#I used to moo at people for a few years in elementary school

[botan-kiri]

;-; this is so stinkin cute

I love cows so much

Daisy the highland cow 🌼

[shmowder]

I opened my game to check when I played, and it was in April & May of 2022! No wonder I'm operating almost entirely on vibes alone out here. I also checked my intended difficulty save and I died 10 times, and Maria, Eva, both Stamatins, Murky, and Notkin (😭) had died by the end. So, not spectacular, but not half the town either.

You mentioned not being super familiar with Anna in one of your posts; she's the one I seemed to interact with the least, as well. As far as Yulia and Victor go, one thing I really like about them is that they'll both go to visit at the theater if they're healthy ♡

Thanks for putting together that age chart (and for pointing me in the direction of the P1 Wiki)! P1 Victor really doesn't look 58 but I'll buy it for P2 Victor. Big Vlad is younger than him?? What? Pretty much everyone who is supposed to be in their 20s, I'd guessed to be in their 30s... maybe I'm just bad at interpreting ages 😂 Well, I'm going to tell myself they're in their 30s in P2 :P

The animal + body part thing is so cool! A flamingo, huh. I never would've thought of that, but it makes sense the way you explain it. For Aglaya, I was thinking crow as well, even if it's a little on-the-nose. I love that you mentioned a mourning dove, they are my favorite kind of bird! I've got to go to work soon, but I hope I can spend some more time later thinking of answers to your questions!

Thank you for being so kind! I love your responses (you put so much thought into them, wow) and I'm excited to read the essay <3

🐿️ anon

Yeah Victor really doesn't look that old, let alone older than both Big Vlad and Alexander. The P1 ages are probably just after thoughts the dev team added in the VK posts without considering the timeline or ingame models.

Like you're telling me a 16y old Artemy was best friends with a 13y old kid Rubin? three years is absolutely massive when you're that young, especially when you're at the edgy age of 16.

Or that Caspar is ten?? TEN? A 13 year old Notkin is having beef with a literal ten year old oh my god.

How in God's green earth is Anna 18? A TEEN? I thought she was 35- Aglaya being around Maria's 26 age was also a shock, so was General Block being 40. Aren't they a little too young to hold such high positions of power?

Tho, I do like how Capella is the oldest of the termites. It's fitting, especially with her being the wisest and their leader.

And oh my god. Murky is 8. EIGHT. That's third grade elementary school eight. That's still learning how to write and read eight. That's " just learned the table of multiplication and struggling with anything past number 5" Eight years old.

WHO IS LETTING AN EIGHT YEAR OLD SLEEP IN A BROKEN TRAIN CAR ALONE IN THIS DANGEROUS TOWN FULL OF NIGHT LOOTERS ANDS EASY TO ACQUIRE GUNS.

I am going to personally strangle Victor Kain to death for not building that school and decided that another useless stairway to heaven should take priority. THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN THE BUILDING WHERE MURKY LEARNS HER ALPHABET >:( HOW IS SHE GOING TO KNOW THAT "A" IS FOR "APPLE" NOW HUH? HOW IS SHE GOING TO LEARN THAT THE COW GOES MOO AND THE SHEEP GOES BAAA >:(

I see your vision with Aglaya's animal being a crow. It's classic and fitting. She is one of the few inquisitors who go against the stereotypical manipulation and rather set all their cards on the table when facing a problem, at least that's how her mentor used to behave and she took after him. That's why I thought of a mourning dove, it's a clear contrast against a cunning crow. I'm glad to hear they're your favourite birds! Birds are such a treat for humanity, i feel so bad we don't treat doves and pigeons with the same kindness we extend to cats and dogs.

Crows can be friendly and kind despite the public perception of them, which fits Aglaya. Everyone looks at her and assumes she is trying to manipulate them or get inside their head, just like people look at a crow as a bad omen despite it being another lovely bird just trying to survive out there.

Thank you so much for your sweet messages <3 I appreciate them a lot and your patience when it comes to me taking time to reply ah- I'd love to hear those ideas eventually when you're ready to share them.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

yeah sorry about springing in like this,  i was gonna dm you or message but i dont really want to be known since this is super awkward 

But some while ago i receeived this rly weird message about you in my inbox and idk what to think of it.. i debated but i feel like you should know somebody out there is saying stuff like this about you. i normally dont believe stuff like this to begin with cuz it seems really outlandish in the first place but i dont know 

u dont actually have to explain anything or post this honestly. 

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Lol.Wow.I'm just laughing because of how ludicrous this is actually. 

But for a quick debunk that I know I don't owe anyone but I have time to kill:

1. This is the only blog I have. I don't have any alternative accounts. @dana-chan325 is my only other blog. And the reason I stopped using it is because around my birthday last year, I got completely locked out of my account, and was forced to change my password. The email associated with the account is my college email, and as a graduate, I don't have access to it. So I was perma-locked out of that account forever. And I don't believe I've ever reblogged zadr on it, aside from maybe jokes about it, or them holding hands. Same here.

2. As far as supporting Zadr goes, it's cute. I read it when it's there. The fandom is so oversaturated with it, it's easier to just casually like it. I have no beef with zadr and I've read a few several fics on the ship, but I more prefer zadf. I'm also extremely selective and picky about it. And I typically don't reblog anything past the boys holding hands or hugging. Maybe a kiss, but if it's a @bamsara brand kiss. (chomping dib's face off)  Although I have stated several times on my blog that my all-time favorite IZ fic of all time is a zadr fic.

 Also... I wonder if that person even sees my blog.

I'm an Avid shipper of Zim's Computer and Professor Membrane. (arguably, the only male adults with a lot of screentime in the show.) 

I just reblogged fanart of them that @i-like-pink-lolzz made me for my birthday.

 Because Zim's Computer and Professor Membrane are just totally Zim and Dib in costumes right? loooooool 

3. "She dated a pedophile"

This I have to fucking laugh my ass off.

I've only dated two people in MY LIFE (and swiped left on dating apps over a schmillion times)And I haven't dated since 2013.

That's over eight years ago

so if they grew up to be pedophiles, I don't freaking know. I lost all contact with them after we broke up XD

 The first guy I dated was majoring in childhood education, and the other guy was a scumbag who cheated on me with my sister.

So if any one of them turned out to be a pedo hope it's guy number two and he's in jail XD Cus fuck him honestly. 

4. Additionally, to debunk me being a pedo... I work as a one-on-one children's Aid at an Elementary School. Working with Kindergarteners and extremely young children. I've also worked at a High School as a one-on-one with Autistic Teens and Teens with developmental or anger issues. I don't take pedo accusations lightly, and I feel the internet has to stop throwing that term around just to describe people they don't like.

5.  "A Zadr Discord server."I don't own a discord server myself.

But I am an avid member of the Moo-Ping 10 Discord Server. But I am not a moderator or an owner of it. 

The server is ship neutral and ship safe. People do draw Zadr there, but there is also, Brainbrane, ZaTr, ZaGr, and PraR and PaZRr as well as many others.

The server is all-inclusive and non-discriminatory towards ships. A lot of minors are on it, but just as many adults are on it as well. It's a PG-13 server and it's a place where people won't feel judged for just wanting to see their favorite fictional characters kiss. Anyways, I hope that clears that up.

And weirdly, thanks for sharing that with me.

I have seasonal and chronic depression that hits me pretty hard around this time of year. But this actually cheered me up so much. It gave me a good laugh, and made me realize how awesome I am compared to someone who would go around spreading baseless rumors like this. But it weirdly made me happy, and made me feel a lot better about myself. So thanks.

But yeah, that anon just hates me I guess.

[mooifyourecows]

MOO (i’m just lurking & saw that) YOU USED TO TAP DANCE?? no way love that’s my Thing,, i go to a dance studio, but tap dancing was smth i picked up early on & stuck with (even in pandemic !!) how long did you do so?

Ahaha yeah I used to tap back when I was really young. I did it for a few years through elementary school but I think I stopped before junior high? 🤔 I was also doing basketball, band, ski club, track & field, and 4H and I needed to get rid of something in order to still have free time to be a creepy recluse 🤷 and my bitch cousin was really into clogging and I was already competing on all fronts (except 4H) with my brother and I did not need the extra work of being better than my cousin too

Hmmmmm.... come to think of it... for an anxious kid who hated when people looked at me, I sure went out of my way to be in the limelight a lot.............. 🤔🤔 realizin things, realizin things....

[his-honey-bee-blog]

A/N: Keep in mind that this was written by two people, and then touched up by me. We took turns, so both of us wrote for each character. I'll try to make it as consistent as possible, but it's midnight, my man. Sorry for any inconsistencies... This is also our first fanfiction together, so bear with us T^T We wrote it on a very loose plot....

AU: Soulmate AU where if Person A gets injured physically, the same injuries show up on Person B

Requested: No

Genre: Angst, but it gets fluffy at the end

Trigger warnings: Torture, but not bad

Summary: Castiel and Dean are soulmates, and have to find out the hard way when Crowley finds it necessary to kidnap the angel and try and torture the location of the boys out of him.

Unanswered Prayers (Destiel)

After being kept in the dark for so long, the dim light of the small room he was being kept in was enough to trigger an intense headache. Castiel squeezed his eyes shut a few times before he was able to take in his surroundings, his eyes adjusting to the sudden lighting change. The walls were stained a desaturated yellow, from years of going uncleaned. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed the whiteboard on the wall opposite him. Was this an office building? Or perhaps a school... He didn't have the time to decide, as the door opened abruptly and the room filled with a few figures, and he tilted his head as he recognised the figure closest to him.

"Well, what do we have here...?" Crowley's accented voice rang out. Cas could vaguely remember the smell of chloroform before waking up in this room, and his only clue as to what happened after was that he could feel slight pain in his wrists, arms, and legs. "Castiel, my sweet. Its certainly has been a while, hasn't it." The demon's question was spoken more like a statement. He knelt down in front of the angel, who felt vaunerable when he noticed the binding symbols written on the whiteboard. "Are you finally going to talk?"

"I have nothing to say to you!" Cas spat. "Now, now, Cassy," Crowley clicked his tongue condescendingly, "You know I don't like you keeping secrets from me. You can tell me where the Winchesters are, or I can kill you. Whichever is most convenient for you, I suppose."

Castiel's expression hardened at his words, his jaw clenched. He didn't know what he should do, what to say. If he didn't tell Crowley where they were, he'd probably kill Cas on the spot. They'd definitely try to torture it out of him, as well. But if he did tell... Castiel decided that telling him would be worse; he didn't know his motives, and for all he knew, Crowley could very well be wanting to kill them, too.

Cas knew the boys would be looking for him, so was there any point in telling Crowley? "Last chance, feathers," Crowley held an angel blade to Castiel's neck. "You wouldn't kill me. You dont have any information yet..." He said breathlessly, trying to sound brave. "Ah..." The suited Brit backed away. "Learning from moose and squirrel, I see. You know, your little boyfriend is a bad influence, Castiel."

'Cas, this isn't the time to get flustered..' He thought to himself, struggling to not romanticise on what would happen if Dean WAS interested in him... He craned his neck up to look at the King of Hell, his eyes filled with nothing but hate for him. "Why do you even need to know, anyways?" He spat cynically, "What more could you want with them?"

"Well..." Crowly mused calmly, "maybe, it has to do with the fact that all of you idiots have tried to kill me several times, tried to destroy hell, and you all annoy the shit out of me!" His voice escelated in attitude and loudness as his sentence went on. His screaming wasn't helping Cas' headache... "Now..." Crowley cut deep into Cas's arm, who couldn't help but scream. "Tell me where the Winchesters are!"

=(^._.^)=

"Shitfuck!" Dean gasped in pain and looked at his arm. There was a giant scar...? He didn't understand where it came from... "Sammy! Go check dads journal for anything on unexplained scars." Sam furrowed his brows, before opening the bag he usually carried the journal in. "I'll see if I can figure out where Cas is. Maybe he can help."

In the few hours Sam had been researching and Dean had been trying to reach out to Castiel, several more cuts, bruises, and burns appeared on Dean's skin.

"Huh." Sam chuckled. Dean looked up, annoyed that Sam could laugh in a situation like this. "What is it?"

"Well, it says here that it's either an angry entity trying to mark you, or..." Sam laughed again, before he could continue. "Spit it out, asshat!" Dead growled, frustrated. "Or it's your soulmate. Say they got a bruise on their leg, the same bruise would show up on yours"

"Must be an angry entity, then." Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't have a soulmate." Sam rolled his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that, Dean."

"Why are you rolling your eyes?" Dean asked accusingly. "Oh come on, Dean! What if this has something to do with Cas?" Sam said, a serious look on his face. Dean scowled, not wanting his younger brother to see him hopeful for something like this. "The hell are you implying Sammy!?" Just as he finished his sentence, he felt another sharp pain on his leg, before watching his jeans slowly soak up his blood from underneath.

Dean didn't want to admit it, and it was a horrible thing to think... but he hoped that it did have something to do with Cas... the thought of the angel being his soulmate gave him a rush of excitement in itself. But, this was Dean... "It's not Cas," he scoffed, "it can't be. I mean, an angel and a guy like me? Come on, Sam." Sam shook his head and clicked his tongue, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes held... was that sadness Dean detected? "Dean, there are so many things I could tell you about your worth, but there is no time. Jhink about it! It's been how long since Cas last showed up? If it is him, and he's getting deep cuts on his arms..." Dean didn't speak as he grabbed a bag that he keeps packed, in case of emergencies. His jaw clenched, he looked at his brother for a few seconds before leaving the room, finding that no matter how much he prayed in his head, there was no answer. "Cas!" He resorted to yelling, "You need to get your feathery ass over here! It's important!" He stood in the hallway, panic rising when Cas still didn't show up.

"Sam! Hurry up and see if you can track the GPS in his cell pho- SHIT!" He cut off hus sentence as another strong pain arised in his jaw, a purple bruise quickly forming has he spat blood on the floor.

=(^._.^)=

Cas swallowed the blood that flowed into his mouth from his ripped up cheek; Crowley had sicked one of his "munchkins", as Dean called them, on him. Let's just say that steel-toed boots don't agree with high speeds and faces.

"I'm not revealing their location." He scowled, nostrils flaring as he was forced to ignore Dean's prayers, the symbols drawn on the whiteboard preventing him from teleporting to his side, as he so badly wanted to.

"Well, that's just going to make my job more difficut, Cassie. You know this hurts me more that it hurts you." Cas was punched again, this time, on the other side of his jaw. 'Dean...' he thought to himself, 'I need Dean...' Cas tried to push the thoughts back, but the more prayers he got from his hunter, the more the thought that they weren't safe was embedded into his mind.

"Crowley..." Castiel said in a defeated tone, "There is no point In holding me hostage like this. I will not tell you Sam and Deans location." Cas didn't want to fight anymore, but he knew he had to. He had to fight it for Dean. "Well that's just too bad, Castiel. You said it yourself: I'm not letting you go until I get what I want." Cas let his head hang; he had never felt more pathetic. "If you're going to kill me, then kill me..." The angel said, fighting back tears. "But I will not let my friends get hurt due to my reckless actions."

Dean groaned again, plopping in the passenger seat of the Impala, rubbing his jaw. "Sam! Hurry your ass up!" He yelled, as his brother decided, fuck it, I'll leave the door unlocked. Sam slid into the driver's seat of Dean's 'baby', before speeding away, the green dot on the GPS not landing too terribly far from where they were.

"Why's he at an elementary school?" Sam questioned, as he looked at Dean, who was currently examining his face in the rear-view mirror. "Fuck if I know," his face scrunched up with worry and confusion that he wouldn't admit vocally, "but it doesn't smell good. Especially when I'm getting random injuries." Sam shook his head and snorted sarcastically, "Tell me about it. Do you want to know more about that soulmate stuff?" He asked, hopefully lightening the mood. "Amuse me." Dean said emotionlessly, his cheek feeling like a raw potato. "So get this; apparently, not everyone has a soulmate. Your other half has to compliment your personality. You know, person A keeps person B calm, stuff like that. Which means not everyone has a perfect compliment, I guess."

"Cas, if you're listening... I want you to know we tracked your cellphone. We think you're in trouble... Hang in there, buddy." Dean prayed to him again, complete ignoring his brother's information. "Hey, what's our, uh.. ETA?" He asked his moos- I mean brother. "It should be about five minutes. He'll be fine, I promise."

"I know." Dean stated, trying not to to show the worry in his voice. "Even if he does get hurt like this, he can use his angel mojo magic to fix it."

"You mean his Grace?"

"Yeah, whatever."

=(^._.^)=

"Well, looks like your boyfriend isn't planning on showing up to the party. That's too bad. We were just going start to have fun!" Crowley left a cut on Cas's stomach, seemingly just enjoying himself now, as he knew the angel wouldn't say anything.

Just as cas was about to let out a yelp of pain, he heard yelling outside the door. Was that Sam...? A strong leg kicked down the door, as Dean growled. "Don't you fucking take a step, Crowley."

"Oh look, it's Rocky and Bullwinkle. Glad you could make it." Crowley mused. It didn't take long for Dean to make it from the door to Crowley. Getting close to him felt like getting close to Hitler; that son of a bitch deserves to pay, and he had the tools to make him. Dean immediately shoved Crowley against the whiteboard, smudging the symbols drawn on them. "Calm down, lover b-"

"Calm down?" Dean yelled, "You want me to calm down?!" He loosened his grip on Crowley a bit, before slamming him into the whiteboard again, harder this time. He pulled out his gun and pressed it up to Crowley's stomach. "You know very well that your silly gun won't kill me."

"No," he tilted his head, leaning in," but it'll hurt like a bitch." He told him, before imbedding two bullets in the demon's abdomen.

Crowley let out a pained grunt, as Sam ran over and untied his friend. "Sammy! Take Cas home. I'm not finished with douchebag, here." Dean said, not taking his eyes off the weak king, as he let him drop to the floor. "This isn't going to stop me Dean! You know I can make you pay for what you've done! I've got more time on my hands than you!"

"Thats funny," Dean chuckled darkly, "because I don't think you're gonna be able to find us for a while." With some Latin, Dean was able to send Crowley and his restrained men back to where they came from. After it was all over, Dean walked back to the bunker. He didn't bother calling Sam. He needed time to think. "Lover boy..." he muttered to himself. "Cas is just a friend." Dean tried to convince himself of this, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the butterflies in his stomach. When reached the bunker, he hesitated to walk in. He wasn't sure what to do.

Inside, Cas sat next to Sam, trying to gather up his words; Dean hadn't come back to the bunker yet, but Cas was sure of what he saw. "Sam." The aforementioned swung his head around to look at the angel, who hadn't healed yet. He hummed a noise, wordlessly asking what was up. "I'm guessing that you're wondering why I haven't healed myself yet... and I will admit the reason why if you'll give me advice." Sam flashed a knowing smile, leaning forward in his seat. "Go on...?"

"I could have sworn that when Dean walked in, he had identical injuries to mine... Are you familiar with the soulmate phenomenon?"

"Are you asking me if you and Dean have such complimenting personalities that you're spiritually connected?"

"If... if that is the way you would prefer to phrase it."

Sam put the book he was reading down, and turned to face the angel completely. "Yeah. I honestly think that you're perfect for each other. And yes, he felt like he was decked in the face three times." Castiel looked down at his hands, smiling to himself.

Cas thought of all the things he wanted to say to Dean. About how much he loved him. Suddenly, they both heard the bunker door open and slam shut. "Cas. We need to talk." Sam took that as his que to leave, but before he did, he gave cas a thumbs up. "Let me see your arm." Dean commanded, his voice strong but his face telling a different story. Dean took his angel's arm and set it by his. They had the same exact scar. He looked at Castiel's jaw. Same bruises. "Cas, I..."

"Dean, I already know. Sam and I... We already discussed this."

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it, as he was lost for words. Luckily, Cas had been formulating a plan since he saw Dean walk in with those injuries.

Cas looked up into Dean's eyes, the same stoic expression on his face... but Dean saw something different in it. His eyes held an emotion that Dean couldn't read. Cas stood on the tips of his toes and leaned close to Dean's face, before whispering something in Enochian and planting a soft kiss on Dean's jaw, where the bruise was the darkest and the swelling was at it's peak.

Dean stuttered, stumbled over nonsense words. Cas smiled at him with adoration, seeing his face now healed as he ran his hand down Dean's now blood-free forearm.

"C-Cas, I-"

"I think you're perfect. In every way. I don't care if you don't think you're enough, or if you feel that you can't trust anyone other than yourself. You're more of an angel in my eyes than I am in everyone else's. I understand if you don't feel the same, but I'd like to inform you that when you're near, my stomach feels like a beehive with all the business of feeling you give me. I-"

The angel was cut off with a quick kiss on the lips from the hunter in front of him. "I think you're great too, honeybear."

Dean found something he thought he would never again. Not after Lisa. He looked at Cas and saw the person he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, the person he knew would accept him no matter what. That's what he's always seen. He would do any thing to protect Castiel. This was it. This... This was love. His train of thought was cut off by Cas wrapping his arms around Dean's neck to pull him closer, passionately kissing him. Cas has been waiting to do this ever since he had pulled Dean from his damnation. Dean was surprised at first, but melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. This wasn't just some fling, or a one night stand. This was real, and it was more than Dean thought he deserved.

Cas cared about him more than anyone ever did, and he didn't want to lose the one thing that made his life worth living. They pulled away when the need for air became too high. "Dean..." The angel said softly, looking up at Dean with the sweetest expression. "You will always be important. Dean I..." He sighed, "I thi- I know that I love you."

For the first time since Dean could remember, his emotions overwhelmed him so much that it effected him physically. He let his head fall for his forehead to touch his angel's tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. 'Castiel: my angel, my love...' he thought, 'I could get used to that.'

"I think that counted as a prayer." Cas smiled widely, his gaze landing on Dean's feet as he intertwined his fingers with his soulmate's. "Well shit," Dean chuckled, "now I just sound clingy."

"I'm fine with that, Dean," he whispered, "I'll come when you call. And if I don't, I know you will save me, too." They both snapped their head to the direction of the doorway, when they heard one certain flannel-wearing sasquatch clear his throat loudly. The quickly pushed away from each other, when they finally realised how red their faces had become. "No, don't let me stop you. It's not like I heard anything you guys just said." Dean was blushing profusely. Cas tilted his head, "Dean and I were just..."

"I know Cas. I'm leaving anyways. Dean, I'm taking the car. I'll be at the library doing reserch on how we can deal with Crowley." Immediately after the door closed, Dean tackled Cas to the couch. "I love you, my angel."

"I love you too, my hunter..."

A/N: They say that they never separated again, the cheesiness made them stick together and now they hunt conjoined at the hip

[captain-cutie-pie-sfw]

All about me:

200: My crush’s name is: panda

199: I was born in: 1997

198: I am really: uhhh Tina belcher tbh

197: My cellphone company is: straight talk

196: My eye color is: green

195: My shoe size is: 12 w 10 m

194: My ring size is: 13

193: My height is: 5’6

192: I am allergic to: pollen and dust mites

191: My 1st car was: never had one

190: My 1st job was: never had one

189: Last book you read: the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur

188: My bed is: comfy

187: My pet: is crazy lol

186: My best friend: I wish I could make her love herself

185: My favorite shampoo is: vo5 strawberry

184: Xbox or ps4: Xbox

183: Piggy banks are: cute

182: In my pockets: I never have pockets #leggingslife

181: On my calendar: I can’t wait for Easter!

180: Marriage is: a good way for two people to prove to each other how much they love each other

179: Spongebob can: gtfo (I don’t like spongebob)

178: My mom: is currently cleaning the kitchen while I lay down because I don’t feel well

177: The last three songs I bought were?

1) Halsey - without me

2) yungblud- California

3) blackpink - stay

176: Last YouTube video watched: one by little moo moo (her vids are adorable!)

175: How many cousins do you have? Uhhh idk I am part Portuguese and part white and the Portuguese part has a lot of family, and it’s a tight knit family because family and elders are very important to us. The white side is really trashy and I have cousins I’ve never even heard of

174: Do you have any siblings? One brother (he’s 13)

173: Are your parents divorced? Yes

172: Are you taller than your mom? Yeah by like 4 inches

171: Do you play an instrument? I sing

170: What did you do yesterday? Drank by the pool at the water resort in Orlando

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: yes because it happened to me

168: Luck: no

167: Fate: yes but like... I try not to think about it too much because it stresses me out

166: Yourself: not really tbh

165: Aliens: anything is possible

164: Heaven: yes

163: Hell: maybe? I don’t want to think about that either

162: God: yes

161: Horoscopes: yes

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: yes I’ve seen one

158: Gay Marriage: well I’m getting one...

157: War: no

156: Orbs: yes I’ve seen them

155: Magic: on the fence

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: kisses

152: Phone or Online: phone online. Online on my phone

151: Red heads or Black haired: red heads

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes

149: Hot or cold: warm but not too warm

148: Summer or winter: winter

147: Autumn or Spring: we do not have these in florida

146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: oranges

143: Curly or Straight hair: curly

142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonalds

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: I actually like dark chocolate better

140: Mac or PC: pc

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops (I’m a size 12. I hardly ever see anything else in my size)

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: I’m already sweet and poor

137: Coke or Pepsi: they’re... the same thing

136: Hillary or Obama: hillbama

135: Buried or cremated: cremated so my family can keep my remains

134: Singing or Dancing: singing

133: Coach or Chanel: idk what this is

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:idk who this is

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: wal mart

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: neither but my gf likes Adam sandler

128: Manicure or Pedicure: manicure

127: East Coast or West Coast: east

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags: disney

123: Yankees or Red Sox: Red Sox

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: needs to stop

121: George Bush: uhhh idiot

120: Gay Marriage: I’m excited for mine

119: The presidential election: 2016? It was the first time I voted and I cried because of the stress

118: Abortion: not my body, not my choice

117: MySpace: I liked how customizable it was and I miss that.

116: Reality TV: guilty pleasure

115: Parents: I love my mom so much

113: Ebay: not as good as amazon

112: Facebook: I need to stop going on it so much!

111: Work: I want to be an elementary school teacher

110: My Neighbors: they’re all very nice!

109: Gas Prices: too damn high!

108: Designer Clothes: look, I’ve got a $10 hoodie from wal mart. I’m good.

107: College: I think it’ll be fun if I ever get my GED

106: Sports: the only one I really get is baseball

105: My family: they’re crazy but I love them

104: The future: uncertain

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone:q I tried to hug my brother this morning and he screamed and called me weird

102: Last time you ate: a few hours ago

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: two days ago (my cousin mike, who works for apple)

100: Cried in front of someone: last week

99: Went to a movie theater: it’s been a while

98: Took a vacation: just got back from one today!

97: Swam in a pool: a few years. I’ve had other things to deal with that get in the way of fun

96: Changed a diaper: not since my brother was like 1. Which was 12 yrs ago. I would sometimes offer to do it so my mom taught me how.

95: Got my nails done: never? I do them myself

94: Went to a wedding: my cousin Jen’s wedding. It was lovely.

93: Broke a bone: never

92: Got a peircing: uhh I was 11 and it was the cartilage on my right ear

91: Broke the law: I shoplift all the time

90: Texted: hour ago

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: my brother

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my blankets

87: The last movie I saw: instant family (it was cute!)

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: taking a nap

84: People call me: when they have something funny to tell me

83: The most difficult thing to do is: admit you’re wrong

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never. I don’t drive.

81: My zodiac sign is: virgo

80: The first person i talked to today was: my mom

79: First time you had a crush: I was a boy crazy kid so I can’t remember. Maybe kindergarten?

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my best friend

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: my brother and I say the same thing in unison a lot. He says it’s because stupid minds think alike. I think he’s right.

76: Right now I am talking to: nobody but I wish I was talking to my gf

75: What are you going to do when you grow up:be a teacher

74: I have/will get a job: hopefully

73: Tomorrow: I hope my annoying friend doesn’t call me. Like I don’t like talking to people just text me

72: Today: I’m tired

71: Next Summer: I hope to have fun!

70: Next Weekend: I’m going to church

69: I have these pets: a cat, a dog (he lives w my grandparents), and a bunny

68: The worst sound in the world: overcrowded places with all the people talking at once

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself

66: People that make you happy: nova

65: Last time I cried: last night

64: My friends are: cool as heck

63: My computer is: stolen by my brother because he was on it and he broke it but when he fixed it he made it run an OS I can’t use so I guess it’s his now.

62: My School: eckerd college hopefully

61: My Car: nonexistent

60: I lose all respect for people who: are mean to kids, animals, or old people

59: The movie I cried at was: les miserables

58: Your hair color is: brown but I dyed it purple

57: TV shows you watch: too many

56: Favorite web site: dress up games

55: Your dream vacation: new york

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: one time I busted my toe open but I didn’t like cry or anything

53: How do you like your steak cooked: no steak for me

52: My room is: messy

51: My favorite celebrity is: a queen by the name of Demi Lovato

50: Where would you like to be: in bed but my bed is messy

49: Do you want children: maybe

48: Ever been in love: yes

47: Who’s your best friend: I have two

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when I help someone. Like yesterday I was at an arcade and I helped a little kid with skee ball and she got so excited when she got a good score

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my gf

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: yeah but I think it might take longer

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: yes. Lilliann Alice and Rowan Grace

40: Last person I got mad at: my mom

39: I would like to move to: st Pete, Florida

38: I wish I was a professional: singer

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy: sour patch kids

36: Vehicle: 67 impala tbh

35: President: Bernie Sanders (shhh I can dream)

34: State visited: mass. Fall River is cool because Lizzie Borden

32: Athlete: Sara Groenewegen, a t1d softball player

31: Actor: David tennant

30: Actress: Gillian anderson

29: Singer: Demi Lovato

28: Band: halestorm

27: Clothing store: Walmart

26: Grocery store:walmart

25: TV show: Star trek ent

24: Movie: men in black 1

22: Animal: turtles

21: Theme park: Busch gardens

20: Holiday: christmas

19: Sport to watch: basketball

18: Sport to play: lmao no

17: Magazine: revolver

16: Book: Neil gaiman- neverwhere

15: Day of the week: Saturday’s

14: Beach: coquina

13: Concert attended: I’ve never attended a concert

12: Thing to cook: stir fry

11: Food: asian

10: Restaurant: checkers

9: Radio station: classic rock

8: Yankee candle scent: all of them

7: Perfume: dark kiss by babw

6: Flower: gardenias

5: Color: purple or yellow

4: Talk show host: none

3: Comedian: John mulaney

2: Dog breed: mine

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes

[kidletkorner]

On “Best Friends”

At the end of 2016, I vowed that I would make 2017 a better year overall. I have met more of those goals than I expected, and I have met even a little more than I wanted. So, I figured, why not make a post about it? And, by “it”, I mean my goals. But, that’s not the only thing I want to talk about, but I will talk… uh... type… more about that later.

The first goal that I started in 2016, but EVENTUALLY ended in 2017, was writing a book.

Back in the old days (hehe) when my dad started writing Moo Thousand and Pun, I was really proud of him. Then, it seemed like right after he wrote that book, he wrote another. And another, and another… and another. But then, my mom wrote a cookbook. Nothing really popped out at me saying, “Hey! Write a book!” ... until 5th grade.

5th grade for me...well...sucked.

Most kids who didn’t like a grade will say that the teacher was mean or the learning was boring, but I loved my teacher and I loved the material. My problem was the peers.

It is a long story, so get comfy.

It was fine during the first few weeks/months at school, but when we really got into the school year, things just started going to Hell.

We did a project called G.A.T.P., which stands for “Global Awareness Technologies Project”.

We would individually pick a field of research we wanted to study, and the people who shared the same interests as you would most likely be in your group. There were three people in my group, me, a friend, and a jerk.

The jerk was rude to me for no reason. They tried to convince other people that I was a cheater, a liar, and, a general bad person.  

My friend and I were the ones doing the actual research, while “the jerk” only cared about the slides looking pretty.

And, of course, they accused me of not doing the work, when I was doing her work for her.

You probably have had to work with someone like that. If you haven’t, it’s not fun.

But, it gets worse…

G.A.T.P. finally ended, and so we moved on. After that, it seemed like the whole class broke off into a groups. The drama group, the friend group, and the “nerd group”. I was a part of all of these groups. I was secretly against having groups because I thought it was better that everyone should be friends with each other.

So, I figured, “I’ve wanted to write a book, I could use this.”

I used the drama and turned into a book.

Yipee.

My second goal was to improve my health mentally.

I have always had anxiety, but it didn’t really kick in until school started.

When I would go to school in the 5th grade, I normally wouldn’t have anxiety, but when the SOL’s (Standards of Learning, a standardized test) rolled around, it really kicked in. I went to school feeling like I was going to throw up, and I was was so worried that I was going to fail the SOL’s, and I broke down crying. Even after all that, I was right: out of my three SOL’s, I only passed one-- barely.

The exact thing happened in 6th grade, just a little less dramatic. I realized that I was getting older, and breaking down crying over a test was a little over the top.  While I did have anxiety, I took 3 deep breaths, and, like my mom says…

“MAKE THAT TEST YOUR BITCH!!”

And, I did. I passed all of my SOL’s by 40 points or more.

Also, around Heros (June 2016) last year, I was in a weird place, I thought my book *the preview* was bad and wouldn’t sell.

But, that would come back and bite me in the ass, and the full book did amazingly well at Baltimore Comic Con 2017.

Damn, I love that convention.

Like my dad, I found a song to help my anxiety, and that song came with my current favorite movie.

That song is “To Be Human” by Sia feat. Labrinth.

“To be human is to love, even when it gets to much, there’s no reason to give up.”

So, when I heard that song, I used it as an inspiration to finish my book, Best Friends.  

Because even when it got to much, I never had a reason to give up.

When I first started writing, I kept telling myself that it was going to be a project I would never finish…

And that is one of the only times that I was glad to be wrong.

I listen to music for inspiration. Others might listen to music for a long road trip, or because they--- well--- just want to listen to music.

When I listen to music, I pay attention to the words and the beat. I prefer a songs that have a good message, and an energetic beat. Last year my song was “Beautiful Now” by Zedd feat. Jon Bellion.

And this year’s song was from Wonder Woman.

My third goal was to work my ass off in school.

This goal is currently in progress.

In my elementary school, the grades were from Kindergarten- 6th grade. In my current school, (I’m in 7th grade), the middle school and high school are connected, the high school upstairs and the middle school downstairs.

I have always hoped that my grades would be A’s and B’s, but that didn’t really kick in until this year. My lowest grade I have ever had in 7th grade is a B-, other than that, all A’s.

Yipeee.

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Another thing I want to talk about is 9/11.

It’s a little late, tho.

September 11, 2017 marked the 16th anniversary of this horrible event.

Rest In Peace.

-Kidlet