#gymnast hank

[guard-en]

MC 11 makes my brain do backflips to be so real with you.

[epicqtefail]

i really love that throughout the game neither Hank nor Connor are in any immediate danger of getting fired by the police department. Fowler lets Hank get away with So Much and Connor doesn't technically answer to anyone at the DPD, he doesn't even work there. It's not like Hank is actually Connor's work superior he's just a glorified keycard/badge to allow Connor access to data. and i imagine if the department wanted him off the case they'd have to jump through hoops with the higher-ups; whoever launched the collaboration with cyberlife. (Cyberlife have the power to take him off the case but hilariously and unfortunately for them Connor is the only bridge allowing them to stay informed about and have some control over the deviancy situation in a legal capacity).

Both of them know this. so Connor acts on his own (often frustration-driven) whims as much as his mental gymnastics to justify it as a means for success allow him to, and Hank will kick up as much of a fuss and drink about it because they both have what are you gonna do, fire me? status.

and that's without taking into account the fact Hank does Not give a shit if he gets fired. That's another element of beautiful chaos to them. Connor has everything to lose, Hank feels as though he has nothing to lose, and the revolution offers them both something to gain :^]

[honey-minded-hivemind]

A Reader with a visible mutation that's actually Hank's kid!

Unlike Hank, who started showing his mutation in high school, Reader started showing theirs almost as soon as they were born. So Hank gives them the same serum he uses to supress his mutation, believing it to be the best way to give his kid the best life they could have.

Sadly , that also means when the serum stops working for Hank and he goes on a rampage, it stops for Reader too. They don't go crazy like their dad, but they are scared. They don't know what's happening and they're freaking out and they want to go home. So they do.

It's only after Hank calms down and the mess is cleared up. does he think that if the serum failed for him, then it must have failed for Reader. Then it's a mad dash to find the other McCoy mutant. They aren't too hard to find. They're in their Dad's room at home, hiding under the bed while they wait for him to come home, now permanently stuck in their beast form like him.

Hank feels like he's failed Reader. That he's taken away their chances of a normal life, and if he had been a better parent, they would be stuck like this. Even though they can use the image inducer, he knows their lot in life just got harder. So, he tries even harder to be the best parent. Which means he becomes a little bit (a lot) of a helicopter dad. He's got a tracker on Reader's phone, he has a strict curfew for them, and they can't walk home or take the bus, they have ride with Scott or let Logan pick them up.

Reader inherented their dad's beautifully big brain, so they got to skip a grade or two. So while they are a little younger, they are in the same grade as Kitty and Evan and Kurt. They get along great with their new teammates.

Kurt is the best. He's funny, and they are gymnastics buddies, and he gets the whole "being blue thing." Kitty helps them pick clothes out that aren't too hot with all their fur and still look cute. They tutor Evan along with Kurt, and even if he does sometimes distract Kurt or play hooky, they think he's smarter than others give him credit for. Jean is so nice and doesn't seem to mind when Reader goes too far talking about science. Scott is fine with always having to be their ride and takes them all out for ice cream if they get 100% on a test. ( Scott is now broke from all the ice cream he has to buy)

The other kids at school? Not so great. They do amazing academically. They got all As, their teachers love them, and they are on track to skip ANOTHER year. Socially is where they struggle. Being a protégé and being younger and smaller makes them a prime target for bullying. Their beast mutation made them a little stronger than they originally were, and they have some training in the DR, but they don't have their dad's muscle mass. They're getting jumped by football players and wrestlers in groups!

The others have to keep an eye out for lockers and trashcans that Reader gets stuffed in. Jean carries around extra clothes for when anyone decides to pour milk or their lunch on Reader. Extra copies of their homework are made to be carried by the others cause people keep stealing from their backpack. Kitty is working on a schedule so there is always someone to walk Reader to and from classes.

Reader begs them not to tell their Dad. They love him and normally tell him everything. They got matching labcoats and do science experiments together. But they know that he would erupt if he found out, and they fear he would put them back in the grade with kids their own age where they were bored to tears in class, or pull them completely from school and start homeschooling them.

But Hank and the other adults eventually find out. Hank becomes the PTA dad from HECK! You think Edna's meltdown at the annual bakesale was bad? You think Sharon's freak out over her middle school daughter not getting the lead in the high school play was bad? You have seen NOTHING until you saw the rage of Hank (and other adults) who just found out one of their kids has been bullied for months!

Reader luckily doesn't get pulled from school or pushed back, but they now have even more restrictions. They have to come straight home after school. No more ice cream stops or trips to the mall or any extra-curriculars. No more tutoring kids outside the mansion or even speaking to them. He does a physical checkup every time they come home to make sure they haven't been hit. He's hacked into the schools security cameras to keep an eye on them while he works.

And everyone else just goes along with it?! Reader was originally training to hopefully one day get cleared for missions, but now Logan won't let them in there. If Jean's human bestie trys to speak to them, Jean physically blocks her with her body. If someone asks for their tutoring info, Evan will cut them off by telling the person that they should be able to study on their own. One day Scott is sick and Logan's on a mission, so Reader assumes that means they walk like the rest of the team? Nope! Storm drives up like the world's chic-est soccer mom with a mini-van and tells all of them to get in. Don't even mention what happens if the Brotherhood gets near.

Frankly, and pardon Reader's language, it's #$^%@$&!

Aaaaawwwwww! I love Hank! He's such a sweet guy! He's He's huggable and nice and probably makes great tea! He'd be a great dad! (If any of the adults are a parent to Reader (or two or more are) I want it to come as a surprise for a... plot twist! But I love this ask, so let's explore it! If you have ideas for what each adults would be like as a hidden parent for Reader, I am all ears, @sugar-soda ! Do you think it would make a good plot twist?)

Reader gets their brains, their brown, and their beauty from their dad, Hank, a.k.a., Beast. They have slightly silkier or grayer-blue fur than him, they have strong arms amd legs, and they love science amd experiments and all sorts of fields of study- they just have bad luck with bullies.

Everyone seems to steal their homework. At least three jocks, a few cheerleaders, and a few random kids hit them with food or dumped water or soda or milk on them and their clothes. People try to tackle them or stuff them in lockers. It's like a living h*ll, and they don't want their dad to know. Jean helps them have a change of clothes, at least three pairs hidden away. Evan and Scott make sure when they're with them, no one gets an funny ideas or tries to hit them. Kitty and Kurt are good at cheering Reader up, and helping them carry books. And Rogue is willing to sit with them in class so everyone leaves them alone.

Scott or Logan always have to drive them to school or pick them up, no exceptions. If Reader does well on a test or gets an A, Scott takes them and the others our for ice cream or to see a movie. Sometimes they all go into town and look around, or to the park to take a walk and see nature, they've even visited an aquarium! If Logan took them to school in the morning, he usually leaves notes in their bag, usually telling telling to have a good day and to stay out of trouble, with little claws or a crudely drawn animal in the corner.

The bullying gets bad enough one day when Reader gets really hurt, and the others help them approach their dad about what's really been happening. Reader was expecting him to tell them they're being the bigger person, or that they're being grounded-

They didn't expect his face to go cold and angry, for him to grab an image inducer, and bring Charles, Logan, and Ororo and them and the others down to the school. They didn't expect him to join the PTA, or to yell at Principal Kelly for not handling the situation, or to threaten to sue or hold charges against every single student who hurt them or pulled a mean prank or was acting out against them. Reader didn't even expect the other adults nodding along, Logan a step away from snapping someone's arm, Ororo almost summing a storm outside, or Xavier to say he'd cut funding for the school and it's extracurriculars and clubs if things didn't change.

And yes, everything did change.

Reader was no longer allowed to join or go to extracurriculars or games. They had to always be with someone, in class or at lunch or even going to the bathroom. If someone needed help studying and asked Evan for Reader's number, they were told it wasn't happening. If someone Scott or Jean's human friends tried to talk with Reader or check on them, those two were blocking them and taking Reader somewhere else. If the Brotherhood tried to see what was going on, Rogue was telling them to back off while Kurt ported them away. H*ck, they were even banned from the Danger Room by Logan!

It was a bit much. And the ultimate problem with all of this? No one disagreed or thought it was too much.

Scott was sick one day and Logan was out of town, so Reader thought they'd be walking to school. No. Ororo shows up in a mini van, she's ushering everyone inside, and comes back that afternoon, giving pointed, glaring looks at any teens who had been bullies to Reader, causing them to scatter.

Hank kept checking them for any wounds and their clothes for any stains, he gave them a tighter schedule, he gave them an earlier curfew, and Reader was pretty sure he was spying through the school cameras just to make sure no one messed suth them or the other teens. It was starting to feel creepy.

And don't talk about the Brotherhood trying to check up on them for a home visit. Everyone, from Logan to the New Mutants to Xavier to Kurt and Kitty to Scott lost their sh*t and started what could only be described as a mutant dodgeball/danger lawn course from H*ll...

(I lobe this! I do want to keep it a surprise though for later in the series if Readerdoes happen to be related to one or more of the platonic yans! If you want to discuss possible parents for Reader, and potetial mutations Reader woukd get from them, bring them! I'm enjoying this a lot. I hope you are too, @sugar-soda)

[average-mako-enjoyer]

Just saw this post on my "For you" tab

And now I'm wondering, how would this person report someone who requests the fic about two consenting adults one of whom is a killer robot?? Is there a specific category for people who like fics about two consenting adults one of whom is a killer robot????

Also, since hankcon is forbidden, can Hank fuck Markus' electronic brains out? Can Connor watch? Can Hank fuck Kara and Luther? How about a Hank/Kara/Luther/Markus orgy with Connor crying his baby tears in the corner? How about androids fucking Connor with Hank watching? So many possibilities lmao.

Antis' mental gymnastics are something else. You may not like the ship, and that's okay, but pretending to have the moral high ground because you don't like it is so fucking lame. Grow the fuck up.

[bitterrobin]

a theme that is so so important to me is the power of perception, and how it curses someone.

because theres something to be said that by virtue of never having her own solo comic and rarely any inner monologues, Bette is constantly perceived by outer lenses. We see Bette through the alien perspective of the narrator, whether it's a disembodied voice, Gar, Hank, Babs, Kate, one of the Titans etc. Bette is a the pretty face, vapid, slightly dumb, impulsive, the one who clearly got more than she signed up more. She just another hero who got into it for the wrong reasons or didn't think thing through and now she's stuck. Which is why exploring that perception of her is fun - its the dumb Cali Valley blonde girl persona versus the clearly intelligent athlete that she could be if writers and characters didn't demean her. She went to UCLA, she speaks Japanese, she once was sponsored by the CA govt, she's an professional level gymnast, a highly competitive tennis star. Bette should be treated with respect even if she's not treated completely seriously. Yeah, she didn't go through serious childhood trauma or Spartan training but her dedication makes up for it. At the very least, you could appreciate her stubbornness.

similarly, the perception of Damian is forever one of my favorite things to think about. Everyone in the 2009 era had a negative opinion of him. Everyone he meets, he makes a bad impression to, even his friends. He's abrasive and rude and mouthy, he has a blood stained past so weighed by familial expectations he can't separate it from his identity for years. I like that no one likes him at first, that just makes it more interesting when he gets around to making friends and getting closer to people like Dick and Steph and Maya. But I also acknowledge that it'll haunt him. In a meta-sense, Damian can never grow past his rough introduction and "bloodthirsty" impressions. The fans nor the writers nor the characters will ever forget it. He's like Sisyphus, eternally cursed to rehash redemption arcs and weighed by the shackles that are BATMAN and AL GHUL.

[nyxnightshade7656]

Hooked Pt9

I am SO SORRY! I swear I'm not dead, life got INSANE at work. Drama and sabotage at EVERY turn I SWEAR! I have been meaning to post! Not quite satisfied with the ending of this one, but I wanted to get this post out for you guys! Again, I am SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

The morning found her in a secluded room, perhaps an old ballroom given how spacious it was. The attack on the mansion had been a week ago, and Hank McCoy had finally given her the all clear after she was able to spend more than a couple of hours awake at a time and her migraines had subsided; at least until their normally scheduled program of once a month. So she had decided to take advantage of a quiet, pain-free, morning and sneak off. She glanced around the room, taking in the fact that there was no furniture, and nodded to herself before she set up a portable speaker and turned on her iPod. Once her music was going, she closed her eyes and let herself fall into the familiar rhythm.

She allowed her feet to slip along the floor, spreading them farther and farther apart, until she smoothly transitioned into a split flat on the floor. She made sure her toes were pointed up, towards the ceiling, for maximum stretch; then lifted an arm above her head. Slowly, she twisted her body to lay her torso against her leg while her arm lay flat parallel to her leg on the ground. Then, she repeated the step going the opposite direction. Then, while still in a split, she stretched her arms out in front of herself, laying them flat on the ground as she stretched as far as she could go. She felt a twinge and heard a satisfying ‘pop’ sound that had her letting out a sigh of relief as pressure was released in her hips. After a few more warm-up stretches, she felt she was ready.

She closed her eyes, letting the music flow through her as her body fell into a familiar routine. Her hands went above her head, fingers splayed in something almost resembling bird wings; one leg was straight beneath her to support her weight, the other was bent at an angle, supported only on her toes. When the next song began, she flew into her routine. She danced and shimmied to the beat, feet sure and confident with every step. After a few moments of falling into the rhythm, she fell into a tumble that ended in a split. She planted her hands on the ground and used her core muscles to pull herself into a handstand where she dropped her legs into a split; so that her body made a ‘T’ shape. She drew her legs back together over her head, then ‘walked’ them back down to the ground while bending her arms to lower her upper body back to the floor. Once her chest and feet were both flat on the floor, with her feet in front of her head, she put her palms on the floor and ‘walked’ herself backwards. This caused her upper body to flip, under and then over, her lower body until she was standing once again.

The music guided her through flips, cartwheels, handsprings, back handsprings, splits and several other skills she had learned over the years, until the routine came to its natural end. It began with a running leap that led into a series of cartwheels and handsprings, one right after the other. These then culminated into a jump into the air, contorting her body into a twist and flip combo that ended with her landing on one foot, the other grasped in her hand, held high above her head. It was something far more similar to an ice-skater’s triple axel than a gymnastic move, but she had adopted it into her floor routine as a challenge to herself. Her chest was heaving, and she could feel how red her face was from all her exertion. Sweat was pouring down her face into her eyes, but she had a bright smile on her face. She held the pose for a moment, the same as she would have in a competition, then dropped her leg to the floor and went searching for something to wipe her face off with. Only to jump what felt like a mile in the air when she was met with clapping and smirking red-on-black eyes.

“Dat was damn impressive, Petite. Gambit di’n’ know you was dat flexible. He have ta keep dat in min’, oui?” He dropped a hand into the pocket of his usual trench coat as he walked closer to her. When he reached her, he pulled out a handkerchief, a gift from Jean when she had been attempting to learn sewing if her memory was correct. He took the square of soft cloth and gently dabbed sweat from her eyes, “Ain’t ne’er seen no one move li’ dat, outside da Guild, Belle. No’ e’en da ‘Sassins. Ya got skill. Woulda made a damn fine tief. Mebbe ol’ Gambit take ya ta da Dang’r Room and run ya t’rough some paces, yeah?”

She flushed from her face all the way down her neck, she hadn’t been expecting anyone to find her. But really, she should have known that Gambit would go looking for her if she up and disappeared. Ever since the attack on the mansion, Gambit had been especially attentive to anything she needed or wanted. At first, she had been worried he felt obligated or something. And his emotions had felt a little like that, an earthy musty taste on her tongue; like mushrooms or green tea. It had taken some convincing to get him to admit that he felt responsible for her injury. She had thrown half of her stuffed animals at him in retaliation for that one. But in the end, he had admitted that he cared too much about her, that seeing her injured had set his teeth on edge in all the worst ways, which was why he was so paranoid about her being out of his sight for too long. He had tried to not be too overwhelming for her, but he had admitted that it was difficult fighting his own instincts.

She shook her head at him, giving him a small, shy, smile, “I haven’t performed that routine in a long time. Actually, I haven’t performed any real routine in a long time. I’ve kept up some practice, but I am far from being on par with assassins or any of you X-Men.” She pointed out to him. It still felt strange, being able to speak freely without fear. She could still feel her power working, each and every time she vocalized anything the strange humming vibration that accompanied each sound and syllable roared to life. But once more, Gambit did not fall victim to her Song. It was the best kind of odd.

At her words, Gambit smiled, “Don’ t’ink Remy’ll e’er git use’ta dat. Hearin’ dat jolie voix.” She huffed, but he saw the smile she tried to hide. He took her hand in his, twining their fingers together, “Ya missed breakfast an’ lunch, Petite. Now, Remy’s tryin’ ta be good. He’s tryin’ ta give ya some space, le’ ya do yer own t’ing. But ya need ta eat. So, Remy’s gonna take ya ta da kitchen an’ he gonna make ya som’in so good ya ain’t gonna be able ta go wit’out, yeah?” She blinked. She hadn’t realized she had forgotten to eat, but now that Gambit had brought her attention to it, her stomach began to growl. She sheepishly rubbed at the back of her neck, “Oops. I didn’t realize. Food does sound nice though.”

“Good food, and e’en bet’r comp’ny. Sounds like a great day to ol’Remy.” He said with a smile, “An’ some good music, eh Petite?” He scooped up her speaker and turned it off as she grabbed her iPod.

“Not sure how good you’ll think it is when you hear how random it is. Think my playlist has everything from Disney to Country to Rock and Metal. ‘Bout the only thing you won’t find is Rap. Outside of Eminem anyway.” She mentioned. Once they made it to the door, however, she fell into her customary silence.

Once in the kitchen Remy put his hands on her shoulders and sweetly, but firmly, directed her to sit down on one of the barstools. She pouted slightly and typed away at her phone, “I can help you know.” “Oh, Remy know’s ya can, Petite. But ‘e promised to feed’ja. And feed’ja ‘e will. So jus’ sit dere ‘n look pretty, Petite.” She flushed, nearly dropping her phone in her embarrassment. She buried her face in her hands, hiding her face from Remy. But just because she couldn’t see him, didn’t mean she couldn’t hear him. His laugh was infectious, loud and a little wild, just like the man himself. But the joy and affection that filled the air tasted of oranges and cotton candy. It made a smile stretch across her lips against her will as his emotions influenced hers.

Remy had a cutting board and knife out in the blink of an eye. Before long, he had all the fixings required to make a couple of po’boys. Seeing all that gave her an idea and she hopped up from her stool, she held up a hand when Remy protested. She made her way to the pantry where she fund what she was looking for, home grown from her own little garden that Storm had helped her set up. She grabbed a handful of them and made her way over to the sink. She grabbed a mandolin and then washed the potatoes. Once everything was prepped, she grabbed a pit and filled it with oil, normally she used canola but all she found was sunflower so she just shrugged and went with it. She put the pot on the stove to heat, then began to slice the potatoes into paper-thin rounds, dropping them into a bowl of water to prevent them from browning.

Once the oil was hot enough, she took the potatoes and began to dry them. Once dried, she carefully dropped small handfuls into the oil. She fried them until they were cooked, but had no color on them, then pulled them from the oil and drained them on a plate covered with some paper towels to absorb the oil. She repeated the process until all the potatoes were cooked, then increased the temperature of the oil. Once that was done, she dropped the potatoes into the oil once more. This time she let them get crispy before she pulled them from the oil and seasoned them with salt, garlic powder and parmesan cheese. She turned to Remy, who was finishing up his own portion of their meal, and smiled. He looked over and let out a whistle, “Look damn good, Petite. Like ta cook, hm? Remy’ll have ta pull ya in ‘ere to ‘elp out when ‘e cooks sometime, yeah? ‘Ere, homemade po’boy, jus’ like maman use ta make.” He plated up their sandwiches with a flourish, letting her add her homemade chips to the plates. He then sat next to her at the breakfast bar, hip to hip, and they shared a quiet, peaceful, meal.

[ghoul-foolery]

Flufftober, Day 18

Anal / Birthday

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

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> Birthday > Lucy MacLean & Cooper Howard >Tags: N/A > Words: 432

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The notification appears on the Pip-Boy’s screen at precisely 9:35AM.

It comes with a cute jingle; the opening bars of Happy Birthday. Then there is Vault Boy, smiling big, and holding a cake as a banner unfurls at the bottom.

It’s Saturday. If Lucy was still in the Vault, she would be leaving gymnastics class. The notification would appear exactly five minutes after she left the gym, which meant she would be heading back home, which meant she would have the perfect opportunity to make a detour to wish the lucky boy or girl a happy birthday.

Lucy’s eyes catch on the words decorating the digital banner.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOPER HOWARD!

If Lucy was in the vault — if her dad was in the vault — if none of this had ever happened — there would be a Hank MacLean certified Cooper Howard Movie Marathon to celebrate one of cinema’s greats.

Now…

Well, now…

Lucy dismisses the notification just as Cooper comes prowling back into camp. There is some bloody hairless rodent draped over his shoulder. If she was in the vault there would be a party—no. Coop wasn’t the party type. Maybe he was once, but not so much now. Instead of jello cake, and a party, she would make him a cupcake.

“Getta fire going while I get this thing ready.”

The cupcake would be decorated with nice icing, something sweet but not overbearing.

“The fire, vaultie.”

And it would be topped with a single candle, and delivered in private so no one would make it a big deal…

“God fucking damn, MacLean, what the fuck are you staring at?”

A leather gloved hand swats at her cheek. Not hard enough to send her reeling, not even hard enough to actually hurt, but still more than enough to jostle her from her thoughts.

Lucy suddenly doesn’t care if Cooper would be annoyed. She’d throw him a whole party just to tick him off. As he turns away to start skinning the rodent, Lucy calls after him.

“Hey Coop?”

He sighs, long and loud, as if even hearing his name is a burden. He turns to look at her.

“Happy Birthday.” She says it like one of his swear words.

The shock that consumes Cooper’s face makes her feel like she’s won an award. It isn’t easy to surprise him, it’s even harder to win in their little bouts of verbal sparring. He looks like he’s ready to retaliate, and Lucy is ready to start singing the birthday song just to make him mad.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that,” he snaps as he turns away. Get the fuckin’ fire ready, vaultie.”

[mochminnie]

Okie Dokie (Norm MacLean)

Pairing: Norm MacLean x Cassandra "Cassie" Lang (Original Character/Reader)

Trope: Rivals to Lovers

Ideas for writing for Norm

Character: Cassandra ‘Cassie’

Affirmation: Vault 33 

Occupation/Hobbies: Nurse and teaches Sex Ed Class

Volunteer: Kitchen Duty, Cleaning Duty, Food Delivery,

Computers and Information Maintenance

Book Club w/ Lucy and Sometimes hosts

Sewing/Crocheting/Embroidery Club, Young Pipefitter's Association with Lucy and Steph, Gymnastics club, Dance Club, Intermediate Phys. Ed., and Riflery, Enjoys watching and reading with Lucy, Secretly plays Pip boy games

Friends: Lucy, Steph, Chet, Norm (Rivals, Love Interest? Frenemies)

Personality: Good Hearted Caring and Kind, Creative, Sassy, Fun and as cheerful as Steph and Lucy, Stubborn, Competitive, Teasing, Willing to fight what is right and is a head strong fighter, Had a feeling Vault 32 is suspicious and somethings not right and not adding up, Investigator, Speaks her mind, Wanted to go into the surface with Lucy and curious what’s it like up there. But isn’t as naive as Lucy. Doesn’t believe in the death penalty and that the Raiders should go back to the surface and they could possibly plot killing them again. She's patient but shows the most anger and frustration towards Norman.

Physical Appearance: Simple Makeup Simple curled Lashes, Blush, Lip Gloss, Brown Eyes, Long Black Hair, Curtain Bangs and strands Voluminous Curls and likes to change the hair style, Curvous/chubby figure, Height short around the same height as Norm. Wearing the Blue and Yellow Vault Jumpsuit. 

Norm and Cassie being the smartest in class. Which causes them to have a rivalry and Norm getting angry and frustrated since Cassie is good at almost everything. But it is mostly one sided in Norm’s side which comes to Cassie thinking. Norm doesn’t like her due to his coldness and endless amounts of teasing and anger towards Cassie. They bicker. 

Norm lacks enthusiasm and what do the vault 33 council members Reg McPhee, Woody Thomas, Betty Pearson, and Hank MacLean do? They always pair them together as punishment as a way for Norm and Cassie to get along. 

Hank and Lucy tease Norm how he could have a possible crush on Cassie. Chet always being clueless and Stephanie knew there was some sort of sexual tension between them.

Idea 1: Steph and Cassie gushing over Montey and making comments Cassie, "Wow he is a looker isn't he wow. He's so Handsome!" Steph, "Lucky." And Norm made a face like Bert. Norm was Confused more Jealous. And he proceeds to tease that he isn't much of a good guy and could have red flags. Norm, "Like I said he could have a tumor!"

Idea 2: Cassie Showing off to Steph and Lucy the corset, skirt, dresses she made were vault colors Blue and Yellow. And Norm said wearing it everyday would be against the rules.

He gets turned on by the thought of Cassie wearing the corset and skirt that he gets an erection.

Idea 3: Cassie and Norm being the smart ones, the investigators figuring everything about the history behind the vault. To make sure they both don’t get caught. Cassie kisses Norm as a distraction. 

Idea 4: Cassie was this close to join Lucy up on the surface to help save their dad. But Norm stopped her. “Norm what the hell was that for? I was this close. this close to go with Lucy. What, you don’t want me to help save your dad? Is this your way to come back at me?”

“You care about me?  Bullshit! When did you ever care about me? You care about me more than your sister?” 

Idea 5: They are bickering than they kiss from sexual frustration. And do the deed together.

Author’s Note: this will be posted on Wattpad & A03 @mochminnie

What do you guys think about Cassie and Norm? Do you like the title ahaha I love Lucy’s Catchphrase “Okey Dokey😄”

[brw]

seeing your simon and hank blogging has really reinforced for me that amalgam comics fucked up big-time by mashing ted kord with hank pym when beast is literally right there being a big silly blue guy who has a gymnast's grace and a Best Buddy he gets into shenanigans with! ("wonder gold" is the correct combo but looks terrible, but that's beside the point)

I've never actually read Amalgam, they put Ted Kord and Hank together???? Hank and the Atom are right there!!!

Anyway, you're right! Simon and Hank definitely feel like a precursor to Blue Beetle and Booster Gold in a lot of ways, sort of silly comedic duo made out of one scientist type and one wealthier character who will later lose their wealth and have a criminal past that led them to becoming superheroes. It's fun!

Wonder Gold is kind of fugly, but I honestly don't mind the costume that much, but I have been really desensitized to horrible Simon costumes, because he did wear this monstrosity for a while.

[authortobenamedlater]

Since tomorrow is S4 even though I won’t get to watch it until Saturday, here are my For All Mankind predictions:

This is Ed’s last season at least as a major character. He’s 70-something now. I have a feeling he’ll die since that’s how this show likes to send out its main characters, but even if he doesn’t, he’s getting too old to be the show’s driving force.

Sergei will bust Margo out of the USSR.

We will learn that Margo traded herself for Sergei and family’s safe passage to the US. She goes to work for Roscosmos and gives them info on NASA, the KGB looks the other way while Sergei and his family get airlifted out of Moscow.

Maybe Margo is a double agent? Mr is convinced of this. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Kelly and baby are living on Mars with Grandpa Ed. Ed calls his grandson (I think it was a son anyway) his favorite Martian.

Ed and Wayne have weekly emotional support phone calls. Maybe not. But they should.

Danny is still living in exile in the crashed North Korean landing module, probably starting to act like Tom Hanks’s character in Castaway. Maybe he named his helmet Wilson.

Things I’m wondering:

If 9/11 ever happened

If the American female gymnasts still won gold in 1996 (if they didn’t I will set something on fire)

If George W. Bush is President and if not, is it Al Gore or someone else

If the USSR will ever fall and how will it happen

If the Patriots won Super Bowls XXXVI and XXXVII (some things are important)

If the Red Sox win the 2004 World Series (some things are VERY important)

Depending on how many years the season covers, if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup in 2011 (again with important things)

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Get AppleTV and find out. You can watch all three seasons if you start right now.

[late-night-cabaret]

Once a week (or month, I'm not sure), the Grind has a talent show type competition for funsies.

Amethyst would sing, play piano or drums, or do a Brazillian Juijitsu demonstration. (Paulie is the volunteer for that one.)

Paulie would sing or show off some gymnastic moves.

Jimmy would do a speed painting or drawing of someone.

Hank supervises lol

Yancy is the MC with that damn voice of his and makes people wonder why he doesn't perform if you know what I mean 🤭

[savingthrcw]

Listen. Okay, okay, I KNOW it's not the popular view the fandom has of Lucy, but my personal opinion, which obviously colors the way I write her in this blog, is that she always, already, had it in her to do everything violent we see her do on the surface. It was always a part of her, because she subconsciously knew there was more outside of the Vault door, she saw it, and she prepared for it with her hyper-specific hobbies meant to build a fighter. When the wedding goes to hell, she's the most violent and ready to fight person born in 33. It takes Cooper less than a day to make her bite his finger off (and then she chooses to save him, both things can be true in the same person), she's curious and she's not naive like other people in the Vault, maybe partly because of those subconscious memories, maybe because Hank didn't raise her exactly like he should have, he raised his kinds to be more independent and intelligent than to say 'when things look glum vote 31' . Which is also why she immediately listens to Moldaver and ignores her father instead of attempting an initial, typical "you are lying" that we get from your typical loyal daughter. She knows there is more to it, to everything.

And to me you cannot change your personality deeply, permanently and IMMEDIATELY within a week, it takes some time for a person to adjust to traumas, to new information, there is no way that the Jelly Mould guy would spend 4 days outside and throw acid at someone's face or use a robot to threaten two other people. She already had it in her, she was already a fighter, the only thing that has changed is that she trusts less and becomes violent more quickly because forced to by circumstances, and she'd still choose not to do any of that every time. But it's there, she's more like a normal person (because let's be real, I doubt any of us would be immediately capable of living on the surface, but we also wouldn't be as robotically naive as the ones who want to reform raiders) than people in the Vault, while still being weird, and she's more ready to adapt than they are.

And it's not casual that her brother is the only one willing to investigate the Vault, HANK accidentally did that, ROSE accidentally did that, plus him and Lucy also influenced each other. He may not have it in him to be physical like Lucy (but, again, the girl chooses rifles, gymnastic, phys ed., and repairs as her hobbies), but they were ALWAYS different.

[nicsnort]

Trial by Fire (part 54)

A Nightcrawler/Fem!OC romance, drama, and mystery fanfic, with lots of Quicksilver thrown in for fun and even more drama.

Intro (with link to full Ao3 story) First Previous

It had been quite some time since Kurt had so thoroughly enjoyed a workout. Of course, he had never had a spar dissolve into kisses before. He was quickly starting to feel as if he and Bedelia had known each other for longer than they had. And, selfish as it was, given that she had her own life, he hoped she would stay for quite some time before the Brotherhood or the job called reality back into their courting.

They had gone a few more rounds before Kurt had shown Bedelia some X-man moves...and he showed off a bit on the gymnastic bars… Sweating but smiling, the couple headed upstairs. When the elevator doors opened, an unexpected voice greeted them.

“Kurt, Miss Hayes,” Hank said with a grin. “Wonderful to see you.”

Bedelia didn’t immediately reply as her eyes immediately snapped to Trance, in a wheelchair and wearing a hospital gown. Her hand that was holding Kurt’s clenched, and she stepped behind him just a bit without thinking. The squeeze of his hand by Bedelia made him alert. He could feel his shoulders tense, and he looked down at the Brotherhood member in a wheelchair. “Hank.” He greeted, then paused, “Trance, was it?”

“Sophia.” The woman corrected and introduced herself. “Glad to see you two are having so much...fun. Since we’re here, I wanted to thank you for saving me...Kurt, was it?”

Kurt looked surprised at that. He hadn’t expected the gratitude. He glanced at Bedelia, then at Hank. “Of course, you’re welcome. It is my responsibility to prevent any death, human or mutant.” He stepped past the pair, guiding Bedelia in his path.

The joy and exercise high that Bedelia felt had crashed upon seeing Trance. Bedelia let Kurt lead her from the elevator, keeping as far away from the Brotherhood member as possible. She gave Hank a nod and blatantly ignored Trance even as her mind noted what the woman was saying.

“Miss Hayes,” Hank said to distract the journalist from Trance. “Thank you for lending me your notes. I have made copies and will return them to you once I finish up here.”

“Thank you, Dr. McCoy,” Bedelia quickly replied, glad for the reason to ignore the Brotherhood member. “I hope they will be useful to you in finding Essex, and of course, I hope you share any information with me as well.”

“Naturally.” Hank pushed Trance’s chair into the elevator, and the door slid closed as he nodded farewell to the couple.

It had crossed Kurt’s mind to teleport them away, but he knew that eventually, Bedelia would have to cross paths and deal with the Brotherhood member. He took her down the hall towards the kitchen, intending to remedy the distress with comfort food. 

“I was thinking of making a post-workout snack,” Kurt told her once they had turned the corner, “fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Care for one?” 

Bedelia reached out and wrapped her arm around Kurt’s, seeking small comforts in his touch. “That sounds good. I thought I should work for a bit afterward…”

Kurt was a little surprised but mostly pleased to hear that Bedelia intended to work on her articles again. She needed some distraction, he thought. “I like that plan. It is a good way to spend the evening.” He teleported them to the kitchen, his stomach growling and impatient. 

He took out the loaf of bread, a fresh one, a jar of peanut butter, jelly, and butter. He took out the pan from the bottom cabinet and set it on the stove, heating it up as he took out a knife and spread the treats onto the slices of bread. 

Bedelia watched Kurt move about the kitchen. Mostly she was interested in his tail. The way it moved around balancing him sometimes, sometimes working as a third hand, and often simply waving behind him. As she had said before, she did not mind his natural form though it was strange. She had met physically mutated mutants before, and their changes nearly always seemed forced. Like some body part was stretched and exaggerated, the changes appeared unnatural. Yet for Kurt, as strange as he was, it all fit together. It seemed natural - it was natural - but it was like comparing a platypus and an otter. One looked like it shouldn’t be, and the other looked like it was made for its environment.

“Did you ever have a strange dish of food growing up,” Kurt asked as he fried the sandwiches.

His question brought her back from her musing to ponder something new. “Hmmm, I mean, my parents were Irish. Everything was potatoes. But like a snack? I used to love, not so much anymore, but for ages, my homemade school lunch was a ham sandwich with ketchup and pickles - standard fare in Ireland. I know it sounds gross, and I don’t know why but from age seven until mom died, I rarely had anything else for lunch at school...it never tasted the same, making it myself, so I’ve stopped having it.”

She gave a soft reminiscing smile at the thought. “But fried peanut butter and jelly doesn’t seem very German. What did you have as a kid?”

As she spoke, Kurt tilted the pan to get the butter to slide around. He pictured the sandwich she described and couldn't help his nose scrunch just a little bit. "Ham, ketchup, and pickles...I am certain that is an acquired taste. So was the bread potato bread?" He smiled. "Sorry, bad joke." 

He had a look of sheepishness on for a moment before he tossed the sandwich into the pan, peanut butter side first. "It is not...in terms of German food, I can eat an entire bucket of sauerkraut without blinking. The family I grew up with in the circus, they made this for comfort food. It’s quite delicious. Let’s see...we have tried a variety of things, sometimes not always for fun, but...hm.” He flipped the sandwich as he thought. “Ketchup and noodles...we had dove at one time, but it was small. Fresh bread was always bought at the towns we stopped at...or ‘misplaced’ if we couldn’t afford it.” He looked a bit nostalgic and shy. “I like to think I have made up for that sin, though.”

“I am sure God has forgiven you,” Bedelia told Kurt with a smile. “I don’t think he would consider stealing to survive a sin anyway.’

‘Growing up in a circus, that must have been interesting. You know, I think I remember you saying you moved around a lot when you were young. That certainly explains it...when we were tight on money, mom made chips sandwiches for us. Two slices of white bread, no butter, and store-brand original potato chips in the center. It took me a while to realize that was a money-saving measure. Yet, I remember we helped out at the potlucks at church and donated food there. Times might have been tight but there were always people who were less well off.”

Kurt warmed to the words she said. He flipped the first sandwich onto a plate, added a bit more butter, and then placed the second sandwich. He smiled. “That is how I try to live my life. That is, I mean, to help those even if I may not have all the answers. That was how my adopted mother raised us -- to offer a helping hand...or tail.” Kurt’s teeth flashed as he grinned, his tail picking up the plate with the first sandwich and offering it to her. “It may not be as crunchy as potato chip sandwich, but I hope you’ll enjoy it. Careful, it’s still hot.”

Bedelia picked up the fried sandwich carefully; it was indeed piping hot. As she took a bite, she realized she’d never had a fried pb&j before. It was sweet and savory, crispy yet gooey. Definitely, a treat to have occasionally but not unpleasant. She gave a thumbs-up to Kurt as she chewed, giving a satisfied “mmm” of approval. Once she was done, she watched him a bit more, waiting for the sandwich to cool. “You said your mother raised ‘us,’ do you have siblings?”

He was glad to see that she liked it. It wasn’t an everyday treat, but it hit the spot for comfort and ease. He went to pour two glasses of milk, nearly forgetting about the drinks at first. When he returned and flipped the sandwich, he thought of his adopted siblings. “I do. I did. They were my adopted mother’s blood children, my adopted sister and brother, but I count them as my own. Stephan and Amanda. Stephan passed away a while back, but Amanda travels around... Do you have any family in Ireland still? Any cousins, aunts, uncles?” He plated his sandwich and picked up his glass of milk, gesturing in a ‘cheers’ motion. 

“My condolences,” she said in response to his brother. He still had his mother and sister, but it could not be easy for him. Bedelia was not about to compare their pain. The loss of a loved one was always hard, no matter who they were. At his question, she moved on; if he did not want to discuss his family, then so be it.

She raised her glass in cheers and took a grateful sip. Milk was the perfect thing to wash this treat down. “I do. I have two aunts on my father’s side and an aunt and four uncles on my mother’s, all with their own respective spouses. I met them a few times, but my parents were the only ones that moved to the States, so it was expensive to go and see them. All of them have children of their own. A couple of them reached out and offered to take me in when mom and dad died, but…” 

Bedelia shook her head and then shrugged. “They are pretty much strangers. I wasn’t going to leave the only people I had here for Ireland. So I filled out the paperwork to become my own guardian and rebuilt...sorry, look at me giving way too much information. You didn’t ask about that. I find you easy to talk to, I guess.”

As she answered, Kurt counted in his head. So there were at least seven adult blood relatives and who knew how many cousins. He would have been surprised if the opposite had been true. He took a bite of the sandwich, enjoying the gooey mess and wiping his chin with the back of his hand as he listened. “No, no, I was actually going to ask about visits there, so you beat me to it. You know my mind already, kobold.” He took a drink of milk to wash down the sandwich. “Would you...well, this might be too forward, but...between my teleporting and the X-Jet...would you like to visit it again?”

The blush that had come to her face at providing too much information changed from one of embarrassment to one of chagrined pleasure. Knew his mind indeed...was it strange that she found the way he cleaned his chin of the dripping treat cute? She took a bite, mulling over what he had just called her. Kobold? He called her that before. What did it mean? Bedelia was about to ask when his suggestion caught her off guard. Her eyes widened in surprise. 

“That is really generous, Kurt. I...I mean, they are basically strangers that I send Christmas cards to…” She took a sip of milk as she thought. “Perhaps, when this is over, we can talk about it? I don’t want to bring any dangerous eyes onto them. Thank you for the offer though. I think it would be nice to see them again.”

“I am certain they would be proud to learn who you are now -- all your articles, your fame, your way with words.” He said confidently. The reminder of just the situation they were in, the reason why they were here, sobered him. He nodded and finished off his sandwich. “Mmm-mmm-mm.” He grimaced and gave a nod of apology before finishing off his milk. He tried again, “That is a wise idea...we can return to that topic at a later date, fraulein.”

He set the dish in the sink and patted his flat belly. “That was delightful. Are you...do you need anything for your writing? I can make you a pot of tea -- or coffee. Just don’t spill it on me.” 

As Kurt finished, his sandwich Bedelia did as well, though with less tasty noises. She smiled at him and giggled before drinking the rest of her milk as well. Ah, and there it was, ‘fraulein’. She did enjoy being called it, but this new nickname for her kobold...she hadn’t asked what it meant yet.

“The wifi password,” she told him with a grin. “And some tea would be lovely…” Bedelia opened her laptop and typed in the password as he spoke it. “Kurt, mo sidhe , you’ve called me kobold a few times; what does it mean?”

He more than gladly went to fill a kettle of water and turned the stove back on. At her question, he blushed. "I will tell you if you tell me what you called me." He set the kettle on the stove, listening to the sizzle of water that slipped free. 

He walked over and jotted down the wifi password, a joke from older students - theprofessorslocksofhair1940 - and he looked up at Bedelia. He smiled shyly and reached out to touch her red hair. "Kobold is a sprite of fire and temper, of mischief…I thought your hair to be the right color for such a creature."

She smiled at his bargain. Yes, that is why she said it. Glancing down at the password, she grinned. When he reached out and touched her hair, the humorous grin turned to a soft smile...then when he explained it, a slightly pained look entered her eyes, and a bit of sadness in her smile. Reaching up, she placed her hand over Kurt’s.

“Fire follows me everywhere, it seems,” she told him. “Bedelia is the Celtic goddess of fire...kobold it fits; I like it.” It seemed that fire would chase her forever. In her name, in her fear, in her hair. For years she thought she had tamed her phobia of fire, and comparisons to the element had not phased her. Now after Trance and Pyro, the idea of it brought pain and terror once more. But if Kurt was calling her a name related to it, she could bear it; it would help. Another good association with fire.

If Kurt was superstitious, which perhaps on some level he was - how could he not be with his mother being a fortune teller? - he would have marveled at how fire did, for better or worse, seem to come up in Bedelia’s life. His tail wrapped gently around her forearm and he squeezed sympathetically before letting it unwind.

“ Sidhe is another name for fae; they were the fair folk that lived in the hills. Mo just means my. Mo risidhe is also an option, my fae royal, there is no meaningful translation for prince…”

At her explanation, he felt his heart melt a bit. His smile grew sweet and charming. “Your royal fairy prince…” he could feel his heart flutter. If he didn’t already know he was in trouble, he knew it now. He reached up with his fingertips and brushed over her cheek, lightly stroking her hair. “I will strive to be worthy of such a name, kobold.”

Bedelia smiled. He was almost too perfect. Was it actually possible to fall in love so quickly? This was truly like a romance novel. The gentle touch of both his tail and his fingers, both so strange yet comforting in their abnormality. Bedelia let her eyes close for a moment as he stroked her hair.

“Mmm, you’re dangerous,” she told him slowly, opening her eyes with a smile. “I seem to simply forget about work when you touch me.” Putting her hand on his own, she turned her cheek into his palm a bit before pulling his hand away. “Now then, which fluff piece do you think would be better? I have a story on a bar in New York City owned by two mutant women and another about the burgeoning superhero and mutant tourism industry in the City as well.”

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Fanfic Masterlist

[goalhofer]

2024 olympics Mexico roster

Archery

Matías Grande (Ciudad Mexico)

Bruno Martínez (Ciudad Mexico)

Carlos Rojas (Ciudad Mexico)

Ángela Ruiz (Saltillo)

Alejandra Valencia (Hermosillo)

Ana Vázquez (Ramos Arizpe)

Athletics

José Doctor (Ciudad Mexico)

Ricardo Ortiz (Ciudad Mexico)

Jesús López (Hermosillo)

Noel Chama (Chipata)

Ever Palma (Zitácuaro)

Uziel Muñoz (Nuevos Casas Grandes)

Edgar Rivera (Ciudad Agua Prieta)

Erick Portillo (Cuauhtémoc)

Diego Del Real (Monterrey)

Alma Cortés (Monterrey)

Citlali Cristian (San Juan De Los Lagos)

Cecilia Tamayo (León De Los Aldama)

Paola Morán (Guadalajara)

Laura Galván (La Sauceda)

Margarita Hernández (Toluca De Lerdo)

Alegna González (Ojinaga)

Ilse Guerrero (Guadalupe)

Alejandra Ortega (Ciudad Mexico)

Badminton

Luis Garrido (Monterrey)

Boxing

Miguel Martínez (El Salto)

Marco Verde (Mazatlán)

Fátima Herrera (San Luis Potosí)

Citlalli Ortiz (Mexicali)

Canoeing

Sofía Reinoso (Tlapacoyan)

Karina Alanís (Monterrey)

Beatriz Briones (Tijuana)

Cycling

Ricardo Peña (La Paz)

Adair Gutierrez (Rincón De Romos)

Erika Rodríguez (Guadalajara)

Marcela Prieto (Aguascalientes)

Luz Gaxiola (Culiacán Rosales)

Yuli Verdugo (La Paz)

Jessica Salazar (Guadalajara)

Victoria Velasco (Monterrey)

Diving

Kevin Muñoz (León)

Osmar Olvera (Ciudad Mexico)

Juan Celaya (San Nicolás De Los Garza)

Kevin Berlín (Heroica Veracruz)

Randal Willars (Ciudad Mexico)

Alejandra Estudillo (Ixtacomitán)

Aranza Vázquez (La Paz)

Gabriela Agúndez (La Paz)

Alejandra Orozco (Zapopan)

Equestrian

Federico Fernández (Nopalucan)

Eugenio Garza (Monterrey)

Andrés Azcárraga (Ciudad Mexico)

Carlos Hank III (Ciudad Mexico)

Fencing

Gibrán Zea (Ciudad Mexico)

Golf

Carlos Ortiz (Dallas, Texas)

Abe Ancer (San Antonio, Texas)

Maria López (Ciudad Mexico)

María Fassi (Pachuca)

Gymnastics

Natalia Escalera (Ensenada)

Alexa Moreno (Mexicali)

Ahtziri Sandoval (Guadalajara)

Dalia Alcocer (Mérida)

Ana Flores (Saltillo)

Julia Gutierrez (Mérida)

Kimberley Salazar (Xalapa-Enríquez)

Adirem Tejada (Mérida)

Judo

Paulina Martínez (Guadalajara)

Prisca Awiti (London, U.K.)

Pentathlon

Duilio Carrillo (Guadalajara)

Emiliano Hernández (Cuernavaca)

Mariana Arceo (Guadalajara)

Mayan Oliver (Cuautitlán)

Rowing

Miguel Carballo (Ciudad Mexico)

Alex López (San Felipe)

Kenia Lechuga (Santiago)

Sailing

Mariana Aguilar (Ciudad Mexico)

Elena Oetling (Chapala)

Shooting

Carlos Quezada (Ciudad Mexico)

Edson Ramírez (Ciudad Victoria)

Goretti Zumaya (Salamanca)

Alejandra Zavala (Guadalajara)

Gabriela Rodríguez (Monterrey)

Surfing

Alan Cleland; Jr. (Boca De Pascuales)

Swimming

Jorge Iga (San Luis Potosí)

Paulo Strehlke (Cuernavaca)

Gabriel Castaño (Monterrey)

Miguel De Lara (Ciudad Torreón)

Regina Alférez (Ciudad Mexico)

Marla Arellano (Ciudad Mexico)

Itzamary González (Ciudad Mexico)

Luisa Rodríguez (Ciudad Mexico)

Jessica Sobrino (Houston, Texas)

Pamela Toscano (Ciudad Mexico)

Nuria Diosdado (Guadalajara)

Joana Jiménez (Ecatepec De Morelos)

Celia Pulido (Guanajuato)

Martha Gustafson (Toronto, Ontario)

Table tennis

Marcos Madrid (Heroica Puebla De Zaragoza)

Arantxa Cossío (Tototlan)

Taekwondo

Carlos Sansores (Chetumal)

Daniela Souza (Tijuana)

Triathlon

Aram Peñaflor (Toluco De Lerdo)

Crisanto Grajales (Xalapa-Enríquez)

Rosa Tapia (Ciudad Mexico)

Lizeth Rueda (Guadalajara)

Weightlifting

Janeth Gómez (Guadalajara)

Wrestling

Roman Bravo-Young (Tucson, Arizona)

Austin Gomez (Bloomingdale Township, Illinois)

[marcusrobertobaq]

If u look from a POV, Connor killing or wanting to cause negative impact on Hank in a way can be seen as retribution for the way Hank treated him.

What I said may be seen as mental gymnastics for some people but i'm all for it.

You know, in a scenario where Hank slapped Connor for chasing Rupert, Connor's later decision to slap Hank with unnecessary force when he was passed out drunk may have been personally motivated. Secret revenge under convenient circumstances. Plausible deniability makes it hard to link two events directly to come to some accusations. But, you know, what if?

[shay-creates]

15 Questions, 15 Mutals

I was tagged by @j-1173 . Thanks ^-^

I...still don’t know who to tag... *finger guns*

1. Are you named after anyone? I am not. Not even my chosen name is.

2. When was the last time you cried? Just about every night (my eyes get really watery when I’m trying to sleep...that counts right?). It’s been a few months since I cried emotionally... I don’t really remember though. Oh...cried a month ago because the pain in my legs got so bad. Idk which this asks about.

3. Do you have kids? Absolutely not. And do not want them. Nothing against the little parasites (affectionate), I am simply not parental material.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Absolutely not (sarcasm). Less sarcastic online, but quite sarcastic irl. But I know how/when not to be.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes. I can usually tell quite a bit about someone by their eyes. (Idk how to explain eye vibes thing, especially since I don’t make much eye contact) Then I notice their attitude, especially when it matches what I see in their eyes.

6. What’s your eye color? Blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I am a jumpy person with an overactive imagination.

8. Any special talents? I can mimic cat noises pretty well (a few different animals, but cat noises are what I feel I excel at).

9. Where were you born? Loris?, South Carolina.

10. What are your hobbies? Writing, sculpting, sewing, digital art, drawing, painting, overthinking, reading, watching anime/Asian dramas/etc, being plant dad, etc. (there’s a lot)

11. Do you have any pets? Yes. 3 dogs (Pookie, Tiny, Leah), a cat (Goblin, she’s a sweetheart and a stray), and potentially 2 more cats (Salamander, Mushroom) if I can earn their trust since they’re also strays. Also four horses (Clue, Mitch, Breeze, Hank) though those are technically my mom’s.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? I did gymnastics one day when I was below age 12. Hmm...that’s all I did voluntarily.

13. How tall are you? 5′10″. Most people claim I’m 5′9″ but they can pry that inch out of my cold dead hands, my posture sucks.

14. Favorite subject in school? Art class. English was second. Only because I could bs my way through it.

15. Dream job? Just about anything creative. Author, artist, or just making things. I just wanna make things :(