#Really tho ever since we got to the magic tea room or whatever it’s gotten so boring

[paper-star-ships]

I’m reading Under The Whispering Door rn and I am suffering

[mamabear-elinor]

THE FORGING OF BITTER BONDS

V. Five Times Sorcha Flirted with Elinor...and one time Elinor flirted back. January 1993-June 1993

[cw -- some vomiting (from illness) that’s it for this one tho woo!]

→ → → January → → → “I got you something!” Sorcha’s arm appeared in front of Elinor’s nose, her bangles jangling loudly in the library, as she wiggled the little bag with colorful tissue paper sticking out of it. She moved into Elinor’s line of sight the next moment, plopping into the chair next to her.

“We’re in a library,” Elinor protested, but she took the bag from her. Sorcha just shrugged and lounged in the seat as if she was in her living room. She had a way of looking comfortable wherever she was. Elinor was jealous of it, considering she had spent the last few months of school not wanting to get comfortable anywhere. And, besides that, didn’t know how to be comfortable. Sometimes, she felt as if she was either five years older than her peers or had somehow grown up in a different universe. Their behaviors alien, their laughter loud, their words crass. Of course, Marigold took to it like a fish to water. Elinor had always felt stiff and awkward, like there was a tattoo on her forehead that branded her as a fish out of water. 

“How did you know it was my birthday?” Elinor asked suspiciously, keeping her voice low. It was the middle of the day, so there weren’t many people around. She liked to squirrel away in the darkest parts of the library, where no one could find her. A habit leftover from childhood, she suspected. 

“I asked Marigold, of course. I needed to know that I was right?” Sorcha replied with a smile, her voice the same volume it always was: loud.

“Right about what?”

“Your birth chart. And I was, by the way. You’re such a Capricorn.” She flicked a page of Elinor’s book, which earned her a scowl. 

“I don’t know what that means,” Elinor sniffed primly, pulling her book into her lap where it would be safe from further abuse. 

“I’m a Pisces, so don’t worry. We will get along.” 

Elinor didn’t know what to say to that. She blushed slightly and grabbed the bag, just for something to do. Pulling out the tissue paper, she reached in and grabbed something small, smooth. It was a keychain of a golden sun, its rays stretching outwards. The metal work was lovely and carefully crafted. Elinor knew how delicate such work would be. 

“Thank you,” Elinor told her, realizing that she had not received many gifts for her birthday. A new dress from her father and mother (though, Elinor had a feeling someone else had picked it out. Considering her mother could hardly look at her.) A set of hair pins from her sister. Wool for knitting from a few of the staff at the castle. Marigold had gotten the book for her that Elinor had mentioned she wanted, but that was as personalized as gifts got. “It’s lovely.” 

→ → → February → → → The weather was cold and damp. One of the worst months of the year, in Elinor’s opinion.

Of course, Sorcha did not think so. As they walked back from class, Elinor hurried along, only to notice that Sorcha was no longer next to her on the way back to the dorms. When she looked over her shoulder, she found her standing in the middle of the field, her hat off, snowflakes caught in the tight curls of her dark hair. 

“Sorcha!” Elinor hissed, backtracking and stomping toward her friend through the snow. 

“Let’s make snowmen!” She flopped back into the snow. 

“You’re going to catch your death,” Elinor told her matter-of-factly as she came up to her and peered down at her. 

“And what a glorious way to die!” Her hand, which had been moving back and forth to create her wings, reached out and grabbed Elinor’s ankle and swept it out from under her. 

Elinor yelped and lifted her foot up, trying to shake Sorcha off, but she just gave a tug, knocking Elinor off balance and sending her sprawling to the ground next to Sorcha. “Hey!” Elinor gasped as the cold snow started seeping into her trousers. She shivered but she reached behind her, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it right into Sorcha’s face. 

“Eghad! She fights back!” Sorcha laughed after her moment of shock wore off. She sat up so that they were facing each other, their hips nearly touching. Perhaps it was just because it was cold, but Elinor could feel the warmth of Sorcha’s body, even through her thick coat.

“Of course I do,” Elinor sniffed and couldn’t help but remember the Winter’s Ball. Of course I did. Something curled in her stomach, a tug that made her look away from Sorcha’s dark eyes, dancing with mirth. She swallowed, then stood up, brushing the snow from her clothes and holding out her gloved hand for Sorcha--whose hands were bare, because she was a bloody idiot. Sorcha let Elinor pull her to her feet, but then stayed, clutching to her hand, even as Elinor began to walk off.

When she stopped again, glancing down at their hands in confusion, Sorcha shrugged in that way she did. As if she wasn’t confined by gravity and barely staying on earth. That simple movement was an acknowledgement of how her body wanted to leave this earth. “My hands are cold.” 

They walked back to the dorm hand in hand, not talking. 

→ → → March → → → It’s Sorcha’s birthday this time.

“I want to spend the day with you,” Sorcha told Elinor as she laid, sprawled on Marigold and Elinor’s couch. She was looking at Elinor in that way that made her feel as if Sorcha could see exactly what Elinor was feeling.

Elinor’s arms crossed over her chest and she bit down on the inside of her cheek. Her heart felt as if it was going to beat out of her chest. The feeling made her even more nervous than Sorcha’s declaration. She wondered if she should, perhaps, stop seeing Sorcha so much. Something about her burned. After all, she was brightness incarnate, if names were to be believed. 

“Aw, I think that’s so cute!” Marigold says from her spot curled up in the arm chair. “I would totally come with you but it’s the women’s rugby match and I can’t let the team down.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Elinor asked Marigold, turning desperately to her friend. “I’ve never missed a match.” 

“And we’ve never won one!” Marigold laughed brightly. “Besides, Thomas is coming up from Oxford and we’re going to be spending the weekend together anyway. He will be my new lucky charm, so don’t worry about me.” 

That made the clawing in Elinor’s stomach worse. “Fine. I mean--yes. I’ll go.” 

“Oh, you’re the best, Ells.” 

Elinor wrinkled her nose. “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, sunshine.” 

Don’t call me that either. Elinor blushed. 

→ → → April → → → “You don’t look so good, sunshine,” Sorcha appeared in the mirror of the bathroom behind Elinor. She hadn’t even heard the door open, or a knock. 

“Ugh, get out,” Elinor mumbled from where her face was in the toilet. 

“You’re not pregnant are you?” Sorcha asked as she came and sat on the lip of the tub, leaning her elbows on her knees. Her brow was furrowed with uncharacteristic concern. 

“What? No!” Elinor used the rest of her energy to shout in alarm. Just the idea of something like that. Hilarious. Laughable. Her mother would kill her. “I must’ve eaten--” her words were cut off by another bout of sickness. She heard the water running in the sink and the next moment, there was a cool cloth on the back of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as she laid her cheek on the disgusting toilet seat and reached up to flush. 

It had been a long time since someone had taken care of her while she was sick. Her mother had never had the stomach for it and as soon as she’d outgrown her nanny, it was up to her. Thankfully, she did not get sick often. Which she credited to her great love of the outdoors. 

“Go away,” she croaked.

“And leave you to drown in chunder and toilet water? I don’t think so,” Sorcha chuckled. “Don’t worry. If I catch whatever you have, you can put a cool cloth on my neck whilst I vomit.” 

“Why are you doing this?”

There was a long pause. So long that Elinor thought maybe she’d imagined saying it. 

“You’re my friend.” 

“Marigold and she went to stay somewhere else so she didn’t catch it.” 

Sorcha didn’t say anything, she just got up from where she was sitting. “I’m going to go make you some ginger tea and then maybe we can move you to the couch and get you a pail. Maybe watch a movie.”

“Do not,” Elinor feebly protested.

“You’re lucky you look so helpless and cute right now,” Sorcha laughed at her before disappearing. 

→ → → May → → → “This is so cool,” Marigold giggled as they made their way down into the basement of the art history building, dragging Elinor by her sleeve. It was dark and cold and damp. The building was old, but it was not a castle. It had been built specifically as a university and not one that was supposed to have stood for four hundred years. Which meant that the basement leaked. It smelt of mold and the cold. 

They found the door that they had been directed to and stepped inside. There was not a single light except for candles that flickered off the wet walls of the little storage room. Elinor and Marigold crammed into the room, Elinor doing her best not to brush against the walls, unless she get some sort of slime on her fine wool sweater. A shiver ran down her spine and while she knew nothing nefarious had ever happened in these catacombs, she really also hoped that she wasn’t about to be part of one.

“Do you think Sorcha tricked us down here for a ritual sacrifice?”

Marigold barked a laugh, making several people turn and look at them. She did not get a chance to respond, however, for the next moment Sorcha appeared on the stage as if by magic. Her dark skin seemed to absorb the light from the candle around her, making it a warm brown, reminding Elinor of summertime, not a damp, dingy basement with grey walls and unnameable sludge. 

There was a smattering of clapping, Elinor followed along, not sure what the protocol is. (If you don’t know the etiquette, follow others. Always follow. Never lead.) It wasn’t until the sound of her own clapping, loud and harsh, reached her ears that she realized everyone else had been snapping gently. 

Elinor blushed, just as Sorcha’s eyes found her in the near darkness. “This poem is for my friend, who inspired it.” 

Another round of snapping. Elinor did not join in. Instead, her heart was clenched in her chest. 

Elinor had read all the greats of poetry, of course. Dickinson. Wordsworth. Yeats. Keats. Blake. She had, also indulged a bit in Maya Angelou. Hughes. Plath. Elinor loved poetry. She loved the stories that the lyrical words could tell. 

She did not know how she felt about this poem about dark, straight hair like a river at night or pale, rosy cheeks. Noses in books. Heads in toilets. Brightness. Illumination.

When Sorcha’s poem finished, Elinor turned on her heel and fled. 

→ → → June → → → Elinor was drunk.

Elinor never got drunk. Usually, at uni parties, she trailed behind Marigold to make sure she didn’t get in a fight or fall down a flight of stairs and break her neck. But Marigold was in London, visiting Thomas. Her exams had finished before Elinor’s and--Elinor didn’t want to go home. She didn’t have a sweet, handsome boyfriend to visit. 

All she had was her cold castle and her cold mother to return to. Her disappointed father and her judgemental sister. The only person she missed was Dawn. And Dawn, as her mother often reminded her, was not a person. 

“Hey there, sunshine.” It was Sorcha, having found her sitting on the back steps of whatever house this party was at. Elinor couldn’t remember.

“Of course you’d be here,” Elinor scoffed, gesturing at Sorcha. 

Sorcha just chuckled and shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.” She sat down on the steps next to Elinor.

Elinor scowled. “You aren’t disappointing me with your--” Elinor gestured again. 

“My--?” Sorcha’s eyebrows were lifted now. 

“Yes, your--the way you--how do you do that?” 

“Er, not sure I’m following there, sweetness.” 

“Do that thing where you make it seem like nothing bothers you.” 

“Nothing does bother me.” 

“How is that possible, how can it not bother you? Don’t you worry? Don’t you care?” 

Sorcha just glanced out into the dark. “Sure, I care. That’s not the same thing as being bothered.” 

It was to Elinor. She was bothered by everything, because she cared so much. She was bothered by the roundness of Sorcha’s shoulder, like a stone. She was bothered that she wanted to touch it. Feel Sorcha’s warm skin under her fingers. That Sorcha made her feel this way. Made her feel seen, understood. Elinor didn’t even understand herself half of the time, but Sorcha just seemed to know. What she needed. When she needed it. 

She turned to look at Elinor now, her chin resting on her bicep from where she’d wrapped her arms around her knees. She smiled. It was a soft smile. An inviting smile. Her lips looked smooth and inviting as they curled in the corners. Her eyes were two warm, dark pools like the lochs that Elinor had been warned about as a child. The ones she used to dip her toes in anyway, just to feel that shiver of daring. 

Before she could think about it, she dove in--pressing her lips against Sorcha’s. 

They were chillier than she expected and it made her draw back after just a moment, though she didn’t fully pull away. Sorcha’s breath ghosted over her lips and that was warm and tasted like honey, despite the cheap beer they’d been drinking. It was Sorcha who nudged her chin forward the second time and kissed Elinor. Her hand snaked around Elinor’s neck and drew her in. 

And Elinor was right: Sorcha was warm. She warmed Elinor. All the way down to her toes as their kiss deepened. Her own fingers curled against Sorcha’s bicep as if she needed to hold on, as if Sorcha had sucked the gravity out of Elinor and made her feel weightless.

When the kiss broke, Elinor felt like rain on a window pane, like falling snow. 

“I do care,” Sorcha repeated softly. “I care about you.” 

[loki-hargreeves]

The Apprentice - Loki Imagine [Part 3]

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3][PART 4]

Warnings; This chapter; -

Your P.O.V.

Four- nearly five weeks had passed, every day going strictly in a planned routine. Loki would have me ready before noon and then he’d take me to this cliff, usually by riding a horse. Then he’d make me climb the cliff to ‘warm up’ before teaching me some tricks with my sword and some daggers he gave me. To be quite honest, he was pushing my limits but I didn’t mind. Clearly, it was important to be in good shape so I let him torture my muscles. As I returned to my room, I’d take a long bath and fall asleep soon after. 

Sadly, he never spoke to me unless he had to. Loki didn’t seem to melt at all, in fact, I was afraid he just straight up hated me. He showed no sign of interest in friendship and so far, I hadn’t said anything against that. But to be quite honest, it was getting on my nerves. I didn’t care how rude I’d sound but I was ready to confront him, then live with the consequences that would follow. 

Today was a resting day, thank heavens. I had slept in late and had my morning tea in peace, taking my time with everything. I was planning my words carefully as I prepared to meet Loki. It was undeniable that I was nervous. I had hoped a morning bath could’ve hoped but I had been left alone to think and it made everything worse. But I knew if I was quiet all the time, there would be no change.

As I got dressed in a green dress, I got out of the room. Some guards were roaming around the corridors, which I had gotten used to by now. Loki’s room was nearby, I only had to take a turn to the left after reaching the end of this corridor and his door would be on the right. I was stubborn and determined so nothing could stop me now.

‘‘I got this’‘ I pep-talked myself, hands in tight fists as I made my way towards his room. My mind was racing, thoughts of how he’d react playing before my eyes. Time passed quickly and then I found myself behind his door. It surprised me to see it was open, only slightly but still open. Then I heard a conversation, muffled tho. I recognized Thor’s voice and then Loki’s. They were speaking of something almost angrily. Were they arguing?

Sneakily, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. They shut up immediately and I watched as both turned to look at me, suspiciously. Loki was leaning against his wall as Thor was right in front of him, eyebrows knitted and jaw clenched. Loki, on the other hand, seemed mad. He rolled his eyes and walked away from Thor so we wouldn’t just stare at each other forever. 

‘‘What do you want?’‘ Loki wondered, facing me with his back. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but now that I was here, the words got stuck in my throat. Thor eyed me silently, almost like he knew why I was here. ‘‘I’ll leave you two alone, be nice, brother’‘ He told Loki sharply before leaving. The behaviour of the two princes was definitely strange but I didn’t question it. I tried to focus on the reason why I came in the first place.

‘‘Can we talk, please?’‘ I wondered, failing to hide my nervousness. Loki was my master, mentor, whatever you might call it. I knew I had to respect him but I had actual feelings as a person and I hated being so lonely. Ever since I had moved to this castle, I had felt like a burden. ‘‘What about?’‘ Loki turned around, arms crossed as he waited for me to speak.

His look was so dull, it made me want to yell to give him some other expression. But who was I kidding? A fight with the God of Mischief would be hopeless. ‘’Why do you hate me?’’ I forced the question out of my mouth, surprised I actually did it. Loki seemed slightly surprised too as his eyebrows rose up. As quickly as he had revealed another expression, he turned away once again. It annoyed me.

‘‘Can you face me when we’re speaking? Or is that too much to ask for?’‘ I spat, the rush of confidence clearly thriving me to say things I didn’t mean to. Loki chuckled but I knew it wasn’t a happy one. ‘‘Y/N, in all seriousness, do you really imagine that I hate you? Hate is a strong word’‘ He let me know but the tone of his smooth voice wasn’t too kind nor gentle either. I wanted to stomp my foot and kick but I took a deep breath to calm myself down- a bit. 

‘‘Well you clearly dislike me’‘ I stated, still not getting any answers from the silver-tongued prince. Now he was smiling like he found my rage funny. ‘‘Perhaps you should show me your anger during lessons? Trust me, it pushes you to cross your earlier limits’‘ He suggested, slowly but surely getting on my nerves worse than I had ever imagined he could.

‘‘Loki!’‘ I hissed his name, immediately regretting it. At least I wiped the smile off his pretty face. Pretty? Yes, alright I had to admit it to myself that he was attractive, damn attractive in fact. But the way he treated me was sad. Maybe I had expected too much? I deserved some respect tho. I had had enough of being the little obedient girl. I just wanted a friend, yes, a friend. 

‘‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come’‘ I whispered as I realized this wasn’t helping. Suddenly my anger faded and got replaced my sadness. I didn’t enjoy being like this but emotions were terribly hard to control. As I turned to leave, Loki sighed. ‘‘Don’t- don’t leave. We can talk, if you want to’‘ I heard him say, making my eyes widen in surprise. Did Loki Odinson just say that?

I turned around to study his face and I could tell he was serious. He didn’t seem too happy but he didn’t seem annoyed either. It’s like he genuinely wanted to talk, lords in Valhalla only knew why. ‘’Great’’ I chirped, facing the prince with a smile. ‘’That’s great, thank you’’ I added, my pitiful emotions long gone. For the first time in weeks, I felt hopeful again.

‘‘I suppose I’ve been acting cold, Y/N. But it’s not your fault’‘ He revealed, walking towards some black leather chairs he had by his large bookcases. I followed him, taking a seat on the chair next to him, sinking into the softness happily. For me, it was mind-blowing to sit down and have an actual conversation with Loki. Damn, I would make sure to behave now to make this last as long as it possibly could.

‘‘Whose fault is it then?’‘ I asked him curiously, not thinking about my actions as I sat, legs crossed and body directed towards him. I was that intrigued. Loki’s beautiful jade eyes met mine, almost sending shivers down my spine. His gaze was intense. It felt like I had earned his trust- at least a part of it - since he looked at me for so long. During our lessons, he didn’t face me for more than a few seconds. This was different.

‘‘My father would say it’s mine but I would like to say it’s his’‘ He explained with a shrug. It wasn’t a secret in Asgard that Odin didn’t treat Loki like he treated Thor. As Thor had gotten the hammer, rumour spread that Odin didn’t approve of Loki. A bunch of shit here and there but I didn’t know what to believe. Loki was likeable, although he didn’t warm up to strangers immediately. It made him mysterious.

‘‘I heard you rebelled on Midgard but I won’t believe anything unless it comes from you’‘ I let him know, being a woman of my words. I hated rumours since most of them were nasty and dumb lies. Loki got a tiny spark in his eyes as I said that. I wasn’t sure why but it seemed like a good sign. ‘‘I take it you do not like rumours’‘ He smiled again. This time I saw small crinkles by his eyes as his lips curved. I hadn’t noticed that before and to be honest, it was adorable. ‘‘The truth is, I didn’t rebel. I simply protected the mortals who actually like me from these lunatics. Odin didn’t approve of what I did. Which I don’t understand. I could go on for hours why I think he’s wrong but it would be a bore’‘ He told me, revealing a little bit more of him word by word. 

‘‘Maybe he just wanted an excuse to drag you into this’‘ I thought out loud, not realizing what I had said until it was too late to take it back. I was afraid I said something wrong but Loki didn’t seem offended. ‘‘You might be right, actually. May I ask why you were chosen as my apprentice?’‘ He tested the waters with me. I was more than happy to tell him everything I knew. Oh, I was more than happy to actually develop a friendship with my mentor, because during lessons we couldn’t really bond that well. I was a strong believer that if we had a good bond, our lessons would be more effective too.

‘‘Well, one day my father came home and just told me to pack my most important belongings...’‘ I began to tell Loki the story from my point of view. Little did I know it would lead to us having many, many other conversations in this sitting as we shared out thoughts about this entire thing. Eventually, the topic changed and we lost track of time as we finally began to walk on the same line.

____

‘‘Focus!’‘ I heard Loki whisper, encouraging me to focus even harder. My eyes were glued to the porcelain cup of tea on Loki’s desk. We had been drinking tea and he was convinced he could make me raise that cup with my mind. We hadn’t practised magic yet but Loki seemed like he couldn’t wait anymore. Our conversations had been thrilling and now we were standing in his room as I stared at the white cup.

‘‘Loki this isn’t working’‘ I muttered, not making the cup move at all. ‘‘You need to think about the cup in the air. Try to picture a connection between you and the object. The second you feel anything, even the slightest energy, focus on that and then try to lift it’‘ Loki explained to me what to do. I nodded, giving it another shot. My heart began to beat harder as I stared at it. The cup just was there, neatly in the middle of the table.

Then I felt it. I had been staring at it for so long that I felt like some invisible force was keeping my eyes attached to it. I wasn’t sure if that was the connection but I focused on it, studying every aspect of it as I could. I noticed that the odd connection felt like flowing energies around me. Then I tried to imagine what the cup would look like mid-air. I didn’t expect it to work, truthfully I never thought I could do anything special.

But I could. The cup didn’t touch the surface of the table anymore. It levitated above it, touching nothing but air. A gasp left my mouth and it nearly fell but I was quick to regain focus and it flew high up in the air. ‘’Holy shit Loki’’ I breathed out excitedly, not taking my eyes off the cup my mind was holding up. ‘’Yes! See? I told you it was possible’’ He cheered happily. I looked at him and noticed he looked very proud. A second later, I heard a crack.

The cup fell on the table and broke. I lost focus. ‘’Oh- I’m sorry’’ I covered my mouth with my hands, worried I fucked up. But Loki didn’t seem mad. ‘’Don’t worry, we have nearly ten thousand more of those’’ He let me know it was okay. ‘’You’ll learn to keep it up without focusing too hard. But that’s an amazing start, Y/N’’ He complimented me which was so unexpected. I was touched. Never in a million years would I have pictured me confronting Loki turning into this. This resting day was a good day indeed. 

‘‘Thank you, Loki’‘ I thanked him, then facing away from him. I was just beyond happy. As I turned, I looked outside his large windows only to see it was dark outside. It shocked me to learn I had been in his room all day. His voice pulled me out of my thoughts again. ‘‘Thank you as well, Y/N’‘ 

[Part 4]

Author’s Note: How could fetus Loki possibly let you walk away?You two are bonding! (yay)  He’s still a soft pure baby bean. But you also know that fluff will eventually lead to either angst or drama, or both. May I please hear your thoughts? <3

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Rules: Answer these 92 statements (what, how I answer a statement?) and tag 20 people

Last: 1. Drink: Water. I love water. ^u^ 2. Phone call: My granny saying good night. <3 3. Text message: My best Bro comforting me after I had a nightmare. :u: <3 4. Song you listened to: Not entirely sure … maybe Houkago Tea Time's U & I. 5. Time you cried: When I re-read Around the corner. :-: </3

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: sure 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Well … sorta. 8. Been cheated on: yeah 9. Lost someone special: Sadly yes. Diabetes can be such a bitch. </3 10. Been depressed: I … am not sure … probably reactive depression … and borderline … 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No! Since my biggest demon is Emetophobia, I managed not to throw up from alcohol. ('^')

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: orange, light blue, turquoise, (pastel) lilac

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yes, a bunch actually. <3 16. Fallen out of love: No. 17. Laughed until you cried: Probably. I've spent some time with my Bro, so chances are pretty high. ^.^* 18. Found out someone was talking about you: No. 19. Met someone who changed you: Difficult … probably … in one way or another. '~' 20. Found out who your friends are: Well … I knew that before … 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yes. ^-^' Don't people usually add their partners on Facebook? ^.^'''

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I think all of them … since Pet Society has been taken down, I lost my online friends over the years … ._. 23. Do you have any pets: Yass! Track my Instagram for loads of cat pics of my beauties Aphrael and Dracul! <3 24. Do you want to change your name: Nah ... 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Went for lunch with my mom and granny and got some nice Pjs and socks with Pusheen and Grumpy Cat on them. <3 26. What time did you wake up: Today? At 6:30 'cause I had a doctor's appointment. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Coming home after watching GoT with the squad and forcing myself to go to sleep. XD 28. Name something you can’t wait for: The arrival of my dearest Mimic tomorrow afternoon! *o*/ 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: I'm seeing her right now when I look up. XD 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Hm … maybe I should have taken that Judo class in middle school ... 31. Listening right now: Watching Hannibal again. It's the scene with the pigs … I'll spare you the exact ambient noise. :P 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: You bet! XD There is my Bro's brother, then an old friend from school, a fellow YouTuber, a guy we play boardgames and do LARP with, and of course my boyfriend. XD Oh and an actor. I've got plenty of Toms in my life. <3 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Right now my ears are closed completely … like I can't hear … it's been the left one for hours and it just switched to the right one … at least it's not both at the same time. -.- 34. Most visited website: YouTube I guess. Or Tumblr? 35. Mole/s: Lots of them. Mostly on my arms and shoulders. 36. Mark/s: Plenty of scars, most of them on the left arm and hand, two on my chin and one on the right knee. Probably a few stretch marks on the boobies. 37. Childhood dream: Hm … I always wanted to live in a house full of cats … now I live with two and the house is pretty full of them. =^.^= 38. Hair color: Crimson Red! <3 39. Long or short hair: Hard to say … it's not really short but also not really long anymore. I totally love my current hairstyle tho, it's super practical and looks really good on me. ^-^ 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes. ^///^ 41. What do you like about yourself: I'm kinda comfortable with my body in general. I also like that I managed to keep some personality traits no matter what others thought about it. :P 42. Piercings: Nope. 43. Blood type: 0+ 44. Nickname: My nick, gamertag etc. is Brighteyes, Bright Eyes, Brighteyes Hope and so on. 45. Relationship status: Very much in love. :P 46. Zodiac: Virgo 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show: Not this again. XD OK, My Little Pony(,)Friendship is Magic, Steven Universe, Himouto Umaru Chan, K-On!, Madoka Magica, Princess Tutu, Sakura Trick, Selector Infected Wixoss, The IT Crowd, Star Trek, I probably forgot something. ._. 49. Tattoos: Maybe … someday … soon. ^x^ 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: Two times. A tonsillectomy at 17(?) and a conisation at 26. 52. Hair dyed in different color: Different shades of red, I also had black lowlights once. 53. Sport: I wish … ^-^' I really wanna get stuff done! 55. Dream Vacation: Tokyo! All the shopping! *o*/ 56. Pair of trainers: Uhm … colorful no name ones? ^.^'

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: Chocolate. Other sweet stuff. Chips. And occasionally a salad. 58. Drinking: Mostly water. I also like cool tea and juice. Like lemonade. 59. I’m about to: Go to bed and watch more YT there. XD 61. Waiting for: My ear to open up again. -.- Gotta see the doctor tomorrow if that will not happen soon ... 62. Want: The job I'm looking forward to in autumn. The courage to tell people how I feel about them. To learn more skills to get the best possible version of myself. ^u^ 63. Get married: Probably not. Most likely not. XD 64. Career: As said before, I'm kinda becoming a graphic designer or something. I hope one gets plenty of muneyz for doing tha graphicz.

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: … they usually go together, no? o.O 66. Lips or eyes: Uhm … depends on if you wanna taste or see stuff ... 67. Shorter or taller: Don't care. 68. Older or younger: Don't care. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Hm … I've never given arms much thought … I might as well go for belly. .3. 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive! Over sensitive to loud shit actually. 72. Hook up or relationship: Oh, there it is. OK. *deep breath* Why not both? *outs herself as poly* (｡>//u//<｡) 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I'm gonna go for hesitant … safety first, kids.

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: Don't think so ... 75. Drank hard liquor: Yes, a bit ^.^ 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Nope. 77. Turned someone down: Yes. 78. Sex on the first date: I … honestly can't remember … °.° 79. Broken someone’s heart: Maybe. :_: I'm so sorry. 80. Had your heart broken: Yes. Learning from mistakes and stuff. 81. Been arrested: Nope. 82. Cried when someone died: Yes. 83. Fallen for a friend: Happens. ^///^

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Yes! 85. Miracles: Hm … in a way. 86. Love at first sight: What exactly does that mean? Really seeing a person for the first time? As in not knowing anything about them except their looks? In that case of course not. o.ô That's attraction or whatever but the term „love“ means something entirely different. 87. Santa Claus: Never, I grew up as a protestant child. XD Got unsure of my belief in the last few years ... 88. Kiss on the first date: Yes … I think so … '~'

OTHER: 90. Current best friends names: Ugh, where to draw the line? Let's only do the ones who are like Family this time: Of course my brother from another mother: Oli And my dear Mimic who is always welcome at my home if she comes back to this country. <3 91. Eye color: Blue 92. Favorite movie: (」゜ロ゜)」 OK. Let's say Studio Ghibli. Big Hero 6. Land before Time, Toy Story, Room 1408, Black Swan, Zoomania, Kamikaze Girls and everything with Jodie Foster.

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