#disco game give me the powers to do my school shit. disco game please

[u3pxx]

i didn't realize you could ask lilienne out not alone

[caramujotan]

disco elysium text-form #thots:

i finished my first run last friday because i went stupid and played the game for nearly 24h straight. i could literally not drop it. i called it a 10/10 when i was about 2h away from finishing it, finished it and kept that score. it’s a real good game and you can stop here with my endorsement but if you want some more in-depth spoiler-free thoughts on it you can read the rest of this post. it’s big.

due to the content of the game, i talk about mental health topics, suicide, drug use and - obviously - cops 🐷

in a way calling this by numbers feels reductive (scalding hot review take, i know). a 10/10 score doesn’t reflect the awe i felt when gilding through the end-game. it doesn’t say a thing about how viscerally my body reacted to a few pixels and lines of text. it can’t tell you that i spent 2h in bed trying to sleep but couldn’t keep my brain off of it and got up at 8AM to finish it; or how much i’ve been replaying the game in my head, curious about how certain quests or events would have gone if i’d tried a different approach or character build.

i have this funky little medical condition that goes with my autism that makes it difficult for me to identify and process most emotions that i feel. but i can tell you how my body reacted. this game went into my gut. it felt like a leaded fist burrowed through my throat into the pit of my stomach and shredded my insides. it got me fucked up, is what i’m saying.

obviously i can’t go into what caused me to react like that without spoiling the shit out of this game, and since i wish i could gently lobotomize myself in order to experience it again for the first time, i heavily recommend you go through it knowing as little as possible. what i can do, however, is talk about the technical elements of it.

the art is beautiful. the art direction is top-notch and it was definitely of the things that drew me to this game first. the oil painting aesthetic is sublime - gritty and ethereal in equal parts whenever each purpose is called for. finding out that the art team was spearheaded by painting majors from russian fine-art schools made perfect sense - it shows, and the game made peak use of it. the philosophy behind their visual approach is woven into the fabric of the game itself - it’s a perfect compliment to the writing and storytelling, and i’d struggle to imagine this game without it. it permeates and elevates every environment, every interaction, every character build choice - from the character portraits, to the UI, to certain skills and game events. real art cop hours all my homies kin the art cop.

the music by british sea power is subsided and haunting and gives the game that british/european post-industrial melancholic flavor. i’m no music critic sadly. it fits the mood and it stands out beautifully in a few key scenes, but that’s as much as i can say.

the biggest turn off for me was in the voice acting. if you’re interested in playing this game i’m going to assume with 75% certainty you’re in your early 20s to 30s and are politically located to the left side of liberal at a minimum - so i’ll just come out and say it plainly: every second NPC (especially in the late game) is voiced by a leftist podcaster. i’m sure this is a plus for some, and it’s not the kind of thing you’d immediately notice anyway unless you’re a quote unquote dirtbag leftist with terminal irony poisoning twitter brainrot. most of them do competent work, but the sound mixing and general performance is weaker in comparison to the NPCs voiced by actual voice actors. 

it’s not that bad, but it’s there - and the fact that this is probably my biggest complaint about the game should say enough of my opinion on it. either way i was cringing with recognition every time it happened and it took me out on more than one occasion because i kept hearing felix chapotraphouse in one of the game’s big tense climatic scenes.

‘but caramujo!’ you say ‘this doesn’t tell me what this game is about’. hold on, i’m about to blow the ‘i can’t do literary analysis unless things are explained to me in clear cut absolute terms’ gang out of a career and spell the themes of this game out for you in detail:

it’s about loss, and renewal - both personal and interpersonal. it’s about rising from the ruins of something that’s been in motion long before you were even thought of, having little power over it, and soldiering on. it’s about heartbreak and the end of a relationship and how that can warp your mind and infect everything around you. and you won’t get better right away - the end game doesn’t wrap everything up with a little bow and lets you cause systematic upheaval. you can’t revolutionize your way out of this one. shit will, for the time being, continue to suck. 

it’s about waking up in a body that’s fucked up with a heart that aches in a world that’s been torn apart - and still making the decision to try to make it better - because you’re alive, and your heart beats, and there’s other beings in the world that are tethered to you and we all owe it to ourselves to make it better. communism hasn’t worked, baby - but so hasn’t love - and we’re not gonna give up on that. that’s what it’s all about.

it should be pretty clear right now that i did my first run as a bisexual/questioning communist feminist hobo who kinned karl marx. but i can assure you there’s other ways to play this game, and there’s more to it than that because of it. 

the quests (both side quests and a main story) are varied and had me laughing and dropping into existential despair on different occasions. other than trying to be the biggest communism builder, this game is also about:

- having a heart attack because a chair is too uncomfortable, but it’s OK because your buddy cop holds you in his arms like in the buddy cop movies. 

- doing copious amounts of drugs and turning on, tuning in and dropping out, maaaaan. 

- going on an x-files monster of the week episode to track down a curse that’s dooming the local businesses.

- shilling for the free market to come fix it all with its beatific invisible hand while standing in a town so fucked over by economic embargoes and poverty that the local union leader is a corrupt toad with a plan to revitalize the region by gathering the work force into a nationalized worker owned drug enterprise of the legal and illegal varieties - and it still comes off as one of the more levelheaded economic decisions one could make in that situation. 

- trying not to fucking kill yourself even though you have to live with that thought every single day. 

- winning the trust of a 12 year old crackhead with a deadbeat dad by becoming a positive masculine role model. 

- turning into a fascist you so can get buffs from drinking alcohol, and therefore becoming a raging alcoholic and having to walk up to important story events carrying half a liquor store in your inventory so you don’t have a mental breakdown or kill yourself from lack of morale whenever someone calls you out on your ethnonationalist bullshit.

it’s also - and i cannot stress this enough - about making sure you can find a tape to sing karaoke and make kim kitsuragi smile. it slaps. it’s real good writing.

i don’t know what else can say. pretty sure the game is on sale on steam now. anyway please play this absolute masterpiece and stan studio za/um for clear skin. ACAB.

[mycurrentobsessionis]

Mom plays Keeper of the Sun and Moon

SPOILER

Chapter 1

“Snake woman lunges--OH FUCK NO! I guess I’ll distract this bitch.”

“‘Are you awake?’ Bitch, do I look awake?!”

“I distracted some fucking snake with light or something.”

“Uhhhh, what the fuck is my name? OK, the cat wants me to be named Clara, we’ll go with that.”

“’What am I??’ The fuck are you?!?!? That’s rude as shit. You better not be some fucking snake.”

(about Astrid) “Compel me? Oh, fuck you. Don’t turn your back, bitch.” 

“Maybe if I play dumb, they won’t scramble my brains. I ain’t cooperating, though.”

“You can’t go fuckin’ around not knowing about snake people.”

“What is this, the cool dad agent? Fuck you, too.”

“Well, no shit, I’m not from here! A snake tried to eat me, and now I’m in the middle of this magic shit, and you all suck at it! Even Agent Cool Dad.”

(about Astrid) “I don’t have time for this dramatic-ass bitch. Only got time for one dramatic-ass bitch in my life, and I’m it.”

(About Castella) “‘Leaving no room for argument,’ bitch, there is plenty room to keep you here--Oh, now you gonna charge me tuition, I don’t even fucking think so.”

“You want me to do PAPERWORK?!?! You are out of your goddamn mind, lady!”

(About Cressida) “Anyone who wants that much power doesn’t deserve it.”

“I don’t trust Astrid.”

“Cruel, 53%--YES!” *fist pump*

“What the fuck is Nephilim? I ain’t hangin’ out with no angelic-ass motherfuckers. ‘What species are you?’ This sounds like some racist-ass shit.”

(about Yakov) “Why the fuck are the two newbies here? You got the kid who just learned about this shit and the foreign kid here.”

Chapter 2

“I ain’t eating any tentacle casserole.”

“‘Astrid is indignant on your behalf...’ OK. OK, I guess I’m team Astrid. I’m not going to the meeting. We’re going to play hooky.”

(about Magi in general) “These trick-ass bitches.”

“Ha ha, told y’all bitches I was human.”

“I don’t want to know about these weird-ass bitches--wait, no, tell me about Yakov. A wraith, what the fuck? This guy has shit gossip.”

“Let’s go gothic.”

(about random man in yellow) “Aw, Jesus, it’s a moving fucking migraine.”

Her: I want the cat’s foot shit.

Me: The creepy shit.

Her: Oh, that’s the creepy shit?

“OH, here’s this bitch Cyrus again!”

*cackling* “Bitch, if I had illegal substances, I wouldn’t tell you.”

(about Leon) “Oh, who’s this dick?”

“Oh ho ho, team Astrid on this one. This guy’s a dick.”

(about Thalia) “Her teeth are sharp? Oh, fuck.”

“I guess so. Ignore shit ‘til it goes away.”

Chapter 3

Me: You straight up went from hating Astrid to pissing everyone off on her behalf.

Her: Whatev.

(about paperwork) “Ah, shit. I’m not filling this out.”

*tries to leave campus* “Ah, shit, that crazy old bat caught me?”

“I’m not interested in Yakov. Ghost boy is hella weird.” 

“Only people I like are Thalia and Astrid. And Yakov just a tiny bit.”

“Wait, wtf, did something just attack me again? Kick it in the face.”

“Now the fuckin’ police show up--spectators?? None of you motherfuckers helped a bunch of teenagers getting their asses kicked?”

(on train) “I’ll talk to Thalia. Leon’s a dick and Kol’s weird.”

(about Jaime) “That’s that mofo who showed up after the dogs attacked. Imma do some amateur sleuthing. (Me: he wears sunglasses, like, all the time) So he’s Cory Hart.”

Chapter 4

Me: Please don’t be mean to Kol. He’s an orphan.

Her: Ugh, fine, but this is the only time I let you influence my decision not to tell someone to fuck off. 

(about the professors) “Oh, god.”

(about Ebner) “Oh, this guy sounds like a dick.”

“I’m going to learn magic so I can fuck up those dogs.”

(about Cyrus) “I think he needs to take a shit and calm down.”

“Who the fuck is Altair? (”You’ve ticked him off, like, 3 times already.”) Have I?”

“Haha! I’m human, brand-new, and I have to help the supernatural with his homework!”

“Either be the ass-kicker or the kicked ass.”

Chapter 5

(about starbursts) “Magic disco balls.”

“We’re grouped by suite? Oh, we’re fucked already.”

*sadly* “I just killed a gnome? Why didn’t you tell me this could happen?”

*snorts* “Punch it. *pause* Oh, shit. I got hurt.”

(about Seraphina) “You aren’t allowed to apologize on my behalf. You are on notice to never apologize for my ass because I am not sorry.”

“Care to explain, Leon, you fuckin’ trick-ass bitch.”

(about book thief) “They killed that motherfucker for stealing their Sweet Valley High collection? Was it the vintage cover? Seems like overkill otherwise.”

Chapter 6

“Ahh, snakes!”

(about father) “’You’re late.’ Dude, that’s the first thing you say to me after I disappear mysteriously for months? Seriously? Dad, you’re a douchebag.”

(staying back from fair) “It’s sleuth time.”

“Does this keeper shit have anything to do with the name of the game?”

Chapter 8

“Prepare for the oral presentation, because even if I flunk the exam, I don’t want to look like a dumbass in front of the rest of the class.”

(about Leon) “I’m going to intervene because even if I don’t like him, I don’t want to see him get attacked by some asshole sneaking into his dreams.”

“Nothing’s secure if someone wants it...Except for me in this fucking school.”

“Good sleuthing means lying well.”

“Motherfucker. Another goddamn hellhound.”

Chapter 9

“Got a chocolate egg...fire truffles...and that’s it. LOL.”

(about Cressida) “What a trick-ass bitch.”

“Why would you give Seraphina something on fire on the anniversary of the day her family was killed by fire? How insensitive can you get?”

“Ah man, now I’m hungry.”

“Child murder is wrong. Everything else is relative.”

“Oh, good, Cressida left.”

(about ice skating) “Oh, Leon hates this so much. I’m so glad I made this choice.”

Me: You don’t want to enter the tournament?

Her: I draw pictures, Hannah.

(about Leon) “Aww, poor baby didn’t get what you wanted.”

(about Cyrus) “I think it’s him. He’s the weak link.”

“No way in hell am I going to wear an outfit from Leon.”

“Yeah, be downcast, Kol, you weirdo.”

“I’m just generally unpleasant to everyone.”

(about dragon made of shadows) “Oh, I’m definitely about to punch this in the face.”

Chapter 10

“Oh, Leon, I don’t think anyone in this group actually likes you. We literally had a group laugh at you and decided to make it a tradition.”

(about Jarrod and Thalia) “I’ve found my people.”

“Oh, good, we’re at a seedy motel.”

“My stats still say I’m not cruel. This is a personal failing.”

“Why can’t I see the door? (”It’s Ebner.”) Ah, this motherfucker.”

(about Cressida) “Why am I talking to this bitch? Oh, right, ‘cuz she has the gossip.”

(about Yakov and Seraphina) “Oh, they cut me. I will remember this shit.”

Chapter 11

“Did I get cruelty for the mouse? It was a school activity. Not like I dissected it.”

“Oh, great. Math.”

(upon seeing the name Alexa in the Constellation project) “Imma fuck them up.”

Her: Romantic pursuits?

Me: None of the guys like you anyway. 

Her: *cackling*

Chapter 12

“How does this shit not leak when I work at a media outlet? (”You’d have to leak it.”) And do you know what that would do for my career?”

(about Leon) “Don’t steal fries or pancakes, you’ll get fucked up.”

My brother: What do you teach at a magic college?

Me: Calculus.

Him: I guess you always need calculus. 

Mom: *disgusted face*

“Jaime tried to pull compulsion out on me.”

“I was adopted, what?!”

Her: If I’m half elemental, why don’t I have powers? I should have fucking powers!

Me: You chose not to have any.

Her: Oh, yeah, that’s right.

“We lost Kol. How did that happen? How did nobody notice--we’re walking through a dark scary forest, and nobody noticed this motherfucker just bounced?”

“Anti-magic cuffs? I’m human, bitches. Won’t work on me! Imma draw a picture!”

“Wait, I’m here to do a ritual? Fuck y’all.”

(Jaime dies) *shrugs* “Dude kinda deserved it.”

“Wait, is Kol dead for realsies? (”No.”) Oh, OK.”

Chapter 13

“Seraphina just has these powerful ass artifacts on her bed? Girl, I hope you invested in some good locks!”

(about more hellhounds) “Ohhh shit. Punching time.”

“What are my punching stats?”

Epilogue

“I’m like a test tube baby.”

[angelynrostrand]

Chapter 22

Summary:  To the outside world, nothing should connect shy girl Angel Monroe and popular boy Xavier Hazelwood. But that isn't entirely true. They both hold secrets. Behind both of them lie 2 separate wolf packs. Xavier is well on his way to Alpha status and running the pack. Angel is not a wolf but instead the last healer in the world. When the realization comes forward that they are connected by destiny, will they decide to fulfill it? Is their connection predetermined by fate or will they choose their hearts? Lives and packs cross and mingle while romance and conflict brews. The story of 2 opposite souls on a collision path. Will destiny win out? Even the most innocent face, has the darkest secrets.

Word Count: 2,241

https://www.zibbet.com/prettylady/mermaid-off-the-shoulder-floor-length-red-sequined-prom-dress

 I went back to my room to relax. While sketching with music in the background my phone buzzes in my lap. Sage is calling me. I gladly answer it with excitement. “Hello?”

“PLEASE! HELP! ANGEL, HELP ME!” my phone screams at me causing me to stand up.

“Sage! Are you ok?”

“I am fine. I just want to get your attention.” Sage laughs at her dark humor. I take a deep breath and sit back down.

“That was not funny.” 

“Yes, it was.” She laughs in between. “Come on it, it was funny.” 

I gave up on my pride and laugh along. “Fine, it was funny. Do you have to a question of a reason for calling rather than trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Yes, I do. I was wondering if you can come with me to the mall. I need to go prom shopping and I need advice.” I awe in silence thinking she wants me there. But I forgot prom is coming soon. Maybe I should also go shopping for dresses? 

“I would love too let me just check in with my brother to see if I can. I’ll text you. Okay?” I say as I leave my room to find my brother.”

“Yes of course. Just text me.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” We both sign off and end the call. 

I make my way to the arena where Eric is doing his regular workouts to stay fit. I walk around and avoid any interaction so I don’t ruin someone’s concentration. I see my brother lifting weights in front of a mirror. 

I skip down to his sections and begin to say, “Hello, beautiful brother of mine.” Giving my best smile. I love my brother and he loves me. I know I am my brother’s weakness and it is hard for him to say no to me. It is bad of me to play off of it sometimes.

“What do you want?” As Eric put the weights back in place with Cam’s help. 

“What makes you think I want something? I ask my brother.

He just raises his eyebrow suspiciously. “You never come in open arenas unless you need something.”

“Well, I hate working out and prefer a light jog, unlike some people.” I look around and see all our warriors working out and dying from exhaustion. “Fine.” I give up the act. “I was wondering if I can go to the mall with my friend Sage. Please.” I shyly ask with a soft smile. After I was done I hang my head down low ready to rejection. 

“Sure.” He answers.

My head pops up fast. “Wait really? You are going against father’s wishes for me to stay home?”

“I trust you and trust you enough to go on your own for a couple of hours.”

My eyes widen in shock and slightly confused. “Oh okay. Thank you. I’ll just go then. Bye, love you both. I would hug you but you’re a little sweaty.” 

With my brother’s approval and already texted Sage that I am on my way to pick her up. It will be easier to take one vehicle. Before I could exit out Jesus stops me.

“Where are you going? And who are you meeting?” Jesus does his Mexican interrogation.

“Umm��� I asked my brother if I could go to the mall.”

“I know I just got a text from our Alpha saying to come with you,” Jesus says. 

“Oh okay. I didn’t know I had a plus one. Sage and I are going dress shopping for prom.”

“Oh really! Let’s go.” Jesus claps turning his serious expression off and back to his happy self. I smile and follow Jesus who decided to drive. 

We successfully picked up Sage and found a parking spot with shade. Sage is glad Jesus came. They both share an extroverted personality. I’m glad they get along and but both can be stubborn in their ways of living. Like when we pass a pretzel cafe inside the mall. They argue for 10 minutes if a pretzel should be salted or unsalted. We all link arms and skip inside our first stop. It is a bridal shop that holds their seasonal prom dresses collection.

“Alright, bitches here is the game plan. I am looking for a dress that makes me feel sexy, not slutty. A dress with rhinestone but I’m not trying to compete with the disco ball. I don’t care if they are short or long. I want to show everyone that at school I may look like a hot mess. But Just give me 10 minutes and I can be a hot bitch. Yes?” Sage says with her typical power pose.

Jesus and I nod at her demands and starts shopping around. All these dresses are beautiful. I smile and selfish wonder if they would look good on me. I push those thoughts away and remember I am here for Sage. Jesus and I hold open multiple dresses to Sage to see if she seems interested enough to try it on.

In total Sage walks in the dressing room with 10 dresses at a time. 

Jesus sits on a couch in front of the runway. I walk in the dressing room with Sage to help her. We giggle loud enough for the whole shop to hear. I try my best to quiet it down but sometimes Sage just makes me laugh by grunting to get into a dress. 

“I am waiting!” Jesus yells to hurry us up. 

Sage just rolls her eyes and walks out of the runway like a model. She is a feisty 5’5” figure but wants everyone to notice her presence. So she poses, poses and turns around. She did this for each dress she tries on. Jesus openly reacts to each dress. But he also pranks Sage by sneaking in a couple of ugly dresses. My favorite was a terrible big bird dress. I did take a photo of it to always remember this moment. 

After 7 dress Sage like a sparkle golden dress with a deep v neckline and backless. Jesus and I stop what we were doing because Sage looks so beautiful. The long dress flows behind her as she walks.

“Sage you look amazing. Are you going to wear heels?” I ask.

“Yeah, most likely.”

“Sage you need to get this dress. It fits you perfectly. I’m gay and I would fuck you.” Jesus says as he walks around Sage.

“Really? Thank you.” Sage says as we all laugh.

“You know I never been to prom and I have a bow tie that matches that dress.” He winks and hits at Sage.

“Oh really?” Jesus has caught her attention. “I wouldn’t want this dress to go to waste without some arm candy.” She says.

“Plus you wouldn’t have to worry about a date.” I encourage Sage.

“Or the pressure of prom sex.” Jesus smiles.

“You’re right. Do you want to come?” Sage ask.

Jesus kneels down and says, “I would be honored if I can take you to prom. Will you go with me?”

She smiles and says, “Yes, of course.”

“Now it’s Angel’s turn,” Jesus says and I eyes widen of the mention of my name. 

“Oh no. I’m good. I thought we were here for Sage. I’m not sure if I am going to prom.” I stutter and try to decline politely.

“As a power couple, we demand you to go and try on a couple of dresses,” Sage says as she wraps her arm around Jesus. 

“Guys please no,” I beg. “Fine just one then we are leaving.” I give up and let them have their fun. 

“Come with me.” Sage grab my hand drag me into a fitting room. “Stay here we will be back. 

I sit and wait until they pull a dress. I hear outside “Try it on!”

I look at it and my jaw drops down. Are they kidding me? It is a tight red dress. An off the shoulders with a heart neckline. I swallow my pride and just try it. I know it will make them stop pressuring me to go to prom. 

“Guy’s I can’t…” I say.

“Why?”

“It’s too tight. I don’t know.” I don’t feel comfortable in it.

“Just show us. Don’t make me come in there. I will.” Sage yells back at me. I stay quiet then I hear, “I’m going to crawling underneath.” She threatens me.

“Fine. I am coming out.” I am doing this for them rather than me. I unlock the door and walk up to them. I hold myself with my arms wrap around my stomach. I am too self-conscious. I feel like I am about to burst out of this dress like Hulk. I avoid their eye contact.

They weren’t even saying anything which makes this worse. Is it that bad?

“Omg! Angel! Look at you!” Sage run up to me to spin for them.

“What? Is it that bad?” I ask.

“Are you kidding? This is so sexy.” Sage gasp and made me let go of my waist. “You are a sex goddess

“I feel like I have sinned.”

“I feel like your brother is going to kill me,” Jesus says. He knows we must not dress too crazy. As an Alpha member, we must always look presentable and conservative. 

“Who knew you had these curves under all those cardigans,” Sage says. 

I honestly didn’t think my Mexican hips were going to fit in this tight dress and I am scared my boobs are going to pop out of this dress. I’m more of a heavier set of breasts.

“Can I change now?” 

“Wait? What? You have to wear this to Prom.” Sage says. I know she is trying to push me out of my comfort zone. “I can’t wait for Xavier to see you in this. He is going to shit himself.” 

“I don’t think I am going anyways.” I don’t think Xavier would even ask me. I know people want him for prom king. “It is too tight.” I don’t want to wear something I don’t feel confident in. I want to wear something for myself and not for anyone else’s twisted fantasies. 

“It is supposed to be. It is a mermaid cut dress.” Jesus says.

“You should never cut a mermaid,” I mumble.

 In the end, Sage pay for her dress and we make our way back to the car. I feel so much better to be back into my normal clothes. While walking with shopping bags in hand Jesus stops walking and backtracks. His sudden reaction made Sage and I follow his new direction.

“Jesus, where are you going? The car is this way!” I say.

“Isn’t that your brother’s car?” Jesus questions.” 

I look at his direction he was pointing at and I see three men crouching down in shame. They start rolling up the window. I march over to them and knock on the driver side. Through the spotless glass, I see Eric, Cam is on the passenger side, and Xavier sitting in the back. 

With my hand on my hip, I ask, “What is going on here? What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, we are just shopping.” My brother starts to say.

I calming repeat myself and ask. “Please don’t lie to me.” 

“I’m sorry Angel we were watching you from afar,” Eric says.

“You guys were watching me?” I ask.

“That’s creepy,” Sage says in the background. They all got out of the car and line up in front of me. “Really creepy.”

“Why would you guys do that?” Jesus asks mostly in Cam’s directions. His tone of voice sounds disappointed.

“Well…”

“We...were..”

Both Xavier and Cam stumble with their words do to our disappointed state. 

“We were worried about you,” Xavier says while putting his head down.

“Angel we were worried. This is your first time out since the shooting accident. We didn’t want you to be in trouble or…” Eric trails off as Sage picked the sentence up.

“Or if someone was following us like creepy stalkers,” she completed.

“Do you not trust me?” Jesus asks with watery eyes. I look back and forth between the two lovebirds. I pray for Cam to response the both his mate and his Alpha.

To Cam’s rescue, Eric says. “Considering the recent events, we believe more protection would be helpful. It has nothing to do with your ability to protect her.” 

Jesus stays quiet to please his Alpha. I am still not satisfied with his answer. “Why are you here?” I ask Xavier.

“I went to your house, Eric answered the door and he told me to get into the car. I didn’t realize what we were doing until we saw you shopping.” He answers.

Blood rushes to my cheeks and thinking he saw me in the prom dress. They all saw me in THAT dress. That evil red dress. “So you saw us in the mall and…”

“Yes, we did.” He smiles at his memories which only makes me crumble more of embarrassment. 

“Did you guys have fun?” My brother asks.

“I thought you said you could trust me. I guess I was wrong. I’ll see you at home.” I whimper about my brother’s lie and walk back to the car. 

I hear my brother calling for me but lies are never acceptable. Lies only cause my trust to break and is never put back. 

[whatif-animagineblog]

Rules: tag some blogs you’d like to get to know better

Tagged by: @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Nickname: I don’t really have one. My mom calls me carebear, or the bear mostly. For a short time, I was High Impact (Long story), 

Zodiac Sign: Libra - almost Scorpio. 

Height: 5′ 3″ almost 5′ 4″

Last thing you googled: “Bird with dark blue body and a reddish-brown head North America.” I have a bird-feeder and I saw a bird that I hadn’t seen around before. It was a brown-headed crowbird

Favorite music artist: Please don’t make me choose. I go between like Panic! at the Disco, Huey Lewis and the News, Soundtrack/show tunes. my music taste is a right mess.

Song stuck in my head: Des marches parachutistes belges. (The march of the Belgian parachuters.) It was part of our set last night for our concert.

Last movie you watched: Mulan

What are you wearing right now: A red athletic shirt that says “Cincinnati Bearcats” and has a cartoonish representation of the mascot. I got it for free for the ring-of-red game. #bandperks. And a pair of comfy black athletic shorts. because it’s very nice right now. 

Why did you choose your URL: I thought it was cute... like “What if ... happened?” and the rest is history (a very short history at that_

Do you have any other blogs: Yes. I have my personal blog: @thegeekofmanyfandoms I just reblog stuff I like. It’s a cluster fuck of fandoms and different posts.

What did your last relationship teach you: I haven’t had a romantic relationship yet.(Unless you count Jacob Schnieder asking me to marry him on top of the playground in second grade.) But my last friendship that ended badly taught me “Trust your initial gut instinct about someone. You are usually right about that shit Carrie.”

Religious or spiritual: I’m a Christian, in the sense of I believe in a higher power, and that you treat everyone right and respect all forms of spiritualness and you’re spiritualness, and beliefs are your own. I used to attend a Unity church until school became too much.

Favorite color: I’m really into greens. I also love bright blues and grays.

Average hours of sleep: anywhere between 6 to 12 hours depending on the day.

Lucky number:  13. Yep it’s also one of my favs. 

Favorite characters: Jules Callaghan, TOS Jim, Dick Grayson.

How many blankets you sleep with: One big fluffy comforter. 

Dream job: A mysterious public figure who is incredibly wealthy and throws charity balls, and gives out money to the arts and people in need. Like Bruce Wayne, but without the dead parents and Batman thing.

YOU’RE IT: @storiesfromstarfleet @outside-the-government @imaginestartrek @starshiphufflebadger