#Well except the candels

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Ariel as Eliza Schuyler

Or for that one person that got upset with my wicked - satisfied comparison Eliza looking like Ariel (;

[embersoftheorder]

EMBERS OF THE ORDER

A World of Warcraft Roleplaying Blog

From the personal journal of Captain Rachel Dewitt, Order of Embers Operations Manager and Liaison to the Alliance: Stormwind Division (All notes and stories within these journals follow the calendar of initial joining of the Order of Embers until present date.)

27th day of the 8th month, Summer of Year 6 The world changed again.

Dalaran has fallen. Again.

Is it really surprising? I'm not sure. I would like to rely on old prejudices against the magi, that they keep to their towers and secrets like rats in a hold but that would be a lie. The Kirin Tor had truly been nothing but doing their best to be guardians of the world as much as we are to Drustvar. But we can't rely on old prejudices and old ways of thinking. Have to keep moving forward and we have to adjust.

I have to adjust.

As we had done before during the Shadowlands, House Waycrest and my superiors have authorized me to allow my team to go to the aid of Dalaran in hopes of creating a better relationship and positive atmosphere between our communities. I am still rolling my eyes at that statement from Albot. I know what he really wants. Clout. Power.

Gold.

I'm glad that Candell is such good friends with Reese, cause I don't know we could continue to afford to rent this place in the Pig and Whistle with the meager funds that Drustvar can spare to us. Rebuilding a country isn't easy or cheap but you'd think they could afford to give us a little something more to make us appear to be at least respectable. Hell Duun's been moonlighting as practically a guard around here to make her ends meet. Honestly I think she makes more clearing kobolds and other things down there than she does as my assistant. I feel bad for her, this was not what she was expecting when we came here four years ago. But granted I didn't expect to lose Candell on some weird 'death' campaign into another world. And Nubern. I can't forgive myself for that man. No one should. Least of all me, though I know Eld has been eating it up as well.

I shouldn't call the Shadowlands weird considering what we do here and what we have faced in the past, but the whole debacle is just strange. Thinking about it just makes my head hurt as much. Might be the rum as well.

We have dragons. I don't know a damn thing about dragons, except how to possibly kill them and that for once is the last helpful thing around here. Maybe we should set up a meeting some of their people. They could know some tricks or ideas or have some gold to help the Order out. I'll have to make a note for later.

The circle comes round again to the big news of this entry. Dalaran. Another tragedy in the world's history. I don't know if we're gonna make it better, but I do know that Candell is hardly going to be one to sit around while there's something going on to the west. He never does. His apprentice or rather partner now is just the same. I wasn't supposed to babysit heroes, just soldiers. I guess they die all the same as well.

I miss you Cristoph. Every day. Your heart is mine, and I hope you know mine is yours. It just hurts.

Candell says it's like a war within. He should know especially with his history. Tides all of us do.

I love you.

Witt

OOC:

This is blog for characters created within the realm of World of Warcraft involving generally the protagonist/hero concept that has a lot to do with the Order of Embers from the Battle for Azeroth. I had cultivated a lot of these characters for a long time on an alternate blog, but since returning to the game and with a new expansion arriving it felt right to build a new and better place to continue to work on this concept. I love all of them even if I get lost some times trying to keep them going creatively and in gameplay. So please if you'd like to interact, collaborate, offer words of support/critique, or just say 'hey'; don't hesitate too. Thanks for reading this and I hope I make something you come to enjoy here.

Below you will find links to the basic information of the cast of characters for this blog (which knowing my level of alt-aholism, will be ever growing cast).

Dramatis Personae

Eldridge Candell - Inquisitor of the Order of Embers Cheryl Duun - Inquisitor of the Order of Embers; Ratcatcher Rachel Dewitt - Operations Manager of the Order of Embers

Beldwin Storm - Gallant of Drustvar; The Green Son

More to come…

[eclipsecrowned]

on the subject of madness, peeling back the curtain, and my muses

so it's canonical lore to the novel series that the discovery of vampires is enough to drive a human to madness... when anne wants it to be.

we see this concept repeat in the image of doomed babbette in louis' recollection, as well as daniel himself as outlined in his chapter in qotd. however, anne herself seems to play hard and fast with this rule as the series goes on -- while most humans likely see l*stat's schtick as simple kayfabe, gleefully oblivious to his true nature and instead seeing him as just another glam rocker with a brand from the 80s, there are several mortal characters in later novels that simply... take it square on the chin?

you can write off a few of them as being of supernatural stock themselves/able to endure in the vein of the m*yfairs, but then you also have normal humans like dora who for some reason is not immediately unraveled a la aforementioned babs and danny. likewise, gabrielle does not have some great revelation when her son is revealed to be a vampire, while n1cki appears to have his nervous constitution enhanced by his damnation.

and for my own muses? i kind of pull from that tvl concept of 'it depends on the person.'

among my own muses, candel and susan as a mystic and a psychic can both be said to be... resistant to the realization. but then i have characters like gabrielle, claude, and kris who take the idea of vampirism with grace. gabrielle wants immediate relief from mortality, claude is steadfast in denial in all but a handful of verses, and kris' reaction to vampires being real is no steeper than 'get the gun' because she has this realization when she thinks herself to be in immediate danger. josette is mischaracterized by those who knew her as losing her mind in college and abandoning her life in new orleans after some revelation, but she actually sustained her mind and reason in contrast to the reputation her actions cultivated. while it might unsettle to realize humanity is no longer the top of the foodchain, it doesn't mean everyone's sanity starts peeling away like old wallpaper.

the exceptions to this actually have reason to be such.

my daniel was the right age for certain bad brains to make themselves known. if anything, his brush with death in that san francisco rented room just kicked everything into motion. the obsession, the delusion, the self-importance, it was all an inheritance from his mother only helped along by his experiences. the 'madness' was going to come upon him all the same. the sudden upending of his worldview only provided fertile ground for it to take root and flourish unchecked for nearly a decade to follow. it's part of why he stays on top of therapy even today -- vampires didn't start this any more than vampirism quelled it.

karin is in much the same boat. she has childhood trauma neatly tucked out of sight that already puts her on shaky terms with reality at times, hypervigilant, paranoid. throw in the year of being gaslit by her inhuman employers and she was also going to crack regardless. her run in with a vampire unassociated with the coven was just the last push she needed to topple over the edge. her return intent on doing her boss' head in was less knoweldge-induced insanity as it was common sense after the experience she had with his kind.

even babette, i'd argue, had a reason to topple all the way down. already consumed by grief and stress after her brother's death, and being a historical woman inclined to church-sanctioned lack of objective logic, i'm sure that realizing her neighbor and mentor was a gothic novel monster was enough to send her careening to a low point. she was never going to get objectivity about the situation to reason it out or have support, to the point in my writing her own descendants believe her to have done war with a devil as some fantastical cautionary tale.

tl;dr anne is truly wild for acting like finding out you're not the final word on evolution as a human would drive you insane just because. that's the exception rather than the rule in my writing. most people are pretty well adjusted and can be unsettled or even get a little weird about it without going full tilt into bedlam.

[kitsunes-multiverse]

Never Alone Again

Chapter 5: Heading Into Town

That Friday morning, after getting ready, Kitsune headed downstairs. Chris immediately took notice of the bag on her shoulder, piquing his curiosity. "Ah, are you heading out?" He asked.

Kitsune nodded, looking for her keys. "Yep! I think it's about time I introduced myself to the townspeople, y'know?" She responded, grumbling under her breath. "Now where the hell are they..."

"Could... Could I come with you?" Chris questioned, prompting her to look up. "I-I mean, I know that I'll see you again and all, but it just... gets really lonely here, and I want to see the town again. I'll even keep myself scarce!"

The redhead hummed, thinking it over. Before long, she shrugged, smiling to herself. "Ah, what the hell. Why not? C'mon, let's go." She waved for him to follow, as she had finally found her keys.

The spirit smiled, excitedly flying after her. Upon locking up the house, Kitsune walked down the slightly forested trail. "Bit eerie walking down here... I can only guess how this place would look at night. Thankfully, it's only five minutes away from the rest of the town." She said to herself.

"Huh... I suppose I never noticed how isolated it was." Chris noted, glancing around. "It would honestly make sense, considering the murder theory. That far out, you wouldn't be able to hear anything." He added.

"I just wish I knew why it was us, and why I'm the only one that stayed." He stated. Kitsune hummed, glancing back at him. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, I'm sure. For now, we'll just focus on the town." She stated.

"Alright then, you're right." Chris nodded, floating right beside her. "Oh, you know, this might actually be a good chance for you to meet Lilith! I've been wondering how she's been since I died." He chirped.

"Lilith?" Kitsune repeated, glancing at him. "She's my childhood friend! We've been friends since we were five, and she lives in town too. She has blonde hair and red eyes- you can't miss her." Chris explained.

"Alrighty then, we'll keep an eye out! Who knows, maybe we can find a way to have you talk to her somehow." Kitsune smiled, as her and her ghostly roommate reached the main part of town. "Well, here we are." She said, just as a tall, curvy woman with blonde hair strolled into view.

"Oh, that's Shirley! She runs the candle store!" Chris pointed out.

Kitsune looked at him, a bit surprised. "Wait so, you remember her? Do you know everyone in town?" She asked.

"Well... Yes and no. I know everyone's names and occupations, but I can't recall as to what they were like or what my relationship with them was. I suppose Lilith was the only exception because I spent so much time around her." Chris explained.

"Hm, interestin'..." Kitsune mumbled, not fully noticing as the blonde woman she saw approached.

"Ah, hey there, darlin'! I don't believe I've ever seen you here before!" She chirped, catching the redhead's attention. The blonde woman had a friendly smile on her face as she held out her hand.

"My name is Shirley, Shirley Candelle! What's your name, sugar?" She asked, a southern accent very prominent in her voice.

Kitsune smiled in return, shaking her hand. "Kitsune Queen. It's a pleasure to meet you, Shirley." She responded.

"Likewise, Kitsune!" Shirley chirped. "Oh my stars, it's been a good minute since someone else moved in! It's always wonderful to see a new face!" She added. "If you don't mind my askin', are you staying at the mansion up north? I've heard rumors that there was a delivery there." She asked.

"Heh, yep, that's me. Well, me and my cat, Boo." Kitsune replied.

"Boo?! Oh, such a charming name! I'll have to come by at some point and meet the lil guy! If you're ok with that, that is." Shirley responded.

"Oh, sure! Does Sunday work for you? I'm gonna be makin' a few small renovations tomorrow." The redhead responded. "Sounds good to me. I'll see you then, sugar. Oh, and if no one's told you yet, welcome to Palinsville!" The southern woman beamed, giving the young woman a brief hug before walking off.

"She seemed nice." Kitsune commented, as her and Chris continued down the street. "Indeed she does! Then again, I suppose that's to be expected. This is the type of town where everyone knows everyone." Chris commented.

"Wait a moment- Kitsune, did you eat anything before we left?" He suddenly asked. Kitsune paused. "Uhhh... No?" She hesitantly replied.

Chris sighed disapprovingly, shaking his head. "Yep, I had a feeling..." He sighed. "Continue down this road and take a left. The second building down is a bakery." He instructed.

Following his directions, Kitsune went just where he said, and sure enough, there was a bakery. It was painted pink with white and plack tinted windows. It was a really cute place, with little rose bushes beside the glass automatic doors. "Aww, how cute!" Kitsune chirped, stepping inside.

There were only three other people in the building. There was a girl that had white hair with a black streak at the counter, dressed in a monochrome outfit. There were also two other boys that sat at a nearby table, pausing their conversation to look at the redhead. One of the boys had pallid skin and messy blonde hair, whereas the other one had tan skin and brown hair, along with... six arms and eight eyes?

...Ok then.

"Ah, you must be the new resident!" The girl at the counter chirped, clasping her hands together. "I'm Lily, it's a pleasure to meet you! Can I get you anything?"

"Hi, Lily! I'm Kitsune, and likewise. And yeah- could I just get a muffin please? Chocolate chip." Kitsune responded.

"Yeah, of course! I'll get that for you right now!" Lily replied, heading to the back. "Looks like we came here just in time! That must mean she got done with a new batch." Chris commented.

The boy with six arms spoke up, catching the young woman's attention. "Hey! You just moved here, right?" He asked.

Kitsune nodded, smiling politely. "I sure did! Got here almost a week ago!" She replied. "I'm Kitsune as you've heard. And you are?" She asked.

"I'm Charon, this is Albert." Charon stated gesturing to, who Kitsune now knew as, Albert. "Nice to meetcha." The blonde replied.

"Likewise." Kitsune nodded, just as Lily came back. "Here ya go!" The bakery owner said, handing the redhead the muffin. "Fresh out of the oven! Be careful, it's still hot." She said, before adding: "That'll be $5.60!"

"Thanks, Lily." Kitsune said, taking some money out of her wallet and handing it to the girl. That's when Albert made a remark that just seemed... Odd.

"Good to know you're takin' his advice, Lils. As bad as he was, he had a point- you shouldn't just give free pastries to new people all the time."

Lily laughed nervously, seeming a bit uncomfortable about the mention of this unknown 'he'. "Heh, yeah, I guess so, huh." She responded.

After bidding the three farewell, Kitsune headed out of the bakery. Though she still couldn't help but wonder as to what in the living hell that last exchange was meant to entail. "That was weird..." She muttered, glancing over at Chris. "Any idea as to who or what they were talking about?" She asked.

"No, not in the slightest... Maybe an ex boyfriend or something? I don't remember much, but it could be possible that she had one?" Chris suggested, shrugging. "I wish I could be of more assistance, but sadly my limited memory is exactly that- limited." He added.

"It's alright, Chris. I'm sure we'll figure it out eventually." Kitsune responded, pausing as she saw two people up ahead. "Hey, what about them? Do you know those two?" She asked.

Chris looked ahead, seeing two teenagers. One of them had tan skin, brown hair, orange eyes, and was dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts. Her friend was drastically different in appearance, as he had pale skin and blonde hair that obscured his eyes. He was wearing a hoodie that seemed far too big on him and blue jeans.

"Ah, I believe those two are Arc and Say. Strangely enough, I don't know for sure if they have jobs or not. I believe their sister, Nana, does though." Chris responded.

Deciding it'd be best to introduce herself properly, Kitsune walked over. "Uh, hello!" She greeted, causing the two to look over at her.

"New person!!" The boy chirped, hopping out of the tree and sprinting over. "Hi, I'm Arc, this is Say, what's your name?!" He excitedly asked.

The girl, now known as Say, walked over more casually. "Arc, c'mon, I told you to stop doing that!" She reprimanded. "I'm sorry about him, he gets really easily excited. He's like a puppy- and just as dramatic." She said.

Kitsune giggled a bit. "Oh, it's fine, don't worry. I'm Kitsune. And you two are Arc and Say, correct?" She asked.

"Yep!!" Arc responded. "You're the girl who lives in the haunted house!!" He exclaimed.

"......I'm what?" Kitsune asked, stunned. Did they actually know about Chris? Or did they just know the house was haunted?

Say rolled her eyes, punching his arm lightly. "Knock it off, Arc. It isn't haunted, Kennith just heard a loud noise and got spooked. You know how he is." She said.

'Oh... Alright, I guess that makes more sense... Even though it isn't exactly true.' She thought to herself.

"It was nice meeting you both! I'll be seeing you around." She bid them farewell before continuing down the street.

"They were pretty interesting, eh Chris? For a second there, I genuinely thought they were aware of you!" She asked. "I did too, in all honesty. It is a little funny, considering-... Huh." Chris trailed off.

Kitsune turned, looking to see what caused him to be distracted. Following his line of sight, she looked over at another person. She couldn't make out their gender from where she was, but she good see a few details. They were a bit on the shorter side. They had pale skin, dark auburn hair, and blood red eyes. Despite their short stature, they seemed like they'd be quite intimidating.

"Hm, they look cool. Do you recognize them, Chris?" She asked, looking over at him.

"I... No. I honestly don't recognize them at all. I've never seen them before, and I know it's not because I don't remember." Chris responded. "I suppose they must've moved in not long after my death, but... I don't understand how. They're still working on the new housing block..."

Kitsune hummed, somewhat confused. That was... definitely confusing. "Maybe they're staying in an inn or something?" She asked. "Yes, possibly. That makes a lot of sense, actually." Chris responded.

"Ah, hello. You must be the new tenant! How exciting." A smooth, androgynous voice spoke up behind the redhead, causing her to jump. Turning around, she came face to face with the person she and Chris saw.

"Christ on a bike-!" She yelped, causing the person to chuckle a bit. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Candle told me there were some new people, so I figured I'd introduce myself." They stated.

"I'm Adres. If I remember from what Shirley said, your name's Kitsune, right? It's a pleasure." They said. "Yeah, that's me. And it's nice to meet you." Kitsune responded.

"Heh, so polite. Always nice to hear from new people." Adres mused. "How do you like it here so far? I do hope you're enjoying it."

"Oh, very much so! The place is absolutely beautiful." The redhead chirped.

"I'm always happy to hear it. And you're very correct, it is a lovely place, isn't it?" They commented. "Though you know, despite the rumors of the murder, this town's very safe." They said, before adding a comment that just gave Kitsune the worst kind of chills.

"Though you know, the culprit was never caught. Perhaps they just left town, but I suppose you never know for certain~."

[gotboredwrote]

Etymology of Us // TM!JFM

Pairing: Tim Murphy x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4K Style: One-Shot Warnings: (16+) Fluff, explicit-ish talk about sexual themes – no smut (implied), swearing Summary: Everyone who knows Tim knows he’s a smart guy, but they think it’s all about the dinosaurs. For the most part, that’s true. He does have a few other passions, though, and he always unconsciously demonstrates that for you, even in the most personal of situations. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: I have a lot of confidence in the fact that Tim would be educated on more than dinosaurs, and this just happened to be something I felt really strong Tim vibe from. So, yeah. I’m not proud of the introductory part of this story, but whatever lol.

Masterlist

~

You know Tim is smart. So does everyone who knows him. Except you know him a lot more intimately than most. Considering you have been together for almost six months, after having met him at the museum during a tour, there is not a lot you have not done together. You have gone on every kind of date imaginable, and gone almost all the way romantically when you would stay the night at each other’s apartments. It was the best relationship either of you had been in for a number of reasons, and it felt like you were soulmates. Tim never ceased to amaze you every single day, part of the reason your relationship was so strong. You felt like you learned more about love, life, random knowledge, and dinosaurs than you ever did in all your years of formal education. He was a bookworm and always had new information to willingly share with you, something he would never do with past girlfriends. They did not care like you do, something else that made your relationship so strong. There was mutual pining and mutual adoration and acceptance of the other’s personality – key for a healthy relationship. Tim started teaching you things even back on your first date, and even then, you knew that this boy would make a large impact on you.

~

The first date you went on was extremely traditional, which was classic Tim, as you would come to find out. It was not a super fancy restaurant, but one of those places where you did not feel you could just wear a raggedy tee shirt and jeans or leggings. You elected for something a little nicer, and once the two of you were at the restaurant, you fell into conversation easily. Like two friends who have not seen each other in years and have tons of catching up to do. No awkwardness, no nerves – just two people having a pleasant dinner who also happen to be on a date. The conversation spread across all topics from family to friends to hobbies, and eventually it settled on work. Ever since the two of you met, you had so many one-on-one questions you wanted to ask Tim about his work. You prefaced with one specific memory that flooded your mind.

[flashback start]

You met because you had attended a tour he was hosting on the Mesozoic era, generally aimed at children aged six to fifteen. He had been given a roster of how many people to expect, which was quite a few, and he noticed that you had walked in not bringing a child like most of the adults on the tour. At first, he thought maybe you were looking for a sister that brought your niece or nephew and you just happened to be tagging along, but then you made no effort to find anyone. When he realized you had come alone, he worked up the courage to come over to you and ask if you were in the right spot.

“Ma’am?”

“Oh! You’re Dr. Murphy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, um, are you in the right place? This is a tour for a younger audience.”

“Well, unless I read my ticket wrong,” you held your ticket out in front of his eyes so he could read it, “I believe this says ‘Dr. Timothy Murphy’s Presentation on the Mesozoic Era, Thursday, August 14 at 1:00pm.’ Did I read it wrong?”

Tim simply looked at the ticket, and then back to you in a stunned silence. You had really bought a ticket to see his presentation, despite knowing that almost all the tours he does in the museum are for younger kids.

“No, uh, you… you didn’t read it wrong.”

“You seem a little shocked that I have a ticket, Doctor.”

“Well, it’s just that I don’t really get people my age on these tours, and everyone who comes to the lectures are old coots.”

You laughed at his vernacular, loving how professor-like and old man-like such a young, cute guy could be. When he heard you laugh, his eyes went wide and he felt his heart skip a beat, because a young, cute girl loved his jokes, which never happened.

“Sorry for how bold I just was – that’s not how I usually am. Basically, I have tried attending your lectures in the past, but whenever I get the money to buy a ticket, they’re usually gone or the only seats left are one’s I can’t afford. I’ve read all of your books, some of them more than once, and you just never cease to amaze me. You’re really smart and I admire that.”

Tim felt dizzy. He was hearing the words coming out of your mouth, barely being able to process how kind they were. Never had anyone spoken to him in such a way, not even his colleagues or past girlfriends, of which there were not many because he was always so busy or they hated how involved in his work he could get. But to hear you say them just changed his whole perspective on life. He did not even know your name but he was enamored with you. One could call him desperate, and he would just scoff and look down at his feet. Not denying it, however.

“Well, um… listen. Normally with the kids, I have to dumb down my word choices because the younger ones won’t know everything, so I apologize in advance for how childlike I may present myself.” You smiled sweetly at him, acknowledging him and showing him that you did not mind. “I also would love to have you attend my lectures every time we have them, so let me see what I can do about arranging a sort of ‘seasonal pass’ for you, that way you never have to worry about a seat.”

“Dr. Murphy, you do not—”

“I’m serious. Like I said, it’s always older men who are always judgmental about the way I hold myself up on stage. I’m… not a bold person. I’m shy, and they don’t like that. It would be really nice to have a face like yours in the crowd each night. One that I know is appreciating everything I say, wholeheartedly.”

“‘A face like mine?”’

“…” You could see Tim visibly swallow and his Adam’s apple bob out of sheer panic. “A cute one?”

You felt your lips part slightly at the compliment, somewhat shocked that someone as clearly shy as him paid you one. You knew that coming from someone like him, it had to be genuine. Dr. Tim Murphy thought you were cute, and wanted to see you again. Even if it was only for a lecture.

“Then… this cute face would love to attend all your lectures, Dr. Murphy.”

You saw the toothy grin spread across his face, pushing his cheeks up to high heaven. It made you airily laugh a little, seeing him like that.

“If you keep smiling like that, I’m going to have to start calling you cute, too, Dr. Murphy.”

“I wouldn’t mind that. But there is one thing you have to do for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Call me Tim. Not Dr. Anything. Just Tim.” You nodded your head at him, and he asked you one last thing. “And what should I call you?”

“Y/N.”

[flashback end]

“You remember how we met?”

“Of course, I do – you came to that tour for children and I wanted to make sure you were in the right place.”

“Always the gentleman, Tim.” You and Tim had been finishing up dinner on your first official date, reminiscing about that day. It seemed like you already crammed a lifetime’s worth of memories into that first meeting you had, because you had managed to talk about it for the last fifteen minutes. “I remember being amazed at how you talked to those kids. I mean, you clearly know tons of bigger words that younger children wouldn’t know, yet you know how to explain it to them really well. It made me very impressed with you, seeing that you really were as smart as your books made you out to be.”

“Yeah, I had to explain everything like that because they weren’t going to understand what Mesozoic meant or anything like that. They’re children, and they just like the idea of dinosaurs, not the actual history of them. Back when I was in college, there were certain root words or stems that we needed to know in order to understand the classification of dinosaurs. For some reason, learning about the way the classification worked sparked something in my brain. I love learning about whatever I can, and I guess that was my body’s way of telling me etymology was something for me. I started researching where words came from, going through the dictionary word by word. Seems boring, I know, but… it made me happy.”

You could see Tim start to feel as if he was talking too much, like all his past dates went, except that when he looked up at you, he could tell that was not the case. You had leaned your body in and over the table, propping your head up on your fist, intently staring at him. Taking in every word that slipped past his lips as if your life depended on it. This encouraged him, while also making him really giddy inside. He reached over to the small candle that was burning faintly between you two, and lifted it up, carefully so as not to burn himself. He watched you as your eyes moved to the candle, and back to his own, waiting to hear what he was going to say.

“Like… candle, for instance. Originally, it was candere in Latin, which means ‘be white or glisten.’ Eventually, that became candela, still Latin, and then old English turned it into candel. Then, when modern English came around, we switched the ‘l’ and the ‘e,’ probably because it just looks less ugly.” He let out a chuckle at his own humor. “But, that’s kind of what I did with the dictionary. Learning about where words come from, and what they originally meant intrigues me.”

His eyes had not really left the candle once he started to speak. Once he finished talking, however, his eyes nervously looked back into yours. Your facial expression had changed, ever so slightly. Your eyes had gone a little wider than usual, and they were sparkling, more than usual. Then he noticed that your cheeks were a dusty pink and that you had pulled a small part of your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth. Tim was not the most experienced, considering how girls would treat him in the past, but he could practically feel the tension radiating from you. Something about him knowing those things made you feel… good?

“You’re amazing, Tim. Really.”

“Thanks. I know plenty more where that came from.”

“I’d love to hear more.”

~

Every day since your first date, Tim would always make it a point to showcase his smarts to you in the way that seemed to make you feel a certain way, because he liked seeing that he could have an effect on a woman that way. Especially considering that woman was you. One night, you and Tim were hanging out at his apartment after a date night. The two of you had created a small tradition where if your date ends quicker than expected and you end up back at one of the apartments, you will watch Jeopardy. Tim quickly found out, since you suggested watching the show in the first place, that you loved to learn too, and even though he could typically get about half of the show’s questions right, he loved seeing how proud you got with yourself when you would get three total. Tonight was no exception. You made it back just in time for the show to start, and the two of you were patiently waiting to see what the categories would be for the first round. The first five were announced, each earning a groan from one or both of you at the fact that they were not really subjects you know. Then the sixth one came up.

“And finally, you will be dealing with etymology. [First contestant’s name], you begin the round. Let’s begin.”

You turn to Tim and see a huge smile across his face, and you could not help but reciprocate. You two had seen so many episodes and not once had the category that practically formed your relationship come up. Now, on a night where you two are snuggled into each other, your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from the other person, that was just the icing on the cake. The contestants seemed to be avoiding the etymology category, moving all around the board in no semblance of order except for skipping that one, and you could hear Tim groan above you.

“Why are they skipping it? It’s the best one up there!”

“I know, babe, but the anticipation makes it worth the wait, right?”

“I guess.”

You could just imagine the small pout Tim had plastered onto his face, knowing that he would have to sit and wait for a commercial break now, as well. It made you smile to yourself, because you had seen that face before when he would work on something and he got intensely focused. It was an adorable face that he only made around you – he never let anyone else see him like that. It made you feel really loved. Eventually, the show came back on and the contestants really did do everything else and left the entire etymology category last. When the final question popped up before the etymology category would start, you turned up to Tim and smiled, as if to say ‘ready to show off your smarts, brainiac?’and he knew exactly what you meant. His eyes were beaming widely, ready to shout out the answers before anyone on the screen could.

“…cable.”

“Neighborhood!”

“Manure. Ew.”

“Aerosol.”

“…Hourglass?”

So far, Tim had gotten every single one correct, and the contestants only managed to get the neighborhood one correct. Then it was time for the final question, and you were waiting to see if Tim was going to make it a clean sweep. Then the question popped up and you waited patiently.

“From Ancient Greek, a diminutive of uncertain origin and probably in reference to its location on the female body, it means ‘I sheathe or shut.’”

“Clitoris!”

Tim was one hundred percent correct, and for some reason, despite the energetic and completely innocent nature in which he said it, it lit a fire in you that only Tim could put out. But you did not want to make it obvious, because he was clearly so happy with himself that he got the entire category right. So, you simply decide to ‘award him’ with a small kiss, but you moved your body upward a little bit so your head could reach the crevasse of his neck and shoulders. The kiss was small, swift, and chaste, but the location is what mattered. Tim had been smiling and celebrating himself, but the feeling of your lips on the small but small amount of exposed skin from his tee shirt stopped him in his tracks, and it made him blink rapidly and swallow a little roughly. You felt as though this was his way of encouraging you to keep going, since he never told you to stop. You lifted your head a little bit, so your mouth was lined up right with the side of his neck, where you placed a breathy, open-mouthed kiss. Still teasingly short, too short for Tim’s liking. You could hear your boy moan quietly, clearly having some kind of effect on him. You wanted him to feel the way you did as he innocently shouted out a part of your body you wished was getting attention from him now.

“Do you know where the word ‘kiss’ comes from?

You hum lightly against his neck where you were still peppering wet kisses to. You squeaked out a ‘no,’ waiting for him to continue with his thought, if he could.

“It has Germanic o-origin, and comes from the old English cyssan… shit. I… I think you know what it means.”

“Mhm.” He could feel the vibrations of your response against his neck, and he groaned louder this time, not wanting to hold back anymore. He could feel you start to pull away and stand up, practically whining at the lack of contact. He did not want you to leave, and you could tell. But you had absolutely no idea what gave him the idea that you were going to be leaving his side anytime soon.

As you stood, you lightly took his hand in your own, and pulled on it to signal him to stand with you. You made sure your back was facing him, though, because you did not want him to see how desperate for him you had become. Now that both of you were standing, you begin to walk as slow as a tortoise toward his bedroom, hoping that he would get the picture and start pampering you and worshiping you on the way there. You felt like you were in a movie, considering how cliché this whole thing is. But neither of you cared, you just needed to get the cliché’s out of the way. Eventually, it clicks in his brain that he should be following you, and he makes up the distance by walking directly behind you, lightly running his fingers up and down your spine. One particular stroke down your spine went further than the others, and you could feel Tim lightly tug on the hem of your shirt. Indicating that he wants it gone. He spoke in a whisper so quiet you could barely hear him.

“How about the word shirt? It’s from the Old English scyrte, which is Germanic. It kind of means short.”

With every new word Tim chose to tell you, he gained confidence in what he was doing, indicated by the non-shakiness of his voice. You were proud underneath it all. While Tim is speaking, you could slowly feel the fabric inch up your torso with every word. You could begin to feel the cold air of his apartment on your skin, and your body tells you that you need some kind of warmth. You fight off every reflex in your body telling you to latch onto Tim or at least steal your shirt back, not wanting to ruin the moment both of you had been waiting for six months to happen. You never saw it, but you could hear the light noise his shirt made when it hit the floor, Tim always wanting to make sure the two of you were even in all aspects. Even something as intimate as this. You both continue your ascension to his bedroom, and eventually you reach it. What should have taken about ten seconds for any normal person took the two of you practically three minutes, Tim adoring the look and feel of your back and spine, you relishing in the feeling of being appreciated in such an intimate way, something no one has ever done for you before Tim. You reach for the doorknob and simultaneously turn around to see what kind of effect you were having on your boyfriend, and it was clearly the one you wanted. He already looked fucked out, and neither of you had really touched each other. Not the way you both needed to be. Once completely facing him, you turn your hand on the doorknob to let yourselves in, and his hand comes up to your face to lightly stroke and pull on your hair. The strokes to show you he loves you, the tugging to let you know he wants and needs you.

“Hair’s a funny word originally. Hær. Old English, again.”

As he was speaking, you had lost all ability to move your legs anymore, feeling like they would collapse under you simply from the fact that Tim was being the way he was. Most people would have found him annoying for bringing up things like he was during a time like this. For you, though, it made him hotter because he was not afraid to be himself, even in the most intimate of situations. He was smart, and he liked showing you. You also loved the fact that letting him continue to talk was making him more and more confident in the things he was doing to your body, which was a win-win for both of you. Eventually, you were snapped out of your thoughts by the feeling of Tim’s body pushing against yours to get you into his bedroom, fast, based on the force of the push. He does not even need to look behind him as he locks the door, and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his body. It was killing both of you that there still had not been any mouth to mouth contact in this whole situation, but you were both holding out in order to let Tim continue to speak, and to build up the anticipation for later. He did, however, pull you close enough to his body where you could feel each other’s breathing on your lips, desperate and needy, if breaths could feel such a way. You had not even realized Tim had gotten you to move again, so entranced by his breathing and his facial features, until you hit the side of his bed and your knees buckled underneath you. Your bum hit the bed and you bounced lightly, which normally would have made you laugh. This time, feelings were different. More serious. More lust-driven. Once you realized Tim was done taking initiative and wanted to trade off with you, you reached forward to hook your hands into the pockets of his jeans, and you not-so-gently yanked his body to yours. Your face was flush against his chest, chin practically resting on it, and you could feel the front of his jeans where you wanted him against your stomach. You were gazing up at him, face flush pink and eyes blown out black and half-shut. Waiting to hear him speak again. You saw him reach his arms toward your body, lightly resting his hands on your waist and then proceeding to find the waistline of your pants. Just as you began to reach for the buckle on his belt, you heard his angelic voice again.

“How about hips, wanna know where that word came from?”

You never said a word, and neither did he. All that was exchanged was a small pause and silent stares. You were both waiting for the other to make the next move, because both of you knew deep in your cores that if the other took another step forward, the night would end up being far from over. Tim could not take waiting anymore, so he crashed his mouth down onto yours like his life depended on it, and that he would never get to kiss you again at the same time. It was deep, passionate, full of love, and driven by lust. It was never a small kiss to begin with, so much so that it was practically impossible for either of you to deepen the kiss in any way. Tim thought of one more word that he wanted to teach you, so he slowly pulled away from your mouth, the tiniest string of saliva still connecting the two of you. Normally, that would be something you found disgusting, but in that moment, the part of you from the final Jeopardy question started throbbing at the site, indicating your desperation and just how passionate the kiss really was.

“What about the word sex?”

Tim had still been pressed flush against you, and at this point, you could clearly feel what effect you were having on him through his jeans. He caught you off guard with the question he asked, and your motions stopped just as you reached the button of his jeans.

“Instead of telling me, why don’t you just show me… Doctor?

Tim taught you a lot that night. And you taught him a thing or two, as well.

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Spending your birthday with the 3 Peters of marvel

A/n: so it's my birthday on Monday so I figured why not do birthday stuff with my favioret marvel boys.

Peter maximoff

-You already know this boy would start of the your special day with cuddling

-like he would make you stay in bed all day if it was up to him

-presents like every hour

- you want something?

-he's got it

-has a list of every thing you ever said you wanted for your birthday

-and gets it for you

-legit will do nothing you don't want him to

- is the sweeties most best behaved

- treats you like even more of a queen than he already dose

-parades you around the school telling everyone about your birthday

-gets you the biggest and best cake

-all the food in the world just for you

- saying you want Something then changing your mind just to mess with him

-"You know in kinda in the mood for Chinese food."

-boom Chinese food

- "atually I'm kinda thinking Italian.."

-kisses constantly

-has a dance party in his room

-"I better be getting just as good of treatment on my birthday."

-sadly he's a pain in the as s again when you wake up

-but he's your pain in the ass

Peter parker

-he makes you breakfast in bed

-he TRIED to make breakfast

-a big pile of burnt rubbish with a candel stuck in the middle

- "happy birthday!?!"

- "Oh peter you shouldn't have..."

-"I know but-"

-"No peter you REALLY shouldn't have."

-ends up having May do it

-You're just glade he tried his hardest

-because he really did

- you and him bake your birthday cake together

-that's a hot mess

-but it turnes out better than breakfast

-May snuck pictures of the both you making the cake

-aNd BeInG tHe CuTiEsT cOuPlE iN tHe WoRlD

-gives you a very sentimental and heart felt gift

-makes you a card as well

- you can see the paper cuts he gave himself making it

-he is so embarrass and nervous you won't like your gift or card

-he almost didn't give it to you

-but was glad he did because your smile made him grin like a big goof

-movie marathon all night

-until the both of you fall asleep together

Peter Quill

-wakes you up with music blasting

-"happy birthday babe!"

-"fuck off."

-"I made breakfast."

- "I loooveeee yoouuu!"

-made you sveral mixtape for every mood

-plays your birthday one on repeat all day

-takes you to an old timy dinner for diner

-takes you where ever to do whatever you want

-only day he lets you attempt to drive the ship

-all the gardians sang happy birthday to you

-except groot

-he just happily danced

-after cake he takes you to star gaze

-has a whole aestheticly pleasing set up

-picnic blanket,picnic basket, white fairy lights, boom box

-You two slow dance under the stars

-eventually falling asleep under the stars

[kaynamiteineurope]

Day 5: Lake Garda, the Magical Waters

Waking up in Verona is just about the same as waking up anywhere else. Except you're in Verona. Plenty of people would say "oh, that's crap! I'm sure waking up in Verona would be an amazing and unique experience!" Sure, maybe. If you're a morning person. News alert! I'm not a morning person. I still loved Verona, it just took me a bit to get out of bed (per usual).

This morning we had a plan. Wake up, out the door by 8:45 to do a quick photo-trip to the Arena, then over to the train station to buy a ticket and catch the 2062, 9:45 train to the southern point of Lake Garda.

Hm.

We were out the door by 9, left the Arena at 9:10 (which wasn't too far off from our original plans), made it to the station just after 9:30, and then--because life can't just hand you anything--we couldn't get the ticket machine to pull up what we needed. The ticket on there said it was gonna be like 12 something for one way for one person, where as online it said it would be the price for a round trip ticket for both of us combined.

Needless to say we panicked a bit. And complications always come when you're in a hurry, so we tried to find someone to help us. The first booth lady we spoke to told us we had to talk to a different lady, so we went over and stood in line for her with 3 minutes left.

After explaining the situation, she brought us over to the machine and punched it all in herself. When I went to pay with my card, she said cash only, so I had to scramble to find my euros. It was all a bit of a blur, then the tickets finally printed and we were off like the racetrack.

1:30 and counting and we had to make it to platform 8. So, we ran. By the time we hopped on the train and plopped, panting, into the first two open seats, it was only another 30 seconds or so until the doors closed.

How's that for a close call morning?

The train from Verona dropped is off around 10 at the southern most Lake Garda city. Here, we walked around to the east for a while, taking a much more leisurely pace than we’ve had the opportunity to do before. Our other days so far have been so go-go-go from one place to the next, so it was a miraculous necessity that today was part of our extension plan.

Also, the lake was amazing. Beautiful blues and greens, the water rippled and sparkles against the high sun. We sat for a while in front of it, just taking in the sights, and then started off again to see if we could find any shops. The only thing among the eastern shores seemed to be campsites, however, so we turned back and decided to spend an hour out on a paddle boat for 10 €.

Honestly, that was the most amazing decision we made today. The waters were so beautiful. When the guy brought our boat into the water, he didn’t bring it in every far, however. We both had changed into our suits, but still had our clothes on over them, so our capris both got pretty soaked as we walked out to get inside the boat.

We persevered, as we always do, and took off our external wear, laying our capris out to dry as we lathered on sunscreen and lounged out in the hot sun. It was, thankfully, windy on the lake, so the sun’s hot rays were leveled out a bit. I only walked away (or, well, to my knowledge thus far) with a bit of sunburn on the very top line of my forehead and a bit on my nose (even though we applied sunscreen every two hours like clockwork!).

After our paddling adventure (of which we took lots of pictures), we dried off on the stone beach (a bit hard on the body, let me tell you) and then headed back toward the train station, scoping out restaurants for lunch on the way. About half way there, we stopped and read the menu for Mida’s Stube, a “grill, pizza, and pub.” I ordered a Caesar salad that was fantasticcc and Natasha got a plate of local cold cuts and a side salad, both of which she said she really loved–so I’d say that was a successful food outing!

After the eastern part of the city, we turned the opposite direction at the train station and went west. And we found exactly what we were looking for. Along with once again fantastic views of the lake and the mountains, we also found a tight web of streets filled with shops, restaurants–you name it. Most of them were restaurants (as I’ve realized Italy mostly is), but there was on place in particular that we found which was beautiful.

Both Natasha and I were sad that we hadn’t found a street artist in Verona (or Lake Garda for that matter), but here we found a different type of art.

Candles.

Candele D'Arte had some of the most beautiful wax creations I’ve ever seen–some burnable and some not–and we were mesmerized. We probably walked around trying to make up our minds for a good 20 minutes before we decided there were too many options and we needed some gelato to help us think better. ;)

I got limone and melone, which were both tart super delicious. Natasha got cookies and chocolate to have a nice sweet pairing.

After standing and talking for a while with our treats, Natasha was able to decide on her purchase and I was more certain of mine, so we headed back.

The lady who owned the place was very sweet and even gave us each a tiny candle as a thank you. She even took the time to translate what each of us wanted written on our candles into Italian, which was immensely kind of her. If you ever manage to go to Lake Garda, make sure to visit her shop!!

Now, as it would have been a tight fit to run over for the 5:58 train, we decided to wait and sit out on the water until the 6:58, which we’re now waiting patiently for as I type this.

Our plan tonight is to get back to the Verona train station, figure out the bus system by getting tickets for it back to our hotel and from the hotel back there in the morning, bus back to the hotel, and settle in with some Verona-specific cake we picked up yesterday and Bellini. We need to get all (or most) of our stuff packed up and then figure out what time we want to take the train from Bologna to Florence and then Florence to Pisa tomorrow afternoon after we spend the morning/early afternoon in Bologna (we already purchased the tickets to Bologna!).

And, if all else goes well, we’ll get to sleep before 1:30am tonight! HUZZAH FOR SLEEP!

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Found this meme things originally from This Lovely person Thought’s it’d be fun :3

1: Do you sleep on a blanket over your mattress with another blanket on top, or with just one blanket on top of you? When I freshly make a bed I will sleep ontop of a set of covers but generally I end up finding myself under all of them because pressure + warmmm. 2: Personally, what do you believe happens when a person dies? I haven’t decided 100% but I partially believe in reincarnation into similar entities ( human to human) but also maybe some kind of paradise? If not an eternal dream. 3: If faced with the opportunity, would you ever kill a criminal whom you don't know if it meant you could get anything you want in return? (Keep in mind you do not/can not know what said criminal has done to become a criminal until after you've made your decision) Nah, there’s not much I want where I am willing to take a life. And knowing my luck the “criminal” could be some guy with a parking ticket or some other stupid crime. 5: What type of art could you always appreciate but never see yourself actually doing? This is a hard one but I know there’s a few things out there I like but never really want to do... Probably those people who sculpt perfect old cars. 6: You've been given the option to choose how the human race reproduces. How would we reproduce, which sex would bare children, and how would we bare them? (Eggs, litters, etc) I would probably keep sex but both sexes have equal sets of downstairs genitals but keeping the boobs on girls thing. But instead of weird squishy eggs, people would actually have leathery snake eggs and there’d be tons of commercial products for calcium deficiency and egg candelling would be huge as well as egg painting like Easter for baby pics. And if the egg was unwanted there’d be less protest because it’s just an egg. Children would be born smaller but more independent and milk isn’t hugely necessary but can be used to feed it.  And like egg cutting is a hugely debated topic. 7: What's the weirdest thing you've ever experienced, may it be just reading about it or experiencing it in the flesh? This is really hard for me because I honestly can’t think of anything that’s struck me as weird? 8: You can choose any world to go to from any book, movie, video, fanficion, etc, and the option to become the main character. Where would you go, and would you be involved in the main story, or just watching on the sidelines? THIS ONE IS SO HARD Because like partially there’s Naruto but also there’s X-men but like also I’d want to be some kind of animal hybrid so probably something like that (furry trash). But I’m also writing a story right now that is very magical so of course I’d want to be in that world. And probably be a side character involved in the main story but like... not enough to die a tragic death xD. 9: What is one thing in this world you would get rid of if you knew it'd be erased from the entire history of the human race? Idk the crusades? Racism? Some kind of plague? Apart from terrible things that cause misery not much else. 11: You're in hell! One song is playing on repeat for eternity. What song it it? Anything by Pink Floyd probably, or Madonna.... 12: You get to create a entirely new species. Describe the name of them and what they look like. I’ve done tons of new species and none of them are particularly awe-inspiring because I just like to morph existing species around. Like giant rideable fennec foxes, or human/were-animal hybrid stuff. I don’t have anything aprticularily creative ^^;. 13: You're now allergic to EVERY animal except for one. Which animal is it? Jokes on you, I’m already allergic to most animals. But probably dogs because I own a dog. 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I don’t know many so my answers probably really boring but having a room in the Eifle Tower would be pretty cool I think. Unless you mean like have to live with what you got then probably a garden somewhere warm.... hanging gardens of Babylon.... 18: You can babysit 6 extremely poilte and kind kids for not very much money or one extremely rude and disrespectful child for a high amount of money for a week. Which do you choose? Six easy going kids for not much money, I really don’t mind watching kids if I have stuff to entertain them with, and it’s not worth it to deal with hellians. 19: You have to use one word in every sentence for the rest of your life. What word is it? But, I don’t feel like it would affect my speech too much. I use but a lot especially because one of my catch phrases is “Yea but no I-” 20: Go on a vacation forever or never leave your home town? Vacation forever, my home town sucks and I don’t have any reason to stay at all. 21: What would your character be described as in an upcoming anime? I don’t really understand this question, but like... probably depressed and or childish. 22: You get to redesign the whitehouse. Describe how your fabulous revisions would make it look? I can’t really think of anything I’d do to it. Probably make it a little more office like because they’re just politicians they don’t need offices that nice. 23: You're now inhabiting the body of the last person you talked to. Who is it, how how weirder out are you? It’s my husbands and I am not weirded out at all in fact it’s a god damn dream and my only hope would be he’s in my body and dear god it’d be fun. 24: Add a letter to the alphabet! What's its name and what does it look like? It looks like a cross between a cursive capital L and a infinity symbol and it would be called Lew and it would go right before M in the alphabet. 25: Weirdest fetish you've ever found out about and how? Inflation and as a horny teenager stumbling upon old ass Furaffinty and just being confused by everything but especially that. 26: Every mosquito drops dead and they are never found again or every wasp? As far as I’m aware mosqituoes are actually part of a food chain so probably wasps. Unless I’m wrong on both ends then probably still wasps cause they terrify me. 27: Fear you had when you were little that you grew out of? People in mascot costumes.... 28: The ability to make everyone listen to you when you want to say something or have no one notice you when you don't want them to? Make people listen to me probably, there’s not too often when I want people to not notice me at all. 29: What's your favorite meme? Puppers/Snoodles, or for some real meme quality probably the “your daughter calls me daddy too” one cause those always make me laugh no matter what. 30: Best surprise you've ever gotten? Probably my parents buying me the neruwear cat ears because I was legit shocked and surprised by it. I’m normally pretty good at guessing surprises otherwise. 31: Do you no longer listen to a song because it reminds you of someone you don't talk to anymore? Not really, I refuse to listen to gospel music because it reminds me of church and church people I guess. 32: Write a full paragraph about yourself without being negative (or just a sentence if you don't want to write a full paragraph!) I am really good at planning surprises and gifts for people and if I had money I know I would be very generous with it. I am learning to be compassionate and I’m so proud of how capable I am at some things. I also really like my eyes and I am so cute with snap chat filters. 33: Describe the most attractive person you've ever seen without mentioning their name. Ooh that’s hard because everybody is so pretty... Seriously there’s so many girls I can think of and my husband  is so attractive and looks like Ryan Reynolds and there’s so many different kinds of pretty like a guy in drive through was older but he had such a twinkle in eye and there was a girl I met on a dating website that her hair framed her face so perfectly and her eyes were so pretty  and my friend has the cutest little button nose that’s covered in freckles. This is way too hard! 35: You wake up tomorrow and end up having NO responsibilities to do, including work, school, cleaning, projects-- Nothing!-- As well as full access to an endless supply of money for an entire week. How do you spend it? Defiantely buy a sHIT ton of crafting supplies, buy some super nice presents for all my people that I love, pay off my debt and take a road trip! I would probably also buy some furniture for my bedroom as well so I could use my desk ads a desk and not a table. Maybe a lolita dress and some dread locks too. 36: Write a plot for a TV show that you would most definitely watch. Werewolf clan trying to get along with “pure bred” weredogs with lots of smart things happening where you have to re-watch the episodes to catch everything you missed. The main character would be “racist” until he met the love of his life and he turns from aggressive wild to a spokesperson and great help to a community of creatures acting as a detective/police/lawyer/mayor to them in the town mixed with humans. 37: If you had to choose between only wearing shorts and long sleeves or pants and a tank top for all of winter, what would you choose? (No coats allowed or other garments under or over the shorts or pants!) 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What's the sentence? ”Love each other and mind your own fucking business.” 42: Favorite video you've ever watched? I can’t really think of a favorite video but probably that one where it’s a golden retriever puppy that’s learning to howl with it’s owner and it’s like as old as youtube itself. 43: Type/act like you did when you were 13 and describe your plans for tonight. ”Lol guys I totaly didn’t froget but my brothers frinds are here so we’re watching a mvoie XDXD!! TTYL” I don’t know if I was actually like that but I made tons of spelling mistakes and was very excited about everything! 44: You're a baby with a very deep voice. What would you say to startle everyone in the room with your very deep baby voice? ”I know what you’ve done...” 45: Funniest joke you've ever heard? I hate how absolute this list is because it’s so hard to pick the best of something. The only thing I can think of at all is that stupid humble honda Jesus “For I do not speak of my own Accord” joke. 46: Ever pulled a prank, and if you did-- What was it? Not really...I told my husband we were going to church for his birthday and he believed me right until I parked at the Toronto zoo’s parking lot. 47: You can be a human with fur or a dog with hair. Which do you choose? Human with fur because then I could make people brush me =w=. 48: In your own opinion, the weirdest advertisement you've seen? So many japanese ads come into mind... 49: Did you answer honestly to these questions? Yea I had a really hard time with most of them though. 50: Your hair can be any color you want, but its permanently there. For an example, you can dye your hair another color after, but the color you originally choose will always grow back in eventually. What color do you choose? A soft Lilac with bluer high lights/lowlights. Unless it as to be real then blond because I like being blond and it’s easier to dye.