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psych---ologically-deranged · 9 months ago

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I like Andry Berman

Shawn: I don't want to waste my one piece of broccoli! What's the smallest takeout box you have?

They liked Sage Brocks so much in the one scene in the pilot that they brought him back for the show <3

Little Boy Cat is intersex. It has xxy chromosomes.

The Bloggers!

SF: We generally just don't care.

JRr made up the majority of Dazzle & Stretch & the music ones just... put music to it. That's amazing. I love that. (like how the disclaimer song was made by lixian)

HOLY CRAP I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE he stayed in the same key perfectly. I HATE it when people change keys in movies bc they don't hear what's going on. I mean, a semitone or less, fine that happens but I hate it, a third fourth or fifth because the harmony got you wrong, I get why it happens but I still hate it. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MANY PEOPLE CAN'T SING! I mean, I grew up in a very musical family, my parents were together because they did music ministry, my dad learned guitar to impress my mom, I grew up volunteering at seniors' centres singing, I tune my violin my ear, in my head everyone should be able to stay somewhat in the same key, even if your voice trails higher or lower while you sing. I can't even make myself sing wrong. (I do sometimes by accident tho, usually when the jumps are odd & i can't find the harmony, & occasionally I get off by less than a semitone bc the note is just not quite on a place I can easily sing, so my voice slips off that tone into a tone I can sing that is very very close so maybe I'm not as good as I think, but I actually consider myself only an OK singer & musician, so if I'm only ok then I expect everyone else around me to be about the same level. It blows my mind that people are not. I guess I'm just used to being the worst in the room, not to show my chip or anything.

AB: This is one of four apartment buildings in all of Canada that can look like it's in Santa Barbara

He's only the heir to Mushroom Barley XD XD XD

KK: Always some sort of homoeroticism

Copaganda go die. Neurodivergent private investigators (Castle, Shawn, Watts & Murdoch for a few episodes each, Holmes,) you're on thin ice. Shawn breaks the law all the time, wdym the network won't let him break the law? You can enter someone's home without permission & lie to the cops about being psychic (though that's hard to disprove bc being psychic is supernatural therefore you cannot disprove it using natural means; you can't judge paranormal by normal laws) but he can't open someone's mail? I mean I'm glad. Don't break the law, don't let cops break the law.

Initially they wrote it so some homeless guy would open the mail for Shawn or Shawn gave it to the cat & the cat opened it so it was not HIM mail tampering

JRr improv: All the way to the bone!?

Shawn multicultural moments: Mazel tov, dial a psychic!

The one time they didn't include a pinap they had to do a reshoot & added in a pineapple smoothie

AB: Next season we are moving on from pineapple, we're taking suggestions. Mango, maybe starfruit

matt shakman my man

XD he actually banged his knee

Carlos improvised the "Why would you put it on speakerphone" bit which like, yeah this is a stress line (not necesarily a crisis line or a suicide line, just a stress line)

JRr came up with the coconut

Oh this is where Gus gets into coin collecting!

There is a beauty salon down the hall from the stress line

No way Shawn is the only non work friend Gus has... He has hobbies, like at comiccon he was greeted by people...

Andy Berman: If I looked like Dulé, I would streak.

Poser.

When shawn first calls vick: First of all, how are you?

McNab plays guitar

It would be a lot easier if the network let us send in the show like "this week it's an hour & a half!"

DH when Shawn says "maybe you should shoot me" gets out from hiding behind him, subtle good acting

"That was adequate" hhh

Chris Henze: McNab in this day & age is wearing sock garters

KK: Someone tell my husband

I like how mcnab is not a big character but he is there. I read a fic once that included francine & little boy cat.

"If we ever see mcnab's apartment again we should see the cat"

KK: There should be like ten of them, he was pregnant, like "thanks Shawn"

KK: Once again, homoeroticism, by Andy Burman.

AB: I write that & don't expect for it to make it through, but it makes it through you & you're like "yeah set it up that sounds good" & then James'll say it & I'm wondering if there was any discussion at all... but it's great

KK: I hear from the network sometimes, they say "I'm kind of concerned about the overwhelming amount of male love on the show"

CH: These guys like each other. They're "good friends"

AB: Well Kelly has a rule, or three rules. They can hug, but they can't close their eyes.

KK: No that's Henze's rule

CH: Yeah you can hug another guy on camera, but once you close your eyes it becomes a little something special.

DH did that, put Gus' finger in Shawn's cereal.

& then JRr used the same spoon.

#psych commentary 1x05 #psych cast/crew

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official-mr-saxobeat · 5 years ago

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N e way it has been 728 days since I last saw/had any communication from my older brother (and longer for my little brother, but I don't know the exact date bc I wasn't fucking PAYING ATTENTION.)

And you know what? I remember the day. 7-14-17. He told me he'd text me the next day and see me the next week. You wanna know how many times he's contacted me? Zero. He's also blocked me. All because his fucking CUNT parents (can you say: DIS-GUS-TENG) decided for some fucking UNKNOWN reason that our mom, sister, and I needed to be cut off completely. Literal family, disowned with absolutely no explanation. He and I were closer than ANYONE and ALWAYS told each other we were more important than anyone else to each other. He has had so, so many opportunities to contact me. Literally just sending a fucking letter could've worked. Just, "Hey, it's Tyler. Simon and I are ok. We miss you a ton. Don't send anything back." But would you guess what? Nope. Nothing. One of his friends said that he misses me, and is apparently going to text me once he's 18. But a mutual friend of ours (who's closer to him than the other one) said more recently that he hates me now! Neat. Great. Good. Wonderful. Our sister lived in a much, MUCH more dangerous house than his, and yet wouldn't you know it! She has contacted me every single time she's had the opportunity, and risked a lot for it too. Even if she couldn't carry on a conversation, she'd let me know that she was at least safe or ok. And wow! Now that she has a phone again, she texts me all the time! Almost like...if you put in the effort to contact someone you care about, you absolutely can! She's planning to drive down and visit me! (If you're reading this Pauline I love you SO HECKING MUCH HOE ASS HOE!!!!)

I even believe that our little brother would have contacted me if he knew how. He was fucking six the last time I saw him. He's turning nine this August. Of COURSE he can't contact me, he doesn't have a phone or know my address to send a letter.

Anyway. I don't know if I'll ever hear from him again. Lots of people have told me to just give up.

....

Don't they get it...? I can't ever give up. He was my everything. Absolutely everything to me. He was there, always, no matter what.

He has no idea how many times I've cried, sobbed myself to sleep over losing him. He has no idea how much sleep I've lost over him, whether it be from nightmares where he finds me and tells me he hates me and hopes I kill myself, or from not being able to sleep because I had an unexplainable feeling that he might, just maybe, come see me, and I didn't want to go to sleep for fear of not hearing a knock or the doorbell. I'd already gone through that with our sister. He has no idea how many times I've come so, so close to just texting him, telling him how much I miss him, telling him I've changed, how much I wish he'd come back. How much I wish I could just hear his voice. See his face. Hear his laugh.

I don't know what I did. I have absolutely no clue. Neither does Pauline. Or our mom. Not an inkling. I found a letter the other day from them when I was going through boxes. A birthday card. There were long messages from both of them (the cunts) inside, telling me how much they loved me, how proud they were of me and the young man I was growing into, how much they loved having me as a part of their family, etc, etc. Who knew that in less than a year and a half from then, they'd be telling me I shouldn't ever ask about going on a family trip to the beach. But not for the same reason it used to be. It used to be, "Don't ever ask if you can come with us on a family trip, you're OBVIOUSLY coming! Why wouldn't you? You are family, after all!"

Then it was, "You're so selfish. Don't EVER ask something like that. Why would you think you could just invite yourself on a trip with us? How DARE you be so disrespectful!? You should be ashamed of yourself."

I hadn't even asked to go. I had been on every single beach trip EVER with them. They were family, after all. Tyler told me they were going to Santa Monica and asked if I was coming. I said no. I hadn't even known anything about it. So I texted CUNT BITCH (CB) and she didn't respond. All I said was, "Hey, Tyler told me you're going on a beach trip on Monday and Tuesday, did you forget to invite me or should I just not come?"

She didn't respond for over four hours. Which was really fucking weird. Because she always responded to me. So I texted again. "It's totally fine if I can't come, I'd just appreciate it if you could tell me instead of leaving me on read please."

Wow! Would you guess what. CUNT FUCK (CF) (her husband) texted me ALMOST IMMEDIATELY from her phone. The message read something like (I don't have the original texts anymore),

"How could you be so selfish. Inviting yourself on a trip that's for FAMILY ONLY. (Insert rant about how I'm a terrible person and caused CB to have a "panic attack") (and yes, I know putting panic attack in quotations seems really bad, but she faked panic attacks the entire time I knew her, aka my whole life. And they got SO much worse in those last couple months.) You hurt CB so much. You know how much she cares about you, and yet you accused her of ignoring you. How could you. I'm disappointed in the amount of disrespect you are showing right now." (Side note, I went over to his house back in June, CB opened the door, didn't recognize me at first, then said, "Nope, get out!" And slammed the door in my face.)

Tyler came over the next day, we hung out, he left. When he hugged me goodbye he said he'd talk to his parents about bringing me on the beach trip, he didn't know why they hadn't asked me.

And that was the last I heard from him. Friday, July fourteenth, 2017. Never again. I don't know if he hates me. But it certainly seems like he does.

I don't know, maybe one day he'll contact me again. Maybe he won't. Maybe I'll live the rest of my life wondering what I did and why he and his parents hate me. Maybe he will contact me, just to tell me what a terrible person I am and how glad he is he was separated from me.

I don't know.

I just want to talk to him again. I want to tell him how sorry I am for being a bossy prick. For beating him up when we were little (but I mean we're fucking brothers, and that's just what we fucking did back then). For not being there on his 14th birthday. For getting angry when he won games. For being angsty all the time when I was older. For lecturing him about Homestuck all the time. For being in the hospital so much when I was younger (see: being angsty all the time). For spending more time with s/o's than him sometimes. For waking him up at 0100 in the morning in 7th grade. For being so flamboyant about my sexuality for a few years (god, that was bad). For saying TRIGGERED every two seconds. For hurting myself even after I promised I wouldn't. For not being good enough at the piano to play the Animal Crossing: City Folk museum theme with him. For not waking up early when he was over. For not making enough (or good enough) homemade gifts for him. For not having enough random gift days. For not listening to him when he said things I was doing were edgy. For making him listen to annoying music.

For not being a good enough brother.

I miss him so much. I miss Simon so much. I miss Pauline so much too, obviously, but it's different because I've been able to talk with her all the time. I know she loves and misses me. I also have a feeling that Simon loves and misses me too. He always liked/loved me more than anyone else. He hated his parents. He told me so. I was the only one that respected him. I feel like no matter the amount of brainwashing his parents did to him, he'd know the truth. I just hope he knows I didn't abandon him. That I love him so much. And that it hurts so, so much, every day. And especially on Christmas and his birthday. And Halloween. We loved Halloween.

It's 0606 now. There's 41 hours and 54 minutes until it's been two whole years.

I wonder if he remembers the day...?

I don't know.

I wonder if he'll read this one day. Probably not. But if he does I hope he knows how much I love him and how much I miss him and how much I miss our driveway talks in the middle of the night and Mario kart races and pool games and water pool games and snowmen and sledding and writing stories together and drawing maps together and listening to pop songs while making fun of them and playing the undertale song game and playing minecraft and watching markiplier and fighting and cheating at board games in each other's favor and sorting candy after Halloween and collecting shit money from a camel in that Indiana Jones lego Wii game and making characters in that star wars lego Wii game and screaming badgers at the top of our lungs and spinning in circles to the hamster dance and walking home from elementary school and learning Japanese and OPERATIONTWENTYFOURHUNDRED and Sliced and making house tour videos and other fucking stupid home videos and building legos and rebuilding legos bc of simon and REREBUILDING LEGOS BC OF SIMON and planning midnight snacks that never happened and going to the waterpark and going to the park and finally being allowed to go places on our own and practicing singing to you and seeing you at all my concerts and playing Kirby's Return to Dreamland to 100% together and making really disgusting food creations when we were really little and playing with your hotwheels and cleaning my (DIS-GUS-TENG) room together and having random gift days and all your birthdays and all my birthdays and your AMAZING peanut butter fudge banana smoothie (which I,,, still have yet to perfect) and you being absolutely blunt and truthful towards me (except about my drawing skills/drawings which you absolutely loved even though they were terrible) and going through the undertale files to try and hack the end credits so we could get through the mysterious door and having tea parties together with that FUCKING TINY tea set (I have a big one now though) and giving you fashion shows with fucking stupid clothes that were really bad and playing Wii ski together and Super Mario Galaxy together while you were Mario and I froze enemies and collected stars and playing HMTOT and playing Animal Crossing and you selling everything you caught and all your furniture (besides mario stuff, obviously) so I could buy the Gracie Grace stuff (god, I was a cunt) and EOU (YOU'RE AS BLIND AS A WORM) and essentially having our own language and reading jack and annie books when we were really little and just. There's 20,000 more things plus some but I could never list them all. Everything we've ever done together I miss.

I don't know your views on a lot of things now. I don't know what you think about gay people. I've heard that you've called me they instead of he ever since we stopped talking. That's understandable, though. I dressed like a girl and wore makeup and stuff. I was confused. I thought that's what you were supposed to do, as a gay dude. Obviously not. I'm way less out there about my sexuality now. It's not something I talk about. It's not my whole fucking personality anymore. Which is really good.

I've changed so much since I last talked to you. I'm not edgy anymore. I fucking finally hit puberty (GODDAMN IT WAS FUCKING LATE) and my voice is really deep and I've been growing quite a bit of facial hair, which is nice. I don't look like a fucking girl anymore because I stopped dressing like one and wearing makeup and stuff. I realized that being mistaken for a girl felt like shit and tumblr was shit for encouraging that, just because I'm gay. I haven't hurt myself since September 4th, 2017. So that's also good. I've seen the bad things in mom that I couldn't see before. (Even though there's literally. Nothing that should have made your fucking cunt mother and father disown Pauline and mom and I.) I've made more friends and lost a lot too. I've done more writing, but nothing too edgy. I got my shit together in school and I'm going to CCCC starting in the fall. I almost have my driver's license. One of my best friend's moms is the manager at Starbucks and I talked to her about hiring me, so I'm getting a job soon, too. I started learning the piano again, for the first time in 12 years. Since the last time your mom taught it to me. I started cooking more, and have made some pretty amazing dishes, if I do say so myself. Mom and I sent you and Simon birthday and Christmas presents every year. They always were sent back. Except for your 16th birthday. I bought you a pineapple pizza club pin and an orange dad hat with an orange on it. Those are the only things that ever haven't been sent back. I sent a note with them too. Did you read it? I hope so.

I brag about you all the time. Mostly about how smart you are. "My brother essentially taught himself pre-calculus in 10th grade, and STILL passed the class," I say. I then go on to explain that you were homeschooled and your math teacher almost never showed up to the online classes.

I've wondered often about what college you're going to go to, or even if you are going. We used to plan to go to one together. I can't even remember what I wanted as a career the last time we talked. I remember that you had no idea, though. I remember you being really good at coding. Maybe you're majoring in computer sciences? I don't know.

I really miss you a ton. Before she kicked me out, mom used to encourage me to send you a letter. I never did. I was scared. Scared of getting a letter back like the one I sent to Simon on his eighth birthday, or the Christmas package we sent in 2017. Both came back to our house with "RETURN TO SENDER!!!!!!!" written in thick black sharpie on the front. Even worse, I imagined a letter back in your handwriting. I would've been so, so ecstatic. Beyond thrilled. Then upon opening it, finding a handwritten letter from you saying that you never wanted to hear from me again and that you hated me.

It was selfish of me. To not send you a letter. I'm sorry. I texted you twice. You blocked me the second time. It was too scary to me. I should've been brave. For you. Just so you knew I was thinking of you. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I miss you so much.

After I moved back to our hometown, I thought about going to your house. I texted one of your friends. He said that he could text you for me. He said that you said you miss me. And that you'd text me as soon as you turned 18. Tyler, you don't even know my number. I don't know if the guy was lying or not, but I don't think so. He doesn't seem like the type. He said that you wouldn't have him communicate for us. I don't know why.

I don't know why your parents hate me. I don't know what I did. For the longest time, my therapist and mom and Pauline told me that I didn't do anything, it had to have been something between mom and your mom. I didn't believe that at all. If it was just mom, why did they cut Pauline and I off...? But eventually I started to believe them. That was clearly a mistake, seeing how your mom treated me when I saw her. I wonder if she told you about that. She literally slammed the door in my face. In her own son's face. Who she always told would always have a home with her. Who she always told would always have a place in her heart, no matter what happened between mom and her. So clearly I did do something. I have no idea what. Could it really be that I asked about if I had been forgotten for a trip...? Was 15 years of raising a child completely disregarded because I was curious and confused? Again, I have no clue. I doubt I ever will. But if that is the case. If that's why specifically /I/ was cut off (because I know there was something else between mom and your mom that she literally never explained. Literally all mom and Pauline and I know is that apparently mom was "abusive" for years towards your mom, despite nobody ever seeing it, her never mentioning it before I went to Oak Grove, and her saying that she "knew it happened, but didn't know what it was"), then I doubt that your parents ever really loved me. If a simple question erases a lifetime of care and love and bonds and family, then all of those things were never really there.

It's 0737. Yeah, I still use military time. Also, I wanted to do a speech (in my speech class) on why a time system based on 10's would be better for the world. Remember? You wanted that. I couldn't remember the details, though. Anyway. It's 0738. There's 40 hours and 22 minutes until it's been two years since I've seen you.

I often wonder if you think about me. I think about you all the time. Have I faded from your memory? What am I to you now? Am I your brother, your closest confidant, your best friend, and your <>? Am I nothing? Just a faint thought, a distant memory? Or am I your worst enemy? Have your parents convicted you that I'm a horrible person? I desperately hope not. I hope you remember everything. And I hope that you realize that it's been a long time, and we both have matured a ton. Going from an edgy 10th grader who thinks dressing like a girl, screaming "GAY," and looking up undertale AU's are the coolest things ever to a college freshman who finally realized that sexuality shouldn't be a personality trait, being an edgy cunt isn't cool, and responsibilities are actually important is a big difference. I'm sure you've had some huge changes too. You're almost 18. As of today, there's 2 months and 2 days until your birthday. I've been waiting for it for so, so long. An eternity, it feels like. I'm so scared. I don't know if you hate me or not. I'm going to text you. I'm not sure on what, but something. I'll tell you happy birthday. Just so you know how to contact me in case you want to talk. I have no idea if you'll just block me right off the bat. I'm hoping so, so much that Nathanael wasn't saying you hate me.

It's 0756. There's 40 hours and 4 minutes until it's been two years since I've seen you. Error 404 means...something not found, right? I don't know. It doesn't matter.

I miss you. I love you.

Please come back soon.

- E. Nikolas B.

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years ago

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Hello! If you’re not busy with other requests is it possible for you to write William, Nozel, Fuegoleon, and Yami walking in the room to see s/o or crush, who is drunk holding and expressing all their love and/or admiration to a coconut (or something else) as if it were the BC Boys. And what would their reaction to reader doing that. This is actually my first time in sending requests :’D Thank you in advance and have a great day! :)

I'm writing this today, because I was drunk this afternoon LMAO. Yes afternoon after a h2h talk with my bestie. Just thought this would be funny hehe

h/n = HER NAME

I'll do some crush scenarios and some s/o scenarios.. so the length of it might be different!

William | Nozel | Fuegoleon | Yami x f! reader

William Vangeance x s/o

You were seated at the dining table when he got home, holding a coconut, your face flushed red and your words were slurring.

"I wub you so m-much Will~" you gave a little peck to the coconut sitting at the table.

William couldn't help but blush a little, but his heart swelled with affection and adoration. The way you smiled a little goofy smile to the coconut that you thought was him, the way you kissed the coconut gently with your lips, made him want to embrace you in his arms.

And he did. You were pulled to a tight and warm embrace, from behind. Your body no longer had the energy so you just laid in his chest as you looked up at his face, his softest smiles only for you.

"I love you too, y/n~"

"Will you look at that!" you giggled uncontrollably, "the more handsome Will is here!"

You pulled his shirt closer to you, so you could kiss your man.

Nozel Silva x crush

You were at the bar, with your bestie, slightly frustrated at your crush Nozel, who seemed like a wood head when it came to matters of the heart.

"Is he dumbbb?" your slurred, "I've alweady dropped a lot of hintss"

Your bestie, who was Fue's girlfriend was almost at her limits, "Awrighty, I'm calling Fue to pick us uupp!"

Fuegoleon was a smart man. He brought along Nozel, who would have never set foot in this rowdy bar until he heard that you were there and drunk.

And there you were, your head propped on your arm, talking to a pineapple on the bar counter, "Nooozellll, why don't youuu get that I looove youuuuu?"

Nozel and Fuegoleon were just standing right behind the two of you and Nozel's face flushed red upon hearing your confession. He was embarrassed that Fuego and your bestie were here to witness this, but his heart was racing with pride.

*ahem* he coughed into his hand, and the both of you slowly turned around.

"Hi Princess," Fuego gave a peck to the forehead of your bestie, "Hi y/n! Er.. Nozel and I were just around the area when h/n called, so I thought he could help me to send you home instead"

The two of you were quiet as you rode his silver mercury eagle, you were just sitting by his side but you could no longer hold your own weight. You nestled your head onto his shoulder.

Heat rushed to his face again and he felt warm in the cool night.

"Y/n.." he spoke in a low and soft voice.

"Mhmm?" you didn't have the energy to lift up your head any longer.

"I love you too."

Fuegoleon Vermillion x s/o

He came home and found you sitting at his desk, facing the lamp.

"Honey, what are-"

"I wub you my Fue fue~" you spoke to the lamp and giggled, "you're always so warm, hehe"

His face was flushed red from hearing you call his pet name.

You propped your chin onto both your hands, your eyes almost closing from all the alcohol that you drank.

"My love," your man's warm body embraced you and carried you up, "time to head to bed."

"Hmm? I don't waaaant to sleep without Fue" you pouted, making his heart sigh at how cute you were.

"Alright," he stroked your head, "I'll take a shower and I'll join you, okay?"

After he came out from his shower, you were already sound asleep, he smiled as he thought about your lovestruck face as you stared at the lamp that you thought was him.

"what am I ever going to do with you, my love?" he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheeks, "I love you so much too"

Yami Sukehiro x crush

You came back to the base in extreme good moods, but you couldn't even walk straight, because you were extremely drunk. Yami was the only one sitting in the common room, because he was secretly worried about you.

The lights were slightly dim so you didn't really see him sitting there. You sat on the chair, trying to steady yourself before heading up.

"Hey Yyyyami~" you were looking at the watermelon on the table. Yami looked up you with quirked eyebrows, realising what was going on.

"I ruuuvvv you, I weallly weallyyyy doooo" you said to the watermelon with a serious face, your eyes trying its best to remain focused.

Yami had to purse his lips in order not to laugh, but his heart was really filled with adoration at how cute you actually looked while confessing your feelings to him.

"took you long enough to confess huh?" his low deep voice was now beside your ears.

You turned around and probed your head on your elbow, giving him a coquettish grin, "are yoou a maaaannnnn? How caan you maake a guurl confessss"

"Ouch, you're breaking my fragile heart here, " he smiled, and carried you bridal style back to your room, tucking you into bed.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, "can't you just wait till I properly confess to you or something, little dumbass. I love you too"

-end-

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vkinkantation · 4 years ago

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1: actually none

2: pb&j

3: markiplier imscared steam edition which i sometimes end up falling asleep to

4: i don't drink

5: magenta boots

6: lunchables, pizza, my mom's awesome stir-fry

7: according to my father, "wawa" for water

8: uhn??? i havent??? had??? job yet??? sadly???

9: house phone

10: sadly i do not

11: vibing inside as always

12: i dont eat bagels i know im uncultured

13: midnight snacks bc the "brunch for lunch" shit at school was absolutely terrible

14: my mom's pocket dragons mug

15: vanilla latte

16: "i'm feeling much better" (bacterial contamination by deino i think)

17: i literally have only ever drank earl grey tea and i honestly do not know

18: um

19: out of the dust by karen hesse, it's got angst, it's got poem style, it's guuuci to me

20: the only time i ever match my socks is when i wear my black-and-white checkered socks which i am not currently wearing bc they're in the wash so no

21: no but i want to

22: i honestly dont remember

23: thankfully no

24: never seen em

25: i like helping my mom do them

26: uuuUUUH v8 splash coconut pineapple aka pina colada juice

27: heccin fantasy and/or manga

28: needlepointing courtesy of my grandma

29: MASA WORKS DESIGN HE MAKES REALLY DARK SONGS BUT THEY'RE SUPER FUCKING CATCHY

30: fossils or historical objects

31: there is no outfit that i "don't get a chance to wear", mortal

32: sunset colored clouds

33: a birb

34: i have literally one piece of art taped up on the side of my desk next to two poorly cut out printed official art pictures, one of callie and the other of marie

35: smug dance on my back

36: uh

37: rivers for sure

38: U H

39: same as i always dress, oversized unus annus black sweatshirt and "sloppy" black pants

40: vibin on the couch

41: k n i v e s

42: And He Runs by blixemi, plus spicy calamari inkantation and the distortionist by ghost

43: aaaAAA

44: yes

45: "im in my mum's car broom broom"

46: w e f f l e s

47: caramel sauce, a metric fuckton of it

48: no its too squishy and it feels like eating a slug to me

49: mustache girl t-posing and glitching into the ceiling

50: sadly, not all gods can climb trees. i am one of them. however, i can levitate myself to the top if that counts :)

Quarantine Asks: Questions You Usually Wouldn’t Think of Asking But You’re Bored AF

Animated character that was your gay awakening?

Grilled cheese or PB&J?

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on?

Your go-to bar order, if you drink?

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own?

Top three cuisines?

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)?

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had?

Look up. What’s directly across from you?

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general?

Preferred way to spend a rainy day?

What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted?

Brunch or midnight snacks?

Favorite mug you own

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as?

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!)

Fruity or herbal teas?

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless?

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying?

Do you match your socks?

Have you ever been horseback riding?

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc)

Have you ever been to jail?

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)?

Puzzles?

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it?

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore?

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now?

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat?

Where could someone find you in a museum?

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to?

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds?

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be?

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs?

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go?

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with

Lakes, rivers, or oceans?

Favorite mid-2000s song

How do you dress when you’re home alone?

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)?

Knives or swords?

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online?

Name a classic Vine

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store?

How do you top your ice cream?

Do you like Jello?

What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did?

How are you at climbing trees?

#macie does her own asks #because shes bored

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