#biological family is so fucking overrated

[senkuplushie]

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Uh, random vent. Feel free to ignore. I'm only posting because I don't think any of my friends are available to talk at the moment, and I can't turn to anyone I know irl for shit. Fair warning, my grammar and capitalization are gonna be all over the place.

TW: General biological family issues, severe emotional/verbal abuse, referenced physical abuse [it was rare, dw], slightly implied thoughts of suic!de, sorta heavy language

If you're gonna comment something about how I shouldn't feel this way because I'm "related" to them, or how I shouldn't feel this way because others are dealing with worse, just leave [or get blocked]. I don't need that shit.

I can't fucking take listening to my mom say how I should still love my so-called "dad" because "he's my family". No, he fucking isn't. If he was my "family," he wouldn't have abandoned me for some random women off of the street. he wouldn't be the reason I flinch every time someone raises a hand. he wouldn't be one of the main reasons I can hardly ever believe even a little bit in myself. he wouldn't be the main reasons I feel like a piece of shit whenever I even consider asking anyone for help. he wouldn't have neglected close to every parenting responsibilty possible. he wouldn't have spent every second of his free time on everything BUT me, "his" child--no, I'm not saying ALL of his time was supposed to be devoted to me, I'm just saying that he hardly ever spent any of it in that way.

Yes, I understand that my mom grew up in a household with much more "traditional" views/beliefs on family and parenting, and I get that she's struggling to adapt to the changes in those things, but I wish she wouldn't project it onto me. The most I ever get from her when I vent about anything is an, "I know", "you're too young to be stressed," "you're overreacting/over-sensitive," "I had to do/deal with much more than that at your age and I never bitched about it," or something similarly disregarding and/or degrading. Yes, I know she's trying (?) to help, but it just upsets me.

Oh, here's another one of my favorites: "Your brother went through the same thing, and he didn't complain." I'M NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER. I don't hit or threaten to kill other people's dogs just because they were in the way. I don't call other people stupid just because they can't understand something I said. I don't discriminate against others solely because they're different from me in some way/ways. I'm sorry I'm too young to make all of the money for you that he does. I'm sorry I'm too young to help you as much as he does. I'm sorry I can't function perfectly after a week of no sleep like you claim he does. I'm sorry I accidentally tip things over, even if I don't cause any harm to them at all. I'm sorry I acknowledge that I have rights, even if I'm younger. I'm sorry that I disagree with all of the power he's allowed to have over me. I'm fucking sorry that I don't want him to walk all over me and use me like a personal servant. I'm sorry that I realize that all of you are abusive. I'm sorry that I have my own thoughts and beliefs. I'm sorry I'm not a soft-spoken, blank slate for you to force all of your interests and thoughts on, a mind slave for you to own and have complete control over. I'm sorry I didn't enjoy being your personal therapist for your childhood trauma when I was five fucking years old. I'm so incredibly sorry you didn't listen to the doctors when they told you to abort me.

"The youngest child is always the parents' favorite," my ass. I wish people would stop believing that shit and worshipping it like a religion just because it's what they went through.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Stranger things Incorrect Quotes 2

Eddie: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren

Will: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Max : Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Will: Goodnight moon.

will: Goodnight tree.

Will: Goodnight Monsters that only I can see.

Robin: Here's some advice

Nancy: I didn't ask for any

Robin : Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts, and you're the only one who talks to me

Y/N: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Max has been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get her out...

Steve: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Dustin: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Y/N: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Steve: It’s not a joke.

Steve: *sniffles*

Steve: I’m a legit snack.

Eddie: So that’s my plan.

Steve: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Eddie: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Steve: It fucking sucks.

Eddie: That’s not constructive criticism

Robin: How many kids do you have?

Steve: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Steve: Eddie was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Eddie: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Steve: Eddie, you ate a chair.

Y/n, pointing a camera at Eddie : There they are, our sweet baby.

Eddie, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

[creatingnikki]

What 2020 has taught me

1. Those things that seem like content for sci fi or pure fiction are actually things that can happen. To the entire world. Like a pandemic. And to you. Like a seizure.

2. Everyone is sad. Everyone is struggling. In different ways and in different measures. Makes no one special. But you still get to feel sad for yourself and be compassionate towards others. But it's also okay to draw boundaries because you're everyone too. Remember, not special? You're sad and trying to deal with it too.

3. Every job you have will not add value to your life. It will not teach you new things or give you people you'll want to stay in touch with. Sometimes some jobs will only be a season of your life. Even if the season lasts for over a year. It's okay.

4. You know how you thought picking a college and picking a major and picking your first job and picking a specific industry were all the career decisions you had to make? Yeah, no. It's never a one time thing. You could have a job as a marketing strategist for two years and then want nothing to do with it. And then you'll have to make another decision and work towards it. So I'd like to call it moves. It's like chess. You always have to make a move. And it always has to be strategic, yes. But the truth is in your 20s it probably won't. Even if you try. And as long as you're trying, you'll be fine.

5. You may have different sorts of friends like the one you only talk to about kdrama with or the one you met when you went book shopping alone and the friendship is all about books really. That's normal. But irrespective of why and how you became friends with them, if you consider them a friend then there has to be this basic sense of care, respect and empathy for each other. I don't care what people want to say. If you're faced with the worst trauma of your life, the least your friends can do is check up on you regularly. On text. And if they don't even do that then guess what? They aren't friends. They are acquaintances. Social media and quick promises make everyone seem like your friend. But they are not. They are just nice people who will be nice to you for specific periods and then wander away like you are a speck of dust floating in their journey.

6. You speak a lot and write and you express yourself and you’re emotionally mature but oh my god. You still hold in so much. You’ve known that at a subconscious level and over the last year people - experts - have told you that. You have also realized that you make your pain and sadness about pettier things because dealing with them, admitting about them, sharing that with your friends, is easier. You do that so that you don’t have to deal with the real stuff. Because it’s so damn painful. And you don’t know how to do it. Yet. Acknowledging is the first step anyway right? I know you’re confused about how exactly to let go of all this pain and sadness and feel lighter, and you know that talking to people really isn’t the solution, but I also know you’re smart enough to figure it out. 

7. Talking about being smart...you know you’re different than others. Better. Special. Smarter. None of these are the right words. And you never voiced this out until this year because you knew it would make you come across as narcissistic. Some would say it’s because you’re an INFJ. But my mother once said that this may be the first time we are consciously living life but our souls are old and so our instinct and the things we know but can’t explain are because this isn’t the first time for our souls. The connections we feel with certain people, the reason we are so different from our siblings who grew up in the exact same environment with the exact same opportunities, our sense of right and wrong...it’s all because our souls learn and grow with each time and that’s why we are who we are. I think that’s probably how I can explain what I have always felt. That I am living in a different universe than everybody but I have to pretend to be in this one and dumb my emotions and thoughts down. Maybe that’s because my soul has lived through thousands of years while most around me are living their 100th life. Or maybe I’m just narcissistic, who knows?

8. You shift between talking in first person and second person but that’s because that’s how you think in your head and talk to yourself and live your life. You ask yourself things and you accuse yourself of things and you apologize to yourself and you comfort yourself. I think that seeps into your writing and the changing of the voices. 

9. You always genuinely thought that you’d not be afraid of dying. And then what happened this October proved you shockingly wrong. I know it’s not so much being afraid of dying but the unbearable pain of knowing what that would mean to your family. So you have to be more prudent and less reckless with your life and the choices you make. 

10. Regret is not something that plagued you but this year the realisation and pain of giving away your favourite books from your own personal collection to people you care about as a show of affection and them turning out to be ass holes or losers has hit you so hard. So, yes. No more of that shit. I really fucking want my copy of The Perks Of Being A Wallflower back. UGH. With the childhood picture of me inside it! 

11. Sleeping at 5 am in the morning stops being fun or romanticised when you realise just how much harm it does to your body and mind. Literally every single disease and disorder can be traced back to a shitty fucking sleep schedule. It’s not just the hours you sleep but also the quality of sleep and the time you sleep at. So yes sleeping for 8 hours is healthy but not if that 8 hours is from 5 am to 12 pm. ‘Not a morning person’ is just another construct of capitalism and you don’t realise how many industries profit from having you believe that and staying up late or all night. Entertainment. Food. Alcohol. Pharma. Biologically and naturally you are a bloody morning person. And you don’t need 3 cups of coffee to begin your day or your phone notifications to get you to open your eyes and brain to wake up. 

12. Sometimes you really have to stop taking people so seriously. I know the idea of treating people as casual friends or entertainment makes you want to fight that concept but you know what? Some people like Pineapple are ever only going to be good for that. No matter how much they ‘grow and change’. So keep them in the background for whenever you want some entertainment or drama. But please don’t clear up your busy schedule to meet them or send them gifts on their birthday. 

13. If you don’t have the fruit juice or green juice within half an hour of making it then you are losing out on its most optimum health benefits. Or when you remove the white stringy stuff from oranges. That’s where all the actual nutrients are.

14. I am privileged and so are most of the people I interact with. The global pandemic has been hell for a lot of people around the world. Health wise. Financially. Losing people they care about. But I was blessed enough to be safe at home and have a job that I could smoothly do from home and not have a pay cut or 4-hour long Zoom meetings. So honestly when my friends tell me 2020 has been bad I have to stop and ask them why? Yes, the crippling uncertainty and anxiety is not something that can be undermined. But most people I know had very great positive life-changing milestones this year like moving away to another country for college or taking their first solo trip or getting married. So I have to ask them. Because I am not going to agree that everybody’s 2020 and pandemic narrative is the same. 

15. Money gets spent really quickly. When I left my job earlier this year because of personal issues, I thought I had enough savings to last me a year. Full disclosure - I mean to last my personal expenses because I live with my parents. But it didn’t even last me 3 months. And so to use money wisely and buy things that provide utility than instant gratification is something to follow. Also buying one pair of really expensive but quality shoes is better than buying 5 pairs of affordable but low quality shoes that will have a very short life and force you to buy more. I know that higher price doesn’t always mean better quality but sometimes it does. And as an adult now I want to do the whole quality > quantity thing even with things and not just people. 

16. Everyone in their 20s went through a crisis of what they should do with their lives and their careers and it’s not unique to the 21st century and the challenges of today. Whether it was Vincent Van Gogh in the 19th century or Sylvia Plath in the 20th, every single person, as brilliant as them went through the torture of making these decisions and living with their consequences. You may think I picked wrong examples for they both killed themselves but you know what? They were the people who really want to live more than anyone. They knew what life meant. And maybe if mental health help was more accessible back then their lives would be longer and more peaceful. 

17. Telling people everything is overrated. You don’t have to talk about every single thing that’s on your mind or that’s going on in your life. The good and the bad and the mediocre. You have to be mindful about how much of yourself you’re giving away. 

18. Re-watch Suits when people at work feel intimidating because the confidence + negotiation tactics that they show can actually work irl cos at the end of the day no matter in what position you’re dealing with people who have emotions and fears and insecurities and desires. You understand how to leverage that nobody can get the better of you. 

19. You belong to yourself. No matter how much you love someone or how much they have done for you or how much you owe them - you belong to yourself. You can’t live your life for someone else. Everyone belongs to themselves first. No relationship, no promise, no circumstance should make you feel like you have to give up your life and make it all about them. If and when the time comes to die for them, go ahead. Take a bullet. Donate that kidney. Write them in your will. But live your life for yourself. And let them live theirs. 

20. Twenty three was a challenging year. When it started you claimed the age 23 sounds boring and insignificant. Guess it proved you wrong. It hurt so much now. But that only means you’ll look back on it later and see how it added so much wisdom and resilience to your being. It doesn’t mean that it makes all the bad things that happened to you okay. Or that you should be grateful to them. Fuck no. It means that you should be kinder to yourself because at the end of the day, your mind and body find it in themselves to deal with whatever is thrown their way. They have your back. It’s time you learn to sit straight. 

[starswallowingsea]

sanji for the chara thing ofc

The fucking SPEED at which you sent this amazes me.

first impression: Seeing as the first time I read one piece was like 7 years ago, I could not tell you for sure but I think I thought he was just okay

current impression: I am both giving him a comforting hug and killing him with my knife of respect women.

favourite moment: There are so many and I run an entire sanji blog for a REASON but I think when he finally stood up to his biological family for being pieces of garbage has to be up there.

favourite headcanon: Let's see let's see.......... I have many and it is difficult to choose just one ough. I actually really like fat sanji that's been going around recently. I think I talked briefly about it in the tags of one of those posts but weight gain as recovery is so good to see in a character whose whole thing is food and making sure people are healthy and eating right... smth about that makes me fall in love w him a little more

favourite relationship: Sanji & Usopp at all levels. They are so good I love them a lot. They need more good moments in canon gdbless

idea for an au: It might be bc it's late but dancer!sanji came to mind and I think he would be very good at like classical ballet. I would like to see it.

unpopular opinion: For Sanji i feel like all the standard unpopular opinions are fairly popular among the parts of the fandom that have half a braincell so this is difficult. I think my most controversial is that zo/san is overrated but that's a split between him n zoro but also I think it's overrated.

[sunnixsunshine]

Things Saxton Hale does as a dad

• Dad jokes both on accident and purpose

• Father-son fishing trips in a crocodile infested pond

• 100% knows Spy is Scout's real dad and 100% flaunts his role as Scout's father around just to piss him off

• They have some kind of unspoken dad rivalry with each other

• Its... Very intense sometimes....

• Has #1 dad hats because shirts are overrated

• Teaches Scout life lessons

• Like don't taunt the kangaroos when they're already visibly pissed

• Or don't make a bet with your pilot that you can go without a hat and sunscreen on the hottest day of the year

• "Hydrate kids. Don't die for a couple candy bars like Jerry did. Poor bloke made me have to save him and now look at me. In hospital hooked to these machines. Damn you, Jerry. Damn you."

• "I.... Okay. Yes sir. Damn me."

• And don't break into Charles Darling's house through the front door while he's clearly in the foyer

• Smash through his bedroom window instead

• And ESPECIALLY don't punch the hippies in the middle of a press conference

• Tries very hard to get along with his hippie stepson for his wife's sake

• "So uh.... Guns, amiright?"

• "I'm against those."

• "Oh right. How about tiedye and... Cults? You guys have cults right?— hey! Where are you going? I'm really trying here! What if I took this 'hippies off limits' sign down? Malcolm? Was that finger a sign that you'll be back in a minute? Son? ...He'll be back. I know it."

• Constantly calls the base to let Scout know he accidentally sent a box of explosives and NOT his mom's homemade cookies

• Tries to give the boys a quarter of a thousand dollars for their birthdays but Bidwell keeps saying "don't give away money, sir. We're still in debt with NASA. Finally pay them then you can spoil your children."

• Camping trips to hunt down Bigfoot and other creatures to fight them

• Makes his sons film his fights if Bidwell gets knocked out by chance

• Used to do PTA meetings and threaten to throw hands with Debra

• Tries to get Tom Jones for Scout's birthdays every year but recently he seems to of died

• Doesn't believe Tom Jones is dead so he keeps contacting his agents

• He wont fucking back down someone stop him

• Plays favorites

• Scout

• Scout is his favorite obviously

• Tries to make at least one of his step sons interested in what he's interested in

• Why doesn't any of them like to jump out of a plane without a parachute or any guarantee of living?

• Are they not adrenaline junkies too!? All Hale men are adrenaline junkies dammit!

• They may not be Hale men by DNA but goddammit he can't have biological children after the beluga whale incident! These boys were best he's ever gonna get!

• Learned baseball for the boys

• He's horrible at it but he tries

• In turn he tought them rugby and cricket— Hale edition

• He still apologizes for the cheeta bite Richie got during their game of rugby

• Loves his family more than punching hippies or wrestling jaguars

[talkingismylifewrites]

40, Hot Space OT4 angst

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

oh man, you realize the alternative ending would be them not getting back together, right? like, roger would either a) never be able to trust them again b) not want to trust them again or c) die. 

but basically what would happen is roger would throw himself into the cross, and queen would end up dying. it’s freddie’s decision, he just can’t handle seeing roger suffer through dealing with seeing john and continuing to drink himself halfway to death. so queen ends, and roger starts the cross, which becomes stupidly famous. probably helps that freddie and roger make lots of songs together. 

(freddie watches from across the studio as john approaches roger, his hands twisting as he tells him that “daisy’s been saying that she really misses him, and well, it would be good for her if you came over for dinner this weekend.” and freddie is just so fucking tired of watching roger’s kids get dangled in his face and taken away from him while he has to drive him to the hospital to get his stomach pumped. so he announces at the end of practice that he’s done, queen, is dead, and he’s going on his own way. because he’d kill queen, he’d give up everything, if it would save roger. he loves roger more than he loves himself, the money, the fame.) 

after one of the cross’ shows, freddie introduces roger to debbie leng, and she’s like, instantly into him. roger, however, is still nursing a broken heart and trying to keep his family semi normal, so he’s more hesitant to get on board with her. but after a while, he’s not seeing john as much, the wound isn’t as deep (still deep, still needs stitches, but he’s no longer working his way through a bottle of gin every night). so he agrees to go on one date with her, just to grab a coffee. one date turns into another, which turns into another, and another, and before they know it they’re dating. 

meanwhile, back at the big house, john and ronnie and dom are slowly realizing that they can’t actually fix things, but that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. they start to kinda close the wounds together, filling the hole that roger left behind, and slowly, things start getting better. it’s easier to see roger, and easier to communicate. they don’t withhold the kids, they start doing one week on and one week off, and they settle on a custody agreement. 

about a year post the end of queen, vera, their second child and roger’s biological daughter with ronnie, accidentally lets it slip that “daddy has a girlfriend her name is debbie and she’s really cool”. 

(roger kept debbie separate and quiet for as long as he could, but one morning he woke up and realized he was going to miss debbie for the week, and that he knew vera would really like her. so he introduces her as his good friend-- which robbie and vera see right through-- and by the end of the week, they realize, oh shit, debbie’s here to stay) 

it sends shockwaves through the family; dom, who has always been holding onto the hope that they can fix things, ends up having a breakdown; ronnie is like cool cool cooolcoolcoolcoolcoool; and john starts drinking again. it’s rough, really, and they don’t handle it as well as they can. 

meanwhile, roger has finally introduced debbie to his hoard of children and explains that they are all his, and he had three partners and when things ended it nearly killed him. debbie holds him close and promises that she’s not going anywhere, and she’s always thought that bali was overrated anyways. 

and it sucks, really, it sucks, because suddenly roger and debbie aren’t hiding their relationship, and the paps are just going crazy taking pictures of them and accusing roger of cheating on poor dominique, leaving her alone with their three kids (daisy, HA#1, and kitty) while veronica and john have to hold down the fort with the rest of their kids (robbie, vera, HA #2). and roger is getting vilified in the papers, but he doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want them to a) be outed or b) hurt their kids further. plus, he still loves them. so he just kinda brushes it off and keeps working on the cross. 

debbie, meanwhile, loves roger’s kids, really, she loves them so much. and it’s hard, because the kids now have a third “mother” in their lives, and some of them (daisy, robbie) are really rebelling against her while dom/ronnie/john are really hurt that vera in particular loves debbie. plus, no one wants to see their kids bonding with someone else, especially when it means that debbie is proof of their relationship being dead.

it takes them a while to find some solider ground, and then debbie gets pregnant. now, the last time roger was going to be a dad, things fell apart before his eyes, so he’s really kinda shaken at the idea of losing another kid. and debbie grabs him by the hand and is like listen to me: i’m not going anywhere. you are the father of my baby and the love of my life and when i say i’m sticking around, i mean it. so they decide to get married in a small little courthouse ceremony with freddie and jim and crystal as witnesses. they keep it small and private, and they tell the kids later when its their turn. 

this time, its robbie who announces that “daddy’s married debbie AND they’re gonna have another baby”. the impending breakdown is somehow worse as roger never wanted to get married before, and now he’s married debbie. 

dom takes it extra hard, and it doesn’t help that she makes an offhand comment about it to jim, who, having staked his flag firmly for team roger, is like “oh that’s cuz he needed some stability, though i don’t know why, it’s not like debbie’s gonna leave in the middle of the night with their kid”. (they...don’t see much of jim and freddie for a while after that). 

the kids are...okay with the new baby. like, not super happy? but not terribly upset. and when the baby comes, roger is like look kids! new sibling! and again, this whole time he’s never treated any of the kids like they weren’t his, even the ones who are obviously not his (robbie, for one) he still loves so much because he raised them, he loved them, he cherishes them. so obviously little rufus is their sibling, too. 

(they were terrified that the new baby meant that they were getting left behind. robbie had always been told that dom and roger chose to love him, that the moment they knew he was theirs, whether not he actually was. so what if the new baby is proof that roger was gonna forget about his other kids and only love rufus??)

(stupid, really, roger loves all of his kids) 

and there’s drama as well where robbie wants to live full time with roger, but john and ronnie have to awkwardly explain to him that legally, he can’t, he’s not roger’s kid, so he can’t. neither can vera, even though roger is her dad. the only ones who technically could are the ones dom gave birth to, even though john is half of their fathers. and its terrible, and it causes one of the biggest fights between the kids and the parents because they’ve been told all their lives that roger is their dad and now he’s not?? and robbie ends up running away to freddie’s and roger has to awkwardly pick him up and be like robbie, buddy, you’re my son. you’ve always been my son, and you always will, but the law is the law. and i want you to stay with me, but so do your papa and mummy. and so you have to stay with them, but you can call me every day and still come see me. 

vera, too, wants to spend more time with debbie (she loves debbie, it causes a ton of friction because vera wants to be a model and debbie is helping her with that and dom and ronnie are like wtf does she have that we don’t) but she can’t either. and the kids are chafing under the custody agreement and it’s so. fucking. hard. (vera also doesn’t help by tag teaming the parents into thinking the other are okay with her and debbie going to london fashion week together, which sparks a terrible all out brawl between the five adults over custody and “real parents”).

eventually, they also realize daisy, who’s always hated debbie, is trying to parent trap her parents back together, and veronica and dom have to very gently tell her that, no, honey, they’re not going to get together, and it’s no one’s fault, it’s just what happens. there are lots of tears. 

so everyone gets put in family therapy, and they start to talk about what happened, and how to move forward. and it helps! they all start to heal, and they realize that yeah, it sucks, and they’ll always love each other, but what happened can’t be changed, and they’ve all moved on. 

the kids start calling debbie “mama deb” and they implement their own traditions and holidays, they buy a giant house out in the country where they get like three dogs and too many cats, and a cow because daisy was vegan for a hot second and felt bad for one, and HaHa love llamas so they get one (freddie’s terrified of it its great). and they spend holidays and birthdays as a family, and they slowly move past what happened. 

debbie and roger have a few more kids, and dom/ronnie/john end up having another baby as well. and the whole time, they just stress the importance of family: the kids are well cared for, they love each other, and they’re moving forward. 

and, when the kids grow up and get married, roger, debbie, john, veronica, and dominique are all up at the parent’s table smiling and laughing and celebrating the job well done that they did raising their brood of kids. dom/john/ronnie even come to roger and debbie’s kids weddings and graduations, and no one can ever deny how much they all love each other. 

no, it’s not perfect, and there are issues, but they love each other and they love the kids and at the end of the day they can say that they’re friends and that what happened happened. 

and, eventually, they all live happily ever after. 

p.s. vera is the one who finally sets the record straight on how roger was in a long term relationship with her parents, no, no one cheated, yes, she loves debbie she’s her step mom and fuck no they’re not terrible parents even though they were in a polyamorous relationship that imploded. she’s sixteen and fierce and the second it happens, miami gets the urge to buy a costco-sized tub of alkaselters for his ulcer. (it’s name is vera). ratty also looses £250 to crystal because he bet that it would be Ha#2 that would spill the beans, not vera. 

[smallnico]

Does Sofiya like a specific kind of tea aside from just sugary? What's her family like? Why does Dom (presumably) like tropical print shirts? What are Lani's top five countries she would be banned from if she got to choose which ones? What's Chris's favourite sport if any and why? What got Candace into baking? Is she competitive at the bake sale? What are Erol's opinions on sci-fi as a genre? Would Leandro star in a musical and if so what kind? What does he think about musicals in general?

:D

sofiya’s favourite kind of tea is milk tea, but when she drinks other kinds, she adds a lot of sugar and milk. she doesn’t really have a preference aside from preferring less caffeine, as she has a low bitter tolerance and is paranoid about setting off psychotic symptoms. i, personally, know that you need a lot more caffeine than anyone should reasonably digest in order to cause said symptoms, but sofiya does not, or at the very least, she’s so worried about it she refuses to even chance it. 

how her family is depends on which family you’re asking about! her current family consists of the theatre dads -- her biological father miko and her not-yet-legal-unmarried-stepfather theo -- and her two honorary siblings -- theo’s estranged-but-reconnected daughter grace, and beau, a former student of his who he got legal custody of a few years back due to Circumstances. they’re a weird family, the members of which adopted one another into their lives at some point and just ran with it. they have a surprisingly natural and healthy family dynamic, all things considered, with the exception of grace, who is newer and less on board with the whole situation (she really only considers their house a temporary place to stay, though she warms up quickly to beau and miko). sofiya really likes grace and frequently tries to engage her and persuade her to be less mean and intimidating. it doesn’t really work. sofi’s one of a few characters in the group who wasn’t born in canada! she and her dad are russian-ukrainian, with her dad having lived and worked in russia most of his life, and having moved to ukraine after sofiya was born in order to live with her and her mother. sofiya’s dad and mom were in a tumultuous relationship from the start, and it only got worse after sofiya was born, since she was kind of an accident. she remembers her mom being cold, bitter, and deeply unhappy, when she wasn’t having spells of paranoia and intense emotional outbursts. miko and sofiya’s mom split on good terms when she was ten, then he took custody of sofiya and they moved to canada. 

dom does like horrible loud shirts, yes. there are a few reasons for this, but none of them are very compelling: he’s gay, he likes thrifting, he likes that vibrant energy, and they make him feel better about himself. he has about a half dozen equally questionable fashion choices in his wardrobe, and a handful of quieter clothes he wears when he really needs to do laundry. 

honestly, the only reason lani hasn’t made this list is because she’s allergic to planning ahead. her chaos is the sort that comes from impulse rather than conscious thought and self-awareness. i think it takes a lot to be banned from a whole country, but i also believe lani’s the kind of presence to somehow manage to do it by a colossal series of spontaneous mistakes. she has been suspended from school before, and she has been kicked off the bus on at least three separate occasions. if she had to choose a country to be banned from it’d be australia, because she’d think it’d be hilarious to be banned from a country that used to be where the british shipped criminals.

chris used to play rugby in high school. she initially got into it on a whim, but really committed to it after it became the thing to finally persuade her dad to say no to her -- see, she really wants to rebel and used to act out a lot more than she does now that she’s a bit more mature, but it’s hard to rebel against your parents when they spoil you unconditionally. her main sport is now kickboxing, for purposes of self-defense and good cardio, but she’s still a fan of rugby and women’s soccer in particular. she refuses to watch men’s soccer because she vocally thinks it’s overrated.

baking is candace’s go-to de-stressing activity. she’s a fundamentally high-strung person, so this means she got really, really good at it. for a long time baking was the Thing She Did For Herself, though it eventually got folded into the miasma of taking care of her younger siblings while her mom worked full time and late into the night. she’s kind of a duty elemental, though she hates being passively obligated to take care of people more than she hates anything in the world, except when people bring premade store-bought goods to bake sales. (”it’s lazy, it’s lying, and it’s disgusting”, she says. “some of us got up at five in the morning to make sure their homemade cinnamon bread rose and got into the oven in time to be warm for this, you animals.”) she loves her siblings, but literally the second they got old enough to take care of themselves, she left for university and resolved to never have kids of her own. she now truly bakes for herself, though she usually ends up bringing stuff in to the theatre and to parties, because baking a tray of delicious hazelnut chocolate cookies is absolutely no good if you can’t share them with the people you really want to be friends with. she does stay hyper-vigilant of everyone’s dietary needs out of habit.

erol really enjoys it, but only a certain kind of it. they see science fiction as a genre that should be fundamentally humanist, it should say something about human nature, rather than just being fantasy in space or “hey look at this cool robot”. they’ll get snitty and correct you if you say star wars is science fiction (”it’s space opera, it’s a whole and fundamentally different genre!”) but they’ll accept that star wars exists. erol’s more of a star trek kind of person for sure, but their real love of the genre is classic science fiction, your isaac asimovs and your phillip k dicks and your ursula leguins. overall their taste in literature skews toward either “shit you’ve never heard of” (which if i’m being honest, when i write erol, i just make up on the spot) or “classics that you’re allowed to be a snob about”. they haven’t read a piece of genuine young adult literature since they were 13 and read twilight. they refused to admit they enjoyed it for years, and now they’ll defend its place in the literary canon, past the point where any reasonable person would cave to the popular insistence that it’s just a book for teens that blew up and that’s Fine.

leandro fucking loves musicals and would kill to star in a big one. he’s actually a good singer and performer, too, so it’s not a far-fetched dream for him, though round river doesn’t put muscials on very often. they’re more expensive than non-musical stage shows to make good quality, and not all of the cast members can actually sing, so whenever they put on a musical, they have to bring in... the choir.(horror chord) leandro and erol are on opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to the sorts of shows they prefer, with erol preferring thinky highbrow stuff, and leandro being completely swept up in spectacle and drama and performance. he’d make a great phantom, according to himself. in the two musicals round river’s put on while he’s been around, he was billy flynn in chicago, and kenickie in grease. when i did my little heathers fancast (which is outdated, sofiya can’t sing and neither can lani), i set leandro to play jd.

thanks for asking! :>

[yuuri-katsuki-eros]

Viktor Nikiforov is an overrated hack with nothing but air under his thinning hair.

“Okay honey hold my flower while I kick some ass.

First off Viktor is not overrated hack. Viktor is an amazing athlete with a long LONG streak(longer than your dick) of skating and programs that are a work of art. Not only is he a great ice skater, he is a fantastic choreographer. He makes MULTIPLE programs a year but only uses two of those he makes. That is insane! He could live off just choreographing programs for other skaters. God he’s got notes on probably thirty programs from over his career he has NEVER used but would win easily if he did use them.

Now moving on from skating. Viktor is SOOOO much more than his skating, coaching, and choreographing career. He’s an amazing man. Viktor has gone through a lot of heart ache, a lot of struggles, and disappointment for a lot of his life. Losing his biological family, struggling to take care of himself, to launch his career, fighting back homophobia in a very unforgiving country. All of that makes for a very lonely life. And when all you have is tied to a very public job with little privacy he’s done an incredible job continuing to be kind, thoughtful, and hopeful. He’s honestly one of the best men I’ve ever met. He’s a true gentleman.

And lastly, fuck you. Viktor’s hair is not thinning in the least. People know it’s something he’s sensitive about, something he’s worried is happening-a literally fear. It’s not a joke, it’s not funny, it’s bullying and painful for him to hear. Everyone knows how much that bothers him, how worried he is, and embarrassed he is about being worried. Poking fun of that is not okay, at all but people seem to think because he’s a famous athlete it’s okay? Well it is not. It’s pointing out a person’s legitimate fear and blowing it up in their face constantly. It’s annoying at best, at worst it causes him severe anxiety and depression. So stop it. I can’t stand to see the man I love continued to have a fear of his poked and made fun of.

You’re an ass. You’re mean and a bully. So kindly fuck on off to whatever dumpster fire you crawled out of and stay there until you can act like a CIVIL adult and treat people with respect-even if you don’t like them. But I can’t understand why, Viktor’s not perfect but he’s a good person who tries his hardest to be good to everyone. I doubt he’s done anything to earn such disrespect from some rando.

Fuck off.”

@vkusno-viktor

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #200

tw for abuse.

If you’re pale, do you get made fun of for it? No. Are you white/black/asian/mexican/etc? White. Ever been to Washington D.C.? Did you get to meet the president of the time? I've driven very close to it, but no. Ever been to NYC Or LA? If so, how were your experiences there? No. Were you adopted? If so, have you met your biological parents? How about biological siblings or grandparents? N/A Ever had an abusive parent or other family member? If so, what’s the worst they did? No, thank Christ. Are either of your parents engaged but not married yet? No. Do you like older or younger siblings better? I have both, but. Hypothetically, if I had to choose one in general (not picking between my real sisters), probably younger. Ever had to take care of a baby sibling? If do, did you feel responsible, or were you just annoyed? No. We're 2-3 years apart, so there's never been a situation like that. Have you ever had a close friend get knocked up early? Can we not say "knocked up." No. Do you prefer baby boys or baby girls? I mean it depends on the kid, but I believe boys have less of an attitude. Are you one of those losers that buys things with the letter of your name? Well they're not "losers?" But whatever, no. I don't see the appeal at all. Have you done any form of martial arts? If so, what? If not and you want to, which one(s)? No, but I'd like to learn some form of self-defense. Would you be willing to let someone you know die if it means you can save an entire village? Lol this is such a Life Is Strange question, don't do this to my emotions. It depends on the person. If you were to write a letter to your future self, what would you say? Something about absolutely never giving up, regardless of the struggle. What are your thoughts on cults? Do you know anyone who has joined one? To my understanding, not all cults are bad... I think. If there are harmless ones, go for it, dude. Whatever you wanna believe. I knew a guy back in school who created one. What is a character trope that you really dislike? (For example, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl) The bitchy, germaphobe priss. Are you a fan of steampunk? If you don’t know what it is, would it be something you’d be interested in looking into? Hell yeah. What was the first job that you ever held? Do you remember how much you were paid (if you’re comfortable sharing)? Sales associate at GameStop. Idr. Would you say that you’re good at understanding people with accents (especially those who don’t have standard Anglo ones)? Most, save for severely southern. And I live where that accent is commonplace. How do you feel about anarchy? Let's not. Society would crumble in days. If you have any, who’s your favorite music artist from the 1970s? Probably Van Halen, but ugh, I love SO MANY metal/rock bands from that era. Do you think travelling is something that every young person should do to gain life experience? I'd say so. See that the world is more complex and varied than you'd think. When was the last time you listened to new music? I've been listening to new In This Moment songs periodically. Listened to "Blood" a few days ago. What word spelled out looks weird to you? Oh, I'm sure there's plenty. Do you require “closure” after things like break-ups or do you move on easily? I've only had one serious break-up, and I didn't even begin recovery until we had our final conversation over a year later that helped me reach closure. Is there a genre of movie that you just can’t watch? Musicals. Do they count as a genre? What was the last song to give you nostalgia? Hm... I"m blanking. But I know something did pretty recently. Have you ever had a conversation with a cab driver? Never been in a cab. Do you have any shirts from vacation/tourist locations? From beaches, which I never wear. I've only received them as gifts. What is one place you would like to go back and revisit? Chicago. Which would you prefer: a homemade gift, or a store-bought one? Homemade mean more to me usually, but as a gift, it obviously depends on what it is. When was the last time you were “under the influence?” I last drank uhhhh. I think at Sara's when her dad almost made me an alcoholic because holy FUCK bartending skills Jesus fucking Christ. How regular of an occurrence is this? Very rare. Have you ever had a relationship last for a year or longer? Twice now. What ended it, or are you still involved? We know the Jason story; Sara and I are still together. What’s the best time you’ve had at a high school sports game? Ugh, I never had a good time. I was just forced to go because Ashley was a cheerleader. If you’re out late, where are you likely to be? I couldn't even try to tell you the last time I was out late. Do you ever visit your mall’s arcade (if it has one)? Ours doesn't have one. Shirts with sarcastic sayings: yay, or boo? Yay. If “yay,” do you have a favorite? Bring Happy Bunny BACK TO THE FOREFRONT OF SOCIETY. If you lost the use of your limbs, would you still want to live? Eh, if it was just one leg, sure. What’s your absolute favorite topic to discuss? Weeps Markimoo. What is your least favorite topic to discuss? Politics and economics. When was the last time you played hide-and-go-seek? I played with my niece and nephew a few months back. They always hid in the same spots, lmao, but of course you gotta go along with kids, so I could "never find them." Where was your favorite place to hide? As a kid, I aaalways climbed into the toy box. Do you have a library card? Do you use it? No. Do you cuddle with your pet (if you have one)? Yup. What college did you want to attend as a kid? NC State. Was that still your choice when you grew up? Well, it didn't have the major I chose back then, but now that it does, that's probably where I'm transferring too after I get my pre-requisites. What sports star or athlete did you aspire to be like as a kid? None. How many colleges did you attend? Two so far. Going to a new one when I get my goddamn transcript from my cesspit that is my last school. Why did you choose the shirt you have on now? It's just a plain, gray tank. I wear tank tops to bed. Is marriage overrated? No? At this point in your life would you want to start a new career? I haven't even begun a career yet. Growing up what were your favorite cartoon characters? OKAY SO EMBARRASSING SECRET I'VE LITERALLY NEVER REVEALED. I was crazy for Ash Ketchum, and when I was young, I added daily to a story I wrote about being a Pokemon trainer; I didn't have Pokemon games because I was too embarrassed to ask back then, so I resorted to making it up. I filled up literally 3+ journals. Back to the main topic, far into that story, Ash became my boyfriend lmfao. Oh man, just answering this brings back such cute memories. Charmander-Charizard was my best friend and look it was just cute okay. What do you think has changed about you since you were a teenager? I'm way shyer. Looking back at high school were they the best years of your life? No. Were you the type of kid you’d want your children to hang out with? Yeah sure, I was genuinely a good kid. Do you look like your mom? Some say. When was the last time you overslept? I can't oversleep when I never have shit to do. What would you do if you could do anything without failing? Skydive, maybe? Do you use your phone as an alarm? If I need an alarm for whatever reason. What country do you live in? The United States. What is your native language? English. If you could meet any famous person (dead or alive) who would you meet? Take a guess. Do you have any piercings? Eight. Do you judge people that have multiple piercings? Fuck off. Do you dress up on Halloween? I WISH I could. I can't afford to buy shit to throw together as an outfit, nor do I do anything special that day, so. It's just a waste of time, save for taking a picture. Do you watch the Olympics? No. Do you like orange juice? So long there's not pulp in it. Have you read the Bible? Very little of it. Do you have a pet gecko? No. Are you scared of reptiles? Not at all. Have you ever seen the show 16 and Pregnant? Take that shit off television. No. Do you like cinnamon on your apple pie? I hate pie. Do you clap or cheer when at a concert? Well duh. Do you use a comb or brush? A comb. Do you eat the crust of your sandwiches? That's what I eat first since with food, I'm always the type that saves the best for last, and while I don't mind it at all, crust is the "worst" part. When you were younger, did you ever do that exclamation point that looked like an upside down triangle and had a really big dot? No. What are you listening to right now? "Whore" by In This Moment. Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Hell yeah I have, don't even @ me, salmonella. Name a city that starts with A in your state/province etc. Asheville. Name a landmark that starts with M in your state/province etc. Idk. When was the last time you gave a horse a carrot? Boy, I have no clue. Have you ever had to shovel snow? No. What mountain ranges have you seen? Appalachian. Where would you most like to go in your state, etc that you haven’t been? THE ABANDONED WIZARD OF OZ-THEMED PARK. Deadass might get married there, jc. Has a wild animal ever been loose in your house? Mice. What do you like the songs you listen to to be about? I'm big on things dark-themed, especially in like some fantasy or hypothetical situation, or covering sensitive topics in a beautiful way. When was the last time you said ‘yay’? Yesterday when Sara updated me on her weight ahhhHHHHHHH she's getting closer and closer to a healthy one. Would you be a newscaster and speak to everyone in a hurricane? Hell no. Have you ever seen or touched an iceberg? No. Do you use a toaster or toaster oven? Oven. Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with? I think Girt when we were watching TV one day in Nicole's room. Would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? Rottweiler! Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? Yeah. Where was the last place you stayed over? Sara's. Do you know anyone that owns horses? Not well. Think back to the last time (or a time) when you were in a fight with someone and just blurted out exactly what was on your mind. Did you somewhat regret saying what you said? What happened? When Mom hit me for a completely uncalled-for reason (I can't actually remember what it was, other than it was stupid as hell) last year, I said, "Oh, I can't wait to tell Alyssa (therapist) about this one," and she didn't reply or say another word to me for like hours, maybe not even that night. No, honestly, I don't regret it. You don't slap your fucking kid. Towards the end of your last relationship, how did you know it was over? How did you and your significant other change towards each other? (ex. not calling each other babe, baby, etc.) I wasn't opening up to him any further after four months, and I just didn't feel a romantic connection. I wasn't comfortable. We didn't change much, really, just that we no longer hold hands and he doesn't kiss me obviously. We went back to exactly how we were before, thankfully. Have you ever had a significant other NOT believe you when you said “i love you” to them? Why was that? How did you react? No. Do opposites really attract? Have you ever experienced this? Explain. Sure, for some people. I've never been too attracted to someone too different from me. Has anyone close to you ever drifted away because they started hanging out with a new crowd? Did you try talking to them about it? What eventually happened? Story. Of my goddamn. Life. And only one, my former best friend. Just last year I finally reached out to her, and I guess we're "friends," buuut she only talks to me on her watch. I won't get into that. Have you ever found yourself heading on the wrong path? What happened? Probably, but idr. When did you last not feel accepted? Why did you feel that way? Ha, I'm sure recently. I just about always feel like that. Has anyone had to take your drink from you because you were drinking too much? How did you react? No. What’s your opinion on the world relying on technology too much and not paying enough attention to natural resources? Eek, there're positives and negatives. I totally believe it's possible someday for the singularity to happen, yet at the same time, technology is an almost perfect approach to many tasks, menial or complicated. Have you ever felt like it was just pointless to cry? Did you hold yourself back from crying or did you let it out? Sure, probably. I usually hold it back, typically far more frequently than I should, although on most occasions, crying just doesn't come. I just get a tight jaw and everything. Have you ever had a love/hate relationship with someone? Tell me about it. Meh, Colleen many times. I'm not delving into that story again. Has your pride ever gotten in the way of admitting that you felt weak or were in pain? How so? No. Whose lies have affected you the most? Jason's, although I'll give him enough credit that at the time of making them, he probably meant most/all of them. But they were still lies and broken promises. Have you ever dreamt in another language? No. Who was the last person you met and instantly liked? What about the last person you met who you immediately disliked or got bad vibes from? Hm. Oh, the girl who was in VR class with me. She loved my tattoo, so that sparked a brief convo, and she had awesome ones too. In class, she was funny and relatable and just in general had a very approachable personality. I wanted to talk more to her, but. Shyness and anxiety. ;_; For the other half of the question, I'm uncertain. I'm sure it was some man with my paranoia and distrust. What’s the most interesting news you read or received recently? What about the most depressing? I don't pay much attention to the news unless I just scroll past something on Facebook... and nothing's really coming to me. Ah, checked my FB real quick and I recently shared something about this crow couple that have been together for 12 years; the female has a broken beak, and her mate always feeds her. The most depressing was certainly a dog that was left out in the snow up north, and he was found dead and pretty much frozen in his doghouse. Pretty sure the owner was arrested. Thank fuck for the new law regarding pets being out in the cold. Would you let politics get in the way of a relationship? It would have to be a SERIOUS difference on a major matter that revealed deep, core beliefs. What is one thing someone could say that would automatically make you distrustful of them? I wouldn't mention you have a criminal record around me. I don't care what for unless it was seriously bullshit. What is one way in which you need to learn to control yourself? I need to STOP jumping to conclusions and becoming super defensive when I feel I'm in serious danger of being hurt emotionally. Do you have any friends who are on and off with bfs/gfs all the time? No. When was the last time you almost cried out of exhaustion? It was that and embarrassment. When I was at the airport to go home after visiting Sara, I fucked up in understanding the gate shit, carried my heavy bag ALL the way to the end, ALL the way back to the beginning, and then ALL THE FUCKING WAY BACK when I found the screen that told me my gate. At this same time, my knees were in awful condition and of course the sweating situation was goddamn humiliating. I'm very, very surprised no one asked if I was okay; I can only imagine how contorted and pained my face was, aaaand yay excessive sweating, I was literally soaked. I was very close to crying that day. What's a TV show you hate missing? None. The only situation where I'd be like that is if Meerkat Manor returned. What's a movie/book/TV show/band/whatever you highly recommend? Movie: Forrest Gump; book: Johnny Got His Gun; TV show: The Good Doctor; band: Otep is too underrated. Who taught you to tie your shoelaces? Dad first taught me the "wrong" way, then Mom corrected me in how you should properly do it. What's your favorite picture of yourself as a child? *shrugs* What is something people are surprised to hear about you? I've been told by many people that they're surprised to learn I have just about debilitating social anxiety. I always think I cover it awfully, but apparently I've adapted well enough to it that I can fake comfort decently, I suppose. What was the last bug you saw? Probably a fly, idk. Are there any people you know in real life that you only talk to online? Not off the top of my head... Is it cruel to keep a dog in a cage or tied up most of the time? No shit. About what things are you most selfish? Alone time. I need it. Are you camera shy? Why/why not? Yes, because odds are I will look like a blobfish out of water trying to smile but only succeeding in looking seriously high. What is the worst thing a former boyfriend/girlfriend has done to you? Dropped me like a boulder into a canyon and dashed off with zero intent of breaking up even nearly appropriately. Was anyone rude to you today (or yesterday, if you’re taking this early)? No. What was your favorite sleepover game? *shrugs* Have you ever swore in church? Possibly? Do you have memories from preschool? Some, yeah. Particularly of Christopher and some boy whose name I can't remember being pretty much obsessed with me and always chasing me in recess to hug the fuck out of me and apparently the other boy got in trouble all the time for trying to kiss me. Kinda recently in therapy we dug into my extreme fear of men, people being behind me, and rape (it's too a seriously unrealistic degree), and we think this mighta just been what sparked those fears so early. I also remember I was talkative at nap time, I brought the movie Antz for us to watch and everyone hated it, and I once brought my Snorlax plushy for show-and-tell. I remember making a gingerbread man tree ornament, too. Do you celebrate Earth Day? No, I never really know what to do. :/ I'd love to do even little things like pick up litter, but walking here is pretty dangerous, and we're also in a spot where you' seldom see anything. What is your least favorite thing about your full name? I hate my last name. What’s your favorite kind of Poptart? The chocolate sundae one or whatever it's called? What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? A sandwich. What does your room look like when you sleep? Still kinda bright with Venus' and Kaiju's lights, Roman is usually in here with me, and Teddy is sometimes. Are your fingers long, or short? Mom always tells me I have Grammy's "long piano fingers." *shrug Do you like your grandparents? She reeeaaally gets under my skin a lot of times, but yeah. Do you like to fly on planes? If I'm at the window seat. What brand name do you think is just way over the top expensive? I'unno, lots. PLENTY of designer clothes shit, though. Like the fuck, most of those things I see are hideous. Do you find it hard to concentrate in really loud places? Yup. Do you tend to get more sleep on the weekends the during the week? They're the same for me. Are you comfortable talking to strangers? No. What’s the most boring game to exist? Why do you dislike it so much? I mean idk. Do you mean board games, card games, video games? I can tell you right off the bat I'm not a card game fan, almost ever. Do you lie about not having extra pens, so you don’t have to lend them? I don't believe I ever did. What’s your favorite YouTube video? What’s it about? Oh boy, I couldn't tell you. Do you get nervous when you’re about to get a haircut? No. What do you do to pass the time when you’re waiting for something? Mess around on my phone. Whenever you take pictures, do they always end up posted on Facebook? No. Can you name something that makes you feel nostalgic from each of the following: a scent, a sight, a sound, a taste, and a feeling? Breakfast cooking (scent), tobacco fields (sight), whippoorwills (sound), those smiley face french fries (taste), excitement (feeling). What is one small thing your significant other does that makes you happy? If you are single, what is one small thing a friend does to make you happy? I love seeing her spaz over something cute lmao. If you could have a dollar for every time something happened, what would it be? Someone pointing out how many meds I'm on. What is something that you wish more people in your life were interested in (a topic, a hobby, etc.)? Ummm idk? What is a feel-good song that you’ve been listening to lately? Well, Epica's "Sacred & Wild" cover always pumps me up a bit. What are some things you enjoy seeing pictures of? m a r k, meerkats, Pyramid Head, Mom legitimately smiling/laughing, Sara with her babies... lots more. Who is somebody from your past that had a big positive impact on you? What would you say if you could speak to them right now? Two of my previous teachers. They always had life lessons to teach and not just English. Have you ever bought something recommended by an ad before? What was it, and were you happy with your purchase? I'm not sure. What is a website that you visit frequently that isn’t a form of social media? Wikis I help edit. Do you watch The Big Bang Theory? I don't watch TV, but if it's on, yeah, I enjoy it. Do you ever listen to country music? No. From inside of your house, how many doors lead outside? Two. Who is the most complicated person in your life right now? Me. Do you still wear armbands or rubber rings in the pool? No. Are you one of those people who talks to everyone when you’re out? Definitely not. What would be your ideal pet? Something very affectionate, calm, and in tuned with my emotions. Are there any websites you just don’t see the point in? I'm sure there's something. Have you got anything you’ve had since you were a baby? Stuffed animals. Mom maybe has my pacifier somewhere. Is there anyone you’re really jealous of? Envious, rather. Do you hit electronics when they don’t work? No. Do you dislike any certain group of people? Well yeah, like rapists and pedophiles. But "hate" is far more suiting. Have you ever bought anything you really wanted, only to never use it? Maybe? I never really have my own money to buy things myself. Are you scared of fireworks? No. What was the last flyer someone gave you for? No clue. Do movies/books inspire you to change your life in any way? Johnny Got His Gun furthered my will to be a pacifist. Do you read movie quotes even when you haven’t seen the movie? No? What does your favorite bag look like? It has a macabre owl/spider design. Do you customize your possessions? Not usually. What’s a smell that makes you feel ill? (besides the obvious) Gasoline will usually give me a headache if I'm dealing with it long enough. Do you get lonely easily? Yeah. Is your car older than a 2000? I don't have my own car. Where was the last place you wrote a check to/used your debit card? I don't have a debit card. Nor have I written a check. What was your favorite board game as a child? I loved Mall Madness believe that shit or not, there was a Cranium fair thing I adored, I loved Clue a lot when I was old enough to understand it, and I was crazy about this The Crocodile Hunter game too, which I've kept for nostalgia purposes, even though it's been broken for a long time. Who was the last person to give you flowers? I think Tyler. If a stranger asked you to take a picture with them what would you do? That's a big 'ole spooky nope. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Absolutely Internet. .-. How many times have you been to a museum? A handful, I guess. Would you rather be a panda or grizzly bear? A panda. Do you like BBQ sauce? Omg NO. Have you had sex in the past 3 weeks? Well, lesbian intimacy. Do you regularly experience pain in any part of your body? My knees. Did the last person you kissed ever give you a hickey? No. Do you have to see something to really believe it? No. Do you believe everyone is gifted with something? Eh, I dunno. Have you ever been busted for under age drinking? No. Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. What is it called? What does it look like? I have a stuffed moose on my dresser named Brownie. He's all brown and lying down. What’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? Who knows. What’s your favorite myth? The one of the Jersey Devil. Have you ever used a Ouija board? I am. SO curious. But too afraid to fuck with them lmao. Are you planning on getting tattoos? Which ones? Oh, hunny. I can at least say my next one is most likely to be the Shadow of the Colossus sigil designed as if it's stamped into the ground on my left hand. Do you read comics? What are your faves? No. Do you have any apple devices? If so what have you got? An ancient iPod nano and my old iPhone. Have you ever said something that you instantly regretted? Very likely. Do you get upset when a pet fish dies? I haven't had a fish in forever, but I never really bonded with any I did have as a little kid. Are you a soprano, alto, tenor or bass? A tenor probably, or alto? Do you bruise easily? Extremely. One reason I got tested for anemia (which came back negative). Do you know anybody who is afraid of clowns? Lots of people. Have you ever seen a zebra? At a zoo. Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yup. Then we couldn't have them in high school for whatever reason. If you could do magic, what is the first spell you would learn? Healing. Do you hang toilet paper over or under? Whichever way it just happens to be positioned in my hands when I pick it up. When do you feel the most confident? If a situation arises where my meerkat knowledge needs to be spilled lol. What makes you laugh? Unexpected but funny things destroy me the most. Then of course there're actually good jokes and/or sarcasm. What movie quotes do you use of a regular bases? None. What’s the craziest conversation you have ever eaves-dropped on? No clue. What’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild? I saw a perched owl in the woods while fishing years ago; don't remember what kind, though. It was so cool though, it stared right at us while we rowed past. Also quite sure I got a quick glimpse of a mink along the distant bank while also fishing. What do you wish you knew more about? Politics, so I could actually play a knowledgeable role in it by voting in confidence and such. Do you carry hand sanitizer every where you go? Yes. Do you use your fingers to do simple math problems? Yuuuup. Do you wear foundation? Literally only if I'm trying to look my absolute best. Otherwise, god no, I hate how it feels. Do you get self conscious when wearing a bathing suit? Don't even get me started. What makes you distracted? Music, TV, talking... basically dynamic sound. Do you wear really dark eye liner? I only ever wear black. Are you a fan of Justin Bieber? No. Does your hometown have bad memories attached to it? Yeah, some. How many subscribers do you have on your YouTube channel? Idk. Does snow and ice ever got on the inside of you window panes? I don't think so? What do you do for pain? Soldier through it, take meds, use a heating pad or cold washcloth/bag of ice depending on the type of pain, try to sleep to let it hopefully pass or alleviate. What type of lotion do you use? One for dry skin. What were your favorite clothing stores in high school? Hot Topic and rue 21. Name a YouTuber whom you think acts shallow and superficial. I'm sure there's plenty, like say, the Paul brothers. Do you know anyone who has twin babies or toddlers? A woman I vaguely know through dance has twins. If so, what are their names? Idr. Would you ever want to have twins? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST NO If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? Burnt orange. What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? "Nobody's Home" is still incredible. Have you ever done something and been afraid of getting caught? Yeah. Have you ever had a bedroom that had wallpaper on the walls? I think the house I grew up in had it... Would you ever hitchhike? Why or why not? No, because I don't trust strangers for shit. What color is your stapler? Black. Do you have a desk that you sit at in your room? No. Have you ever completed a weight loss program? No. What was the last thing you were mad at a doctor about? OHHHHH, THAT STORY AGAIN?????????????? Where you live, is it possible to get sunburned&frostbitten in same week? Pretty much. Is your mother a lesbian? No. Are you part Swedish? No. Are you planning to travel outside of your country in the next 6 months? I doubt in six months. Do your parents live in the same city as you? Dad doesn't, but I live with Mom. What genre of books interest you the most? Fantasy. Do any of your close friends NOT have a Facebook account? Yeah, I think. German type foods: delicious or disgusting? I don't really know their cuisine. If you had your way, what color(s) would you dye your hair? I've seen a gorgeous pastel rainbow design on short hair before, and I my GOD I want. Do you like seafood? If so, what is your favorite? If not, what is your favorite type of food? UGH no. I do, however, like shrimp. But that's it. Have you ever eaten a veggie burger? Yeah, it wasn't that bad. I had Burger King's during my vegetarian juncture. If you could master any sport, which one would you choose? Dance. If you could meet any major political figure, who would it be? What would you say to him/her? Meh. Do you play any unique instruments? No. In school, did you take any classes to learn how to play any instruments? Flute, yes. Then after I got my lip pierced, I was moved to the percussion section to learn shit in like two days. Basically, I was useless 'til I realized I could position my lip on the mouthpiece where the ring didn't affect the flow of air much. I later got to a point of taking it out for every band class, though. Idr why; instructor probably wanted me to. Did you actually pay attention in Spanish class? I didn't take Spanish. If you drink Monster, what is your favorite flavor? If you don’t drink Monster, why not? None, because it tastes like literal poison. If you had/have a Club Penguin account, how old were you when you got it? No clue. What religion/spiritual path intrigues you the most, if any? Wiccan. What ancient culture intrigues you the most, if any? I don't remember any well enough to answer here. Are/were your parents hippies? I don't believe so? Would you ever consider getting dreadlocks? Oh lort no. If you had a baby boy right now, what would his middle name(s) be? Victor or Vincent, probably. What heritage does your last name imply? Scottish. How about your middle name? French. And first? English. What is your heritage, anyway? That I know of, Irish, German, and Polish. Were your parents born in the United States? Most importantly, were you? If not, what country? Yes to both. “Happy Holidays,” “Merry Christmas,” or “Merry X-Mas?" I couldn't care less.

[andypowell]

Withdrawal:

They tell me I’m just like my father in an attempt to correct that I became the man of the house so that I could no longer be his daughter. I got older only to find that blood ain’t always thicker than water. It’s because of him that my temper now runs hotter.

I hate that we share the same smile. Speak in the same style. If we are truly alike, then why is it that I don't have your number to dial? Why won’t you be the one walking me down the aisle? Or holding my first born child? Why do you have to possess a heart that is so vile? And if I’m just like you, does that mean that I too am a narcissist in denial? Better call the authorities and put me on trial.

Now that I’m fresh out of the loony bin I’ve created a new profile. Hopefully one that is more worthwhile, but I feel that after all this trauma, I am destined to go senile.

I despise that I have your deep-set dark eyes. A skill in telling white lies. The ability to easily cut ties. A desire to always own the biggest brightest prize. Choosing women based on their size and only thinking about what’s between their thighs.

I am covered in sin and need to be baptized, but as a poor man I’m afraid that I do not own the right supplies, but I guess that’s no surprise, and so instead I will get down on my knees and pray to god for his forgiveness until I am blinded by the sunrise.

Despite my bad memory, my father's words are song lyrics that I seem to have memorized. Manipulation, like him, is where I specialize. I have tried to sit and analyze his accusatory finger, but his scars weren’t exactly something he cared to advertise.

Father, you are the reason why I carry all of this hatred. Why my personality constantly needs to be updated and upgraded. Why I’m smoking these herbs till I’m far gone and faded. Kissing the glass bottle till I’m fully intoxicated. You are the reason why I feel that I deserve to be degraded. I don’t understand why you had to make your love so complicated or why losing you had me left me so devastated.

I felt the biological disconnect when we separated. You are the one who convinced me that love is overrated. What is affection? I wouldn’t know as I’ve never had it properly demonstrated. No book of positive affirmations and healthy communication to be illustrated. No emotional milestones of mine that were ever celebrated. So now I just live everyday anxious and agitated. Angry and aggravated.

I remember the nights you forced me to sit under your desk. I sat under there for hours silently pleading for you to let me go back to my room and rest. It's was a silent plea because you had trained me to stay quiet and never protest. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t tell my assaulter "no" that night as he started to get me undressed. You taught me not to draw attention to myself so I keep these memories submerged and suppressed, but I have to confess that I remember seeing you making love to a woman that wasn’t very impressed, but you didn’t care, however, as you only cared about keeping your dick wet and drowning our family in serious debt. This is getting hard to talk about; somebody light me a fucking cigarette.

I’m getting stressed out and need a healthier outlet, but the anxiety has me breaking out in a cold sweat. Just pass me the bong so I can get fucked up and forget. Someone help me escape this nightmare and change the fucking subject. These images of him are something I just cannot accept. His lack of attention gave me a phobia of neglect. Every piece of me that was shattered to pieces on the floor, my father would pick up and collect. It was the only thing outside of his music equipment that he would overprotect.

I can recall when he would squeeze my little toes until they turned white. Purposefully leaving marks that were out of sight because he knew that if my mother saw them, the two of them would be sent into an endless fight. It’s getting darker in these recollections now, so can you pass me a flashlight? Let me share the things my father would do just simply out of spite. He is the reason I became a night owl in love with the moonlight. I had grown used to the insomnia he instilled in me during the hours of midnight.

So Go ahead and let them say that I’m just like my father, I’ll just sit there unfazed and unbothered. I’m used to their comparisons and have decided to wear them like a collar with honor. Throw another negative curve ball at me, and give me all you have to offer. It’ll give me something to write about. Hell, maybe it’ll make me a better author and possibly make me an extra dollar.

End

[fantasticworldoffanfics]

DEREK/STILES

                                            ——— (part 8) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

Even a longer list of fanfics :)….

top favourites, more top favourites, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Whatever He Wants, Part Two

Author: GentlyWithAChainsaw, orphan_account

Summary: Stiles just adores being Derek's new omega.

Hey There Little Red...

Author: 1lostone

Summary: Stiles knew that agreeing to meet Lydia in the middle of the damn woods, in the middle of the damn night wasn't one of his best ideas. Really. He did.

Betting Body Part Series

Author: Therefore_dubious (orphan_account)

Part 1: A Bet's a Bet

Summary: Stiles loses a bet against Derek, which means he has to do everything Derek wants for 24 hours.

Part 2: A Bet’s a Bet’s a Bet

Summary: This time around Derek loses the bet.

A Ship Without a Mate

Author: sarcasmandirony

Summary: Stiles persuades Scott into checking out the old ship anchored by the docks, of which Derek is captain.

Settle Down

Author: wearing_tearing, whatthehale

Summary: Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking. Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

Hello, Heartbreaker

Author: astoryaboutwar

Summary: It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident.

Just Act Normal

Author: zosofi

Summary: If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.

From the Wreckage

Author: SuperfluousEmi, Winchesterek

Summary: The only thing Stiles wanted was a little freedom. He wanted to be able to walk where he wanted in the forest, wanted to be able to do what he wanted when he wanted and most of all he wanted to be an adult, especially because he was one. The last thing he wanted was to feel trapped by the Argent's rules about curfew. He understood that there were werewolves and getting too close to the were-border was dangerous, but hell if he was going to let that stop him from having a little fun.Needless to say, fun was overrated and all Stiles wanted was to go home to his friends and father now.

Ain’t Nothing So Good As The Cake And Eating It

Author: sofonisba_found

Summary: Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

Patterns of Intention

Author: drunktuesdays

Summary: Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”

Its Gotta Be A Teenage Love Story

Author: Niallerandhazzagirl89

Summary: Derek Hale is new to school, on his first day Stiles shows him around on his first day of school, they develop a fast friendship but as time goes on stiles finds him falling for his new best friend. Will the feelings be mutual?

Golden Boy

Author: trilliath

Summary: Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.It's enough that Derek hesitates.

Owned

Author: KattsEyeDemon, seekeronthepath

Summary: Derek raised his eyebrows as the man stumbled into the tent. Definitely not broken. “Kneel,” he ordered.

Lap Magnet

Author: Prairie_Grass

Summary: Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.orFive times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

TOSKA

Author: DarkInsanity (Stereklenidus)

Summary: “Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness.This is what Stiles feels when he wakes up with Amnesia in a resistant camp. There are no zombies like we read in books or watch in movies. But A brute who calls himself the True Alpha and his followers have taken over Beacon Hills Dome usurping the mighty Demon Wolf.

Heathens

Author: haleinskibro

Summary: He began to drift off, eyes drooping down farther and staying closed for longer each time. He was almost asleep when he started to hear a noise, a voice saying something to faint for him to decipher. But, slowly, the voice got louder, more defined, words coming through clearer to his ears.“Wake up. It is time. Wake up.”He turned, his body trying to move up and forward toward the voice while his eyes stayed closed..“Wake up. You are safe, it is time. Wake up.”He turned again. The wolf beside him began to whine, butting its head into his hip. His eyes were moving quickly under his lids. He was straining to get up, to see something and move. He can’t.He’s on the verge of giving up despite the urgent yelling of the voice and the wet nose pressing into his hip when he hears a different voice, stronger and more powerful than the one before.“Szczęsny. Wake up.” And he did.

The Music (Howls) of the Night

Author: tumtatumtum

Summary: The Phantom of the Opera AU where Omega!Stiles plays Christine to Alpha!Derek's Phantom. Except in this version, people hit high notes for completely different reasons.

Into Something New

Author: marguerite_26

Summary: Something is happening to Stiles. He’s losing time. Something is messing with his head, with his body. Maybe if he felt better he’d think to be worried.

Worth Your Weight in Gold

Author: mourninghope (orphan_account)

Summary: Sheriff Stilinski gives his omega son Stiles to wolf Derek Hale in exchange for a sizeable dowry just after the teen's first heat.

Dangerous Liasons

Author: eeyore9990

Summary: “Stiles is in heat! Did you hear me?” Scott practically screamed, but it was too late. Somewhere in the panicked rush of Scott’s warning, Stiles had gotten to the door, yanking it open and then just standing there, letting the doorway frame him to maximum effect.

Stupid Derek Series

Author: the_diggler

Part 1: Stupid Derek

Summary: Stiles should’ve known better. Stupid werewolves with their stupid werewolf hearing. He should’ve known better than to moan Derek’s name, no matter how quietly. But stupid Derek, with his stupid face, and beard, and abs… And okay, Stiles should’ve known better than to leave his bedroom window open while getting off. Because yeah, stupid Derek with his stupid lurking ways...

Part 2: Stupid Scott

Summary: “Did he what now?” Stiles stops in his tracks. “Is that even a thing werewolves do?” “Well… sometimes?” Scott fidgets, unable to meet his eyes.“Sometimes,” Stiles echoes.“When there are… feelings… involved?” “Feelings,” Stiles echoes again, his gut sinking. “Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?” he tries not to shriek.“It’s kind of private,” Scott shrugs. “And besides, I’m telling you now!” he adds as an afterthought. Stiles rolls his eyes and huffs, stalking off to class. Stupid Scott.

The Demands of Duty

Author: Reiya_Wakayama

Summary: With the threat of war hanging over them, Stiles and his people are caught in the middle and must chose a side before they get smashed between both and with the threat of winter and a bad harvest weighing them down, he must chose quickly.

Under a Pitch Black Sky

Author: vampireisthenewblack

Summary: Stiles is standing naked in the middle of the woods on a new moon because the pack needs to forge a union between werewolf and human.

Here Be Dragons

Author: Coragyps

Summary: Once a generation, the beast in the forest demands the sacrifice of a virgin … but not to eat.Stiles just woke up chained to a rock.

The Kings's Pet Series

Author: TheGirlWithNoIQ

Part 1: The King’s Pet

Summary: It was all over the news; Derek Hale will be the new king, and will soon pick a Pet. When Stiles Stilinski hears the announcement he can only believe that the young Hale will leave him alone, and that soon the horrible encounter years earlier won't keep him up at night anymore.Oh, how wrong he took...

Part 2: The Pet’s King

Summary: Derek's POV of the happenings of 'The King's Pet'.

Blood Moon Run

Author: soowrites

Summary: Stiles wasn't really sure why everyone insisted that he participate in the Blood Moon Run.Or the one where Stiles doesn't want to run but has to, and it ends up being a very good thing.

Fire Beneath My Skin

Author: happyevraftr

Summary: Omegaverse of sorts. Stiles is a rare find- one of the few Omega males left in the world. It’s never been a problem before, but now there’s werewolves around and he’s about to go into Heat. Chaos ensues when Derek shows up at his window unexpected.

Fighting and Fucking On The Full Moon

Author: myriadofnothing

Summary: Derek finds something interesting on the annual hunt for fresh mates.

Summer Contest

Author: kits_lightning

Summary: The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.

Silver Bullet

Author: nothing_left_sacred

Summary: Stiles hadn’t meant for it to become a thing. He’d just been interested in helping out his fellow man. He certainly hadn't meant for anyone to find out about it.Or the one where Stiles makes amateur porn, and of course, a certain alpha finds out about it.

more fics: part 9

[coffincoffer]

Black Sheep Characters: Anatoly

Basic

First name: Anatoly

Surname: Monroe

Middle name: James

Nicknames: Tolya

Date of birth: December 13th    

Age: 20

Physical Appearance

Height: 6”2’

Weight:

Hair: Black, shaved.

Eyes: Sharp, intelligent, accusatory. Blue color.

Distinguishing facial features: Chiseled jaw, feline eyes.

Facial feature most prominent: Cheekbones.

Bodily feature most prominent: His muscles.

Skin: Pale, rough, scarred, and tattooed. Four black bands on each lower arm.

Hands: Strong, kind of boney, and scarred.

Scars: Left lower lip, right eyebrow, knuckles on both hands, long one on his right side by his hip.

Birthmarks: None.

Physical handicaps: None.

Type of clothes: All black, ripped jeans, wife beaters, combat boots.

How do they wear their clothes: Thrown on, kind of ruffled.

What are their feet like: Combat boots, work boots.

Race / Ethnicity: Caucasian, part Russian.

Personality

Words or phrases they overuse: He likes to say shitfuck a lot and when he wants to deflect a question, he shoots out random facts.

Optimistic or pessimistic: Very much pessimistic but will surprise people when he is optimistic.

Ever put on airs: No,

What makes them laugh out loud: When people surprise him in big ways. Other than that, he just smirks a lot.

Display affection: He’s not a touchy-feely kind of person so he will be touchy-feely with them.

Mental Handicaps: Depression and he runs away at the small sign someone is going to do him wrong or will do him wrong. This stems from his parents abandoning him.

Want to be seen by others: He doesn’t care about what other people think about him.

See themselves: A rebellious, tough young adult that doesn’t give two shits about much.

Seen by others: Dangerous, feral, looks for fights.

Strongest character trait: Moral character.

Weakest character trait: Runs at the moment he suspects someone is going to do him wrong.

Competitive: Only when it comes to racing.

Make snap judgments or take time to consider: Makes snap judgments but takes time to consider with serious details.

React to praise: A little boastful but brushes it off.

React to criticism: Completely ignores it like he didn’t even hear it or will flip them off.

Greatest fear: Learning about his parents and why they abandoned him.

Biggest secrets: He’s pretty open and doesn’t like to keep secrets, thinking that he’ll owe people if he does.

Their philosophy of life: Cigarettes, Vodka, and Ink.

Last time they cried: 12th birthday when he learned he was adopted by Dom and the Monroe family.

Haunts them: Who his parents are.

They stand up for: His friends, family, and the weaker.

Who they quote: George Orwell, himself, other obscure references.

Indoorsy or outdoorsy: A mix of both.

Sinful little habit: Picking fights, and a copious amount of Vodka.

Sense they most rely on: Smell.

They treat people better than them: He doesn’t let them see his insecurities and acts like he’s just like them.

They treat people worse than them: He doesn’t believe anyone his worse than him.

Quality they most value in a friend: Trust.

They consider an overrated virtue: Valiance.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be: Nothing, he thinks he’s fucking perfect.

Obsession: Reading weird facts.

 Friends and Family

Family big or small: It’s about a medium size and the only real family members are Dom and Sergey.

Consist of: Dom, the father figure, Sergey, the brother, Jamison, the clown, and Rac, the stern.

Perception of family: Pretty bad but Dom and Sergey are slowly changing it.

Siblings: Sergey is his older adoptive brother.

Describe their best friend: Trea is always there for him and forces him to do things he would never admit.

Ideal best friend: Doesn’t really have one, they just have to be loyal and trustworthy.

Describe their other friends: Trea is really his only friend, he just plays nice with some other people.

Describe their acquaintances: He doesn’t like having acquaintances, “They can’t be trusted”.

Any pets: A 150lb German Sheppard named Saint.

 Past and Future

Like as a baby: Adventurous, faster learner than everyone else.

As a child: Rambunctious, trouble-maker.

Grow up rich or poor: In the middle, Dom owns his own tattoo parlor and Sergey owns his own bookstore.

Grow up nurtured or neglected: Very much nurtured but learning of being adopted made things harder for him.

Most offensive thing they ever said: He says a lot of random curse word sentences.

Greatest achievement: Admission to college.

First kiss like: Hasn’t had a serious one yet, only ones from when he was a kid and kisses either Dom or Sergey.

Worst thing they did to someone they loved: Nothing, he would never hurt someone who loved him because he cherishes them.

Ambitions: Get his license to become a tattoo artist.

Advice would they give their younger self: Nothing.

Smells that remind them of their childhood: Old and new books, cigarette smoke, warm dinners, and ink.

Childhood ambition: Grow up to become like Dom.

Best childhood memory: All the time he spent with Dom and Sergey.

Worst childhood memory: Learning he was adopted.

Imaginary childhood friend: A blob shadow that lurked under his bed and protected him from Mr. Sandman.

The last time they were crushed with disappointment: When he learned about the adoption.

Past act they are most ashamed of: None.

Past act they are most proud of: Getting into college.

Anyone ever saved their life: Sergey saved him when he was a kid from almost drowning in a pool.

Strongest childhood memory: Every Sunday him, Dom, and Sergey had picnics for lunch.

 Love

Believe in love at first sight: Hell no.

In a relationship: “With my hand” as he likes to say.

Behave in a relationship: He doesn’t really know how since he’s never had one.

Last have sex: Never.

Sort of sex they have done: None.

Ever been in love: Nope.

Ever had their heart broken: Not by a lover, when he learned he wasn’t Dom’s real kid and Sergey ’s biological brother.

 Conflict

Respond to a threat: With fists and cutting words.

Most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue: Both, his tongue while using his fists.

Kryptonite: Trea and family.

Could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be: His sketchbook.

Perceive strangers: Cautiously and like they’re dangerous.

Love to hate: Everyone and everything.

Phobias: Heights.

Choice of weapon: Brass knuckles, karambit.

Person do they most despise: His parents.

Ever been bullied or teased: Once, he beat those kids up.

Go when they’re angry: He drives around on his bike, usually at night or will sit in the tattoo shop just watching everyone.

Enemies: Calvin Goose and his two friends.

Why: They get into fights all the time.

 Work, Education, and Hobbies

Think about their current job: He loves it; he works at the front desk of Sergey’s bookstore.

Hobbies: Drawing, fighting, basketball, reading.

Educational background: Graduated high school and is attending college.

Work experience/occupation: Bookstore and sometimes the front desk at the tattoo parlor.

 Favorites

Favorite animal: German Sheppard.

Animal they dislike the most: Cockroaches.

Place they would most like to visit: Russia or Ireland.

Most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen:     Falling Haven Sunrises.

Favorite song: A lot of rock and dubstep.

Music, art, reading preferred:

Favorite color: White.

Password: NumbNuts666

Favorite food: Pizza.

Favorite work of art: Anything Dom creates.

Favorite artist: Dom and Sergey.

Favorite day of the week: Saturday.

 Possessions

In their fridge: Everyday things.

On their bedside table: Phone,     keys, clock, lamp.

In their car: He drives a     motorcycle.

In their purse or wallet: Debit card, credit card, and a few other things.

In their pockets: Phone, keys, cigarettes, lighter, wallet.

Most treasured possession: Saint and his adoption papers.

 Spirituality

Character’s guardian angel: Sam Cassian.

Believe in the afterlife: Agnostic.

They think of religion: “You do you, I don’t care”.

What they think heaven is: A boring place for losers.

They think hell is: A place he ’s probably going.

Superstitious: He lives in a town mostly populated by Supernatural beings.

Like to be reincarnated as: A dog.

Like to die: In no pain.

Character’s spirit animal: A guard dog.

 Values

Worst thing that can be done to a     person: Break their mind and will.

View of ‘freedom’: Doing whatever he wants that’s somewhat within the law.

Last lie: He lied to Trea about getting along with Ada and Erin.

View of lying: Do it only when necessary or if to deflect a situation.

Last make a promise: To Trea, promising that he won’t lie to himself.

Keep or break their last promise: Oh, definitely break.

 Daily life

Eating habits: He eats whatever he wants.

Any allergies: Normal allergies.

Describe their home: He and his family live in the apartment above the tattoo shop.

Minimalist or a clutter hoarder: Everything is clean except for his studio, which is a complete disaster.

Do first thing on a weekday morning: Shower before either going to school or work.

Do on a Sunday afternoon: Usually playing basketball with Trea or lounging at the tattoo shop.

Do on a Friday night: Out roaming the streets, either people watching or looking for a fight.

Soft drink of choice: Root Beer.

Alcoholic drink of choice: Vodka.

 Miscellaneous

Character archetype: Rebel.

Their hero: Dom, and later on, Erin.

Dress up as for Halloween: Original Mad Max or the Trapper from Dead by Daylight.

Comfortable with technology: Yes, but not a guru.

Could save one person: Probably Erin, since that’s what he tries to do.

Call one person for help: Dom.

Favorite proverb: Doesn’t have one.

Greatest extravagance: His motorcycle.

Greatest regret: Doesn’t have any.

Perception of redemption: Hates the idea.

Won the lottery: He wouldn’t do anything differently, probably donate it.

Favorite fairytale: Dracula, even though it’s not a fairy tale.

Fairytale they hate: Anyone with a happy ending.

Believe in happy endings: No, he despises them.

Their idea of perfect happiness: Doesn’t believe in it.

Ask a fortune teller: Is David Bowie jamming it up with Michael Jackson in heaven?

Could travel through time: He’d go to ancient Rome to watch the Colosseum fights.

Sport they excel at: Basketball and MMA.

Sport they suck at: Soccer.

[dearcarnifex]

thinking about cassius and marcia racing each other around their estate in flock form to get out all those pent up emotions,,,

[andypowell]

My Father's Daughter:

They tell me I’m just like my father in an attempt to correct that I became the man of the house so that I could no longer be his daughter. I got older only to find that blood ain’t always thicker than water. It’s because of him that my temper now runs hotter.

I hate that we share the same smile. Speak in the same style. If we are truly alike, then why is it that I don't have your number to dial? Why won’t you be the one walking me down the aisle? Or holding my first born child? Why do you have to possess a heart that is so vile? And if I’m just like you, does that mean that I too am a narcissist in denial? Better call the authorities and put me on trial.

Now that I’m fresh out of the loony bin I’ve created a new profile. Hopefully one that is more worthwhile, but I feel that after all this trauma, I am destined to go senile.

I despise that I have your deep-set dark eyes. A skill in telling white lies. The ability to easily cut ties. A desire to always own the biggest brightest prize. Choosing women based on their size and only thinking about what’s between their thighs.

I am covered in sin and need to be baptized, but as a poor man I’m afraid that I do not own the right supplies, but I guess that’s no surprise, and so instead I will get down on my knees and pray to god for his forgiveness until I am blinded by the sunrise.

Despite my bad memory, my father's words are song lyrics that I seem to have memorized. Manipulation, like him, is where I specialize. I have tried to sit and analyze his accusatory finger, but his scars weren’t exactly something he cared to advertise.

Father, you are the reason why I carry all of this hatred. Why my personality constantly needs to be updated and upgraded. Why I’m smoking these herbs till I’m far gone and faded. Kissing the glass bottle till I’m fully intoxicated. You are the reason why I feel that I deserve to be degraded. I don’t understand why you had to make your love so complicated or why losing you had me left me so devastated.

I felt the biological disconnect when we separated. You are the one who convinced me that love is overrated. What is affection? I wouldn’t know as I’ve never had it properly demonstrated. No book of positive affirmations and healthy communication to be illustrated. No emotional milestones of mine that were ever celebrated. So now I just live everyday anxious and agitated. Angry and aggravated.

I remember the nights you forced me to sit under your desk. I sat under there for hours silently pleading for you to let me go back to my room and rest. It's was a silent plea because you had trained me to stay quiet and never protest. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t tell my assaulter "no" that night as he started to get me undressed. You taught me not to draw attention to myself so I keep these memories submerged and suppressed, but I have to confess that I remember seeing you making love to a woman that wasn’t very impressed, but you didn’t care, however, as you only cared about keeping your dick wet and drowning our family in serious debt. This is getting hard to talk about; somebody light me a fucking cigarette.

I’m getting stressed out and need a healthier outlet, but the anxiety has me breaking out in a cold sweat. Just pass me the bong so I can get fucked up and forget. Someone help me escape this nightmare and change the fucking subject. These images of him are something I just cannot accept. His lack of attention gave me a phobia of neglect. Every piece of me that was shattered to pieces on the floor, my father would pick up and collect. It was the only thing outside of his music equipment that he would overprotect.

I can recall when he would squeeze my little toes until they turned white. Purposefully leaving marks that were out of sight because he knew that if my mother saw them, the two of them would be sent into an endless fight. It’s getting darker in these recollections now, so can you pass me a flashlight? Let me share the things my father would do just simply out of spite. He is the reason I became a night owl in love with the moonlight. I had grown used to the insomnia he instilled in me during the hours of midnight.

So Go ahead and let them say that I’m just like my father, I’ll just sit there unfazed and unbothered. I’m used to their comparisons and have decided to wear them like a collar with honor. Throw another negative curve ball at me, and give me all you have to offer. It’ll give me something to write about. Hell, maybe it’ll make me a better author and possibly make me an extra dollar.

End