#OBSESSING OVER THIS FRICKING QUIZ

[battlelaine]

Which DND class suits your personality?

Barbarian on the Path of the Berserker

You’ve got a lot of Big Emotions and that’s okay. You’re driven by your instincts and you work best when you’re acting in the moment rather than getting tripped up by planning. You’re a fairly grounded person but you definitely lead with your heart more than your head. You enjoy life’s simple pleasures like good food, drink, and friends. You have a bit of a protective side, especially toward the people you’re close to. For some barbarians, rage is a means to an end – that end being violence. The Path of the Berserker is a path of untrammeled fury, slick with blood. As you enter the berserker's rage, you thrill in the chaos of battle, heedless of your own health or well-being. You’re an intense person with a big personality. Some people might find you intimidating because you are so unabashedly yourself, and you refuse to make yourself smaller or more palatable just to make others comfortable. You experience your emotions very strongly and sometimes you might find them difficult to handle. For better or worse, you are driven by your emotions and you may not always think things through before you do them.

[mendespideys]

warm, tingly feeling | p.p.

pairing: reader x peter parker 

prompt: soulmate AU (you get cold the farther away they are and hot if they’re close)

summary: when y/n became friends with ned leeds, she wasn’t expecting to find her soulmate as well 

warnings: none

a/n: this is my submission for @notimeforthemessenger’s writing challenge. congrats, love 🦋

this is late and it sucks. out of everything i’ve posted, i like this the least, i think. some day, i might make this into a mini-series with some alterations, who knows?

Wrapping your sweater tighter around you, you entered through the doors of Midtown, the loud chatter of the high school students immediately entering your ear. You tried your best to ignore the constant murmur, hurrying into the classroom hosting your first class of the day. Your soulmate must have been further away than ever before because you were absolutely freezing. The class started filling up and you noticed, much to your dismay, that your usual lab partner, Peter Parker, was absent. You glanced around with envy, noticing your classmates in t-shirts, skirts and dresses. Admittedly, it was kind of silly to wear a thick sweater with the sun shining outside, but it wasn’t your fault that your soulmate had traveled.

When you turned sixteen, your body temperature was adjusted according to your soulmate. The further away from you they were, they colder you felt. The closer, the hotter. It was a huge game of hot and cold until you ended up finding the one. When you were younger, you loved the concept of being paired with someone that was perfect for you on all levels. Going a whole year without finding your soulmate quickly changed that romanticized idea. There was no guarantee that you would find your soulmate as soon as you turned sixteen, but it was still incredibly discouraging.

The class was uneventful. You were so cold that you had to physically keep your teeth from chattering, and it was getting very tiring. During your second class, you sat with Ned Leeds. You knew he was close friends with Peter, the two of them practically joined at the hip, but you never took the initiative to talk to either of them outside of school. When you asked about his empty seat from this morning, Ned informed you that Peter was out of the country due to this Stark Internship. You just nodded, the two of you continuing to chit-chat seeing as you were already finished with the assigned classwork. Ned had never been this talkative before and you figured it was because he didn’t have anyone to talk to when Peter was gone. A minute before the bell rang, he invited you over to his house to finish a LEGO figure Peter had promised him to help build before he was asked to leave. Having nothing better to do, you said yes.  

As the day continued, you found yourself regretting accepting Ned’s offer. It wasn’t Ned - quite the contrary, actually. Ned was awesome; he was everything and more you could want in a friend, and you had no trouble understanding why Peter liked him. You did want to hang out with Ned and help him build his LEGOs, but by the time the last bell rang, you were exhausted. You had been shivering all day and your muscles were sore from being tensed up. Nevertheless, you ignored your own misery and met up with Ned outside the school gates. The two of you made your way to his apartment, the conversation flowing easily. 

The next day, Ned greets you happily when you enter the classroom. The two of you had been building LEGOs for hours the night before, and you surprisingly had a lot in common with him. You had briefly wondered if Peter was anything like Ned. A part of you hoped so because Peter You take a seat in the empty chair next to him, offering him a small smile. Dropping your backpack to the ground, you pull out your notebook and place it on the table. With a huff, you lay your arms down on top of the book, resting your head on your forearms. Ned frowns, looking at you.

“Are you okay?” 

You nod. “I was freezing all night. Wherever my soulmate is, I hope he gets back to New York soon because it’s cold as frick.”

“Oh,” Ned purses his lips. “Sorry?” 

“It’s okay. It just sucks. What about you? You’re always wearing short-sleeve shirts. Do you know who your soulmate is?”

Ned is about to answer but is interrupted by the teacher greeting everyone. Clearing your throat, you straighten, giving him a look to let him know you would finish the conversation at lunch. The class goes by slowly, and your next class seems even slower. By the time lunch rolls around, you’re ready to go home and cuddle up underneath a heap of blankets while watching a movie. The cafeteria is annoyingly loud when you enter but you ignore it, weaving your way through the students until you reach Ned’s table. He looks up from his comic book when you sit down, grinning widely. The two of you start a conversation and you remind Ned to tell you about his soulmate-situation. 

He explains that he has a fair idea who his soulmate is, but that he’s too nervous to talk to her. He points her out among the other Midtown students and you can’t help but smile. You tell Ned that she looks beautiful and he agrees a little too quickly, his cheeks heating up at the realization. You leave the subject alone and Ned seems grateful, but you make a mental note of bringing the subject back up another day. You decide you’ll try when Peter comes back because you assume he’ll help you set up his best friend with his possible soulmate. 

The rest of the day flies by - luckily for you - and before you know it, you find yourself tucked in among three blankets while waiting for Netflix to load To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. By the time it reaches the scene where they go on their ski trip, you’re fast asleep and for the first time in days, you don’t feel like you’re about to turn into an icicle. You welcome the slight warmth with open arms, enjoying your current dream about meeting your soulmate. 

When Monday rolls around, you’re brave enough to wear high-waisted skinny jeans and your Vintage Star Wars shirt. You and Ned had been texting almost the entire weekend and you were genuinely looking forward to hanging with him at lunch. Your texting consisted mostly of you urging him to ask out his soulmate or him asking you questions about the Spanish homework. You had tried asking the occasional question about Peter, finding it incredibly strange that he was missing so many days of school, but Ned admitted that he was just as clueless as you. 

Ned is sitting at his usual table when you enter the noisy cafeteria and you send him a wave, maneuvering your way through the very talkative students. With a huff, you sit down and begin rummaging through your backpack for the leftovers you had brought for lunch. Ned is already munching on a sandwich, which you admit look a lot better than your leftovers from last night’s dinner. You lean over and steal a chip from the open bag, quickly consuming it before Ned can say anything. 

“Hey,” Ned draws out the word, pouting in mock-hurt. 

You shrug. “Sorry, I’m hungry and couldn’t resist.” 

Ned turns the bag of chips around so the opening is in the middle of both of you. You thank him for his generosity, taking yet another barbeque chip and popping it into your mouth. You shift uncomfortably, suddenly wishing you had at least brought a pair of shorts. You’re warmer than you had felt in almost an entire week, and you come to the conclusion that your soulmate has come back from wherever they went. 

“You look warmer today. Soulmate’s back in town, huh?” Ned observes, giving you a playful wink. 

“I guess so. It feels nice and all but even just wearing jeans is hot.”

Ned’s eyebrows furrow. “If you’re that warm, your soulmate must be going to Midtown, too.” 

You push his statement away, not feeling like dealing with the whole soulmate thing at the moment. When you were younger, the moment when you find your soulmate had been everything you could think about. Now, although you still wanted to find him, you weren’t obsessed with the thought anymore. You’d find him when you find him. Before you can ask Ned how he did on the Spanish quiz you had in second period, you notice another figure sitting down at the table. Furrowing your brows, you glance up to inspect the new guest. 

“Oh, yeah, Peter’s back,” Ned shrugs innocently, a wide grin growing on his face. “Y/N, this is Peter. Peter, this is Y/N. She kept me company while you left the country.” 

You send Peter a quick smile before returning your attention to Ned. “That’s all I was good for? Should I leave you alone now?” You feign to be hurt by his words and it’s difficult to contain your laughter when Ned frantically shakes his head. 

“No! Please, don’t - I didn’t mean it like that. I’m your friend. We’re friends,” Ned stutters helplessly. “Right?” 

“Ned, she’s joking,” Peter informs his best friend with a small chuckle before leaning across the table with his fist extended. You finally let the string of giggles escape you, giving Peter the fist bump he was waiting for.

You ignore the gentle electric feeling, brushing it away like it’s nothing. Because it is - nothing. The corner of Peter’s mouth curves into a hesitant smile and you return it quickly before going back to your leftovers. You listen in on their conversation, finding the sudden warmth in your body difficult to ignore. Peter stops mid-sentence about his trip to Berlin with Tony Stark, and you glance at him curiously. He quickly shrugs off his flannel, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“Is it just me or is it really hot in here?” Peter asks, taking a huge sip of his chocolate milk. 

“It’s not just you. I’m really warm, too.”

The two of you shrug and you try not to think about the warm feeling of safety and adoration spreading through your body. You can’t quite pinpoint if you’re imagining it or not, but Peter’s smile makes you feel even warmer. You pray that your cheeks don’t look as red as they feel. You listen closely as Peter picks his story back up but the two of you stop a moment later, finding Ned’s sudden silence strange and uncharacteristic. You glance at your new friend, raising a questioning eyebrow. 

“You guys are- I think you might be soulmates,” Ned mumbles and you share a confused look with Peter. 

“I don’t think-” Peter starts, but Ned interjects him quickly. 

“Think about it! Y/N was freezing when you were in Berlin, like, she literally fell asleep with three blankets. Now, you’re both sweating your butts off when you’re right next to each other,” Ned shares his observations and now that he’s saying it aloud, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched. “My mom told me that when you touch your soulmate for the first time, you’ll feel a tingling feeling or something. Did either of you feel something?” 

“I-I mean-” you begin, not entirely sure on how to explain it or to comprehend the new information.

“Y-Yeah, I did,” Peter admits softly. “When you touched me, I felt warm. You know, how you feel warm if you crush looks at you or when you watch videos of puppies?”

You nod slowly, knowing exactly what feeling he was describing. You look at Peter and suddenly it’s as if you’re looking at him for the first time. You had never noticed how beautiful and sincere his dark eyes were before, or how soft his hair was. Possibly because you had never been this close to him, but seeing him like this made you wonder how Peter didn’t have half the girls at Midtown lining up for him. Ned claps his hands together, barely able to contain his excitement. 

“This is awesome,” he breathes in awe. “My two friends are soulmates. You guys better mention me at your wedding because if it wasn’t for me, you guys would’ve been too dumb to realize what was right under your noses.” 

“It’s a little early to talk about a wedding,” you joke, ignoring the blush making its way to your cheeks at the thought of calling Peter your husband. “Besides, I barely know Peter. I think we should start there first.” 

“Y-Yeah, no weddings just yet,” Peter chuckles before meeting your eyes. 

“Well, you both agreed to help me build my new LEGO figure today, so how about we start there?” Ned asks, his grin wide enough for the corner of his eyes to crinkle. You and Peter both nod, still not breaking eye contact. 

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[sherlockedwarlock]

30 Days of MX - Day 1

30 Days of Monsta X - Day #1 - I first heard of Monsta X because/through…

I actually only heard of Monsta X through Buzzfeed a couple of months ago. I didn’t listen to kpop at the time though I was definitely familiar with it; I used to absolutely LOVE Bigbang like 8 years ago (Daesung was my favourite), and I also listened to 2NE1, Super Junior, and Shinee at times. But then I just stopped listening to kpop for some reason, and didn’t listen to kpop again (until Monsta X lmao). I’ve unintentionally stayed a bit in the loop though because by coincidence a Twitter account I followed ages ago became a kpop stan account and I couldn’t be bothered to unfollow, so I heard of a lot of groups, I heard of things like HyunA and E’Dawn, I saw pics, I learned a lot despite not being that interested.

Which is the reason why I was surprised by a Buzzfeed quiz one day. I think it was something like “Who is your kpop BFF?” and my result was this guy called I.M. from a group called Monsta X. I was all like “??? I’ve never heard of this group, what the frick?” and had to look them up. So I found Jealousy on Youtube, and was like “aight this is alright” and then I found Dramarama and for the next two weeks I listened to it daily. Despite this I had decided not to look them up further, since I have a tendency to obsess over music, tv shows, movies, etc, and I absolutely DID NOT have the time to obsess over a kpop group. Then Shoot Out came out, and I lost all that resolve and I’ve been a Monbebe ever since.

So thank you Buzzfeed, you accidentally introduced me to Monsta X and I’m grateful for that.

(do you want to join in with the 30 Days of Monsta X? Here are the prompts and questions )

[lost-in-men-of-letters-bunker]

Things as a Theatre Kid I have done or said: Hamilton Edition

(This all took places during the month of set building ,regular rehearsals, and Hell week rehearsals for Avenue Q: High School Edition)

While eating dinner in the choir room. We were all talking about Hamilton, and one of my friends was really good at My Shot he knew all the words by heart. So as he sang, one friend recorded us all as two other friends of mine and myself were the ensemble.

Friend: You can rap Satisfied but not Guns and Ships?

Me: It's the freaking fastest song in the show and on Broadway dude! Plus I don't rap that much!

Friend: Isn't he amazing! (This was the girlfriend of the guy I mentioned who sang My Shot)

Me: The man is non-stop! *Que all of us busting out laughing*

Friend: I wonder if Jefferson really did wear a purple outfit like that...

Me: He had his own unique personal style of dress...And he was dramatic, so I don't doubt it.

Me: So get this...I live on a street called Jefferson.

Friend: Don't tell me the street next to yours is called Hamilton or Madison!

Me: No...It's called Washington.

Friend: ...

Me: Hamilton doesn't seem to have Washington on his side anymore, but Jefferson does though!

Friend: ...Why do you do this to me?

Me: Because we are Theatre Kids and Hamilton Trash.

Friend: Touché Mon Ami.

Me: Lafayette much?

Friend: Hey, sing Burn again.

Me: Why? I just sang it five minutes ago.

Friend: ...

Me: ...

Friend: I thought it was recording, but it wasn't.

Me: Oh my god!

*Proceed to run after her as she records the moment she runs for her life from me*

*Stay Alive (Reprise) Plays*

Me: *curls up into a fetal position*

Friend: Oh no...

Me: WHHHHHYYYYY!?!?!?

Friend: There there Sam.

*Pats my head*

Me: Ready to go get food before we finish set building up for tonight?

Friend: I have ten dollars which is enough for Cook Out let's go.

Me: 🎵The ten-dollar founding father without a father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter🎵

Friend: ...I signed myself up for that didn't I?

Me: Yes, yes you did.

*Two of my friends and I sing and dance the Schuyler Sisters while one guy sings as Burr.*

Theatre Teacher: You all are obsessed with Hamitlon more than I am.

*Opening Night, 20 mintues until curtain*

Friend: Hey, I'm charging my phone can you tell me what time it is?

Me: 🎵 What time is it? Show time

Show time, show time🎵

Friend: For frick sake I should have seen that coming!

Me: 😂

Friend: I know some French.

Me: Really? Oh wait just a-

Friend: 🎵 Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette

The Lancelot of the revolutionary set

I came from afar just to say bonsoir

Tell the king casse-toi

Who’s the best, c’est moi🎵

Me: 😑

Friend: Revenge!

Me: *Laying on my back on the stage staring into space*

Friend: Sam?

Me: I think I'm gonna die before we finish this damn apartment set.

Friend: You could say...

Me: Don't say it.

Friend: That you may not live to see our glory.

Me: *rolls over onto stomach groaning*

Friend: 😂

Friend: So I saw this quiz thing for Hamilton characters. I should have taken a screen shot but I forgot to cause I busted out laughing for a solid fifteen minutes. I knew all your favorite things and could answer the questions for you like you would have.

Me: And?

Friend: You got Hamilton and I got Burr!

Me: ...Yeah that sounds about right.

Friend: But I shoot you!

Me: 🎵I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

When’s it gonna get me?

In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?

Is it like a beat without a melody?🎵

Friend: Oh my god I am so done.

Me: I really do write like I'm running out of time.

Friend: STAP!

Me: No way cause I am not throwing away my shot!

Friend: Talk less

Me: What?

Friend: Smile more

Me: Ha

Friend: Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

Me: You can't be serious?

Friend: I am serious or I will find this quiz take it again and make myself get another person other than Burr!

Me: Well if you get Jefferson we are gonna have a problem.

Friend: I won't!

*Finds the quiz, I take it and get Hamilton. She takes it.*

Me: So who did you get?

Friend: ...Jefferson

Me: Ha!