Song you listened to: UGH! by the 1975 ⨠5. Time you cried: idk⌠a couple days ago??
HAVE YOU: ⨠6. Dated someone twice: no ⨠7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no ⨠8. Been cheated on: no ⨠9. Lost someone special: kinda ⨠10. Been depressed: yup ⨠11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: ⨠12. light blue ⨠13. black ⨠14. mint green
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: ⨠15. Made new friends: kinda, not really. 16. Fallen out of love: no! ⨠17. Laughed until you cried: iâm sure i have at some point. ⨠18. Found out someone was talking about you: i donât think so??? ⨠20. Found out who your friends are: what does this even mean i only have 1 friend â¨21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope
IN GENERAL: ⨠22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: idk, i donât use FB anymore. ⨠23. Do you have any pets: thatâs an understatement ⨠24. Do you want to change your name: i want a different name in the sense that i wish i had been given a different name at birth. would i change it now? no. ⨠25. What did you do for your last Birthday: camping, maybe? idk. we always go camping in the summer, so i sort of just block everything out.⨠26. What time do you wake up: if left to my own schedule, around 8 or 9⨠27. What were you doing at midnight last night: asleep, for once. usually, iâm on this hellsite. ⨠28. Name something you canât wait for: the future 29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: this morning 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: id live to move out of my parentsâ house ⨠31. What are you listening to right now: a staticky radio⨠32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: iâm sure i have at some point.⨠33. Something that is getting on your nerves: close-mindedness, i guess.⨠34. Most visited website: tumblr and google 35. Mole/s: several all over the place⨠36. Mark/s: i have an assortment of freckles and scars. (also, do tattoos count as marks?)⨠37. Childhood dream: i had lots. i was a very dream-big, aim for fantasy rather than realistic achievements type of kid. (honestly, i still am.)⨠38. Hair color: blonde/brown⨠39. Long or short hair: long for a really long time, short for now. ⨠40. Do you have a crush on someone: iâve been recently informed that âit doesnât count as a crush if we are already dating.â⨠41. What do you like about yourself: ask me another time. ⨠42. Piercings: ears (1st and 2nd), nose 43. Blood type: A-⨠44. Nicknames?: hann, nan, ninny⨠45. Relationship status: dating my best friend đ⨠46. Zodiac: cancer 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Sherlock 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: iâve had my hair colored aver color of the rainbow at one point or another. 53. Sport: i used to play softball, then soccer, and archery if that counts as a sport, and volleyball, but i actually hate exercise so none of those lasted long. 55. Vacation: i would love to vision Paris and London and Rome and Athens 56. Pair of trainers: some old scuffed-up converse that i wear all the time
MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: had lucky charms for breakfast 58. Drinking: tea 59. Iâm about to: hang up some clothes 62. Want: to leave this damn town 63. Get married: i hope one day 64. Career: lol whatâs that 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs, generally 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: shorter 68. Older or younger: working about age is just a social construct forced upon us by a society who likes to categorize people into boxes for the simple act of stereotyping a large section of people at once 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: wtf 71. Sensitive or loud: not loud 72. Hook up or relationship: lol, relationship all the way 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, i guess.
HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: absolutely 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someoneâs heart: i hope not 80. Had your heart broken: no 81. Been arrested: nope 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: so, so hard. you have no idea. DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84: Yourself: not very much 85. Miracles: not in a religious way, but in the sense that the universe is infinite, and miracles happen due to the infinite possibility that good things can happen. i think good things happen by mostly chance and working hard, and we call them miracles. 86. Love at first sight: iâd like to think so. 87. Santa Claus: what about him? 88. Kiss on the first date: eh
OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: Jacklyn 91. Eye color: muddy brown 92. Favorite movies: Moana, A Knightâs Tale, The Wedding Date, The Hobbit⌠idk. i know thereâs more, i just canât think right now.
iâm not tagging 20. iâm tagging 6. @typewrittenthoughts (as always @precioustoasterwaffle @blogging-for-hours @estrellamariposa2022 @aheartshapedrock
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