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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 12

Cult girl deals with an unexpected and unwelcome guest.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: pregnancy, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, infidelity, threats of violence

Step three: kill Anna

So maybe there was an understanding that the pregnancy was to be kept secret from Anna.

The withdrawal of Archie and Max from the picture left a hole in the plan. Just when it looked like you had secured that much-needed victory, it shriveled up and died right before your eyes. That much was certain. Everything else was a big question mark.

Ever since he felt the baby kicking, Hannibal became even more hopelessly enamored with the idea of being a father. He never mentioned it, of course, but it was there. It was there in the way he cooed at your stomach and how his hand lingered after he felt a kick. He was in heaven.

For a few days, it looked like the downward trajectory was beginning to flatten. Then you remembered your favorite line from Ryan Reynolds' Deadpool:

"Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness." You repeated to yourself as your phone flashed Theresa's call icon.

It took you a minute to remember that Theresa in your phone was actually Anna, because you hadn't bothered to change it. In a way, it was symbolic. Theresa was the head you cut off, and Anna sprouted up in her place. All in the pursuit of making your life unbearable.

You pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and placed it next to the sink. Lazily, you brought the phone to your ear. "What?"

"Hey pretty girl!" Anna said, using her most transparently fake cheery voice. "How's it going?"

Then it clicked. You felt kind of stupid that you didn't see it coming. In the world of cults, this was known as 'lovebombing'; a manipulation tactic in which the cult leader showers their target with affection, compliments, validation or anything that would make them associate good feelings with the group. In any other context, it would be called 'ass-kissing'.

You narrowed your eyes in skepticism. "What do you want?"

"Jeez, who crapped in your corn flakes?" She scoffed. "Can't a girl just call her little sister to say hi?"

It would have been one thing to say 'cousin', which, despite your bad blood, would have been technically accurate. But 'sister' was crossing a line. The blood that binded you and Anna together was thinner than water.

"We're not sisters, Anna." You corrected. "Why are you calling?"

"I just wanted to let you know that all is forgiven." She said, slipping back into that phony cheerful tone. "That little fiasco at the funeral, it's water under the bridge."

What Anna didn't know was that the water under the bridge was never water, but gasoline. Every drop that flowed under that bridge only created a more dangerous blaze for when you finally burned it down.

"Awesome." You said, flatly.

"I also wanted to say, 'may the best woman win'." She jeered. "I don't want to alarm you, but Liam and I have been fucking like bunnies."

You gagged. "I'm not alarmed but I certainly didn't need to know that."

"I've been keeping track of my ovulation," She disregarded your objection and continued the conversation she wanted to have. "And I even put child locks on the computer so Liam can't watch porn. Can't spare even a drop, y'know. It's too crucial."

"I will literally let you have the entire inheritance if you please just shut up right now." You said through gritted teeth.

"Oh?" She perked up. "Come on, don't give up. Don't make it too easy. Winning is just more fun when someone else loses."

She was growing into her Theresa shoes quite well.

"Seriously, though," You raised your eyebrows. "If it means I never have to see you again, by all means. Take the damn money."

"You know I love you, right?" Anna blurted out, pretending to be offended. "You may not think so, but I love you like a sister."

Again, you fought the urge to feel bad for her. Her model of sisterly love was Theresa. She could use the word to invoke sympathy, but would never know what it meant. It hit your ear exactly the same as when fundamentalist christian strangers said they loved you and that's why they were harassing you. Just an empty annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. "Goodbye, Anna."

"Wait!" She shouted as if she was about to die.

You threw your head back in exasperation. "What?!"

"I wanted to give you a little good-luck gift." She said.

You were slightly interested. "Oh?"

"Yes." She answered. "Can I swing by and drop it off later?"

You sighed. "Whatever. As long as you make it fast."

You were most certainly noticeably pregnant, but a fluffy robe obscured any misplaced curves just enough. You just hoped she wouldn't ask why you were wearing a fluffy robe in July. Anna arrived at the house, with Liam, who was holding a small basket of colorful jars and bottles.

You waited a minute to see if she would just leave the basket on the porch, but she didn't. You resignedly opened the door.

"[F/N]!" She shouted with that hyper-enthusiastic smile. You cringed, trying not to let her presence trigger your morning sickness.

The smile disappeared from her face. "Jesus H, you look like hell."

You desperately wanted to inform her that it was the strain of growing a human inside your body, but you held your tongue and thought of an excuse.

"I'm hungover." You said. Yeah, that would work.

"The usual, I see." Anna snipped at you under her breath.

You eyed the basket. You didn't even bother to mask your disappointment when you realized it wasn't food. "What's this?"

"Oh, this?" Anna said as if she were starting a sales pitch. "This is my olive branch. My exclusive DoTERRA fertility rejuvenation kit."

Your brain refused to process that Anna had been sucked in to an MLM, as it was really only a matter of time. You just didn't think it would take this long.

"Dude, you're twenty-nine and I'm twenty-six." You narrowed your eyes at her. "What on earth are we rejuvenating?"

She pointed to a collection of little bottles. "So these are for the initial cleanse. Put a few drops of this in your food, and some of this in your bathwater-"

She rattled on with practiced certainty about the fictitious health benefits of thyme and geranium oils, how they promote fertility and whatnot.

"Thanks, Anna." You cut her off, reaching for the gift basket. You didn't intend to use any of it, but you could pawn it off on some struggling hunbot for less than they would buy it new.

Anna pulled the basket out of your reach. "Oh. I wasn't giving it to you."

Nothing surprised you anymore, and this was no exception. "I thought you said it was a gift?"

"Oh, god no." She shook her head. "This whole kit costs, like, five hundred dollars."

You grimaced. "So you came here to show me your snake oil collection?"

"I came here to tell you in person about this amazing business opportunity." She said, returning to her fake smile. "For just $1000, you can be part of this amazing company-"

"Anna, what am I studying right now?" You cut her off.

She looked at you with round, clueless eyes. She looked back at Liam for help. He tapped his head to give her a hint.

"I want to say..." her voice trailed off. "...brain surgery?"

You shook your head. "No. Liam?"

"Clinical psychology with a specialization in cults." He answered. "You want to be the next Steven Hassan."

Anna didn't deserve Liam.

"So you're saying you're too smart for me?" Anna said, crossing her arms. "You're too busy going to your fancy college, living with your fancy boyfriend to support your own sister's hustle?"

"I'm saying you're in a cult." You countered. "A pretty obvious one, at that."

"Oh, when your only solution is a hammer every problem looks like a nail." She scoffed. "You think everything is a cult. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

"I'll be happy for you when you accomplish something that isn't built off the backs of people you fucked over." You said, allowing yourself to finally snap.

Anna's jaw hung open. "Do I even need to gesture to this house? Those clothes? That degree? All paid for by your rich boyfriend."

It's time.

You stepped on to the porch and shut the door behind you. "Liam. I have something to tell you."

Liam handed the basket off to Anna and approached. "Alright."

"No she doesn't, Liam." Anna objected. "Don't listen to her. You know she's a liar."

"Liam." You said, looking into his eyes. "Do you remember Nathan Sparks?"

"Anna's ex from college?" Liam folded his arms and looked at his wife. "Vaguely."

Anna gritted her teeth at you. "I swear to fucking god, [F/N]-"

"Anna, stop." Liam cut her off. "Let her speak."

"Anna continued to see him for two years after you got together." You smirked.

Liam's dial-up internet brain sputtered to life.

"Oh my god." His mouth hung open. "...is he 'pineapple'?!"

"Nope." You said. "You are."

"Is this true, Anna?" Liam said, in the overlap between denial and anger. "Did you keep seeing Nathan after we got together?"

Anna threw the basket on the ground, jars shattering, releasing a noxious cloud of concentrated snake oil. She was too busy glaring daggers at you to answer her husband.

"Fine. Don't tell me." He spat, turning back to you. "I'll hear it from you, [F/N]. You're the only one in this family who's been honest with me."

"She only wanted to get with you because your uncle is CEO of that publishing house." You added. You felt bad for essentially rubbing salt in the wound, but he was right to assume he wouldn't hear it from anyone else.

He placed his hand over his head as if to nurse a migrane. "How could I be so stupid..."

"Liam-" Anna said, her voice jumping a few octaves.

Liam put up his hand. "I don't want to hear it."

"I'm sorry, Lee." You offered. Even though you loved seeing Anna caught, you felt bad for every person she victimized along the way. Liam was no exception.

He dropped his shoulders and sighed. "Thank you, [F/N]. I'll be out of your way, now. Anna--"

He stopped himself, presumably to avoid saying something he would regret. "...find your own way home."

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away, leaving Anna with you.

"Thanks for coming." You sneered at her, feeling around behind you for the door handle. "I'd call an uber if I were you."

"You twisted bitch." She scowled, hands hovering in your direction. "You just get off on ruining people's lives, don't you?"

"Oof, that's some serious projection, Anna." You said, unconsciously untying the belt of your robe and pulling it off your shoulders.

"You're-" She sputtered, her eyes growing to the size of personal pizzas. "You're fucking pregnant?!"

Shit. You thought, cycling through whatever braincells you had left for an idea of how to play this off as if you meant to do it.

"Surprise." You shrugged. Yeah, that would work.

"That's impossible!" She stammered. "You're- you're not even married!"

"Grandma never said anything about marriage." You grinned.

Anna struggled to find her words. "That is unfair!"

"So now that you're not winning, the game is unfair?" You raised an eyebrow.

She pursed her lips and pointed at you. "You aren't going to get away with this."

"Just like you didn't get away with cheating on your husband?" You taunted.

"I'm serious, [F/N]." Anna said, backing down the porch steps. "I will destroy everything you love just like you did to me."

For a half a second, the voice in your head told you to beware, that the threat should be taken seriously. Upon remembering it was coming from Anna, you pushed the thought from your mind.

You shouldn't have.

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skullrock · 4 years

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the lovers - Steve Harrington x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: you’re a college student working at the info desk at your local art museum. you meet Steve when his class comes in to see the latest exhibit. Steve keeps coming back to see you. awkward flirtations/cuteness ensues.

word count: 2,036 (I am sorry)

warnings: none!

a/n: hello!! this is my first oneshot in many years! please feel free to leave feedback/constructive criticism! my requests are open :)

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You enjoyed your job as an information desk attendant at the local art museum. It was nice to meet new people and listen to their observations about the exhibits. You loved art, too, and were currently majoring in it. Plus, on really slow days, you were able to get homework done. It seemed like the perfect job for a college student.

It was on one of those agonizingly slow days that you first saw Steve Harrington. You were waiting for an art class from your college in town to come look at the newest installation. Your job was to check the class in and take them to their guide. As the crowd of students flooded in, you scanned for any familiar faces, waving to a few. Your eyes landed on a boy, no older than you, standing towards the back of the group. You hadn’t seen him here before; you definitely would have remembered. Long hair, tall and toned, plush lips. He was the kind of beautiful that made your heart ache, the kind that deserved to be considered art.

He looked over at you, making eye contact, and you smiled at him, quickly looking down and moving to the front of the group. Once acquainted with their guide, you left to sit back at the desk. You picked up a textbook to study. It was pointless, though. You couldn’t get the boy out of your head.

You were surprised when he came back the next week. This time, he wasn’t alone. He came with a pretty girl with short brown hair and bright eyes. You knew her – Robin – from a class you had together last semester. As they approached, you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“Two student tickets?” you ask as they approach. Steve stares for a long moment before Robin pinches his arm.

“Oh! Uh, yeah,” he stutters, running a hand through his hair. “Yes. Two.”

You laugh slightly, awkwardly, and hand him two tickets and two gallery maps. “I remember you from last week,” you say. “Are you back for more?”

“I wanted to bring my friend, ya know, show her around,” he replies, fiddling with the edge of the tickets. There’s an awkward pause before you respond.

“Well, enjoy! If you have any questions I’ll be right here.”

He pauses, whispers, “I-okay,” and turns on his heel. Robin says a quick thanks before running to catch up with him. As they walk away, you hear him say, “Shut up, Robin!”

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Robin and Steve wander aimlessly through the galleries. Steve tries to act like he really is interested in what they’re looking at, but she knows him better than that.

“You dragged me here to see this girl,” Robin says, “and all you do is make weird faces at her?”

Steve rolls his eyes and doesn’t respond.

“I thought you were going to get to know her,” Robin continues. “At this rate, how long is it going to take? Five years?”

“I- Robin!” Steve says, exasperated. “I have a system! I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you? You haven’t been King Steve in a while, dingus. Do you even remember what a girl is?”

Steve wanted more than anything to rebuke her, to tell her she’s wrong, but he knew she was right. He could remember the unfortunate flirting he attempted at Scoops and the disaster that was his relationship with Nancy. He usually ducked his head around pretty girls. But something compelled him to go for you. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew he couldn’t mess this one up.

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The week after, he is back. This time, he walks in with a more confident swagger. You ready a ticket for him.

“Hi,” he says as he approaches.

“You must really like coming here,” you joke, handing him his admission and another gallery guide.

“What can I say? I’m a connoisseur.”

“Okay, connoisseur,” you remarked, smiling. “Who is your favorite artist?”

“Well, you know,” he says, trying to seem nonchalant. “It’s hard to pick. But if I had to, I’d probably go with...” In a moment of panic, his eyes shift down to the first name he sees on the gallery guide. “Monet.”

He pronounces this with a hard T.

You stare at him, almost stunned. You realize now that he’s putting up a front, trying to be confident, in an attempt to talk to you. You laugh.

“Uh, it’s Moe-ney,” you smirked. “But I appreciate the effort.”

His face falls and his eyes widen, looking panicked. You could see the blush creep up on his cheeks, almost hear his heartbeat speed up. You reveled in it.

“I know!” he defends. “Monet isn’t even my favorite. I was kidding.”

“Okay, mister big artiste. Do you have a name?”

“Steve,” he sighs. “It’s Steve.”

“I’m Y/N. You better start studying.”

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“You said what?!”

Robin nearly rolls on the floor from how hard she’s laughing. “You called him what?!”

“I know how its pronounced, okay?” Steve groaned. “I just – I said it phonetically.”

“Literally everyone knows that’s not how you say it.”

“Whatever!” Steve huffs, plunking down on the couch. “You’ve gotta help me, Rob. I really want to know this girl. I want to have a chance. I can’t be an idiot around her.”

“But you’re smart, Steve.” Robin pats his knee. “Why don’t you impress her with the knowledge you dopossess?”

“Oh, like what? Like how to take care of 6 kids that aren’t even yours? Or how to make microwave mac and cheese? Or how to carry 9 empty cups out of a room in one trip? Or- “

“Okay, okay!” Robin interjects. “Alright. I will help you. Where do we start?”

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You were pretty sure at this point that Steve was coming to see you, not the art. You started to dress up a bit for your shifts; dress to impress, right?

Another week or so passed before Steve came back. You smiled the moment he came through the door, and he shared one back, approaching you quickly.

“Learn anything new?” you ask, subconsciously adjusting your hair.

“I learned how Pollock changed the entire trajectory of American art.”

“Oh?” you ask, shocked. “Last week you came in here and mispronounced Monet, now you’re talking about Pollock’s impact?”

“A man can change,” he says with a smile. Then he leans down, onto the desk, becoming eye level with you. You can feel your breath hitch in your throat, a blush creeping up. You noticed a lot from this new angle: the smell of his cologne, rich and woodsy; the scar above his right eyebrow; the golden flecks in his dark eyes.

“And that’s not all,” he whispers. You blink, inclining your head, expecting an answer.

Finally, he says, “I know about Picasso, too.”

He straightens up, a victorious smile crossing his face. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, clearing your throat.

“Wow,” you laugh. “Color me impressed.”

“Yeah, I don’t mean to brag or anything, but uh,” he looks around before continuing, “I also know about Kandinsky.”

“I’m so proud, Steve.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but a few more people walk in, getting in line behind him.

“We’ll talk soon,” he says, giving you a warm smile before walking away. You watch him disappear around the bend; a smile plastered on your face.

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The week after that, you have a shift with one of your coworkers. It was always nice to have company, but on a slow day like this one, it seemed pointless. To pass the time, you both talk. You decided to tell her about Steve, about how cute he was, about how wholesome you thought he was.

“I mean, this guy doesn’t know anything about art. But each week he comes back to learn a little bit more. Isn’t that cute?”

“Is this why you’ve been dressing up the past few weeks?” she asks. You roll your eyes.

“You should really see him. He is so damn-“

As if on cue, Steve enters the building. You can’t help but notice how good he looks in his red tee, how toned his arms are, how his jeans hug his legs…. You become acutely aware of how you were staring and quickly look away. He approaches the desk, tapping on it twice, smiling down at you.

“Hi Steve.”

“Hi Y/N.”

“Are you going to impress me this week?” you question.

“I thought maybe you could impress me,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Why don’t you tell me something?”

“Like what?”

He exhales. “I don’t know. Who’s your favorite artist? What’s your favorite work here?”

“Oh, that’s too much to get into,” you laugh, shifting in your chair.

“Why don’t you show me around?” His eyes are suddenly bright and eager, and he bounces nervously on his feet.

You stare up at him, slack jawed. You weren’t expecting the forwardness. “Well – I – I have to work. I don’t get off until-“

“I’ll cover your shift,” your coworker pipes up. You nearly forgot she was there.

You look back between her, and Steve, then back at her. Your mouth opens and shuts, a protest dying on your lips. Yes, you wanted to; but you suddenly felt self-conscious and silly. You really weren’t expecting this, not today, not ever. A boy like Steve wanting to know you seemed unreal. Is this even ethical? Are you allowed to show a visitor around? One that you’re definitely attracted to? That you have been flirting with for, what, literally five weeks?

Fuck it, you decide. You can’t mess this opportunity up. Standing (shakily), you tell your coworker that you’ll be back before closing, and meet Steve on the other side of the desk.

“I figure that you know a bit about me, so I wanted to know more about you,” he says quickly as you both walk towards the first gallery. You could sense he was nervous, too. “I hope that’s not weird.”

“It’s not,” you beam, trying to shake off your apprehension. “Come on. I’ll show you my favorites.”

And so you walk around the galleries, pointing out the different works you like. As time passes, you both relax. Steve took it all in, asking questions when appropriate, seeming genuinely interested in your observations. You make him talk to you about the ones he likes, too. You laugh when he points out a Monet, pronouncing it correctly this time. You are both laughing, talking, trying to get to know each other in the short amount of time you have before the museum closes. It feels natural, like you’ve known him for years.

At the last gallery, you reach your favorite work in the galleries. A couple, caught in a kiss, in a crowded subway.

“This one is perfect to me,” you say. “It makes me feel so many things.”

“What’s your favorite part about it?” Steve inquires.

“The atmosphere,” you answer, “and the way those two interact. It’s like they are the only people in the world. Among the chaos of a busy subway, they only notice each other.” You smile sadly. “Have you ever felt that with anyone?”

Steve thinks for a minute. He wishes he could say yes, with Nancy. But even at their best, he never felt the stillness and calm the figures in the painting did.

“No,” he replies eventually. “Have you?”

“No,” you whisper. “Not once.”

There’s a comfortable quietness and peace between you two as you both stare at it a little longer. After a while, Steve clears his throat.

“Well, do you want to try?”

You look over at him, bewildered. He continues to look at the painting; you notice his brows slightly furrowed and his fingers tapping on his thighs. He finally looks over at you and smiles weakly.

“Try what?”

“This,” he responds, gesturing to the painting. “You and I. Chaos. Peace. Do you want to try?”

Your heart swells, a smile spreading over your face as quickly as oil on canvas. You gently take his hand, turning to face him.

“What are you doing tonight?” you inquire.

“Nothing,” he breathes. “What are you doing?”

“Letting you take me to that Italian place on the corner.”

He smiles widely, relief and confidence soaring through him. Finally, he thinks. You didn’t fuck this one up.

“It’s a date.”

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shananigans402 · 3 years

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1-65 will do, please. Thanks fuck face :)

I knew exactly who this was and I was so tempted to not reply, but your punishment is having to read through all my answers and remember them forever or you fail the friend test. To everyone else, please do not click unless you want to be very bored, my answers are not interesting lol

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Nope

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? Assuming 5 is the most, 1. Maybe 2.

3. The person you would never want to meet? The person who sent me this (jk I’m excited for our eventual meet up where we hit up a strip club first thing 🙏)

4. What is your favorite word? I answered with ‘conniption’ the other day and still have not found a word I like more.

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? Already answered this, fruit tree! I also like palm trees, maple trees, and willow trees. I know that’s not the question, I’m just saying random shit now.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? It took me a long while to remember where I was this morning. I honestly don’t remember, I was rushing to get ready for an early morning meeting.

7. What shirt are you wearing? My Orlando Strong shirt

8. What do you label yourself as? Lesbian

9. Bright room or dark room? Bright room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping? Possibly checking on a feverish little beeb who was going through it with her second dose of the vaccine.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? No idea. I like various ages for different reasons, but this age so far is not bad.

12. Who told you they loved you last? Probably my sister 🤷‍♀️

13. Your worst enemy? The person who sent this ask.

14. What is your current desktop picture? The apple pic of Catalina island that changes based on time of day (yes it’s the default, don’t judge me)

15. Do you like someone? Lol yeah I hope so 😂

16. The last song you listened to? Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? Definitely @raginage

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? I feel like I can only attack Raginage so many times. Can I pick a fictional character? This week I was real mad at Dave in The Darkness. BaBe!

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? Lol no one, you’re talking to a person who feels very uncomfortable with anyone doing anything nice for them.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) Not this again. Last time I said eyes? Still no pics, sorry

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? What would I look like? Do I get to design myself like a sim? I honestly don’t know what I’d do because I doubt the world needs another clueless white man walking around, so maybe just stay at home.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? Nope. And my last answer to this was awful. I do think I have a fantastic ability to annoy my friends but in a way that’s just amusing/endearing enough to make them still want to talk to me 😌

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Unique? Uhm well my two big fears are confined spaces and deep water so a submarine is like my worst nightmare.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. Oh this is going to sound so odd. To be clear, I’ve had better sandwiches, but my go-to is provolone, turkey, roast beef, and spicy brown mustard or whole grain mustard. Please don’t judge me.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? Travel budget for future trips to visit my buds and get into trouble and eat food. I know $100 won’t go far, but it’s something.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? Well, after my last answer I want to visit my friends! But there are too many people to visit and I only have one ticket. So change of plans. I’m going on a solo trip to Greece. Or Argentina. Or Iceland. Or Bali. Damn, I’m indecisive.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? Rabble red blend. Just a solid red wine. Also because @viola-lloyds stole my answer the other day (Juneshine; to be fair I asked her this question but whatever) and I don’t want to copy her.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? Oh I answered this one, something about respecting others. Yeah, a nice rule like that. Want to establish some healthy communication on this island.

29. What is your favorite expletive? It’s still fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? But what about my PLANTS. Can they count as loved ones? Probably my laptop, I know that’s lame but like...I have a lot of stuff on here. Or the collection of cards I have that my granddad drew little drawings in, I want to get them all framed.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? To be honest, I don’t know if I’d change big life events in case it altered the trajectory of where I ended up. So idk maybe the ending of Bly, let’s give those lesbians have a happy ending!

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Italy! But wait, let’s get back to this sleeping with celebrities and super-powers bit...

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? Oh that’s a really tough question. I always wanted to meet my great-grandma Olga because she seemed like a really awesome lady.

34. What was your last dream about? I can’t remember, this is bothering me because I wish I could! I’m sorry. My gf recently had a dream where I kissed a dude right in front of her. It made us both very uncomfy lol

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? I hate this question because I can only think of one thing.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? For surgery, yeah

37. Have you ever built a snowman? But of course!

38. What is the color of your socks? Not wearing any? I was wearing blue ones earlier. Jfc my answers are so boring.

39. What type of music do you like? Lots! I tend to listen to indie, classic rock, and some pop

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunsets!

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Chocolate or a variant (chocolate peanut butter, chocolate caramel)

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) LA Rams or Seattle Seahawks. I know they’re in the same division. It’s tough. (Please don’t ask me why these teams)

43. Do you have any scars? Yep, mostly from burning myself on ovens. I simply get too excited for my food.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? I...have graduated?

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Well bestie recently said I have “lesbian hands” and I think that’s code for man hands so maybe that hahaha

46. Are you reliable? I try to be!

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? How many more times will I watch The Darkness before I learn my lesson? (Related: When does other bestie finally admit to her fetish?)

48. Do you hold grudges? Not typically, no

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? A dog and an otter? Can we domesticate otters? No, a horse and a large bird, create a pegasus and then free travel.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? Oh god. I don’t even know where to start today tbh. Damie and pokemon and cosycon and looming and feet and [redacted] and developing apps for VP. So many fantastic conversations.

In real life, probably the time I was at a laundromat in Italy and this guy wandered in with a beer, sat next to me and my male roommate, assumed we were a couple, and proceeded to give us bizarre life advice. I wish I could remember more of it, but it was so odd.

51. Are you a good liar? Hmm I’m okay at it I think, that is, I can convince people I’m serious when I’m actually joking. But I don’t like actually lying if it’s not just teasing someone.

52. How long could you go without talking? Probably a few days if I had to.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? The haircut I got before studying abroad! It was too short and I was so sad.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? For a birthday? No. For fun? Absolutely.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? Not well, no

56. What do you like on your toast? Butter and/or honey and/or jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? My beautiful depiction of a scene of chapter one of Private Dancer.

58. What would be you dream car? An electric car of some sort. I don’t know enough about cars tbh

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. Nope but sometimes I’ll play music and dance and maybe softly sing.

60. Do you believe in aliens? Yep! Definitely

61. Do you often read your horoscope? Almost never unless someone sends it to me.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? Already answered, A

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? Dinosaurs! 🦕

64. What do you think about babies? What do I think about them? They’re pretty cool. Just tiny little humans.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. I was very nice and let you correct your mistake and submit one after the fact:

In your opinion what is the best thing you can cook, like your speciality? My favorite thing to make is pasta, I started making my own sauce and I’d love to make pasta from scratch sometime.

#read up @raginage #this is what you get #responding to these out of spite took far longer than i thought lol

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Hey!!! I really love Come Hell or Helwater! You have done a wonderful job with the story I'm really excited to see where it goes with LJG in the picture. Do you have any plans to continue it? Thanks!!

anonymous asked: Hi! Is there gonna be more of Come hell or Hellwater? I miss it 😬

Claire comes back to the past with Brianna and arrives at Helwater looking for Jamie—but must confront the a few of the Dunsanys first.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Come Hell or Helwater - Part Seven

Claire was stunned silent, staring at Lord Melton and his brother.

Major Grey stepped forward, conciliatory. “It was my brother who spared your husband’s life after Culloden,” he explained. “It was in payment of the debt I incurred shortly before the battle at Prestonpans when he spared mine.”

Blinking, Claire stared at him and mentally subtracted the intervening years. “You broke your arm,” she recalled, at last recognizing him.

“Indeed. And you set it for me. It healed beautifully, I might add. It never gives me any trouble.”

“Right. Would you allow us to escort you back to the main house, Mrs… Mackenzie?” Lord Melton interrupted, conceding to the necessity of addressing her by the false name.

Claire glanced down at her stained skirt and her empty basket.

“You should go on ahead, Hal,” Major Grey said. “I’ll assist Mrs. Fraser in the task we interrupted and will ensure she gets back safely.”

“You don’t need—” she began to object, but Major Grey handed the horses’ reins to his brother and began picking a new batch of berries. “Thank you,” Claire said, giving up.

“Madam,” Lord Melton nodded before remounting and walking the horses back to the road leading up to the main house.

“Are the berries for a particular remedy?” Major Grey asked, depositing another fistful into Claire’s basket.

“Not exactly. Lady Dunsany was suffering from a cough this morning… among other complaints. There’s a tea I believe will soothe her throat and I thought the berries would complement it nicely. Having more fruits and greens in her diet is more likely to ease her complaints than worsen them,” Claire explained. “That’s the case for many people, actually.”

“Watercress,” Grey murmured. “Jamie said he’d got the idea of it stopping scurvy from you.”

“He told me you were governor at Ardsmuir while he was there and that he served as a sort of ambassador for the prisoners. He didn’t tell me the pair of you talked about me,” Claire informed Grey.

“He didn’t talk of you often or much—pained him to most of the time. But the pain of loss was one we shared. One I am… happy… to learn he no longer suffers from on your account,” Grey remarked, straightening after depositing a final handful of berries into Claire’s waiting basket.

“I’m sorry for your own loss, Major. And thank you for your assistance.”

“Shall we take the road back?”

“I’ve only recently arrived so I’m still learning the lay of the grounds.”

“Then allow me to take you by a favorite walk of mine,” Grey suggested, gesturing in the direction he meant them to take. Claire nodded and followed his lead.

“You are familiar enough with Helwater to have a favorite walk?” she inquired.

“My father was friends with Lord Dunsany and so our families were close, especially when I was young. Their late son, Gordon, was only a little older than I. We played at being soldiers together when we were boys. He joined the army when I was still too young… and was killed at Prestonpans.”

Claire held her tongue as she followed Major Grey through the underbrush and along edge of the trees to a half-plowed field.

“It’s a prettier walk in the late spring when the grasses are starting to get tall and the wildflowers bloom. But it gets turned over and planted with wheat—as you can see,” Grey explained as he picked his way over the rows. The sun above was already baking the moisture out of the dark, recently-dug earth, changing the color from a rich, muddy brown to a bleached and cracked variation.

“You said you’re here for the wedding.”

“Yes. We’re hoping to stay for three weeks if we don’t get called back from leave sooner.”

“Lady Dunsany spoke of other family friends who would be coming to stay…”

“I don’t expect you’ll know any of the other guests,” Grey responded lightly. “Unless you made the rounds of London society before you married Jamie…? Not that it makes much difference. The Dunsanys largely withdrew after Gordon’s death and though Lady Geneva is to marry the Earl of Ellesmere, he is respected more than he is liked. There are likely to be many regrets sent along with the gifts.”

“I shouldn’t like to think that our recent arrival was putting additional strain on the family when they’ve so much already to worry about,” Claire fibbed. Truthfully, she worried that the more people the Dunsanys had to stay, the busier both she and Jamie would be leaving them less time with one another and a greater strain on Brianna as she continued to adjust to more than just the change of scenery.

“Here we are,” Grey announced, smiling as he came to a stop as the land began to tilt.

Claire paused beside him and took in the view. It was a gentle slope down through several fields and toward the main house, a broad expanse comprising most of the cleared land that made up the Helwater estate. The fields became horse paddocks and gardens, then met with the shorter buildings housing the stables, outdoor kitchens, and along one side, the cottages that included the one the Frasers now called home. They were all dwarfed by the main house itself, sitting comfortably on a slight elevation making it easier for those within to monitor the workings of those without.

“I can see why this way is your favorite,” Claire said.

Grey made a small hum of acknowledgment and then began to descend the slope, keeping to the flat path along the edge of the field. It was a trajectory that would take them toward the stables—and Jamie.

“Your husband believed rather adamantly that you were dead, Mrs. Fraser,” Grey remarked. “Might I inquire as to what would cause him to believe that? And how it is you came to rejoin him here at Helwater?”

“He sent me away before the battle at Culloden,” she admitted. “Loss that day—or one soon after—was inevitable and he wanted me to be safe. When we parted… it was with the understanding that he wasn’t likely to survive. And for the last ten years that’s what I thought had happened. So many died that day and in the following days and weeks—not just the soldiers of the army, but many left behind supposedly safe at home… I had no hope for him as he had no hope for himself. I couldn’t contact his family when I had finally found my way forward again. I suppose that’s why he believed me lost as well,” she equivocated as the truth began to brush against what couldn’t be shared.

“And when you learned he lived, you came for him.”

“He would have come for me if he could,” she asserted.

Grey chuckled. “That he would.”

They were near enough to the paddock for the figures of the horses and grooms to take recognizable shapes. Jamie had firm hold of a lead rope and was walking an older gray mare about in slow circles. Brianna sat stiff and awkward as she experimented riding sidesaddle, her ruddy hair bouncing wild down her back with each step.

Grey stopped dead at the sight, his head whipping to Claire.

“You see now why he sent me away,” she said. “And why I let him.” She walked ahead, waving to catch Jamie and Brianna’s attention. Jamie lead horse and rider to meet Claire at the fence.

Grey was pale but soon recomposed himself and took halting steps to join the small family.

“It’s not as scary as I thought,” Brianna told her mother as Jamie helped her down. “But I don’t think I want to ride that way all the time.”

“Practice will build yer confidence but ye needna push yerself if it’s no what ye want,” Jamie said, color rising self-consciously up his neck. Claire gave him a smile of encouragement and offered the two of them a few berries from her basket.

“Care to come with me up to the kitchens to clean these and make them into something for Lady Dunsany to have with her tea?”

Brianna shook her head. “She came down to meet her guests and will have her tea with them. There isn’t enough here for all of them, I don’t think.”

“Major,” Jamie said warmly, as Grey approached. “They said Lord Melton had arrived wi’ an extra horse. Said ye’d be along but no that ye’d come this way before ye went up to the house.”

“Mackenzie,” Grey greeted Jamie, his eyes sliding to the groom standing in the barn doorway. Still, he was relaxed once again, the color returning to his face. “We encountered your lovely wife on our way and startled her I’m afraid. I offered to see her back and give her a brief tour of the grounds as she said she is still newly arrived.”

“You’ve been a charming tour guide,” Claire thanked him.

“And I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of your company as well… but if I don’t make my appearance at the house shortly, I will have my brother to answer to. I will speak with you again soon.”

“We’ll have a game of chess if ye wish,” Jamie offered.

Grey smiled. “Indeed. You may beat me as often as my brother, but you’re more considerate and crow less when you do.” He touched his hat and strode off toward the house.

“Gave ye a fright did he?” Jamie asked, his voice low and his mouth twitching into a smile.

Claire showed him her stained skirt and heard Brianna snort next to him.

#Anonymous #;mod lenny #come hell or helwater #Featuring: Lord John Grey #featuring: hal grey #featuring: bree #canon divergence

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OUAT 4X01 - A Tale of Two Sisters

Awww! The Frozen Arc! It’ll be ICE to see it again!

Let’s hope my review is better than my puns! Give it a read below the cut, if you are so kind!

Main Takeaways

Past

I can’t get over how GOOD the casting and chemistry was for the Frozen cast. I’m partially convinced that Disney has machines that construct people from their CG counterparts! XD I feel like the story fro this episode is perfectly good. This segment really just had to show off that it understood the Frozen cast and delivered a story that allowed for the story to continue in an engaging way, and I think they did a pretty solid job of it!

Present

”Your intentions don’t matter.” While this phrase is often a good point in terms of actions mattering more than intentions, it’s not here. While yes, I know that this ends up being Zelena, at the time, Emma was saving an innocent woman. I get that Regina’s upset and it makes sense for her character to be upset in this situation, This is a hard arc to watch. That said, I do like that Emma stands her ground here. While she’s sorry she caused Regina pain, she won’t apologize for sparing Marian. “That was the person I was, not the person I am.” But the thing is, you still have to answer for the sins of the person you were. The harm she caused didn’t go away because you’ve done better. It honestly frustrates me to see Regina deflecting back to this aspect of her character. That said, as I’m often one to defend Emma from criticisms against her walls popping up all the time, I want to make the effort to do the same for Regina. And I do think that not blaming others for her mistakes is the general trajectory of her character, and this arc is interesting because we see a more redeemed Regina put in a similar situation to the very actions that made her The Evil Queen to begin with. The immediate show of growth honestly helps here too. It’s clear by the end of the episode that Regina won’t go back to her old ways, and the engaging part now is how she reconnects with the rest of the mains.

I gotta say, I remember LOVING the initial idea of Marian coming back to life and I still do in the universe where more had been done with it. So much of Storybrooke has forgiven Regina because they’ve seen her take on Pan’s Curse and Zelena, but here comes someone who not only hasn’t seen this redemption, but has a strong connection to Regina’s boyfriend. The conflict there just SCREAMS of potential for all involved. Marian’s got a strong personality, Regina would get to truly prove her redemption to someone with no faith in her, and Robin would get a more intricate conflict and potential for deeper characterization that could contribute to him growing as a member of the main cast. And...nothing like that really happened. I think watching this episode tends to open up old wounds for me because this was an arc that I really looked forward to getting into the meat of and because the meat amounted to that found on a chicken’s foot, I can’t say that I’m that happy.

Basically every line at Neal’s grave had me filled with feels! What a beautiful and touching goodbye from Rumple to his son. It’s such a powerful moment. When it comes to Rumple this episode, they set him up so much to make the ultimate change just to not. Now, in the context of the episode as a vacuum, that’s fine and is a pretty classic Once-y twist. However, I feel like in the service of the arc as a whole, it would’ve been better maybe to show more of the reasons why the Sorcerer’s Hat was so tempting, and if not here, then in another episode. The closest we’ll get is Rumple’s speech to Regina in “Heroes and Villains,” which merely touches upon the effects of dying, being a slave at Zelena’s hands for a year, and losing Bae. And look, I like his declination back to villainy for that reason. Bae was his moral compass -- the person who had just enough doubt and love for Rumple that he would be able to keep Rumple on the path of good just with his willpower and lack of full trust -- and losing him at the end of what amounts to a torture conga is the kind of thing that would cause him to get more slippery with his morals. Belle in certain contexts can be easy to fool and I can see those small rationalizations build up in a way that would match up with the following arc.

”I know you, cause you’re like me.” Not to get too shippy, but I feel like the interaction between Robin and Regina in the office where Robin points out their similarities is a character point that should’ve been given more focus. Yes, from an abstract point of view, Regina and Robin are similar because they used to do villainous things, whereas Robin was a thief, Regina murdered, and that’s an entirely different league of villainy. And I swear I’m not trying to put Regina down here, but I think that difference is one that should be a focal point of their dynamic. Robin went through a redemption arc of his own in a way, and seeing him try to pass on those tactics and fail because they’re not compatible with Regina’s brand of villainy and grow from that to have a better understanding of Regina and take on a different approach to helping her. Getting into the meat of that and establishing those differences could’ve made them stronger for me.

I hate the way “monster” is used in this episode. The context of the episode frames “monster” as something undeserved being thrust upon someone, applying to Regina and Elsa. However, in the context of the episode, Regina’s being called a “monster” by Marian, someone whose most recent memory of Regina is saying that she’ll be happy with her head upon a spike and Marshmallow is being called the monster in Elsa’s case, though she attributes that as an extension of herself while Marshmallow is literally attacking a town. Just...this isn’t like The Beast being called a monster when he’s not attacking anyone and I don’t feel like the framing was entirely there for it. THAT HAVING BEEN SAID, I do think the retraction of “monster” towards Regina was well deserved! She saved Marian, even with all of that rage in her heart and that’s pretty freakin’ great!

Stream of Consciousness Thoughts

-This opening may have one of the most fantastically created storm. Look at the water and the panic of the crew as they try to fight it off!

-So while I don’t blame anyone from being a little nervous at the possibility of Regina going evil again (She spent half of the scene talking about how being a hero screwed her over and she does try to plot to kill Marian with Sidney in the vault), props to Henry for his faith in her!

-Dab, Elsa! Dab!

-”And once more, I’ve started it with a lie.” That was a really poorly-worded segue. He wasn’t talking about lying in the previous part of that speech and it’s not like he brought up lying about Milah’s “death.” It’s just one line, but it could’ve been better constructed.

-”I’ll spend my life repaying you for that.” Well, you’re not wrong.

-Damn, there’s a really interesting contrast in Robin and Regina’s scenes in the office between the finale and here. In the finale, they were on the floor, relaxed, and touching whereas here, they’re sitting on the couch, stiff as boards, and the distance between them looks more like a chasm.

-Okay! Watching this episode after the auction and seeing everything everyone bid on is hysterical!

-As we’re spending a lot of time in the mayor’s office, I’ve got to say that I LOVE the interior design here. I love the black and white that allows for the colors (Especially the reds) to pop against it. I love the forest-like wallpaper. It’s just so pretty!

-I gotta say, I’m really happy seeing Sidney again. The actor just rocks!

-Breaking and entering honeymoon? Sign me the fuck up! :D

-I need a map of Storybrooke SO badly. For a while, I HC’d the mansion as being closer to the town line, but I guess it’s closer to the docks? Thoughts?

-I gotta say, I think it’s a little dumb having Rumple be able to stop people in their tracks like that and have it only happen again like one or two times.

-Speaking of the auction, kind of weird that the Sorcerer’s Hat never came up in it.

-I really like how The Enchanted Forest was given an actual name. It’s not that I don’t like calling it The Enchanted Forest, but calling it Misthaven makes it feel more like a place with a history and a life to it rather than just...a place.

-”I need my beauty sleep.” Woowww, Pabbie. Way to leave in the rudest fucking way ever! Like, I’m bored, byeee! Your in-laws are there, clearly upset about this! Put in some more fucking effort!

-Anna, I don’t think Elsa’s “making excuses” when she’s the queen and can’t abandon her country!

-One of my favorite jokes that’s so underrated is how the “DO NOT BLOCK GATE EVER” fence just gets fucking stepped over! XD

-That snowman doesn’t even look scared! He just looks annoyed! Someone, make this dude a tiara!

-Nathaniel--I mean Kristoph! It’s you! ...I think watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend might have made it impossible for me to fully immerse myself into this character.

-Fuck yeah, Marian! Going in for the fight! ...I do wonder. I guess had Regina not decided to save her, Zelena would’ve revealed herself in order to not die.

-”I don’t know what that [Netflix] is but sure.” I love this line so much!

-”Unless...another monster appears and kills me.” ...Welcome to your life, ma boy.

-I’d like to think that during that pause when Sidney wouldn’t appear, he was talking to Ingrid and plotting.

-Damn, Belle! You pull that off! Or rather, I suppose it was pulled off of you! ;)

-RUMPLE AND HIS SEXY ASS ARMS! WE HAVE RUMPLE AND HIS SEXY ASS ARMS! NOT A DRILL.

-...Anna, that’s not how you wear a necklace!

Favorite Dynamic

Emma and Regina. You would think given how I really don’t like what’s to come that this episode would’ve done no favors for me, but honestly, I love Emma and Regina’s dynamic here! As I said before, while I roll my eyes at a lot of the lines given to Regina here, I do think it makes absolute perfect sense -- not deserved, but make sense -- for Regina to be angry at Emma. And Emma is adamant that she doesn’t regret saving her life, but still feels terrible that Regina lost Robin in the process. It’s a very nuanced aspect of this conflict. I also feel like their reactions to their fight were really well written. Emma is trying to live up to both her job as the Savior and her resolve to fight against her walls by trying to find Regina to talk while Regina’s more reserved character aspects kick into high gear and she slinks back to think on the matter.

Writer

Adam and Eddy are our main guys today, as per usual with season openers and they did a great job! In a vacuum, so much of this story is great and sets up a lot of the conflict and mystery of the next half season. And while the rest of the half season doesn’t hit bullseye at every point, they do succeed more often than they don’t.

Rating

9/10. This episode is a little hard to watch in hindsight because of the potential of some things that just really didn’t pan out, BUT within the context of this episode, the initial quality of these arcs is so present and that’s what this review is mostly here to judge. While not balanced in the sense of giving everyone something to do, I do think that there was a perfect balance of character usage. Everyone placement and actions feel right and appropriate for their characters. Finally, I know I’m in the minority, but I LOVE the Frozen cast. They added a nice bit of charm to the episode and made a very memorable first impression.

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Captain Swan - I really like the CS plot here. Romance, especially after Neal’s death, isn’t the easiest thing for her and especially given what just happened with Regina, she doesn’t want to let herself be happy, but Killian’s making sure that she gives herself that chance. So, also, I always grinned when I saw Emma fall right on top of Killian. I love when that happens with romantic pairings! And their kiss is just fantastic here! Emma is still very much interested and she feels guilty putting Killian on the side while she deals with her feelings and circumstances.

Rumbelle - I freakin’ love the breaking and entering honeymoon! RUMBELLE PORN! Just...that dance. That music. Robert Carlyle’s smile. My only regret is that we had to sacrifice the awesome outfits Rumple were already wearing (Though they make it up later in the bedroom! ;) ) AND SPEAKING OF THE BEDROOM. Yeah, Belle looks pretty freakin’ satisfied with whatever kinky shit they just got up to!

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Hey everyone! So, I altered the review style a little bit. I don’t know whether or not I’ll stick with this or return to the old format, but I feel like this was a better way to condense my thoughts. The Season 3 Overview will be posted...at some point, tbh. I don’t know why, but it is really hard to write right now and since I’m already behind, I figured that I’ll just jump into Season 4!

Thanks to the fabulous folks at @watchingfairytales and to my badass boss of a friend @daensarah! Finally, thank you to my loyal readers! Happy holidays to you all!!!

Season 3 Total (9/230)

Writer Scores: Adam and Eddy: (9/60)

*Links to the rest of my rewatch will no longer be provided. They take posts with links outside of searches and I spend way too much time on these reviews to not give them that kind of exposure. Sorry for the inconvenience, but they still can be found on my page under Operation Rewatch.

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forever-more-never-again · 6 years

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Requested: Anonymous

I’m one of your top three favs!? AHHH! That makes my heart happy.

Pairing: Platonic!Natasha X Platonic!Reader, featuring Platonic!Avengers

Word Count:3578

Warnings; mentions and themes of death, panic/anxiety attack themes and description, swearing

Request: I really love your blog, you are in my top three favourite fanfic writers. I would like to request a Platonic!Reader x Natasha where the reader can see into the timeline and make changes to it and the reader changes something in Nat's past that causes even bigger problems and now Natasha somewhat hates her for it. So it takes the both of them to correct this mistake.

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Sometimes seeing the past and future takes its toll on you. Your everyday life consisted of trying to see the present among visions and memories of past and future timelines. The past were easier, because they were already done, but the future was headache inducing, always changing based on people's decisions.

It also didn’t help that you didn’t just see your future and past, you saw all the pasts and future timelines that could ever happen to anyone. It was a wonder that you didn’t stay medicated to the point of being a vegetable.

But thanks to years of self training and perseverance, you learned to live with your gift. Eventually you got on the Avengers radar and Steve AKA Captain America himself appeared at your college and asked you to join them. Of course, you had seen this timeline and you said yes.

All you ever wanted to do was help people and with your gift it was possible, but being an Avenger made it so that people actually trusted you and would listen.

Most people overlooked you on a day to day basis. You were a normal girl. [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes that never really stood out from the rest.

Most of the time you tried not to meddle too much, because even the smallest change could alter the future timeline drastically.

You learned this the hard way when you were still a child. You had tried to reach into the past and change your parents divorce. It ended up killing both of them instead. It was a hard lesson for you to learn.

Mostly you used it for world ending events that you could see occuring or for terror attacks.

One time you had reached into the future and made sure that a dog would not run away from a little girl on the sidewalk because if he had gotten loose the result was nuclear war between America and Russia.

“[Y/n]. Earth to [Y/n].” You shook herself out of the vision to see a fuzzy Clint standing in front of you.

“Hey, Clint, what’s up?” You asked, trying to block out the timelines that were edging into your sight.

The Man who never misses looked concerned as he spared a glance around the room. You were sitting on the couch in the common room, since most everyone was out on a mission.

“I wanted to ask you for a favor. I know you don’t like doing small things,”

I put my hand up to stop Clint, “Look, Clint, whatever it is, happened for a reason. I don’t change things that have already happened.”

Clint got down on his knees and you swore you saw tears in his eyes. “This one time, please [Y/n]. My little girl is really sick and the doctors say there is nothing to be done for her. It was my mistake, I took her to Africa for her birthday and she caught a bug. Please.”

Sighing, you let his daughter’s timeline come into view. Like always, it was a distorted mess, that you slowly sorted out. You saw Clint arrive at the farm. Heard the shrieks of joy from his kids. Saw the loving kiss he gave to Laura, his wife. Fast forward and you saw the trip to Africa, you saw the daughter as she got bit by a strange bug. Saw her progressively get sicker and sicker. You went to her future timeline and saw that she would die in a week. You saw the funeral and Clint’s downfall into alcohol and eventual suicide from despair of losing his youngest kid.

Pushing the timeline away, you came back to your body in the present, Clint still on his knees in front of you, “Okay, I’ll change something, but just this once, Clint, because you’re family.”

Clint jumped up, smiling and hugged you, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Once he left the room, you brought back the timeline and changed it so that she never got bit by the bug, it was small enough that hopefully it would only alter her health in the present day.

You waited a full day before calling Clint who had gone back home, “Hey Clint, just wanted to check on your daughter.”

You knew Clint would probably not remember asking you for help, but he still answered with a chuckle, “She’s healthy as she can be, already begging me to take her back to Africa to see the elephants again.”

You smiled softly, “That’s amazing.” Hanging up you breathed out in relief, it hadn’t changed anything drastic in the present or the future, you could still see Clint’s timeline and it was okay now, no more alcohol or suicide threateningly imminent in his life.

Suddenly FRIDAY Spoke up “Miss [Y/n], the team is back from their mission, you said you wished to informed as soon as they docked.”

“Thanks FRIDAY.” You said to the AI, rushing out of the room towards the loading dock where the quinjet was powering down.

You always tried your hardest to ignore the team’s timelines when they were on missions because watching what was and could be happening when you weren’t there gave you too much anxiety.

Steve was the first to spot you, “Hey everyone, it’s our favorite time lord!” He joked.

You punched his arm, “Do you even know the TV show you’re referencing?” You teased back. Steve kept his smile, shaking his head.

You walked up to Natasha, you had grown close to the ex assassin since joining the Avengers, she had become a sort of protective sister to you.

“Hey, Nat, how are you?”

Natasha, normally bubbly around you, grimaced as she held an arm to her side, “Been better [Y/n].”

You frowned, immediately rushing to hold up the red head while walking into the tower, “Do we need to go to the med bay? What happened?”

Natasha sighed as you lowered her on the couch, sitting beside her, “The Hydra base was active, and one of them shot me, but I think the bullet was infused with something because...well, take a look.”

When she pulled up her shirt to show you the bullet hole, you almost threw up. The skin around the wound was turning an ugly green and black color and blistering.

“Natasha...We need to go to medical….Now!” You frantically pulled on her arm. But she seemed to be disinterested in your frantic behaviour.

“It’s okay [Y/n]. I knew I would end up dying at some point. I just want to relax and watch Friends with my little sister, please.” She looked up at you, her green eyes clear and resolved with her fate.

You knelt in front of her, morbidly realizing that you were now in the same position that Clint had been in just a day before. “I can’t let you die Nat! I can’t ! I won’t!”

Natasha’s eyes widened as she saw you [E/c] eyes grow hazy, “[Y/n]! Don’t! You don’t know what this will affect!”

As Natasha’s timeline crowded into your vision, you managed to mutter, “It doesn’t matter, Nat. You matter.” Before becoming completely absorbed in the complicated web that was Natasha’s past and future life.

As of right now, you could see that she would die in a matter of hours, the gun having been poisoned. Swimming backwards into her past, you saw the mission scene play out in front of you.

Almost like it was happening right in front of you, you saw the Hydra agent sneak around the corner and fire off a bullet towards Natasha who was fighting five other agents.

That was when you stepped in, You changed the trajectory of the bullet slightly, and when you played the scene, you watched it pierce one of the Hydra agents instead of Natasha. You followed the timeline up to the present to make sure she still got home before pulling out of the timeline.

You shook your head to clear up your vision slightly from the other timelines that were clamoring for attention, turning your gaze to Natasha.

She still sat in front of you, but this time, her suit was clean of blood and she didn’t look sickly.

“Hey, Nat...Do you remember..?” You asked softly. Not knowing if she would remember her alternate timeline or not.

Natasha’s green eyes pierced yours and you saw anger there, “Did you do that? I have a strange feeling that I should be dead by now, but yet, I don’t remember being shot. Was that bullet that ended up shooting the agent who was on my back meant for me?”

You stood your ground, well, your knees, as you placed hands on Natasha’s knees, trying to get her to understand, “You were about to die, I couldn’t let that happen. The world needs you, I need you. You’re family.”

Natasha stormed up standing, you following her as you rose more hesitant to your feet, “You Shouldn’t mess with fate that much [Y/n]! If I was dying, then you should have let me die! Who knows what you changed now! We could all die tomorrow thanks to your meddling!”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you listened to Natasha’s yells. She was right, but how were you supposed to let the one person you saw as blood family die when you had the ability to prevent it.

“I won’t apologize Natasha. I’m not sorry I saved you.” You whispered when she stopped ranting to take a breath. You turned and walked out of the common room, shoulders deflated because even though you had saved her, you knew you had lost her trust.

You spent the next week carefully watching the team’s timelines. Watching out for anything that seemed out of the ordinary or odd. Soon enough you were on edge from being so paranoid.

Natasha had been avoiding you, but you never regretted saving her, her timeline was the only one you knew for sure about. But you never told anyone that, because you wanted them to live their life. Even if you knew that Natasha would fall in love with Bucky all over again and get married in five years.

“Team bonding night! What could be better?” Tony was already buzzed as everyone filed into the common room. You went straight to the couch, trying not to show your hurt when Natasha stood up from her spot and walked over to stand by Steve.

Wanda looked over at you with sympathetic eyes, but you knew she didn’t know the whole story unless she read Natasha’s mind. Wanda had learned very early on to never enter you mind. The timelines were too strong and when she had done it upon first meeting you, she had gone into a full blown panic attack and had destroyed half the tower before Vision could calm her down.

Of course, you had warned her against it, having already seen it, but you knew, just like the timeline showed, that she would ignore you warning and go ahead. Now she was one of your most ardent defenders and spoke out against anyone who called you a freak or wanted you locked up because they thought you played ‘God’ with your powers.

“Alright, what’s on the agenda first? Steve, you choose.” Tony stumbled over to Steve, slinging one arm around him, his other hand holding whiskey precariously.

You giggled as a bit of Tony’s timeline came into focus for a moment. He would end up drunk sleeping in one of his avenger suits tonight.

Steve seemed to think hard for a moment, “Truth or dare?”

Bucky groaned from his spot on a beanbag chair, “Really punk? That lame ass game?”

That seemed to encourage Steve as a smile flew across his face, “Got a problem Buck? Afraid you might be dared something embarrassing or told to reveal your darkest desires?”

Bucky scoffed, swirling some asgardian liquor that Thor had left behind from his last visit, “Not even close punk. I’m like you, I never run from a fight.”

Tony interrupted their little competition, “Okay! I’ll start, Natasha, Truth or Dare?”

The redhead turned a bored expression to the drunk billionaire, “Truth Tony, always Truth.”

Tony giggled and hiccuped as he stumbled to a seat next to you on the couch, “Then I truth you to tell us why you are mad at [Y/n].”

You froze, having not seen this in the timelines before. As Nat opened her mouth to respond, you got sucked into a timeline without warning.

“Steve!” Bucky cried out, clutching the lifeless hand of his friend. You watched in horror as Steve’s blood pooled on the floor of the avengers tower.

“You did this! You!” Bucky stood up, fire in his eyes as he stormed over to Tony. Tony was wearing one of his suits, his helmet up in a look of shock as his blaster pointed at Steve still.

“I didn’t...It wasn’t...I.”

“You’ll pay for killing him!” Bucky threw a punch with his metal arm, landing a blow on Tony’s face before Tony put his helmet back on and flew out of the way.

“Barnes, calm down, Tony didn’t think the blaster was working.” That came from Natasha. Who was currently laying on the ground, a hand pressed to her side.

You gagged, tears flowing down your cheek as you saw that half of her torso was gone, the edges burnt. Presumably from the blasters of Tony’s suit.

“Calm down!? Calm down?! My best friend was just killed, you’re missing part of your stomach and you want me to calm down while he gets off scott free? No way!”

From where he floated above the group you heard Tony’s voice from inside the suit, “Why are we fighting each other when the real enemy is [Y/n]? They kept playing god and look where it’s gotten us? Killing each other? And for what? Their sick mind pleasure?”

Bucky nodded, grim. You continued to watch, horror growing as you saw Bucky wheel you in from where you were tied to a char, mouth gagged. “You are the one who caused all this. And it’s time we ended it for good.”

You instinctively closed your eyes as Tony fired up his blaster in your direction.

“[Y/n]? [Y/n]!” You blinked and pulled away from the hands on your shoulders, frantically crawling backwards. It took a moment for you to realize that everyone was still very much alive and that you were not dead. Furthermore, you were no longer on the couch but instead on the floor with a very concerned Steve crouching in front of you with an equally concerned Natasha standing behind him.

Steve’s blue eyes caught yours, you could see your own panic mirrored in them, “[Y/n]...Did you just see a timeline?”

You could only nod as tears flooded down your face. That triggered Natasha to rush down to your height and wrap an arm around you, “Hey, it’s okay, we’re okay.” She murmured.

Ignoring the tension and anger that had surrounded the pair of you for the past week, you turned and pushed your face against her side, tears soaking her shirt. “It was horrible. The future. It’s….It’s….”

You pushed your eyes up to look at everyone who was standing with varying looks of concern and shock on their faces, “You guys don’t hate me right? You don’t think I try to play God? Right? I just am trying to do the best I can, and live my life with the abilities that I have.”

Your voice came out weak and strained.

Tony was the first to speak up, “of course we don’t hate you [Y/n]. Why would you think that?”

Wanda placed a hand on your shoulder as her accent helped calm your nerves a bit, “I would never think you played God. With what goes on in your head every day, I’m surprised you can even play human well enough to talk.”

You caught flashes of the timeline in the edges of your vision and you cringed at the blaster piercing your heart.

You crawled up on your knees and gripped Natasha’s hands in yours, “Remember when you came home from that mission and you said it felt like you should be dead?”

Natasha nodded as she thought back to the strange sensation she felt sitting on the couch with you last week.

You kept going, tears drying as you voice sped up in urgency, “You were supposed to die, You got shot by a Hydra agent and the bullet was poisoned, you were hours away from dying but I went back into your timeline and changed the trajectory of the bullet. You warned me of the consequences of changing the past, which I was aware of, but I ignored you. Now it seems that fate is changing all of our timelines as punishment.”

Steve spoke up, his Captain voice leaking in a bit, “[Y/n], What are you talking about? What did you see in that timeline?”

I looked up at the ceiling, not letting go of Natasha as I told them, “I saw you guys fighting. I saw Steve dead,” Steve flinched and shot a look at Bucky who looked murderous, “I saw Natasha lying in a puddle of blood,” Natasha squeezed your hand, “And then I saw Tony kill me, after you all agreed that I was the problem.”

“What the fuck Tony!?” Natasha jumped up, ignoring your hands as you tried to keep her with you. She got up and pushed Tony, who was sobering up quickly at your confession.

“What!? I Don’t hate her and I certainly wouldn’t kill her intentionally!” He shouted back.

“Then why would she see it?” Steve spoke up, his voice calm but deadly.

You started to hyperventilate, the timeline was happening in the present. There was nothing you could do to stop it.

Except. A thought entered your mind and wouldn’t let go. It was dangerous, and you had only tried it once before, but it might be the only way to stop this from happening.

“Try me Barnes, I dare you.” Tony threatened as Bucky raised an arm to him. Tony reached for his watch that would call his armor to him.

You jumped, grabbing on to Natasha and concentrating on the time. Everything stopped. Frozen. Except for you and Natasha.

“What the fuck just happened..?” Natasha whispered to herself as she stared into the unblinking eyes of Bucky and Tony.

You shook her arm, not letting go, to get her attention, ‘Natasha, we have to act quickly, I don’t know how much longer I can hold this.”

Natasha turned to you, green eyes wide, “How are you doing this? I didn’t know you could do this.”

“I can’t for long, that’s why we need to move. I’m going to take you back into your timeline. You know about the bullet now, and if I don’t intervene and you just move so that the bullet doesn’t hit you, it should change the outcome of what is currently happening which is the death of you and Steve and the disassembly of the avengers.”

You gestured around you at your frozen teammates. Natasha shared a look with you, “Don’t forget your death.”

You shook your head, a small smile on your face, “My death would be a blessing, but this isn’t the way I want it to happen. So let’s go back to that mission, shall we?” And with that, you flew through your mind, the scenery around you and Natasha flying by like a movie in rewind, back to the Hydra bunker.

“Okay Nat. I’m going to let go of you, and time will resume. Remember, you have to jump out of the way of the bullet, I can’t mess with the timeline again. Hopefully when I see you again in the common room, we will be playing truth or dare carelessly and getting drunk with Tony.” You spoke fast, the strain of freezing time taking its toll.

Natasha caressed your cheek, her eyes soft, “I know I was mad at you before for messing with my timeline, but I just want to say I’m so happy you’re in my life. I’m so glad to call you my sister.”

You smiled back at her, “Thank you Natasha. I love you too. Now, go.” And with that, you let go of her wrist.

You felt a snap in your mind as you were flung back to your present time.

“Truth Tony, Always truth.” The bored voice of Natasha rang in your ears. You blinked away the remnants of the past timelines and focused on what was happening around you.

Tony was sitting on the couch next to you, swirling his whiskey in his glass as he drunkenly laughed, “Okay I truth you to tell us who you like.”

A smile formed on your lips as you watched Natasha blush and glance at Bucky who looked shocked, his glass of asgardian liquor halfway to his lips, staring back at Nat.

You let the timelines come into focus for a moment, and sighed in relief. The timelines were back to normal. Natasha and Bucky would get married in the future, Tony would end up drunk in his iron man suit tonight, and the avengers would stay together as a family.

“[Y/n], Truth or dare?”

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answering tumblr survey questions late at night like the 13 year old i am deep in my heart

Has anyone ever made fun of your taste in music? Probably. Usually just fun, teasing little things. If anyone was actually salty about my taste in music, I think they need to work on themselves.

What’s your favorite season of the year? I love the fall.

Do you have pop-tarts in your house right now? Oh my god I haven’t had a pop-tart in fucking FOREVER. Now I want one. I crave one.

Is anyone’s birthday coming up? SYDNEY’S omg it’s in like three weeks i am so beyond excited.

Does someone owe you over twenty dollars? THE BANK. DAMN YOU RBC AND YOUR FUCKING RECONCILIATION COST THAT WASN’T A RECONCILIATION. I’m salty.

Do you remember who you liked in grade eight? Trevor Kwan. I totally still would, tbh.

When was the last time you burned any part of your body? Literally this morning I burned a solid layer of my skin off of my index and middle fingertips by accidentally grabbing my flatiron while it was on.

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? No sir.

Are you dressing up for Halloween this year? Of course!! That’s a long way off but I plan on having a bangin’ body by then so I will definitely be dressing up. I want to be Princess Peach.

Have you ever called somebody dollface? I hope not. I’m sorry to anyone I’ve called dollface.

If I gave you ten dollars, what would you spend it on? I would spend it on gas money because my car is on empty.

Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? LOL. Imagine if my answer was, “yeah? I do all the time?”

What are you most excited about right now? A very big life trajectory that I have randomly and passionately decide to throw myself towards. That’s vague but I don’t want to be too specific in case it doesn’t end up working out. But I am infinitely excited about it.

Does / did either of your parents serve in the military? No.

Are you somewhat of a perfectionist? I used to be and somewhere along the way, realized that you never really get the recognition you crave for being a perfectionist and you can accomplish lots of things without all the nit-picking anxiety of perfectionism and I lost my edge.

Do you like sour candy? I fucking LOVE sour candy.

Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Japan.

What do you do to stay awake when you’re tired? Coffee coffee coffee.

Are all nighters something you have grown used to? I have never once been able to pull an all-nighter. I don’t know what it is.

Do you usually wear sunglasses when you’re driving? No, and I probably should. I’m always squinting goddamn.

Do you wear your shoes around the house? I totally do and I’ll bet my roommates think it’s weird and annoying but it’s just a habit lawllllll I don’t even know where it came from.

Is there ever a time that you enjoy cold showers? In the summertime.

What clothes are you most comfortable in? Black tights, casual mini dress.

Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? Syd.

What has changed most about you in the past year? My plan for my future career and life, my mental and emotional wellbeing, my level of independence from my parents.

Are you good at painting nails? No. I suck because I never wear nail polish.

Smoothies or slushies? Smoothies.

Are you good at filling silence in awkward situations? I am AWFUL AT THIS. Seriously so bad. And yet I always try. At work when I am serving tables, I try to fill those gaps with the worst little quips and jokes and sometimes it just sucks so badly.

Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? HELL no I’d rather rot in the ground.

Elaborate on a way you have volunteered? Um literally this morning doing research at the CSHC on sexual education and consent education policies for senior citizens in assisted living facilities and particularly whether or not dementia patients can consent to sex. :)

Do you use a full length mirror daily? Oh yeah honey. I’m super vain.

Can you walk in heels, or do you feel awkward in them? I love to wear heels though I am a bit awkward in them.

Any TV shows you sit down weekly to watch? The Bachelor!!!! And America’s Next Top Model.

Does anybody know about your sex life other than your partners? Literally all of my close friends.

Even if you don’t like politics, do you still have opinions on the issues? I think not having an opinion on politics is impossible! I have a lot of opinions that are still kind of shifting and making themselves known and negotiating themselves in my head.

Are you one to sneak food into movie theaters? Always.

Will you tell someone if there’s something in their teeth? Always.

Do you ever actually make your bed? Sometimes. It makes my room look a lot more put together.

Do you make an effort to eat healthy? Ugh no. Well, I go through phases.

How are things between the person you like / love / are with? We are dancing around the topic of actually going on a real deal date by texting all the time and flirting about innocuous things. So it isn’t really existent at the moment but it’s enough for me because it’s lighthearted and fun.

Where did you sleep last night? Right here.

The last time you kissed someone, what color of shirt were they wearing? No idea. Can’t remember.

What year do / did you graduate? 2012 in high school, 2017 for my undergrad.

What kind of booze did you last take shots of? Something at Ranchman’s the other night. Spiced rum, maybe? Porn stars? I don’t fucking know.

What’s something you want to purchase next time you’re at the mall? DRESSES

Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? HAHA yes. Fun times.

If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Bon Iver.

If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? DUDE. A million dollars all the way. You know I’d never be thinking about that regret again cause I’d be too busy yachting in the Mediterranean with all of my close friends.

Are you taller than your mom? Yeah yeah yeah.

Have you ever been around someone who was high? Lmao. Many times.

Do you prefer to take your showers at night or in the morning? In the morning. I HATE sleeping with wet hair.

Think back to June. Were you in a relationship? Not officially but hookings ups were happening.

What’s so special about what you’re wearing? Absolutely nothing.

Do you have any ‘naughty’ photos on your phone? HAHA yes. Yes I do.

Could you handle living with a male roommate? I think it’d be a little weird. I love living with fellow girls. Unless it was one of my close guy friends.

What were you doing at 10:00 this morning? I was at the Calgary Sexual Health Centre volunteering ~

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? Because we don’t speak anymore and we don’t have anything to say to one another.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Yes.

What do you miss the most about your past? Having a better body, a more physically active life, and having lots of really special intimacy all the time.

When is the next time you will kiss someone? Hopefully very soon.

Has anyone taken their shirt off in front of you? oh yeah.

Plan on getting drunk or high tonight? LOL no.

In the past week, have you cried hysterically? Nope! Not once. Can’t remember the last time I cried.

Do you think you’ll actually live a happy life with somebody? Yes I do!

Are you on birth control? Yes.

Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Not last night but the night before, yes.

Last time you were really happy? Honestly? Right now!!!!! It has been so long since I’ve actually felt this good about myself and my life.

Do you tend to fall for players? I don’t even know how to answer this question. No. But sort of.

Why aren’t you in ‘love’ with your last ex? For many many many reasons.

Have you ever asked a boy for advice? Of courseeeeeee I have boys aren’t all useless

Are you wrapped in a blanket? I am literally wrapped like a burrito in TWO blankets right now how’d you know?

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Lmfao god no me and Sydney stayed up with my work friends until like midnight and then I had to be up early to get ready for volunteering it was a heinous lack of sleep night

Have you spoken to your mother today? Father? Just via texts.

What is the last medicine you consumed? My birth control a few days ago.

What’s something you really want right now, be honest? To be alone with a certain someone and be able to finally make a move on him. To succeed on an application I just submitted.

Do you have any plans for the weekend? I’m working Friday night, getting drunk with Connor on Saturday night, and working Sunday night.

Will your next kiss be a mistake? I don’t really care.

What’s your mood? I’m content :)

What did you do yesterday? Yesterday was my day off so I slept in, woke up and went to Wal-Mart and bought us a new shovel and shovelled our walk. And then I went to a gym and bought a membership cause like wow I really need to get this body back in motion here. And then I went home and napped a bit and then I went to the grocery store and bought snacks to prepare for my guests who came over later and we all just hung out for hours.

Want someone back in your life? Lol. One certain person but it’s just... not gonna happen and I realize that and it sucks but it’s also my fault and a direct result of a specific choice I made like two years ago so whatever.

What are you excited for? Next weekend staying in Kananaskis with some hopefully new friends, Valentine’s day dinner with Ali, Sydney’s birthday!

Do you find it hard to trust others? Not anymore.

Can you honestly say you’re okay right now? Hell yeah.

Are you a jealous person? Hell yeah.

Would you go in public looking like you do right now? I’ve gone out in public looking much worse.

Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? There’s a few.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Nope.

Missing someone you shouldn’t be? Nope.

Have you ever been heartbroken? Yes.

Would you ever become a vegetarian? LOL I tried once and literally started having dreams about meat.

Do you have nice eyes? I have been told that before and I really love my eyes.

When was the last time you smiled? Now.

What’s your relationship with the person you last texted? He is my coworker, my friend, and Sara’s younger brother.

Are you hot or cold right now? I’m hot.

What time did you wake up this morning? Ughhh like 7:45am it was brutal.

Do you have a bad temper? Yessss yes I do.

Do you think you’ll be married in 10 years? Oh man I hope so.

Do you care if people hate you? LOL okay I used to really really really care but I’ve honestly kind of stopped caring about being likeable to every person because I’ve realized that REALLY, when a person “hates” you how much time are they actively spending thinking about you and thinking about all your flaws? Probably not that much.

Has a song ever made you cry? Lmao many times I am a sucker for sad, beautiful music.

Does anyone love you? Yes!!! Lots of people.

Where will you be 12 hours from now? Probably in this bedroom getting ready to go to the gym cause I have my “free personal training session” plz KILL ME.

Is it easy for people to make you smile? Sometimes. If I’m in the right mood.

Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Noooo.

Have you ever gotten in a car by yourself with people you just met? Well... every time I’ve taken a taxi.

Last person to kiss you on the head? My ex.

Do you ever get good morning texts from anyone? On occasion. They make me happy.

What were you doing friday night? I went to the Dierks Bentley concert with Steven and Amanda, and then met up with Sara, Cayley, Harper, Alex and Brad at Ranchman’s afterwards and we fucking danced and took shots and had a wild evening.

If you could see one person right now, who would it be? OLLIE

Would you rather choose truth or dare while playing “truth or dare”? Truth. I like knowing what people want to know about me.

Do you like to hold or be held? Be held plz.

Has anyone made you feel like crap lately for something they did? Nope.

Where did you last sleep other than your own bed? My old bedroom at my parents’ place - HAHA boring. And before that, Ali’s bed!

Who was the last person to send you a text message? Alex.

Ever kissed a Jessica, Rachel, Susan, or Zoe? Don’t think so.

Do you feel comfortable with answering personal questions? Yeah.

Is there something you wish you could tell someone but can’t? Not realllllyyyyy? I wish I could tell someone that I miss them and wish they were available lol but they’re not. I wish I could tell someone that our friendship is never going to work and that’s okay. I wish I could tell my one friend she’s going to be alright.

Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning person.

Are you a mean person? Honestly I kinda am. I have a bit of a mean spirit.

What was your last voice mail and who was it from? Oh god I don’t remember. There were a few weeks where I was getting tons of voicemails from insurance people, car people, bank people. It was annoying. I deleted them all.

When was the last time you cried? Maybe my car accident?

Is something wrong with you right now? Nope :)

What are you listening to? Nothing. Silence. It’s very peaceful.

You find out your ex is having a kid with someone you don’t like, you say? A KID? Dear god. I’d be terrified for him. Kids are a whole new level.

Could you last in a relationship for over a year? Happily.

Do you remember the name of your first school you ever went to? Alvin Buckwold Elementary.

Tomorrow is? BRUNCH. GYM WORKOUT. CLOSING AT WORK.

What were you doing at 12:00am last night? I was rolling around on an air mattress and me and Sydney were gonna have a sleepover on it in our living room.

When was the last time you completely broke down? Lol idk somewhere a few days after New Year’s Eve.

Are you lying to yourself about something? Nope. I stopped doing that.

What’s your middle name? Ashley.

#personal #a lot of boring questions

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