#her old habits of self isolation & overthinking everything

[celestialiron]

@betherfly98 I need you to read this & tell me this isn’t them coded?! 😭🥹 seeing as you’re basically my beta reader 🤣

I’m legit crying, this was a great read after my rehearsal!

I’m obsessed, this is fantastic! You wrote Kira soooooo well, you’ve done her so much justice! 👏 My baby has grown & it definitely shows here, I love everything about it & more! 🥹🩵🩵🩵

Writing Request: OC x Donnie Past Mementos 🗝️

Choo-choo, I'm a chug-chug-chugging down this request train, next up we got @celestialiron with their OC, Kira, and Mr. Donatello himself.

From now until the poll closes, if you can prove to me that you voted Hassan/Mikey in this poll then I will do any short story writing request like the one below or draw you any doodle of your choosing!

ᴰᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ᶦᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ.

Sweet, established all ages relationship doting below:

"Alrighty!" Donnie heaved another box out from an overstuffed closet and set it on the floor. "I believe with that, we have excavated all the fossils you have been storing."

"Thanks for your help." Kira responded where she was looking through a box.

"Give and take, my darling!" He chirped and danced around the plethora of boxes. "You helped me tidy my lab and I'm obliged to help with cleaning of your own."

"We're looking for photographs." She reminded him.

"Yes, of course." He was very clearly not convinced. "Totally not getting rid of some of these old and unnecessary artifacts."

She quieted and sent him a look as she held a letter to her chest.

A letter he had written.

One that was only a few lines when he had given her a wrench set after he found she only had one adjustable one.

It was a scrawl about how hers was unsuitable.

It was more.

Just like him, whenever he was cold, it was always calculated. He was both startlingly honest, but also self conscious to a fault. The two personality traits were often at odds with each other, but she had long seen through them. She had watched his tangible growth from meeting him to dating him and these mementos represented each step he had taken in loving her.

She cherished them as much as him.

"Shall I start on a box over here?" He prattled off as he sensed his mistake.

"Sure. Anything that looks like old family photos." She tucked the letter amongst other leaflets and continued her search.

"I hope to find some of your baby pictures before you do."

"Donnie!" She protested though her tail swayed with affection.

He caught the move and felt he had rectified the situation as he opened a container.

For a short time, they fell into a groove of shuffling articles.

Then Donnie snorted a single sharp time.

Kira was reading an old supplies list from The Fiery Troupe when he ear twitched in his direction.

He said nothing more, but she felt compelled to glance.

He sat there waiting with a key chain dangling from his fingers.

"You still have this?" He tried to keep his guffaw down.

"Of course!" She tried to snatch it from him, but he held it higher.

"This is junk! It's embarrassing! I bought this for you...!" His eyes darted. "Oh...!" He wilted with the memory. "Before we started dating. I don't know why I thought this would impress you. Some random bauble in comparison to your beauty!"

The word junk hit her swiftly.

His thoughts on the time being embarrassing struck her next.

Is that what he thought of their early years?

They had never really discussed it in that way.

For her those were precious memories.

She had finally began to emerge from her shell and learn that the world had joy once again. Where he was ashamed of this trinket, she had kept it safe in this box with the rest of her memories. The day he had given it to her was precious. She had friends prior, but Donatello had always held a special place in her heart. She had fumbled her friendship with him early on, but they had only grown stronger for it. Him buying her this gift, some key chain or not, was representative of that foundation.

She was worthy.

He would be there.

He was making light of her memories again.

The thought chilled to the the point that her tail came swishing around her folded legs.

He should have known.

He should have known that was all she had.

For everything she had suffered, each one of these items grounded her. They reminded her there was more. From the inside jokes coded into group messages to birthday cards, they were tangible forms of the times she had. In many ways, they were the final existence of happier times and knowing that not everything was doomed, that there had been pockets of joy, had helped keep her going more than once.

She stood straight up with her eyes on the floor.

"Kira...?" She felt Donnie shift where he was still on the ground.

She shot him a single look.

She refused to let the tears fall.

She saw it in his face.

They sharpened her icy glare.

In a single glance she sent him all her displeasure with his attitude before she turned and ran.

"Kira!"

He screamed out after her, but she was in motion.

He could catch her.

It was his trackers and goggles.

She also long knew enough to evade them.

When she needed to tuck into peace.

When she fell back on old habits that kept her safe.

She ran.

She needed that moment to herself.

That moment to breathe.

Twisting far from the apartment and doubling back to confuse his sensors, she broke through one empty building out out multiple hallways until she found an alcove that was easy to miss. This was it.

A dirty decrepit room that was perfect.

She slunk inside and curled up with her tailed tucked around her.

When she was young she would hold it if she could get a grip on it.

A soothing mechanism, just as this was.

Self isolation to keep one safe.

If she was alone then no one could leave her. If she was here then she couldn't know something else inevitably got hurt. If she stayed then she would never have to deal with that burden.

She would be shielded.

She sank into her own fur and her own scent.

There was Donnie there.

Her scent was not longer fully her own.

It hadn't been in years.

Cohabitation and trading products.

Sleeping in bed and early morning cuddles.

Long days hold one another.

Notes of flowers from her shop.

The bitter essence of medicinal herbs.

Donatello.

He was as much a part of her as those memories.

He was etched not into her fur, but her skin.

He was more than just that keychain.

He was more than her thoughts.

She carried him.

She hiccuped on the thought.

She carried him in her heart.

Just as she did all her loved ones.

She unfurled for a breath.

Time changed her too.

Long ago she used to disappear for weeks on end when she ran.

That shortened to days.

Which shortened to a few hours.

She wasn't sure how long it had been this time, but it as at least the same day.

She didn't feel better, but she did feel like going back.

Back to her home.

Back to her memories.

Back to her heart.

She wondered if she could get away with it, she wondered as she got onto her paws. She sort of hoped he might let her little outburst slide so she wouldn't have to burden him. They could quietly carry on in searching for the photos and he wouldn't bring up trashing her belongings again. They'd have a nice dinner and that would be good enough. They would move on and he would carry that this was not a territory she wanted trifled with.

That was progress and she crept long the hallway.

Etchings on the walls greeted her as she passed.

They were memories of their own of when this building was more.

Eviction notices and graffiti.

Tales of hiding away and trying to disappear.

They weren't healthy reminders.

There was a difference, she decided as she got out into the open air.

The mementos she kept were ones that brought about happy memories. She didn't keep the ones that brought about ilk. It might have been hard from someone outside the sphere of her head to notice that and she could acknowledge that was something she forgot. The two of them moved with such cohesion these days, she forgot Donnie couldn't read her mind.

He was being his usually dry, sarcastic self.

He had said that thing about being compared to her beauty.

Her cheeks were warm as she returned to their apartment.

It was a drop down and she expertly slipped through the window she had fled from.

It was still open.

It was her invitation.

Waiting for her to return.

Please come back; I'm here.

She only looked up from the dim bedroom to see something very obviously laying on the ground in the doorway. She padded over to it with a tilting head and found it to be an old Run of the Mill leaflet. She had grabbed it from her first trip to the restaurant with the brothers to remember the night they had all gone out.

She immediately spied something else.

Another memento, this time from a few months after the pizza place for a play Mikey had helped out in.

She had highlighted his name in the program so she would never forget who she had gone there for.

There was more.

A photo was next, one from one of those overpriced booths.

Everyone had piled it and most of pictures were blurry, but she adored them.

The trail continued.

It was a walk through her relationship with Donatello.

The memories conjured were a step wise process.

She was getting closer to him as she collected bits and soon found the keychain laying propped up with a new origami heart. When she turned it over, it had been stamped with the date along with a note that said 'the day Donnie apologized yet again.'

She puffed a watery laugh at that before continuing on.

She wound through their apartment and found all the boxes were cleaned and stowed.

She had a feeling who was at the end of it all, but she let herself move slowly through first dates and first kisses.

Their hearts drew closer and closer, until she was nearing the kitchen and Donnie ducked a little too obviously behind the counter.

There were only a few more pieces.

A cute napkin from a place that had crepes.

A program from a dine and watch movie.

Last week when she perfectly peeled a sticker off a package that Donnie had ordered.

It was innocuous, but it was cute.

It was stuck to her finger when she rounded the counter.

He didn't bother getting up and instead was bowed down in apology. "Kira."

"It's okay..." She moved to meet him.

"No." He cupped around her hand and mementos. "You've never made fun of what was important to me. I shouldn't have done that to you. I just... hate thinking about how I used to be. So dramatic."

She gave him a sly look that said he still was.

He gave a guilty grin before he softened. "What you've collected is amazing. Things I barely remember. Things I don't know if they mean anything, I don't think I even got everything that suitably represents us, but I did my best to construct our timeline. I'm glad we did it. Every second."

She nodded and the weepy nature was back, but she was trying to shake it free.

He pulled her close. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"I found the photos too. They're on the counter."

Kira chuckled. "Good."

"Do you...?"

He didn't continue and she looked up at him.

"... still want to make more... with me, I mean?"

"Always." She told him with full certainty and leaned up to meet him in a kiss.

[kfanboyships]

Hi hi~! I was wondering if it’s alright to request a general ship for txt, seventeen and wayv please?

I’m 22 years old and my pronouns are she/her. I’m 5’5 with a pear shaped body type. I also have big green eyes, short brown hair, I wear glasses and I have a few piercings. I don’t have a set style, but I usually wear comfy or alt clothes.

My personality changes depending on who I’m around. But around strangers, I’m very anxious, awkward and shy. I have major social anxiety, so meeting people makes me anxious and making new friends is hard for me. Once I’m comfortable around someone I’m the complete opposite! I’m much more talkative, bubbly, sarcastic, feisty, sassy, cuddly, outgoing, dorky, and a crackhead LOL. My friends would describe me as being gentle, sweet and cute, but with a ✨spicy✨side. I’m not afraid to speak up when I feel it’s needed. I’m usually the oldest in friend groups, but I often get mistaken as being the youngest because of my youthful personality and looks. There are times I can be super sensitive, emotional and insecure because I overthink EVERYTHING 🥲. I have a hard time managing my emotions, so it’s a daily struggle to keep them in check also pretty draining. I’m also a sleepy person, so I’m tired 24/7 no matter how much sleep I get. I enjoy helping others out and seeing them smile/laugh. I get easily annoyed and overwhelmed, but it doesn’t take long for me to be back to my usual bubbly self. I can sense someone’s moods and energy and I often reciprocate them too. So I guess you can say I’m an empath? I also love playing banter and teasing…that’s how I show my love to others LMAO. I also ADORE hugs and cuddles, but only from close friends and partner. Being touched by someone I don’t know triggers my anxiety and may cause a panic attack. I have a bad habit of cursing when I’m frustrated and self isolating too.

I love animals and kids, but babies kinda make me anxious lol. I ADORE anything cute, soft, fluffy and comfy such as pillows, blankets and stuffed animals. I enjoy taking naps, baths, yoga, food, watching trashy shows, drama, video games, makeup, musicals, shopping, making others laugh, tarot readings, traveling, nature, going on walks and drives, star gazing and cloud gazing, and singing (but I’m way too shy to sing in front of others). I DESPISE spiders, crowds, loud noises, being yelled at, waking up early, and confrontation even though I love drama LOL.

Thank you so much and I hope you stay happy and healthy~! 🥰💜

Woah, so much info, this is so helpful thank you! Also you sound like a very fun person :) I hope you like your ships!

TXT: Yeonjun

I don't feel like Yeonjun has an ideal type moreso that he'll just find someone attractive by their personality, and I feel like he'd find you to be an interesting and fun person but also cute! I think he'd like your style and you guys could have cool matching alt outfits, but have matching sweatpants and hoodies on lazy days. Your personalities would also go well together because you're the parent types in a friend group and would take great care of each other but also being loose enough to make jokes. (Bonus: he'd kill spiders in the dorm when you come over even if he doesn't like bugs)

Seventeen: Vernon

Based off of description I just feel like you guys would look cute together idk it just makes sense to me, Vernon has quite a big personality and is quite a jokester but can also tend to be awkward, which is probably how you guys end up being close, it may start off awkward but you bond over these moments. He'd admire your ability to raise the mood of a situation even if you're struggling yourself, and he'd always be there to listen and offer advice to you.

WayV: Hendery

So firstly you guys are close in age, you're both known to have quite the spicy side, and you can be quite dorky. But Hendery still loves you for who you are on your rough days and always knows how to cheer you up. I can see you guys having a lot of comfy days in playing video games and watching funny shows and movies and making fun of them.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Hi~! I was wondering if it’s alright to request a ship for stray kids please?

I’m 22 years old and I’m a Gemini. My pronouns are also she/her.

My personality changes depending on who I’m around, but with strangers I’m usually super shy, anxious and awkward. I have major social anxiety, so meeting new people freaks me out and it’s hard for me to make new friends. Once I’m comfortable around someone I’m the complete opposite! I’m much more talkative, bubbly, sarcastic, feisty, sassy, cuddly, outgoing, dorky, playful and a crackhead lol. My friends would describe me as being sweet and gentle, but with a ✨spicy✨ side. I’m not afraid to speak up when I feel it’s needed and it can get me into trouble sometimes. I’m also usually the oldest in friend groups, but I often get mistaken as being the youngest because of my youthful nature and looks. I love helping others out and making them smile. I’m more of an observer in social settings, I like to “scope” out my surroundings before I feel safe enough to converse with others. There are times I can be very sensitive, emotional, and insecure because I overthink EVERYTHING 🥲. So I definitely need lots of cuddles and reassurance. I’m good at reading others emotions and I can mirror them too, so I guess you can say I’m an empath. I can get annoyed and overwhelmed easily, but it doesn’t take long for me to get back to my normal bubbly and giggly self. SUPER forgetful and I often times space out. I have a bad habit of cursing when I’m frustrated and I self isolate when I’m feeling anxious and worried. I’m also a sleepy person, so no matter how much sleep I get I’m always tired.

I enjoy playful banter and teasing with my friends and partner. That’s how I show my love 😂. I also ADORE cuddles and hugs, but only from close friends and my partner. Being touched by someone I don’t know makes me feel anxious and can trigger a panic attack. I have really bad mood swings, so having someone more on the calmer side would help balance me out. My love languages are gifts, words of affirmation and physical touch.

I love animals and kids, but babies kinda make me anxious lol. I also have a pet cat named Jasper and he is my baby 🥺. I LOVE anything cute, soft, fluffy and cuddly such as pillows, blankets and stuffed animals. I enjoy taking naps, baths, watching trashy shows, drama, video games, makeup, musicals, shopping, making others laugh, tarot readings, traveling, nature, going on walks and drives, star gazing and cloud gazing, fashion and singing (but I’m way too shy to sing in front of others). I DESPISE spiders, crowds, loud noises, being yelled at, waking up early and confrontation even though I love drama LOL

Thank you so much and I hope you stay happy and healthy~! 🥺💜

Hi @ermbabyel!! So in SKZ, I really think Hanji would be the perfect fit for you. Like, I barely read the first few lines of your ask, and my mind was already screaming "Hanji Hanji Hanji lol. You say you're shy and anxious when meeting new people, right? He's like that too, but being teensy bit more extroverted will allow him to actually approach you instead of just watching from afar. And once the two open up to each other, I can legit sense the loudest and funniest duo come to life. He's big on hug and cuddles, so he'll always be able to show you his love, and I think he's pretty used to having love shown to him through banter bc Lee Know exists. So I really don't see him as being offended if you do get into a play fight with him, and on the contrary, he will play along. Having had suffered from anxiety, he appears to be the kind of person who will be able to understand what you're going through, and he will always be there to hug you better if you ever suffer from social anxiety or a panic attack.

I wouldn't really call him "calm," but he definitely is quite balanced, so I think he will be able to deal with your mood swings without losing his cool. He also seems like the type to really enjoy random couple activities or dates like going on walks or even just staying in watching TV. It's just, I think he's overall an amazing fit for you.

Hope you liked this, and I wish you the best of health and happiness as well💖

[stevesnailbat]

So I'm wondering if you could write something where the reader is feeling pretty depressed and Steve comforts them?

warnings: mentions of depression, death, anxiety, all around angst with some comfort at the end

word count: 1.8K

a/n: to anyone reading this, if you’re feeling down or need anyone to talk to, my inbox is always open. I’m here for you guys through everything and love you all. if you need them, here are some rescources for mental health. you are not alone in this fight

Sometimes, it’s hard to get out of bed. Sometimes, there’s no hope and it feels like nothing will ever go right. Sometimes, Y/N gets lost in her thoughts and can’t even bring herself to give her boyfriend a ring on the phone.

Today was one of those days. She felt so low and hopeless, like there was no way to get out of the hole that she’d dug herself. Days like these were hard enough as is, but today was extraordinarily tough for her. She knew she’d done it to herself, she’d ignored the bottle of antidepressants on her bathroom counter for about a week now and the old feeling of guilt and resentment had finally caught up to her. It was almost 2 in the afternoon and she hadn’t even thought about getting up, only about what could’ve happened on that fateful night and what she could’ve done differently.

She’d let herself go in the last week and Steve could tell. He tried to care for her and he tried to ask if she’d been taking care of herself and taking her medications, but she always put on a fake smile when asked questions like that. She hadn’t worn anything but sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts in three days, she hadn’t picked up any calls, she’d barely eaten except the meal her mother nearly forced down her throat the night before.

Six months had passed since the battle of Starcourt. She should’ve been recovered by now, right? She made it seem like she was, for the most part. That night had brought Steve into her life, and she’d be forever grateful for him. But right now, it was exactly six months had passed and she felt like she lost all progress that had been made. She was regressing to old habits that she’d developed in July, like sleeping all day, overthinking, putting herself into isolation. One day, she told herself, she could be sad and mourn for one day, for the six month anniversary. Deep down, she knew it wouldn’t just be one day, and so did Steve. Usually, he knew better than to come over unannounced, but this time was different.

It was almost two in the afternoon and she hadn’t even thought about getting up when she heard a knock at the front door. Her mom would answer it, she knew that. But a sense of dread filled her stomach as that sinking feeling crept up in her throat. She felt like she could vomit but had no will to move from her stop underneath the blankets. She knew who it was, but she didn’t have any desire to talk. The bedroom door creaked open after a small warning knock, signaling that he was coming in no matter what she wanted.

She didn’t need to look at the door to know who it was, the familiar smell of cologne and hairspray hit her nose as soon as he opened the door was all she needed to know it was Steve. The bed shifted beneath her as he sat on the edge of it, the sound of springs creaking making her want to hide beneath the comforter to avoid him. Before she could, Steve’s hand grabbed the edge of the blanket, he didn’t say anything as she whined in protest while trying to yank the blanket from his hands. When she finally looked over to him, she could see the pain in his eyes. As if it wasn’t already, guilt rushed through her veins once more and her lip quivered, she was the cause of his sadness.

She tore her eyes away from his gaze, choosing to stare at the fitted sheet beneath her instead. Steve didn’t know what to say, honestly. He knew why she was so sad, but he also knew she wouldn’t talk about it. She wasn’t ready to, she was never ready to talk about it.

“It’s January fourth.” she said eventually, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve sighed, craning his neck to get a look at where she was buried underneath the blankets. “It’s been a rough day.”

She didn’t know what to say to him now, probably because she couldn’t stop replaying those last moments of July 4th in her mind. She could’ve stopped it, she could’ve saved him. She could’ve helped, but she just had to get herself into a fight. If only it would’ve been her instead of him, she’d be in less pain, she’d be free.

Steve was in pain now too, but she was the cause once again. He wasn’t hurting like she was about Hopper, he wasn’t like an adopted child to the man. She’d grown to love the gruff man that Hop was, and she’s grown to love the man that El had made him even more. But he was gone, he’d been gone for months now and there wasn’t anything she could to take it all back anymore.

“It’s my fault.” she whimpered, an anxious feeling spreading through her fingertips as she began to go numb. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault, I could’ve—I should’ve—“

“Woah, hey, hey, hey. Slow down.” Steve said frantically, eyes wide as he saw her begin to curl into herself even more underneath the blanket. “What are you talking about?”

She had never told anyone about what happened in the base that day, it had been a secret between her and Joyce for six whole months. Six damn months of bottled up emotions, guilt, self-pity, all of it. She hadn’t spoken of the moment she woke up, just to see Hopper disappear into thin air in front of her. She never wanted to think about it again, but thought repression only worked for so long. It was all bubbling to the surface now, she couldn’t stop the words of panic from escaping her lips anymore.

“I—It’s my fault. I killed him.” she croaked, shaking her head profusely as Steve tried to claw the blanket down to pull her to him. “All my fault, I could’ve saved him. But I didn’t. I—“

“Hey, hey, please look at me.” he said as she sat up quickly, still covered in the sheets as if they’d protect her from the outside world. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you didn’t kill anybody.”

“Hopper.” she cried, tears brimming her eyes as Steve cupped her cheeks. “He—He’s dead. And I killed him, I should’ve been there to save him. But I got knocked out instead, the—the guard. He—He threw me into the wall and knocked me out, I was supposed to help. I was there to keep lookout and save them if something happened and I—I fucking failed. I should be dead. I don’t deserve to be here.”

“Stop, don’t say that.” Steve said, dropping his hands from her cheeks in disbelief of her words that dripped with malice towards herself. “You should not be dead, do not say that.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” she said hopelessly, tears finally spilling down her cheeks as she let out a gasp for air.

She wasn’t thinking about anything else in the moment, she wasn’t thinking about how her words could break Steve’s heart. She didn’t realize what she’d done until she locked eyes with him once more, seeing the look of defeat on his face as a single tear slipped down his left cheek. God, she was so selfish. She couldn’t even comprehend what those words would do to him until she saw him cry, she felt so selfish and she hated it. Honestly, it wasn’t her that was selfish. The depressive thoughts storming through her mind were, they wanted to destroy everything in their path, even if it included herself and her relationship with Steve.

“I—I’m sorry.” she said apologetically, wondering why she was even apologizing in the first place.

“You didn’t kill Hop, Y/N. Nobody killed him, he died saving all of us, alright? You and Joyce did everything you could to save him, that’s all we could have asked for.” he said while tracing his fingers along her hand soothingly. “You were brave, and you still are. And I love you for that, I love you and I—I don’t wanna lose you because of this guilt that you’re feeling. You deserve the world and I’m going to try my best to give it to you. I know it’s hard, I know that. But you gotta work with me, we can get through this, okay?”

“O—Okay.” she said softly, mustering up enough strength to give him a weak smile. “I’ll work with you.”

“I love you, please don’t forget it.” he said with a similar small smile, brushing some of her hair behind her ear.

“I love you too, Stevie.” she replied quietly, leaning into his embrace as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I brought you some candy, actually. If you want some.” he suggested, beside the bed to grab a grocery bag that was completely filled. “I might’ve went a little overboard, but I knew you were probably upset and I didn’t know what you wanted.”

She giggled for a moment as he sat the bag down in front of her, but faltered for a second after realizing she had lost all appetite about three days before. It felt like her stomach had been replaced with a gaping hole only to be filled by guilt and sadness, she had no desire to eat or do anything still. But, she had to try for Steve. She knew him too well and knew that he might actually break if she said no. So, she reached for the bag but his hand stopped her from reaching into it.

“Have you taken your medicine today?” he implored and her eyes widened slightly, his voice was filled with genuine concern. “Or at all this week?”

As soon as she shook her head, Steve was out the door. He came back in a few moments carrying the bottle of pills and a glass of water. He was struggling with trying to understand her problems, but all he really knew was that he needed to be there for her. She took the bottle from his hands hesitantly, but she knew it was for the best.

“I’m gonna get you one of those pill organizer things.” he said, watching her closely as she swallowed the pill. “And you know what? We’re gonna put candy in there with each pill so you’ll want to take it every day.”

She giggled softly at his suggestion, but knew he only wanted her to get better. He would do anything for her to get better, she just had a hard time seeing how much he loved her. The sting of guilt in her gut wasn’t going away any time soon, but Steve could be her temporary fix.

tags: @sourapplebaby @harringtown @jxnehxpper @queenofthehairharrington @heart-eye-harrington @daddystevee @charmed-asylum @lemonypink @igotmadskills @a-magey

[alexandertash-blog]

(HALE APPLEMAN. CISMALE. HE/HIM. THIRTY-ONE.) Hey, is that ALEXANDER TASH? I heard they’ve been in Salem for TWO YEARS and they’re working as a RADIO JOURNALIST. Last I spoke to ‘em they were pretty +INSIGHTFUL & PERSISTENT, but I hear they can be -PARANOID & SELF-CENTERED too. (tara, 28, she/her, est.) 

CLOUDS OF CIGARETTE SMOKE; OBSERVATIONS SCRIBBLED ON SCRAPS OF PAPER; FINGERS RUNNING THROUGH TANGLED HAIR; A VOICE ECHOING IN A COLD, DARK ROOM; A WELL-WORN DECK OF TAROT CARDS

Hey, hi, hello! I’m Tara, and I’m so excited to be a part of this group. I don’t use fancy tags or too much formatting because I’m lazy -- but, like, what my posts lack in aesthetic charm I like to think that they make up for in at least passably decent substance? Here’s hoping! 

Anyway, here’s my intro post for Alexander; some basic information can be found below the cut. 

a pre-emptive TLDR; Alexander is an outwardly friendly man who likes talking to people (and, by extension, learning information and rumors), and he hosts a radio show every night under the pseudonym Asher Wilde to provide news and entertainment for the town. However, he’s a hard nut to crack in terms of actually getting to know him because he keeps his personal life to himself, and he finds it difficult to trust others’ good intentions. He practices witchcraft independently of any coven, for a mixture of purposes.

A lengthier explanation is below, if you want to read more details! I mostly wrote it out for my own benefit, lmao.

Background:

Alexander Tash was originally from a small town in Illinois. He was the youngest of six siblings and pretty much learned to keep his head down, especially because his parents were extremely conservative and he didn’t exactly fit their idea of an ideal midwestern son. He was too talkative and curious, and he was never the picture of heterosexual masculinity, which made him an easy target for ridicule, especially from his older brothers. The sibling nearest to him in age was close to him, but other than that, Alexander doesn’t keep in contact with his family. 

He ditched town as soon as he earned a scholarship to study at a public university in Chicago. He majored in art history, but it was working a part time job at the school’s radio station that he really wound up enjoying, because he realized the power that an on-air microphone could provide. He didn’t bother changing majors at that point, but his voice became a nightly staple of the station, as well as at university events.  

His popularity at university blossomed because of this, and Alexander ended up being pulled into a large circle of friends. He was swept up in this at first - but eventually learned that they were using him (and his radio platform) to promote their own self-interests. He finally realized that didn’t really matter - he got the best scoops of info from them that he could then turn around and investigate further to broadcast the next day. 

After graduating, he worked a series of part-time jobs in downtown Chicago - a bartender, a personal shopper, a florist’s assistant - to pay the rent for his studio apartment while also doing part-time research for the art institute. It was absolutely miserable. 

Alexander moved to Salem by a stroke of luck when their radio station sent an online call out for audition tapes from would-be broadcasters. When they offered him the job, he came to Massachusetts specifically for the chance to be on air again. 

He lives in an old house that’s been converted into separate apartments, and he doesn’t have a car, so he either walks, bikes, or takes public transportation. You’ll usually find him out and about in town, except for in the evenings, when he works. 

Profession:

He runs radio channel Salem 104.3 fm. The network management that owns this particular station has four or five other channels in town as well that all work in the same office building, and Alexander talked them into letting him do pretty much whatever he wants on 104.3. 

He pre-sets a playlist of music for day and is only physically in the office from 5-10 p.m. He hosts a local news broadcast at 5 p.m. every day, followed by an informal talk show of sorts where he sometimes calls people to interview them, sometimes takes callers, and otherwise just finds interesting articles or bits of literature to read aloud during the breaks between songs.

He likes to find interesting news to report on, covering everything from local gossip to updates about town-wide news such as the murder. Whether or not the news is accurate is not really a concern of his, as long as it’s thought-provoking. He does try to provide all angles, though, and give as much information as possible, plus a healthy dose of speculation. (He wouldn’t consider himself a conspiracy theorist, but if the show fits...)

However: he didn’t want people in this town to try to manipulate him for their own interests, and he didn’t want people to censor themselves around him, either. So he disguises his voice on the radio (he speaks much more slowly and in a lower register) and broadcasts under a pseudonym (Asher Wilde), so unless someone listens very closely, they wouldn’t know that they’re the same person. Alexander doesn’t lie about his profession - if asked, he still says he works at the radio station, just in an administrative capacity instead of on air. 

Witchcraft: 

Alexander is a witch who is not part of either coven in town, though he’s heard that both of them exist, even if he doesn’t know all of the specifics. His magic style aligns more with the Witches of Requiem, to put him on the spectrum. 

He started practicing tarot in high school (because why not?) and his interest was more of a casual hobby until he realized that it was always right, as long as he knew how to understand what the cards showed him. Then it became more of an obsession. 

He’s met a few other witches to trade tricks and techniques but has never been part of a specific coven. His skills have grown, and he usually casts simple spells so he could be overlooked in public to hear better news, or spells intended to more easily allow him to gain others’ trust. He’s played around with casting protection spells on his listeners through the radio waves, but he has no idea if that works or not. 

He has a vindictive streak against people who seem to wrong him; he’s successfully hexed four people before, non-lethally, and does not feel guilty about it in the slightest (two former hook-ups, an ex-boyfriend, and one customer, all of whom deserved it, in his opinion). But he’s not in the habit of using magic to harm others, otherwise. 

He still trusts his tarot deck entirely, more-so than any human he’s ever met, and he’ll do tarot readings for people who have earned it, in his estimation. 

Personality:

Alexander doesn’t share much about his personal life. He much prefers listening to others, and will always try to spin questions back on the asker rather than reveal information about himself.

He’s made himself quite well-known in the time he’s been in Salem, and he has never lacked for company. He has acquaintances he drinks with, people he parties with, etc, but he wouldn’t consider himself to have any “friends.” 

That said, he’s also located at an odd intersection of isolation and vanity. He’s very self-centered, and he loves to be complimented, even if he doesn’t entirely trust sincerity. 

Upon first meeting, he tends to seem self-assured and friendly. He’s not afraid to jump right in to conversation,

When you get to know him a little better, you realize that he’s much less of an extrovert than he would appear to be. If it weren’t for having to find news to report on, he would be perfectly pleased to hole up in his room. But ever by himself, he overthinks everything and doesn’t know the meaning of the word “relax.” 

I can’t wait to start interacting with everyone else! I don’t use discord, but feel free to slide into my messages if you want plots, and we can work something out xoxo

[magics-protector]

Hi hi~! I was wondering if it’s alright to request a male ship for supernatural please?

I’m 22 years old and a Gemini. My pronouns are also she/her.

My personality changes depending on who I’m around, but I’m usually very shy, anxious and awkward around strangers. I have major social anxiety, so meeting new people freaks me out and it’s hard for me to make new friends. Once I’m comfortable around someone I’m the complete opposite! Im much more talkative, bubbly, sarcastic, feisty, sassy, cuddly, outgoing, dorky, and a crackhead lmao. My friends would describe me as being sweet, cute and gentle, but with a ✨spicy✨ side. Im also not afraid to speak up when I feel it’s needed. Im usually the oldest in friend groups, but I’m often mistaken as the youngest because of my youthful nature and looks. There are times I can be super sensitive, emotional and insecure because I overthink EVERYTHING 🥲. I can also get annoyed and overwhelmed easily, but it doesn’t take long for me to be my usual bubbly self. My emotions often control me, so it’s a daily struggle to keep my moods under control and it’s also exhausting. I absolutely enjoy playful banter and teasing….that’s how I show my love LOL. I love helping others out and seeing them smile and laugh. I also ADORE hugs and cuddles, but only with close friends and my partner. Being touched by someone I don’t know makes me super anxious and can trigger a panic attack. I have a bad habit of curing when I’m frustrated, I also tend to self isolate when I’m upset. SUPER forgetful and I’m always zoning out 😂. I’m also good at sensing others moods and energy, so I often reciprocate them (If someone around me is sad, I’m sad and so on).

I love animals and kids, but babies kinda freak me out 😂. I ADORE anything cute, soft, fluffy and cuddly such as pillows, blankets and stuffed animals. I enjoy taking naps, baths, watching trashy shows, drama, video games, makeup, musicals, shopping, making others laugh, tarot readings, traveling, nature, going on walks and drives, star gazing and cloud gazing, and singing (but I’m way too shy to sing in front of others). I DESPISE spiders, crowds, loud noises, being yelled at, waking up early and confrontation even though I love drama LOL.

Thank you so much and I hope you stay happy and healthy~! 💜

Alright, here we go! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy with school and working on a new fanfic series for Merlin.

Let's gooo!

Supernatural

I ship you with...

Castiel

Everyone's favourite Angel. I'm going to say it: you bring out the human in Cas. You can be the one to break that robotic shell of an Angel into the kind, amazing guy he is. Cas, in the beginning, doesn't understand a lot and you'll have to be patient with him but after a few years, he becomes a whole new person. Teach him how to be human, teach him emotions and he will be yours for all eternity. I believe Cas would love star gazing with all of my heart and really anything you'd have to show him, he'd probably harbour some kind affection for it - some more than others - because you showed it to him. To Castiel, once he has fallen for you, you become his whole world.

I hope you like it! Stay safe out in that crazy world of ours!

[daveywankenobie]

It’s 2am and my mind is racing.

I can’t sleep – and in any normal blog this would be the point where people would probably roll their eyes and say ‘he’s overthinking everything because it’s Friday and he has to weigh in tomorrow.’

However it’s not a normal blog. Nothing about anything is normal any more and I find that my mind has begun quietly screaming in silence as I’ve slowly watched things begin to turn both inside out and upside down around me.

I’ve internalised my feelings so much more than I have for many years lately because it’s been necessary. I can’t write with honesty and expose the lives and personal problems of others – and for the last two months this has largely been my issue.

Around the time I stopped writing (an unfathomable month and a half ago) a person close to me (not my partner) suffered a serious medical event that has had far reaching and long term consequences for their life.

They’ve moved from being independent to dependant practically overnight – and to see the deterioration whilst they fought to survive in hospital for two weeks was heartbreaking.

This was not just because of the pain and discomfort that they were experiencing at the time, but the emotional torment that it caused, both to them and those that care about them.

I started losing sleep almost immediately – and I’m not sure I’ve managed to sleep properly since.

Now in any normal blog this would be the root of my trauma, I’d talk through my feelings around how worried I am about them, why it’s meant I can’t talk, and why it’s de-railed my eating (which it has).

Biscuits have been a thing. I’m not going to lie.

Like I said though – these aren’t normal times in which we live and a sudden impulse to indulge in snacks seems to be relatively insignificant – because this person is not just gravely ill now – they’re classified as someone with a ‘significant underlying health condition‘.

With the last two months heralding the arrival of Covid 19 and the world turning upside down this person is also no longer the only and most significant thing I have to worry about.

Since I last wrote, pubs, clubs, restaurants, bars, cinemas, and leisure centres have all been told to close down.

All of a sudden there are people I love with ‘significant underlying health conditions’ all around me – and they all have to self isolate for 12 weeks.

Furthermore in our suddenly virus obsessed world people with a persistent dry cough and a fever have to self isolate for seven days – and anyone in their immediate household for  must do so for 14 so they they don’t pass on the infection on to others.

I’m in a bizarre reality now where it’s a worry to myself and my brother that my 80 year old father is taking public transport to a launderette to do his washing.

The television and radio are drip feeds of fear and I’m not ashamed to say that I’m terrified for what this could mean for myself and those I love.

Day to day I manage to hold it together and I do my job – but when I get home things are different. My partner can see it in my eyes just as I can see the weight of it all in hers. We’ve been sinking into each others arms for increasingly long hugs filled with sighs and occasionally tears too.

I’ve moved from what seemed like relatively minor worries about not having a career or working direction in life to getting a temp job in early January which now (in mid March) places me on the government’s ‘key worker’ list.

This is because my new job (although I never said at the time) happened to be a supporting role for the NHS.

I’m far away from front line that all of the doctors and nurses are on – but I’m close enough to them to get a sense of the scale of what is unfolding in the UK. Like me they’re nervous about what it means for the coming weeks and months as well as what the cost will be for their families, loved ones and personally.

There’s no hand sanitiser left in the world – and even if there was it probably wouldn’t matter.

On top of this the (surprisingly large number of people) I know who are suffering from ‘underlying health issues’ have almost overnight become ghosts and now I have an insight into what’s developing I fear for their wellbeing like I never have in the past.

In our developed and modern world we’ve been in control for so long – and now it seems like that (illusion?) is slipping.

All of a suddenly (if like me you try to shop after work) every shelf in every supermarket is empty – and even the most basic items are now seemingly out of reach to normal working people.

Furthermore they are fighting over toilet roll – and it makes my blood boil when every day when I walk past Aldi on the way to work at 8.30am I see people pushing trollies containing nothing but four packs of 12 roll toilet paper.

Who seriously needs 48 toilet rolls?!!!

It’s darkly comical that in a world where every breath we take contains the possibility of ingesting a potentially lethal virus we seem to be far more concerned about being unable to wipe our asses.

The memes are everywhere – and yet I’ve found it hard to laugh at the humour of it all.

Almost overnight (relatively speaking) I’ve moved from someone who usually wears his heart on his sleeve to being someone increasingly quiet and with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I know I’m not alone in this.

As social media organises itself around the problem of sudden and enforced isolation for the majority of the population I’ve seen the words ‘looking after your mental health’ again and again wherever I look online.

There are tips for staying fit and healthy, ideas about how to cope if you’re struggling with the enormity of Covid 19 and online sessions where people are forming choirs, orchestras, self help groups.

There are now and even online weigh ins.

You know it’s serious when Slimming World cancels all groups.

I’ve been off plan for two months now and in this respect things have not gone well diet wise. Loads of bad habits that I thought were gone forever have crept back in and I’m struggling to eat properly.

It doesn’t help when there’s absolutely no fresh food in the shops – but I’d be lying if I said that the sole reason I’m not coping with my food demons.

It’s comfort eating, plain and simple.

The mad thing is that this (a situation that would have filled me with a sense of personal failure in the past) is so far down the list of identifiable concerns in my life that it practically doesn’t even register.

I’m walking to work (I still need to go in to the office) along increasingly empty roads, on ever more silent pavements and the people I’d slowly begun to recognise every morning have withdrawn from sight.

The elderly Sikh lady I with oddly bright and clean trainers I passed daily down the road from her temple (presumably on the way to help or pray) is now gone.

The man in a high visibility jacket who rolled past me on his mountain bike always looking hung over near Sainsburys every morning is no longer there.

The student who was always smiling to herself whilst listening to her tunes that I passed by the recycling centre is now no longer walking to college with her brightly coloured blue laniard and badge.

The father and his son who every day sported a cheerful orange anorak (and is always in deep conversation with his dad) no longer walk hand in hand together along the road by the guide dogs for the blind.

The lady by the pub who always seems late and rushes past me to open her garage to get her little red car out is no longer turning the key in her lock.

The girl who stands by her garden wall near my house in a school uniform texting her friends as she waits for them is absent.

There are some people – but the faces I know are gone.

When I get to work there’s often barely anyone around – and I’m now sitting in a small room largely on my own (with occasional visitors) and working on the phone to try and help people who are just as worried and preoccupied as I am.

One area that I’m sure I’m not alone in though saying that I don’t know how to process what’s happening.

My partner is a teacher – and every single day that I’ve watched her leave for work recently (until yesterday when all the schools were closed to everyone but children of key workers) I’ve done so with a sense of dread and worry.

Five years ago I was alone, drunk, morbidly obese and flushing my life down the toilet. I didn’t have any fear of loss because I was certain I’d die through my own selfish and self destructive hand before anyone I loved.

Now that’s almost certainly not going to be true – and in the coming weeks things may well happen to reverse that stupid assumption in ways I could never have imagined back then.

Furthermore the spectre of my mother’s death suddenly looms large.

She passed away fighting for breath as her lungs filled with fluid – suffering from the side effects of chronic smoking.

Her hospital was calm, organised, well equipped and (despite what we may expect given political rhetoric about pressures on the NHS) well staffed and resourced.

She had a room to herself and the nurses caring for her appeared to be busy – but used to and capable of managing their workloads. They were able to respond to changes in her condition, and (somewhat amazingly) kept her alive much longer than I expected them to.

If what’s happening in Italy is going to happen here then we can expect a lot of very different outcomes and radically different care situations not just for people like her but everyone that needs support.

My primal fear of suffocation is (and has been for a few years) now inextricably linked to how she passed away – and the distress that I witnessed in her as she fought to breathe with her oxygen cylinders has never really left me.

Now it’s all back in my mind – because it’s on the horizon once more.

It’s real – and whilst I want to sit down and blog about positive things at the moment I just can’t.

I’m sorry.

I just need to start writing again, now more than ever – and share that I am struggling just like everyone else, but trying to find a way to cope. I want to reach out to the world once again and begin to talk openly about what’s going on inside my head, because it might help someone else as much as it helps me.

As we become more and more physically distant whilst we lock our doors and move into quarantine we must (as much as humanly possible) remain close and look after one another.

Plus – I’d like to finally blog at some point in the increasingly near future about the reality of what happens when the apocalypse arrives and there’s only one sheet of Andrex left.

Let’s face it – the puppy is soft, absorbent, loves to play in the shower and is infinitely re-usable. Furthermore if you have one with a darker coat (especially a puppy that doesn’t moult) then it’s practically the perfect crime.

So I guess I’ll leave you all (with a no doubt delightful) mental image there. It’s now 5 am and I’m no closer to being able to sleep – so I’m going to play a video game.

Part of me feels better for writing all of this down but I know there’s a lot more to come in the days, weeks and months ahead and I’m probably going to get deeper as time goes on.

I want you all to stay safe, stay healthy, and keep going – if only for the purely selfish reason that it would be nice to have someone left to read what I write when the dust settles and life eventually begins to return to normal.

Keep yourselves safe.

Davey

Use the puppy It's 2am and my mind is racing. I can't sleep - and in any normal blog this would be the point where people would probably roll their eyes and say 'he's overthinking everything because it's Friday and he has to weigh in tomorrow.'

[spideychelle-romanogers]

I Doubt Myself

Making of Michelle Jones - Prologue, Chapter 1

Start from the beginning || Series Masterlist 

After catching Michelle stealing jewels, the new mystery she brings into Peter's life defines his next adventure. There are new dangers coming to NYC and Michelle is playing a bigger part in Spider-Man's mission than Peter ever imagined.

T/W: none  Beta: Splendid_Splendont  Tags: spideychelle, pan!Peter, demi!Michelle, slow burn

Peter never knew just how complicated high school was going to be. Everything you saw on TV and in movies was relevant, yes, but it didn't quite cover all of the conflicting feelings on the subject. Yes, it was scary. It was nerve-wracking really. It was full of beautiful girls - like Liz - who distracted you at every turn. Then it's full of fat mouthed bullies that don't know what's coming to them in their sad, sad futures. That was all to say without mentioning the drama and conflict going on behind the scenes, pressure from parents - or in Peter's case, his aunt.

It's not that being in high school was just terrifying - but when you'd been through all he'd been through, it was boring. That was the scariest thing about it. Perhaps he never let his feelings bubble to the surface, but inside he couldn't help thinking about just how much else he wanted out of his life, out of this bubble full of cliques and locker room scuffles. He had fought the Avengers - he still couldn't believe it himself. He had been evaluated by Tony Stark's people. He had a costume designed for him. He had training. He faced off with Captain America.

His dreams were coming true, he was becoming a real superhero and he couldn't tell anyone. Stark tried to relate to him but always missed the mark. Peter was alone in his experiences. He had no one to tell about just how isolating it was to get everything you wanted and then be expected to go back to a life where all you looked forward to was running away. He scribbled furiously into his notebook during physics, trying his best to drown out the four walls around him. He tried to ignore the teacher berating the football players in the back and the girls painting their nails in front of him. He drew himself again, reimagining Spider-Man in an image that maybe he would be able to stomach.

He didn't think that going back to his old life would feel quite so green. High school life was nothing like the real world. Out there, he was a hero. How was he supposed to go back? He couldn't understand why he had to go through with returning, why Stark couldn't find a way around it for him. All Tony would talk about was the value of enjoying your youth while it lasted but Peter didn't think he had anything to enjoy.

"Parker, stop doodling," he heard his teacher quip over his head. He stopped immediately, slowly snaking his arm behind him and ignoring the chuckles from his classmates. Peter wasn't one to think he was above anybody, no, but he was over it. Over it was just the best way for him to say it. He was tired of being alone and feeling felt like no one except his best friend Ned could understand him. Ned was a sore subject too. Peter was grappling with whether to tell him his secret. Really, the only person stopping him was Tony Stark, and Peter knew he wasn't going to fight him on that point. He heard a snort from next to him and saw Michelle just as she turned away from his sketchbook, returning to her reading.

"Got a problem with superheroes?" he asked as bored as she looked. She shrugged, continuing to read her book.

"Spider-Man is cool," she breathed out, uninterested in pursuing the conversation further. Though her words had no investment in them, they were enough to make him smile briefly. He wished he'd had a moment to ask something but he knew it wasn't worth it with Michelle. No one could really call her out from her reading.

Peter had this problem with staring. He realized this when he saw her look him in the eyes just moments later. He had been thinking about the look of her, how exhausted she seemed as she smiled into her book, when she caught him. She raised an eyebrow, as if ready to take offense to whatever insult he looked like he had been gearing to send her way. He knew she was quite used to them. Occasionally throughout the year, he'd hear guys give passive notes about her looks. The one time Peter tried to jump in to her defense, she'd yelled at him, so he knew better than to try and save her. Now though he was tempted to apologize because he knew she was expecting the worst of comments.

"Sorry, I was trying to read over your shoulder," he lied. He used to be a terrible liar, but habits build steady hands. She brightened at that, like hearing about someone taking an interest in her books was a radical idea she could get behind.

The school bell interrupted them. Peter had to say he regretted that a bit. He almost never had a chance to connect with Michelle and it would have been nice to connect to one other person at this school. He didn't know why but the girl always made him curious. She seemed like a very decent kind of person. He didn't know much about her despite their years at school but something in the way she acted was particularly confusing to him in a way he wanted to solve. Perhaps his interest stemmed in that she was just about the only other person at this school who looked as tired and bored as he felt all the time.

"See ya," she mumbled as she picked up her books and walked the other way. He was swiftly reminded they couldn't be friends, because she never really liked him. She tolerated him and Ned more than the other kids at this school, but never by much.

Lunch was its usual routine with Ned. Ned was talking all about his new Captain America comics and Peter had to admit even he found them super interesting. Meeting the real thing is really no form of satisfaction when you're a fanboy. He tried to withhold his own personal gut wrench at knowing the events passed between Captain and Tony. He'd heard the rumors while he was at the Avengers Institute. Looking at Ned as he grinned at the illustrations, Peter wondered about what kind of joy he'd get out of telling his best friend the truth about his summer.

Michelle sat alone at the table next to them again. It was where she always sat. Occasionally the table would be full when the cafeteria was overflowing with people, and on those days, Peter and Ned would sit with her too. However, the cafeteria was bare, and that gave her the time she needed to seclude herself into a cave of hardcover books. Peter didn't know what had possessed him to interrupt her, but he found himself suddenly standing up and walking to her.

"Hey, so," he started lamely, already forgetting what he'd had to say. She was staring at him expectantly, sipping her school-supplied chocolate milk. Though he'd seen her sit down minutes ago, he noticed all the food was already gone from her tray. She must have eaten fast. "What do you like about Spider-Man?" he asked lamely.

"I think the general concept of any man being able to swing from a string attached to buildings is pretty impressive," She answered briefly, clearly still wondering what he was doing there. To make matters worse, he couldn't stop himself.

"Yeah, I guess," he tried, looking again to her tray. "Do you want my food? I'm not going to finish it. My Aunt May made me a sandwich-" he was talking too much and it was so hard to stop. She looked at him, as though debating something.

"Sure, I'll take it," she said, a hint of a question in her acceptance. He picked up the food from the tray in front of Ned's own, and he collected it in his hands before bringing it over to her, carefully putting each individual item in the right tray slot.

"Enjoy." Peter asked himself very sternly in his mind just what he thought he was doing. The entire day, he felt like he'd been overthinking everything. Knowing that Michelle thought Spider-Man was cool provided a kind of self-indulgent distraction that he needed. He didn't want to keep thinking about secrets. He wanted to talk about Spider-Man. And yet, having had this realization he turned away from her and went back to Ned who was looking as confused as Peter felt.

Peter had to find a better grip on this secret. At this rate, he was doing some desperate things just to get distracted.

It took everything in Peter to resist approaching Tony Stark again. It was easy enough to get on the roof of his tower. That was one way the teen could always outsmart the billionaire. Tony often used him as a way to test his security mechanisms and Peter was still outperforming his inventions when it came to home security.

Peter knew he couldn't keep running to Tony with his problems though.

Deciding perhaps he could let off some steam, he broke one of Tony's rules for him. He quietly locked his bedroom door and slipped his limbs into his costume, tossing himself out of the window and escaping into the night. Uptown, his best bet was watching over the neighborhood and hoping something would happen. He knew if he headed downtown, he was a lot more likely to find something to do.

Crawling by a strip mall, he arrived just in time to watch men running. Where there was once a glass storefront display, the shattered glass was sign enough of what had happened and he took off in the direction of the men running away. Before long, there were 4 culprits tied to an alley wall by his net and police sirens in the distance as he flew his way back, knowing no one was around. He saw jewels strewn along the ground in random places from where the thieves had dropped them. He left most of the jewels stuck to the thieves' hands so the cops would have the evidence they needed. However, he had learned the hard way that despite reports of theft, the police were not always diligent about returning all of the stolen property, especially not once it was reported as 'lost'.

So there he was, probably a comedic sight, walking down a sidewalk and picking up every pearl and gem he could see. By the time he made it back to the jewelry shop, it was probably just 10 minutes later. He used his web to seal up the glass wall, and he used the front door to enter. The store was dark, empty of people. There were mannequins strewn across the floor, easy to assume that they were there after the thieves did their business. As the door chime jingled out its tune, his hairs stood up when he heard a slight stumble. Had he missed someone?

He crept through the store slowly, hearing a scramble accompanied by the jingle of necklaces colliding. He stuck himself up on the ceiling hoping that he could use the element of surprise. Seconds later, he was above her, a small framed girl hard to make out in the light. She pocketed the necklaces and quickly zipped her bag. One hand to her purse strap, she rushed her way to the door. Peter was about to stop her when he saw her turn just as she reached the door, looking to see if anyone was following her.

She opened the door, and Peter reached his arm out. Simultaneously, the cheaply made ceiling tile he was on caved to his weight. Not even by an inch, the web missed her arm and hit her purse instead. She pulled once to resist her arrest and the purse fell open. Peter, meanwhile, was trying to catch himself, his mask pulled off by the sharp corner of one of the shelves. Picking up what she could she raced again out the door before Peter could even hide his face and reach her. By the time he got to the door, she was already a block away. He couldn't even glance at his mask before hearing the police sirens go off. Running away was more important than catching her he decided. Looking down at what she left behind, he saw a wallet and brightened. He had a chance!

Before he even opened it, he made sure to plant himself on the mall's roof. He watched the police make their way around his web before he finally got through the wallet. It was a simple purple zip-open. He could have sworn he'd seen it before. Making his way through the very little cash and many different business cards, he finally found something incriminating - a school ID.

The style of it was perfectly familiar. The purple edges, the white stripes, the graduating year labelled on it in big yellow letters. It was almost as familiar as the girl in the picture.

Michelle.

Peter felt sick to his stomach.

Had he seen anyone else (except maybe Ned), he wouldn't have been quite so surprised. There were plenty of kids who got themselves into trouble all the time at that school. Michelle had never been one of them. She was the girl in grade school who'd threaten to rat you out no matter how small the rule you were breaking. She was a stickler and a studious one at that. Peter couldn't remember the last time she was without a book in her hand. He remembered seeing her read during their middle school graduation, and he remembered how much he made fun of her for it.

Michelle wasn't a thief.

The next day at school, he wasn't quite sure how to deal with Michelle. He still had her wallet. He didn't know what to do about it, but he hoped that he wouldn't see her at school so that he wouldn't have to think about it. The whole day could've been a good one. He was briefly distracted during gym, when Liz talked to him about her new sneakers. Peter couldn't remember a word he had said, but he made Liz laugh at some point so he called it a win. He'd managed to avoid Michelle all day until he was back in physics class. She sat next to him when she arrived at class, looking exhausted like always. He wanted to believe she looked even more tired than usual but he couldn't actually confirm that. Maybe he was just wanting to see guilt where there wasn't any.

As she sat, he resolved he wouldn't say anything about it.

"Are you drawing flying men today or will you actually be paying attention?" she asked, not a hint of malice in her sarcasm. He couldn't believe she was making conversation, but he supposed he'd deserved it.

"I'd rather give the hero thing a rest," he mumbled, gluing his eyes to the board as their teacher continued talking. He hadn't been listening ever since Michelle entered the room.

"I thought I'd just pick partners randomly, but it seemed a lot easier to just make you work with your neighbors," the teacher explained. "And don't forget this project is worth 50% of your midterm grade."

"What?" Peter asked quietly startled out of his thoughts.

"We're partners," Michelle answered in her usual bored tone. They were partnered up often on in-class assignments, but never anything significant. He looked at her nervously. She noticed his stare after a few minutes, whispering so she wouldn't interrupt their teacher. "Is there a problem?"

"You've got something in your teeth," he lied calmly. He never thought he was a very passive aggressive person, but he couldn't feel guilty about it long, considering Michelle's quip back:

"You stare too much."

Maybe he was being aggressive, but he spent most of the day stomping around the school, trying to figure things out. He had no one he could tell, but Ned had picked up on something being wrong. Peter typically didn't get so angry, not for this long. He'd been moody for ages now, but it seemed like something about this had really set him off. He just couldn't imagine that even someone like Michelle could be a letdown. There were really so few truly good people out there. He was used to living in a city full of crime and people who made bad choices. He knew whatever prompted Michelle to steal could have been significant, but he couldn't imagine how. All during lunch he found himself glaring in her direction and trying to figure out whether the crime was one of greed or one of impulse.

Before long, lunch was over and Peter was still debating whether or not he was overreacting. His feelings were getting the better of him lately. He spent an entire week ignoring Ned once when he wouldn't stop asking why Peter disappeared over the summer. Maybe it was time to check his attitude.

School let out and he looked to his phone for the first time all day. Two hours ago, he had received what was just a brief flash of text. It was Tony Stark, but he put the man's number under a false contact 'Anthony'.

Anthony: Don't forget to keep your head low.

Peter scowled. It was time to get Michelle her ID back, he decided just as he ran home to suit up.

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do all of them for aldric !! if u want

i’m gonna put this under a read more (that hopefully works) bc this is gonna be long but bless u friendly anon!

1- what’s their full name?

aldric tracy!

2- what’s the reason/meaning behind their name?

tbh there isn’t a real reasoning behind his name aside from the fact that i just rly liked the name “aldric” and “tracy” just came at random to me one day

3- do they have a nickname? what’s the meaning behind it?

no nicknames for aldric but mathus (his husband) calls him an endless amount of pet names that embarrass the hell out of him it’s great

4- do they have a false name? why? does it have any meaning?

no false names for aldric either

5- how old are they? how old do they appear?

aldric is 24 in the first story and 45 in the second. he appeared a lot older than he was when he was younger just bc of how stoic and serious he’d always look

6- what is their eye color? do they have to use glasses or contacts? how good/bad is their vision?

aldric has green eyes and he does wear glasses when he’s reading but doesn’t need them otherwise 

7- what is their weight/height? what kind of body type/build do they have?

aldric is 6′2 and doesn’t have much weight to him. he’s got a little bit of muscle but he’s a bit of a pretty boy 

8- what is their skin tone/type? if they have fur, how long is it? does it have any markings or patterns?

aldric has darker skin. he has scarring all along his arms that he’s covered up with intricate geometric tattoos 

9- do they have any distinguishing marks?

his tattoos that cover up the scarring all along his arms

10- what are their prominent features?

his long, violet hair

11- how attractive are they to others?

like i said, aldric’s a bit of a pretty boy so he’s got a face that’s really easy on the eyes and being a lawyer, he’s always dressed up nicely. needless to say, as soon as mathus saw him, his gay ass was In Love

12- are they healthy? If no, why not?

aldric is the type of person to counter balance his shitty mental health (which bleeds into shitty physical health) with eating healthy but that does jack shit for him when everything else is fucked up

13- what’s their favorite color? why?

purples bc they match with his hair

14- what’s their least favorite color? why?

yellows. he doesn’t think they suit him well

15- what’s their favorite music? why?

aldric would probably like indie rock. or fuckin classical music lmao 

16- what kind of food do they like or have to eat?

greens and veggies and salads to counterbalance that nice depression lmao

17- what kind of books do they like to read?

he actually rly likes fiction. the man had his head stuck in law books for years so he likes what’s furthest from that

18- how do they get around?

feets

19- are they a daredevil or more cautious?

cautious but with daredevil tendencies  

20- how do they handle being alone?

he likes to act like he’s a loner but it wears on him. a lot. if he can be around anyone without feeling too pathetic about himself he will though

21- name any good habits they have

he’s good at self care when it comes to personal hygiene and whatnot. and i guess the “healthy” diet thing too

22- name any bad habits they have

sit down boys we got a (self-projecting) list coming: self isolation, self loathing, overthinking, not sleeping to avoid nightmares, etc.

23- what are their favorite hobbies or pastimes?

aldric has a lot of plants and animals that he tends to. it calms him and helps him unwind 

24- how would they like to spend a rainy day? a sunny day?

rainy day: curled up with his husband or hanging with the rest of the gang sunny day: tending to his plants in his greenhouse while mathus asks 1000 questions about every single thing he sees

25- where do they come from? what is their culture? any traditions or things of that sort in their hometown?

aldric doesn’t know much of where he comes from or any traditions because his family was killed when he was very young. he tried to look into it a few times but the trauma was too much

26- list out their immediate family. how good is their relationship with them?

see above

27- are they diurnal or nocturnal? early bird or night owl?

nocturnal night owl 100%

28- what are they afraid of? what are they not afraid of?

aldric is afraid of death, but not for himself. he’s afraid of the people he loves being taken from him again. he already lost his family once and he rly doesn’t want to do it again. that’s rly his only fear

29- what are their goals? how are they going to achieve those goals?

his goals are pretty broad. he just wants to right every wrong he comes across however he can. he became a lawyer to achieve that and he joins the rebellion immediately to do the same

30- are there any obstacles that might get in the way of their goals?

himself mainly. as i said, he’s got a lot of self doubt 

31- how well known are they among the common folk? is it for a good reason?

in the first story, he’s fairly well known simply because he 1. associates with buggie and 2. is a talented lawyer that takes on cases for anyone, esp those who have trouble affording lawyers otherwise. in the second story, he’s most definitely known for being apart of The Originals aka the first group that “started” the rebellion aka buggie and her pals

32- do they hold any secrets? what are they?

aldric doesn’t rly have any secrets aside from what his nightmares are about. everyone knows he has them, but he doesn’t rly tell anyone (besides buggie and mathus eventually) what goes on in them

33- when confronted with danger, how would they react?

aldric is good at keeping a level head. he’s pretty quick on his feet too so it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to adapt to the situation. he might get a little panicky if people he cares about are involved but his need to keep control of the situation would eventually take over

34- what is their species? describe their species and their features

aldric is what is called a toxigen. they have the power to store, generate, and destroy poisonous and toxic substances within their bodies. they are immune to every and all types of poisons and toxins and often work in fields or have hobbies related to them. some can emit these substances in liquid or gaseous forms and some even have skin that is poisonous to the touch, whether by design or not. aldric can emit poison/toxins in both forms, but does not have poisonous skin

35- what is their basic story?

aldric is a well renowned lawyer within the supernatural court. he’s known for taking any and all cases brought to him with the promise that he’ll get justice for the wronged party. he falls in with buggie when she gets tangled up within the law early on and after butting heads for a while, they eventually become good friends. through her, aldric eventually meets mathus, his future husband, after mathus’s father is murdered and aldric takes the case. through that and other happenings with buggie, the two grow rly close and eventually get together. pretty big story skip but eventually, when buggie’s actions end up starting a rebellion, aldric follows her without question

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[novadreii]

whattup tumblr, it’s been a hot minute!

whenever my life gets exceptionally crazy, i always end up taking tumblr breaks, however inadvertently. in the past month:

i moved out for the very first time! my brother is my roommate and thanks to my job, he doesn’t have to work that much to help me out financially. he’s going back to school sometime next year so for now he’s saving his money. our apartment is so great; affordable, especially considering its great location (close to everything we need) and big rooms/ample storage. we’re on the third and top floor so there’s the added benefit of extra leg exercise on the stairs, and nobody stomping around on top of us. there’s a lovely balcony overlooking our neighborhood where I spend a lot of time. the freedom from my dad, from both my parents really, has been SO good for my soul. i love knowing that this space is mine and i can do whatever i want, whenever i want, without an overbearing parental presence. i’m too old for that shit, really.

on a sadder note, i’ve lost both my grandmothers, my last remaining grandparents, this month. the first one was sad, but that side of the family was estranged from us so i didn’t have the strongest emotional connection to her due to not knowing her very well. however, my maternal grandmother who died last week, is another story. this woman lived with us and raised me alongside my mother. and arguably, loved me better than she did. in so many ways, this woman was one of my soulmates. we understood each other the way nobody else could. when i was born, i’m told i lifted her out of a terrible chronic depression she had due to the passing of her husband, my grandfather. i spent every waking moment in the basement which was converted into a full apartment for her. we were inseparable, until she had a paralyzing stroke when i was 13. in the past year, her health declined to the point where she recognized me but couldn’t place who i was. she finally let go, at the age of 94. this may sound stupid, but due to our very small family i’ve never lost anybody close to me before. i’m 26 and i’ve never fully grieved someone’s death in my whole life. grief; it feels like exactly what i imagined it would. it feels like heartbreak, a tangible tightening in the centre of my chest, except sharper and more pronounced. the world, my perception of it, feels altered somehow. there is someone missing from the world, a void where her presence should be. everything feels off. How do i proceed in a world that she doesn’t inhabit anymore? as against organized religion as i am, in the past week i have gained a devastating understanding of the solace that can be gained from believing in a life after death. the idea that she is all around me, my guardian angel, soothes and appeases my pain even though i don’t truly believe in it intellectually. much more so than what i believe the reality to be, which is that she is entirely gone. there are so many dreams and hopes that she had for me that she never got to see. i will continue to live with renewed determination and perseverance to make my dreams happen. for myself yes, but also as if she is watching. i accept that she is gone, but i will keep her in my heart forever. so, in a way, she hasn’t gone anywhere. ti voglio bene, nonnina. non mi lasciare mai.

though there is never great timing for this sort of thing, i have to say, it was pretty good. i don’t think i could have handled this on a mental health level, even as soon as a year ago. so much has happened in the past year in terms of self-discovery and modifying my thinking habits (mindfulness, meditation, optimism, etc) that stabilized me enough that i could move out and deal with real life. i have my days, but i’ve made so much progress. no, i haven’t finished school yet, i’m still taking it easy by working retail, but i am taking steps, and have accepted that not everything has to be perfect all the time. i don’t have to have a checklist of things ticked off before i start living my life. i can live right now, even though i have still have no idea what career i want, even though i don’t have a degree yet, even though i don’t make a lot of money. i am grateful, for my health, the roof over my head, the people in my life, i am debt-free and in relative financial security. i am good. i am stable, and free to go in whichever direction i choose. i’ve come to understand that the way we perceive our lives shapes everything. so i can choose to improve that perception, and it has made all the difference. it sounds like baloney, but working on this in conjunction with medication has turned my thinking around 180 degrees. to all the little speedbumps in life, all the disappointments and failings, whenever something doesn’t go my way, i repeat the phrases it is what it is and it’s no big deal several times a day, and now i believe them. it isn’t about eliminating unfavourable things from my life, but about getting over and letting go of them asap. as a chronic overthinker, this has been my oxygen, my religion.

the icing on the cake; at my grandmother’s funeral, as i’m standing there trying not to cry and mostly failing, who else should walk in than my very best friend, the one i estranged 3, maybe 4 years ago when things took a sharp downturn mentally. her, and her whole family. seeing her made me so insanely happy that it saved me from my grief, at least for that day. she stayed the entire time, the whole viewing, service, and reception. we spent the whole reception tucked away in a corner, catching each other up on everything, in our own world. i didn’t even realize the hours flying by. this girl, as i’ve mentioned before, is without a doubt, another one of my soulmates. we laughed and chatted as if we’d seen each other the day before. she didn’t ask why i cut her off like that; i can tell that she just knows, that all is forgiven, or rather, that there’s nothing to forgive. i will, obviously, explain everything to her in time. my brother remarked that us talking together is something to behold. we speak the same way, with the same mannerisms, finishing each other’s sentences and communicating with glances. i cannot tell you guys what it felt like to have that afternoon with her after several years of self-imposed social isolation. it felt like breathing again after drowning. she is truly my sister and i don’t know that i deserve a friendship like that; free of expectation and ego, just love and acceptance. if i believed in the afterlife, i would say this was my grandmother’s parting gift to me.

so in general, april 2017 has been pretty much the most intense month i’ve had in a long time. a lot of firsts, a lot of ups and downs. i feel emotionally spent but still solid. not tearing at the seams, not falling apart. just human. acceptance is a big theme in my life, and accepting that i am built to be extremely sensitive is so important to me. so that i can use it to my advantage rather than allowing the downsides of it to consume me. as always, i’ve got plenty more to learn. by the time i’ve figured most of it out, it will be time to flee the mortal plane anyway. oh well.

now excuse me while i spam you guys with likes and whatnot. i’ve missed you guys a lot.

[twocatskissing]

Random questions 1. Do you bite or lick ice cream? lick lick lick lick (i like) 2. What is home to you? where ever i feel comfortable. so..not necessarily my house all of the time, it depends who i am with. 3. What was the last lie you told? i ...dont know. i just went thru my texts and i can't recall. but i've lied several times today probably without knowing. 4. Does everyone deserve the truth? no. u dont deserve my ass honey! 5.What is the creepiest toy ever made? i'll think about it 6. Describe a moment in which you did something unacceptable in a bad situation. talk shit get hit 7. List two things that are more easily done than said. (No, I didn't mix them up.) literally anything work related. i hate explaining to people, i just want to do it myself, it's so much more easier. but this question is making my head hurt so i'm moving on. 8. When was the last time you worked really hard to achieve something? i worked REALLY Hard on print edition II 9. How many all nighters have you pulled? probably one? two? i'm not good at them 10. If humans didn't evolve to laugh or smile, how would we express our happiness instead? hugs. 11. How many romantic "things" or "flings" have you had? maybe...three? 12. What is your paradise? honestly where ever you are 13. What is your favorite background noise? (Ex. Water dripping, people talking.) RAIN NOISES. UGH. I LOVE THEM. I WOULD DIE FOR THEM. 14. How many hearts do you think you have broken? one, not including myself 15. What is the most important thing about electronics? What does this say about you? communicating. i think it says i suck at communicating in person. 16. Why do people care about celebrities? Do you care about celebrities? i care about celebrities because i aspire to be like them, and i enjoy learning about other's successes 17. What is the most annoying thing someone can do to you? i dont know how to answer this. anyone doing anything for me makes me so happy 18. Do you overexaggerate? What are the pros and cons of this? i do this a lot, i get it from my mom. i think it just makes me sound annoying. 19. Have you played any instruments before? Which instruments? no i'm a potato 20. Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not? i used to take them a lot but one week during 9th grade my self esteem plummeted and now i hate taking them. i think i am so ugly and unattractive. 21. List 3 things you like about yourself? i'm kinda emo rn so i cant think of anything 22. What is the best advice someone has ever given you? don't make mountains out of mole hills 23. Do you have what it takes to raise a child? Why or why not? HELL NO. i cant even take care of my damn self. even my pee is telling me my body is in serious danger. 24. How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? i talk to sierra, practice a makeup look, or go to sleep really early 25. When was the last time you felt awkward? when i went out to starbucks earlier tonight i was in this really weird state where i felt really weak and off, i felt kinda awkward and bad 26. Are you introverted or extroverted? Or a mixture of both? im super introverted but i always like having one person with me, i don't like being completely isolated, but i hate having multiple people around me. 27. What constitutes a good friend? having conversations that never dry out, being there for you right on the spot, good hugs 28. Would you rather have a lot of friends to hang out with or just one best friend? i would want just one best friend, but i've come to realize that people i'll get super close with get really annoyed with me easily and that's not what i want 29. In a regular day, what do you not want to hear? that hetero shit. 30. What is your dream job? journalist at refinery 29 31. Is it better to be lazy but smart or hardworking but unintelligent? hardworking because from there you can build your skills 32. What is a truth about yourself that others find hard to believe? IM A VIRGIN 33. What have you always wondered about the other gender? why he so ugly. 34. Which fantasy world would you like to visit the most? what does this even mean 35. Describe the worst friend you have ever befriended. i don't want to hate them again 36. Imagine that you have switched bodies with someone you don't know. You can't switch back. What do you do? hope they aren't suicidal like i am 37. If you found the recipe for immortality, would you sell it or would you burn it? girl i'd sell that shit. need that college money. 38. What is the most important, applicable class you have ever taken? speech, bc u need speech to speech 39. Name the last book you read. animal farm 40. Imagine that you are unable to express emotion. How would this affect your world? BROOO i would say i would love this, but i would never be able to be with someone if i'm like that. no homo. 41. When was the last time you made the first move? ...Never 42. What is your opinion on electronic music such as dubstep or trap? it's ok :/. nothing is worse than country music, tho. 43. What was the last movie you watched? hidden figures 44. Do you like and appreciate your life? no 45. Do you like and appreciate yourself? No. 46. When was the last time you cried? on saturday 47. What are you scared of? rejection and thunder storms 48. What is the most embarrassing, cringe-worthy thing you have ever done? no let's not get into that tonight 49. What are some of your hobbies? makeup, editing stories 50. What is a superficial yet annoying mistake you constantly make? overthink and over analyze 51. Are you a good friend? What makes you a good friend? If not, what makes you a bad friend? i would say i'm a decent friend. i'm extremely loyal and supportive, but at the same time i will shut u out if i'm sad and be really clingy. 52. Do you honestly learn from your mistakes? no. same ol' mistakes - rihanna 53. What have you learned the hard way? she wasn't shit 54. What is the most important thing to have in order to attain happiness? friendship 55. Which medium do you use for expressing your artistic emotions? (Singing, writing, etc.) i write a fuckton l56. Are you a creative or a logical thinker? logical 57. What is the smartest thing you have ever done? get a job 58. What is your ideal meal? sushi 59. What is the worst thing someone could do on a date? tell me they're a republican 60. Do you like animals? Which kind is your favorite? DOGGIES 61. If you could turn one legal thing illegal, what would it be? discrimination against transgender citizens/denying access to preferred bathrooms 62. Do you have any guilty pleasures? i really like the kardashians 63. What is the best thing that the internet has ever created? the kardashians 64. Do you like playing video games? Which video games? i like playing overwatch when i'm at my dad's house but i rarely come over there 65. What is your opinion on beauty in today's society? do what ya want hoe 66. Are you a morning person? When do you usually wake up? i usually wake up at around 7:30 on a weekend but you won't find me walking around because i'll stay in bed until 10 67. Do you have a favorite Disney movie? Character? i love ratatouille, but my favorite disney character will be tiana from princess and the frog because i love her. 68. Would you rather live in the city or in the countryside? in the city. i want to live on a skyscraper. 69. Would you rather live near the ocean or in the mountains? near the ocean because beach towns are so cute. 70. What are the best things about winter? how it's not 1000387377227° 71. What scares you most about the future? rejection from colleges, and any relationships i attempt to peruse. 72. What makes you feel old? ratatouille came out ten years ago 73. How many hours do you spend on the computer or phone on average? 24 74. What are some of your New Year's resolutions? i don't make those they're annoying 75. What is your life story in 6 words? really really really really emo 76. Describe yourself in one word. ugly 77. What bad habits do you do? um it should say *do you have, but i guess i tend to put myself down a lot whenever someone compliments me. and if i'm having a bad day and someone says something mean that's suppose to be a joke, i start crying. 78. What genre of music do you listen to? everything except country 79. Most prominent childhood memory? my dad's last day before he moved out 80. Imagine if you had an older brother. If you already have one, what is it like? If you don't, how would this change your life? no thanks 81. Spirit animal? sloth 82. Do you believe in horoscopes? sort of? i didnt until i realized i hate capricorns 83. What is the worst advice you've ever been given? just stop being sad 84. List the 3 most important people in your life right now. that's hard i have a lot of people i care about so imma add one more -dana -sierra -sarahi -chloe 85. Favorite memory of your family. hmm not really 86. What do you look for in a relationship? someone who likes me back, loyalty 87. Do you have a role model? Why or why not? i don't pay attention enough to look up to someone 88. What is your opinion on social media? i love it 89. Are you a pessimist or an optimist? both, it depends on the environment 90. List some things that you think are overpriced? M👏🏼A👏🏼K👏🏼E👏🏼U👏🏼P 91. What is your worst memory or creepiest experience? well earlier today when i was closing this people stood out the door waiting for me to come out it was really weird 92. What superpower would ruin the world? being able to read minds 93. What is something you swore you would never do when you grew up, but you did anyway? date girls hdhshshns 94. What lessons have you learned from movies and which movies were they? girl i am too tired for this 95. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? i would go back to costa rica ❤ 96. How do you approach people? i dont. 97. What is your opinion on first impressions? what does this even mean 98. What are some things you did as a child that you no longer do? dance the cha cha slide. i'm too embarrassed to do it now. 99. What languages can you speak? english and most spanish 100. What do you think society will be like in 30 years? i feel like it'll be a lot more progressive. my 101. What do you do on your lazy days? i just lie in bed 102. What ended your last relationship? well as for my last real relationship it ended because i was really sad and so were they 103. Favorite food? sushi or chiles rellanos or hot wings 104. What is the most terrifying dream you've ever had? most of my dreams are terrifying in that i either get rejected or people leave. what's new? lol. 105. When was the last time you got seriously angry? like two weeks ago i read a text and i got seriously angry and had a suicidal episode 106. What was the last friendship you broke? i dont....know... 107. Do you have any pet peeves? i hate hearing people chew, or people talking over me 108. Who was the last person you gave a hug to? no one gives me hugs. 109. When was the last time you got seriously stressed? like this morning jdhsbsbsb 110. What part of your personality do you want to change? all of it. i want to be a cold distant bitch who is likable. i also want to get rid of my depression 111. Who is the most positively influential person in your life right now? everyone stay negative 112. What is your biggest motivation? this question is grammatically confusing 113. What did you want to be when you were little? a vet or a singer 114. What are some things that you are good at? im pretty good at my job, and doing reading/writing stuff 115. What is one thing you want to be good at? math 116. What distracts you the most, especially when you're trying to work? my phone definitely 117. How important is privacy to you? very. i hate nosy people. 118. If you could create one social norm, what would it be? don't be nosy kiddos! 119. What's the craziest lie you've ever told? i'm straight 120. What story do you like to tell about yourself at parties? i don't go to parties, but when i do i do not talk about myself, or talk at all 121. What is the lamest thing that you have seen someone do? ummmm i don't know how to answer this 122. What is the stupidest thing you've done to impress someone? i will spend all of my money on people or things to impress others, it's ridiculous. i'll pay for dinner if i'm trying to impress a friend, or just waste my money. 123. What is your morning routine? spray myself in rose water. get dressed. Maybe MAYBE do some makeup 124. What's the last thing you did that is worth remembering? taking photos with sierra 125. If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you? help i believe. i'm not doing anything shitty rn 126. What is your opinion on playing "hard to get?" i will honestly drop you so quick if you do that to me and i find out. i have no tolerance for that shit, i will not fall for it, and i will leave your ass. 127. What are the pros and cons of straightforward? pros: sends the message, makes things quicker cons: getting offended, no fun 128. What do you consider "leading" someone on? BROOO DONT SVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS SHIF WHERE DO I EVEN FUCKING START OHHHH NY GOODDDHDHDHSHS BITCHDHDHSHSBS IM SGEJSNSBSANSBSBBVSSBA 129. Are you the friendzoner or the friendzoned? both, but mostly zoned. 130. What do you admire most about your friends? their intelligence. i'm so jealous of them, but i admire it. 131. What do you admire most about your family? their strong work ethic 132. What is your opinion on "going with the flow?" it's so hard to do, no gracias. i need structure 133. Do you enjoy talking or listening? listening 134. When is it time to end a friendship? when it's causing deep painful and emotional harm to you, it's abusive in a sense 135. What is the worst excuse you've ever come up with? "i'm just stressed out" 136. If GPA didn't matter, what courses would you have taken? delta, so i could study hospitality and tourism dhshhsejsh 137. What are your favorite baby names? babies are gross 138. When was the last time you had a deep conversation with someone? when i went to the park with dana on monday 139. What instantly ruins a conversation? dry ass responses 140. Biggest turn ons and turn on offs. turn on's: buying me tonight's, hugs, touching, eye contact, laughing turn offs: distance, being ignored 141. Biggest disappointment. rejection by ******* 143. When did you last do something outside of your comfort zone? when i talked to wheatsville 144. Prized possession(s)? my costa rica ticket, my makeup collection 145. What is your opinion on second chances? it depends on what they did to fuck up 146. Text or call? text 147. What do you like about the 21st century? my phone 148. What advice would you give to yourself 5 years ago? don't date until ur mentally stable 149. How organized are you? ask sierra 150. Favorite mode of transportation. car