#i dont mind doing like 5 minute doodles every day but i dont just want that to be the majority of the dailies

[kirbydaily]

are you gonna do the leap year?

i've been thinking over if i want to stop it at a year or keep going

ive been doing art for this blog with a little less effort just bc ive been more focused on drawing other things, but i still enjoy running it

i think id be disappointed if i stopped doing it but i also don't know if its as worth it if i don't make like. quality art for it anymore

[kuumara]

Will's possessed again. Don't even wanna call him that but whatever-he's locked in the bathroom. Screaming, yelling at him to let him out. Being generally violent. He's supervising him (on the other side of locked doors) because when he's like this for too long he starts hurting himself.

Sometimes in the middle of these episodes the real Will wakes up and takes control, but only for a moment. Mike hears him calm down, he's back.

He takes out his chewed up pencil and a little notebook; he still loves to write whenever he can, it makes him feel like everything is okay.

You okay, he writes on a piece of paper. It's more of an attempt of comfort than a question. Folds it up and pushes the pen and it through a hole in the wall. It was made by bullets from Nancy's shotgun when a demodog somehow got in this safe house. That was more than a year ago, probably- Will could still listen to and participate in their plans to find and kill Vecna while he was still weak. Then Vecna regained a lot of his powers and it got progressively worse, from these episodes happening once every 5 months to happening almost every 2 days.

Murray had said, "He's not allowed to listen anymore. We never know when he's just Will and when he's Spy-Will." That was half a year ago, but now they can kind of tell when he's possessed. He doesn't start being violent the second he gets possessed, he just gets this look on his face, an uncanny and unnatural look, wanting to get as much information as it can about their plans to stop Vecna. Then they of course lock him in a room, to prevent spying. Even Joyce didn't object, she just goes in a different building when this stuff is happening. Mike hates treating Will like this, he knows he's still in there while he's possessed, but Will isnt a frail 11 year-old anymore, when he's like that he can hurt others pretty badly. He almost broke Murray's legs once.

Mike wishes he could help. This wouldn't be happening if only he didn't let Will go that time in 1983. And 1984. And 1986-

Great even. Why?

The paper falls back through the hole. Mike smiles at Will's note. He enjoys talking to him, or just being close to him.

Do you think if Vecna gets cancer he's just gonna die and we dont have to kill him? He slides the paper and the pencil back. He hears a small laugh and laughs himself.

Maybe. I'll ask when he invades my mind again

Then he would get angry he would be like "why do you all want me dead" :(

Will doodles Vecna as a middle schooler getting bullied. They're both laughing now.

I enjoy talking to you Mike writes. He wants to write so much more and let Will know how much he appreciates and loves him, but after considering just straight up writing I love you he pushes the paper back.

Let me out then is what comes back. Mike's smile fades; Will's gone yet again.

After minutes of Mike not responding Will is knocking on the door between them, then pounding, then yelling at Mike for being a bad friend. All Mike can do is cover his ears and cry hopelessly.

Ok this wasnt intended to turn into a fanfiction but lowkey slay

[aristosakielon]

do you have any drawing advices? like things you wish people told you when you were starting etc

I am perhaps not the best person to ask about good art, nevertheless I am flattered! And not going to lie, I automatically think every ask is from a bot so it has taken me a while to reply, sorry!

Disclaimer in that I am still learning and improving every day, and I‘ve been drawing and doodling alone since a fetus so really I can only speak from my experience without any professional guidance or education in the subject, here are a few immediate thoughts;

- dont be afraid to go darker when using sharp pencil. be bold.

- anatomy is always useful to know when drawing animals/people - it‘s completely okay to use references, copying and interpreting help you learn. If digitally drawing, you may want to rough sketch first or use shaped, though this can be harder with traditional sketching.

- Draw for your own enjoyment or catharsis, seeking to please, forcing inspiration, or only doing so for monetisation sucks the joy?

- Doodle often without a finished image in mind

- Try not to compare your works to others, especially to artists younger than yourself. I once visited a Van Gogh exhibition and didn‘t paint for months afterwards because I know I will never be that good. It‘s not worth the artist block. If you do compare, focus on feelings of admiration and inspiration instead.

- It‘s easy to feel lost if you don‘t have your own ‚style‘ - it‘s not necessary to have, but maybe you will develop one through experimenting and it will come naturally.

- Don‘t feel put off if drawing even something small takes you a long time, or chastise yourself for procrastination. Most of my paintings are unfinished and most of my drawings are doodles because I lose interest quickly and have inspiration for something else.

- Negative space and colour theory is helpful? Though I learned these things on my own by practicing instead of reading because I find that boring. Bonus tip I thought helped me: shadows are often cool shades on a warm object! Not just a darker version of the same colour. Eg. Peach-coloured face with cool blue shading.

- unique perspectives and dynamic poses (even when your character is simply standing like contrapposto) can improve drawings drastically! May be my own bias talking, but sketching greco-roman statues helps so much with posing and anatomy.

And also a valuable question I learned very recently: when creating a portrait, are you drawing the figure as a subject or an object? —> this video has nothing to do with art but in fact it is talked about in depth when analysing Portrait of a Lady on Fire: https://youtu.be/3LcV2HmZUfY (around the 5-6 minute mark)

LASTLY, no art is bad art. If you are hesitant on posting or sharing, post it anyway, as someone out there will find meaning and beauty in it even if it is not your own view. You created something out of nothing, that in itself is to be proud of.

Hope this (essay omg) could help in any way :) apologises if it leans more towards portraiture rather than landscapes.

And now I will commence the ‚I shared my thoughts online oh no‘ and ‚damn i forgot to mention x y z’ emotions.

[paranoidgemsbok]

[PULLING UP A CHAIR] 

OKAY, SO-

about 5 or 6 years ago these new neighbors move in directly across the street, a couple and their like.  3 year old daughter.   it quickly becomes apparent that theyre Churchy people, the kinda ‘weird fringe christian’ that pops up around here constantly thats like a step away from a cult.  

their house sits against a stretch of woods that go deep enough that bears come out of them sometimes, and its a decent sized bit of land on the lot itself, to put it in perspective. 

immediately the guy starts Landscaping, which like, fine okay.  whatever put a garden in sure.  but he keeps landscaping.  way into the night sometimes, like 11-1am, machines running, lights on, his truck pulling in and out.  he starts a landscaping Business, and buys Machines and Equipment. 

Every Night he backs his truck into a Very Specific part of the yard, against the treeline and nearly touching the shed on the property.  I’m talking VERY specific like, he would spend upwards of 15 minutes per night aligning this vehicle. 

He builds a second shed, behind the first shed.  not an addition to the first shed, mind you, but a second shed.

he continues landscaping.  he sometimes puts in more Piles of Mulch and Trees in the yard, but its never the amount of change youd expect from the sheer time he spends Doing Shit In His Yard.  day and night he is coming in and running machines and generators by the shed.

they homeschool their kids (they since have another child) and largely keep isolated.  he keeps landscaping.  and up until this point im mostly alone in being like THIS DUDES A WEIRDO and its largely vibe-based, yknow?  its half a running gag.  literally he has not stopped landscaping his yard at insane hours since he moved in and i just think thats weird.

suddenly, about three months ago, a FOR SALE sign pops up, in the yard.  my mom casually asks the lady (Dani) what’s goin on and why theyre moving.  Oh, They Are Moving To Alaska.  theyre selling Everything and putting their valuables into a trailer and selling their house and theyre going to Drive to Alaska from Pennsylvania.  no, they dont have family or friends up there.  No, no one got a spectacular job.  No, they don’t have a fucking house lined up.  they plan to be out of the house by september (again, about two months after the decision to move) and Dani seems honestly pretty unsure about this whole thing, but her husband the serial killer pops out of the shed all cheery and cordial and talking about moving and how they’re selling all their things. hes selling the landscaping business and equipment and is planning to do Snow Removal as a freelancer.

oh, also, they didnt start shopping for an RV until like two weeks ago, and its going to be two to three months until the RV they want comes in.  putting us nicely in december.  to drive to alaska.  he reportedly talked about needing hay bales(?) to pack around the vehicle so it doesnt freeze at night.

ps they have two young children, who both seem outwardly to be special needs

pps they have two doodle-mix large dogs.

im begging you to imagine this RV. 

they are intending to homestead up there, in a ‘census designated place’ that is 700 square miles with less than 2000 people.  he mentioned offhand how its apparently hard to get animal feed shipped in and they have to get a special freezer for it to last through the winter.

they left sometime last week in the middle of the night.  i do not know where theyre staying until the RV comes in.

this is at the very least incredibly unhinged behavior and when they find bodies in that yard they wont publish my interview because ill just be like I FUCKIN TOLD EVERYONE! I SAID IT! YOU HEARD ME.  I TOLD YOU.  I FUCKIN TOLD YOU.

[loptido]

Your an idiot

Albedo x GN!Reader

summary : you were reckless, you were determined, you were.. an idiot. he was an idiot

warnings : angst, implied death, Albedo didnt really let go/move on. lost of another body part(ear), light descriptions of blood/bloody places. Not read over/Checked (again)

setting : different-au(unnamed)

notes : part 2, this had been swimming in my head for awhile now and im finally feeling up to writing. (movin this to my side blog, pokapepii)

// Draw with me - Part 1 (read first)

// — Genshin Masterlist

“Writing” , “Normal/talking” , “writing from the past”

“Can you stop punching the wall?” He pleaded through words as you continued to to what you did last time. Punching the glass. “I.. don’t want last time to happen again,” Albedo tried to smile, youve been running into the wall again and again, lately. And he was scared of what injuries may find its way if you continued on.

“Please?”

You paused to read what he wrote, “…”, you sighed with a slow nod. Slumping down to the ground, legs to your chest. Albedo in turn gave you a thumbs up.

“What’s the ladder for?” He asked one day, noticing the tall wooden ladder you were setting up. Upon seeing him and the confused look on his face, you gave him a quick smile and walked over, hand in your pocket for the chalk. “Hi! :D” He laughed and gave you a wave. Moving to sit down on the ground. “Dont worry about the ladder” You drew a smiling face and a thumbs up. Albedo nodded, he wouldn’t pry into your life. Even he had secrets he kept and you never asked.

“Wanna draw?”

“Sure”

A plethora of drawings soon covered the wall, ranging from complex drawings from him, to simple doodles you both drew. It was silent the whole time, as in you both didn’t write anything. Just enjoying the company and drawings.

“Another day, i can do it another day.” You said to yourself out loud in a silent whisper, he couldn’t hear. Just like every time.

And so you set the ladder up again the next day, preparing it for your plan. You only hoped it wouldn’t end as badly as it did last time. Your arm never did heal in the aftermath.

Albedo was late today. But when he did arrive, after running and rushing out his home, he quickly began to write down questions of what you were doing. Just like the last time.

You were atop the ladder from yesterday, waving at him with a nervous smile, the chalk in hand.

You began going down the ladder when you saw him writing and looking up at you in fear. Then-

*THUD* The ladder fell, you with it. Albedo ran over and began hitting the glass walk trying to get you to notice him and stand. “Are you okay- what were you thinking?!” He scribbled down; on his knees and staring at your fallen form. You were unmoving for 5 minutes, and the worst possibility had already crossed his mind.

To his relief you got up with a grunt he couldn’t hear, you lifted your head and looked at him, and his face paled at the sight of a light dark crimson stream going down your face. “Your bleeding,” Albedo informed you when he realized you hadnt noticed.

You couldn’t see what he wrote, everything was a blur and a bit hazy. So you moved closer, every movement sending a shock of pain. Mainly from your arm, your head was throbbing. Why was that?

“Y/n, your bleeding.” Albedo said again.

Your mouth turned into an ‘O’ as you slowly rose to your feet, ready to tell him goodbye. But the chalk wasnt in your hand anymore, you look around for it. Your hand now covering the bleeding section of your head to stop the blood.

Then you saw it, though it wasnt on your side, instead his. And.. you noticed something else had fallen with the chalk, there was also a red smear of crimson blood on the glass. Leading down to a-

You face turns to one of horror, putting two and two together, you ran away once more.

Albedo gulped down the worry that began to bubble up, he took slow steps to what you had previously been looking at. And just like you, he found the chalk. And something else, something bloody. An ear. Your ear.

Albedo stepped back, then he stepped forward. Quickly running to grab the chalk before moving away from the fallen ear and the blood.

He had walked back to where you both had just spoken at, looking for you. Where were you? Were you okay? Those questions kept coming back,

“..Are you still there?” Albedo asked no one in particular, voice nothing but a mere whisper. He waited and waited for days, and days.

“Are you Albedo?” A woman with a sheet of paper asked him, she stood where you once stood, he was waiting by your drawings, smiling to himself as his finger traced over them. “Yes?” He replied, Albedo saw the woman’s eyes brim with tears.

She took out another sheet, “Im sorry, i know you were close” was all the paper said. The woman looked at him with pity, and that was all it took for him to understand what she meant. With a shuddering breath, he nodded.

As soon as the woman left his sights, he brought his legs to his chest and buried his head in between his arms and knees. His shoulders shaking as he quietly sobbed.

Today was no different to the past others, he was waiting by the wall for you again. Laughing to himself as he reread all your conversations and saw your drawings again. In his hand was chalk, like always. But this time it was yours, the one that had fallen during that horrid day. The one that was chipped and cracked from the fall.

Albedo held it with a gentle grip, afraid it’ll crumble apart if he help it any stronger. Soon he was shaking as he slowly used the object in his hand to write on the wall. “Your an idiot” “i love you”

Slouched down, legs held close to his chest, under the cloak he began to wear, Albedo cried into his arm. “..Your an idiot,” he muttered. Not to you, but to himself. He was an idiot for clinging onto the past, for getting attached to you, for defying the warnings.

“If we never met, would you be better off then?” He wrote one last time, his handwriting was messier than usual, Albedo could barely see what he wrote, eyes blurry with tears.

Your an idiot, he told himself as he reluctantly rose and walked away.

a/n : hhhhh, its done (btw, reasoning for change of theme on part 1 and this finale. Is bc im gonna link it in my writing blog now)

[burningalight]

my binders/locker in grade school were stuffed with so much shit i couldnt find anything...always crumpled up papers, trash etc

chewed pencils/pens, broke them taking them apart in class, lost them, often didn’t have one, frequently borrowing them and forgetting to give them back to the point that certain people wouldn’t give me pencils

could comprehend reading i liked very well, but when we’d have reading groups with boring books id always be lost,  or when the teachers would have one on ones and have u read something short and ask questions after to assess ur reading level, they’d often have to tell me to read it again bc they knew how much i remembered didnt add up to my intelligence and reading speed 

moms college friend gave me an unoffical iq test and i did much worse than i know i shouldve on the reading portion bc she’d play a story and then ask me after to list every detail i could remember and i couldn’t remember anything. but when she played 10 numbers and asked me to say them out loud backwards i scored extremely high ?

couldnt do projects, would be in tears, last minute every time, parents mad bc i need a poster board RIGHT NOW ITS DUE TOMORROW . hated assigned reading, horrible at essays even when they helped us plan them. 

i remember my 7th grade social studies teacher assigning a paper, i wrote extremely detailed and well in the first paragraph or 2, and the following ones got shorter and shorter and were completely bullshit bc i got bored. she told me ‘really strong first paragraph.’ and gave me a B  

talk too got damn fast. customers constantly telling me to slow down bc they cant understand me

my mom always says she had to challenge me as a kid bc i would get bored and get in trouble. i was acting out bc i was understimulated, i happened to like learning (esp numbers and puzzles) bc smart so that’s what i could fixate on and felt stimulated by

lunch detention frequently in 8th grade in my first highschool class, algebra, bc i wouldnt do my homework, at one point he just stopped giving lunch detention for that bc i wouldnt do it. i hated that class bc the math was boring and i never paid attention but would somehow pull off a’s and b’s on tests so i ended up with a B. my first B, and i had brought that up from a D (told my mom it was almost a C, he gave a really hard test and we all did bad etc, when she had to sign a paper about my low grade) at the end of the year, during the exam i was so confused the whole time, it was my first highschool exam and i didn’t know ANYTHING. i ended up with a 92 from guessing, and a curve, and every one of my friends got at least a 93 or better and i felt so stupid bc i was supposed to be the best at math

i would take every highschool class in honors but not one english class bc it required more essays and summer reading and i knew i wouldnt do the reading and would cry over the essays

the only other class i didnt take honors was chemistry bc i knew the honors teacher had a lot of projects and i would be stressing over them. i ended up with an A in the standard chem class even tho i never finished any work in class and didnt do homework, but i was still the smartest in the class and did the best overall

lunch detention for forgetting to get papers signed like report cards. they weren’t even bad grades i just couldnt remember. one time i got actual detention for forging my moms signature bc i got lunch detention for several days straight bc i kept forgetting to get the paper signed 

often had permission slips waiting to be signed the day before the field trip, or told my mom it was picture day the day before or morning of. one time i totally forgot it was picture day and didnt dress up

acting out and not thinking ab the consequences, many referrals.. many more times that my teachers let me get away with acting out when someone else doing the same thing would’ve been punished. one time anna and i left in the middle of class to go with emma to the library, only emma had permission, and my teacher had anna and i do wall sits instead of going to the office. in gym in middle school i would never dress out. i hated the clothes and hated gym bc i was awkward and if we didnt dress out we had to copy pages out of the health textbook the entire time and i would barely write 2 paragraphs bc i was so bored and my hand hurt and he never did anything ab it. i wouldnt dress out at least twice per week if not more. told my mom I had a C bc he had it out for me but i was the problem

in elementary school if we didn’t come to gym day wearing the right shoes we had to go into the back and pick out a pair of sneakers that fit out of a box of shoes, and also borrow socks if necessary. i had to do this frequently bc i never remembered to wear the right shoes

i would extremely often forget my library books and have to sit on the couch waiting for everyone to pick out their books for half an hour

when we were even younger we’d have story time and you had to sit in the middle of the floor inside a big circle of chairs where everyone else was if you forgot your library books. i lost one at one point for months and my parents didnt just pay for it so i had to sit in the middle every time. we found the book on a shelf somewhere in the house 

my chorus teacher never liked me bc i talked too much and i always felt like the worst singer, not bc of my singing but bc she wasn’t ever nice to me

in 7th grade science we learned latin root words and every day we’d play a game where we all stood up and one by one he’d ask for a root and we’d give it. if you got it wrong on the first round you’d have to write it on a piece of paper x amount of times and turn it in. if you were the last person left you were allowed to sit on your desk for the rest of the year, during these games while everyone else had to stand up. i wanted so badly to sit on my desk, esp bc i was fidgety and couldnt stand still, but i would never study them bc i’d forget or not want to if i did remember, even tho i really wanted to know them and sit on my desk. that teacher had a huge soft spot for me and one day i just started sitting on my desk during those. everyone knew i was smart, and it was all the smart kids who got to sit on their desks, so no one questioned it. im not sure if he knew i wasnt supposed to and just let me, or didnt realize i hadnt won bc i was smart. 

hyperlexia? mom said i could practically read before i was taught. i’ve always obsessively air written, ie writing words out w my finger in the air, on my leg etc. 

esp during lectures i doodle excessively to the point that my papers margins have always been covered with random scribbly overlapped words, or song lyrics. the words are usually something someone in the class said. ive started keeping an extra sheet of paper just for scribbling when im taking notes or listening in class. when we finished end of year tests in school i would write down full lyrics to songs on my scrap paper so i wouldnt be so bored. my hand cramps up so much but it was better than staring or trying to sleep with the lights on 

doing things and forgetting to turn them in

hyperfixating on books to cope w boredom and social anxiety, at one point read one per day, i was definitely one of the most frequent people in the library 

‘ The way I see it is if I can get information into my mind, I can do a lot with it but getting it in there in the first place is the really difficult part.’ - not mine

none of my teachers ever told my mom any of this i dont think, bc i was the smartest and i always got good grades, most had a soft spot for me BUT COULDNT SEE I HAD ADHD like damn. one time my fourth grade teacher whom i liked a lot was mad at us and indirectly calling people out, and referred to the fact that some of us never stopped talking , then made direct eye contact with me and i felt rly embarrassed bc i didnt realize i did that until she mentioned it

i often had to move seats if i was near friends bc i wouldnt stop instigating talking

at big lots when i had to run the register i was so painfully bored , fidgety, had to sneak my phone soo much bc i was so bored. when i was on the floor i would put away the go backs very quickly and then take upon myself a project like going through the entire wall of individual drinks and pulling out all the expired ones, it was like 5 carts full. my manager put me in charge of organizing the entire makeup section and all the gross clearance makeup bc she knew id do it the best and fastest 

when bosses have me do inventory i can count the products super fast and efficiently, but then when they have me put them into a spreadsheet i stare at it for hours getting nothing done bc distracted and its boring. ammar told me if i’d just get off my phone i could get it done bc he’d been asking for it for weeks, i wasnt trying to ignore it 

when im trying to do something at work that needs more concentration, i want to cry with frustration whenever i hear the door chime and have to get up and help customers and break my focus

[narcissusanasui]

all of an 😎

*em. all of em. jesus christ.

god katie, fInE (but thanks, cherie, love yo

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Read Les Mis, watch Game of Thrones and Voltron, listen to folk rock (especially Phillip Phillips and Mumford & Sons)

2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

Never really thought about that, but the writing styles of Dickens, Doyle, and Austin always stick in my head so i guess them???

3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

katie NO, that’s TOO MUCH. so i guess i’ll just give examples of the ones that i have actually thought about relating to:

Katara from A:tla was like THE strong female character of my childhood. Guarantee that she made me a feminist

Lance from Voltron because i spent way too much time like 4th grade through 11th worrying that i was that “seventh wheel” and thinking that i didn’t have a lot of skill and i wanna support my friends so yeah

Yuuri Katsuki from Yuri on Ice. look what the world did to this guy - he’s got anxiety

Ennoshita Chikara from Haikyuu because BOI I ALWAYS GET SHOVED INTO HAVING TO LEAD PEOPLE BUT IT TOOK ME YEARS TO UNDERSTAND IT

Sugawara Koushi from Haikyuu. i am the Mom Friend and i will fight you

4. do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?

i do like my name. my parents almost named me Colleen - which i don’t think fits, but then again i believe that we all grow to fit our names. i hated my last name as a little kid because no one would say it right (an issue that exists today too) and like when i started elementary school i straight up kept the spelling of it on a piece of paper in my pocket so i wouldnt mess up. now i love it and i think my name flows really well and if i get married i might not change it.

5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?

well i call myself a human being. and while my actions are important to me, thinking too much about what i do and what i couldve done gets me freaked out so instead i sit and just be. i’ll think calmly and exist

6. are you religious/spiritual?

im agnostic - raised Roman Catholic (but even then we werent strict about following it but i did do ccd and my sacraments so yeah). i want to believe that there is something but there just isnt enough solid evidence for me to be comfortable and if there is some god or force or something, i am a minuscule piece of the massive universe and that god wouldnt give a shit so why should they influence my decisions? i love religions tho. they have fascinating history and i love seeing all the similarites because it just shows how so many humans are all so similarly spiritual and through seeing those similarites it makes me feel more spiritual because i know my catholic upbringing shaped me as a person and i know that there has to be a deeper meaning behind the world’s religions being so connected

7. do you care about your ethnicity?

yes. im fifty shades of white, but the larger pieces of my background are the cultures that my family celebrate still today and they are what i identify as. im italian-irish-american with a polish last name and i will eat my cuisine and wear the Callahan family crest and hopefully make it to Avelino someday

8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?

i was raised on billy joel and elton john so their music is built into me with such a powerful level of nostalgia that i will feel like im back in my house before we repainted it and replaced the furniture and im dancing like an idiot to crocodile rock at age 4 again. PP and M&S hit my emotions hard since i first heard them, but M&S’s Sigh No More album will forever equal driving to chicago because we played that album and only that album the. whole. time. except at night because thats when billy joel comes out

9. are you an artist?

at the most basic definition yes. i make art for fun and relaxation through music and writing and doodling and crafts

10. do you have a creed?

i just want to be content with my life when i die. i want to know that i loved and supported people the best i could. so i guess always put the family first (family being whoever i deem to be in that category). and don’t be an asshole.

11. describe your ideal day.

not too hot or cold, like the temperature fall shouldve been. hiking a trail or mountain with changing leaves, watch some of my favorite shows, go to one of my favorite small restaurants.

12. dog person or cat person?

cat.

13. inside or outdoors?

inside

14. are you a musician?

yes

15. five most influential books over your lifetime.

stoppppppp. Tale of Two Cities, Catch-22, Pride & Prejudice, Night, To Kill a Mockingbird

16. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?

nope. i grew up 30-60 minutes from some of the most important locations in american history. went to them way too many times as a kid so then when i was a teen i just snapped like “wait some people only come here once in their lives and thats why we have so many annoying tourists! because this kind of stuff ISNT NORMAL?!” and now im a history major so yeah

17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?

almost. i cant really be fully myself because that involves way too much of my personal life and im scared of accidentally pissing people off on the internet so there is a little bit more filter here

18. what’s your patronus?

i actually dont know because i lost my pottermore login forever ago so i never actually did that quiz

19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?

im ravenclaw with hufflepuff as my secondary, so im a ravenpuff, but ravenclaw is totally my main

20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?

Hogwarts or the world of Avatar (not the blue people one) - like after war when everything is chill and magical

21. do you love easily?

when i get attached to someone, good luck getting rid of me, im here for the long haul, so yes

22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.

listening to music, thinking about fictional stories i want to write, reading, watching videos, actually writing (whether that be my journal or my fiction or hw)

23. how often would you want to see your family every year?

as much as possible

24. have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?

as when i felt perfectly in sync talking to someone? yes with my history prof and with my father

25. could you live as a hermit?

im an introvert but id miss my loved ones too much

26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality?

im cis female and im asexual (somewhere on the spectrum), my romantic attraction is something im still figuring out

27. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?

katie considering you figured me out basically on sight, yes

28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?

5 or 6?

29. three songs that you connect with right now.

“Africa” by Toto because it’s still in my head. “Float On” by Modest Mouse. “Sound of Change” by Dirty Head.

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.

“I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable. I am an original.” - said by Aaron Burr in Hamilton

katie i shouldve been finishing my essay

I would say send me a number but this is done now lol so go reblog it and join the fun