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miiilowo · 4 years ago

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I. Im very curious about the pink haired enderman oc 👉👈 where are they from?? What do they doo?? This is a ramble as much as you want to ask :D

RUBBING MY LITTLE GREMLIN HANDS TOGETHER (also sorry about the late answer, my internet went out as i was writing this)

he’s for an smp im on! :D we decided that we wanted to do rp stuff for fun (hasnt really happened but some characters exist) and i decided to make an enderman character because i just. love them so much

the idea is that one of the smp members went to the end and made an enderman grinder. for whatever reason (havent figured out what the reason is yet) she decided that my funky little guy was special and decided to keep him. kind of like adopting them.

Afterward she made him king of the end because shes a human who thinks she has power over just about everything. for that reason i spent like 3 days building a castle on the server. He does not take his role as a king seriously whatsoever, and never goes to the end. Why, you may be asking?

When you kill the ender dragon you get the achievement ‘free the end’, which doesnt Sound Like Endermen Had A Fun Time, so im just going to assume he has very bad memories associated with that place

since you mentioned it, his hair is not Actually pink, in fact, he’s bald, but he likes color a lot and so he made a wig (plus he wants to fit in with his mom and other people more) ((also my hair is just pink and he’s an adaptation of another persona i have but we can ignore that)). colors and flowers and stuff are something he enjoys because its a nice difference in comparison to the end which is mostly just . beige and black and purple sometimes

He’s relatively good at english, and really loves writing and stories and books!!! i have a groovy lil library in my castle and a notebook/journal i track events of the smp in. im THIS CLOSE to copying the personal poems ive done into a bunch of books and selling them on the server for shits and giggles

My castle is one of the cooler builds on the server so new members stop by and stay there for a while before they head off on their own. so, i decided to turn that into him really wanting people to hang around, but they keep leaving and he gets kinda sad about that. id hate living in a big fucky castle and then peepo just stop by then exit after like 4 days. as a result he now has one crazed little clown friend who he is overly attached to despite her probably not being good for his mental health. theyre. working on that. though. i think. that character belongs to my friend loserchips, aka my best friend and the gal who drew my icon, which is also the enderboy!!!!!!

he has a big pile of gems in his throne room that he is absolutely Not willing to share because ive decided he loves shiny things. He also does have some enderman behavior that ive incorporated into how i play:

- cant go in water unless wearing full armor

- cant be in rain without a hat on at LEAST

- afraid of eye contact/doesnt look people in the eye

- climbs on shit and up the vines all over the castle. this scares people occasionally because hes already tall

- he isnt very good at teleporting and when he does he kind of zaps all over the place. due to chorus fruit i have ended up in countless ravines, creeper holes, roofs, tunnels, and houses against my will. it only worked out ONCE, where i was in a friends bakery, and she said to come upstairs. i ate a chorus fruit absentmindedly and teleported right in front of her. im counting this as him getting better at it

- i also am located in a savannah thats right next to a desert because it never rains there and he likes dry places for obvious reasons

- this was mildly inspired by endermen behavior. hes incredibly docile and friendly, but when he’s pushed a little too far he fucking snaps. the best example of this happening on the smp so far was when someone he was planning to live with forever left the castle, took some of his shit, then proceeded to fuck with him by showing him multiple double chests full of ender pearls. i then set fire to his house. (this character was also just genuinely scary and threatened him and killed him multiple times so i think that counts too. i now have his armor set)

theres a grave in my yard thats just a chest full of ender pearls people have given me because they think itd be funny. i am the main character i do not care

i put a little bit of Me into him, which means he loves to collect a bunch of items. anything he finds even a little cool he keeps. i have so many chests and theyre all so cluttered god help me

once bundles are added im absolutely going to have him carry around a sack of flowers that he gives to people

He has a really pretty royal outfit, and just casually wears it around the castle because he thinks he looks good in it

Also! he has three ‘sons’ which are just endermen i captured and put in boats. two of them i got before i had the enderman character idea. their names are ranboo and ran2. i think that is kind of funny

the third one is named hubert. hes bad at his job of guarding the villager cages

im very tempted to get him an enderman husband that sits in the bedroom or throne room. how the FUCK will i get him up there? i genuinely have no idea, but i know i wanna do it really bad

and some just. random stuff about him. ive been searching for a zombified hoglin named benjamin that i was introduced to on the first day of the server. I Know he exists. Hes in a sewer pipe behind spawn. im one of the few people who knows about his existence, and for the love of all that is holy i CANNOT FIND THE FUCKING HOGLIN and its driving me insane. if we translate this to my character, the only time hes left his castle in like a month is to find a hostile pig creature nobody knows exists and hes been rambling about it searching a swamp for days on end

also if he were living in this world and time, he’d listen to hyperpop and be put into a fucking trance by it because its just So Much on his little enderman brain. so much. i dont like hyperpop really but he Absolutely would

also!!!!!!!!!!! hes very good at knitting! very good! at knitting! the castle was super dull and gray so he decided to spice it up one day and now theres plants and flowers everywhere-alongside a giant carpet of his face. yes this actually exists. i have a rug of my skins face on the floor of one of my rooms. in this room is a bunch of wool and sewing stuff. i like to think he makes his own clothes.

something i forgot to mention is that hes somewhat wary of people, and doesnt like to kill mobs. The clown character i mentioned is a human, but she kind of died and came back to life (totems of undying you know) and as a result he likes her more because in a sense she is somewhat undead. just a cool little character bit i thought was neat :]

i feel like he wants to play an instrument but he cant because his hands are too clunky and big and long

but! anyway, thank you for letting me ramble about my beloved son!!!!!! im thinking of naming him finn, but i might just keep it as milo for simplicities sake. since thats my name. also i thought i should tell you that i had you in mind when i made the ‘if yall wanna talk to me’ post. very poggers

endermen are friend shaped and so is he i promise <3

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jessahmewren · 5 years ago

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in transit / Gillovny fic

Well boys and girls I kind of went for the deep end here and wrote one of my fav pairings. I hope I did them justice. Oh yeah and this is pretty filthy so don’t read this around innocents, at work, around public buildings or at all probably.

Summary: David and Gillian share a limo on the way to the Jimmy Kimmel Show, and things get a little heated.

Also at A03.

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The engine idled almost soundlessly, blowing a billowy cloud of white exhaust into the brisk January air. It was cold, even for L.A., and David sighed, his lips pursed in thought as he looked at the growing storm clouds through the tinted windows of the limousine. If she didn’t hurry, they wouldn’t make it there before the rain.

“So um, how did you like that game the other night Mr. Duchovny?” David looked up, suddenly pulled from thought, to see the partition down and the driver making eye contact with him through the rearview mirror. He wasn’t Sam, he realized absently. This man was new and much younger.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He was halfway listening, one eye on the door of Gillian’s building, the other on his watch.

“The College Football National Championship,” the young man replied, the eagerness building in his eyes. “Helluva game.”

“Um, I didn’t watch it,” David murmured absently. “Listen—I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Craig sir.” The young man smiled genuinely at David, and to his credit, David returned in kind.

“Craig. Could you ring Ms. Anderson’s building again? Remind her assistant that we have to be at Kimmel’s in an hour and it’s rush hour?”

“Y-yes sir.”

The partition went up again, and for that, David was grateful. He pulled out his cellphone and opened a text window.

David: DARLING

Gillian: yes LOVE?

David: where the hell are you

Gillian: finishing something important

David: hon get your ass in the car

Gillian: can’t in the middle of something

David: can’t it wait?

Gillian: no ;)

David: wait a min

Gillian: …

David: Gillian get down here rn

David: Gillian

David GILLIAN

Gillian: stop shouting at me

Gillian: if you would help me maybe I would finish quicker <3

David: I will do no such thing

David: This is a silly ritual anyway

Gillian: it’s not silly. I get nervous.

David: so you have to flick the bean before every interview

Gillian: I hate it when you call it that :(

He closed the chat window, cursing to himself at the semi he was now nursing. Just knowing Gillian was up there, panties around her ankles (or carelessly thrown in a corner) her hand buried between her thighs…

David shifted uncomfortably on the plush leather seat, now unfortunately fully hard. Then, as if on cue, Gillian emerged from the ornate doors of her building, blonde hair streaming over her shoulders, little black dress swishing around her toned calves.

Craig opened the door for her, and she effortlessly slid into the backseat alongside David, bumping shoulders with him before crossing her smooth legs and canting her hips just so as she got comfortable. David managed to hide his erection from Craig with a crossed arm over his lap, and the engine revved a little as the pulled away from the curb and into midday traffic in L.A.

“Gimme your hands,” David said as the limo joined the line of commuters headed for downtown. Gillian played coy but finally relented as he pressed her fingers firmly to his nose, inhaling deeply.

“You washed up too well,” he said, frowning. “There’s barely any of you left.”

Gillian laughed, snatching them away from his nose and back into her lap. “Why should I tell you anything,” she said, smiling, “when you were so unsupportive before?”

David curled his lips against the crook of her neck, relishing in the warmth there. “Oh but I do support you,” he whispered as his hand trailed up the curve of her leg. “I was just jealous before. Jealous of those pretty fingers.” His hands met her inner thigh, and she squirmed a little in her seat. “Did my Gilly use a toy?”

“The blue one,” she whispered, her eyes nearly closed.

David smiled, leaning over to kiss her ear. “Ah, the blue one. I love that one. It’s got the little—“

“The bunny ears,” Gillian supplied breathlessly. David’s hand had reached the juncture of her thighs now. He could feel the heat of her through the barely-there thong she wore beneath her dress.

“What do you say nervous girl…you got another one in you?” David nipped at her neck while simultaneously thumbing her clit through the thin lace.

She moaned softly, finding his lips, opening her legs to the flat of his hand as his digits trailed through her wet heat.

She gasped into his mouth as he shed the thong, stripping it down her legs to her knees, liking the way her milky white skin looked against the black lace. He palmed her breast then, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it just to the point of pain.

Gillian keened before biting the back of her hand, remembering the babyfaced driver and the thin partition separating them. But David took her hand away. “Make all the noise you want baby.” He worked her clit with the thick pad of his thumb, spreading her wetness over the hood before plunging two of his digits into her tight heat. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”

“Yess,” Gillian moaned, her legs braced against the adjacent seats. “I’m yours,” she choked out. With David’s fingers crooked inside her mercilessly working against her g-spot, she could feel the tight hot coil of her orgasm threatening to tip her over the edge. She began to thrust against his fingers, riding hard as the warmth in her belly spread to her limbs and across her torso. She clung to his shoulders, seeking closeness…seeking more.

“It’s just…” she stammered between thrusts…”I need…”

Gillian was almost whining, but David knew his lover. He brushed the hair back from her face. “You need me to fill you up baby? Fill you all up?” he said as he took his other hand and spread her wetness back over her bum.

She nodded emphatically.

“Just one finger then,” he said gently, and as soon as he filled her she came like a vice, her juices covering his hand and the seat beneath her.

He cooed softly, rocking her gently as she came down from her high. He was harder than ever now, precum soaking the front of his pants. He rubbed his hand over his erection, seeking a bit of relief.

“You did so well sweetie. It’s what you needed.”

Gillian reached up to stroke his face, finally noticing the prominent bulge in his pants.

“What about what you need David?” Her bright eyes flashed up at him almost innocently, but when Gillian reached out to stroke him, he stayed her hand.

“We don’t have time for that hon. I’ll be fine.”

Gillian blinked at him in disbelief. “Of course we do. Look at that traffic.” She tapped on the partition and within in a few seconds, it came down. “Driver, what’s our ETA?”

Craig looked at the thoroughly debauched woman with a carefully blank expression. “We’re going to be regrettably late ma’am. Traffic is heavy. I have already called ahead.”

Gillian smiled. “Thank you.”

The partition raised again and Gillian turned her attention back to David.

She began fumbling with his belt, her fingers brushing his erection through his pants. The sharp intake of breath that resulted spoke of his need and only emboldened her.

When she took him out she trailed a finger along the silken length of him, all veined and angry and leaking for her. She licked her lips as she looked at him, then met his hazel eyes.

“You like what you see, Ms. Anderson?” He’d scooted further down in the seat, and his lips were slighted curved in a demure smile.

“Very much so, Mr. Duchovny.” Her hair had fallen over one shoulder, and she looked up at him through her lashes. “I’m about to show you just how much.”

His hips hitched when her lips descended on him, tongue swirling around his uncut head, lips and tongue lapping at the precum beading at the slit. When she took him in as far as she could, he arched into her, fighting for control as she swallowed him down.

She worked to find her rhythm, moving her head on his member until her mouth was stretched wide over his cock, throat taut with the strain of not gagging with each bob of her head. David’s breath grew ragged with his own orgasm tightening his spine, a white hot streak of lightening he fought desperately to keep bottled until Gillian inexplicably pulled off of him with a plop.

She smiled up at him, her lips swollen and a shiny thread of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

“Fuck my face lover.” She had a gleam in her eye as she went down on him again, his cock twitching at the heat of her mouth, the power of her words.

He buried his hands in her hair and was powerless to comply.

He thrust into her face…once…twice…three times, his hands buried in those golden strands as he ground out his release. His teeth were clenched in ecstasy, then his world went white.

When his bitter essence hit her tongue, she swallowed it greedily, hands clenched on his hips as he released his grip on her. When he finally relaxed, she pulled away from him, wiping her mouth and climbing into his lap.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” Gillian murmured against his cheek.

David smiled, rubbing a thumb across her lips. “How would you know,” he said with a small laugh. “You couldn’t see much with your face between my legs.”

Gillian grinned. “Ah, I’ve seen it all before,” she said with a wave of her hand.

“Old news huh,” he said as he lovingly tweaked her nose.

“Old news,” she sighed.

They said nothing for a long time. David tucked himself back into his pants, and Gillian straightened her dress. She lay back against his shoulder. The patter of rain began to hit the roof of the limo.

“We’re lucky,” David murmured. “You know that?”

Gillian ran her hand along the length of his arm. Outside, the sign for Disney’s El Capitan Theater was just coming into view. “The luckiest,” she agreed.

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#gillovny #gillovny fic #gillovny fanfiction #gillovny fanfic #david and gillian #gillian and david #david x gillian #gillian x david

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abthepoet · 5 years ago

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All my friends are dead.

Something strange is trending in my life.

All my friends die.

At the beginning of my sophmore year in college, my roommate from freshman year died tragically in a single vehicle car crash. Her name was Allison Lynam. We called her Blake. She was sassy and funny and I wish I would've taken more time to know her.

The rain was torrential the night she died. I swear I've never seen it rain that hard ever again in my life. She drove to the store along Highway 36 in Long Branch,NJ. She had off campus housing that year and had to use the highway often. The road was terribly flooded the night she died. Im told she hydroplaned, spun, and T-boned the driver side smack into an electrical pole. Her family still decorates it.

At that very same moment, in my dorm room nearby, I was watching TV when the lights suddenly flickered and dimmed. A brown out.

I had no idea but that was my friend crashing into a pole and dying. She was 19 years old.

I know this because that accident happened near the mall. That accident killed the power to nearby businesses.

I later found out that the road she died on was so badly flooded, the police intended to close it. Why they didnt get to it in time, I'll never know. Maybe that's fate.

Then there was Jessica Blain. Jessica Blain was a firecracker of a human being. She was 100% unmistakable. One of the loudest, funniest, most loyal people and friends I have ever met. She was also an incredibly gifted singer and I was lucky enough to have Chorus with her. We, along with a small group of friends, founded a new greek organization on our campus, Alpha Xi Delta. We were paired up as Twins. (you can't have Bigs & Littles when you're just starting the Family Tree). We named the family we formed Fuck Up Your Shit. Because that's what we'd do for a friend. I miss her laugh most of all. It was loud and unapologetic. She was there for me, supportive, and encouraging without me ever having to ask. The night I officially finished college we all went out to the local gay club, The Colosseum. I got wasted, of course. But Jess was the person who when I shouted 'I have to pee' on the ride home, she stopped and knocked on strangers doors and asked to let me use their bathrooms. Nobody said yes so she held my hand while I peed on a fence instead. I remember the last time we spoke. She was at a concert with a mutual friend. We hadn't spoken much since I graduated, she was still in school.

She died in her dorm room bed on Halloween as a result of asphyxiation during an epileptic seizure. She was 20 years old. The news was broken to me that very same Halloween night as I floated along in NY on a concert cruise. The World/Inferno Friendship Society decided to host Hallowmas, their annual event, on a boat this year. Nothing like being trapped on a musical boat while you grieve. I had messaged her AIM late that night to say hi. She had an away message up. I may have sent a message to a dead person. I miss her friendship more than I realize sometimes.

That brings us to James Padden. James was a warm, snuggly bear of a guy who always tried to do the right thing and let me steal his hoodies. He insantly became my best friend in a Stepbrothers-esque manner. I met James working overnights at Wawa in Leonardo, NJ. I forget how it started now, but we were standing in front of the deli and I think I tossed him a broom or he already had one. . . I cant remember now.. . . but he just took one look at me with that mischievous little twinkle that I quickly returned and we instantly began sword fighting with our brooms. Like two little boys playing pretend and having a ball. He was sweet and silly and kind. I needed a ride, and he loved to drive. Our first winter as friends, we went out doing donuts in the snow. I barely knew him, but I felt safe. We smoked a ton of weed and had so many adventures trying to procure more. One time, we got so high driving to a Dropkick Murphys concert in NY we kept going in circles, missed almost the entire show save for the last 3-5 numbers, and had a blast. I can barely remember the night, but I remember laughing hard in that car. No one could talk to me like James. We were both insecure being chubby kids and adults, but so charismatic and grandiose that I sometimes thought we were the only two who would put up with listening to each others wild ideas and ridiculous banter. We would smoke joints and take adderall and talk about everything and anything. I miss the safety and closeness I felt with him. We were always 100% platonic, but we could nap together, I could walk into his house and jump on him in bed and wake him up. Then we would cook ourselves a breakfast feast and hit the beach. He taught me to always take the back roads. I gave him advice on the ladies. He taught me about fixing cars. I helped shave his back. He called his new pick up truck, a pick'um up truck. We could wax philosophical all damn day and not get sick of each other.

It wasnt just driving he loved, it was going fast. Like so many young white men, he had tendency to be a little reckless. The universe gave him a pass only so many times.

I'll never forget when he got his motorcycle. It was the last time I saw him. It was a bright green crotch rocket. He loved lime green. I was doing yoga in the living room when I heard this obnoxious engine rev down my street. I asked myself, who the hell is making this noise?! And it was James, grinning from ear to ear with a matching helmet on his shiny new toy.

before he left I said, 'you die on that thing, I'll bring you back to life and kill you." I remember giving him this very long and intentional hug and not knowing why I felt compelled to hang on.

When he left and hopped back on the bike, I felt compelled again and took a video of him riding away from my driveway until he was entirely out of sight.

That's my very last memory of him alive. James Padden died on Thanksgiving five days after his 25th birthday. He went out for a joyride on his bike before dinner, opened up to 100mph around a curve where he couldn't see a car pulling out around the bend in time. They called a medevac, but he died on scene. I loved James dearly and I regret drifting apart after we both left Wawa and I started a new relationship. He had stuff too, but in hindsight it never seems important.

Then there's JB. I will always remember JB for his kindness and generosity. The very first time I finally worked up the nerve to go to a poetry slam, I was alone and terrified. I had no idea what to expect. JB was the very first person to turn around, introduce himself, and welcome me. He made me feel like I belonged. Years later, when I won the title of Grand Slam Champion, he immediately offered to help coach me for national competition. Except, I didn't see the messages and left them unanswered, which I deeply regret. When I started hosting my own open mic a few years after that, JB would be one of the only people to consistently come support the show both as an audience member and participant. It was at a pizza joint and he would sometimes buy me food when I had no money. He wrote beautiful poems about his two young daughters and how much they inspired him. JB always tried to make people laugh but you could tell he carried a sadness. I did not get details, but from what I have gathered he made a choice to end his life. I wish I would have gotten closer to him and appreciated him more as a friend and person. I wonder if he felt no one cared about him and I feel like I should've let him know more.

Which brings us to Crys. Crystopher Anthony Diaz was a Scorpio with a big heart and a big personality. I met him on Myspace back in the day and started Web camming. We became friends and eventually fell into this gray area of friends, together, but not. It wasn't long before I was spending days at his place, killing hours at a time downloading music, making Wawa runs, and smoking weed with his roommate at the time, Syd. You know, the whole reason I worked at Wawa was Crys suggesting it. And Wawa is the reason I met James. Crys was unlike anyone I'd ever met. He was poetic and artistic and loved animals, especially pit bulls. He loved to draw and write and had this very out loud style that favored Earth tones. He taught me about fashion and insisted on getting dressed even if it was 1am and we were just going to Wawa because you never know who you might see. We would buy new clothes at Walmart and have photo shoots. That boy drank his weight in coffee daily. If it's one thing I'll always remember him for, it's the dancing. Dancing was a passion of his and always used to talk about wanting to form a dance crew. Eventually, we ended up living together for four years. My first apartment was with him in this piece of shit duplex rented to us by a slumlord in Keansburg,NJ. My relationship with him was always defined by our Aries/Scorpio dynamic and he never let me forget it. His birthday was October 30th, mischief night. One time, after we had moved into a new place, we decided to get revenge on our old downstairs neighbor by taking a finished lobster carcass and throwing it on his lawn. . . . . . . Keansburg had a terrible stray cat problem. 😁

I have so many memories with Crystopher. Unfortunately, towards the end of our relationship things became too tumultuous. We had too much unresolved baggage and trauma to find a healthy place emotionally together. We were so financially strained for a time we hardly ate. And then when he met his new girlfriend Laura, she introduced him to her good friend, Roxy. As in Roxcicet. aka Blues. Neither of us knew what that even was at the time. But he sure learned quick. He started using them pretty frequently as time went on, and things only got more complicated. My mental health took a nose dive. By the time I moved out our relationship was trash. I basically left. At the time, I didnt have a choice. things had gotten so bad between us, the money, the using . . . we didn't act like friends anymore.

I saw him a couple times at his new place but that was years ago. Since then, he went through a lot, including homelessness and more struggles with addiction to opiates. He reached out to me and sent me a message apologizing for everything a couple years back. I never responded. I was afraid I would let him back into my life and let the all the problems back in. I didnt trust where he was at in his life. We lost touch and stopped speaking.

His ex, who used to live with us and became my friend, messaged me and told me he died a few days ago. He was 35. I'm still waiting for information, but it may have been drug related. I'm not even sure where I'm at with how I feel. I know why we stopped talking. It was the right thing to do at the time. But he didnt deserve to die so young, having spent the last god knows how many months homeless. It's fucking with me so hard because we never resolved anything. I loved this person so fucking much and we never made peace. Of everyone I've lost, he was the closest to me. I've had a lot of people die on me but none that I lived with and shared a life with. I have more memories with him than I can handle and while I know we hadn't spoken in years and why, I still wish I would've said something. Done something. Yes, i needed healthy boundaries but he needed somebody. when is being firm too firm? If we would've helped, could it have been different? But we didn't want to help at the time, you try to be tough and draw a line. Be firm. Not let yourself be taken advantage of. But is that a defense? Did that defensiveness leave a human being who's head i used to scratch until he fell asleep out in the cold to get sicker and die?

What am I supposed to learn from all this Universe? Why do you take my friends so young and so tragically? I'm only 35, I'm too young to have this much loss.

Because these are just the major players I've lost. It doesnt include my cousin Jared, who died being reckless on a motorcycle at 21 two years ago. I was 15 when he was born. I loved that baby, he used to bite my nose. But his family lived far, so I rarely saw him growing up. Last time I saw him was at my grandfather's funeral. He didn't remember me and the nose biting.

And then there's Marcos who we used to chill with. He worked delivery for our favorite chinese food place. He was a nice kid who lived with his grandparents. We would get food, smoke weed, hang out a little. Even used to buy it off him for a while. Eventually he got into the opiates too, he even wound up being good friends with Crys and being Blue buddies. But eventually Marcos died from an opiate overdose. He was in his mid twenties.

I didnt want to include Ricky because he was more of an acquaintance for me, he was more my partners childhood friend. But god damn, in the time I knew Ricky that kid was a riot. He was loud and funny and definitely marched to the beat of his own drum. Drugs took him too.

Thanks for reading all this if you've made it this far. It's taken me about two hours to type this out on my phone. but i needed to. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

#death #story #story prompt #grief #friends #loss #love #dying #grieving #sad #lessons #life lessons #writeblr #writing #compose

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maternalcube · 6 years ago

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i did an art summary so now im doing a fic summary. i was tagged by @jamthedingus also!! ive never done one of these before!! lets go!!!

Rest (13106)

Keith & Lance's Island Adventure (20631)

Atlantis (10014 words)

The Way to a Man’s Heart (6858 words)

nobody's business (2096 words)

leave, and take (557 words)

dead girl walking (1661 words)

the course of fate (1039 words)

who ya gonna call (465 words)

come here often? (806 words)

til kingdom come (1950 words)

stars in the sky (pt 2) (5404 words)

a song of falling (630 words)

Eyes to the Sky (3683 words)

Feet on the Ground (4050 words)

Divergence (6669 words)

homecoming (1426 words)

Window of Opportunity (11144 words)

along that wilderness of glass (3801 words)

string theory (2327 words)

Katt Week (1062 words)

The Pining-Plant (3860 words)

at the end of many worlds (21684 words)

you're my home (19646 words)

Believe Me (3177 words)

Starchild (3568 words)

Summer Heat (2285 words)

third time's the charm (5349 words)

Blackbird (59546 words)

The Sixth Planet (9444 words)

all the infinite realities (1197 words)

Total Fics: 31! (plus one i posted anonymously lmao) Total Words: 229999! (except parts of string theory and the sixth planet were actually posted last year... but still, what a number)

more under the cut!

Ship/character breakdown: i didnt filter out my prompt collection or abandoned wips here so /shrug Ship breakdown:

klance - 6 sheith - 5 shance - 5 katt - 4 heith - 3 pallura - 2 and one each of plance, kallura, allurance, shatt, shkatt, kidge, kidgance, and shunk. and keiths parents lol. let it never be said i am not a multishipper.

and i know gen isnt a ship but it tied with klance at 6 (plus whatevers in the prompt collection) which was a surprise

Character breakdown: man if theres a way to get ao3 to show me ALL the stats, i dont know it. but.

keith - 25 (shocker) shiro - 23 lance - 21 pidge - 17 hunk - 16 allura - 12 matt - 12 and then coran and sam are at 4, and zarkon ats 3 and presumably many others are at 3 or less

Characters that had the main focus: well ~9 were from keiths pov, and ~5 each from shiro and lances povs. i think i also had ~5 from multiple points of view. its safe to say that keith has my heart tho lol

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title: i still like “at the end of many worlds.” i weirdly still like “Blackbird” too even if it has nothing to do with anything... Worst title: “Rest.” :/ also like all of the abandoned wips bc i didnt care. and “Keith & Lance's Island Adventure.″ some of my zine fic titles were also... bad. im bad at titles.

Best/worst first line?

Best: Keith & Lance's Island Adventure. ok the title is bad but this line? this really sets the tone for whole fic. you know what youre getting yourself into here.

When Pidge invited Keith to a fully-funded graduation party aboard the Holt family boat (“the smaller one, anyway,” she’d said), this is not exactly what he'd pictured: three of them standing on a wobbly dock, packed bags at their feet, sky cloudy and gray, while the Holt siblings stand on a little ledge off the back of the boat and deny entry.

Worst: ive got two for this lol

at the end of many worlds: even i have to read this a couple times to figure out what i was trying to say. at least you know youre in for pain...

Keith’s mother shows up to interrupt movie night often enough that, this time, Keith almost doesn’t realize anything’s wrong. Almost, because she’s silhouetted by the movie, but she’s clutching her arm and panting for breath, and in the thin edge of light around her he sees a wet and vibrant red.

Divergence: because all your friends being dead is EXACTLY like losing at dodgeball. yeah, theres a reason i abandoned this one.

Hunk always hated playing dodgeball. Not because he was bad at it--though he was--but because he always ended up the last one standing, and therefore the only target for the entire other team. It was due to a tendency to hang unnoticed in the back, he knew, but that didn't change the sickening, empty feeling of looking around and realizing there's no one left but him, and there's no way he can win. Only wait for the inevitable.

This, Hunk decides, is a lot like that, only, like, a billion times worse.

Best/worst last line?

Best: The Pining-Plant. there are a few others that were cute too but this one is also good out of context so

And then the pod swishes open and he's scrambling to catch Pidge as she stumbles out. She clings to his arms to steady herself and his heart swells.

"Falling for me again, huh?" he asks, and she groans loudly.

"Let me go, I'm getting back in the pod," she says, and he laughs. He doesn't let go, and neither does she.

Worst: if im bad at titles, im worse at endings. most are bad. i suspect the ending to “Rest” is terrible but i cant bring myself to even open that shit again so: Believe Me. if weather were a recurring theme in this fic, itd be fine, but as is its just... a weird note to end the fic on lmao

Hunk rocks back on his heels. "We aren't counting this as our official first date, right?"

"I dunno," Keith says, and now he smiles at the rain instead of frowning. It shows no sign of easing up, but whatever—they're soaked anyway. "This seems pretty good to me."

“...All right.” If nothing else, it’ll make a good story. And, Hunk had to admit—he’s pretty happy with how it’s turned out, rain and all.

But next time, he's double-checking the forecast, just in case.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

more than i expected! considering ive been in grad school all year!! i wrote about the same amount wordcount-wise in 2017 which i spent only half in school so. idk how i managed it.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

the anonymous fic was a surprise but im not gonna talk about that lol. otherwise... nah, its all been my usual stuff.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

blackbird, probably. i like working on that one. summer heat was also fun, id sort of forgotten about it bc it was a zine fic but coming back to it, i really liked it. likewise with third time’s the charm. and i like t6p a lot even if i kinda hate drawing for it :’)

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

depends on your metric. window of opportunity has the most kudos, keith and lance’s island adventure has the most hits, and t6p has the most comments and subscriptions.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

AT THE END OF MANY WORLDS. oh man i killed myself over that fic. it was important to me. but i think the mcd scared everyone off :’)

Story that could have been better?

i realize “all of them” is kind of a cop out answer but like

Sexiest story?

i have written nothing sexy, ever, in my whole life

Saddest story?

i mean, ateomw. considering all the death. blackbird def has its moments too.

Most fun?

i feel like i answered this in the favorite story q lmao. you’re my home also gets a shoutout, that thing was,, super self-indulgent lmao. and id be lying if i said i didnt have fun with parts of ateomw, even if its mostly sad.

Story with single sweetest moment?

man i write a lot of fluff but so much of you’re my home is just tooth-rotting. heres part of the proposal scene lmao

"Lance!" Keith yelps, barely rescuing the ring from falling into the sand with them. Lance pushes himself up on his arms, silhouetted by the sun and glowing with it.

"Really?" he asks breathlessly.

"Yeah," Keith says, and maybe he should've prepared something to say, that's a thing people do, right? Hell, he's winging it. "I know we can't stay here on Earth forever, 'cause we're paladins, and there's still stuff out there we gotta do. And I know you probably want to stay because this is your home—but you're my home, and if we gotta go, at least you'll have me, good or bad." He grins crookedly. "Or rocket science. Whatever happens, I'll be there."

Hardest story to write?

well t6p gets a shoutout, but its not the writing thats the hard part for that. uhhh ive struggled with parts of blackbird. i remember k&l’s island adventure giving me a LOT of trouble, i think i posted late lol

Easiest/most fun story to write?

anything short uhhh for all the infinite realities, i kind of just sat down the other day (actually i was in bed but) and was like “im gonna write this” and then in the morning i just sat down and wrote it in one go. i dunno if id call it fun, but it was easy. t6p is super fun to write but, as mentioned, drawing it sucks.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

no... my perceptions probably have shifted but not due to anything i wrote in particular. i did talk myself into liking allurance with a prompt fill, though, but im not sure that was 2018...

Most overdue story?

all the infinite realities lmao. at the end of many worlds needed that happy ending. and another shoutout to t6p, because thats been going on over a year and im still nowhere.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

does posting my abandoned wips count? ive still got some of those hanging around... blackbird was a bit of a risk bc my last longfic was written while i was unemployed and out of school, so like i had the time for it, and now i kinda dont. still chugging tho. ateomw b/c of all the death but it turns out i really like writing whump woops. and writing any sort of kissing always feels like a risk bc i suck at it but im getting better lol... i hope...

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

write more! finish things! do more sheith! i really want to work on this sheith longfic i came up with the other day... but i want to get blackbird over with first.

Tagging: eh! do it if you want to!

#i need a fic tag #HOO BOY

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el-and-hop · 7 years ago

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The One Where El Steals a Dog

Characters: El Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Jim Hopper, Karen Wheeler

Time: Post S2

WC: 2.3k

[Ao3]

Summary: When Mike’s heart breaks, El saves the day.

[A/N]: This isn’t fluffy. This isn’t angsty. It’s…Halfway Happy.

With added Prequel El, Hop, a Bear, and the Vacation

It was a warm November afternoon when Mike and El biked to the Wheeler’s for dinner, their high strung backpacks seemed to rustle their hair more than the cool breeze.

Mike had already picked El up from the cabin, excitedly ranting about his mother’s meatloaf and spring salad (it was all he talked about for a week).

It was Friday, just the day before the party was going to have another big D&D campaign, and, even though El was going to see him again the next day, every waking moment they could spend together was spent utterly in paradise.

Everything seemed perfect, at least until Mike noticed a sign sitting on the porch of a house just off the road.

In big black letters, the sign said “FREE PUPPY.”

Now Mike had always wanted a puppy, but his parents never let him get one, for reasons he understood but throughly ignored. When the Byers had gotten their dog, Mike spent hours over their house playing with it until his mother came by to take him home. She always wondered why he’d say goodbye to the dog with more affection than he'd ever say to her.

El nearly ran into the back of Mike’s bike when he abruptly stopped in the middle of the street.

Her brow furrowed when Mike told her to wait there and he’d be back in a second. She watched inquisitively as Mike rang the doorbell and spoke to an older lady behind the door. A few seconds later Mike was holding a black and brown glob a fur in one hand and a collar and leash in the other hand.

By the time Mike made it back to his bike, El realized the small furry thing in his hands was just a tiny dog, like the one the Byers had. She also noticed how Mike couldn’t stop smiling.

“The lady said he’s a german shepherd. About a month old. She was gonna send him to the shelter in the morning. I didn’t want him going there. Its one of those shelters that…never mind. I think I’ll call him Frodo. Cus he’s small, like a Hobbit. My parents will understand. They’re cool.”

Karen Wheeler, to El’s dismay, did not understand. Karen was not cool. The shouting was terrifying enough that El thought it right to stay behind and let Mike fight this battle on his own. She wasn’t going to get in between Mike and his mother, not after how kind she was to her.

“Michael Wheeler you know your father is allergic to pets,” Karen shouted, standing in the doorway to house. “Even then, you cant keep your room clean, so how can I expect you to take care of a dog?”

“Mom, the lady’s gonna take him to the shelter!” Mike’s voice broke. “They’re gonna kill him!” El could see streaks running down his face.

In that moment El was pulled back, pulled into a memory so vivid yet it seemed to only live in images. She recalled the lab, a cage, a furry cat. She remembers crying. She remembers the dark room. She remebers Mike’s smile just mere minutes ago.

In that moment, El decided what she was going to do. No one was going to get hurt. Not Frodo. Not Mike.

El held Mike’s hand the entire car ride back to the lady’s house.

Karen wasn’t taking any chances letting Mike walk the puppy back, for fear of him hiding it from her, pulling another one of his ‘stunts’ to get what he wanted.

Quietly, El sat in the car, watching Mike and Karen walk Frodo back to the front door of the lady’s house. She couldn’t hear much of the conversation, only picking up “apologize,” “sorry,” and “you have a big heart, kid.”

The last one put a knot in El chest, one that she hated feeling more than anything in the world. Mike Wheeler was the biggest hero she knew. He always put others first. He’d found her in the rain, gave her a home, protected her. He cried every night for 353 days, hoping she was safe and warm. That’s what El loved about Mike. His kindness was something she longed to reciprocate. He gave but rarely received. He’d say El, you don’t have to get me anything. Having you home is the greatest gift I’ve ever received. Sure, El would be as kind as she could to Mike, but nothing ever seemed to live up to what he did for her.

By the time Mike got back in the car, El noticed that his eyes were red and puffy. She could tell he was trying to hide his face from her. But she could see how broken he was. She always could.

“Mike…” El reached out to Mike, and put her hand on his knee.

“It was a stupid idea in the first place.” Mike smiled at her, seemingly tying to act like the streaks of tears on his face didn’t exist. He turned his head and stared longingly out the window, making that face El had grown accustomed to. She’d memorized it during those nightly trips to his blanket fort, watching him from miles and miles away.

They didn’t talk the rest of the ride home, but rather just sat, his hand unconsciously holding hers.

After what seemed like the most depressing dinner El had ever experienced (she would rather have ate a tv dinner in silence with Hopper: Mike side-eyed his mother every few seconds, Ted Wheeler acted more confused than he did first meeting El, Nancy left early to go see a movie with either Steve or Jonathan [El still couldn’t figure out which one Nancy was seeing, because she was always around both], and Holly screamed when Karen wouldn’t give her ice cream before the meatloaf), El began preparing to leave for home.

She had a scheme in mind; she was going to be kind. Yet Mike-l can’t let anything bad happen to my girlfriend-Wheeler always had a way of nearly ruining her plans, just like all the times he tried to stoped her from doing something nice for him.

“You ready, El?” Mike said as he went to put on his shoes. Mike thought he was taking El home. Of course.

“Mike,” El said, looking him dead in the eyes. “I can take care of myself.”

She was being kind, in her own way. Mike wouldn’t have to go all the way out to the cabin just to come back home. She’d be saving him all that time and energy. Yet she knew Mike would just spend all that saved energy worrying about her safely getting home. Halfway happy, she thought.

“El I canmbmb mmbbthbmb…” Mike’s face went red and his eyes grew wide. He couldn’t move his lips. El brought her sleeve to her nose and wiped the blood away. She smiled as he gasped for air, a slight giggle escaping from her nose. “Hey! Not fair!”

El was already out the door by the time Mike processed the situation. She was getting on her bike when she heard Mike run down the stairs. She was about to take off when she felt him grab the bike.

“Can we at least say goodbye?” Mike’s voice was shaky, as he was never one for endings.

El noticed his hand let go of the handlebars and saw in his eyes something that said please just don’t leave me hanging. They always ended their time together with hugs and kisses. El was having none of that tonight.

“No goodbyes,” El said flatly. She hated goodbyes.

“But…”

“You’ll pick me up tomorrow.” El started to get herself situated on the bike again. She didn’t look at Mike, but rather had her attention focused on the road ahead. She started to pedal forward, leaving Mike behind her. Then she heard a shout.

“Hey El-” Mike’s voice cracked as he yelled. He wanted to tell her something, something important, but her shouts interrupted him

“Love you too, Mike,” El called out to him, not even turning as she said it. Loving Mike was as natural as breathing. She pedaled into the darkness away from the glow of the Wheeler’s porch light. She knew exactly where she was going.

It took a shorter amount of time than she expected, but when she arrived at the lady’s house, the darkness inside made El breathe harder.

The sign that read “FREE PUPPY” was gone, leaving the lady’s porch barren and cold, the front door obviously locked, but that didn’t phase her. Hopper told her something about “breaking and entering” before, mentioning it when he talked about his case files that he always brought home from work. This wasn’t a crime, El thought. I’m saving Frodo.

El stood at the front door, and, with a tilt of her head, she heard the sliding of the chain lock. The front door creaked as it slowly opened. She could see Frodo right in front of her. He was locked in a cage far to small for him. He was asleep, his head resting on crumpled newspapers. As El stepped in the sound of snoring froze her in her tracks. She turned her head to see the outline of the lady who had given Frodo to Mike. El had to think fast. Not two seconds later a wool blanket floated across the room and rested over the lady’s face. El thought that maybe it would subdue the sound.

Creeping forward, El grabbed the collar and leash from atop the small cage and gently opened it. Inside, Frodo perked up, his ears wiggling even though El was as quiet as she could possibly be. She noticed his tail wag when she reached in to pick him up.

She didn’t bother to close the cage behind her.

She made her way out the door, shut it, and locked it with her mind. With Frodo now trying to lick the blood from her nose, El smiled and hugged him tighter than she probably should have. She didn’t get to touch him when Mike brought him home, so, being close to this ball of fur felt like love at first touch.

“We’re going home. You’ll be safe.” El kissed the top of his head, just like Mike did for her. El bent down on her knee and took off her backpack. She carefully put the collar and leash in first, Frodo just after. The wiggle on her back brought a smile to her face as she mounted her bike and took off, the cabin not too far.

When El closed the door to the cabin, Hopper was already at the kitchen table, late night coffee steaming, case files spread out.

“Hey kid, how was the Wheeler’s?” Hopper looked at El with a smile. He knew she loved being there. Karen’s food was always better than his cooking. Hopper also knew that 90% of the reason El went to the Wheeler’s was to spend time with Mike. Something was off, he noticed, when El didn’t respond. She had an intensity in her eyes that he rarely saw.

El sat down on the floor right between the table and the sofa. This wasn’t normal. Hopper perked up and closed the open file in front of him. The coffee cup made a subtle knock on the table when he set it down. El pulled the backpack off and carefully set it in front of her. When she unzipped it, Frodo crept out. Hopper’s face went white.

“El what did we talk about? We’re taking it to the shelter.” Hopper stood up, his arms folded in front. El knew Hopper wasn’t going to be happy. He never liked it when she brought animals home. Their fight after the bear cub incident resulted in neither of them speaking for two days.

“The shelter will kill him. Frodo stays here.” El kept her eyes on the puppy as it curled into her lap. She was never letting this dog go.

“El, kid, come on.” El noticed Hopper’s voice changing. He wasn’t angry. He was tired.

“No.”

“Kid…” Hopper’s eyes grew tighter when he noticed blood coming from El’s nose. She was looking at something behind him. He turned around to see his still steaming cup of coffee floating ever so high above the large stack of files on the table. El got what she wanted. She always had a way.

“Frodo stays safe.” El was trying to hide the tears growing in her eyes. Her stern face subdued by her quivering lip. She kept one hand on Frodo’s back, petting him and keeping him warm.

“Ok, fine. You’ll take care of him, feed him, walk him, clean up when he shits on the floor? Promise?” Hopper looked at her like he did the night of the Snow Ball. He gave her new ‘not stupid’ rules.

“Promise.” El was going to protect Frodo like Mike protected her. If Mike couldn’t save Frodo, El would. It was her turn to be kind.

“Can I at least ask where you found uh Frodo?”

“No.” When El retreated to single word sentences, Hopper knew the topic hit her hard. He wasn’t going to push any further. He loved seeing her happy. And this puppy would take her mind off Mike Wheeler, even though they saw each other every day at school. He knew El was going to keep her word. She never broke a promise.

When Mike stood at the door to the Hopper’s cabin early in the morning Saturday, he expected Hopper to be the one to greet him at the door. His breath was knocked out of him, however, when El appeared behind the door, wrapping her arms around his chest, squeezing him tightly.

“I want to show you something,” El said, pulling out of their hug. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the cabin. “Mike, meet our new dog, Frodo.”

Mike’s jaw nearly hit the floor when his eyes fell on the huge, terrifying chief of police, sprawled on his stomach, tugging a rope in which the other end was in the mouth of a small dog. Mike had never seen Hopper this happy.

“El…how did…” The smile on Mike’s face hurt. He couldn’t contain his happiness. He thought the dog was gone, like he couldn’t save it. His thoughts were interrupted by a hug from behind. He felt El’s curls press into his back.

“You can’t always be the hero, Mike Wheeler.”

#stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things headcanon #mike wheeler #eleven hopper #el hopper #jane hopper #Jim hopper #mileven #mike x eleven #el and hop #ross writes #random rants #Ross writes fic

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harmonicduo · 7 years ago

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K-POP Tag

ALRIGHT I was tagged by @tae-party and I’m finally going to do one of these!

What was the first song you heard by your bias group?: Probably something from GOT7 first. I think it may have been Confession Song or Just Right

δ(´д｀; )δ(´д｀; )δ(´д｀; )

List your 5 favorite kpop groups: I have too many favorite KPOP groups to list (said every multifandom-er ever). I’m forever in love, though, with GOT7, BTS, Red Velvet, all dem N C Ts, BLACKPINK, Seventeen, TWICE, and many more 8^)

Who is your ultimate bias and why?: God dang, this question always GETS me, ya feel? You can’t just pick one. UGGGGHHH, but right now my ultimate bias will have to be Jimin. I just don’t know what it is. His sincerity and care towards his members, his goofy laugh and bright smile, as well as his bright and soft personality draws me in. It used to be one of the members from GOT7, but I... I’VE CHANGED.

Has a kpop song or music video ever made you cry?: I’ve actually cried so many times for different songs, whether it be a happy, joyful song or even a sad one. I find a way to cry because seeing my boys and girls on stage like that, performing their heart out, even through their hard schedules and restless nights, make me feel so happy that they’ve come so far and are appreciated so well by the general public. (✿ ♥‿♥)

Name your top 10 favorite kpop albums: I don’t really rate albums, usually songs, but alright HERE WE GO. i’M about that LOVE YOURSELF: HER life. BLESS I love every single song on this album. Period. I really enjoyed GOT7′s Flight Log: Departure, J-Hope’s Hope World, GOT7′s Flight Log: Turbulence, JONGHYUN’s latest album, IU’s Palette, and G-Dragon’s KWON JI YONG.

Who is the funniest idol in your opinion? EVERY IDOL IS FUNNY. Every single idol is funny in their own way and I appreciate that. The funniest idols to me are within BTS and GOT7 (probably biased, but com’on just look at those nerds). ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

What’s your favorite kpop choreo? Spring Day by BTS because of all the symbolism in it and it’s just nice to look at you know what I mean? But also Don’t Wanna Cry by Seventeen they’re so synchronized and again its very nice to watch.

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first five songs that play:

Moving On (BTS)

Laugh Laugh Laugh (GOT7)

Power (EXO)

Tell Me What To Do (SHINee)

Ice Cream Cake (Red Velvet)

What is your favorite kdrama that any kpop idol has played a part in? Love Rain ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

What is your favorite OST by a kpop idol? Stay With Me by Chanyeol and Punch

List your top 10 bias wreckers: BTS--> Jungkook, V, Jin, J-hope, Rap Mon, SUga (literally all of them i cant), GOT7--> JAEEEBUUUMMM, BLACKPINK’s Jisoo, NCT’s Taeyong, Jaehyun, Jisung

What is the oldest group you stan? Super JuNiOr

What is the youngest group you stan? Probably NCT Dream or BLACKPINK. I haven’t been able to get into the newer groups lately. So I think one of these.

Do you have a favorite music video of all time? All music videos are so good... I can’t pick.

What is the most underrated group you stan? I think the most underrated would actually be ASTRO. Like not many talk about them and I want these little boys (although older than me) to be popular and talked about and be known for their talents.

Do you have a favorite kpop blog? I don’t really have a favorite KPOP blog. I like all my kpop blogs that I follow because they give good content.

Do you own any kpop albums? I actually own both versions of GOT7′s Flight Log: Departure, TWICE’s Cheer Up album, BTS’ Love Yourself: Her, and BTS’ Young Forever Album. I preordered GOT7′s EYES ON YOU album, so that’s gonna be added to my collection!!

Name the top 5 groups you would like to see live: GOT7, BTS, SEVENTEEN, TWICE, BLACKPINK

Who is your favorite soloist? IU & K.will

Are there any kpop songs you can sing or dance to? I guess I can dance to BTS’ Go Go... not really well and not really on beat.. but yano it’s all bout the FEEL.

Is there any idol you would like to hug? I would love to hug Jimin. Not only because he’s my ultimate bias, but because I want him to know that he’s perfect the way he is. He doesn’t have to do anything-- he doesn’t have to go through excessive weight loss or alter anything about himself because there will always be someone out there to love him for who he is. I would like to give all the kpop idols a hug tbh. They all deserve recognition for their talents.

What groups do you like that have either disbanded or disappeared? 2NE1 and MBLAQ.

What idol do you think you have the most in common with?: I don’t really know to be honest. I think I might have the most in common with Mark (GOT7)

If you could hang out with any of your biases, who would you pick and why?: I would want to hang out with all of GOT7 and BTS #gotbangtan i’d be the happiest girl alive to have both them of them together because they’re all my biases. If it had to be one, I would want to hang out with Bambam for the dank memes and fun times. I think he’d be a nice friend even with his strange behaviors he portrays all the time on screen.

#kpop #kpop tag #me

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blckbrdflyy · 8 years ago

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Oh 18 year old me & how not much has changed.

I’m now 30 and this was written in 2004 when I had just turned 18. It’s crazy how after all these years alot of this is still accurate. (Ignore the misspelling and grammatical errors I did not want to spend the time editing and wanted to keep it raw)

“my name is cathy but most know me as cat. i am very informed and opinionated and i love to debate. i am very open minded. i hate drama. pretty girls make me feel inferior. i like to be in love. shaggy haired guys are gorgeous. i play the guitar, write poetry and skateboard. i also love my art. i am going to be going to college to major in graphic design. i like solitude but if it werent for my friends i would go crazy. i am a foster child but do not feel sorry for me or expect me to tell you my life story. i love my family very very much but they will probably never know that. i am very shy and timid at first but i eventually open up to a whole new person. i am always changing and thats part of life. i do smoke pot and cigarettes, i do drink and i do party. i will never push my choices off on anyone so dont push yours on me. if you dont like it you dont have to. i am not on here to get the highest amount of friends. i do cry alot. i am a very emotional and sensitive person. i love to be in love. i love to laugh. i love to just have fun. i am a HUGE pessimist and it sucks. i am very unorganized. i refuse to be cheated on ever ever again. i will not suffer through another damn heartache. i am very gullible. i sleep with a night light on and music cause i have always been afraid of the dark. i worry too much. i eat alot of pickles and potato chips. i like to read alot and escape into the worlds that can be created by masterminds of the english language. i am not any kind of core, i am not scene, i am not straightedge, i am not punk, i am not gothic, i am not emo, i am not indie, i am not gangster, i am not preppy, i am not a metal head i am just my fucking self, so even though you may classify me it will never change who i am or how i see myself. i have a very low self esteem. i love hanging out with guys having burping contests and playing video games. i am a cat person. i love going to the park and swinging and always hoping that i will go over that bar into another dimension like swinger girl. i watch too much television. i am very passionate about the things i enjoy. i think i was born way to late. my favorite time period would be the 1900’s. i always try too hard to get people to like me. i am quite the insomniac. i bite my fingernails. i dye my hair alot and i think its going to fall out soon. i have thyroid cancer. i hate it when people feel sorry for me and pity me in any way. i love being the center of attention but large groups make me very nervous. i love kids and babies and old people. i hate to fight. i always feel really bad if i hit someone even if its my little sister and she just punched me in the face. i always put myself in someone elses shoes. i have scoliosis. i think society is just as fucked up as our government is. i hate george bush and there is nothing you can say or do that will ever change my mind. i am eighteen years old. i am worried that i will never find a love that was lost. i wish i didnt have to die. death scares the shit out of me. i hate thinking that everyone will eventually die. i believe in faith of the heart and mind because all organized religions are fuckin corrupt. i like watching cartoons. my favorite candy bar is twix but i dont like chocolate that much. i hate milk. i love love love ice cream. my favorite season is autumn because i think it is so beautiful and feels wonderful. winter is my least favorite because it is dreary cold and depressing. i do not hate my life but i wish there were alot of things that i could change. i do not like people that are racist and judgemental because they think they are so much better than others, its ignorant. i like to paint my nails. i like to make jewlery. i shop at the thrift store and the flea market. i really like boys not just as love interests but they make the best friends for me because they are much more carefree and fun to be around. i read alot. everyone including myself is a hypocrit at one time or another.i cant wait to get the hell out of highschool but i dont want to go into the real world just yet. i hate letting go but i have a hard time getting attached. expressing my feelings verbally is one of the hardest things for me to do. i am sometimes too nice that i get taken advantage of, i have a hard ass time being mean unless you are making fun of someone or just being an asshole. i want to join the peace corps. i want to live in australia. money is evil but so good to have. i have never seen three of my sisters and havent seen my real mom since i was six. my dad was a marine and he is a psycho abusive person and my step mom is a drunk. my older sister can be a huge bitch and trys to change who i am but she thinks she is looking out for me, my little brother has no emotion and he is turning out to be like my dad. my little sister is cool and she looks up to me. my grandma and grandpa are really poor but the absolute sweetest people you could ever meet. two of my uncles and a cousin have been to prison. my family is comprised of a lot of backstabbers and snobs. i am part german and cherokee indian. i am an american and damn proud and grateful for all that i have. i ponder all the things in the world non stop and often get so frustrated with all the unanswered questions. i like being popular but only if its for good reason. i would date a girl if she was right for me, but guys are my main thing. i try to help everyone i can through their problems. i love going to concerts and getting in the pit. my biggest pet peeve is when someone gets all competitive over music and has to know everything they possibly can and make you feel like an idiot if you dont. i want to be famous. i want to sing in a band. i am very very pale. i have a fake tooth. i like psychological movies that leave things unanswered to make you think of all the possibilities. i like smoking weed every now and then but i will not let any drug control my life. i have made a lot of mistakes and have a lot of regrets but i move on. if you dont like me chances are i will still like you. i look up to a lot of people such as martin luther king jr., harriet beecher stowe, harriet tubman, abraham lincoln, princess diana, mandy moore, john lennon, johnny cash, my foster mom, brad pitt and jenifer aniston, the dalhai llama, helen keller, elie wiesel, anne frank and last but not least myself. i hate talking on the phone. i miss my childhood and wish i could relive it and change so many things. i dont like cookies or cake too much or even chocolate. i love iced tea with lots of sugar. i love french vanilla roast cofee with lots of cream and sugar. my favorite holiday is thanksgiving. i still go trick or treating. i hate how a big of an influence society has on so many of our personal choices. i believe in karma. i cant wait to be on my own but i am scared. i am afraid of not being accepted but then again i dont want to care or worry about it. i am not a virgin. i love cuddling and making out better than anything else. i like falling asleep in a guys arms. i wish i could read peoples minds cause i always wonder just how they feel or what they are thinking. i love roller coasters and i get really nervous at first but after one time i am hooked and i will ride just about anything anywhere. i like being outside all the time when its warm enough cause when its cold all i do is sleep. i hate grey rainy cold days because they put me in a bad mood and i usually have a bad day. i have always loved making out in the summer or spring rain though its so romantic. i dont like getting gifts of any kind. i love politics. i love late night philosophical discussions. i wont tell you like it is cause i am a pussy and cant be a bitch. i love late night i love yous. i love when guys call me even after i just saw them because they miss me. i love randomness. i love life. i love nature. i love kualas. i love poetry. i love fashion. i love human anatomy. i love singing in the shower. i love playing dress up. i love star gazing in the middle of the night. i love crayola crayons. i love football games. i love fast food. i love mountain dew. i love self expression. i love spontaneity. i love open mindedness. i love stuffed animals. i love hoodies. i love cars. i love difference. i love tube socks. i love dying my hair. i love piercings. i love tatoos. i love monkeys. i like ego boosts every now and then. i love saturday morning cartoons. i can love you given the chance. i love to laugh. i love to smile. i will not change for you. i have opinions and yes they do change. i will not have sex with you. i like school because of the social interaction. i watch the news and read the newspaper alot. i learn slowly. i was diagnosed with manic depression and i am always medication but i dont think i am depressed i think i am like all the other teens, its just teenage angst and mood swings. i think this country is obsessed with diagnosing kids with all possible problem they can. i like my eyes. i struggle with letting things and people go. i like collecting things cause i am a major pack rat…Yep that’s me!”

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💗🐹🌠☀️😘🌟💙🐇🌻🍓✈️☕️🎵💛💚🌺🍀🍄😣🍪🍑☔️🐝🎨🙊🐶👑🐴(opinion on me)🍋📚😌🐧🎀🍦🐼

💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be? {Aleena of course}🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why?{Vulpix and Ninetales because they're beautiful, oddish because it's adorable, and lapras because it reminds me of like a business woman that could stab me with her stiletto heel and i have no explanation for that}🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?{A lot of gays. (Jk like equality for everyone and a lot more public aid and just basically the exact 100% opposite of Donald Trump)}☀️ what do you like the most about your best friend?{Uh Well I'm still not sure if I'm allowed to say my girlfriend is my best friend? So if I am then it's her ability to take care of me and make me happy. If not than I guess it would be my friend Jeffrey and I like the fact that we can just sit in a room hanging out and there's no pressure}😘 talk about your crush or partner{Aleena! She's tall and gorgeous and she really likes me I think and she kisses my face a lot which is nice. She's really funny which I appreciate. She's just A+ in general}🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!){oh god. My hair is nice, I have soft hands, and sometimes my eyes are a decent color?}💙 what annoys you about some people? {Immaturity and when people are agressive}🐇 what do you always daydream about?{What my life will be like some day. I've had a lot of people telling me recently that becoming a social worker isn't worth it and I'll just end up working at Starbucks or something and I'm just really stressed out about it. So mostly I've been daydreaming about marrying someone who has a well paying (enough) job that I won't have to quit what I love}🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change? {Poverty/hunger, lack of health care, and inequality}🍓 send me 4 names: kiss, befriend, kill or marry?{??? 4 names did not come with this one so I don't know what to do here?}✈️ what is your dream city and why?{It's a tie between Boston and Asheville, NC. Boston is amazing and so diverse and inclusive! Asheville is closer to my family though and is still pretty diverse and inclusive. (I was going to include San Fran but I'm fucking terrified of earth quakes)}☕️ talk about your ideal day{I would like it to be raining, maybe a little chilly. I'd sit out on my screened in porch in my hammock with Aleena and draw and read and watch dumb shows on my phone/laptop}🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment{Breezeblocks by Alt-j, Everlasting Light by The Black Keys, Bite Down by Bastille and HAIM, Avalanche by Walk the Moon, and In One Ear by Cage the Elephant}💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say?{Draw more, practice more, and wear more bug spray}💚 who are you jealous of and why? {Just about anyone who has their life together because I'm failing}🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn?{I know French and English, and I would love to learn Spanish}🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be?{Either Victor or Yuuri, I still can't decide which one I like more}🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike{I really fucking hate spicy foods. Like? Why would you purposefully hurt yourself??? You're all a bunch of masochists}😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious lately{All the people I care about are distant, I'm going into a profession that has an insane burn out rate and very little pay, I want to be a mom but what if I'm not financially sound enough, I hate school so much, AAAAHHHHHHHHH}🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now?{I wanted to be a vet because I love animals but then I learned that I would have to put animals down and noped out of that one real quick. Now I want to be a social worker}🍑 what are you obsessed with?{Totally not Yuri on Ice....}☔️ would you consider yourself a good person?{Not really, no}🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it?{Forgetfulness. Hopefully by taking my meds and writing things down. (Did you pick this one just because it had a bee? Because if so than I approve)}🎨 what do you always doodle when you’re bored?{I color in the corners of my pages with various line designs. I'll also doodle characters from whatever I'm currently interested in}🐻 what’s stopping you from chasing your dreams?{(I can't find the 🙊 emoji so I'm guessing it's this one?) Uh procrastination due to anxiety and forgetfulness due to Lyme Disease}🐶 send me 3 fictional people and I’ll choose my favourite!{.....uh just like the other one, this wasn't sent with 3 characters so....?}👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why? {oh fuck you cant make me choose this. If they don't have to be living then definitely Carrie Fisher.}🐴 opinion on __?{Cute and amazing. Solid 10/10}🍋 do you consider yourself an emotional person?{FUCK YES}📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them.{The Captive Prince series- "And if you want a personal message," said Laurent, "You can tell my uncle boykiller that he can cut the head off every child from here to the capital. It won't make him into a king, it will simply mean he has no one left to fuck."Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe- "Words were different when they lived inside of you.” (I have this entire book annotated cover to cover so this was very hard for me)Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children- "Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was."}😌 what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad?{I have people who love me and my cat would be devastated if I disappeared}🐧 describe yourself in 3 words{Short, sad, tired}🎀 what’s your fashion sense like?{Can you just call a fashion sense "Forever 21"?}🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?{Uhhh running around my backyard with my cousin(s) playing make believe or soccer or playmobiles}🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?{oh god uh probably Michelle Obama because she's perfect and amazing}

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rehnro · 6 years ago

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Distance: 252km| Total: 2,004km

After 20 days in the saddle my 2000km journey from the Stephan’s dome in Vienna, via Bratislava, Budapest, Belgrade, Sofia and even a bit of Greece all the way to Istanbul is over and many fantastic memories are made.

It was not easy even though the daily distances between 60-120km are not huge as such. It is the constant moving and getting on the saddle despite sore legs (bum!) or bad weather that is the real challenge. It is a mental test, less so a physical one i think. In the end the route proved shorter than planned, as i stayed away from some of the off-road GPS track to save time and because some parts were just hard with my touring bike and ended up in pushing it.

In any case, it was amazing to travel through this part of europe, catch up with friends, meet many new people and see both nice and not so nice parts of the six countries i crossed. Cycle on!

Heading south from Edirne

I left it late to leave Edirne (pronounced with a long E). Sleep, breakfast and not feeling in a rush. It was a cold morning. Grey. Looked like rain is on the cards sometime today. There are some 250km left to Istanbul and i figures i give myself three days to cover them.

Today i followed the highway D100 most of the way. Not to appealing judging by traffic passing by, but a good road leading straight to Istanbul. The other plus is the hard shoulder. 2m wide and thus making for a perfect cycle lane. Nice actually with many fields passing by.

First stop was Havsa late morning. I stopped at a local tea place and found myself soon in the company of two older turkish guys (not that they bothered to ask if they could join ✌️). One was the owner. We talked about my trip and one told me of his son living in Germany. He was there too as Gastarbeiter and thus german was the chosen language. People clearly not happy with what the lira has done though seemingly in the believe the USD had gone up rather than the lira down!?! Maybe just lost in translation.

After 4 free teas i had to move on to the town of Babeski with a little rain drizzling down. I was hungry and tried the fast food version of Döner. Dont! While cheap (€1 including coke) it was not very tasty at all. Well, fast food. I also managed to fix myself up with a local SIM card even though i understood nothing. People just speak turkish. Not even a hint of english. Much more problematic than in the other countries i have to say. Well, i got my data now. 😁

I moved on to my final destination today – Lüleburgaz some 80km into my day. First up, a place to stay. Since turkey has banned booking.com (well, it still works from abroad or with foreign SIM cards or if you use a browser with hidden VPN like puffin), i now use alternative websites and checked into a nice hotel for less than €20/night. Best to get the details online and then go there. Saved me 30%. Time for a little washing today. My bike gears smells horrible and the roof terrace is an ideal place to hang it all up. 😉

Culture check: i have been to turkey many times though mainly in Istanbul (a different planet). So far, it feels a bit weird. Not sure why, but it seems like a different world. One thing is the language barrier that i am not used to generally anymore. The turkish language is just very different. The other thing i noticed is the tendency to do things local. Like turksih pizza, electronics, ice cream, kit at, cars at times and not to mention all the imitated clothing etc. Gives it all a bit of a copy taste to me. For me, italian pizza as well as ice cream is just better.

I actually listened to the press conference of the german national team ahead of playing france tomorrow. I think we will get killed and am not on the side of our coach. Mentally the team still needs a complete restart. Well, lets see tomorrow. I hope i am dead wrong.

I spent the evening texting with laura and frances and had some beers while watching turkish soap operas. Strange, but enjoyable. Bedtime…

Cycling to the seaside

The journey to Silivri was uneventful and mainly along the D100 again for the best part of 95km. Up and downhill went hand in hand. The wind picked up though and as you would expect not in the right direction 😐. I was getting closer to the sea.

Late afternoon i had made it and was welcomed with a nice and warm evening. I booked myself into a local hotel (€16 a night for a big room with sea view and breakfast… Cant argue with that).

I spent the evening having food and a few drinks in the seaside restaurants and reminded myself of previous times in Istanbul… By listening to turkish rapper Ceza. Fast this guy!

Istanbul – here i come

It must have been my latest start on the tour other than that rainy morning in Serbia. Only 11:30 or so i was rolling towards Istanbul. A good 70km left to my final destination. Traffic now picked up markedly and the signposts with the remaining km to Istanbul acted as a sort of count down. 60km, 40km, 20km… And suddenly i was in the big city.

Traffic was crazy as i maneuvered towards the blue mosque. About 10km were left when a cycle path (a blue cycle path) made life substantially easier. I stopped at the embankment to take in the scenery – fishermen, large vessels anchored, people taking a stroll.

And then i was done. I made it to sulthanahmet and had my memory picture taken at the blue mosque. I was pretty tired and happy to have arrived. Now time to hang out two days in this fabulous city. My sultans trail was over.

So off to the hostel and dinner with a bunch of other travellers from all over the world.

Istanbul: Conversations

I had no intention to do much sightseeing having been here before. My legs also begged for a rest. But i wanted to catch up with two people i hadn’t seen in a long while.

First up was Lale, who i worked with back at kbw on the eastern European coverage. She had since worked for a london wealth management boutique, done her MBA in paris, worked for credit suisse in wealth management and now runs the office for a turkish AI start-up. We both had our stories to tell about our lives and people we both know. It was fun.

Second was Hasan. He used to be our local brokerage contact here in Istanbul, but more importantly he is a great guy. I remember well when i came here with aldo to launch turkish banks research, the time in istanbul meeting rooms, clubs and rooftops as well as our trip to ankara… Most notably the road trip back by car. Good times. We headed for a restaurant in taksim and talked for a few hours. Good to see you man. All the best.

Hair transplant central

The first weird thing i saw was several guys with head bandages near the blue mosque. And i many more i counted after in the streets of Istanbul. Turns out that the city has become a prime destination for hair transplants with costs around GBP1500 vs. GBP12000 in the UK. I guess the weak lira will keep customers coming.

So now off to the airport. Got my bike box sorted albeit i was called back by the good man having paid him with a fake TL50 note apparently… Justice came quickly, as the guy at the airport burger king (yep, sorry) charged me me TL51 but gave it back to me 🤔. So we are square turkey! Time to drop off the bike af home quickly and get ready for the next trip.

Sultan’s trail (part 5): Istanbul & A trip on memory lane Distance: 252km| Total: 2,004km After 20 days in the saddle my 2000km journey from the Stephan's dome in Vienna, via Bratislava, Budapest, Belgrade, Sofia and even a bit of Greece all the way to Istanbul is over and many fantastic memories are made.

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gotincest-blog · 8 years ago

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im gonna answer those questions because im bored (:

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

fairly good I would say.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my mom

03: Do you regret anything?

yes, i regret some things I did in my childhood that hurt others

04: Are you insecure?

Yes I am but pretending to be confident really helps

05: What is your relationship status?

single

06: How do you want to die?

im honestly so scared of dying so I don’t like to think about it

07: What did you last eat?

taco bell

08: Played any sports?

yes. soccer, basketball, softball in elementary school (:

09: Do you bite your nails?

no I pick at them and also pick at my skin and hair more than anything

10: When was your last physical fight?

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into a physical altercation

11: Do you like someone?

i dont think so right now

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

yes and longer

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

no I don’t. I don’t think I’m capable of harboring that feeling

14: Do you miss someone?

yes I miss my bff

15: Have any pets?

Yes! 2 dogs. one is 10 years old the other is 8 months old

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

tired. conflicted, out of control

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

yes and in the shower

18: Are you scared of spiders?

horrified of spiders (:

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

No. things happened because they were meant to and I wouldn’t change my experiences because they give me insight and have helped me grow..but if i could choose moments to re live that would be cool

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

uhh friends house

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

i dont have plans as of right now but i’ll probably hang out with my friends and my family maybe

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

ive wanted to have kids before but with the state of the world where it currently is, not so much anymore. im obsessed with being pregnant though

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

yes, 7. nostril, septum, two holes in each ear lobe and a cartilage piercing

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

english was my best subject in school but i dropped out so yknow...i feel like id also be good with psychology or animal science but the world may never know

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

probably but i dont obsess over it like i used to

26: What are you craving right now?

sleep....cuddles...kisses

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

yes

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

yes and ive also cheated ):

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

yes.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

my body and how messy my room is..also the fact im not taking my meds

31: Does somebody love you?

yes! i am very loved

32: What is your favourite color?

greeeeen, but i like wearing black a lot

33: Do you have trust issues?

uhh. no i usually trust people pretty easily even though ive been fucked over so much, but i dont see the point in not giving people chances and forming relationships with trust

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

my last dream involved me having really nice long black hair and also getting a job and going back to high school :O

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

angel

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

idk....probably

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

neither! honestly for me though i think that forgetting doesn’t help. it’s important to remember your experiences so that you can learn and grow and then have the potential to forgive. i think being able to forgive can be really healthy

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

i dont think i ....have ever had a best year of my life. this year isn’t awful though, im spending time with friends, my family is healthy, ive had employment and sex so thats +++

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

i started having sex with people when i was 5 so like, theres no real reference point for that, but my first important relationship that involved kissing and sex happened when i was 12...w someone a lot older ):

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

YES! I WAS PSYCHOTIC DiSSOCIATING IT WAS Fun

51: Favourite food?

mac n cheese hands down, i do like mexican food though

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

yes. i really do.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

i watched surgery videos...huh

54: Is cheating ever okay?

this could be taken a few different ways. cheating on a test? sure thats fine. stealing is cheating imo and i dont like stealing/shoplifting even though i’ve stolen before. i dont think its okay, but honestly if youre in poverty and you need food or diapers or clothes for your children/you/your dog or something then i understand. cheating on someone in a relationship? i understand why it happens but no i dont think its okay. if you are interested in other people or you even think you cant trust yourself in that area, address it with your partner first or take a break or break up if youre unhappy enough to do that. but i definitely do understand why it happens, especially considering ive done it before and have had it done to me.

55: Are you mean?

i would say i can be..in the sense that im too honest sometimes and things i say are sometimes difficult to hear but i try to be considerate and fair and i would say over all im pleasant to be around..more so when im medicated though

56: How many people have you fist fought?

i dont think any tbh

57: Do you believe in true love?

i dont know what this means but i do believe that love exists..its just not as selfless as people claim. every body is selfish in pretty much every aspect of life, but selfishness and love for someone arent mutually exclusive.

58: Favourite weather?

probably like 65 degrees, sunny, light breeze, clear sky, late morning/mid afternoon OR 70 degrees nights where its super dark but the air is still and you can be outside in shorts and a t shirt and not be cold and maybe rain..i like rain

59: Do you like the snow?

when it isn’t snowing in may lol. i used to live in constant snow and play in it a lot as a kid so those are some good memories...it can be annoying now but i think its very pretty.

60: Do you wanna get married?

the idea kind of scares me but if i trust and love someone enough to commit like that, yes 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

that word is honestly ruined for me lmao

62: What makes you happy?

animals, people being kind to one another, having money, SPENDING MONEY, food, inside jokes, hugs, kissing, clean socks, showering, relationships working out for other people (IT GIVES ME HOPE AND PEACE OF MIND), gifts, music, swimming, having a clean room, petting my dogs, when i look cute in an outfit, when my hair dries nice, cuddling, getting key tags for na, roadtrips, camping, things that are green, joking around with my family

63: Would you change your name?

no. i like my name. but i have friends who still call me kyle and i really prefer that at least with them..its just more comfortable

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

no...itd be fine

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

uh...i dont like ruining friendships with relationships...this has never happened to me so i honestly dont know

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

yes! (:

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

my brother

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

sam & angel

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

yes.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

my mom

#long post #long #me

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differentdove · 8 years ago

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all the questionsss :D

Top of tha mornin to ya, anon! I guess you DO wanna know something! Is it you that wants to know everything? If not, thats a pretty popular view, hahaha! But i like your hutzpah, kid! 1: Full name : Madison Grace

2: Age : I am nineteen

3: 3 Fears : I mean, I dont really have but one fear, but I suppose silence, darkness, and opening up to people, but those are just due to inner issues and are things easily fixed that i deal with on a daily basis.

4: 3 things I love : I love Paul and dinosaours and my family!

5: 3 turns on : Passion, no fear of social standards, hilarity!

6: 3 turns off : Common camo, no consideration of others, my ex bf!

7: My best friend: all of my friends now??

8: Sexual orientation: ?????????

9: My best first date: That is by far this last one i went on! It was incredible, i will never forget it!

10: How tall am I: Smol standing at 5′6′’

11: What do I miss: I miss traveling. I cant do it so much anymore as of this exact moment, but i do what i can

12: What time were I born: I was born exactly on the dot at 8:45 in the morning!

13: Favourite color: ALL THE COLOURS!

14: Do I have a crush: Nope!

15: Favourite quote: I dont really have one, but ill just put the last one that i shared. I came across it by accident and it is actually a lyric, but it says: “We make each other better, we may not be perfect, but we are perfect together” and its such a sweet, aweome song and it made me too emotional than i am confortable with.

16: Favourite place: I do not have one, actually!

17: Favourite food: How could you ever pick just one? There is so many delectable things out there!

18: Do I use sarcasm: Wha-whaaaattt! Pshhhh, haha, do i, do I use sarcasm?!?!? Hahahaha, noooooooooooooooo.

19: What am I listening to right now: I just have The Office playing in the background, ive gotta shower here soon, but I am tryna crunch out these questions first!

20: First thing I notice in new person: Existence?

21: Shoe size: That is a tricky question, but the shoes i am wearing today are a 9.5H

22: Eye color: As of rn, they are lightish brown!

23: Hair color: Browwwnn

24: Favourite style of clothing: I mean, i dont have an answer for this, but eccentric?

25: Ever done a prank call?: I mean, do middle school girls do dumb things at sleep overs?…yes.

27: Meaning behind my URL: I have used this url for soooooo many years now, it is basically my signature username. I came up with this in,,,a round fourth grade time, and that was when i was really noticing my connection to mother nature and i was the weird kid and so ‘different’ stood out to me, (”different” being a good connotation and “strange” being the opposing) and ‘dove’ was a nice word, showing a bit of religion and peace and so i feel they fit together very nicely! It also turned out for Morning Dove to be my first larger role, and my ancients gave me this bag of random jewlery from all over and it had a beautiful handmade dove in it with beads.

28: Favourite movie: N/a

29: Favourite song N/a

30: Favourite band Really, how does one pick these things?

31: How I feel right now: I,,,I feel, not necessarily happy, but, almost. Content?

32: Someone I love: Rachel

33: My current relationship status: Single and ready to fla-stay that way.

34: My relationship with my parents: Nonexistent?

35: Favourite holiday: I dont have one! I really kind of like all of them! Well, except for valentines day. Thats so stupid, im not even gonna get that soap box.

36: Tattoos and piercing i have: Sadly, i just have my lobes pierced, but i want soooo many more piercings that are underway. I want too many tattoos, and i cant really get them, so im just gonna deal without.

37: Tattoos and piercing i want: Well, the next is my conch ear pierced. I have an ear map of ones that i want.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: I mean, this is not my original tumblr, but it was actually my friend Tahlia who suggested it. I was making really cool art out of fruit at lunch and she wanted me to post it, and so she told me about it and i cant remember what that blog was, but i will remember eventually. But i joined off of her recommendation and here i am!

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: No, i mean,,, he hurt me beyond belief and its really something ive been trying to get the heck ut of my life, but no, i dont hate him. I know he despises me, but i feel what i feel and as much wrong as he did me, i do not hate him.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: I meaannn, technically yes, but ive not gotten a “good morning” text in a good while. I tend to talk to people very late, and so we will say good bye n good night, but not really, no.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: I have not.

42: When did I last hold hands?: Goodness, that is a time ago, huh. Thats not something ive thought about in a good while. I held a mannequin hand earlier, but a human, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: It depends, anywhere from and hour to five hours.

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: HAHAHAHAHAHA

45: Where am I right now?: I am sitting on my couch in the living room. My home.

*the part where i shorten answers, sweet and simple. AKA i didnt realize how long this was and i want to get them all, but im on a time crunch*

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: Then it would be whichever friend is there. We have good care for one another. Or the DD

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: Suuuuuuuuuuper loud, man.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: Ugh. Unfortunately.

49: Am I excited for anything?: I am excited, yes. I get to give a gift tomorrow and get ready for KCACTF.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: Theres not really anyone, of any gender, that i have told everything to.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: too much.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? I hugged this guy today…

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? I mean she IS married, soooo

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: Huh? No?

55: What is something I disliked about today? I should have gotten something different at the restaurant, i didnt know it would be huge.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: The frozen head of walt disney

57: What do I think about most? Theatre? God? Honestly, my thoughts are nothing to mess with

58: What’s my strangest talent?: I can,,,uhhh, I am great at champagne towers?

59: Do I have any strange phobias?: Nope. But my friend is afraid of two things. Whales and jello.

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Boooooth

61: What was the last lie I told?: Im hanging out with Shelby and Ariel.

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: Both is pretty cool. Talking is easier for my situation (more available, etc.)

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yep. YEP.

64: Do I believe in magic? Of course!

65: Do I believe in luck? Yes, but sometimes you have to make your own luck.

66: What’s the weather like right now? It is actually starting to snow! :D

67: What was the last book I’ve read? A Meisner book by friend lent me.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Overall-yes. but i hate pumping gas, and thats really the only time i smell it.

69: Do I have any nicknames? Not particularly, no.

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Probably my heart, itm.

71: Do I spend money or save it?: I am trying to balance.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Yes, i can, actually.

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?: My ipad has pink in the case!

74: Favourite animal?: None. All of them.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: Dude. Freaking out over Gravity Falls!

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: Uhhhhhhh, what? (McBadguy)

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: I mean, all of the musics. Ooh lala? By ginger minj.

78: How can you win my heart?: I dont know you, it depends on you. But i feel my sparkling personality is a shooin.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: “Theyre not dead. Theyre never gonna die, but still chipped in for a cool tombstone, TAKE THAT DEBORA.”

80: What is my favorite word?: I dont have one, but there is this thing where people say a word and it just sounds perfect with their voice. My freshman english teacher had one. And its just strange and itll stop me in my tracks.

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Theres so many great ones! I highly reccomend lots of my mutuals, theyre all perfect hoomuns.

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: Made you look.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: Not that i know of.

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: The power to have every power.

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: Really anything on my personal life.

86: What is my current desktop picture?: I dont have a desktop.

87: Had sex?: Regerts. So many ragreeerrrts

88: Bought condoms? Nope.

89: Gotten pregnant? Nope.

90: Failed a class? Yes. And it is not hindering me.

91: Kissed a boy?: yes i have

92: Kissed a girl? Yep

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? No.

94: Had job? I have, i need another, though.

95: Left the house without my wallet? Only all the time.

96: Bullied someone on the internet? Of course not. Thats never okay.

97: Had sex in public? I mean, technically, but no, not really. If ever.

98: Played on a sports team? Yeah, several actually.

99: Smoked weed? The devils lettuce. That gateway drug? THe wacKY TOBACKEE?!?! Yes.

100: Did drugs? Yep.

101: Smoked cigarettes? No, goodness no. And thats not gonna happen. ick

102: Drank alcohol? Yep.

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Never had this question before, i am vegan, yes!

104: Been overweight? Never not

105: Been underweight? HAha, yeahright

106: Been to a wedding? Yes! I love weddings! My last one ive been to was my dear friend Kelley.

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: Minimum.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Childs play.

109: Been outside my home country? Yes and i cannot wait to go back

110: Gotten my heart broken? Hahahahaha only a lot.

111: Been to a professional sports game?: A few actually! I love it

112: Broken a bone? No, knock on wood

113: Cut myself? Yes. Dont do it.

114: Been to prom? Twice. Prom ruler yoyo

115: Been in airplane? Yes! Its great, good memories.

116: Fly by helicopter? Gosh i wish. I had an opportunity to at school, but i didnt learn until after the fact, They didnt think id want to. WOULDNT WANT TO. PSSSHHH. HA.

117: What concerts have I been to? So many. THe last big one was P!ATD and FOB in Georgia

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Maybe?

119: Learned another language? I am working on it, yeah.

120: Wore make up? I am actually wearing it at this very moment.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: Ugh. Regeerrrtttsssssss

122: Had oral sex? Nope.

123: Dyed my hair? Nah

124: Voted in a presidential election? Sadly i have not. not yet.

125: Rode in an ambulance? No, actually. And i hope i never will. Unless its just a fun parade-type thing. Or a car chase.

126: Had a surgery? Besides oral surgery, no.

127: Met someone famous? A few, yeah. Shout out Fanboy

128: Stalked someone on a social network? Mildly, yeah.

129: Peed outside? So. Hard.

130: Been fishing? Nah

131: Helped with charity? Yeah, i love volunteering!

132: Been rejected by a crush?: Yuuuppppppp.

133: Broken a mirror? ……maybe a little

134: What do I want for birthday? Is surprise party a bad answer? Ive always wanted oneee

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? Ahhhhhh, who knows. Not present Madison. Thats future Madisons problem.

136: Was I named after anyone?: No, but who knows.

137: Do I like my handwriting? Yes. Its changed so much and is all over the place, but its great.

138: What was my favourite toy as a child?: Iiiiiii, i dont know.

139: Favourite Tv Show? N/a.

140: Where do I want to live when older? Nowhere. I want to keep traveling and live in cast/crew housing and yes.

141: Play any musical instrument? Clarinet, beginners piano, beginners cello, beginners bagpipes.

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? Ive not one on my right leg, four o’clock from my knee that i got from my kittens the last time i saw them…

143: Favourite pizza toping? Vegan thingssssss (a rare commodity where i live)

144: Am I afraid of the dark? Not teccchnically, but i cant be in it.

145: Am I afraid of heights? Nooooo, theyre wonderful!

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Nope. Its only illegal if you get caught.

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? School is being a dumb dummyhead.

148: What I’m really bad at. Everything, really?

149: What my greatest achievments are. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…?

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me. Honestly, i have those stored atm and really couldnt tell you.

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery. MADE SURE I CASKED THE TICKET ASAP. THOSE THIGNS HAVE A QUICK EXPIRATION DATE.

152: What do I like about myself. Uhhhh,,,,,,, my minds not there atm. Come again.

153: My closest Tumblr friend. Teccchnicaly its @shelby ashley 3, but idk if thats cheating.

154: Something I fantasise about. Fantasise? Idk if you know me, but thats a vvv tricky subject.

155: Any question you’d like? Well, you didnt specify for this, so i suppose were finished! You might have noticed by now, but i am not able to answer every question in the ‘traditional’ way, but i hope you had fun reading these and you learned something new! I enjoyed answering them! I hope you have a wonderful day!

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