#Lefty Hand Cream

[weheartstims]

Could u do a Lefty (pizzeria simulator) stimboard?

Lefty (Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria Simulator) with various suitable stims!

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[silverthief]

(( Before I go to sleep, I'm just gonna share this WIP drawing I'm doing of Charmaine. It's actually a full-body piece, but I cropped it because I am being a tease. Didn't even bother doing the lineart, just colored on top of the sketch, which I did clean up quite well though. ))

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam as made-up facts

Dick: The biggest biohazard in public swimming pools isn't the kid that peed in it, but rather the body oil from all the swimmers accumulating over time. Not only is oil not neutralized by pool chemicals such as chlorine, but it also floats to the surface and is the first thing you make contact with when you jump in the water. This is why a lot of public pools ask people to shower beforehand.

Jason: Making new memories is simply the process of our brains creating and reinforcing new neural connections. Traumatic or impactful events see denser myelination in the hippocampus (brain's memory center) and it's theorized that when we die and our "life flashes before our eyes," there's more activity in those denser regions leading to more vivid images of those moments.

Tim: Klondike's Equation is one of the lesser-known unsolved mysteries in math. It's a branch of calculus that takes Olivar's Laws of four-dimensional derivatives and creates a paradoxal equation by which the right half of it cannot be fully written if the left half is unsolved, but the left half needs values from the right in order to be computed.

Damian: The oldest interactive/roleplaying game dates back to the ancient Sumerians, according to records. It consisted of a theater of clay puppets that the audience would chime in with how they should act. It was often performed at bars or taverns during holidays with stories themed around mythical deities or fables.

Duke: In 1982, Bill Watterson brought to Archie Comics a standalone concept of a child hero and a sentient animal companion. However, he was rejected in favor of the up-and-coming Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles story. After shopping around at companies and getting lots of rejections, Watterson finally found his big break with Andrews McMeel Publishing, cementing his place in comic history with the cult classic Calvin and Hobbes.

Cullen: The smallest readable book ever made is 12 nanometers long by 8 nanometers wide. It was engineered by four particle physics grad students at the University of Vienna and contains the first passage of the Bible across six microscopic pages.

Stephanie: Most aerosol cans use both oxygen and carbon dioxide as the aerosolizing agent, which is why you're told never to spray them near an open flame. However, for food (like whipped cream or spray cheese), nitrogen is used instead. This is to prevent perishable food from oxidizing and for preservation as nitrogen helps maintain a cooler inner temperature.

Cassandra: The most plausible explanation for the legendary chupacabra was proposed by a team of anthropologists in Oaxaca. Essentially, it combines the theories of mass hysteria with the existence of a similar creature that went extinct in early Mesoamerican history. As accounts of this now-extinct creature was passed down, the image of it was slowly distorted. The modern chupacabra legend likely arose in a period of mass hysteria during political and economical insecurity.

Barbara: Traditional computer programs can be broken down into a series of if-then commands by which a condition is given and the program must respond according to the parameters. However, machine learning algorithms use an expanded version of this, known colloquially as if-then-but-because-however. The "if-then" stipulates the parameters, the "but" is for modifiers, the "because" is for generating explanations (usually pulled from a database of other works unfortunately), and the "however" is for exceptions that may rise over the course of running the program.

Harper: Ambidextrous people actually struggle the most when it comes to the drums. Most drum setups and tabs (sheet music) are designed with right-handedness as a default. Left-handed people can simply flip it around it for themselves. However, ambidextrous players have been found to struggle with the asymmetry of the instrument. That's why, among professional rock drummers, only 6% are ambidextrous compared to the 18% of lefties and 76% of righties.

Carrie: Although it feels like our lungs are burning after holding our breath for a while, the sensation actually originates from our inflated diaphragm pressing against our lungs. Since there are more nerve endings around our lungs than our diaphragm, we interpret the feeling higher than where it actually occurs.

Kate: During the war of 1812, a group of nine Canadian men known as the False Damsels donned women's attire to act as spies against the Americans. Of the nine, four of them reportedly continued crossdressing after the war and one of them started going by Margaret a few months later and remained unmarried for 20 years until they moved to Portugal with an unknown courter.

Alfred: In 1757, the British government attempted to train livestock, such as cows and chickens, to spy on domestic threats (such as anti-monarchists). However, this project never took off due to a regional outbreak of avian flu combined with the takeoff of the Industrial Revolution and new inventions that rendered animal labor obsolete.

Selina: Coffees and wines contain a bitter compound called tannins, and the ability to taste them is genetically determined. Capsaicin can be seen analogously. Some people inherit a gene that allows them to detect capsaicin fully, so when they eat a pepper, all they get is the heat and little to no flavor. Conversely, others have a gene where the heat is "muted" and they can better distinguish the flavors between two spicy foods.

Bruce: There is a correlation between one's taste in food and expectation of others. According to a 2019 Harvard study, people who reported preferring more simultaneous flavors in their food were 26% harsher in an activity where they had to grade students' mock essays.

[1moreff-creator]

Happy Birthday Teruko Tawaki!

It's the protag's turn for a birthday post! You know what that means! Small character analysis, fun facts and songs that remind me of her! Let's celebrate! Just make sure to bring out the fire extinguisher before lighting any candles... actually just keep the extinguisher handy in general :v

-Being the protagonist of the series, we actually know quite a lot about her backstory. Enough to know it's quite sad in general terms. This is because she appears to have supernaturally horrendous luck, which she claims affects her and those around her. She's mentioned several instances of highly unlikely, unlucky situations she gets into constantly. From washing machine explosions, vehicles crashing, theaters being "too flammable" for her, all the way to being stuck in a killing game where she gets betrayed, stabbed, her friends die, etc.

-She's an orphan who's never known her parents. She had a brother who was compassionate, but constantly hurt by her misfortune. That brother got adopted when Teruko was around five, and she's never seen him since.

-She doesn't have an ID, which meant she had to attend schools by stealing uniforms and infiltrating them. She then usually gets caught and repeats the process several times a year. She is also in a lot of medical debt as a result of her constant injuries. Given all of this, she actually prefers living trapped in the killing game, though obviously she'd rather not have people killing each other around her.

CW Suicide

-That said, it seems her luck prevents her from dying. She told Xander that she wouldn't die because she was the Ultimate Lucky Student, and it was implied she's unsuccessfully attempted suicide by hanging.

CW over

-This misfortune has led her to develop a tremendously pessimistic view of the world and her life, believing her fate can't be changed and resigning herself to her bad luck.

-This also extends to her relationships. She tried to be amicable at the beginning of the killing game, but after Xander stabbed her, she decided to stop trusting everyone else. She now carries around her unique weapon, a hunting knife, for self-defense. This is a pretty understandable reaction given everything she's gone through, but it will inevitably go wrong (prediction).

-Her numeral in the David MV is unlucky number 13 (XIII). Go to 1:22:20 on this video for an explanation!

-The secret quote on her page's source code is "It is an equal failing to trust everybody, and to trust no one at all." Probably something she'll say in the final trial, given that this is one of the main messages the series seems to be aiming for.

-The quote on Mai's page attached to Teruko is "Some years ago, she was searching for someone named ‘Teruko Tawaki.’"

...

-Yeah, Teruko's relationship with Mai is one of the most mysterious parts of this series. Given that quote, it's very possible they knew each other several years before the killing game, got separated, and reunited some time before the killing game. After all, Teruko does remember meeting with Mai in the CH 1 Ep 6 dream sequence. If you want to read some of my other opinions on Teruko and Mai, I'll recommend reading the related portion of this post.

-Though adding to that, Teruko and Mai seem to have matching phone charms :D

-There is a lot more to talk about with Teruko, but I'm done for the day :v

Fun facts!

-Her nationality is "legally in question", whatever that means.

-She's left-handed, the only lefty in the cast!

-In kanji, her name is spelt 田脇【た ・ わき】暁子【て る ・ こ】

-She has prosopagnosia, aka face blindness. And fun fact about me, I actually have this too! I may have learnt about it when Teruko was a bit too relatable in that one conversation-

-Her favorite color is red due to "association." Possibly because it's Mai's hair color. Her least favorite color is pitch black because it's unsettling.

-Her hair recently started turning grey, probably from stress. Wild.

-Her favorite ice cream flavor is red bean.

-Her sexuality is unlabeled.

-She smells of dirt, sawdust, and burnt smell.

-Straight from a Q&A, "Her fashion sense diverges from what she’d actually wear. Secretly she wants to wear girly, cute things, but is unable to afford that kind of thing. She likes skirts."

-She likes fresh food, food which can be prepared without endangering herself with knives and stoves.

-Her birthday, January 7th, lands on "distaff day", "I am a mentor day", "old rock day", "bobblehead day"... still don't know how these come about. I think my favorite for this day is "I'm not going to take it anymore day." That's hilariously in character for Teruko xD

Songs!

-Again by Crusher-P

-The Things I Deserve by Ghost & Pals

-God-ish by Pinocchio P

-The Medical Anomaly by RIProducer

-End-World Normopathy by Ghost & Pals

-Scapeg∞at by Ghost & Pals

-Chronic Wasting Disease by RIProducer

-Those Who Carried On by Ghost & Pals

And Happy Birthday! Well, that was fun. Now I have to deal with the meteorite which struck me midway through writing this post! Take care!

(to be clear the meteorite thing is a joke)

[ofthehands]

Final Girls Just Want to Have Fun

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

Disability Fan Week, Day 5: Victims

A medium, ~12k word fic about Stretch and Sally finding solace with each other after their similar horrific experiences. Also some Sally/Stretch. Warnings for mentions/ discussions of death, a little bit of post-partum depression, and fairly graphic violence, a little above usual for canon.

The fall out of that one night from hell was devastating. Stretch escaped, and took herself to the hospital quick, where of course, police arrived. She told them the whole story, and they acted like she was hopped up on drugs and talking nonsense until they got calls from folks who had seen smoke from that old amusement park. Then the investigation was on. She got snippets of news from the staff of the hospital, and her friends who came by to check on her. They explained someone had fired off a grenade in the belly of that old minecart ride and the whole thing- closed years ago for safety concerns- came tumbling down. She heard there was another survivor. She prayed to God it was Lefty, mad as she was at that man, though she would have sobbed with unmatched joy if somehow it was LG. But it was neither of them. It was the bastard she slashed in the stomach with the chainsaw- the one who cut her to ribbons as she tried to escape. 

Robert Sawyer was his name, apparently. They were the Sawyer family. Three brothers and their Grandpa. She hated that Robert got to live, but at least had the solace of knowing all the rest of his twisted family died. Their crimes were unveiled- a blood trail over two decades long starting back in their hometown of Newt, Texas. Where they had killed Lefty’s nephew and viciously attacked his niece. Just like they did to her and LG.  But now it was over. The most notorious serial killers in Texas killed off or put behind bars. She hoped, wherever he was now, Lefty was happy. Or at least at peace, in some way. She hoped she would find peace too. 

Years passed. She quit her job at the radio station, and went off to find something else, something real. Her experiences propelled her career in journalism, which should have made her happy. But it felt hollow. LG had always talked about when she finally made it- about how he’d go and get her one of those big ice cream cakes from Dairy Queen to celebrate, and she would joke that he’d have to take up as the DJ, and he’d laugh and try to mimic the way she answered calls, pitching up his voice. She’d tell him it didn’t sound like her, and toss something soft at him, and he’d yelp and they’d laugh. 

But she finally made it. And there was no ice cream cake, no lighthearted jabs, no laughter. There was just no more LG. That devastated her more than she realized at first. Of course it hurt, of course it twisted her heart- he was her best friend. But she found herself struggling to get out of bed, struggling to go into public, all twisted up and hurt. 

She needed to get past it. She desperately wanted to get past it. It had been two damn years. But she had no idea how to live like this- how to deal with the crushing weight of what she had seen, and the guilt she made for making it out when LG and Lefty were lying dead at the bottom of that cave. She had to find some way out of it. Some way through it. Some way to survive. 

Which is why she went to Sally. 

She shouldn’t have done it, she really probably shouldn’t have done it and she knew that. But there was no one else in the world who understood the pain in her heart the way that Sally did. Stretch needed that. Closure. Understanding. The guiding hand of someone who’d lived through it all before. She just hoped Sally would be willing to help her with it. She sort of knew she wouldn’t be welcome. Reporters had bothered her before, bothered the whole Enright family, which was how Stretch knew where she lived in the first place. They asked her all sorts of invasive questions, knocked on her door, harassed her daddy about his brother and her momma about her son. She had even seen pictures of Lefty and Franklin’s graves in a news article once. Which was why she was apprehensive. She didn’t want Sally to think she was like that- that she was one of them. But she had become decently well known as a reporter. So there was a chance that was how it would be perceived. 

Which was why Stretch was sitting in her car, clenching the steering wheel, looking out at Sally’s house like some kind of creep. She was scared. Scared of being turned away. And scared of what might happen if she wasn’t. 

“Oh… Fuck it. Brazos,” she said, slapping her hands against the steering wheel. She got out of the car quickly, and headed up to the door while she still had some bullheaded bravery in her. Then she actually got to the door and felt that bravery cower behind her. Oh God. she thought. C’mon. C’mon. I’ve stood toe to toe with actual serial killers, I can knock on this lady’s door. And she did. She didn’t hear anything immediately, and tried to convince herself Sally wasn’t home- got ready to leave right away. Then she heard movement. She froze, unsure of whether to stay or go or what the hell she might say. 

Then Sally opened the door. 

“Hello?” Sally asked. Stretch froze up. Sally was a pretty woman- older than she was sure, and she looked it- but she had a nice face, and pretty blonde hair, and kind, beautiful eyes and Stretch felt like absolute shit turning up on her doorstep with all this. “Who are you?” 

“I’m- I’m Vanita Brock, or Stretch- you probably heard of me as Stretch, it was my old DJ name when I was a DJ- I’m a reporter now and-” 

“Oh, Lord-” Sally started shutting the door. “Please- I don’t want to-”

“Wait! Please- This isn’t about all that- Well I mean- It sort of is but-”

“Would you give it a rest? Please? I’m so sick to death of being asked about Franklin, and my friends, and my uncle and-”

“Please- I- I knew Lefty-” Stretch said. Sally paused. 

“What?”

“Your uncle he- I- he used me. Me and my friend, LG. As bait for the Sawyers, and they came, and LG died and I… I didn’t. That’s what I wanted to talk with you about. Not as a reporter just- just as another person who understands.” Sally paused for a moment, holding the door. Stretch held her breath. 

“Come in,” she said, finally. “I’ll fix you somethin’ to drink.” 

Sally brought her in, and they settled in a cozy set of plush chairs. Sally brought her a glass of sweet tea. Sally had a nice little house. It was cute, and fairly bright, despite having little natural lighting. It smelled nice, like she had lit a candle recently, and there were lots of little sitting places throughout, though no proper dining room table. That was a relief for Stretch, honestly, dining room tables made her too nauseous to eat after her encounter with the Sawyers. She never really considered that she could just choose not to have one. Sally got situated, sitting where she could see all the entrances to the room. Stretch was comforted by that, in an odd way. Comforted in knowing she wasn’t alone at least. 

“I’m…” Sally began. “I’m sorry he did that to you. My uncle he- he was a good man, all his life but… What happened to me and my brother just drove him crazy. He just… He just couldn’t live with the guilt,” Sally said, her voice wavering. Stretch didn’t know what to say to that. 

“I… The guilt?” she asked. 

“He… He convinced me. To invite my brother along, on our fatal trip. Franklin had been upset about us growin’ apart and talked with him about it and Uncle Lefty told me and… That was that. I never blamed him but… He blamed himself. It took us another day to find an old travel wheelchair for Franklin and… And Uncle Lefty couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if he hadn’t said anything. Couldn’t get it out of his head that if the timing was just a little different we would’ve never bumped into that hitchhiker and… and Franklin and Jerry and Kirk and Pam would all just… be alive,” Sally said. “I’m… I’m sorry for what he did- I- I don’t know how I can make it up to you-”

“No- I- I don’t want that,” Stretch interrupted. “I… I just don’t know how to… How to move on.”

“Move on?”

“After all that happened I… I can’t stop thinking about it. What I’ve seen and… and who I’ve lost and I just… I just miss LG and my old life and my old job and- and I miss Lefty and I miss myself. I- that probably sounds crazy but I just-”

“It doesn’t sound crazy,” Sally said, softly. “Not to me.” They let that sit there, for a moment. “I.. I miss the old Sally too, sometimes,” she said. “But… I can’t get her back. You know? I… I’ve seen too much. Felt too much. I’m just… different.” Stretch looked down at her sweet tea. 

“Do you think… Do you really think there’s no going back to the old Sally?”

“No,” she said firmly. “But… that’s alright.”

“How?” Stretch asked. She didn’t mean it so bluntly- didn’t want to be rude, but she couldn’t fathom how Sally could just move on after that. 

“I like who I am now. You… You can’t go back. You can’t change what’s happened. But the way I see it, you can waste a whole lot of time tryin’ to, or you can put all that effort into making a future you’re happy with.” Stretch sat on that for a moment. 

“I’d… I’d like to. I want to do that but I… I don’t know how the hell to move on. To… Get through all this I just- it’s so much.” 

“Yeah,” Sally said. “You can say that again.”  Stretch paused, trying to take it in, trying to find some easy solution or hard but simple truth. “You want an easy way out,” she said, with a bluntness to her statement and steely gaze that reminded Stretch so much of Sally’s uncle she thought she might drop the nice cup Sally gave her. 

“I… I guess so.” 

“Well,” Sally’s expression softened, in a way his never did. She took Stretch’s hand, gently. “I’m sorry, honey, but there’s no way around all this… You’ve just… You’ve got to go through it.” 

Sally and Stretch kept in touch, after that. Stretch kept coming over, and they talked. Not about that. Almost never about that. But about their lives, and what they were up to, and the hundreds of methods of healing Sally had tried. 

Sally liked yoga, and meditation, and running. She tried to gently desensitize herself to the things that she had to in order to get around- hearing men’s voices when she didn’t expect them, gas stations, roadkill. But otherwise, she just avoided the things that tipped her over the edge. She didn’t have a dining room table, she didn’t wear bracelets, or necklaces, she wouldn’t go to a farm house or watch any movie with a pig in it, and she didn’t eat meat. She also avoided alcohol, as Stretch found out from inviting her for margaritas one too many times, though Stretch didn’t think that was exactly because of the Sawyers. 

Stretch often felt like she wasn’t dealing with all of it as well as Sally did. She wasn’t active like Sally. The healthiest thing she did was join Sally for meditation, though she wiggled a fair bit during that, and journaling. Well, if the journaling was helping, like she thought it was, instead of making things harder. She was never really sure. She thought it was helping. Wanted it to be helping. But she didn’t know if it was really just dragging all her pain back up. Her pain still felt raw, just about every day, even three years after the Sawyers were dead and gone. She never felt safe, anymore, kept checking behind her in the reflections on windows, always sitting with her back to the wall, scanning every new person who came into wherever she was. Still panicking when she saw blue trucks. Smelled any kind of fuel. Met somebody with buck teeth. Of course Sally had her things too- even sixteen years after the Sawyers were out of her life. But she had far less of them than Stretch, and handled it all with grace. There was just something graceful about her. And strong too. Admirable. Stretch wished she was more like her. Less scared of every shadow, ever corner, every loud voice. Wished she dealt with her pain- at the loss of a best friend only- more like Sally managed to deal with losing her boyfriend, and her best friends, and her brother, and her uncle, years later. Wished that the day the two of them went to the state fair, feeling a little more comfortable knowing they had each other’s backs, she hadn’t broken down sobbing when she saw a pair of kids making a fry house. 

Sally took her aside, helping her find a bench and a corner to hide in, where they were back away from the crowd, where they didn’t feel like they had to keep scanning the faces for someone horribly familiar. 

“Stretch? Are you okay?” Sally asked. “Just breathe, honey,” Sally said. “Just breathe.” Stretch hiccuped and coughed, snot running down her face. “What happened, honey?” Sally asked, in that soft voice of hers. “Are you okay, Nita?” Stretch tried to control her breathing again. 

“I- I just- I saw- there were some kids- makin’ a- a little house out of french fries,” she said. “It wasn’t- that wasn’t- my friend LG did that. He did that and- and I’ve never seen somebody else do it- and I just- I thought of him- and when I think of him I can’t think of him happy anymore I just- I just hear his voice after they got him, and see his peeled off face- I can feel it- I can feel it on me, Sally-” Sally put a hand to her face. 

“You’re okay, Nita,” she said softly. “You’re here with me right now. There’s nothin’ on your face. See?” She rubbed a gentle circle on her cheek with her soft hand. “You’re here with me.” Stretch nodded. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m here with you.”

“Where are we?” 

“We’re- we’re-” Stretch had done that one before. “We’re in Dallas, Texas, at the big state fair. It’s 1989- September the 14th, 1989. And… And we’re okay. We’re safe. And.. and everything’s under control.” Stretch’s breathing was calming down, but there were still tears in her eyes. Sally nodded. Then she gave Stretch her hand to hold. 

“From the top, Nita. You can squeeze my hand.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you-”

“You’re not gonna.” She squeezed her hand.

“My… My name is Vanita ‘Stretch’ Brock. It’s September the 14th, 1989. And.. I am… I am thirty-two years old. I’m at the big state fair in Dallas, Texas. And I’m.. I’m safe.” Sally nodded. Stretch didn’t feel good by a long shot- she felt like she had roadrash on her soul, and some kind of emotional grime she could just never let go of. But she was oriented, again, in that moment there, could smell the popcorn and funnel cake instead of blood and rot and burning flesh. Sally was watching her face, trying to read her expression, no doubt. She sighed, heavily. “God. Sorry to fuck up such a good day-”

“It’s alright-”

“I’m sure you’re gettin’ tired of me-” 

“No,” Sally said, sharply. “Never.” Stretch couldn’t help but to believe her. 

In another year, Sally was married. Stretch didn’t really know the guy all that well, but he seemed fine- just generic. Stretch had no interest in any of that. She was focused firmly on her career. Though, unfortunately, her career was exactly what got her into trouble. 

She wasn’t even told about it. Just heard through the grapevine that the issues had been resolved with land rights or whatever, and the police department had finally started to excavate Texas Battleland. 

She stayed away from it for the first few days. She heard stories about it, about how the men on the job couldn’t believe how many bodies they were digging up, that the county had to bring in a bunch of new coroners to work just on that case, to keep the official county coroner from getting too backed up. 

Then she heard, from Mrs. McPeters, his mother, that they finally found LG. She was invited to his funeral. It was going to be a small service, just family, done all very quietly so the press wouldn’t show. Mrs. McPeters told her over the phone she was invited because she was as good as family. LG told his Mama all about her, and she always thought she would be her daughter-in-law someday. Stretch was just glad Mrs. McPeters couldn’t see her sobbing through the phone. She agreed to come. Of course she agreed to come. She asked if she could bring her best friend along, just for support, and sweet old Mrs. McPeters said yes. She called Sally up about it, sobbing, and she promised to take the day off of work and come with her. 

The day of LG’s funeral was a hard one. Stretch had gotten better at keeping those thorny memories from catching her and driving her crazy with fear, but it wasn’t the fear that worried her. It was the sadness. At least, at a funeral, it was okay to cry. 

She managed, for most of the funeral- it was a quick service, the McPeters didn’t have much money. The funeral was just the basics, a casket and a headstone paid for by the state, as a quick apology for the deaths their ineptitude caused, and an attempt not to get sued for even more. But when the ceremony leader asked if she was his widow, she broke down and sobbed. She stayed strong, as long as she could, making it through the rest of the funeral through tears, breaking down properly in the bathroom of the funeral home after the service. She felt like she would never stop crying, and as soon as her sobs died down she thought of something else to cry about. She thought about why it was a closed casket. She thought about how likely it was she would’ve died in his stead if he hadn’t come by, just trying to bring her coffees. She thought about how his face over hers, his hat on her head. She thought about how he used his last moments to save her. How he might not have even heard her tell him she loved him. And she cried until finally she just couldn’t cry anymore. 

Sally was there, patient and put together, when Stretch was finally able to leave. She had tissues in her purse, and a little makeup wipe. She drove Stretch home as she whipped her face and cleaned the smudged, wet mascara from her cheeks. Stretch didn’t say much, didn’t have the energy to, but Sally didn’t press her. She just turned on the radio, to a soft jazz station she liked, that didn’t remind Stretch too much of her old radio job, and drove. 

Stretch wondered, for a minute, if she should’ve married LG. If she would’ve married him eventually, like everybody thought. She did love him. And he loved her. Though she wasn’t sure they really loved each other the same way. And she could never imagine being all wifey, or having a bunch of kids. She didn’t hate the idea of kids all together, she just wasn’t so sure about the pregnancy part, or having kids of her own. She was happy just having kids in the family. But maybe LG would’ve been happy with that too. She didn’t know. She just really didn’t know. 

They settled in, in Stretch’s little apartment for a moment. Just trying to decompress, both checking in on each other. Stretch really thought she would be the only one breaking down- thought of herself as the weaker one between the two of them. But when she came back into the living room, after getting up to get herself and Sally some sweet tea, she saw something that surprised her. Sally was quietly drying her tears with one of those tissues. Polite, and somewhat under control, but still it was clear she was crying. Stretch sat close on the loveseat with her. 

“Sal?” she said, softly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine I just…” She paused a moment. “We… We never got anything to burry, you know?” 

“Huh?”

“Their graves. My brother’s and my uncle’s they’re just… empty. Headstones is all it is. Their bodies are just gone. God only knows where Franklin is and… Uncle Lefty’s down there in that chasm of lost souls somewhere. I just… I… I hope they’re at peace, you know? Just… Wrapped up in God’s heavenly love instead of stuck somewhere down in that hole…” Her lip wobbled, and the tears started to build up heavy in her pretty green eyes. “I just… Don’t know.” Stretch comforted her, hugging her tight, and stayed with her till she was ready to leave. But after that conversation, she had made up her mind. Even if she may have made it up foolishly. 

People were allowed to try and identify loved ones at the excavation site. Every time a new body was drug up with some part of its face intact, dozens of grief stricken people surrounded the body as the crew tried to wheel it away to take it to the coroner, to determine cause of death and to try to confirm the identity. About fifty people had been identified by their loved ones- bodies kept in disturbingly decent shape sometimes, and noting but worm food in other cases. 

For the next three weeks, after work, Stretch joined them. She brought with her a news article- the headline of a cowboy chasing chainsaws she kept all those years. And she fought her way through the crowd, to get a look at those mangled bodies, to see if maybe she could find him there, and give Sally her peace. 

It was gruesome, awful work. She felt bad for the crew who had to dig them up, and worse for the people who didn’t even know if their loved ones were actually among the bodies down in there- who were just praying to finally have closure in a missing person case. 

Stretch worried, all the time, that she wouldn’t be there when they found him. Or that the grenade would have rendered him unrecognizable, to the point even the coroner would never know who he was. But she kept looking, when she could anyways. 

On the fifth day, she thought she saw him. Half a body was drug up- from deep in the ground they said. The corpse was mangled to the point that facial features didn’t help much, but the way it was torn looked like damage from a grenade to Stretch. And etched into her mind forever were the corpse’s bright blue eyes, wide and fearful, and somehow preserved. Most of the bodies didn’t have eyes. She took that as a sign- it had to mean something- it had to be him. But, at the coroner’s office, it was determined to have been a woman, and the eyes were taxidermy marbles. Seems the Sawyers had used her body as some kind of grisly decoration. Stretch wasn’t sure she would ever unsee that woman’s corpse, or overcome her fear of ending up just like her. But regardless, she pressed on. 

The next false positive was in the middle of the second week. When they took up a body from one of the lower levels- the dining room of death, as the excavation crew called it- and the word ‘shrapnel’ echoed through the crowd of mourners like a ripple. Everybody knew the killers died to a grenade- quite likely to shrapnel. But Stretch knew Lefty had too. Or at least, she hoped he had. Nobody jumped forward to see that one as much as Stretch did, as it was carted past. She got a really good look at it. It was a man’s body, that she was fairly certain of- she was getting good at telling bodies apart. The size wasn’t too far off, he was a bit thin, but decomposition could’ve done that. His spine was severed- his torso and hips still attached by some kind of mummified tissue but nothing more. He looked like he was crushed. His skull and ribcage were flattened. It probably would’ve been quick. Maybe even painless. His body still wore the tattered remains of a suit- though it was covered in dirty and rot to the point she couldn’t tell what color it had been. The thing that finally clicked in her head, however, the damndest thing- was the pair of somehow almost perfectly preserved shoes. She stepped back into the crowd, away from her would-be killer, once again disgusted by the visage of Grandpa Sawyer. 

There was nothing of note on the third week. No bodies that seemed more or less Lefty than any of the others. He should’ve been there- he should’ve died somewhere near the dining room, if his death happened how she thought of it. But she hadn’t been there. And she didn’t know. 

Stretch always assumed he went down fighting. That one of the Sawyers pulled the pin on the grenade because of him- and he died to that. Maybe painful, but definitely quick. He didn’t suffer. It was a blaze of glory. 

But she didn’t actually know that. 

She saw a corpse dragged out, a body people sobbed as they tried to compare it to their loved ones, that sent a chill down her spine. It was the naked body of a man, face hard to recognize but contorted in pain nonetheless. His legs were mangled- broken. And there were chunks torn out of his neck, and his torso. Stretch wanted, desperately, to believe it was from decay. But she couldn’t shake the idea in her head that they were bites. 

She started to wonder what really happened. If they overwhelmed him. If the grenade didn’t kill him, if the cave in didn’t kill him, and he died of thirst, trapped down there with his body broken for days. Waiting for help. Thinking, maybe, that help might come. Maybe the blast didn’t kill all the Sawyers immediately either. Maybe it trapped them all together. Maybe they tortured him, while waiting to die. Maybe they ate him. Stretch worried herself so much over it all that she had to run to one of the trash cans around the site and vomit. 

She nearly jumped out of her skin when someone put their hand on her back. She whipped around, nearly slapping the other woman in the face, before realizing it was Sally. 

“Stretch?” she said, softly. 

“Sally? I- I’m sorry- I almost-”

“What are you doin’ out here?” Sally asked. Stretch felt almost guilty. Definitely caught. 

“I was… I’m just…” She bit the bullet and told the truth. “Lookin’ for Lefty.” Sally looked like she was about to cry. “I wanted to bring him home for you- didn’t want him lost-”

“You’re sweet, Nita, but you don’t have to do this-”

“I don’t want him left behind, and I don’t want you to have to do this- You’ve been through so much-”

“So have you!” Sally said. “You went through so much because of that crazy man-” 

“I know but-”

“Stretch- there’s- you don’t-” Sally paused. “I don’t want this makin’ things worse for you. I don’t want you comin’ back here. Promise me you won’t.”

“I-” Stretch paused. “If you promise me you won’t either, then I will.” 

“I promise,” Sally said. Stretch took a deep breath. 

“I promise too, then.” She paused. “I just… How do you know you’ll get him back? Is it just… faith?” Sally smiled, sort of, then. 

“A little bit of faith,” she said. “And a little bit of luck. He blew out his knee real bad when I was a kid, had to have surgery… They’ll know it’s him. He’s got three metal pins in his right knee. I’m sure they’ll know it’s him.” 

Another two years went by. They didn’t find Lefty. But Sally and Stretch both avoided the hunt around the pit. By that point, all the bodies had been excavated. It was just a matter of identifying them. Sally divorced her first, forgettable husband, and remarried, some other man Stretch cared very little about. Though this one, at least, she remembered the name of, if only because Greg gave Sally her very first child. Sally and Stretch and Greg were all over the moon excited. Stretch and Greg were there at her every beck and call, one of them always around to make sure Sally was alright and had rides to doctor’s appointments and whatever food she happened to be craving. Sally was worried she would get fat, from all their attention, but Stretch kept reminding her she was eating for two, and told her if she got fat, nobody had any right to judge her, after everything she had been through. She was older, to be pregnant, so the doctors were diligent, checking in on the new little one constantly, especially with her family history of birth defects. But everything was right as rain. Until they found out the sex of the baby she was having. 

Stretch wasn’t at that appointment with her, it was Greg, but she found out soon afterwards when Greg called her up about Sally, saying she had locked herself in the bathroom, and wouldn’t stop crying. Stretch came over quick, a little pissed at Greg for not helping his own pregnant wife before she got there. She parked like an asshole and ran to the door. 

“Oh! Vanita, I’m so glad to see you-” 

“Where is she?” 

“Guest bathroom,” said Greg. “I just- I tried to help her but she won’t let me in. I think… I think it’s got to have somethin’ to do with the chainsaw killin’s, I just don’t know what.” Oh. That’s why he called me. 

“I’ll talk to her.” Stretch came to the door. She could still hear Sally crying inside. She knocked, softly. “Sal?” she called. “It’s me. It’s Nita.” She heard the sobbing subside, for just a moment. “Are you alright? Can I come in?” She heard the door lock click. She came inside, and closed and locked the door back again. Sally was sitting on the toilet lid, snot and tears running down her face. Stretch got some toilet paper for her to wipe her nose on, which she did, as Stretch sat down across from her on the rim of the tub. “What’s goin’ on, darlin’?” Sally tried to calm herself down. 

“I’m- I’m- the doctors told me I’m havin’ a boy.” Stretch tried to think of why that would be a problem- what about that could catch on those thorny memories of the Sawyers. She supposed they were all brothers. 

“That’s gonna be alright. He’ll be a sweet boy. A kind boy, I’m sure. Like.. Like Uncle Franklin-” That was the wrong thing to say, apparently, as Sally broke down crying harder then. 

“That’s the problem! That’s the problem!” Stretch was confused. 

“Are- are you worried he’ll be sick like Franklin was?” Stretch asked. She had no idea what spinal issue Franklin had exactly, or if it was common in Hardesty men- she also wasn’t sure if whatever made Lefty so unstable was an actual condition, and if it was, if that was genetic too.

“I don’t know what to name him.” Stretch was just getting more questions. 

“You don’t… You don’t know what to name him?” 

“If I was having a little girl, that would be easy- her name would be Pamela, but- but I’ve lost so many men I just- there’s my friend Kirk, and my old boyfriend Jerry, and there’s my own brother, Franklin, who died instead of me, and my uncle, Boude, who died to avenge me and I- I just- I just don’t know-” Stretch felt a sudden flare of genuine, intense anger. 

“Sally Ann, you listen to me,” she said. Sally looked up, a little bit surprised. “Your life is not a mausoleum! You don’t have to name that baby after any of them! Not even your brother, or your uncle.”

“It’s- it’s important- for the family-”

“Do you think Lefty would want you doin’ all this, and cryin’ about this? Do you think Franklin would? I knew Lefty, at least for a little while, and I don’t think he would. And from what you’ve told me of Franklin, I don’t think he would either! I think they would be overjoyed to hold their little nephew, or great-nephew, no matter what you called him. You… You don’t have to do all that. You’re drivin’ yourself crazy over absolutely nothin’,” Stretch said. “You name that baby whatever you want and I’m sure your friends and family will smile down on him just the same.” She didn’t quite smile, but peace returned to Sally’s face, and that was enough. “And if any of your living relatives have somethin’ rude to say about it, tell ‘em they can take it up with me.” 

“And me,” Greg said from the other side of the door. 

“And Greg.” Sally laughed a little then. She stood up, and she and Stretch hugged tight, Sally just holding on to her for a moment, comfortable there in her arms. 

“Thank you, Nita. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

His name was Andrew. Stretch loved him like he was her own son, and he loved his Auntie Nita too. There was a certain undeniable resemblance, and the boy was left-handed too, so his grandparents often called him by his great-uncle’s nickname, but Stretch just called him Andy. She wasn’t sure she would ever stop looking over her shoulders, or jumping at loud sudden noises, but as he was born she kicked some of the bad habits she had picked up, like drinking to deal with the emotional overwhelm, and her avoidance of places with big crowds and a lot of noises, like grocery stores. When it came to taking care of little Andy, she felt a lot more fearless. And, of course, she found, with repeated exposure to some of those details that triggered her fight or flight response and sent her spiraling, eventually they lost the bite they had- some of them fading out altogether. It was nice, when he was four, or so, to be able to drive little Andy around and play for him the songs that she and LG used to love. It was nice to find the Sawyers hadn’t taken everything away from her. 

Little Andy was four when he found out he was going to be a big brother. He seemed pretty alright with that. Stretch didn’t have any siblings of her own, so she didn’t quite know the feeling, but Andy seemed to just regard the bump in his Momma’s belly as a potential new playmate. Though he was rather impatient, wanting his new little sibling to come out and play right away. 

Sally had some unusual cravings that time around- cravings that made her scared, made her worried about the way that baby in her belly would turn out. After being vegan for over twenty years, Sally had a hankering for red meat. For the first few months, she fought it like hell- refusing to eat even something easier, like chicken, or fish. But eventually Greg convinced her it was alright to give the baby what it wanted- and she agreed to eat one, single steak. She refused to let somebody at a restaurant cook it, but couldn’t stand to cook it herself, so she had Greg make it at home, with Stretch there for moral support. Then, finally, Sally took a bite. And tears welled up in her eyes. 

“Sal? Sally? Are you alright?”

“What’s wrong, Momma?” 

“Honey?” 

“I- I- I just-” Sally began, shaking a little. “I don’t know why my baby wants this. I just… I just don’t know-”

“It’s alright, honey,” Stretch said. “It’s probably just the protein, or the calories.”

“Besides, you know we all eat meat,” Greg said. “And we’re all alright.” Sally nodded, slowly. 

“Maybe it wants meat ‘cause it’s gonna be a velociraptor,” Andy said, softly. 

“Andy, hun, I don’t think that’s it.” 

Sally got excited again when she found out it was the little girl she always wanted. Of course, everybody loved Andy, and Stretch didn’t doubt for a second that her dear friend would still love him just as much as she always had. But there was a different set of expectations and hopes with a girl, and in Stretch’s mind at least, seeing that baby girl and her big brother grow up happy, without a care in the world or a cannibal in the house across the field was kind of like a do over, for Sally. Ever since she found out she was having a girl, Sally was walking on air. 

Until came the day that little Julia was born. 

Stretch was in the waiting room, with little Andy, waiting on some news, when she heard Sally start to wail. And she knew, immediately, something was really wrong. She took little Andy’s hand and barged into that room before anybody could stop her. 

“Sally? Honey? She’s okay- look- she’s okay-” Greg said, holding their newborn daughter. 

“It just don’t end- it just never ends-” Stretch came quick to her side. 

“Sally?”

“I don’t know why this happened- I- I don’t know-” Stretch went quick, to the baby, expecting something wrong with her- expecting, maybe, something wrong with her spine, or maybe something unusual about her face- but little Julia looked absolutely average to Stretch. As much as she would never admit it to Sally, newborns always sort of looked like wet hairless squirrels in her mind, and Julia was much the same. She was born with a little tuft of hair, dark and curly, that would probably be similar to Greg’s, or her Uncle Franklin’s. She had a short button nose. Big green eyes, like Momma, when she opened them. And bright red- healthy cheeks. 

Or at least one of ‘em. 

She turned her little head and Stretch abruptly realized the problem. Sally’s little girl had dark hair, and green eyes, and a big red birthmark right on her little cheek. Which, though Stretch had never even seen pictures of him, sounded a hell of a lot like that goddamn hitchhiker as Sally described him. Stretch looked up at the sky, mad as hell at whoever up there had such a bent sense of humor. She let Greg hold the baby, and went to Sally’s side, pulling up a hospital chair. 

“Sally? Sal?”

“This ain’t fair. This just ain’t fair,” she said softly, shaking her head so slow it was barely perceivable. “He… My uncle died to make sure this was over but.. But it just… It just don’t ever end.” Stretch swallowed, heavily. 

“Sally…” she began. She thought of what she knew of her friend, of how she help her see what she saw- a healthy, cute little baby girl. “I’m sorry this has to be so hard for you,” she said softly. “I… I wish right now you could just be happy, and excited like.. Like before. But… Though it’s a hard one I think… I think this might be a blessin’ in disguise.” Sally paused, looking up at her, with a pained expression, covered in sweat. 

“How?” she asked, softly. “Just… How?” 

“It’s one more little way they’re just… gettin’ removed, you know? Taken right off this Earth. From… From here on out- even somethin’ like that- even somethin’ so… unusual. Ain’t gonna be theirs anymore. There’ll come a day when you look at that mark and don’t even think of him. It’s just gonna be part of somebody that you love… It.. It ain’t easy, but I think… I think this is God’s way of gettin’ rid of him.” Sally relaxed, just enough, still in pain, still teary-eyed, but so much more at peace. 

“I.. I would hug you right now but- I- I don’t wanna get my sweat and snot and who knows what else on you and-” Stretch hugged her then. 

“I don’t care, honey. I promise you I don’t care.” Sally snuggled close to her, getting the crook of her neck wet with tears. Stretch stroked her hair, gently, and just held her close. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” Eventually, after a long time, Sally sat up. “Greg, can I… Can I hold her?”

“Of course, darlin’,” he said, sitting on her other side, and gently passing her the baby. Sally held her, grimacing just a little as she looked up at her, curiously, with those big eyes. “She’s got such pretty eyes.” 

“Yeah,” Sally said, softly, but not happily. 

“Like yours,” Stretch said, hoping to help Greg get his point across. Sally’s expression softened, just a little. 

“Oh,” she said. “Yeah… Like mine.” Sally gently rubbed her thumb against the baby’s cheek. 

“She’s so little,” Andy whispered to his father. 

“Yeah, she was just born,” he said. “You used to be that little.” The boy seemed quite surprised by that. Stretch almost laughed. Then, softly, for the first time, little Julia giggled, reaching out to hold her Momma’s finger. Sally broke down then, smiling at her. 

“Hello, Julia,” she said softly. Julia started to fuss then, and Sally fed her new little girl for the first time, and Stretch felt like everything was going to be alright. 

It was. For a time. The kids grew fast. Andy was nine years old, and Julia was five. Sally and Greg’s marriage had gone on a nosedive. But in an odd way. A way that somehow, despite her constant presence, Stretch didn’t quite understand. There was something inbetween them- something stopping them from being all that close to each other. But they were kind, and friendly nonetheless. Stretch was glad for that, of course, too many people she knew had had terrible, rocky divorces. But Sally and Greg just seemed to drift apart. 

Stretch never married. Never even dated. She just didn’t have any interest, and she worked hard all day as a TV reporter. Romance just wasn’t something she looked for in her life. Besides, she already had a family, with Sally, and the kids. And Greg. 

Her life was good. She was really, really happy. 

Until the day that Robert Lambert Sawyer somehow, someway, broke out of prison. Having to report about it on the news, with a straight, calm face, was nerve wracking enough, but she was a professional, and she managed to get by. 

But seeing that letter. That goddamn bloody piece of paper right there at her front door made her feel fit to die. She hoped beyond hope for just a second it wasn’t what she thought it was. But she picked it up. And opened it. And read. 

Hey Radio Girl! 

She closed it again. Looked around, frantically. But saw no signs. She thought about going inside to read it, but then considered he could be in there. So she went to her car. She drove, quickly, to the first place she could think of- the police station- and sat in their parking lot to read it, only feet from what should be help if something happened, if somehow she was there. 

Though, after her run in with the Sawyers, and with Lefty, the presence of cops hardly made her feel better. She opened the letter, slowly, and three little metal rods fell out- in her lap. They were stained with old dry blood, and she flinched, immediately, and threw them across her car, into the passenger’s seat. She shook it out, in case anything else awful was contained down in there, before sighing, heavily, and opening up the letter, slowly starting to read. 

Hey Radio Girl!

Long time no see. It’s me- Chop Top- in case you didn’t know. I saw you became a big shot reporter- saw you on the news! So I thought I would give you a big big story! And It’s one I’m sure you’ve been wunderin’ about. I’m gonna tell you how I survived the big cave in. 

You killed my Great Grandma in front of me, then cut open my belly with her saw. I’m sure you rimember that. Then I fell down that long pipe, and the whole ceiling came down, like Atlas droppin’ the world. Then I had to crawl around in those pipes a minute- ‘cause they were so strong and didn’t get crushed. 

I dug around and found my family. You killed my Grandpa with that cave in. Your little piggy friend killed my baby brother with that saw he brought. Big brother was in so many pieces I couldn’t tell which of you bastards killed him. But that’s okay!! My twin brother lived okay. He’s still livin’ down there, unless y’all brot him up and locked him up in jail too. The two of us found your little piggy friend with his saws all busted up. And his back too. I think when you sabotogued our house, you got him crushed too! But lucky for me he weren’t too bad to eat. 

Stretch closed her eyes tight a moment, and tried to control her breathing. She had wondered, years ago, what happened to Lefty, but she hadn’t thought about it in a long time. They officially determined they had found Franklin a couple years ago, pieces of his skeleton woven into his wheelchair by the cave in, and the flashlight he brought with them still nearby. But they never found Lefty. She tried not to let her mind be overcome by the images of the bodies she saw them dig up. 

He didn’t react much, but when we found him he was still wigglin’. 

Stretch paused again, focusing all her energy on not picturing it, and losing slowly. 

He didn’t squeal like a good little piggy, but I stripped his legs of meat, and then took a few big healthy bites out of him- ripped open his neck and his chest all up. I think I made him cry. Got a few good pictures of him too. Gonna send those to your little friend. Also found these weird things in his knee when I made my snacks out of him. Figured they might help somebody find him. And we can’t have that!! If my family don’t get to be happy, neither does his, and neither does yours!! See you soon :) 

XOXO 

Chop Top 

Stretch processed, for a moment, what was laying in her lap. The horrible truth, there in front of her, the knowledge she never wanted to keep- the pins from Lefty’s knee, undeniable proof that Robert did find him- did tear him apart. Stretch hadn’t realized she was crying until the tears hit the letter. She was tempted to bring it in, walk right into that police station and show them what she had- get those bastards off their asses and shooting holes in that son of a bitch before sundown. But then a little more of that horrible letter processed in her mind. 

Gonna send those to your little friend. 

Sally. 

It’s about Sally. 

He’s gonna go to Sally. 

Stretch whipped out of that parking lot like a bat out of hell, flying down the road to Sally’s house faster than the law would allow. She was lucky no cops tried to stop her, because she wouldn’t’ve stopped, and whatever the result of that was would just have to happen. 

She parked like an asshole and outright ran to the door, slamming on it hard. She didn’t hear anything inside. She slammed on it again. She looked down to her feet, and saw a drop of blood on their doormat. She slammed so hard she could’ve broken a storm door. 

“Sally! Sally! Please-” The door flew open, and she found herself face to face with a gun. 

“Oh- Stretch-” Sally lowered it, tears still in her eyes. “Get in here! Get in here, now-” Stretch did as she was told. 

“Where’s Greg? Where’s the babies-”

“He- he’s got the babies-”

“Robert?”

“Greg- Greg’s got the babies he- they’re- they’re he’s gettin’ ‘em ready to go to his parent’s house-”

“I got a letter-” Stretch began. 

“Oh, God, he sent somethin’ to you too-”

“What did he send you?” Stretch asked. “What-”

“These pictures-” Sally said, tears streaming wildly down her face. “He sent me these awful pictures and- and I just-” She started to sob, harder, never letting go of the gun. “I- I wanted to just get rid of ‘em but- but the police might need ‘em as evidence. They’re just- they’re just so awful- I don’t want my babies to see it- I don’t want my babies to see him, Nita-” Stretch glanced at Sally’s kitchen counter, at the small group of slightly bloody polaroids. 

“I think there’s a fingerprint,” she said, walking towards them- “Or at least a partial- here- He left-” She looked up, just a little too far, and saw what Sally had seen. She felt nauseous, and she started to shake, overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of Texas Battleland- hearing that goddamn dinner bell the cook had rung when they called Grandpa to kill her and the roar of saws and Bringin’ in the Sheaves- smelling gas and cooked up bodies and LG’s cologne, and the whiskey on Lefty’s breath- all of it, just at once, overwhelming her every sense. 

Then, suddenly, she remembered the last body she ever witnessed the excavation crew dig up. The man with the bites along his neck, and his chest. The battered broken legs. The final expression of pain. Stretch couldn’t explain why she did what she did next. She should’ve looked away- God knows she should’ve just looked away. But she didn’t. She picked up those pictures, determined to face the truth, even if it hurt her. 

It was Lefty. The same as he looked the last time she saw him. The last time anybody saw him alive. Though, fairly clearly, he was dead. His clothes were in pieces, framing his bloodied, broken body, the same way they had done to LG. He was cut up, clearly, and had a mess of bruises along his face- maybe from the cave in. Hopefully from the cave in.  And bites- big fleshy chunks, taken out of his throat, and his chest. Toothy imprints on his shoulder. His face was blank- thank God, that of a dead man. Though his eyes were forever wide with surprise. And at least a spark of pain. Stretch had a horrible, horrible feeling he truly had been alive when that started. She put down the pictures. 

“You didn’t have to look at that-” Sally began. 

“I know,” she said. “I just… We should hold onto these, but put them somewhere them babies won’t see. It’s got his fingerprints on it, and… And I think… Seein’... Seein’ the wounds that… That took him. Could help. Could help with the investigation-”

“What do you mean?”

“I think-” Stretch took a breath and calmed herself. “If the coroners can see those pictures they’ll be able to identify his body. I… I think I saw him-” 

“If they were gonna find him those pins in his knee-”

“The same son of a bitch who sent you those photos sent me a letter,” Stretch said. “And he had those pins in it. He took ‘em out, on purpose, said as much in the letter- he didn’t want us to identify Lefty- he wanted Lefty’s family to suffer.” With each word her voice became more strained, until the last word was a hoarse bark- almost a yell. Sally paused, then, struggling to find any response to that. 

“Stretch… Me, Greg, and the kids are goin’ to his parents’ house. ‘Cause while he knows about me, and mine, I.. We don’t think he knows about Greg’s.” Stretch nodded. 

“That’s a good plan. I want y’all safe.”

“And I want you safe,” Sally said. “Come with us.” 

“Is- is Greg okay with that?” 

“Yes-” Greg said, coming into the room with the kids, holding their little suitcases. “He is.” 

They went to Greg’s parents’ house, all together. The kids were confused, and little Andy was old enough to be scared too. They just kept asking questions, all the way, which the adults tried to answer vaguely enough no to scare them, the whole car ride there. Fortunately, the kids loved their grandparents, and when they saw their Nana and Papaw, questions about their sudden departure faded away. 

“Oh, uh, Ma, this is Stretch- Sally’s friend. She.. She got somethin’ in the mail from that guy too.” 

Just like that, Greg’s parents were fine, welcoming Stretch in without another word. Sally asked if she could use their phone, and they agreed. She quickly called her parents, the Hubermans, the Willards, and the Waisains as well- warning them that Robert was at large. Stretch asked if she could do the same, suddenly fearful that the bastard might go after Mrs. McPeters. She called her, quick and desperate, trying to keep her voice steady and her eyes free of tears as she explained the situation. Mrs. McPeters promised to stay safe, and made Stretch promise the same. She hung up the phone and started to shake, uncontrollably. She felt Sally’s hands on her shoulders. 

“Nita?” she asked softly. “Vanita? Are you alright?” She tried to keep herself steady, and images of LG and Lefty clear from her mind. 

“If he does anything to that sweet little old lady I swear to God I’ll kill him,” she said, jaw starting to hurt from how hard she had clenched it. 

“I’ll help you hide the body,” Sally said, softly. 

They had dinner with Greg and his parents. Despite knowing that Sally and Greg were breaking down their marriage on good terms, somehow, she didn’t expect dinner to be so… amiable. There just wasn’t any anger between Sally and Greg- and his parents either didn’t care or didn’t know. There was a little awkwardness, due to the circumstances of their visit, but it was nothing that seemed too severe. The kids, in the very least, didn’t seem to notice. There was a tension, in all the adults, a fear of what may come, the urge to check every window, the slight flinch at every odd noise from outside. But everything seemed alright. 

For a time. 

Eventually, Sally and Greg were doing the dishes, while Stretch looked after the kids, trying to keep their minds off it all. She hoped she was doing a good job and not making them too nervous, as she glanced up at the windows and looked behind her in every reflective surface. Though, generally, they seemed alright. Andy was just a little more reserved than usual. There seemed to be something on his mind. It became more prominent, as the minutes dragged on, and he went from playing with his little cars unusually slowly, to just sitting there, holding them. 

“Hey, you alright?” she asked, lifting his little chin up. 

“Auntie Nita…” He started. “Were… Were those pictures real?” Stretch thought she was going to drop dead right then and there. 

“Pictures? What pictures?” 

“Today, in the mail, Momma got… Momma got some weird pictures.” No. No, God, please no. “She… She went to get Daddy, and Julie, and… And she put them up kind of high but I’m pretty tall so I… I looked at ‘em. A little.” Stretch still had hope, somehow, someway, that he hadn’t seen what she thought he saw. 

“What… What was in the pictures?” she asked. He paused. She figured he knew he saw something he wasn’t supposed to. “It’s okay. Just… I just want to know what was in the pictures.” 

“There….” Andy started to whisper. “There was a man. And he didn’t have any shirt on, and he was all torn up. And bloody.” Stretch closed her eyes tight, and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She hoped to God she never saw Robert Sawyer in person, because if she did she would end up in jail in a heartbeat. “Was it real?” Stretch had no idea what to tell him. What would help him, and what would fill his little head with nightmares, forever. She didn’t think it was her decision to make- she wasn’t his parent- she was just his Momma’s best friend. She held him tight, it was the only thing she could think to do. 

“Thank you for tellin’ me, baby.”

“Was it real?” he asked again. Then, barely a whisper. “Is the guy who took those pictures gonna do that to us?” 

“No, baby,” Stretch said, firmly. “No he’s not.”

“How do you know?” he asked, clearly scared. 

“Because if that guy ever came around you, or your sister I would-” Rip his fucking head off. “Take care of it. We’re not gonna let anything happen to you.” He nodded, and burrowed his little head against her chest. She held him, tight, till she heard Sally and Greg turn off the sink. “I’ll be right back, honey, I- I’ve gotta talk to your Momma a second-”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No- No, baby. You’re not in trouble.” She maneuvered the little boy off her lap, then stood up slowly, trying to keep herself calm. She went into the kitchen, where Sally and Greg were talking. They looked stressed. She was shaking, and it was hard to get a single sound to come out of her throat. 

“Sal?” she said, softly. “Greg- I- there’s somethin’-” she didn’t want to cry, she didn’t want to cry right then and it made her mad at herself, but the tears dripped down anyways. “Somethin’... There’s somethin’ I need to tell you about.”

“What happened?” Sally asked. 

“Are the kids okay?” Stretch took a deep breath. 

“Andy saw the pictures.” 

“What?” Greg asked. 

“No-” Sally began. 

“Which pictures? What-”

“The pictures of Lefty.” Sally looked on the verge of sobbing too, and Greg’s eyes went wide. “He- He seems to be taking it okay he just.. He kept askin’ if they were real and… and if the person who took ‘em was gonna hurt us. I told him he was safe but I- I don’t know what to tell him about those pictures.” It hung heavy, over the three of them, for a moment. 

“I…” Sally began. “I’ve… I’ve read up on this and… and things like this… Kids are… Kids are resilient,” she said. “So long as you support ‘em and… and don’t make ‘em feel scared, or ashamed.” Stretch was so glad, as she had been for years, that Sally was there and knew what to do. “I…” She took a deep breath. “I can talk to him. I’ll… I’ll take ‘em both aside and talk to ‘em for a minute.” 

“I can go with you,” Stretch offered. 

“Me too-” Greg added. 

“That’s alright,” Sally said. “I.. I’ve got this handled.” 

Stretch and Greg sat in the living room, alone. Greg’s parents had gone to sleep, and Sally was busy with the babies, trying to take care of all that mess. It was tense, at first, then Greg got up, and got himself a beer. 

“Do you want one?” he asked, softly. Stretch thought she might should stay sober, in case Sally needed anything, or in case Robert did come and she had to kill him properly this time, but she was also so on edge she could hardly think. 

“Yeah I’ll… I’ll just have one.” 

One became three. Though she still had her wits about her mostly. Greg drank about the same, and the two of them started to feel a little less distant from each other, and got to talking. 

“If I ever see that little pencil-neck son of a bitch I’ll kill him myself,” Greg hissed, waving the bottle around and talking quiet- not wanting the kids to hear. “Sally didn’t do a damn thing to him- I wish they’d just given that bastard the chair.” Stretch nodded, slowly. 

“Yeah I… I almost killed him,” she said, softly. “I wish I had… Wish I’d done it properly.” 

“Don’t blame yourself,” Greg said. “You… You ain’t done nothin’ wrong. You cut his stomach open with a chainsaw and kicked him off a cliff- The fact that he didn’t die that’s just… The devil’s work.” His moment of religious fervor, a bit uncharacteristic for Greg, had Stretch clench the bottle just a little bit harder. 

“Yeah,” she said softly, letting those horrible images pass through her mind without much attention. “By all means he… He should’ve died.” She couldn’t help but think about the letter. The way he survived. Stretch wished that was something she could’ve avoided, something that didn’t have to happen, but she had no other real options in that moment, and no way of knowing what would happen. She thought about Lefty, really thought about him, for the first time in a long time. It was his own damn fault he died like that. And he pulled her and LG down into it. But… No matter how mad she was at him then- how much she wanted to kick his ass too when she first got to the hospital and thought he might have made it- she couldn’t say he deserved the end he got. She couldn’t think of anybody who deserved all that. Well, maybe a few people. A few brothers, to be more precise. But not Lefty. 

Over the years of knowing Sally, and her family, her views on Lefty had become more complicated. The first year, after he died, she was furious with him, blamed him just as much for LG’s death as the Sawyers- was outright glad, sometimes, he was dead. But knowing Sally, and her parents- her father especially- had dimmed that anger some. They had loved that crazy, stubborn man. And she loved them. And a little of that love rubbed off on her. She wished she could’ve known him, really, when he was alive, maybe before he lost his mind completely. He sounded like a good man. 

Stretch realized, then she lost track of what Greg was saying. She looked over, at him, and her confusion sparked up again. He was a plenty nice guy. And he and Sally didn’t seem to have any real problem between them. They seemed happy. But somewhere, somehow, something was wrong. She had never seen anything like it. Well, almost never. 

She had gone on little dates with LG that were like that, she supposed. It was fun- goin’ out with him, to bars to go dancin’ or on late night coffee runs, or out to go hiking. She really enjoyed spending time with him, and she loved that man, she really did. But there was always something not quite right, about their little dates, about the idea of LG being her man. She wondered if that was what it was like for Sally. And she wondered if she had married LG if they would’ve ended up like Sally and Greg. 

Stretch looked over to Greg. He wasn’t unattractive, he looked fine- average. He wasn’t mean, or a drunk, or wrapped up in something bad. He was good with the kids. Had a fine job. Listened to Sally when she wanted to talk. Stretch wasn’t exactly attracted to him herself, but he seemed like a fine man for Sally. Greg seemed to be at the end of whatever tangent he had been going on. 

“I uh-” Stretch began, interrupting him just a little- “I… I wanted to say thank you.”

“Huh?”

“For bringin’ me along. For bringin’ me here. You didn’t have to-”

“Nah,” he said. “It’s nothin’. Sally loves you, and I love Sally. Simple as.” Stretch paused, for just a moment. Then, spurned on by alcohol and unconcerned by the consequences she asked. 

“It’s not my place at all but… I just… What happened with y’all?” she asked. “You just- you’ve always seemed happy, you know and…” Stretch started to think again she shouldn’t have brought it up. “I just don’t understand why you’d wanna split up when.. You love her so much.” Greg laughed, a little, and Stretch found herself rather surprised. 

“That’s why I wanna split up,” Greg said. “Because I love her.” 

“What?” 

“Look I just… I love Sally. I love that woman with all my heart, and I love our kids, and her parents and.. And all of it. But Sally… She don’t love me. She’s just not capable of it.”

“What?” Stretch went quickly to Sally’s defense. “Sally’s capable of love-” 

“Oh, I know that,” Greg said. “That ain’t what I’m sayin’. She loves our kids to death, and… I think she loves me like you love a good friend, but I… I know she don’t love me the way I love her.” Stretch tried to catch up. 

“Do you… Do you think there’s somebody else?” she asked. 

“Oh, I know there is. I’m surprised you don’t.” 

“She’s never told me anything like that-”

“Stretch, it’s you,” he said. 

“What?”

“It’s you, Stretch. It’s… Sally and I have been as happy as we could be, for a long time. But… I don’t think… She’s never… Stretch, I don’t think she’s ever had any real interest in men. At least none she’s mentioned to me. But… Every time you walk in the room she just lights up. You know? When things are goin’ wrong she goes to you- she wanted you around every important moment in our lives- you were there for the birth of both our children I just… I thought you two might already be together.” Stretch was beyond shocked. It was one hell of a day for all that to come out too. 

“And you- you were okay with that?” Stretch asked, in a hushed tone. 

“I already told you, Stretch,” he said. “I love Sally. And I want her to be loved. Even if it ain’t by me.” 

Stretch had a hell of a lot on her mind that night. So, as she tucked in the guest room of Greg’s parents’ house, she expected to have some kind of dream. For years after her run in with the Sawyers she had nightmares. They had lessened over the years, but occasionally, suddenly they got stirred up again. As she laid down, and tried to sleep that night, that was what she feared. 

She was at the radio station again. In her old DJ booth. It was nighttime. And nobody else was there. She was tense. Deathly tense. She thought she knew what would happened next. Was fairly confident she remembered exactly what happened next. She heard chattering, through the walls. Someone was talking in the lobby. She knew someone was talking in the lobby. She didn’t want it to go on longer than it had to. So she stood up, with all the confidence she could muster and walked that way. 

What she saw there still surprised her. 

There was a massive dinner table- laid out there instead of the couch, and around it were about a dozen people she recognized immediately. The Sawyers were there- of course- all of them- even her brain’s best conjuration of that damn hitchhiker- but among them were the Hardestys- Sally and Andy and Julie and Franklin and Lefty- and though Stretch wasn’t sure of the accuracy of their faces, her mind told her the other three at the table were Jerry, and Kirk, and Pam. They were eating, together, talking like nothing was wrong, joking with each other, passing around what looked like normal meat like some kind of macabre Thanksgiving. The old man Sawyer- the cook- Drayton- was the first to notice her. 

“Oh. Well. Look who decided to come out of her room,” he said, in that annoying, jokey way her uncle used to say the same damn line, completely unconcerned by the way his jaw was hanging half off his face or the shrapnel in his chest. 

“What?” she asked, unable to drag her eyes away from it. 

“We were wonderin’ when you were gonna come join us,” Lefty spoke up. “There’s still plenty to go around, of course. I didn’t let the boys finish off the dinner rolls without you.” He looked happy. Sounded happy. But his clothes were wet with blood and his face was bruised to hell. She could see a bite mark peeking out from his shirt collar. 

“This ain’t right. None of this is right,” she said, taking a step towards it all anyways- against her right mind and her will. 

“We saved a seat for you, girl!” said Robert. The son of a bitch was smiling, sitting in the chair next to Sally- like he had any right to be anywhere close to her. 

“You…” She began. “You-” She felt a hand on her shoulder- a big, wet hand. Then she heard a harsh whisper in her ear. 

“Darlin’, I think you need to wake up.” 

Stretch bolted right up, sitting up like she was awake. Then, in the corner of her eye, she saw a man standing by the window of the bedroom she was in. And she screamed. In a heartbeat, everybody else was there, Greg’s father weiling a double barrel shotgun wildly. The man ran- of course- when she screamed. 

“What happened? What was that?”

“There was somebody- I woke up all of a sudden and there was somebody-”

“Do you think you just had a nightmare, dear?” asked Greg’s mother. 

“No-” Stretch said. “I don’t- I-”

“Let’s go look,” Greg said, firmly. Greg and his dad ran outside, while Sally and Stretch stayed in with the kids, and Greg’s mom. Stretch was pretty confident she was the most prepared to beat the shit out of Robert if he ever came back, but she also refused to leave those babies alone for even a minute. She had seen what the Sawyers did to a trained man who brought three damn chainsaws. She wasn’t confident Greg and his father would be able to stop him either. 

“What’s goin’ on?” Andy asked, softly. Stretch wasn’t sure what to say. 

“We’ve gotta stay down right now, and be quiet,” Sally said, softly. 

“Is it him?” Andy asked. “Is it the man who sent the pictures?” Sally held her little boy a little tighter. 

“We don’t know. We’ve just got to be careful right now. Your Daddy, and Papaw are checkin’ it out right now, just to be sure.” 

Suddenly, they heard a scream. Stretch wrapped her arms around Sally and those kids tight, ready for a fight. She heard the blast of the shotgun. Once. Then everything was deathly quiet. There was shuffling, at the front door, someone coming in. She tensed up, and slipped away from them, grabbing Andy’s little aluminum baseball bat and holding it tight in her hands, standing at the door, ready to bash the fucker’s head in if he came through. 

“Sally-” Greg said, opening the door and almost getting hit in his already bleeding face for it. “We- we got him!” 

Stretch found out what happened that night in pieces, as the cops finally showed up. 

It was him. Robert Sawyer. Chop Top. He had broken out of prison, left behind the letters, and the pictures, and gone on a killing spree. They weren’t his first targets. His first kills were completely random, strangers he met along the way whose things he wanted, or someone he just thought might taste good. Then, he went after a couple of cops, and their families. Determined to have himself a ‘pig roast’ it seemed. And finally, he came knocking at the wrong door. He had cased the house, with few problems. Sneaky as he was capable of being. But then, for some reason, Stretch woke up. 

She was never as spiritual as some people- not even close to as spiritual as Sally had become, as she aged. But it was hard to find any other explanation for what happened that night. And besides, it wasn’t the first time LG had saved her. She thanked him, for watching out for her again, and hoped wherever he was up there he could hear it. 

Then, of course, Greg and his father went out looking. Just to check. Chop Top slashed Greg across the face, and Greg’s father shot him with a double barrel shotgun. It didn’t kill him, though it should’ve- that fucker was like a roach. But he couldn’t come after them when he couldn’t walk from the pain, and he was stuck in the yard until the cops finally arrived. 

He went back to prison, and they went back to their lives. Things were different. But in many ways, things were the same. 

It was the summer of 1999. Thirteen years after Stretch’s run in with the Sawyers. Twice that for Sally. Things were looking up. Sally and Greg did divorce. Stretch thought about what Greg told her, a few days after that night, and for years proceeding that. But nothing came of it. Stretch stayed single. She had a career to focus on, of course. And, admittedly, she was utterly uninterested in men. 

She was around throughout the kids’ childhood. They called her Auntie Nita, or Auntie Stretch. She was there for Sally throughout the divorce. And she was there when the Hardestys had a small, informal funeral for Lefty when his body was finally, actually laid to rest- identified by those nasty photos left on Sally’s doorstep. And she was there when Sally’s father was laid to rest with his brother and his son. She was just always there. That was where she wanted to be. 

Sally and Stretch sat outside, watching the kids kick a ball around, drinking sweet tea on the porch. Sally paused, thoughtfully. 

“Did you ever want kids of your own, Nita?” she asked. 

“Huh?” Stretch nearly spat out her tea. “What’s got you askin’ that?” 

“You just… You’ve always been so good with Andy and Julie. But… You never had kids of your own. Or a husband, either. I mean, you’ve still got time, you’re only, what, forty-two?” 

“Well, I guess-”

“And you’re very beautiful,” Sally said. Stretch felt her cheeks warm up, just a little. “Anybody’d be lucky to have you.” 

“Oh, is that so?” 

“Of course,” Sally said. “You’re… I’ve… I’ve always admired you. You’re strong, and clever, and… Gorgeous.” Sally glanced just a split second at her lips- Stretch knew damn well she did. “Sorry- I- uh, I don’t mean it like that, of course,” Sally said, looking away. 

“That’s too bad,” Stretch said softly. 

“Huh?” 

“I wish you did,” she said. Sally was looking at her like she was seeing her for the first time. “Mean it.. Like that.” They leaned towards each other, almost subconsciously, almost like magnets. And briefly, but warmly, they kissed. 

In that moment it felt like everything just clicked right into place. It was a good feeling. A really, truly good feeling. They both smiled, enjoying just a moment of being in each other’s warmth. Then, leaning against one another, they looked back to their kids. 

The day she met the Sawyers had changed her life forever. In a lot of ways, for the worse. But as she sat there on that porch, sipping her sweet tea, subtly holding’ Sally’s hand, she found she could breath easy, knowing she had finally made a life that she was happy with.

[vagun1ka]

i've almost finished selection for my prsk ocs if anyone interested. it took me a while🥹

brand new scenery

Sora (CV: sana from sanjou no hana)

Yu (CV: Lefty Hand Cream)

Mayumi (CV: LIQU@.)

Jun (CV: Yuka)

tutti insieme all' unisono

Michiko (CV: Tsukiakari)

Ann (CV: Mary)

Nagi (CV: -)

Hana (CV: JUNNA)

SYMBIONTS GENERATION

Natsume (CV: Fukane)

Fuku (CV: Mika Nakashima)

Yoru (CV: -)

Senna (CV: Mao Abe)

[daveysjackie]

My Memory Is Your Canvas

A person is presumed dead seven years after their disappearance. It’s been eight years since Davey’s fiancé, Jack, vanished.

When Davey woke, he was alone.

Like he had been for the last 8 years.

He turned from his back to look at the empty space on the right hand side of the bed.

I have to sleep on the right, Dave! I’m a rightie and you’re a lefty, it only makes sense.

As always, the engagement ring on his finger was heavy with the weight of sadness and regret.

David Zachariah “Walking Mouth” Jacobs, will you marry me?

He looked at the painting, hung on the wall that was opposite the bed. Jack had painted it the entire month after proposing. Apple blossom trees (Davey’s favourite) under a bright sky. Two familiar silhouettes danced in the shade.

His second alarm went off, awakening him from the memories that clouded his mind.

He checked his phone, realising Katherine had texted him, enquiring as to whether their plan of going out for coffee was going ahead.

In all honesty, he wanted to cancel. It was coming up to Jack’s birthday and the depression tended to hit him hard.

But he’d already cancelled on his two best friends multiple times recently and they practically had to force him to agree to today.

So, once Davey confirmed they would see him there, he freshened up, throwing open the curtains and opening the window, a smile flickering on his lips as the warm air brushed across his face, reminding him of a happier time.

How’d you never learn to ride a bike? Les and Sarah both ride. C’mon, summer is a great time to learn. No. You’re not getting out of this, Jacobs. If you manage to keep your own balance for five seconds today, I will pay for all our ice-cream for the rest of the summer.

Davey only managed three seconds that day but Jack still insisted on buying all their ice cream. He proposed the last day of summer as they shared an ice cream cone in the park.

“I miss you, Jackie,” Davey whispered into the wind.

——————————

“No.”

“Davey, you can’t cling to false hope.”

Davey glared at Spot who just glared back. Katherine sighed loudly, pulling their attention towards her.

“David, you led the investigation. It’s been eight years.”

When Davey didn’t say anything, Spot gently rested her hand over his.

“We all miss him. He was my brother. But you have to move on with your life.”

Scoffing, Davey couldn’t help but sarcastically quip, “That’s easy for you two to say.”

“Davey-”

“You have Race and your siblings. You two are trying for kids. And Kath? Your father is retiring at the end of the year. Your brother is set to inherit the company and promote you to his right hand woman. And you’re going to ask Sarah to marry you at that big Christmas party. You both have lives to continue with other people. Jack was-” Davey sucked in a harsh breath. “He is my everything.”

Katherine and Spot stumbled over their words as Davey abruptly stood and left.

——————————

It was getting late when Davey arrived home.

Working in the Missing Persons department of the New York Police still stung a little. Especially since the only missing person he hadn’t found was his own fiancé.

Yes, it felt great to see family and loved ones reunited after terrifying experiences. But now, the scenes were tinged with bitterness.

No matter how he felt, it didn’t change the fact that David Jacobs was one of the best. So when he saw the front door of his apartment, he instantly noticed the new scratches around the lock.

He rested a hand on the gun he wore in his holster, slowly walking in, taking in the damage.

Thick mud had been tracked down the hall. Surprisingly, most of his possessions seemed untouched.

Still suspicious, he followed the mud, careful not to disturb the prints or touch anything else.

He was led to his own room and immediately noticed what had been taken.

The painting was gone.

A laugh escaped him.

Only two people knew that the painting had actual value alongside sentimental. And Davey sure as hell hadn’t told anyone. Which only meant one thing.

“Jack is alive.”

(Feel free to send me asks about this AU)

[antvnger]

US LEFTIES WILL RISE UP AND OVERTHROW THE TYRANNICAL REIGN OF THE RIGHT-HANDED

-Meme Lord

((HELL YEAH!!))

Hey now wait a minute, Meme Lord, I love lefties. Some of my best friends are lefties like you and Ant-Mun and Iron Mun and Natasha.

I definitely don't wanna go up against you guys. I think you're great! I think you guys deserve scissors that work.

((And binders that don't hurt our wrists and notebooks where we don't have to fight the stupid spirals and pens that don't smear and desks that are just for lefties and not righties and ice cream scoops where we can use our thumbs and not our index finger and...))

And the world! You lefties deserve the world.

[chxrry-san]

Birthday?

19th August ☺️

Favourite colour?

Blue!

How tall are you?

5ft3..

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Like 8 pairs?

Favourite song?

Currently it’s Deja Vu by Ateez!

Favourite movie?

Titanic 🥺

Who would be your ideal partner?

Someones thats honest & kind, and can make me laugh.

Do you want children?

I’ve got one! And she’s enough for me 🫶🏻

Have you gotten into trouble with the law?

Not trouble exactly, but I’ve had a verbal warning before

What colour socks are you wearing?

I hate socks lmao

Favourite type of music?

Pop punk while always have a special place in my heart 🫶🏻 but it’s currently Kpop!

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two!

What position do you sleep in?

Mostly on my stomach, with one leg bent up, and one up under my pillow and my other cuddling the second pillow haha

What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

My hair touching my neck 😫

Have you tried archery?

Yesss! It was so much fun, I forgot to put the arm band on for a few shots and it hurt like shit lmao

Favourite fruit?

Lychees!

Are you a good liar?

Hmm, maybe?

Whats your personality type?

INFP-T

Innie or outtie?

Innie 😂

Left or right handed?

Leftie!

Favourite food?

This is too hard to choose lol

Favourite foreign food?

Indian!

Are you clean or messy?

Messy, then I have times when I keep everything clean

Most used phrase?

“What the fuck”

How long does it take you to get ready?

If I’m putting makeup on, about 45 mins. If not, then like 5 😂

Do you talk to yourself?

In my head? All the time, not so much out loud.

Do you sing to yourself?

Any chance I get lmao

Are you a good singer?

Definitely not hahaha

Biggest fear?

Spiders 🤮

Are you a gossip?

I try not to be!

Long or short hair?

My hairs like medium at the moment?

Favourite school subject?

Community & Family Studies

Extrovert or introvert?

Introvert, with bursts of extrovert

What makes you nervous?

Everything.. jks public transport, pretty people, driving, going new places.

Who was your first crush?

This asshole that used to bully me in primary school lmao

How many piercings do you have?

Left ear - 2 lobes, 2 mid helix’s, rook

Right ear - 2 lobes, 3 helix’s

Face - left nostril & septum.

How many tattoos do you have?

5!

How fast can you run?

Fast as fuck boii (jks)

What colour is your hair?

Red ❤️

What colour are your eyes?

Bluey green, with like gold / brown flecks.

What makes you angry?

A lot of shit

Do you like your name?

No 😂

What you want a boy or girl as a child?

I always wanted a girl, and now I have one ☺️

What are your strengths?

My biceps..? Nah, I’m loyal and protective

What are your weaknesses?

I’m stubborn & I get jealous

Whats the colour of your bedspread?

Navy blue ☺️

Whats the colour of your room?

Cream!

Tags: @feral4lix @cosmic-railwayxo @comet-falls @atinystraykid

[comix64]

soda cans all the way

lollipops

bubblegum

stubborn

still soda cans

tie between grunge and tomboy cuz they both look alike but honestly i wouldnt wear anything coordinated

earbuds make me anxious cuz they fall out too much, headphones

movies

fresh air ( i may or may not have been influenced by a smell marker with this label actually smelling like shaving cream)

blackjack during break :P

cereal

"WH-816" (the unchangable name of my headphones, as i listen to them with a micro sd card in them)

lanyard

skittles?

fahrenheit 451

legs pushed out a little, slouching backwards, neck against chair

cheap blue ones with creaky left heel i got off amazon

rain :P

facing left, left hand near face, right hand closer to knees, legs tucked in

text files (i blame my 2nd grade teacher for not actually teaching me handwriting)

mario

my cool uncle

idk if this counts but whenever i yawn i invoulantarily [sic, dont ask] make an odd sound like a speak and spell stuttering

idk, diamond

nintendo 3ds photo album slideshow music

swim

generally frolic in snow, idk i live in a mostly warm place

New Computers - Girlfriends, The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala, I Want to be a Machine - The Living Tombstone, Bathwell in Clerkentime - The Real Tuesday Weld, Credits EX - Frums

deal with the bullshit and tell me im giving you bullshit

my desk, local library, MOTHERFUCKING IKEA BITCH!!!!!! IKEA ALL THE FUCKING WAY!!!!! THEY SAY GO TO YOUR HAPPY PLACE GUESS WHAT BITCH IM EATING MAC N CHEESE AND MEATBALLS AT IKEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the general outfit i wore for some weird day at my school - white tshirt, baggy pants (no seperating me n my baggy pants), fingerless gloves

just go watch a compilation of kevin parry n zach king

idk how to check, probably "ok" or "what" or sumthing

omega mart, you have no idea what's in store for youuuuu!

~11:30pm

i dont remember

suitcase

lemonade

lemon cake

pee on the ceiling of every room

jojo

pants, specifically cargo pants bits cuz nobody will ever suspect you put anything in those

hoodie

lavender?

scifi

you wont believe this… nothing

american (eagle screech)

apple

just keep swimming

the comment section of "Evil beat i been cooking up"

my music teacher is openly homophobic

VCR

typing

N/A

kiki koki

birthday powers

my pet rabbit dying, my parasitic need for attention, and my failing math grades

i can sound like stitch from lilo n stitch, i can sound like a speak n spell, and my teachers think i am smarter than the IT guy

idk something related to scout tf2 sorta

scott pilgrim but im not as shitty as scott pilgrim

the whole paragraph of mispronunciations of Denham's Dentrifice being pounded into Montag's ears in Fahrenheit 451

gooigi, luigi, young neil, sorry i cant keep a train of thought that long

the same five that describe me but sped up a bit

scratch.mit.edu

idk if this counts but there is what appears to be a symmetrical birth mark on my shoulders, on closer inspection one of them is a birth mark the other is from being stabbed with a pencil

dandelion

my deck of cards

dr pepper

there is an actual end of the internet. keep putting in URLS and it will tell you you've hit the end of your journey. then? well it'll save it to your hard drive for you of course! [i can give you the link]

lefty

pebble tile on pools. say goodbye to your toes

math

cinnamon toast crunch + orange juice

7

dont remember

whataburger fries

cactus

i dont drink/eat either but probably coffee

school id

never heard of em

arent fireflies and more violent sounding fireflies the same thing

pc can act as console. console cannot act as pc. pc obviously

drawing (that 2nd grade teacher i swear…)

radio

never heard of a polly pocket so barbie

mythology

cookies

overstaying my welcome

we'd all stop arguing about trivial things, and stop ruining our planet

jojo

passed a test because my handwriting worked like that card dr who has that looks like whatever the viewer wants it to

box

overhead

wallace wells, "ies-nes" (like "yes" mixed with "SNES"), comix, com, mixtape, im making up half of these :P

winter

safari

one of the defaults from KDE, the hexagon one

2, my mom's and 911

i dont know what it's called but one of my steam friends has a pfp of it and there's a template on Apple Keynotes that looks like a leather book and the stock images in there perfectly capture it (see below)

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[imspardagus]

In the BBC Question Time Audience

Brian Bilston, the undisputed Bard of Twitter, or X as we now have to call it (though the thought of it makes me cross), was having a sort out of some of his old titles. This one caught my eye:

She couldn’t recall how she’d got there

She wondered who’d got her the seat

She’d hoped for the Vicar of Dibley

Or something they’d always repeat

But here she was stuck in the back row

While down there, so smug and remote,

A crescent of conmen were crowing

It made her feel sick in the throat

She sat as they first blamed each other

Then blamed all the immigrants next

Then unions, remoaners and teachers

She found she was getting quite vexed

The man who was sitting beside her

Multi-chinned, piggy-eyed, putty skin

Put his hand in the air for attention

And the camera zoomed eagerly in

“It’s them soft, lefty judges,” he blurted,

“Betraying the English each day”

She thought that someone might oppose him

But Fiona just nodded away

On the panel the Labour stooge started

But Fiona Bruce just cut him off

And handed the question to Nigel

Who looked pleased as a pig in his trough

“We’re hearing the voice of the people,”

He smarmed to a wave of applause

“We’re sick of elites in this country

 And boat people hitting our shores.”

“We’re sick of kowtowing to Frenchies,”

Said the man with the Huguenot name,

“We beat all the Krauts two wars running,”

Like he’d been there, had skin in the game.

The man at her side bawled “Too right, mate”

“This is not what I fought Nazis for.

To let bloody towelheads and Gypos

Take jobs we won’t do any more.”

The Tory harrumphed his approval

Nige grinned like a cat with the cream

The Labour stooge looked at his papers

The Tufton Street twat sat and beamed

And this was the point that she panicked

And shaking she rose to declare

“I just want to say he’s not with me,

…  And I’m not with him, if you care.”

The silence that followed was heavy

The director yelled “Cut”. Bruce looked peeved  

They stopped the recording that instant

And somebody asked her to leave

As she walked to the bus she felt angry

The lies buzzed like flies in her head

She went back to her bedsit in Croydon

To watch Mrs Brown’s Boys instead.

Iain M Spardagus

August 2024

[bunsystem]

Fictive tag

Albert in a can[90s penny]

Have a balloon[17 penny]

Radio deer[alastor]

Spider slut[angel dust]

Twirl girl[ballora]

Real bear[bear Henry]

Unstoppable[beartrap]

Beautiful bun[bianca]

Giant purple bunny[Bonnie]

Mess of tangled wires[blob]

Ol black magic[bunny Afton]

Crispy peepaw[burn]

Dead in and out[b bear]

Pink menace[candy]

Sweet girl[cassie]

It’s her[cassidy]

Lets eat[chica]

Not cool dudes[c McLean]

Scream for ice cream[c baby]

Girl power[coco]

It’s cash banooca[crash]

One by one [ctw freddy]

littlest one[cub]

Trickster bun[cuddles]

Lifes a party[c pinkie]

Rat boy[dave]

disco dan[disco bear]

Dancing spider(djmm)

We’ll be friends forever[d twilight]

Hippity hoppity[e bonnie]

Daddy’s little girl[elizabeth]

Spaghetti clown[ennard]

Snake jaw[entity]

Crybaby sweetie[evan]

In the rainbow factory[f dash]

Bark bark[fetch]

Gremlin Demon[finley]

Shy sweetie[flaky]

Burned again[flametrap]

Sweet bear[flippy]

Edge Soldier[fliqpy]

Edge bear[flip/fliq]

Yar har[foxy]

Og bear[fredbear]

Kill bitches[freddy k]

big bear[freddy faz]

hook hand[fritz]

Corrupted mess[fritzny]

Me me me[ft chica]

Radio star[ft foxy]

The birthday bear[ft freddy]

Let’s rock [g Bonnie]

Party girl[g chica]

Superstar[g freddy]

Fox rox[g foxy]

Four armed drummer[g mangle]

Deranged hare[glitch]

Deranged bear[g bear]

It’s me[golden fred]

Houdini bear[great escape golden freddy]

Fiery Fox[grim foxy]

Gloomy girl[gwen]

Broken heart[heart sick baby]

Crispy man[h burn]

Blonde chomper[h fredbear]

Pretty boy[h glitch]

Mouth tummy[h n Fredbear]

Zombie peanut[h scrap]

Posh bun[h spring]

Gnarly[hunter]

Hose Beast[izzy]

lol crybaby kid[jacob]

Hey hey hey[jeremy]

Your brothers a crybaby[jeremy f]

Innocent façade[killer henry]

sweet sheep[lammy]

Look inside[lefty]

One half of an idiot[lifty]

Lollololol[lolbit]

King of hell[Lucifer]

Psycho mama[m gasket]

Pick a card[magician mangle]

Beautiful fox[mangle]

silence is golden[mime]

Spaghetti bear[m freddy]

Rock and roll[mont]

Multiple mike[mike, no alters get a tag]

Tough girl[minty]

The bite of 87[jeremy f nightguard]

Death itself[nightmare]

Scary bun[n Bonnie]

Cupcake toss[n chica]

Monster in your closet[n foxy]

Big chomp[n Fredbear]

Papa bear[n Freddy]

Rocket nut[n gin]

Dangling nightmare[n mangle]

Theatric bun[novel spring]

Sugary screwball[nutty]

Watermelon nightmare[p chica]

Illusion nightmare[p foxy]

Ghost walker[p freddy]

Still me[p golden]

Illusion auditory nightmare[p mangle]

Bear dad[pop]

Dead inside[post scoop Michael]

Let me out[princess quest glitch]

Cmon it’ll be fun[pre sl Michael]

Grumpy bun[bunny Steve]

Shiny boy[ratch]

Im radioactive[radioactive foxy]

Best in show[ringmaster foxy]

Reach for the stars[r Bonnie]

Rip rip rip[ripper roo]

Wet floor sign[r chica]

Me bird likes you[r foxy]

Please deposit 5 coins[r freddy]

Follow your dreams [rodney Copperbottom]

The best[roxanne]

Melted chicken[ruined g chica]

Angry chihuahua[ruined mont]

Besties[ruined rox]

Yarrrrrrrrr[russel]

Rollerbladin[s baby]

Peanut boy[scrap]

One armed[s bear]

Gay bun[second chance spring]

Slippery fox[serpent mangle]

I have no mouth[shattered g chica]

Legless beast[shattered mont]

still beautiful[shattered rox]

Fiesty roo[shelia]

Other half of an idiot[shifty]

A complete idiot[lifty/shifty]

Hyper fan girl[sierra]

Fail hero[splendid]

Mirror[splendont]

The og[s bonnie]

Bastard bun[spring]

Deceptive bun[steve]

Email check[s bad]

Simon the door[Spyro]

Open up your eyes[tempest shadow]

Man of science [tfc William]

Crybaby beaver[toothy]

With a taste of your lips[toxtrap]

Rockstar bun[t Bonnie]

Party girl[t chica]

gamer bear[t freddy]

Creature of the night[vamp Dave]

white woman jumpscare[van]

follow the white rabbit[vann]

Purple guy???[william]

Face the facts[w Bonnie]

T pose[w chica]

Turn off that light [w foxy]

Always me[w golden]

Anything for yuki[yuno]

B bear s bear g bear are burn bear glitch bear and scrap bear part of the killer Henry canon where beartrap is also from

[tulisanniara]

— Terima Kasih Sudah Bertahan

Ada seseorang yang tulus, yang akan terus mendukungmu, mendengarkan keluh-kesahmu, dan mendo’akanmu. —Dia sahabatmu.

Walau percakapan kami tidak intens, dan hanya bercakap di kala waktu tertentu, tapi hatinya selalu tertaut dan hanya dia yang selalu ada diingatan ketika kita butuh “do’a” setelah orang tua kita.

Sejak SMA, kuliah, hingga sekarang. Setiap fase penting hidupku, dari berburu beasiswa hingga setiap momen menegangkan lainnya, tak lupa aku meminta do’a kepadanya setelah orang tuaku, karena do’anya begitu tulus🥹.

Ketika aku merasa ada di titik “buat apa aku hidup”, “adakah manfaatnya aku di hidup ini”, “ada orang yang bahagia ga ya ada aku di dunia ini” ; aku selalu membaca tulisan-tulisan yang ia kirim lewat chat itu.

Semua chat lama dari 2019 hingga chat yang sekarang, masih aku simpan rapi di galeriku.

Aku merasa ada booster penyemangat setiap down atau ketika aku ingin berhenti hidup. Iya, kalian ga salah baca, aku sering banget mau berhenti hidup hehe.

Tapi ternyata, ada orang yang bangga sama aku, ada orang yang senang ada aku di dunia ini, walaupun aku belum bisa jadi sahabat yang baik atau orang yang bermanfaat, tapi aku selalu berusaha jadi yang terbaik di setiap harinya.

For my dearest Sofwah Aulia, orang di balik tulisan-tulisan ini;

Uliku sayang, aku tau kamu sekarang lagi ga baik-baik aja. Ada banyak rasa khawatir dan segala rasa lain yang mungkin gabisa kamu jelasin ke siapapun.

Tapi, u have to know this:

Makasih ya sayang, udah mau bertahan sampai saat ini, makasih udah mau terus berusaha. Walaupun hasilnya belum keliatan sekarang, tapi nanti kamu akan tau bahwa Allah punya rencana terbaik buat kamu. Memang agak klise kata-katanya, tapi aku pengen kamu yakin tentang itu ya beb.

Jangan pernah berhenti berharap dengan pengharapan terbaik kepadaNya, Allah mau kamu lebih sabar, Allah mau liat sampai mana kamu berusaha dan berjuang.

Tenang, orang baik pasti bakal Allah balas dengan segala kebaikan yang lebih dari apa yang kamu kira. Jadi, tetap bertahan ya sayang! 🤍

— Makasih udah ada di hidup ini, makasih udah jadi salah satu alasan aku buat hidup, dan makasih udah jadi orang yang tulus🥹🤍 (agak nangis ya ngetiknya), dan terakhir yang gaakan aku bosen bilangnya, uhibbuki fillah!

terus berteman sampe kita tetanggan di SyurgaNya ya beb 🫂

[sealegsagain]

Found something I filled out in 2010. I think I'd like to do it again with my answers now. Now:

100 Truths: After you've filled this out, tag 10 people and have them do the same:

1. Last beverage? Hazelnut coffee, cream and sugar

4. Last song you listened to? Angel Olsen - If it's alive, it will (live at Kim's Video and Music NC April 16, 2011)

5. Last time you cried? January or December, I think

SIX HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Dated someone twice? You mean broke up and then came back? Not that I think about it.

2. Been cheated on? Yeah

3. Kissed someone & regretted it? Not usually

4. Lost someone special? Yeah

5. Been depressed? Who hasn't?

6. Been drunk and threw up? a very long time ago. Before 2016, definintely. The last time that I actually felt ill from it was 2016.

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:

Purple, black, teal, silver, dark blue

THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

1. Made new friends? Yep, bangface people mostly

3. Laughed until you cried? Unfortunately not

4. Met someone who changed you? Not that I can tell right now. Ask me in a few more years.

5. Found out who your true friends were? Everyone has their place, so I'm not about to put folks in "true" and "false" categories, but it was nice seeing who stepped in to help during some things I went through, yeah.

6. Found out someone was talking about you? Nah

7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? Yep

8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? Most of them

9. How many kids do you want to have? It's kind of out of my hands at this point with age and PCOS, but I don't see kids in my future

10. Do you have any pets? I'd have cats here if it was allowed.

11. Do you want to change your name? I did. I was known as Elizabeth till I graduated high school. Liz since then. Answer to both. Keeps things interesting.

12. What did you do for your last birthday? Dinner and drinks with Bill at Ikebana, Same with my mom at Bramble and Brine in Lewes. Honestly was wonderful

13. What time did you wake up today? 9:10 am, Work has my body on a schedule where this is what feels like sleeping in is

14. What were you doing at midnight last night? Listening to WTJU, organizing files

15. Name something you CANNOT wait for?

Paying off my car. Leaving the continental USA again.

16. Last time you saw your dad? A few weeks ago

17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? I would have been smarter with my money

18. What are you listening to right now? Nothing atm.

19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? They're awesome.

23. What's getting on your nerves right now? Sunday Scaries

24. Most visited webpage? Youtube. haha.

This is random how it just starts re-numbering here; but oh well...

1. What's your name? If you don't know by now..

4. Zodiac sign? Sagittarius

5. Male or female or transgendered? Cis female, she/they

6. Elementary? These sound like identity theft questions

7. Middle School? If you don't need to know

8. High school? You already do

10. Hair color? Light brown w/ red and blonde pieces

11. Long or short? Long, wish it were longer

16. Height? 6'

17. Do you have a crush on someone? Nope

18: What do you like about yourself? That'd be an essay that I don't have room for

19. Piercings? Just the ears. I'm boring.

20. Tattoos? None

21. Righty or Lefty? Righty

FIRSTS :

22. I'll choose wisdom teeth removal. They did sew those up.

23. First piercing? Ears.

24. First friends? Don't remember. Elementary School

26. First sport you joined? Tennis. I wasn't great at it

27. First pet? Jasmine the cat

28. First vacation? Disney World, Orlando

29. First concert? BB King with my mom

30. First crush? Memory Hazy.

RIGHT NOW:

49. Eating? Had A bagel and leftover bulgogi for breakfast

50. Drinking? Lacroix fizzy water

52. I'm about to? Bathe, antique store, groceries

53. Listening to? nothing atm

55. Waiting for? Tonight. Oh oh oh... when you will be here in my arms (but nothing really) --------------------------------------------

stopped here, will finish later

YOUR FUTURE :

58. Want kids? Nah

59. Want to get married? If things align that way

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

68. Lips or eyes? eyes

69. Hugs or kisses? kisses

70. Shorter or taller? close to my height is nice

71. Older or Younger? either

72. Romantic or spontaneous? I think they're the same thing.

73. Nice stomach or nice arms? arms?? muscles don't matter to me.

74. Sensitive or loud?

75. Hook-up or relationship?

HAVE YOU EVER :

78. Kissed a stranger? within talking to them the first time the same day.

80. Lost glasses/contacts? in all senses of the word, including contacts actually ejecting themselves from my eyes!

81. Cried during a movie? Amelie, without fail. several others.

82. Broken someone's heart? been told I have... ask me this when I was Gina's age and I'd say it was impossible for me to.

83. Had your own heart broken? That's like asking me if I'm alive

85. Been arrested? can't say I have been, or want to be.

86. Turned someone down? Yeah. One actually took it well! I don't want to believe in ladder theory.

87. Cried when someone died? of course.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:.

89. Yourself? I want to.

90. Miracles? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBBzrHXu1Fg&feature=related

:D

91. Love at first sight? Never happened to me. Maybe for others. Love requires interaction, not just seeing.

92. Heaven? no. I think I know why people believe in it though (as a concept, not judeo-christian)

93. Santa Claus? I miss people actually SLEEPING on Christmas eve. I believe in the Santa ritual even if gifts are not exchanged in the morning. No gaming all night for one night a year :p

95. Kiss on the first date? depends. *thinks back to how many times it was a mandatory-or-never thing* Let's debate, kids.

96. Angels? They have cool names Ariel, Gardriel, Sharmiel. but no.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?

Definitely. Daily. Wish he knew it. Made a very bad move lately. Feel sick.

98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Nevah. I almost combusted from guilt when I went on casual dates with two different guys in the same week once.

2010:

100 Truths: After you've filled this out, tag 10 people and have them do the same.

1. Last beverage? diet coke

4. Last song you listened to? Ayu Trance 3 in the car on the way to the vigil.

if you're listening to music, you're steps ahead of me.

5. Last time you cried? if you can't remember, that's good. me- New years eve.

SIX HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Dated someone twice? what length of time is that

2. Been cheated on? Guy said he broke up with his ex, then slept with her again. found out about it online. :p

3. Kissed someone & regretted it? Only one person is a regret to the point I regret my memories. Their name started with an L

4. Lost someone special? It would have been awesome if they stayed in my life.. I think. not sure. Hurt to lose them though.

5. Been depressed? clinical symptoms, not clinical length

6. Been drunk and threw up? ..... regrettably yes. I don't want to get that drunk ever again. If you do, you'll want to throw up all day the next day. :(

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:

1. deep blue

2. violet

3. silver

4. marine

THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

1. Made new friends? o' course

3. Laughed until you cried? Maybe once or twice did my stomach hurt from laughing. No water tho.

4. Met someone who changed you? Change can't be pinned on one person.

5. Found out who your true friends were? There was no weeding out event.

6. Found out someone was talking about you? I wish they were :p~~ I think at this point, I'd see it as amusement.

7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? If I were kissing someone, it's likely I'd have the courtesy to add them

8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? All but a few, and those I've known long enough for it to count.

9. How many kids do you want to have? None of my own, now, thanks. Future: one perhaps?

10. Do you have any pets? LOUD kit-kat

11. Do you want to change your name? I did. I was known as Elizabeth till I graduated high school.

12. What did you do for your last birthday? Went to an art show. My. Just thinking about it cheers me up.

13. What time did you wake up today? 7 yesterday.. I had finally reset myself to diurnal and I messed up last night.

14. What were you doing at midnight last night? waking up from a nap, I think

15. Name something you CANNOT wait for? oooh I love looking forward to things :)

Makes life worth living. Philly next weekend. But seriously, my next pell grant check, then I can do things I need to do.

16. Last time you saw your dad? last Sunday

17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? the qualit

18. What are you listening to right now? a cover of poker face done by chris daughtry... needless to say, scarred for life.

19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? cannot say I have.

23. What's getting on your nerves right now? Aw Gina, Lady Gaga shouldn't get on your nerves ;) But right now? Worries, arguments.

24. Most visited webpage? It's all moving towards 2.0 and I can see it. This one! ha.

This is random how it just starts re-numbering here; but oh well... (indeed it is)

1. What's your name? gina grace magnesia cilantro zwicky. ( I like your name.! Mine's Elizabeth Anne Peek. very borin)

4. Zodiac sign? Sag with a vag

5. Male or female or transgendered? I used the answer to #4 to make that clear

6. Elementary? glen ave k-3/north salisbury magnet 4-6

7. Middle School? wicomico middle

8. High school? WIHI

10. Hair color? NOT GINGER (Gina, Gingers are awesome)

11. Long or short? mediano.

16. Height? 5'11 Eh meh. Giant lady. used to it by now. Tall ladies of the world: you can still attract men. Have for ages

17. Do you have a crush on someone? Without emotions. without feelings. life is just a clock.. ticking (but seriously, not at the moment)

18: What do you like about yourself? I look at other people and think I'm not so awful.

19. Piercings? Two standard

20. Tattoos? Blanque

21. Righty or Lefty?

FIRSTS :

22. First surgery? not going to talk about that here

23. First piercing? ears- 7. they made one of the holes too low. :p

24. First friends? What the hell kind of question is this??

26. First sport you joined? tennis? Lots of rollerblading..

27. First pet? Praying mantis in a jar

28. First vacation? fraaaance!

29. First concert? BB King with my mom

30. First crush? Christopher Henry in 1st grade. The fact that I remember his name is frightening

RIGHT NOW:

49. Eating? pickle chips (lol what else is new)

50. Drinking? nada.

52. I'm about to? Stay awake all day, go to craft store, finish organizing music @_@

53. Listening to? not my brother's hardstyle anymore, WHY WONT HE LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE?

55. Waiting for? the next step

YOUR FUTURE :

58. Want kids? uh, most likely NOT.

59. Want to get married? YES

60. Careers in mind? nature tv show host! (i'm thinking, like, the female version of bear grylls) XD

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

68. Lips or eyes? eyes

69. Hugs or kisses? kisses

70. Shorter or taller? either

71. Older or Younger?

72. Romantic or spontaneous? I think they're the same thing.

73. Nice stomach or nice arms? arms?? muscles don't matter to me.

74. Sensitive or loud? WHO SAID SENSITIVE WAS THE OPPOSITE OF LOUD

75. Hook-up or relationship? I think I'm done with hook-ups

HAVE YOU EVER :

78. Kissed a stranger? within talking to them the first time the same day.

80. Lost glasses/contacts? in all senses of the word, including contacts actually ejecting themselves from my eyes!

81. Cried during a movie? Amelie, without fail. several others.

82. Broken someone's heart? been told I have... ask me this when I was Gina's age and I'd say it was impossible for me to.

83. Had your own heart broken? That's like asking me if I'm alive

85. Been arrested? can't say I have been, or want to be.

86. Turned someone down? Yeah. One actually took it well! I don't want to believe in ladder theory.

87. Cried when someone died? of course.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:.

89. Yourself? I want to.

90. Miracles? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBBzrHXu1Fg&feature=related

:D

91. Love at first sight? Never happened to me. Maybe for others. Love requires interaction, not just seeing.

92. Heaven? no. I think I know why people believe in it though (as a concept, not judeo-christian)

93. Santa Claus? I miss people actually SLEEPING on Christmas eve. I believe in the Santa ritual even if gifts are not exchanged in the morning. No gaming all night for one night a year :p

95. Kiss on the first date? depends. *thinks back to how many times it was a mandatory-or-never thing* Let's debate, kids.

96. Angels? They have cool names Ariel, Gardriel, Sharmiel. but no.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?

Definitely. Daily. Wish he knew it. Made a very bad move lately. Feel sick.

98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Nevah. I almost combusted from guilt when I went on casual dates with two different guys in the same week once.

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2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

28. five songs to describe you?

32. top five favorite vines?

38. lemonade or tea?

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45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

55. favorite fairy tale?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

62. seven characters you relate to?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

70. left or right handed?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

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THANKS FRIEND!!!

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2. chocolate bars or lollipops? CHOCOLATE!

7. earbuds or headphones? Headphones!

8. movies or tv shows? Movies! My husband and I have a big movie collection! (mostly horror movies, surprise surprise lol)

9. favorite smell in the summer? Summer rain <3

12. name of your favorite playlist? I bounce between my playlists depending on my mooood! It's either my "not Jesus heavy metal" playlist, my "not your classic worship music" playlist, OR my "villain songs for *inspiration*" playlist!

13. lanyard or key ring? Lanyard! I wear a Power Rangers lanyard to work every day :)

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually read The Hobbit as a school book! It's easily one of my favorite books ever!

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I love a classic pen and paper writing for ideas and whatnot, but for a story/fanfiction? I gotta type it to actually make sense of it all!

28. five songs to describe you? BET Sunshine by Beartooth, I'm Born to Run by American Authors, Voices by Switchfoot, The Beauty Between by Kings Kaleidoscope, and The Jig is Up by Ice Nine Kills

32. top five favorite vines? "Hello?" w/water bottle, "the power of God AND anime on my side", "I won't hesitate BITCH", *dancing by the piano GETTING LIT*, and "IS THAT A WEED?"

38. lemonade or tea? Lemonade all the way!!!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Cardigan or jean jacket!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? I feel like the expected answer is superhero, but I'm a fantasy bitch all the way!

55. favorite fairy tale? I'm sure I have one, but I can't really think of any at the moment

58. four talents you’re proud of having? I'm a photographer, a writer, an animal-whisperer, and I'm really good with children :)

62. seven characters you relate to? OH MY GOD Ziggy Grover (of course, Power Rangers), Merlin (Merlin), Adam Stanheight (Saw movies), Bridge Carson (Power Rangers), Evra Von (Cirque du Freak), Merry Brandybuck (LOTR), and Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

64. favorite website from your childhood? Disney Channel or Meez!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? I don't like most of the weird "limited edition" flavors of coca-cola!

70. left or right handed? Lefty!

73. favorite weird flavor combo? Sour cream and onion pretzels with cheese!

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Potato squares! (also called home fries, I think!)

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology! My witchy ass wants to learn it all!

94. favorite season? (lmao my first thought was "of Power Rangers?") Spring! I love them "in between" seasons :)

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