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Tim's letter to his father (batman #480)
transcript under the cut
âDear Dad, I wish we could go back and start over again! When I was a kid, I used to dream -to pray- that you and mom would stop travelling. Forget Business and just settle down. Weâd be together, the way a family ought to beâŚ"
"Now I have my wish. Iâm getting to be with you all the time. And itâs tearing me apart."
"Funny, how once you never seemed to care - at least, you never showed me that you did. And now you want to run my Life."
"Do you really think we can start over?"
"I Have no idea who you think I am, Dad - but Iâm not that boy. I had to fend for myself for a long time. I changed, Dad. I have a lot of⌠secrets."
"You couldnât be more wrong about Bruce Wayne. Despite what he seems, he is the only truly great man I have ever known. He⌠helps people. And he never asks for anything in return."
"Iâm not interested in your business, Dad. Iâve already found my place in the world. I know what I want to be!"
"So how does it sound, Dad? Your own son is Robin. Understand now why I can't come back? Gotham is a cesspool. Tragedy stalks on every street. I can help, dad. I'm needed!"
"Strange, how you can come to love a city. Even one as ugly and rotten as Gotham."
"All these millions of people, the lines of their lives crossing, touching, tangling⌠almost as if the city itself is alive."
"I love you, Dad - but I've found my place. I know who I am."
"I'm part of my city."
"Sometimes I wish we could start over⌠but I know we can't. We have to take things from exactly where we are."
"This might not make a lot of sense to you. I only hope you understand. Your loving son, Tim"
The letter is adressed "to the Father I never knew"
#tim drake#jack drake#dc comics#dc#i hate when comics do this cursive writing thing i swear#i needed to have my bestie read half of this out loud to me in call#anyways he's so 14 here i love this for him <3
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homestuck recap
i hated this so fucking much bc my 2 am bitch-ass didnt want to read a recap thats probably longer than any slowburn out there
anyways here it is
also, uhhH sorry im using this as a end of session discussion bc that shit gets explained in her as well. and im not writing up more recaps of a recap so this is where im done for the day. (by done for the day i mean last nights session, im still doing a liveblog soon. i just wrote this yesterday)
also that this is long
you dont have to read it, theres nothing of importance
ive been coping with humor to get me through it
neato.
have fun with what i suffered through:
why was âbetaâ the only thing unhighlighted?
like did i miss a page???
OH its the beta version of HS thats why
damn its like 5 pages and thats it
mmh
well youll all be happy to know im clicking every single one of these links again bc i like looking back like ahh i remember that. good times. also in case i forgot some shit existed.
do you think andrew had fun writing this? or was he like âfuckâ
thats a lot of fucking package talk. good thing im not confused as of now and remember it pretty clearly. of else, this early on in the recap, id be screwed.
god remember when i did an analysis on each item and what it did
i feel as if i have the technology engrained inside my head right now
cruxite, alchemeter, all that jazz
flashbacks are starting up already
yeah, that was the good part in homestuck where i knew 100% that i probably would continue on this liveblog in its entirety, ngl
that one explosion scene. bc it kept me going.
OH W A IT SHIT
i just realized how the intermission spades probably fucking foreshadowed the whole jack revolts thing and gains the ring, which was also technically JOHNS fault considering he slashed up the doll in the first place
my god, i guess thats the only good aspect of the recap. looking back at things and realizing the missing pieces.
oh that makes sense for the whole âthis prototyping had no effect on the enemies, since he was already in the mediumâ i didnt actually think about that
little did rose know where that would get her right now
oh yeah
thereâs still the whole entire lab terminal thing and how mom basically knows the place exists. i guess weâre still venturing onto that and itll come up later when we find out how mom knows SO MUCH about the game.
still think shes some weird spy or secret agent
i kinda love her ngl
anyways, theres literally no reason for skaia to produce a cloning machine. so technically, they only sent the meteors in, right? so who put the cloning machine in if not mom?
oh yeah that impact was nerve wrecking asf
and still at this point in the comic i called dave fuckboy red
huh, how times change
i hated reading that whole paragraph ngl, the frustration just kicked me in the boobs again
yeah nobody else got tornadoes, huh?
OH that makes also much more sense
bc she did prototyped them before she entered the medium.
i gotcha
man one of my favorite edits i made, rose hitting that meteor with a bat
are you
telling me
the exiles structures they arrived on were in the form of the items the kids used to enter the medium?
THE EGG
THAT EXPLAINS âEGGâ
of course it was 413 years ago. that was never explained. simply vague âmany years in the future....â but i expected no less from this
man serenity is the most wholesome character in hs no doubt
damn thought andy here was really gonna spoil us jadeâs planet
okay cool, im glad i now have the layout to the whole âtheir stations went to the coordinates of the home buttonâ shindig
man i honestly dont know what else to say besides âyeah cool recapâ when i already pretty much know what went down? ofc im looking into each link and shit and adding in things when i see fit, but otherwise its just me going âah good timesâ yknow
the whole meteor thing kinda makes sense now?
weâre still missing a few pieces of info but weâre getting there, folks
oh yeah that reveal
god jade and dave have it in the shits for parents huh
bro isnt the best and jade has a fucking dog
who lowkey
is doing better than bro
who knew a fucking dog is a better guardian than bro lmfao
dreambot = terminator. im telling you.
sorry im still on that idea and it will never leave unless i have the actual proof in front of me that its not going to become a thing. meaning, ive finished hs and theres still no terminator dreambot or either andrew himself gives me a canon letter with âthe robot is not arnold, mackenzie, pls just let it beâ
why is the entire game session highlighted
i swear to god if this is like to a second recap or smth of the whole game session i may fucking CRY
okay thank god its just a design of the skaia layout
which is honestly cool
idk why its blurry tho but i can at least see the layout now. which is honestly how i pictured it anyways.
yeah, john did make a huge impact in his friendsâ life and i find that so fucking touching
yep. got that. everything loops around. cool.
especially when the trolls come in. god we havent even gotten to that recap portion yet, we havent even gotten to the INTERMISSION
pls can this be the halfway point to the recap
AT LEAST
so they were exiled after the whole jack: ascend thing, right? considering theyre way in the future. man no fucking wonder.
speaking of jack
man that whole dad and jack interaction was gold, ngl
OH THAT EXPLAINS THE RING THEN
and wow, andrewâs really giving us the best female content huh. andrew is the true god of equality and diversity.
also hey, i didnt realize that wow. so PM tricked the queen in showing the parking ticket to be able to take the present from jack. sheâs a smart cookie, that one..
she and PM basically snitched on jack and it was the best thing that has happened to me so far
oh yeah okay
but why did AR panic over bec? bc thats something we havent learned yet, right?
anyways
exile town, the only town which should exist. facts. i dont make the rules.
noice
i love PM being queen. like.. thats canon now. shes an actual queen.
yeah that was a fun game and the consorts were cute
fuck yeah the dick head
hate them even more now that i know john was killed because of them
anyways, i wonder what dick move daveâs denizen did? maybe thats why its filled with lava bc the denizen was like âfuck it. make the land red. kill them allâ
UH WHAT
WHAT
OH MY GOD HOW DID I JUST FORGET NANNAS LETTER LIKE THAT LMFAO
THEIR TITLES WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME!
so i still dont know what they mean but i can gather it has something to do with the game giving them abilities. considering dave is the âknight of timeâ and he can go back in time. whack.
which means john can either control someones breathing or simply wind. and rose is... like that one girl in the winx club who does the sun shit. bc whenever i think of light powers, i think of stella.
and jade is space. witch of space.
nice
i have no idea what that means ngl
okay finally
weâre at the trolls
maybe this recap will end soon
i remember when i thought they were internet bullies
yesss
someone asked if i basically knew the trolls were on a different veil than the kids, so not presently with them, and i know lol. i was making a joke before btw. jsyk. dont think im incompetent to forget these things when sometimes i choose to forget it so i can add in a joke
it be like that, i annoy many
then again, pls dont assume im trying to say im not incompetent bc im also a fucking dumbass and DO forget shit and i have no excuse
imagine being so bored on the meteor, your last resort is speaking to aliens
ngl me if i was ever trapped on a meteor and could potentially do that
nah ik its bc its their only hope at helping with their session or whatever tf CG said to john. but there was BOUND to be a conference meeting between them like âokay guys. humans. that needs to be sorted outâ and you just hear CG screaming in the background
i cant wait to meet them honestly bc im growing on all 4 of the ones weâve seen already. and on top of that, i know what they look like and i know theyre not THAT bad, just a little on the crayy zee side sometimes
but theyre trying
OH MY GOD
I GET IT
FUCK
DOES THAT MEAN THE INTERMISSION IS *APART* OF THE MAIN FUCKING STORY??
AND SPADES IS WV FOR THE TROLLS
GOD D A M N
wow
i didnt expect that. but maybe the signs were there and i was just willingly choosing to ignore it or smth bc âhaha couldnt be, rightâ
flashbacks to how i thought the trolls were humans
anyways, i guess he got his revenge on the kids version of âsnowmanâ ie the black queen. but really
he did not have to do that. he could have cut off the finger and fled. but he decided ânah, lets implode herâ so the loml is dead and all i got was a catchy song
i knew they were different types of âbulliesâ but now i just have to replace bullies with uhh
trolling strategies
anyways, this is cute. i love how theyâve come to be friends through mutual frustration. good part in the comic.
i wonder why it explodes
more importantly
....
terminator time?
this was my favourite sequences of dialogues in the whole entirety of homestuck. that is to say the back and forth thing that the kids went through to become a sort of wingman for the other.
absolutely gold.
all except ATâs rap.
GC was the only smart one with the linear shit
anyways fuck he still has to kill the denizen now but apparently its hard to beat for a sleeping dick head so
that will be fun for the future
john will probably need to kill A LOT of imps to get there
yeah rose is a badass bc she slayed that thing with needles of all things
OH and the white queen was the cursive
damn did AR ever do the whole guide process to a kid yet? maybe he will with dave, idk
oHHH
i fucking SEE
thats why he said DNA
to use it and replace all the life forms in the ocean
fucking neat wow
man that sounded sarcastic but im genuinely impressed bc all i got was bullshit as i read jaspersprites log
so thats the secret. it was âmeowâ bc that somehow translates to the genetic code she needs then. and that code apparently took fucking years to write as well. sick. whack. oh man.
derse is very pretty, ngl
and wow shit
âdave had already been awake in his tower all along without realizing itâ how tf does someone just
do that, awake in both places at once
i didnt even fucking realize that fact as i read that pesterlog wow
ah yes, around the time things got confusing
okay so the capsule makes sense bc at first i didnt know it was a fucking time capsule so i got confused as to how it just apparated the game lmfao
the more you know i guess *twinkle*
i find that a neat concept tho
like the whole whatever you prototype affects the imps and shit
yeah so that whole âhe had no adviceâ basically impacted his future
no shit dave wanted to reset things bc he probably thought he caused some sort of bad butterfly effect and killed his best friend
fuck calsprite thats all im gonna say
i read that first sentence and i think i got an aneurysm
and then everything else just made me sad again
i mean good thing he fucking did amirite?
we got pain at first but now we got cool shit like idk
fucking DAVESPRITE
damn idk how that works
will rose have like two minds now? or will this be some steven universe fusion shit?
âand understood their meaningâ course well i fucking didnt so could you pls elaborate, rose?
okay but then what the fuck did he use that was inside the fucking box
bc i thought he used his knife?
im only every going to refer him as that now, thank you andrew
alright okay..
god that was a lot
i dont know what will happen once i click on those links but i am going to see that for myself bc i refuse to add ANYTHING ELSE
#homestuck#homestuck liveblog#hs65#hs65 end#act4#pg1674#THANK FUCK FUCKING CHRIST#THIS TOOK ME A SOLID 4 HOURS IN TOTAL TO DO#INCLUDING PROCRASTINATION THO#LIKE I DID SNIPPETS WHILE I WAS AT WORK#AND THE MAJORITY LAST NIGHT#GOD#NEVER AGAIN#anyways#i learned some new stuff but then again this isnt even worth it for you all#like i didnt even say anything witty enough for it to be at least entertaining#just 'man that was cool'#and other synonyms of that sentence#im so sorry this took so long#and was tedious to read
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The Nebraska Chapter
     When I opened my eyes, I was laying in my bed back home. Or at least it was my bed before Iâd graduated high school. Weâd gotten rid of it when the basement flooded during my second year of college and the bedframe became warped. Rolling out of it, I realized that I wasnât just in my high school bed. I was also in my high school body. Iâd thought I felt a pound or thirty lighter.
      Being back in high school wasnât too surprising. The dreams tended to go that way. Something about appearing as the last you that you really felt was you. I canât remember who told me all of that, but it sounded like a whole lotta horseshit to me. The only reason high school John wasnât coping poorly with his problems was that he was actively ignoring them. Maybe thatâs exactly who I was though, and this trend of tackling issues head-on was causing some dissonance in me.
      I took a couple of groggy steps out of the room and into the rest of the basement. My basement. Not dirty and dark like the house in Iowa, rotted steps and who-knows-whats lurking around the corners. Dirty and bright. Home. Slowly, testing out the limitations of my newly awakened body, I made my way up the stairs. Reaching the top, I heard the familiar âDING!â of our Pizzazz pizza maker. Two Jackâs pepperoni pizzas a day were made on that baby.
      My mother rushed over to take Stevenâs pizza off so it didnât burn. Deftly, she cut it into eight, mostly equal pieces. It was a skill sheâd honed every day since Steven had turned 12. He rarely ate anything besides Jackâs pizza, except when he had breakfast. At breakfast, he had six Oreos (or Chips Ahoy if Oreos werenât available) with milk and a glass of pink lemonade. Steven was a man of routine. After cutting his pizza, my mother added a generous dose of salt and pepper to help the grease go down. She brought him his pizza, still on the cardboard cutting circle, with a cold Dr. Pepper, which she opened for him.
      âWhen did you start giving him the full pizza?â I asked, announcing my presence.
      They both turned to look at me, and my mother decided that, of the two of them, she should be the one to answer. âYou startled me,â she said, beginning to compose herself a bit more, âWhen did you decide that you were going to wake up?â
      âRight now, I guess. When did you start giving him the full pizza?â
      âI donât know. Probably around the time you went to visit your friend in Nebraska,â she said, walking back to the kitchen. Sheâd been cleaning before making Stevenâs pizza, it seems. âWhy do you ask? Do you think heâs getting fat?â
      âAm I getting fat?â Steven chimed in. Since entering high school, I guess heâd gone down the path of every other high schooler, growing self-conscious about his body. Heâd slimmed down a lot. The mandatory exercise classes probably helped. Heâd started working out at home too, or at least making an attempt at it. My parents even brought the old exercise bike upstairs into the living room for him.
      âNo,â I said, âdespite Momâs best efforts to change that.â
      âWill you leave him alone? You know he only eats pizza.â
      âYou never tried to give him anything else.â I knew how this argument would go. Iâd had it so many times before with her and, given that I knew I was dreaming and that the whole world around me was based on my mind, I couldnât imagine it going any differently. Still, it was fun to be antagonistic to her. Small acts of revenge for my childhood.
      âThatâs not true. Remember when we tried to tell him we werenât giving him any more pizzas?â       âAnd then you caved immediately? Sure.â
      âWhatâs your solution?â
      âActually follow through on the threat. Donât make him pizza. Heâll eat something new, orâŚâ and I turned to Steven, pausing for dramatic effect, mustering the most sinister grin I could, ââŚheâll starve.â
      My mom ignored me, but a look of genuine concern flashed across Stevenâs face, and I felt guilty for a moment. I wanted to feel guilty about being mean to him sometimes. It had become hard for me to separate him from my parentâs babying though, and I hated the babying. Giving him a good scare was like pushing back a little bit, like teaching him his first swears or where to safely watch porn online.
      I walked over to Steven and sat in the recliner beside him. He had his little setup in his own recliner beside the window, looking over the fenced-in backyard. Two TV trays: one for his laptop, permanently on, usually browsing YouTube or DeviantArt; the other for anything else he might need at the time, like notebooks for drawing his comics or, as was the case right now, an entire pizza. Steven more or less owned the living room, forcing my parents to watch TV upstairs. He went on kicks of watching and then rewatching the same movie or show all day, and the big TV with surround sound was the best place for him to do it.
      âWhatâre we up to today bud?â As per usual, Steven immediately closed all his tabs when I approached. I knew what he was doing. He was looking up drawings of cartoon women with large waists in the middle of the day, in front of God and everyone else. On the times that I looked through his notebook like the nosey older brother I am, I saw that heâd begun drawing his own cartoon women too.
      âNothing.â He stared at me for a bit and realized I didnât plan on going anywhere. âSay John,â he began, firing into his question voice, âhave you seen the Rise of the TMNT on Nickelodeon?â
      âI canât say I have. I donât watch too much TV.â I gave him the same smile as earlier, âIt rots your brain.â
      âWell,â a pause as he processed how to take my joke, âyou should watch it. Itâs funny.â
      âIâll get around to it, Iâm sure.â
      Iâd been led to believe that, when you realized you were dreaming, you could do anything you wanted. I never had that kind of luck. Anytime I realized I was dreaming, like I had now, it was always because whatever demons leading me on a goose chase had something new to show me. Well, what is it? Where are you sending me next? Get to the fucking point already. I hadnât done much scavenging yet, but theyâd already dragged me halfway across the country. How long would it be before I had to make an effort at renewing my passport?
      âJohn,â I heard my mother calling, âwould you come here for a second?â She was in the laundry room right off the kitchen. Standing from my chair, I marched my way there like a prisoner to the electric chair. Slow, slouched, resigned. She was folding my clothes in her own system that Iâd never quite understood. She was really picky about it though. When she saw I was there, she held up a plaid crew sock. Along the side of it was the phrase âbusy making a fucking differenceâ in all capital letters. I couldnât imagine someone actually making any kind of difference wearing those.
      âWhereâd you get these?â she asked. It was a weird question considering Iâd had them for well over a year now.
      âI got them when I went to visit Taryn a while back. Some festival or something.â       âYeah,â she said, âbut where did you get them?â
      âIâm not sure Iâm understanding the question.â This is what the demon-sent dreams were like. Boring, mundane, but just a little bit off, like the entire world was shifted just three inches to the left. If I didnât think about it, I might not notice, but Iâd been thinking a lot for a while now. I took a good look at my mom now. Sure, her line of questioning was strange, but I realized now that her face was even stranger. Her eyes were too big for a human face by the tiniest amount, and her pupils were just a bit too long horizontally. She always had a thing for frogs.
      âItâs a simple question,â she said as she stepped forward, still holding the sock up for me. âWhere did you get the socks John?â
      I began to back up, back into the kitchen. The sun was hidden by clouds, so the light felt very grey. Her legs looked like they were growing longer and blending together, becoming something rather snake-y.
      âWell, Taryn lives in Nebraska, so if I had to hazard a guess, Iâd say Nebraska,â I had backed up against a counter now, but she was still coming closer. She was definitely half-snake now, and she was very slowly slithering towards me. Her arms began to grow longer, reaching down past where her knees used to be until her knuckles scraped along the floor. It didnât seem necessary, given the whole slithering-like-a-snake thing, but I could roll with it.
      âWhat city?â
      It was only at this point that it dawned on me that the dream might be leading me towards Nebraska. Seward, Nebraska, where they threw an annual festival revolving around corn and how much they hated Idaho and their potatoes. With this realization came my motherâs shirt bursting open, revealing leathery wings on her back and a smaller, thicker set of arms beneath the spaghetti ones she used to walk. Guess I never realized how much of a monster I thought my mother was.
      Slowly, one of her long arms grabbed the counter next to me, pulling her close enough for her stronger arms to grab me. I think she tried to smile, but it looked more like baring fangs. Her face had warped beyond anything human, now looking awfully frog-ish. When she blinked, you could still see her eyes, like the eyelids had become translucent. She smelled like fish.
      âI got the message,â I said, trying to get my fingers between hers and my body, trying to pry her grip off of me. âIâll just go to Seward and work it out from there. Can I wake up yet?â
      âNo.â Her voice had changed too. My momâs voice was still in there for sure, but now I was getting hints of several exes and my third-grade teacher, the one that forced me to write in cursive despite the fact I could barely write in print. People I, at best, hoped to never meet again. âWe are beginning to think that you might not be the one we want for this.â
      âMaybe if you told me a little more about what Iâm supposed to be doing, Iâd be better at doing it. Hard to follow instructions that arenât offered.â
      âNo. We have decided that it is better to dispose of you, be done with all of the delays, find someone stronger to free us.â
      Steven was sneaking up behind the monster, dragging his blanket with him. He didnât seem the least bit worried about the fact that we might not have a mom anymore. Before the thing could notice, Steven threw his blanket over its head and yanked down, causing it to reach up with all four hands to pull the blanket off.
      âOutside John!â With that, he took off towards the front door. I followed without bothering to put on shoes, something Iâd regret once hitting the pavement of the street, but desperate times and all that. We ran about a football fieldâs worth of dead-end street before we made it to the middle of the intersection leading to the house. There, Steven stopped and turned. Given that he hadnât steered me wrong yet, I did the same.
      Horror movies like to use the slow, determined monster to scare people. Be it a zombie or some killer like Jason Vorhees, thereâs just something terrifying about seeing the inevitability of death personified, marching towards you. I do believe, however, that Hollywood has seriously underestimated how scary death can be when it hauls ass at you like a sports car, 0 to 60 in no time flat. I say this because I practically shit myself watching the frog-snake monster burst from the house and fly towards us.
      Seeing it in action finally gave me a sense of its locomotion that the confined space of the house had kept chained. The monster was very top heavy, so it beat its leathery wings as a way of counterbalancing its forward lean. In addition, it used the long arms as front paws, supporting itself on the knuckles. As it raced towards us, I could see that its fists were beginning to crack and bleed because of how hard it was pounding against the pavement. I tugged at Stevenâs shirt to try and get him to move, but he stood still.
      âWe really need to go Steven!â
      âI think we should stand here.â He seemed awfully calm about it all, and that calmed me down in turn. He always had a way of making me more resolute. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was the last person in the family to still think I could do something with my life, and I had to live up to those expectations.
      Still, the monster was closing distance far too fast. You know how, when you try and run in a dream, it sometimes feels as if youâre doing the cartoon run-in-place thing instead of getting anywhere? The monster was currently facing the opposite side of that coin. Every one of its movements seemed to cover more ground than any three of mine. I stepped in front of Steven and closed my eyes. The best way to take a hit is to be as unaware of it as possible.
      And then there was a sizzle, a scream not quite human, the smell of frog legs, and finally the feeling of the sun hitting my face. I opened my eyes.
      What had been my mother was slowly burning to ash in front of me on the ground, a single long hand laying at my bare feet, completely skeletonized. The sun had formed bright, painful blisters all over the creatureâs body, and I could still hear the sizzling as it was cooked alive.
      âMaybeâŚâ it croaked, ââŚweâve underestimated you. Free us.â The rest of it became ash, leaving only charred bones in its wake.
      I turned to Steven, exhaled for a long time, and asked him how he knew that would happen.
      âHow did I know what would happen?â
      âThe sun. The monster. The way the sun melted the monster. Any of that would be fine.â
      He thought about it for a second, really mulling it over, before he gave me a smile, the kind I gave him when I teased him. Slowly and deliberately, he said, âI donât know. Itâs your dream.â
      âYouâre a killjoy.â I walked closer to what had been the body of the monster, some six feet away from its outstretched arm. It had truly been some kind of hideous creature, like something you could imagine lived off of a diet exclusively composed of babies. The depravity of evil knows no bounds. Iâd read that somewhere, Iâm sure.
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I was tagged by @theowlandthefinch (thank for the opportunity to annoy the shit outta everyone, i canât w8) RULES: Tag 10 people you want to know better
Relationship status: Takennn~ by the super cute and fantastic @violet-my-ae â¨Favorite colors: Anything that shows! I very much enjoy pastels but also vibrant colours sooo.. pretty much everything. Pets: Two puppos cx Last song I listened to: Polaroid by Imagine Dragons~ First fandom: I swear to fuck it had to be SkyDoesMinecraft tbh Hobbies: oh gosh; reading, writing, organizing, badminton, band, drama production (backstage technology crew) Favorite book: I do have a lot but thereâs a few that have stuck with me for a very long time. One is called Wish, another few are part of a series called Kissed By An Angel, Hyperbole and a Half as well as This Book Loves You have comedic places in my heart.. â¨Worst thing Iâve eaten: Iâm literally such a picky eater that I donât have any experiences of bad food.. yet. â¨Favorite place: Libraries and book stores, or, in all honesty, my room. Not because Iâm an introvert because I definitely am not, but because of the way I designed it and have it set up. Are you named after someone? Nope! â¨When is the last time you cried? Iâm actually not sure. I think 3 nights ago or so. â¨Do you like your handwriting? I absolutely adore my handwriting to be honest, both cursive and printing. â¨What is your favorite lunch meat? I donât really bother with specifics â¨Do you have kids? Absolutely not and I donât think I want any â¨If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Honestly, I think I would be to be completely fair. â¨Do you use sarcasm? Of course not. â¨Do you still have your tonsils? Yep! â¨Would you bungee jump? Probably~ â¨What is your favorite kind of cereal? Cheerios! â¨Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nah â¨Do you think youâre a strong person? Physically, nope. Linguistically, yes. Mentally.. eh, sometimes. â¨What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Chocolate. â¨What is the first thing you notice about people? Hair!! And then attitude. â¨Red or pink? Piiiiiink~ â¨What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? Probably my legs, but I donât focus on physical appearance often to be honest. â¨What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? I am not currently wearing pants nor shoes â¨What was the last thing you ate? Crazy Bread from Little Caesars! â¨What are you listening to? Nothing at the moment, but lately, Iâve been listening to the Smoke and Mirrors album â¨If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Green! Often thought of as one thing at first, but still has a lot of different shades, though that doesnât mean the first impression was wrong! â¨Favorite smell? Hmm.. Iâm not actually sure. â¨Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My mom! â¨Favorite sport to watch? I donât often watch them on TV but I do enjoy going to irl games for my friends sometimes! Badminton and volleyball are my favourites, I think. â¨Hair color? A silvery blonde at the very top and then purple-pink! â¨Eye color? Blueish-greenish-greyish~ â¨Do you wear contacts? Nope, but I do wear glasses! â¨Favorite food to eat? Snack foods! â¨Scary movies or comedy? Comedy~ â¨Last movie you watched? 21 Jump Street, but I didnât finish it đ The last one I fully watched was Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them! â¨What color shirt are you watching? Red and black~ â¨Summer or winter? Summerrrr! âď¸ â¨Hugs or kisses? Iâm perfectly fine with hugs or kisses on the cheek from anyone Iâm friends with! â¨What book are you currently reading? Catacomb! â¨Who do you miss right now? Hannah and ASD â¨What is on your mouse pad? Donât have one! â¨What is the last tv program you watched? Oh god.. I havenât watched TV in forever. Probably Once Upon A Time? â¨What is the best sound? Laughter! â¨Rolling stones or the Beatles? I donât have a preference â¨What is the furthest you have ever traveled? British Columbia! â¨Do you have a special talent? Iâve been told that Iâm really good at writing â¨Where were you born? Canada! â¨People you expect to participate in the survey? Survey sounds so formal..
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11 Questions from Hailey!:
1. How long do you usually sleep? About 6-7 hours. 2. Favorite poem? I donât have any particular favourites, I mostly enjoy short quotes that I find and song lyrics! 3. Favorite video game? Anything that can be played with friends; Mario Kart, Just Dance, Minecraft, Sims, etc! Slender The Arrival holds a place in my heart for some odd reason as well. 4. Whatâs something you pretend to be embarrassed about, but secretly love? Getting teased.. 5. Spoil the ending of your favorite book, but donât say what the book is. The main character saves her best friend~! 6. Whatâs something you enjoy, but donât have any good reason? Stuffed animals đ 7. Whatâs something you hate, but donât have any good reason? Basketball!! 8. What was the last thing that made you smile? oh goodness, there have been a lot of things today- uhm, the things that stand out to me the most are Violetâs drawing, Dark called me pet again, and the image of Chicaroomba sadly roaming the void.. 9. What was the last thing that made you cry? Missing someone. 10. What is your favorite dessert? Chocolate cake! 11. What is your favorite Youtube video? I currently canât get over History of Japan tbh
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11 [Mildly Unusual] Questions from Meeee! 1. Do you prefer writing or reading?: 2. Whatâs your 16Personalities type?: 3. What is something you love about yourself? (You canât say nothing): 4. Do you prefer cooking or ordering out?: 5. Are you more of a comics book person or an in depth reader?: 6. What is your favourite thing to drink?: 7. Are there any habits from your childhood that you still have?: 8. Favourite method of transportation?: 9. Yes or No?: 10. Would you change your name if you could? If so, to what? 11. Who are your absolute best friends?
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10 People to Tag [solely for the prospect of annoying them]~ (or less..) @apparentlyabear @hannienannah @violet-my-ae @ask-sadisticdark @sylveondreams @uncensoredcanadian @italianmarkiplier âŚaaaand anyone else who wants to bc I am Tiredâ˘
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