#dodgeball dean

[licieoic]

"Dodgeball Dean" - Markers and Colored Pencils

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[anemicpopnatural]

"In my mind, I was sitting there thinking that, you know, it was like this flashback. You know they say that when you're about to die your life flashes before you?"

It's all coming back to me now //

Destiel

[mbqnoyolo]

[Laughs uncomfortably]

Yeah, how about that Internet Stranger.

November 5 2024 is a lifetime away

Meme on deck, but what will it say????

[apollos-constant-crisis]

for my very small audience in the venn diagram

[dreamytfw]

We get a Supernatural reboot, but it's a reboot of the anime.

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

the year is 2026. the Enochian dub of 15x18 drops: Cas's speech is just him screaming I'M GAYLY HOMOSEXUAL FOR THIS MAN IN A QUEER WAY I SWEAR BY EVERY FRUIT IN THIS DAMN CLUB. they’re canon again for the 723rd time. Misha breaks his own record of days being bisexual by two weeks. Jensen legally changes his name to Dean Winchester. Lil Nas X announces he’s running for governor by posting the Destiel Delivers the News meme. Tumblr buys the rights to Supernatural and orders a third prequel series set in Superhell. 5 November is declared a bank holiday.

[qapsiel]

to cas, from dean xoxo be mine

"Oh, will we play dodgeball? I have no idea how it works, but it seems to be quite popular."

[apollos-constant-crisis]

Selkie episode about domestic abuse.

Sam, Dean and/or Cas hear about a string of murders in a seaside town up in New England, and decide to check it out on a whim. It’s a milk run, and no big deal if it’s nothing, right?

but then they start investigating, and they find out the killer is this woman who can’t be more than 25. They catch her in the middle of a murder, weeping, apologizing, her movements jerky, not hers. They think demon/ghost but no. She explains the selkie lore™ and that her husband stole her skin, and is forcing her to kill for him. And the worst part? She’s been forbidden from finding her skin.

So obviously Dean gos out to find the skin, and Sam gets to have a talk with this woman about how he knows what it’s like to not have your body be yours, to see your arm lift and know you didn’t move it. And like, through shenanigans the husband gives her an order to kill Sam so it’s a race against the inevitable. Dean finds the skin, she apologizes, and gets her freedom back.

And before she jumps into the water, another seal goes to the surface, and the biggest twist of all LESBIAN SELKIES.

goodnight.

If you could write an episode of supernatural, what would it be?

[shallowseeker]

Jack still wakes Dean up on occasion. He just does it from a distance.

[majosullivan]

So in the dashboard simulator many students used Internet lingo and memes, was it A) just the recently died students that knew how memes work B) if you get tumblr you automatically start talking like that C) they got a specific lesson on tumblr usage, I'm talking the Deans explaining the Apollo dodgeball thing and making live examples to show its function. Like what's the lore here

I would say it’s a mix of B and C, with the Deans giving them a quick presentation on how things work before immediately throwing them into it to see how they adapt. Watching the students try to manage everything is like a side show for them from the main competition. A quick laugh. Mourn claims to hate it, Merry adores it and enjoys keeping him up to date on what’s being posted

Merry: [scrolling through his dash] How does it feel being voted the worse dean of the academy?

Mourn: In an academy filled with neanderthals I wear it as a damn badge of honour, and can you plea-

Merry: [smirking] What about one of the students comparing you to Tweedledum?

Mourn: [shoving Merry’s head out the way so he can read the post] WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!

[pixel-percy]

🍎 A Locally Sourced AU: Hunter!Dean x Orchardist!Reader — You've known Dean Winchester since you were kids and, despite everything, you're still in love with him. But can he ever allow himself to reciprocate? 🍎

PART 1 | PART 2

🍎 Word Count: 1.3k 🍎 Music Vibes: Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift 🍎 Warning(s): Mentions of child abuse (physical & mental), repressed emotions, & mild violence 🍎 A/N: Oop, hey again 😅 heh These eras will likely vary in length, but they're snapshots of big moments that reader recalls from her life that involve Dean. Also, if you can't tell, yes, fuck John Winchester. He can catch these hands ✌️

It was a Tuesday when Dean walked into class with a cut under his eye, freckled cheek swollen and red.

The leaves had just begun to float from their branches to the dry grass below, coating cars, pools, and just about anything they could find purchase on. It was barely a couple of months into your final year of middle school and, for the last three years, the extent of your friend’s trauma—to your understanding—had been in the form of reprimands and orders barked from car windows. To many in Lawrence, that was just how you parented.

You understood John wasn’t the best, loud, authoritative, a bit scary, and you did your best to avoid him, or at least stay respectful, but this had been the first time you’d seen damage… And other people saw it too. He slumped down into his desk next to you, the teacher sparing him a glance, but nothing more as he watched the after-bell stragglers claim their desks too. Moisture tickled the corner of your eyelids and you weren’t sure if it was from sadness or anger. You’d been spanked before by your father for being a little too fussy or mouthy or something stupid you didn’t deserve to be hit for, but nothing like this. You tried to be hopeful—maybe he fell or something—but you knew. You always would.

“Stop.” That was all Dean said, like he could sense your want to say something in the way sympathy poured from your expression. He didn’t want to acknowledge it, which was just how Dean operated. Shove it down, down, down, until you forget about it or find a way to deal with it. Confronting it wasn’t an option. At least not right now. Despite knowing each other for a couple of years, he’d remained closed off from everyone but Sam. You picked up on that quickly and you wouldn’t dream of changing it, you just hoped he’d realize one day that you were his friend, you cared, and you’d fight the world for him too.

The rest of the day you tried to curb your sad eyes from lingering on him for too long in each class you shared. Gym was especially tough with the way Dean unscrupulously pelted your fellow classmates with bright red dodgeballs. You watched as the opposite team winced and cried out upon impact, skin red and stinging, and anger blooming in some of the other boys. It was when one of Dean’s throws collided with the side of someone’s head, hand instantly gripping their ear and tears in their eyes, that the coach finally stepped in. 

The whistle was loud and startled you, but Dean just stood there, chest heaving, eyes locked on the crying boy.

“Hey!” the coach shouted. “Take a lap Winchester!”

Dean didn’t budge. His jaw was clenched so hard you thought it might lock permanently. Your anxiety started to peak when you spotted the coach making his way toward him, stride purposeful and intent on getting the boy to do what he said—which you knew wouldn’t end well if Dean’s closed fist was any indication. 

So you closed the gap between you, interrupted the coach’s path, and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. He snapped his attention toward you, bright green irises surrounded by bloodshot sclera locked onto your face. Anger remained in his expression and he tensed against your grip.

“Dean. Go,” you said as firmly as you could, urgency in your eyes. He spared a small glance at the approaching coach, nostrils flaring, and snatched his arm away from you so suddenly that you almost lost your balance. You watched him walk off toward the locker room and that satisfied the coach enough to focus his attention on the child who’d been on the receiving end of Dean’s rage. You clasped your hands together so they wouldn’t shake and tried to ignore the curious eyes that remained on you.

The last of the day carried on, Dean slumped in his chair beside you for the classes you saw him in, no interest in conversing, and when the bell rang for the end of the day, you darted to the lunch room. You managed to convince one of the lunch ladies who liked you to let you grab an ice cream cup from the fridge and, with an unceremonious drop of coins onto the register, you darted out with a ‘thank you’ tossed over your shoulder.

You dodged through the crowded hallways with your books, ice cream perched on top of them, toward where Dean’s last class was. The room was empty by the time you got there and your eyes searched for him, fearful you’d missed him completely until you spotted his flannel at the end of the sidewalk. 

“Dean!” you called just before you caught up to him. Breathless, you kept pace with him and offered him the ice cream. He stopped. You stopped. Dean looked down at the offering, expression softening for the first time all day.

“What’s this for?” he asked, monotone.

“For you,” you responded.

“Why?” The word was tinged with a smidgen of venom, likely unintentional because when he looked up at you, his expression made you frown. Like he didn’t deserve the nicety.

“Ice cream makes me happy when I’m sad,” you offered softly. “And I don’t want you to be sad.”

“I’m not sad,” Dean stated, an edge to his tone again, an attempt to push you away from him.

All you could say was, “Okay.” I see you, but okay. It’d be a common theme between the two of you over the years.

You stood before him, ice cream cup cold on your palm, as he contemplated whether to take it from you or not… Until he did. Dean’s fingers gently grabbed the item from you, careful to not drop the spoon teetering on the top, and sighed.

“I gotta pick up Sammy,” he said, just shy of a question.

“I’ll come with you,” you responded. Dean nodded. You adjusted your backpack and books, a gentle smile still on your lips. A breeze passed over the both of you when you’d begun your trek to Sam’s school, leaves floating down around you and a gentle rattle from the chain link fence beside you. It didn’t take him long to open the ice cream, digging the spoon into the softened substance and taking a bite. You tried not to look at him, unsure if it’d send him back into that sour mood by accident, but you were happy to see those lines on his forehead release. 

You didn’t look his way at all until he said, “Pie.”

“Hmm?” you asked.

“Pie makes me happy,” he said, taking another bite of ice cream. Your smile widened.

“What kind of pie?”

He was trying and you could appreciate that.

“...Apple,” he confessed.

“My momma makes really good apple pie,” you said. “Next time she makes some, I’ll bring you a piece.” Dean huffed a small laugh, your heart fluttering at the sound—happy to see the tension lighten.

“Alright,” he managed, finally shifting his eyes to you. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” you said.

The rest of your walk was spent in a more peaceful silence, the rigidness of his shoulders finally eased into a relaxed slouch. If any of the other kids had paid you any mind, they never said, but even if they had, it was never about them. It was always about you and Dean. It’d take a long time for his rage to ease, even slightly, but he always did his best to never aim it at you or Sam. You were the only two people that helped him feel normal—not like some extension of John and his ambition. Not some little soldier.

You’d always wanted Dean to be happy. He deserved to be happy.

[oldguardleatherdog]

We Don't Have Nixon To Kick Around Anymore

50 years on from The Resignation, a glancing elegy

On the night of August 8, 1974, as I sat on the big couch in our livingroom with one eye on the TV and the other on the cast on my left arm (another fractured wrist, this time from being last kid standing in a game of Bombardment at 6th grade recess - dodgeball with three balls - I made a heroic dive, felt the sproinggg! as I landed hard, and I knew another trip to Dr. MacFarland was in my near future), I saw the familiar jowls of President Nixon fill the screen on the Zenith, knowing that what Gerald Ford would soon call "our long national nightmare" was about to come to its once unlikely, suddenly imminent end.

For most of 1973 and all of 1974, the Watergate scandal had consumed the nation, crowding out the summer daytime programming (what? no Jeopardy or Concentration or that wild guy from Canada with the 'fro and the stache on a lame game called The Wizard of Odds named Alex Trebek? We had to go outside and play?), making unlikely household names of obscurocrats like John Dean and G. Gordon Liddy and Jeb Stuart Magruder, spawning what we would call memes today featuring Tricky Dick caricatures with endless snorts on Hollywood Squares and Laugh-In, and getting 12-year-old factory town kids engaged with politics in surprising ways (for two years, our Social Studies classes were a hotbed of partisan debate, and I lost ten cents betting on McGovern over Nixon in '72).

We all knew the end was close - the local headlines in giant type screaming "Nixon Resignation is Near" were belaboring the obvious by then - and as the President droned on, I listened for the cue to look at the screen...

"Therefore," - my family and I swiveled our heads in unison - "I shall resign the Presidency effective at noon tomorrow. Vice President Ford will be sworn in as President at that hour in this office."

And just like that, it was over.

The next day, I watched as the Nixons took their final walk across the White House lawn towards the helicopter that would carry them away from Washington and into history, Julie and Tricia and their husbands bearing them up, then the long-suffering Pat who God only knows how she held it together at that scorching, searing moment -

and last, the old crook himself, turning to face the Fords and the gathered staff and America and the world one last time, extending both arms out and up "stiff as a board" as the NBC News anchor remarked, his hands making the peace sign (peace! Jesus Christ, I learned in that instant where irony ended and satire began) in the posture we knew so well, and then just like that, they were gone.

And here we are, half a century hence, my wrist long since healed, wondering how the hell I got old, casting my baleful eye across our miserable mise-en-scène, trying to figure out just where we lost the thread and took the turn that got us back into the same damn jam squared - hell, cubed - and yearning for such a clear-cut, uncomplicated, and decisive ending to our long national nightmare once again.

[Excerpt from the "Checkers Speech", UVA's Miller Center via Vimeo]

[dynamic-k]

:D

U back :) So how was camp? :>

IT WAS AMAZING AND AMAZING AND AMAZING AND-

I'm an ambivert, but the instant I set foot on campgrounds I was in full extrovert jittery ramble mode for some reason-

I quickly bonded with my cabin mates, had fun with this thing called axe throwing [where i get ta yeet little axe hatchet things at a target and surprisingly I was good at it], sipped on brewed coffee since there wasn't espresso, played dodgeball and broke my glasses when a ball smacked me right in the face, but i had my superglue and a spare pair of glasses, so i repaired the fracture, left it to set, and walked back into the gym building to play more dodgeball-

I went down the potato-sack slide [a hard plastic big long slide that you sit on a potato sack and slide down, it's so fun~], did this awesome zipline at least 50 times over the week, discovered I love high speed activities, got 11,000 steps Sunday, 19,000 steps Monday, 21,000 steps Wednesday, 18,000 steps on Thursday when my legs felt a teeny bit sore, and I forgot the general amounts for Friday and Saturday, but they were about the same amount with minor fluctuation.

I played a cool game on the beach in a flat sandy area on day one, Sunday, and it's called Dragon Ball. IT'S SO COOL, IT'S A LITTLE LIKE DODGEBALL, BUT WITH EXTRA STUFF-

So- Two teams are in the middle of a giant circle to be the last team standing, and every other team stands on the outskirts of the big circle with access to balls. :D Teehee, yey for game violence-

[except the balls don't really hurt- I got hit on the cheek once and was fine-]

The two teams are individual 'dragons'. The head of the dragon wears a colored headband, and every other member of that team makes a train of people by setting both hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them.

But the people on the outside of the circle cannot just target the head of the dragon and get that person out to immediately kill the entire team, you have to hit the backmost person first and work your way up to the head dragon person with many shots.

IT. WAS. EPIC.

apparently, I am good at aiming balls where I want and I got QUITE a lot of people out, my competitive personality completely taking over-

I ended up as the head dragon, wearing this lime green neon green headband [soft, fuzzy, stretchy little thing~] Our team was originally contemplating doing like- A rock, paper, scissors tournament to decide who would wear the headband and be the head dragon, meaning that the moment all your team is out and you are the last one, you are quickly targeted. And the balls tend to come from all directions, as you're in a circle. Now, I am really good at ducking and dodging by looking at ball trajectory [I love high speed reflexive games~], but being in a circle and surrounded on every side does ush the limits of my ability to see what is coming for me.

Before the game began and we understood the rules, our dean, Gabe, called the names of who was on what team, one team at a time, and one of the two counselors on each team grabbed a random headband from the bag [as it doesn't matter if two or more dragon teams get the same color, we still know who wins and who doesn't].

Anyway, I looked at the bag of headbands, intrigued and wanting to pick one out too, but only one headband per team is taken, and my counselor had already selected a neon green one and left, leaving me to follow in mild disappointment I cannot wear a headband.

Then I discover that I could actually wear the headband, if my team let me be the head of the dragon~

So, I jokingly, actually I was quite serious, told my team I just really wanted a headband. Nathan, my other counselor aside Clare, was super nice, he offered it to me to my surprise, and since I knew I was proficient in dodging and had spoken this to my team, I was shockingly just handed the headband-

I love that thing an unusual amount- It's a cheap, fuzzy neon green piece of stretchy fabric in a circle band, to be worn on the head. I have an attachment to it.

We had great fun, and when I inevitably was in the "Ring of Fire", as Clare dubbed the circle everyone with balls stood in, I was eventually the last remaining member on my team.

I stuck close to the other team's dragon, which had around 4 or 5 people left to get out, and i was by myself. I did this thing where i stepped backward and then forward and rotated and tried to move fast so I could be unpredictable, and it did keep me in for a good 2 minutes before I didn't see one ball heading my way and got hit in de cheek. [was fine, i promise- they don't hurt that much at all-]

I had fun even though our team was eliminated~ I LOVE MURDERING DRAGONS WITH DODGEBALLS OKAY- /insanity-toned

Afterward, I removed the headband, unsure where we were supposed to return it, but then I wondered if I could keep it. I didn't feel right walking off with it, since I wasn't sure how valuable they were or if the camp needed them for something else later, so I found Clare and asked him.

Clarence, Clare, my family group leader and the father of the dean who runs everything, he let me keep my headband.

He originally stood there and stared at the headband, unsure for a moment, I stood there and widened my eyes and basically pleading expression with my hands behind my back in a joking way.

BUT HE SAID I COULD KEEP IT, SO I SCURRIED OFFFFFFFFFF

I wore it every day, entire rest of the week, and made it part of my personality~ XD

HEADBAND- :D

there are more stories, but I have been quite busy since returning from camp, and hardly have time unless I really make time-

Like, using the bathroom while on a device and monitoring any and all online work or notifications, or using my lunch break exercise time to sit on the couch and be inactive so I can try to work through more of the emails I've gotten~ MULTITASKING HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

:3 I've been brainrotting stuff-

I've been brainrotting so much Spark AU, and also some Second's Tale because I'm trying to figure out the ending that I never planned-

Second's Tale is so stuck right now, but I wanna update it so badddlyyyyy

also the poor poor Guessing Game- I'M SORRY LEENA-

..plus a few other fics..

And here I am with a new AU idea too- *sheepish* Can't say nothing, can't say it-

I wanna try and finish the entire AU before I publish, that way I don't end up hooking people and getting everyone riled up and impatient for this new thing of mine- I can bring it to completion first! (That may.. take a while. BUT NEW AU-)

The only downside might be the fact I kinda got tired for a few days afterward? Like- I used up so much extrovert-ish energy at camp, and then kinda went strangely peaceful and quiet for some time afterward, like my introvertism tendencies are trying to balance out all the energy I used.

I wouldn't even call that too much a downside, except for the fact I felt bad for not responding to online stuff right away, and my brain felt slower to function and process. I tend to beat myself up when I have difficulty doing stuff, lol-

[apollos-constant-crisis]

so as a combination spn fan and pie maker, everyone wildly underestimates how long it takes to make one of those fuckers. Like yeah, the average bake time for a pie is an hour, but that’s ignoring prep time. Pie crust after it’s initially made needs to sit for 2-3 hours in the fridge to combine further. This stops gluten from forming so your crust tastes good, and keeps your butter cold! You can not have a pie at 6 if you start at 4, unless your crust was made in advance, and even then it still has to cool for 30 minutes. Pies are a labor of love, please stop writing them to take 20 minutes.

[awwthenticc]

▶ DESTIEL HIGHSCHOOL AU

Dean Winchester

(I'm trying to write out my thoughts, bear with me)

Appearence

▶ Dean Winchester would have long hair in highschool. in the HS episode in supernatural, dean has short hair (as he does in the show). But that's just to help us KNOW its dean. but he has long hair. cause. c'mon. look at jensen.

▶ longer hair, covered in freckles, pretty eyelashes with those green eyes? he was made to be a pretty boy!!

▶he's young! he's 19.

▶his style of clothes is of his own, and whatever feels right. he wears his dad's jacket, but it is big on his frame, and clothes, especially pants, are baggy (the exception is just jeans that hug his legs). but this is a choice. he thinks it makes him cool.

▶so like "oh I'm so pretty, but I'm also a bad boy😈😈😈" /SILLY

School Life

SPORTS:

▶ I don't care, don't come at me. I will stand by this, guys, I am correct. HE WOULD NOT PLAY SPORTS!!!!!! HE WOULDN'T BE A JOCK!!!!!! HE WOULDN'T PLAY FOOTBALL!!!!!! HE WOULDN'T MAKE IT ON THE TEAM!!!!! GUYS WE HAVE TO BE REALISTIC, AND I'M SORRY FOR CRUSHING ALL OF YOUR DREAMS.

▶ he wouldn't care for sports! and even if he did make the team! he wouldn't have time to play in the games, or participate in sports/clubs as a whole because he needs to watch his brother

▶ and don't get me started on the fact it is stated that he DOES NOT LIKE SCHOOL!!! he finds no point in it, and yes education, but he's moving from school to school so often. (give or take, it's 3 weeks-to a few months, and if he's lucky a year until they move again) his grades would be too low for him to even participate in SPORTS!!

▶hes not PLAYING AT THE FOOTBALL GAME!!! HES HOOKING UP UNDER THE BLEACHERS!!!!

▶though he would overacheive in PE. dodgeball? he's walking out the champion. they aren't taking him down.

▶ they gotta run around the gym and do laps or something? they're playing eye of the tiger? he's running.

▶would hate basketball. would only bounce the ball. and throw it wherever, he'd put no attempt into getting the ball in the hoop. but if he did, he'd make a big deal out of it

▶"play ball" he plays catch with sam, as their dad played catch with them. he doesn't play catch with them though, so dean throws the ball to sam. sam catches, sometimes they switch, and sometimes they can hit things. (would have played a households equivalent of baseball: in the front lawn)

RELATIONSHIPS:

▶ he has two hands.

▶ I'm not saying dean winchester is a player, and cheats on who he's dating. but.. I'm also saying--

▶ Dated Lisa, they were highschool sweethearts, but at the same time he was messing around with Castiel. (this was a secret, and he liked keeping it as a secret. for everyone, for himself.)

▶ it was the bendiest, wildest, gay-est senior year for him. and he holds on to it.

▶ dated for popularity, for love, for discovery, he was finding himself.

▶ hooked up with rhonda hurley, this is important. if its something only he knows to his older self, it's important. (I like s5 ep4 "the end" can you tell I miss endverse) his freaky-ness matters. and we don't shame him. only sometimes.

▶ his struggle to stick with one partner is because he wants to know as many people before he moves again. people need to know Dean Winchester.

School Reputation:

▶he's known for getting detention, he does not care, and it keeps him from staying at home all of the time.

▶ I believe he has ADHD, and he's me for real, and just struggles to pay attention in class. that also motivated his lack of doing work, so he stopped trying.

▶ (castiel tutors him? thank god)

▶ troublemaker, a flirt and a disruption. but hes silly so its fine!! ^_^

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@rayneishere was the start of all of this, this idea, I am merely the one to add onto it! she's great.

[according2thelore]

tag game!

thank you for the tag, @pookeenpie!

charlotte:

Do you make your bed? absolutely not—I always run out of time in the morning 💔

What's your favorite number? 8! it’s very round and symmetrical so it’s a vibe

What is your job? I’m in sales ✊

If you could go back to school, would you? no—I’m finally free 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Can you parallel park? nope! I learned how but promptly forgot that wizardry—idk how lizzy does it 😭

A job you had that would surprise people? I worked at a luxury spa for a hot second 🧎‍♀️

Do you think aliens are real? yes, but not in a flying saucer way—maybe microorganisms?

Can you drive a manual car? no (dean would be ashamed)

What's your guilty pleasure? I love the apple snail egg crushing tiktoks….too niche?

Tattoos? only one really fresh one—I got it with lizzy a few weeks ago!

Favorite color? pink!

Favorite type of music? gay girl pop 🤩

Do you like puzzles? after wresting with a 1000+ piece one this week…no 💅 (yes)

Any phobias? any of the creepy crawlies, being in the middle of nowhere, sleep paralysis, home invasion, carbon monoxide poisoning…I could go on lol, I’m an anxious gal

Favorite childhood sport? gymnastics (I was awful at tumbling but loved burrowing into the foam pit)

Do you talk to yourself? yes, but only if I’m upset ☹️

What movies do you adore? the eras tour movie is on at all times now that I don’t share a living space with lizzy 🤭

Coffee or tea? coffee runs through my veins 🧎‍♀️

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? a fairy or a mermaid 🧜‍♀️

lizzy:

Do you make your bed? yes! i try to everyday.

What's your favorite number? 18 or 54. long story.

What is your job? pestering charlotte

If you could go back to school, would you? i am in school now! i'm getting a degree that rhymes with schecoming a schmocter

Can you parallel park? yes! charlotte has been in the car with me while parallel parking, so she can attest to my deftness and skill. my old car was pretty damn long and i had to park that puppy everywhere.

A job you had that would surprise people? hmm...TA? my students said i was pretty great!

Do you think aliens are real? yes but mostly just like amoebas and things...if we got something bigger then it's not in this solar system.

Can you drive a manual car? ...naur... :(

What's your guilty pleasure? none of my pleasures are guilty? i don't think? i play the ukulele and that has a lot of Cringe Culture pointed at it right now so maybe that?

Tattoos? i got my first one with charlotte like two weeks ago! :) no, they're not matching ones.

Favorite color? red or yellow! they are happy colours :)

Favorite type of music? i gotta go indie or folk? but i can pretty much listen to anything and like it except extreme metal, jazz, or most post-2001 country

Do you like puzzles? yes!!!!! i LOVE puzzles!!! i listen to audiobooks and use a puzzle app on my phone. but my favourite types of puzzles are word puzzles--i tear up a crossword.

Any phobias? spiders and the unknown void of death. wahoo!

Favorite childhood sport? i only ever hated the sports i played as a youth. so i'm going with dodgeball? or volleyball?

Do you talk to yourself? yeah sometimes i'm writing a scene in my head and i say dialogue out loud on accident. but if i'm alone sometimes i'll narrate what i'm doing.

What movies do you adore? It's A Wonderful Life (1946), The Road to El Dorado (2000), Your Name (2016), Pride and Prejudice (2005) [i know i just alienated some people there], Star Trek: Into Darkness (2013) [but really all of AOS], and Notting Hill (1999) [i could go on forever i love movies]

Coffee or tea? tea! mostly black tea--green tea makes my tummy hort

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? probably a princess or astronaut? or pop star? the classics.

tagging: @animangalover15 @pregnancykink @majordemonblockparty @samisadeangirl @incesthemes

as always, this is completely optional! <3 just for fun!