#also we learned how to make bone meal in girl scouts

[bambinification]

I dreamed about disposing of body parts last night. Probably because I was up late playing Andy and LeyLey and I kept trying to dispose of the bodies in a more normal way. (Bake the bones in the oven till they're brittle then put them in the blender to make bone meal and then either flush em or bury them in the garden.)

I still don't know what you're supposed to do with the bones in game, so that's probably why I was having a dream about it.

[elgringo300]

A Christmas Story(Part 1)

In my youth I was a popular man. Thanks to my prowess in hunting, none questioned my leadership. A single hunting trip could often take weeks, as we stalked a herd of mammoth in pursuit of its warm fur, and the months of food it could provide. Together with my partner, the great wolf Hercules, no prey was safe from us, nor could any child resist my excellent mammoth stew. Apart from hunting, one of my great joys was the care of the children, whom I would bounce on my knee and tell the tallest tales I could imagine, and gift them the bones of creatures I found interesting. 

I still remember the year of my journey. My village was eagerly awaiting the end of winter, when the cold mists would fade and give way to a warmer sun, and the mammoth migration provided the food necessary for next years harsh cold. But this year, there were no spring months. No warm wind blowing from the south, driving the critters out of their burrows and into our waiting arms. The mists continued to roll across the land. No mammoth migration offered itself for the hunt. 

This last cause, the lack of our faithful prey, was what drove the council’s decision. And so, a month after the sun had failed to shine, the village finished preparations and began a long journey south, to an unknown location. A leap of faith to better lands. 

It was a harsh journey. No one would ever choose to travel during winter, had they a choice. We were beginning to feel hunger pangs, the results living off of what our wolfs could dig from a shallow burrow in the snow. Lemmings were the main course of every meal.

A week into the journey, the quartermaster announced that there was a basket of food missing. The council posted guards and thought nothing of it. But when food continued to vanish consistently, day after day, frustration grew within the camp. It was a hard enough journey without a thief sabotaging our efforts! The guards were punished without supper, and new ones posted, but the food continued to vanish. 

I decided to take matters into my own hands. As a hunter, I had mastered the art of sleeping alertly, getting rest while my senses remained fine tuned to every change in the environment. It was a habit I had learned from long hours studying the reindeer, and how it evades even the swiftest hunter’s spear.

And so I was resting when I saw the elf. I did not know he was anything more than human when I first caught sight of him. About three feet tall, treading lightly on the snow, the little boy slowly approached our cart. I took a moment to observe him before attacking, a strategy I had also learned from the hunting. The elf was wearing an unusual pointed hat which covered its ears, and single garment for his torso and legs. Around his neck was a black collar. A very strange attire indeed. 

The second he was close enough, I lashed out for him with my hand, aiming for the neck. Only rabbits were quick enough to evade this attack, yet the boy dodged it with ease, leaving only his hat in my grasp. My last glimpse was of him racing towards the snow-covered woods to the north, pointy ears waving in the air.

The next day I reported the incident to the council, suggesting a scout be sent to follow the thief. They were as disgusted as I was that bandits would mistreat a boy so much as to mutilate his ears, and unanimously permitted me to give pursuit. 

Hercules, after giving the hat a thorough sniff, led me north for half a day, through deep snow and tall forests. I was very astonished when we found the pointy eared boy still running. How could he maintain a pace at such a young age? Notching an arrow, I aimed and yelled for the elf to halt. He did. 

I queried him about his ears, attire, and collar, but he seemed incapable of giving me an answer, only flapping his mouth silently and waving his arms in gestures. Finally, I assumed he was mute and asked him to lead me to the men who had given him the collar. His face lit up, and gesturing enthusiastically he ran forward, leaving Hercules and I to catch up. 

Towards the evening when the sun grew low in the sky, we came to the edge of a steep slope, at the bottom of which lay the prison camp. There were tents in it. No caretakers, no fires. The only thing that lay at the bottom of the incline were golden cages. At least 15 separate cages, all large enough for 10 men each, and stuffed to the brim with… it was now that I realized that my little guide must be an elf. And so were the many prisoners down there in the snow. 

Throwing caution to the wind, I rushed down into the valley and up to one of the cages. My guide remained in the trees at the top of the slope. The prisoners silently crowded towards me as I began to examine the bars for a way out, but the cages had no door. I had no idea as to how the elves had been imprisoned in the first place, but if they existed, then so did magic, and anything was possible. The whole time, the prisoners didn’t make a sound. 

Before I had departed on the mission, I had been working on a bone carving for the children. This I gave to the imprisoned elf closest to me, to comfort herself with the trinket. The little girl desperately snatched it from my hand. Blue sparks flew, and the little elf materialized next to me, outside of the cage. 

Suddenly, the sky seemed to darken. Mist formed in the air, chilling me to the core. The winter in my homeland can freeze you to the bone, but this cold seemed to penetrate my very soul. The rest of the prisoners cowered towards the center of their cages, and beside me, the rescued elf clung to my leg while Hercules began to growl. 

And finally, the villain makes his entrance. He appeared in the center of the clearing, darkness there coalescing until the vague shadow of a person could be seen. A chilling laugh filled the world, seeming to resound deep in my head. 

“You?” the voice hissed, coming from seemingly nowhere. The dark figure rushed forwards, stopping inches in front of my face. I stumbled backwards and fumbled for my bow, but my fingers were clumsy with the cold and it fell to the ground. The being laughed hysterically. 

“Is this the being that will challenge my reign? You’ve only just used magic, how can you hope to challenge a being as powerful as I? And here I thought I would need effort to survive till the First Coming.” 

It goes without saying that I was terrified. However, around my leg I could feel the poor little elf grasping me in horror, and I had to be strong to protect her. So I didn’t move. My mouth didn’t seem to work, so I didn’t move that either. I could only stand there, and pray for a miracle. 

There was a mighty snarl, and Hercules hurled himself at the thing. It’s laughter seemed to only increase. The being gestured, and tendrils flew out of the things body and attacked the wolf, seeming to sink into his skin on a level deeper than merely physical. “No!” I yelled, rushing forward as Hercules fell to the ground. I am ashamed to admit that I forgot about the elf. Hercules groaned and whined as he writhed. Grabbing his head in my hands, I gasped as the Darkness entered me.

Such a horrible feeling. I can only assume it was a glimpse into the demons very consciousness. Such horrible suffering, and such malice it contained. Sadness, resentment, greed, lust and pride were enlaced throughout the being, and above all, the most evil wish to spread the suffering with all that it encountered. 

However, the Demon did not count on one simple fact. This was my dog. 

As I felt the darkness creeping from Hercules into me, I took a deep breath and reminded myself why I loved the wolf. I remembered the day Hercules was found, when he had stumbled into the camp as a blind and helpless pup. The many weeks I spent training him, neglecting my duties as a son, to prove to the tribe that another wolf would be worth the extra food. The day Hercules had caught his first kill, the pride I had felt, the Love. 

I took control of that incredible Love, and sent it into my wolf. 

The Demon’s malicious chuckling stopped abruptly, as suddenly part of Hercules’s body began to glow with a mysterious white light, pushing out the darkness. More tendrils lashed onto the wolf, and the Darkness resumed progress, pushing out my light. My soul grew weak, even though I called on all my strength. Sometimes even our best isn’t enough.

Then there was a hand on my shoulder, and a sudden gasp. I glanced to the side to see the elf I had rescued, her eyes closed intently, and the carved bone in her hand glowing with the same light as my wolf. Behind her, my guide held her hand, which was also gleamed. I felt more love pour out from the little elves into me, fueling my inner fire. The Darkness began receding again. The Demon appeared to be breathing heavily. 

With a mighty yell, I forced my last reserves of strength into the battle. There was a blinding flash of light, and then consciousness fled.

[dixiesbizarreadventure]

Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon!!!

“Elegance is when the inside is just as beautiful as the outside”

-Coco Chanel 

Naoko Takeuchi’s Sailor Moon is one of my favorite manga/anime that I’ve had the pleasure to experience, and although the original series diverges from the manga as well as the Crystal adaptation in that it gets very “Monster of the Week”, one can still see why it’s had so much influence over the years, especially with young women. 

In the first episode, we meet Usagi Tsukino, a 14 year old girl that’s late for school and gets bad grades. Part of the reason why Usagi has become such an iconic character over the years is how relatable she is. She has flaws like a real person, but they’re balanced with her real personality. To draw from personal experience, she is crybaby representation, and us crybabies simply do not get enough representation. Nonetheless, Usagi shows kindness to Luna, portraying her kindness to animals, as well as the unspoken cooperation found between women (even if one of those women is a cat). This episode serves to establish Usagi’s character, making her development in the later seasons so much more meaningful. 

Before any of that can happen, however, we watch Punishment Awaits! where the young men of Usagi’s school are enchanted, to act upon all of their impulses. Although it goes without saying that women have similar dangerous impulses to men, this episode has a strong message to say on how men and women interact in society. The men turn on each other, Umino and the gang calling out a male teacher on being “incompetent”. When their impulses are released, they lack respect for social rank, and Sailor Moon, an icon of femininity, has to reign them back in. It shows that when their thoughts are uninhibited by social norms and moral regulations, men do what they want without a thought of others. 

Now before the men reading rightfully grab their pitchforks, there is a similar message put forth in Learn how to be Skinny from Usagi! where a gym craze takes the town by storm. The women, all concerned with their weights, form an echo chamber that gets increasingly radical, and they begin to lose their filters of politeness and empathy for others. We see the schoolgirls, our heroine included, not masking their negative outlook towards the chubbier girl in the conversation, which is terribly judgmental. Furthermore, when uninhibited, the girls become less rational, Usagi skipping meals until she’s weak. She holds this obsession until her crush tells her that it’s okay to have some meat on her bones. Thus, like a woman having to reign in the fellows in episode 2, a man has to reign in this woman here. 

Sailor Moon has a very positive outlook on romantic love, which is shown in many instances as something to be wanted and respected. Usagi’s parents love and respect each other, and seeking love is seen as motivation for self improvement. Thus, the parallel between these two episodes serves a similar message, that of improved harmony and relations between the sexes. 

The positive interpretation of a piece made by a woman, for women is missed out on in Newsom’s Girl Power. In her piece, Newsom describes Sailor Moon as an example of “girl power”, meaning women believe they have independence when they still conform to “patriarchal” values and expectations. 

The piece seemed extremely America-centric, talking about the problems of American adolescent girls juxtaposed to Sailor Moon, rather than the original audience of Japanese girls. Japan has had a different journey with women’s rights, being a significantly older nation state, but also giving women suffrage a generation later than the United States, so the differences of societies should have been factored in. I truly winced when the author said the protagonist’s name was “Serena Moon”, because this tells that she did her research based off of the original American translation, which is less than ideal. 

Furthermore, I could not ignore her statement, “The Sailor Scout characters are sexualized and presented as sexual”. First of all, the girls are 14. Although anime and manga don’t necessarily stray away from sexualization of young girls as they should, I feel this is disrespectful to Takeuchi’s message throughout her work. It disregards the complex characters of each of the Sailor Scouts and their assorted company, the kind that we see in Episode 8. The same characters that Newsom characterizes as “objects that act like subjects” overcome societal expectations to great reward, Usagi befriending Ami despite her friends judging the prodigy out of jealousy. 

[p-artsypants]

Arcadia or Bust (Part 1)

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I just finished Trollhunters the other day and it was sooo good! This, this fanfic. I’m working on my other stories, as well as writing my new HTTYD fic. But I had some post finale ideas I wanted to experiment with, so I wrote this little, informal fic. Hope you all like!

Thanks @avannak! 

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Jim, Claire, Arrrgh, Blinky, and Merlin stood in a circle, staring at the stone in front of them.

“So…” began Jim, “This is…it?”

Merlin frowned, “I was really expecting it to be much much bigger, but…this is the presence I’m feeling.”

The pulsing heartstone was about the size of Arrrgh, which was still big, but not quite as big as the old one they left behind in Arcadia. Not to mention, the cavern that the stone was recovered in wasn’t very spacious. In fact, half the party was still out in the sewers. They had to break through a wall to get into the cavern.

“What do we do now?” Asked Claire.

Blinky looked at the wizard. “Is there nothing else you sense?”

Merlin shook his head. “For once, I am at a loss.”

Jim knelt at the base of the crystal and started digging with his claws. “Maybe this is just the tip of it.”

It wasn’t.

In a matter of minutes, Jim and Arrrgh had completely unearthed the glowing crystal. “Well,” began Jim, “we have a portable Heartstone.”

“No, no,” objected Blinky. “This just won’t do! This is not nearly big enough to fit our needs!”

“If you don’t mind,” Claire spoke up. “What does the Heartstone do?”

“What does the Heartstone do!?” Blinky nearly shouted. “Why, it’s the very heart of Troll society! Trolls can survive without it, but we can only thrive with it! The stone has healing properties, which is why, Master Jim, your wound has not healed very much in the last month.”

Jim touched his side gingerly. “I assumed that was because I haven’t been resting.”

“That certainly didn’t help, but Trolls heal differently than humans. Though…I’m not sure how a half-troll heals either.” He studied the crystal before speaking again. “The Heartstone is a beacon for all of Troll-kind. They come from the swamps, lava, and deep caves, just to visit and bask in it’s presence. And we need a Heartstone that can support all of us. And this…boulder could barely support the…1/3 of the tribe that’s here.” He crossed a pair of arms and put the others on his hips.

“Wait,” said Jim, suddenly. “Can we…I don’t know, take this one back to Arcadia?”

“Why?” Asked Arrrgh.

“Well, in science class last year, we learned how to grow our own crystals using a saturated solution. Maybe we can use this as a seed, and grow a bigger one.”

Claire frowned. “I don’t think this one will work like that.”

“Maybe not,” added Merlin, “but you make a good point. If we take this little stone back and put it among the old Heartstone, it might just spread and replenish it’s power.”

“You think that’ll work?” Asked Blinky.

“Not really,” Merlin shrugged. “But it’s better than the alternative. Besides, that cavern has more space in the first place.”

“It can’t hurt to try!” Shouted Jim. Then he stooped to take hold of the bottom of the Crystal. Arrrgh had the other side, and lifted it as well.

Then, two more trolls got in and helped. The stone rose, with great effort, but it was going to be too heavy to carry it the 2,000 miles back.

“Hmm, I suppose a journey to the surface might be worthwhile. At least to find supplies to fashion a cart strong enough to carry this.”

Jim nudged his girlfriend. “How about it, Claire? You and me?”

“Hmm?” Claire blinked up at him, furrowing her brows. “What did you say?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just kind of tired.”

Jim smacked his hand to his head. “Oh no! I totally forgot! We’ve been walking for hours! When was the last time you slept?”

She smiled weakly. “Um…A while ago.”

Jim frowned and easily picked her up. “Let’s get some rest, and we can go up later, alright?”

“Hmm…” She hummed, snuggling up to his chest.  

“Ah, of course. Claire still requires 8 hours of sleep. I suppose this can wait.” Blinky shrugged.

Jim adjusted the sleeping girl in one arm so he could free his phone from his armor. A few taps and a call was sent.

“Hey mom,” he said.

“Jim! Hi honey! Oh, it’s good to hear you. But you’re kinda crackly, are you underground?”

“Yeah, so mom…we made it to New Jersey, and we’re all safe...but the Heartstone isn’t really...impressive. So, we’re bringing what we found home.”

“What?”

“It’s…it’s a little…it’s like the size of Arrrgh.”

“That’s not that bad! If you found a diamond that big, you’d be the richest man-er, troll in the world!”

“Well, it’s pretty small in troll standards.”

“Well, I’m not going to complain! And I know Toby and the Nunez’s aren’t either!”

Jim smiled half-heartedly. “It’ll be nice to be close to home. But…things still aren’t going to be sunshine and rainbows. No sunshine, in fact.”

He heard Barbara smile back. “Well, we can make changes. We have before.”

“I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, Jim.”

“Talk to you later.”

Blinky listened on with a tender smile. “Your mother might be one of most loving beings on this earth, including Trolls.”

“She’s pretty good.” Jim shrugged. Then he looked down to Claire, watching her wince and roll her shoulder. Trolls rarely slept, and only as a way to pass the time. Even then, they slept on hard slabs of rock. It was visibly wearing on her.

“Aw, Claire…she hasn’t had a proper nights sleep in a bed since…well, like a month ago.”

“If there was a way, I’d have her sleep in a hotel. Just for tonight at least.” Blinky frowned, also noticing that Claire wasn’t performing at 100%.

A scout had returned from his venture to peek at the surface. “I can’t tell where we are. It’s still daylight out. Nothing much we can do.”

“Alright,” Blinky clapped. “Then it looks like we’re making camp where we can. Don’t stray too far!”

Jim wandered the small cavern, Claire still cradled in his arm, until he found a small alcove. Big enough to fit both of them.

He sat down, and adjusted Claire so she could sleep at least somewhat comfortably.

“If only I could take off this stupid armor.”

That’s when he had an idea and gently laid her down on the rock.

“Jim…?” She muttered.

“I’m coming back. Just rest as much as you can.”

Claire yawned sleepily and settled back down on the floor.

Jim found Merlin propped up against the cavern wall, eyes closed, hands folded in his lap. “Merlin?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to bother a wizard while he’s sleeping?”

“O-oh…sorry…”

“Well, come on, out with it!” He spoke without opening his eyes.

“Um, it’s just…how do I take the armor off?”

“Turn it off.”

Jim frowned, “The amulet won’t turn off.”

“Hmm…” Merlin frowned and nimbly hopped to his feet. “Well, you did emerge yourself in the water wearing it, which was ill-advised.”

“You didn’t say that!”

“I never told you to wear it.”  

Jim narrowed his eyes. Talking to this man was like talking to a brick wall.

Merlin peered at his face, and then at the amulet, then back again. “The Amulet is fused with your skin now. There’s no taking it off.”

Jim groaned. “Are you serious? Because I’m 80% sure I still have a bladder, and other such body parts.”

“I never said you can’t take off the armor.”

“But—“

“The amulet, that stays. It’s like…what was the story I saw on your talking crystal?”

“Uh, the movie on TV?”

“Yes, television. It was…Ironman. I believe.”

Jim nodded. “Oh. Gotcha. Umm…then how…”

“How you’ve always done it. Just relax and let yourself be free from danger.”

Jim closed his eyes and shook out his arms. “Just relax…relax…”

“Gunmar, Angkor Rot, and Morgana are all gone. There’s no threat anymore.”

That they knew of.

“Think about something that makes you feel calm. Your favorite song, or perhaps a favorite meal.”

Food used to be his passion, but now…now it just made him sad.

“Or maybe…” Merlin began, seeing Jim deflate. “The fair Claire?”

Claire did help. But she was so small now, it wasn’t hard to imagine accidentally crushing her. The very thought made him tense.

It was almost as if Merlin had read his mind. “You’ll hurt her if you stay tense like that. You can’t hurt her if your bones are jelly.”

Jim inhaled deeply, then let it go in a exhale, unclenching his fists and letting his head lull forward.

He heard metal clanking, and then a draft.

“There you go,” said Merlin. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He cracked his neck and settled against the wall.

When Jim finally opened his eyes, he found his armor gone, the amulet on his chest glowing a soft blue. The remains of his clothes were in tatters. His pants had torn at this calves and thighs, now that they were meatier. Likewise, his favorite sweater was ruined, as the sleeves barely held on. He could feel a draft on his back and knew there was a rip back there as well.

He could forget his favorite converse as well, since his toes stick out the sides.

He sat down and undid the laces, freeing his cramped feet. Then he got a whiff of his shoes. A pungent smell; sweaty, moldy, gross, and...

He chomped into the sole without another thought.

He sighed as he swallowed. He was eating a shoe, his own gross, unwashed shoe. And he enjoyed it.

Once the shoes were gone, he wiggled his toes. He felt the ground beneath his feet, feeling each sharp pebble. But there was no pain.

His feet matched his hands. One wider with only four toes and black nails. The other the normal five, and clear nails.

Patting himself down, he would say conclusively, he felt much more comfortable. And the skin that had been hiding was softer as well. In general, his body had not been rock-hard like other Trolls, but it was not as soft as a human’s. Almost like clay. Yes, clay would be proper analogy, Jim realized. A mineral, like other trolls, but malleable, and ever changing.

“Ah…” Jim sighed. “Much better.”

Then his stomach gurgled, loudly.

“Oh man…I have to pee so bad.”  

After his deed was done, and all accoutrements were accounted for, Jim found a watering hole in the caves to wash up in.

“Master Jim!” Blinky nearly shouted, startling him.

“What? What’s wrong?!” Jim asked, ready to attack.

“Your armor...it’s gone!” The troll shook his head. “I suppose if you used to take it off, you could now. It’s just...startling. Aren’t those clothes...a bit small for you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t have anything else to wear.”

“Then just take them off. No one cares. Arrrgh doesn’t wear anything.”

Jim blanched at the idea. “Well...I still have human parts in tact. Like...human gronk-nuks.”

Blinky widened his eyes, followed by a soft ‘ah’ sound.

“I’m fine like this for now, but Claire could probably find something bigger on the surface.” Jim pulled on the navy fabric that was stretched to the limit. “And I really liked this sweater, too.”

Jim made his way back to the alcove he had left Claire in. He had found the sleeping bag Claire packed and brought it over for her.

Without the armor, his body felt heavier, and he felt his eyes drooping shut.

In the daytime, when Claire slept, he often laid beside her and let himself doze. But he hadn’t really considered that he also had to sleep. But right now, sleep sounded amazing.

Jim unzipped the bag, to make a large blanket, and then crawled to lay down on the floor.

“Jim...?” Claire blinked her eyes open and stretched, her neck cracking.

“Hey, come here.”

“Hmm?”

Jim scooped her up and rolled over on his back so she could lay on his chest. Then he draped the sleeping bag over her.

Jim felt her hand roaming over him.

“You got your armor off.” She noted. “You’re soft.”

“Really?”

She poked his stomach and his chest, then felt up his arm and intertwined her fingers with his human ones.

“In some places, you’re softer than others. Just soft enough.” With that, she nuzzled into his chest and relaxed to sleep.

Jim raised his trollish hand, examining it in the dim light of the crystal cave. He knew this hand well now, finally getting used to the thickness, color, and missing finger.

Then he glanced at his other hand. The one that had been concealed in armor up until that point.

Comparatively, his skin was peachy-gray. Not quite human yet, almost corpse-like.

It seemed like the armor protected the squishiest, human half of him.

And though he laid on hard rock, he didn’t feel uncomfortable. He’d have to see if his back was more trollish or human.

For now, he was just excited to know that now, their might be a possibility of a future with Claire.

And he was even happier to be her pillow.  

[sohmariku]

Just a thing...

Found this thing at @mandilo​‘s page and decided to fill it out, because I’m useless today and need something to entertain myself.

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better. BOLD those statements that are true for you.

APPEARANCE

I am 5′7″ or taller

I am actually 5′5′’... or 165 cm tall. That’s around 5 cm below average where I’m from! So, I’m tiny! Don’t tell me otherwise!

I wear glasses

Only in the morning. I wear contact lenses during the day.

I have at least one tattoo

No, I fear I’d regret it. Even if only for the fact I wouldn’t be able to enter every hot spring/bathhouse I want in Japan!

I have blond hair 

It’s more blond than light brown in my opinion.

I have brown eyes 

My eyes are green.

I have short hair 

I’ve cut it short a couple times throughout my life, but I really prefer it long.

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I always joke I have no abs...

I have or have had braces.

Thankfully not! All my siblings did have them and they only complained. 

PERSONALITY

I love meeting people

...only if they have the same interests as me, otherwise I rather hide in my room.

People tell me that I’m funny

Maybe sometimes...?

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I’m always prepared to lend an ear to people to listen when they need to clear their mind & give my opinion, but I’m not really a person who’ll take action to solve another person’s problem.

I enjoy physical challenges

...I enjoy a good hike/walk, but that’s about it. The only sport I ever enjoyed was hockey, but the last game I played is over 10 years ago already.

I enjoy mental challenges

I have head too many mental challenge in my life. I would love some peace and quiet already!

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I love sarcasm! ^o^

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

I can’t remember why anymore, but I at some point in my life I began telling people I was an Alien from Pluto. I don’t do it as often anymore, hardly ever actually, but the memory still sticks.

There’s something I’d change about my personality

There are plenty of things I’d like to change.

ABILITY

I can sing well

I don’t think I sing well, but since I was told I sing well last Saturday, I guess I can claim to sing well? Fine, sometimes I sing well. ^o^//

I can play an instrument

I can play the piano. My skills are a little rusty though.

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I doubt I can do even one push up!

I’m a fast runner

I can be an incredibly fast runner if I really have to. But under normal circumstance I am not.

I can draw well

Compared to some people, I can draw well. Compared to other people my skills are nothing.

I have a good memory

My brain only remembers how much money I still owe other people, and every embarrassing situation I ever found myself in. It sucks at remembering anything else!

I’m good at doing math in my head

As long as you don’t put me under pressure, I can actually do pretty well.

I can’t hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t think I ever held my breath for more than a minute. If there ever would be a reason to, I probably could though.

I have beaten at least 2 people on arm wrestling 

I can’t remember, honestly.

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I can cook an unlimited amount of meals from scratch. My definition of a “meal” may be different than yours though. xD No, but I can cook pretty well actually. Just give me a recipe and I can make anything!

I know how to throw a proper punch

I know how to in theory, but I can’t do it... I’m too weak to properly punch someone.

HOBBIES

I enjoy playing sports 

As I said before, the only sport I ever enjoyed was hockey and that’s a long time ago. I always hated gym class.

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I used to play hockey...

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I’m still part of the (youth) choir of our church.

I’ve learned a new song in the past week

I only re-learned to sing a whole lot of songs I am supposed to know already... but my memory sucks apparently.

I work out at least once a week

Define work out...

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

No runs, I did go out for walks almost daily... until I hurt my ankle due to overexertion and now I’m forcing myself to sit still.

I have drawn something in the past month

I haven’t drawn anything in ages!

I enjoy writing

It’s been some time since I wrote anything though.

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

Considering I spend most of my spare time on fandom related activities, I suppose this is true.

I do or have done martial arts

No, oddly enough I didn’t, while all my siblings have...

EXPERIENCE

I have had my first kiss

Sadly no... >_<;;

I have had alcohol

A long, long time ago. I hardly ever drink alcohol. Last time was probably March (Hanami!), since I hadn’t eaten properly I actually ended up a little tipsy, as in dizzy.

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I think I scored 7 out of 8 goals... I thoroughly enjoyed that game of indoor hockey. Our opponent not so much...

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I’m fairly sure I have sometime... 

I have been at an overnight event

Sleepover birthday parties! Does that count? Um, well... maybe not? I went on these overnight camp trips when I was part of the girl’s scouts...

I have been in a taxi

Not very often though, because those fuckers are expensive!

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past years

Unfortunately... I actually thoroughly hate hospitals and try to avoid them as much as I can!  

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have a life...

I have visited another country

If we only count proper visits: Belgium, France, Germany, Luxembourg & Japan. (None proper visit (layover) would be Italy (in 2014), and Swiss next week!)

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

Not a band really, but favorite artist, yes.

RELATIONSHIPS

I’m in a relationship

No. Never actually have been either.

I have a crush on a celebrity 

I hate to admit this, but yes, probably... multiple at the same time, possibly...

I have a crush on someone I know

Does that person have to know me too...?

I have been in at least 3 relationships

Yes, of course... I’ve had plenty of friends! Oh, wait, you meant THAT kind of relationship? No...

I have never been in a relationship

I’m a sad human being...

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I never answered the one boy who ever wrote he loved me in a letter. Mind you, I was seven years old at the time.

I get crushes easily

Um, yes... I guess.

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

Possibly...? If I’m allowed to count crushes on 2D characters...

I have had feelings for a friend

Never had any “guy” friends since I was 8 years old, so... and I’m not much into girls really.

MY LIFE

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

Who cares if it’s my only friend! ^o^ No, I do have more friend’s, but everyone lives so far away!

I live close to my school

Elementary/Middle/High school were all 5-10 minutes by bike.

My parents are still together

And happily married I guess...

I have at least one sibling

I have 4 actually. One older brother, two younger brothers and a younger sister.

I lived in the United States

Thankfully not! xD I’m from the Netherlands.

There’s snow right now where I live

I love snow!

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

Um, wait, maybe... Dammit, last time I hang out with friends was 9 September, that’s more than a month ago...!

I have a smartphone

I have two actually. Both are hand-me-downs though. One I only use to check my emails...

I have at least 15 CDs

Since I discovered Japanese artists, my collection started growing!

I share my room with someone

With my cat! No, long, long ago I used to share a room with my brother... Right now I share the house with my parents. Well,... it’s their house, so... I’m basically a NEET at the moment.

RANDOM SHIT

I have breakdanced

I am a terrible dancer! I would break something if I tried to dance!

I know a person named Jamie

I’m pretty sure one of my classmates in high school had that name... He was a nice guy... 

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

For international standards, I’ve had a lot of teacher with names that are hard to pronounce. 

I have dyed my hair

Twice red, once purple, once partially blue.

I’m listening to a song on repeat right now

No music on at all right now, even though I’m wearing my headphones...

I have punched someone in the last week

Of course not! I’m a kind person!

I know someone who has gone to jail

My dad went to a jail... something for his work... He lost his papers at some point though, so he almost wasn’t allowed to leave. xD

I have broken a bone

Yup, I broke my collarbone when I was 8 years old (I think) by rolling out of the bunk bed and dropping about 1.5 meters to the floor.

I know what I want to do with my life

No, not at all! Well, actually... I just want to get married, have children and be happy. But being a housewife is hard when you don’t have a house and aren’t anyone’s wife... ^^;;

I have eaten a waffle today

I did eat one yesterday!

I speak at least 2 languages

Dutch, English & Japanese. In better times I also knew French and German.

I have made a new friend in the past year

Never met them, but I’ve been speaking to a lot of new people (online) in the past year and I consider all of them to be my friends!