#all i know is taylor swift eat cold chip and tell truth

[itsnotdelivery]

Ig I'm a himbim then ? I mean I've never been smart,,,

Totino you realize Peppino is the one sending those asks right

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Noooo that's silly :OP!!! If he was sending these he'd say so! :OD

[latetaektalk]

deep end | myg

“yoongi was bad for you, was only going to hurt you, but you just could never get enough of him, never resist him.”

genre: fuckboy! au, angst, fluff, sexual themes

pairing: yoongi x female reader

word count: 2.283

warnings: cursing, sexual themes, making out, yoongi is a little shit

playlist: august - taylor swift

a/n: yes, this was absolutely inspired by the song august by taylor swift. honestly, i dont know what this is, but yeah. maybe ill turn this into a small drabble series because this is definitely not the end lol

August

“Your friends must hate me,” Yoongi whispered between kisses, his words almost lost between your lips.

“They don’t.” You didn’t know why you lied, why you tried to convince Yoongi otherwise when both of you knew better. You shimmed around in his lap, your hands fiddling with his leather jacket in a desperate attempt to get more of him, have him even closer.

“Yeah?” Yoongi laughed but didn’t stop kissing you, his hands wandering down your back, inching you closer to him. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You rolled your eyes when he laughed again, interrupting the kiss you had been about to press against his lips. “Fine, maybe they’re not crazy about you.”

“Does that bother you?” Yoongi asked and you shivered when he snuck his cold hands underneath your shirt, pulling it out of your skirt like you weren't sitting in the front seat of his rusty and terribly old car and anybody could walk past and see you two.

You looked at him because it did bother you. Of course, it did. They were still your friends and you cared about what they thought of you and the choices you made. At the same time, you knew that deep down it didn’t matter too much, didn’t matter too much because in the end, you were the one playing this game with him, this game of cat and mouse, this game of supposed meaningless and unattached sex.

It didn’t matter too much because in the end, you got to have Yoongi.

And that made everything worth it, the moment you had him.

“No.” 

You pressed your lips to his again and squeezed your eyes shut, your hands wandering down to his belt in an attempt to get him to drop the topic, but Yoongi just always loved pushing your limits, seeing where that got him.

“You’re a bad liar, baby.” 

You almost froze, almost stopped fiddling with his belt, a flush creeping up to your cheeks. His words were like daggers to your heart. Truths you didn’t want to hear, refused to hear.

“You-”

You abandoned his belt, giving up on trying to figure it out because clearly that wasn’t working, and cut him off by slamming your lips against his. You started working on his leather jacket again, desperate to get it off, but somehow, you ended up being the one with only your skirt and bra on, your legs growing tired and numb from straddling him. 

“I like that though,” Yoongi hummed against your skin as he started leaving wet kisses against your neck.

“What?” you breathed, mind starting to cloud and making it hard for you to focus. You pulled your head back and let your eyes flutter shut, his lips leaving you weak in your knees and everywhere else.

Yoongi stayed at that one spot he knew that always had you melting in his hands, nibbling on your neck the way he knew you enjoyed, turned you putty, weak. 

“I like that you’re a bad liar, baby.”

You ran your hands through your hair and hated how shallow and laboured your breathing was.

“Shut- fuck,” Yoongi bit down on your skin, making you squirm and curse. You tried again, through gritted teeth, “Fucking shut up.”

You felt Yoongi smirk against your skin the way he always did when he was satisfied with himself, proud that he had managed to push your buttons.

“Just because it’s you.”

You were in the middle of typing up a text when Jennie decided to throw a pillow at you, forcing your phone out of your grasp and the air out of your lungs.

“Ow, what the fuck?” You rubbed your head where the pillow had hit you and sent Jennie a glare. "What was that for?" 

"You're not listening," she hissed and you removed a piece of lint stuck to your jeans.

"Tell me you're not texting dickhead again," Jisoo said and you cringed when you looked at her and saw the half-chewed up chips in her mouth. 

“Stop talking when you’re eating, Ji,” you groaned and held up your hand to block her out of your view. “It’s gross.”

“Grosser than Yoongi?” Jisoo countered and you took the pillow Jennie had thrown at you and chugged it at Jisoo. Unlike you though, she caught it and simply used it to support her head. 

“So, were you? Texting dickhead, I mean,” Jennie asked and swivelled around in your squeaky office chair that used to belong to your brother. She fixed you with the look she knew you hated because it always made you turn away. “Jesus.”

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked and clutched your phone tightly to your chest because you weren’t sure if Jennie would get up and take it out of your hands. You wouldn’t put it past her. She had done it before.

“Why?” Jennie groaned, ignoring your question. “Why do you keep doing this to you? He fucking sucks! He’s a goddamn fuckboy who’s only gonna use you for sex and drop you the moment some new girl comes around.”

You pursed your lips and pressed through gritted teeth, “It’s not like that. He’s not like-”

“He is like that,” Jennie cut in and shook her head at you. “How many times do we have to tell you to get it, Y/N? He’s no good! You’re just another girl to him. A notch in his stupid fuckboy belt.”

Your hands tightened into fists, so much so that your knuckles started turning white. It was painful, but not worse than Jennie’s words.

You turned to Jisoo. She gave you a much more sympathetic look, but you could see in her eyes that she thought the same way as Jennie. A fact that made you groan and roll your eyes.

“Look, I’m not saying all of that to be mean, babe,” Jennie sighed and you could still hear the irritation dripping from her voice. She tried to be soft and nice, but she couldn’t hide her true feelings. “I-”

“We just don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N,” Jisoo jumped in when Jennie couldn’t finish her sentence and you screwed your eyes shut before letting yourself fall back, the mattress giving in underneath your weight.

“Yeah, we don’t,” Jennie said and got up from your chair, the squeaking making you scrunch up your face. She moved over to you and you felt the mattress dip when she got on it.

“You’ve gotta protect yourself, babe,” Jennie started again and touched your knee, squeezing it like that would help convince you.

“Yeah, you’ve gotta protect yourself,” Jisoo echoed and paused to shift closer to you, her arm wrapping around your middle to pull you into a hug you didn’t reciprocate. “People like Yoongi… they’re never good.”

You could smell the chips on her breath and you wanted to crinkle your nose.

“It’s stupid to get involved with people like Yoongi.”

Slowly, you opened your eyes and when you did, Jisoo offered you a smile, a smile that was meant to cheer you up, but it only made you press your lips together and turn away to look at Jennie. When you did though, she was offering you the same kind of smile and you settled on staring at the ceiling.

All three of you fell into silence and was only interrupted once when Jennie decided to lay down with you and wrap her arm around you as well. After a moment and some thinking, you put your arms around Jennie and Jisoo.

You just lay there, in thought. It was a peaceful moment, a moment you only shared every now and then. A moment you enjoyed despite the minutes before it.

It was all nice until your phone started buzzing violently in your hand and drew everybody’s attention to it. You lifted it to see who it was. Almost instantly, your heart skipped a beat.

Yoongi.

“Don’t,” Jennie warned and sat up when you did. You looked between her and your phone. Yoongi had never called you before, and quite frankly, you didn’t know how to react.

“Y/N, just ignore it,” Jisoo chimed in from behind you and you stared at your phone in your hand, still buzzing like it was a bomb about to explode.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“I’m sorry.”

You picked up the call before Jennie could reach for your phone and decline it. You winced when she let out a long breath through her nose and cursed underneath your breath, but before you could beg her to just understand and that Yoongi and you weren’t that easy, he spoke,

“Meet me behind the mall.”

You blinked and scratched the back of your head, confused.

“Hang up, Y/N,” Jennie hissed underneath her breath and you turned away from her, but she started reaching for your phone, forcing you to stand up and put some distance between you two.

“What?” you said and had to fight to keep your voice steady because Jennie had resorted back to throwing pillows at you.

“You read my text, right?” Yoongi said and you knew he was in his car, the faint humming of the motor so ingrained in you after hours spent in his car, you could always recognise it.

“Yeah, I did,” you said and raised your arm just in time to block the next pillow Jennie threw at you. 

“You started typing, but stopped,” Yoongi continued and said it like you wouldn’t know that.

“For god’s sake, Y/N, hang up,” Jennie hissed and grabbed another pillow.

“Yeah, I did,” you repeated, ignoring her completely as you walked into your adjacent bathroom and closed as well as locked the door behind you before she could throw the pillow at you.

“I asked you if you wanted to go out,” Yoongi said and you slid down the door, pulling your knees close to your chest.

“Yeah, you did,” you said and Yoongi laughed.

“Are those three words the only words you know?” he asked and you chuckled, shaking your head as if he could see you.

“No, I can say more,” you mumbled and you knew a smile was on Yoongi’s lips now. You pressed your phone closer to your ear.

“So,” Yoongi started and you bit on your lip, waiting for him to continue. It took him longer than usual, but there was no wavering in his voice when he did finally speak, “Meet me behind the mall.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck and you had to take a moment to make sure your breathing wasn’t too laboured and your voice too high.

“Is that,” the words still came out shaky, “is that a question or a demand?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

Your heart practically leaped out of your chest and you were certain, he knew. He knew what his words did to you, what he did to you.

“I’m in front of your dorm.”

“Fuck,” you cursed underneath your breath and tipped back your head, screwing your eyes shut.

“You want me to go?” Yoongi teased.

“No, no,” you said quickly and shook your head, your teeth sinking deeper into your lip. “Don’t go.”

Yoongi hummed and it was scary how perfectly you could picture him right now, the corners of his lips curled up into that familiar smirk, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he stared out the window, waiting for you to come out and jump inside his rusty and terribly old car, his tongue digging around in his cheek with his phone lazily pressed against his ear, the usual leather jacket covering his upper half.

God, you were fucked.

“Then, come out.”

Yoongi hung up and you dropped your head to your chest, cursing internally at him. You stayed on the floor for a handful of seconds before you straightened up and shoved your phone into your pocket.

You opened the door to your bathroom with a heavy sigh, ready to get another pillow thrown at you. So when one did hit you square in the face, you barely flinched, closing and opening your eyes just to see a more than irritated Jennie standing in the middle of your tiny bedroom with her hands on her hip.

Wordlessly, you picked up the pillow and tossed it back onto your bed where Jisoo was still lying in, back to eating her chips.

“I can’t with you, Y/N,” Jennie said with a shake of her head and an audible exhale through her nose. She knew.

You pressed the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth and looked at the floor. You wanted to say something, explain to Jennie that Yoongi… he had power over you. He had you in his grip, and it was tight, almost too tight. But you liked that, you liked that because he made you feel things and ways you had never before. It was exciting, thrilling, addicting.

Yoongi was exciting, thrilling, addicting.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly and rubbed your nose with your hand.

“Just go,” Jennie sighed, sounding so defeated that you had to lift your head and look at her. You couldn’t read her face. A mix of disappointment and irritation was etched into her features, but you weren’t sure who she was disappointed in and irritated by. With you? With Yoongi? With herself maybe? With Jisoo because she didn’t come to back her up much?

“You’re stupid, Y/N,” Jisoo told you at the front door. Jennie had stayed in your bedroom, probably still too angry to see you go.

You walked out.

[thirteen-beaxhes]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend (Tyrus Songfic)

Songfic based on the Taylor Swift song

Words: 2491

AO3 LINK IN REBLOG

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School bell rings, walk me home Sidewalk chalk covered in snow Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun Video games, you pass me a note Sleeping in tents It’s nice to have a friend

Cyrus rubbed his hands together, blowing into them to try and ignite some warmth in them, the only sound audible at the moment being his breath as he blew out some air and the sound of his feet on the ground. He was walking down the street, along roads that were normally covered in chalk masterpieces coveted by the parents in those houses, the various scenes playing in his mind as he smiled to himself. Somehow, as he had been walking home from school all alone for once, his mind wandered, as it often did these days, to TJ.

Defending TJ in student court was arguably one of Cyrus’ less thought-out plans, but as soon as he had said with those sad eyes that he could get kicked off the team for helping Buffy, Cyrus couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth when he proposed to be his lawyer. And while he had been awful, things worked out okay, and he smiled to himself as he thought of the way he and TJ were talking, as if TJ were leaving and Cyrus were his significant other, preparing to visit him whenever he could. And when they hugged, there it was. His heartbeat, loud and clear and fast. But something about it was different.

With Jonah it had been the weak-kneed, sweaty palms kind of fast heartbeat, that made him feel lightheaded and faint. But it wasn’t like that with TJ. With TJ, it was the calm, quiet, comforting sort of heartbeat, just fast enough to make his brain fly high, but not in the way that would make him crash to the ground into a crumpled heap. That is, if he kept Kira out of his mind. Which he did. A lot.

All the time lost in thinking about TJ, Cyrus’ felt his hands grow painfully numb, the sharp but blunt pain running through his fingers. He tried pinching his fingers, rubbing his hands together, but nothing worked. Great. Hypothermia.

Cyrus tried to stuff his hands in his pocket, cursing himself for losing his gloves in the Spoon the other day as he made his way down the street. Suddenly, he heard rapidly approaching footsteps, the loud crunching of snow, and he turned around, a smile breaking out on his face as he saw who it was.

“Underdog!” TJ called out as he ran up, soon falling into step beside Cyrus, placing a hand on his shoulder. Cyrus let out a short laugh as he walked beside TJ, but his face falling slightly as he noticed his almost blue fingers, a fact he tried to hide from TJ. Unsuccessfully.

“Are you okay?” TJ said in concern, grabbing Cyrus’ hand, lifting it up to look at it. The very action made Cyrus’ heart leap into his chest, and he felt his cheeks grow warm.

“I, uh, I lost my gloves the other day,” Cyrus stammered, partly because of the way TJ was rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand, but mostly over the fact that he really was cold.

TJ looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, thinking for a minute, before, regrettably, letting go of Cyrus’ hand. He reach and p=began to pull out the glove from his left hand. Cyrus immediately noticed this, and reached out to stop him.

“You really don’t have to,” Cyrus began, but TJ pushed his hand away, smiling softly. He pulled off his glove, and held it out, holding it back as he looked expectantly at Cyrus. It took him a minute to look up at TJ and realise what he was offering. He smiled softly, holding out his hand. TJ smiled goofily, slipping the glove onto his hand slowly. Cyrus smiled, his cheeks clearly pink as he looked down at their hands, and noticed how TJ’s touch lingered, gingerly holding his hand. He heard him let out a small breath, one almost inaudible had the world around them not fallen absolutely silent.

“Thanks Teej,” Cyrus whispered, looking up at him with a small smile. TJ looked down at his shoes, shrugging. They stood on the sidewalk, both sneaking quiet glances at each other, Cyrus immediately feeling comfort in the meagre warmth provided by the glove. But that didn’t stop him from shivering. “I, uh, I should uh probably get going,” Cyrus said finally, gesturing ahead and walking ahead, but he felt TJ grab his elbow, prompting him to turn around.

“It’s um, it’s really cold and you look like you need to be warm so uh,” TJ muttered, scratching the back of his ear. “Do you wanna hang out in my house?”

Cyrus looked over at him, smiling softly. “Sure.”

They walked down to TJ’s house, hands stuffed in pockets, nervous exchanges of glances filling the walk. When they reached, TJ held the door open for Cyrus, a fact Cyrus noted with a red tinge on his cheeks. He left his coat on the stand, but when he pulled off the glove, he held it unsurely, glancing nervously at TJ as he held it forward hesitantly.

“Do, do you?”

“Oh no,” TJ said, pushing it back toward him. “You can keep it.”

“You can’t just have one glove TJ.”

“I can if it’s with you.”

And if that comment made Cyrus’ heart soar high above the clouds, he hid it behind a nervous laugh and smile.

They walked into TJ’s bedroom, Cyrus immediately flopping onto the bed, burying himself in the comforter. TJ giggled, sitting on the bed beside Cyrus’ figure. “Wanna play a video game?” he asked, holding up a controller, causing Cyrus to smirk and grab it, leading to a furious Mario Kart session for 3 hours.

Hours later, when Cyrus reached home, a ghost of a smile still on his face, he reached into his coat and pulled out the glove, clutching it to his chest. But when he did, a piece of blue paper fluttered out. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned down to pick it up and peered at the words.

Don’t worry, I’ll be here to keep you warm. -TJ

P.S. I’ll beat you next time Goodman

Cyrus laughed quietly, holding the note carefully, heading up to his room to place it in his box of special things.

Despite him sometimes wanting more, Cyrus was so glad that TJ was his friend.

*

Light pink sky, up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew 20 questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately, yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand It’s nice to have a friend

Taking a long, deep breath, Cyrus looked up at the sky, the sun setting turning it into a canvas for a kaleidoscope of colours. He let out a sigh, turning over to look at the edge of the roof, where he knew his room window was, where he saw TJ clamouring up the side.

“Careful there,” he said with a laugh as TJ slipped slightly, grabbing onto the edge of the roof. He eventually managed to pull himself up, glaring at Cyrus, who was laughing loudly.

“My near-death experience is not a joke Cyrus,” TJ said, deadpanned, but Cyrus just snorted loudly, causing TJ to also cave, laughing softly as he shook his head in amusement. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Hey!” Cyrus said, shoving his shoulder as he sat down. “You’re the one who decided to put up with me!”

“That’s true,” TJ said, and looked over at Cyrus, his gaze flicking down to his lips for a split second, then back up and ahead, avoiding all eye contact.

Cyrus suppressed a sigh, looking ahead at the sky. It had been like that for more than a week now. Ever since Andi’s party, and whatever transpired on that bench in her backyard, Cyrus and TJ hadn’t spoken about it. He had gone home that night, a feeling of sadness after Andi’s announcement, but a sense of content in his heart, his fingers still tingling in the afterglow. But soon after that, TJ left town for a week, and whenever they texted, it was as if that night had never happened. Sure, things were different, their texts were flirtier, and neither of them hid the looks and glances they threw each other, their eyes softening almost as soon as they spotted the other. But he just didn’t know.

And as TJ sat down next to him, smiling in that oh-so-charming but soft and kind way, a look he only reserved for Cyrus, he couldn’t help but feel so unbelievably confused, his head spinning as he thought about every move. Were they just friends? Were they more? Did TJ even remember what had happened that night?

“Don’t you have a curfew?” TJ asked, turning to look over at him with a smirk, and Cyrus smiled back quickly.

“Nope, weekends are free range,” Cyrus replied, pulling out a packet of chips from the bag he had gotten up onto the roof.  TJ smiled, shaking his head fondly.

They sat in silence, eating chips for a while, before TJ clapped his hands, drawing Cyrus’ attention (as if it were anywhere else). “Let’s play 20 questions!”

“Why? We practically know everything about each other already,” Cyrus said, rolling his eyes. But as he said it, a part of him whispered, You don’t though, what about the bench and the party? But he shut that part of himself, and continued to smile at TJ, who was now looking fixedly at him.

“Yeah, but it’s fun, and it doesn’t require much thinking,” he argued, and Cyrus pouted, thinking for a bit before finally nodding his head.

Their questions were for the most part random, more of the favourite colour and least favourite song variety. And even though the two boys had been positive they knew each other fairly well, there were still some surprises set their way.

“Wait you don’t actually like blueberry macadamia muffins?!” Cyrus yelled, and TJ shushed him loudly before nodding. “Then why did you make me get them for you?”

“I didn’t think they actually existed!” TJ exclaimed, earning a loud laugh from Cyrus. “And then you spent so much time baking them that I wanted to eat them.”

“Well, that proves it. My baking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t, I loved them,” TJ said softly, his knuckles brushing against Cyrus’, sending shivers down his spine, that he cursed. Because that meant he couldn’t stop thinking about how it meant nothing to TJ.

“Okay, my last question,” TJ said with a smile, forehead slightly creased as he noticed Cyrus’ fallen expression. “Tell the truth, have you been okay this past week?”

Cyrus sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Not really. Assignments and tests are really catching up to me, and at this point, after what Andi said, I just feel like I’m drowning in everything. But, it’s just me being stressed out.”

TJ nodded, looking down. “Yeah, me too. Maths is really kicking my butt.”

Cyrus turned to look at him. “I thought you were getting help for it.”

“I am!” TJ said, but he groaned. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t still hard.”

Cyrus sighed, bumping shoulders with him. “I get that.”

TJ nodded, but soon shook his head, putting a smile back on. “Okay, your last question.”

And there, with the stars beginning to twinkle in the sky, and TJ looking at him like that, Cyrus broke and asked him.

“Did that night of Andi’s party mean something to you or was it just me?”

As soon as he asked it, Cyrus wanted to slap a hand across his mouth and take his words back, but he needed to know. TJ’s face immediately dropped, and he sheepishly looked down at his hands, and Cyrus looked at him nervously, trying to explain himself.

“I, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that but like, that night I thought when you said, when you said that, you meant the same thing, and then you went away for a week, and then we never spoke about it and maybe it was all in my head and that’s okay, but I just had to know, and I’m so so sorr-”

But he got cut off by TJ’s hand finding his, their fingers intertwining, resting on his lap. Cyrus let out a shaky breath, looking between his hand and TJ, who was looking down. Cyrus smiled in relief, looking back down at their hands.

“Of course it meant something to me Cy,” TJ whispered, looking up at him. “It meant everything. But then, I went out of town, and when I got back, I was too scared to say something. So I waited to see if you said something. But, then when you didn’t, I just thought you wanted to pretend it never happened.”

“No,” Cyrus said, placing his other hand over TJ’s. “It meant everything to me too. I thought you wanted to pretend it never happened.”

TJ laughed shortly. “Well, we’re both oblivious, aren’t we?”

Cyrus laughed, looking down. “Clearly.”

TJ glanced up nervously, and hesitantly, placed a hand on Cyrus’ cheek. “Is, is this okay?”

Cyrus couldn’t say anything, just nod, covering TJ’s hand with his as he leaned in.

Their lips met only for a brief amount of time, but it still sent Cyrus’ heart soaring. It wasn’t an explosion, more like the feeling of sitting in front of a warm fire, calm and quiet, perfect.

As they pulled away, TJ rested his forehead against Cyrus’, letting out a content sigh.

“I never knew how much I needed someone like you to be my friend,” he whispered, and then smiled at Cyrus, bumping their noses together. “So it’s a miracle that you are more than that.”

Cyrus smiled, leaning in again for another kiss, his mind playing dreams of suits, of flowers, of a violin playing as they stood before a crowd, promising each other a forever. He let himself dream of a day, years into the future, with them together, with jobs to go to, with errands to run, but just lying in bed, just enjoying each other’s company, just being happy together. Together. He dreamt up a future.

Yeah, they were literally kids, but it couldn’t hurt to dream for a bit, whether it come true or not. All Cyrus knew in that moment that a friend like TJ was hard to come by.

It was nice to have TJ with him.

Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow Call my bluff, call you "Babe" Have my back, yeah, every day Feels like home, stay in bed The whole weekend It’s nice to have a friend

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yeet yeet wrote this between classes soz

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surveyss 025.

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? ummm, at one point I thought we would be together hahaha. I donno.

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? No

3. Have you taken someones virginity? Nooooooo

4. Is trust a big issue for you? It is. I have been working on being more trusting and then stuff happened that blew my trust entirely. I’m trying to remember that other people don’t need to suffer for things they did not do. I don’t want to be distrusting of everyone. I just need to figure out what I’m doing wrong.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? no.

6. What are you excited for? this weekend will be nice

7. What happened tonight? It’s not night time yet.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? why would it be only disgusting for girls? 

9. Is confidence cute? confidence is great.

10. What is the last beverage you had? diet coke

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? at the moment, none. thats a shame, I know.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yes.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? party!!!!

14. What are you going to spend money on next? stuff for tomorrow’s trip

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? heck no

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? absolutely.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? I don’t. I used to tell Kile all the things, but we don’t talk anymore. I know that eventually both of us will find new people to talk to, but I think it’s just a little raw for that ... at least for me right now. Perhaps he is sharing his life with other people already, I wouldn’t know.

18. The last time you felt broken? currently. But I’m trying to mend.

19. Have you had sex today? No.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? yeah

21. Are you in a good mood? I’m ok. I mean, I’m not entirely, but I’m ok.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? why does this keep coming up?

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? same color family yes, but not the same shade

24. What do you want right this second? a really strong thunderstorm. Not gonna happen, but a girl can dream.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I think it’s possible he could be. I just try not to think about it. I wouldn’t say anything.. he’s allowed to do what he wants to do. He doesn’t belong to me :\

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yeah

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I have but that is nottttttt what I like. I prefer to laugh.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? mario... orrrrr perhaps the gentleman at the arboretum who was telling me that there was a mosquito problem. NO JOKE DUDE.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? kile andrew. i hate being without him.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? I think it’s important that we offer grace. 

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? I’m indifferent. I really don’t know him all that well.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? He does, but I don’t think he feels that he can do anything about it. Which is so far from the truth, but I understand we see things differently.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I only drink diet sodas and I’m starting to do more water in preparation for hard 75

34. Listening to? piano

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? I did earlier for some puzzles I just bought, but man it annoys me.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? I don’t.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe we can get gut instincts that someone is just... going to be someone we fall for.

38. Who did you last call? savers

39. Who was the last person you danced with? myself in the car today

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? He was my boyfriend at the time. He was a great kisser. 

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Its been a real long time. Hard to find GF cupcakes.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Of course. tis what I do lol

44. Do you tan in the nude? No. I would consider it if I had land that wasn’t viewable by neighbors

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Not anything I concern myself with.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Just about. I think we got off zoom at like 12ish and I fell asleep shortly after. 

47. Who was the last person to call you? My brother

48. Do you sing in the shower? oh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck yes.

49. Do you dance in the car? oh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck yes.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? I have! not too shabby at it.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? when I was a child... like 2 years old. maybe younger.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? I do.

53. Is Christmas stressful? no, it is everything beautiful and good. people tend to find the stressful bits of any situation and amplify it to self sabotage a good thing. 

54. Ever eat a pierogi? yup

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? pumpkin

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? missionary, work in an orphanage, vet, mechanic.

57. Do you think someone is thinking about you? part of me selfishly hopes so. The other part of me doesn’t want him to fixate on things if it stresses him out.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? YES!

59. Take a vitamin daily? I got out of the habit but I need to get back into it.

60. Wear slippers? oh frick yeah

61. Wear a bath robe? No. I always think maybe I’ll learn to do so, but I don’t like the feeling of being in lazy pajamas all day long. When I was a kid, my mom and sister would wear their bathrobes all morning long and then that meant that when we would need to go somewhere, they would still need 1-2 hours. It drove me nuts.

62. What do you wear to bed? sometimes shorts and a tee, sometimes a tee, sometimes a tank, sometimes nothin. it just depends.

63. First concert? country thunder

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target

65. Nike or Adidas? no preference 

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? peanuts

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? I’d lie

69. Ever take dance lessons? Yeah.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I always envisioned a helper position (firefighter, police, medical, etc)

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yes.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? yea

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes.

74. What is your favorite book? pride & prejudice

75. Do you study better with or without music? With.

76. Regularly burn incense? nooooo.

77. Ever been in love? I sure have

78. Who would you like to see in concert? probably anyone at this point lol

79. What was the last concert you saw? uhhhh a bunch of performers at lollapalooza

80. Hot tea or cold tea? peach iced tea thx

81. Tea or coffee? tea

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip.

83. Can you swim well? I can hold my own, but I’m no phelps

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes.

85. Are you patient? typically very

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? I think the idea of a band is dreamy, but I couldn’t afford that.

87. Ever won a contest? yes! scripture memorizing, dance dance revolution, a guessing game,

88. Ever have plastic surgery? have I? no.

89. Which are better black or green olives? no olives. BLEgH

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? I totally respect that some people really love that. It’s not for me. 

91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room AND bedroom

92. Do you want to get married? Of course.

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youre gonna get to know me whether you like it or not so im answering these

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? fucking coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate bars!

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? im a slut for cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? sassy, loud, annoying, talkative

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? mmmmm glass

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? is this asking me what i wear? im tomboy but spiritually im goth

7. earbuds or headphones? earbuds fuck headphones

8. movies or tv shows? tv shows, my attention span is short

9. favorite smell in the summer? P E T R I C H O R 

10. game you were best at in p.e.? ditching class

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? i dont eat breakfast but pancakes are the shit

12. name of your favorite playlist? i love you most

13. lanyard or key ring? key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? lollipops!!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? i hated all of them

16. most comfortable position to sit in? on the counter baby!!!!

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? my slip on vans

18. ideal weather? cloudy/thunderstorms

19. sleeping position? curled up/spread out on side

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? on my laptop, typing is so therapeutic

21. obsession from childhood? i loved hello kitty sm 

22. role model? matty healy. shit role model but amazing person LOL

23. strange habits? ill sit still for a little and then just like jump its SO WEIRD

24. favorite crystal? OOOO uhhhh call me basic but rose quartz

25. first song you remember hearing? you belong with me - taylor swift

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? swim!

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? take a walk

28. five songs to describe you? give yourself a try - the 1975

anathema - twenty one pilots

rockin around the christmas tree - brenda lee

in my head - ariana grande

somebody else - the 1975

29. best way to bond with you? be nice and make dark jokes

30. places that you find sacred? yosemite

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? black crop top, dark jeans, leather jacket, combat boots

32. top five favorite vines? 4 female ghostbusters? the feminists are taking over! | jared, 19 | fuck your chicken strips! | long story short i shoved a whole bag of jellybeans up my ass | morning coffee, baby

33. most used phrase in your phone? im luv u

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? 1-800-KARS FOR KIDS

35. average time you fall asleep? 12-2 am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? fucking nyan cat

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase wtf who uses a duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea? lemonadeeee

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon cake 

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? suspected pedo choir teacher

41. last person you texted? ‘horny for healy’ group chat

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? back pants pocket

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap? wtf idk like flowers

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? i love mcu so superhero

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? i wear a school tshirt and booty shorts

47. favorite type of cheese? extra sharp cheddar

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? watermelon

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “fuck that get money” - the 1975 matty healy

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? literally anything alyssa says

51. current stresses? summer assignment

52. favorite font? comic sans

53. what is the current state of your hands? one hand is moist and the other is dry

54. what did you learn from your first job? im fucking unemployed

55. favorite fairy tale? rapunzel

56. favorite tradition? cheese n crackers by the christmas tree with my dad

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? tw// 

suicide, self harm, alcohol

58. four talents you’re proud of having? piano and idk anything else LOL

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? hoes mad

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? one where i kill people

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? i dont fucking know

62. seven characters you relate to? i dont fucking know

63. five songs that would play in your club? sex - the 1975

girls - the 1975

give yourself a try - the 1975

truth hurts - lizzo

deepthroat - cupcaKke

64. favorite website from your childhood? girlsgogames

65. any permanent scars? haha

66. favorite flower(s)? sunflowers, violets, orchids, lilies

67. good luck charms? crossing my fingers 

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? fucking grape

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? you fucking tell me

70. left or right handed? righty

71. least favorite pattern? polka dots

72. worst subject? math FUCK MATH

73. favorite weird flavor combo? chocolate and bacon

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? like 4

75. when did you lose your first tooth? age 6

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? baked potatoes omg

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? sunflowers

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? my grocery store has a sushi bar that shit good

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? good lord neither

80. earth tones or jewel tones? jewel tones ftw

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies!!

82. pc or console? console gang UNLESS its the sims 4

83. writing or drawing? writing

84. podcasts or talk radio? i dont care

84. barbie or polly pocket? barbies gang

85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes? both mmmm

87. your greatest fear? n e e d l e s

88. your greatest wish? 11:11 marry lily

89. who would you put before everyone else? lily or seb

90. luckiest mistake? being born

91. boxes or bags? boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? fairy lights

93. nicknames? if u call me a nickname i will cut your achilles

94. favorite season? fall/winter

95. favorite app on your phone? twitter

96. desktop background? its an apple default of mt fuji

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? idk like 6

98. favorite historical era? renaissance ayyyy