#I hate drawing checkered prints

[ahhhh-118]

*crawls out of hole* Happy Late New Year, everyone!

Here’s Maríanne’s character card! It took me a bit to get it together but here she is again :D

I hope it gives a bit more detail about her! ❤️

Alt account: @ehhhh-119 (Very creative I know)

[muscular-lettuce]

idgaf good dad marvin be upon ye also!! ermm silly mlp au hi falsettos fandom its been a while also design explanations in tags ^_^

[fandomhasruinedmylife]

Weird RWBY Headcanons That Make No Sense pt. 1

Quick little note: This is all for a sorta ‘Beacon Never Fell’ AU type scenario, with the implication that RWBY, JNPR, Sun, Neptune, and Penny are all like a little squad. Some can apply elsewhere that’s just where my brain was when I wrote this so…yeah

I will die on the hill of Ruby being lactose intolerant. She gives off the vibe of someone who is lactose intolerant but just doesn’t care.

Ruby makes playlists for each of her friends. Their a mixture of songs that sound like music they like, songs that just give off their vibe, or songs with lyrics that remind her of them. It’s odd but it’s just a way that she shows affection.

Weiss is fantastic at board games when she knows how to play. This goes for all board and tabletop games, as long as she already knows the game and the rules. Chess was the first one she played, now she’s adores all of them. Thing is she hates cards and sneers at checkers (which is the only board game Yang can beat her at).

Blake has lovely handwriting, but she only writes in cursive. It’s either full on cursive or a melded together mix of print and cursive. Ruby can, has, and will complain about how it’s pretty but completely unreadable.

Also, Blake is surprisingly artistic. Yang bought Blake a sketch book after noticing how she drew in the margins of her papers. Now, in that sketch book, there are dedicated pages to certain people. She likes drawing different people for different reasons, and often times her style will kind of shift when she changes people. (which i could so talk about how she draws each person and why, but alas all for another time)

Yang nests when she’s having a hard time sleeping. Like, she piles up blankets and pillows and will create a nest-type thing for her to lay in. It usually puts her to sleep pretty quickly.

Speaking of Yang, she’s a little spoon. Loves to be held. She is completely willing to hold others but prefers being held.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, we have Jaune. Man’s a big spoon. Likes to hold people and make them feel safe. Makes him feel like he’s protecting someone.

Jaune listens to Taylor Swift. Don’t ask because I will not elaborate.

Pyrrha is like weirdly fitting for that one prince love interest in fantasy novels, and everyone makes jokes about it. Like, multiple times a day you can find her just sitting on a ledge, reading a book or eating an apple, and she’ll say some cheesy shit or something oddly deep. Nobody knows why she does this, but hey they aren’t complaining.

Nobody realizes it, but Nora is the therapist friend. Like, somehow nobody’s picked up on it yet, but Nora’s been giving away free advice and therapy since day one, it’s just so normal now that no one thinks about it.

Ren can make flower crowns. He’s made a sunflower one for Yang once, a lavender one for Blake, a dandelion one for Jaune, and many more. He’s honestly just really good at weaving things and can make things like baskets if he has the right materials.

Neptune hates body hair. Like, not quite a phobia, but it makes his skin crawl. He’s clean shaven and plans to stay that way no matter how many times Sun tries to convince him to grow out his stubble.

Also, Neptune and Pyrrha childhood friends because I just want that in my life.

When he was younger, Sun wanted to join the White Fang. He never did because of their actions later, but when he was little he always dreamed about being able to be on the front lines of a protest.

Also, Sun had an initial distrust for Weiss when they first met, though his was less faunus focused and more Vacuo focused. Everybody from Vacuo knows what the SDC did to their land, and their still pretty pissed about it.

Penny has a tendency to mimic people. Like, she’ll mimic their mannerisms, their vernacular, and even slight accents. Sun thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world, while Weiss gets a bit more annoyed about it.

If there’s an issue that’s relatively minor and doesn’t require too much work, Penny will let Ruby handle it rather than go to her father. While Pietro is a little worried about it becoming a habit, he does have enough trust in Ruby to know when something is severe and requires extreme attention.

[hidheim]

just found your blog and LOVE all your art!!!! the Matt and Gus art is especially cool I love the colors and poses you use.

Thank you kindly! It's heartwarming that you find palettes and poses so enjoyable.

And... I will use your message as a reason to ramble for a while about the latter because some may find it interesting. But, also, that's just something that I would REALLY like to know about many years ago. Plus, it made me think about composing and stuff. Plus, it's important to reflect a little. Plus it hit me hard because I hated it. Ready. Set. Go.

Posing is tedious for me, so I often turn to composite some elements in 3d early on. The thing is: it's way easier for me to sketch a character or a background when I have even the most primitive blockout in 3d. Basic blockout and 3d grid that comes along with it. It's a package.

Happily, I haven't deleted some of my files, so I can further elaborate.

My first case in point is a Day 5 scene.

As usual, I have a vague idea of what I would like to make. I sketch it:

Then I use this... caveman of a sketch as a reference point when working in software. I'm familiar with 3ds Max, SketchUp, Maya, but the recent version of Blender is wonderful for modeling, so I'm happy to use it and preach about it. So this pic and every other comes from Blender 2.83 specifically:

It looks like a rat's ass. It's not even rendered; it's a goddam print screen, which is what makes it hilarious and practical. So besides the object itself (initially a coffin), the 3D grid makes things turn. For the better. Because it makes me think about perspective and funny ways to skew things, find nice angles, and play with them. The blockout also makes you question the initial idea and ways to enhance it. And when I find a fairly nice angle, I create a Camera to 'save the view' (so I can later come back to it) and PrtScn to get the image to .psd file:

Wow. Messy.

And on that PrtScn, I sketch things, rotate stuff (again, angle changed) characters, background elements, effects, everything. My point is, this stage of wrapping things up is way nicer&faster because I have a grid and object somewhere in the background to keep me in check. The later stages are just... drawing stuff.

And the second case in point:

This shot.

Again, primitive as hell, but it works for me. Thanks to that, I can pose characters somewhat in relation to the shot, not ideally (I can pinpoint mistakes on two hands and few others), but uh, it's... okay.

So, that's my babbling about how posing works for me. I used the same method on days 2 and 3 (I can't draw stars. At all. So I have to model them X'D).

Again, initial sketch and modeled shaft with instructions.

It all may seem like taking too many extra steps. Turning to a completely different program and 'vaguely doing stuff in there' and then going back, isn't it a bit messy? Well, for some, yeah; for folks like me is reasonable and even necessary to create this fact-checker.

Well, I remember that at some point, I was very reluctant to use 3D software as a 'walking stick,' to the point I even considered it 'cheating.' Silly *bonk*. I call BS on myself. During internship, I remember seeing illustrators working on blockouts made specifically for them by 3d generalists. It's standard practice, makes things faster, better, and easier. 'Play smart not hard' as someone posted on Twitter a few days ago about gustholomule tags #. I couldn't agree more. I believe this rule also applies to more than one area of life.

Holy cow, that. is. lengthy.

Well, let's hope that my English is readable enough, perks of not being a native.

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[teatimewithlennon]

I Know The Way There [John Lennon] - Part 2

~~Lydia makes her way to her dad's cafe to help out when he gives her a good piece of advice~~

Part One

Song Inspo

Word Count: 1298

{Also, the cafe name came from my friend Brandon, he wanted me to tell y’all.}

One of the great parts of living in such a big, weird, city is that you don't look that crazy taking a bus in full glam-rock clothes at 9 am. You do still get weird looks from old ladies, but it's not too bad.

I do realize that I could just jump to the places I need to go to, but there are a few problems with it.

1) It's not exactly the most conspicuous thing to just pop out of nowhere in the middle of a crowded city 2) It does quite a number on the body to do multiple times in a row And finally...

3) You don't get the lovely experience of little kids asking to touch your jacket spikes.

So I tend to just take the bus when I need to go somewhere. Driving in Seattle is a nightmare and I don't even have a license. You'd think with the ability to time travel I could find the time to go get my license, but honestly, the real problem isn't time. It's the lack of ability to pass a driver's test. My dad always gets on my ass about it.

Henry Tyler is a great man and an even better father. He and my mother always tried to give me the best in life. Even if they didn't mean to have me, they cherished me with every fiber of their being. See, my parents never tried to have kids; when my mother was younger she had been told she could probably never have kids due to an illness she had. My parents were fairly old when they had me and had already settled down into a life without kids. They owned a cafe, had a cute little apartment, and they thought their dogs were enough; having never considered adopting. But, like many things in life, something unexpected happened and my mother had me. While both my parents were excited, my dad was ecstatic; something he'd never thought he'd feel about a child.

Even more unexpected was that I'd have the abilities I do. They were extremely freak at first; when I started teleporting as a toddler. In the beginning, they thought I was just moving around the house really fast until they found me in very strange places. Like inside the dryer, or on top of the bookcases. My mother believed it to be a gift from the universe, that I was a gift from the universe. She relished every second she had with me.

When I get to me stop, I swing myself out of my seat and off the bus, making quick pace down the street.

The Ballard neighborhood is much prettier than Seattle proper. I mean, nothing against downtown, but I hate towering buildings and the smell of piss everywhere. Also, this is where I grew up. The area is full of breweries and therefore, hipsters. It's a quaint area and looking out over the water from the locks is a real sight to behold.

As I turn around the corner my dad's cafe comes into view. The building is brick and very old as is most of the Ballard area. There are two metal tables out front on either side of the door with beautiful white and yellow striped umbrellas. At one table sits a couple enjoying an early morning cup of coffee before heading off to start their days. On the glass in the front of the cafe is a cute drawing of a coffee mug with the words, "Terrains De Repos" printed in cursive.

I push open the door and am greeted with the smell of freshly ground coffee and baked goods. Slow music plays softly in the background.

"Dad!" I call out, "I'm here to help set up for tonight."

The morning sun shines through the glass onto the checkered floor tiles. In the front windows of the shop, on either side, are counters with four bar stools. On the right wall is an old sofa with colorful pillows set out. Next to it is a couple of comfy armchairs. The coffee table in front is covered in old copies of Rolling Stone. Across from this sitting area is another, this one with several bean bag chairs on top of a bright orange rug from the 70s. Against the brick wall is a record player with several wood cartons of vinyl under it.

Moving further back into the cafe there is an elevated platform on the left wall. On it, there is a small music setup, with two guitars, one electric, and the other acoustic; as well as a couple of amps and a microphone. There are a few tables against the wall opposite the makeshift stage. The walls are covered in old photos and posters. Some from my parents' escapades and some from my own.

Then, there's the counter. It stretches across the back wall ending just before a hallway. Half of it has a pastry case full of wonderful goodies. There sits a vintage cash register on one end. Next to the register is a tip jar labeled "LSD Fund" and a bell. Behind the counter are all of the coffee machines and other accouterments of the trade. On the Back wall is a photo of my mom smiling brightly.

Just as I reach to ring the bell on the counter, my dad comes out from behind the bead curtain leading to the kitchen.

"Hey there kiddo," He says with a smile, "Didn't think you'd be here so early."

"Well, I got in earlier than I thought I would," I hop onto the counter.

"You sure don't look like it. You doing okay?" He asks with that fatherly concern of his.

"I'm fine. Just a little hungover is all." I say with a sigh.

"The 80s will do that to a person," He starts pouring a cup of tea for me. "but to me, this seems like more than a hangover. I can see it in your eyes pumpkin."

"I'm just having a hard time finding inspiration for my music." He hands me my cup and I look into the brown liquid.

"You've never had that problem before." He looks concerned, "Has something changed?"

"It's just- It's that I've been all sorts of wonderful places. I keep going to all these places hoping that I'll find something that drives me to make real music. I've met so many people, but no one has made me really feel something authentic." I look up from my cup of tea, "I want to have something like you did with mom. I've realized I'm nowhere near that. And for some reason, I can't see it in the future."

"Maybe your love isn't waiting for you in your future, maybe your love is somewhere unexpected." His eyes are soft when I meet them.

"I just don't know how that would work. If it's someone in the past, wouldn't they already be here?" I ask

"How would I know, you're the time wizard." He shrugs at me. Walking over to put a recond on. "This one goes out to a one Miss Tyler."

I hop off the counter and skip over to him as the iconic beginning song of Rubber Soul starts to play. And as those first notes play I start to dance, and my dad sings the opening to me.

"Asked a girl what she wanted to be She said, 'baby, can't you see I want to be famous, a star on the screen But you can do something in-between'"

When the chorus builds I grab the microphone of the stage and sing back to him.

"Baby, you can drive my car Yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby, you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you"

[sunnyie-eve]

Chapter 44 | The Beast

Series: Unnatural

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

We follow Parrish to the high school where we discover a trail of dead bodies leading to a bus with several dead bodies inside. One person is still alive and begs for help. Scott moves toward the bus but Parrish steps out and, in a voice not his own, warns that it is a trap. The person that was crying out for help is torn in two and half the body thrown to the ground. The Beast of Gevaudan is in the bus and Stiles says why did no one tell him how big he was making me and Liam tell him we each have. Parrish goes in flames running toward the bus causing The Beast to run through the bus and escapes through the front windshield. Parrish pursues. Argent says the Beast is getting smarter.

"Hey there stranger." I smile as Brett walks away from the reporter. "Hey there beautiful." He gives me a small kiss on my forehead. "You ready for tonight's game?" He asks taking my hands into his head we walk around. "It's not safe for so many people to be here. The Beast will most likely show up and people are going to die." He stops is so he can grab my face. "And I know you and the pack are going to do everything you guys can do to stop that from happening. Now go find them and get to work." He gives me a kiss smacking my butt as I walk away.

In the library, Liam tells Lydia, me, Scott and Stiles about Mason's frequency theory. Scott says he doesn't think it's just the frequency causing the Beast to shift. He explains that Argent said the Beast is getting smarter. He thinks the Dread Doctors may be using the frequencies to make it shift in order to make the Beast grow faster. Lydia draws a parallel to Peter. Scott says Peter, as an Alpha, became stronger with each full moon. He says eventually Peter's burns healed and he was back to normal. Scott surmises that the Dread Doctors want the Beast to be as strong as possible as fast as possible. Liam thinks they want the accelerated growth because of Parrish. Stiles says we have one clue to the identity of the beast. The sneaker print from the hospital, covered in Parrish's blood, is a size 10. They don't know the brand because it is only a partial print. We decide to try to get the game cancelled. Liam thinks the game might be an opportunity to figure out the identity of the teenager inside the Beast. Scott feels too many people are at risk and ultimately decides to get the game cancelled.

We end up Going to the Sheriff Station to see if Stiles can talk Noah into canceling the game. Sheriff Stilinski says he doesn't have the authority to cancel the game. He says he would need to go to the school board with evidence of a credible threat. He suggests we get my dad to forfeit the game but Stiles explains that he has been in rehab for the past 7 months while they've been stuck with a substitute coach. The Sheriff suggests we check on my dad's progress making me laugh because the guys don't know what he's been doing. "So how has your dad been?" Scott asks as we head to rehab center. "Oh you will see."

We walk in and I smile leaning over dad from behind, "Dad, you got visitors." He pretends to be catatonic until they touch his checker game when he snaps and grabs Stiles' arm. He refuses to check out to coach the charity game. Scott says they know he is fine but the Coach says he has a debilitating disease and indicates it is alcohol related. He then admits that he's staying in rehab to avoid taking another arrow to the stomach. "He has relapses, it's serious, seven of them." I smile patting my dad's shoulders. He says every time they're about to discharge him, he relapses. "No one's noticed that pattern?" Stiles asks him so dad tells him he has phenomenal health insurance.

Dad refuses again to coach the game saying he hates charity games because they're meaningless. Scott explains the charity game benefits cancer; dad wants to know if it's for or against cancer. Stiles says against, deeply against. Scott says they need him but he says he'll never coach there again. Stiles explains that we don't actually need him to coach the game but want him to forfeit. "Plus I miss having you at home, dad."

In a classroom at School, Scott has each of us explain our part of the plan. Mason and Corey are to check the Devenford bus to see if any of their players have bloody sneakers. Malia is to take out the microwave transmitters on the TV vans. Stiles explains that right before the whistle, Coach will forfeit the game. The rest of us will be looking for a size ten shoe with a bloody sole. Malia is worried the plan won't work and we will have to go up against the Beast. She points out that Scott is still healing from what Theo did to him but Kira says he's not. Scott explains that he healed completely the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. He says having the pack back together is what did it. Liam points out that the Beast doesn't have a Teen Wolf Pack and Scott agrees. He says they can do it and promises that no one dies tonight.

Out on the field Brett runs up to me by my dad, "Lori is gonna help look for the shoe with you in the stands." I nod my head with my hands shaking. "Are you worried the plan won't work?" I nod my head, "My dad has never forfeited a game and I'm pretty sure he won't do it tonight." I whisper to him since dad is right by me. "Something bad is going to happen?" I nod my head, "Yep." Brett gives me a kiss. "We'll protect each other." He says before running back to his team and I see dad staring at me. "What?" I ask confused. "A Devenford Prep boy, really?" I awkwardly laugh looking away from him. Stiles tells Dad it's time to forfeit the game but he refuses saying he's never forfeited a game and never will blowing the whistle.

"Ready?" Lori asks as I walk over to her. "1 out of 400 right?" I laugh and we get under the bleachers looking at every sitting down. I was starting to get tired because we still couldn't find the person. Lori ended up following to make sure Kira is okay leaving me alone to keep looking. Great I'll get it done by myself quicker. I roll my eyes going back to people's shoes. "Any luck?" Stiles as walking behind the stands to me. "I've already did most of the stand and no luck. Help me please." I beg him and he nods his head trying to look at someone's shoe and it was Sydney. He fights with her foot and she ends up kicking his head into the bleachers leaving him stunned making me hiss at his pain. "Oh my!" I rush over to him as he falls to the ground. "I'll go get an ice pack. Don't move." I get up and he mumble don't worry.

"Come on you big baby." I help Stiles up handing him the ice pack. "I swear, every time you go down I'm there to help you." He glares at me in pain, "Shut it." The reporters microphone, feedback fills all the speakers on the field making me cover my ears in pain along with everyone else. As the squeal subsides, it is replaced by a growl making me feel terrible. Liam takes off toward the row of busses outside the field ignoring Stiles's warnings to wait. He leaps just as the Beast flies over the bus making me and Stiles run screaming at people.

"DAD!" I yell trying to find him and I do. "We gotta get out of here hide." I grab his arm pulling him and Brett grabs my arm pulling me into the school to dad's office. "Where's Lori?" He whispers shuttling the door covering the windows. "She was with Scott last. I'm sure she's safe, Brett." I whisper back push my dad down under his desk getting down too with Brett. We continue to hear screams and people running around the halls making us keep quiet till the door open and Lori locked it be hide her. "I followed your scent." She says and Brett holds her close to him. "I can get us all out of here. Hold on to my arm." I tell them and I grab my dad while Brett and Lori hold on to my arm. I end up teleporting us to our house and dad faints on the couch. "He's fine." I tell them and they give me a hug. "You are a lifesaver at times."

~

All of us were are the kitchen discussing the search for Mason. The sheriff has issued an APB for Mason. Liam still thinks his friend might not be the Beast. Hayden is at school looking for him. Malia volunteers to search the woods while Scott joins the conversation and says his mom can check all the hospitals in the county. Scott says we will find him and figure out a way to save him. Lydia wants to know where else we can look. Scott says we should ask Corey and, reaching behind him, yanks the invisible boy forward. Corey becomes visible and explains that the Dread Doctors have Mason.

"How stupid are we for doing this?" Liam asks Scott as we walk down to the locker room. "We aren't stupid. We're desperate." Scott tells him. "How desperate?" Liam asks him as we stop at the door. "Incredibly desperate." Scott answers opening the door to show Theo and Tracy. "We're incredibly stupid desperate." I tell Liam as we walk into the locker room. "Told you we'd end up on the same side." Theo tells Scott. "How about I punch you in the balls to remind you we're not?" Liam asks Theo making me slight laugh.

"I love this kid." Theo smiles at him. Theo explains that he didn't see Mason when he put on the mask. He says we all want the same thing which is to get Mason back. Scott says we want him back alive and Theo says he's open to compromise. He wants the map of Beacon Hills telluric currents and tells Scott to bring it to the Dread Doctors old lair in two hours. "How desperate are we?" Liam asks again. "Incredibly." Scott says and I add, "Stupid desperate."

Later Theo explains to us that the body the Dread Doctors keep in the bubbling tube is called Der Soldat or The Soldier in German. He was apparently a Nazi Alpha Werewolf that the doctors have been keeping alive in order to prolong their own lives. Theo says that wherever the Dread Doctors new lair is, Der Soldat will be there too. He says keeping the Nazi Werewolf alive requires the bubbling tube be set up with a power source and on a convergence of telluric currents. We decide it must be in the Beacon Hills Preserve.

The three of us walk through the woods looking for Mason. Scott ends up asking about Deucalion, telling Theo not to trust him. He points out that Scott is the one who let him live so Scott response that's because he's not a murderer. Theo laughs at the idea that Scott thinks he can get through the current crisis without killing someone. Liam catches Mason's scent and says they're close but hesitates, saying Theo wants to kill Mason. Theo claims he only wants his power saying Parrish is the only one who wants to kill Mason. Liam questions Theo further about who he saw when he put on the Dread Doctor's mask, so Theo explains he saw a man dying in the snow impaled on a pike. "Liam, this is Mason we're trying to save." I tell him and he looks at Scott then points us in the direction.

The two start walking ahead and I punch Theo in the chest, "You don't have to raise your voice at him. It's going to get you nowhere." I growl following the two with Theo behind me. "Also I can't believe you killed Josh, what you gonna take Tracy's power next?" I ask looking back at him keeping quiet. "You saw?" He asks walking up beside me. "Duh, man. Theo you let power get to your head and that's what's going to take you down."

[mitchmarnier]

L.A Devotee | chapter one

“I don’t date musicians,” Richie interrupted her, speaking loudly over what other praises Kay was about to give this Edward person that Richie never wanted to meet.

‘You don’t date anybody, Richie.” Kay pointed out simply, leaning forward towards him. “That’s part of the problem. You have to know by now that your public image is just as important as whatever you’re putting onto that screen.”

[or: child actor Richie Tozier was raised in The Industry, he knows how to play the game. He knows exactly how to keep his head down, and make his way through the famous life without attracting any extra drama. Until his management branch takes an up incoming band under their wing, and enlist Richie to publicly date the lead singer, and that all falls to shit.]

Richie Tozier grabbed a blueberry muffin from Audra Philips awaiting hand and swept to press a kiss to her cheek. He hummed, smiling down at his best friend. “What would I do without you?”

           “Crash and burn.” Audra replied promptly with a sly grin. Richie and Audra had grown up together since they were only seven years old, co-stars on some Disney Channel show that Richie sort of wished that he could erase from his filmography completely, and they’d been inseparable ever since. Audra had been cast a few years earlier on some big list CW television show that Richie had openly never seen an episode of- but had guest starred in two or three just because Audra was always his biggest fan. Richie himself leaned more towards movies, and had gotten into a few big roles in just last year or so. He connected well with a big time, multi-award wining writer director Bill Denbrough- one of the youngest Oscar Award Winning directors in history- and Richie had large roles in his movies more often than not since. Richie liked to believe that were the perfect level of famous, the two of them, that they had names and the money and little enough of the corrupted bullshit.

           “Kay called this morning,” Audra said, padding back towards their large marble-styled kitchen in her woolly socked feet. “So I don’t think you’ll be having much time for an actual breakfast this morning. I know how important healthy, balanced meals are to you.”

           Richie let out a disbelieving laugh, they most knowing full well that Richie ran on black coffee and sour candies on a good day. “Oh yeah? And which tabloid printed that shit?”  

           “J14 did a whole thing on How Richie Tozier gets keeps himself healthy during filming,” Audra said, removing the Starbucks cup from it’s cardboard tray and slid it across the kitchen island towards them. Every morning, Richie and Audra would sit around the kitchen and eat their store-bought breakfast and Richie would think about how nice their kitchen was despite the intense lack of cooking that went on within it. Richie, truthfully, would have been perfectly happy with a well-windowed apartment, but he’d never had a small house. His parents had been in The Industry- behind the scenes- and Richie had been on a stage or in front of a camera since he could talk. Too large houses that were mere full of stuff and hardly any people were all Richie Tozier had ever known. Likely all he ever would, and he’d accepted it by now.

           “J14 always has the worst bullshit,” Richie laughed, tossing his head back and choosing not to make fun of the light cream colour of Audra’s drink. He liked to believed that those sort of soft arguments between them had gotten old, but Richie kind of hoped that they never would. “I sometimes think they don’t ever actually interview anything, they just make up information that’s vague and non-offensive enough that nobody calls them out on it all being crap.”

           “And why are they still plastering us on their magazines?” Audra said back, shaking her head and ripping off a piece of her butter croissant. “We haven’t been staring on Disney Channel in years. Don’t they have any new Mouse Housers to pay attention to?”

           “No,” Richie chuckled, swishing the liquid around in his cup. “Have you seen some of those new Disney Channel shows?”

           Audra raised her eyebrows. “No? Do you still watch the Disney Channel?” Richie ripped the top of his muffin off and stuffed it into his mouth. Audra laughed lightly, shaking her hand, and walked over to the counter top where Richie always left his phone plugged in over night to charge. “You have six missed calls from Kay, and she called me this morning to get your lazy ass up. You need to start bringing your phone into your room at time to avoid this shit.”

           “This is exactly why I don’t bring my phone into my room,” Richie pointed out, accepting the phone as Audra passed it to him. He did have several missed calls from Kay McCall, his childhood co-star turned manager post-Disney, and a few texts from Beverly Marsh as well. Beverly and Kay had both been big parts of Richie’s Disney day growing up, but had chosen to go different routes after they became too old but not old enough for Disney Channel to mark good profit off of. Kay had gone in with Richie’s own parents, and was trained to loose her soul and suck the souls out of others, Beverly chose to stay close to the production and work at making people look fashionable and beautiful at any point in time. Without Beverly, Richie supposed he would never look good enough to even leave his house.

           “What does she want?” Richie said, scrolling through the alerts on his lock screen, praying that Audra would somehow know what Kay was looking for from him and he wouldn’t have to call Kay himself. He enjoyed Kay as a person, he’d more than gladly invite her over for drinks any weekend, the woman was one of his oldest friends in the world but he very much disliked when Kay outreached to him through his work line. It always meant that he was about to be forced to do something he wasn’t going to like.

           Audra gave him an unimpressed look. “You think Kay would tell me your personal information? Not until she’s four cocktails in, Dickard. Just that you need to get down to the center as soon as your scrawny, greasy ass is out of bed- and yes, those were her exact words.” Audra grabbed the newspaper from Richie’s hands as he tried to open it for reading, and brought it down on his head. “And she said to dress nice! Which means you’re probably meeting some important people today!”

           Richie crinkled his nose. “Why? I’m already lined up to start Denbrough’s film next month. I don’t usually do more than one big project at a time, because I’m a mental health flight risk.” Richie tossed his arms out and twirled his hands out in the jazz hands style. “I shouldn’t be meeting any new people. I hate meeting new people.” Audra stared Richie down until Richie groaned loudly and pushed himself away from the kitchen island, and stomped to his bedroom.

Barely bothering to change, Richie came out and made an overly dramatic farewell to Audra- complete with if you don’t hear from me in an hour, assume that Kay has killed me- which was so regular between them that Audra didn’t so much as blink.

Richie walked directly into the front door of the PenWise Management, trying to keep his head down enough that nobody would stop and talk to him, but not so much that somebody would stop and demand to know who he was. He was unimpressed to find that Kay was standing in the front foyer, dressed up completely with her fanciest pant suit, and arms crossed angrily. Richie hunched his shoulders up higher and stepped towards. Kay McCall was wearing her ass whopping face.

“I thought you were told to dress up.” Kay said sharply to him as soon as he approached. Richie looked down at his checkered black vans, black ripped jeans and white-and-black striped shirt.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Richie asked, knowing pretty damn well exactly what was wrong what he was wearing. Kay gave a scoff of disgust that was much more friend-like than manager-like and waved him over her shoulder, as she began to walk down the hall towards her office. Richie sighed, rolling in his eyes slightly, and following her down. Kay quickly closed the office door behind them and gestured for Richie to sit down.

“Am I like, in trouble here?” Richie asked, crinkling his brow. Kay sighed and leaned up against the desk and looked at Richie slowly.

“You’re not going to like this,” Kay said, voice firm and detached.

Richie raised his eyebrows, heart rate starting to pick up. “Are you guys dropping me? Did Bill’s movie fall through? What? You’re killing me!”

“Calm down, Rich,” Kay said, voice almost carrying laughter. She sounded so much like Richie’s friend just then that he let his guard down, always a fatal mistake in this industry. Richie learned more than a long time- maybe he’d never learned it at all, maybe it had always been something that he knew in his soul- that there was nobody in his life he could trust except Audra Phillips.

“There’s this alternative band, up in coming. Our branch has been listed to represent them through everything,” Kay said, taking a pen from her pen holder and clicking it a few times. “They’re pretty good, too. Really matching well with the new sound that the Top 40s are looking for. We think they’re going to be a great hit, we just need to find a way to draw attention to them.”

“And shouldn’t their talent do that for them?” Richie asked haughtily with a roll of his eyes. Kay met his gaze for a moment and didn’t say a word, and Richie exhaled hard. “Okay, yeah, I know. Talent has little to do with success, blah blah. Whatever. Can you get to the point where this has something to do with me?”

“Well…” Kay looked momentarily uncomfortable before donning back on her usual business like expression that always held itself within the walls of his building. “We were all talking and we all know what’s the best way to get somebody’s name into the media. By putting them into a relationship with somebody who’s already a big name.” Richie’s mouth dropped open but Kay rushed right over him, not giving him that chance to argue. “The lead singers’ name is Edward or… something like that. Sweet kid, doesn’t really have the look of some alternative punk kid, but I think you’ll really-“

“I don’t date musicians,” Richie interrupted her, speaking loudly over what other praises Kay was about to give this Edward person that Richie never wanted to meet.

‘You don’t date anybody, Richie.” Kay pointed out simply, leaning forward towards him. “That’s part of the problem. You’re unattainable, you haven’t dated anybody since your Disney days and while I’m sure you diehard fans are still shipping you with that one girlfriend you had when you were fourteen, but you have to know by now that your public image is just as important as whatever you’re putting onto that screen.”

Richie just simply crossed his arms and glared at Kay, knowing that he wasn’t going to be winning this argument. “Did it have to be a musician? All musicians are total pompous assholes. I would never date a musicians, Kay, you have to know that!”

“Well,” Kay smiled blandly at him. “It’s a good thing you won’t actually be dating this guy. You’ll have to go out in public with him a bit, get pap’d, show up in a couple of clubs together and go to some events with the guy on your arm. A couple of months from now, they’ll have a successful album drop and then you’ll have a simple break up. Snip snip, no harm and fowl. You never have to see him again if you don’t want to.”

Richie narrowed his eyes at a simple insinuation that Richie ever would be interested in seeing some pumped up musician outside of forced interactions. Kay clapped her hands once and stood up. “Okay, well, I’m glad you agreed-“

“I didn’t agree-“ Richie tried to point out but Kay did what she did best- refused to give him the chance.

“Because their band is finishing up signing some contracts with a bunch of our underlings,” Kay said, moving towards the door once more. “And I told Edward to stick around. I want you guys to meet, before we start doing any of these dumb publicity things. Which I why I told you to dress nicely- but you seem determined to not look nice for anything that I ask of you unless I forcibly get Beverly to dress you herself- but so be it.”

Kay opened the door and another boy came walking in. She’d been right in assuming that Edward here didn’t have the exact look of somebody going into this whole alternative scene, with wide trusting Bambi eyes and argyle style clothes. Damn, Richie thought to himself. Hollywood is going to eat this kid alive and spit him right back out.

“Edward, this is-“ Kay began but Edward cut across him in such a tactless fashion that Richie hadn’t mastered himself just yet.

“It’s just Eddie,” he said, voice high and lovely just like Richie knew that most musicians who weren’t into hard drugs were like. Charming[Ay1]  and star seeking, the kind of voice that made girls swooned and Richie scowl. “Only my mother calls me Edward, and fuck her, so.”

Richie blinked and gaped at the foul-mouthed boy. Sure, Richie Tozier had possibly the most ridiculously foul mouths he’d ever known, and people were constantly telling him it.  He’d never denied it, but even he could recognize a personal environment when it came to him. His managers office, with a some random person he’d never met before and was going to be in a large scale fake relationship in order to kick start his career- that was the kind of environment he’d find a way to watch his mouth.

Even Kay looked caught off guard by Eddie’s slander on his own mother, if only from the look in her eyes. “This is Richie Tozier, he’s-“

“Yeah, man, you’re cool!” Eddie brushed right past Kay’s formal introduction and Richie openly winced. “I’ve seen a bunch of you stuff! Some of it is actually pretty good!”

Richie’s raised his eyebrows. “Some of it? Which isn’t your taste, Eddie Spaghetti? The one with the stalker fan played by Kathy Bates who was a little too old to be so obsessed with my twenty-one year old self or the plane one going through the time loop?”

“The plane one was my favourite,” Eddie said simply, reaching to take some of the candies from Kay’s desk. Richie bit down on the tip of his knuckle and glanced over his shoulder at Kay. Her lips were pursed together in obvious distaste, and he thought that maybe she was going to let him off the hook here. Even as he wished it, he knew it was a long shot.

“So, we’re gonna be fake boyfriends…” Eddie said, glancing at Richie and smirked. “You’ll be better dressed when you’re holding my hands in public, right?”  

Richie was pretty sure that keeping his calm in that office was the first Academy Award winning performance he’d ever given.

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Mothbones is a modern fantasy YA story set in an alternate universe where every creature of myth, folklore, and legend are very, very real and hiding right under the noses of the rest of the world’s population. It is told from two perspectives: One man who must live with his past misdeeds forever, and another who is still haunted by the arson killing of 13 people. Their paths cross with Maux; a girl with budding prophetic abilities and a target on her back. For Phesec, it’s one last job before he can try to break away from his reputation. For Pepper, it’s a chance to prove himself.

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CHAPTER ONE

"I don't think fortune cookies work if you steal them."

Pepper looked down at the bedraggled girl seated in front of him, sliding into the booth and setting down the crinkly plastic bag unceremoniously. The corner of his mouth curled into a lazy smile. "Maybe. Could be they just plain don't work."

Maux gave him a tired, argumentative look, scrunching up her nose and chewing her lip in a way he'd learned meant she was considering starting a debate.

A shape moved in his peripheral, drawing his attention as Maux diverted her gaze to the checkered floor.

"Do you need another minute to decide?" the waitress asked, tapping the end of her pen against her notepad expectantly. She didn't seem to be aware that her bun had gotten loose and drooped over onto its side like a deflated balloon.

"Ah, just a milkshake, please. Chocolate." He straightened up and smiled politely. Then, noticing her attention lingering on the bag of cookies, added, "Kid's got a big game coming up tomorrow. Gotta rack up the luck a little."

Satisfied with his explanation, she nodded and promised to have the drink ready shortly before walking away.

"You're such a liar," Maux stated once she was out of earshot.

"'s not such a bad skill to have," he replied, popping open the bag and dumping out the contents. Plucking one from the pile, he tore that open as well. "Besides, she's probably relieved. I'd bet she's seen a whole lot worse than a bulk bag of fortune cookies, working in a twenty-four-hour Diner."

She scowled more, curling up against the back of the booth and tugging her thin sweater over her hands. "Why are we even here? You always just steal food."

"Because," he continued absently, cracking the cookie open and pulling out the little slip of paper. "It's been a long week, and you look like you need something good to eat. Or drink."

"I'm lactose intolerant."

"That didn't seem to stop you from eating an entire package of mini donuts the other day. Or anything else, really."

Appearing to be temporarily out of arguments, Maux only sat forward and grabbed a cookie from the pile. The waitress returned and placed the shake on the table before walking away again after he thanked her.

"What'd ya get?" he inquired as she cracked the shell and tugged the slip of paper free.

"Let me read." She looked over the printed letters at least four times before tentatively replying. "'Take the chance while you still have the choice.'"

"Foreboding," he deadpanned, cracking open another cookie and popping half into his mouth with a loud crunch. "And maybe a little late."

She furrowed her brow and smoothed the slip out over the table, pulling the shake closer and taking a sip as she played with the condensation.

"You should at least read them," she said after watching him add a fourth slip of paper to the pile of wrappers without so much as a glance.

Again, he cracked a wry smile. "There's nothing to 'em, kiddo. It's all just a bunch of superstitious fun."

"Monsters are supposed to be a bunch of superstitious fun, too. So is magic," she countered, slouching over the glass.

A frown tugged at his lips, his attention halting for a moment as he glanced over his shoulder before looking at her fully. "No, kid. Monsters and magic...those are myths."

"They're real. You saw them. I saw you use magic."

He sat back in his seat, abandoning his dinner. "You did."

Maux grit her teeth, rising to sit on one leg. "Then why are you calling them myths?"

"Myths," he exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly, "are real. You've seen as much. Gods, monsters, the whole lot of it." Selecting a slip of paper from the pile of trash, he held it up. "Superstitions are different, they're wives' tales for people like me, like saying going out in the rain without a coat will give you a cold. There's exceptions, sure, for some things involving the Fair Folk and a few others, but they're different."

A faint ribbon of smoke rose from the paper, turned greenish-orange by the Diner's lighting. A moment later the paper curled in on itself and turned to ash as a thin line of orange flame ate away at the edges.

"Stuff like this, though...It's all just people. Normal, unsuspecting people having a little fun with the idea of luck or fortune or whatever they want to call it."

She pursed her lips, holding the glass with both hands and tapping her short nails against it as she stared at the straw blankly.

"There's nothing to worry about," he added softly.

"There's all kinds of things to worry about," she replied, barely above a whisper. "There's monsters and crazy people and magic all over the place and now they're after me. Jesus Christ, I haven't been home in a week. I can't even call my parents and I might never see them again."

He slumped back, shaking his head. "Well...the magic and monsters aren’t really anything new. I can handle any of that fine."

Silence hung over the booth tensely for a moment before anything happened.

A small hiccup escaped her, followed by another. She brought a hand up over her face to hide the miserable smile spreading across her face. "Oh, great. My knight in shining armor."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Glad I can put your mind at ease."

She nodded, unsuccessfully trying to hold back more hiccups as she stirred the milkshake. After dropping her fortune into the pile of wrappers, she looked back up at him with a tired, wavering smile. "You really need to work on your comforting skills."

He rolled his eyes. "We’ll focus on getting you swearing properly first."

CHAPTER TWO

Blue and red weren't quite opposites. Sure, they looked different enough, but the space between them had become perilously narrow in the blink of an eye. Now that he stared at the divide with sobered eyes, he recognized the preface in the color blue.

No matter how hard he tried, blue would lead to red so long as he stood within it.

"You get quieter and quieter with old age." The familiar voice brought Phesec’s mouth into a tight line.

"Oraxes. Always a pleasure to see you." He turned to face the woman standing in the neon blue light with him.

"Have you grown philosophical already?” she inquired, her lips tugging up into a cruel smirk. “What mysteries does someone who's seen the flip side of the coin ponder?"

A heavy sigh escaped him. “If you’re so determined to annoy me, could you at least try to be original about it?”

The golden lattice of leaves above her left ear glinted with the tilt of her shaved head. “Right. How inconsiderate of me. You’re probably tired of hearing the same jokes after so many decades. So, which ones do you hate the most: The undead jokes, or the criminal ones we all have to hear?”

“Do you want something from me, or does Pegasus just pay you to sit around?”

“Please. You’re the last person I’d need anything from,” she scoffed, waving a hand.

“I’d almost think you’ve been missing me.” He pushed a loose strand of long hair out of his face, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket and shivering. He glanced up to the glaring exit sign. “What’s got him worried? He hasn’t moved shop in a long time.”

“Pegasus seems to be more interested in security lately. Not that you’d know, always running off to hole up somewhere while the rest of us work.”

“He doesn’t seem interested in keeping me close. I come to get the job, I do it, I get paid and then I go home…Still. I wouldn’t expect him to move shop to somewhere so…” He looked around the room, observing the grimy cement walls plastered in outdated flyers and the decomposing litter jammed into every crack and corner. The scent of cigarettes and booze hung heavily in the air, along with a few other less recognizable things. “Disgusting.”

She shrugged. “Don’t know. He’s probably just tired of the same old places. Or maybe he needed it for an expansion.”

“Of course.” He nodded, leaning against the steel door frame. “Lapdogs don’t usually ask a lot of questions.”

Her eyes narrowed as she took a step closer, parting her lips to speak through grit teeth. “I’m not-”

“Castillo,” a deep, smooth voice slipped from beyond the doorway. “Please, come in.”

Glancing from the red corridor back to Oraxes, who had seemingly been frozen in place by the voice, he flashed the slightest hint of a smile before turning and stepping over the threshold, trading out the neon blue light of the exit sign for a vivid shade of red.

His stomach rose further as he neared the end of the hall, and then again as he realized the lack of a door. By the time he stepped into the polished office his heart was already beginning to beat against his ribs with renewed life.

“Castillo,” the voice repeated, this time more tied down to the man sitting behind the ornate wooden desk in the center of the room. “It’s good to see that time still hasn’t caught up to you.”

“Please, don’t bother with the formalities,” he replied, crossing the space and taking a seat in one of the plush velvet chairs in front of him. He immediately scooted forward to sit on the edge, perhaps out of worry that the furniture might swallow him if he got too comfortable. “We’re still on a first name basis, aren’t we?”

Pegasus smiled, the wrinkly lines around his current form’s eyes deepening. His lips moved again, though his voice seemed to come from the air around him rather than his mouth, as usual. “Of course. Though I must say, your absences have been worrying me lately.”

“I’m sure you don’t have anything to be concerned about. You have plenty of reliable people working for you,” he reasoned cautiously, glancing at the backs of the dusty metal picture frames on the far ends of the desk.

“Plenty of people, yes, but not very many reliable ones. Youth doesn’t often breed maturity or trustworthiness.” He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the dark surface and clasping his hands together as he peered over the wire rim of his glasses. “It would be wise to hold onto the old friends I have left.”

He held his breath, waiting out the silence for a few seconds before forcing a smile. “Well, if I’ve started acting my age, I think we’re going to run into some problems. I may start reminiscing whenever the wind blows.”

Pegasus laughed, sounding far less human with each note until he broke into a fit of coughing.

Phesec winced at the sickly rattling sound of the man’s breaths, a familiar bitterness phantoming its way onto his tongue.

He pulled a tissue from his pocket as the fit ended, wiping his mouth and grumbling irritably. “I’ll never understand how bad organs manage to find their way out of a photograph.”

“An interesting question,” he agreed weakly, watching the tissue fall into the trash before looking back up to Pegasus’s face.

After adjusting the collar of his suit, he leaned against the desk once again. “All of that aside, I trust you know why I asked you here?”

“A job,” he said quickly, relieved to be asked a question with a simple answer. One that he knew.

“Yes.” He nodded, glancing up at the doorway. “Unfortunately I must ask a favor of you.”

Polite smile fading, he waited in silence.

“You have voiced your wishes to abstain from these kinds of jobs before, however…-”

“Sir,” he interrupted sharply, earning a raised hand in a bid for silence.

“However,” he repeated. “It is important that I can rely on you for this. There is no one else that I feel could be trusted with such an important task.”

“We’ve been over this, please. No kids.”

“I won’t ask the impossible of you, Phesec, and I do not take this lightly. You are a valuable friend to me.” He paused, layering an icy edge over his words. “If you would hear me out, I believe that you would not be as opposed to the idea of making an exception for me, just this once.”

He turned his gaze to the carpet, nodding tensely after a moment.

“I would not ask you to bring harm to a child. Instead, I’d like you to find one for me and bring her into our care.”

“Kidnapping.”

A harsh frown carved itself into Pegasus’s dark skin, deep channels springing up on his forehead. “She is already far from home. This is for her own protection, I assure you.”

“She should be taken back, then.”

He shook his head grimly, rising from his chair. “Nothing would be able to protect her from the dangers she faces now, even if she were to feign ignorance about mythos.”

He stared as Pegasus strode across the room, twisting a knob on the wall. The frilled lights tucked up against the high ceiling dimmed.

“There are places for young mythos, sir. Places founded to raise and prepare them for their own survival and independence.”

He turned to face him, one hand on the deep bronze railing of the spiral staircase behind him. “It doesn’t take much attention to notice your drifting, Phesec. You are absent more often than not, and people are beginning to talk. You are an old and trusted friend. One that I would not like to see turned to ash on the part of your own defiance.”

His throat felt constricted as he swallowed, letting his gaze drop to his feet. “I can’t take the job, Pegasus.”

He was met with stony silence, followed by the sharp tap of rings on metal that made him flinch.

“Very well. Leave me.”

His legs shook as he stood, stepping back towards the doorway. An apology clung stubbornly to his tongue, refusing to be spoken. He managed a stiff nod before turning into the red corridor.

The slight vacuum of air tugged at his clothing as the doorway vanished behind him. He didn’t even spare Oraxes a glance as he stepped out into the blue again.

“What the hell happened to you? You look like you just ran into a Bureau officer.”

He failed to respond, looking to the sign again. Somehow, it looked a little more teal.

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Got Tags?

1. Coffee or tea? Tea. Tea comes in flavours, coffee kind of only comes in strengths, so I gotta go with my tea.

2. Black and white or color? Black and White with one or two vibrant color accents like yellow and green.

3. Drawings or paintings? Drawings

4. Dresses or skirts? Dresses 

5. Books or movies? As a writer i should say books but Hello Depression Called and wants me to Only Watch Things due to less Effort

6. Pepsi or Coke? both of them when flat or frozen.

7. Chinese or Italian? Chinese if you mean food.

8. Early bird or night owl? I’m the unholy combo of both. 

9. Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla. Chocolate lost my respect for it when it made me vomit.

10. Introvert or extrovert? Introvert with dependency issues and unrivalled levels of affections with almost no one to give it to. 

11. Hugs or kisses? Hugs are purer but kisses are nice if you mean the smoochy kind and not the Hello Mouth Sex kind

12. Hunting or fishing? Neither? 

13. Winter or summer? fuck them both, Spring and Autumn is where its at?

14. Spring or fall? Both?

15. Rural or urban? Urban for the sake of utilities and shopping but rural because I like to breath and sleep in peace.

16. PC or Mac? PC but i’m doomed with an outdated Mac currently. 

17. Tan or pale? Like, i’m naturally tan - what is this pale stuff of which you speak?

18. Cake or pie? Pie. Meat pie.

19. Ice cream or yogurt? Frozen Yogurt

20. Ketchup or mustard? Mustard

21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? Sweet

22. Comedy or mystery? Mystery because comedy is lacking in quality these days

23. Boots or sandals? Boots

24. Silver or gold? Silver 

25. Pop or Rock? Both

26. Dancing or singing? Singing

27. Checkers or chess? Chinese Checkers to be specific

28. Board games or video games? Both

29. Wine or beer? Beer

30. Freckles or dimples? Freckles

31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? Honey mustard

32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? 

33. Baseball or basketball? Since i hate both i’m gonna rank this by ‘which anime have i seen of it and cared? And so, the answer my friends, is basketball.

34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? Crosswords are okay, but Word Searches are amazing

35. Facial hair or clean shaven? Clean shaven because i don’t like ripping my lips on yours? is that so much to ask?

36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? Crushed.

37. Skiing or snowboarding? I’m the person who sits in a halfassed and half built igloo and just glares at people from it’s icy comfort

38. Smile or game face? I look like this typically:

39. Bracelet or necklace? Necklaces but... rings are where it’s at

40. Fruit or vegetables? Fruit

41. Sausage or bacon? All those both do is give me gas, but i don’t mind crunchy bacon for garnish.

42. Scrambled or fried? scrambled. i put sugar and cinnamon in mine sometimes.

43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? If i MUST pick a chocolate it’s gotta be dark and filled with mint OR it has to be milk chocolate and filled with fruit or nuts or both.

44. Tattoos or piercings? Piercings

45. Antique or brand new? Both

46. Dress up or dress down? Fucked if I know baby, i just spin a wheel and toss a dart to decide.

47. Cowboys or aliens? Space cowboys

48. Cats or dogs? Both don’t Make Me choose

49. Pancakes or waffles? Lately, waffles.

50. Bond or Bourne? Who? What? I don’t know.

51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? Both with a tendency towards fantasy

52. Numbers or letters? Letters

53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? ... The Hobbit.

54. Fair or theme park? Both are excuses for me to make people hang out with me and not sleep all day.

55. Money or fame? Money because fuck fame, damn like, i want friends and affection not a 24/7 security team protecting me from stalkers and papparazi 

56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? I mean I love both but lately laundry since i hate being forced to do other people’s dishes.

57. Snakes or sharks? Snakes

58. Orange juice or apple juice? Orange juice 

59. Sunrise or sunset? Sunrise

60. Slacker or over-achiever? Both. I hate life.

61. Pen or pencil? Pencil because I’m a mess.

62. Peanut butter or jelly? Peanut butter

63. Grammys or Oscars? I stop watching both when the red carpet segment is over.

64. Detailed or abstract? Detailed 

65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? Multiple choice.

66. Adventurous or cautious? Cautious but ambitious. 

67. Saver or spender? I have no choice in this matter as a broke person.

68. Glasses or contacts? Glasses

69. Laptop or desktop? Laptop may be convenient but a whole Desktop and monitor is kind of hard for a little bitch to steal from me in the middle of the night with all the millions of cords and accessories.

70. Classic or modern? classic or modern what? probably ‘both’ for the answer.

71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? Chef. but only to be taught how to cook alongside them so i can end up cooking things for them too.

72. Internet or cell phone? Internet

73. Call or text? Text

74. Curly hair or straight hair? curly would at least mean i don’t have to fucking brush it or style it, this fuck ass mop on my damn head

75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? Oh god, whenever i can muster the energy tbh.

76. Spicy or mild? Spicy 

77. Marvel or DC? both but also i’m kind of neutral?

78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? Ugh UGH ugh UUUUGH UuuuUuUUuUuUGH

79. Sky dive or bungee jump? See previous answer ^

80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? Chips Ahoy since they don’t sell that brand in my country and i miss them

81. Jello or pudding? Both.

82. Truth or dare? Truth

83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? Ferris wheel

84. Leather or denim? Denim

85. Stripes or solids? ...fandom merchandise and prints.

86. Bagels or muffins? bagels

87. Whole wheat or white? multigrain. i’m a bird bitch.

88. Beads or pearls? Gemstones

89. Hardwood or carpet? Hardwood because fuck???? vacuuming????

90. Bright colors or neutral tones? this fluctuates with my gender presentation.

91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? younger

92. Raisins or nuts? Both, preferably in small doses with a thin layer of milk chocolate.

93. Picnic or nice restaurant? Both are nice but a restaurant has more options

94. Black leather or brown leather? Black

95. Long hair or short hair? this also fluctuates with my gender presentation.

96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? Okay so like, why the hell would you fire before you aim, like for real people? (in other words: “Ready, aim, fire”)

97. Fiction or non-fiction? If it’s written well and well founded then i’ll read anything

98. Smoking or non-smoking? Non-smoking

99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? Both? it depends on the situation

100. Asking questions or answering questions? Answering because i have a million things to share but no almost one to talk to 

I was tagged by @crystxlrxses i think. I’m tagging:

@cecil-the-hooligan