#and this was fucking PERRRRRFECT

[castlebyersafterdark]

erm erm erm so can you place the sweaty/wet pics of finn and noah (in a towe) side by side please and thank youuuuuuuu

freshly fucked vibes as vinny would say

OOH INSPIRED IDEA 🫡 Went with this Finn pic as much as we love the tongue out ones. Here with the little smile.

The vision here is visioning. Sweaty and smiley and glowing. We now have the perrrrrfect visual reference for all our afterglow-esque imaginings I have to be honest.

[oh-my-damn]

Omg bestie 😭 the sneak peak of the new chapter of The Stranger is just perrrrrfect 😫 like thats ALL of us watching TRSDR fr 🥴 so freaking relatable lool 🤣

I love it so much and i canNOT wait to see what comes after cause i just know its gonna be spicy as all heck 🔥🥵

HEHEHEHE THE SPICE THAT FOLLOWS IS THE BALL WORSHIP I WROTE AGES AGO AND I CANT WAIT 🥴

And ofc she would be nuzzling all up in his fucking sack bc it's inspired by THIS PICTURE and its also what he wears to the premiere 😌

And then she'll be demanding he brings back the best look he ever had ofc

LOVE YOU BESTIE

[kittywriites]

i’m going away for the weekend and i just so very badly........don’t....want to....

[performativezippers]

36, 38, 55, and/or 57 if they look interesting?

36. What fic are you proudest of? I'm proud of all of them, but most recently I sort of can't believe I wrote an entire short novel for last year's Big Bang (Back to the Basket), and I really love it. I love how complex Alex is in it, how Maggie is both this like unbelievable dreamboat but also a hot fucking mess.

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story? Definitely Through the Wormhole and Back to the Basket. Veeeeeery niche.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc? Apparently I talk about organs a lot! I almost always write AUs and I like to sit inside longing as much as possible. Also I try for The Jokes when possible.

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics? Medium? I try to weave things through, but often it's more organic how it's happening than planned. In One Wave at a Time, for example, the first Sea World reference was because I needed a fun thing Kate could remember from childhood. Then it was useful to come back over and over to that moment. Then I need her to be reflecting alone, so I had her surfing to give her an activity to break up the chunks of thoughts, then I had Kai interact with her because it had been too long of her thinking by herself, and he gave her some good surf wisdom, which was fun to play with because of Lucy's line about riding waves—I liked playing with that on Kate's side. So then the wave imagery got more and more dense, and then the fact that what Kate remembered from Sea World was being covered in a wave of water was perrrrrfect. And then I needed a title, tried a few things that didn't fit, and then "one wave at a time" felt right. So it started as something that didn't matter, and ended as something that really mattered, and it was only halfway on purpose.

[fic writers ask]

[sothischickshe]

top 5 songs??

OK so on the one hand I don't think I can narrow this down to even a top 500 songs but on the other hand I LOVE YELLING ABOUT MUSIC SO THANKS FOR THE OPPORTUNITY

I'm just gonna pick 5 songs I love that make me wanna dance for DANCING IS JOYFUL

1. Nate dogg and Warren g - regulate

https://youtu.be/lMZmzEpmiuA

G FUNK!! STEP TO THIS I DARE YA!!

OK so I'm a Michael Mcdonald STAN first off, and the sample is fucking perrrrrfect. The whole thing is so fucking smooth??? And just like... The nerdery? The craftsmanship?? The unbridled joy???? And both their voices are so fucking amazing!!

And also the structure of the song is really fkn weird actually?? There's no hook but you don't really notice?? It's more like a classic folk song

I LOVE IT TO DEATH AND BEYOND. You could chop both my legs off and I'd still get up to to dance to it, and still not be able to get that REGULATORS yell in time cos it's at a weird fucking point but that's OK cos the MAMA! would be perfectly in time and then the it was a clear black night a clear white moon etc etc etc (and obvi I did the cowboy movie prelude up to the yell in perfect time cmon)

2. Funkadelic - can you get to that

https://youtu.be/8rrOdcnFbAY

Maybe not the most memorable song on the album but it's so fucking fun!! A joy to sing along to!! Unsurprisingly funky and lyrically brilliant!! I love the melding of the voices!!!!!!

3. Ice cube - you can do it

https://youtu.be/xnKWh10rA4M

That beat though!!! How are you not going to dance?? Whenever I'm thinking about the list of ppl I'd happily listen to rapping a fucking menu out loud (a frequent occurrence TBH) I never immediately think of ice cube and then I'm always like BUT OK WHAT ABOUT ICE CUBE? Amazing vocal control, amazing use of voice as instrument.

'ask the bartender if you think we lie' is such an odd almost Shakespearean construction??? I love that it's in the same verse as 'baby bounce them tits', what can I say.

The 'we be clubbing' and the 'freaky gyration is close to fornication' always make me laugh. And as someone who has a. Spent their life telling their idiot friends to get their arse up and hurry and b. Has a gazillion cousins, it speaks to me on a cellular level

4. Nina Simone - funkier than a mosquito's tweeter

https://youtu.be/5GsCHQkulr4

THAT fucking beat though!!! 😱😱😱 Voice as instrument voice as instrument voice as instrument omg!!! The unaccompanied bits?? The whispering? LYRICAL FUCKING BRILLIANCE ALSO

5. Easy star all stars - the girl is mine

https://youtu.be/aX8J1KRrSLI

Adfgff the original, especially the bit where mj and Paul m are speaking arguing over who said girl likes better is so dumb??? It makes me cry laughing and I'm pretty sure that's not the intent!!

Whereas this (reggae) cover is just straight good!!!!!! And smooth as fuck and funky as hell!!!!!

[starlightwrites]

Have you considered 27/38 for cori and gage? If not I totally understand

Hiya Nonny!

Thank you for asking, and I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to this! The prompt combo was just perrrrrfect! Ripe for some angst. I got a little carried away with this one!

For the Prompt Mashup!

Fever Dreams

“Cori? Shh. It’salright. Hush-up.” Gage scooped her into his arms and squeezed tight. He cuppedhis hand over her mouth, but she wouldn’t stop groaning—small sounds, butpanicky. Any louder, and she’d bring it right the hell over to them.

And he really really wasn’t interested in taking on adeathclaw right now.

(Continued after the cut)

Outside on theporch, he heard the click and scrape of massive talons against aging wood.Maybe the old porch would give and it would leave. Maybe it would comebarreling up the stairs and turn him inside out. Couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing,so there was no telling. He pressed his back against the flimsy bathroom door.

She turned intohis chest and made another soft mewling sound. Sweat plastered her hair to herforehead as it beaded on her skin, and if that wasn’t concerning enough, allthe color had drained out of her, leaving her this blanched shade of grey.They’d thought the fever had worked its way out of her system, but damned ifthey hadn’t been wrong. That hit she’d taken had pushed her over the edge.

The whole thingflashed through his brain again, playing on a loop. She’d been flagging.Leaning close and dragging her feet. Slurring her words. He’d thought they’dstop to make camp and then head back out in the morning. He’d turned his back.Just for a second. Just to stop by the stream and refill their canteens. She’dsaid his name—tried to warn him. He told her to wait a second. She made a chokingsound. When he finally turned around, he saw the deathclaw, maybe half a mileaway. And it saw them.

It all happenedfast. She stumbled over to him. He’d grabbed her hand and yanked them bothforward and they ran. The Deathclaw followed. Damned thing closed the gap likehe and Cori were trudging through quicksand, and that was when he’d lost holdof her. She slipped. Tripped. He looked back and reached for her, but even justfour steps away, he was too far. She rolled and started crawling on her handsbackwards just in time for the thing to descend on her. It swatted and sent herskittering through the dirt. And then it turned to him.

It swiped andmissed him by a hair. He pulled his shotgun out of the holster on his thigh andfired, but he was moving so fast the shot went wide. The deathclaw hunched,hackles up and ready to launch at him. Second shot. He blasted the fucker rightin the face. It shook its head. Bleeding. He’d knocked out one of its eyes.

Gage ran towhere Cori had landed, but she was facedown and twisted at an angle, palms flaton the ground on either side of her head. Out cold. Took him less than a secondto pick her up and start running, but the deathclaw didn’t give them much of ahead-start. By the time they had made it out of the woods, its footstepspounded behind them.

The house hadbeen the only option, with Bradburton a few miles in the distance. A half-collapsedshithole, but better than nothing. Before the beast caught up, he maneuveredthem into the house and slammed the old wooden door behind him. It creaked backopen. Someone had blasted the handle off. Couldn’t even put a door between himand the thing.

It was catchingup. He could hear it outside and she was still limp. Didn’t have time to lookaround, but there was a bathroom at the top of the stairs, and that was betterthan standing in the busted doorway. He’d closed the bathroom door right as theDeathclaw started sniffing around the front of the house.

He couldn’t risktaking a hand off Corinne’s mouth to reach for his gun, so if it came barrelingup those stairs towards them, they’d be sunk. It would reach them before hemanaged to reload.

Still unconscious,she whimpered again, only this time, it almost sounded like something. A word?A name? No time to worry about what she wanted. Shit, he hadn’t even had thechance to look her over. Was she bleeding? Something broken? He had no idea.

Gage rested hishead back against the door, ears straining.

Another creak.Click. Scritch. Grunt. The groan of the steps and muted thumping of giant feeton the ground? Was it leaving? He waited out another couple minutes in silencebefore even exhaling, and then gave another minute before he moved.

Immediately,Cori groaned. Loud.

“Shh. Princess,you’ve gotta be quiet.”

“Nathan?”

Who the fuck wasNathan?

Didn’t matter.Gage propped her up enough to peel her ruck off her shoulders and set it upagainst the sink. Not a lot of places to put her, so, slow as possible, he got up and shifted her into the tub.At least it would keep her propped upright in case she puked. She made anotherquiet sound, but then her head drooped to the side and she stilled. Looked bad,but that would have to be a problem for later.

The sound of hisshotgun as he reloaded made the hair on his arms stand on end. Had to be done,though. He had to make sure they were safe here. It’d be just his luck thatthey’d shake the deathclaw only to be mauled by ghouls in the middle of thenight.

He opened thedoor a crack and peeked out. Clear line of sight down the stairs, especiallywith the front door half open. Nothing so far as he could see now. His eyeflicked to the windows on the front of the house, but he was at the wrongangle. Couldn’t get a hell of a lot that way. Alright. Bite the bullet. Heopened the door the rest of the way and slipped out into the hall, back to thewall. There were two rooms—one down a short stretch of hall on his left, andone on his right. Right was closer. Right first.

He pushed thedoor open. Nothing. The shell of a wall, ceiling half caved-in, gaping hole inthe floor. If he’d clung to the wall, he could have inched around the hole andmade it to the other side, but that was about as far as possible. Nothinghiding here. He turned back around and peeked into the bathroom. She was stillasleep in the bathtub; all clear there. Not like he’d given her the time to getinto a whole lot of trouble in the two seconds he’d taken, but she’d surprisedhim before.

That done, hefollowed the hall a few more feet and pushed open the other bedroom door.Ceiling intact. Floor mostly intact. The front wall was blasted to bits—lookedlike a fucking cannonball had crashed through the window on the front of thehouse—but aside from a busted bed and some beyond-salvaging furniture, it wasalso clear.

Gage checked onher one more time before chancing the stairs. He kept low, gun up and eyes onthe windows. Nothing out on the front porch. Nothing in the livingroom by thelanding, though there was a hallway towards the back. He’d check that second.He made it to the bottom of the stairs and poked his head around the corner tohis right, which led into a kitchen. The floor from the room upstairs hadcollapsed down into it, but even looking past the wreckage, there wasn’tanything. The back wall was open and exposed, but nothing big could slip pastthe sections of floor blocking the gaps.

All clear, then.Better just check that hallway in the other room. Every step felt like a risk.Further he got from her, harder it would be to get back up the stairs if heneeded to. But he couldn’t skip this if they were going to crash here for thenight.

The hall lookedlike it had originally connected to the kitchen, but that path was blocked offwith rubble for the most part. There was, however, a door. Which led down to abasement. Fuckin’ great.

No light down inthe basement. He had a flashlight, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to wakesomething up with it. Then again, stumbling into it in the dark wouldn’t be anybetter. He took the second to track back up the stairs, check on Cori (stillout) and grab the light out of his pack.

He hatedbasements. Hated ‘em. Every pre-war house seemed to have one, and every timehe’d been in one, he’d either been attacked by ghouls or sunk shin-deep inmurky water. All bad. He shined his flashlight down first before starting onthe stairs. No water at the bottom. He took the first step and the wood creakedso loud he actually flinched. Second step was worse. Third was quieter, butthen the forth. Damn near shot a holein the floor when he jumped out of his skin.

Finally, he wasabout halfway down, where the wall stopped and he could look down at the restof the room. He shined his light in a sweep, over shelves of boxes and emptiedtin cans and old tools. Nothing. Then his light landed on something in thecorner, and he coulda sworn it moved. He had his finger on the trigger and wasabout to pull when he realized that the person in the corner wasn’t alive. Justa skeleton, lying on a sleeping bag by the wall. Must’ve been some pre-war sapwho’d starved waiting for the worst to pass. Gruesome, but not his concern.They were lucky. Place was empty.

He took thesteps two at a time and shut the basement door behind him.

When he made itback to the bathroom upstairs, he found that Corinne had curled onto her side,arms wrapped tight around her stomach. Couldn’t be good, and that was when heremembered that he still needed to look her over. He reached into the tub tomove her so he could get a better look at her stomach, but she thrashedsuddenly, elbow coming up so fast she nearly bashed his nose.

“Hey! Stopmoving.”

She froze.Breathing hard. Eyes closed.

“You awake?”

She made asound, but it wasn’t anything close to any words he knew.

“C’mon,Princess. Gotta get a look at you.”

He reached inagain and pulled her up so that she was laying with her body propped up againstthe sloped wall of the tub. Her eyelids fluttered open just a bit, but her gazewas unfocused. He peeled her arms back from her middle and tugged her t-shit upenough to get a good look at the damage.

A gash. Startingall the way around her side and reaching just before her belly button. Not deepenough to threaten her organs, but still pretty deep, and in a real bad spot.He’d have to stitch it or it would just keep tearing open. And after runningaround a couple days, he couldn’t remember what they had in terms of medicines.No stims, he remembered that much. They’d run out after she’d been gouged by amirelurk. There were some bandages. Most of a roll of gauze. Probably still hada needle and some thread. At some point, she’d used up the last of the alcohol,but maybe she still had the salve she’d bought off a traveling merchant a whileback?

The house hadbeen pretty thoroughly picked over, but he checked the bathroom cabinet behindthe mirror anyways, just in case. Lucky he did; he found a little bottle ofperoxide and some cotton swabs. Swabs weren’t useful, but peroxide was agodsend.

He knelt besidethe tub and reached for her again, only to find her eyes completely open andstaring straight ahead.

“Corinne?”

Whatever shesaid, he couldn’t make it out. She was slurring pretty bad.

“You alright?”

“M’sorry.”

“Don’t gotta besorry, Princess. Just hold still and we’ll get you patched up.”

“I didn’t meanit.” She faltered over the word “didn’t.” Her head lolled back and rockedbefore she muttered something else completely unintelligible.

He reached forher again and pushed her shirt back up. It stuck a little, but the blood hadn’tdried. Shit, it looked bad. He got to work dripping peroxide on her skin, sincehe didn’t have much else to work with. She squirmed and gripped the edges ofthe tub.

“M’srry.” Shemuttered it over and over again. Nothing he could say. Nothing he could do. Shejust kept apologizing, gritting her teeth like this was some kinda punishment.

“It’s alright.It’s gonna be ok. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She didn’t heara word of it. He kept saying it anyways, and she kept apologizing, and by thetime he’d managed to get her stitched up and wrapped in gauze, she was crying.

He collapsedagainst the door. Fuckin’—

She just hadn’tstopped. And it was necessary. It was all necessary, but he felt like amiserable, nasty, mean sonofabitch for hurting her like that. Gage thunked hishead against the wood.

Alright. He thought. Get ahold of yourself.

He’d solved thebleeding and the open wound, but she was still burning up and they didn’t haveany stims left to drop the fever. He looked back through the medkit, butnothing. No salve. Must’ve used it. In a side-pocket in her ruck, he found amedex, but that wouldn’t carry her nearly long enough. No telling where she wasat; she was either hitting the worst of it now and on her way to recovery, orthings would just get worse till it killed her.

He got back upon his knees and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. She winced.Seemed too warm, but he couldn’t tell if she was hitting dangerous just yet. Ifhe used the medex, that was the last of their chems until they could get to theclosest territory. The PIP on her arm glowed in the dusk when he tapped it, butby her map, they were still about a day’s walk from the closest territory, thePack’s Safari. Not like he could leave her, get supplies, and then come back.Too risky. Couldn’t move her like this either, though. That left him withwaiting till morning and then giving her the medex and seeing if they couldmake a run for it then. Not great, but the fever hadn’t left them any options.

He sat her up alittle to slip her coat under her shoulders so she at least had a pillow. Sheshivered at his touch, so he pulled the sleeping bag off her pack and draped itover her. When he tucked it around her, she made another little noise and herhead rolled over to look at him.

Her eyes were soglazed and out of focus that he doubted she could see a damned thing. But shewas looking right at him, so maybe?

“Nathan?”

Sleepy. Shestumbled over the syllables. He started to respond, when she apologized again.

“I’m sorry. I’mso sorry.” Her eyes watered up when she said it. “I didn’t. They took him. AndI couldn’t—I just. I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep,Princess.”

“I can’t. Ithurts? I’m sorry.”

“Stop sayingthat.”

Her eyessqueezed shut. No telling what she’d thought she’d been seeing, but a tearleaked out. Then another. Soon, she was sobbing quietly, this fuckin’ horrible snivelingand wheezing like she couldn’t breathe. Like he hadn’t done enough damage.

He pressed ahand to her forehead again and pushed her hair back, but the tears just keptcoming. And sure, he’d seen the boss fall apart before, but he’d never seen herbawl like this. Like she’d never stop.

“Hey. S’alright.You didn’t. Uh. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Nathan. I—Ijust.”

“Who’s Nathan?”

“I’ll never seehim? I’ll never—” her breath caught again. Every move seemed to hurt, but shepulled the sleeping bag up to her face and covered herself.

He wasn’tequipped for this shit. Not in the job description. He’d been able to handleConnor’s rage. Coulter’s laziness. Couldn’t fix whatever this was. So he justsat there, useless, while she choked and sobbed and talked gibberish. More thanhalf the time, he couldn’t make out what she was saying. Something to or abouta Nathan, something about someone being gone, something she was sorry for.Finally, after the sun had set and his back had gotten stiff from kneeling, shefell asleep. Wasn’t peaceful, but it was better than whatever that had been.

Felt wrong.Weird. Like he’d done this, somehow. Then he was almost angry, because this sureas shit wasn’t his fault or his business, but she was dragging him into it. Hewasn’t here as her goddamned therapist; he was here to make sure they didn’tget fucking murdered over territory disputes.

He looked backinto the tub. Still covered head to toe, a curled ball tucked under the thinplastic-y blanket of the sleeping bag. She’d suffocate under that. He tuggedthe cover down to her chin. Asleep, she was different. Small. Soft. None of thebiting sarcasm or eye-rolling or fast-talking. None of the crying. Her lips pulleddown at the corners. Her eyelashes looked long over rounded cheeks. Her hairtangled around her head. Just different.

He should havemoved. Let her sleep. But he couldn’t stop looking, like he was trying toreassure himself she was still there. Not like she could have moved if shewanted to. He straightened her hair out around her head, his fingers unsnarlingknots bit by bit, careful not to wake her. It was just. She probably wouldn’twant her hair all fucked up when she finally came-to. When she rolled onto herside, he watched his hand stretch out like it was separate from the rest of himand adjust the sleeping bag so she was completely covered again. Felt realfuckin’ silly, tucking the Overboss in. But in that moment, it just seemed likemaybe she really needed it.

Without meaningto, he passed out there on the edge of the bathtub and woke up around dawn tofind her completely alseep. Temperature still pretty high. He gave her a shotof the medex without waking her, and if he couldn’t see her breathing, he wouldhave thought she was dead.

She started tocome ‘round as he packed their shit. When she tried to get out of the tub onher own, she fell. He caught her and helped her onto the floor so he couldfinish pulling their packs together.

“Gage?”

Almost soundedweird to hear his name now. Like she’d been someone else for a second.

“You alright?”

She shook herhead, but said “but I’ll live. What happened yesterday?”

“Got attacked. Adeathclaw knocked you out so I got us here. Your fever spiked and you’re stilldoing pretty bad, so we gotta move.”

“I don’tremember anything.” Brow furrowed, she looked down at her knees. “After seeingthe deathclaw, I don’t remember anything.”

“You were prettygone.”

She noddedslowly. When he leaned down to help her up, she managed to get to her feet,though she couldn’t seem to stand on her own. Her body pressed to his side.

“Either way,thanks. Hope I wasn’t a handful.”

She didn’t knowthe half of it.

He wrapped anarm around her waist to hold her up and his fingers brushed the bandage. She grimaced,but didn’t say anything about it. Part of him wanted to ask her aboutNathan—about what she left, and what she did do or didn’t do or stole orabandoned—but he didn’t. He didn’t say a damn word about it. Instead, hehalf-carried her to the door and out.

“You were fine,Boss,” he muttered. “You’ll be fine.”

[fucktupeftru]

Just spent over 400$ on 2 rugs which isn’t that much when it comes to rugs but is still a lot of money especially when I was rlly hoping to get them locally and second hand BUT I couldn’t find anything that was juuuust right and I need them to be perrrrrfect cuz the living room is almost done. Plus I got a runner for the hallway that ties in all the colours from the different rooms it’s fucking amazing

[geth-consensus]

I was hit with inspiration for a completely off the wall type of short story today. I just had to write it.

Club Smackdown

Rain poured down hard on the city. But the neon glow illuminated it, defending it from the darkness of the night. From her perch on the rooftop she rested on one knee watching the crowds swarming the high class club on the other side of the street. "Vermin" she muttered to herself. She could see even from up here the poorly disguised guards placed strategically throughout the crowd. "Heh. And there are the rats among the mice, time to make myself some Swiss cheese" "Stay focused idiot. You're not here to kill the fucking lackies, you're here to take out the big cheese." the voice in ear piece said to her. "Hey! The rat thing was my pun! Get your own fucking material!" she said furiously back into the piece. The voice simply scoffed in response with a "whatever" thrown in for good measure and went silent. She sat there for a minute longer gauging the situation before asking "You're positive he's in there?" "Couldn't be more sure of it. The club only has this much security when he's in." "So I can expect a hell of a lot more rats inside then huh?" "I'd be willing to bet on it sweetheart." Her lips parted in a feral grin. "Perrrrrfect" she purred. She stood up and drew her dual blades out. She leaned over the side and looked directly down at the pavement beneath her. One very obvious rat stood there, trying to be discrete in the shadows, keeping an eye out for trouble was he? Well then he was looking the long way she thought to herself as she stepped off the ledge and dropped from the rooftop.

Another pissant day he thought to himself, why the fuck was he assigned to stand guard out here in the rain. What the hell were they guarding against anyway? He didn't care. What he did care about was the fact the crowd kept bustling him around and was starting to make him agitated. He really could do with shooting something right about now...

The sudden wail of a high pitched scream from across the street turned his head along with everyone else, the boy stationed as lookout was gone, where he had been now stood a gorgeous blonde women. She was draped in blood. His eye caught something at her feet, it was what was left of the boy, who she had apparently cleaved clean in two as both halves lay on either side of her. 'Good' he thought with a smile, finally something to shoot at.

She didn't wait for them to react, charging forward absurdly quickly she slit the neck of a stunned guard, then another, and another. By the time the fourth one fell the others had finally regained enough sense to pull out there weapons and start shooting at her, paying no heed to the crowd of people who were all screaming and running around, all of which were clambering over one another to escape the blood bath. "HEY DUMBASS! EVER HEARD OF KEEPING IT DISCRETE!" the voice in her ear roared. "EVER HEARD OF SHUTTING THE FUCK UP!" she yelled back, slitting another three rats into giblets as she did so. Weaving between the bullets of morons who couldn't shoot for shit was too easy, boring almost.  They may as well have just been shooting the sky for all the good it would do them. She needed to jazz this up a bit, something with a little more flare was needed. Spinning the blade in her right arm around it wreathed itself in white flames and came back to rest as a silver shotgun. "Ahhh, Petal. That look is gorgeous on you" she purred to it. The gun vibrated in her hand, revelling in the delight of that fact. She raised it and took aim at the nearest cheese muncher, she pulled the trigger. White flames burst from the end with no discernible projectile. But that didn't stop the rats head blasting off its shoulders. "Nice!" she said. "Hey Thorn! You want in on this action!" The black blade in her other hand shivered as well in glee. A quick twirl later and she was now dual wielding twin death. "Real subtle..." the voice in her ear said with expatriation. "Subtlety never won any style awards honey." she said with a grin. She continued to make mince meat of the frankly pathetic security detail until the street was at last quiet, the rats inside must have had the much wiser idea of staying away from the magical gun toting maniac.

Placing Petal over her shoulder she walked over to the iron door that had been slammed closed over the main door and knocked on it with Thorn. "Yo assholes, open up. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way I'll be getting in there!" After a few moments it was clear she was not going to be getting a response. She sighed. "Now what genius," the voice cooed in her ear, "going to blast your way through solid metal?" "What now?" she replied. "Now we do things the hard way. Which just so happens to be my favourite way." she said with a smile of true glee written upon her face.

They stacked every bit of furnishing they could against the door and stacked up behind improvised barricades in a wide semi circle around the front door. He was panting hard, he had just managed to flee inside before they had slammed the door shut. That psycho bitch was insane, she had slaughtered a legion of men without breaking a sweat! But they were safe now! There was no way she could get through seven inches of reinforced steel!

The ground beneath them shook slightly as though a large vehicle was driving by and then stopped suddenly. They sat there watching the door, wondering what the hell that could mean. Suddenly a man popped out from a side room yelling "RUN! GET OUT-"

Whatever else he had to say would never be heard as the front of the building exploded inward as the gas truck the crazed blondie had acquired detonated. Those near the front were vaporised instantly, one unfortunate soul was splattered against the far wall behind the steel door, which to its credit had only slightly crumpled under the blast.

The survivors were still picking themselves up when, as they looked towards the blazing inferno of what had been the buildings front, they saw the silhouette of a figure standing there, a shotgun draped over her shoulder and the other hanging loose by her side. "Told you fuckers I'd be coming in." the women cooed.

"You're absolutely insane. You know that right?" the voice said.

"Bitch probably! But you can't have this much fun when if you have it all together!" she exclaimed while turning rats into corpses. They folded before her like wet tissue paper, it wasn't really even that much fun she thought sadly, even the shotguns couldn't make killing them interesting. "Why don't you try bare handed then?" the voice asked.

"And deny Petal & Thorn the joy of killing them? I couldn't do that to them!" she said incredulously. The voice simply sighed in response. "Just tell me how much further till I reach the dickshit alright."

"Well from what I can recall it's just passed the main casino floor, office at the back of it is usual hold out." the voice said.

"Hold the fuck up I thought this was a club! What kind of club has a casino floor!?" the blondie said like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Apparently this kind. Just keep it focused dipshit. Reach him, kill him, then contemplate why the club has a casino."

"Fuck off bitch! I can multitask!" Blondie yelled back. She blasted her way onto the overview of the casino floor, kicking the rat in front of her through the balustrade and down onto a roulette table. She gazed down to see at least fifty guns pointed back at her. "Fuck this" she said spinning Thorn a rocket launcher and Petal into a flamethrower. Blood, flames and guts rained down on everything for a solid five minutes until at last Blondie was the last one standing atop a toppled slot machine.

"You know those weapons of your are really not very sporting, I believe the kids call it OP?" the voice said in her ear.

"Fuck fair! I'm all about winning bitch!" she said.

"Yeah I know but I-" whatever the voice said Blondie missed as she ducked under the crack of a whip sailing over her head. "Watch out!" the voice cried.

"Yeah no fucking shit dipshit." Blondie said. The whip belonged to a drop dead gorgeous women in a red dress with fiery red hair to match. She stood on top of a snapped roulette table and brandished her whip over her head. "And who the fuck are you?" Blondie said.

"I am your demise!" she said without further elaboration. A full five seconds followed that statement and then Blondie burst out laughing.

"Holy shit! Wow! I've heard some real fucking bad on liners in my time, but you just took first fucking prize bitch!" she said gasping for air. The outburst of laughter had clearly annoyed the red women, who had a vein pulsing in her forehead and her face had contorted into one of fury.

"Ugh, girl. You may want to tone it back a notch." the voice said.

"Or what!" she said as she started to sob laugh, "She's going to bring me to 'bring me to my doom' or some shit." The machine beneath Blondie exploded as the whip cracked it in half sending her crashing to the floor. Still laughing she rolled backward and stood up. "Oh my dear, thank you, I needed a good laugh today. You've really brightened up what was otherwise a rather dreary mission so far."

The ground beneath her detonated in a shower of material as the whip slammed where Blondie should have been, except she wasn't, she was already standing on an adjacent roulette table. "Well darling, thanks for the giggles. But I got someone to kill so let's make this quick shall we."

"Don't you dare underestimate me you harlot! I will destroy you here and-" she stopped mid sentence as Blondie was suddenly right in her face. How the fuck had she done that!? She had been at least 20 feet away not two seconds ago. It was impossible! But that wasn't even the most shocking thing, that was reserved for the full embrace of the harlot's lips pressing on to hers.

A full moment passed as they stood locked in an embrace. Then there was sound of a click beneath her chin as there lips parted. "Pretty good...but I've had better. Thank anyway Red." Then the sound of a shotgun blast was last thing she knew.

"Right can we fucking refocus?" the voice cried in her ear.

"On?" she asked wiping blood of her face.

"You know what idiot! The damned mission!" the voice said.

"Oh yeah! Right! The mission!" she said jumping from the table and walking over to the office door in the back of the casino. Ripping it open she found the room totally empty, except for a gaping great hole that led outside to a back alley. Sticking her head out she heard the screech of tires to her right. She ran down the alley to find a small motorcade of card racing away. "Motherfucker! Running like the punk ass bitch he is!" Blondie yelled.

"Well now what? You aint going to catch him running now are you?" the voice said. Looking across the street she spied a parked motorcycle, she grinned. "You haven't got the keys moron" the voice said.

"I don't need the keys" she said sauntering over to it. Raising Thorn to point at it she said "Start" in the most commanding voice possible. The engine roared to life and she mounted it slinging the guns over her back.

"Words fail me" the voice said with utter exasperation.

"Just role with it loser. Just accept that I'm that fucking good!" Blondie yelled as she reared the bike into a wheelie and raced off down the street after the motorcade.

That damned psycho chick! Twenty years of building an empire gone up in literal flames. Now he was going to have to start over somewhere else, a whole new country was what he needed now. A place to lie low for a while till he could sort all this shit out. His thoughts were interrupted by the flare of an engine somewhere behind them announcing its arrival. "Hey boss. I think that bitch is catching up with us!" the driver said.

"Then do something about it you morons! That's what I pay you for!" he yelled back.

A voice suddenly carried out from behind them, how it could be heard over the roar of the wind or sounds of car and bike engines is a question no one could ever answer. Not that any of those who could have asked it would live long enough to ever give the question much more thought. "Hey fuckos! Just hand over your boss and you can all live ok! I completely totally promise!" it said.

"Heh. She's delusional if she thinks that-" he was cut off her voice again cut over him. "Of course I'm being serious asshole! I always keep my promises!...What? I'm still projecting my voice? Oh...whoops." and the voice promptly went silent again.

She was coming up in the first car fast, the hadn't sopped do she assumed it was going to be the hard way again. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Tearing Petal out she blasted the back wheels apart and car began to screech and jerk wildly from side to side. 

Pulling up along side it she blasted the windows out killing whoever was behind them, a quick glance told her what she needed to know. He wasn't in this car. She accelerated away as the car span of to the side and collided with a lamppost in a spectacular crash.

"Come on dickhead. Which one is you" she said looking from car to car ahead of her. There really only was one way to decide it. " Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" she began to sing.

"Fucking really" the voice said in her ear. Blondie ignored it and kept singing. She settled on the car on the far right and raced towards it. But now the cars were responding, windows were rolling down and gun were pointing out of them. 'Hah' she thought. Like those were going to help them. They opened up as she approached the car as she jerked the bike around dodging them.

"Hah!" she yelled, "Like those are going to do anything to help you rats!" Her mirth was cut shirt as a stray bullet struck and burst her front tire. She was jettisoned forward from the seat and into the air. She somersaulted and landed on all fours on top of the car that had been ahead of her. "Fucking assholes" she said standing up and blasting shots into the roof. The car violently veered off towards the lead car ahead of it, as it slipped behind it she leapt on to it's roof and was met with a hail of bullets buzzing up through it.

They fired straight up as he hunkered down in his seat trying to take what cover he could. There was a dull thud from the roof and then the sound of sliding and then silence. Everyone in the car looked behind them, trying to see if they could spot her body. There was a tapping on the front window, they tuned to see her squatting on the hood of the car. "You rats need to work on your aim. Here, let me give you a demonstration on how to." she said levelling her shotguns at them, She pulled the trigger killing the driver and the front passenger instantly.

The car began to spin violently until it's momentum carried it over on to its side. It screeched to a halt in the middle of the highway. A door popped open and a rat started to climb out. Blondie casually sliced his head off as she sat on the side of the vehicle waiting for that to happen. Looking down into the car she was met with the barrel of a gun. "Dodge this!" a voice yelled and the sound of a shot rang out.

Blondie dodged it. Grabbing the gun she pulled upward, lifting it and the diminutive man it belonged too with it. "Ah! At last Mr Gator! I've been trying to make your acquaintance all evening! It's so nice to finally meet you." He barked at that and let go, he started trying to scamper away. "Ah ah ah. I've waited all night for this." she said throwing Thorn at him and impaling him through the gut into the ground.

"You know in someone's else's story they might now have a long heart to heart, or maybe a lengthy monologue about who I am and why I came to kill you. But we both already know why I'm here and why I'm killing you. So I think we can skip that part, don't you?" Blonide said grinning and sauntering over to him.

"Fuck you bitch" he said coughing up blood. "Who the fuck do you think you are!?"

"Who am I? I thought we already established we don't need to discuss that. But if you insist I'll tell you this. The only person I am that matters to you is who I am right now." she said levelling her gun at his head.

"And who the fuck is that then." he said.

"The blonde bitch killing you." She pulled the trigger.

[cravinggoodmusic]

Day 3: Harry Styles - Fine Line

Recommendation by Me 

If you read my Niall Horan Album review you would be aware that I have this undying love for the members of One Direction. Anything they do I just adore - not because I am fully biased but I just appreciate and respect how hard they have to work to remove themselves from that Boy Band persona and reinvent their own sound! This post is gonna be long so i would get popcorn ready yo!

When this album dropped, I thought it couldn't get better than his debut…. But good golly I was wrong! I heard this album be described as Fleetwood Mac's Rumours but on psychedelic drugs… and to some degree I love that description! From start to finish I was swept away on a musical journey where I felt excited and nervous! This album just proved how he sends emotions right to your very core. What I think is a show of his writing ability is that these songs and this album can be interpreted and felt in a different emotion.

Firstly, I want to talk about the whole musical vibe,70s rock prominent core but he manages to touch on different elements that makes his own this niche  There is this freedom you hear in his voice from start to finish - it is this new found confidence in him and he sings with power and joyful. Secondly, it is not a breakup album which I appreciate. Thirdly, sexuality is explored so much through this album! Fourthly, he pushes vulnerabilities and pushes his voice capabilities soooo much!

It is hard to actually pick one song and it is a lot of pressure to only talk about a few, so I will just talk about them all....

Golden is a banger hit! This is the best opener! Zane Lowe interview is a great interview to watch that describes this song… being vulnerable and open and supporting people so much no matter what. Watermelon Sugar - this is one of the most stunningly complex and delicate songs I have ever heard… this incredible layering and vocal arrangements are heart stoppingly great, there is so much talent in things but not obvious! At first I liked it, but wasn’t gobsmacked - then I listened to the stripped down, acapella version… holy fuck… that last half is an absolute moment. These diverse riffs and notes he is capable of hitting and then mixed with electronic mix, is a combination I adore! ALSO THE MUSIC VIDEO OMG.

Treat People With Kindness. What a banger…  as you would expect with a title like this, it is just a positive jazzy song! It's a song that needs to be played loud! She . that high bed note is body tingling stuff… the guitar component in this song is on another level. This electric guitar is a work of art. Bluesy bass interweaved together wow. I just can't comprehend how beautifully sculpted that song is instrumentally vise. Most songs throughout the album have that ….. The imagery in this song and his ex talking in french at the end is just a nice personal touch… wow!

Sunflower Vol. 6 is a song that manages to capture sunshine in music form. Those coos, the dos, the bas! They are the quirky sprinkles through the album where you can tell he is having as much fun as possible. You cannot be unhappy listening to this song. Cherry is the song that I think touched my heart the most… when the song progresses and the tension is building… His voice portrays that emotion - sadness and tiredness, the one where you feel like pressure is building you're reaching rock bottom - losing someone to someone else and that reminisces! The endings in this song he is creating are awesome and randomly work as well. Canyon moon is a song you can tell he had so much fun making. What I love most is the vocal layering! He pushes his voice to notes that I haven't heard his voice reach! 

Lights Up, loved loved loved music video for this and how it was his first single! Come out with a bang with a statement worthy, truthful and indie moment! His harmonious harmonies and choir elements are all about free and being happy with being you!  Falling is an absolute ballad! It's toned back and simple and raw. It's like a love story that is delicate and recites meaningful memories. Again, this music video is simple yet holy shit is one of the most artistic and emotive music videos I have seen in ages. 

Fine line, was the perfect song to name the album after. This was my fave song on the whole album at first listen so i over played it… still love it but other songs have been beating it. The whimsical components of his voice are stunning and the back up vocals and layered echos emphasise his attention to details. Then those horns come in, which lifts it to another level! Especially being the last song on the album… It's a perfect finisher. PSA: listen to the whole song and those magical last couple of sections with those high pitched notes.

Adore you, is absolutely adorable. This song on a tiny desk is what made me love it more! It is jazzy and upbeat, and he mentioned in an interview that it is finding that absolute bliss with someone. And it is like that.. You Are happy and you are in so much love and life is content! It is a skill to capture so much emotion in one song! To Be So Lonely is one of my tops on this album! Absolutely 11/10! No words to explain how good it is! 

Album artwork. Big Yes from me! His outfit is high fashion and breaks those gender stereotypes. The angle and pose is so fluid and colour combo is perrrrrfect!  I have a love hate relationship with that hand though... I sometimes  do wish the photographers hand wasn’t there but sometimes I adore it as it adds to the artistic expression.

[teamkaiforever]

I was the one who asked for Fuck Away The Pain...And IT WAS PERRRRRFECT, NOW IS MY FAVOURITE SMUT! you're such an incredible writer!!! ❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥

thank you so much ❤❤❤ i am happy you liked it 😊❤

[justanearth-boundmisfit]

½ I am starting to feel Bibros have been right all along. Misha/Cas fans are not even 1% of the fandom. Fans for whom Misha/Cas is more important than anyone else. Misha/Cas fans are mostly Jinsing/Dean fans and wants to ship him with another beautiful man. That is all Misha/Cas is to them. People who want the best for Misha/Cas are truly not even 1%. Jinsing flashed his underwear in Europe. Everything mean he does and says in USA will be excused by Misha/Cas fans because Cockles! the AU Destiel

2/2 Even if Jinsing physically hurts Misha, these Misha/Cas fans will lecture you to watch 50 shades of grey and how romantic it is. Now the same people are even singing new Mishalecki tunes. Jordash punched Misha in the balls. Cockles. Jinsing wants to get rid of Misha. Cockles. Trump tweets Covfefe. Cockles. It is getting embarassing to watch “so called” Misha/Cas blogs trip over themselves for Jinsing but remain Deaf/Blind/Mute/Dumb when it comes to supporting /standing up for Misha/Cas.

Under the cut, for rant extreme, I think this is the longest reply that I ever wrote, so so sorry anon! For the people that don’t like ship criticism, turn around now, don’t read this, I give you a fair warning…

Hello anon. Well I hope you got it wrong on the percentage but it certainly feels like it. And even more, a lot of Misha`s fans that actively defend him are not in the fandom anymore, because they are tired of the same bs. I’m tired of the same bs too. Everything is being justified through the eyes of a ship. I stated this before: maybe is because I’m old? I’m almost forty, and I don’t find abuse or bullying romantic. I don’t find Cas’s death romantic. The romeo+juliet shit doesn’t work on me anymore. Well It never worked for me tbh. And also It’s been years seeing this obsession about ships getting bigger and bigger, to the point of making trying to defend Misha or stand up for Cas, almost impossible. Surely they are still fans that see reason, but they are not in the big numbers. I got second hand embarrassment sometimes. Let me give you an example: Misha posted the picture remembering the victims of Orlando…a lot of people: “yes! now make destiel real!” Wtf?? No respect whatsoever, I have tears in my eyes rn, not kidding. This is not acceptable, what’s the difference between those destiel fans and the most extreme crazy about incest ones? Because I see none. And it’s really sad because deancas was a beautiful ship, a beautiful love story. Now it only brings me, not only pain through the show, but shame, through their shippers.

And cockles ohmygods, this ship! The people of ancient aliens, are taking tips from cockles shippers let me tell you! Everything is justified, everything is because they are sooooo in love, everything is because they are a couple. Tell me if the last sentences can’t also be applied to what bibros think about jinsing&jordash. “But we respect the wives” they say. ok, but do they respect Misha too? Or they only see Misha, again, through the eyes of a shipper? Everyone has a right to ship whatever, but when your obsession becomes so strong, that you start avoiding truths, or twisting them to your convenience, then something is very very wrong. Some people could tell me: “ok, you don’t like it, don’t read/follow/watch! Block!” I truly wish I could do that! Follow Misha and don’t see anything about cockles bs! But is everywhere! In fact It’s really hard to find a blog that is only about Misha and Cas, there must be two or three I’m not kidding. 

And mishalecki, well… Let me tell you a story, when I started getting more into the fandom, about 8 years ago or so, I thought that jordash was really cute and kind with Misha. Not as a ship, but as good friends. Real truth there, that’s what I thought at the moment. But then I started to watch some videos, I started to listen to the fucking prank stories, I watched some panels (just the parts when he was talking about Misha). And then that fucked up Phillip Seymour Hoffman tweet that jordash sent, calling the man stupid after his suicide…It was all too much, something was not right there. The last 2 or 3 years have been the worst. Or maybe I’m more aware now idk. He has this dude/fraternity bro vibe that I can’t stand. I see all the signs of a bully, and believe me I knew quite a few in my life. But his fans justify everything. Everything. The doxxing, the mistreatment, the bully attitudes… when some point out that what he is doing is wrong, is because, we, minions, are hateful!

Look, I love Misha, but the man is not perfect, I said this before, he’s human. But jordash fans see him like this being that can do no wrong, in anyway, no sir, he is perrrrrfect. When you see another human being like that, something is not right with you. Nobody is perfect, and all of us make mistakes, the thing is accepting that we were wrong. Jordash doesn’t do that, his fans are this hateful bunch that can’t see anything wrong following his example, and mishalecki shippers, as usual, only see that, a ship. “But Misha was laughing!” Is the latest comment about that photo op, when jordash is kicking his balls, yeah really mature there right? And yes, of course Misha is going to laugh and let it pass, at least in the view of the fans, do you people think that he is going to start making a fuss about that with his co-worker in the middle of a convention? I don’t think so. Another comment that I read; “But Misha rent a house and they sleep in the same room” So? Never have a friend that is a fucking bully? And you care about them, so you try to do the best? It happens, a lot. Even between full grown ups. Another justification “Misha can take care of himself” I have no doubts about that, but sometimes Misha cares too much, and he receives so much hate, that he can’t even joke about jordash career, that they are preparing the torches…imagining him complaining about jordash attitude? Although, sometimes it shows that he is not happy with some things happening on set. Shippers can find what kind of underwear jinsing was wearing, but they can’t see when Misha is really being sarcastic and doesn’t like something. *insert big sigh here*

Ufff this got so long, as usual so sorry, but well I think you know me at this point. And even with so much that I wrote there are still a lot of things left unsaid. Let me close with a few thoughts: I think that Misha is really tired of some of the situations, it showed on jibcon and a lot of people say that they saw Misha really tired on autos or photo ops. Misha does a lot, above all at this time of year with gishwhes, but I never read so many reports of him being really out of it, not even smiling. And you know when I saw that change? After that fucking gishwhes chat and all the shit they say about his family. And when he wanted to talk about his children at jibcon, jinsing kept interrupting him with bullshit. But all is ok, because cockles right?

I’m tired too, I don’t seem to find a lo of people who cares about Misha and all the great things that he does. There are some blogs out there that are all Misha, but also is one post about Misha and 5 posts full of anti destiel hate. I don’t want that either! And I’m in the fucking middle: a big, big Misha blog blocked me because I’m not a full destiel shipper, much less a cockles one. And the full on anti destiel blogs also block me because I’m not hateful enough. Lmfao! I can’t defend the guy without hating on someone, either I have to hate everything that is not Misha, or just love everything that is a ship with him. I can’t being a critic because I’m a hater. The extremes of this fandom is what is bringing it down. I’m going to keep defending Misha/Cas, until I can’t no more, because sometimes is really emotionally exhausting. I don’t know how much bs I can take.

Take care anon!

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

Ask meme

Allright,  @diascordium tagged me, so I will tell the truth and nothing but the truth *swears in the Star Wars encyclopedia*  Rules are to answer these questions and tag 9 people.

-Are you named after anyone? No, Mom just liked that name. She thought it suited me. And she guessed, yes. It's translated as "resurrectioned" from Greek. My whole life, Jeeeesus.

-When was the last time you cried? Oh I have no idea. It's just happening from time to time, because of the things in my head. And I can cried because of admiration or love for something. I have a weakness for perfection.You know just.. perrrrrfection.. jawline, color in glass, PAINTING oh yessss *mentally lit a cigarette* Pain and obsession. Yes. And I can feel the emotion of other people's feelings. People are interesting. Although they are assholes.

-Do you like handwriting? Yes. It's fast and cosily. But I don't understand my handwriting. That's problem.

-What’s your favorite lunch meat? Any meat. Low-fat pork.

-Do you have kids? *stupor* Well, in a sense, yes. Hah. But I don't think that I will ever be a mother. Maaybe, who knows, but..

-If you were another person would you be friends with you? No. Me-me make friends very hard. Another-me wouldn't waste time overcoming my armor.

-Do you use sarcasm? All the time. To myself and others.

-Do you still have your tonsils? Fuck yes, and I HATE them!

-Do you bungee jump? Pff, I have heart-attack standing on a chair, soo..No. But I like looking down from a great height. Paradox.

-What’s your favorite cereal? Oatmeal squares. I like to crunch.

-Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Yes, if it's necessary.

-Do you think you’re a strong person? No. I exist thanks to my mulishness and bad language.

-What’s your favorite ice cream? Pistachio with almonds! All green ice cream is a gift from gods.

-What’s the first thing you notice about people? Height, smell, voice. I just have poor eyesight.

-What’s the least favorite thing you like about yourself? Desire to find an explanation for everything. Because of this, it's difficult for me to make a choice.

-What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? Black and white khaki, blue socks.

-What are you listening to right now? A quiet noise of the laptop.

-If you were a crayon what color would you be? Blue as hell. Prussian blue. Ultramarine.

-What’s your favorite smell? The smell of a cold country bathhouse. It's a wet, clean old tree. And coolness.

-Who’s the last person you talked to on the phone? AAAA! NO! Phone! Never! But I like talking in skype with my guys. We made indecent sounds and talk about the cosmos and penises.

-Favorite sport to watch? Sumo!

-Hair color? Gray-haired brown

-Eye color? Probably gray. But on the light it's blue. And when I cry - green.

-Do you wear contacts? No, only glasses.

-Favorite food to eat? Food. Dunno, just food.

-Scary movies or comedy? Scary comedy. In our time it's easier to laugh at a horror film than a comedy.

-Last movie you watched? "Bedazzled" 1967

-Color of shirt you’re wearing? Dark dark blue

-Summer or winter? Winter.

-Hugs or kisses? Both. And I'll grab your ass in the process.

-What book are you currently reading? Amber Chronicles by Roger Zelazny. That's my bible.

-Who do you miss right now? My poor old me. Everything was simpler.

-What’s on your mousepad? Haven't. But I would like one, with Deadpool's boobs.

-What’s the last TV show you watched? Our analogue «Jeopardy!»

-What’s the best sound? Cat's purring. Martin Persner's laught. Groaning your partner when he\she come.

-Rolling Stones or the Beatles?  Rolling Stones. But I grew up on the Beatles.

-What’s the furthest you’ve ever traveled?  Hometown in two days way by train.

-Do you have a special talent? Imagination.

-Where were you born? In the "Sandy Venice" on the border with Mongolia.

*phew* Well, I tag @quintessenceghuleh , @fanthem , @tothepit , @chrysantheous , @lucifersbrightstar , @zexlot , @coffeeforseaman , @infernalghuleh @ghost-cirice ,if you like, of course.

[ezhux]

@markiplier @crankgameplays I was the audience... MARK WAS RIGHT , IF THERE WAS ONE PERSON WRITING THOSE FUCKED UP PROMPTS(thank you jackbox.tv....) HE WOULD LAUGH ! Sooo here I am ,writing this experience... It was sooo cool playing with everybody! I wrote the if goo is wrong , I don’t wanna be right(something like that), like thats a perrrrrfect sentence for Mark... I was like :”Hmmmm... what do we have here... OH GOD! THERE IS A WORD GOO! I NEEED to use that ! ” And then I got to date Mark , Tyler(tnx Tyler for the win , I know I was the only one writing you) and I think Ethan toooo ! Sooo it was a crazy experience! It’s soooo fun playing with you guys , AND NOOO MARKK, MY FUN IS NOT MAKING THE AUDIENCE CRY!!!😂 P.S. these are some screenshots from the livestream ,but I was playing on my computer. Ok , tnx , byeeee!💖😂😊