#did you put name stickers on all your stationery when you were a kid?

[juulz]

17. Journal Diary

[mintaka14]

For the Lady’s Favour

A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

By Mintaka14

Chapter One

 Alya made soothing noises while Marinette moaned softly.

“It was just a setback,” Alya reassured her.

“It was a disaster was what it was,” Marinette mumbled into her desk, and wrapped her arms over her head. “Why does it always have to be so hard? Maybe the universe just doesn’t want me to be with Adrien.”

“I am not letting the universe dictate to us!” Alya insisted, and anyone watching would have felt for the universe in the face of Alya’s expression. As it was, Marinette didn’t look up.

“I’m just so tired,” Marinette muttered. “I’m tired of trying so hard to just speak to him without turning into a babbling mess. I’m tired of trying to get him to notice me.”

Alya patted her on her back.

“Why can’t someone chase me for a change? Where’s a knight in shining armour when you need one? Every anime heroine has one, why can’t I?”

Alya’s hand slowed. “You might be onto something there,” she said thoughtfully, but Marinette didn’t hear her.

“Someone willing to do brave deeds to win me,” Marinette said wistfully. “Go on quests, and do stuff to prove that I’m more than a good friend.”

Alya was sitting out of her line of sight. It sounded like she was writing something, but when Marinette turned to look Alya waved her away.

“You were saying about brave deeds?”

“I’d settle for a cup of coffee and someone who actually wants to spend time with me.”

“Got it,” Alya said, and Marinette swivelled around at the sound of tearing paper, but Alya had folded whatever it was out of sight. She reached across Marinette and snagged an envelope from the stationery drawer. As an afterthought, Alya snatched up a tiny sticker of a ladybug and added it to the envelope.

“Listen, I’ve got to meet Nino in a minute,” Alya told her a little guiltily. “You gonna be okay? I can come back later…”

Marinette waved her away with one hand. “I’m fine.” She sighed. “It’s not like I’m not used to crushing humiliation.”

She was engulfed in a hug, and then Alya whirled away to the staircase, the envelope in her hand.

“You will be fine,” her friend insisted. “Trust me.”

The door clicked shut, and Marinette frowned.

“Why did that sound so ominous?” she asked the suddenly silent bedroom.

~~~~~

Once the afternoon rush in Café des Fleurs started to settle, Luka paused to flick his blue-dyed hair out of his eyes and glanced around the tables. Everything seemed under control for the moment, no one needing refills, no empty tables that needed to be cleared. Most of the faces that afternoon were new to him, but one of the tables near the counter was occupied by three teenagers laughing over something.

The blond boy looked familiar, and Luka frowned, trying to remember where he knew him from. He wasn’t a regular customer. The kid with the headphones around his neck and the amiable expression was, though, and Luka remembered Nino because he had good taste in music and sometimes stopped to chat whenever the counter wasn’t too busy. Nino’s girlfriend, the sharp-eyed girl with the glasses, was pointing at the noticeboard beside the counter, and Luka turned to look.

The envelope pinned to the board that she was gesturing at hadn’t been there at the start of his shift, he was sure of that. He’d put up a flyer for his band’s gig on Friday, and there definitely hadn’t been an envelope of any sort there then. In fact, he could have sworn it wasn’t there before Nino and his girlfriend arrived in the middle of the afternoon rush.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning on the counter, as the girl unpinned it with overdone surprise and handed it to the blond boy.

“I wonder what this is, Adrien?” she asked disingenuously.

Radiant. Carefree. Dreamy. Adrien the Fragrance.

Luka’s eyebrow rose as he made the connection. Huh. That explained why the blond boy was so familiar. He’d been plastered on every billboard in Paris, and played out on every media site for what felt like months. Pretty enough, Luka supposed, but a little too synthetic for his taste.

“Are you brave enough?” the girl was reading from the envelope. “Well, are you going to open it, Adrien?”

“What if it’s for someone else?” the blond boy responded, turning it in his hands.

“There’s no name on it. Go on, you should open it.”

Egged on by his friends, Adrien opened the envelope, and Luka watched the the boy’s eyes go wide as he read the letter inside. He was looking for all the world as though every Christmas had come at once. And Nino’s girlfriend was trying to suppress a satisfied, and rather smug, smirk.

Luka bit back an amused smile, and turned away to deal with another customer, too busy to pay them any more mind for a while until he looked up from the coffee he was pouring to find the blond boy standing in front of the counter.

Radiant. Carefree… Damn. He was going to have that stuck in his head all day now. Hadn’t his sister said something about going to school with Adrien Agreste, the model?

The boy tapped the envelope on the edge of the counter, and then slid it towards Luka.

“I don’t suppose you saw who left this on the noticeboard, did you?” he asked hopefully. Luka sent a quick glance towards the table where Nino and his girlfriend wer sitting.

Pretty sure that was your friend’s girlfriend. He didn’t voice the thought, and, after all, he didn’t know for sure. Were they playing some kind of prank on the blond model?

“Sorry, mate,” he told Adrien. “But it can’t have been that long ago. It wasn’t there before the rush started.”

Adrien spun around to eye off the busy tables, but there were mostly middle-aged office workers and a couple of families with very young children, and he slumped noticeably.

“She’s not here,” he muttered. He turned back to Luka with a smile that looked a little too practised to be genuine. “Thanks, though.”

The girl leaned in as Adrien slid back into the chair beside her, and she seemed to be insisting on something. In the glimpses he had of the table between customers, Luka could see her talking hard at Adrien while the model scribbled something on a piece of paper in front of him with a look of deep concentration. Nino seemed to be staying out of it.

Luka was sliding a tray of coffee and pain au chocolat across the counter for the waitress to collect when Adrien approached the counter again, looking nervous now.

“Excuse me?”

Luka gave him an easy smile, and a raised eyebrow.

“Can I… put something on the noticeboard?”

“Feel free,” Luka said, and then his attention was claimed by a woman ordering café crème to go. When he finally had a moment to glance up, Adrien seemed to be getting ready leave, and there was a folded piece of paper pinned to the spot where the envelope had been. Luka leaned on the counter, waiting for the next move.

Sure enough, as soon as the model was out the door and into the expensive-looking black car that had pulled up outside the café, Nino’s girlfriend was taking down the note Adrien had left on the board. Nino didn’t look happy about it, Luka noticed.

“Alya,” the boy said, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

She gave him a dismissive wave of her hand. “It’s fine, Nino. It’s genius. You’ll see.”

They gathered their bags and headed for the door, neither of them seeing the sceptical lift of Luka’s eyebrow as he collected up their empty cups and gave the table a wipe. The customers got stranger every day.

~~~~~

Marinette hadn’t been expecting to see Alya again that afternoon, and when her bedroom trapdoor crashed open, the pencil swerved across the design she’d been sketching. Marinette muttered under her breath, and reached for the eraser.

“Tadah!” Alya announced, producing a folded page with a flourish and a smug grin. She held it out to Marinette. “You can thank me later.”

“What?” Marinette turned it in her hands, frowning at the little paw print drawn in one corner. “Alya, what is this?”

“This is your very own secret knight. Go on, read it!”

“Alya, what are you talking about?”

“Remember you were talking about wanting someone to do heroic deeds for you? So you don’t have to trip over yourself trying to get them to notice you?”

“Alya –“

“Just read it!” her friend said impatiently, and Marinette unfolded the page, reading the message inside.

‘My lady, Your bravery in issuing the challenge shall not go unmarked. I would be honoured to try for your favour with heroic deeds …’

“Alya, what the hell is this?!”

Alya’s grin grew wider and sharper. “Remember what you were talking about? Well, I just wrote it down and put it up on the public notice board at that coffee shop near the park. And someone took it!”

“Alya!”

Marinette stared at her friend in growing horror.

“How could you do this?! Someone wants to try for my favour? What kind of weirdo would do that?? What kind of friend would do that? I don’t even know who this is from! What if this is some creepy perv? What if –“

“Mari, calm down,” Alya cut off her rising panic. “Look, you’ve got nothing to lose here. They don’t know who you are, you don’t know who they are, you never have to even talk to them in person if you don’t want – it’s perfect.”

“Who – wha –“

“And of course I’m going to check them out for you, and make sure they’re not some skeev,” Alya added soothingly. She put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders, leaning down to meet her eyes. “I’ve got you covered. And, hey, what if it’s some really cute teenage boy who’ll love you forever? All you have to do is send a note back and get them to do something to show they’re serious.”

Marinette’s head was still spinning. “Like – what?”

Alya shrugged. “Coffee’s always a good start. Coffee’s a good first date, and you can find out a lot about a person by their taste in drinks. Ask them to send a coffee to wherever you want, and I’ll even deliver your request to the noticeboard myself. You don’t have to do a thing except wait for it to turn up. I’ve got you.”

“Coffee?” Marinette found herself repeating stupidly, and Alya gave her a grin.

“Or something like that.”

“I can do coffee. One drink can’t hurt, can it?”

[leupagus]

My Stationery Box, or: The Douche Chest, or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Being A Terrible Parody Of Myself

So I really love to write letters, and have since i was a kid — when i cleaned out my grandparents’ house I found a few I’d written in grade school, and my parents’ files are chocablock full of the weird collage type things I sent to them in college. 

I’ve also been a huge insufferable fucking snob about stationery since way too young (yes I did have a fountain pen phase, no it did not go well) and have been collecting fancy paper and cute cards and assorted weird writing paraphernalia forever. Up until recently, things were just kind of haphazardly stuffed in various drawers and shelves and I could never actually find any said fancy shit when I wanted it; but a couple of months ago I discovered an adorable little chest of my late mom’s that had previously housed, I think, her knitting and has mostly just been collecting dust since. And voila: The Douche Chest was born:

(Pictured with my elderly laptop and coffee with my coffee warmer, which I STRONGLY ENCOURAGE everyone to buy one day when we’re not under worldwide quarantine, seriously it will change your life.)

Keep Reading for some top tier stationerdery

First off, the stuff that helps me write! I still use my family address book, which was purchased sometime in the early 80s and has the name and address of everyone my parents ever cared enough about to want their name and address, which is actually not that many people. I keep it updated and have added a few people, but mostly rely on my phone’s address book. Mostly I like it because it’s got a lot of my mom’s handwriting.

My planner, which has a whole correspondence section where I keep a record of who I write to regularly, when I write to them, and what kind of stationery they usually get (because there are different types and you don’t want to give a correspondence an inconsistent letter-reading experience! Yes I know, I can’t believe I’m like this either) indicated by the m, s, x, l, b notations. That will be relevant later. Also yes the planner is where I scribble down both story ideas and my gratitude journal. This is what I’m saying in re: yikes.

At my own house, I have a whole huge box of letters I’ve gotten over the years, mostly organized by sender and date. Since I’m at my aunt’s house for quarantine, my correspondence is all being kept in my dad’s old... I dunno what to call it, basically it’s a trapper-keeper type thing that I literally never saw him go to work without. (A running theme of this tour is that a whole lot of this stuff is inherited from/given to me by my parents and grandparents.) Inside is also various labels that have come in handy when addressing packages etc, as well as our local neighborhood directory.

Next up is my pen bag, which is — I mean, it has my pens. I prefer writing with a black .5 tip rollerball type pen, and by “prefer” I mean “I cannot abide writing letters with anything else and will go to Staples and buy a new box rather than use a ballpoint pen except obv not right now, which makes the bag real important for keeping track of all my special pens.” Also pictured: my grandpa’s ancient letter opener that I’m pretty sure he stabbed multiple people with, and my blue Le Pen which I use to annotate my letters when I’m reading them through before sending. I KNOW.

This is my assorted letter-writing stuff storage box (no we’re not even at the cards yet this is TERRIBLE); please note that I sort of jerryrigged this box together myself, which will be another running theme of this tour. Glue, roller whiteout thingies, washi tape (which I don’t really use but people keep sending me?) post-its and my address stamp because no matter what I do, the fuckin’ Audubon Society refuses to send me a single donation request with cute stickers showing my address even though they’ve sent my deceased dad like three THIS YEAR. Anyway. Also please note the incredibly awesome initial stamp thing — I came up with the rough design in college and use it in place of my name a lot, but I went to leoniebunch and they transformed it into this super professional and lovely design that I want to use for the rest of my life. Not pictured: the fucking wax seal I also had made with that design, because yes, I’m like this.

WE’RE STILL NOT DONE WITH THE PARAPHERNALIA: here’s the other misc. stuff that I use on the regular. Cup with sponge because we’re not really licking envelopes these days: tons of weird stickers that I’ve collected, YET MORE PENS, including rainbow ones because one of these days I’m going to write to one of my friends with alternating rainbow colors and they’ll have to murder me. Also pictured: the letter opener which I forgot to put back in the pen bag, as well as my dog’s nail clippers and brush because that’s a handy place to keep them. Also also pictured: my dog, who does not help in any way with letter writing.

OKAY FINALLY ONTO THE STATIONERY, Jesus just writing this all out is making me both proud and ashamed.

I’m sure you noticed in the first pic how everything is meticulously, not to say monomaniacally, labeled. Some stuff might require a little bit of explanation; some stuff is pretty wysiwyg though. For example, BEAR CARDS, which:

(These are sent exclusively to my nephews, who go absolutely apeshit over them every time. Come to think of it, I have a LOT of cards/letter stock/etc that is just for one person or one set of people, which maybe I should talk to my therapist about.)

PUN CARDS are likewise exactly what you think they are; they’re the most recent addition to my hoard, having found them at Powells when I went to Portland in February. They are extremely My Kind Of Thing.

Then you’ve got things like BIRTHDAY CARDS, THANKS, POSTCARDS which like — guess what:

(Please note that of these birthday cards, all but two were actually inherited from my grandmother who passed away in 1986. See if you can guess which two are my purchases.) (Also I’m running out of thank-you cards but to be fair I am rarely grateful so this should last me another few years at least.) (Also shit, I didn’t take a picture of the postcards I don’t think? Whatever, they’re postcards that I’ve either inherited from my parents or collected over the years. There’s also a very odd collection of wolf-themed cards that SOMEONE in my family collected, and that I have been using exclusively for allighater because she’s the only one who could ever appreciate them enough.)

Then there’s the BLANK CARDS and BLANK AND WRITTEN CARDS WITH/WITHOUT ENVELOPES, because sometimes I just need to know what I’m getting into before opening the boxes. I’d say a good 50% of these were inherited from my folks, with the cutsier ones being my own purchases. The cards that these boxes originally contained are looooooooong since used up but they’re nice boxes and that meme about adulthood being an endless debate over whether or not you should keep a box because it’s a really good box is accurate as all hell. 

(There are a lot of cards in here that I bought when I was like, in college — those square ones, for example, were purchased at Faces in Northampton when I was in college and I’m probably never going to actually send them which is kind of ridiculous but see: this entire post.)

And finally, the actual letter-letter stationery! Which I also have an embarrassing amount of! First up is what’s labelled MADOC TREE CARD/LETTER because I honestly had no idea how else to describe it; it was inherited from my grandma who everyone called MaDoc (on account of her being both a ma and a doctor, go figure) and it’s really lovely. I doubt it’s the original intention, but I like to unfold the paper and use both sides of it, because I always have a lot to say. These are used only for family members on MaDoc’s side, and of those, only the ones I really like, which accounts for there still being a lot left.

Then there’s the X-LARGE paper, which isn’t actually that large — it’s just normal computer-sized — but in context is the biggest stuff I’ve got. All of this paper is from my mom, who loved using cute themed paper, and I use this stuff mostly for the friends of hers I keep in touch with (which is actually kind of a lot).

Then there’s the letterhead I use for — okay, so like, we know by now that I’m deeply weird, but this is probably just DEEPLY WEIRD, but whatever, you came this far. So I found a metric shitton of 6 3/4 envelopes in amongst my parents’ office supplies — I have literally zero idea why they had about 5 100-count boxes of these envelopes but I’m one of those people who can never, ever throw shit out, so! I gathered together all the letterhead that they’d also collected over the years from the various universities and hospitals they worked at, cut said letterhead down so that it a) didn’t have University of Tacoma or whatever still on it and b) perfectly fit a 6 3/4 envelope if folded three times. The resulting shape is a little... odd, I’ll admit, but it pleases me greatly and that’s the important thing. In fact this has been my go-to correspondence choice for a couple of months now.

(Also pictured: the cover for this hinky-ass box I made out of a Beekman 1802 box from when we went to their store for their Rose Apothecary popup shop. Zero regrets. Not pictured: the really cute pad of paper I also use for these envelopes that’s a more normal size and shape because where’s the fun in showing you normal stuff?)

And finally, my pride and joy, my Crane Stationery, some of which I have had since I was in high school and my mom bought me a box of it for my birthday (I told you, running theme). It comes in small, medium, and big; yes, I absolutely have rules as to who gets what size of these, too. The medium box kind of fell apart a few years ago so I cobbled a new one together; Crane stationery is notable for not being as exciting as that cover might imply. I’m also kind of pleased that I still have the airmail stationery that I got in college that apparently isn’t sold anymore, which I find baffling because what the fuck is the point of international correspondence if you don’t have to use special stationery? Anyway:

(In re: the lined sheets — I actually have them for every size, because I loathe lined paper but also loathe writing crooked, hence these guides that I put under each sheet as I write. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

So that’s the complete guided tour! If you aspire to have a collection as viscerally unnerving as mine, feel free to send any questions my way. You’re welcome/I’m sorry.

[fanaticfangirl001]

Tom and His Wife

Warning: sweet sappy stuff below. 

“Love.” Tom pats the bed beside him rubbing his eyes. “Where did you go?” He leaves the bed and finds his wife on the couch drawing in her work sketchbook.

“Buggy, it’s late, come back to bed.” He sits on the couch behind her.

“Ducky, I need to finish this.” She continues her drawings.

“Patrick is only expecting sketches of characters, not elaborate backgrounds.”

“How do you know that?” Millie asks.

“Because you do this every time you start a new book, and by the fifteenth one I think I have you figured out.” Tom rubs her back.

“Really, so do you think I’m going to go back to bed now.” She smirks not looking at him.

“Not until you’ve had some tea, which I’m going to make. Besides it’s freezing.” Tom gets up to make the tea.  

Bobby pokes her head up from the dog bed in the living room.

“Sorry dearie, go back to bed.” Millie, Tom’s wife and currently an insomniac, says  

Millie goes into the kitchen and wraps her arms around Tom’s waist as he puts the kettle on.

“What’s this all about?”

“The cuddling or the book?” She asks.

“Most of the time you’re fairly confident in your writing, now you can’t sleep because you’re anxious. What happened?”

“Nothing.” Millie looks down at her ring.

“Is it because of the wedding?” Tom’s eyes follow hers down.

“No.” Millie answers simply hoping he will leave it alone.

“Is it because of the name change paperwork, because love I don’t care if you take my last name or not.” Tom thinks of something else it could be.

“No and  it’s not important. It’s just something Patrick joked about the meeting after we got married.” Millie sighs.

“What did he say?” Tom asks.

“I could print garbage and you’re fans will still buy it because of the last name. I don’t want to give people especially children anything less than the best book I can write.”  

“And how do you feel about this book and it’s pitch.”

“I love the concept and I’d give my all for this book series to work out in the end.”

“Then it sounds like you’re in good hands, and don’t listen to Patrick’s unfunny jokes. Besides you’re his best-selling author in the whole publishing house, I doubt he meant to make you feel inferior.” Tom places the warm mug of tea in her hands.

“Thanks, Ducky, wait how did you know about the sales.”

“Luke knows your agent, and I was curious, but for right now, let’s head back to bed.” Tom wraps an arm around Millie and walks back to the bedroom. Tea mugs now placed on opposite night stands.

Millie lays down and snuggles up to Tom, “ How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make nearly everything better.” She asks.

“I should be asking you that.”

Millie pats the empty space in the bed beside her. Tom left early to get his day started before his few interviews of the day. She gets dressed and works on the finishing details of her backgrounds before putting them in an old briefcase her father used. As she walks into the elevator she overhears the television anchor talk about an exclusive interview with Tom Hiddleston to be aired later in the day.

“Millie, you’re early, and that looks like more than just sketches.” Paul opens the office door inviting her in.

“Yeah it’s some of the backgrounds I want to use with the story I have in mind.” Millie sits down.

“Enlighten me.” Paul follows.

Millie takes out the character sketches and backgrounds to begin her pitch. She can see that as she’s pitching Paul is highly receptive to her book ideas and overall too nice.

“Paul, why are you being nice?”  She asks after finishing her pitch.

“If you haven’t noticed I shouldn’t be the first to tell you, but you have more talent than what you’re currently using in the kids books.” Paul sighs.

“I like where I am.” She reassures.

“I’m just thinking here, you could get a lot farther if you were to branch out, try young adult fiction, or adult fiction.” He says bluntly.

“How?” She asks.

“Use being a MRS. to your advantage, how many big directors does Tom know.” Paul takes a sip of his coffee.

“I’m sure a lot.” Millie answers without understand why he’s asking.

“All it takes is a spark, one meaningful conversation, or one book that a director finds to be full of passion could take you far.” Paul explains.

“I don’t even know if I’d want to go to those kinds of parties.” She remembers the summary of the parties Tom told her.

“Yes you do want to be at those parties, think of the free booze.” Paul insists.

“I don’t drink.”

“Fine, free food then.” Paul tries again.

“Paul, all I want to know is do I have the thumb up for this series.” Millie begins to get up.

“You had me from the start of that pitch, and believe me about the talent thing. Don’t waste it, and we’ll talk about the bigger audience some other time.”  Paul stands as well opening the door.

“Thanks and I’ll think about it.” Millie walks out of the office as the interview with Tom starts playing.

Normally she wouldn’t watch this type of television but she sits on the couch near the coffee machine.

Tom’s interview.

“Anything new, like upcoming projects, or the fact you’re wearing a wedding ring?” The interviewer asks.

“Oh so just casual stuff.” Tom laughs rubbing the ring.

“Yeah, nothing too personal.” The interviewer fakes a laugh.

“Well in that case,I married Millie almost a year ago.” He answers simply.

“Anything you can share about her?” The interviewer fishes for more.

“Uh I guess I’ll share this little story, nothing too intrusive but it might make me cry again.” Tom rubs the back of his neck. He knows they want a story and he wants to keep it private.

“You cried when this happened?” The interviewer asks.

“Yes.” Tom nearly laughs thinking of it.

“Well then let’s hear it. “ The interviewer sits back ready for the big scoop.

“I was frustrated that some details about an upcoming project weren’t turning out right, and i went to the gym. I was still frustrated after that so I went home and took a shower. This next part needs explaining. My wife collects a lot of stationery including stickers and she’s like an unsupervised five year old with stickers. So she put a sticker on the bathroom mirror then ran out, so I was getting out to probably start an argument with her…” Tom pauses so he can blink away the few tears that started to leak out.

The interviewer gave a tissue and looks at him to continue.

“I saw the sticker on the mirror. It was a giant cluster of grapes with a speech bubble of “You’re Grape!” and I laughed for a second and then started bawling because it occurred to me at this moment that I married one of the kindest woman in the world. This happened before she was mostly awake to the world. One of the first things she does every morning is that she tries to make me smile and that morning I really needed it.” Tom finishes his story and then wipes his eyes.

“That’s so sweet. How long after the wedding did that happen?” The interview moves the trash can so he can throw away the tissue.

“Um about six months after. I promise the rest of the interview will be more light-hearted.” Tom tosses it in.

The office secretary Jemma clicks the TV off with a remote.

Millie jumps at the sudden blackness on the screen.

“She’s a lucky lady, isn’t she, Mills.” Jemma asks.

“Yeah, she is.” Millie replies putting her security pass with her new last name on the table for Jemma to scan.

Jemma scans it without paying attention and lets Millie leave without any questions.

After Millie gets to the street, Jemma throws down her pencil “ She’s his Millie!”

[soooldout]

11 Questions tag

Rules: Always repost the rules Answer 11 random questions posted for you Create 11 new ones Tag 11 people

Tagged by @becuzgyu @leesungjongg and @dimple-soo

Sooo like...I have 33 Qs to answer lol here we go (thanks for the tags my lovelies!) congrats to you if you can get through all of them lol pls don’t torture yourself tho

becuzgyu’s Qs

1) pick one bias, pick the airport fashion you like best and paste the url

Bang Yongguk - he hardly ever goes wrong with airport fashion but I have a vvvv soft spot for this one even tho its not that special but I’m a sucker for all black anyway TT yongguk x tigger so soft (ignore the socks lol)

2) name three favorite things about your favorite group.. not individuals but the group

vocals, dance, visuals

3) Last movie you watched.

Logan a movie that I’m still crying over

4) Green peas or Green beans?

green peas

5) Your favorite makeup, ie. eye liner, mascara, blush. Name one and why

Eyeliner for days (my packing list was 1. eyeliner 1 2. eyeliner 2 3. eyeliner 3 etc. (all black except one is green lol I’m trying to do colors now)

why, hmmm I actually really like my eyes so I like to accentuate my best feature lol maybe

6) Do you cuss or yell at other drivers? If so, what’s your pet peeve or thing you yell about.

under my breath yes, mostly about fukcers trying to cut in front of me when there’s no space

7) Favorite guilty pleasure re food and why.

these days bunuelos from this colombian bakery~ they’re sooo good I’m in love

8) Are you a morning person or a night owl.

Night owl, forced to be a morning person save me

9) Mustard or Mayo.

Mayo

10) A thing about you that you are “working on” now, if any. If not, go you. If so, also go you.

saying no to people I guess (it takes so much effort TT)

11) Pick the 22nd gif in your collection and show it please.

leesungjongg’s Qs

1. Are you a chicken nugget?

idk what this means lol but sure. chickenest of chicken nuggets. 

2. Can you whistle with your fingers (bc I can’t and I think it’s pretty darn cool)?

nah I would never put my fingers in my mouth lol

3. Do you know how to read or write in another language?

Yes

4. What color is your room?

light blue 

5. Favorite quote(s)? Favorite Spongebob quote(s)?

I have a lot of favorite quotes, here’s one at random from my collection:

“Out beyond ideas

of wrongdoing and right doing,

there is a field

I’ll meet you there.” (Khaled Hosseini)

Idk spongebob really besides the song lol

6. Do you wear makeup?

Yes, at least eyeliner and concealer

7. Can you burp the ABCs?

No lol

8. Are you an alien? Can you beam me up your spaceship?

I am an alien (I have that title in this country for real lol), without a spaceship

9. Highlighters (the makeup kind) are actually stardust. True or False

idk how to use highlighters I’ll say yes

 10. Did you drink water today? Hydrate yourself and then finish this questionnaire.

I did, but I’ll have some more thanks! (i’ve gotten dehydrated twice in the past couple months so I have to be reminded all the time lol, also you’re too cute)

11. Someone comes from another universe and tells you about their world. From what they’re talking about, it sounds pretty awesome (despite a few aspects) and you’re thinking about visiting this cool place. The person asks you to come with them, but there’s two conditions. 1) Only you can go. 2) If you go, there’s a 50% chance you might not be able to come back to this universe. What is your decision? Why?

I’ll say yes if I can keep in touch with family/friends on earth, otherwise no. Why: because I like adventure and I really dislike earth atm

dimple-soo’s Qs

1. How would you best describe yourself using 3 adjectives?

Emotional, sarcastic, reserved

2. What’s your favourite smell in the whole world?

white-out, or a bakery

3. What’s a song that always cheers you up?

Julia by Infinite

4. Are you listening to music rn? If yes, what are you listening to?

An Act of Kindness by Bastille

5. What is your perfect pizza?

there’s this pizza you get in nyc called artichoke pizza that I love the mossstt I would go to nyc again just to eat it, it has artichokes, cream sauce, spinach and cheese

6. What are you most afraid of?

dying or close family members dying

7. What do you like to do on a rainy day?

stay in and watch stuff maybe cook/bake something yummy and then stuff my face

8. If you had to form a 7 member group (boy/girl/co-ed group whatever you want lol), but you had to pick a member each from already existing groups, who’d be in your group and what would the group be called?

Infinite Sunggyu, Apink Eunji, BAP Youngjae, Lovelyz Baby Soul, Monsta X Kihyun, BTS Suga, Blackpink Jennie idk didn’t think too hard about this but I think they’d make a good (And savage) group and they would be called Breaking Bad (except that’s copyrighted but whatever)

9. Describe your ultimate bias with a pic or gif.

(just one of my fave gifs and it shows his cuteness/dorkiness/stupid beautiful face at the same time lmao)

10. Tell me something funny you did when you were a kid.

My mother is really sarcastic so she used to use words like ‘wise’ or ‘smart’ when we were being stupid and I once got this stationery set on my fifth or sixth birthday and it had these stickers on all the stuff that said ‘wise’ something on them so I sat and took off all the stickers coz I thought they meant ‘dumb’ lol ok boring

11. Name 3 objects you absolutely can’t live without.

Phone (with internet), money, water/food? does that count lol or I guess some form of ID

Questions for my tagged people (if you wanna do it)

1. A song you like to listen to when sad (kpop or not)

2. A song you like to listen to when happy (kpop or not)

3. What would you buy if you had one day to spend unlimited amounts of money?

4. What is a food you think you can eat forever or for a long time without getting sick of it?

5. How do you motivate yourself to do unpleasant things?

6. Your current fave < 10 min video 

7. How much do you like kids on a scale of ‘give them tranquilizers to wanna babysit everyday of my life’?

8. If you wake up in the middle of the night do you check social media on your phone or just try to go back to sleep?

9. Do you like to read and if so, do you have a favorite book?

10. How and when did you get into kpop?

11. Favorite girl group song (or more than one I’m just looking for some recommendations lol)

let me tag some old and some new this time~  hope that’s ok, feel free to ignore I really spent like 2 minutes coming up with these Qs lol

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