#I meant to post this a few months ago when I made this but uhhhhh

[yeetusthemighty]

Live / Kill ft. the sillies [don’t ask how the Ice Emperor got a monster he just did]

[bazzybelle]

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you @amywaterwings @phoxphyre @carryonsimoncarryonbaz (and I’m gonna include you as well @aristocratic-otter , I am so glad that COTTA made you love writing again!!! The Blue and The Grey is SUCH A GOOD FIC! Everyone needs to read it!!

Name: Belle (Not comfy using my full name on here).

Fandoms: At the moment, fully committed to Carry On, but I am enjoying the heck out of Avatar: The Last Airbender ZUKKA fics. 

Where you post: At the moment, I only post on AO3... But I have a few old Criminal Minds stories on FanFic.net. 

Most popular one-shot: At first I wasn’t sure if it meant based on Kudos or Hits, but for BOTH, it’s I Just Want Your Extra Time.  The next popular fic is Speak my Language of Love. What I find kinda amazing is that BOTH of these fics were written as birthday gifts for two dear friends of mine ( @giishu and @carryonsimoncarryonbaz respectively). I also find it absolutely hilarious that my all time most popular story is an Explicit-rated fic, and it was the first time I ever wrote smut, so I was all “uhhhhh.... how...?” I did have a lot of fun writing both of those stories, and I’m glad that they were pretty popular. 

Most popular multi-chapter: In terms of both Kudos and Hits, it’s The Best Game You Can Name. This was the fic I wrote for the Remix event. Again, absolutely FLOORED that this fic got as much love as it did, because hoooooo boy, this was a doozy for me to complete. I think this is one of those fics that took so much out of me to write, but the fact that I stuck with it and got it done, makes me so happy and proud of myself. I took the challenge of remixing a fandom classic, @basic-banshee ‘s The Pitch series, and I am really proud of how it turned out. I am so happy that everyone who read it feels the same way. 

Fic you were nervous to post: Dude, I’m nervous to post EVERY story I write... and my friends will all tell you that. Recently, I was particularly nervous about posting With a Little Help From My (Sorta) Friend. This was a fic that I was nervous about writing, and was a real challenge for me to write, but I like challenging myself as a writer. In this fic, I wanted to come up with a scenario where two character who would not normally interact with each other, have an important heart-to-heart conversation. This was also my “I need to process Wayward Son” fic, as well as my “Baz Pitch needs friends” fic. There was a lot that I wanted to address in this fic, and it all had to be done in a way that would be believable for the two characters. This was also the first fic (in a long time) that I wrote FOR ME. It wasn’t a gift, it wasn’t part of an event... It was a fic that I wanted to write for myself. So... A LOT OF NERVES...

How do you choose your titles: I am SO bad at coming up with titles, it’s kinda pathetic. I typically use song title, because I’m basic af fuck... The occasional time I’ll come up with a clever pun or a silly quote, and I’ll use that, but like 90%, it’s a song quote (usually from the song that inspired the fic). 

Do you outline: ALL THE TIME! Yes... yes yes! The only time I didn’t outline was when I did COC last year, and even then, I wrote down an idea for each prompt (because I was crazy enough to think I’d do them all... I mean I did manage 13/30... so...) My fics are getting longer, and more convoluted, so I think having an outline is helpful in that it keeps my ideas and thoughts in order. Like I was writing No One To Save That Can’t Be Saved, and I think I gave Simon like 3 different ages. I had to stop and write out a time and age that made sense given the setting and history. 

Do you take prompts: I mean I won’t say “No” to a prompt, but it’ll take some time... Like I have a prompt from several months ago (and it’s a GOOD prompt) that I still have yet to tackle... But... I have an idea for it! 

Complete: Ummm 24 out of 27 fics are complete. 

In progress: 1) No One To Save That Can’t be Saved - This is my COTTA 1960′s murder mystery, and I LOVE IT SO DANG MUCH! I am still working on it, I’m just writing another thing that is more time sensitive.

2) A fic I’m writing as part of a server exchange... This... uh... got a little away from me... I HAD planned to make it a short and sweet fic, but then my brain was all, “I mean, that’s cool, but if you did THIS instead?” So it’s now like 15K words... I mean, I’m ALMOST DONE... But yeah...

3) I Need Another Perfect Lie - This was my DeNiall fic. It’s currently on an indefinite hiatus... My mental heath has taken a beating and a half over the last few months, and this fic wasn’t helping my mood. Maybe I’ll return to it, in the future...  

Um... I dunno who to tag... Lemme think... @fight-surrender @twokisses @theflyingpeach @ninemagicks @nightimedreamersworld @bazypitchandsimonsnow @scone-lover @vkelleyart @adamarks @palimpsessed @annabellelux @otherworldsivelivedin @xivz 

[kyukun]

Figment (OumaSai)

god i havent posted in a while but i am ALIVE!!! IVE JUST BEEN HELLABLAZY LATELY BUT UHHHHH YOU ASKED FOR ANGST AND I DELIEVERED LMAO HAVE FUNNNNN ;0000

title: figment

summary: Danganronpa is finally over. But the memories never faded. Especially the people.

word count: 1541

~~ prompt starts after cut! ~~

"Hey, Kokichi. How've you been?" He sat on the grass peacefully, his hat in between his legs as he crossed them. He turned his head, seeing flowers gently blossom over the grey stone. He smiled reminiscently, "I've been good. Though, things have been really quiet around here." He spoke softly, leaning against the gravestone beside him. 

 Shuichi fluttered his eyes open, noticing a mourning family walk along the pathway. "Danganronpa ended. That's all that matters, right?" Another silence had passed, the wind whispering through his ears as he gazed upon the other graves. He turned towards the rock, noticing the name embedded in it, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him.

 "Do you hate me? Be honest. I… I wasn't the most kind to you. I judged your character without even attempting to get close to you… You were never evil, you were scared. And I… And I judged you for it." Saihara had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't erase, tears warming his face as they streamed down endlessly. He sobbed into his hands, setting the bouquet of flowers he had upside the grave. 

 "Geez, Saihara-chan. Didn't know you were such a sad sap."

 His head whipped up as fast as lighting. That voice sounded all too familiar. Though, there was no way it was actually him. He was gone. He was just hallucinating. Yeah. Hallucinating.

 "Aw, are these hydrangeas? Shumai, how'd you know these are my favorite flowers? Did you spy on me?"

 Shuichi knew that it was him. There was no way he was hallucinating. He turned towards the grave, which is where the sound was the closest. At that moment, he could've sworn he was dreaming. As wind blissfully blew leaves across their bodies, he locked eyes with Kokichi. He was almost glowing? He was sitting on his grave, leg over the other as the flowers were in his lap. He grinned softly at Shuichi, whose tired eyes seemed to widen the minute they met with his. 

 "K-Kokichi? I thought you were--"

 "Dead?" He finished his sentence, placing the flowers next to the rest. "I am."

 "Then how are you…?"

 "I have some unfinished business. Mainly with you. So wipe those drips of snot and tears and let's get talking." He giggled, swinging down from the grave onto the grass. He sat cross legged, directly in front of Shuichi. Despite him being a ghost, he wasn't transparent. Well, not fully. He sat in front of the sun, which allowed Shuichi to see right through him. 

 His heart ached seeing the slight transparency with his body. While Shuichi could see him, and to a degree feel him, he was gone. There was no shadow, no slight crevices in the grass where he sat, nothing. "You look so tired. Come on, don't tell me you haven't been sleeping much because of me!" He laughed, but Shuichi hadn't been laughing. He hadn't even dismissed it like he normally did either. Instead he stared at the ground, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. 

 Kokichi nearly panicked, feeling a bit guilty. He was dead for pete's sake. He didn't think anyone would actually miss him. No, he's being too selfish right now. He needed to comfort Shuichi. 

 "H-Hey, Shumai. I was kidding. Are… are you okay?"

 Shuichi had no clue what came over him but he lunged for Kokichi. He gripped him tightly in a hug, both of them now in the grass. It was a weird experience. He could still somewhat feel Kokichi but he was cold. It felt like hugging a block of ice. Nonetheless, he hugged him. He sobbed into his scarf, releasing all of those inner feelings into his tears. 

 Kokichi had his eyes opened wide, shocked as a blush ran through his cheeks as the taller male greeted him with an embrace. Shuichi said nothing, tears meeting with the cold body beneath him. Kokichi had no clue why he was acting like this, he could feel Saihara's heartbeat against his lifeless, cold one. It made him feel good. 

 Shuichi, in a realization of what he was doing, stood up. Obvious tears streaming down his face as he helped Kokichi sit up. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me."

 Kokichi stared at Shuichi as he used the back of his sleeve to wipe his tears with a sad grin. His face was soft when he noticed how much Shuichi had cried. He used a hand to reach out and touch him hesitantly. A cold hand that bled through the sun cupped his cheek, wiping the pain away with one swipe. He used his thumb to wipe away the agony that had built up in those cold and lonely months he had experienced.

 Shuichi looked up, sleeve gently falling down into his lap as he looked at Kokichi. Not just looked, but really looked at him. The sun cowered over his shoulders, still gleaming in his eyes but creating a shadow over them. His purple irises watered as a genuine smile took place of the once soft expression. 

 Shuichi placed a hand over Kokichi's, feeling nothing yet everything at the same time. "Saihara-chan, I love you."

 Kokichi squeaked out those four words quietly, feeling himself being drowned in his own tears. "I really did… I… I'm sorry for pushing you away. I should've told you how I felt when I was alive but I could see the scorn in your face when you looked at me. You looked so much happier when I was away and… Shit, sorry." 

 Shuichi felt Kokichi's hand slip away from his, "Kokichi, uhm…"

 "No, it's fine. I shouldn't be crying. I should be comforting you." He stood up, drying his tears. He hadn't even given Shuichi the chance to speak. He cleared his throat, adjusting his scarf away from Shuichi. "Just kidding! Sorry about that!" The latter stared bewildered as the liar swung back towards the front of him, perfectly fine in a mere matter of seconds. His eyes were still visibly puffy, wet even. 

 For a split second he showed his true emotions. No ulterior motive, no lies, nothing. He let his true self show but covered it as quickly as it was revealed. Shuichi could feel himself being pulled in his eyes, never wanting to look away from them. "Kokichi? Can I ask you something?"

 "Mhm! Anything!"

 "Why…" He trailed off, unable to find the words he once had but soon regathered his thoughts. He stood up, "Why do you hide yourself like that?"

 "Hide what? I'm not hiding anything. Jeez, did you really believe that sob story? Saihara-chan must be really gullible, huh?"

 "Kokichi, stop messing around. You know what I'm talking about. You… You just confessed to me a minute ago and you're acting like it meant nothing. You can't mess with people's feelings like that."

 His face grew sour, but there was that hint of sadness that was there before. "Why not? It's not like you felt the same anyway."

 "You don't know how I feel."

 There was a moment of silence between the two. Kokichi turned from Shuichi, a faltering smile on his lips. "O-Of course I know! You had feelings for Kaede, didn't you? You two were really cute together." While he didn't outright deny that, he didn't confirm it either.

 "Regardless of my relationship with everyone else, you never gave me a chance to reflect on my feelings for you. Doesn't that matter to you?" Shuichi, in a heap of emotions, gripped Kokichi by the hand. He forced him to stay put. "I know it's too late for that now but… I'm not saying I didn't feel anything." Sooner than not, Kokichi had begun to disappear. 

 "I have to go. See you around." 

 He panicked, quickly trying to stop the fading body from leaving but it was too late. He was left alone in the graveyard just as before, the sun setting into shades of purple. 

 He fell to his knees, looking at the palms of his hands as if searching for Kokichi's hand to reappear in his. 

 He was… gone.

 He turned towards the gravestone with pleading eyes, not recognizing the letters engraved on it. He took a few minutes to process what had just happened. The name on the grave wasn't Kokichi's, but someone else's. He heard a voice pull him back into reality. 

 "Shuichi? There you are. You wondered off again. Are you okay? Why are you in a graveyard?"

 "I was… paying a visit to Kokichi." Maki looked at him with a face of confusion, "Who is Kokichi?"

 "We were in Danganronpa together, remember? He… He passed."

 "Shuichi, we've been through this. Kokichi doesn't exist remember? Your doctor told you he's just an imaginary person you made up. Your memory is all messed up from the game. We should go."

 No. That wasn't right. He… he was real. He wasn't fake. He could remember everything so vividly. The blood, the lies, the feelings. There was no fucking way he wasn't real. Shuichi brushed it aside for now, leaving the flowers by the gravestone, taking the hand that Maki had offered and stood up. "R-Right… let's just go."

 He wasn't real. He wasn't real. 

[likeshipsonthesea]

all of your writing is spectacular I just wanted to let you know that your ficlet about bully being attracted to dex and telling nursey about it has uhhhhh STOLEN my mind, body, and soul frfr. so if you ever did happen to continue it there's at least one person (me) who might actually just. lose it. have a nice day!!

thank you so much!! you’re so sweet for this message and i apologize for not responding for a long time, i was going to respond a few weeks ago with a ramble fic about how i would continue weewoo weewoo as a thank you, but then some technical difficulties occurred and i lost what i’d written and got frustrated and didn’t retry, until now i guess??

i’m going to let myself forget about how much i liked the original and try and explain, if i were to continue that idea (which i don’t have the motivation to do for real, unfortunately :( ), how i would do it

first off, nursey would go full ass Unchill to the max and panic and offer bully help in, ehem, fucking dex.

bully would be like ??? you just said that could be a bad idea??

but i also said it could be a good one, nursey would say, drunk and panicking further.

long story short, bully takes him up on his offer and the really fuckery begins.

so the next morning nursey wakes up fairly hungover, as after the whole thing in the reading room, he went off and got suitably plastered. dex wakes him up with a plate of mushy eggs (a dish his grandmother made for him as a kid that also works very well at quelling hangovers) and while nursey moans over it and proposes marriage to dex’s grandmother, a frequent occurrence, dex tells him, confused, that bully is downstairs waiting for him

then nursey promptly remembers his promise and curses himself and bully and dex for being so damn pretty this early in the morning

nursey has dex send bully up to his room and, in between mouthfuls of eggs and toast, explains his completely ad-libbed plan to bully. the gist of this plan is that while nursey tries to dig and see if dex is in fact dtf, bully will try to subtly insinuate to dex that he is already dtf

bully is, obviously, not very impressed with this plan.

he decides, without telling nursey, that he will go along with it, partly in the unlikely chance that it actually works and he gets over this thing he has about dex and can actually just be the dude’s friend (he spent the night sorting through his feelings and decided that he isn’t romantically attracted to dex, that he wants to be friends but also the dude is like really hot– when he tells nursey this nursey blinks dumbfounded, as it took him about two years to sort through his feelings for dex not one night and he’s not even really sure he’s acknowledged them fully)

the other part of the reason bully goes along with this is because, well. it seems like nursey put a lot of thought into it and like?? cares?? and maybe bully wants to make friends. a little. just a little. the dude’s like p weird, but seems nice, so whatever.

SO the plan commences and nursey spends the first two weeks trying to work up the nerve to ask dex if he finds bully attractive while sending bully to kegsters in tight t-shirts and having him chat dex up in the shower.

in the first two weeks, both nursey and bully realize some things

nursey realizes that he has absolutely no idea how to woo dex and also that those feelings he hasn’t really fully acknowledged are maybe possibly something more significant than the guy has really pretty laughs

bully, on the other hand, realizes that nursey is stupidly into dex and, after all the extra time chatting with the dude, dex feels just about the same way. though dex is much chiller about the whole thing, in bully’s opinion.

dex remains unaware of any schemes, but also really confused about why bully wanted to talk strategy in the showers??

after the two week mark, nursey decides to try harder because he promised and bully is a waffle and he deserves the help (he also decides to repress harder, but he ignores that part because, well. repression)

bully decides that he is going to get his two stupid upperclassmen together because he’s a p good dude. he also decides to ask out the freckly ginger in his writing class because dude’s got needs, okay?

the next time nursey tries to set up bully (”help the guy bake! he loves cooking and he and bitty bond all the time, but since bitty’s been restricted for thesis reasons, he’s been all by himself :((”) bully texts nursey for help and has him come downstairs just as bully gets a surprise message from louis that he’s stuck in his shower again and has to run out

dex, being in the middle of a pie, asks nursey if he wants to help. because why not??? bully was supposed to be helping him and if nursey’s already here…

nursey nods forcefully and rolls up his sleeves.

they spend the next hour making somewhat of a mess, bantering about something funny chowder did on the bus last week, and creating a slightly lopsided but thoroughly delicious pie. they eat it together, before it’s really cooled enough, while watching an hgtv show. nursey grins at the side of dex’s face while he complains about the choices the showrunners make and all around has a good time.

then he gets guilty because he’s supposed to be helping bully not himself!! what a bad upperclassman he is!!! bad nursey!!

bully face palms, but like emotionally. he’s too cool to physically do it.

queue montage of other dates meant for bully that he intentionally ruins to get nursey to take his place, followed by nursey’s happiness and guilt, and dex’s concurrent happiness with mild confusion.

months go by and nursey and dex don’t actually get together even though they’ve technically been dating forever and finally bully loses it.

“you’re in love with him!” he yells, over nursey trying to explain the next phase in the plan to him.

nursey blinks. bully’s voice had never gone above inside-voice level before.

“what.”

bully huffs. “i get it, dude. i got out my thing about him months ago with alex from my writing class. but i can’t keep watching you try to set me up with him when you’re obviously into the dude.”

“i, uh, i’m not– haha– i don’t– um–”

bully stares flatly. “he loves you too.”

nursey falls out of his chair. bully shakes his head. so unchill.

“he’s what.”

bully grabs his bag. “you’re welcome,” he says, pulling out his phone to call alex and update him about the whole mess. dude’s actually p cool. and p good in bed, too.

then nursey scrambles to find dex and see if it’s true and it is and they kiss or whatever and it’s hella cute and they thank bully at their wedding and everyone lives happily ever..

also an alternate version where it works and bully and dex start hooking up and DRAMA ensues but i guess that will have to be another post because i’ve got to get to bed my dudes lol

[bettervillains]

All the ice cream asks. 😘

Thanks friend :3 Also @isabellagrcia who asked me for all the ones I've tried Yana was extra extra so I'm just gonna answer them all here:• chocolate: when was your first kiss?I swear I get this question at least once every time I do one of these and it's still never, nope, not yet, trust me internet you'll be like the third to know when it happens. • french vanilla: how old are you?I'll be 25 in a month • cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?Iceland, Toronto, never made it to Wales or Athens when I was overseas• strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?Italian•coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?I wear a lot of Nyx (real into their lipstick) but for eyeliner it's Butter London all the way baby•mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?Indoors, unless it's cold out•cookie dough: do you play any instruments?Guitar, can fake my way through piano, clarinet • rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?I Want You, Marion Hill ; My Song 5, Haim• butter pecan: favorite songs for life?These Foolish Things, Billie Holiday ; There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Found It Yet, Panic! At the Disco• cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer you can't stand it• toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?Uhhhhh if I felt comfortable in a swimsuit either•chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?My Friends post (your fave is problematic: Life) is around 67k hits• bubblegum: books or movies?Yes• pistachio: manga or anime?Gotta say manga, tho Ghibli • salted caramel: favorite movies? The Apartment, The Sting, I know it's a cliché but I do really love Carol even though I don't rewatch a lot, recently been studying When Harry Met Sallybirthday cake: favorite books?• The Dumas fam's a safe bet, The Lover's Dictionary by David Levithan, My French Whore by Gene Wilder • moose tracks: favorites for manga?Hikaru no Go actually got me to learn go so jot that down • orange sherbet: favorites for anime?Uhhhh Sword Art Online has some really fab graphics and a cool concept • peanut butter: favorite academic subject?It's Lit™ • black raspberry: do you have any pets?Nope. Always wanting a cat tho • mango: when and why did you start your blog?About six years ago and who can remember • mocha: ideal weather conditions?Tundra. Or a crisp fall afternoon • black cherry: four words that describe you?"no, I was kidding"• neapolitan: things that stress you out?L o t s. Any kind of deadline or appointment makes time feel super short, but otherwise I have no sense of the passage of time so I have to set deadlines for myself. No good middle ground. • raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?Jazz, like 40s crooners stuff • chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?Love Chokotoffs most but haven't had them in ages, otherwise love a Kit Kat. Or Mango or Apple Hi-Chew. • toffee: a card game that you're good at?BS. Finally a game where you're allowed to cheat. And I've come up with a lot of creative ways in the past to do so. • lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?I'm trying to be better about it but most conventional breakfast food is terrible for me so I might start eating goddamn quinoa for breakfast cause I like it and it's pretty neutral. • dark chocolate: turn ons?Idk I'm mostly a pretty vanilla person just with a little bit of a flavor — like a bourbon vanilla. I've realized my like fantasy type is Just a Little Bit Mean™ (even tho I Love like kind passionate people irl) which horrified me when Mary Poppins fit in that category. Also explains the v mild praise kink. V MILD. • fudge: turn offs?If the person is a terrible person??? I can't get behind it, not even for surface level attraction. • peach: how do you relax?Baths or showers. Water signs yo. Also like....... good TV, good friends, good company. • praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?Gone Girl. I meant to, but then I forgot. • superman: do you like sweaters?Ehhhh when the time is right • cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?Hot tea all day, babe• dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?Sax? Or like.... drums. Weak ankles tho. • blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?Frequently and recently • ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?Uh tags in mobile ask responses • blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?All my friends duh. Follow a few impressionist art blogs too (gotta get that Monet) • almond: favorite mean girls quote?I mean four for you glen coco is a classic • butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?Unpainted but I just got a manicure so they've got a lovely buffed shine to them • cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?Looooooooool like what are we talking about here for romance no hell no for like offenses maybe probably? • blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?I'm basically the human incarnation of Hozier's Someone New so ye• cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?Uhh I always feel gross and weird head spacy after so not often • mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?Some hot contenders but once in middle school when I hated pink I definitely replied to a girl who was trying to peeve me by telling me, "You know what you would look good in? pink" with "You know what you would look good in? Nothing" I meant she wouldn't look good in any color cause BUURRRNNN but it was a weird moment. But, for the future, a fantastic op for a pickup line• brownie batter: do you like sushi?The like..... not raw fish kind, ye, sparingly. Would rather have potstickers • key lime: where do you want to be right now?I'm in bed as the sun's rising so p much nailed it. Or like......... Scotland, maybe. Somewhere soft. • red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?Oh boy do I. Negative 4 vision in one eye, 3.75 in the other. Bad bad bad. • green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?I like Phish Food from B&J and that Gold Medal swirl from baskin Robbins I can't remember what it's called

[wellhalesbells]

so.  i just found this in my drafts, partly finished, before i apparently flopped to the floor and decided, ‘i shall type no more, i am weary of this life, and i think there might be string cheese in a corner of the fridge.’  (there probably wasn’t, then i probably flopped there and thought, ‘i shall eat cheese no more, i am weary of this life, and then a dog licked my face.’  that sounds like an average day at least.)  anyway, i was tagged by @andavs eighty-fafillion years ago and i imagine she is now telling a story about not sharing some plywood with a blond dude, watching him drown and then throwing a necklace that i totally could've pawned overboard, like the selfish jerk she is.  that’s what getting older is like, right?  that’s a summation that is primarily a guess but backed by some solid titanic-based science.

Rules: Tag 20 followers that you would like to get to know better!

NAME: madeline (MAD - UH - LYNN not to be confused with MAD - UH - LINE okay?  i've never lived in an old house in paris covered in vines and i can’t walk a straight line to save my life, all right?)

NICKNAME: maddie, shmads, madsmonster, shamdsie, shamdseline, stinkypotamus, pie, squid, cal, bells, but i literally respond to anything because i have a sister who has a new nickname for me every few seconds.

STAR SIGN: pisces

GENDER: female

HEIGHT: oh.  5′, we really had to start my day with that reminder?

FAVORITE COLORS: oh all of them.  i adore all the colors, but in a way where they’re also somehow too insignificant for me to have favorites.

TIME RIGHT NOW: 4:07 pm

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: average, HA HA HA, ohhhh you do make me chuckle.  it’s all or nothing when it comes to sleep and most often it is nothing.

LAST THING I GOOGLED: the names of the powerpuff girls or, in my sophisticated-speak: ‘red powerpuff one.’  in fairness to me, i meant to write ‘girl,’ answered the phone and got distracted.  because i’m an adult.  working hard, at her job.  and the thing is i KNEW all their effing names, too, but i couldn’t remember which one was the red-haired one and i was like: it’s blossom, right?  but that didn’t sound right at all.  it still doesn’t.  i feel like she had a different name and it’s been redacted from all written record, scrubbed from the interwebs and replaced with this imposter name.  i’ve stumbled upon another conspiracy, guys, get out your staple guns and satellites.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: that depends entirely on where i’m living.  florida or dc summers and it’s one that’s easily flingable.  anywhere that gets legitimately cold and i open all the windows, drag out every blanket i own and pile it atop me like a reverse princess and the pea.  i’m the pea and oxygen is the princess.

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: oh gosh.  well.  derek hale.  that’s an obvious.  that’s number one, that’s my guy, that’s my squid-fish, my asshole hummingbird, my delightful dingo.  and you know what?  i don’t want to dilute the waters.  he’s number one and also only one.

FAVORITE BOOKS: *forgets every book to ever exist in the history of mankind*  um.  well, the harry potter series.  that’s a given too, i hated reading before those books came into my life (why does the education system pick the densest, most horrible literary works in history and then read them for forty-thousand weeks so you can’t ever escape them?  stamps out any idea that reading can be a fun escape pretty much immediately), after them i was voracious.  uhhhh i’ll go with what i’ve read in the past year or so because that’s about as far as my memory stretches: the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater, the night circus by erin morgenstern, i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson and i just finished station eleven by emily st. john mandel three days ago and that was awesome!

FAVORITE BANDS: i’ll do this by: if they came in concert, would i go see them?  because that list has DWINDLED since my teenager-dom, lemme tell you, so: the killers (whom i’ve never seen before and would like to) and stars (whom i have seen before and would again in a heartbeat)

DREAM JOB: mattress tester?  in my fantasy of it, a man with a bulbous nose and gills leads me to rows upon rows of mattresses in this cavernous airplane hangar-type place, so huge i can’t even see the wall parallel, and he looks at me sternly and says, “now we don’t appreciate rush jobs, little lady (he’s kinda sexist but i’m staring at his gills so i think it’s partly defensive).  we’re going to need you to sleep, properly sleep, on every single one of these and report back.  we don’t care how long it takes, as long as it’s done right.  quality over quantity, eh, missy?”

and then i say, “eh, gill,” and we fist bump.

WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW: work clothes - leggings, boots (well, no, my boots are off but i was wearing boots), jigglypuff socks, c3po underwear, a flimsy top that looks professional, an uncomfortable bra with tape on it and a hoodie jacket that looks wholly unprofessional and is designed with paint splatters and iron-on punk patches.  bossman loves it.  we have been not-making-eye-contact over it all day, despite his best attempts.  the other 99% of the time the answer would’ve been: a deadpool onesie.  and i would’ve been way happier about it.

WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG: uh.  is there a way to know that?  WAIT.  i feel like tumblr sent me a ‘your blog turned five years old today’ email a couple months ago and i trashed it with the thought: wow, you’re outta this kid’s life for five years and you breeze back in with a half-assed ‘happy birthday’ and no gift.  WHERE’S MY GODDAMN ALIMONY?

CURRENT AMOUNT OF FOLLOWERS: 3,160+ (i’m gonna guesstimate it ‘cause at all times i’m hemorrhaging them with the occasional gain so it’s always like an ‘ish’ number but it was 3,164 last i looked), which is stupid as hell because i don’t do anything.  for a lump of laze that regularly looks at an untied shoelace and shakes her head with a murmured, ‘too far,’ that’s pretty goddamn exceptional.

WHAT DO YOU POST ABOUT: CAN’T PUT NO CHAINS ON ME.  i mean, yeah, um, it’s pretty much a gigantic mess of messery that is whatever catches my eye/heart.

DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS: no.  well, yes.  but no.  i have a sense8 side blog that i shouldn’t have because i’m not a responsible blog owner and where in the hell did i get this idea that i could handle a second one?

WHEN DID YOUR BLOG REACH ITS “PEAK” (WHEN DID YOU GET MORE FOLLOWERS, HAVE POPULAR POSTS, ETC): uhhhhh.  my most notable peak was probably right after i finished there’s monsters at home.  i hadn’t really been posting on tumblr that long and i still didn’t really know how it worked (that streak lives on, woo!) but i knew this is where teen wolf lived so i was trying, badly but trying.  then i finished it and went up by about 1,000 followers in a month and it was all very exciting.  then, as always happens, people get bored and wander away because i am not very exciting and WHATEVER, I DON’T EVEN CARE, I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAY.  I HAD MY EYES ON YOUR BEST FRIEND, HOECH, THE WHOLE TIME, SO THERE.

WHO IS YOUR MOST ACTIVE FOLLOWER: is there a way to know this???

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO GET A TUMBLR: getting into teen wolf was what did it.  i was eljay-based before that because that is where hp lives (or was living at the time) and then i got into teen wolf and realized i had to learn a new platform and drank heavily, cried pitifully, and read sterek fanfic and decided: no, i really have to do this because i am in love as i never have been before.  (or since.)

DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS: ew.  no.  HOW DO YOU LIVE LIFE WITH THAT?

TAG 20 PEOPLE: wow, we’re assuming that i know twenty people?  if you guys haven’t done this and want to, go for it and tag me as the tagger if you’d like, i’ll come plonking over and check it out!