#half of them are middle aged dudes who barely understand the internet

[kaaaaaaarf]

guys sometimes this fandom is so embarrassing. please, I beg you, stop commenting on your fancast's social media and calling them Sirius Black or Remus Lupin or whoever. WE DONT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB.

[vaguely-concerned]

R-r-r-rewatch thoughts for The Mandalorian S2 Ep2

(or Chapter 10 as they seem resolved to call it)

- can I just express my joy for a moment that in one episode we get peli, the answer to my pleas for female representation in the ‘sketchy middle aged car mechanic’ niche, and a female alien designed with no consideration towards sexiness. (I mean I’m sure there’s someone. There is always someone somewhere on the Internet, is the bitter truth history has shown to us. but it’s not the intention behind the design haha)  

- they do take great pains to deliberately show you boba’s armour several times both in the recap and in the episode itself, so never despair he is very likely still on his way onto our screens once more

- this dude holding the baby hostage wanting specifically the jetpack in exchange is the one (1) break this whole episode gave din lol 

also the Patented Mando Finger Curl of Stress while he talked softly and calmly to not promp this asshole to make a sudden move... the most endearing character tic, I love my space cowboy dad so much 

- fun continuity detail: din is all out of whistling birds now, and you can see it here!

I wonder if he could still use the same mechanism with different ‘ammo’, it’s just not as effective? from the way the armorer spoke whistling birds seem quite rare and it would be an inefficient use of beskar if that’s the only thing it can be loaded with

 - I love how after the last episode, a 50 min epic with a bunch of original trilogy significance and impressive technical achievements and exciting character reveals, I was like ‘yeah okay I suppose that is quite interesting’, and this mess/comedy of inconveniences is the thing that fully makes my brain tip into the obsessive ‘BABY AND DAD SHOW!! BABY AND DAD SHOW!!!!!’ mind state lol

- ah the traditional ‘mando trudging slowly but steadily through the desert’ montage we all love to see (I hope this is going to be a Thing for the second episode of every season from now on) 

Also I assume his suit has some sort of temperature regulation built in and that’s how he didn’t, y’know. die under the blazing desert sun

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CAT FIGHT CAT FIGHT man I love the jawa. also mando doesn’t even glance over at them, really emphasizing how he’s like. done with this entire day (and it’s all barely even getting started din! i’m sorry)

 yodito’s look in this scene tho... he’s like ‘we’ve Seen some shit lady’ (actually I think he’s staring at ‘dr mandible’ like O___o. it’s been a long day for a lil boy) 

you get to see dr mandible’s cards a few times, so I assume anyone who knows the rules of... sabacc? probably? could figure out beforehand that he was in a bad spot. (the star wars fanbase is one of those where I KNOW the rules exist somewhere, and I know people who know those rules exist too)  

- that sound the baby keeps making -- the ‘boo-a’, sometimes with a p-sound at the end -- if that’s the precursor to him saying any variation whatsoever of ‘dad’ or ‘papa’ or ‘baba’ or even ‘buir’ or anything, I will die. I will sink to the ground in a heap and never get up (the way he keeps seeking out gaze contact with the helmet and seems perfectly satisfied with it too... fasdhfaskdjhl my FEELINGS)

- it seems confirmed in this ep that the mandos who died on nevarro did so while holding off the enemy so the rest(probably especially the children) could get away; some of them appear to have escaped. which I guess is a small relief

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frog lady stepping out of the shadows and into our hearts

I like that her firm nod after Peli translates ‘her husband has seen them’ lets us know she understands... basic? is that the common tongue thing in star wars there’s just so many to remember across fandoms lol? perfectly well, even if she can’t speak it. 

- mando might be running low on ammo for the pulse rifle, if the fact that he hasn’t replaced the missing cartridge on his... bandolier belt thingy is any indication

ETA: actually ignore me this has been a thing since the literal first episode of the show my brain just had a hiccup lol

- so baby seems to use a little bit of the force to pull the eggs towards him -- I wonder how often he ‘taps into it’ or if it’s always ‘on’ in the background for him. if so I guess there’s no wonder he’s so hungry (but also... kid you can’t end this lady’s entire family line like that one cat who singlehandedly made extinct a whole species of bird! D:)

- din so rarely gets openly angry, he just gets passive aggressive and grumpy. and that’s probably not the healthiest way to deal with things but I love him

- frog lady reacts so strongly to when din sends the ping when nothing else woke her up, I wonder if she can hear more frequencies than a human

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hello darkness my old frieeennnddd

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proof nr 1508 that din does not starve this baby you guys, he even has his own little tray just the right size for him! as it happens the baby simply seems to prefer eating things that are... still alive in some capacity. which, uh. maybe they can invest in some form of non-sentient crickets or something for him to hunt down and.... oh dear

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Look how they massacred my boy

By the way I finally managed to put into words why the Razor Crest -- and particularly the way it keeps getting beaten to hell and back and patched up again --  is so symbolically important and meaningful to me in this show in this post over here! it’s always a great relief to me when I can finally understand what the hell I’ve been going on about all this time and this was one of those lol

-  honestly if it weren’t for frog lady and (more importantly) the baby I think there’s a slight chance din would’ve gone ‘well I had a good-ish run of it for a while there’ and just let the ice claim him haha   

- “Why don’t you come over here and give me a hand. Make yourself useful” This is the one time in the episode I think he crosses the line into just being a dick for a moment (but noticeably the baby isn’t just a little hurt at this reaction, he’s clearly surprised and confused, which means this really does not happen often. after the time mando’s been having recently I guess a moment’s snappishness is understandable haha. he does follow up right after with being much more responsive and attentive when the baby toddles away from him, so it feels like it’s going to be okay)

also the ‘boo-ap’ sound is there again when he’s trying to get din’s attention. just sayin’ 

when din comes over to see the footprints baby makes a declarative little meep like ‘see??? I did tell you!’ haha

- it is very funny that mando is using all his technology meant to track down dangerous bounties in the grungy depths of the criminal underworld... to find a naked lady just chillin’ in a hot spring 

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cue the ‘father is evil?’ memes fsadfda. actually the funniest thing about this moment (apart from the fabulous finger acting) is that din actually snatches a few eggs out of the baby’s reach more subtly right before, and that baby only whines for ALL OF ONE SECOND before he goes to sniff around for other food possibilities fkadfhjkds. from my experience with human children he’s a lot less prone to tantrums. yodito doesn’t get mad, he gets even 

- baby running towards din through the hatching spiderlings like ‘DAD I FUCKED UUUUUUP’, din’s little strangled ‘ngh’ sound as he picks the baby up and watches all the creepy crawlies come out... *chef kiss* impeccable 

(that little ‘ngh’ and the soft shocked ‘ah ah AH!’s from when he goes flying at the beginning of the episode... pedro pascal and his voice work for this character gives me so much life. in some ways din has this sort of dignity and grace and in other ways he uh extremely doesn’t. he gets to be cool but also vulnerable in ways a lot of male main characters don’t and it’s probably why I love him so much) 

btw here is that moment when din moves to hold the baby tightly against him with both hands as the big spider appears, because it gets me right in the heart... it such an instinctive thing of holding on to the dearest thing you’ve got before something bad is about to happen

fdsafhsdakjlfhsdkjlhfsdajhf oh my god the baby is clutching din’s finger with his little hand during the chase!!!! 😭😭😭

this FUCKING SHOW has just WEAPONIZED putting in small details everywhere to convey the love and tenderness and attachment felt by a little muppet doll even where only weirdos like me will frame by frame their way through the video to see it I am so MAD

- frog lady going ‘fuck this’ and bounding along is  e v e r y t h i n g 

- din is an amazing shot, though, he doesn’t seem to miss a single one in this whole scene (then again there’s something to shoot at basically everywhere one can take aim so lol)

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baby hiding behind/half hugging din’s boot as he tries to get the doors closed hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t breathhhhheeeee 

honestly every single one of the baby’s proximity seeking behaviours in this ep has me on my knees 

- it’s very unfair to play the heroic happy mando music like everything is going to be fine and then have a huge fuck-off spider drop down from the ceiling and break it off mid-tune, the mandalorian, you have trained me in certain ways and now do you betray me??? how can I trust again

- the camera work in the scene with the new republic guys gives such a good sense of the discomfort of being judged from on high by someone or something you can’t really see -- the glare of the lights blocking out everything in the shots from din’s pov makes it feel like a tense interrogation (the new republic dude who is actually dave filoni has such a look of fondness as he watches din tho it’s kind of sweet)

- ...oh no I think baby was actually considering munching on that dismembered spider leg YODITO NO JUST EAT YOUR KRAYT DRAGON BABY

- hngh this is a weird filler episode and it has my entire heart. I suspect we might get some episodes of a more stationary baby between active ones like this -- you can tell a little bit in this episode that especially having him running around fast is quite difficult to have look natural, they likely save that effort up for when it best serves the narrative  

[waspstar]

weelllllll i just scrolled through my dash and saw 3 stories abt how ppl got into tmbg so I, the youngin am here to tell a tale. possibly boring but YALL KNOW I WANNA DO THIS  ok soooo ive been on the internet ever since the age of 8. ive seen some stuff, heard some stuff, talked to a lot of people. i had this big friend group in an online chatroom based around mlp, i was a big mlp fan. anyways, i used this website for like 2 years. i was 9 when i first started using it. its the second year, im 10. i had a friend who was really into this indie rpg called OFF. im sure some of yall have heard of it. anyway i didnt know about it but i ended up stumbling upon this video bc someone linked it in the chatroom: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGjnQ5aHpW8&t=22s (honestly im not even sure if this is the original video i watched, i just know it was an animated OFF video with the characters set to particle man) anyways i OBSESSED over this song. i downloaded it illegally on my phone, i learned the lyrics by heart. so i knew abt this song solely because of the internet. not because of tiny toons (bc im 13, wasnt even alive when that was on air) but because of the internet. so this song holds near and dear in my heart for yeaaarrs. fast forward to the middle of september, 2017. very recent, yes it took me this long. at this time i was a DIE HARD fan of vinesauce, vinny’s band red vox, and lemon demon and neil cicierega media alike. i heard somewhere that tmbg was similar to lemon demon. i was listening to particle man all these years after and thought “huh, if i like this so much maybe i should check out the rest of their catalog” so i did. i started with flood, since particle man was on it. i had no idea about these dudes, who they were, how old they were, their names, i didnt even know there were TWO singers. anyways, i loved flood. my favorites were whistling in the dark and hearing aid. the night after i listened to flood i checked out 4 more albums. lincoln, apollo 18, the else, and john henry. i only picked them bc they were on the youtube recommended section. completely random, for no reason. i listen to these for a bit and then i finally listen to the pink album. i love it. now at this point i still dont know much about them. i barely knew what they looked like and when i first looked at flans he looked really creepy to me. (i think it was the flansbeard, and his ominous smile) and linnell looked like an old woman to me which is weird. anyways, i listen to long tall weekend after pink. and then i listen to mink car a bit later. the night i listened to mink car was the same night i watched “gigantic: a tale of two johns” now at this point ive been meaning to watch this for a bit bc it was always recommended to me on youtube. i nestled up into my couch with a blanket and i watched on my phone. i instantly fell head over heels for the johns. i loved their voices, and how they talked about their music. watching them perform was so cool, and when first watching it a lot of the time i was sorta confused bc i dont understand music talk LOL but i was still really into it! it made me so into the johns! and the rest of the band! so the day after i watched gigantic, i searched google and lurked tumblr tags and found tons of pictures, silly videos, and audio and it made me love them EVEN more. i felt a spark of love for these guys, instantly. after mink car i checked out factory showroom, the spine. and now here i am, 6 months later, half of the discography ive already listened to. i only have 2 albums left. i love every single song, i know most of them by heart, and i couldnt be happier about my decision. i didnt like tmbg bc i was raised around it, or because a friend introduced me, or because my mom listened to it. no, i found it all on my own practically. i made the decision to listen to them and im so happy i did. the johns are musical geniuses, musical blessings, and i love them so so so so much. i dont know where i’d be without them. im a 13 year old whos homeschooled in a poor family, i dont do much everyday as you might imagine. its draining, doing nothing at all everyday. im not in tip top health as im never active and i havent had a real life friend in 6 years. but when i have they might be giants, i know ill get out of this secluded, lonely purgatory soon. 

[purplesurveys]

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Do you have any stuffed animals from Build-a-Bear Workshop? No. I'm not aware if they brought it to the Philippines when I was younger or if it’s been brought here at all, but I don’t feel like I missed out since I never liked stuffed toys. When was the last time that you ate fruit? I tried a California maki (which has mango instead of avocado here) when we bought a box of varied sushi a couple of weeks ago just to give it a chance. It’s always been my least favorite roll because after I’ve had a wide array of innovative and creative rolls through the years, California maki just tastes so plain – and because it has mango. My taste test that day didn’t change my mind about the sushi and I still hated it, so I gave the rest of them to my sister. Can you pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time? Yup. It got popular to try in school for a time hahaha so I practiced until I perfected it. Do you listen to country music? The only country song I really enjoyed was Need You Now by Lady Antebellum; otherwise I can’t stand the genre. Are you the generic person? I don’t think it’s fair to call anyone generic. I like to think there’s always at least one unique or interesting thing about everyone.

Have you ever had your palms read? No. Do you know what a fuzzy navel is? I wanna say a hairy belly button but I just looked it up on Google aaaaand...IT’S A DRINK HAHAHAHAHA   Do you like peaches? Nope. It’s a no on most fruits for me. Do you have in fruit trees in your backyard? We don’t but I think some of our neighbors do. I know for sure someone is growing siling labuyo, but I forgot which one of my neighbors it was.  When was the last time your lawn was mowed? I haven’t heard the village lawnmower being used in a very long time, honestly. Understandable, since a lot of people don’t have to work right now. Have you ever been hit in the face really hard? My brother did this to me last year, which is why I have made the decision to stop talking to him entirely. I haven’t talked to him since March 2019 even if we’re under the same roof. Do you hate anyone? Right now I hate our local police more than anyone in the world, but I don’t feel this way for anyone I know in real life. Do you like fingerpainting? I don’t think I’ve tried it. I imagine I would hate the texture though. Are you sick? Nope. Do you use flashlights when there is a blackout? We used to but with more modern phones having built-in flashlights, we haven’t needed to buy actual flashlights anymore. Do you like black coffee? Sorry, no. Some cream and milk is always the way to go for me. Have you ever stolen from a store before? Haha unintentionally. I once walked away from a bookstore with a box of crayons and that was in 2004 when security measures weren’t very techy yet and nothing alarmed when I got out of the store. I realized I hadn’t paid for it when I noticed I was still holding the box and it wasn’t in a paper bag. Do you like the color yellow? I like the current trendy shade of yellow, but that’s absolutely it. It’s still one of my least favorite colors. Do you like calm, pretty colors or wild, bright, flashy colors? Pastel colors, which to me are calm and pretty. Do you collect coins? No. I’d be such a clumsy collector if ever, because I lose everything I own that’s as small as coins. When was the last time you rode a bike? The first or second week of the lockdown when I made a goal to learn how to ride the bike while on quarantine. Of course, that hasn’t happened. Have you ever walked on stilts? I don’t think so. Is there anything orange on your computer screen? I have a Bzoink tab open and its logo is orange, so yep. Do you use Dial-up? Internet??????? Welcome to 2020, my dude. I mean to be fair this survey was made all the way in 2008 lmao, but even by that point we had upgraded from dial-up to cable internet. Who was the last person that you called? Gabie, who’s really the only person I ever call. How many letters are in your middle name? If you mean my second first name, it has 8 letters. My maiden name, which is more understood here as our legit middle name, has 5. Do you collect seashells? Nope. Beaches here prohibit taking seashells, and I’m glad such a provision exists. Have you ever been to New York City? I haven’t but I can’t wait. I have an uncle living in Manhattan who has promised to be my tour guide once I get to visit.  Do you like to bake cupcakes? I imagine myself loving the work but I never have the time to do it or anyone to do it with. How old were you 10 years ago? I was 12. Do you age well? If aging well means I still mostly look 18 and hardly like a 22 year old, then yes I have been doing that. Seeing reactions from current freshies when they find out I’m a graduating senior was one of my favorite parts of my final semester in college hahahaha. How many lamps are in the room that you are currently in? There are no lamps in the dining area. What color is your keyboard? The keys are black but the spaces between them are gray. When was the last time that you clipped your fingernails? Around a month ago. I’ve actually been reminding myself these days to cut them again since they’re quite long now, but I always forget. I’ll probs forget tonight too. What about your toenails? Around the same time. But toenails grow slower, so I don’t feel the need to clip them just yet. Have you ever had the chicken pox? I have not, which means I’m just waiting for the day it hits me D: Do you like history? Yep, quite literally in my blood. Give me all the articles, books, electives, workshops, museums, etc on history and I’ll gladly be all over them. Do you wear deodorant all the time? Yeah. Do you tend to tangle things up? Not really. I want things to be as smooth-sailing as possible, because disarray would just overwhelm me. Can you unknot knots? Just super basic knots. When did you first learn how to tie your shoes? This was actually one of the practical tests that they gave when I was in preschool so I had to have my lola teach me when I was five. To this day, I have to admit I’m still clumsy at tying my shoes and 8 out of 10 times I can’t do it perfectly on the first try :(( How different is the world today, than it was 5 years ago? I don’t feel like racking my head for global events but as for personally, these days, I no longer have my maternal lolo around; we’re in the midst of a pandemic that has disrupted life as we know it; I unexpectedly have had no fucking clue when I’m graduating now; and we are now under a dictator and murderer of a President. What kind of car would you like to have? My ultimate goal is to have a Mini.

How loud is the volume on your computer? It’s in the upper half but not completely all the way through. Name 5 things that are in your room. A certificate of appreciation from a school I recently taught at, my book stand, my coloring books, my mock college entrance tests, a couple of neck pillows and several unopened face masks. Do you like the number 46? It’s insignificant to me. Have you ever left your handprint in wet concrete? Nope. Do you vaccuum? I haven’t tried it, no. When was the last time that you graduated from a grade? 2016 when I graduated from high school. Do you have a nickname? My relatives call me Byn but that’s my only nickname. Can you wiggle your ears? No but one of my uncles can. It was his favorite ~party trick to do for my cousins, siblings, and I when we were kids cause it always made us laugh. For many years we tried practicing ourselves but none of us ever learned how to. Have you ever been in a commercial before? I have not. Have you ever built a castle out of cardboard? I don’t think so. Do you really ever get too old for certain things? High school drama, for one. Some people haven’t gotten over it and still like to stir up shit, but it’s almost always those who only peaked in high school and are trying to grasp and claw for their glory days back.

Do you like apple juice? Just the one from a local brand, Zesto.  Can you whistle? Yes. Do you celebrate Christmas? Only because it’s family tradition. Do you have a New Years Resolution? No. How thick is your hair? Quiiiiite thick. It’s a bit to handle especially when my hair is supposed to be styled into a very intricate and elegant bun... a lot of the hair always falls out no matter how many thousand bobby pins are stabbed into my scalp before the end of whatever thing I’m supposed to be at. Have you ever wanted to grow a beard or mustache? I was curious as most kids are, so yeah I guess this thought occured once or twice. I don’t wish for this now. Do you use highlighters? For studying. Are you a very traditional person? I still view some things in a traditional way, like how my ultimate goal is to settle down, have a house, and raise kids or that I wouldn’t let my future kid get a tattoo or have their hair dyed until they’re 18...but studying in UP and living in an age where I get to meet people from different parts of the world who may live differently and see things differently than Filipinos do has certainly widened my perspectives. Do you feel awkward around certain people? With people I barely know but am forced to interact with, yes. Do you like bananas? No. Do you like Febreeze? I don’t think we have it here. How many children do you want? One or two. How tall are you? Barely passed the 5′ mark.

[pendragonfics]

Doesn’t Phase Me

Paring: Vision/Reader

Tags: female reader, Vision is sweet, fluff, computers, set after Age of Ultron and Civil War, some spoilers for Captain America: Civil War, angst. 

Summary: The stray computer science prodigy of Mr. and Mrs. Richards finds her way into the Avengers, working for the team's tech, and falls head over motherboard for Vision. Vision, however, doesn't get why he's accepted so quickly by her...

Word Count: 1,543

Posting Date:  2017-02-25

Current Date: 2017-06-10

As a computer programmer and a hardcore nerd who barely saw the light of day save for when the mechanics were outside, you were one hundred percent enamoured when you saw Vision enter the compound after the battle overseas. It wasn't like you were a field agent, anyway, there was no use for you in Ultron's fiasco (especially if he knew that there was a person who was quick enough at coding to falter his plans). Thus, Fury had you deep undercover, off the internet, and waiting for the return of everyone. 

When you saw how he floated, walking as if on water above the ground, you couldn't help but analyse the handiwork of Dr. Cho, of the two resident scientists who had helped make Vision come to be there before you.

"I'm _________, resident computer mechanic-slash-programmer," you hold out a hand for him to shake, watching him eye your hand, and then slide his crimson palm in with yours. "You must be Vision."

He nods his eyes examining you, "That I am. I assume by your title that it is you who I will go to for physiological examinations for someone of my kind." His voice is even, melodic like you remember of Tony Stark's AI J. A. R. V. I. S. had been, but unlike what you'd researched the original AI's corporeal body to have been.

Tony clapped him on the back, releasing his hand from the grasp. "That's right, buddy. And over here, just down the hall is where we all sleep; we've got a room for you too..." Even as they walked away, you could see Vision glance behind him, taking you in once more before he and Stark turned the corner, and inside you, a pull of your heartstrings. Even if you weren't one semester off having a PhD in computer mechanics, you were still allured to him, like he wasn't just born a few weeks ago, but years ago like a regular human.

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You're fine-tuning the designs for the replacement for James Barnes' arm half a year later, and while you're not angry at Tony Stark for blasting the poor guys prosthetic off, you're quite into the mechanics of what makes up the arm in the first place. In all, you're a big ball of emotion but rather fangirling over what makes the ex-Winter Soldier super powerful. You're so into the project that you hardly hear the chair beside you scrape back, and a figure sit upon it. 

"It's a shame Mr. Barnes' arm was at cost at the end of the scuffle," the pleasant-sounding voice of Vision comments, and in turn, earns him a spared glance from the screen you're working from. "I can tell you are quite into this subject matter," Vision waves his palm around the lab you're both in, around the sketches and half-finished projects you're in amidst.

You chuckle. "It comes with being a nerd," you grin, "I mean, my parents are the one and only Mr. and Mrs. Richards, and unlike my brother, and sister, I'm just really smart. And hate it when people treat me like I'm some kind of fantastic human being just because I came from the Sue Storm's womb." 

Vision nods. "I too feel a sort of sympathy for your feelings; it would seem that people only see me for what Ultron had in mind, or as simply a freak of nature from within Dr. Cho's cradle." He crosses his legs, and adds, "But it does not matter what anyone thinks of me. I am simply who I am, and there is nothing anyone can do to change me." 

"That's the spirit," you elbow him, grinning. "I heard you're like, wicked smart too. Want to collab sometime with these projects? My physics is getting a little rusty." 

Vision smiles, rising from the chair to float above the floor. "I cannot see why not." He frowns, almost like he's caught mid-thought, and adds, voice almost off somewhere with his mind. "_______, I have noticed that you are different to the other people in the Avengers." 

You put the project down, turning to face him. You're not sure whether to be flattered or concerned with that remark, but instead of flagging those emotions, you wink, and give him two finger guns, playing it off cool. "Thanks, buddy-pal, guess I'm more rad then the rest of those heroes." 

Vision smiles at your remark, but doesn't agree. "It's not that you are 'rad', ______...what I meant to have said is that you treat me different than the other people in the Avengers. You treat me like I am a human man, carbon-based. Not...not a robot. Why?"

You feel your heart falter at that, those words. "Viz," you whisper, reaching a hand for his, "I'm sure they're just still warming up to you. And for me? You don't really phase me. You're as normal and as real as any guy here...and that's saying something, because I met Steven Strange at Dunkin' Donuts last summer after a bender, and he's basically The Matrix IRL." 

Vision takes in your words, but doesn't seem to hear them. "Thank you, _______." At this, he floats, and without another word, flies through the ceiling above your heads and into the upper levels of the base. 

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It isn't for another week that you finally catch him; it's almost like Vision was avoiding your or something. But to be fair, you practically avoided the rest of the A-Team like the plague if you couldn't help it, so it wasn't all on him. But here, standing in the middle of the dining room holding a muffin, you catch him standing in the centre of the dining room table, phased so he's really in the table. 

"What's up, buttercup?" you ask him, taking a bite from your muffin. "Been busy? I haven't seen you for your daily checkup lately. Anything wrong?"

"I could not reach for the fruit basket, so I -," he pauses, not finished the sentence, leaving it open ended, traipsing off into the ether. "I don't believe I have to explain everything to those who do not require it," he said, almost like an afterthought aloud.

You nod. "Dude, it's a-okay. I'm just grabbing my muffin, and going back to my little hobbit hole where everyone avoids. I'll be out of your cape in a moment." 

At this, you turn on your heel, and start the walk to the lab feeling a little heavy in your chest. Was this emotion? Why were you feeling dejected, of all feelings because a guy was being awkward skirting around the questions you'd asked? Perhaps it was because it was an all too familiar feeling, and you were a human being and feelings came and went like yesterday's Jimmy Choo's from the Paris Hilton's closet. Perhaps it was because you'd actually bared your heart and soul to the one person who you'd actually, well, felt comfortable around, and he'd just dodging away from the matter.  

"Wait." 

Your feet take another step, and still. Turning, you see Vision, floating the way you'd first seen him do toward you, his face a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite decipher on his ruby face. Suddenly, the muffin in your hand forgotten, you reach almost toward him, wondering what sparked the word which haltered your footsteps.

"I don't understand," he muttered, "how you have constant patience and admiration for me. Many of the other people around us here at the Avengers compound do not have the same feelings." 

You feel tears building up, edging closer to the point of spilling over your face. "It's called patience, and understanding. Who you are - what you are, where you came from...it doesn't phase me, Vision. You're beautiful, unique and great the way you are. You don't need to pretend you're like me, or anyone else to fit in here. Hell, hasn't Ms. Maximoff learned that the hard way?" you ask him. "If anything, I love you for who you are, Vision." 

His hand reached for you, cradling your face, fingers smooth across your skin, carding through your hair. "Then I must be the luckiest synthesised humanoid of all time to have met you," his voice lulls you, soothes you, and closing your eyes, a stray tear escapes. "Why are you crying, _________? Is it something I said -," 

You shake your head, and without a hesitation, you thrust yourself onto him, and wrap your arms around his middle, lay your head upon his chest. He isn't like the other people you've laid your head upon; there is no heartbeat, a pulse of blood thrust around a circulatory system. There's a whirring of some kind, a sign he's real and there  and you've not just fallen asleep at your lab bench again. 

"No," you smile, the tears falling freely. "Sometimes we humans, no matter how smart or independent, cry for reasons beyond sadness." 

At this, Vison lays a hand behind your head, cradling you, bringing you closer to his chest. "Your tendencies...who you are - what you are, where you came from...it doesn't phase me, ______. I think I love you." 

You grin into his chest. "Yeah, that sounds about right...I think I love you too."

[ticknart]

One Narrow Bed

Marco Diaz had just finished buttoning his striped pajama shirt when his bed squeaked. Darned laser puppies. He'd spent a half hour chasing them and throwing them out of his room. He was sure that he got them all. Although, he admitted to himself, one could have sneaked back in while he was tossing out another.

He psyched himself up, ready to be hit by several lasers. He pushed off and spun on his toe. He lunged forward, wanting to snatch the puppy before it could hide under the bed and he'd have to fight for his room again. He gasped in surprise. As his momentum continued moving him forward, his feet tangled together and he fell, smack, right on his face. There was no puppy on the bed. Instead he saw--

"Janna?" he said into the floor.

It couldn't be her. Could it? No, it couldn't. It must be a misfire from one of Star's spells. Some nutty illusion spell that manifested in his room instead of hers. Or a psychic projections, maybe. With Star, who knew, her aim wasn't always great. Once she'd accidentally hit him with her bumble bee battalion burst. He'd been standing, sort of, in between Star and a horde of monsters when she unleashed the bee army. Those little bugs chased him for what seemed like hours and never once moved to chase a monster. That had been one exciting afternoon and a bit of a painful night.

He heard the window slam shut. He sighed then rolled over onto his back. Above him were two big brown eyes and one gigantic, toothy smile. He forced a grin, but was pretty sure it was more of a grimace.

"Hey, Marco," said Janna Orodonia, an old friend of his from way back and now a current friend of his housemate and best friend, Star Butterfly.

"Hi, Janna."

Marco's brain went into overdrive: What was she doing in his house? Why his room? His room! Why not Star's room? His shirt was on, but had he remembered his pants? He hoped his pants were on. Was her being in his room at night appropriate? Did Star invite Janna over? Or did Janna invite Janna over? Was this another one of those times where Janna wanted to make him frustrated and flustered? He wouldn't give her that satisfaction? Why was his face warm and flush? Hadn't Janna been in his room lots of times? Yes, but that was during the day. With his door wide open. To keep his parents happy. His parents! What would they do if they found her in here? Would they ever trust him again? Would they send Star away? If Star was gone, would the monsters stop attacking? Would she take the puppies with her or would he be stuck caring for them forever? With that sort of responsibility, could he still go to college? Was fast food his only option if he didn't go to college? Could Jackie love a man who had no prospects, no future? Could anyone? Could he? Would he be a drain on society?! What would his life become?!

"Stop it," said Janna, offering her hand.

"Stop what?" he asked.

"Worrying," she said, reaching lower.

He took her hand and she helped him up.

"I am not worrying."

"Dude, you were born worrying."

"Was not."

She cocked her head and simply looked at him.

After a moment, he looked away from her and said, "I was...  over thinking. Not worrying."

She pulled the chair out from his desk and sat down."How far'd you get?" she asked.

"Huh?" he said, sitting on his bed across from her.

"Remember when we were little? You'd start by worrying about the class hamster. 'Does it really like the food pellets and if it doesn't how can we know?' Or something like that. Then you'd go step it up and eventually work your way to your future and worry about the day gerbils got smart and start their plan for world domination. How far'd you get?" she asked again.

Did he remember? Of course he remembered. Janna and Marco had been best friends from the moment they met -- when Janna decided that he was going to be her friend -- until middle school. She was someone who pulled him out of his shell and forced him into new experiences. (A lot like Star did now, without the magic or monsters or psychotic princess academies.) She also helped him work through his anxieties, mostly by telling him he was crazy and that the "future'll be what the future'll be." He didn't fully understand what she got from him until he was much older and they'd grown apart: stability and unconditional love.

"I was homeless," he said, smiling weakly, "dragging around the laser dogs, who scared away anyone who tried to help us. Slowly dying from exposure. Expecting to be the dogs' next, and maybe their final, meal."

"Wow," said Janna, cringing, "you went from zero to caa-razy really fast." She waited for a bit before asking, "What started it?"

"Why are you here?!" asked Marco, too loudly to be polite. "I mean, it's after" -- he looked at the clock next to the head of his bed -- "nine o'clock. Shouldn't you be in your house, in your bedroom, getting ready to sleep?"

"Yeah, I gue--"

"But here you are, in my room, wearing that too small jacket and that beany I gave you, as a gift, when my parents took us to the snow. Forever ago."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat down. "I'm sorry. I just...  I don't understand. Why are you here, Janna?"

When she didn't answer, he opened his eyes. She wasn't smiling. There was no mischievous glint to her eyes. She looked tired and... sad? He hadn't seen her like this for a long time. She'd been happy-go-lucky, trickster Janna for so long. She let everything roll off her back. She didn't care what other's thought. She was Janna!, with and exclamation mark, and no one could do anything about it. He'd forgotten that she is as human as he is.

She looked at him, sighed, and said, "I need a place to crash, Marco. For tonight."

"Sure," said Marco, without a single contrary thought. "Let's just get you across the hall into Star's room." He knew his parents would be cool with Janna sleeping over with Star even if they weren't asked.

"Thanks, but, nah, I'd rather sleep here."

He didn't think his parents would be cool about that. And he didn't know if he was cool with it either. Just because all those nighttime shows that happened to take place at a highschool showed that this kind of a moment was every boy’s dream at all times, didn't mean it was true. Not that Marco would ever... No. NO! He wasn't ready. He knew he wasn't ready. But if she wanted to go really slo-- NO! His imagination was a dangerous thing and he didn't need it to interfere with his thoughts. Especially with his friend in the room. Especially in his pajama pants. This wasn't a good idea.

"I don't think that's a good idea?" he asked, feeling like an idiot for talking that way. He quickly corrected himself, "It's not a good idea." Firm and to the point.

"Why?"

"W-well," he stuttered, "it's because, uh, you’re a boy and I'm a gi--" What did he just say? "No, it's because I'm a gir--" GAH! "Darn-it, you know what I'm trying to say."

"Yeah, but we used to do it all the time."

This was true. Between the ages of six and eleven, Janna practically lived at his house. Almost every afternoon she'd walk home with him and they'd play and do homework until she left, sometimes that was after dinner, sometimes not. On weekends She'd spend the night and they'd build blanket forts to sleep in, or drag out his parents' old sleeping bags to the back yard, or simply stay up late in his room reading stories to each other. One of his happiest memories was a whole Saturday where they barely said anything. They just played with his Legos. It's not often you could be so quiet with someone and feel so close to them. So happy with them. When he got older, Marco was surprised that his parents let her spend so much time with him. At the time, though, he didn't care. His best friend in the world practically lived with him. It was almost like having a really cool sister. But she wasn't his sister.

"We were little kids!"

"So?"

"So!" Marco said, throwing his arms into the air.

"Yeah. So?"

"So, I think the only difference between us that I recognized was that you weren't me."

She smirked and said, "You knew some other things were different about us when we traded clothes."

He felt himself blush and her smile grew wider. She was a slick one. Always an answer that made him feel awkward so he couldn't think clearly.

"Maybe," he said, choosing his next words carefully, "but to me it was more like the difference between you having black hair and me having brown hair. It was just one more thing that made you, you."

"You know better now, though. You have the internet."

"Of course I ha--" The back of his neck flushed and his faced burned hotter. She had no way of knowing anything. He was very safe on his phone. He cleared his browser history. She was just trying to fluster him again. Like always. And if he didn't give in she'd spend who knows how long making him more and more uncomfortable.

He asked, "Will your parents be okay with this?"

"Pffft. They'll be fine. You know my parents."

Except, he didn't know her parents. He wasn't sure he'd ever met them. He could remember visiting Janna's house once when they were nine, maybe ten, and he had been a little scared the whole stay.

Once upon a time, her house had been like every other house in the neighborhood, but at some point someone had given up taking care of it. A low chain-link fence with holes divided the yard from the sidewalk. Wires stuck out into the sidewalk, waiting to catch on someone’s clothes, or scratch an arm or leg. Old, rusting pieces of bikes and lawnmowers and who-knows-what were scattered on the patchy lawn. The driveway had four beat-up cars parked in it. Marco couldn't tell by looking at them which ones ran and which didn't, if any of them ran at all. The paint that caught the most sun had faded and was peeling. The rest was flaking off the house. Everywhere he looked at her house made him uncomfortable and a little sad.

He felt even worse when saw the inside. The entry was a mess of dried mud and random things that had been dragged in from outside. The walls had random holes and were lined with stuff: used paper plates, old shoes that were falling apart, chewed up bones, broken toys, and lots of things Marco couldn't or didn't want to identify. There were paths down the center of halls, but he had an eerie feeling that something could jump out of the stuff at any moment and grab him.

Older and younger kids darted around Janna and Marco as they walked. Too many too close to the same age to all be Janna's brothers and sisters. Cousins, maybe? Marco didn't ask. Since they first arrived at the house, Janna had a stiff smile on her face every time she looked at him. He thought that she must be as uncomfortable with him there as he was at being there. He wanted to tell her it was okay, but it wasn't.

It wasn't where someone like Janna should live and he knew it. She deserved to live in a place like his home, only better. She deserved a tree house and swimming pool. She deserved clean floors and a lawn. She deserved a place that made her feel warm and safe like she made him feel. This was not that place.

Her house, which was surprisingly big, seemed to wind back on itself. Was she giving him a tour, or was it like Ikea and they had to follow a path that would eventually lead them back to the front of the house? At one point they stopped at an open door. There was an old woman sitting in the dark on a lounge chair, watching TV, and drinking a beer. The air coming out of the room smelled stale, wet, and thick. The sounds from the television were of a language he couldn't recognize. Janna went in to speak with the old women. They whispered, so all Marco heard were pieces of sound. Eventually, Janna kissed the old woman on the cheek and walked out the door. She had that same stiff smile as she moved past him.

She stopped in a part of a hall where a space had been marked off by a curtain. The curtain was lit up from behind. Small beams of sunlight came through holes in the curtain and spread over the dirty carpet. Janna took a deep breath and pulled him behind the curtain.

For a moment, Marco was blinded. He blinked away the light and got his first look at something in this house that was Janna's. More that, it was Janna. Clothes were scattered across the carpet, which didn't look as grungy as the rest of the house. The tiny desk had a pile of library books; he immediately recognized several from the Plots to Petrify series, her current literary love. Above the desk were drawings of werewolves and skeletons and clowns all looking horrible. (Skeletons and clowns were always smiling, how could they be so scary?) Her bed sat on a series of drawers, the kind his parents used for crafts. The sea-foam green comforter was rumpled, probably the same as it was since she left for school. For the first time since they approached the house, Marco felt comfortable.

He smiled a genuine smile. Janna smiled, too. This one actually reached her eyes.

Marco sat on her bed and Janna at her desk. They did their homework together and talked about the most recent episodes of Quaking Quakers to the noise of the other kids running around the halls and out in the back yard. But they hardly heard anything except each other.

When the sun started setting and they could hear other voices, older voices, Janna led him out of the house. They walked in a more direct route to the door. She walked him to the nearest bus stop and waited with him. As the bus pulled up, she looked at her feet and quietly thanked him for coming. His instinct was to say that it was his pleasure, but it wouldn’t come out. He climbed on the bus with a simple your welcome and see you at school tomorrow.

The bus ride home was short, but it was also worlds away.

"You want some PJs to wear?" Marco asked, shaking off the memory. "I can get you some PJs. They're in the dresser."

"I'll get 'em," Janna said.

She darted around him and rooted through the drawers. His drawers. His shirts. His pants. His socks. His underwear!

Why did he get so embarrassed over underwear? Most of them were in good condition. No holes where holes weren't supposed to be. Besides, she knew he wore underwear, just like she wore underwear... probably.

Marco shook that thought out of his head.

"I think," said Janna, "I'll wear these shiny shorts and this shirt."

She held the clothes close to her chest, turned around, and bumped the open drawer closed with her hip. She waggled her hand at him and, with her nose up in the air, said, "Now be a gen-teal man and face away from me." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.

Marco turned around.

"Thank you. One wouldn't want one to get any inappropriate ideas, would one?"

"Too late for that," he muttered

"Did you say something?" she asked, still sounding snooty.

"I said," said Marco, raising his voice so she could hear him, "that it's too late for that. For ideas, I mean."

She didn't answer and this unnerved him. She always had a quick response for everyone. Nothing seemed to catch her off-guard. She was either always prepared or just too cool to care. He hadn't experienced this much silence around Janna since they were little kids. And he got her. He flustered her. He did to her what she always does to him.

Why did he feel so bad about it?

"You still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, her voice muffled, "I'm here."

"I-- I shou-- I wanted to--," he stuttered.

"Don't worry about it."

"But I didn't want to make you feel--."

"You didn't. It's kind of flattering. I never thought that you..." Her voice drifted off.

"Hey, I'm not a eunuch."

"Yeah, but you’re, you know, Marco."

He sighed, "The 'safe kid.'"

"That's not what I mean. I've known you almost all my life. You're like my brother. Except, better than my actual brothers.”

He smiled.

"You can turn around now."

There she stood, her clothes bunched together in a messy pile at her feet. He watched the beany land and stared at the pile and tried not to think anything.

"Marco?"

He slowly -- too slowly? -- raised his eyes. He saw her legs every day because she wore skirts, but something seemed different. Just a little bit of green shorts showed under the gray shirt, which was too big for her. His stomach and heart lurched a little. His cheeks flushed. He didn't feel ready for any of the thoughts in his head, but they were there. His eyes continued their journey up. That's when he saw which shirt she had picked.

And it was the photo shirt. The one he bought at KarateKon. The one that says "I Kissed a Ninja." The one with the picture of him kissing a ninja. His mind went blank. His cheeks burned.

"Santa Maria," he whispered, "me da la fuerza para sobrevivir esta prueba."

It was times like these that he wished he were more like Star. She could handle anything. Marco could handle many things -- including, but not limited to, monster attacks, flying horse heads, hungry saber-toothed cats, pirates with planks, Tom -- but not everything. One of the big things he couldn't handle was when he confirmed to the rest of the multi-verse just how uncool he really was. When it happened, it hurt. Wounded him deeply. He got embarrassed, flush, and angry with himself and everything he thought everyone was thinking. When it was over and he was alone, he got embarrassed and angry again. This time at himself because he knew -- HE KNEW! -- that it shouldn't matter to him. But it did matter.

At home alone, or with Star, it was so easy to just be Marco Diaz. To watch cheesy movies. To work on his line of Princess Marco dolls. To dance in his room only wearing underwear. It was all fun and made him feel good. And that was all that mattered.

But out in the real world, fun isn't what mattered. Being like everyone else mattered. It mattered so much to be thought to be like everyone else because when you’re like everyone else, everyone else might like you or at least leave you alone.

His stomach hurt. Thoughts like these always made it hurt. Only time and distraction were the cures.

"Did you really kiss a ninja?" Janna asked, pulling the shirt out so she could see the picture better.

"Yeah. Why?"

"That is so cool."

"Really?"

"Totally!" She smiled at him.

He didn't understand how a shirt that had a picture of him kissing a ninja under the words saying that he kissed a ninja could ever be considered cool. And, although he still felt embarrassed, it didn't feel the same. It felt, warmer? Safer? Comfortable? Was that a thing? A comfortable embarrassment?

He smiled back.

"There's an extra pillow under the bed," he said. "I'll go get you a sleeping bag."

Janna's face flushed, "I thought we could..." She looked at the bed.

"Sure," he said, not wanting to argue. "Just grab the pillow and turn off the light, please."

Marco went to his bed and threw back the covers. He scooted as far as he could in a twin bed to make sure she had enough room to be comfortable. As he settled into his bed, the overhead light turned off.

"Hey!" he said, as a pillow hit him in the face.

Janna laughed as she hopped into bed.

He handed her the pillow and pulled the covers over them. She adjusted her body, settling herself into the bed. With both under the covers, on their backs, staring at the ceiling, he reached out and turned out the light on his night stand. A dim light from the neighbor's back yard came though his window. Just enough that he could make out the beams in the ceiling.  

He listened to her breath for a minute then asked, "Janna, why are you here tonight?"

There was an eternity of silence before she said, "Do you remember when I used to sleep over and there were some nights when I couldn't fall asleep and you'd invite me to sleep next to you?"

He remembered. There were nights where her breathing was ragged. Sometimes there was even quiet sobbing. On those nights he would get out of bed, take her hand, and bring him back to bed with him, without saying a word. He'd listen to her uneven breath grow smoother, until it became regular and she was asleep. The whole time, he held her hand.

"Yeah," he said.

"I..." her voice cracked. She cleared her throat.

The beams in the ceiling become blurry as Marco’s eyes grew watery. He slid his hand under the covers and took hers in his.

[noncompliant-fuckery]

Do I even need to send this? 1-65 have fun :))

Yes you did :) I lowkey like answering these so i'm not too mad

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?

You can say that, yea.

20 :Have you ever been deeply in love?

Nah I wouldn’t say I ever really was in love before.

3: Longest relationship you’ve ever been in?

I was young af but about 4 or 5-ish years. BUT we broke up at least once a year so it wasn’t very consistent but then again we never dated other ppl in between and it was never bad break ups either.

4: Have you ever changed for someone?

No not really

5: How is your relationship with your ex?

Haven’t seriously talked to them in years. Talk to their brother tho often on facebook.

6: Have you ever been cheated on?

Don’t think so but they were allowed to.

7: Have you ever cheated?

Nope

8:Would you date someone who’s well known for cheating?

No

9: What’s the most important part of a relationship?

Communication mainly, also have to be comfortable with them really and the rest just builds off that.

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

Never really had either as an adult so can’t really judge but I’d say I like serious relationships

11:When you are dating someone do you believe in going on “breaks”?

If its necessary, sure. In the end I’d want you to be happy with or without me. Not really prefered tho.

12: How many people have you hooked up with?

None :/

13: What’s one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

Being afraid to do shit. I’m far too shy for my own good.

14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?

It’s prudish but I think after high school at the very least so 17-18.

15: Do you believe in the phrase “age is just a number”?

As long as everyone is legal sure. After that It just depends but I guess I believe in this.

16: Do you believe in “love at first sight”?

It’s impossible.

17: Do you believe it’s possible to fall in love on the internet?

Yea for sure, it’s less about looks at this point and more about personality and mind

18:What do you consider a deal breaker?

No sense of humor, bad attitude I guess, just not a good person really.

19: How do you know it’s time to end a relationship?

When its not working anymore. One or both isn’t happy and it can’t be fixed

20: Are you currently in a relationship?

Nope, im pretty single :)

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

Yea definitely, the goal is to not end on really bad terms.                          

22: Do you think people should date their friends?

I mean sure, essentially that’s how relationships are supposed to start right? Like you can’t date someone who you wouldn’t think would be a good friend to you in the end?                                23: How many relationships have you had?

Two. We were confirmed as a couple for maybe half a month maybe a whole one, then I told his sister I didn’t want to date him anymore cause he was lame at it and she relayed the message. The other one was the long one.                        

24:Do you think love can last forever?  

It can last as long as you allow it.                              

25:Do you believe love can conquer all things?   

soorrtofff….BUT only if both parties can find mutual ground to make it work if they even want that still.                             

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?

No, they aren’t in the relationship, I am. My dad never approved of my sisters boyfriends, we’ll see how they handle me with a girlfriend when it comes to it. My mom tho, she’ll befriend you in the end.                            

27:If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?   

Do you want to be a 21 year old virgin? I thought so, get it the fuck together and loosen up around ppl.. It wont kill you, promise.                            

28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?  

If the two can compromise on meeting as often as possible, yea.                     

29: What do you notice first about another person?  

Lol I’m with you on this one Gabs, like I need to know if they’re gay before I even catch feelings now                              

30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?  

Gayyy ;)                              

31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?   

I’d be far too worried for them but it just depend how i really feel for you.                            

32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?

I kicked my ex in the balls lot as a kid...super sorry for that dude… :/                               

33: Do you want to get married one day?  

I’ve thought hard about it but I can’t see it. I can hardly see myself in a relationship because of lack of experience. If I was asked one day, and I love you to the moon and back then for sure let me love you that much more but it I feel like I don’t feel the need to really need the title..                         

34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed?  

Sorry love, no can do..i’ll engrave a necklace instead. I can barely commit to simple tattoo.                          

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?   

I could but I do want to actually have sex one day in my life.                           

36:Are you still a virgin?

yea

37: What's more important: Looks or personality?

personality                             

38: Do you enjoy love films?   

Gay ones sure                             

39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses?    

I think I did once in middle school. When I was talking to this girl I made a origami rose to send in the mail cause she didn’t live in the states but she refused to give me her address. She wasn’t worth the 5 hours it took me to make it.. Honestly tho I'm a giving kind of person.                           

40:  Have you ever had a valentine?

yup                      

41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?

The literal meaning of netflix and chill. We can do special shit if you’d want but I’m happy if we are just having a good time doing nothing.                              

42:  Have you ever read "Romeo & Juliet"?  

In high school.                              

43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends?  

I wouldn’t be able to really choose. Every person has special quality to them that’s not worth losing over another. Friends can be my ride or die and my partner can be someone I deeply connect with. Friends are essentially family but so is a partner. I can’t choose between the two                              

44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?  

It plagues my dreams every night. (yes)                          

45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?

yea                                

46:  Have you ever been "friendzoned"?

Some didn’t even know i was working for something higher with them. Others I was just too late on speaking up.                               

47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite?   

Ellen and Portia                             

48: What's your favorite love song?

At this moment Juke Jams by Chance the Rapper                               

49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?   

According to his brother..yes.                             

50: If you're single, why do you think you are?  

Too shy. Attractiveness maybe. Other than those I really don’t know. I’m not very lucky at life.                              

51:  Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice person?  

Poor and a nice person.                    

52:  Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?    

I try my best in the end. But probably not.                            

53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?    

Probably a little. But never bitter about it. Just a “must be nice” moment every once in awhile.                        

54:  How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on Facebook)?    

I’m a private person mostly so its not important at all. I’d clam you in a heart tho if I feel i need to.                          

55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"?  

Maybe a healthy amount of each honestly. The moment I realize I’m doing too much I know when to back off.                              

56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?

No                                

57:Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart?     

No, some people just feel so deeply that they can’t take it and that’s understandable. I won’t judge this decision..                        

58:  Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship?

It’s quite possible I’m both. Ask me again when I get more experience.                          

59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary?

Yes but I’m good at writing these things down so I don’t                         

60: What's your opinion on open relationships?  

I’m okay with it if it’s something I truly can’t give you. We’d have to discuss it but I wouldn’t automatically say no to it.                              

61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family?  

Family is important to me mostly but so would my partner. I really can’t choose one over the other tho. I’d want to love them both equally...                             

62: How do you define "cheating"?   

I feel the same way as you Gabs, the moment you think you need to hide it, you're cheating.                         

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?  

Lol no, do what you gotta do.                              

64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?    

A bit. But it’s cute in the end. I’m not anti valentine’s day                            

65:  Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"?   

We’ll see but I think I am.