#i got lazy but i know my printing is actually horrific

[junebugtwin]

everybody go look at @lakesbian 's post that inspired me to make this, because it is both funny, a little sad, and objectively Correct.

(ALSO should copy this and paste it onto ms paint or something to read it properly)

[bonelady]

I'm nearing a year since I read Dispatches and realizing just how much it's wormed it's way into my head. when I first read it, it clicked the way that the States has done things really hasn't changed much in the last fifty years other than to make it harder for civilians to understand what is happening or why. For example, we don't have the draft anymore because when every Tom, Dick, and Harry is sent off to another country to kill people so the government can take all of their natural resources and money and whatnot, people pay attention. They want to know where their kids went. They want to know how thigs are going. This puts the government, their interests, their involvement in foreign affairs, under scrutiny. This is bad for the government because they're basically always doing some fucked up shit. So now there's no draft, you get contractors who want to be doing horrific shit, and poor people who are lied to and coerced into doing horrific shit because they simply have no way to make money at home, and all the middle class people can live their silly little lives where bad things happen "over there" and it's "so unfortunate, you know, but what can you do" but it doesn't actually materially impact them.

As I was finishing the book, I had just gotten out of my second year of working in the grocery stores during the pandemic (which is ongoing, despite the prevailing attitude) and into a stupid office job. During those two years I was consistently spit, coughed, and sneezed on, screamed at and threatened for behaving as though COVID were a big deal, while being critically underpaid and overworked as the grocery companies took in billions in profit. For a large chunk of my time there I was doing the pickup service, where employees would get orders from the day before, pick them off the shelves, pack them up, and get them into people's cars. For the first couple months of the pandemic, the department was staffed extra, people had decent hours, wages were raised a few dollars an hour, things were if not good, at least approaching decent. By May of 2020, Kroger cut staffing across the board. Hours were cut. Hazard pay was replaced by a dollar off a bottle of coke coupouns and a 'thank you' email. And our workload doubled, tripled on top of this as it became clear that things were gonna drag on, and the company was gonna make bank off of it.

The moment that sticks out most clearly to me was the 4th of July that same year. Shifts were reduced to near skeleton crews already, but for the holiday we had literally the minimum number of people you could schedule and still have coverage, which was 4. On a normal day, which was pretty busy, we had somewhere between 90 and a hundred orders, and seven or eight people to deal with them and we could usually squeeze by. When I clocked in that morning we had over 200. Every phone was ringing nonstop. Management said they didn't see the orders that we were complaining about (they were looking at the list of cancelled orders, and would not change to the appropriate tab or come to the back to see the labels, which printed automatically and were spilling to the floor) and refused to call anyone else in. It got to the point where our shift lead was just banging the phone off and on the hook repeatedly to hang up calls because if you answered the phone at all it was some suburban freak who never worked a real job before screaming at you that "their order was late and why weren't you picking up, our party is ruined you lazy fuck". We were all sobbing, even while pushing the carts through the store to grab items. It was awful, but we all had bills to pay. Most of the crew had kids to feed. My parents both spent time out of work during this time, and my siblings and I were pitching in to keep a roof over our heads. We had no other choice but to work ten, twelve, sixteen hour days trying to get people their food.

Flash forwards and I now work in the 'nice' part of Seattle. I'm surrounded by middle and upper class yuppie dickheads who've never suffered in their lives, who stopped masking the second it stopped being required, and often before then. They look at me like I'm a freak for wearing a respirator when damn near everyone else is just walking around like nothing is happening as wave after wave of plague rips through the place. People who talk about the last few years as though they were just an inconvenince on their dinner and travel plans, and not like friends and family became crippled, further crippled, or dead serving them. Like I do. Like my friends do. Once a week someone asks 'So when is that coming off?' while hacking coughs fire off in earshot. I hear people talk about their vacations to Dubai while if I miss a bus connection I have to walk a half a mile on the highway shoulder just to get there and pray that some dickhead doesn't flatten me again on the way. All this to make barely enough money to scrape by on my own so that I can have one place in the world mostly safe from the plague.

It's not the same as war, but there are parallels. Poor people in the States and abroad ground to dust deliberately in the name of Capital. No end in sight. Government says it's all going fine. I may not wear the helmet, but I was born to die, man. It fucks you up. But I'm bound and determined to get out, and get as many people out as I can once I've got my feet down somewhere stable. I might be born to die, but that's a ways off yet. I got shit to do.

Peace and Love, y'all.

[mneiai]

Reading/re-reading a bunch of Dragon Age books and thought I'd give my quick thoughts for the ones I've gone through the last few days:

Asunder - 6/10. Always shocked Gaider wrote it, it does not feel like someone who knows the lore or games well, except insofar that a lot of the fight scenes are "this is how I envision it would play out in the game" as opposed to ones meant to be read. I can't remember if the printed version was this bad, but either there some horrific typos in the digital version or, again, it does not feel like someone that knows the lore wrote it ("Rite of Annulment" what the fuck). Creates some weird conflicts with established lore for no good reason. Last half better than the first half and Cole, Rhys, and Evangeline are genuinely likable once it gets going, at least.

Tevinter Nights - 3/10 to 10/10. Weirdly find the Talons story incredibly engaging and the characters very interesting (though that could be my OCD-based sympathy lol) and wish it were a book of its own and not just a short story that had to rush over a lot. In fact, I'd say most of the Crows-related stories are good, as well as the ones actually set in Tevinter. The Grey Wardens ones vary in quality and the Nevarra ones read like someone took passages from the World of Thedas and told a writer they had to come up with an excuse to infodump with poor mysteries shoved in. Most of the rest were just blah.

Magekiller - 2/10. This is so bad. The intro feels like some 12 year old writing about their OC and the addition of the relationship between Marius and that one DAI NPC that never goes anywhere again makes the protags honestly look way more at fault for some of the shit that goes down in DAI than Cole ever could. And this is true about all the comics, but the art is Not Great and relies very heavily on lazy shortcuts normally found in lower quality comics. Also a lot of lowkey ableism considering how Marius comes across. Never had strong feelings about Charter before, but now I dislike her.

Alistair comics - 5/10. The collection doesn't seem to have a good name to call all these lol Anyway, some interesting parts, getting to see one of my fav Tevinter characters and the way she's handled is always nice, but the whole thing is very C-quality-DLC-plot-thrown-out-during-development. Just all over the place. Hated the Isabella stuff, what even was that? We're not even going to get into the multiple international innocents that should have happened, but the whole thing was honestly ridiculous. Mae carries this shit.

Knight Errant - 8/10. Vaea and Ser Aaron are a trope, but it's a good one for comics and well-done in this, they're very cute. Varric feels way more natural here than in the Alistair ones, not sure what's going on with Sebastian but I think that has more to do with how wishywashy he has to be for Bioware canon than anything else. Literally nothing will make me care about the Magekiller romance, though, and it's honestly weird that's the conceit for the job.

Wraiths of Tevinter - 6/10. I think this was slightly better because it had to establish some of the characters, but it wasn't great (and what the hell did they do to my poor Fenris?!). The original stuff was better than when it started mixing into the overarching comics plotline, and the fact that 50% of these DA works fall back on "Qunari Ex Machina" got very old by this point. I cared absolutely zero amount about any of the villains and the Magekiller characters felt incredibly out of place in an already large cast. If it weren't for the endearing Knight Errant team and the mabari, I'd probably mark it down lower. Also lol why am I supposed to care about a slave owner Venatori apologist just because she had a bad childhood? Literally every one of the characters had a bad childhood. Fenris and Marius were literally slaves!

Also actually sitting down and reading the World of Thedas volumes instead of just looking stuff up in them and they're...fine. I still wish they were more encyclopedia like and I'm still confused at some of the assumptions people make based on things clearly not actually said in them, but that's fandom for you.

[bibbykins]

Moonlight Reign Ch. 5

A/N: I’m so lazy rip. I’m still working on the drabble game requests and convoluted code and a yandere Tae fic. Why do I do this? I’m also trying to get a job. I finished this chapter at 3am, so please make me feel good about it. I’m a mess

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, possible Smut later

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, and blood

Chapter Summary: You go public and remember your family as you lean into danger

This world was a circus, and you were back to rolling with the ringleaders. The audience thinks they’re in control when they’re the ones being controlled. The audience oohed and aahed at the fun tricks, glamorous showings, and gut wrenching suspense, all unknowingly drowning out the horrific sounds behind the scene. The deception, the disgusting exhibitions, and the literal gut wrenching. Those who looked close enough could see it behind a translucent curtain, but they were smart enough to look away. The likes of you do tricks because you want to because you have no care to mop up blood in front of children, it’s just easier that way, so you dance. You dance with the show until the crowd is ready to face the real music. However, the audience and act know this show will forever go on, You and this circus will live in every town.

You hadn’t gotten this dolled up in years. Your hair was styled elegantly, your dress was an ironic green, your bruised neck covered with a matching scarf, and you were being coached on your questions. This nation treated the beautiful as celebrities, so you had to look the standard, now being apart if the group.

Cameras were everywhere outside the prison. Your father was given the speediest trial of a lifetime, seeing as he “took a deal”. However, you knew the truth. He was hauled into prison before he could even blink. That’s when the information was leaked. The green haired girl steps forward and turns in her own father. What an utter joke, but everyone was laughing, enjoying it.

“Okay, think of this as your first press conference,” Jungkook spoke, only minutes away from leaving the prison.

“You remember everything we rehearsed?” Jin asked as you nodded, looking at all the seven guys.

“Look solemn,” Namjoon reminded you.

“Act shy, modest.” Jimin smiled to encourage you.

“If you can’t handle then anymore, just start sobbing, okay?” Taehyung reminded you.

“You think you can handle it?” Hoseok asked, “You remember the story?”

“I can do this.”

“Alright babydoll, let’s give them what they want,” Yoongi smirked as the men got into position, crowding around you to portray support.

The podium was set up, and this was it, you would introduce yourself to the public. You stepped to the mic, “Hello, I am y/n, formerly known as the girl with green hair.”

The questions swarmed, but eventually order was had and you could hear one question at a time, “How did you not also get arrested for your crimes?”

“I was a brainwashed kid, and I gave the authorities my father.”

“You still consider the former crime lord your father?”

You faked a lip tremble, “He… He was the only one I had ever known.”

“Will you be visiting him?”

“I’m not sure, I want to try and face him,” You mocked a sad expression, capturing pity, “He was my family.”

“Why did you wait so many years to reveal yourself?”

“I spent a lot of that time looking for my father, and Min Yoongi assisted me in the search. The Bangtan Group ensured my safety in doing so.” Yoongi and Jungkook put their hands on your shoulder as choreographed comfort, “I was scared for a long while, since I had been forced to… to… I’m sorry,” You wiped a fake tear.

“What will you be doing now?”

“Trying to lead a normal life,” You explained, “I want to better myself.”

“Have you seen your uncle Byungjoo as well?”

You paused, remembering how his blood felt on your face, “No, I haven’t, but if anyone sees him, please don’t delay in turning him in.”

“Do you have any family left? What about your birth parents? When was the last time they contacted you?”

You could feel bile forming in your throat. No, you don’t have any family left. Your birth parents were as deep as they could bury them. The last time you heard from the likes of them? Now that was a terrible question. If you had a penny for each time you’ve been kidnapped and tortured, you’d be a millionaire. If you had a penny for each time it genuinely hurt you, you’d have one too many.

“Y/n!” Your brother called out to you as you walked out of the high school, searching for him. You looked to see him waving wildly in front of his car, invoking a smile on your face.

You jogged to him in glee, “Tony!” You used his name, which at the time you didn’t know was fake, “I didn’t know you were picking me up.”

“Yeah well, you said you wanted to meet my girlfriend, and she just got fired so she has some free time-”

“Tony!” A shrill voice rang out as a pretty older woman stepped out of the car, “That’s how you introduce me?!” She faced you, her scowl turning into a smile upon laying eyes on you, hands going to cup your face, “Oh my goodness, you’re like a doll!” She squealed and you couldn’t help but smile, “How precious.”

“Thank you.” You managed as your cheeks were squished, too blissful to care that you were 15 and getting your cheeks squished outside your school.

“Also, don’t listen to your nasty brother, I didn’t get fired, I quit,” She glared at him, “ I got dignity you know!” She barked as he put his hands up in surrender.

This was what you craved, a comfortable presence, a sense of family. Tony spent months tracking you down last year after seeing you in the background of the local news once. He was seven years older than you, and he was a good brother until he closed his own private circus to you, and showed you what happened behind the curtain, but you still had a good few weeks before the thought of family was ruined.

“Well, we’re short-staffed at my job for waitresses,” You offered, “The owner is really sweet.”

She squealed, pulling you into a hug, “Your sister is such an angel!”

You giggled, returning the hug, “Oh yeah, Y/n, this is my girlfriend, Dohye.”

Yoongi grabbed your hand from behind the podium, bringing you back to reality. You blinked, “My birth parents were victims of my father.”

“What is your relationship with Bangtan?”

“That will be all the questions y/n will take today, thank you,” Yoongi spoke, guiding you to the limo as the guards cleared a path, the clamoring of reporters constant.

“Shit,” You cursed as you settled inside the limo with seven men, “I forgot all about my fucking brother, and that last reporter rattled me.”

“Brother? Byungyeol never had sons.” Taehyung questioned as the seven men geared their stares to you.

“Remember that terribly horny girl, Dohye at the restaurant?” Seven nods, “My biological brother was her boyfriend.”

“Is he a threat?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

“He’s dead, but I don’t know how big of a family I had,” You explained, “He told me I was his only sibling, but he also told me his name was Tony.”

“What’s his real name?” Hoseok pondered.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” You quipped,” Being a mafia baby was a step up from my biological family, I was treated better by the cruelest gang of that time, so forgive me if the thought of my biological family rattles me a bit.” Jungkook put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and Yoongi glared as he saw you visibly relax, “I just want to go home,” Yoongi followed your hand as it rubbed over your thighs, “I really hate remembering Tony.”

“What did he do?” Jimin asked, earning an elbow to the gut from Namjoon.

You flinched, “Too much.”

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” Jungkook asked you, and Yoongi tensed.

“I’m traumatized, not a child,” You deadpanned.

“Jungkook, I need you and Taehyung to look into y/n’s family actually,” Yoongi piped up, “I want my best hackers to dig into her bloodline and identify the plausible threats.”

Jungkook nodded, as Yoongi delegated a variety of tasks to the other members, “I’ll stay with y/n for a few hours to make sure nobody tries anything now that she’s gone public,” He explained, “I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to, but better safe than sorry, we need our nurse safe.” The guys nodded as the limo pulled in front of your apartment, the reporters having not made it yet, “We’ll get out first.”

“We?” Hoseok interjected.

“Yeah, we,” Yoongi smirked as he opened the door, “Who else is going to tuck her in?”

“It’s really fine.” You huffed as you slipped out of the car behind him, “Don’t you have a job to do?”

Yoongi closed the door, tapping the car as it drove away, “I have my things, but we have to talk first.”

“About?” You entered the building, leading Yoongi to your apartment. You only then realized he had never been to your place before.

“Your favorite topic,” He mused as you opened the door to your place, “The past.” You groaned while he stepped inside, “It’s for your safety.”

“And what does my safety have to do with you?”

It was a good question. You and Yoongi were only involved because of a threat. You didn’t even know him for more than a week, and yet he seemed concerned of your safety. Yoongi didn’t know why himself, but he knew he wanted to protect you.

“You’re mine now, remember?” You nodded as he sat on the couch, and you took notice of the slight scrapes on the back of his hand.

Wordlessly, you grabbed the first-aid kit to do your new job, “When did this happen?” You mused, sitting next to him, and he could only offer a shrug, “And I thought I was careless.”

“Your neck is covered in bruises,” Yoongi used his other hand to untie the scarf, revealing the hand shaped purple prints, “How often were you hurt?”

“We’re doing this now?” You scoffed, “Okay, Physically? Emotionally? Both lists are too long,” You mused as you rolled the cotton swab of antiseptic on his small wounds, “I was a professional tortured girl. I was usually the hostage, because I could take a beating, that’s how I was raised.”

“What of your biological family?”

You sighed, reaching for a bandage, “Dead, I hope.” You carefully placed it down, smoothing it out gently, “My brother told me his name was Tony. He tracked me down when I was 15, and he told me our parents were dead, leaving only him,” You held your two thumbs on the ends of Yoongi’s bandage, staring off as you remembered him, “I guess he always hated me for that, but I had nothing to be envious of.

“Just tell me what you want!” You sobbed, the stinging if the slices on your legs the only sensation you knew for the past few days. Tony sat in front of you as you were chained from a beam, wrists suspended in the air as you sat, helpless.

He had been using all sorts of knives to make quick thin slices in the same place, and no one could hear you scream whilst he did so, “I want you to feel each day I had to live an orphan while you got a family!” He shouted, a bread knife slicing your shin as you sobbed, trying to kick your legs, “Be quiet, Dohye is upstairs!” He seethed as you only struggled to move your legs, “I should get more sedative.” He mused, dragging the knife over the previously made wound.

“Tony-”

“That’s not my name!” He shouted, “Only my family knows my real name, the ones who didn’t leave!”

“I was a baby!” You screeched, “I was miserable growing up, it wasn’t just you!” You began kicking more as you sobbed, “You aren’t the only one who can bleed, you aren’t the only one who can cry, and you aren’t the only one who can be angry!” You finally kicked his stomach, and didn’t stop until he staggered, struggling to stand, “Where were you?! All those years I was beaten, kidnapped, tortured, and alone?!” You stood up as he was knocked to his knees, “Were you planning this?!”

“You had a famil-”

“I had a job!” You sobbed, kicking his stomach when he tried to grab you, “I had a goddamn empire that burned!”

“You had something!” He shouted back, standing to leave to get more sedative, but you took your chance, standing as he turned his back, then you encased his neck in your arms and pulled with all your might.

You sobbed more, “I loved you!” You cried out as he hit your scratched thighs to let him go, “I wanted to be a family for once,” You cried into his shoulder as you killed your brother, “I wanted you to grill my prom date,” You sobbed while he choked,”help me study for exams,” You kept pulling,”and give me away at my wedding,” You choked on your own sobs as his trachea was collapsing, “I would’ve been a bridesmaid to your wedding,” His legs began to give out as you sunk down with him, “I would’ve kept you from psyching yourself out when you proposed,” You smiled sadly, holding him up as he lost consciousness, “I wanted to make up for lost time,” You were speaking quietly now as he could barely manage to struggle anymore, “Why did you want to punish me for it?” You whispered in his ear as he finally went limp.”

Yoongi listened to you as you incidentally held his hand through the recount, “I’ve killed a lot of people,” You muttered, “But killing him, will stay with me, forever.”

“How did you escape?” Yoongi asked while you stared at his bandaid.

“Dohye found me,” You sighed, “She performed CPR on him before letting me go, she really loved him,” You smiled sadly, “God, she’s a fucking idiot.”

Yoongi watched your eyes water, and he used his other hand to cup your cheek, bringing your head up. You looked his in the eyes, and you both felt electricity shoot through your bodies. You almost jolted at the utter connection. He didn’t open his mouth, but he said so much in his stare alone. It wasn’t pity or discomfort. It was empathy. He understood your pain, and he acknowledged it.

“I’ve decided,” He proclaimed, and you felt like you were on the edge of your seat, “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you,” He leaned his forehead on yours, “Not even myself.”

You sighed in relief for once, closing your eyes as you soaked in the words.

Yoongi wasn’t a circus. He wasn’t  flashing lights or putting up acts. He was honest, harsh, and never put up a farce. There were no acts. He was a transparent wall. You didn’t know you had been breaking down such walls, but you loved the feeling of it as you began to cut yourself from the ties of your past. You wanted to lean on him, you wanted support for once.

He was the first one to lean into you, and you followed suit as you felt your body carry you to where you wanted to be in this moment, and that was as close to him as possible.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispered, eyes fluttering closed as his breath feathered your lips, “Push me away, something, anything.”

You thought about it. How did you get into this position? Why weren’t you following his request? You hadn’t felt such a connection before. You hadn’t lusted for someone before like this, and the feeling awoke something within you. The most dangerous thing to be awoken, a block in your sense of reason. You thought about it, but your brain was mush, only one response to be conjured.

“I don’t want to,” You breathed, mere centimeters from his lips.

He huffed, shallow breaths being all left in him now. He wanted to want to pull away, push himself off, and leave your home. However, he actually wanted to feel your lips on his, body against his, skin with his. He wanted you.

“Thank God,” He rushed out as he pressed his plush lips to yours with the most gentle touch on a frantic delivery.

He had been hungry for you physically since day one, but this was more emotionally charged than he anticipated, making him starved. You kissed him back without a second thought, hand on the arm that held him up while the other went to his bicep. You felt tingles prick your skin and you opened your mouth ever so slightly, inviting his tongue in as yours followed suit to his.

Masterlist

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever hit yourself in the head with a cabinet door? I mean with how clumsy I am it must have already unsurprisingly happened several times.

Are you currently talking to someone that you don’t like? Nah I’m just talking to this survey right now.

Your best friend gets arrested for shoplifting. Are you shocked? I’d be surprised and even panicky that she got arrested, but I might find it funny at first...the idea of Gabie, the most honest person alive, stealing is almost hilarious.

Last time you caught up with an old friend? No clue. This doesn’t count much, but I saw my old classmates from high school on my way to a class last Friday. I never see them around campus and it was a pleasant surprise, one that I needed because that day didn’t start out so well. When it comes to a real catching-up session, I guess it would be last September when Gabie and I made plans with Katreen.

Do you say things just to hear yourself talk? If I had to practice for a speech or report then yes, I have to hear the way I speak.

Does your printer have a USB port on it? We don’t have a printer. I have all my stuff printed at school instead.

Have you ever said you were going to go to bed early but never did? Yep but I don’t do it often. People get so easily caught nowadays because Facebook always displays if you’re online or not lol.

Have you ever seen an accident so horrific that it scarred you for life? I’m used to such scenarios because of all the awful shit they show in horror movies, so it takes a lot before there’s something that I actually cannot stomach. The worst would have to be seeing a car just completely plowing into an electrical post. Up to half the car was shattered and there was blood on the steering wheel’s airbag. Now that was pretty unusual since it happened in my own village.

Do you love to ‘rain on people’s parades’ (figuratively speaking)? No. Isn’t that shitty thing to do?

Does it annoy you when people don’t say ‘brb?’ Yeah but not enough to roll my eyes or even make a deal out of it. It just brings me back to the cringey Yahoo Messenger days which I just want to leave in the past hahahaha.

Does it annoy you when people don’t say bye before they leave? No, especially if the person is an introvert. I’ve had to escape a couple of times myself so the concept isn’t something I’m unfamiliar with.

Ever worn a top that was so tight that you could barely even breathe? Not tops, but I have dresses like that. When I was designing my prom dress I wanted it to look like something Audrey Hepburn would wear, so the end result was a dress that was the tightest around my waist. If you look up Audrey’s wedding dress in the movie Funny Face, it’s exactly what my prom dress looked like except in gold. Wasn’t so easy eating that night LOL.

Would you wear uncomfortable clothes just because they were stylish? Why or why not? Yes. Because I wanted to look nice for myself dude.

Have you ever made fun of someone’s name? Never, mainly because people make fun of my name all the goddamn time and I know how shitty it feels to be embarrassed by our own name.

Do you feel like watching a certain movie right now? If so, which movie would that be? I want to watch Toy Story but am just always too lazy to.

Last time you found a writing utensil on the ground? No clue. Not very often do I see a pen on the ground here. 

How much money do you usually get from digging in the sofa cushions? No one ever leaves some in there so.

Have you said sorry and meant it, but denied that you apologized later on? No. Dunno why I’ll ever have to do that though?

Are you the peace destroyer or the peace maker? I hate confrontation and stirring up shit in general, so usually I’m the one who calls for a resolution. Do you truly believe that miracles exist (I do ^_^)? No.

Is apologizing one of the hardest things for you to do? Sometimes. It’s hardest when I know I could still defend myself.

Is revenge your specialty? Not really but being cold is.

What do you think of good descriptive writing? I think it’s a great skill. Not many people can create vivid images with words.

Is there someone you are trying to be friends with all over again? No. Once I’m done with someone I cut them out completely.

Do you often set yourself up for unintentional heartbreaks? Heartbreaks as in disappointments, yes.

Is heartbroken as bad as it sounds or worse than it sounds? Worse than it sounds, at least for me. I don’t know how everyone else is able to manage it until the end...I just feel helpless all the time.

Do you think it is sweet when an elderly woman kisses you on the cheek? I suppose it would be if the woman were actually warm and sweet and kind, but then I don’t know any elderly woman like that so I would find it weird, but not disgusting. I’d be more bothered if it were a man.

Are you kind of uneasy with letting people buy stuff for you? YES. I hate it so much. I tell my girlfriend off all the time when she does because it makes me very uncomfortable. I guess I just got used to the fact that I wasn’t spoiled at all growing up and got accustomed to mostly nothing. I never feel that I deserve it when my friends or their families treat me.

You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Do you agree? Yes, like a healthy throat or an unclogged nose.

Have you ever thought about how you were gonna kill someone? If so, why? What made you so angry? I don’t think so. I’ve thought of revenge, but I’ve never mapped out my plans to actually murder.

Are you good at remaining neutral? Fuck no. Where I live, remaining neutral is the worst you can get.

Would you investigate the paranormal if you had the opportunity? Just out of curiosity, yes.

Do crop circles fascinate you? No. Although they did for like 1.25 seconds after I watched the movie Signs.

Are you familiar with the ‘Emo Kid Song?’ That sounds like an ancient YouTube thing, but nope not familiar.

Does the inside of your ear ever itch? Yes. Means it has to get some cleaning done haha.

Do you respect other people’s opinions? I have to, but if it’s a really stupid one I can’t.

If you don’t like someone’s opinion, do you make it known to them? No, unless it’s a really stupid one like I said. There are just really some dumb opinions out there that need calling out and my blunt ass is not here for them. If they lay it out with facts and in a respectable way, we can agree to disagree.

If you had to treat everyone the same, would that be hard? Yes. Unless everyone had to do the same thing then I think it would be less hard.

Ever met a baseball player? If so, did you get his autograph? My girlfriend played softball in high school teehee. Jk, no I haven’t.

Do you like to scare away the sales people? I’m the one who gets scared by them, that’s why I hate going to stores.

Have you joined a site just because your friend joined? That’s what happened to Moshi Monsters eight years ago, definitely.

Would you find being a secretary boring? No, I really enjoy working in internal affairs :(

Do you like to start conversations by saying something random? I’m getting better at starting conversations and enjoying, but I never start it that way. I usually start off with a question or a ‘how are you.’

Have you ever had so much wax build up in your ear that you couldn’t hear? Yikes no.

Is your computer mouse an optical one? I have a trackpad, not a mouse.

Have you tried to stay in contact with someone, but they ignored you? No, it’s more of we both got busy with our respective lives.

Would you rather be a psychic or a mind reader? What did you choose and why? Psychic, but just because there’s always the possibility of getting your feelings hurt if you’re able to read minds haha. If psychics existed, it’d be a relief knowing all about my future, when I’ll die, how my life would be like, etc. But they are all bullshit, so.

Do you remember saying ‘I hate you’ to someone when you were a kid? My grandmother taught me very early on that it was a strong word so I avoided using it for the most part, except when fighting with my siblings as kids.

When was the last time you had a meaningful conversation with someone? Tuesday, with Gab. We almost forgot we had to study because of how deep we got into the conversation.

Would you be afraid to sleep in your backyard? Not if I had a tent and was perfectly cozy in it. Sleeping on the ground would just be icky and cold.

Does the idea of camping just scare you for some reason? It doesn’t necessarily scare me, it just seems pretty exhausting. I like my luxuries. < This!!! It takes so much planning that the preparations alone would tire me out, and then I’d be too stressed on the day itself making sure everything goes as planned and I didn’t forget any equipment.

Have you ever seen a coyote in real life? No.

Does your display picture on messenger represent your mood? No, it’s just me smiling for a photoshoot :/

Have you ever heard footsteps on your roof in the middle of the night? We have a rooftop, and I’ve heard my dog digging on the ground before.

Is there a person you love more than life itself? Yes.

Do you have a possession (that isn’t a person) that you protect constantly? Well right now it’s gonna have to be my Paramore tickets. I lose stuff all the time so this one makes me so anxious because the concert isn’t going to be until February.

Do you have anything locked up in a vault? Nope. My parents only use vaults when staying in hotels...

Do you have a hard time controlling your temper? Or do you just not have a bad temper? Much better with it than before, but still needs some work.

If you had to choose one way to die, which would it be? In my sleep. <

Would you rather die saving someone or fighting for your own life? I can’t imagine trying to save my own life. I’d much rather do it for someone else, and I wouldn’t even think about it if it were for a loved one.

Have you ever gone into a public bathroom just to call someone? Nope.

If you could find the cure for any disease, which disease would it be? Cancer.