#but omfg i hate my accent when speaking english

[lesbianpepsi]

alright i'll give you props for the accent one at least, the welsh accent is so bad and not even funny compared to the irish or scottish or even scouse. the welsh one is just pure ass💀💀

is this love?

pairing: Vada Cavell x fem!reader

summary: reader goes on Vada's laptop and finds something very interesting on it

words: 2.204k

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing, bad writing, let me know if there's anything else

authors note: this is my first time writing for Vada so if she seems OOC i'm sorry💀

vada (1:31am) wher r u? 

me (1:33am): at home...? 

vada (1:33am): cum over 2 watch a movie 🙃🙃

vada (1:33am): come* lol

vada (1:33am): cum 👉👌

me (1:34am): hilarious. why do you want me over vads?

vada (1:36am): bord and snakish 

me (1:36am): it's half one in the morning

vada (1:36am): pls:( not evn for ur wife???💔

me (1:38am): what snacks do you want me to bring?

vada (1:38am): :D

vada (1:38am): takis, that choalet u like, waterlemon siur patch kid 

me (1:39am): okay, i'll be over in a few 

vada (1:39am): tyty

me (1:39am): 🙄🖤

vada (1:40am): 🤭🤭

You shook your head in amusement as you shoved your foot into your vans, soon after shoving your phone into the baggy hoodie you owned. 

Of course only for Vada -your girlfriend- you'd sneak out in the middle of the night to bring snacks and to watch movies.

The chokehold that girl had on you was beyond tight.

Grabbing your headphones, backpack, wallet and phone you silently sneaked your way down the stairs, you took painfully slow steps to make sure you wouldn't make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity you had made it outside with the key to the garage, you quickly went to unlock it and retrieved your broken blue bike. It was barley rideable, but still good enough for you.

You locked the garage, keeping the keys in your pocket before you began biking away towards the closest 7/11. 

The headphones placed on your ears filled the silence of the night with the sweet melody of Lana Del Rey.

After a handful of songs and halfway through White Mustang you arrived at the small store, it being the only twenty four hour store that was closest to yours and Vada's house.

You hopped off your bike before you entered, you had already memorised what Vada wanted. It didn't take you long before you were at the counters paying for the snacks, trying not to laugh at the clearly high worker who tried to act sober.

"Thanks." The worker gave a lazy thumbs up as he cracked an even lazier smile, you chuckled as you shoved your purchases into your backpack.

You sat back down on your bike as you checked on your phone to see three unread messages by Vada.

vada (1:43am): pls ride save 🚲🚲🚲🥽🥽🛟

vada (1:57am): jez what's takis so long?

vada (1:57am): 🪚

me (1:59am): 1) i will, don't worry❤️ 2) i have to ride to the store then to yours, plus my bike is shit. 3) no we're not watching saw, last time you watched it you got nightmares

vada (1:59am): ur alive!!!🧟‍♀️🚫

vada (2:00am): hury up 

You laughed to yourself as you kept your phone back into its original position, peddling away before you took your hand out of your pocket.

Lana Del Rey's mystical voice sung a few more songs in your ears before you arrived outside of the Cavell residence. 

You swiftly got off of the bike before you walked it up the pathway to keep leaning it against the wall. 

Opening the gate you silently walked over to the back door to where Vada was already waiting for you, smiling brightly when she noticed your presence. 

"Y/n! Hi!" She whispered yelled as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a hug. You smiled down at her as you wrapped your arms around her.

"Hey, Vads." You replied with a warm smile as butterflies flew around in your stomach at the contact.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Vada gazed up at you and stole a kiss from you before she headed towards the cabinets.

You took the moment for freedom to take off your shoes, placing them neatly in the corner of the room. 

 Vada went on her tippy toes as she reached two glasses from a cabinet, dropping them a bit too carelessly making you wince.

"Wanna do me a favour?" Vada asked as she grinned at you, hopping over to the alcohol cabinet as she took out a bottle of vodka.

You raised your eyebrows as you leaned against the counter. "Depends what that is." 

"Go on my laptop and choose a movie for us to watch while I make us our drinks." She said as she shook the bottle of vodka daringly in her hands.

You laughed as you nodded your head, pushing yourself off the counter. "You already know what I'm going to put on." 

"We are not watching Spider-Man again. I beg you." 

"Fine." You decided with a roll of your eyes, somewhat not surprised Vada didn't want to watch Spider-Man for probably the fifth time this week. 

Without a noise you made your way up the stairs and towards Vada's dimly lit bedroom. You shrugged off your backpack as you dropped down on Vada's snuggliest bed.

Her laptop was already on her bed so you thankfully didn't have to get back up, stretching until you reached it and swiftly pulled the laptop onto your lap.

You opened the laptop and immediately winced at the brightness, of fucking course Vada would put her laptop at full brightness at night. 

You hurriedly lowered the brightness until you could actually look at it.

That's when you noticed the laptop was making a noise.

The Sims theme played lowly, an audio that was instantly recognisable. You smiled as you noticed Vada was still in her world.

Deciding there was no harm in it, you began looking around the beautifully decorated house Vada had built. 

It was a perfect house for the family Tara had made.

The first sim you noticed was a toddler, a boy with y/h/c coloured hair and a freckled face. 

You smiled at how cute the sim was as your eyes flickered down to the corner of the screen where a small row of sims' faces was at.

Finding the toddler's face you hover the mouse over it to get the name of the sim.

Tod Y/l/n-Cavell

You blinked, then blinked again at the name.

Y/l/n-Cavell

No fucking way. 

Without hesitation you swiftly moved the mouse to hover over the next sim, a teenage girl who had dark brown hair.

Delilah Y/l/n-Cavell

A smug smile had appeared on your lips as your eyes gazed over to the two final remain sims. Promptly you clicked onto the next sim this time, which teleported you  over to where the sim was.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the name and what the sim was doing.

Y/n L/n-Cavell was the name given to the sim that you couldn't see since it was woohooing the last sim.

You purse your lips as you stifle a laugh, much slower than before you moved to hover the mouse over the final sim which heavily resembled Vada's face.

Not to your surprise, the name 'Vada Yl/n-Cavell' appeared as the mouse hovered over the sim. 

Just as you read the name a frantic Vada flung the door open as she practically dived in your direction, slamming the laptop closed on your lap.

With Vada half on you, half not, your eyes travelled down to her face, where you couldn't see her beauty since she was hiding it on the mattress next to your thigh. 

"Please tell me you didn't see a thing." She begged through a muffled voice, you closed your eyes for a few seconds as you tried to not let out a laugh.

Swallowing any hint of laughter you said: "I didn't see anything," A small snort of laughter escaped as you muttered. "Mrs Y/l/n-Cavell." 

Vada groaned loudly as she hid her face further into the bed, throwing her hands over her head as she tried to hide herself even further.

"I think it's adorable!" You said as you managed to stifle most of the laughter, Vada violently shook her head. "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not." Vada lifted her head as she gave you an unamused expression. "You're laughing."

"I'm not." You told her with a serious expression, the corners of your lift kept lifting as you fought a smile. "I just didn't expect to see a sim version of myself fucking a sim version of you." You managed to get halfway through the sentence before you let out a deep laugh, instantly covering your mouth with your hand to try to hide it. 

Vada groaned as she slammed her head back down to hide in the duvet. "I'm never showing you my face ever again." Vada declared to you, you smiled as you positioned your hand on top of Vada's hand.

"And how exactly are you planning to never show your face to me again?" You taunted her with a grin. 

"I'll just wear a mask everywhere like that weird Minecraft streamer." Vada exaggerated through a muffled voice as you tried hiding your laughter.

You shook your head mostly to yourself to try to stop laughing as you looked down at Vada. 

"And deprive me of that pretty face of yours?" Vada nodded her head, her head still hid in the sheets. "Yes. You better start getting ready to bang me with a mask on for the rest of your life."

"Is it at least a ghostface mask?" 

Vada stayed silent for a few moments, as if the words you said had actually gotten to her, before she shook her head.

"No! Making me horny won't make me forget about this." 

You mentally reminded yourself to carry on that conversation another time with Vada.  

"Vada, I promise you, it's not that bad. It's actually cute as shit." You insisted with no laughter that time, Vada slowly picked up her head to look up at you.

Her eyes narrowed on yours as she leaned against your thigh. "You're not bullshitting me?"

You smiled as you nodded your head enthusiastically at your girlfriend. "I'd never lie to you."

"It's still embarrassing." Vada whined as she snuggled further into your clothed thigh. You laughed lowly as you removed the laptop off of your lap, placing it onto the empty space next to you.

"The most embarrassing thing about it is that you actually think I'd let you name our child Tod." You jested with a humorous grin. 

Honestly, you didn't know what was going through Vada's choosing the name Tod. You'd rather name your child Howard, a name you more than less hate.

Vada gave you a hurt look as she perched up on your thigh to be able to get a better look of you.

"Tod is a magnificent name. You'd probably name our child something nerdy like Peter." Your smile shifted to give Vada a dirty look at her words. Just because I love Spider-Man, you thought to yourself with a groan.

"There's nothing wrong with the name Peter, meanwhile there's everything wrong with the name Tod." You argued light-heartedly, the corners of Vada's lips twitched upwards, she was trying to fight her smile.

Pride withered in you at that, Vada was starting to feel less embarrassed at the whole situation.

Raising her eyebrows she gazed into your eyes. "Fine. We'll just have to name our child something absolutely ridiculous then." 

You smiled amusedly as you nodded your head as if heavily interested in the conversation. "Oh yeah? Like what?" 

Vada pursed her lips for a few moments as she glanced away from your eyes, deep in thought. As if she had figured out a top secret code, Vada returned her eyes to lock with yours, joy swirling around in her eyes.

"Donut." Vada assured with a nod of her head. You stifled a laugh as you cocked your head to the side like a husky. "Donut?" You repeated in a teasing tone.

She nodded her head confidently. "Donut; the second love of my life." Vada confirmed with a goofy grin on her face. 

You smirked, your free hand moving to rest on Vada's scalp as you played with her soft hair. "Who's your first love then?" 

"C'mon you already know the answer to that. It's obviously Bela Dimitrescu." Without hesitation you shoved Vada's head down with the hand that was on her head.

Vada laughed as she dodged your hand as she moved it so the side, landing her head back down on the top of your thigh. "Don't worry, baby. You'll always be my number one girl."

You narrowed your eyes. "Even over Bela?"

She nodded curtly against your thigh. "Even over Bela Dimitrescu."

"What about Lady Dimitrescu?" 

Vada hissed as she closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them. "That's a tough one." 

You sighed as you nodded your head in agreement. "Alright I'll give you that since she is so fine."

"So fucking fine." Vada whispered in agreement.

You smiled at Vada who beamed back at you with joy, a true sight for the sore eyes.

"How about instead of watching a movie we play sims?" Vada grinned as she sat up, grabbing the laptop as she sat by your side. 

"I'm pretty sure my sim just impregnated yours so we can name our third child donut." Vada giggled as she opened the laptop back up.

You gave her a  puzzled look. Vada's sim impregnated yours?

Why the fuck aren't you the one who had a dick? 

"Why do I have to be the pregnant one?" You questioned as Vada began replaying the game. "I give off bigger dick energy than you."

You scoffed loudly at that, rolling your eyes. "Yeah right."

[diremoone]

“make me (yours).” | r. sukuna

w — [ minors do not interact ] modern! AU, hints of sugar daddy vibes ;), older man/younger woman, age gap, everyone is above 20+ and legal age, male masturbation, Sukuna imagining seggs positions and shit like that, Sukuna is around 36 & Reader is around 22/23, tbh sukuna being a comfort character rn. jjk after 235? it’s non-canon lmao

a/n: this is the most I’ve ever written that’s sinful I’m not used to this (it’s been so damn long since i have written anything remotely sinful omfg) and it’s not even that much I’m so embarrassed y’all HELP— also part two depends on you guys and any ideas you want to send in through my ask box :3

part one | part two

[ first divider by @/benkeibear, the second by @/cafekitsune ]

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who meets you through his younger brother, who’s a few years older than you. You’ve been in Japan for a few years now, that much he knows, attending the same school his little brother got into. And now he’s determined to find out everything about you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s so fucking glad you can speak Japanese. He knows English, yes, but he prefers it when you speak his native tongue, because he fucking loves your accent and gets off on it. It’s exotic — you’re exotic — and he can’t help the temptation of wanting you and more.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who knows to keep his smug smirk into himself when his little brother finally mans up and finally introduces you to him one day when he comes home to work on a project that you’re helping him with. And he knows that Yuuji knows about the look on his face. Because he knows his history with women. Yuuji knows he’s made a mistake introducing you to each other.

Or so he thinks.

Sukuna is thoroughly amused by you, although there are times where he becomes frustrated. You’re not an easy case to crack, and not easy to tease and rile up. Perhaps that’s the part of you that’s from accelerated maturity.

You’re smarter than the average person, even the people slightly above average. You’re intellectually and psychologically challenging and he very much likes it. It’s been a long time since he’s had the kind of stimulation you’ve brought him. Since his and Yuuji’s father passed away.

He watches from a distance as you and his brother go over notes and work and crack jokes that put a pretty smile on your face. He can’t hear your laughter from where he stands, but he’s positive it’s as lovely as your smile.

As for you, you know you’re being watched. You look to the tall man out of your peripheral vision and halt rolling your eyes.

“Your brother is never subtle, is he?”

Yuuji sighs heavily. “Never.”

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who hates the fact he can’t see you more often. So he digs and digs and then finds out about some old family debts and a couple things for medical expenses he can easily pay off to hold over your head, to use as a means to be something akin to a sugar daddy so he can order you around and see you whenever he wants to.

And it comes as no surprise to him when he mentions it the next time his brother brings you over for schoolwork that you’re startled by him finding out. He only mentions it after Yuuji has fallen asleep on the couch. You give him the wide-eyed expression of shock, probably wondering how he found out about it.

But unlike his expectations, you don’t ask how he knows. you don’t get embarrassed and try to hush it away with the option of using yourself as his favor. You shrug, going a little more into depth and detail about the financial struggle that’s been kept under wraps for several good years.

Sukuna himself is surprised in return, by both you and the way he sits down for you — to listen to you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who finds out that even though you see him as super attractive, you’re not as swayed by his flirting and all of his advances like many women and young women your age are. Yes, you know he’s super fucking stupidly hot, and yes you’ve more than likely thought about certain things while in bed under the sheets, but you’ve got more important things to prioritize than hot men. Which he applauds you for just as much as he despises it. It makes him frustrated, because he’s attracted to you and wants you in his bed so bad; because it should be so fucking easy like it has been with other women. But you’re not the same, and while his lust is as prominent as ever in his older age, he also has the desire for something more than just a fling.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who manages to get ahold of your schedule through his baby brother (who’s prepping for your broken heart) and asks you out, setting up a date for when he knows you’re free. He much enjoys the look on your face when he brings up the date he’s set, knowing you’re wondering about how he managed to nail the exact day you’re free for the day he’s set for the outing. He enjoys it even further when you quickly deduce how he knows about it.

Goddamn, he loves a sharp woman.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who orders you a dress to be made that’s a mix of beautiful deep crimson and black, one that shines but doesn’t shine too much to glare at people eyes. He drums his fingers against his desk in his home office as he sees the notification pop up on his phone that the item has been delivered.

But as usual, you surprise him. You don’t end up wearing the dress he’s made, but something completely different. You arrive to the restaurant he’s bought out for the night in a deep silver-gray tux, hair styled in a simple manner with minimal makeup that he knows you don’t need because he’s already seen and fallen for your natural looks anyway.

Sukuna hates you. He doesn’t, but he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with the feelings he has. You’re so much younger than him, but holy fuck has it been so long since he’s been given any sort of challenge or stimuli, especially from a woman. He both hates and is glad you’re not easy. And it only fuels his drive to get you to give yourself to him.

You drive him up a damn wall.

He’s been in the shower for at least forty minutes, alternating between hot and cold every five minutes. Forty minutes and the painful hard on he’s had all morning still hasn’t gone away.

Sukuna leans his head forward against the wall and cusses at himself. His hand isn’t enough, but there’s some relief as he starts leisurely pumping his shaft. He cusses and swears worse than a sailor as he starts off slow, imagination running wild (at what could be).

He wants you so fucking bad. He wants you on your knees in front of him; on the soft carpet because no way is he going to let his pretty woman have sore knees while taking his monstrous dick down her throat.

He wants to bury his face between your legs and make you cum so much and so hard you see fucking galaxies, then let you catch your breath just barely enough before he uses your juices as lubricant and permanently molds your pussy to the shape of his fat cock.

He wants your legs over his shoulders as you throw your head back and moan as he fucks your better than anyone ever has and ever will. He wants to see a white ring around his cock as he pumps himself in and out of you like he’s a starved man. And that he is. For you, anyway.

Sukuna just knows your pussy is so fucking warm. He’ll bet his dick that you’ll have the tightest pussy he’s ever going to have. The best he’s ever going to have.

His hand pumps his shaft faster and faster, gripping it harder as he nears climax. His massive cock aches painfully, desperate to cum. Fucking hell… He wants you so bad, underneath him, or on your knees, calling him by whatever pet name or name from whatever kink you might have.

Forbid everything if you call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master’. Game fucking over.

He doesn’t even care if you have those kinds kinks or not. He just wants the pretty girl that’s done more than caught his attention under him as he makes her feel pleasure that only he can provide.

But the selfish part of him can’t help but hear you call out those names in his head. And that’s what does it.

Sukuna’s thighs and back muscles flex almost painfully as his balls draw up and cums. He tosses his head back, the feeling of his load spurting from the tip making him groan in pleasure. He cums so hard he feels like he’s about to keel over.

“Fuck yeah…” he pants, oxygen finally catching up to his lungs’ need.

But now he’s disappointed and just a little pissed off. Because the cum on the wall shouldn’t be there. It should be on or in you. And he doesn’t like that.

And as he rewashes himself, his jaw clenches, can’t help but thinking determinedly he’s going to change things between the two of you.

Come hell or high fucking water.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s finally shifted the relationship to being something else. Although you can’t tell what it is. The first date he takes you on is to break the ice, getting to know you better as a person. It’s also to see if you’d fuck him, but he knows you’ve got stronger convictions than the women he’s used to.

He takes you on a second date, this time in more casual clothes on a drive to a house he’s set up to have dinner and stargaze at.

He gets to tell you he’s paid off your family’s old debts now, relieved them of the medical bills and taxes that haven’t been paid yet. But it backfires, and now he’s left to make you understand that it wasn’t to make you feel beholden to him in any manner, like owing debt to the mafia.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna needs you to understand that despite how much he wants to fuck you, it’s more than just because he finds you attractive and wants to satisfy his dick. He wants you to know you’re not temporary; he doesn’t see you as a quick fix to his primal needs.

Not at all.

You’re the long term fix to his primal needs. And perhaps the only one he’s going to need ever again. And once the expression of understanding crosses your face, he goes to cradle the back of your head and hungrily slots his lips on yours. He may not get to take all your clothes off right now, but he’s happy with his results tonight.

Besides, he knows he’ll get you into his bed with a shiny diamond ring on your left hand eventually.

wheeeew im gonna go take a cold bath

@vagabond-umlaut here’s ur man babe pls enjoy.

& everyone pls feel free to send in more ideas for this series if you want im having fun with this lmao

[hismercytomyjustice]

Caught sight of an open tab I had on how to speak English with an Italian accent and I am just…

I am 24k now into this Hazbin Crack fic I wanted to write and I desperately need someone to take my phone away.

(・ω・｀)………..

BUT. Omfg. I got my husband to start watching Hazbin and he doesn’t hate it??? Obvs no shade to the show, but he is NOT big on musicals. Which is WILDLY unfortunate for him having married me.

POTO featured in both of our secret wedding vows lol. Me promising to try and subject him to it less and him promising to watch it more hahaha. I had a thing with the 25th Anniversary recording. In addition to having seen POTO live…fuck…4 times now? I think it’s 4?

The only thing keeping me from seeking it out again is…I’m sorry but I’m not a huge fan of the updated US touring show.

(ಥ﹏ಥ)

Don’t get me wrong, the new stage setup and all is *chef’s kiss*. Truly a feat of engineering! I just really don’t care for the changes they’ve made to the interactions between the Phantom and Christine.

Yes, bruh is an unhinged serial killer. But it just kinda rubs me the wrong way seeing him openly throw Christine around on stage? Irrevocably mentally/emotionally torture her and attempt to kill Raoul in front of her? Abso-fucking-lutely! 5 stars! Sign me up! But I just feel like they’ve lost the plot a little with how physically violent they’ve made him toward her?

Like yeah, bruh was ready to blow them both up in a heartbeat to try to make her choose him. But idk. I think he’s plenty horrible without adding straight up physical violence against her to his repertoire?

Idk maybe I’ve lost the plot? It just feels weirdly…excessive? The irony of me saying that about an obsessive stalker serial killer is not lost on me. But idk it just doesn’t feel right to me. It throws me hard out of the story and makes it difficult for me to enjoy the new staging. I’ve always felt like his twisted fucked up love for her is his true redeeming quality and it makes it feel…idk.

Like obvs he’s the bad guy. But it just doesn’t feel right. As horrible of a person as he is, his love for Christine is ultimately what pulls him back from becoming the full blown monster he’s always believed himself to be. She sees the humanity in him and brings it back to the surface. Makes him realize loving someone isn’t possessing them. It’s a HUGE moment of growth for both him and Christine.

Up to that point, the story is happening to Christine. But the moment she accepts Erik for who he is? That’s when she fully gains her agency. She’s the only one who can save herself and Raoul (etc). But most importantly, she’s the only one who can save Erik from himself.

I have no doubt he would’ve blown them all to smithereens if she turned him down in that moment. It would’ve just been the final nail in the coffin of him becoming a monster.

But he wasn’t a monster to Christine. He was her angel. For the first time in his life he could pretend he wasn’t a monster. She reawakened his humanity and his belief he could be something more than the awfulness that had been thrust on him his whole life because of his deformity.

Also I really don’t like how they do the unmasking scene in the new version. Like, bruh, you took that shit off yourself with your situationship in the other room. How are you gonna be upset she just happens to wake up and sees you already sans mask??? That’s on YOU.

I feel like Christine unmasking him is too important of a moment to just take out. It’s the turning point from potential romance to utter horror. She breaks the spell they’re both under and Erik is convinced she can only see the monster now, so why not be the monster.

IDK. I just have A LOT of feelings and I am so grateful the 25th anniversary was filmed with the original version/staging. Also I fucking adore Ramiro Karimloo as the Phantom. He brings such an earnestness to his portrayal. He really makes you feel for Erik even as you acknowledge that yeah Christine you need to get the FUCK out of there ASAP.

UGH. I really need to rewatch the 25th anniversary version for the millionth time, huh?

[mammonsvulva]

Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!

On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)

I hope you have a great day!

Of course! I really hope you like it! :)

(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)

The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits

Lucifer❤️

Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off

MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage

Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?

Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”

“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”

(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)

“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”

Mammon💛

Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs

Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse

Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified

He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come

Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that

“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”

“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”

Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him

Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this

First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”

(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)

Leviathan💙

Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’

He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time

Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared

Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being

Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration

*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”

MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game

Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”

Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3

Satan💚

Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath

Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious

Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset

“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“

“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”

Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO

When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro

They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO

When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass

Asmodeus💞

Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers

Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that

Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”

Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that

“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”

Almost explodes as bad as MC did

“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”

Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”

No mercy on the haters💔

Beelzebub🧡

Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then

MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN

Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘

Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit

She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried

“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”

She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)

Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it

He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef

Belphegor💜

Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS

MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated

“What the f*ck happened?”

Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason

When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it

“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”

Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him

Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)

Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch

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Diavolo♥️

At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)

Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up

He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious

Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again

“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”

Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone

Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC

Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC

Barbatos💟

Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though

Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it

He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation

“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”

It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon

Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will

Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself

Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)

Simeon🤍

Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways

When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg

*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”

Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?

Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words

“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”

Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever

Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though

He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)

“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”

Solomon⚛️

Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it

Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about

“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” “Right, she’s just a hater”

Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong

Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”

Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥

Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her

Luke⛅️

Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive

Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him

MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons

“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”

MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul

Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫🧢

Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault

Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔

I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3

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Any chance you could give us some Arabic speaking Remus headcanons? Loved your latest fic ❤️ 📚

OMFG gorgeous sugarplum! I legit only just was reminded of this while scrolling through my inbox right now! But my heart is finna burst!!! Thank you SO SO much and yes I would love to give some Headcanons about this! Especially since the next long story I’m working on includes this dynamic, and I’m so excited about it!! However, common disclaimer that while I am Arab and culturally Muslim even if I don’t practice like the rest of my family lol, I am Palestinian and not Syrian. So with every identity there are different experiences and customs no matter how closely intertwined. So I apologize for any inconsistency   that a Syrian may read and disagree with, and please feel free to correct me<3 <3

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The FIC this HC is from 

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So first off some background on his mum in the story 

I chose the name Vivian based off a friend of a friend who’s uncle married a woman by that name back in Palestine,  so it’s definitely extremely uncommon, but a fully Arab lady was named it, so like it’s my defense bahaha. But it also means lively, and coupled with Hussein as her maiden name which means beautiful, it just fit her personality to a t!! 

She was born into a pretty secular family in Syria in the late 1920s, so there was a lot going on in that time period. But her dad was pretty influential, working in the government and such. Vivian was also the youngest of four girls and three boys so she was pretty spoiled tbh

She attended a boarding school in France through out her adolescence and decided to go to university there too, so she’s fluent in both Arabic and French, with pretty great English as well. Though she wasn’t exactly white passing, even though like a bunch of Syrians/Palestinians/Lebanese folk she was somewhat fair, she had distinctly Arabian features, like the large almond shaped eyes and thick lashes and thicker brows, and a long, largeish nose, accented by full lips. So she experienced a good amount of jeers and discrimination, especially when folks found out her surname. So I think she’s able to relate to Remus in that sense of being a wolf at least, and later on  when he comes out as gay.

It was 1950  when she and a few of her girlfriends went to Wales for holiday after completing university. The second Lyall first spotted her in the woods while she was trying to make it back to the cabin near the Irish Sea with her mates, it was something like love, because duh. She was a fucking knock out!! A babe and a baddy! Literally so far out of his league its ridiculous! But on Vivian’s side,  she was mostly just amused and a bit enamored by this cocksure Welshman who had the most endearing of crooked smiles that their son would inherit a decade later. So obviously she didn’t make it easy on him, but eventually she let him take her out on the last night of her trip, and was pleased to find out that they had the same sort of humor and the same passion for their careers and even the same love for the outdoors too.

 They had a long distance relationship for two years while she went to grad school so she could teach about classics while Lyall himself was rising the ranks in the Ministry for regulation and control of magical creatures— Unbeknownst to her, the Floo network  was very helpful with the distance. Just thank God Lyall himself is a Muggle born because he really had to fake the hell out of it lol.

So just to speed things up they got married on a lovely June evening in  1955,  subsequent to  Vivian excepting a professorial job in Cardiff after Lyall told her about the Wizarding world. At first Vivian thought e was tripping on some subpar edibles until he proved it by transfiguring her snuff box into a lovely broach that she kept for the rest of her life, So after Vivian was convinced, she became  absolutely enthralled by all of the magic so completely. 

They were trying for a few years when she finally became pregnant with Remus in 1959, and they were both so over the moon (pun unintended).

So like I said above, Vivian’s family are pretty secular, so I see her mostly practicing the cultural aspects of Islam. For example, every Friday— which is the equivalent to Sundays being the holy day  for Christians— she lights up the instance that she always keeps herself stocked up on after her annual trip to Syria, instead of the typical candles she ordinarily prefers.  And Remus swears that for the rest of his life whenever he smells it, he’s back to being a baby, puttering around the house and watching her dusting the shelves while humming quietly an Arabic song that’ played out the gramophone  by a man who’s music would soon become regarded as the song of the people. Or Remus would recall being snuggled into her lap while she read him a novel on the windowsill. Or he’d simply remember listening to his parents laughter fluttering in the air while he fell asleep by the fire, subconsciously making the flower buds closest to him bloom with his untapped magic.

Remus’s first clear memory— thanks to the endless pictures— is when he was around four years old, before the attack, and they were staying in Vivian’s home town in Damascus. While the men congregated out doors for cigars and cards and the women in the living room chatting while snacking on watermelon seeds, his older cousins— who were all girls— dragged him off to one of the bedrooms and doted on him because he was the baby of that side of the family. And he remembers walking out in a set of one of their heels and a headscarf wrapped around his head which made his Mama and Tata and Aumties laugh out loud and croon over him, and all his uncles and Sido call him Aumty Remus.

The attack by Greyback happened soon after they returned to Wales, and I’m not gonna touch on it becs I’ not finna depress myself. But it was a January morning after his first transformation and he remembers that when he woke up, he saw the cookies stuffed with dates resting on his bedside with a glass of milk that Lyall had put a cooling charm on. And they’re indulgent treats that Vivian makes for both Eids every year even though they don’t celebrate them in any other way lol. But the cookies always reminds him of family and of feeling safe in his mother’s arms, and they still work to make him feel better even after the worst thing he has ever experienced in his short life.

Remus’s love of poetry came from both sides of his parents, but it was listening to his mother recite the story of Majnun Layla in it’s original Arabic that really made him glow for the art form, and brought him to discovering his favorites like Auden and Neruda. 

There’s a ornate, wooden prayer box that has been past down on the Hussein side of the family for five generations, it was originally  meant to hold a Qran but for the past three it’s simply just been a beautiful piece of decoration. So when Vivian gave it to Remus when he was headed off to Hogwarts, little Remus asked McGonagall to help him with locking  charms so it could become a safe place for him to keep his most cherished of nicknacks ant momentos, so obviously,  she silently added a charm to keep the wood nearly unbreakable and the extension charm atop of that, like Hermione with her bag, so that he could keep as many happy memories as possible inside of it, and she prayed that there would be so many that it threatened to burst. 

The last time Remus opened the box was in 1996, when he was putting away the ring Sirius gifted him as a match to his own in some feeble promise of forever only weeks before James and Lily’s own engagement. 

Once during first year, he and the lads were staying up late, trading stories about how they got their most ridiculous scars— after seeing the one that scraped across Remus’s left shoulder blade— But it got to a point where they were all feeling a bit nippish, so they went down to the kitchens for some of the chocolate pudding that was served during dinner that night. And Remus idly asked the house elves if they could make him a batch of Kinafa because he was getting home sick and missed when he and his Mama would dash over to the city whenever they were feeling antsy, and she’d take him to their favorite hooka bar after buying a round of the dessert— which is basically sweetbread stuffed with cheese— from down the block. And they’d stay sitting beneath the starlight, and talking about her job and his lessons from school while she’d let him try a discrete puff or two and they’d laugh about everything and nothing at all.

The next time they stopped by the kitchens one of the younger house elves presented him with the snack gleefully, and it tasted fine, just not like how they do back home. So Remus smiled warmly at Tipsy, the house elf, and thanked her with real sincerity.

But his face must’ve betrayed him because after easter break, Sirius plops down a fresh batch of them on Remus’s bed before leaping into his own, casually mentioning that he saw how grossed out Remus looked when trying the one the house elves made, and it was from a restaurant close to Grimmauld so it’s not that big of a deal, and then he rushed to cursing at James for stealing his favorite pen and swearing that  if he broke it he’s gonna have hell to pay. Remus had only blushed and chuckled  with a small smile on his face when he cut himself a small piece and finished the half sheet off with the rest of their house later that night during an impromptu party that the Marauders would become infamous for in later years.

It was the summer after second year when all the marauders visited Remus back home in Wales and when they heard Vivian call him Qamar practically every other sentence, which of course lead to endless ribbing and eventually  to his nickname of Moony— even though it’s so fucking obvious and Remus loves and hates it in equal parts. God his friends are so fucking stress inducing!

Remus teaches the other marauders funny Arabic curse words and they use them in class so that they can talk shit about particularly disgusting Slytherins without them being any of the wiser. (Yes I did do this with my friends, and I’d do it again! POW! POW! POW!)

It’s from Vivian that Remus has an affinity for coffee as strong as shit, but also prefers his tea weak— specifically two sugars and a dash of milk. But seriously, if you’ve ever tried Arabian coffee you’d understand, that shit is so fucking strong it’s literally a hate crime LMFAO. But yeah, this habit is definitely a point of contention between him and Sirius— who’s actually so fucking posh no matter how much he wants to be punk, and he stands by only drinking black tea— like Merlin intended— and saying bugger off to any and all coffees. “Leave that shite to the French and Americans.” And Remus would try to keep himself from making eyes at him from across the table, because God Sirius is hot when he’s all fiery  and impassioned, even when it’s about the dumbest, most inconsequential shit.

Something that’s sort of funny is that Remus was the first among them to become a fucking pot head and could drink them all  under the table even though Sirius himself has got two stone and three inches on him. But Remus still refuses to eat ham, purely because he never grew up eating it and doesn’t care too now. Sirius had to specifically ask Euphemia and Monty to make turkey for Christmas dinner their sixth year just because he knew that Remus’s head would probably implode with the decision between being rude and not eating it or forcing himself to gag down the unfamiliar meat.

When Remus is really, really fucking drunk he definitely spends the night only speaking in Arabic! (Don’t look at me I’m trash just because I stole this from my own life lmfao) But yeah, it’s really fucking hilarious and Sirius swears to God he’s so fucking in love with him while listening to Remus ranting in the unfamiliar language. And he’s like positive that half the time he’s actually just cursing Sirius out but he doesn’t even care because it’s SO! DAMN! CUTE!  And sometimes Sirius decides to speak French at a drunk off his arse Moony, who occasionally replies back in a stiff staccato before returning back to the easy Arabic. And it’s just a mess.

Ok so sadness warning

In my head, Vivian loses her fight against breast cancer the July after the Marauders graduate from Hogwarts, and afterwords Remus gets a tattoo of her name in Arabic on his chest, and the word for soul on the nape of his neck. He locks away that battered copy of Magnun Layla in the wooden box she gave him years ago, along with a woolen  scarf that smelt like her perfume.

 It’s Sirius who buys a set of prayer beads to hang off her photo above the mantel in the flat he and Remus share, and when Remus sees it he literally feels like  he might crack open with tears, but opts to kiss Sirius thank you instead, and they stay tangled on the sofa for the rest of the day in quiet contemplation.

One night, in late 1979, while  the war was only getting worse and worse—  Sirius was hit by a cutting curse to the ribs. And it was really fucking bad, but thankfully James got him to his house in time for Lily to help and heal. He slept for the most part for nearly an entire day, but remembers snippets. Like when Remus had sprinted into the room with fear painted all over his soft features, and when James put a cooling cloth to his head. But most distinctly, Sirius recalls Remus gingerly lying besides him and Sirius talking gibberish at his boyfriend while Remus plunged his entire face against his back, eyes wet with tears and body shuttering as he squeezed him softly, saying something quietly in Arabic. Sirius obviously didn’t understand like 99.9% of it, but he did catch the word “Habibi,” which he instantly remembers as an old pet name Vivian use to call Remus with so much love it made her entire countenance sparkle. It’s an endearment  that means beloved, or darling, and it feels like Remus is begging Sirius to stay with him and Sirius’s throat is still raw from the screaming, so he can only  reply by dragging Remus’s hand up to his mouth and kissing his knuckles tenderly. And he knows that whatever he does for the rest of his days, he loves Remus Lupin with every cell in his body.

Oof this got mad depressing��. Chow anyways, I can add a picture of the container you’re suppose to use for the instance if anyone wants that?

Thank you again dear Nonny!!!

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Up next for rage blogging a netflix show as I watch it: Next in Fashion

- Omg everybody’s outfits and their personalities!!! <3 <3 <3 It’s really painful that every episode someone gets eliminated because they are all so amazing.

- Really hated Isaac’s attitude, though, and the dynamics that resulted from pairing him with Nasheli. She deserved so much better! She would have done so much better with another partner! It was extremely unfair to her.

- I especially loved Carli and Daniel’s pantsdress in ep 1 - I really wish I could wear it! :O

- Painful watching Hayley and Julian - he was such a character and I would have liked to see more of both of their work, but they just did not fit together. No surprise at all that the teams who know each other well and have worked together a lot already are the most successful. 

- In the streetwear competition, on a scale from 1 to 10, how racist was it that both of the teams chosen as the bottom two had the only Black women, and the only Black people left in the competition? In streetwear? Seriously? Bless guest judge Kerby Jean-Raymond. The show is edited and scripted to be extremely emotional (literally people are crying all the time, it’s fantastic), but at that point, when he decided to walk out, I truly felt it so much. Love him. Love Kiki and Farai, who are constantly being judged much harsher than the other contestants. Thankfully here the “nobody gets eliminated” move was used for good, and not to keep in boring old white guys like in Blown Away ... because there are no boring old white guys in this show! Yay! :D

UPDATE 1:

Ep. 5 - I’m not that interested in underwear, but I really enjoyed all the boxer shorts for the women’s looks. And Angel’s men’s look was amazing! I wish they would have shown it without the jacket. There was way too much focus on the made-up bra support issue. Women actually like to feel comfortable, and wasn’t it interesting that both of the all-women teams made bras without wires ... maybe because they know how uncomfortable that shit is?! So yeah ... :-/ To be honest it felt like a setup that the tops MUST have underwire and pushup. (That’s so 90′s though?) The judges didn’t ask Farai and Kiki’s model how she felt in it, like they asked one of the others, they just straight up decided to hate their creation because of the missing underwire. They acted so rude when they were looking closer at their design, the whole “What’s this?!” and pawing right under the model’s boobs. :/ Also I didn’t like Claire’s attitude and being angry that nobody was eliminated last time - so she’d have preferred if her own team was eliminated? And guess what ... 

Ep. 6 - Claire and Adolfo were eliminated, so maybe it taught her a lesson to not throw her own people under the bus? Or not ... I don’t know, it was somehow interesting how she stressed her Asian half at the end (in the speech about how she is still to be taken seriously even though she is small and half Asian), as if she wanted to distance herself from her Blackness, and look away from how racist the elimination process was? I may be reading too much into it - I’m also mixed race and really interested in how other mixed race people experience it. Still impressive that Claire and Adolfo got so far without having worked together before, if I’m not mistaken. Btw one of the judges went out of their way to compliment the unfinished edges on one look, while it had been so harshly criticized when Farai and Kiki did unfinished edges on the streetwear challenge. Sigh. All the looks in this challenge were really great, and I guess that says something about my own style ... \m/ 

I don’t know if I want to keep watching, because the judges are so irritating (sorry Tan :( ) and the elimination part is so stressful ... But I also want to see more amazing clothes and how these amazing people make them in such a short time!

UPDATE 2:

Ep. 7 - Nooo, Angelo ... It was totally fair that he was eliminated for his grave lack of technical skill, I just loved watching him on the show so much. Together with Charles they were unstoppable and complemented each other so well, but apart? ;___; Same with Carli, together with Daniel they were awesome. I could relate a lot to wanting to quit instead of finishing something half-assed. :/ So nice that other contestants were looking out for her. It felt a bit more relaxing to watch now, although the stakes keep getting higher and the contestants fewer, but it seems like they are being judged more fairly now that Anti-Black racism is off the table lmao ... Sigh, I’d really love to watch arts and crafts contests with only Black judges and contestants. + I adore Adidas and wear way too much of it, but cringe at Jo Aberg’s heavy Swedish accent, haha (I used to live in Sweden and way too many of them go around telling foreigners that Swedes don’t have an accent when they speak English *eyeroll*).

Ep. 8 - Daniel seems like such a genuinely nice and caring person, so it’s kind of okay that the white guy stayed in the game over the two Asian guys. Charles on his own was perhaps missing Angelo’s pizzazz ^^ ... I liked Marco and his stuff a lot, and it seemed a bit like a setup here, too, that they criticized his design for being “too costumey” (I kind of hate that word now thanks to this series) and he got thrown off, instead of just doing his thing the way he wanted it, regardless of whether he would be eliminated for it.  Kind of “pro wrestling” that Minju was so freaked out by the challenge and then she made the best look hands down. Loved it! Especially with the leather band/harness - I don’t get why they criticized it. Overall I was a bit disappointed in all the other looks, because I like a lot about military style, but very few except Minju used the kind of stuff that I like. I didn’t really like Angel’s look that much - the concept was amazing, but that coat seemed a bit awkward to wear and I’m a bit confused about why everyone liked it so much, but maybe I just don’t get that about fashion. Happy for her though! Many of her other looks have been really great. + Judge Elizabeth’s crooked tie drove me bonkers. WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE FASHION WHEN YOUR TIE DOES NOT COVER YOUR TOP BUTTON. lol

UPDATE 3: SEMIFINALS

I’m happy for Minju and Daniel and can’t wait to see them in the finale! I liked Ashton’s looks so much! I’d love to wear the women’s top (and maybe I will try to sew something similar for myself :-p). Loved the reference to hakama - I thought he made all the right choices of what to adopt from the inspiration. A bit bummed that he got eliminated, especially since he was so community oriented when he talked about what it would mean for him to win.  I squealed when I heard Angel’s inspiration, Tibetan horse racing! Here I felt like the looks were a bit far off from the inspiration. But they looked so gorgeous. Maybe if she’d used the bleach lace pattern (on the edges for example) it would have been even more amazing. The women’s look was so great! Though I was a bit concerned about the crotch exposure :D Overall maybe Angel didn’t need the win so I guess it’s fine that she got eliminated. I’m a bit confused about why they were so in awe about Daniel’s looks. Both of the looks were really nice and clean, but I didn’t think they were all that interesting or innovative, and the message was a bit simplistic. And I literally made a similar quilt a few months ago, so I can’t really agree with the “it’s NEVER been done before” sentiments. I’m really looking forward to his stuff in the finale though! For Minju I felt the same, it was great, but I couldn’t really relate to how they thought it was so new and fresh. The men’s pant length would have surely gotten her eliminated if she’d been Black, haha. Can’t wait to see what she makes in the finale - I’ve loved almost everything she did so far.

UPDATE 4: FINALE!!!

OMFG MINJU!!!!! YAY!!!!! Aaaaah, her collection was so beautiful and fun! And all women’s looks! It was so nice!  It was so nice that Minju’s sister also realised that she had held Minju back creatively and that it was wrong to do that. I didn’t read spoilers about the ending, and kept nervously thinking that it wouldn’t surprise me if Daniel the white guy won the entire competition, but then Minju won and Daniel was so happy for her! <3 <3 <3 I cried so much!

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A/N: omfg i love this. In the Philippines (I’m Filipino), thick accents are frowned upon when speaking english and goddamn isn’t that cultural hegemony in the finest. I’m not that familiar with the ideological and cultural implications of being a Latina in a majority caucasian society but I do know what a poc feels like in a prejudiced country so I’ll do my best. Again my sincerest apologies if I get some shit wrong. Thanks for the request anon!  🌻🌻🌻

Accents (Roger Taylor x Reader) 

You were watching Roger, who was absentmindedly testing some mixes on the soundboard in the new studio. You quickly thought of an excuse 

“Honey, do you know where the loo is?” 

He whipped his head back and stared at you like you were some stranger he’s never seen before.  You chose to ignore this and leaned on the doorframe to appear casual. 

“Why are you talking like that?” he muttered, his brows furrowing. 

“Like what?” you continued. Some people say Roger was the most stubborn person in their lot, but they haven’t exactly seen you at 6am in the morning. 

He pointed a finger at you accusingly. “Like that! Exactly what you just said! Why are you talking like that! Where’s your accent!” 

You didn’t understand why he was shouting. It was surprisingly endearing. 

“Well... I’ve decided... I want to practice speaking with an English accent.” you tipped your nose up, determined to have your way. 

His brow furrowed even deeper started shaking his head. It appeared as if he was attempting at saying something but he couldn’t quite word it out. He looked like an angry flustered gerbil running around the studio. You really wished you had Brian’s camera right now. 

It eventually ended up as a very insistent “Why?!” 

You looked away, quickly thinking of an excuse.  “Stop that! I know you’re thinking of up a lie!” he rushed towards you.  You rolled your eyes and plopped down on the couch.  “Fine. I get really insecure with my accent when I’m with you. Roger’s Latina girlfriend with the stupid accent.” you crossed your arms, you felt yourself becoming more vulnerable and you hated it.  You saw Roger’s face contort in absolute rage.  “Interviewers throw me this look when I start speaking and I just-- I hate it! I hate seeing-- “Y’know fuck ‘em! Fuck those stupid tabloids and fuck everyone who doesn’t think you accent is so fucking beautiful!” he exploded.  “I love you accent! I fucking love hearing your accent waking me in the morning. I love it even more when you speak in your mother tongue! Babe, you’re language is so fucking beautiful, in the back of my head I want to learn it no matter how fucking complicated it is!”  Roger was so pissed he was pacing and practically fuming at the mouth. You felt like you should start calming him down. But you felt the tears stinging the back of your eyes from how much he loved your heritage. 

“I’ll rip those tabloids apart if they so ever give you one racist or derogatory rema--.” “Roger.” “What.” “Come here.” you patted your lap. Roger’s shoulders slumped and he carefully placed himself in your lap. Some people found this odd, but honestly the both of you loved sitting together like this. You placed a little peck on his pouting lips.  “I love you.” you said, allowing your tongue to roll naturally with your native accent. 

You saw the little smile on Roger’s face. You knew you wouldn’t replace that small smile for the most perfect of accents. 

His smile grew to something more mischievous.  “That’s really sexy. Say that again.”  You giggled. “I said I love you.” 

He grinned and got off your lap. He knelt between your legs and yanked you closer to his face.  “How about you teach me how to speak like that?” he said tugging off your underwear. 

A/N: aghhhh i hope I didn’t mess up. Keep requesting guys! 🌻🌻🌻

[verothexeno]

“hi, I’m not from the US” ask set

given how Americanized this site is, it’s important to celebrate all our countries and nationalities - with all their quirks and vices and ridiculousness, and all that might seem strange to outsiders. ^^^Found that and I wanted to give it a try :) ! My country is Canada. I live in Québec, which means there’s a lot of French influence. HERE I GOOOOO

1. favourite place in your country? Montréal at night. Depending on where you are, things can either be really peaceful or really energetic. Although I’m not fond of living in that city, the years I spent there during college were just out of this world. It’s a feeling I never want to forget.

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad? I’ve never spent holidays abroad. I’ve always been in my country because, HAH, it snows so much that planes have difficulties taking off sometimes HAHAHA

3. does your country have access to sea? Yeh ! As Canada’s motto goes by: A Mari Usque Ad Mare. From Sea to Sea.

4. favourite dish specific for your country? POUTINE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Especially when drunk, omfg.

5. favourite song in your native language? Daniel Bélanger - Les Deux Printemps / OR / Véronique Dicaire - Feel Happy and many more !

6. most hated song in your native language? OH GOD UHM ... so many? One for sure is Mes Aïeux - Dégénération ... that song was played everywhere FOR SO LONG AND I HATE IT SO MUCH. IT’S BORING AND REPETITIVE, JUST LIKE A FREAKING RIGODON. FFFFFUUUCCKKKK.

7. three words from your native language that you like the most? Tabarnack. Ciboire. Osti d’câlisse. .... ALL SWEAR WORDS.

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom? WIth French from France, obviously :B !! But I don’t have the outrageous accent they have HAHA. When I speak English though sometimes my french accent comes out and people are always curious about my nationality whenever I go to the USA.

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best? I MEAN. The only neighbouring country there is is the USA x’DDDD and I’ve visitied a couple of times. I want to go there more though :) !

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language? TABARNACK !!!!!

11. favourite native writer/poet? Alfred Desrochers. There’s probably more but he’s the first one to pop in my mind right now. I had to do an analysis of his work at University and I’ve fallen in love with his writing <3

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem? Man, it sucks. HAHAHAH. I mean, French tends to be very poetic and uses a lot of words to describe one things; while English is very short and precise. It’s hard to convey certain feelings through that language :’T ... when I write in French, my paragraphs are way bigger than when I write in English x’D

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders? Hmmm, idk. My grandma has that weird thing going on that she can tell if the winter is going to be rough only by looking at onions throughout the summer/autumn. IT’S AN OLD THING.

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV? For humor, I have to agree that Québec has a very good sense of it. Otherwise, I think most TV shows and movies are shit. It’s poorly funded most of the time and they tend to be dramatic/family drama most of the time. It sucks balls and I’m bored of it. Québecers are thirsty for it though, holy fuck!

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? That we’re all nice and polite and very accepting. Half bullshit, half truth. A lot of people here are very racist, but a good portion of them still have a good heart and will help others in times of need. Québec people are very family centered and heart-warming.

17. are you interested in your country’s history? Yes, although it’s very boring x’DDD

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language? Of course I do ! I was raised in it HAHAHA

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem? Yeah, it’s nice :) !! It’s nice that our anthem is both in French and English !

20. which sport is The Sport in your country? Hockey -_____________________-

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be? Maple syrup and a flannel shirt HAHAHAHAHAHA

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed? We’re very open to others and willing to make changes. But our governement is shit and there’s still so many problems with the natives, it’s ridiculous :(

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country? Most people here drink beer. I prefer WINE.

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country? The USA. France. English Canadians.

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country? Frankly, no. I love my country. It’s beautiful - not perfect - but a good place to live in.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal? I’ve seen some French Canadian characters in some animated movies and I think even live action movies ? They tend to give them French from France accents, but otherwise it’s not much. I think Québecers and French accents are very different when they’re speaking in English.

27. favourite national celebrity? uurrhhgg ? Céline Dion xDDDDD she’s from Québec.

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites? Québec has a lot of forests, lakes and rivers. But as for mountains, you NEED to go to British Columbia. The mountains there are BEAUTIFUL <3

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country? Ontario :U ... hell, the rest of Canada doesn’t really like us xDDDD

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family? We’re all from here ! But in term of heritage, most of it is from France, Germany and Ireland !

[skelenyxx]

4 - Secret British Accent Society ~ WOR

"Let the eagle fly. Freedom in the night. Let the eagle fly. Legends never die!" ~ New Years Day

.•*•.•*•.•*•.

*Katrina's POV*

People gave us weird looks as we passed them heading to our class. Yeah, we're weird. Get over it.

I stopped us in front of the classroom, M5. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and lead the group in.

"Good afternoon Miss Stampson," Mrs. Pendell said.

"Hi Mrs. Pendell. How are you?" I replied. She was a pretty woman in her mid twenties with long brown hair and green eyes. She was always kind. She knew how to employ discipline in students without being mean. I had her for three years as a math teacher and she was one of my favorites.

"I'm fine, thank you." She turned her attention to the boys. "Ah, you must be the gentlemen from the band. What are your names?"

Jinxx stepped forward first. "You can call me Jinxx," he said as he reached out his hand so she could shake it. She gave him a curious look and accepted the gesture.

"Jinxx? Don't you have a last name?"

"It's just Jinxx," he stated with a smile.

Andy stepped in. "My name's Andy, Andy Biersack."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Biersack."

The introductions continued and when Ash finally stepped up, Mrs. Pendell eyed him suspiciously. "You're not going to be a trouble maker, are you Mr. Purdy?" She asked pointedly.

Ashley chuckled. "No ma'm."

She continued to look at him, but directed the boys to their seats, which were directly in front of mine in the back of the class room. I pulled out my phone as the bell rang and began to scroll through Twitter. I smiled as I saw a picture that CC snapped with the guys in front of the school this morning. He blurred out the name of the school, but it was apparent to me that it was our school. In the picture, Jinxx was pulling one of his mysterious poses, Jake was pretending to strangle CC, and Andy looked like he was about to bite Ashley's head off.  Literally.

I decided to post something about what is going on. So while the guys were paying attention to Mrs. Pendell, I discretely snapped a picture of the guys and posted it.

@notyouraverageKat: Regretting your decision yet boys? xD @AndyBlack @ccbvb @JinxxBVB @AshleyPurdy @JakePittsBVB

I saw Andy pull out his phone and not long after, my phone vibrated.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat I forgot why I hated math in high school.

I quickly replied back.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack Haha. Thinking about backing out yet?

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat I don't give up that easy.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack Just wait till English. Mr. Fredricks will have you runnin with your tail between your legs.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat but I don't need English. I speak British.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack You and your Secret British Accent Society.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat Yep. SBAS.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack More like BS.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat not even

@AshleyPurdy: @AndyBlack @notyouraverageKat What's this I hear about a tail between the legs?

@JinxxBVB: @AndyBlack @notyouraverageKat @AshleyPurdy I am deeply intrigued.

@JakePittsBVB: @JinxxBVB wtf dude?

@notyouraverageKat: @AshleyPurdy @JakePittsBVB @JinxxBVB I was talking about our English teacher, Mr. Fredricks

@AshleyPurdy: @notyouraverageKat why do we need to take English?! I've been speaking English for 28 years. I don't need English!

@ccbvb: @AshleyPurdy You're 30 dude. What did you speak the other 2 years?

@AshleyPurdy: @ccbvb Gibberish

@notyouraverageKat: @AshleyPurdy @ccbvb omfg

@JinxxBVB: @notyouraverageKat @AshleyPurdy @ccbvb @JakePittsBVB @AndyBlack But at least in English you can use big words like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

@notyouraverageKat: @JinxxBVB I thought Andy was the one who uses big words.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat He stole my job.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack @JinxxBVB @AshleyPurdy @ccBVB @JakePittsBVB haha well you guys might wanna put your phones away or you're gonna get detention.

@ccbvb: @notyouraverageKat psh. Nah.

@notyouraverageKat: @ccbvb suit yourself

I put my phone down and right on cue, Mrs. Pendell called CC out.

"Mr. Coma. Would you like to spend after school in detention?"

CC looked up from his phone like a deer in headlights and I suppressed a laugh.

"No ma'm."

"Then put your phone away and pay attention."

I pulled out my phone and typed up something on Twitter.

@notyouraverageKat: @ccbvb BUSTED

CC silently pulled out his phone and typed something.

@ccbvb: @notyouraverageKat oh shut up

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The rest of the school day passed seamlessly. The guys seemed bored out of their minds for most of it, but still kept up. They seemed to have the most fun in P.E., although it's quite understandable why. We were playing dodgeball and it was boys against girls.

When the game started, it was pretty even. Of course, the guys were on the opposite team. Most of the people of the boys' team avoided them, which resulted in them getting hit by my team. I greatly enjoyed hitting a few guys in the face, but the best part was when it became a rivalry between the guys and I. I managed to hit Andy in the back and got him out. The rest of the guys turned toward me and started throwing the balls. They missed. Ash threw his ball a little too high and I caught it, which sent him out, too. Then CC, Jinxx and Jake all threw at the same time and I couldn't dodge them. So I was out too.

I pulled out of the parking lot and smiled as I went through the day in my head. It truly had been a good day.

I pulled into the parking area of my apartment complex, underneath the overhang. I got out and grabbed my bag.

George was working the front desk as I walked into the lobby. "Hey Katrina. How was school?" George was 20 with blonde hair and pale skin. His hazel eyes stood out from his complexion and contrasted with his black snakebites. His dad owned the complex, so even though he wasn't that sociable, he still got a job.

"It was actually pretty good," I told him as I leaned on the front desk.

"That's a first in what, a month?'

"It's only been about a week!" I exclaimed.

"Whatever," he laughed.  "So what's got you all happy?"

"I finally got my Senior Project going!" I smiled a cheesy grin. "You're not going to believe what band it is!"

"What band?"

"Guess."

He thought for a few seconds. "Is it at least a good band?"

"I would say most definitely."

"What genre?"

"Rock."

He thought some more, then his face lit up with realization. "It's BVB isn't it!"

"How'd you know?" I asked him.

"I saw a pic of them on Twitter this morning out in front of a high school. I didn't realize until now that it was the high school here, though. Damn, you really know how to work your connections don't you?" He gave me a smirk.

"Actually I didn't do anything but send out the request. The school did everything. I didn't even know they were coming until this morning." I stuck out my tongue.

"You're mature," he laughed.

"Haha that's what Jinxx said."

"Wait, so you actually talked to them!?" He was going fanboy with this. He too was a huge fan of BVB.

"Yeah and they're really cool. I spent most of lunch with them and they're taking all the same classes I am, so yeah."

Right then, George's dad, Mr. Baxter, walked in. He looked at George and I talking and said, "George, get back to work before I cut your pay to minimum wage."

George scrambled back to his papers and started writing.

"Well I gotta go anyway. See you later, George," I said as I waved goodbye.

"Bye Katrina," he said without looking up.

I took the elevator to the third floor, being too lazy to take the stairs. As I entered my apartment, I tossed my bag to the floor and walked into my room. The wall opposite the door had a window and under that sat my bed. My bed had a purple and teal polka-dotted bedspread and black sheets. In the left corner beside my bed was a darkened wood framed mirror, and on the other side of my bed was a light wooded desk covered in papers, makeup supplies, and a few curling irons and flat irons. On the right wall was the doorless closet.

My walls were white, but you wouldn't be able to tell that by looking at the left wall. The entire wall was covered in band related things: quotes, pictures, and posters of BVB, SWS, MCR, Linkin Park, PTV and Breaking Benjamin. There was also a Black Ops II and a Call of Duty: Ghosts poster up there as well. Any portion of the wall that didn't have anything on it was covered up by a neon pink post-it note that had song lyrics written on it.

The rest of my walls were dedicated to my friends and I. There were scattered pictures of us at football games and rallies, making stupid faces and climbing on each other's backs. There were a few pictures that we had taken of us at the Sadie's dance a few years back and at our Junior Prom. Looking at those pictures made me miss them, but I couldn't take them down. They were the first people to ever accept the real me. And regardless of whether they were close friends or not, they made my high school years worth it. They kept me happy and out of the darkness that seemed to overwhelm my life. But lately, even their occasional company was enough to help.  The darkness had been really clouding my life. The arrival of the guys had really helped today, but in a week, they'll be leaving too, and I'll be back to my solitary life.

I pushed that thought from my mind. I couldn't be focusing on the past that I couldn't change or the future that hadn't even happened yet. I had to focus on the here and now.

I pulled off my leather jacket and the rest of my clothes. I pulled on a pair of old and comfortable ripped up jeans and an ACDC shirt that I had cut and tied into a razor back. I pulled my long, dirty blonde hair into a ponytail and sat down on my bed, looking at the framed picture of my parents and I that sat on my bedside table.

In the picture, I was about three years old. I had my light blonde hair pulled up into two pigtails and I was smiling really big, like I was having the time of my life. I was sitting on my dad's shoulders, holding on to his head while he held my legs. He had a graying mustache, brown hair and blue eyes. His face was smiling, with creases by his eyes. Right beside us was my mom, long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and worry wrinkles on her forehead. She was looking at us, smiling with happiness and love. Why did I have to lose that?

I can still remember the voice of the man taking me out of daycare, telling me that my parents were gone, that I was never going to see them again. To be honest he couldn't have been more blunt. I remember the day that I was put in the orphanage. Both my parents were an only child and my grandparents were dead, so I had no where to go. And I remember curling up in my new room and crying for hours, with no one there to comfort me. I had only been three, going on four, and that picture was the only picture I had left of us. Merely days after I got put in the orphanage, our house got burned down by an arsonist. Ironic, I know.

I pushed those thoughts from my mind as well. I didn't want to think about those things, not on a day as great as this.

Seconds later, my phone dinged, pulling me back to reality. I checked it and it was Andy. I had given the guys my number in case they needed it for help on homework, but I wasn't actually expecting them to use it.

(A/N: A=Andy K=Katrina)

A: Math is killing meeeeeeeeeeeee. Like I don't ever remember doing this shit

K: Haha need help?

A: YES we have been trying to do this for like an hour and we haven't figured it out yet.

K: Well then I'm on my way

A: Bring fooooooooooood ~ Ashley

A: Sorry, Ash took my phone

K: Lol well tell him that I'll bring Taco Bell xD

A: Ugh Jake told me to tell you to bring Chinese food (don't do it)

K: Well tell Jake that ima broke ass bitch so it aint happening

A: Rofl ok

I chuckled as I put my phone in my pocket and started to head out to my car.

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I pulled into the driveway of the house that they were staying in. It was quite large. I got out and walked to the door. Before I even had the chance to knock, the door swung open to CC.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" He screamed as he snatched the bag out of my hands and ran inside. Jake came to the door and let me in.

"Apparently CC is hungry," he said to me as he led me to the living room where everyone was at.

"Apparently," I laughed as we entered.

"THANK YOU!" CC said with a mouth full of food.

I laughed, "You're welcome, CC."

Andy patted the seat beside him on the couch and said, "So we figured out how to do the problem."

"How'd you manage that?" I inquired as I sat down.

"You sound surprised," Jinxx remarked.

"Yeah, we're smart," Ashley added.

"Sometimes," Jake said.

I laughed. "No it's not that, it's just that Andy made it sound like it was terrible."

"It was. But we looked it up on YouTube," Andy said.

"So you cheated?"

"No! It's called using your resources."

"Sure it is," I laughed.

Next thing I know, CC is flying through the air and landing on me and Andy. I squealed and pushed him off of us onto the floor. Everyone was laughing as CC pouted at me.

"Meany," he said.

"Hey, you're the one who jumped on us," I laughed.

CC shrugged and got up off the floor and walked out of the room. Moments later, he returned with a movie in hand.

"What movie is that?" Jinxx asked him as he put it into the CD player.

"Oculus," he stated with a devilish grin.

"YES!" I screamed while throwing my arms in the air. "HORROR MOVIE!"

"Someone's excited," Jake stated while sitting down.

"I love horror movies," I gushed. "They scare the living crap out of me but I still love them."

"Well good, you'll fit right in," Andy laughed as he pulled out a blanket

We all settled down around the living room and watched the movie. Multiple times I curled up in a ball, covering my eyes when I thought a jumpscare was about to happen. After about the 5th time, Andy turned to look at me and chuckled.

"I thought you like horror movies."

"I do but I hate jumpscares," I replied as I curled into a ball again and braced for another one. In the dark I saw him smirk as he scooted closer to me and put his arm around me. I sighed, uncurled and accepted the gesture.

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Sometime during the movie, I dozed off. I had a dreamless sleep, which was sort of unusual considering I normally have endless nightmares and the occasional night terror. I woke to someone laughing.

I opened my eyes to a blinding light. At first, I wasn't sure where I was, but as my eyes adjusted, I made out the living room and remembered. The person laughing was Jake. He stood in front of me and was laughing, seemingly, at me.

After a moment, I realized why. I was on the couch with a blanket over me, and I had been sleeping on Andy. His arm was still around me and I had been resting on his shoulder.

I immediately got up and tried not to wake him, but he woke anyway.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You two were sleeping together on the couch," Jake replied whilst still laughing. I fought the blush rising to my cheeks. Then I realized something.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"7:00 am. Why?"

"Shit. I need to go to my apartment to get ready for school at 8:00."

"I'll go with you," Andy offered as he got up and began to head upstairs to where I assume his room is.

Within a few minutes, Andy came back down and we headed to my car. As we drove down the road, Andy went through a few of my CDs and pulled one out. With a smirk, he put it in without me seeing. I immediately recognized the sound of Exordium ringing through the vehicle. I smiled as I mouthed the words.

The kingdom of God is inside you and all around you

Not in a mansion of wood and stone

Split a piece of wood, and God is there

Lift a stone, and you will find God

I laughed lightly as I saw Andy do the same as me.

When we pulled up, I rushed inside with Andy in tow. When we got to my apartment, he stayed in my room while I changed in the bathroom. A purple T-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, simple, but perfect for me.  I flat ironed my hair real quick and put on a light amount of makeup. I also put on my Warped Tour rubber band bracelet and my BVB rosary necklace.

I exited the bathroom to find Andy going through the CDs on my self.

"You have quite the collection of albums over here," he commented.

I smiled. "Thanks. Whenever I have extra money, I go out and buy a CD. I prefer hard copies."

"Damn. Green Day, Falling in Reverse, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, Avenged Sevenfold, Flyleaf, and there's still more!"

"Heh, yeah."

He turned to a picture on my wall of me with BVB. It was taken a few years ago at one of their shows. It was the first and only concert I had ever been to.

"You met us?"

"Yeah, years ago. Wretched and Divine Tour."

He smiled. "What other shows have you seen?"

"That's the only one I've ever been to."

"I feel lucky."

He then picked up the picture of my parents and I. He is in a really curious mood.

"Are these your parents?"

"Yeah."

"Where are they now?"

"They uh moved. They moved to Maryland.  I moved into the apartment so I could stay here." That was a boldfaced lie. They're gone. But I wouldn't tell him that. He didn't need my pity story.

"Oh."

"I don't mean to dampen your curious mood, but we need to get going if we're gonna make it to school on time."

"Oh, right. School. Fun."

"Haha you know it. Come on. Let's go."

[electroma89]

Yah, you know what you gotta do (ａｎｓｗｅｒａｌｌｏｆｔｈｅｍ)

Oh woman for the love of god! (Jk thanks!)

1. What is you middle name?: Camila (don’t like it not gonna lie)

2. How old are you?: 283. When is your birthday?: 30/11

4. What is your zodiac sign?: Sagittarius (yeah as if all the astrological garbage I reblog didn’t give it away ha)

5. What is your favorite color?: Purple, Black

6. What’s your lucky number?: I’ve been dreaming with 213 lately so

7. Do you have any pets?: My dog Peludo (he’s turning 17 next month omfg, my little fluffy grandpa)

8. Where are you from?: Santiago de Chile

9. How tall are you?: Last time I checked: 1,63 cm

10. What shoe size are you?: Idk about measurements in other countries, but here in Chile I buy #40, and in Mexico I bought #6 (so in conclusion, my feet are big)11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?: Oh boy, I don’t want anyone to imagine this huge fancy closet bc I despise high heels, I own mostly sneakers or combat boots. That anda a few espadrilles make like… Mmm let’s say… 30?

12. What was your last dream about?: I remember the feeling, I was super happy (that’s why I was so annoyed when my pone woke me) but I can remember anything else!

13. What talents do you have?: Memorizing random shit counts?

14. Are you psychic in any way?: No (to my inner Carrie: if you’re in there, time to get out bitch)

15. Favorite song?: What kind of evil question is this!? (anyway I made a 90′s playlist so you can get an idea

16. Favorite movie?: Howl’s Moving Castle

17. Who would be your ideal partner?: Someone who can be my best friend and partner in crime

18. Do you want children?: Lmao no

19. Do you want a church wedding?: LMAO no

20. Are you religious?: I’m spiritual, I think is part of every human (even if it’s just a small part) but I’m not religious

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?: Yup, my appendix exploded when I was 5.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?: No, but maybe in the next four years bc shitty president

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?: Ok why don’t you just rip my heart outta my chest?

24. Baths or showers?: I don’t have a bathub, so no choice for me

25. What color socks are you wearing?: Socks? In this economy? (It’s 28°C rn)

26. Have you ever been famous?: Yeah I have 631 followers I’m famous af

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?: Maybe in the music industry

28. What type of music do you like?: Rock, metal, j pop (yeah you read that right), folklore

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?: No but I want to

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?: 2

31. What position do you usually sleep in?: On my side, hand under the pillow

32. How big is your house?: The average latino house is rather small for our bigs families, but you know that

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?: Mug of tea with milk, cheese and ham snadwich, a few cookies

34. Have you ever fired a gun?: I don’t live in the USA lol

35. Have you ever tried archery?: No, would be cool tho

36. Favorite clean word?: encachao

37. Favorite swear word?: conchetumare

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?: 3 days (I studied architecture so yeah)

39. Do you have any scars?: Appendicitis, and a few in my arms

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?: Nah

41. Are you a good liar?: Mostly

42. Are you a good judge of character?: Not lately

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?: Latinos live for that, you know, we have so many accents in the same language

44. Do you have a strong accent?: When I speak english? Yeah ofc

45. What is your favorite accent?: I do the spaniard accent a lot

46. What is your personality type?: INTJ

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?: A pair of golden boots

48. Can you curl your tongue?: Yup

49. Are you an innie or an outie?: As if I like being indoors? Yes, but not everyday

50. Left or right handed?: Right

51. Are you scared of spiders?: No

52. Favorite food?: Charquicán

53. Favorite foreign food?: Picadas, tacos al pastor, come to me!!!

54. Are you a clean or messy person?: Clean with an orginazed chaos

55. Most used phrased?: “O sea obvio, valor”

56. Most used word?: oye

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?: 1 ½ hour, shower included

58. Do you have much of an ego?: Perhaps, there are people who confuse ego with self love tho

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?: Suck bc braces

60. Do you talk to yourself?: When I’m alone

61. Do you sing to yourself?: Yup

62. Are you a good singer?: I’ll say I’m average but I like my voice

63. Biggest Fear?: Floods are my tw

64. Are you a gossip?: No I hate it

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?: Truman Show is one of my faves

66. Do you like long or short hair?: Short, but I’m letting my hair grow, ironic ik

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?: Why would I?

68. Favorite school subject?: English, arts

69. Extrovert or Introvert?: Introvert at first

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?: I wish

71. What makes you nervous?: Driving (it’s more of a anxiety attack kinda thing)

72. Are you scared of the dark?: Sometimes

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?: All the time

74. Are you ticklish?: Yeah, my bf know and takes advantage of that omg

75. Have you ever started a rumor?: No

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?: Being leader in my project group counts?

77. Have you ever drank underage?: My first beer was at 13 (pretty lame brand tho)

78. Have you ever done drugs?: Alcohol is a drug

79. Who was your first real crush?: A friend I made in my summer vacations

80. How many piercings do you have?: The usual in my ears

81. Can you roll your Rs?“: I’m latino ofc I can

82. How fast can you type?: Not really fast since I’m a bit dyslexic and now I have acrilic nails so it’s even worse

83. How fast can you run?: I can’t run for my life lol

84. What color is your hair?: Brown

85. What color is your eyes?: BROWN

86. What are you allergic to?: seasonal allergies

87. Do you keep a journal?: Used to, I burned them tho lol

88. What do your parents do?: My mom works in an office as a receptionist

89. Do you like your age?: Yes, I feel like I’m 24 tho

90. What makes you angry?: When no one takes me seriously (when I’m being serious ofc)

91. Do you like your own name?: My first name, yes

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?: When I was younger, but I forgot

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?: Lmao do you ask a nonbinary person this type of question? LOL

94. What are you strengths?: I’m not sure if I have any

95. What are your weaknesses?: No patience, always optimistic

96. How did you get your name?: My mom wanted to give me a name that sounded “big and important”

97. Were your ancestors royalty?: This is the whitest question ever, I can really track my ancestors bc, you know, invasion, conquest, genocide and rape?

98. Do you have any scars?: Again!?

99. Color of your bedspread?: White and purple

100. Color of your room?: Light blue (I hate it)

(Te agregué una selfie de Peludo así que mas te vale leerlo todo)