#and ill scream and cry until ur arrested. that too.

[ponytailzuko]

only one episode of aang and zuko being besties how am i supposed to cope honestly

[natureismynature]

shakes u vigorously! talk about ur au! (if u want) <3

Then I shall! Thank you guys <3

Now, before I continue. To anyone reading this, this is your last warning.

TRIGER WARNINGS include child death and discussions of terminal illnesses (i.e. cancer, heart disease).

This au is mostly set in a private hospital called Quesadilla Medical Center.

The kids all share a ward, except for Leonarda, and spend most of their time there because they need constant treatment. Of course, they aren't always in the hospital, but they have their "own beds" that no one else uses.

Juanaflippa, Tallulah, Leo, and Trumpet (Max's son, because that's his name to me now) spent the most time in the hospital.

Trumpet died in the hospital without anyone by his side. Not out of neglect, no, Max was simply just trying to earn money so he could pay for his son's treatment. He was working so hard that he often couldn't visit his own son, much to his dismay. Imagine how devastated he was to find out what happened while he was away.

Similar to Max, Quackity was not rich, so he had to work hard for the money in order to provide for Tilin's healthcare. So he didn't have much time to spend with his child. But that's alright because he had friends that were willing to keep Tilin company while he was away.

Tilin and Juanaflippa met at the hospital because they had the same illness, they bonded through the treatments and became very good friends. They often play together whenever they can. Slime was supposed to be with them when Tilin had a cardiac arrest. It was fine, he swore they were fine. He just went out to get a cup of coffee when suddenly he heard his daughter screaming for him. He ran back to them as fast as he could, but by the time he arrived, it was already too late. To this day, he still blames himself for what happened. (Calling him Slime because that's what Mariana calls him)

They had to restart Juanaflippa's heart multiple times, and every single time they did, Mariana was the one by her side. It crushed him to see his girl like that, but he was always happy to have her back. But shortly after Tilin's death, Juanaflippa had one final fight before she passed, too. Mariana blamed Slime for not being present while Slime blamed Mariana for not doing more.

Jaiden and Roier were college roommates who ended up adopting a child together. It was weird how they got Bobby. One night, Roier went home drunk with a bundle of blankets in his arms and him singing something incomprehensible. Jaiden took it from him once she heard the crying of a baby. When asked, Roier could not remember where the hell the baby came from. But after a while of taking care of it, no one came looking for the baby even though Jaiden informed the police. They became attached and decided to adopt him together.

Bobby was the first to arrive in the ward when Tilin died, he was deeply traumatized upon seeing his best friend on the floor while his other friend screamed and cried. He became withdrawn and aggressive after that, refusing to befriend the other kids in the ward in fear of watching them die again. Well, that is until a new kid was admitted.

Richarlyson was not afraid of snapping back at Bobby, and they quickly became best friends. He was not allowed in the room when Bobby died, but he received a letter from his friend saying he was glad they became friends.

Bobby died surrounded by family and friends. He didn't want any other kid to experience what he had to go through after Tilin, so he requested that Richarlyson and Dapper be kept away.

Richarlyson has five dads. He doesn't know how or why, but he does, and he loves them all very much. None of them were romantically involved, though, which other kids seemed to find weird. At least until he met Bobby. He was born with a missing leg, so he was often made fun of in school before he got admitted to the hospital, but the kids at the hospital were nice and he was glad he met them.

Leonarda has her own private room, so she didn't really see anyone other than her dads and the nurses and doctors who gave her treatment. Max used to bring Trumpet over when he had the time so they could bond and talk, but he couldn't do that now. Foolish often tries his best to get his kid to go outside and meet the other children, but Leonarda is a very shy kid and doesn't really know how to act in a group. Vegetta had to work out of the country most of the time, so it was almost always Leo and Foolish together.

BBH often visits them with Dapper as much as he could so his favorite niece wasn't lonely, but he could only do so much with all his jobs. The man doesn't sleep, and everyone is concerned for him, but he always brushes them off. After Dapper almost died, everyone was sure he hasn't rested even for a second.

Before his short brush with death, Dapper was always with his dad, but after BBH started to overwork himself, Dapper was left in the ward with the other kids most of the time. But that's alright because he has Ramon with him.

Ramon and Dapper had been friends since they were in diapers because their dads went to the same college. They like to joke that they're twins, and most of the time, people believe them. Ramon was the one who got sick first, he found it sad but amusing that Dapper got sick too shortly after he did.

One day when Leonarda was visiting the ward and the other kids (except Ramon) were out and about with their parents, Ramon had a bit of a scare. Foolish couldn't get his daughter to let go of Ramon's hand as the doctors tried to get him to stabilize, so he stayed there hugging her instead. The doctors didn't mind since Foolish tried his best to stay out of their way.

Chayanne is Missa's impulsively adopted son. He only realized how clueless he was on raising a child once the adoption papers were sighed. Luckily, his good friend Philza was happy to help. Philza got attached real quick and proposed to co-parent Chayanne, which Missa readily agreed to. Missa isn't always present due to his job, but Philza was happy to take care of Chayanne.

Wilbur didn't really know how to feel when Phil told him about Chayanne, but he decided to give the kid the benefit of the doubt when he managed to get little Tallulah to come out of her shell.

Pomme is the newest admission. She mostly spends her time with Richarlyson because he's her cousin, and they already knew each other beforehand. But she's slowly coming out of her shell and beginning to show her feisty side.

The kids like to joke about "the Code Monster attacking" whenever one of them gets close to death. The parents aren't very happy with it, but the kids are coping in their own ways, and they can't say anything more. At least their diseases doesn't make them sad and grim all the time.

(That would be all for now, if ya'll have any questions, my inbox is always open!)

[therobincastle]

Go Mad For a Couple Grams || Self-Para

TW: Drug Use

ur comin tonight right?

havent seen u in forever

where r u ???

dont bitch out on me dude

Robin chewed his lip, staring down at his phone and all the incoming messages. Some of his old “friends” who worked on the same studio lot as Daemon Above were having a get-together and word got out that he was back in town. They had all been texting him nonstop all night and even though Robin was yet to reply, he hadn’t completely ruled it out. Maybe this would be a good thing. He was back in the real world finally, and what was wrong with going out with the people he used to go out with? Other than the probability of him falling back into his old habits...

Deciding to just throw away any leftover inhibitions he had, Robin grabbed his dagger from underneath his pillow and strapped it into his belt, throwing on a long shirt and jacket to cover it. He texted their family driver to meet him at the end of the drive and grabbed his wallet and keys before slipping out of his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. The lights were all dimmed in their unneccessary-because-there’s-literally-two-people-living-there-three-story house on the beach, Robin’s steps slow and careful so he could sneak out without getting caught.

“Robiiiiin,” Dove’s slow drawl rang out from the hallway behind him. Shit. He turned to see his mother exit from the kitchen, frowning at him with a glass of almost-finished wine in her hand. “Sweetie, where are you going? It’s late.”

Robin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and he refused to look guilty, even knowing that his mom could always tell when he was acting. “I’m going out. Is that a problem?”

She sighed heavily, leaning against the wall as she sipped at her glass. “Who with?”

“Just some friends,” Robin shrugged.

“Which. Friends?” Dove asked slowly, her usually pretty features screwing into something more pained. “Robin, we talked about this.”

“Bullshit,” Robin sighed. “I need to go out, Mom. How else are people going to think nothing’s going on with me if they know I’m back in town but not even allowed outside of the house?” It was sound logic, more to a manager than a mother. Robin hoped she was swaying more to the former tonight. “Come on, I’ve wrapped on Buddy Holly, can’t I enjoy my time back in LA?”

“Baby...” Dove pouted, walking over to him. She ran her fingers through his curls, tugging worriedly at his ears. “I want to trust you... If I let you go, you have to promise me you’re going to make good decisions, and that you’ll be home before your new curfew.”

Robin flashed a cheeky grin. “Three a.m.?”

She gently smacked the side of his head. “Two. I want you back before two. And you leave your cell phone here and off. You have Drachma, so Iris Message me as soon as there’s an emergency,” she kissed Robin all over his face until he managed to wriggle free, crying out in embarrassment. He jogged down the long driveway, entering the code to their gate so he could slip out into the neighborhood. His driver was smoking a cigarette in front of the SUV.

“Hey, Maurice,” Robin greeted as the man opened the back door for him. “Why don’t we sit up front together?”

The man looked slightly surprised but smiled and shut the door, now offering him shotgun. “Good to have you back, kid.”

They pulled up to the apartment complex, Robin promising he’d be back out front by 1:45 so they could get home and that he’d have his mother call him if he ended up needing to go home earlier than that. He could already hear music blasting from the loft as the elevator doors opened on the correct floor, the door unlocked. There were about fifty people all hanging around the apartment. Robin’s appearance had a ripple effect, people too high, drunk, or both to notice his arrival right away. Slow yells of recognition rang out, varying jeers and rough hands giving him a greeting. He recognized some of the people but didn’t know them by name, looking around for the kids he did know. There was a pile of them all sitting on a king-sized bed on the floor in the corner of the room.

“Rob, man, you made it!” Flynn, cried out, jumping off the bed to grab him. “Holy shit, you got tall! You’re looking skinny too,” he grabbed at Robin’s arms and gave them a shake.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin brushed him off, kind of annoyed because he thought he was starting to build a little muscle thanks to camp.

Flynn flung an arm around Robin’s shoulders, dragging him over to sit on the bed. “You remember Arissa, Vic, Marnie, Jules?” he pointed out all the people and Robin nodded despite not really remembering them at all. They were all in their early twenties, none of them actors like Flynn, just friends he made through the scene. “Dude, Jules got the nastiest shit bro, you gotta try it, it’s life changing,” He leaned over the nightstand and grabbed a razor blade to make a line of whatever mix of cocaine and probably Adderall on the table for him. Robin felt ill just looking at it.

“Ah, actually man, I’m not really down for that tonight,” he scratched the back of his neck.

Flynn scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Robin. This isn’t like last time when that shit messed you up for two days. We got this from a way better guy, not shady at all,” he finished up the line and pushed a straw into Robin’s hand. He tossed it aside on the bed, Flynn flashing him an annoyed look. “What the fuck, man? Next you’re going to tell me you don’t what a shot of top-shelf tequila next.”

“I don’t,” Robin said stiffly, standing up now. “Listen, man, I just came here to hang out, I don’t... I don’t want anything.”

“They allllll say that,” one of the girls, Arissa or Marnie, he wasn’t sure since these Instagram models all started to look the same to him. “You’ll change your mind after you try it.”

The other either Arissa or Marnie sat up now where she had been draped over the edge of the bed. She wasn’t wearing a top and her make up was smeared. Robin decided to focus his attention on the false eyelash clinging onto the corner of her lid for dear life. “Didn’t you guys hear? Lil birdie here has been locked up,” she slurred.

“What, like house arrest?” Flynn scoffed before snorting the line he had just insisted Robin take. He started making another two immediately.

“Rehab,” the girl corrected before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“No shit,” Flynn said with wide eyes, looking at Robin. “That true?”

“Of course not,” Robin scoffed immediately, crossing his arms. “Just been working on personal projects right now.”

“That why you get kicked off that dinky zombie show?” the other guy on the bed snickered. A few other party-goers had wandered over, all vying for more of whatever these drug-mongers had holed up in the corner. More of their attention was starting to shift to Robin, as blurry and incoherent as it was.

“I wasn’t kicked off,” Robin denied with a clenched jaw. “I left. It was a mutual decision.”

“Lay off him, guys,” Flynn crowed in annoyance before looking back at Robin. “Listen, kid, I believe you!” He starts prepping a needle now, one of the girls climbing over and sitting next to him like a patient lining up for her flu shot. “If you’re not one of those bitches who gets sucked into that rehabilitation bullshit, then take a hit.”

Robin shook his head. “I’m just gonna leave if this is how you’re gonna be, you dick.”

Flynn stared at him coldly, looking him over again. “This ain’t a good look for you, Baby Boy.” He turned to everyone else on the bed as he injected the girl sitting next to him. Robin watched the way the needle sank into the skin, wondering how many collapsed veins the girl already had. He watched the plunger sink down, hardly hearing what Flynn was saying until he came back to himself. “...what happens when you go to rehab, folks.”

“I wasn’t in rehab!” Robin shouted over the music. “What the fuck is wrong with me just trying to get clean?” He crossed his arms uncomfortably over his chest. His faded track marks were starting to itch just watching the administration in front of him. People were staring now, the interaction sobering them up somewhat. Robin could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his ears going red. “Whatever. Just get me a fucking blunt if that will get you guys to lay the fuck off,” he groaned. He had cut himself off cold turkey, and the strong stench of marijuana hanging in the air was like a secondhand high that his body craved more of.

It’s not that bad. A puff or two isn’t that bad. You’re not backsliding. No one at camp will have to know and these people will keep their mouths shut.

“No,” Flynn chuckled, reaching out to stop one of his friends who was holding a roach out to Robin. “No, no, no. You wanna prove you weren’t in rehab?” He scraped together another line. “Bump this shit.”

“I already said--”

“I know what you fuckin’ said,” Flynn interrupted. “But I know it’s a fuckin’ lie if you’re gonna stay up there on your high horse now that you’re too good for a little fun.” He held out the straw again. “Now shut up and snort the damn coke, pussy.”

Robin angrily snatched the straw from him and bent over the table, immediate drunken cheers of approval coming from the onlookers. Robin hesitated, looking at the dusty little line of coke. He thought about what happened when he was angry and frustrated with someone. How easy it would be to turn one deadly look on Flynn and make him wish he hadn’t tried to threaten Robin’s life, his career. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted to make him pay-- teach him a lesson. Use his powers to drive Flynn to be locked up in a place much worse than rehab. He deserved to have his mind turned inside out, that dark impulse sneaking up on Robin’s clear and sober mind.

Then he thought about his mother’s face, covered in tears as he shook him awake, a needle still poking out of his arm. Melody’s kind smiles every time she helped him work through the withdrawal symptoms. Penny screaming at him almost two years ago that he needed to quit. Dean and Aaron’s endless support no matter how frustrating or annoying he was.

The burn felt great.

“Atta boy,” he heard Flynn mutter under his breath as Robin stood back up, wiping his sleeve across his nose.

“Yeah, whatever,” Robin dropped the straw to the table and walked away. It would be a matter of time before the reality of his situation sank in on him, but Robin didn’t mind. The high was supposed to be fun, right? It was the calm before the storm, and Robin did feel calm. Sated enough to forget how close he was to using his powers on Flynn.

There wasn’t really anywhere to go in the studio apartment, but he managed to slip outside where another group sat on the balcony, all smoking weed. They greeted Robin with lazy waves and grunts, not paying him any mind as he sank down. He stared out blankly at the city below, a beautiful and ugly place. His hands were trembling now, Robin lowering his head between his knees. “Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that,” he breathed softly. “Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!” He kicked his foot out angrily, his sneaker colliding with the railing with a metallic shudder.

The group glanced over at him at he turned his face away, embarrassed by his outburst. “Yo, kid,” one of them called over to him. “You look like you could use some of this.” Robin didn’t need to look over to see that he was being offered some pot. 

“I’ll pass,” Robin said, swallowing back the bile in his throat. He didn’t like how hard it was to say no.

“You sure?” someone else asked. “It’ll help. I’ve got, like, a vape if that’s-- Shit, kid, your face.”

Robin looked fully at them now, brow wrinkling in confusion. He suddenly felt a warmth pooling against his shirt collar and turned to look at his reflection in the glass sliding door. Blood was gushing from his nose and he hadn’t even felt it. “Shit--” An irony tang sat on his lips as he scrambled to his feet, holding his sleeve over his nose and mouth. He stumbled back into the apartment, looking around for a bathroom. There were people milling around outside of it, a couple of girls doing more lines on the bathroom sink when he burst in. There were cries of annoyance asking him to knock, their irritation going ignored as Robin yanked on a toilet paper roll to get enough to mop up his bloody nose. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he said as a soft mantra, clutching it to his face. The girls quickly hurried out of the bathroom, leaving the sink open. Robin clutched the stained surface to hold himself up, slowly lifting his head to look at his reflection.

Crimson was still smeared across his nose and chin, Robin running some water to try and wipe it away. “You’re a fucking moron, Castle,” he muttered to himself. The anxiety from before was coming back tenfold then, Robin’s eyes welling with tears. “Why did you do that?”

He knew exactly why. It wasn’t the peer pressure. It wasn’t the stupid double-edged threat of having to snort coke just so other people wouldn’t find out about his addiction. It wasn’t even the difficulty of recovery.

He did it because he wanted to.

Robin emerged from the bathroom, grabbing hold of the first guy he saw with a roll of something lit on the end. “Can I?” he asked dryly. The guy just nodded and pass him the joint, letting him take a pull. He coughed on the smoke, feeling his eyes sting as his lungs protested the sensation they hadn’t had to feel in a while.

Getting high won’t fix this.

You’re making it worse.

Stop now, you can still get home and sleep this off.

Mom’s going to hate you.

Robin sat outside of the apartment, back against the wall. No one paid him any mind as they came and went, a few dirty looks from neighbors who weren’t happy about the party inside but weren’t going to call any cops about it. It must’ve been 1:45 because as he sat there in a daze, he could feel a large man pick him up and sling him over a shoulder to carry him downstairs and put him back in the car, letting him lay down in the backseat. “Oh, kid...” he heard Maurice’s voice as a distorted echo, the world around him blurry and confusing even as he was helped into his house.

“Mom?” Robin called out in a weak voice. No answer. He closed the door quietly behind him and shuffled into the kitchen to get some water. There was no comfort food to be found, not in their kitchen. Robin caught his reflection in a hallway mirror as he made his way for the stairs. There was still some blood on his shirt and his eyes were bloodshot, hair messy. “Idiot,” Robin muttered, ascending all the way to the top step before he heard his mother’s voice from below.

“Robin?”

She sounded sleepy. Maybe she had stayed up after all. Robin contemplated rushing to his room. How was he supposed to face her like this? Still coming down off his high, throat raw and face pale. He backed up slowly, peeking into the den to see her lifting her head up from behind the couch, an empty wine glass tipped over on the glass coffee table.

“Robin, sweetie, how was your night?” she asked sleepily, yawning as she rested her cheek on the cushion. “Come here, baby.”

“I... I’m really tired, Mom,” Robin said, lip trembling. Fuck, his voice sounded so shaky.

“Just come here,” she requested again, softly. Robin turned and walked the rest of the way down the stairs, slowly going over to her. She looked at him sleepily, a slight frown clear on her face that would probably look more severe had it not been for the botox. He stood stiffly, feeling dead on his feet as she reached out to hold his hand, her own grip lazy. “I’m so proud of you, darling. I know how hard this has been and I’m glad to have you home.” A warm smile.

He flung himself down into her lap before he could stop himself, immediately bursting into tears. You stupid fuck up. He sobbed against her for what felt like hours, Dove rubbing his back and carding her fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry,” he cried into her chest, heaving to catch his breath as he wept. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, baby,” she mumbled, hugging him tightly against her. “You don’t have to be sorry. You got home before curfew,” she pat him on the head before sinking back onto the couch, letting him curl up into her. She doesn’t get it. “I know it’s tough but I knew you could do it. I knew that camp would be good for you,” she yawned and rested her chin on top of his head, quickly falling back asleep. She has no idea what you’ve done. “And I’ve been thinking... I think you’re ready to come stay here for good.”

Robin had been waiting to hear those exact words for months, but now it just put a bad taste in his mouth. He didn’t deserve this.

Robin didn’t sleep well that night, and it wasn’t because he was curled up on an aesthetically pleasing and wholly uncomfortable couch with his mother. He woke up fully and alone sometime around ten. “Mom?” he croaked, looking around their open concept home. There was music playing softly from another room, but that didn’t mean much in their household. Robin eventually made his way upstairs, his poor decisions last night weighing heavy on his heart.

Without really thinking through the motions, he grabbed his largest duffle bag and started packing. He threw his dagger in last before hooking the huge bag over his shoulder. As he trudged down the stairs, he was mumbling to himself, trying to figure out the wording of a note he needed to leave for his mom... Maybe he wouldn’t leave a note at all. Just disappearing would be easier on the pains in his chest. Maybe he could make some bullshit up in a week about how he missed camp or something. 

Maybe she’d even pretend to believe him.

Robin’s hand was on the front door knob when he heard footsteps behind him. “Robin?” his mother inquired softly, rounding the corner from the kitchen. “Where are you off to? I was about to make breakfast-- or maybe we could go out? How about that gluten-free bagel shop you like so much? We should get you nice, well-balanced meal before your photoshoot today--”

“I did coke last night.”

Dove stood there, frozen. Robin almost couldn’t bear to meet her eye and be subjected to the heartbreak written across her face. “Are you joking, sweetie?” she asked softly, her voice breaking delicately over the question.

Robin chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling a tingling prickling at his ears. There was a phantom burn in his nose, a reminder of his transgressions from the night before. He shook his head and turned away from her. “I’m gonna go back to camp for a while.”

She didn’t reply, and her silent disbelief was too much. Robin wrenched the door open and didn’t look back.

[jasonvtodd]

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose however many people you want to tag!

tagged by @lebannabell once more cause shes a gorgeous being <33

tagging @citiofstars @rawcatlawnchair @bcydbeaulieu @exyfexyfoxes @jaisontodd @ohvaltersen @starspangledsprocket @luxluci

LAST… [1] drink: lemon, lime & bitter cordial [2] phone call: the wife (shocking, i know @bcydbeaulieu​ and i on the phone? when ever) [3] text message: siudhfbg ill check in a few bless im so here for this-- to hirraa [4] song you listened to: something by imagine dragons [5] time you cried: just before

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] dated someone twice: yis [7] been cheated on: no [8] kissed someone and regretted it: yis [9] lost someone special: yeah [10] been depressed: ha yes [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: first time i got drunk m8

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] red [13] blue [14] black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: indeed [16] fallen out of love: ya [17] laughed until you cried: yeah [18] found out someone was talking about you: yeah [19] met someone who changed you: yeah   [20] found out who your true friends are: yeah [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: yeah

GENERAL… [22] how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: liike. hm. 2? ya just two [23] do you have any pets: not atm gah its the worst  [24] do you want to change your name: nah bro [25] what did you do for your last birthday: no idea [26] what time did you wake up: 730 [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: rereading foxhole and crying ove rhow gay they all are [28] name something you cannot wait for: jUSTice mcfuckin leaguEE!!!  [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: just before  [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Many [31] what are you listening to right now: shitty flash in the background [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yea [33] something that is getting on your nerves: nothin atm [35] elementary: ya?? ya’ll confuse me with ur american ways [36] high school: yis [37] college: not yet [38] hair colour: brown [39] long or short hair: longgggg [40] do you have a crush on someone: ya [41] what do you like about yourself?: me? like something about myself? nah but i like my humour lmao --leaving bells answer here but come have hot beverage w me and we will compliment each other and ill tell u how beautifl you are [42] piercings: ears, its all about the ears [43] blood type: a+.. i think? [44] nickname: em or emy [45] relationship status: lol [46] zodiac sign: virgo [47] pronouns: she/her/dumbass [48] fav tv show: lMAO dont do that buffy spn hbo pain trilogy etc. [49] tattoos: none yet [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST… [51] surgery: ya [52] piercing: ears [53] best friend: someone whos stupid and texan @bcydbeaulieu also @cptandorcassian isnt too hard to be around i guess [54] sport: dancing [55] vacation: u s of a (or maybe nz) [56] pair of trainers: no idea

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing [59] i’m about to: read? maybe, who knows [60] listening to: nothin [61] waiting for: the void [62] want: a good sleep, feelin refreshed [63] get married: lolno [64] career: who know not i

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: both [66] lips or eyes: both [67] shorter or taller: idc [68] older or younger: whicever [69] romantic or spontaneous: both?? [70] nice arms or nice stomach: either [71] sensitive or loud: loud [72] hook up or relationship: relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: bothhh mann

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? ya [75] drank hard liquor? yah [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? nope [77] turned someone down: lowkey but yeah [78] sex on first date? nope [79] broken someone’s heart? probably [80] had your own heart broken? absolutely [81] been arrested? nah [82] cried when someone died? yah [83] fallen for a friend: yah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? nah [85] miracles? nah [86] love at first sight? nah [87] santa claus? nah [88] kiss on the first date? it depends lmao [89] angels? dont know

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: beth & laura [91] eye colour: blue [92] favourite movie: iron man & warrior & scream &