#hooooo idk im feeling very shy with this one.

[cobwebbedcat]

When I Have Nothing But My Aching Soul

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab male soft dom top reader, 2012 bottom Rustin Cohle, post-carcosa (minor spoilers), pre-established relationship, feminization, daddy kink, barebacking, breeding kink <- deeply under-negotiated, smoking, PWP ,~3k words

The first time he talks to you about it, Rust is tipsy. He’s running his finger around the rim of a shot glass, illuminated by the low light behind the bar, and you’re leaning over the counter to hear his muffled confessions. He'd loosened up, but delicately whispered then, handling each word as carefully as he held onto the glass he’d been fidgeting with.  

You talk about it again when he’s sober, though he’d nursed a single beer through the conversation. He’d paused to take long swigs, letting himself sit with what he wanted. His gaze had never met your eyes, but his hands and head were steady.

He’s fully sober now, even if he’d smoked through a handful of cigarettes to relax his nerves. 

Rust looks good like this. 

“Well?” he hums, standing in front of you, hip cocked to the side, all aloof like he isn’t awaiting your approval.  

“You look good,” you tell him honestly, leaning and taking his rough, worked hand in yours, pulling him into your lap, “real good, baby.” 

Rust stares you down, acting like the pet name you called him isn’t something he loves. You know he can feel your steadily growing erection as he settles himself onto your lap.

He slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders, letting you take him in. Your gaze drags from his face, slightly flushed but otherwise composed, down to legs. He’s wearing a jean skirt and flannel with his hair tied up as per usual. When he’d talked in the bar, the first time, all loose lips and defenses down, he’d told you about wanting to wear a dress. You suppose he’ll work himself up to that.  

Once you know he won’t run, you unlock your hand from his and let your hands slide under the hem of the skirt, where it falls near his knees.  

“Outfit’s a bit plain, ain’t it?” 

“No it isn’t,” you counter before leaning in to kiss his neck sweetly, sliding your hand further up his thigh. Rust twitches in your lap, “it’s pretty, and you love it,” you murmur against his skin. 

He doesn’t deny it; melts against your body, humming softly as you bring a hand to cup his half hard cock.  

“Shit,” he hisses, low and sweet. You move your hands away from him, holding him steady with one hand and cupping his face with the other as you kiss him sweetly. His mustache rubs against your skin, tickling you, and you can taste the sweet tea he sipped on earlier, an attempt to hide the flavor of his smokes under sweetness. 

“Touch me,” he growls against your lips, grinding into your cock. You’ve fucked him enough that he knows to add a soft, “please,” if he really wants anything. And he does, for you imagine he’s been wanting this for a long time.  

Looking down you can see the way his erection tents the skirt and you moan. “Yeah, you’re looking real good, baby,” you praise softly.   

Rust watches with bated breath as you bunch his skirt up around his waist, and laugh softly at the sight of the briefs he normally wears underneath.  

“You didn’t get any panties to match your pretty outfit?” you tease gently, fingering at the soft, simple fabric. Rust looks elsewhere, swallows heavy, 

“Nah. Looked at ‘em at the store,” he swallows again, “was gonna get some. Didn’t know if you would’a liked me wearin’ them.”  

“I’d like seeing you in anything,” you hum, “get yourself some next time, if you want. You could get yourself a pretty little bra too, if you want it,” you lick your lips imagining him in a little matching set. Rust must think it’s funny, you fantasizing about him in such a state, as he laughs a little. 

“Perv,” he huffs, trying to sound like he’s had enough of you, but it’s all laced with affection. Rust pushes your head towards his chest, cutting off any rebuttal you’d had on your lips.

Your hands leave his waist, moving up to unbutton his shirt. His breath is steady and sure as you go down the buttons, one by one. Once his body’s revealed to you, you kiss between his pecs, fingers lightly tracing the scar on his stomach, the freshest one, that’s only just started to fade. 

It’s then that his breath hitches, a hiccup in the scene, a ripple in the fantasy that he wants tonight. You move your hand quickly down to his hips once again, like it was never there to begin with, and take his nipple into your mouth.  

“Shit,” he cusses again, clutching onto the back of your shirt.  

“Like having your tits sucked on, pretty girl?” you ask softly, ending your sentence with a lick to his spit slicked, hardened nipple.  

“Yeah,” he responds bluntly, his voice all soft and thick with lust. You reward his honesty by sucking him into your mouth, grazing his nipple with your teeth. Rust groans softly, drawing mindless shapes on your back with shaky fingers as you warm him up.  

“Fuck, man, more,” he finally groans through gritted teeth once you’ve thoroughly given attention to each pec, littering his chest with kisses between sucking and nibbling on his skin. 

“That’s not what you said you wanted to call me tonight, pretty girl,” you hum, looking up at him. Rust inhales heavily, shuddering as he lets go of his breath. 

“Please,” and there’s a long pause, where you rub circles into his hips and give him time to work out what he wants, “daddy.” 

And fuck, it sounds so good, twinged with his southern drawl; a little shaky now but you’ll get him crying it later tonight. “There we go,” you praise easily, leaning up to kiss him softly. Rust whines at the feeling of your lips against his, then again when you slip your hand into his underwear and take hold of his cock.  

“How do you want me, darling?” you ask gently, giving long, slow strokes to his cock. Rust whines, low in the back of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows spit in his mouth.  

“Fuck, want you on the bed,” you let out an approving hum and Rust twitches in your hand, “I wantcha over me, wanna be on my hands and knees.” You give his dick a quick squeeze, running your thumb over the tip, wiping away the pre leaking there.  

“We can do that Rust,” you pull his underwear back up, over his leaking cock, and squeeze his ass, “think you can walk pretty girl?” 

“Fuckin’ course I can,” he huffs. 

“Then get up and go. I’ll follow you,” you promise, unperturbed by the bite in his words.  

On shaky legs he eases himself from your lap, and slowly he walks away from you towards the bedroom. You watch him go, entranced by the way his skirt swishes from side to side as his hips sway, squeezing yourself in your pants at the sight of it. 

Rust stops as he reaches the doorway, for just a moment. He doesn’t look back at you though; he knows you’ll be quick to follow.  

You stand as soon as he’s out of sight, snatching a—now near empty—pack of camels, and following him to the bedroom.  

You find him laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, clutching the fabric of his skirt in balled up fists.  

“Having second thoughts, Rust?” you ask softly, joining him on the bed. He snaps out of his haze, looking at you with the softest eyes.  

“No, just thinkin’” he reaches out, linking his arms around your neck and pulling you into a kiss. “Just thinkin’ ‘bout you inside me. If you’d hurry up, I wouldn’t have to think so much,” and that’s not the truth (at least not the whole truth), but you drop it for now.  

Kissing him again, you toss the pack of cigarettes to the bedside table, and hold his hips, making yourself comfortable between his legs.  

“Thought you wanted to be on your hands and knees?” you mumble against his lips. Rust grunts then bites your bottom lip. Brat.  

“Alright, I get it,” you say as you pull away from him. You tug his skirt and underwear down, helping him out of them, then tossing them to the side. Leaning over, you grab lube from the bedside dresser.  

“Relax baby, let me get you ready,” you hum softly, coating your fingers. Rust watches you intently, his brows furrowing when you press a finger against his hole.  

“Christ. Fuckin’ cold,” he grunts, though it sounds more whiny than anything.  

“Aw,” you coo, kissing his cheek, “sorry.”  

Rust doesn’t complain any more as you rub slow circles against him, getting him good and relaxed before pressing your finger into him gently.  

He sighs softly, melting into the bed beneath him as you slowly work a finger into his entrance. 

“There we go pretty girl,” you fuck him nice and slow with just one finger, feeling him loosen and relax for you. 

Rust usually goes quiet during this part, his breathing getting heavy and slow. He told you once that he likes to focus on whatever his synesthesia brings forward while you stretch him open. He’d tried to describe what it was like for him when you made him feel good, and you’d told him he sounded awfully poetic, which he’d immediately denied.  

You don’t mind him going quiet, instead focusing on the task at hand, which makes it easier to ignore how painfully hard you are. You kiss his face and neck, murmuring sweet praises as you do.  

“Ready,” he finally gasps, his eyes shooting open. You’ve got three fingers lodged up inside of him, curling to press against his prostate. His cock is leaking against his stomach (and you’re glad you’d unbuttoned his flannel earlier, otherwise he’d have bitched about it staining). He’s definitely ready. 

“Still wanna be on your hands and knees?” you ask as you slowly pull your fingers from him. Rust nods, tugging off the shirt entirely and going to move as soon as he’s empty.  

You’re so fast getting out of your clothes it’s like they’re on fire. You’d nearly gotten dizzy with lust, thinking about how he’d feel twitching and clenching around you as you’d fingered him open.  

Then you’re nestled up behind him, your hands all over his body, taking note of where his skin is soft and where it goes hard with scar tissue.  

“Condom?” you ask, massaging Rust’s ass as you rut your length against his sticky hole.  

“No,” he replies, looking back at you with sharp blue eyes. You lean down and kiss his bare back before lubing your cock and lining up with his hole.  

“Don’t ask me if I’m ready, I’m fuckin’ ready daddy,” he mumbles, holding onto a pillow in front of him.  

Rust’s breath hitches as the blunt head of your cock presses against his hole. You slide in easy. 

“There we go,” you coo softly, pressing into him, “taking me so well.” Rust whines, low and deep as you push into him with little resistance.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts when your hips meet his ass, balls deep inside of him.  

“That good?” you hum softly, beginning to slowly move your hips, “like having your pussy stuffed?” Rust groans, babbles something incoherent, twitches violently around you.  

“Faster,” he gasps, working himself back against you, “please.”  

You make him wait a moment, getting him really adjusted and comfortable with your length, before snapping your hips into him. Rust chokes, letting out a pleased moan when you start to fuck him into the mattress.  

Carefully, you tug out his hair tie, tossing it elsewhere, then moving his hair to the side, over his shoulder, so you can bend over his body and kiss his shoulder. 

One hand stays steady on his waist, the other sneaks around his body to touch his weeping cock.  

“So wet, Rust,” you murmur against his ear, stroking him in time with your relentless pace “feel so good around me.” He twitches, both around your length and within your hold at that.  

“Daddy,” he keens, his eyes clenched as tight as his white knuckled grip on the pillow is.  

“Perfect, so pretty,” you groan, “fuck, gonna let me cum inside?” He nods, clenching like a vice around you.  

“I’ll cum in ya, make you fuh-full with it sweetheart,” you kiss his skin, rubbing your thumb along the slit of his cock. "Gonna look so good, hah, with it leaking out of your fucked pussy,"

“Please,” he gasps, so soft, but you hear him loud and clear.  

“Want that?" He nods, "Want me cummin’ in you, pretty girl, getting you pregnant?” as soon as the words leave your mouth, you regret saying them. You’re hot all over and your brain is thoroughly muddled with lust, foggy, not thinking about the immediate or long term consequences of what spills from your lips.

“No,” he gasps, eyes shooting open, blue and wild. If his hands weren’t holding onto the pillow they’d be trembling. He chokes, his eyes welling up with tears in a way you’ve seen many times before. You pull back a bit, an apology is going to come ripping out of you, but then Rust is gasping, “yes.”  

“Yeah,” he hiccups again, groans your name and brings a hand down to cling onto your arm, “yeah, wanna baby, fuckin’ please, wanna—” he’s gasping, blinking tears away. You kiss his skin gently,  

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” you change your pace, fucking him nice, slow, and deep.

"Fuckin' want it, please," he begs, pleads.

"Darling I'll give you anything."

Rust cranes his neck back then, and you capture his lips in yours. He’s close and you can feel it; he’s breathing heavy, moaning and whining into your mouth, digging his nails into your skin, and clenching around your cock. You’re not far off either, in fact you might’ve been close a couple times now, holding off for him to find his climax first.  

You move your hips, readjust your position, just a fraction, and hit his prostate hard.  

Your name falls from his lips like it’s punched out of him, the only warning you get before Rust is spilling into your hands.  

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back to bathe in it, “god, daddy.” 

You follow soon after, feeling him milking your cock, working his hips back against your body, needy and fulfilled all at once. 

He lets out a noise akin to a sob as you fill him with cum. You let go of his slowly softening cock, and hold onto his hips tight, picking up the pace to fuck him through your orgasm.

“God Rust, did so good for me,” you groan once your hips slow to a stop, kissing his back affectionately as you ease yourself out of him. Rust doesn’t respond, which you’re used to.

He turns over with a satisfied sigh, leaning up against the headboard. You slide up next to him, and Rust lets you kiss him lovingly before you grab his smokes and a lighter. 

Passing Rust his ash tray, he sets it to his side before taking a cigarette loosely between his fingers. He has you light it for him, gazing at you as he sucks in that first breath of smoke.

He blows away from you, but leans against your body, knocking his head against your shoulder. You make yourself comfortable next to him, wrapping an arm around his body, tugging him close.  

He snuggles up next to you, a closeness you only came to know after months of this. There’s a peaceful quiet between you two, and it’s not until he’s halfway through his cigarette that you decide to break that. 

“You wanna tell me what you were really thinking about back there?” you ask softly, talking about when you’d first entered the room, because that’s easier to touch than the baby stuff. You massage circles into his skin, where you can touch, letting him take his time with answering you.  

Rust doesn’t respond for a long time. In fact, he’s smokes nearly the entire cigarette before licking his lips and clearing his throat. 

“I felt real—” he chokes, coughing to cover it, “felt real good. Felt pretty. I guess. Was just thinkin’ about that.”  

“You’re always pretty, you know that?” Rust lets out a disbelieving laugh at your words, snubbing out what little is left of his cigarette “I’m serious.” 

“Been told that father time wasn't so kind on me,” he grumbles. You kiss the top of his head, and hold him closer to your body.  

“I guess I’ll have to tell you that more often. That you’re pretty. Until you believe me.” 

“Sure,” and he might've wanted that to come out as dismissive, but Rust can't help the fondness that seeps into it. “Get me cleaned up first, then you can think about callin’ me pretty, daddy.” 

[conchstellations]

watching the 1990 LOTF movie!! my reactions:

hello all!!!! i was bored at midnight again so here it is: me watchin the 1990 movie, for the first time, hell yeah!!!!! here we go!!! its got the other movie to live up to, so im excited for a comedy lmao!! tl;dr at end if u want!!! its kinda long btw lmao

- castle rock entertainment??? piggy u better watch out bro

- fuck is that the pilot???

- k this isnt a big thing but why are they in water? the plane left a scar in the earth, they were on land.

- okay, again, me nitpicking. but idk, to me, they dont look 12?? maybe its just cause theyre all dressed up n that but they dont look like 12 yr olds to me like the last movie

- why tf does ralph (?) have a glowstick lmaooooo

- why are they all together. where is my conch. wher are my stupid ass choir outfits. maybe im not there yet and they have them, but i want my stupid cloaks!!! jack would not stand for this!!!

- why TF is the pilot alive???

- am i supposed to know whos who by now?? did i just miss that?? which ones ralph? which ones jack?? wheres simon???

- conch??? the conchs main job is to bring them together, and here theyre already together so???

- piggy already makin me love him gosh piggy is child

- okay so im guessing brown hair kid is ralph

- piggy protecting conch rights

- i do like piggys sass... very iconic

- okay whAT??? is that blonde kid supposed to be jack?? first off, jack has red hair. second off, there is no way in hELL THAT MY basTARD child jack merridew would let ralph win the election just like that??? wheres my choir??? wheres my c sharp???

- okay jack would for sure call piggy shitbrain nvm

- mY CHOIR WOULD NOT ACCEPT THAT SINGING. 

- wheres simon????

- r they fuckin cookin lizards??? nvm look away simon pls dont be in this

- is thAT BITCH supposed to be Simon?? hes got a lot to look up to. also why the FUCK is the adult alive. taht ruins the whole purpose of the entire book

- was that a dream??? sorry im dumb af lmao

- alrght simon is kind of an adorable hild and he likes lizard maybe hes valid?

- idk.. for some reason this ralph isnt like, giving me ralph vibes?? hes just not bring like ralphish u know??

- now im getting a little bit more of our beloved lil bitch ralph..

- okay wtf is going on lmao

- “SHOVE THEIR DICK IN THE CONCH” had me laughing for a solid fucking 30 minutes. william golding who??? whoever wrote that line is the new icon

- ‘EAT SHIT AND DIE”  okay wtffff im so confused but also vv entertained

- for some reason jack’s character is like 100% off, but also somehow 100% on point “thats exactly what i meant” like holy shit. like idk hes not jack but just sometimes he radiates “jack if he was allowed to swear and was less of a lil bitch” energy

- ok simon and lizard?? valid

- i swear to FUCKING GOD i will kill that child!!!

- im gonna cry. wtf. why would you kill his lizard. even this movie’s jack seems like he thinks thats fucked up and hes a psychopath. also, lemme say, at this point, i think most of the book characters would beat the shit out of someone if they were mean to simon like that, bc the choir were his friends, and ralphs tribe respected him, sooooo

- why tf is it simons job to take care of the adult that shouldnt even be there? liek wtf hes grieving asshole

- no fucking duh hes scared of everyone but simon i would be too 

- honestly kinda glad they let ralph say fuck he deserved it

- “back off man im sick of ur shit and sos my gang” fuckin got em

- let me guess pilot dude is the new beast???

- honestly wtf is goin on lmao

- okay piggys actor actually made me sd when he was crying about his glasses so good job

- simon comin through with the glowstick. also, good job simon

- well at least the lord of the flies looks terrifying as always

- are samneric putting on warpaint this early?? bc i WILL NOT stand for that shit. i am a samneric STAN Ok??? they were two of the tHREE left when simon died who didnt become cowards and go savage. they wree LOYAL to ralph until they were LITERALLY tied up and FORCED to join jack, and even then they helped ralph!!!! so fuck u. samneric are better than that.

- oh simon :(

- im glad they actually kind of (?) shwed simon like with the pig head bc last movei it was just ike them flipping the camera from pig to si so idkk

- ok that was a pretty ralph move to bring up the fire 24/7 lmao

- piggytits?? tf

- simon with hus fuckin glowstick lmao

- awe, simon

- okay HOLY SHIT. the sounds of what i assume to be them fucking stabbing simon are horrific. and then that cut to simon’s fucking mutiliated corpse?? holy SHIT. like as much as im complaining, thats the gruesome shit i expect from this book. i was expecting them to shy away from it bc its so awful, but im SO glad they didnt, bc that gave me fuckin chills. finally, something i can praise them on. thats the lord of the flies i expect. 

- i feel bad for ralph.. good job

- ok good. samneric came back. good job again.

- ok. nvm. the disrespect to my loyal children. alright.

- okay that child screaming as hes being whipped?? wtf.

- ok that line of piggy being scared that the russians will take them nad make them go into the olympics? gold. 

- piggys laugh is so pure

- why the fuCK are they finding instruments lmao

- poor piggy

- did roger just wolf whistle at ralph what the fuck is going on

- holy SHIt this movie does not hold back on the blood. but, wheres my conch explosion?? if ur gonna show him getting hit u gotta show the conch exploding. although, the conch means like nothing in this movie lmao

- okay wow piggys dead body cool cool cool

- ralph fucking YEETED that kid to the ground lmao

- okay, ralph crying?? good acting

tl;dr/conclusion/my thoughts: hooooo boy so i see why everyone likes 1960 one better. 

first, lets start with the obvious: why this isnt lord of the flies. because its not. if this wasnt telling me that its lord of the flies, i would think of it as that, really. first off, the conch. the conch represents civility, it brings them together. its important. when piggy dies, it dies, representing how all civility is now gone. i maybe saw the conch three times this movie. didnt do anything.

second, the pilot, captain whatever. the point of the beast to me is that they made it up. sure, the corpse was real, but it didnt pose a threat, it was simply a corpse. they made it into what it was, therefore proving that they are the beast. sure, the pilot here was harmless, but he grbbed a boy’s foot and was therefore making himself a possible threat. maybe its not a big deal i guess.

third, the characters. the point of lord of the flies is that they are rich kids who havent gone through anything. theyre the perfect, spoiled kids who havent done anything wrong. half of them are in choir. chOIR. in this movie, lets take jack for example. they said he stole  a car and got sent to military school. no. the point of jack is that he was a perfect kid. leader of choir. he was manipulitive and got even ADULTS to trust him. its part of hs character, showing that this perfect choir leader kid went fucking insane to prove how literally everyone can be evil. also samneric???? the direspect!! they were loyal to ralph until they were tied up and FORCED to join jack, and even then, after roger like beat the shit out of them, they were STILL loyal. fuck you.

so those are the MAIN reasons why it wasnt lotf. 

now, what i liked i guess.

the swearing was NOT lotf, and it didnt fit with the story, but ill admit that i laughed, so i guess thats a plus.

second, i liked how they showed the gore, i guess? sounds weird, hear me out. lord of the flies is a gruesome, violent, awful book. theres descriptions of death in detail, and im so glad they showed it. when simon’s body was there, literally torn to shreds? the shock of it, the true savagery you see that these boys murdered him SO violently, is amazing, because thats the essence of lotf. simons death shows how theyve lost all their civility, and showing such a gruesome corpse really brings that through. so good job.

and now, of course, the obvious: thats not the characters i pictured when i read the story. simon doesnt look like that, ralph doesnt look like that, jack doesnt look like that.

 where did the choir go, too? forgot to mention that, and i think that also adds into the whole, theyre supposed to be perfect kids and then become savage thing. also, the choir was a group. they voted for jack and went with him for a reason. 

so yea, thats that. dont know why people would read this lmao but thats my thoughts!!!! i just need to keep myself busy when i watch movies and to make sure i focused, i figured id just write down my thoughts as i went. if u wanna watch for free, look up lord of the flies 1990 google drive. 

;)))) and yea im posting this at 230 am lmao why not

[soapsynth]

i was tagged by @sarcasticpineapple (weee thank u dude!!!!)

1. Are you named after someone? nope

2. When was the last time you cried? hey!!!! you know what, i cant remember! that sso exciting I think it must be at least a week ago but i cant remember :))

3. Do you like your handwriting? i guess its ok,  but for some reason an unusually high number of people compliment me on it??

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? hmm i dunno, ham?

5. Do you have kids? no lol im 15!

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? well i think it would be hard to befriend myself bc im so awkward and im usually too shy to talk to people i dont know well, but if i was somehow able to get to know myself, I think I could be friends maybe?

7. Do you use sarcasm? yep :^)

8. Do you still have your tonsils? yep!

9. Would you bungee jump? yeah!! as long as im doing it in a safe way!

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? frosted flakes and fruit loops!!!!

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? not usually, unless i have to

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? like mentally or physically? tbh it doesnt matter because its a no for both :’/

13. What is your favorite ice cream? hooooo mint chocolate chip and cookie dough i think??

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? soemtimes faces, sometimes hair, i think? i dont really know honestly

15. What is your least favorite physical thing about yourself? uhhhh my nose, my eyebrows, my “”philtrum””,, idk

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? black sweat pants, no shoes

17. What are you listening to right now? miserable america by kevin abstract i LOVE kev!!

18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? blue.. and it would glow in the dark

19. Favorite smell? campfires, pine trees, fresh bread

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my dad probably

21. Favorite sport to watch? p much anything during the olympics! other than the olympics, i rly don’t watch sports

22. Hair color? dark brown naturally but rn the hair on the top of my head is a darkish blue and the sides are dark green/teal

23. Eye color? dark brown

24. Do you wear contacts? nope, but i probably should :P

25. Favorite food to eat? most desserts, fresh fruit like strawberries n raspberries is also super amazin

26. Scary movies or comedy? although i get scared easily I still like to (attempt) to watch scary movies sometimes, most comedies are not my sense of humor 

27. Last movie you watched? goodness i think it was perks of being a wallflower which i watched like 2 weeks ago :”/ gotta watch more films! it was very good tho!!

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? black,it’s a stranger things shirt :0

29. Summer or winter? SUMMER

30. Hugs or kisses? hhhhhh hugs are....... sometimes ok?? and ive never kissed anyone lmao but it seems weird

31. What book are you currently reading? none :”^( i need to read more im serious someone rec me a book!! just finished the book thief for school, got a good cry outta that one. but like in all honesty pls recommend me a book!

32. Who do you miss right now? carrie fisher

33. What is on your mouse pad? not using one!

34. What is the last TV program you watched? 13 reasons why

35. What is the best sound? like?? music? but if actual music doesn’t count, heavy rain/thunderstorms are so nice

36. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? for some reason i feel like im leanin a bit towards the beatles, but i don’t really listen to either

37. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? i live in canada, so i think that’d be norway!

38. Do you have a special talent? i can do a mediocre impression of sandy cheeks

39. Where were you born? ottawa, in canada!

i’m gonna tag @thegirlwhocountsstars, @sixteen-bees and @myexwife !!