#This is very “I steal my sibling's favorite food from the pantry to be a little shit but will help them bury a body”

[jaskieriswitchersexual]

@majorxmaggiexboy

this meme but it's Delirium doing her siblings' makeup, probably Desire or Death. Dream makes her pinky swear not to tell, but sometimes he lets her do his eyeliner when he's feeling especially affectionate.

[wolfsnis]

Clover (7/4/09-6/28/24)

I had to put down my beloved cat Clover yesterday. He was about a week shy of his 15th birthday.

He had been having "teeth issues" about two years now, but hindsight is 20/20 and it was probably the cancer growing in his jaw all along. But we didn't know until this year, in April. Then he got some badly infected teeth removed and we thought that was the end of it, but about two weeks later we realized the vet's original prediction was correct. We suspected the cancer also spread to his brain, as his behavior got increasingly erratic in the last two weeks. On the 27th the tumor caused his jaw to break which pretty much inhibited him from eating and drinking. It was the right call to put him down, but it still absolutely destroyed me. I don't know if I will ever be the same.

We picked him and his sister up as newborns from the family farm. His mom gave birth to them during a flash flood so they had to be inside. My parents said they had a third sibling (probably the runt) that didn't make it, I don't remember tho. I won't upload them here for obvious reasons but there's pictures of me when I was five or so holding him when he was just a few days old. We didn't even have carriers when we took them home, me and my brother carried them in our arms the entire time. Definitely not safe now that I think about it.

He had been with me throughout my life. When I came home from school he would be meowing at the door to greet me. I could never sneak around at night without him joining me (and often being very loud while doing it, he was a very talkative cat) he loved people food and would regularly jump up on the dinner table to "join" us for dinner. If you left your meal unattended for a moment he would snatch it up. He liked to drink the milk out of the cereal bowls. We had to cover the sink when we had meat unthawing because he would help himself. He would also frequently raid the pantry and eat uncooked pasta for some reason. He had such a silly meow too, possibly the most masculine-sounding cat I've ever heard. I swear he could say some words like "mom" and "hello" when he wanted to. He was a smart little guy, so maybe. He was a surprisingly fearless cat too, one of the few I've ever met who wasn't afraid of the vacuum. He straight up did not give a fuck. One of my favorite activities was to wake him up while he was napping just to see him look at me all disgruntled and then settle back down. I don't know why, but it always made me smile. He also really loved the outdoors, despite the fact we never let him outside until the end. He had a very high prey drive and attempted to take down a magpie until the magpie tried to take him down, lol. He was a very happy, active, and loving cat right up until his last day. So much so we went back and forth on putting him down.

He was a very charming cat, everyone who came by the house would comment on him. He was so full of personality and loud, he wanted to be involved in everything and that included social gatherings. People absolutely loved him. I had several friends joke that they would steal him from us. He made such an impact on people. He was so beloved. Maybe even a micro celebrity in my small town.

I was distraught last year when I had to move out for college. I demanded pictures of them every day I was away. When I did come home I loved watching him sniff me and then light up in excitement and meow when he realized I was back. I really hope he didn't think I abandoned him.

Saying goodbye to him yesterday was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. He's been such a huge part of my life for so long that the fact I have to go without him from now on feels like a foreign concept. I still don't know if I've fully processed the fact that he's really gone yet, if I think about it for too long I start to feel nauseous. I keep expecting him to round the corner and greet me or to hear him meowing when I close my bedroom door. My poor little buddy, I was really hoping you'd have a few years yet.

Rest easy my sweet boy. You were so much larger than life.

If you've read this far, thank you so much. Here's a gallery of him, bask in his greatness!

[hargrove-mayfields]

I haven’t been able to write a whole lot recently so to make up for the little drought here’s a few kegboys hcs!

-Tommy has a big thing for 70s country music, it’s like, all he’ll listen to. Steve’s kind of overexposed to country having grown up in IN so he’s pretty neutral on it even though he prefers pop, but Billy, resident metal head and city boy through and through, tries to poke fun at him for it because like, country music is for uncool hicks, right? But, and this is very much to his dismay, Billy cannot get enough of Dolly. Like he really couldn’t care less about Toms other picks but he is beyond hooked on Dolly to the point that he’s the one buying all her new records when they come out.

-Tommy is absolutely the house husband because the other two are honest to god domestically useless. Billy tries really, really hard to help because Steve goes to work and he feels like he’s lazy for not being able to do much while he’s recovering, so Tommy sticks him with the little jobs because he knows he’s never going to get him to agree to actually resting. It’ll just be little tasks, things like cleaning the lint trap when Tom switches the laundry, but it’s enough to make him feel less useless.

-But! As good as he is at keeping up with the bills and doing chores, Tommy CANNOT cook. Steve will never ever forget the time he came over to his house and caught popcorn on fire in his microwave or when Billy had to swoop in and unplug the toaster like seconds before Tee electrocuted himself trying to use a fork to fish out a piece poptart that broke off in there, so he is very much not allowed anywhere near a stove. Billy is the best cook and even then he’s a little iffy because Neil never let him do it, so to compensate for how collectively awful they are in the kitchen they have like a thousand scribbled in cookbooks in every drawer and pantry.

-They all three have very different sleeping habits. Billy’s the early bird, always gets up at the same time as the sun well-rested no matter what time they went to bed. Steve is a deep sleeper through and through, he’ll pass out at like, 11:00 every night and won’t move again until morning. If nobody were to wake him up he could probably sleep all through an entire day. Tommy’s something of a rough sleeper though, can’t usually get to sleep until at least two in the morning, usually later than that even, and once he gets to sleep it’s very light and he tends to wake up every hour, on the hour. One time when Steve’s at the pharmacy picking up Billy's meds he grabs a little thing of melatonin for Tom because like, it says it boosts sleep and anything’s worth a shot if it means Tommy won’t be so exhausted and sick and frustrated all the time, and it does help! He sort of ends up on about the same sleep schedule as Billy once his rhythm gets a little more regulated.

-When they first started dating, Billy thought Steve was bad when it came to clothes stealing, he lost a few jackets and old t-shirts that way, but when they all three move in together he discovers that Tommy is the true culprit. Neither he nor Steve can keep track of literally any single piece of clothing. Everything, from their hoodies to their jeans to their pjs to their socks, all belong in some part to Tom until eventually they just have one community wardrobe they pick and choose from instead of like, individual clothes.

-They all three overuse the heck out of pet names like baby and babe, which results in Steve calling Tommy babe one and Billy babe two because he was tired of saying like “hey babe” and getting two simultaneous answers.

-Tommy does Billy’s hair for him when he still can’t do too much with his hands, and after that too when it’s convenient because it becomes routine, combing out his curls and putting mousse in it when he wants it done nice, because he wants to be a hairdresser anyways! He’d practiced plenty on Steve ever since they were in middle school, given him tons of hair cuts and even his highlights! It’s for that reason that when Tommy starts doing Billy’s hair, Steve gets the teensiest bit jealous because that used to be him. So everytime they go anywhere and they aren’t crunched for time he has to do both Billy and Steve’s hair and he starts not having time to straighten his own! But! That’s okay because his boys are very fond of his natural curls!

-Steve runs very, very cold always. He’s a type one diabetic so he’s pretty much always anemic and he freezes like 24/7. Even in the summer when Billy and Tommy are like melting into the furniture, he can get away with long sleeves and be just fine. When they’re in bed they keep Steve in the middle because they both run super warm like a heat register and it’d get too hot without having Steve as their ice pack between them.

-More about Steve’s diabetes bc it’s like one of my fav hcs and I wish I could write about it more! It’s really hard to find things for him to eat because he’s gotta worry about his sugar, but also because he has so many food allergies and sensitivities on top of that. Before he had anyone around he just kind of didn’t care about watching himself like, if he wanted to eat something, he would just do it, but he ultimately faced the consequences of that a few times too many, aka being hospitalized twice with DKA and three times with anaphylactic shock. he gets banned from grocery shopping on his own, because he will absolutely buy so much stuff he isn’t supposed to have and ‘lose’ the receipt and just hide the stuff because his boys will not let him eat whatever he wants anymore. Billy is also not allowed to go shopping because he never remembers what brands they use or reads any labels, he just grabs the first of everything he sees and calls it a day. Tommy officially gave up on them and started doing it himself after confiscating a half empty bag of gummy bears off of Steve and having to use the wrong toothpaste for months because Billy refused to pay attention.

-Tommy attracts strays! Cats, dogs, an actual escaped budgie from the neighbors house once, it doesn’t matter, somehow they always find him. If he’s out on the porch there’s like, a ninety percent chance there’s a critter that doesn’t belong to them in his lap. He lets Billy name them all even though they can’t keep them. Tommy personally can’t pick a favorite out of the 20 some odd cats that come and go because they’re all his babies, but Billy and Steve have theirs. B’s favorite is a black and white little fella named Mr. Shrimp and Steve’s is a sweet tabby girl named Meowzers! The rule doesn't only apply to domesticated animals either, raccoons and wild bunnies also tend to lurk around their porch. Billy picks up a raccoon once (he named her Poubelle, but calls her Bella) and Steve yelled at him for hours about how dangerous and irresponsible and gross it was. Him and Tommy get boyfriend grounded for like, weeks after that.

-Steve is like everyone’s Midwestern grandma! He keeps pockets full of butterscotch candies and tissues, he’s got a collection of blow molds and Tiffany lamps, he wears sweatshirts and jackets with weird quotes on them and like, he believes the cure to every ailment is tomato soup, vicks, a wash rag, and a kiss or any combination thereof. It drives Billy completely up the wall, because he’ll cough like once and Steve is like do you need soup? do you need a doctor? please let me help you. But Tommy likes it, being fussed over, cause he grew up with younger siblings and two working parents, so he was always the one doing the fussing.

[masksandtruths]

Never Normal: Part One

A/N: This was done for @revwinchester's Y1K Challenge, and in typical "me" fashion, I got a bit long winded. The prompt I chose is towards the end in bold font. This one isn't going to be a series, but there will be a part 2, which will explain a few things, including the story behind the reader's post-it note. Anyway, congrats Rev, and I hope y'all love it!

Summary: When the Winchesters found Y/N the moment after her world fell apart, she never expected they’d be the ones to help her put it back together--but that’s exactly what they did. From friends, to brothers, to the possibility of something more--their lives together were far from normal, which was exactly how she liked it. 

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (mentioned here, but the majority will be in Part 2 & 3); Sam Winchester; Reader's sibling

Warnings: Swearing, Semi-fluffy, Drinking, Violence, Sibling death, so of course, also a little Angst.

Word Count: 3400-ish

“Okay, I give up. Where the hell do you two turds keep the ketchup in this dimly lit den of testosterone?” you asked, slamming the pantry door closed and throwing your hands up in defeat.

Sam looked up from the pot of green beans he was preparing on the stove and smiled when he saw you standing there in a state of distress over their poorly stocked fridge and cabinets. “Unless Dean has some leftover ketchup packets from the last fast food joint he raided, I’d say you’re out of luck.”

“That’s about par. No coffee creamer either…or fluffy pillows…or chick flicks…definitely no feminine products…and if your hair wasn’t damn near as long as mine, I’d bet my big toe there’d be no conditioner in this joint either,” you joked, playfully tugging a piece of Sam’s long hair as you passed by him on your way to finish setting the table.

When you were done placing the last steaming bowl of food in the center of the table a few minutes later, you took a step back and admired your handiwork. Three real plates accompanied by actual silverware, cloth napkins, and crystal glasses sat on its wooden surface. The rest of the space was filled with heaping bowls of salad, green beans, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes and dinner rolls. It was enough to feed an army, and there was no way all of it was going to get eaten—even though you had a strong feeling Dean would give it his best shot—but it looked exactly like you hoped it would. Like the birthday dinners you used to share with your little sister.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you mentally braced yourself against the wave of crippling pain and overwhelming sense of loss that usually slammed into you seconds after recalling memories of your younger sibling—but it never came. Normally at this point, a sadness like none you’d ever known before would flood your soul, the weight of it knocking the air from your lungs and crushing the already broken heart beating in your chest—but not this time.  This time, the simple, happy memory of your little sister didn’t rip open the gaping wound inside of you—the one you’d been struggling to heal since the day you’d found her lifeless body in your kitchen—and leave you in a crying, crumpled mess on the floor. Instead, you felt what you assumed most people felt when they started to come back from that level of emotional trauma—something like a mixture of closure and relief and acceptance.

You allowed yourself to remember the first time you decided to have a fancy dinner in honor of her birthday. Five months prior to that day, you had held her hand in the cemetery as you both cried and said goodbye to your parents for the last time. Afterwards, you had told the few distant family members in attendance that you would become her legal guardian, and she’d be living with you from now on. Maybe it was because you were a full decade older than her, finished with college, and working a full-time job…or maybe it was the way you spoke so matter-of-factly—your words filled with love and determination, but everyone had accepted your declaration without argument or objection.

In the blink of an eye, you went from being a sibling to also being a parent, and you never—not even for one second—doubted or regretted that decision.  You found strength in each other as you both grieved and adjusted to your new version of normal—and before you knew it, nearly half a year had passed, and her thirteenth birthday was quickly approaching. You recalled thinking that no kid should have to become a teenager without her parents at her side, so you did what you do best and overcompensated, hoping it would bring her a little bit of happiness on a day that could easily take a turn into a more depressing territory. You talked to a couple of her friends and arranged for them all to go to the movies after volleyball practice that day, giving you a few hours to set everything up.

After you got off work, you rushed to the grocery store, gathering the ingredients to whip up all the foods she loved most in the world, and then spent the evening rushing around the kitchen like a madwoman. Just as you were setting the last piece of your mom and dad’s wedding china on the table, three very excited teenage girls burst through the front door squealing about the Harry Potter movie they had just watched.

“Oh my gosh, sis. You wouldn’t believe how good the last movie is. Seriously, people clapped. We totally have to go back so you can--.”

She stopped midsentence as she took in the scene before her, eyes lighting up when she noticed the bowls of food on the table and the presents purchased by you and her friends stacked all around her chair. “Surprise! Happy 13th birthday, kiddo!” you shouted happily, popping the cork on a bottle of sparkling white grape juice as you did so. She stood there in shock for a brief moment before jumping up and down and shooting straight towards you, nearly knocking you off your feet when she threw her arms around your neck and excitedly told you over and over how much she loved you. A few months later, she did the same thing for your birthday, and just like that, your special birthday dinner tradition was born.  

Five years later, the tradition still held, and you watched as she blew out eighteen candles on her cake and chattered happily about her upcoming move to Houston and her acceptance to Rice University’s premedical program. Never in a million years would you have imagined a vampire would rob you of the opportunity to watch her add another candle to her cake, but on one horrible night, in the middle of June, just five weeks shy of her 19th birthday, that’s exactly what happened.

When you found her that evening, the sane part of you knew immediately that she was gone—that the light of your life—your best friend—your baby sister would never open her eyes again. You’d never see her graduate…or become a doctor…or have a family of her own, but you just couldn’t wrap your mind around that right then. So instead, you dropped to your knees and pulled her into your lap, rocking her and stroking her hair like you did when she was a little girl and was sick or had a bad dream.  Out of habit, you rested your chin on top her head and quietly started singing the words of her favorite childhood song.

“Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember; And a song someone sings, once upon a December; Someone holds me safe and warm...”

At that point, your voice broke and you held onto her a little tighter, squeezing your eyes shut as you silently willed her chest to rise and your tears not to fall. But when her chest never rose, your tears decided they didn’t have to listen either.

When the monster found you sitting there a short while later and promised you the same fate, you looked him dead in the eyes and calmly told him to get on with it—that it was better than living in a world without her, anyway.  You kissed her forehead one last time and took a steadying breath, ready for him to put you out of your misery, but before he could follow through, the Winchesters came barreling into the room, machetes swinging. A normal person probably would have felt relief at narrowly avoiding a date with death, but when the monster’s severed head landed next to you that night, the only thing you felt was regret.

They disposed of his body and later helped you bury hers next to your parents. Some small part of your brain was vaguely aware of the concerned glances aimed in your direction, the hushed whispers shared between them, but you were just too drained and heartbroken to care. They must have sensed the depth of your despair—must have somehow known you couldn’t carry the weight of this agony alone—because when you climbed into the back seat of the Impala with blisters on your hands, your clothes covered in dirt from your sister’s freshly dug grave, they didn’t take you home. Dean just slid into the driver’s seat, stuck the key in the ignition, and drove you straight to their bunker. Later you realized that Sam had stayed behind to gather a few of your personal belongings and pack up some of your clothes so you never had to go back to your house if you didn’t want to—a small kindness for which you were eternally grateful. And so, the most horrible and excruciating healing process of your life began.

Over the next seven months, they taught you all about things most people only imagined in their worst nightmares. They taught you how to fight, how to shoot a gun, how to face those monsters when most folks would run screaming in the opposite direction. They checked on you when you cried out in your sleep. Held you as you kicked and screamed—angry at the universe for stealing away the most precious thing in your life. Carried you out of bars when nothing but drinking yourself into a blind stupor seemed to numb the pain of that loss. Laughed with you when the darkness that had smothered your sense of humor for so long started to fade away and you discovered you finally found things funny again. They helped you heal, and in the process, they became your family. A new one. A different one. But family nonetheless. That’s why, when you’d discovered Dean’s birthday was coming up, you’d suggested having a dinner to celebrate—something that seven months ago, you never would have dreamed you’d feel like doing again.

A smiled played across your lips, happy you were now at a point where you could look back on the memories you made with your sister with fondness instead of excruciating pain. Happy you could start to move forward with your life and begin creating new memories with the two men that helped bring light back into your world. You absentmindedly reached your hand into your pocket and touched the post it note you carried with you everywhere, rubbing your thumb across it affectionately.

“Soup’s on,” Dean announced as he stepped into the kitchen carrying a platter of steaks fresh off the grill in one hand and a beer in the other, effectively jolting you out of your walk down memory lane. “Where do you want me to set these babies, Y/N?”

You pointed towards the one empty place on the table, catching a whiff of their scent as Dean placed them in front of you in the spot you’d chosen. “Holy crap, those smell amazing.”

“You’re telling me. Try being the one cooking them. Took everything I had not to grab mine right off the pit and start going town on it.” He looked over at you as he straightened, a warm smile lighting up his face, causing the little crinkles you loved so much to form around his green eyes. He walked over to you and dropped a quick kiss on the top of your head, which made your stomach to do an embarrassing number somersaults. “Thanks for this, sweetheart. It’s already the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”

“Sure. No problem. It’s a family tradition,” you answered with a shrug, trying to play it somewhat cool. Shit, why couldn’t you just talk to him the same way you talked to Sam? “Oh, because you don’t want to get naked with Sam, that’s why,” you thought sarcastically, rolling your eyes at your own silliness before walking towards the liquor cabinet. You needed a damn drink. You unscrewed the top on the bottle of bourbon and poured yourself a glass, mixing it with a little coke to help soften the bite of the alcohol.

“Uh huh. You were complaining about living with us earlier, but it has its perks, doesn’t it? We may not have the condiments of your choice, but we’ve got an endless supply of liquor,” Sam teased, throwing a wink in your direction—and like the mature, almost thirty-year old you were, you responded by sticking your tongue out at him.

Dean nearly spit out his beer. “What the hell did you just say? What about condoms and liquor?” he sputtered, his green eyes widened in shock and quickly darting back and forth between you and his younger brother. 

Well that was odd. You had initially assumed the choking was due to him thinking Sammy was funny, but the rest of his reaction was just…off. Was that seriously a hint of jealousy you heard in Dean Winchester’s voice? No—couldn’t be—could it?

“Not condoms, you nimrod. Con-di-MENTS,” Sam replied, over exaggerating each syllable of the last word.

“Well excuse me for not speaking moose, asshole,” he bit back, the angry tone of his voice making Sam pull his head back in surprise. Your body, on the other hand, had an entirely different reaction. You knew you were probably reading too much into it, but just imagining there was the slightest chance Dean was acting all grumpy and possessive because he thought you and Sam had been sharing some quality alone time together had you a little…excited. Shit, was it warm in here?

“Dude, chill out. I know your hearing is failing in your old age, but it was just a joke…and no one said anything about condoms.”

For one tense moment, Dean didn’t respond. He just stared at Sam and slowly raised the bottle of beer back up to his lips. Then, just when you started to get really nervous, he let out a small chuckle.

“Geez, you two should see the looks on your faces. Classic.”

You released the breath you didn’t even realize you’d been holding and shook your head. While you were legitimately relieved that WWE Smackdown: Winchester Edition wasn’t about to take place in the kitchen, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of disappointment that all of Dean’s huffiness had simply been another of his jokes. That’s what you got for letting your imagination run wild. 

“In all fairness, you have been known to get hangry a time or two, Dean. Thought maybe your growling stomach got the best of you again.” 

“Me? Hangry? Never.”

“You want to run that by me again?”

“I didn’t stutter, and your ears don’t flap, darlin’.”

“Whatever you say,” you snorted. “Since it’s your birthday, I’m not going to argue with you. Now can we please eat?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

“You first, birthday boy. Dig in,” you order, swinging your hand forward to smack him on the ass.

“Alright, now,” he warned, quickly reaching behind him to capture your hand before you could pull away. You giggled. Yes, giggled—there was no other way to describe the sound that fell from your lips. Jesus H Christ, you had to pull yourself together.

 “I thought the birthday spanking was supposed to be served during dessert,” Dean joked, releasing your hand, affectionately bumping the underside of your chin with one finger, and flashing you a crooked smile. Lord have mercy—now he just wasn’t fighting fair. It felt as though every drop of blood in your body suddenly made a beeline for your face, overheating your cheeks and turning them as red as the ketchup you’d been searching for earlier.

“For an old man, your brain is still pretty imaginative,” you finally managed to quip back. “Now, get your mind out of the gutter and enjoy the food Sammy and I slaved over all afternoon.”

“Umm, if I remember correctly, I cooked the steaks—which is kind of the most important part of the meal.”

You cocked your hip out and crossed your arms, directing a pointed glance at the long row of bowls filled with sides lining the kitchen table. “Okay,” you sighed dramatically. “You are right. I guess I’ll go ahead and dump all these out…and get rid of the pecan pie that is baking to perfection in the oven as we speak.” You managed to take exactly one step towards the oven before Dean blocked your path. So predictable, you think, a smile lighting up your face as you look up at the older Winchester.

“You take one more step towards that pie, and I’ll throw you down and hog tie you, Y/N. I’m not even playing.”

“You sure know how to make a girl’s heart go pitter patter, Dean. But how about we save that little fantasy for dessert, too?”  Before you even realized what your body was doing, you took a step towards him then slowly reached up and gently tugged the middle of his shirt, batting your long eyelashes and rolling your bottom lip between your teeth as you did so.

You noticed how the playful look vanished from his green eyes, quickly replaced by something a little darker and a lot hotter. How his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and then stiffened his spine like he might be anticipating something. How his tongue flicked out and slowly ran across his full lips. For a split second, you were proud, and also more than a little shocked, that your flirtations seemed to have some sort of effect on him. But then you caught yourself and realized that was exactly how a normal girl would react, and you refused to fall into that normal girl category. Normal just wasn’t your thing, never really had been, but after…after everything, you developed this freakishly strong aversion to anything to falling within that realm. Your thoughts once again drifted to the note tucked safely away in your pocket.

So instead of following through or allowing yourself to imagine where things might go if you kept up your little performance, you simply grinned at him and spouted off the line he’d used on you a few moments ago, “You should see the look on your face. Classic.”

Your heart was still racing as you  walked straight for your mixed drink, picked it up and downed it in a few big gulps.

Dean’s eyes were still fixed on your back, watching as you poured yourself another one. The sound of Sam’s chair dragging across the floor as he settled into his spot at the dinner table finally broke him out of his little trance. He gave his head a quick shake and cleared his throat before stepping forward to take his seat as well. When you finished mixing your cocktail, you sat down too, and Dean immediately rubbed his hands together excitedly and dug in.

Appreciative groans echoed around the table as everyone took their first bites of the meal. “I swear I could die happy right now,” Dean mumbled through a mouth full of ribeye. “Thanks for springing for the good steaks, Y/N. Totally worth it.”

“Yep," you agreed, "the only thing that would make them better is ketchup.”

“That’s what you wanted to the ketchup for?” Sam asked incredulously, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “We always ate them with ketchup.” You glanced to your left and saw Dean had quit chewing and was now sitting dead still and staring at you like you had just sprouted a second head.

“Ketchup? On a steak? But why?”

“Because it’s good, you big cry baby. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Well for starters, it’s just downright un-American, that’s what. But second of all, I cook a damn good steak, and I know for a fact they don’t need any friggin’ ketchup to make them edible.”

“It’s not an insult to your cooking skills, Emeril. I just like what I like—and in this case, it’s ketchup…on my steak.”

“You’re not normal, you know that, right?”

A smile tugged at your lips as you leaned towards him, looking him straight in the eyes, and asked, “And when have I ever striven to be normal, Dean?”

He made a show of considering your question, pursing his lips, squinting one eye and looking up towards the ceiling, brow furrowed in concentration. “I’ve got nothing. Guess that means you are a freak.”

“Yep, just like the rest of my family,” you chuckled, leaning back and pointing at Sam and Dean. “But I've got to admit, if I have to eat ketchup-less steak, there’s no one alive I’d rather eat it with than you two idjits.”

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[sider3us]

Alphabet tag

I wasn’tt tagged by anyone, but I saw this floating around and I felt like doing one, so!

~RULES: ANSWER THE A-Z QUESTIONS AND TAG SOME FRIENDS!~

Anyone can do it if they feel like it.

A: age ➳ I’m 17 years old. I’m in senior year, and the fact I’m so close to being an adult has me having an inner crisis at night tbh LMAO. B: birthplace ➳ British Columbia C: current time ➳ 4:15 PM D: drink i had last ➳ I drank water, because I haven’t been doing so lately. It’s not healthy. Oof ;; E: easiest person to talk to ➳ I think that’d be my sister or friend Gillian. I don’t talk too much to lots of people, and I’m just plain awful keeping up with texts. ;; F: favorite song ➳ Currently my favorite song is by Maître Gims. It’s called “Est-ce que tu m'aimes?” G: grossest memory ➳ ... I once sneezed when I had a really awful cold and a very runny nose. You can imagine how that went. To make that worse, I was talking to a friend and he just laughed. Ugh. H: hogwart’s house ➳ Ravenclaw. I used to be Slytherin but now it’s Ravenclaw. Sucks though, because I bought the whole damn Slytherin uniform when I went to HP studio 8) I: in love ➳ Nope J: jealous of people ➳ Not at all.. rather than being jealous of people, I tend to be the one that feeling is directed at 🙃. My ex-best friend let that consume her, and insecurity ate at her no matter what I did. In the end, we parted on some really awful terms. To this day, she’s still salty with me over things that make me myself, and that really opened my eyes. Jealousy is ugly. I haven’t been jealous of a person, but I never will be if I ever think about this situation. K: killed someone ➳ No, but sometimes I feel like I’m going to throttle a fool. L: love at first sigh ➳ I have no opinion on that. I mean, whatever floats your boat, but for myself, I’d need to get to know people before anything else. M: middle name ➳ Marie. Which is my ex-best friend’s name. Damn. N: number of siblings ➳ 1 older sister O: one wish ➳ To be financially stable (to live relatively comfortably and have a family of my own someday) P: person you called last ➳ My aunt. I couldn’t find her hotel room LOL. Q: questions you’re always asked ➳ Are you the older one? (My sister has a softer voice and face, and her facial structure is rounder with slightly poutier lips. I have sharp ass cheek bones from my grandmother and always look really serious. I probably have the most defined bone structure in my family, really... plus my voice is deeper. They think my 23 year old sister is younger lol) What is wrong with you? (I act really weirdly out of the blue with people I’m comfortable with) R: reason to smile ➳ I’m healthy, and music helps me through everything. BTS is also what makes me smile a lot. S: song you say last ➳ The Other - LAUV T: time you woke up ➳ 11 AM, because I messed up my sleep schedule. I sleep too late. U: underwear color ➳ bOI WHO PUT THIS ON A QUESTIONAIRE? V: vacation destination ➳ Uh, I’d love to go to London and Paris with friends. I’ve been there before but... I never got to fully look around because my mom is that hardcore tourist parent, meanwhile I like to take my time exploring. I’d also like to revisit Japan. And please, I’d like to go to Seoul because it’s beautiful there. W: worst habit ➳ Procrastination is strong with this girl LOL. I also get frustrated with tasks pretty easily and have fluctuating focus when it comes to working on things I’m not extremely into. X: x-rays ➳ I don’t think I’ve had an X-ray? Z: zodiac sign ➳ Taurus, your local exhausted bull that steals food from the pantry and gets moody.

[fionnmeetsharry]

plsss write about meeting fionn's fam like his parents/siblings

A/N: Guys I actually proofread this one!! So we don’t know much about Fionns family because of how private he is, which it is his right to have that privacy, but with unlimited knowledge of them I did my best with his siblings and father. I really enjoyed writing this one with the extra people, Hope you enjoy!!💙

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“Y/N, c’mon love you hav’ta get up, you’ve been hiding in the bed all day and you need to get ready”. Fionn had been trying to coax you to get up since 9 this morning and it was now 10:30, you were supposed to meet his family at their house at 12:30. With your face smooshed into your pillow you started to mumble to Fionn a bad excuse as to why you couldn’t get up,“I can’t get up Fionn because if I get up then I have to get ready and if I get ready I have to get in the car and if i get in the car I’m gonna end up at your families house”. Fionn sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, sitting on the edge of the bed where you remained. “I thought you were excited to meet my family love, I mean… I thought you wanted too”. You could tell he was disappointed, and it’s not like you exactly explained yourself well as to why you didn’t want to get in the car and end up at their house, but it was just that you were nervous, you and Fionn haven’t said “I love you” yet but you both knew you loved each other, and with loving Fionn you want his family to love you, to like who you are. “Baby of course I want to meet your family, it’s just…just that I’m scared, nervous that I may mess something up or say the wrong thing or wear the wrong thing, I just want to make a good first impress-“You had sat up before you went on rambling about how nervous you were, Fionn quickly pressed his lips to yours making you shut up and calm down. You already felt less nervous and calmed down after the kiss, Fionns forehead is now pressed to yours while he looks into your eyes, one hand tangled in the bed hair on the side of your head,“Love, there is no way they are going to judge you based off of any of those things, you’re with me and that’s all that matters, they’re not going to care about what you wear or if you trip and knock over all the food”. You’re both laughing now and you feel much better smiling at the amazingly sweet and beautiful boy in front of you. “Thank you Fionn, i feel much better now, it’s just I care about you a lot and I want them to know that or to think that you picked the right person to be with. You could have anybody you wanted now and you picked me”. “Hey now none of that, I care a lot about you too and they’ll see that. And what is this about having anybody that I want? I want you, always have and always will, wouldn’t want anybody else. I still get butterflies when I see you, no matter if you just left the room and you’re coming right back, as soon as you walk in the room..I immediately get that flutter in my stomach. Y/N, I didn’t know I needed somebody so much before I met you”. You immediately grab Fionns face and give him a passionate kiss, there are now tears running down your face from the sweet boys words. “I didn’t know I needed someone so much before I met you either, thank you Fionn that means a lot”. “Well I’m glad I could motivate you to go, now you better go get ready” You get up from the bed grabbing some clothes from the closet and heading to the bathroom,“Uh Fionn, you know when you said you wouldn’t want anyone else other than me?”“Yea, why?”“You mean you wouldn’t even want Harry?”“Bloody hell no! He’d be all ‘Let’s go on a 3Aam run’ ‘Here try this chunky green veggie smoothie’ ‘Fionn, wanna hear a joke’”. You’re now laughing uncontrollably at how spot on Fionn was with his harry impersonation,“Ok baby, just making sure”.

You pull up to the beautiful house, it wasn’t a mansion or anything, but it was a lovely home out in the country, surrounded by beautiful green trees and flowers in the front yard. You got out of the car after Fionn opened your door for you, the both of you walking up to the front door with fingers intertwined. “You look beautiful by the way, no need to be nervous love”. You smile at his kind words as he knocks on the door, you can hear the door being unlocked and opened,“Fionn, you’re here and just in time the girls, your brother, and I are just about done with lunch, come in come in. Oh, where are my manners, you must be Y/N, it’s lovely to meet you finally, we’ve heard a lot about you, and when I say a lot I mean a lot”. You both laugh while you can see a blush filling Fionns cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. “It’s nice to meet you too sir”. “Oh please, call me Tim. Hey, guys Fionn and Y/N are here!”As the three of you are walking from the foyer into the rest of the house an amazing smell fills your nose, as you renter the kitchen you can see that the family was working on making your favorite dish. “Fionn you’re here with Y/N. She’s just as pretty as you said she was”. Now you’re the one blushing at Sonnys compliment and Fionn is hugging his brother with a big smile on his face that you hadn’t seen in a while, not that you never made him smile and genuinely happy but this was different, you could tell he missed them, you could tell that he really cares for his family. “Y/N, I’m Hattie Fionn really has told us a lot about you and that alfredo is your favorite meal, I hope you don’t mind but we kinda wanted to try and make it for lunch”. “Mind? Of course I don’t mind that was extremely sweet of y'all, can I help with anything?”“No ma’am there will be no helping from you or Fionn, you’re our guests. Hi, I’m Maisie, Fionn tells us you’re an animal lover, something about you being the perfect person for him cause you love Lewis just as much as he does”. You hear a snicker come from Hattie,“Yea we were almost scarred that he would just end up with Lewis and no one else”. “Ok, ok, I love my dog is that so bad?”You walk over to Fionn placing your hand on his back,“Not at all baby, he’s an amazing dog”. “Well I thought while they finish up lunch Fionn if you don’t mind, I may steal Y/N away and show her around to the rest of the animals of the family?”“Yea if you want to love”. Fionn says while looking at you. “Yea sounds like fun”.

You were already starting to grow close to Maisie, she was very sweet and funny, actually you were starting to love the whole family and you’d just met them, but they were lovely. While walking back into the kitchen you hear something break, quickly entering the cooking area you can see Fionn and Tim running in to see what happened. “Oh my god I’m so sorry I…I don’t know what happened I just tripped and now we have no food I ruined all the food”. Hattie was in a panic looking down at the floor now filled with pasta and broken glass from the platter. “Hattie, its fine it was an accident, I was actually terrified earlier that I was gonna do the exact same thing, it’s ok”. Fionns now helping his sister clean up the mess while she is still flustered,“The only problem is we now have nothing to eat, they don’t deliver all the way out here”. You smile at the poor girl,“That’s fine, if you all don’t mind I’m pretty good at whipping things up from random ingredients, I could make lunch”. “No Y/N, you’re our guest, you’re not cooking”. “Dad, just let her, she’s right she’s amazing at that”. After you and Fionn convinced his family to let you cook Sonny asked if he could help while the rest of the family went outside on the patio to spend time with Fionn. “Ok Sonny it looks like we have ingredients for pancakes and I think I may just be able to make fried chicken. Can you mix together the pancakes while I do the chicken?”Sonny agrees, mixing up the batter while you’re frying the chicken, you knew fried chicken was Fionns favorite so you were thrilled that you could make it. While finishing up the meal Sonny sets the table and gets the syrup from the pantry. After placing the pancakes on one platter and the fried Chicken on the other, Sonny runs to tell everyone that it’s time to eat. You see the family walk in all with smiles on their faces that you had actually made a real meal from The limited ingredients they had. “Love, I don’t know how you did this but it looks and smells amazing, and you made my favorite, Fried chicken, you’re incredible you know that?”“Well so are you Mr. Whitehead, remember how I was sort of in a panic this morning and you talked me out of it? Just think of this as kind of a thank you”. “Now I’ve heard of chicken and waffles, but not chicken and pancakes, but I have a feeling I will like this better”. Tim smiles at you as the family sits down to eat, them all telling you and Sonny how good it is, you all talking about your lives, Tims music along with Hattie’s, and Maisies dancing.

After dinner you all clean up, Fionn washing, you drying, and the sisters putting dishes away while Tim and Sonny clean the table and counters.

“Fionn, that’s an amazing girl you’ve got in there, and I can tell that you both care a lot about each other, you better hold on to this one”. Fionn is now outside smoking with Tim while you and the others are inside sipping some tea. “I plan on it dad, I really like her…I think I love her actually, I’m in love with her”. “Then you better make sure that you tell her, or show her if you’re not ready to tell her, but let her know”. “I will, I promise, she’s my forever”.

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Fear is a Knife {*TRIGGER WARNING*}

i used to be afraid of sharp objects. knives, needles and ballpoints. a shot from doctor kalimizoo, steak knifes ridges and the pins on my grandmas brooches. The point of a perfect pencil so powerful to puncture your parts with a potential pressure. yeah i used to be afraid of sharp objects. In school i was extra cautious with my protractor, and i made sure i didn’t run with scissors. and to hold my pink construction paper and blades far enough from my body so that i wouldn’t lose any hair in the tedious process of my awkward left hand trying to grip my privileged right hand scissors. And i changed my earrings that were planted in my ear lobes since the age of six minimally so very minimally that when i did exchange them for the occasional holiday party or first day of school runway, it felt as though i was separating them from the center of my flesh. My sister helped me wrangle out of them each time .Thoughtful, she kept needle on her dresser for when my ears closed up, and a glass for water for when i blacked out. and there used to be a knife block on my kitchen counter. This knife block, was poorly constructed ands exposed part of the blades of cleavers, and saws and daggers of knives and it brought me a barrel of distress having to share that square foot of counter to smear peanut butter onto my burnt toast with an ice cream spoon. And i remember everyday i lurked past it with fear tucked deep into my diaphram screaming into my mind like every morning before school was a rondevou and i was indiana jones on a mission to defeat my hunger and inevitable fear of these knives. But one day as i drearily slinked into the kitchen at sometime around 6:45 am for school, i noticed more than some of the knives were missing. And for a time this instilled a sense of immediate chaos in my brain, an alarm, kind of like when you hit a spider with a newspaper, it falls down and magically disappears forever. the nerves underneath my skin tingled and i feared for the safety of myself and my family. For some time my parents didn’t know where they had gone to either. They told us to look for them, but i left the scavenge up to my siblings because no thanks. Weeks later the knives were still missing and the fear had worn away like a cheap sweater and i once again felt comfortable in my own home and continued to smear my peanut butter with ice cream spoons. My family had their annual Halloween get together. It was one of my favorites times of the year because i could look as ridiculous as i wanted and my mother wouldn’t scorn me. My sister was princess leia, my brother peter pan, and i want a brunette, candy-guzzling, mess of a tinker bell. My mother had bought me these perfectly sparkly earring to go with my perfectly sparkly outfit and my sister agreed to take up the task of aiding with the painful switch. As she widdled the pointed through my ears and kept a warm rag at hand on her dresser, i glanced over the heaps of wondrous assorted objects behind it. Poking out of a cable knit scarf was one of the knifes that i thought was lost forever. Since i was already feeling like a brave pixie that evening , i jumped up and exclaimed “papa i found them!!!” Although i was curious of my sisters safety and how they got to be with her treasures, i figured she was alright because she was always cautious and had a bundle of tissues and scar creams on her night stand. The knife block was restored and although anxiety was not reduced, my family was sound. Months past, it was April now. I still wore my sparkly earring, however their shine was muttled and disfigured by from my hot soapy baths and the fade of the sun. I went down to pantry to grab some oatmeal i had graduated to at the age of 9 and went to the counter to prep it. The knives were gone AGAIN. i resisted as much dry heaving and crying as i ran to my mother to tell her the treacherous happening. She answered with the same disgruntlement and i sank in my assigned chair so furiously agitated asking god what did i ever do to those knives to deserve this. i retaliated to my sly detective operations- but from a distance as i instigated my labrador and looked under every piece of furniture that i could. There were cuts in the floorboards in the foyer. Could this be a counter attack aimed from the rivalry of all the sharp objects out to get me. My mother said it was because the new recliner was dragged to hard across the floor. case a was closed. the dog food case was mysteriously bust open one night. Kibble cascaded down the steps and bon apa teet to all the canines, this was a free all you can buffet, wish i had their insurance. This was later debunked by my dogs anxious newfound behavior of destruction over long periods of time when were were gone. case b was closed. i found puddles of blood on the bathroom floor. I asked around in terror that my family was a victim of their inane cutlery minds and deprived torture. My sister said it was her menstrual blood. I had not factored this in since i was not yet due in age to be graced with shark week 2.0 so i apologized for any mishaps. case c was closed. once again my fears had nodded off lost along with the silver and thankfully went about my days unharmed. my parkly iridescent earring had became a greenish bluish, copper. It was time for the replacements. My mom had surprised me with some pale, silver rimmed butterflies. i was stoked like a bike. i was ready to go from drab to fab, i kicked off my hello kitty backpack and tink sneaks and rushed up to my sister who appeared to be enthroned in the bathroom. without care or first thought, i barged into the bathroom in a dance and nearly slipped in the substances spilled on the ground when i found my sister naked, bent over the toilet. menstrual blood. menstrual blood was everywhere. On one hand i was fearful of myself in a selfish matter- that that was an average secret occurrence in the life of a pubescent teenage girl. But as i looked up her legs i saw her flesh peeling down like a potato, her skin wilted like branches, rushing down her knees and tycoon in between her legs where i caught a gleam of an object. Across further extension in my horror i realized it was the knife, the knives that were missing the same fucking knives balanced on a plank of wood sloppily where sandwiched in her groin piercing all contacted limbs around them. And These knives these knives how stupid am i to let them out of my sight where they prowl and prey upon MY loved ones.

And i looked up into her green eyes in such empty disbelief. but when I looked up into her glassy green eyes and past my own reflection i saw so much pain, but more any pain, fear. her fear spread to her nervous smile where blood trickled down her jowls like a baby drinking poisoned koolaid, like a cannibal caught midfeast. but i realized all the gore on her pallets was composed of pure fear. It was fear highly concentrated and molded down to a trapezoid plate of metal, sharpened to the point of a razor/ a point to puncture her pretty pristine parts and oh allina if i had only realized sooner that it is only fear that is the ultimate demise, so much more malicious and intentional than a knife or a mosquito bite or some height of the edge of a cliff. Our fear is what separates us from safety and harm. Our minds meticulously sculpting scenarios and negativity to split into all the gaps between our flesh and our bones. Until forcibly we try to rip them out on our own with the sharp objects and irrationalities we began with. And i dropped those earring so fast on the ground because nothing could quite compare to the horror of my sister soaked in so much fear. Fear in crimson and red. I could smell the iron in her blood over any height of whatever had brought it to be.

And i can still smell it. I can still see my reflection in the stainless steal, e-z clean, ratchet ray carving knives wedged in her once soft, uncorrupted flesh. and now she wears them on her legs for all the fear she once was force fed to the point where puncturing its praises through her skin was the only release. And she now she wears them as a badge of all of the fear that she overcame- the hell she had no escape from for years.

And i didn’t realize i was trapped inside my own fear, i was using my weaponry on my person. When all i wanted was to change my earring and avoid the points on the ends.

But more than any point on a blade, the sharpest weapon a man can use against himself is him alone.

And the knife block. the knife block on the counter….

After my sister was rushed to the hospital, and then the psych ward for days, and weeks at a time, to the point i didn’t ever know when shed come home-

And while id wait for her return I’d occupy all my time in that square foot of counter shared with that kitchen knife block. restored to its pristine order like it had been entirely untouched. Because the only thing disturbed was me, the only thing disturbed was her, the only thing missing was her flesh, the only thing fucking missing was her hope, the only thing missing was her mind , Her peace the only thing missing was her,

AND AND AND

And i used to be afraid of sharp objects.

But now that i’m older.

I know theres nothing to be feared, but fear itself.

[aurumnyx]

Tagged by the lovely @widowsresolve​ (she’s awesome and I love her)

holy crap, you were right this is freakin’ long.  here you go kids, more information about me than you probably ever wanted but are now getting.

Relationship status: i am very very single, and i’m okay with that for the most part.

Favorite colors: RED

Pets:  MY GERMAN SHEP WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH AND GET TO SEE IN 10 DAYS I’M SO EXCITED.  His name is Pharaoh :)  Also my roommates and I have some fishes.

Last song I listened to: i’ve been listening to the Fantastic Beasts soundtrack all day long cause I haven’t really felt like moving and i just really love movie soundtracks

First fandom: technically speaking I didn’t know what fandom was until I was like 13, so Transformers, but before that it was probably Ninja Turtles when I was like 9.

Hobbies: drawing, reading, writing, sleeping

Favorite book: i don’t really know anymore tbh... hopefully when I’m done with school I can do more reading of books and find a new favorite.

Worst thing I’ve eaten: i’m really not picky at all, but like... when you bite into something hoping it’s ripe and the taste is all off and you just need to spit it out.

Favorite place:  uh, that’s a tough one.  I love being home, but I don’t necessarily want to be in Nebraska anymore.  I went to New York for the first time in March and I REALLY REALLY want to go back, so probably New York City right now.

Are you named after someone? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one of my siblings who doesn’t have a family name.

When is the last time you cried? I felt like crying on Saturday, but didn’t surprisingly... So I think the last time I actually cried was about a month ago.

Do you like your handwriting? Yeah, it’s dumb but I’m kind of vain about it and if it doesn’t look right I gotta erase and try again.

What is your favorite lunch meat? probably roast beef, tho salami is probably a close second cause my dad and i got kind of obsessed with havarti cheese and it tastes really good with salami.

Do you have kids? nope

If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I think so. 

Do you use sarcasm? HAH.  It’s like second nature.  

Do you still have your tonsils? Unfortunately.

Would you bungee jump? HELL NAH.  

What is your favorite kind of cereal? what ever kind is in the pantry haha, if it’s there I will eat it.  But probably Lucky Charms... or the chocolate Marshmallow Mateys.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? just my boots.

Do you think you’re a strong person? physically?  LMAO NO.  mentally/ emotionally? ..... maybe?  eh.

What is your favorite ice cream flavor? ANNELYN I KNEW I LOVED YOU FOR A REASON MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP IS MY FAVORITE TOO.  It’s also really freakin good with caramel on it.  

What is the first thing you notice about people? eyes, smile, hair.

Red or pink? RED

What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? i’m a lil chubby, but normally that doesn’t really bother me.

What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? i am not wearing pants or shoes right now.

What was the last thing you ate? one of those sausage/ pancake corndog things. 

What are you listening to? Still listening to Fantastic Beasts soundtrack.

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Permanent Geranium Lake (i looked up crayola crayons.)

Favorite smell? the desert after it rains, clean mountain air, my dad’s cooking, the lemon/ cinnamon thing that my grandma boils and always leaves my clothes smelling like her house after i leave.

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my grandpa

Favorite sport to watch? i don’t really watch sports all that often, but i do enjoy some good American Football.

Hair color? brown/ blonde

Eye color? blue-gray with some green around the pupil.

Do you wear contacts? yes

Favorite food to eat? HAMBURGERS.

Scary movies or comedy? comedy, i don’t do scary movies.

Last movie you watched? Guardians of the Galaxy 2

What color shirt are you wearing? Gray with some Autobots on it.

Summer or winter? winter.

Hugs or kisses? hugs.  

What book are you currently reading? Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Who do you miss right now? my mom and dad, my siblings, my dog, my friends back home, a couple of my cousins

What is on your mouse pad? usually my hand.

What is the last tv program  you watched?  F.R.I.E.N.D.S. like a freakin month ago, I haven’t had much time to watch tv.

What is the best sound? a good song, thunderstorm sans tornado siren, little waterfalls, when my family is together and we’re laughing and everything is happy

Rolling stones or the Beatles? eh, i don’t really care either way.

What is the furthest you have ever traveled? France, the Alps specifically is the farthest I’ve been.

Do you have a special talent? apparently people think i’m cool and i have no idea why.

Where were you born? Utah, USA

People you expect to participate in the survey? well, normally @widowsresolve i can count on... but seeing as she’s the one that tagged me... i donno, i’ll tag people and be surprised.

11 Questions from @widowsresolve

1. What movie would you change the ending to?  GIVE ME PERCIVAL GRAVES.  really tho, just... just add him into the end, let me know he’s okay. 

2. Have you ever rock climbed?  on one of those fake rock walls.

3. Peanut butter or mint with chocolate? MINT.

4. Do you prefer baking or cooking?  Uh, I can barely do either??? But i do like baking better.  

5. What show did you watch when you were young that has particularly stuck with you?  uh, my dad and I watched a lot of Wacky Races and Johnny Bravo, and when I couldn’t sleep we’d watch Madeline

6. Favorite movie franchise?  Annelyn expects me to say the Hobbit, and she wouldn’t be wrong, but also Marvel, LOTR, Harry Potter, the first two Mummy movies, Fast and Furious

7. Chemistry, physics, or biology?  probably physics because one of the things i was interested in as a kid was Astronomy.

8. Favorite quote?  “Happiness can be found in the darkest times if one only remembers to turn on the light.”  I got lots of favorite quotes, but that was the first one that came to mind.

9. Do you like puzzles? Do you prefer puzzles with fewer pieces or gigantic puzzles?  I do like puzzles, i haven’t done one in years tho so i don’t really have a preference.

10. If you could live anywhere, where would you choose?  a small town with the mountains in view, a place where i can see the stars, somewhere i can have a nice fire pit in the backyard and a hammock 

11. Favorite trope in fiction?  misfit group becomes family, enemy becomes friend/ weird uncle, the sunshine one/ the grumpy one, childhood friends

My 11 Questions....

1.  What did you want to be when you were little?

2.  Road trips, yay or nay?

3.  What is your favorite video game and/or board game?

4.  Where is one place you’ve always wanted to travel to?

5.  Summer Olympics or Winter Olympics?

6.  What is something that makes you happy?

7.  Any brothers or sisters?

8.  Ever done anything crazy?

9.  Cars or Airplanes?

10.  (Annelyn I’m stealing one of yours) Favorite trope in fiction?

11.  Favorite candy?

I tagggg.... @trouble-under-fire @gingahninjah @robotzombiedog @the-curly-headed @writersstareoutwindows @mickymoon and really anyone else who wants to...