#I need him to ride me into the sunset with a pencil skirt on

[v7n5]

Me if I spend even one more second thinking about Howard crossdressing (I am at my limit)

[verfound]

WIP Wednesday: 7/8/20

I was hoping to have this one done today, but...guys it was only Tuesday and had already been a WEEK.  The fic itself is fighting me, and life has been fighting me.  So here’s a preview of what I’m playing fighting with...

There was a nervous sort of energy thrumming beneath her skin.  An anxious buzzing.  Her sketchbook lay open and untouched on her lap.  Her pencil tapped an agitated staccato against the page, eager to move, to create, but…there was nothing.

There hadn’t been anything for a while now.

Marinette pushed out a breath in a heavy sigh and looked up, her eyes staring listlessly out across the lawn of the Trocadéro.  This place used to make her happy.  Before.

The Trocadéro breathed life.  It had always been an endless source of inspiration for her. She had lost track of how many hours, how many days she had spent on these very steps, filling sketchbook after sketchbook with countless designs inspired by the things she saw here

There, by the fountains, were the tourists taking a selfie.  Before, she would see their bright smiles and the play of water behind them and see swirling, dazzling skirts the palest shade of blue. André’s cart was parked at the top of the steps on the other side of the lawn, a line of couples already queueing for their Sweetheart Ice Creams. Before, she would see the lovesick expressions and think of sweetheart necklines, pale pink dresses that would burn orange in the sunset and glow white with the moonlight.  M. Ramier tossed breadcrumbs to his beloved pigeons a few benches away, a gaggle of kids giggling as they reached tiny hands into the bag to help.  Before, she would see a little hood with kitty ears, or maybe even a frog with wide, innocent eyes staring from the top of unruly curls.

But that was before.

This place used to make her happy.

Now, it just made her sad.

She had filled entire sketchbooks on these very same steps.  Before.

Now, she was struggling to fill a single page.

Before, she had hidden behind that column, waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell Adrien how she really felt.  And when he had actually offered her a ride home, she had blundered something about couscous and waved him on.  Before, she had sat in her room with the girls and plotted and schemed time after time how they would hunt down André and invite Adrien – a group outing with Nino and Alya, their best friends, so it wouldn’t be weird.  And when she had finally managed to get a Sweetheart Ice Cream with Adrien, André had given her one scrutinizing look, glanced at Adrien beside her, and dipped his scoop in the pistachio flavor before dropping it on the scoop of blackberry.  (She should have known then.  André always knew, and he had already told her her love would come with peach for his lips and mint for his eyes.   Adrien had never been a mint, anyway, and pistachio didn’t taste as good with blackberry.)  Before, she had dreamt and hoped of first dates and hamsters and three kids in a future that seemed so certain, if only she could speak.  And once she had finally spoken…

Loving Adrien Agreste had always been exhausting.  She didn’t know why she had expected that to change once they had actually started dating.

Her fingers tightened around her pencil, stopping the incessant tapping.  Her eyes burned, and she narrowed them in an attempt to keep from crying.  She wasn’t going to cry today.  She had promised herself that.

She looked back at the blank page, her pencil still hovering.  This was stupid. She had a job to do.  A commission…well, a favor to complete. She wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Adrien, not anymore.  She had wasted enough time thinking about Adrien the past few years.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.  She hesitated only a moment before pulling it out.

JC: Hey.

JC: How goes it?

Marinette bit her lip.  Her thumbs hovered as uncertainly as her pencil.  There was nothing for Juleka, either.

JC: Band practice 2day. U coming?

No.  She didn’t think she was.

…she hadn’t been to band practice in a while.

JC: It’s just Ivan wants 2 c the new costumes.

JC: …we all do.

Her page was still blank.

The showcase they needed the costumes for was only a few weeks away.

She had nothing.

Her phone buzzed again.

LC: ignore her. take your time.

Her gut twisted.

LC: we’ll still be here when you’re ready.

LC: our current costumes are FINE.

LC: no rush.

She was still staring blankly at the screen, blinking against the burn of tears in her eyes, when another message came through.

LC: …i don’t want to ask if you’re ok.  you don’t have to say.  you know that.

LC: …but are you ok?

She almost threw her phone down the steps.  Instead, she muted it and shoved it deep inside her bag.

…she was a terrible person.

She had been avoiding all of them: Juleka, Rose, Ivan, Luka…especially Luka.  It was easier to avoid Ivan, who didn’t go to the same school as them anymore.  It was harder to avoid Juleka and Rose when they shared most of their seconde classes together.  Luka was…harder, in a way, to avoid.  She went to his school now.  They didn’t have any classes together, but they almost always had lunch with him. She always felt his eyes on her in the hall between classes.  He hovered on the periphery, like her pencil over the blank page.  Close enough that she knew he was there and concerned, but always respectful of her wishes.

He knew she needed time.

He knew how guilty she felt about…

Just like she knew he didn’t care.

That’s probably what made it all worse.

She was the one who had chosen Adrien, even as she had been getting closer and closer with Luka.  She was the one who had kept Luka in the background, a constant presence in her life, between time spent at the Liberty, time spent with the band, and time spent just because they were friends.  She was the one who always went to Luka with her problems, simply because he let her and he cared.  She was the one who had taken advantage of that, in the end.

…she was the one who had broken his heart, even as she was breaking her own.  Even if he would never tell her that, she knew that to be the case.

She had never stopped Adrien from his open affections around the older boy, after all. She had never tried to keep Luka away from the disaster that was quickly becoming the Adrienette ship.  She was friends with Luka, and so was Adrien, so even if Luka was in love with her he would be happy for his friends, right?  That’s what she had told herself, at least.  That’s what she’d tried to believe, even as time drug on and she realized more and more that Adrien had never really been in love with her, anyway.  Not the part of her she needed him to be.

Things were supposed to be easier when they revealed their identities.  Instead, it just ended up being one more thing Master Fu had been right about.

Her hand fisted around the spine of her sketchbook again, and with a frustrated cry she threw her pencil down the steps.  She curled in on herself, hugging her knees and taking deep, steadying breaths.

Adrien didn’t love her.  He never had.

And she was starting to think she had never really loved him, either.

So why did it still hurt so bad?

“Marinette?”

She froze, her fingers digging painfully hard into her sides.  Probably hard enough to bruise.  She knew that voice.

…she had been avoiding that voice, too.

“Are ye all right, lass?” Anarka Couffaine asked, kneeling onto the step beside her and laying a heavy hand on her shoulder.  She was sure it was supposed to be comforting.

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CaptainCelb09 So, I've met All Might before. I just didn't know it was him.

It wasn't a big deal or anything - I tripped walking home one day and this really tall skinny guy stopped to make sure I was okay. I was embarrassed someone saw me and brushed him off, practically ran away. Now I'm sitting here with my face on fire cause I tripped in front of ALL MIGHT and he tried to help me up and akslhsdfouashefgoawu I cannot fucking believe this I should have taken his hand

070809 Pudding Cups

Time - 6:53 PM

Scene - Shofu Park

Your Narrator - crying on a bench

My girlfriend had just broken up with me. Through text. Like, ouch, right? Anyway.

I'm just kinda staring at my phone, blurry eyed, kicking at maple leaves, wishing I could text her back cause she just blocked my number when this tall blond guy shuffles up and takes a seat at the other end of the bench. Doesn't say anything, just sits, placing his grocery bag beside him. It's a public park, whatever right?

I'm wiping my eyes, putting my phone back in my pocket and suddenly there's this white thing in front of me - blond guy is offering me a napkin, Still doesn't say anything, just smiles a little. I take it and wipe my eyes, blow my nose, try to get it together cause apparently I look bad enough that this complete stranger is worried about me. I'm stuffing the napkin in a pocket when he holds something else out - a chocolate pudding cup, one of those with the little spoons in the lid.

I'm kinda like wha? but take it anyway and he takes another one out of his bag, he's got a six pack of them in there, and he tears off the lid and starts snacking and I do the same cause fuck it, right? I eat the whole thing and he gives me another one, like we're old friends or something and I'm halfway through it when he finally speaks.

"Bad day?"

And I can't help but laugh. It's so dumb. I'm single and heartbroken and eating pudding cups with this stranger on a public park bench as it gets dark and I don't know what to feel anymore. I tell him what happened and we eat the whole six pack together, shootin' the shit until the street lights come on. He calls me "young man" and claps me on the shoulder and it's so dumb but it cheered me up. He puts all the trash back into the bag and tosses it in the bin and tells me he needs to get going and hell, I do too.

I didn't even get his name. I thought about that encounter a lot though. I have a new girlfriend and she's great. We were together when All Might's last battle happened, watching everything go down on the TV at a bar and we're all losing our shit and I lose it even harder when the smoke clears cause that's the guy I ate pudding cups with what the hell

The last three years, any time I'm having a bad day, I go to the store and get some chocolate pudding cups. Whenever the world was just a shitty place, I'd think about that blond guy, shuffling through the park and making things better as he went along.

And I guess it figures that man would turn out to be All Might, cause that's what All Might has always done - moved forward and made things better.

spite-and-aesthetic my dumbass cat

small might plucked my stupid cat out of a tree wtf kinda cliche is this guy

AM_FAN0112 i cannot BELIEVE

TWO YEARS. TWO FUCKING YEARS ALL MIGHT HAS BEEN COMING INTO MY SHOP ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL TOSHINORI

I'M DEADASS SERIOUS HE COMES IN EVERY FEW WEEKS AND BUYS A BOOK AND SOMETIMES WE CHAT ABOUT MANGA AND HE ALWAYS ASKS HOW SCHOOL IS GOING AND HELPS WITH MY ENGLISH HES SO NICE AND TOLD ME TO CALL HIM TOSHINORI IS THAT HIS REAL NAME?? A CODENAME?

I GOT HIM HOOKED ON SUGAR SUGAR CAT CAFE ITS THE DUMBEST SYRUPY SHOUJO ROMANCE AND WEVE BEEN READING IT TOGETHER FOR OVER A YEAR WHAT IS MY LIFE

Sexi-tery Long post is long

Lemme set the scene; it's raining buckets, and I'm on my way to a job interview in the ritzier part of town. I've got my best clothes on - nice, crisp suit jacket, smart-looking skirt, a decent-but-could-be-shinier pair of heels. I've just left lunch with a friend and I've got an hour before the most important interview of my life.

That's when a bus rolls by and drenches me in the greasy puddle-water of downtown Tokyo.

Y'all, I was trying not to hyperventilate. I don't have time to go home and change. Even if I did, these were my best clothes. I'm screwed, no one is going to hire me looking like a sopping mess, *I* wouldn't hire me looking like this whatdoIdo

Someone picks up my umbrella. I didn't even realize I'd dropped it. I'm still freaking out. Someone is pulling me, I'm not even on this planet right now, someone is talking to me, I have an interview, where are my anxiety meds?

There's this blond guy hunched over, trying to bring me back down, telling me to breathe, calm down, you'll be okay. He's breathing with me and it's working and I think I might be crying but my face is so wet I can't tell.

He gets the story out of me once I'm back on planet Earth, and gets this determined look on his face. Drags me across the street into a clothing store. A really, really nice clothing store. Outta-my-budget, outta-my-lifetime sort of clothing store. Pushes me to the racks, tells me to pick out whatever I want.

I don't even question it - I may be back on Earth, but I'm still in the upper atmosphere somewhere. I grab a few things to take to the dressing room and fit myself into an extremely nice pantsuit. An attendant comes in to help, gets the tags off so I can wear the clothes out, bags my soaking wet puddle of fabric and blond guy pays for it all without even blinking.

He leads me back out, hails a cab, and I'm like, what now? And we pull up to a salon and he gets my hair dried and done, I KNOW he must have tipped the hairdresser a crazy amount to get me in and out that quickly, and the cab is idling outside the whole time, waiting to take me to my interview when we're done. All the while, blond guy is smiling, cracking jokes, and just being all-around charming. I'm wondering what I'm going to owe for this, what he wants, maybe he's some sort of creeper? But he seems so nice?

And when we're done, he prods me over to the cab, but doesn't get in. Doesn't ask for anything, just wishes me good luck. Like, who even is this guy? Who does all that for a total stranger?

All Might, that's who. Holy crap you guys, All Might got me to my interview on time and it's the best job I've ever had. I'd still be pushing pencils in a miserable office if he hadn't been there that day.

 Kirasagwa74

A train ride

I remember a time before All Might. I remember when the Yakuza worked out in the open and villains took what they wanted without fear.

I'm old, is what I'm saying. These bones ache and creak every time the weather even thinks about changing. I don't complain too much; I'm used to it. I'm used to being out of the loop and lost in the shuffle. It's alright - I have my routines and I stick to 'em.

One of them is riding the train to a favorite cafe. They have an excellent coffee blend. I've seen All Might on that train many times, though I never knew it was him until a little while ago. He's a good man with kind eyes. If it was crowded, he would let me have his seat. Chat about the good ol' days, heroes from another generation. I haven't seen him on the train in a while. I miss him.

SingleSuperMom31 Carried Home

This was pretty recent - just a few months ago. Long post up ahead.

Context: I'm a single mom. My ex didn't want kids, so I've raised Aya by myself. It's been a little difficult lately thanks to a broken arm, but I've managed.

Anyway, I took Aya to a local park a few months ago. It's a few minutes walk from the apartment, and I wanted to grab some things from the store anyway, so I took her out to let her burn off some energy. Her Quirk is Photosynthesis, so she has a lot of it!

When we get there, the first thing Aya wants to do is get on the swings. She's almost three and my arm is broken - I don't want to put her in a regular swing in case she falls, so I'm trying to maneuver her into one of the strapped swings with one arm. Aya isn't heavy, but I'm still struggling to manage when a thin man with blond hair walks up.

"Ma'am? Would you like some help?"

He's tall, super super tall, and gaunt, but he has a kind smile. Aya likes him right away and helps her into the swing and pushes her a little while she screams to go higher.

He was so, so nice to my little girl. He let her call him Toshi and played with her for over an hour, lifting her on the monkey bars and holding her hands on the balance beam since I couldn't manage it at the moment. He sits with me when some other children come to play, and we talk a while, about Aya, about how my arm got broken (it's quite a story), about being a single parent.

It's hard, you know? I love my kid, I'd die for her, but it's still hard, and it's even harder with this arm. He was just so nice - he had this presence, like you could tell him anything and I did. I told him about my ex, that he left, that he didn't want to be a part of Aya's life. You could tell he was really listening, not just being polite. I've gotten a little teared up, and he just smiles and pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket. He's quiet for a little bit, watching the kids play. Then he turns back to me, and I know I'll remember this for the rest of my life, word for word -

"I don't have any family of my own, so perhaps it doesn't mean much coming from me," he looks a little awkward. "But for what's it's worth, I think you're doing a fine job. One day, Aya will be old enough to appreciate what a strong, lovely mother she has."

Aya sees me crying and comes rushing over, hugging my knees and I'm a mess and maybe a little bit in love. He's just so kind and Aya has crawled into my lap and hugs my neck. It's sunset, so her Quirk is finally slowing down and she falls asleep while I'm still reeling over the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

I'm apologizing, it's late, I still haven't gone to the store, Aya is asleep on my lap and I'm trying to figure out how I'm gonna get her home with this broken arm and he offers to walk us home. He lifts Aya up and puts her head on his shoulder and I know she's drooling a bit, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He radiates this goodness and warmth and safety; I don't even hesitate to invite him in for a cup of tea. He comes in long enough to put Aya on the couch, but doesn't stay. He wished us both well, and that was it. I took Aya to the park every day that week, hoping to see him again, but I didn't.

Until two weeks ago - I was making dinner and Aya was watching cartoons. I thought it was cartoons anway, when she yells -

"Mommy! That's the man who carried me home!"

And that's definitely him, there's no mistaking it. I shouldn't be letting a three year old watch this, but I can't look away either. All Might played with my Aya. All Might told me I was a good mother. All Might carried my daughter home. All Might is fighting for his life on my television right now.

I didn't know what love was until I held Aya in my arms. I didn't know what heroism was either, not until that night. Not until I connected two people together and realized they were the same person. I didn't know what a hero was until I realized that "hero" wasn't a title All Might put on and took off, it's something he IS, 24/7, on and off the clock. I'd live the rest of my life with a broken arm if I could have half of the strength and kindness that exists in this man, if I could be even a fraction of the person he is.

I think about him every day. I got an All Might keychain, so I'd always have something close by to remind me that heroism isn't always about punching villains and holding up buildings; sometimes, heroism is about talking to a stranger. Sometimes, heroism is about pushing a swing.

Sometimes, heroism is about carrying a little girl home.

[anyway-i-love-vanderwood]

RFA + Minor Trio react to MC being kidnapped? And how would they go about saying them?

✿ im sorry if you wanted a serious answer to this because this got goofy.

Yoosung

Everyone expects him to cry, but no - no, this little chick of a man has hatched into a full-fletched chicken, and if the Legend of Zelda has taught anyone anything, it’s that our favorite egg-producing feathered friends ought to be respected and feared.

He gets cold. Quiet. And though he doesn’t look much like an action hero, he has learned how to be an unstoppable, unrelenting force of destruction via his mother. When you’re taken, Yoosung will not be denied in his quest to get you back.

Yoosung hires a private investigator and pours over documents, photos, and red-string connected diagrams in the interests of finding out who took you, where you’re being held, and how to get you back.

When storming the warehouse where you’re being kept, he doesn’t go in through the front door, but uses his LOLOL raid-planning skills to engineer a rescue operation. His co-conspirators are said private investigator and his gaming buddies, who Aren’t Going To Leave a Bro Hanging, Dangit.

For once, Yoosung gets to be the shining paladin of his dreams as he rushes in to rescue you with a bunch of other nerds.

Zen

Zen gets sulky, angsty, and in typical Zen fashion, he lone wolfs it.

He really looks the part of a brooding boyfriend set on getting the love of his life back. He puts on his leather jacket! He gets on his motorcycle! And he starts pursuing your captors with a dogged vengeance.

He uses his army of fans to track down details about where you are, because even though his armada of pining, lovestruck teenagers doesn’t entirely appreciate your existence, the thought of Zen being a loyal badass who goes to the ends of the earth for his loved one is so D~R~E~A~M~Y that they help out. With thousands of eyes combing the entirety of Korea, he gets some leads about your location within short order.

Once he knows where you are, he gets on his motorcycle and CRASHES THAT PARTY.

LITERALLY.

CRASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW.

then throws a chair at someone because Zen’s planning abilities are poor, but his heart is in the right place, ok?

Jaehee

jaehee karate chops a motherfucker.

Like - there’s no stopping her. There’s no halting her for a fraction of a second. Once she hears the news, she stands up, adjusts her glasses, walks out of work… and goes on the warpath.

like, Turn Down for What is blaring in the background as she walks into the camera, explosions firing behind her while she’s dressed in her pencil skirt and fashionable suitjacket.

she buries one of her heels into a man’s stomach.

IT’S PRETTY SCARY.

She rescues you and carries you off into the sunset, while on a yacht, without having sustained a scratch. Everything is sparkling. There’s a dolphin jumping superimposed over a rainbow.

…i will admit this might be wish fulfillment here

please jaehee. come for me.

please.

i’ll do anything.

[The others are under the Read-more!]

Jumin

Solves his problems with money, and not by “paying the ransom” like his staff is suggesting. No. Jumin can’t be that complacent. Jumin can’t reward the person who would dare touch his angel.

Jumin basically hires a small army to get you back.

It’s like one of those action movies, except Jumin is the president who is managing everything from the command room while the Cool Guys are running around dodging explosions or whatever.

Honestly, he’s pretty scary. Like, James-bond “petting a cat while plotting” scary.

When you’re rescued, he wants to be the first to talk to you. Like, none of his agents are allowed to speak to you and explain anything, it has to come from him directly.

he also doesn’t slip, because lmao, there’s no way he’s going to rest while you’re in danger. what the hell does anyone take him for???

Seven

basically has an emotional breakdown where he shoves everyone out of his life, which is honestly business as usual for Seven.

He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t do anything except work his hacking magic and go to the bathroom, which he only does because he knows he can use his cell-phone to continue searching while he’s on the toilet. 

it’s. kinda gross. seven gets pretty smelly. at some point, Vanderwood forces their way in and begins aiding him, but that’s only after three days of stale air is allowed to accumulate in Seven’s awful Hacking Den.

Once he locates you, he just wants to drive out IMMEDIATELY, because WHO CARES ABOUT PREPARATION AND SAFETY MEASURES, YOU’RE IN TROUBLE AND EVERY SECOND HE DELAYS COULD MEAN YOU GET HURT EVEN MORE!!

vanderwood is the only voice of sanity in this miserable endeavor, and is the one that hauls a duffel-bag full of weapons and Seven’s weird robo-dog along for the ride.

The resulting debacle is kind of like an episode of Charlie’s Angels, if Charlie’s Angels were actually just two loser secret-agents with weird fashion senses and who are really hyped up on caffeine.

As soon as Seven gets you back, he passes out, and Vanderwood has to grab the wheel because Seven is a moron who won’t let anyone else drive his car even when he’s ODing on energy drinks and needs to go to the hospital.

vanderwood tells you not to pity him, but you do, because he’s your Hero.

V

please tell me honestly, do you think this man is going to save you?

no.

he’s not

he just bursts into tears and has a panic attack, sobbing about how if he was a better boyfriend this wouldn’t have happened and it’s ALL HIS FAULT.

(jumin takes pity on his stupid best friend and throws money at the problem for him.)

Look, V tries to be cool. Really. He wants to save you, but he’s blind as a bat and probably was shoved into lockers when he was in high-school. seriously, he’s a photographer. nothing in his skillset prepared him for this!

His only real contribution is giving photo-editing advice to help improve the resolution on some security camera footage, which Jumin later hypes up to you as having been a key contribution to Operation: Save MC.

it wasn’t.

jumin is just the ultimate wingman and doesn’t want you to know that V had to drink some hot cocoa to calm down.

Unknown (Saeran)

Saeran seems to take the news pretty well, in that he doesn’t punch any walls or yell at anyone. no, he just grabs a baseball bat out of the closet, procures a length of rope, and calmly walks out the door.

this is Bad.

I cannot emphasize how Bad this is.

Saeran doesn’t want help. Not only does he not trust anyone with the job, but it would also damage his pride. He won’t even let Seven help him, though it’s fair to say that Seven isn’t about people letting him do things and he helps out anyway.

So, Seven is running around trying to low-key keep Saeran from getting killed while Saeran just launches himself into danger with a comet-like velocity.

seriously, once he finds the location where you’re being kept, he DROPS IN THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT WITH ONLY SOME ROPE AND A BASEBALL BAT TO HELP HIM.

saeran and vanderwood are there in the shadows, shooting guys and trying to keep him from dying.

When you’re freed, you hug him and tell him he was SO COOL. You do not see Vanderwood and Seven high-tailing it out of there, exhausted and miserable.

They don’t mind that they don’t get any credit, but they wish Saeran would stop BRAGGING about it.

Vanderwood

ok this loser is an ex-secret agent, do you REALLY think they weren’t prepared for this eventuality?

do you really think that they didn’t expect that this might happen?

do you really think they didn’t already have a pre-planned response strategy to handle you getting kidnapped?

Well, they do.

And they follow it to the letter.

They are so organized about this. They even had VACATION TIME built up which they’d saved for precisely this purpose.

Seven Owes Them, so Vandy makes him help, and they’re totally calm as they tell him what they need him to do, where they need him to go, and what they need him to bring.

They’re criticizing the kidnapper’s technique, for christ’s sake (though tbh that might also be a coping mechanism.)

This is such a boring, mechanical rescue that Seven feels he has to spice it up by incorporating robots.

This goes badly, and in the end, Vanderwood has to jump with you out of a warehouse window into the bay and pray that neither of you are implicated in arson charges.

[medusinestories]

“100 Questions

@moosefrog​ tagged me, tagging... anyone else who wants to. Yes that was lame. XD

1. Coffee or tea? Tea. Always tea. So much tea. Coffee is the devil’s bitter palpitation-inducing bile.

2. Black and white or color? Colour

3. Drawings or paintings? Drawings. 

4. Dresses or skirts? Both? Dresses maybe.

5. Books or movies? Books.

6. Pepsi or Coke? Pepsi. I don’t drink it anymore, but when I was a kid we used to drink that and Coke doesn’t taste as satisfying somehow.

7. Chinese or Italian? Both! Definitely both!

8. Early bird or night owl? Extreme night owl. Pretty sure my doctors would say it’s a disorder but shh I don’t tell them.

9. Chocolate or vanilla? I'd say vanilla because I’m always in the mood for vanilla, whereas there are some times I’m not really in the mood for chocolate.

10. Introvert or extrovert? Introvert with the ability to behave like an extrovert for short bursts.

11. Hugs or kisses? Hugs.

12. Hunting or fishing? I don’t think I could stomach killing a hot-blooded animal but I could just about manage catching a fish. Or I could put it back into the water. ;-p

13. Winter or summer? Bleh. I’ll say summer if I don’t have to spend it in my horribly hot city.

14. Spring or fall? Oh god both! Spring for the promise of warmth and the flowers and autumn for the cooling down and the beautiful colours.

15. Rural or urban? Urban.

16. PC or Mac? PC.

17. Tan or pale? Paler than pale. You know that photo with someone on the beach who’s so pale they blend in with the sand? That’s me.

18. Cake or pie? Cake

19. Ice cream or yogurt? Ice cream.

20. Ketchup or mustard? I tend to have mustard more often than I have ketchup.

21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? Sweet pickles. Not a huge fan of dill.

22. Comedy or mystery? It really depends on my mood... but if we’re talking films, probably mystery. Comedies are more hit-or-miss with me.

23. Boots or sandals? Boots. Every day, even in summer.

24. Silver or gold? Definitely silver. Gold looks silly on me.

25. Pop or Rock? Both and more.

26. Dancing or singing? Singing.

27. Checkers or chess? I have never played either.

28. Board games or video games? Video games.

29. Wine or beer? I don’t usually drink alcohol but I do sometimes have a bit of shandy. So beer. I hate wine unless it’s used for cooking.

30. Freckles or dimples? Freckles (not on me, my freckles are literally grey-coloured smh)

31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? Honey mustard

32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? ... exerwhat? I have no idea what these things are. :-p

33. Baseball or basketball? omg both of those carry painful memories. Do I look like I hate sports? Cause I really really do.

34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? Sudokus.

35. Facial hair or clean shaven? Absolutely depends on the person, but I do have a Thing for nice beards.

36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? lmao North America and their fancy ice options. If I have ice it’s a cube, but I usually don’t have ice.

37. Skiing or snowboarding? HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No. I’ve never done either despite living in a country where people come expressly to practice these sports. If I was forced at gunpoint I’d choose to ski because there’s a remotely better chance that I wouldn’t dislocate or break something within 5 minutes.

38. Smile or game face? Smile.

39. Bracelet or necklace? Bracelet.

40. Fruit or vegetables? Fruit

41. Sausage or bacon? Sausage

42. Scrambled or fried? My stomach doesn’t like eggs very much, but scrambled go down better than fried.

43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? BOTH. Together. Oooh.

44. Tattoos or piercings? On me? Maaaaybe tattoo, in my imagination. On other people, both can be very interesting.

45. Antique or brand new? It depends what it is, but usually it’s brand new.

46. Dress up or dress down? Down.

47. Cowboys or aliens? Aliens.

48. Cats or dogs? Cats.

49. Pancakes or waffles? Both!

50. Bond or Bourne? I had to Google “Bourne”, I’m obviously not a spy movie person. Well, Bond, since I know him.

51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? Both, as well as science fantasy. I’m a sucker for stories set on earth, though, rather than alternate worlds.

52. Numbers or letters? Letters

53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? Absolutely both.

54. Fair or theme park? Fair, for the simple reason that I’m not going on the rides so paying to get into a theme park would be a big waste.

55. Money or fame? Money

56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? Dishes

57. Snakes or sharks? Snakes

58. Orange juice or apple juice? Orange

59. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset

60. Slacker or over-achiever? Both. :-p

61. Pen or pencil? Pencil.

62. Peanut butter or jelly? Peanut butter.

63. Grammys or Oscars? *snore*

64. Detailed or abstract? Detailed.

65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? Essay.

66. Adventurous or cautious? Super cautious.

67. Saver or spender? Saver.

68. Glasses or contacts? Neither, because I got LASIK! *happy dance* I’ve had both glasses and contacts, though, and they each have their drawbacks and their advantages. I just couldn’t wear lenses anymore because they suck at correcting strong astigmatism.

69. Laptop or desktop? Desktop. I love my desktop. *is a dinosaur*

70. Classic or modern? Classic.

71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? Hmmm. Personal chef is tempting IF they can adapt to my long list of no-no foods (stupid IBS). I probably need a personal fitness trainer more, but they’d have to adapt to my tendency to injure myself all the time (yay hypermobility :-6).

72. Internet or cell phone? Internet

73. Call or text? Text

74. Curly hair or straight hair? Curly

75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? Evening.

76. Spicy or mild? Somewhere in between?

77. Marvel or DC? I think Marvel but tbh I know nothing about these things except the film adaptations.

78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? Ahahaha ugh. Rent.

79. Sky dive or bungee jump? No. :-P

80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? Oreos are okay and I’ve never had the other one. But... just for the name alone, Chips Ahoy. XD

81. Jello or pudding? Ooh tough one. I like both.

82. Truth or dare? Truth.

83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? Ferris wheel

84. Leather or denim? Leather

85. Stripes or solids? Solids

86. Bagels or muffins? Muffins

87. Whole wheat or white? White

88. Beads or pearls? Beads

89. Hardwood or carpet? Hardwood. I used to have carpet and it’s so high maintenance, especially if it gets infested with clothes moths. D:<

90. Bright colors or neutral tones? Neutrals

91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? I’m definitely more mature, as mature and less mature than I should be at my age, depending on which area of my life you look at. :-p

92. Raisins or nuts? Nuts

93. Picnic or nice restaurant? Restaurant

94. Black leather or brown leather? Black

95. Long hair or short hair? Long. A bit too long atm, it’s down to the middle of my back.

96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? LMAO what?! ready, aim, faire.

97. Fiction or non-fiction? Fiction

98. Smoking or non-smoking? Non-smoking

99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? I usually try to think before I talk.

100. Asking questions or answering questions? Answering. I like the sound of my own voice. XD