#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE TIME DOODLE AND M A Y B E I'D ELABORATE ON IT FURTHER

[nebuladreamz]

Future Starlit Skies scene, something something you get to have a moment with Moon

Bonus:

[chifuyusfingers]

Im obsessed with ur coloring in the boys tattoos works!! Could you do the reverse? Where they color in yours? With whoever u want!

~Tokyo revengers members Coloring Their S/O Tattoos.~

Mikey | Draken | Baji | Chifuyu

{Heya! I didn't put much into it but I hope you like it! And thank you though!}

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M i k e y

You had no hesitation letting him color your tattoos. “Have fun, babe.” You pinched your cheek and relaxed under the big tree you were both sitting under. Today you had thrown all your plans away just to be with mikey all day.

The wings on your forearm was now stained in hues of purple and green with accents of yellow. “So, besides today, how have you been lately?” Your gaze swayed from him to the inside of your eyelids as you were drifting to sleep slowly. “Okay, I suppose. School is annoying.” He laughed and your heart twinged with love.

You chuckled and looked down at your arm. "Mikey you done?" All you could hear was just a "hm".

“Let’s just rest for a little bit I'm tired.” You pushed the markers into the grass and your arm wrapped itself around his waist as you pulled him down and into your side. Mikey couldn’t fight it as his ear was filled with the sound of your mellowing heartbeat. Your fingers danced in his hair till you knew he was fast asleep.

You stayed awake just looking at his angelic features as the sight of your multi-colored arm shifted your focus. It was so meaningless to him but you loved it as you knew that it came from his heart and mind.

It was him– perfect.

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B a j i

“Y/n! ” Baji called as he stepped into the large house. “I believe she's in the gazebo or her office, Mr.” One of the worked associates greeted baji at the front door. He grabbed the bags from baji's arms as he started walking. He was off towards the back of the house to find his fiancee.

“Y/n-!” he called as he rounded the corner of the house and into the back yard. The gazebo was empty. He stopped and stared for a moment. He was sure that this is where she'd be.

“Up here, my love.” A voice said as he looked up to see Y/n at her office balcony. “Hey there” he waved as your eyes squinted in a smile. “How was your day out?” you asked as you brought your teacup up to your lips. “It was okay~I have something to show you!” he called and held up a small shopping bag in his large hand. “I’ll be right up!” he raced back into the house and up the stairs to where you already stood waiting for him in the doorway to your office.

“What’s so amazing that you found today?” your eyebrow raised and he opened the bag quickly. “But first-” You interrupted you as you grabbed his face gently and gave him a passionate kiss. “What’s this for?” he asked as he continued to stare at your face lovingly. “Just happy to see you is all.” You smiled.

“Now, show mee.” he motioned to one of his hands that was stuck in the bag he held. He was brought back to reality and pulled the plastic package out of the bag.

“…Markers?” you asked and your tone of voice made him laugh. “Not just any markers. They’re tattoo markers. They’re safe for the skin.” He corrected you and you rolled your eyes. “You’re still on this?” You asked with an amused expression. “Of course I am! This was the deal and my love for you is way too much so.” he said shoving them into your hands so you could inspect the box.

You read the back and you had to admit he was right.

“You said I could color your tattoos IF I found tattoo markers. Safe for the skin and everything!” You knew he did it and that you had to hold up your part of the deal. “Okay fine.” You sighed as you handed the package back. “Yay! Beautiful Thank you!” He jumped and laid a gentle kiss on your nose.

“We can do it later before dinner.” You agreed.

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“Finally! You take forever.” He sighed as you moved your sunglasses up your nose. The grass tickled your bare legs as baji sat next to you. “I couldn’t help it. Chifuyu that jackass didn’t want to hang up the phone.” he stood on his knees and moved behind you. His hands gently rubbed your shoulders as your head fell in an exasperated manner.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Y/n. But, I called you out here for the deal. Not a massage.” You whined as you flopped down on the grass, your t-shirt lifting on your back.

“If this stains, I will make sure to throw out all color in your life. Your life will be a dull kaleidoscope-” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you big baby.” He laughed and opened his pouch full of the tattoo markers.

He lifted the back of your shirt more till the full picture was revealed. A dragon with demons following was the full picture- a dark reality…that he were going to make colorful. What can he do he loves your tattoos so much.

He sat on his lower back and got to work filling in the different parts of the dragon. Every once in awhile you would spasm and try to make him mess-up. Yet, with a slight tug on your hair, you would become limp and obedient again.

“I’m almost done.” Was the phrase that almost made you weep with joy. “Finally.” You let it slip and you felt a tug on your hair again. “Ow.” You rubbed your head. You could feel him draw and move the felt-tipped weapons on his back.

“Finished.” He cheered and grabbed his phone to take a picture. He showed it to you and ombre scaled decorated the dragon with the demon’s faces were colored red and blue. It looked nice. You saw a couple of smiley faces hidden in there and felt like everything looked complete.

“Okay, my turn now!” You yelled and grabbed his arm. You struggled and pulled him to the ground and grabbed the black marker that was in his hand. “Y/n, no.” he said strictly. “This wasn’t apart of the deal.” He expressed. “Excuse me? Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese.” Your english rambled off quickly from your tongue. He decided to just deal with it as you took your time drawing a mustache on his face along with random doodles you could think of.

You finally stopped your antics and took a picture with your phone to look at afterward. “You look so cute, look!” You pulled up the picture and shoved it in his face. “I look gross man!” He ridiculed but you wrapped him up in your arms quickly,

“My gross man.”

D r a k e n

You were on your period and hell you were pissed, your mood swings were just making the situation more shitty.

Draken on the other hand was just trying to help you but every now and then you'd snap at him for absolute no reason. "Oi, can you stop whining for once?"

He said with pretty much no emotion at all. And that's all it took for you to break down in tears.

Draken was taken aback, "babe hey, hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that please stop crying- I". “Wanna play tic-tac-toe?” He asked and you looked around, surprised he was asking. “Um-” He didn’t wait for an answer and grabbed your legs– pulling you closer to where he sat.

Draken took the permanent markers out which was on the floor for god knows why. You wiped the rest of your tears and grabbed the orange marker out of his hand. He lifted the sleeve of his long shirt and created the grid in black ink. “Wanna go first?” He asked and you took the opportunity to land an 'X’ in the grid.

“Fine. You win this tournament. But, I know I’ll win next time.” You said laying back and closing his eyes.

The bottom of your shirt lifted and he could see the familiar black ink on your side. “Stop staring at me like that, pervert. I have rights.” You pulled your shirt down and he let a laugh rip through your chest.

“Chill. I was just looking at your tattoo.” He said and you shrugged. “What about 'em?” You asked as his eyes closed once more. “Nothing. Just looking,” he sighed, “I wanted to be a tattoo artist before all of this.” One eye peeked open and you looked suspiciously at his figure. “Are you any good?"

Draken just chuckled at your question.

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“Give me one!” You lifted the side of your shirt and waited patiently.

He shrugged, finding nothing else better to do. You already had black ink staining your skin so he decided to add on. It was another simple dragon but it fit your character and personality perfectly.

Time seemed to slow as you tried to take a sneak peek of the masterpiece he were currently working on. You planned to take a picture later and get it done, yet, it would have to be in secret.

All of a sudden, the bedroom door popped open. “Welcome back to Earth.” Mikey greeted. He capped the marker and helped you up.

"Why are you here" You asked while getting up, "Rude Y/n Chan, I'm still gonna answer your question though POLITELY, Ken-chin called us here so that we can go on a short trip or something to make your day better. Right ken-chin". Mikey looked over at draken, "Right whatever, can we go now?" He looked over at you for your response and all you did was kissed his neck because of your damn height and tagged along behind Mikey.

“Woah. You got a new tattoo?” Hina said as she lifted up your shirt and you shooed her hands away.

“Eventually.”

C h i f u y u

"I GONNA THROW UP ON YOU WITH ALL MY MIGHT IF YOU TRY TO GET NEAR MY TATTOOS MISTER " You exclaimed loudly as he started following you like a lost puppy around the kitchen, where you were busy making your 'grilled cheese'.

"Babe C'mom little color won't hurt and it's not like I'm trying to bite your tattoos off-". " See, there you said it, you're exactly gonna bite my tattoos off" Chifuyu sighed having enough of your nothings, he suddenly back hugged you, you can feel his large hands wrapped around your hip.

"What do you think you're doing?". You asked as you turned around to see his face,

"If you're not gonna let me color your tattoos then I prefer to stick with you like a koala, and you sure as hell know I ain't letting go." Chifuyu said and you eventually gave up because you knew nothing will change even if you don't agree with fuyu.

So now here you are sitting on chifuyu's lap as he continued to color the wallflower on your shoulder. "You done?". "Hold on a minute babe it's almost over, -All done" Chifuyu replied.

You sat up and started making your way to the mirror to see what he actually did " Y/N!!! Wait" chifuyu voice said and you turned around to see your boyfriend running over to you.

"Wha-", before you could finish your sentence he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. "The actual fuck chifuyu, what did you do! PUT ME DOWN YOU ASS"

"It's just better if you don't see it ya know, and I'll make sure you don't see it until I leave" Chifuyu chuckled quietly as he continued making his way to your bedroom.

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[brelione]

Dating Kiara Carrera Alphabet

A- Apple pie. It was before you guys had confirmed your relationship. She wanted you to meet her parents and the only way she could get them to agree to have you over is if you helped them bake apple pies. It didnt go to well since you cut your thumb on a can of filling and spilled flour on yourself. You and Kie didnt end up baking that day, instead laughing in the living room as you were supposed to be finding recipes.

B-Butterflies. Fun fact about Kie: she fucking loves butterflies. Its convenient that every summer a mini zoo comes around to OBX with lizards, snakes, llamas, goats and a little butterfly garden. You surprised her, telling her to wear her butterfly shirt for the date and taking tons of photos of her with butterflies on her fingertips.

C-Cool. It was before you two started dating. She had been interested first, trying her best to hide the blush on her cheeks whenever you were around or when your name was mentioned. “So what do you think of (Y/N)?” JJ had asked since he was the one to introduce you to his group. “Shes pretty cool.”Kiara giggled, glancing over at you.

D-Day dreaming. She often day dreamed about your future together, thinking about what kind of house you’d live in and the pets you’d have. She had a ton of doodles of house plans, lists of names for pets and made a pinterest board of ideas of how to decorate.

E-ethereal. She’s very creative with compliments and your favorite thing she calls you is her ethereal angel.

F-Fun. The entire relationship was based off of fun, hopping fences into abandoned buildings and going to the beach in the morning to check on turtle eggs.

G-Gifts. She’ll shower you with random gifts. A new bathing suit, a bracelet she made, stickers, a reusable water bottle.

H-Horoscopes. She’ll send you your daily horoscope every single morning.

I- “I love you.” “Do you really?” “Yes.” “How much?” “Like….the amount the world owes in debt times four.” “I love you more.”

J-Jupiter. Jupiter is her favorite planet so you’re always prepared to hear her alien theories at two in the morning.

K- Kisses. She loves kissing your nose. She doesnt really know why but its her favorite part of your face.

L- “Loser.” “Love you too, Kie.”

M- Mommy kink. 

N- Neighborhood. She has to give you a whole tour of her neighborhood because every single kook mansion looks the same. “I’ll put a colorful rock at the end of the driveway so you know its mine.”She grinned.

O- “Of course im sure that I love you, the fuck?”

P-Pretty Girl by Clairo. No explanation needed.

R- Rain. Whenever its raining out the two of you either end up dancing on the beach as the rain drops drench you or you cuddle up in her bed and watch a movie on her laptop. Theres really no in between.

S-Sweater Weather. Most of the time you get into her car she has it playing and a grin on her face.

T-Thrift shopping. Ive said it before and i’ll say it again. Kie loves thrifting. She always finds the best clothes for any occasion.

U-Universe. You two often lay on a blanket on the beach, share a blunt and stare at the stars. “Hmm...do you think we’re soulmates?”She asked. You exhaled white smoke, a tired grin on your face. “Hell yeah, the universe put us together for a reason.”You replied.

W-Watch you sleep. It’s another song she plays a lot and you have fallen asleep next to her multiple times while the song plays on loop.

Y-Yogurt. It was three in the morning when she poked you in the side and asked you to come with her to make a yogurt bowl. You didnt know what she meant but you went with her anyways, watching as she grabbed two bowls and scooped vanilla yogurt into them before adding pineapple slides, cherries, mango chunks, strawberries and raspberries with a sprinkle of cinnamon. “This shit is good.”She told you, handing you the dish.

Z-Zodiac signs. When she first developed a crush on yous he demanded to know your whole birth chart to test compatibility.

@poguestyleskye   @jjtheangel @lovelyelinor @messuhp @outerbongs  @copper-boom  @httpstarkey @teenwaywardasgardian @deionswannabegirl​  @simonsbluee   @jiaraendgame  @khiaraaa-in-spacee  @on-socks-off  @abbiesthings @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless 

[aestheticdenki]

Butterflies- Tamaki Amajiki

You had a quirk where you could grow butterflies. It’s Tamaki’s favorite thing when you make them when your frightened.

Warnings- Tooth rotting fluff

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Tamaki Amajiki caught your attention from the moment you stepped foot into the classroom. His shy nature and sharp pointed ears were the cutest in your opinion. When you were introducing yourself, you accidentally made eye contact with him causing him to blush furiously and look away. The days following, you found yourself wanting to get to know him more than what the school tells you. You knew he was the top three and would soon be replaced by a younger promising student the moment he became a hero, be it underground or pro. Nejire was the first of the three to talk to you with Mirio following suit. They took a liking to you considering, you were like their other friend, reclusive. You were also the youngest of that class surprisingly but of course, switching from the other best school helps. Nobody even cared that you were an entire year younger.

“So were you recommended to Shiketsu Highschool? Is that why you are so young. Are you a daughter of a famous hero or two?” Well, everyone except Nejire. You knew it was her personal mission to find out everything about you and you didn’t mind. It felt nice to have someone want to know you. Setting down your pencil, you looked up at her expecting eyes. You stifled a scream when you saw Mirio popping up putting his clothes back (that Tamaki had to go get) on from using his quirk right next to you. “I was recommended to Shiketsu High when I was only ten due to my growing powers but they took me at twelve. I am not a daughter of a famous hero unfortunately. My mom and dad are both reclusive and scared of people.” While Nejire was talking, you resumed the paper you were filling out with a doodle of the Big Three in hero form. They couldn’t see it though, as you had it pulled closer to you at a weird angle.

“What are your powers?” You thought of how to explain it. Maybe you should just show them. A butterfly formed out of your wrist and flew around the classroom before landing on Tamaki’s nose and he smiled. Apparently, it was rare for him to smile so Nejire took a photo shoot. “So cute!” That startled the boy and the butterfly landed on your hand and disappeared. “So you have a butterfly quirk?” “Yes and no, I can deal with anything plant and bug related i.e growing, controlling, creating.” She smiled in delight. “I-I think I-it’s cool. I-I l-like the butterflies.” You couldn’t help but smile a little. Just the fact that he liked your butterflies made you feel a little better about your quirk. You were by far not the most confident person in your abilities. “What are you drawing? Can you show us?” Nejire pressed, not leaving any time for you to fawn over the boy with red cheeks. Slowly, you put the pad on the table and showed them the drawing of them. “I-I’m not that g-good so please d-don’t criticize me.” They offered you only good compliments and you sighed.

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Being a quiet person can be a curse and a blessing unless you were one of the big three. No one messes with you then. Since you weren’t part of the big three, you were getting picked on by the other classmates. You’ve become close with the ones everyone is pining for and that made you the easiest target. That is how you found yourself thrown on the ground with your sketches flying everywhere. “Oh look at these. These are all of the Big Three. Oh what is this?” The girl’s condescending voice made you feel small. She picked up the small stack of papers that hadn’t fallen out of your sketchbook. They were all of one person. “YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON TAMAKI?” She laughed in your face and you stuttered to come up with a response but nothing came out.

“B-B-But. But nothing. Stay away from them or else.” Tears in your eyes, you released vines out of your skin to grab the drawings. The girl pulled her hand back from the vine and cried out in pain when it wrapped around her wrist forcing her to drop the drawings. “You bi-” Her words were cut off by Mirio popping up in front of her, his smile never wavering despite being naked. It wasn’t long before she took off and he turned to you. You screamed and fell back into strong arms. Nejire handed Mirio his clothes while you were still being held by whoever had caught you. “A-Are you o-okay?” You shook your head. How could you be okay? Humiliation and embarrassment were all you felt, the tears in your eyes were long gone. Amajiki hugged you tighter and the other two joined in. You were their friend and they were going to protect you no matter how much it costs them.

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Your bully has been docile the past few weeks and you have been feeling better. On the other hand, your friends have just come back from their talk about hero work studies to class 1-A. Nejire and Mirio were as happy as ever but you noticed Tamaki looking glum. “What’s wrong with Tama?” Mirio explained how Amajiki couldn’t envision everyone as potatoes therefore got embarrassed and couldn’t talk the entire time. You watched silently and sympathetically as the nervous boy took a seat next to you. Feeling sad that they couldn’t cheer him up, Nejire and Mirio sat and watched him silently. No. You couldn’t watch your crush beat himself up over something he couldn’t control so you were going to do something about it. Taking his hand, you turned it over so that the back was in your palm and you hovered your other hand over it.

A butterfly formed in his hand. It had an indigo hue to it’s wings, almost the same color as his hair. You were confident in your decision until he looked up at you and just like that, you lost all your confidence. “Y-You said you l-liked butterflies s-so I wanted to c-cheer you up. I-I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have d-done that.” “T-Thank y-you.” He smiled and you did too. Cheering yourself up in your head, you watched as he played with the butterfly for a few minutes. Mirio nudged you, grinning. He knew your secret crush and he loved to tease you about it and push you to confess. “Mirio, no.” “______, yes.” God, you just wanted to smack him into next week. Luckily, he dropped it and moved onto something else Nejire was talking about and you went on watching Tamaki and the butterfly.

The bell rang signifying lunch. Everyone got up and raced towards the cafeteria leaving you behind in the dust. This time, you had to go alone because Principal Nezu and Aizawa wanted to talk to the Big Three. “Well. Well. Well. Look who doesn’t have her bodyguards.” Not again. “I saw that little stunt you pulled for Amajiki and it’s honestly pathetic. He doesn’t like you. Get over yourself.” She used her storm quirk to make it rain on you, drenching you from head to toe and anything you had with you which was the torn sketchbook she ripped the last time. All the pictures you drew would cease to exist anymore. You rushed to cover it to protect the pictures “Are you still drawing him!?” She grabbed the book and threw it on the floor causing it to flip open to a random page clear for everyone to see.

“Just give up and go away.” Your eyes stung with tears and you just let her hurl her insults at you. Why argue? They were all true. All of a sudden, the rain stopped and the girl didn’t move. She couldn’t. Aizawa had trapped her and canceled her quirk. At this point, your tears mixed with the water dripping from your hair. “Are you okay?” Mirio asked with seriousness in his tone. You looked up at him and saw Tamaki holding your sketchbook looking at the pictures. He wasn’t supposed to see them and your friends sure as hell weren’t supposed to see you getting bullied. “GO AWAY!” “We aren’t going to leave you alone right now.” You released vines as a shield and ran off to wherever your feet took you. “Amajiki…” Nejire’s voice was soft, far from her happy self. “I-I have to go.” They watched as the boy ran in the same direction you were knowing this was important.

He found you in an empty classroom crying, the plants around you growing at an alarming rate. Maybe it should be the Big Four, you’d make an excellent partner in battle. “________?” You looked up at him. Why is he here? “A-Are you here t-to make fun of m-my crush o-on you?” “N-No. I-I wouldn’t do t-that. I-I’m happy you h-have a crush o-on m-me.” Amajiki placed your sketchbook in your hands. “Y-You left this. I-I like your d-drawings of me.” “T-Thank you.” The two of you sat in silence. Thankfully, the plants stopped growing and returned to normal. “Y-You already know this b-but, I l-like you.” His eyes met yours and he smiled. “I-I like you t-too.” Tamaki quickly kissed your cheek. You yelped and released a butterfly. Hurriedly, you explained that because he kissed you, you got startled and created a butterfly. “W-Wait! E-Everytime I kiss you, y-you release b-butterflies?” You nodded. “I-I might have t-to kiss you m-more.”

[moonlightselfships]

They had a nice day...

So yeah! It’s my boy Lemres’ birthday today! So now’s a better time than ever to do a lot of doodles for my selfship with him! I suppose none of it (Besides m a y b e the second one because cakey) is related to his birthday, but I just wanted to draw the two having a good day together. Just two Puyo dorks being gay together. What’s not to love?

(Also if you understand the reference in the third one you get a free cookie.)

[argylemikewheeler]

Can we PLEASE get YOUR t r a c k b y t r a c k e m o t i o n a l j o u r n e y (WE DON’T MIND THE SPAM ESPECIALLY NOT FROM THE BYLER KING)

alright so i listened to blue neighborhood and wanted to create a full byeler fic-ish thing from it so. here we go, Part ONE/Will’s half of the track by track ft. the anon who inspired this:

WILD [Anon said: “dying because high school Byler”]

Never knew loving could hurt this good

Will can’t stop thinking about Mike. And it’s stupid, he knows. He’s eighteen years old and is applying to colleges and planning the rest of his life… but keeps only seeing Mike in it. They both told each other they’d leave Hawkins together, one way or another. Mike meant so Will never had to leave alone, but Will meant because he wanted Mike in the rest of his life, not just in hidden bursts between classes.

Will sits in class and doodles a couple– some��happy couple– in the margins of his chem notes. They hold hands and they are always smiling. Someone asks Will if one of them is supposed to be him. He always says no. It can’t be. He hasn’t smiled like that in a while. Sure, he does when he’s in private with Mike, when they know they’re alone and unafraid. But that smile always fades when the bell rings and Mike grabs his bag and starts running again. Will wonders if he’s ever going to stop.

BITE [Anon said: “THE LYRICS TO BITE TH E L Y R I C S ARE A LL P E RF E C T FO R H I G H S C H O O L B Y L E R AKSJSKDNSJSN” which is honestly more accurate than my own thoughts]

You can coax the cold right out of me

Will can’t stop thinking about Mike. Even standing in front of him, hands in his hair and quietly giggling in their hushed moment, Will can’t stop thinking about Mike. About when he’ll leave, about the silence that would follow, about the urge to get Mike back. But he knows that they’re both scared. It’s been four years of this. Of running to each other just as fast as they ran apart at any sign of danger.

Will knew he’d do anything to run back to Mike’s arms, to be set free for the few minutes they could afford. It was comfort and, just maybe, love. Will loved Mike. He knew that without much thought. From their first kiss the summer before high school to the very last one Will had before sitting down in chemistry was a thrilling reminder that he was alive. Will had survived and got to know the best pleasure in life: loving someone else. He hoped Mike felt the same.

When he thought about Mike, in those constant running minutes, he never once wondered if Mike loved him back. He didn’t think he could handle the answer.

FOOLS [Anon said: “The first time I listened to FOOLS I just like ‘BYLERMOODTHISIS100%ABYLERMOODOHGODS’ ye sim listening to FOOLS rn and KASJAKSNSJJ” again. amazing.]

I am tired of this place, I hope people change

He did not. Somewhere, Will did know this. Mike didn’t love him. Or at least, he knew he wasn’t allowed to. They were both horrifically aware of how much they shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing. Will had less self-control though, and let himself take in a deep breath every time he was in Mike’s arms and enjoy, just for a moment, the stupid smell of his shampoo that was actually Nancy’s, mixed with his family’s detergent. Mike had a smell and sure it was half floral and another half blank cleanliness, it was all Will could grip to and remember Mike. He could buy the detergent and the shampoo. He couldn’t buy the careful touches on his neck. He couldn’t seem to find anything that replicated the sound of Mike laughing beside his ear. Will couldn’t replace Mike in anything but smell.

There was a point, Will remembers, when kissing Mike felt like being used. Not used by Mike, but his heart being used by everyone else: allowing him to give his love out in heavy armfuls, only to be told that it was wrong and cursed. It was probably Will’s fault though. Only real idiots let themselves fall in love with the wrong people, right? He should have known better. It would have saved them both.

EASE [Anon said: “wiLL oHMYFUCKINGGODS”]

I’m afraid of the life that I’ve made

Will. can’t. stop. thinking. about. Mike. He’s comfort on his worst days and the light that reminds Will that even his best can be better. Even in their silences, Will feels close to Mike. But there’s a part of Will, a part he hates, that can’t help but pick out every. single. silence.

While they comfort each other beyond all things, they also pose a threat to the other. Their best moments of safety are also the ones that could get them split up and sent halfway across the country: Mike’s aunt in Maine said she’d take him if he started “acting up”, and Will’s sure someone would call CPS wrongfully on his mother. And they know it. Every time they kiss, there’s a pause. And Will can hear it, feel it– hates it. The comfort is on a fuse. One day it will silently implode. The fear will get to them– and Will can’t seem to figure out when.

THE QUIET [Anon said: “SEND HELP”]

I’d rather be black and blue than accept that you withdrew

Finally, one day, the silence never stops. Will doesn’t interrupt when Mike pulls away from his lips with a suddenly pensive look. He’s been waiting for this. The moment that becomes too much– the risk covers their eyes and takes their breath away before a kiss. It feels the same– Will still can’t see and his chest is in knots– but he knows there isn’t any fall from this high. He’s already at rock bottom.

Now, it’s been three weeks since Mike last spoke to Will. And Will can’t stop thinking about Mike. And now more than ever, it’s painful. It feels like he’s constantly falling, hitting everything on the way down. Every rib is cracked, every bone is shattered, every breath hurts.

Mike never says what happened. They don’t have to talk to know. Fear got to them– Mike was more familiar with it than he ever was with Will. There was no blame; they were both victims. But Will thought he’d never stop bleeding, his heart pouring out every last drop of love he’d ever thought to save.

DKLA [Anon said: “IT’S BYLER. I think the 3rd verse is mainly Mike”]

When I close my eyes, I still see your ghost

Will had to learn quickly to shove off every thought of Mike. He’d creep up when Will was least expecting it– but really shouldn’t have been surprised. Mike had been with him everywhere there wasn’t one place in town that didn’t remind Will of him. It was like being trapped in his own lost happiness. Will can see everything he used to do, all the things Mike used to say to him. It’s like reliving every nightmare with a smile on his face.

Will learns to be cruel, mostly to himself. He doesn’t want to keep anything around that reminds him of Mike. And unfortunately, the biggest reminder is himself. Every freckle and scar and blemish has been kissed and complimented in the dark safety of Will’s room. Will had been blessed at one point, told to be ethereal to the only eyes that ever mattered. And now he was no one. He was just alone, forced to look back down at the body he never liked that much anyway and know, deep down, those words were one in a million. Will would never feel that loved again.

Good. He didn’t want it around.

TALK ME DOWN [Anon said: “SCREAMING HOLY SHIT”]

And I know I like to draw at night, it starts to get surreal

(mentions of Lonnie being violent)

Will stops thinking about Mike in June.

When he finally does again, one blurry and painful night in August, Will starts to feel like he’s drowning. He’d stayed at his father’s for the weekend, trying to mend their relationship one last time, when Will refused to bite his tongue about his personal life. He outs himself over dinner. And hides in the closet to avoid the flying dinner plates.

Will thinks he’s going to die. He’s sure of it. Nothing and everything is moving at the same time. The closet is dim and tight but Will still feels like he’s falling. He’ll never be able to leave. He wishes he had grabbed the phone or called the cops as he started running. Or maybe Mike. Will wants to call Mike and scream and fight and cry and beg into his ear until he hangs up. Even if silence answers him back, Will just wants to have someone know where to bury him. If he trusted Mike with every secret and shameful part of him when he was alive, the least he can do is share the last horrific and gruesome part before fulling imploding.

But he doesn’t call. He can’t. He sits down and cries, knowing no one will hear him. His pain has become silent– palatable. Maybe he’ll be ready for love one day. If he can just stop. his. crying.

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how would roxas/sora/riku/ventus/vanitas react to finding a page of sketches of himself in his s/o's sketchbook? And getting a painting of him & his s/o from the s/o for christmas?

WE STAN A GOOD WHOLESOME ARTIST S/OSora :

Sora’s first reaction is to just go “wOAAAAH H H H - Wait. Is that me ?”. Like he knows you draw but he’s always impressed whenever he sees your art. And it’ll take him a hot second to realize that, it is in fact, h i s face plastered all across the page. He’d rush to find you and ask you about all these drawings ! 

Is he fun to draw ? Oh, could you draw him like a superhero ?  ?Wait ! Can you teach him how to draw so he can also draw you ? ? ? He’s so happy and excited he just can’t stop rambling and spitting out ideas. Once he notices he’s being a bit overwhelming, he’ll slow down and apologize with a sheepish smile, asking if he can keep the page ! 

When you give him the painting, he’d have to put it down for a second just to pick you up and excitedly, smothering your face and shoulders with kisses while thanking you. Sora would hang it on his bedroom so he can look at it every day - but first, he has to show e v e r y one..

Riku :

He’d be hesitant to look through your sketchbook - but as soon as his eyes land on those sketches, he’d go extremely fucking r e d. Have you been sketching him without him knowing ? That is both ADORABLE and so eMBARRASSING for this boy. Oh look at that, you drew him with so many different hairstyles - Maybe he s h o u l d let his hair grow again.

Riku would take a s n e a k y picture of the sketches and return the sketchbook. He doesn’t want you to know he’s been snooping buuuuut he also wants to keep this. Of course, he’d smoothly ask you if you want him to model for you someday. If you joke or tell him that y e a h, maybe you need to work on some nude portraits, he’d regret his words and wish for the ground to s w a l l o w him.

When you give him the painting, Riku would try to play off his nervousness and bashfulment by critizicing your technique (despite not knowing much about p a i n t i ng) “Y e a h the lines are very u h h h h, solid and stable.” Unlike Sora, he wouldn’t want to hang this up for everyone’s view - but if you insist theeeen suuure, he m i i i g h t put it on the living room for a few weeks.

Roxas :

Roxas’ curiosity would take the best of him, so he’d peek through your sketchbook without any problem. He had his suspicions of you sketching him from time to time but w o a h, he never actually expected to see an entire page with doodles of himself ! Needless to say, he loves them - buuut he wishes you would just make him a liiiiittle bit taller.

Like Sora, he’d also confront you about the drawings. Roxas would jokingly ask if you’re planning on painting something b i g about him, but it’s fine if he doesn’t catch on the obvious way you s w a l l o w and c o u g h, thinking he’s figured out his Christmas present. He’s too enamoured with the page to notice. 

When you give him the painting, he’d be happy and flustered ! Not full on HYPED like Sora or suuuuper embarrassed like Ventus - more of a healthy in between. He’d admit that he just cant see himself hanging this in his room, but that he still appreciates and loves the painting ! Roxas would ask you to teach him how to paint, just so he can make a little something for you in return.

Ventus :

Ventus would most likely end up seeing that page by accident, since he’s against looking through your stuff without your actual permission and presence. He doesn’t like to invade people’s privacy or have his invaded - but yeah, somehow he manages to catch an eyeful of those sketches. And o h b o y he’s SHOOK. He knew you were a good artist but WOW you made him look s o much more handsome ! 

Ventus would just stare at those sketches, lovestruck, until he remembers that he’s not supposed to look through your sketchbook. He’d put it back where he found it, but in the next days he might subtly try to bring this up. “Sooo uhh, you’re an artist right ? Wouldn’t it be fun if you d r e w m e ,, ,,   HA H”

Once you give him the painting he’d just stare at it, completely speechless. He WANTS to hang it somewhere out of support for you and because let’s face it, it’s such a pretty and well drawn painting - bUT HE’S ALSO TOO EMBARRASSED ? Thats his fACE right thERE - In the end he’d simply store it somewhere safe, somewhere only he can see. But he WILL show it off to Aqua and Terra.

Vanitas :

Vanitas is that one type of person who, as soon as discovers that you’re an artist, won’t stop pestering you with “cAN YOU DRAW ME?” “HEY, WHERE’S THE OTHER EYE” “IS THAT ANIME” “CAN YOU DRAW ME??” - because he KNOWS how annoying those comments are. So if he found out you ACTUALLY filled an entire page with sketches of him, he’d be speechless. 

He’s torn between letting you know that he went through your sketchbook and tease you till the end of time OR just saying absolutely nothing and keeping this page for himself. In the end he’d do the latter and play dumb if you ever find out that there’s an entire page g o n e. Like Vanitas is so good at pretending and faking you won’t know he’s the culprit. 

When you give him the painting during Christmas, Vanitas will try to be smooth and cocky as usual - only to fail miserably. His face is red, his hands are shaky and c l a m m y, his voice breaks a bit - THE WHOLE PACKAGE. It’s obvious that he’s both embarrassed and flattered. He’d be against hanging the painting - if anyone saw that, Vanitas would probably P E R I S H. He’d insist that YOU keep it, saying mean stuff like “it just doesn’t fit my room aesthetics” - but he just doesn’t want to risk the painting getting dirty or broken.

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je t'aime, eddie: one

summary: “pardon my french, eddie spaghetti, but you’re the cutest fucking person i have ever seen.” aka, the foreign exchange fic.

word count: 1,282

pairings: reddie, side stenbrough, side benverly, lots of platonic kaspbrough

a/n: the pennywise incident still happened but in like 2014, this takes place in 2017!

1, 2, 3, 4

it was definitely an impulse decision, on his part. he could have said something else when asked what he wanted for christmas that year. something… normal. like a camera, or new art supplies.

but no. the words that came flying out of bill denbrough’s mouth were pretty peculiar. “a person.” he said, as his parents looked at him, confusion clear on their faces. who the hell asks for a person for christmas? well, not a person. a foreign exchange student.

it’s not something he’s thought of before, just something that came to his mind moments before the question was asked. he had the other losers of course, but things around his house got lonely after three years. three years of no georgie and three years of not knowing what to do with himself.

after explaining to them what he actually meant, his parents agreed. in fact, they thought it was a great idea. it would be a “good way for bill to have some exposure to another culture” as they said. he never really viewed it as that kind of opportunity, but he definitely wasn’t opposed to it.

so, gathered around bill’s laptop in the middle of the year, the denbroughs signed up to be a host family. it was a long process, background checks and orientations, signature after signature, but the day finally came where they would get to pick the person to live with them for the next year.

his name was eddie and he was from france. 16 years old, just like bill and the rest of the losers. the biography under his picture tells the story of his family and how he used to live in america until he was six. he spoke english pretty well, but he usually spoke french.

naturally, bill procrastinated so much that he didn’t tell the others that eddie was coming until the day was four days away.

the losers club sat around a bonfire in bill’s backyard, as they usually spent their summer saturdays. stan and bill were sitting on a bench, sharing earbuds and a thick blanket draped over their shoulders. ben and beverly were reading a book together, beverly’s hand holding the right page and ben’s holding the left. richie and mike were looking at something on mike’s phone and laughing.

bill was pretty sure stan knew he liked him. i mean, he has been pining after him ever since the summer before freshman year. he saw bev look up from her book and over at the two of them. she gave bill a knowing smile and went back to reading. beverly was the only one who knew about bills crush on stan, but she found out by accident. it’s actually a really funny story.

beverly was coming over and bill’s hands were shaking. when he told all of the losers his parents would be gone for the weekend, she had asked to come over. mike told him that was code for “dude, she totally wants to make out!” but how were you supposed to make out with a girl? surely it can’t be that hard. he heard a knock at the to snap him out of his worried thoughts.

he practically ran down the stairs and opened the door. “hey b-b-bev.” his stutter came out more than he would have liked it to.

“hey bill! can i come in?” she asked him through a smile.

“y-yeah. i m-mean, yeah.” beverly took off her boots and they walked up to his room.

“i’m not sure if we all tell you enough bill, but you’re an amazing artist.” walking around bill’s room, she ran her fingers over the drawings and doodles hanging on the wall.

“thanks, i t-try.” he said in a nervous tone. beverly then walked over to him and got pretty close. she glanced down at his lips a few times and so did he. she started moving in. oh my god. oh my god. this is it.

one innocent kiss progressed into making out pretty quickly. they were nearing bill’s bed until he disconnected their lips.

“holy shit.”

beverly laughed at his words. “you okay there, denbrough?”

“i’m gay.”

she started jumping up and down in the air and cheering. “oh my god, i knew it! richie totally owes me twenty dollars!” he stared at her in disbelief, watching her celebrate in the middle of his bedroom floor. “kidding, kidding.” she raised her arms in defense.

“w-wait, you knew? h-how…” bill trailed off and sat down on his bed, shock evident on his face.

“bill, you look at stan like he hung the stars. i think we all know. except stan, he’s sooo oblivious.” he slowly processed the information he was given. who couldn’t look at stan like that, he’s gorgeous. was it really that obvious? he always thought the secret glances he stole at stan were when no one else was paying attention. bill just nodded his head in response and beverly came over to engulf him in a hug.

“it’s okay, i think i’m the only one who noticed. i won’t tell, swear.” she extended her pinky out toward bill and he intertwined his with her own.

he came out to the losers at the quarry the next day. he didn’t expect anything but support, but he was still scared. they all shared a big group hug and to say his attention stayed on stan the whole time definitely wasn’t a lie.

smiling at the memory, he watched as mike and ben added various twigs and logs to the growing fire. he really hoped eddie wasn’t homophobic or anything like that.

“guys, i h-have something t-to tell y-you.” everyone shifted their attention to bill.

“what is it, bill?” stan said, nervousness evident in his voice.

“n-no, it’s nothing b-bad.” richie raises his eyebrows, waiting for him to say something. “w-well, basically, i h-have a foreign e-exchange student c-coming to live with us in f-f-four days.”

“four days?! bill, why didn’t you tell us? that’s crazy, man! i mean, how are we gonna understand this fucking kid?” richie looked at bill with shock in his eyes, as did the other losers.

“he s-speaks english, d-dumbass.”

“four days? wow… where is he from? how old is he?” mike asked inquisitively.

“f-france. he used to l-live here when he was l-little but he m-m-moved away. he’s sixteen.” stan has the slightest bit of anger in his voice.

“he’s gonna live here? with you?” bill laughed at him.

“where e-else would he live?” he only huffed in response.

“ooo, eddie? you know me, i love a good french boy.” richie was openly bisexual and proud.

“beep beep, richie!” they all said in unison. “do you have a picture, bill?” beverly asked and bill took his phone out.

“we’ve been t-texting. he seems r-really nice.”

on the screen, richie saw what he thought was the best sight he would ever see. it was a picture of eddie standing in front of the eiffel with a big smile on his face. “hm. very frenchy.” ben said and they laughed at him.

“he’s an adorable frenchy.” beverly said looking at the picture.

“adorable? he’s a smokin’ frenchy.” richie trailed off into the summer night.

“say “frenchy” one more time and i’m-”

“m-my mom talked to h-his mom on the phone. she’s c-c-crazy. he has to t-take like, a j-j-jillion pills a day.” bill told all of them.

“what’s wrong with him? he looks mighty fine to me.” richie said with a smirk plastered to his face. stan elbowed him in the side.

“i th-think he has asthma. not s-sure what the o-others are f-for.” richie looked at the picture again.

“oh, eddie spaghetti, i’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

special thanks to @roses-for-reddie because she’s such a hypeman. should i continue this fic? send me an ask and tell me what you thought!

[toosicktoocare]

Hey! Would you maybe be willing to write something where grantaire lives in a really cheap apartment/student housing where the heating is basically nonexistent, and he gets sick, and then enjolras gets worried/annoyed that he skipped a meeting or two and comes to find him, and when he does he finds grantaire unable to warm up in the cold house and with a really high fever, and enjolras is appalled at his living conditions and takes grantaire to his house to take care of him? Btw I love your blog

This prompt is my jam, anon! I hope you like it!

When Grantaire had missed last week’s meeting, Enjolras hadn’t given it a second thought. Grantaire rarely participated in the discussion, only chiming in occasionally with a comment that completely contradicted what Enjolras was saying. Majority of the time, he would occupy the table farthest away from Enjolras, sitting hunched over a beer while doodling in his sketch pad.

Enjolras had almost felt relieved at Grantaire’s absence; however, Grantaire missing again the following week struck a different chord inside him. He was no doubt annoyed, but there was something else– something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Where is Grantaire?” He asked at the start of the meeting, but he was met with varying looks of surprise that had him gesturing towards the empty back table with a sigh. “He was missing last week as well.”

“You noticed?” Jehan asked, raising his brows in surprise.

Enjolras scoffed. “Of course I noticed,” he said quickly with a hint of offense.

Jehan laughed. “I’ll have to tell him that when he’s better.”

Enjolras frowned, crossing his arms. “He’s unwell?”

“Just a cold he can’t seem to shake.”

Enjolras nodded, but his mind was elsewhere, working in overtime. Despite Jehan’s easy tone, something felt off. His chest felt tight, and his stomach was twisting in knots. He knew now that he was downright worried.

“Combeferre,” he started as he began to gather his things. “Can you lead today’s meeting?”

“Of course,” Combeferre started, watching with raised brows as Enjolras whipped out his phone. “But, why?”

Enjolras thumbed to his messages with Grantaire, shooting the brunet a quick text to say he was going over before meeting Combeferre’s questioning eyes. “I’m going to check on Grantaire.”

“That’s new,” Courfeyrac said through a laugh, leaning forward and resting his elbows atop the table he was sharing with Combeferre. “I didn’t realize you cared so much.”

Enjolras shrugged into his coat, ignoring Courfeyrac’s comment. Of course he cared– he cared about all members of the Les Amis. Perhaps he didn’t show it as much with Grantaire, but he couldn’t help it when the brunet was constantly getting under his skin. He reached into his pocket, fingers curling around his car keys. “I just want to see what’s going on.”

“You shouldn’t bother him,” Combeferre tried, but Enjolras was already headed towards the door.

Enjolras faintly heard Bahorel shout “what the fuck?”, but he ignored it, shoving the doors open and wincing as the bitter wind whipped against his face.

*****

Enjolras pulled into an empty parking spot outside of Grantaire’s apartment building. The building was old and wooden, and it had three sets of stair cases outside, leading to the upper floors. It looked more like a cheap motel than anything, but Grantaire chose it because it worked best financial wise while he was attending art school.

Enjolras hopped out of his car and made his way to stair case 3. He gripped the shaking banner as he started the climb up. Each step creaked loudly against his weight, and he found himself silently cursing Grantaire for choosing an apartment on the third floor.

He breathed out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding as he reached the top. He gave the stairs a hesitant glance before moving until he was standing in front of Grantaire’s door. There were jagged pieces of wood sticking out at all angles, and Enjolras searched until he found a spot that seemed safe to knock on.

“Grantaire,” he called out, rapping his knuckles loudly against the wooden door, but he was met with silence. He was just contemplating calling the brunet when a loud thud followed by shuffling noises sounded from inside the apartment. He took a step back just as the door swung open.

Enjolras’s eyes went wide. Grantaire was wrapped in a blanket, shivering hard and leaning against the door frame as if standing upright were a challenge. His cheeks were flushed bright red, a stark contrast against his washed out skin. His bangs were plastered to his sweat-slick forehead, and his eyes were sunken in and bloodshot.

“E,” Grantaire rasped out before falling into a coughing fit. He quickly pulled his blanket up until it was covering his mouth, coughing harshly into the itchy fabric until his eyes started to water.

Enjolras quickly wrapped an arm around Grantaire’s shaking shoulders, supporting most of the brunet’s weight as he lead them inside, closing the door with his foot. He could feel the heat radiating off of Grantaire despite his intense shivering, and the fact that Grantaire hadn’t tried to shove him away was incredibly worrying.

Enjolras walked Grantaire over to his ratty couch, easing the trembling brunet down gently. He then looked around, rubbing up and down his arms to try and fend of the biting chill seeping in through his coat.

“S-sorry,” Grantaire muttered as he watched Enjolras rub his arms. “Heat’s out.”

Enjolras moved towards the thermostat, frowning at the chilly temperature before moving back to Grantaire, crouching in front of him. He reached his hand out, brushing Grantaire’s bangs away and pressing his palm against his forehead.

“Jesus, R,” he breathed out, heart racing. “You’re burning up. I thought Jehan said this was just a cold?”

“W-was,” Grantaire replied weakly, teeth clacking together as he shivered. “G-got worse.” He wrapped the blanket tighter around him with trembling hands.

Enjolras got to his feet, crossing his arms as he contemplated what to do. He couldn’t leave Grantaire here– that was practically a death sentence at this point. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Grantaire, who had closed his eyes, blinked up tiredly at Enjolras. “No, I’ll b-be fine.”

Enjolras could almost laugh at how absurd that sounded when accompanied with Grantaire’s wrecked voice. Biting down on his lower lip, he glanced around as if the bare apartment held the answers he needed.

“Why are y-you here?”

Enjolras snapped his attention back to Grantaire. What was he supposed to say to that? “Does that matter? It’s a good thing I came since you look as if you have one foot in the grave already.”

Grantaire coughed. “D-did you d-draw the short s-straw?”

“What?” Enjolras tilted his head at the brunet.

Grantaire shivered harder. “D-did some-someone make you c-come here?”

Enjolras looked down at his hands, feeling suddenly incredibly guilty for treating Grantaire in a way that had the brunet assuming the worst about him. “No,” he said, voice soft. “I was worried about you.”

If Grantaire wasn’t shivering so hard, he would have froze at Enjolras’s words. “R-really?”

Enjolras crouched down once more, placing his hands atop Grantaire’s covered knees. “Very much so.” He paused briefly, mind running a mile a minute. “I’m going to take you back to my apartment, okay?’

"Enj, I can’t–”

Enjolras held his hand up, stopping Grantaire. “You cannot stay here, Grantaire. You’ll keep getting worse. My apartment is warm, and I can take care of you.”

Grantaire studied Enjolras’s face to the best of his abilities. “Why?” He whispered.

“I want to,” Enjolras answered, leaning forward to brush his thumb lightly across Grantaire’s cheek. “I really do.”

“Y-you miss me that m-much at the meetings?” Grantaire asked with a touch of amusement in his voice.

Enjolras laughed, helping Grantaire stand. “I don’t know what to do when everyone just always agrees with me.”

Supporting majority of Grantaire’s weight, he helped him out of the apartment, taking the steps down to the parking lot as slow and careful as possible. Grantaire had to stop to cough quite a bit, and the wind had him shivering even harder. His brows were knit as if in pain, and once the two reached the bottom of the stairs, Enjolras hurried them over to his car, desperate to get Grantaire out of the wind.

*****

Even though swaddled in almost every blanket Enjolras owned and filled up on water and medicine, Grantaire was still shaking like a leaf. Enjolras frowned at the trembling mass on his bed.

“What can I do?” He asked, clearly out of his element here. But, the discomfort was written across Grantaire’s face, and he wanted to do whatever he could to help.

“C-can’t get w-warm,” Grantaire breathed out between chattering teeth.

Enjolras bit down on his bottom lip. His mind told him that it was the fever, which was way higher than he had expected when he checked. But, still, he hated seeing Grantaire so cold and miserable. It was very unlike him– very out of character. He glanced around the room, desperately wracking his mind for an answer.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. He slipped his shoes off before moving towards the other side of the bed. He started peeling back covers, ignoring Grantaire’s weak protests, until he had them all moved back. He then climbed in, pressing his chest against Grantaire’s back and covering both of them with the mass of blankets.

“Y-you don’t have t-to. You’ll g-get sick.” Grantaire said despite leaning into Enjolras’s warmth.

“Shhh.” Enjolras pushed himself as close to Grantaire as possible. “I don’t mind.”

(And if he got sick a few days later, he stuck to his word, not minding one bit.)

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alphabeticalness

Rules - copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in your own. when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person that tagged you….most importantly, have fun!

Tagged by @lazaefair. (~˘▾˘)~ a / age - 32 (and always a decade behind where I should be in life) b / biggest fear - if my nightmares are any indication, it’s losing control of my car and falling into a large body of water c / current time - 2:50 PM CST d / drink you had last - a mango yogurt drink. Chobani brand I think. e / everyday starts with - either my alarm going off at 7 AM or (on the weekend) my cat getting fed up with me being asleep and stomping on my head while purring loud enough to wake the dead. Which is, I suppose, the idea. f / favourite song - I don’t think it’s in my nature to have a favorite song of all time, but right now I’m quite taken with all of Lord Huron’s album “Stranger Trails” and in particular “Meet Me in the Woods” g/ ghosts are real? - nah man. I love supernatural and afterlife stuff in fiction but in real life I’m a stone cold atheist who believes in total oblivion

h / hometown - the birthplace of Glenway Wescott i / in love with - Star Wars j / jealous of - People who can do life good. k / killed someone - No. l / last time you cried - When don’t I cry? I mean, seriously, my tear ducts are broken to the point where even the slightest emotional trigger makes me cry. A Dog’s Life trailer playing on Hulu? Cry. Inspirational life story on the Google Doodle of the day? There goes my fucking eye makeup why did I even bother today. m / middle name - 

n / number of siblings - 1 brother. o / one wish - That’s too much responsibility. p / person you last called/texted - my ex because I have few friends. q / questions you’re always asked - “Did you have a good weekend?”

r / reasons to smile - purring to wake the dead, coffee creamer with some coffee in it, “[AO3] Comment on...]”, getting to work in the morning without having gotten into a car accident, (specifically falling into a large body of water), jimmy johns and the super cute delivery guy, internet memes and fanart and all that 21st century substitute for in person socialization stuff. and Star Wars. s / song last sang – “Reasons Why” by Nickel Creek as I was listening to it in the car. Otherwise... a personal favorite, “Merry is a little cat, little cat, little cat, Merry is a little cat who bitches and whines and moans” to the tune of “Mary Had a Little Lamb” with Merry providing harmony in the form of bitching and whining and moaning. t / time you woke up - 7:00 AM alarm 7:45 after snoozing. u / underwear colour - Blue. v / vacation destination – Anywhere it ain’t snowing all the fucking time. w / worst habit – Probably the fact that I either can’t or won’t do a damn thing to deal with my mental or physical health. Haha. x / xrays you have had – Teeth and spine. y / your favourite food - Cheese. I’m very basic. z / zodiac sign - Libra. Rat.

imma tag: @hasbeenlokid @kickassanakin @nima-eleven @halftruthsandhyperbole @kalinara @ladytharen @punk-solas @thedinosaurprince @wherewithalice @venn364

[surveystodestressme]

181.

The Letter A

Are you available? nope.

What is your age? 22

What annoys you? people

The Letter B

Do you live in a big house? i live in an apartment, the apartment itself is a decent size i suppose, the complex only has 4 apartments in it though

When is your birthday? aprfil

Who is your best friend? my boyfriend.

The Letter C

What’s your favorite candy? sour punch straws

Who’s your crush? my boyfriend

When was the last time you cried? a couple days ago

The Letter D

Do you daydream? sometimes.

What’s your favorite kind of dog? i love all dogs honestly

What day of the week is it? monday

The Letter E

How do you like your eggs? over easy

Have you ever been in the emergency room? a couple times but not for anything serious

What’s the easiest thing ever to do? lay down

The Letter F

Have you ever flown in a plane? nope

Do you use fly swatters? no.

Have you ever used a foghorn? i don’t even know what that is

The Letter G

Do you chew gum? not very much, only usually when i’m at work because my manager always offers me some lol

Are you a giver or a taker? giver.

Do you like gummy candies? eh

The Letter H

How are you? sleepy.

What color is your hair? medium brown

What’s your favorite holiday? halloween

The Letter I

What’s your favorite ice cream? orange sherbet

Have you ever ice skated? several times

Do you play an instrument? not anymore

The Letter J

What’s your favorite jelly bean brand? i don’t like jelly beans

Do you wear jewelry? occasionally.

Do you like juice? i don’t mind it

The Letter K

Who do you want to kill? nobody

Do you want kids? no

Where did you go for kindergarten? some really shitty school lol.  it was a shit show

The Letter L

Are you laid back? yeah

Do you lie? sometimes

Who do you know whose name starts with L? lisa, laklyn

The Letter M

Whats your favorite movie? saw

Do you still watch Disney movies? sometimes

Do you like mangos? i’ve never had them

The Letter N

Do you have a nickname? peanut, punky doodle, CC

What is your real name? -

Whats your favorite number? 8

The Letter O

What’s your one wish? to better myself

Are you an only child? nope.

Do you like oranges? i do

The Letter P

What one fear are you most paranoid about? crashing my car

What are your pet peeves? i have plenty of them. 

What’s a personality trait you look for in people? kindness.

The Letter Q

What’s your favorite quote? i don’t have one

Are you quick to judge people? sometimes.

Do you learn new things quickly? i try to do my best

The Letter R

Do you think you’re always right? maybe not all the time but most of the time

Are you one to cry? yeah i cry pretty easily

When’s the last time you saw a rainbow? it’s been a while

The Letter S

Do you prefer sun or rain? sun

Do you like snow? as long as it’s not excessive and i don’t have to drive in it lol

What’s your favorite season? autumn or spring

The Letter T

What time is it?1:19 am

What time did you wake up? around 10am.

When was the last time you slept in a tent? it’s been a couple years

The Letter U

Are you wearing underwear? yes.

Underwear or boxers? underwear.

When did you last feel under the weather? a week or so ago

The Letter V

What’s the worst veggie? beets are disgusting

Where do you want to go on vacation? anywhere really.

Can you play the violin? no.

The Letter W

What’s your worst habit? procrastinating

Where do you live? illinois

What’s your worst fear? crashing my car right now lol

The Letter X

Have you ever had an x-ray? yes.

Have you seen the x-games? no.

Do you own a xylophone? no, but i did play one in grade school band

The Letter Y

Do you like the color yellow? yeah

What’s one thing you yearn for? being successful

What did you do yesterday? worked.

The Letter Z

Whats your zodiac sign? aries

Do you believe in the zodiac? nah

Favorite zoo animal? any of them really

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Okay so nick tagged me like 300 years ago and i finally feel like doing it so here it is hope u enjoy

A- Age: to young to be dying inside

B- Biggest fear: being alone, never finding happines, living my life without any purpose, hurting those i care for

C- Current time: i have no idea i have no clock in my room. Its like eleven pm

D- Drink you last had: coffee shake

E- Everyday starts with: cursing cause i dont wanna get out of my bed

F- Favourite song: Currently its eyes in my back by lijpe hes a dutch rapper so the title is actually ogen in mijn rug

G- Ghosts, are they real: they are and im dating one 

H- Hometown: i could say it but literally no one will know what it is so..

I- In love with: arabic dishes, voltron, drawing

J- Jealous of: seeing other ppl having goals and ambitions while im just here like... I Have No Idea My Dude

K- Killed someone: The amount of time i wanted to must count for something

L- Last time you cried: cant remember. Last week?

M- Middle name: Nonexistant

N- Number of siblings: Two. One older, one younger. do internet siblings count? cause then i have three older and two younger

O- One wish: finding something or someone that makes my life exciting 

P- Person you last called/texted: called my mom last, and texted her last too. i dont have many friends

Q- Questions you’re always asked: “Are you gay?” “you sure you arent gay?” “Why do u look so masculine?”

R- Reasons to smile: friends, drawing, going to the stable, shisha, reading

S- Song last sang: jaymes young- dark star

T- Time you woke up: 9:00 am, cause my friends were supposed to come over at 10 am but they were held up so they came at 2 pm. I COULDVE SLEPT LONGER

U- Underwear color: black

V- Vacation destination: im not gonna go on vacation this year

W- Worst habit: biting my nails, cracking whatever body part i can, doodling over importnant notes, breathing heavily when im tired

X- X-rays you’ve had: 1? i dont recall

Y- Your favourite food: couscous, tajin, fries with spicy sauce and chicken, nuts, nut cornflakes with blueberry yogurt, blueberry, blueberry pancakes,

Z- Zodiac sign: virgo

well that mustve been boring to read. I TAG NO ONE CAUSE I HAVE NO FRIENDS