#feeling VEERY lazy today

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Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “what the fuck? that’s illegal!” and “you can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!

And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for metaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you fucking wizard.

I love being right. It’s one of my favorite personality traits.

...This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?

My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

 Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

‘Technically legal’, the two best words in the the English language, right before ‘cowboy spectacular.'

God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.

The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Chapter 2

Kirishima could be viewed as someone who was a pervert, of the worst kind.

He did not hide the fact he liked teenage girls. He often said in his interviews he would like a young wife.

The reporters laughed and made comments on it about how girls should take notes.

Kirishima protected the city from villains, everyone he came across idolized him.

He was a god at this point.

He could do whatever he liked, and he did.

He would often send his assistant out after fan meets to get the girls Kirishima thought were attractive enough to fuck in his dressing room.

After he was through with them, he threatened a few of them to keep quiet when he told them he just used their bodies to get off.

Would he get in trouble for having sex with a minor? Probably not but he did not want to have to deal with all the paperwork and reporters that would come his way.

Kirishima was sitting in his office when he got a text from an unsaved number.

He opened his phone, and it was from his high school best friend Kenji. He was congratulating him on getting in the top five hero ranking.

Kirishima smiled; it would be nice to catch up with old friends. So, Kirishima texted Kenji back and forth.

They agreed to have Kirishima come over for dinner in a few days to catch up.

Free food, who could deny that.

Kirishima greed and they ended the conversation there.

Kirishima put his phone down and kept on working on the paperwork in front of him until he was finished.

He got up and walked out of his office down the elevator towards the lobby. He passed the receptionist.

“See you tomorrow Mr. Elijio.” She called out. He waved at her.

He needed a shower and some food. He would order take out. He was feeling lazy.

Kirishima got in his car and got home quickly. He walked up the steps to his apartment that housed other heroes, but you did not see many of the others veery often.

Kirishima quickly stripped all his clothing right at the front door. His apartment was on the highest floor, he was sure he was the only one that occupied a place up here.

It was so high up you could not see anything.   

After a hot shower he draped a towel around himself and flopped himself on the couch before pulling his phone out to find something to eat. He ordered some beer while he was at it.

Kirishima did not usually drink but he did when he had a rough day and today was a rough day.

Not too many villains, just some low-level ones but he had a lot of paperwork to do. With charities wanting donations and special appearances.

He despised it.

Kirishima took a deep breath and turned the TV on before getting up to put some sweatpants on before his food came.

[cecilspeaks]

150 - The Birthday of Lee Marvin (III)

Deb: Hey squishy humans! Deb at it again, as usual, talking until your mortal forms pass away. Welcome…

Dana: Once again, the sun has risen. Good one, sun. We’re all very impressed by the same trick on the millionth day in a row. I’m Dana Cardinal. Welcome to..

Computer: Computer loves Night Vale. Night Vale provides home for computer. Welcome…

Deb: Welcome…

Dana: Welcome…

Steve: Heyy everyone! Oh uh, oh man, I’m supposed to prepare some sort of a start for this thing, huh? Dangit, forget every time! Every time! [chuckles] Come on, Steve! You have a responsibility here, Steve! You’re better than this, Steve. Sorry. God, sorry! Oh. Uh, Welcome to Night Vale! 

Cecil: Listeners, it is a very special day today. That’s right, it’s Carlos and I’s sixth anniversary! Yes, we count that first night at the Arby’s, looking out at those lights, as the start. Why not? Something has to be the start. And that felt like the first moment of it, the rest of our lives.

It’s especially emotional this anniversary, because recently we did not exist for a brief period. Then we both did exist again, but I had forgotten about our entire life together. I have since remembered and it has been especially tender between us. Such things happen in any marriage that has gone on for enough years, and so it served us as a good reminder of who we are in each other’s lives.

But it’s not just a special day for us. Oh no. It’s also, oh wow – the 30th birthday of legend of stage and screen, Mister Lee Marvin. Let’s take a listen to a special message from the birthday man himself.

Lee Marvin: Hello. It is my birthday again. Huh. Well, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to all of us. It’s all of our birthdays this year. Congratulations, us!  But it’s only for so much longer. Uh.. I am tired of floating on time like a lazy river gone stale. It’s time for me to reach out, to cease. To alter. I’m so tired. I wish I could sleep. I mean I can, I can sleep. But also I wish that I could. Both the wish and the ability exist within me.

This will be the last day that I turn 30. I have been climbing a narrow rock chimney, but today I let go and fall into deep, clear waters. Hm. Thanks for all the birthday wishes. It really, really has meant a lot.

Cecil: OK, kind of a bummer of a birthday message, but let’s move on. And now, the financial news. Intern Maureen: And now the financial news or whatever. Looks like stocks are up, which is great for people who own stocks, who are statistically already wealthy enough that stocks being up or down doesn’t fundamentally affect their lives. And those of us without stocks, well then the health of the stock market has little relationship to..

Faceless Old Woman: Toni I see that you are reading the financial news. Yes, I’m looking at you right now. No, not behind your shoulder. I see you glancing back. No, not out the window either. Toni, look up.  Look up, Toni. The great work begin-

Steve: Now see I’m VP of counting at the Last Bank of Night Vale. I can count very high, so I’m uniquely situated to explain these figures to you. So uh, oh OK. See where the graph is going down? That means that the price is, uh, lower. Or-or maybe the stock is? Or it’s all going up oh hold on, huh, I’ve been looking at this sideways. Oh this isn’t graph at all! [chuckles] It’s a picture of Lee Marvin.

Dana: Why do bad things happen to good people? Wrong question. The question is: why do things happen?

Basimah: I have 17 dollars on my bank account and my teenage father is living with me. So things are going great here.

Cecil: ..up 8 per cent, the highest percentage in the last three years. And this has been financial news.

Meanwhile, a last minute birthday party for Mr. Lee Marvin has been arranged at Gino’s Italian Dining Experience and Bar and Grill at 5 PM. Where we will all celebrate the first three decades of Mr. Marvin’s life by taking advantage of some great happy hour deals. Gino’s happy hours are super appetizing. The most popular item is a small bowl filled with polished pebbles, but they are damn cheap, and that is appreciated in these tough times, when all of us are finding ourselves short on our bills. Except the estate of the late Marcus Vanston, which now contains approximately 15 per cent of all money in the United States, but still has no designated beneficiary.

Mr. Marvin himself is not expected to attend his own party, as he is not feeling well, and also says that he has a plan to move himself from this tired wheel of time. Well, feel better Lee, and good luck on that hobby of yours. Sounds complicated and exhausting. I’ll have a Shiraz and a bowl of pebbles in honor of you.

Lee Marvin: Night Vale. We are a town of good intentions. Once there was a god. Her name was Huntokar, and she tried to save one little town. She acted with love. The missiles came and she reached out to shift the timeline, only a tad, only enough to save us. And in that moment, her little town shattered into millions of parallel towns. This place became a prison. A god’s love is a dangerous force.

Once, there was a woman who was a general. She wanted victory for a just cause, so she fought every battle, over and over until time was jumbled up and overlapping and worn thin. She returned home and she died, but the wreckage she made of time remained.

And once there was a man. An actor. Once, but not much longer. Here, time and space have been scratched and scrunched, worn down until they’re translucent. And what if I reached out a hand? And what if I pushed that hand to the thin places?

Happy birthday to me. My last 30th birthday.

Steve: Well folks, there’s the hour and it’s time to, uh, do our usual checks and such. Check in on it. On the uh, you know the, what’s the word?

Faceless Old Woman: I’m standing on your roof, Randolph. Yes, Randolph, that’s my pacing you hear, back and forth on these cheap clay tiles that needed replacing three years ago. There will be rain, Randolph, some day. And then there will be leaks. That’s a certainty.

Don’t believe me? Let’s take a look at…

Dana: That’s that for all that, listeners. I’m getting tired just reporting all this life. Can’t imagine how tired all of you are from living it. So let’s all take a break together and go to the…

Numbers station: 43. 12. 9. 55. 30. 17. The weather. To the weather. Cause I am the champion and you’re gonna hear me… roar.

[“Things Still Left To Say” by Mal Blum, https://www.malblum.com]

Lee Marvin: There are many Night Vales. This isn’t news, it’s merely the fact of it. There’s a Night Vale where the streets are rivers and the rain falls constantly from sunless skies. There’s a Night Vale where the mayor is a smiling man, and a Night Vale where the mayor is a brave woman. And of course there is a Night Vale that has no mayor and never will have again. There’s a Night Vale without a day. And there’s a Night Vale without night. There’s a Night Vale where the dogs sing and the birds bark. There’s a Night Vale with no people, only the angel who’s moaning and tapping their fingers. There’s a Night Vale where I was never born. And there’s a Night Vale where I’ll never die. There’s a Faceless Old Woman who secretly lives in your home. She’s in every Night Vale there is. There’s Night Vale where time runs backwards and a Night Vale where time skips about, and there’s Night Vale where time doesn’t work at all. That’s this Night Vale. Time is weird here. Time is weird everywhere, but it’s especially weird here. There’s a Night Vale where Dana is the voice of her town, and a Night Vale where Deb, the sentient patch of haze is voice of her town. And a Night Vale where you are the voice of your town. An infinitude of voices, of an infinitude of Night Vales.

But here, in this Night Vale, our voice is Cecil. Hah, a voice like distant traffic. A voice like strong coffee at midnight.

Once there was a god with good intentions, and a heart full of love. She shattered us in two, many versions of us. Once there was a general, full of courage and victory. She twisted our time about itself, lost us in a labyrinth of hours and years.

And once there was a man. His dreams were simple. He wanted to be an actor, that’s all. To lie a little to audiences, in a way that they like being lied to. But time got stuck on him like – gum on a shoe. It was always his 30th birthday, from the Big Ban to the tedious heat death of the universe. His 30th birhday forever. Time weighed on him and so he looked out at every Night Vale that has ever been, and every Night Vale that will ever be, all of them swirling and swinging thru intertwining chronologies and he concentrated veery hard. And he reached out one tired ancient 30-year-old hand and stopped them all, just for a moment. He stopped time’s gyrations.

All is frozen. Water hangs in the air below a leaking tap. The trees are sculpted by a gust of wind and haven’t yet swung back to their natural state. The clouds form a frozen pattern, like snowdrifts in the sky. A voice of Night Vale sits in front of a microphone, mouth open but no words coming out. All of the voices in all of the Night Vales.

On the highway out of town, the cars are stopped dead. Their drivers caught glancing at their phones or scratching their ears and thinking about what would finally make them happy, or looking in the mirror and trying to gauge whether the car behind them belongs to the Sheriff’s Secret Police. Farther out, over the mountains and to the coast, the waves are stopped mid-fall. Foam caught, rising water caught, tumbling. 

An old man in Canada trips on a shoe discarded by his grandson, and there he remains, hands out mid-air, too late for anyone to save but not yet colliding with the earth. He will dislocate his knee.

A soldier in China squints at a bird, trying to decide which type of bird it is. Really it’s too distant to tell but the soldier makes a game of this to pass the tedium, and so here they are squinting at a bird that is stopped mid-flight, its wings outstretched, catching wind that is no longer moving. Observe the solder in this moment, a thin slice of a long life.  

Out in low orbit, a spindly silver being in a graceful silver craft, is caught in an instant when its appendages that are not really fingers but we’ll call them fingers, even though technically are closed in function to kidneys. When its fingers phase thru the skull of a sleeping human that it has brought abroad, reaching into the human’s memories, seeking out a clear understanding of a planet that the being has been tasked to observe. That planet and all the other planets cease for a moment in their senseless hurdle thru the vacuum. They are suspended. The way they are in diagrams.

The story we tell ourselves of stasis, and clear spacial relationships is, for a moment, true. An entire universe holds its breath.

Huh. Then I shift my hand a little and the gears of time click back into place and start again to move. Not quite as they were before, they-they are on track now. Their tread a little truer.

The beginning of my end. The start of my death. I take in air, I let out air, and in the moment where the universe starts again, something happens that has never happened before. Not in all of history.

Cecil: Today is a special day, Night Vale. Lee Marvin, star of stage and screen is, oh wow! - turning 31 today. Happy birthday, Lee! You know, it feels like our thirties just fly by. Enjoy them while they last. Lee Marvin celebrated his birthday in a notably somber way. He stepped out onto his lawn, nodding at passers by and various idiot birds. He spit thru his teeth, placed his hands on his hips, watched the sun move for a while. Then he nodded in approval of everything he’d seen and stepped back inside. Well, we all express happiness in our own ways.

A few minutes ago, I got the most interesting voicemail from my most interesting husband, Carlos. It’s our sixth anniversary today, you know. Anyway, he was so excited, I’ve never heard him talk so fast in his life. Carlos said he opened the clock that was on our mantelpiece at home, the one that was given to him by his mother the day he received his PhD. The one he brought with him to Night Vale, the one that after having come to Night Vale, he opened to find that it was full of moss and fur and human teeth. Yeah, time doesn’t work in Night Vale, he had realized and he mourned the transformation of both the clock and his experience of the days and years of his life, but he still believes in keeping possession in perfect condition, and so today he opened the clock to brush its teeth, only to find it was full of gears and a battery and was ticking away. He measured the movement of its minute hand against the sun, and found that the sun, instead of disappearing at wildly different times, was setting on a normal schedule. He called me up, his voice cracking with excitement, bordering on terror.

“Cecil, Cecil!” he said to me. “Cecil! Time is normal in Night Vale. Well. It is night, Night Vale. Soon the sun will rise and we know exactly what time that will happen. Our lives have all lurched forward. Is that – good? Stay tuned next for exactly what was scheduled to run next, at the exact time it was scheduled to do so. And from my mouth to your ears, even after all these years, Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: Technically, the first human being and the first human being in space were the same person.

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The multi-talented @asimiento tagged me for this thing and I feel I should apologize for how boring I am! Sorry!

colors I’m currently wearing: Black and white. Right now I’m wearing a fleece skeleton onesie with a cut-up t-shirt and these bike shorts underneath.

last band t-shirt I bought: I don’t really buy t-shirts much! They usually don’t fit me well unless I cut them up (cf above). I think the last “band” t-shirt I bought was probably a Marilyn Manson Mechanical Animals-era one several months ago.

last band I saw live in concert: The last concert I went to was a performance by Alvin Lucier and it was amazing!!

last song I listened to: Thin Lizzy, “Whiskey in the Jar”

lipstick or chapstick: Lip chap

last movie I watched: Okay, this is where I’m getting deeply boring bc I honestly have not watched a movie or TV really in such a long time. I watched a couple of 3-minute clips from the movie Christine yesterday because Jack @zednanrefkcaj posted one of them... but I’m really lazy about actually watching full-length movies these days. Recently I’ve been watching a lot of ABBA videos. They’re all bonkers.

I made up some of the rest of these questions because my answers otherwise would have been “nothing” and “no one” so favorite red wine variety of the moment: My usual fall/winter go-to is Malbec but not long ago I had some Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, which is delicious and makes me feel pleasantly bougie

last book I finished: Gwendolyn Brooks, Seasons (technically I haven’t read the back matter yet). I’m about to start reading this anthology.

last birds I considered: I spent some time thinking about blue jays and northern cardinals today. I also recommend the veery.  

Anyway, tell me about some more birds and things @joycecarolnotes @pussy-strut @psychodelicategirl @skeetshoot @seaveg @vitabreva @rhavewellyarnbag @genghisrae @veryfemmeandantifascist also everyone else

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Anon ask: DATING WANDA AND NAT WOUL INCLUDE OMG            

Warning: none? fluff , a loooot of fluff

(A/N): Guys~, omg guys, Wanda and Nat are my wifes okay? They are my fucking perfect combo I want this in my life.I really love this two ladies okay? you guys don’t have an idea of how much I love and admire them!!!!

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You have the best of both worlds.A deadly assassin, fierce, badass, that loves you with every nerve of her body, and a lovely, cute, awkwardly shy witch, that if love would be a disease, she would die from it.You are in heaven, my friend.

let me get started by saying how clingy they can be when you came back from a long mission, omg

they will just drag you to be near them

they will grab your hand, your waist, kiss your neck, jaw, lips, forehead, pepper kisses all over your face while Wanda giggles and Nat watches you with her loving gaze

They just missed you so damn much

they will be 24/7 with you, making excuses to follow you anywhere.

you have to do paperwork? then Nat will do it with you, while Wanda is hugging you from behind, leaving kisses here and there, most of the time you guys do anything but paperwork.

do you want to train? then they will train with you

did you get hurt and need to change your bandage? then Nat will do it while Wanda kisses you because “it works to distract you from the pain”

They like sometimes to plan who can have you all for themselves because they agree that sometimes they don’t want to share and that’s perfectly fine.

They love cuddles, girls night now is cuddle night. Nat will choose bad movies so you guys can laugh about them. Wanda would be hugging you, or making funny remarks about the movie.

They are veery protective of you. Especially Nat, Nat is insanely protective.

They are always checking up on you.

”did you eat today?”

“how do you sleep?”

“you look tired, go to rest, Wanda is in the library, cuddle with her I’m pretty sure she won’t mind” *kiss*

no one will dare to flirt with you or say something mean to you.

of course, that doesn’t mean they don’t think about it

Wanda will know, ooh she knows, sometimes you and Nat have to drag her away before she traumatizes someone.

Wanda will also know when someone is having dirty thoughts about you.

She quickly goes to Nat, and she tells her that the person you are talking with now, wants to get in your pants.

Expect this two goddesses to came out of the blue addressing you as hers and “Hello babe” “hey love” “we have to go now *leans in close to your ear and whispers* because I think I may lose control and kill this bitch”

The team loves to tease Wanda and Nat because they turn into a cute little puppy every time they are near you or someone mentions your name

They calling you on mission to know how are you

Showing Nat the bad puns Wanda show you

Annoying the hell out of Tony with them

Wanda is the one cooking, Nat sometimes help her if she’s not too busy with you or with paperwork, you just watch because you can potentially burn the whole place

training together, at least try to

you get too distracted, and you drool too much

Dates are fun!

Because you will never get bored

Nat will take you to simple places like coffee stores or a bar

Wanda will prefer to go for a walk, or go fro some ice-cream

Dates with the three of you are mot of the times Netflix and chill, probably just watching Mean Girls

Nat likes to be the big spoon

Wanda also likes it but will often be the little

Wanda likes to make a little check up on you before going to sleep, that means walking around on your head for a minute to see if you are okay

Catching them staring at you while they whisper to each other things like

“we are so lucky” “she’s so gorgeous” “she’s an angel”

or just admiring you from afar

You do the same lol

They like it when you get protective over them

Ticklish fights

Wanda always win with her powers

Knowing each other's facial expression, so they know when something is wrong or bothering you, or vice-versa

Nat sometimes thinking that something is up so she ask Wanda to walk around your mind a little bit to see if you are find

When you came back from a mission all bruised and dirty they will drop everything that they were doing to take care of you

Lazy days just snuggling against Wanda or Nat’s neck, or both of them

They make sure to threat anyone who makes fun of your relationship with them or vice-versa, you do the same

Nat and you are very protective of Wanda because you both know that she has a big heart and can get hurt easily

She will also know when you have nightmares, she feels them

Nat knows that when You and Wanda are knocking on her door at 4 am is because you need Nat reassuring words, while Wanda helps you erase those nightmares from your mind.

Wanda thinks it’s funny when you’re jealous when someone else flirts with her

”it’s funny because it’s impossible, I love you and Nat, no one else”

Nat thinks it’s hot, and she will tease you about it

“Do you really think I would be with them? really?”

The team loves the Idea of Nat and Wanda being with you. You make them happy. Plus they didn’t like the idea of another Civil War.

Being the holy trinity on mission

like wow, your powers plus Wanda powers plus Nat badass moves

just...wow

Sex is not just threesome, no no

passionate and loving, caring soft sex

Wanda is really loving, passionate and bottom

Nat is very soft, surprisingly careful, slow loving Top

Yes there are times when things can get dirty and kinky

but it’s rarely, and if it happens it’s individual, not the three of you

expect when they are jealous lol

I mean yeah there are time when things can get dirty and kinky and whatever

but most of the times, it’s making love rather than just sex

you guys are constantly stealing each other's clothes omg

and just being happy to have two amazing women by your side

Sorry if this is too long, they are my wives, also, make sure to request something with this two ladies involve <3 I love this relationship so much, I love this poly thingy <3

[5hfanfiction]

just one blow (to finish us off)

wattpad @longerr_hours

this isn’t a French Revolution au so there is death, I didn’t know if any of it warrants a trigger and it’s definitely nothing graphic.

Camila knew she was screwed when Harry came in love struck on her eighth day in the cafe.

He was floating to put it simply, dazed smile in place as he swayed to the low hum of the guitar in the background, and as soon as Zayn noticed he was quick to tease him. Harry had never been one to notice girls so it was quick for everyone to catch on that something was different, and as soon as he began to speak about the girl he’d seen earlier that a day Lawrence was there to shut him up.

“Harry are you forgetting the situation?” he had spoken, raspy voice low and stern, eyebrows raised in frustration at Harry’s apparent puppy dog love. “We could be dead tomorrow. We could die this second for all we know. This isn’t the time to be wasted on girls and day dreams.”

“You weren’t there today Lawr, you can’t tell me to ignore this feeling of, this feeling of lightness, of butterflies and love and all things-”

“I can tell you that if you keep thinking that way the lightness will turn to dark. The butterflies in your stomach will turn to blood,” he continued, pacing back and forth, catching the attention of everybody in the joint.

Camila’s always admired Lawrence’s ability to capture a scene without much effort. She thinks, scratch that, she knows that’s what had pulled her in in the first place.

“The love won’t be there either because you can’t love when you’re dead Harry. We have a country to fight for. A people to fight for, and here you are focused on what? Puppy love? Just some girl you saw? Rethink your priorities before you consider staying with us. The price to pay is too much for someone who can’t comprehend how serious things are.”

(Harry later gushes about the love at first sight and Camila thinks it’s ironic that she felt that with the one person who would never allow for such a thing.)

-

Camila remembers the first time she met Lawrence, or well, more like she saw him.

It was a rainy day, not much going on but Camila found herself at a bar as per usual. She wasn’t moping, but she was drunk, and she was about to go for another drink when a voice caught her attention.

It was from a gathering, held in the other side of the bar and from what it looked like it was for something to do with this damned revolution. Camila would swear on any relatives grave that it was all anybody would talk about lately, and before this moment all she’d been doing was hoping they’d shut the fuck up already.

But now? Now she was trying to get a closer look. The voice was strong and sure and for some reason she couldn’t tune it out. For some reason instead of pushing it away all she had wanted was to follow it as closely as she could for the rest of her life.

She dropped all other concerns and moved blindly as close as she could until she locked eyes with the man speaking.

Green eyes met brown and Camila knew she was a goner.

It might not have been love per say, but she was in love with his passion already, that much was sure, and she knew that this was going to be her end. She knew he was going to be her end.

She ended up blindly following him for the rest of the day as him and his few buddies preached about the revolution, and even if she didn’t care for half of what he was saying, she cared for the way he was saying it, and within a week she’d finally managed to talk to him.

“Hello, I don’t mean to be rude but I couldn’t help but notice you coming to our meetings lately?” okay, he talked to her, same difference.

“Oh yeah I have been actually,” she replies after a moment, trying to stay playing it cool.

“Do you have any interest in like, I don’t know joining us officially? We have meetings every now and again but we meet veery night at the ABC Cafe? I usually don’t extend invitations myself but I couldn’t help but notice how into the speeches you seemed and, well I think you might be a good fit.”

His smile is the most charming thing Camila has ever seen, and she nods before thinking, letting him give her the details and swooning hopelessly for the first time in her life.

-

“You could’ve just told me you know?” Lawrence asks, voice stern and scary and, well Camila had learned not to be afraid over the past weeks.

She’d been joining them as he had suggested,but unfortunately she was not as good a candidate to help them as he had thought. It only took about two days for him to realize she had absolutely no interest in the revolution itself.

They’d had a rather serious meeting on the second day, but Camila had found it more appealing to get drunk with Zayn, one of the more innocent, funny boys and swoon over Lawrence’s passion than to participate.

He wasn’t a fan of that choice, but she couldn’t help it.

Honestly she’d do anything to please him at this point, but she’s spent her whole life thinking all this revolution does is kill people and it’s hard to change your mind just because you’ve met one person who seems capable of doing so.

“The fact that you’re against the revolution would’ve been helpful information before I asked you to join our revolution group, don’t you think?” Lawrence asks again and Camila’s torn between smacking him and punching him and kissing him.

She’s wanted to kiss him a lot lately. (Or a lot more, she’d wanted to kiss him since she saw him.)

It stemmed when he first touched her, it was just a hand on her shoulder while he passed but it was warm and it felt right, it felt like something had sparked and she somehow got this idea that more interaction could help fix the numbness inside of her when it came to basically all things.

She was in love with his passion yeah, but she also needed some of it for herself. She thought if she got close enough maybe she could learn how to be like that.

Apparently she takes too long to answer, because he’s ranting, rambling about how lazy she is, how useless the addition was and how much better she could be if she just put the alcohol down.

That’s all he’s been doing lately, and she knows he’s stressed and she hates to see it and she’s eyeing it right now and she doesn’t know when she became this impulsive (maybe when she realized there isn’t a whole lot for a girl like her to lose), but she leans forward, grasps his face between her two hands and pulls his lips to hers, connecting them in what feels like a kiss that’s been waiting years to happen.

Its fiery and passionate and Camila knows that’s because it’s Lawrence since she lacks passion, but it’s the most magical thing she’s ever felt and for the moment it lasts, she feels invincible.

She’s never felt invincible before.

One moment she’s captivated by this all consuming kiss and the next there’s space and coldness and Lawrence is pulling away and fleeing.

When he gets to the door he spares her one last glance but it’s only for a moment, and then the moment is gone.

-

It happens like this.

Camila had spent the day in a bar. Not drinking, for maybe the first time in her life, but she should be.

Today she was more confused than she’d ever been. Lawrence had let her kiss him, he’d let her and he’d seemed to like it for maybe like a split scone before he pushed away.

And she isn’t cocky, Camila is sure he isn’t head over heels for her but he does seem to feel the connection that she does, and it doesn’t matter how often he yells at her, she knows when something is real.

Camila’s never felt hope for anything, so she knows this is something, and she just can’t figure out what that is.

It takes a while but she eventually convinces herself that liquid courage won’t help, if anything it’ll make Lawrence mad since he always insults her need to drink, and she makes her way to where she’d heard from one of the boys that Lawrence was living.

She’s shocked when she gets there. It’s a small beat up living quarter in a rough part, well actually all parts of everywhere were rough right now, but she’d expected Lawrence to be high up in some way.

That bring sheer back to her respect for people in the revolution. Soldiers are getting paid for their duties, or at least some of them, the higher up ones, but revolutionists are just doing it because they need to. She may not support their cause but she can support their effort, which is clear based on her reactions to Lawrence.

She knocks on the door after much debate and defies to go all in pushing it open.

“Lawrence?”

“Camila?” a voice immediately replies from a room over, it’s a tiny place so Camila can track it and follows and enter a room just as the door closes to the next. “What in god’s name are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” she says, as if that reasons breaking and entering but it does in her mind.

“No we don’t.”

“Lawrence-”

“No, you need to leave right now Camila,” he barks back and theres something, some sort of desperation in his voice that almost makes her listen, but instead it make her push further, now pulling at the door slightly to urge him out.

“Lawrence you can’t just act like nothing-”

“Camila you need to leave,” she hears his voice through the screen door but she doesn’t listen. She doesn’t have shit so she’ll risk that to get through to him.

It takes one off push of the door at what’s apparently bad time for him pushing back for it to all connect.

“Lawrence?” Camila asks, jaw dropped and eyes wide at the long hair cascading in waves down his back. “Lawrence turn around,” she commands and she doesn’t know why he listens but her does.

And Camila’s breath catches because she swears she’s never in her life seen anything so beautiful in her life.

And just like that it clicks, that final piece clicks and it fits perfectly and when he nods his head, it doesn’t take long for Camila to understand what’s going on and it only takes a second longer than that for her to pounce on him and kiss him again.

He, or she, Camila isn’t quite sure but doesn’t really care seems confused but hesitantly kisses back for a moment before easing away.

“Camila I-”

“Shh, you can tell me anything, don’t look so worried I won’t tell anyone,” she says and the shy smile she’s rewarded with is so out of character she feels giddy.

She learns that Lawrence’s real name is Lauren, and that she only dresses as a male because that’s the only way to be taken seriously in this time. She learns that she’s been eager to fight for France since she was a child and that despite the change in gender the passion is still there. If anything, the struggles Lauren goes through to fight for her people shows even more passion.

They don’t kiss again, but Camila does feel a connection grow based on all she’s earning about the woman who she’s been following blindly.

It’s simple really. Camila never had any beliefs so she didn’t have anything in her telling her it was wrong to love another girl the way she did. So she didn’t question it, and it was simple, probably the only simple thing in her life but it was.

-

They weren’t close, not really.

It was hard to be close to Lauren, she was too invested in the revolution and any and all plans concerning it.

Camila thought she might be the closest though. Other than maybe Liam, who was always by Lauren’s side when she was Lawrence. He was another version of Lauren, committed and serious and a little more friendly than her but similar.

Camila was close to Lauren in a different way though.

Where Liam understood her when it came to the need to fight, Camila understood her when it came to anything else.

It was weird since Camila had nothing in common with her, but something about her helped Lauren too focus, and it didn’t matter how often the green eyed girl would scold her for being drunk or not committed or too invested in other things.

Camila wanted to be there for anything Lauren needed, and it hadn’t been a lot but sometimes Lauren just needed someone to sit with when there was nothing else to do.

That’s what she’d do. She’d go where Lauren asked her to meet and she’d sit with her. She never attempted to kiss Lauren again, not wanting to fly too close to the sun, but she did try to show her she cared and it seemed to work.

Lauren was beginning to understand her too. She was more accepting of the fact that Camila was trying to change, trying to change for her, it was just taking some time. She seemed to get that too. She understood more that you can’t just hangs your morals, your thoughts on the world in the drop of a hat.

So she thought they were close in a weird, indirect way that meant maybe they weren’t close at all, but all she really knew was that she was becoming more and more enthralled with Lauren each second she spent with her.

She also feels something strange happening. It’s almost as if Lauren’s hope is literally rubbing off on Camila because every day she wakes up a little brighter, a little more confident that maybe, just maybe Lauren might be her’s someday.

-

Sometimes, and it wasn’t often, but sometimes Camila forgot that they were living in France in the 1820s. She forgot they were in the revolution and she forgot that Lauren was probably the biggest supporter of it in all of France.

“Camz?” Lauren asks, poking her softly in the arm from where she’s lied next to her.

Lauren had cracked and brought Camila to one of her hidden, special places about a week ago and Camila had been fascinated by the view of the stars from the park.

So they laid in the grass together, and it was kind of a thing they did most nights, more like mornings, lately, ignoring the ruckus around them in the early hours of the morning.

“Yeah Laur?” Camila replies, not moving her eyes from the view but paying close attention to Lauren in her peripheral vision.

“Tell me a story?”

And god, the way Lauren asks her that, as if they aren’t days away from what’s bound to be their death, as if she’s a child going to bed, the innocence makes Camila feel every feeling at once and so she complies.

“When I was younger, my dad used to take me to get a pastry every Sunday morning,” she starts, leaning her head onto Lauren’s shoulder and fighting the purge to squeal when she’s not pushed off. “It was after mass, and he’d take me and let me pick out anything I wanted as long as I’d been good in church,” and continues, smiling back at the thought of her late father.

“Oh you were definitely not good ever, you’re like the devil himself in human form,” Lauren jokes, nudging Camila with her shoulder in a playful manner that would lead you to believe maybe they’re normal.

“No, no I was good all the time,” Camila argues, giggling and curling as close to Lauren as she can, eyes now solely focused on her instead of the stars because who needs that view when there’s a goddess lying next to you? “But shh, I’m getting to that part of the story.

"So one time, one time I’d had a fit in church because I got bored because come on, I was six and it was church,” she explains and smiles brightly when Lauren laughs in response. “But so he made me come with him, so that he could pick a pastry for himself, the nerve, right? But anyways, I got so upset that I tried to steal one and I ended up almost banned from the shop because I dropped a whole display of those little cream filled- hey shut up it’s not that funny it’s just-”

“I’m sorry Camz,” Lauren laughs, “it’s just, picturing baby you stealing a thing with that pout you always wear and, god,” she gets out through her laughter. “You must’ve been adorable.”

“Yeah I was,” Camila replies, smiling smugly as Lauren elbows her side. They’re quiet for a little while then, enjoying the peace, as artificial as it was, compared to what was normally going on.

“You miss your dad a lot?” Lauren asks after a moment, not in a prying way but more an understanding one.

They’re a group of teenagers and young adults going head first into battle, it’s kind of implied that most of them are lacking in the family department, but it’s fine, they make up for it with each other.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Camila responds.

“Yeah?” Lauren asks, finally doing what both of them were eager to and reaching down to interlock their fingers. “Me too.”

-

Lauren confuses Camila a lot too.

Not that she minds, she could never really be mad at Lauren, she admires her every single trait far too much.

It’s just that sometimes Lauren will be the girl she can lie with and talk to about anything, but other times Lauren will be the focused, cutthroat acting general that yells at her for not having her shit together.

It’s less now that she’s beginning to understand the reasoning behind it, but she still does it occasionally.

She usually apologizes later that night with an extra long hug or a lingering kiss on the cheek though, so Camila thinks it’s alright.

-

It all comes to a bittersweet ending about a week after she really starts to get her hopes up, almost two months into her time following Lauren hopelessly like a puppy.

“General Lamarque is dead,” was shouted, Camila doesn’t know by who into the space of the cafe.

She’d been seated with Lauren, for once not drunk and it was solely because she was too focused on Lauren to pick up a drink.

She saw the change in Lauren’s eyes, the look of excitement, thrill when the words rang out and then with just one small, fleeting glance, Lauren was up and standing on the bench, addressing the group instead of Camila.

Apparently it was the sign they were waiting for.

Camila wishes she would’ve known that, maybe so she could’ve prepared for the end better, maybe so she could’ve stayed away from the hope that it wouldn’t come.

It’s rowdy, and it’s tiring because everybody is so excited. Camila gets drunk enough to join in, but she occasionally catches Lauren’s eye as the girl watches from the sidelines and the sinking feeling in her stomach snaps her back to reality.

She’s in love with Lauren and Lauren is in love with the fight. It’s simple, it’s something she’s known ever since her first night in the cafe and the cheap liquor isn’t enough to numb it anymore.

It’s not until late that everything tones down and before she knows it there’s less and less people. Lauren’s still there, and they both know they’re waiting out the rest of them.

“So this is where this… thing ends then?” Camila asks, not wasting anytime once the two of them are alone. She’s moved in close as she can, wanting to hold onto any intimacy she can because she knows this might be the last.

Lauren had been watching her, unsure of everything and everyone and how she got into this situation.

“Camila you know it has to,” she replies after a moment, not wanting to break the girl she knows is already broken but not knowing how to avoid it. “I care about you, I do, but this fight…” she trails off, unable to meet the eyes she’s certain are shattered.

They knew it would come to this point. Neither of them thought it could go anywhere and as far as Lauren was concerned it wasn’t the end of the world. But it was to Camila and because of that Lauren was beginning to reconsider.

She could do without love, without romance because she knew there was more to life beyond this war. She promised to give everything she had to this cause, and she couldn't  let that go or she’d never forgive herself.

She doesn’t know what potential this thing with Camila could have, but she does know that she’d resent her if she steered her focus anywhere other than the war.

Camila knew that too.

“Camila…” Lauren finally breaks the moment, a breath away, and Camila can’t decide whether or not it’s a good thing that she’s so close.

“I know,” Camila speaks back, and she knows it’s up to her to pull away so she does. She’s hesitant, but she does so, and she straightens herself up before averting her eyes from the older girl, face red and for once they’re both at a loss for words.

It’s probably a solid two minutes before Lauren finally breaks the tension.

“I should get going,” she speaks, reaching for her hat that she’d dropped when she was nervously running a hand through her hair and tying her hair up into it. “You should too, we’ve got a big day tomorrow Camz.”

A month ago Camila prided herself in the fact that this wonderful person took the time to give her a nickname, but right now it just feels kind of like Lauren’s slowly ripping her heart into pieces.

Camila nods, still not making eye contact. We’re going to die tomorrow. It’s unspoken, mainly because Camila’s too in love with Lauren to kill her spirit, but they’re going to die, she knows that much.

“Camila,” Lauren sighs again and finally she snaps her eyes up and Lauren is close to her again.

“Can I just kiss you?” Camila finally asks, voice breaking in a way that would normally paralyze her with embarrassment. “Please just once?” and maybe it’s the way she looks so small, so weak and small and helpless that makes Lauren do it, but she doesn’t care because after another long pause she feels Lauren’s mouth against hers and it’s worth anything in the world.

It doesn’t last long, maybe six seconds before Lauren pulls away and places a chaste kiss to her cheek.

It makes Camila fly though, makes her broken heart heal up, makes her feel like anything is possible and hell, maybe they won’t die tomorrow and maybe they’ll win the fight and maybe Lauren will be hers.

She’s already Lauren’s. Wholeheartedly belongs to the green eyed girl, but Lauren’s passion rubbing off on her makes her believe in the wild aspect that the older girl could ever feel the same.

Lauren leaves first and Camila walks home moments later, she focuses on Lauren, nothing else and really it’s because nothing else matters to her, it never has and it probably never will.

-

She doesn’t expect see Lauren the next day at the barricade. She goes early with Zayn and they get a little bit drunk together, but she doesn’t expect Lauren to go anywhere near where they are since the girl is always on the front lines.

“You’re drunk?” a voice barks out from behind Camila, breaking Zayn mid jokes and, well it’s kind of a buzzkill but it’s scarier when she recognizes it as Lauren’s. “Really of all times and places and, Zayn go find Harry, he was looking for you earlier.”

And now they’re alone.

Camila was used to Lauren, not Lawrence from the past few days, so whens she turns and sees the scarier version of the girl she loves, she gulps and does her best to think of an excuse.

“Do you not understand how important today is?” And well, Camila’s excuse, that she doesn’t care that much about the revolution and Lauren knows that, does’t go over as well as her drunk self though it would and Camila spends a large portion of her morning being yelled at by Lauren.

Then she doesn’t see her again.

The shooting begins at some point around noon and everything is chaotic. For Camila who’s still little bit tipsy it’s even more chaotic and it doesn’t come as a surprise wen she’s out cold.

It was the damned revolution, it’s ability to turn everything to shit, turn all peace to terror and all good to bad. Camila doesn’t know how long she was out but when she opens her eyes she’s on the ground and there’s nobody in sight.

Well, that’s not true, there are some people, they’re all dead, lying on the floor with her.

She doesn’t see Lauren, nowhere on the ground when she rolls herself over either, so she does her best to get up.

she can’t let her last impression on the other girl be as negative as it was. It was what they do sure, they argue and they fight and Camila loves Lauren but Lauren loves her country. she needs to find her.

When she manages to lift herself up, she’s shocked to see how deserted the area is. She’d elected to be surrounded by French guards as soon as she showed movement, but apparently she’s been out long enough to hold them off.

That’s when she hears the thud above her.

There are two options now, and there is a clear winner of the two, but the opening to run out of that door and never look back is one that would be tempting. She’s too small, too weak to really make it out of this, and Lauren told her that much two night before, but that being said it only would’ve been tempting if there wasn’t a chance Lauren was upstairs.

And there is a chance. It’s a slim chance, but it still is one, so Camila presses a hand to her stomach, where she’s sure there’s a shot wound or something because of the ache, and she pulls herself towards the stairs.

They’re barely there, and as she pulls herself up the scraps left the sides that hadn’t been blown off, she tries not to think about the fact that she’s about to die. Instead she remembers the first time she saw Lauren. She knew her as Lawrence then, but she really didn’t know her at all.

They’d locked eyes though. And where Lauren just saw another face to convert, another gaze to preach to for her cause, Camila’s sure she saw the love of her life.

She thinks maybe in a another life they’re happier, not in a war, actually dating, you know, all that stuff.

It was her passion, her raw love for the people and the fight and France and it made Camila swoon. Lauren saw the world in a way Camila never knew how to. Where Camila saw all the reasons to quit, Lauren saw all the reasons to keep going.

When she finally reaches the top of the stairs, she’s not shocked to see a group of French soldiers aiming at a figure against the far wall, and with a closer look she’s even less shocked that the figure is Lauren.

Her heart shatters then, if she’d taken (or well if she’d had time to take) a moment then she probably would’ve felt it.

The soldiers haven’t noticed her yet but Lauren has. Lauren has and she’s looking at her with those eyes and Camila knows there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for them.

So she pushes her way through.

The soldiers stop their fire, out of respect maybe, maybe just so it’s easier to kill them both, but they let Camila get to her, and they let her have a second once she gets there.

Lauren doesn’t look as surprised as Camila would’ve thought. Lauren, the same one who ridicules Camila for her lack of faith, who’s spent weeks trying to convince her that this fight is important, that this fight is worth it.

She’s not surprised to see Camila sacrifice her self for it, and Camila thinks it’s because she thinks they’re soul mates too, maybe Lauren knew Camila wouldn’t let her go alone.

The same Lauren that held her hand and kissed her back and looked so torn doing so. The same Lauren that probably wouldn’t let her go alone either.

She tries not to think too much into it, there’s not really time for it right now.

“Finish both of us,” Camila finally speaks, breaking the eye contact for a moment to address the soldiers watching them. “Just one blow,” she finishes, voice stronger than she feels (and she thinks maybe it’s because Lauren is next to her), before turing her attention back to Lauren, who is watching her with silent fascination despite the guns pointed at them.

“Do you permit it?” Camila asks, reaching a hand for Lauren’s. The raven haired girl meets her halfway and grasps her hand through the flag she’s holding onto for her life (literally). Camila finds herself smiling despite the situation when Lauren’s hand grazes her’s over the flag.

Lauren’s eyes lock on hers for just a moment. It’s a moment, small at that, but Lauren smiles at her.

Camila’s dying for the only thing she’s ever believed in, and it’s not the revolution, but the girl who made her believe in anything. The girl who made her think maybe not every single thing is a waste of space.

The smile doesn’t see the next moment as the shots are fired.

[bibidibu]

Hello dear, Today i wanna show you, with this question, something of me. Hope you enjoy! ❤

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? I think my brother 2. Are you outgoing or shy? veery shy 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? I would see my crush! 4. Are you easy to get along with? Oh, With myself, I’m very sour ahah 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? My crush, He’s so sweet! 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? From the guys who make me laugh and sigh with happiness 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I hope so! 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Boy, I like boy so much! 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? It depends 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? With myself, I talk really often to me. Yes, I’m mad... 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? That i’m not going to college 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Umh the first is Shape Of You of Ed Sheeran, Second is Ulisse of LowLow(italian rapper), The third is Don’t Talk To Me of Lycia ft. Tre Coast, Fourth Queen Elizabeth of Cheat Codes and the latest is Let Me Love You of Bieber ft. Dj Snake 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? NO. Absolutly no! 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Maybe in luck... 15. What good thing happened this summer? I met so many nice people 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I really don’t think so! 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Maybe yes, Maybe no...Who know? 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No 19. Do you like bubble baths? Uuh yeees! 20. Do you like your neighbors? Some more than others 21. What are you bad habits? Always touch my hair and laze 22. Where would you like to travel? All over the world, I love travelling! 23. Do you have trust issues? Not depend on me, But on the person i should trust 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? When in the evening i go to sleep! 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? With my belly 26. What do you do when you wake up? I rest asleep ahah 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Darker 28. Who are you most comfortable around? I don’t understand the question, Sorry 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Nope 30. Do you ever want to get married? Nah, It’s not important 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Sure 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Justin Bieber and...Mh Shawn Mendes!  33. Spell your name with your chin. zsxz<dfzzas Perfect, No? 34. Do you play sports? What sports? No, I don’t do any sport, I’m lazy 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? NO! 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes 37. What do you say during awkward silences? “Eehm...So...” 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? High, Dark eyes, Cute smile, Muscled, Sweet, Protective...My crush in practice 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Tiger 40. What do you want to do after high school? Now i’m going to college 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Yes, Sure 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Oe i’m pissed off or i’m thinking 43. Do you smile at strangers? YES, A smile is always good to everyone...So SMILE! 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Both? It can be done? 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My mom... 46. What are you paranoid about? Dark, Solitude, Claustophobia, Grasshoppers and bugs 47. Have you ever been high? Yes 48. Have you ever been drunk? Yees ahah 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nah, I don’t think so 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Military green 51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yes 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My body 53. Favourite makeup brand? Kiko 54. Favourite store? Mediaworld 55. Favourite blog? I don’t know 56. Favourite colour? Fiordaliso(I don’t know how to say in English) 57. Favourite food? Pizza! 58. Last thing you ate? Fake people 59. First thing you ate this morning? get out of the bad 60. Ever won a competition? For what? No hah 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No 62. Been arrested? For what? No 63. Ever been in love? Yes 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? Well, I was seventeen, We were in the badroom of a friend, He took me and kiss me gently...It was the most beautiful thing. Four years have passed and he’s still my crush.  65. Are you hungry right now? No, I’m just hoping that these questions end aha 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? No... 67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook(This is my link https://www.facebook.com/SaraYuki1996)  68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr!! 69. Are you watching tv right now? Nope 70. Names of your bestfriends? Giulia and Vincenzo 71. Craving something? What? Nothing ahah, I’m not evil 72. What colour are your towels? Gray 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Five, Yes is crazy  73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes, I have 2 polar bears, 1 Winnie The Pooh and 1 brown bear 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? Nine 75. Favourite animal? Cat! 76. What colour is your underwear? Bordeaux 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Hazelnut and yoghurt  79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Gray 80. What colour pants? Pastel blue 81. Favourite tv show? I don’t know 82. Favourite movie? Edward mani di forbice(Edward scissor hands) 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 Jump Street, I love Tatum 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Rachel McAdams 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory 87. First person you talked to today? My mom 88. Last person you talked to today? My granny 89. Name a person you hate? Irene 90. Name a person you love? Toni 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Yes 92. In a fight with someone? Noo 93. How many sweatpants do you have? 3 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Lots lots lots 95. Last movie you watched? Crush 96. Favourite actress? Helena Bonham Carter 97. Favourite actor? Johnny Depp 98. Do you tan a lot? Yes 99. Have any pets? Yeah, 1 cat(Pepe), 1 dog(Luna), many turles and 4 birds 100. How are you feeling? Fine 101. Do you type fast? Yes 102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yes...Much things 103. Can you spell well? The most important, And that hurts me, Is not having said goodbye to my daddy died four years ago. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? My lovely daddy 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Nope 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes 107. Have you ever been on a horse? Uh yes!! 108. What should you be doing? I don’t know 109. Is something irritating you right now? My granny snoring 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes 111. Do you have trust issues? Sometimes 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My friends 113. What was your childhood nickname? Yaya 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes 115. Do you play the Wii? Yes 116. Are you listening to music right now? Yees, Rape Me of Nirvana! 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yep 118. Do you like Chinese food? I gosh yes 119. Favourite book? Fallen 120. Are you afraid of the dark? Yes 121. Are you mean? ...What? 122. Is cheating ever okay? Okay 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Yes 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Obviously yes 125. Do you believe in true love? Yes 126. Are you currently bored? Nah 127. What makes you happy? The snow 128. Would you change your name? No! 129. What your zodiac sign? Capricorn 130. Do you like subway? Yes 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Nothing  132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? A guy 133. Favourite lyrics right now? I don’t know 134. Can you count to one million? Yes but i’m to sfaticata(?) 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? i don’t remember 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Open 137. How tall are you? 1,55 m 138. Curly or Straight hair? Curly 139. Brunette or Blonde? Brunette 140. Summer or Winter? Winter 141. Night or Day? Day 142. Favourite month? December 143. Are you a vegetarian? No 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk 145. Tea or Coffee? Coffeeeee 146. Was today a good day? Normal day 147. Mars or Snickers? Mars 148. What’s your favourite quote? “Farsi ogni singola droga per asciugarsi ogni singola lacrima.” 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? Segnali stradali di precedenza