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allnewalldifferentwildspider · 5 years ago

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Why I Dumped...RWBY

If there’s one thing I’ve learned being in fandom is that the audience is not allowed to dictate creative changes to someone else’s work. That is not your place. The trade-off is that you don’t have to be a member of that audience. Once I learned that, I decided that if a series pissed me off one too many times, I would just straight up dump it. Adios, amigo. Go piss someone else off with your shit stories. There are a hundred other things I could be doing with my time.

When I tell people this, they usually get defensive because sometimes the show I dumped happens to be a show they really like. Which is fine. If it works for you, great. Have fun. But we all have our tastes and personal preferences.

Sometimes that just isn’t enough for people. They have to know why you would insult them (I’m not and neither are you) by not liking something they like. I doubt most care. Some people just want to be offended. However, there have been some people who are genuinely curious. Usually people who are neutral to whatever show I dumped. They have no dog in this fight; they just want to see my train of thought.

So you asked for it and here it is. This is my new blog post series where I talk about why I dumped a series. Let’s see if my story and logic will help you see things from my perspective. Let me be clear, I’m not trying to convince you to change your mind. This is just the story of why I made this decision. If you like this series good for you. I don’t. It’s my opinion and I’m allowed to have one same as you.

We’re going to start off big with RWBY.

For me, RWBY started off as one of those things I kinda heard about on the internet, but never really knew what it was. Then it was on Neftlix and I decided to check out what it actually was. It was a CGI webseries made by the same company that did Red VS Blue led by the guy who did those weird Dead Fantasy videos on YouTube. I watched the first two volumes (because they just can’t be called seasons. We have to be all special and shit) and I wasn’t sure what to think of it. I guess my brain needed time to process it. I watched it again with my brother and then I started volume three on my own. After the volume three finale, I stopped watching and just kept tabs on the show before losing interest completely. There are several reasons that just piled up together so let’s just start at the beginning.

I just don’t think the show is very good.

It was a fucking chore to watch volume one again with my brother. Like holy crap, why wasn’t the show this bad the first time I saw it? Was it going to suck this hard with every viewing? (SPOILER ALERT: The answer is yes.) A lot of the character models look really pale. The animation can be wonky or jittery. The voice acting goes from bad to passable. The pacing is wack. The story is barely told. We spend way too much time on Jaune even though we already have FOUR main characters we have to be tackling. And this is a pet peeve of mine, but they gave names to things that already have names.

semblance = super power

aura = energy

Grimm = monsters

Why won’t anyone just call super powers super powers?

Anyway, those were my initial thoughts. A recurring thought I have about RWBY is, “The idea is adequate but the execution is lacking.” Someone asked me what that meant. Really? Really? You don’t know what words mean? Google it. Your ideas are okay, but the way you’re doing them sucks.

So if I hated the show so much, why did I stick with it after volume one? I liked the characters. I fell in love with Yang. She’s all my favorite parts of female characters put together in one awesome package. A blonde busty badass babe that beats a bunch of baddies? Sign me the fuck up. (Alliteration is fun, kids.) Thanks to some really good fan art, I also started to ship Arkos, Renora, White Rose and Roman Ice Cream (or gelato or partners in crime or whatever it’s called). I wanted to see more Yang and I wanted to see if I would get a payoff after investing so much time.

I didn’t.

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The story goes all over the place. It introduces a bunch of new ideas but never sticks around to develop one. I’ve lost track of how the world works and what our goals are. They created side videos called, “The World of RWBY” that explains that shit. That’s another sign of bad writing. Supplemental material to understand what is going on in the story isn’t fun; it’s homework. More importantly, I shouldn’t have to. It should be organically in the story itself. But it wasn’t because this crew doesn’t know how to. It’s just not there.

Pyrrha’s Death

The main reason I stopped watching after the season three finale. I understand that everyone wants to do their own version of Empire Strikes Back or Avengers: Infinity War. The big battle where the good guys lose. I have several problems with this though.

1. I agree with Linkara that the only reason you should kill a character is if you’ve ran out of stories to tell with that character. Cheap drama should not be your goal. The problem with shock value is that it only lasts for a second.

2. You should never kill a fan favorite. That’s how you lose audiences i.e. money. You don’t sell your golden goose, and you don’t kill your cash cow.

I don’t believe that Pyrrha had ran out of stories to tell with her character. Pyrrha was killed just to further Jaune’s story arc which sucks because I barely liked Jaune. I shipped Arkos because I wanted good things for Pyrrha, and really, who doesn’t?

This unfortunately common trope is Stuffed into the Fridge, where female characters are killed for the sole purpose of a male character’s story. It doesn’t matter if Pyrrha was the best warrior in the class or had friends who could have helped her or she could have just ran away or anything really. Pyrrha, my second favorite character, was killed off to jump start Jaune’s character development. Fuck you, Rooster Teeth. And the worst part is, I heard that this was always the plan for Pyrrha. If you have to rely on a trope from 1994, you’re probably not a good writer.

I cancelled my Crunchyroll subscription, and a few people told me to get the fuck over it.

No. My time. My money. Not interested.

Yang wasn’t ‘for me,’ apparently

This one has a little less to do with the show and more with the fandom (or FNDM, because we have to be all special here). Like I said earlier, I fell in love with Yang. She became my number one waifu instantly. She had everything I liked. Big boobs, long legs, blonde hair, fiery personality, loved to kick ass, loved martial arts, had a great zest for life. It’s like that song lyric, “You are everything I want ‘cause you’re everything I’m not.” I know it’s super embarrassing but I would fantasize about being a character in RWBY and being Yang’s boyfriend. Whenever I would work out I would say it was because I was training to be Yang’s husband. I know it’s lame, but that’s how enamored I was.

Hell, Yang was the reason I even considered watching RWBY in the first place. I only discovered her thanks to that episode of Death Battle where she beat Tifa.

Then bumblebee happened.

People on tumblr have this thing where they like to decide what someone else’s character’s sexuality and gender is regardless of the canon. Do whatever you want. The problem was that I am a straight, cis, heterosexual Hispanic male with a tumblr account who likes a character who mostly shipped with another female character. So whenever I try to get matchups or headcanons or imagines, I’m usually ignored. I’m a big boy. I can handle that. What does get under my skin is people going out of their way to tell me that Yang isn’t for me. Like I’m not allowed to like her. When you’ve already lived most of your life with other people telling you that the things you want were never really for you, that sorta thing kinda hits you in the wrong side of the feels. Yang is for bumblebee and bumblee shippers only. I’m over it, but still not cool.

Now I’m hearing that Rooster Teeth might make bumblebee canon to appease the fans. No artistic integrity. I guess I was wrong. The audience is allowed to dictate creative changes if you’re Rooster Teeth. It doesn’t help that Blake is my least favorite character in the series.

I was upset when Adam cut off her arm in the end of volume three. It didn’t help that it was the same episode that Pyrrha died. Two birds with one stone and all that. I’m glad somebody made a supercut of Yang’s volume four story on YouTube. That was good to watch. It was kinda like Korra’s story in the beginning of Book Four (ugh, just call them seasons!) except with a fraction of the talent.

I haven’t watched anything beyond that, but I have heard of a few things. I’m glad Adam is dead, but that’s about it.

So that’s mostly why I dumped RWBY. Sorry if it was too much, but thanks for reading. Do I miss the show? Not really. I do miss Pyrrha, Yang, and the fan art. Will I ever go back to RWBY? Sorry but no. That’s not how that works. The damage has been done.

tl;dr version

I dumped RWBY because:

I didn’t think it was very good to begin with.

They killed my second favorite character for a shit reason.

My favorite character isn’t ‘for me’ according to everyone else.

#why i dumped #rwby #anti rwby #yang xiao long

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taeheyhey · 6 years ago

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The Scale of My Happiness - 1

Yoongi x Reader - Fluff/Angst/Eventual Smut

Warnings - None

Summary - Our favourite girl Y/N is an internationally respected musician in her own right and, at her manager's insistence, meets Bangtan at an awards ceremony at which they are both performing. After a brief interaction, Y/N finds herself enchanted with the members and is excited about the prospect of a potential collaboration, right up until she meets a Yoongi.

(Based on this ask)

A/N - Hello lovelies, I've crawled out of my cage just in time for Genius Min Suga's birthday to post the first chapter of my next fic. It will more than likely be a full-ish length fic, so I hope you look forward to the story and bear with me! I hope you all enjoy, please please let me know if you do! It really means so much <3

Chapter One - 2.3K Words

You grimaced as the tape holding the mic wire in place pulled out small hairs at the back of your neck as it was peeled away, taking a long pull from your water bottle and rubbing your fingers over the area as one of your many assistants apologised profusely and repeatedly before disposing of the offending tape in a nearby trash can.

You smiled and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder – what was her name again? - surprised when she squealed at the contact and whirled around, the look on her face terrified as though she were about to be flogged.

“It’s okay...” you paused to allow her to furnish you with her name. When none was provided you continued. “If I burst in to tears every time a few hairs got pulled out I’d stop letting them send me to get my bikini line waxed.”

She flicked her eyes down to your stage costume, this one in particular leaving very little to the imagination, and you were as ever endlessly grateful for the existence of thick dancers tights. She still looked unsure but gave a wonky smile before scurrying out of the dressing room. You leaned against the counter with your back to the mirror and raised a greeting hand to your manager as he walked through the door, his face beaming.

“Another incredible show, y/n,” he enveloped you in a brief but sincere hug, reluctant to get any of your sweat on his obnoxiously loud suit which probably cost twice your booking fee. “I don’t know why they keep printing those stories about you.”

“Because it sells papers Michael, and the world needs to know what a heinous bitch I am,” you responded with a wry smile.

You were only half-joking with each other. The fact of the matter was, you didn’t know the assistant’s name as she was a replacement who had been on the job less than a week. The previous girl had tried to use her position to get a foothold in the music industry, and when you had informed her kindly – but in no uncertain terms – that she would need to put the work in and that she couldn’t expect success by using you as a stepping stone, she had quit.

That would have been upsetting enough on its own, a lot of your staff had been with you for years and you considered the majority of them to be friends, but she also decided to go to the media, apparently determined to use your name to acquire fame in one way or another.

It hadn't taken long for the rumours to spread, such was the voracity of netizens looking for their next target on which to bestow a plethora of snarky accusatory comments parenthized in snake emojis. When the news of your "diva behaviour" broke, you decided to take a break from social media, reluctant to have to deal with the contempt of those who were certainly not your fans; and to avoid the defence tactics of those that were.

You knew they meant well, all rushing to defend your honour, but the arguments they got in to sometimes and the casual way in which barbarous words were thrown around like so much confetti often made you physically wince.

By the time you had girded your loins and decided to get back to your instagramming and tweeting a week or so later, to your great surprise – and relief – no one was talking about you anymore.

They were all talking about something called BTS.

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Sitting in Michael’s office, scrolling open-mouthed at the fierce enthusiasm with which the group were referred to in the news articles regarding their much-anticipated appearance at the impending award show, your manager appeared over your shoulder as though he had been summoned.

"Incredible isn't it?" He asked, his eyes almost glittering as he bent closer to the screen in your grip. "They don't look real do they?"

They were certainly like nothing you had seen before, seven perfectly groomed and styled beautiful young men all standing in a line posing impeccably before a huge crowd of press photographers. “They look computer generated,” you finally managed in agreement.

He walked around the armchair you were sat in and lowered himself on to the end of the sofa to your right, placing his laptop down on the glass coffee table and lifting the screen excitedly. “Wait till you see them dance.” You leaned forward in your seat to better see the video he brought up. He tapped the space-bar to set it playing and it was clear he had prepared it quite some time in advance.

You watched, enraptured, at the sheer precision and synchronisation of the complex moves. Not a foot placed wrong and every gesture – every facial expression – obviously repeatedly rehearsed to perfection. When it had finished, Michael looked so proud it was almost as if he had choreographed the routine himself. “So,” he leaned back on the sofa once it had ended. “What do you think?”

You frowned at your manager and friend of almost a decade. “What do I think?” Oh god, he didn’t expect you to be able to start doing routines like that did he? “I think I’m about five years too late to train enough to pull that off Michael, and there’s only one of me.”

It was his turn to stare incredulously at you. “What? No, ugh for god’s sake,” he reached in to his trouser pocket and retrieved his own phone, impatiently tapping his passcode on to it before lifting it to your eye-level to show you an email. “They want to meet you.”

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And so, some three weeks later, dressed in your awards show finery and re-primped and de-sweated after your performance, you were hustled around the labyrinthine corridors of the award show venue and shown in to a room which was somehow even more manic than your own.

Michael leant over and whispered covertly in your ear. “We should have had them come to you really, doesn’t seem right you having to make all the effort.”

You shrugged, it wasn’t really something you had thought about. Besides, it was Michael that had set it up so you weren’t sure what he was expecting. “It’s easier for the two of us to come here than vice-versa. I mean,” you swept your gaze across the room and gestured at the hubbub. “Can you imagine trying to navigate those hallways with all of this?” There were about four handycams running from various angles and two professional looking photographers standing around.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a dressing room?

A smartly-dressed woman approached and shook Michael’s hand before turning to you. “Y/N it’s honestly such a pleasure to meet you. We have some people here who have been really looking forward to seeing you today.” With that she gestured to a vaguely horseshoe shaped line-up of men, all of whom you recognised from the various articles and videos you had examined perhaps a little more closely than was necessary after learning you were to meet them.

She spoke to the group in what you assumed to be Korean and you smiled as warmly as you were able while simultaneously being dazzled by how much more attractive they were in person. Based on what you had seen over the past few weeks, you wouldn’t have believed that that would be possible.

One-by-one they greeted you, clasping your hand in theirs briefly with a slight bow as they introduced themselves. For the most part, they seemed as shell-shocked as you, each sort of laughing and jostling one another to stand the furthest back away from you, and you might have been offended were they not so utterly charming.

One of the group, Namjoon you had learned, spoke English with an impressive fluency and seemed entirely comfortable in your presence, assuring you how much they all enjoyed your music and how much they were looking forward to the possibility of a collaboration. You cast your eyes towards Michael at this sudden revelation and found him standing and looking like a pig in shit as he emphatically nodded and stuck his thumb in the air. So, you smiled and told him you were very much looking forward to it too.

Another – quite frankly unreasonably good-looking – member of the group with mint-green hair and a broad, wide-eyed smile stepped forward with one of your albums held out before him like an offering. “I really like this, it’s really nice. Could you sign it?”

You were touched by his words and the effort he had clearly put in to ask you in English. You felt bad for not even learning the basics of Korean and made a mental note to memorize a little should this collaboration that you had literally only just heard of in the past five minutes ever come to fruition.

Before turning to leave, you told them as a group that you were excited to see their performance later that evening. They had been placed as the penultimate act for the evening, the predominant theory from the internet being that it was a ploy by the show's producers to keep viewing figures high throughout the three-and-a-half-hour ordeal that was usually the awards ceremony. It made total sense, you yourself could never quite bear to watch them in full even when you were attending the damn things.

Just as you were about to make your way back through the maze of corridors, you heard a frantic “photo, photo!” somewhere back in the centre of the room, and the smartly-dressed woman placed a hand on your shoulder. “Would you mind taking a quick photo with the boys before you go?”

“Of course,” you were surprised Michael hadn’t mentioned it first, he was clearly thrilled at the prospect of milking this meeting for all it was worth from a business standpoint, but when you saw him cast a surreptitious wink in your direction, you knew it was a contrivance on his behalf to have the other party do the leg work. A sort of “playing hard to get” move. You rolled your eyes, both exasperated and endeared with your manager in equal measure, before positioning yourself in the centre of the six ludicrously beautiful men, feeling somehow graceless and frumpy in comparison to them.

Wait a second...six? Weren’t there supposed to be seven?

As though reading your mind, a brunette with a heart-shaped smile and the sharpest jaw line you were sure you had ever seen suddenly stood upright from his slightly crouched, blatantly well practised group-photo pose, looking around the room confusedly. “Yoongi-hyung eodi iss-eoyo?”

You exchanged bewildered glances with Michael, casting your eyes around the room at the moderately chaotic clamour that ensued for a few moments, dying down to almost nothing as a young man with dyed light-brown hair and dark feline eyes strode in to the room.

After a few moments of silence, Namjoon spoke first. “Eodi iss-eoss ni hyung?”

“Hwajangsil,” came the man’s perfunctory reply, before he sat himself down in a chair in the far corner of the room, lifting an iPad from the counter beside him and studying it with a level of concentration that could only be described as intense.

The room was still and silent for a few moments but for the monitor mounted to the wall showing what was taking place in the auditorium, everyone but the man on the tablet too unsure of what to do next to hazard a guess and take action.

After what felt like an hour the translator finally spoke to the latest arrival to the room. You had no idea what had been said but whatever it was caused the man in the chair to lower his device and turn to where you were standing, his eyes widening for the briefest of moments in reaction to your presence, clearly seeing you for the first time.

He rose from his chair and took a few steps towards you. You couldn’t pin-point if it was his unflinching stare or the fact that he seemed so uninterested in meeting you, but something about him made you feel uneasy.

He took your hand in his in much the same way as the other members had, except when he lowered his head in a bow he retained eye-contact with you the entire time. His voice was deeper than you had expected, and he spoke throatily as though he had just awoken from a nap. “Hello, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” his tone implying that it was, in fact, anything but nice to meet you.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before returning to his seat and his iPad, seemingly not deigning you worthy of any further attention.

You could almost hear the offense in Michael’s harrumph at the rebuff, the “hard to get" approach evidently forgotten as he declared loudly and pointedly. “We still haven’t taken a picture yet!”

The dismay in his voice while announcing such a trivial fact was amusing enough to break you from the somewhat perturbed stupor from your interaction with the seventh member of BTS, and you laughed good naturedly and resumed your position in the centre of the six young men.

The resulting photo was flattering for everyone in the frame, and was a strong competitor for the most retweeted picture of the year; the publicised interaction exposing each respective fanbase to the work of the other artist.

Only you would be able to make out the thinly-veiled look of disdain which was thrown in Yoongi’s direction as the picture was taken, and the camera was incapable of capturing the dark look he shot you in return.

#bts #happy birthday yoongi #bangtan #bts fic #bts yoongi #yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #min suga #bts suga #suga smut #suga fluff #suga angst #why oh why cant i tag

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starsmuserainbow · 6 years ago

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@mechanicosmia replied to this post:

// whhhh… ok i mean that’s weird but for all i know it’s just windows being windows. it sounds like your on an older version too ( i’m on 10 and don’t have any progress indicators, booo :( ) so WHO KNOWS… maybe smth just went wonky sjdhasda it could be the computer having a weird issue with the os too like. i’ve got an hp and i’ve had things just. break from windows updates before. until they patch it ahaha glad u back up tho!! that’s rly good haha

// recovery discs are like, last-ditch troubleshooting, but asdasdgasdas idk. i guess u could boot in recovery mode and tell windows to find and fix problems with itself (but keep ur files) so. djadasj w/e works tbh i’m a little jelly that you only have to wait like 10 min for an update reboot… me out here like IT’S MIDNIGHT; HURRY UP

Yeah right? It doesn’t make any sense and yet this is the second time (the first one being months or so ago) where it worked to just do ‘update and restart’ instead, after I managed to actually get in again.

And no, I’m on Windows 10, but I still see these ‘the update is initialized’ or ‘the update is being installed’ or whatever? Like in front of a colored screen, after saying to restart or shutdown or whatever? I don’t think there are %numbers on them anymore, but there is some sentences to it? Or maybe I have a different windows 10 version than you, there are different versions too I think, after all (like ‘home’ and ‘professional’ or whatnot, and of course the region/language might play a role too).

Hah well maybe I can try to send you some update-speed through the internet xD. I mean I wish I could share my speed of updating if it takes that long for others, like ugh I feel like dying when I have to wait 10 minutes already (since I mean, PC gets turned off only when it’s sleep time, and not an hour beforehand just to have a buffer for updating) so it sounds absolutely terrible to have a much longer time! Even if probably not as bad as yours, I still know the feel of sitting there, staring at the update (or the simple shutdown process too somethings) and just waiting and tapping fingers and you have to go (or you’re tired) and it just doesn’t finish up!

And ‘windows being windows’ sounds like a very good summary of experiencing any system of windows xD

#✫ Out of Clurblopf ✫ | OOC #mechanicosmia

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rationalthings · 7 years ago

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Hey. Jordy. Hey Jordy. Hey. Hey. All the numbers you haven’t done please 😊

Ugh you suck houses

1. Are looks important in a relationship?Based off of previous relationships, no 2. Are relationships ever worth it?I would like to think so, but so far no3. Are you a virgin?No lmao4. Are you in a relationship?No lmao 6. Are you single this year?Yes lmao7. Can you commit to one person?Absolutely 8. Describe your crushMmmm nah no thanks they know lmao ((also beautiful and amazing))9. Describe your perfect mateLike friend????? Idk someone that doesnt hate me lmao10. Do you believe in love at first sight?Lowkey yes but also nah bc thats ridiculous(br /> 12. Do you forgive betrayal?Constantly, it has backfired on me numerous times14. Do you have a crush on anyone?Hella lmao15. Do you have any piercings?Yeah, normal ear lobes and nose 16. Do you have any tattoos?Yep, triceratops on my thigh and a deathly hallows on the inside of my foot 17. Do you like kissing in public?Definitely, but not like so much that it grosses everyone out yknow 20. Do you shower every day?I shower after sport, so nearly every day i guess 23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?Definitely 24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?The aim is married by 26 so probably not 26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?I dont think so? 28. Have you ever been cheated on?No, not that i know of, thankfully 29. Have you ever cheated on someone?No 30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?Yes, considered getting smaller boobs so i can actually dance 31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?More times than I’d care to admit32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?Lmao so many times 33. Have you ever had sex with a man?Yes34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?Yes 35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?So many times lmao 36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?Yes lmao 37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?I dont think so? Maybe not approved of but not hated 38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?Yes lmao 39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? Yes lmao, everyone who hasnt wanted me ever lmao 41. Have you had sex so far this year?Yes 43. How long was your longest relationship?Just over 2 years 44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?2 boyfriends 45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?1 lmao 46. How many times did you have sex last year?Maybe like a 3 times? 47. How old are you?19 48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?Sounds about right lmao 49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?Don’t have one right at this moment 51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? So many people. Literally any of my friends, I’d do anything they wanted me to 52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?Yes, because they gave up on me first 53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?No?? 54. Is there someone you will never forget?Yes, so many 55. Share a relationship story.God idk, i dont really have any stories that arent mildly sad. I guess the reason my last bf and i started dating is because he made really good banana bread?? 56. State 8 facts about your body8??!! So many idkI’m 5 foot 5, chubby, blue hair, brown eyes, hips dont work, back is constantly sore, wonky eyebrows, button nose 58. What are five ways to win your heart?Idk just attention and actually liking me i dont need anything else 59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)Ugh there are pictures on my tagged/me or whatever i have tagged. I havent changed other than in hair colour in about 5 years 60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?3 years between me and a boyfriend 61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?How kind they are 62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?Honestly I’m a sucker for absent minded running of fingers down my back/leg etc 63. What is your definition of “having sex”?Idk honestly, still trying to figure that out 64. What is your definition of cheating?When you’re emotionally involved with someone else or have become emotionally uninvolved with your partner i think 66. What is your favourite roleplay?Idk I’ve never tried any?? 67. What is your idea of the perfect date?Being with someone who actually likes my company lmao. I dont mind what activity it is 68. What is your sexual orientation?Bisexual 70. What turns you on?Turning someone else on 71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?Honest to god i dont think I’ve ever had a wet dream i remember 72. What words do you like to hear during sex?Idk my name i guess, that they’re enjoying it or something idk I’m too inexperienced lmao 73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?Idk, like me for a start, that’d be nice 74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?As in like that i want in a partner?????? Idk I’d just like to not date terrible people? 77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?Depends on the relationship 78. What’s your dirtiest secret?Idk man I’ll tell anyone anything if they ask 79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?God idk constantly of every friend i ever have talking to someone else, I’m v insecure lmao ((i have gotten better though i stg)) 80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? Literally seconds ago, i tell everyone as much as i can 81. Who are five people you find attractive?God idk most people i know are attractive wtf 82. Who is the last person you hugged?Sister i think?? It was a pity hug bc I’m still drunk lmao 83. Who was your first kiss with?My first boyfriend 84. Why did your last relationship fail?Because i realised i needed more and deserved more than i was getting 85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?Likeeeeeeeeee idk probably not honestlyStill v drunk, pls message if you want explanation lmaoooooooo

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