#i want a jason who is still dealing with acne

[fruitfloats]

i feel like we dont talk enough about how jason went from being a child to being treated like a full grown adult when he came back

like??? the inherent trauma in dying at 15 and coming back to gotham at like 18-19 and everyone is acting like you are a full adult when he hasnt even had the chance to really experience being a teen??

theres truly not enough emphasis on how young of a character he is sometimes

i mean even going through normal teenage years its still weird when people act like you are all grown up when youre 20 so i just imagine that like 10x worse for jason

[sunnie-angel]

I just can't get the idea of soulmate!jason where you share scars out of my head. Jason is a canvas of scars. We all find them beautiful and wouldn't judge him even if we were held at gun point. But imagine you were getting those scars at the same time he was... it would be hard. Of course you are worried about your soulmate, but when you wake up with a permanent, very purposeful J branded onto your face, can you really tell me you wouldn't be embarrassed to go outside? Afraid of meeting your soulmate who seems to be either a criminal or in a very dangerous victim situation? Would you not be even a little angry that now your face is ruined? (I know there is makeup, but we are ignoring that for a second) Yes, you share these scars with your soulmate and somewhere along the line you'd find peace with them. But in the moment when you look in the mirror and find an autopsy scar... I can only imagine what you would feel. Oh, and poor Jason. He would never be able to forgive himself. He probably wouldn't even realize he has a soulmate because if you get a scar he wouldn't notice it beside all of his. This isn't a request. I just wanted to share my thoughts and hear yours. I'm asking a few different creators as well, but might miss someone because I haven't discovered them yet! Please feel free to ask for someone else's opinion as well

so full disclosure, i did already read rae's (@/heavysighing-dreamyeyes) take on this so i'm going to consciously choose to go in a slightly different direction.

how do you know that they're your soulmate's scars, other than the fact that the injuries that caused them were never yours? are they the same colour as a regular scar? do people look at a person and struggle to tell who earned what scar?

it's fun at first, in middle school to tell people fantastical stories about what your soulmate must have done to earn a scar. fought off a bear, went skydiving without a parachute, invented a new kind of handsaw. the other kids all eat it up. none of them have a soulmate leading such an interesting life after all. you don't notice the worried titters of adults, the lingering eyes that don't look at a new scar that appeared overnight and think wicked but instead go abuse.

at what age do you start carrying around proof of your own medical history so the cops don't get called on your family, your caretakers? when do you realize everyone's started looking at you - at your soulmate - as a victim? is it when your sleeves don't cover the scars anymore, when you stop wearing shorts because of the pitying looks you always get?

there's so many of them - so many of their marks on your body - that even you start to lose track of any marks that you've earned. the scar on your knee from a scrape that didn't heal right, the burn scar on the pad of your thumb from a cooking experiment gone wrong. if even you forget that they're your own, how is jason supposed to tell the difference from the hundreds he's caused? jason not believing he ever had a soulmate because he would have at least one scar by now, right? jason who is so half-mad over the life he could have lived and the lives that weren't saved, who looks at his one-sided existence as further proof that he is unloveable.

puberty is cruel to almost everyone, but to go through it not only dealing with bad acne break outs, a body you still don't know the dimensions of, and intense facial scarring on top of that? it's hard not to look at all the people around you blooming into adults while you feel perpetually doomed to be the ugly duckling. you can tell yourself as many times as you need to that it's not your soulmate's fault, that whatever is happening to them is clearly horrific, but it doesn't soothe the sting of wanting to cut up every photo from your high school prom or the curl of revulsion when you catch sight of a new mark.

jason almost spirals into a panic attack the first time he catches sight of the j carved into his cheek mirrored on yours, a stranger in a crowd. it means that he's not alone, that he's never been alone. it also means that every wound he's ever had inflected on himself has been replicated on you and that sends him into another spiral of shame.

for you and him, loving each other would be a lesson in loving yourselves. the scars that jason can trace so tenderly along your ribs is also the one he refuses to look at on himself. the scars on his face you trace so tenderly are also the ones you work hardest to hide away. both of you have to learn to love these parts of yourself through loving them on each other, because otherwise your love starts to ring hollow.

[wormwrites]

I just can't get the idea of soulmate!jason where you share scars out of my head. Jason is a canvas of scars. We all find them beautiful and wouldn't judge him even if we were held at gun point. But imagine you were getting those scars at the same time he was... it would be hard. Of course you are worried about your soulmate, but when you wake up with a permanent, very purposeful J branded onto your face, can you really tell me you wouldn't be embarrassed to go outside? Afraid of meeting your soulmate who seems to be either a criminal or in a very dangerous victim situation? Would you not be even a little angry that now your face is ruined? (I know there is makeup, but we are ignoring that for a second) Yes, you share these scars with your soulmate and somewhere along the line you'd find peace with them. But in the moment when you look in the mirror and find an autopsy scar... I can only imagine what you would feel. Oh, and poor Jason. He would never be able to forgive himself. He probably wouldn't even realize he has a soulmate because if you get a scar he wouldn't notice it beside all of his. This isn't a request. I just wanted to share my thoughts and hear yours. I'm asking a few different creators so feel free to ask for another person's opinion as well!

oh my god, anon, ur brain!!! i’m sure this is messy but 1: i love requests and 2: i just started typing most of this late last night

((i also saw a few other respond to this but i purposely didnt read them so if anything is similar its witchcraft or smthing idk))

i think the smaller robin scars sort of annoy you, when you’re younger. you don’t see how the trade off of your small acne scars is fair to these constant random but mostly well healed ones scars are. you have a running joke with your closest friends about how you have a lecture for your soulmate whenever you meet them.

you’re a dumb kid, teenager at best, but when you wake up one morning, dozen of burn scars, scars of a deep beating, and a harsh ‘j’ plastered on your face, you have a breakdown for both of you. so scared for whatever your soulmates been through, when, a day or so later, autopsy scars appear, you go numb. you aren’t an idiot, you know what those scars are from.

you’ve never heard of scars from a soulmate post death, but you don’t know what else they could mean, and no more scars show up after that.

how do you deal with being so young knowing you had a soulmate who had a hard life cut short, and now you’re doomed to be alone forever? maybe you go numb, just float through life, dissociating. or maybe you devote yourself to your studies, maybe you work to help kids in tough situations like your almost love. maybe somewhere in between.

i think if you live in gotham, you have a small feeling why there was a j, i think maybe you learn some makeup skills, use things like cosmetic wax and a precise foundation routine to cover it, you can’t afford the fancy kind of plastic surgeons who specialize in soulmate scars.

you think you’re done, accept this is your life.

then years later, more scars start appearing? precise, dangerous scars? given only the bare minimum medical care? you think you must be broken. you start spending even more time with your therapist, maybe start researching even more.

one of these late nights at the library you’re walking home in gotham, you’d lost track of time but the sweet redheaded librarian named barbara reminded you to leave before it got too too late, still, you live in a rough part of town, and batman’s been busy lately with this new crime lord, you don’t care either way, too trapped in your own world of hurt and confusion, you don’t even realize what you’d walked into.

jason never gave much thought to his soulmate, he’d never even noticed any scars, thought maybe he didn’t even have one. definitely didn’t have one after his death.

he’d stalking after batman one night, both are aware the other one knows, but they arent confronting each other tonight, and when they turn onto a certain street he gets an odd feeling and he suddenly finds himself in front of of you,

and hes speechless, his world crashing down so quickly, because all he can see is the ‘j’ on your your face.

jason never gave much thought to his soulmate, and now he literally walked face first into them, and nothing is the same for either of you from there on out.

[f4nd0m-fun]

So I had a whole bunch of stuff but Tumblr deleted it and wouldn't post so I'm going to try and remember what I wrote.

They probably respond to the revival a la "someone magically trashed our graveyard so hello we're here now" just because I feel like they're all like shits about stuff. Either that or they go full dramatic and flood it with magic themselves so it goes on the news.

I almost feel bad for anyone who sees the echoes. Also, Alfred isn't technically dead but, well, I'm sure with him letting out his ghostliness there's a few things that creep up that even he can't really control. The laughter and eyes like you mentioned, but I love the idea that, sometimes, even before he started letting himself slip, maybe his voice would sound older and wiser than it is as Alfred, something used to enforce his authority over the household, or maybe a little peek of blue skin at certain times. Maybe, if you look at him for just the right split second, you see the Master of Time Himself, but Only if He Allows It. And yeah, he's not Time but it's A Time. He's not the Personification of All Time, just that of Certain Times, maybe even a fragment All Time created to watch over Certain Times for Him.

I feel like Halfas would have something similar, but almost settled into their skin like a birthmark. For Danny, that's the litchenburg scars along his skin, maybe a raw 'spark' of a scar upon his throat. Perhaps he shouldn't even be able to talk because his vocal cords are mutilated, but ectoplasm does what it wants. For Vlad, he has scars from the Ecto Acne, and some burn-like markings faded years ago but never gone. And Jason? He looks like kintsugi almost. Sure, the Lazarus pits patched him up, but there's that inkling of ectoplasm and blood almost visible, with almost Golden scar tissue, almost as reminiscent of the explosion as the dulled burns are.

Oh gods those poor rogues and goons. They're gonna have even more nightmares, especially if Frighty goes all "I am the night" to force Bruce into taking a break because he probably needs one. Almost feel bad for em.

Also, now that Thomas is awake, I can just see Alfred going up to Joker with a gun (that's him limiting himself), popping one, and it's like he was never there. Thomas makes sure he's the first one to find Joker's ghost and just... chains him up for the ghosts of his victims to go crazy on. If he wants to, Jason gets first whack at him. Of course, that also depends on one detail. IE, one HC I had to further explain why they don't kill rogues is basically the equivalent of curse possession, IE if they die someone else has to take their place and we'd Rather deal with an unstable known.

Aww how sweet, they're good friends. I bet Lois joins in of she's allowed too.

I bet much agree with the poor Clark statement. And double on Diana. Like, anyone who knows Bruce will enough can tell that something is going on, even if they don't know exactly what, but they also usually know a bit.

Honestly, that psychic awareness is something I wanted to bring in more. Sure, MM can't exactly tell what being Said, just that there's a lot of Emotions that are flowing, but he's more Aware than most people at least. Plus, if he finds out about the GIW, he'd be as livid as Batman considering what he's gone through. So, Uncle Jonn might be a factor at some point, I dunno.

Oh definitely. Vlad still regrets that he was never the dad he should have been with Ellie, which is part of why he's trying so hard with Danny. He still wanted Danny as his son, but that doesn't mean he doesn't wish he had both of them. Actually, CK probably got mauled after that garlic attempt because all Vlad saw was someone using sauce to target someone he loved/was attached to/wanted to protect.

Oh man yeah. Public appearances and reporters going crazy. After they eventually figure things out, they probably get Clark or Lois to cover the story though. 😂

Gruncle Alan and Grandpa Thomas. Bruce's dad is 'Thomas Alan Wayne' so they go cheeky and swap the middle and first for Frighty. Also, the batkids made a few different helmets/masks that he can wear, not all of them look good but it's a temporary face so it sorta works.

Also, Connie is gonna need like 20 drinks. Preferably the kind that will send him to heaven (or hell, he doesn't really care) for a few hours or days before he has to deal with all of this.

As for liminality...

Dick: Slightly barely stronger than human. Just, imagine this. You're a goon, doing your job, and you notice Nightwing chewing on something. Clearly he must be distracted! Turns out he's teething, because apparently that's what his species does well into his human adulthood, and he's denting cold metal. You can't feel your arm anymore, not even sure it's attached, all you know is Pain. Batman swoops down and decides to check that Nightwing's teeth are okay. They both communicate in that strange grunting static that Ḧ̸̢̳̲̗́͘Ư̴̢̦̞̲̞͎̳̞͛̽̈̑̑̊̓̉̍͋̈̽͠͝R̵̦̞̠̗̠͍̼͍̝̎̈̽̿͐̐̍̃̋̈́͌̀̔̈́̾͝Ṫ̷̩͙͍̤͇̙̩̗̯͊̈̉͆̆̇͑S̷̢͚͖̹̞̫͚̦̤̳̰̗̼͕͇̹͍̈̀͒̑̾ your head. Also, maybe a minor limb detachment, not in full but like 10x more flexible, exorcist worthy even.

Babs: Not sure, tech interface? Or maybe she gets supernatural Sight, something Alfred helps her learn to deal with.

Cass: She becomes more like shadows given life rather than a human raised in them. Yes she's taking lessons from Grandpa and Gruncle. There isn't much more going on though than Batblob, which Bruce seemed to do naturally for years, and a little bit of dampening of people's senses.

Jason: Full on halfa, although still weak as he only got the bare minimum healthy ecto recently. Probably grows into something fire related, I do like the idea of him trying to be cool and balance three names, with the ghost name being Phoenix, or maybe he goes for a name from the classics, dunno what tho.

Tim: Just... minor durability and healing factor please. Kid needs it with how he pushes himself. Probably still spleenless but eh.

Steph: Sleight of hand but worse. Just, you see this figure, you can't seem to look away without a lot of willpower, and yet they still sneak up on you, or do something, but you can never catch them red handed.

Duke: Least liminal, eye shine please.

Damien: Just take his mimicry to the max. Not only is he good at voices but, while he can't change a lot, if you aren't paying attention you're almost sure he was someone else, if not Something else.

I'm not sure about a title but... A Colony of Liminals maybe?

Meme Prompt 2

Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.

[myopinionhi]

A Will Solace Character Analysis: the Underappreciated Soft Side

I've noticed many fanfictions have Will Solace OOC. So I’ve been thinking about aspects of Will’s personality fans seem to either gloss over or exaggerate. Here, this post is me doing an in-depth analysis explaining Will Solace’s canon personality in the books, and how it can sometimes differ from fanfictions. Sprinkled in this analysis are tips to fanfiction writers on how they write Will as more in-character.

There is one major aspect of Will that people seem to ignore or underemphasize. Nico best explains it when describing Will in this quote

Jason was a fighter. You could tell from the intensity of his stare, his constant alertness, the coiled-up energy in his frame. Will Solace was more like a lanky cat stretched out in sunshine. His movements were relaxed and nonthreatening, his gaze soft and far away. In his faded SURF BARBADOS T-shirt, his cutoff shorts and flip-flops, he looked about as aggressive as a demigod could get, but Nico knew he was brave under fire. During the Battle of Manhattan, Nico had seen him in action - the camp's best combat medic, risking his life to save wounded campers.

To sum it up, Will Solace is a very chill and calm character. A lot of writers make Will more irrational, impulsive, overbearing, and emotional than he actually is. Will is not the type of character to create drama unless he's, as Nico puts it, "under fire." In other words, the intense side of his personality doesn't come out unless the situation is urgent or dire.

Fans remember during the Second Giant War how he gets angry and argues with Nico over Nico's health and shadow-traveling, so many assume Will is going to be this fiery over a lot of other things regarding their relationship. For example, fanfic writers may make Will controlling or overly sensitive with Nico. However, keep in mind, Will gets heated with Nico during the Second Giant War because Nico's shadow-traveling is killing him. This is how Will describes Nico's dire state.

"Coach Hedge told me all about your shadow-travel. You can’t try that again."

"I just did try it again, Solace. I’m fine."

"No, you’re not. I’m a healer. I could feel the darkness in your hand as soon as I touched it. Even if you made it to that tent, you’d be in no shape to fight. But you wouldn’t make it. One more slip, and you won’t come back. You are not shadow-travelling. Doctor’s orders."

Will is a healer. When he touches Nico's hand, he can sense how little sleep and food Nico has been getting and how Nico's being taken over by darkness. Nico is on the verge of death and hasn't cared about his health for a long time. Nico is also stubborn about it, so Will has to be aggressive in order to save Nico's life. This aggressive behavior is not the norm for Will, but it can sometimes come out when he has to assert control in a life-or-death situation.

Will is a calming prescence. He's a diplomat. He stops violence on multiple occassions.

He's one of the few people who's able to calm Clarisse's violent rage, and he does so in a gentle manner.

Clarisse pointed her dagger at Rachel. "What about their allies, huh? Did you see that tribe of two-headed men that arrived yesterday? Or the glowing red dog-headed guys with the big poleaxes? They look pretty barbaric to me. It would’ve been nice if you’d foreseen any of that, if your Oracle power didn’t break down when we needed it most!"

Rachel’s face turned as red as her hair. "That’s hardly my fault. Something is wrong with Apollo’s gifts of prophecy. If I knew how to fix it –"

"She’s right." Will Solace, head counsellor for the Apollo cabin, put his hand gently on Clarisse’s wrist. Not many campers could’ve done that without getting stabbed, but Will had a way of defusing people’s anger. He got her to lower her dagger. "Everyone in our cabin has been affected. It’s not just Rachel."

One of the most underrated Will Solace moments is when he stops a bloody battle from happening between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter.  

But he knew it wouldn’t do any good. After weeks of waiting, agonizing and steaming, the Greeks and Romans wanted blood. Trying to stop the battle now would be like trying to push back a flood after the dam broke.

Will Solace saved the day.

He put his fingers in his mouth and did a taxicab whistle even more horrible than the last. Several Greeks dropped their swords. A ripple went through the Roman line like the entire First Cohort was shuddering.

"DON’T BE STUPID!" Will yelled. "LOOK!"

People are so used to seeing demigods, especially male demigods, being aggressive fighters that they can't wrap their heads around a brave and strong demigod who actively tries to avoid unnecessary conflict and destruction as much as he can.

And that's Will Solace's strength: he has the ability to prevent as much harm as possible.

Will is a difficult character to write. There's a lot of dueling factors with his personality. He's calm and pacifying while also being brave and assertive. He's fun and lighthearted while also being intelligent, logical, and grounded. He's laidback while also being responsible and hardworking. He's insecure but not melodramatic. He's very caring and protective but not pushy.

Will's personality confuses Nico sometimes too.

He’d always thought of Will as easygoing and laid back. Apparently he could also be stubborn and aggravating.

The trick to writing Will is to keep in mind his default personality is a soft and lighthearted character. Writers tend to overemphasize the hard side of his personality when his default personality is actually the soft side.

Think of the relaxing, lanky cat metaphor Nico uses for him. He and Nico bicker often, and it works for Will because he rolls with everything and doesn't take things too seriously. He's able to alleviate Nico's moodiness with humor, wittiness, groundedness, and patience. Nico affectionately calls Will a "dork" because Will usually keeps things light. Interestingly enough, he's able to be lighthearted without coming across as insensitive or an airheaded goofball, the latter of which is something Nico dislikes about Percy's personality. On a related sidenote, another way writers make Will OOC is they make him too dumb or too immature. I know I mentioned to focus on Will's soft side, but be careful to avoid that too. He's a SENSIBLE, lanky cat.

The way Will keeps his composure during a stressful situation by using laughter while still being mature is expressed well in this exchange with Apollo. (Yes, Will has a lot to manage.)

It was difficult to think of this young man as my son. He was so poised, so unassuming, so free of acne. He also didn’t appear to be awestruck in my presence. In fact, the corner of his mouth had started twitching.

“Are—are you amused?” I demanded.

Will shrugged. “Well, it’s either find this funny or freak out. My dad, the god Apollo, is a fifteen-year-old—”

“Sixteen,” I corrected. “Let’s go with sixteen.”

“A sixteen-year-old mortal, lying in a cot in my cabin, and with all my healing arts—which I got from you—I still can’t figure out how to fix you.”

“There is no fixing this,” I said miserably. “I am cast out of Olympus. My fate is tied to a girl named Meg. It could not be worse!”

Will laughed, which I thought took a great deal of gall. “Meg seems cool. She’s already poked Connor Stoll in the eyes and kicked Sherman Yang in the crotch.”

The fiercer side of Will's personality comes out only when the situation calls for it; this happens sometimes when he has to be a caring family member, a responsible healer, or a warrior in a dire situation. Even when he gets more forceful, he doesn't get more forceful than he has to.

Since Will has such a balanced and lighthearted personality, what are his flaws? What are the dark sides of his personality? There are four main things that stick out.

1. He's insecure about his self-perceived lack of abilities.

"I agree," Will said. "I wish I was a better archer … I wouldn’t mind shooting my Roman relative off his high horse. Actually, I wish I could use any of my father’s gifts to stop this war." He looked down at his own hands with distaste. "Unfortunately, I’m just a healer."

2. He sometimes struggles to endure the heavy responsibilities he has as a healer and as a protector to his family.

“I got it reattached,” Will told me, his voice shaky with exhaustion. His scrubs were speckled with blood. “I need somebody to keep him stable.”

I pointed to the woods. “But—”

“I know!” Will snapped. “Don’t you think I want to be out there searching too? We’re shorthanded for healers. There’s some salve and nectar in that pack. Go!”

I was stunned by his tone. I realized he was just as concerned about Kayla and Austin as I was. The only difference: Will knew his duty. He had to heal the injured first. And he needed my help.

3. He forces himself to bottle his emotions to keep his composure.

Will laughed under his breath. “I’m terrified. But one thing you learn as head counselor: you have to keep it together for everyone else. Let’s get you on your feet."

Here's a second example.

I rested my hand on Will’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back by dawn.”

His mouth trembled ever so slightly. “How can you be sure?”

4. He constantly worries about his loved ones.

Nico rested his hand on Will’s shoulder. “Apollo, we were worried. Will was especially.”

In conclusion, Will Solace's personality is difficult to get correct. But don't worry, if you write Will as a laidback, witty cat in your fanfics, I guarantee he'll be more in-character than many other fanfics with Will Solace.

(Note: I am only human. If you believe I'm misinterpreting some aspects of Will's personality, feel free to express it. What I say isn't 100 percent the right interpretation.)

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #390

“i am the enemy, here to save the day!”

When was the last time you woke up in the middle of the night? I do this LITERALLY every night. Do you write? (Songs, poems ect..) RP posts and rarely poetry. What is the easiest type of YouTube video to binge watch? Probably a good let's play of a game I'm really into. Do you color Easter eggs still? I haven't in years. I would if it was offered up, though. Do you prefer to decorate with pastel colors or bright colors for Easter? Pastelllll. Do you own a cross necklace? I did in the past, but I don't now. What color is your favorite pair of shorts? I don’t wear shorts. Do you prefer bright colors, dark colors, or pastel colors? Pastels. What’s something that makes you tired? Socializing. Like it's physically draining to me. Do you like drawing or painting better? Drawing. Do you own any foreign coins? No. Do you prefer soft tacos or hard? I hate tacos. Any recent purchases? My niece's birthday is coming up, so I bought her a Disney version of a board game from my childhood called "Pretty Pretty Princess." She's going to love it. :') Do you ever make mixed CD’s for anyone? I never did, no. Are you into gory movies? Yeah. Have you ever been locked in a room forcefully without anyone knowing? omg no Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? No. Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Me. Though I obviously didn't die. Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Twice. What is your favorite online smiley face to you? I think I use (: the most. What is something that freaks you out no matter what? Seeing babies move in their mother's stomach makes me want to shriek and vomit. Do you have any fetishes? No. Do you take a lot of photos? Sigh, not as much as I used to... I just don't know what to photograph anymore. Never leaving home doesn't help. Do you have big ears? No; I actually have very small ears, as has been pointed out to me. Do you have a laptop, desktop or both? A laptop. Have you ever met an online friend in real life? Yes! :') There are more I wanna meet. What would you say is your favorite color, out of them all? Baby pink. Have you ever attempted suicide? Yes. What are you most known for? In my real life, my art "skills." Online, probably my obsession with meerkats. Do you have a problem with body hair? Nope. The stigma of it needs to fucking stop. If you bathe yourself and keep your hair groomed, who the actual fuck cares what YOU do with YOUR body. Have you ever been so depressed, you were put on medication? I've been medicated for depression since the 7th grade. What is one thing you think is gross about the human body? Fluids like pus gross me out. Have you ever witnessed someone being murdered? Jesus, no. o_o At what age do you plan to get married? I'd like to as a young adult, but it's not that big a deal for me because I don't want kids (I wouldn't want kids 'til marriage if I did). Do you have any candles in your room? No, but a wax warmer. Ever make a friendship bracelet for someone? Yeah, as a kid. What have you been made fun of for the most? People love to pick on me always being on the computer, when I REALLY wish they fucking wouldn't. I'm aware it's an issue that I've had before I was even a teenager and it makes me SUPER self-conscious. When you’re visiting a site, do you still type ‘www.’? No; I kinda forgot that was a thing, lol. Can you still read the time if an analogue clock doesn’t have numbers on it? Yeah. To whom will/did you first talk about the first time you’ve had sex? My mom, I think. What is something you didn’t like about being thirteen? Acne lmaooo. What can you hear right now? "Girls" by Marina. It's really been jammed in my head lately. Do you think it’s okay for kids to have cellphones? Depends on the age and the phone, imo. I personally am for the idea of (slightly older) children having some sort of cell phone with limited applications, just because emergencies happen, and if I was a mom, I'd want my child to ALWAYS be able to reach me like if they were at a friend's or something. I'll tell you right now kids don't need extravagant iPhones, though. Again: limited applications, also to prevent addiction. Do you have any siblings? If so which one of them do you get along with the best? I have one brother and technically five sisters, but I know nothing of one of them. I don't really know who I get along with best...? I'm sadly not exceptionally close to any. What’s your favorite TV show? And who’s your favorite character from it? My favorite show of all time is Meerkat Manor, wherein my favorite character was Mozart. What kind of signs do you use when you pose for pictures? I usually don't make any, but I'll sometimes do a peace sign. What math subject is your favorite? Um, none? How about science? Genetics. Do you have a favorite Youtuber? If so, who? And what is your favorite video by them? Markiplier, obviously. :') Favorite video... I think it's gotta be the first video of the Dark route in "A Date With Markiplier." It's, uh, special to me lmfao. What’s your favourite Mexican dish? I just like quesadillas. Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yeah. Well I mean, Mom has. What’s the name of your first real boyfriend or girlfriend? Jason. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To be happy and satisfied with what I've done. Have you ever visited someone in prison? No. What months were you and your siblings born in? I was born in February, my younger sister in April, and my older sister is a June baby. Do you write down your passwords in a physical place to prevent losing them? No. x_x Do you have any injuries at the moment? No. Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? Average. Nah. Have you ever taken an acting class? No, not my thing. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Yikes, no. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to eat? Venison. Basically anything hunted primarily for sport. If you killed something that did not need to be killed to provide for yourself, I'm not touching it. Have you ever lived in university/college campus housing? No. Who was the last person you complimented? I think my mom? She's doing great with her diet, and I can tell she's lost weight. Do you like spring rolls? Yeah, they're decent. What do you live on in terms of a street, road, crescent, place, court etc? Court. What’s your favourite type of curry? I don't know if I've ever tried any. Have you ever had casual sex? No. Not my jam. If your phone rang right now from a number you don’t know, would you answer? Nope. What was your first pet’s name and how did you pick that? My first personal pet was either my guinea pig Squeak or Chinese water dragon Shadow. I could NOT tell you why I named a green lizard "Shadow," but I called Squeak "Squeak" because he, well, squeaked, lol. How tall are your highest heels? Not high at all. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. Last thing you looked up on Wikipedia? It was a band that needed a Wikipedia link to go on the Silent Hill wiki. Someone pointed out in trivia that Tears of Mankind covered a SH piece. Should guys keep their shirts on at shows? Unless there's a good reason, like you're seriously overheating, I think so. What about girls? The same as guys. I do think women should keep their bras on though mostly for their own protection because people are pigs. Do you have multiple playlists on YouTube? Yes. What is a goal that you have trouble accomplishing? Losing weight, apparently... What color is your Easter basket? I don't have one anymore. My childhood one was a light tan basket with a baby pink frill around it. What do you need to get from the store right now? Mom just got groceries the other day. What is something that you used to feel ashamed of, but now you don’t? I can't think of anything. EVERYTHING embarrasses me, so. What is your favorite part of growing older? Uhhhhhh. Are you hypersensitive? If so, in what ways are you hypersensitive? Yes, to textures in food. What’s a drug that’s made you gain weight? Paxil was the first, but I worked it all off and got in the best shape of my life. Then Abilify absolutely destroyed my body as far as my weight is concerned because my doctor was an absolute, utter fucking idiot that I will never forgive. Is there a piece of jewelry you have your eye on right now? No. Do you believe that people can be asexual? Bro the fuck, of course I do. What color is your Bible, if you have one? I don't have one. When are you at your happiest? When I first wake up and get on the computer. New day, same shit, but don't tell me that. :^) Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? I mean, it really depends on my mood as well as the weather, but generally, indoors. Can you honestly say that you love yourself? Nope. Where did you go, the last time you left your house? My sister's house to celebrate her husband's birthday. Do you like your singing voice? Meh, it depends on the song I'm singing, but usually, no. Have you ever done a psychedelic drug? If not, would you ever consider it? No to both.

[bluboothalassophile]

Hey! I just started reading the HfaB universe stuff. And I really like reading your stuff with Terry. I was hoping for some stuff with older Lian. Since she is probably my favourite kid in the comics. I think it would be cool tho to see some Terry and Lian besties interaction

Hello,

Lian and Terry are HfaB besties but for whatever reason this one shot did not go in that direction, but I hope you enjoy older Lian! =)

Sadie Hawkins Problems...

Lian Thea Harper was not a wuss, nor was she intimidated, and she firmly believed that she could take whatever problem came at her head on and with a lot of fire power backing her up.

After all, she was the daughter of Roy Harper and Jason Todd.

And YES, she was their daughter, didn’t matter that both her dads were married, they were her parents well before they had gotten hitched. Which was why, Lian had a problem at school with the Sadie Hawkins Dance, she would fucking handle it! It wasn’t like she was a pussy and couldn’t ask a guy out!

She was not a lesbian or something despite the rumors flying around behind her back; she was aware of the rumors, she just didn’t give a shit. If the best thing people had to obsess about was the sexual identity of someone who was not them, then they were sad folks. Besides, it wasn’t like it would fucking matter. Sex was private and personal and everyone else’s opinions could butt out.

But the problem was, she had boasted she’d be at the dance; with a date, and even if it killed her (because it really and truly just might), she would have a date for the night. Allie Jackson had ignited the challenge to Lian by laughing in Lian’s face when Lian had straight up said she would love to go to the dance but she had plans. Then Ally had proceeded to inform Lian that she was essentially an ugly, tasteless cow who wouldn’t dare to show her face at the Sadie Hawkins dance in shame because her unfeminine self couldn’t even attract a guy. Lian of course had only just refrained from punching Allie in her stupid face, but stated she’d be there, in a dress and with a date! And the problem was: no guy apparently was ballsy enough to just man up and say yes to her. She had asked her crush, the linebacker on Varsity, but he said he was waiting on Sandy Swanson’s ask, her second crush, the point guard, had said no so nervously after assuring her he was flattered and thought it sweet she was trying to stay in the closet but he was going out of the closet (yeah, that one was a shock), and the geek in chemistry, he had had an asthma attack and she had run him to the nurse’s office.

Which was what brought her into the Young Justice meeting.

Normally she would NEVER do this. But she was desperate.

Her team, her childhood friends, who were really more like siblings, if she was honest, consisted of Mar'i Grayson (who could literally get anyone she wanted if she asked), Helena Wayne (who was liable to steal it if people didn’t just hand it over to her), Max (Terry’s BFF at school who was tech support, and who also could get anyone she asked out to say yes), and Terry. There was also Mareena Curry (Princess of Atlantis), Nora West, Lara Kent, and finally, there was Tai Pham.

Her options were limited, but she’d be damned if she let Allie Jackson be right. She refused, so that left her desperate and scraping the bottom of the barrel as she stalked into YJ HQ and saw Terry working with his older brother on hand to hand while Jason talked the gathered members through what Robin was doing.

Lian stalked to the locker room, not even acknowledging her dad as she went there; she’d change, have a spar and then proceed to blackmail Terry into attending the dance with her; or Tai. The problem was she didn’t have blackmail on Tai, so she’d probably be blackmailing Terry.

Briefly Lian paused in the mirror, she was in sweats and a sports bra, and she looked at herself seriously in the mirror. Okay, so she wasn’t queen of the looks department like her biological mother was. Her black hair never laid down nicely, her nose had been busted when she was ten and testing on of Grandpa Ollie’s arrows, her face wasn’t bad, and she didn’t have a curvy figure but she was tall and athletic, she wasn’t gangly or disproportionate. She had nice skin, though there was a bit of acne on her brow from her domino mask, but she wasn’t ugly. Sure she had never put on all that makeup or dressed up for school; usually sticking to hoodies, jeans and boots, but she wasn’t hopeless!

Sighing she yanked her hair up and zipped up her hoodie. Perhaps the problem was she was tall and athletic, it wasn’t like people knew she was Speedy!

Lian sighed as she slumped against the wall and Mar'i flounced over. She could envy Mar'i, think everything was easier for Mar'i but Lian knew that that was far from the truth. Nothing had been easy for Mar'i Grayson, she knew that, but still, Lian kind of envied Mar'i for looking like a goddess.

“What’s got a frown on that face?” Mar'i giggled poking Lian’s dimple.

“Stupid stuff,” she snapped glaring at Mar'i.

“I doubt that,” Mar'i giggled. “Come on, you can tell me!”

“I need a stupid date for that stupid Sadie Hawkins Dance or that dumb bitch Allie Jackson is going to make my life a living hell for the remaining two years of high school!” Lian shrieked. And she really wanted to punch Mar'i for giggling at her plight.

“You need a date!?” her head snapped over to Tai who stood there looking at her and Mar'i.

“Uh… yeah,” she grimaced.

“I have never been to a high school dance before, it could be fun! Can I go!?” Tai pleaded.

“This was way easier than I was expecting,” Lian said.

“Is that a yes!?” he grinned. “I know all the cool dances and I promise not to geek out and make you uncool!” he promised.

“Uh… I’m cool with geeking out, so long as we don’t debate Star Wars.”

“Deal!” Tai grinned.

Lian smiled at the smaller Green Lantern and was immensely grateful to have him around now as she accepted him as her date for the Sadie Hawkins Dance.

“I get to pick the dress and pretty you up so Allie Jackson can eat her words!” Mar'i whispered as Tai bounced off.

“Obviously I need yours and Helena’s help!” Lian muttered.

[incoherentbabblings]

First Date (2/9)

Tim has one more test to pass before Bruce will allow him out as Robin. Like Dick and Jason before him, he has to avoid being caught by Batman for one night. He has already failed once, and is determined to succeed this time. Determination which might not count for much when Stephanie Brown is on the run from the mob. Her mother kidnapped as a way to threaten her father, Stephanie manages to escape and run into Tim. Unable to leave Stephanie alone when she is in need, Tim decides to try and multi-task. All he has to do is rescue Stephanie’s mother, take down the mob, avoid Batman, and get Stephanie to agree to a proper date all in one night. Absolute anarchy ensues.  Ao3 link here!

Tim had heard gunfire over the hub of the crowds and had decided (probably ill-advisedly) to check it out.  He wanted to see if there was anything he could do in civvies to help.  It seemed he was in luck as the blonde girl that barrelled through people, crashing to the floor, left leg stained red, was actively shouting for it.

He saw some guy in a cheap black suit running towards her.  Everything about him, from the gun to the loose tie to the greasy balding hair, screamed that he was a dangerous loser.

Tim had punched him in a way that made him kind of wish Bruce had seen it all.  It was – in Tim’s humble opinion – flawless.

When the girl on the floor had finally looked him the eye, Tim breathing halted and his jaw dropped.

Oh boy.

Objectively she was a mess, her mascara had flooded down her cheeks and snot was starting to come out of her nose from all the crying she’d done.  When she turned and vomited, bits of it got stuck in her hair.  The smell made Tim gag, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop smiling.

She had cheeks that looked like a hamster, high and full and blessedly clear of any teenage acne. Her lips were pouty and red, chapped and chewed and with a bloody split down the middle. He tried not to look lower than he needed to, but protruding collarbones peeked out from under her green t-shirt and brown jacket.

When she smiled back at Tim shyly, her blue eyes bright and sharp, Tim struggled to remember that she needed medical attention and quick.

Tim realised she reminded him of a little bird.

“Can you stand?”

She tried to get her breathing under control and shook her head in denial.  “I need help.”

He breathed out an okay, and Stephanie’s vision blurred as she went cross eyed.  His breath smelt good.

What the hell.

Kneeling in front of was a boy who simultaneously looked like someone Gotham born and bred versus someone who didn’t exist in real life.  The pale skin dark hair and grey eyes were one hundred percent to be expected of a city which saw the sun twice a year – and was literally named GOTHam c’mon – but Tim also looked too soft to belong in the city.  Too fragile.

He had a freckle near his jawline.

Tim turned around, kneeling in front of her. “I’ll carry you.”  He said.

She pulled herself up, wrapping her arms around his neck.  His arms came underneath her knees and he hoisted her up.  She hissed in the initial jostle, but once he was on his feet the pain faded.

He was strong, strong enough to knock a man out in one punch and to pull his weight and another’s upwards.  He didn’t look super buff, honestly he was quite slim, and short too.  He couldn’t have been any taller than her five foot seven.  His backpack created a barrier between her stomach and his spine.  Her own bag, a tiny little black satchel, had managed to stay around her shoulder through the ducking running and falling.

Tim began to jog down the street, and Stephanie was a little gobsmacked.  She watched as they left the man behind on the avenue, and realised she hadn’t caught what kind of car her mother had been taken in, or what direction it had drove off.

They arrived into A&E like it was no big deal for Tim to be carrying a human sized dead weight.  As Stephanie had suspected, it was heaving with Friday night accidents, junkies, drunkards and violence.

Stephanie half expected Tim to put her down and leave her.  He had done more than enough.  More than anyone else had done.  The minute her feet would touch the floor, the reality of her stolen mother would hit her, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything to help her.  Where could she even start?  She couldn’t stay long at the hospital; they would quickly track her down here once they realised that guy was probably still passed out on the street corner.  Her being in this hospital was putting everyone else at risk.  She just needed her leg bandaged and the wound numbed.

Then she would go hide or something.  She hadn’t figured that part out yet.

“We’re going to be waiting a while.”  Tim said, turning to look at the door.  He wanted to leave.

“You can go.  If you need.” She said, shuffling on his back to make him loosen his grip.  “Thank you.  You saved me.”  The awe that seeped into her voice was genuine, mixed with a regret that the white knight was going to leave her.  The feeling of being lost was creeping in, and her voice was breaking.

He stared and stared and stared at the automatic opening and closing doors.  If he lingered, Bruce would find him within the next five minutes.  It would be over quicker than last time, and with it any chance to help Bruce, Dick and the people of Gotham beyond punching out a creeper chasing a girl down the street.  The cooling air drifted in from outside.  Tim wondered if he’s already been caught.  It was not even nine pm, and he knew he was going to blow it.  Robin was probably done for.

But if it was, then at least he could see helping this girl through all the way.  He wasn’t quite ready to leave her alone yet.  She probably wasn’t safe, though he needed to check what caused the chase and shooting.

He needed more time with her.

He stared down at the legs he was holding.  She was pretty muscular for a teenage girl.  Probably was into her sports.

Gosh she was cute.

Tim tightened his grip and moved to join the queue to report in, still holding her up.  Stephanie stared at the back of his perfect head incredulously.  Okay, maybe he wanted to make sure someone had seen to her leg before going, but didn’t he have somewhere to be?  She relaxed regardless, and leaned back into him.

“Can I ask what happened?”  Tim said, breaking the silence.

She pressed her face into his neck, mortified that he was staying around to help her and actually gave a hoot.  Who did he think he was?

“I dunno!” She groaned, her head and arms hanging down limp.  “Three freaks at the pharmacy, they grabbed my mom… I dunno what they want with her.  I was just picking her up from here…”

“Is she sick?”

Yes. Very.

But that wasn’t what Tim meant.

“She works here.”

Tim nodded encouragingly, feeling an optimism that had utterly deserted Stephanie.  “Once we get your leg sorted, we’ll call the police.”

She scoffed, trying not to be rude to the poor guy who didn’t know any better. “Yeah right.  A criminals wife got taken, why should anyone care?”

“Criminal?”

“…My dad…  He…  He’s…”

“…Not very nice?”

“I learned a long time, when your dad is the Cluemaster, police don’t care much for what you’ve got to say.”

“Cluemaster?”

“You haven’t heard of him?”

“No, I have.” Tim said pleasantly.  Of course, he had.  God knows how many hours he had spent pouring over Bruce’s files on each and every one of Gotham’s weirdos.  “You’re Arthur Brown’s kid?”  He said it like he was shocked, surprised that Arthur could even produce offspring.

She exhaled, dejected. Story of her life.

“A disappointing ejaculation for him I am sure.”

Tim burst out laughing and bent over, nearly throwing Stephanie off.  He quickly corrected himself when she yelped in pain and threw her arms tight around him again to steady themselves.

“Sorry.  Sorry.”

“Glad I could amuse you.”

“Don’t worry about the police.  If they won’t help, I know someone who will.”

She snorted again.  “Better be Batman, Tim otherwise –”

A nearby nurse who was talking to a homeless fellow looked up at Stephanie’s snark and did a double take.  Her mouth dropped open, “Stephanie?”

Both Tim and Stephanie jolted at the acknowledgement, and Tim silently chided himself as he realised that he had never asked for the girl’s name.  No, a nurse in the unit had seemingly recognized her.  Stephanie seemed neither embarrassed nor relieved to see this lady.  She instead shook like a leaf.  Tim tried to rotate himself to act as a wall between the two women.

The nurse tottered over, took one look at the wound on her leg, then croaked out, “Where’s your mother?  What happened?  She only finished her shift an hour ago!”

“Taken.  I don’t know why.  I can’t stay long, Betty.  They’ll know I’m here.  They had a lot of guns and not a lot of brains.  Three guys in cheap suits shot out the pharmacy on Broad Street ‘round the corner, they’ll do the same here.”

She didn’t need to say more, as the nurse looked utterly horrified held her hands up.  “Give me a few minutes, we’ll get you wrapped it up real good and quick and then you get out of here.  Just this once, you can skip the queue.”  She looked at Tim then, and narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“I’m a friend,” He said before she could ask.  “I can get her somewhere safe when you’re done but… could you get someone to call the police?  They’ll take it more seriously if it comes from the hospital that one of their employees has been taken.”

Stephanie kept her face deliberately neutral at Tim’s little speech.  She wanted to believe him, but she also didn’t want to question him in front of anyone.

They were pulled off into a small room, and a frazzled doctor looked a little relieved when Stephanie removed her jeans behind a curtain.  “It looks worse than it is.” He’s said, cleaning it quickly as she laid down on a bed.  Tim stood on the other side, trying to look nonchalant but constantly keeping an eye on any entrances to the Hospital.  He was still visible to Stephanie, who watched him the whole time the Doctor was with her.

He had a thin neck, she noticed, and his head was shaped like an egg.  Like her he had high cheekbones a pointed chin, but unlike her his jaw was wider and his nose was straighter.   She continued to stare at the freckle on his jawline.

He looked a little sad to her.

The Doctor hummed ominously and made Stephanie break away from staring.

“Does it need stitches?”  Stephanie asked, afraid of the answer.  She already had one large scar dominating her stomach, she didn’t want another lining her leg.  The doctor shook his head.

“It can be glued, less scarring that way, and it’s not too deep.  Not allergic, are you?”

“No.  Once got my head glued, right at my hairline see?”  She pushed back her fringe and sure enough, a shiny scar ran along her forehead.

Tim was trying to be good and not peek, but he frowned at the knowledge that she had been stuck back together before.  He hoped it was from something trivial like falling off her bike.  He hoped no-one had hurt her.

The doctor set to work, quickly and efficiently.  When wrapping up her leg, he gave the usual spiel on keeping it clean, changing the bandage as and so on, and explained that the numbing agent would take just a little while longer to set in.

“Don’t put too much more pressure on it if you can.”  He said, tapping her leg and indicating she could get dressed again.

“Can I… Like shower somewhere? Or at least my hair?”

The doctor looked unamused at her chancing it and told her to go home if she wanted to get the puke out her hair.

When she stuck her nose around the curtain, Tim was still standing guard like a hawk.  She tapped him on the shoulder.

“All done.  Still need to wash my hair and have a mint.”

He smiled brightly, indicating he could help with one of those things, and pulled his backpack around, rummaging through it.  He gave her a stick of gum.  Chewing happily, she watched as he returned to his bag.

“One sec.”  And then more money then Stephanie had ever seen in person was pulled out of his wallet, and Tim practically threw it at the doctor. He then grabbed Stephanie’s arm.  “That’ll cover it all right?”

The doctor looked equally as mortified as Stephanie. “It doesn’t work like that…”

But the young pair were gone.  They started to make their way out, but Stephanie was shuffling, the anaesthetic not totally kicking in yet.  Tim immediately tugged her round and hoisted her up once more.

“What’re you—”

“Tell me when you can walk on it yeah?  We’ve got a fair ways to go.”

“And where’s that?”

Tim wasn’t really sure.  He figured a safe house, one that he knew the access code to.  She could be left there and then Batman could take over.  He’d find her mother no worries and Tim could finish his hide and seek mission no worries. Stephanie would be a good way to keep Bruce off his tail… after she was safe.

There was also the problem that the only safe house Tim knew the access code to was a forty minute drive away, and it wasn’t like he could just get in his car.  No, that would get him caught in an instant.  They needed to use public transport.

“Would you believe me if I said I did in fact know Batman?”

They exited the hospital, the streets now even busier then when they had crashed into each other.  The noise wasn’t distracting however, and in a way the crowds provided a decent amount of cover.

Despite not being able to see her expression, he still felt Stephanie screw her face up suspiciously at his query.

“Normally I’d say no but… I dunno any guy that also punches that hard, has that much money to throw at Doctors and is so willing to be piggybacked… so maybe my point of reference is skewed.”

Tim laughed again.  She was really good at that, making him laugh.

“Maybe!  Listen, I know you don’t know me, but I promise I just want to help.”

She truly didn’t understand him.  He couldn’t be this naïve…  “Why?”  She asked, all cynicism and sarcasm leeched away.

“You were in trouble.”  He said it like it was ever really that simple.

“But no-one else bothered.  No-one else cares.”

“Well… it’s kind of like what you said.”

“Oh?  You’re not like most people?”  She said, breathing into his ear.  He tried not to shiver at her teasing.

“Most people can’t do what I can do.  I wanted to help.  So I learned how to help.  That’s all.”

“That’s all?”  Suspicious but also impressed, she leaned forward, and pressed their cheeks together.  He smelled nice, mostly of soap, but it was better than what most teenage boys emitted with their b.o. or body spray.  She probably still smelled of vomit.

He sighed happily, hoisting her up more securely.

“Honestly.  That’s all.”

“Hmm.”  And she pecked his cheek.  Tim immediately entered cloud nine and smiled like a dork.  “Thank you, Tim.  But you still haven’t said where we’re going.”

“Right.  Yeah.”

Maybe he was overthinking it.  They had no proof that those three goons were following them.  They’d had walked in the opposite direction of where they had met, so Tim was unsure if anyone was following them.  He could drop her off at the Police Station, which was just a few blocks down from them, near Grant Park, but if he were honest with himself, he wanted to ensure Bruce dealt with this case himself.  Tim might not have been able to see it through, at least not tonight, but he could make sure the best guy for the job could.

He paused at the top of a subway entrance and made up his mind.

“We can go to a safe house in Bristol.”

“Bristol?  Safe house?”

“Told you I know Batman right?” He crowed.  “The second he sees you in the safe house he’ll know he doesn’t need to worry about you.  Just your mom.  And who better to save your mom then Batman?”

Stephanie screwed up her mouth.  “I don’t know.  Bristol’s all the way across the city.  My mom… she could be de—”

“That nurse called the police.  I saw her.  They’ll be starting to look for her.  Batman would have heard the call, he’ll be searching for you both.  If he knows where you are, that’s a check off his list for things to do tonight.  Your mom won’t die.”

His tone was firm.  No argument was to be had.  She tried to believe him.

He let her down, but still offered his hand for her to walk down the stairs.  She stared at it.

“You can trust me.  Nothing else bad is going to happen to you tonight.”

She took his hand and squeezed it.

“Awfully big promises Tim.”

He looked behind her, seeing movement that she couldn’t, and frowned a little suspiciously.

“What?” Stephanie asked, going to look, but Tim tugged at her arm insistently, encouraging her down the stairs.

“Nothing.  I hope.  Let’s go.”

She nodded and began hopping down the steps.  The tiles were stained yellow and were wet with a seemingly permanent combination of rain and ground water, as well as a hint of urine.  It wasn’t pleasant.

They headed to the northern line.  They’d have to pass through all Gotham’s islands to get to Bristol on the mainland, and even after they’d arrived, it was still a twenty-minute walk from the subway stop to the safe house.

They could do it.  Even if they were being followed.

Waiting on the platform Stephanie continually shuffled from side to side.  Tim hadn’t let go of her hand and she wasn’t really wanting him to.  He was solid next to her, a good weight to lean on.

He was constantly watching though. Watching her, watching people come down the stairs, watching security cameras, watching down the tunnels…  It was unnerving how alert he was.  Did he see something she didn’t?

She tried to distract him.

“So…Why were you in the city centre on a Friday night at half eight?”

“Uhh…”  It seemed he hadn’t expected her to ask that question.  And it seemed he had no answer for her.

The subway arrived then, blowing Stephanie’s hair around her face.  The smell of her vomit wafted up through her nose, and she twitched.  Entering the cart, Tim shuffled her over to the far end, the pair unable to get a seat, and he stood in front of her, crowding her into a corner.  Others piled in, loud shouting and conversations making both Tim and Stephanie almost curl into each other.

They didn’t speak for most of the trip, the noise and closeness of the other bodies made what should have been an uncomfortable ride, and despite the numbing in her leg she could still feel the tight skin underneath, and her jeans that had hardened with dried blood cracked and rubbed uncomfortably on her skin.

She noticed how sharply Tim was dressed, despite how simple the clothes were she could tell they were expensive.  She should have guessed when he suggested going to Bristol, and the throwing of money at the Doctor was another massive sign.

Rich people in general didn’t care, or liked to pretend that they cared.  Tim did care.  There was a genuineness that flowed off him unlike many of the people he no doubt hang out with.  She felt her cynicism start to crack in his presence, and she smiled at him.

He smiled back, his front teeth a little too big compared to his canines and molars.  It reminded her of how young he was. Stephanie tended to smile with her mouth closed, almost like a smirk, but Tim could already tell when it was sincere, as her eyes crinkled up into half crescents when she appeared happy.

She needed a haircut.  Her layers had grown out to be a bit raggedy, and her fringe was nearly at the point of crossing her brow bone.  It didn’t look like a fashion statement.  He could see on her t-shirt remnants of older stains.  Cooking oil stains.  Knowing what he knew about her parents – a non-present father and a mother who worked horrendous hours – he wondered how much she’d had to care of herself growing up, making her own food, doing her own hair, buying her own clothes… The fact that was as bright eyed as she was seemed a minor miracle to Tim.

As they continued through Gotham, the carriage gradually began to empty the further from central Gotham they got, but even after seats appeared neither moved to sit down.  Instead they stood in the corner at the end of the carriage, the small open window blowing humid air down the tin can.  Stephanie continued to chew the gum Tim gave her, her tongue making little popping noises with it through tiny bubbles.

Impulsively, Tim leaned in an inch.

Instinctively, Stephanie leaned back an inch, not really realising what he wanted.

No, no, nope.  That was dumb.  Oh God.  Dumb.  Dumbo.

Tim froze, and moved back, berating himself.  Too soon, too soon.  Who goes kissing a girl less than two hours after meeting?

He grimaced as he realised what a dumb thought that was. Lots of people kissed people they’d just met. Lots of people did way more than that with people they’d just met.  But Tim wasn’t like that.  He wasn’t.  He continued shaming himself, while Stephanie watched, at first amused but then concernedly at his internal arguments that played out across his features.  She laughed nervously and looked down the carriage over his shoulder.  

In the next carriage along, she could see five men gathered at the window, peering through into Tim and Stephanie’s box.  Each one was uglier than the previous. One of them she recognised.

“Oh my god.”  She stuttered, hiding behind Tim.  Too late, they’d seen her peeking and had begun to move.

Tim immediately dropped the self-loathing and grew worried.  “What?  What?  Is it your leg?”

“There’s weird looking men in the carriage down from us.  They’re looking at us.  At me.”

“How many?”

“I saw five?”

“We’ll get off at the next stop.”

“What?  No, we’re not getting off at the Bowery.”

“We have to.  We can grab the monorail up to Coventry then get back on the Subway from there.  It’ll be fine.”

“Have you ever been round this neighbourhood?”

“Have you?”

“No.  And I want to keep it that way.”

“We can lose them easier there.”

As they bickered, Stephanie saw the men trying the door to come through and down the train.  She realised she didn’t really have a choice.

“I don’t know if I can run out of here when it stops.”  She confessed.

“Try.  I won’t leave you behind.”

He was making so many promises it was becoming frustrating.  It was one thing to punch a man unawares, it was another to get into a brawl with five men with guns.

Fingers intertwined, they both squeezed past others who had chosen to stand in order to collect near the doors.  The subway began to slow down, the overworked brakes squealing.  Pulling up to the stop, a crowd of three people deep was waiting to get on, which suited Tim just fine.  Hopefully the men weren’t stupid enough to shoot through a crowd in the subway tunnels of Gotham.

The men managed to get the single mechanical door open to enter the carriage.  One already had a gun out.  One lady saw it and began to screech, and the occupants of the train began to throw a raucous at her hysterics.

The automatic doors opened then and sprinting with a speed Stephanie had no chance of keeping up with, Tim yanked her out onto the platform and into the crowd.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

like at best it is a massive inconvenience, spending centuries being perceived as a teenager:

can't go to a bars or adult venues, can't get a career, can't have friendships or go on dates with normal adults without getting weird side-eyes. forget about long-term relationships or afterlife partners.

now if you're in your 40s or 50s--then you can stay in one place for awhile. you can have relationships, be part of a community, join the neighborhood book club, all that jazz. add grey hair dye and some reading glasses and you can get away with not visibly aging for, oh, 20+ years.

((longer even since by then you've got a reputation as someone who is obsessed with avoiding sun damage (hah!) aka the number one cause of premature aging. throw in some excuses such as plastic surgery and pretending to be a fitness + health food junkie (you are known for only ever eating "superfoods smoothies" which is why you drink all your meals out of a travel mug--that's not blood it's acai berry powder). just like that you get to spend 3+ decades living a normal adult lifestyle (minus the inconvenience of the mortal aging process and dealing with the U.S. healthcare system)))

but a teenager? that's gonna get awkward fast. you've got like, 5-10 years max before people start wondering why your acne hasn't faded yet. plus the only people you can hang out with socially are other teenagers, which for a fully-grown (and then some) adult is its own kind of eternal punishment. even if you manage to pass as a college student, you're gonna get exhausted hanging out only with people under 35. you will have fewer and fewer interests in common. you won't even make it to your 100th birthday before you're craving dinner parties and art gallery openings and some goddamn adult conversation. you are so fucking tired of being invited to music festivals. you are too old to go camping in jason's RV. you want to put on public radio and unwind with a library book. brenda's hosting book club on wednesday and you're already 3 whole chapters behind

plus the whole inconvenience of getting someone to pose as your parent or guardian. can you imagine how fucking annoying it would be to be 140 years old and still needing 'adult' permission to get a driver's license? "please ma'am I am older than you. I am older than automobile travel"

now at worst? at worst not only do you look like a teenager, you feel like a teenager. that's your eternal physiological state. your eternal mental state. your eternal hormonal state. like I said: a horror story. listen, the single best thing about going through puberty is that someday you get to grow out of puberty. why tf do you think teenagers are in such an unhealthy hurry to grow up (other than the pressures and double standards that adults continue to push on young people obviously). because being a teenager is exhausting. it is an exhausting liminal state, where you get too many of the demands of adulthood and basically none of the rewards, plus all of the unique complications of puberty. get out of here with that shit. I remember being 17, alright? there are too many mood swings, and weird urges, and uncontrollable emotions. life and sense-of-self are very much an unstable work-in-progress at that point, because your brain & body are in a major and tumultuous developmental stage that is not supposed to be permanent. being 17 is hard as shit but the expectation is it gets easier because you get to grow out of it. one of the advantages of the mortal aging process.

in conclusion, even being an eternally 21-year-old vampire would be sucky (heh), but being a (literal) heaven forsaken teenager for all of eternity? extreme and disturbing psychological horror. give me more middle-aged vampires who have their shit together. gimme vampire grandmas.

the older I get the more Twilight reads like a horror story. imagine being seventeen for all of eternity. that is some nightmare shit

[shockfemme]

Pretty. Black. Girl: How My First White Crush Crushed Me But Didn’t Break Me  By Hadass Wade

“I think she’s hot, but my mom would kill me if I dated a black girl,” Rick said. Rick and I had been flirting with each other in the hallways and passing notes to each other for weeks. I really wanted him to ask me to the homecoming dance, so I had my best friend do some sleuthing for me. Which I like to think was subtle conversation, but she probably actually just flat out told him “Hadass likes you. Do you like her?”

In all honesty, I could have chosen a better looking guy to decimate my ego, but really, we all looked like aliens back in the good old days of 9th grade. Puberty destroyed our childhood cuteness and left us with body hair and acne and rampant emotions. Rick was tall, skinny, with slight acne (but, who didn't back then?) and dark hair that he bleached blonde and spiked up at the top. He also totally wore JNCOs (I know, SO edgy and alternative, I could barely stand it).

The importance of a crush and all its exhilaration turned into “does he like black girls or not?” To me, race wasn’t ever a barrier in friendship or romance. I had had white best friends and none of my white crushes before this had called out my blackness as the deal breaker. But this one changed all that had come before. Now, I wondered if Jason in 8th grade had laughed at my love note because he just wasn't into me or because he thought it was hilarious that I thought he could ever like a black girl?

“You’re pretty for a black girl.” It’s something I’ve heard not once, not twice…okay, I don’t actually have an exact figure, but even twice is two times too many. I had grown up around enough black people to never really think about race, but you’d better believe I knew exactly where I stood once I dared have a crush on a white boy. Post-puberty, being called “hot” was, embarrassingly enough, an achievement, but the rush was tempered by my realization that the root cause of our ultimate incompatibility was my blackness.

In all my struggles with femininity - learning to pluck my eyebrows, learning to ignore how fucking painful it was to pluck my eyebrows, navigating the tricky waters of periods and the bloodstains that came with it, shaving, and the blood that came with it, wearing makeup and learning how to put it on-it took me longest to work my way through the worrying/knowing that my blackness had the potential to mask what I wanted people to see about me. And, I’ll be honest, the teenage me wanted to be attractive and edgy and have a boyfriend, or at least a fucking date to the dance.  I read every article and beauty tip in Teen, Seventeen, and Cosmo (when I could get my hands on it), but no amount of makeup and perfectly plucked brows was going to change Rick’s mind.

It was hard enough just figuring out all the things I was supposed to do, like remembering to shave my legs if I was going to wear shorts or a skirt, without adding a total identity crisis to my plate. Seventeen Magazine was strangely silent on what to do if your crush's mother was kinda racist.  So, really, what do you do?

I stopped reading magazines, (except for the Cosmo sex tips because I wanted to be ready if it ever came up). I realized it's hard enough to be yourself without complete strangers giving you all these rules and guidelines for looking your best and attracting the opposite sex. Monthly guides to remind you that there is a new best lip gloss color and this one is really going to make you look and feel good! Selling the idea that you can be more likable if you just follow these 10 simple rules.

I started laughing (and still laugh) at the notion of being ladylike. I could have had the formal title of "Lady," and Rick would have been like "Nope! Still black." I still made effort with my appearance, but it was no longer a primary goal of mine to get that external validation (in part because I was no longer certain that it would ever come).  And I stopped giving as many fucks about being likable.

It sounds cheesy, but I think I beat a lot of my friends to self-acceptance. Because I had had that experience of rejection so early on and it was based on such a fixed aspect of my identity, I was able to see how unlikely it was that I could ever control how desirable I was to anyone else and, also, the utter futility in trying to exercise any of that control. I had no choice but to accept myself because there wasn’t a diet plan or beauty regimen for my particular “affliction.” I knew I had to be strong because I knew it wouldn't be the last time that I felt rejection because of a fundamental part of who I am.

It would be many years before I would indulge in experimenting with the traditional trappings of femininity. And many more years before I would fully understand Rick’s particular affliction as racism rather than a legitimate preference. Nevertheless, the real victory was understanding that my blackness was not and has never been some problem to solve. So, when it comes to being "pretty," "black," "girl," or any combination of those three things, I'd like to thank Rick's racist mama for helping me learn that there are no rules beyond self-love.

[islandpcosjourney]

Day 5

19th March 2021

I had a day off today, or rather a day to work at home so I didn’t need to be up early – I took every advantage of that! Took me a little while to get going properly today and I also spent more time in the kitchen than I intended, giving my juicer parts an extra deep clean as I usually just rinse them under hot water to save time, but over time the residue builds up and needs soapy suds to break it down – that’s a once a week maintenance job.

Today’s juices are:

Protein Rich Powerhouse Apple, Spinach, Pineapple, Cucumber, Lime, Broccoli stem, Pea pods  blended with Avocado, Hemp protein powder, Mixed seeds. Breath of fresh air  Orange, Carrots, Beetroot, Ginger

I took a cheeky step onto the scales to see how I was doing and I was delighted to find that I’m only a few pounds off reaching my goal of losing 15% of my overall bodyweight and then I’ll nearly be at my wedding weight too. When we got married in 2016, I got my wedding dress made locally on the island with many fittings over months at each stage of the dress-making process. I remember feeling like I knew this would be the only time I’d be able to fit into it as I was doomed to continually put on weight forever. I loved that my mum was still able to put on her wedding dress, even after 40yrs, which was a lovely way for her to reminisce. Now, I know that I’ll potentially get back into it, but hopefully not for long as I want to spend the rest of my life being smaller than I was on my wedding day! I tried so hard to lose weight in-between fittings but I wasn’t making massive progress so I was spending lots of money on treatments to help aid my efforts as I was also desperate to look good in a bikini on our honeymoon (my one and only holiday abroad when I ever had to think about lying in the sun). I had horrible bumpy cellulite on my thighs and I hated it. I knew it wasn’t healthy to have skin like that but I didn’t know what caused it and I had no idea how to deal with it other than to get advice on what creams to buy and go through cling-film treatments to speed up any processes. 4 years later and I’ve found that juicing has almost eradicated all of that bumpiness – much to my astonishment! I remember the first time a few months ago when I was getting dressed and feeling the smoothness on my upper thighs and thinking I was imagining things. Obviously we all go through moments in life where we wished we’d known earlier what to do but to think that Juice could’ve had the power to help me back then is kind of mind-blowing. But, it was a process I had to go through to come out the other side and really appreciate what is important in life – health! Jason Vale quotes a homeless man in one of his books where this man who lives on the street is questioned as to why/how he eats so well – fruits and veggies that supermarkets are throwing out, that kind of thing – and he says,

“If I don’t look after my body, I’ll have nowhere to live”

SO true isn’t it?! A homeless man, who ‘technically’ had nowhere to live ie. a house, a roof over his head, could see how important eating the right nutrition was because he wanted to “live”. Amazing!

“If you eat dead food, you are going to feel dead. If you eat live food, you are going to feel alive”  – Jason Vale

Going back to skin, on Day 2 of this particular journey, I started feeling the softness returning in my face. I’ve generally had very smooth, soft skin since Juicing apart from days when it returns to being oily again with a few breakouts and then I know I’ve eaten too many bad things - its a pretty good detection system really. Pretty much as soon as I ONLY consume juice, my skin improves massively. I had very bad skin growing up. Cystic acne that I now know would’ve been related to my PCOS, but at the time we just thought it was teenage hormones, only mine continued for years into my adult life. My face started to clear up after I was diagnosed with PCOS and my GP put me on Co-cyprindiol, which also regulated my menstrual cycle, but when I agreed to take it, I wasn’t aware of how devastating it would be to my hormones in the long-term, I was just delighted that I finally had smoother skin and less painful acne to deal with on a daily basis. They don’t tell you that something which is meant to help your hormones, can affect your hormones. They basically gave me a treatment for a symptom rather than helping me find a treatment for the underlying cause. THAT’s the difference between me in 2011 and me in 2021.

[annabethwisegirl-chase]

250 Headcanons (Part 5)

Headcanons #201-250.  These are just things that I couldn’t really fit in anywhere else.

201.  Growing up in camp, and not really having any true female role models in her immediate vicinity, Annabeth’s understanding of how to deal with acne was very limited.  Thus, nearly every time she would get a bad zit, she would pick at it until it bled and then slap a band aid over the top of it.  It was easier just to say that she fell and scraped her face than to admit she just had a bad zit.

202.  Her magical Yankees cap doesn’t turn her invisible if Annabeth has it on backwards.  But, she thinks that looks stupid and completely goes against the design and function of a hat, so she never does it.

203.  For Christmas one year, she received one of those big bags of Reese’s cups because they were Annabeth’s favorite candy in the world.  She ate them all in about a week and then proceeded to get a bad stomache afterwards.  Since then, she can’t stand the taste of chocolate and peanut butter together.

204.  It doesn’t matter how Annabeth falls asleep, how many blankets there are, or where she is.  She will find a way to become a blanket burrito every night, without fail.  This has only gotten worse since Tartarus, because feeling like she’s wrapped in the blanket makes her feel like she has some sense of security.

205.  The longest she’s ever gone without washing her hair was about two weeks.  Her curls were basically in just one huge knot by the end of it.

206.  She wants to learn to play the drums in order to help her productively release her anger and aggression.

207.  Cookies and cream ice cream is 1000% the way to win her over.  Any time she gets a bad test score, gets into an argument, or is just having one of those “bad days,” you can better believe that Annabeth is finding a way to get her hands on some cookies and cream ice cream.

208.  She enters the online lotteries for about four different Broadway shows on a daily basis.  She has yet to win, a fact which frustrates her to no end.

209.  Annabeth has a teddy bear that she keeps in her stuff for camp.  His name is Humphrey.

210.  Despite her love of Tom Felton and her mental connection of linking Luke to Draco, he is not her favorite Harry Potter character.  Annabeth actually really likes James Potter’s character in the books, and has gotten into more than one heated debate with her siblings about whether or not he was a good person.

211.  She is weirdly creeped out by nutcrackers.  When Annabeth was six, her dad took her to see a production of the Nutcracker in an attempt to “bond.”  Personally, she believes it was because her step mom wanted her out of the house, but she never said that aloud.  That night, she had a terrible dream about the nutcrackers in their house coming alive and eating everyone.  Since then, she refuses to have anything to do with them.

212.  Annabeth gets really annoyed whenever Percy, Thalia, or Grover make a dam joke.  After all, she was the one who wanted to see the Hoover Dam, and the fact that they went without her just seems like an insult.  Sure, she gets that it wasn’t planned, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that they’ve gotten to see it and she hasn’t.  Them making dam jokes only reminds her of that.

213.  She smacks her gum.  Because of this, Annabeth does not chew gum often--only when she’s frustrated because she’s stuck on a project.  The more frustrated she gets, the worse her smacking becomes.

214.  When she starts working in her architecture firm and has to attend various parties and galas for the companies that she’s working/building for, Annabeth gets into the habit of hiding in the bathroom for most of the night.  All her life, she’s lived to hear people’s praise, craving it more than she can begin to put into words.  But, being the center of attention to get it makes her extremely uncomfortable and she ends up just trying to skip out on it entirely.  There’s about a thirty minute appearance from her at the beginning of the night, and again at the end of the night.  Anything else, you can forget.

215.  There is one movie that Annabeth absolutely has to see at Christmas.  Otherwise, it’s not officially the holiday season.  It’s A Muppet Christmas Carol, but she has to watch an older copy of it.  The new one took out her favorite song, which she insists is a crime on humanity.

216.  Annabeth doesn’t like coffee.  When she was in high school, she legitimately tried to like it, but nothing she did made it taste okay.  She prefers to rely on Dr. Pepper to keep her awake instead.

217.  When Annabeth was young and her step mom had her hands full with Matthew and Bobby, it wasn’t uncommon for Mrs. Chase to put on the television to try and keep Annabeth entertained.  While it seldom kept her attention for long, there did seem to be one program that could keep her occupied for about twenty five minutes: Winnie the Pooh.  It is, hands down, her favorite kid’s show and she will still sometimes mutter “oh bother,” if something small goes wrong.

218.  Annabeth gets incredibly jealous very easily.  In fact, if the Sirens hadn’t showed her that her fatal flaw was hubris, she would be inclined to believe that it would be jealousy.  She’s very possessive of the people in her life and is always weary that something (or someone) else could come along and take them away from her.  It takes next to nothing to make her jealous, but she tries her best to hide it so that she doesn’t come off as crazy.  However, there are times when it slips out and Annabeth just takes to ignoring the other person. 

219.  During her first few years at camp, when most of the campers would go home during the school year, Annabeth would have lessons at camp.  Most of them were tailored for her, and she convinced Chiron to teach her Morse code after she learned Greek, and enough Latin to be able to hold a conversation in it.

220.  Annabeth absolutely loves taking pictures.  On the wall behind her bunk at camp, there’s a huge mashup of photos.  Some of them are of her family, but most are of her friends at camp throughout the years.  She took some of the ones that Jason found in the Zeus cabin to hang up there, as well.  All of the pictures though tell important parts of her life.  They show the day her brothers were born and one of the few times Annabeth was allowed to hold them, they show her and Luke and Thalia, laughing and looking half starved as they traveled, they show her and Percy and Grover, making ridiculous faces at the camera after coming back from their first quest.  Each picture tells a story, and Annabeth has a bad habit of looking at them and getting lost in those stories.  And that’s but a few.  There are dozens more tucked into her desk, pinned up on her walls at home, and her collection only grows the older she gets.

221.  When Annabeth was young and tried living with her dad again the first time, her brothers were just getting into Legos.  However, because they were still small, the concept of “sharing” was still foreign to them and they’d get upset every time Annabeth tried to play with their toys.  Their tears would alert their mother, who would scold Annabeth with upsetting her brothers.  This went on for several times, until she just gave up on trying to play with the Legos.  When she got a little older, her brothers decided they didn’t want them anymore and simply got rid of them, even though Annabeth would’ve loved them.  The first thing she buys when she moves into her first apartment is Legos and they go everywhere in that house.  Little replicas of major national monuments, models for her own designs, and even the Death Star are in every single room, each one made of Legos.

222.  Annabeth was nine the first time she broke a bone.  She was climbing a tree and trying to show off for the other campers, when she slipped.  She landed on the ground with a sickening crack.  When she sat up, her hand was twisted funny and it hurt so bad that she could hardly stand it.  Due to her age, Chiron was hesitant to give her any real amount ambrosia for the injury, so she only got a taste and then had to wear a sling for several weeks.

223.  Growing up at camp, Annabeth’s exposure to all things pop culture was very limited.  So, when she started living with her dad during the school year again, she went overboard trying to catch up on the stuff the other kids her age knew about.  Even now, she tries to overcompensate for what she didn’t get to experience as a kid which is why she has an overabundance of knowledge relating to movies, television shows, etc.

224.  She’s never seen a show in its completion.  Once she gets bored with a story arc, Annabeth will stop watching it.  The closest she ever got to finishing a show was the Office, but even then, she got bored after Jim and Pam got married.

225.  Hates wearing scarves.  They make her feel like she’s trapped and she complains every time someone makes her wear one.  On the flip side though, she makes sure everyone else has one on.  It’s about ten different levels of hypocritical, but Annabeth doesn’t care.

226.  It bothered her to no end when Percy was finally taller than her.  Whenever she first realized it, she tried to find ways to make herself appear taller than she was.  She’d stand on the step above him, sit on tables, anything to keep feeling like she was bigger than him.  

227.  Sometimes, she’ll leave her dagger and a note on top of take out boxes, threatening people that she will come after them if they eat her left overs.

228.  She has a bad habit of stomping her foot whenever she gets frustrated or mad.  It started when she was little and didn’t have the vocabulary to express herself properly, and was just something that never went away.

229.  Annabeth isn’t big on dresses.  She hates the whole having to deal with false modesty and keeping the skirt down if a monster were to show up.  Whenever she is forced to wear a dress, there’s always a pair of shorts underneath.  It doesn’t matter the occassion.

230.  When she goes away to college, Annabeth’s PTSD and anxiety get infinitely worse.  It’s from a suggestion (that she’s pretty sure had charmspeak in it) from Piper that Annabeth agrees to go see a therapist.  Her name is Phyllis, who was a former camper as well, and a daughter of Apollo who managed to survive in the real world.  They manage to get through most of the problems that have plagued Annabeth from being a demigod, as well as the trauma from before she ever learned about her parentage.

231.  Owns about twenty pillows and insists on having them all on the bed with her, claiming that it’ll mess up her back if they aren’t there.

232.  Annabeth never got braces.  Her teeth were in that borderline area where they were too straight for braces to do much good, but also a little too crooked for a retainer.  So, she went without anything.  When her wisdom teeth came in though, it caused her bottom teeth to shift and now she’s really self conscious abbout how crowded they look.

233.  She’s the kind of person who decorates the back of Christmas trees, and her jack-o-lanterns and gingerbread houses are way too immaculate for something that’ll just get thrown away a little while later.

234.  She’s the biggest baby when she gets sick, complaining about her headaches and how cold she is.  Still, she’s too stubborn to let anyone do anything for her, but she whines the entire time about having to make her own soup and having to get her own drinks.

235.  Whenever Annabeth’s nervous, her hands have to find some way to occupy themselves.  Her two top ways to keep them occupied are fiddling with her camp necklace or twirling her hair around her fingers.

236.  She convinces Piper to teach her how to braid her hair, but has no patience to actually sit there and completely braid it.  So, if she wants her hair braided, she has to go to Piper to do it.  But, the habit has found its way to Annabeth braiding other people’s hair absentmindedly when she’s bored.  Percy has ended up with several small braids in his hair from when they’ve been studying.

237.  When she does text, Annabeth texts in complete sentences, using proper capitalization, periods, and grammar.  However, she never picks up when autocorrect changes a word that she types out, so it’s led to some interesting messages being sent.  Also, she hardly ever uses emojis.  Her most used one is the skull, and it’s only because she’s used it about five times.

238.  Literally always has snacks on her.  Little pieces of butterscotch candy, a bag of popcorn, or a granola bar.  She’s says it’s “being prepared,” but really, she’s just always hungry and needs to keep it on her to eat.

239.  Uses a bookbag instead of a normal bag, because it allows her to store more things in it and she thinks it’s easier to keep from losing.  In it, she has her snacks, her keys, her dagger, her laptop, sunscreen, one of those tiny little sketch books, a pen, her cell phone and her wallet.  It’s basically glued on her person whenever she leaves camp (and most of the time when she’s in camp), because she never knows when the next apocolypse might happen and she needs to be prepared.

240.  She wants to backpack through Europe after graduating from college.

241.  Her favorite holiday is Halloween and Annabeth starts planning what she’s going to be the Halloween before.  She thinks Christmas is over rated, Valentine’s Day is gross, New Year’s Day is a sham, and never really got on bored the Thanksgiving train.

242.  She’s seen Star Wars: A New Hope so many times that she can quote it.  If she had a lightsaber, it’d be green.

243.  Annabeth had a weird phase for about a year during seventh grade where she was really into country music and refuses to ever talk about it.  Once, one of her siblings found a Rascal Flatts CD in her stuff, and Annabeth swore up and down that it wasn’t hers.  She fished it out of the trash and rehid it at the bottom of her trunk after the rest of the cabin went to archery.

244.  Her freshman year of high school, when she stayed with her dad, Annabeth went to a public high school.  She took shop class and was the only girl in that class.  The other students (including the teacher) kept making comments about how they would help her complete the projects because she was a girl and probably couldn’t do it.  She made it a point to show up everyone in that class and refused to go back to that school after the semester was over.  However, that was right before the war and after it was over, she ended up transferring to her private all girls school in order to stay closer to her Olympus project.

245.  Absolutely loves candles and always has at least five on her nightstand.  It’s gotten her in trouble several times because they’re “fire hazards” and “against the rules.”  So, they keep getting confiscated, but Annabeth’ll just buy more.  Eventually, the other person just decides it’s not worth the fight anymore and Annabeth gets to keep them.

246.  She’s never had her picture made with Santa Claus.  Her dad was always too busy to take her to the malls where he was, and then she found out that he wasn’t real.  Then, the idea of sitting on some stranger’s lap just kind of freaked her out.

247.  In one of her art classes, Annabeth made a clay nightlight that was made to look like an old time lamp post.  Every Christmas, her dad puts it up on the mantle even though it tilts sideways a little.  She gets a little embarrassed when she looks at it, but it also makes her feel like maybe her dad is just a little proud of her.

248.  It’s a bigger deal for someone to tell Annabeth that they’re proud of her than that they love her.  She gets really flustered and acts really shy, but she loves it.

249.  She can’t throw food up and catch it in her mouth.

250.  Her favorite kind of weather is when it’s cloudy and a little bit rainy.  Not enough to be annoying, but just enough for it to be cold and that you can barely feel the rain.  She loves being able to curl up on those days with a cup of hot chocolate, a blanket, and alternate the day sleeping and working on projects.

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Protecting Their Own (Riverdale CrewxReader)

This fic deals with emotional and physical abuse, so if you're suffering from that, just know that you have the power to stop it. Make sure to tell someone so they can help. Ily guys💕

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Your heels clicked as you walked into Pop's Chock-Lit Shop, searching for your favorite mystery in all of Riverdale: Jughead Jones. You've been friends since birth, your father being best friends with his father. They were both Serpents, so you and Jughead saw each other often. He was more than just a regular friend, he was your brother. Until 2 years ago. After your father died, your Socialite mother decided that Riverdale wasn't a good environment for you. In her words, "A small town like that is an embarrassment for any daughter of mine." So, she made you pack up and move to England with her, attending a stuffy private school. To say you didn't like your mom was an understatement. She left your father after you were born and ran off with some rich old dude that already died, so she was left with all the money. And, to make matters worse, she ripped you from your home and made you move in with her, then verbally abused you ever since you got there. But now, you were back. Your mom decided you were a hopeless case and sent you packing, the best decision she's ever made. You practically bolted to the airport, crying tears of joy on the plane ride. When you got off, you took a good look in the mirror and smiled softly. In the past two years, you've gained a figure, changed your hairstyle, and adopted a British accent. You were no longer the girl with glasses and bad acne. After throwing your bags in your car, the one you left hidden before you left, you started to drive around in your search for Jughead, which is how you ended up in Pop's. You used to work here before you moved. Pop Tate's face lit up as soon as you walked through the door. "Is that who I think it is?" You giggled. "I'm back!" "Y/N!" Pop pulled you into a hug. When he pulled away, he spun you around. "Look at you! What happened to the Converse and the leather jacket?" "Ugh, believe me, I'm changing right back into that later. In England, my mother always made me wear heels until my feet gave out and dresses until I couldn't breathe anymore. I couldn't even eat what I wanted! I'd kill for a burger right now." "Anything for my Y/N. Thinkin' about workin' here again?" "Is my job still available?" "It always has been. I expect you here after school on Monday. But for now, settle down and I'll have a burger with fries and a milkshake ready in no time." You beamed. "Thanks, Pop!" "You got it. And love the accent, by the way." Laughing, you look around until you see a familiar beanie in one of the booths, the only person in the entire diner. Pulling down the sleeves of your long-sleeved dress, you walk over to where Jughead has his back to you and headphones in his ears, typing away on his laptop. You lightly tapped his shoulder. He took out his headphones and looked to you. "One newly British best friend for a Juggie Jones?" He had a shocked expression on his face. "Y/N?" "That's me." He got up from the booth and engulfed you in a hug, spinning you around. "Holy shit, Y/N! You're back!" You laughed out loud. "Just got back today!" He set you down and placed his hands on your shoulders. "What happened? Did you run away? Escape your mom? Why are you dressed like this? What's with the accent? Are you okay? Are you saf-"

"Juggie! Calm down! The Wicked Bitch sent me packing. Apparently, I wasn't meeting her standards for a perfect daughter, which is fine by me! I haven't changed yet, so I'm wearing what she usually made me wear in England. She always said, 'The tighter the better'. And as for the accent, it's just something I've picked up in boarding school." He pulled you into a hug. "The tighter the better? Y/N, you look like you haven't eaten in forever." "I feel like I haven't eaten in forever. Pop Tate is already getting me some food, which I've been dying for." Jughead let you go and you both slid into the booth, sitting across from each other. He took your hand in his. "I haven't heard from you in forever. I thought I'd lost you." "You never lost me, Juggie. She took away my phone and reprogrammed it so I could only call her or any person I met in boarding school that 'met her standards'. It was barbaric." Pop Tate brought over your burger, fries, and milkshake. "It's on the house, Y/N. And if you don't mind closing up as I leave-" You smiled. "I got it, Pop." When he walked out, Jughead took one of your fries as you started devouring your burger. "Y/N, what she did to you is actual torture. You need to tell someone." "I'm telling you?" "I mean, you need to get her arrested. Do you have any proof that she abused you?" You pulled out your phone, which you reprogrammed so you could now call anyone. "I have these messages she sent me. They were...verbally abusive. It won't be enough to prove anything, though. Honestly, Jug, I just want to forget England ever happened. It's fine, we don't need to fight my mothe-" "Y/N, what's that?" He pulled up your sleeve to reveal scars on your wrist. "Juggie-" "What. Is. That?" He pulled up the sleeve on your other arm to reveal more scars. You feel your face start to get hot. "Juggie, please-" "Did she do this?" He was trying unsuccessfully to stay calm. You feel tears forming in your eyes as you mutter out, "Yes." That one word set him off. He grabbed his jacket and he stormed out. "Jughead, wait!" You run out of the diner, anxiety kicking in. You catch up to Jughead opening the door to a truck and slam the door before he could climb in. You snatch the key out of his hand. "JUGHEAD JONES, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!" "How'd she give you those scars, Y/N? HOW?" You felt tears falling on your face. "I tried to escape, okay?! I tried almost every trick in the book just to get back to you and Betty and Archie! But you know what she did? She found out every fucking time! Finally, she started chaining me to the bed! She would sedate me just to shut me up! That's why I have these scars! I also have scars on my stomach from when she hit me with a belt for getting second place in a goddamn beauty pageant! SECOND FUCKING PLACE! I don't want to face her again, Jughead! I WON'T!" At this point, you were sobbing into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you and wasn't about to let go. A few moments later, he pulled you away and took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears. "We're going to fix this. She's going to pay, because you didn't deserve anything she did to you. You're my best friend and I love you, and I'm going to protect you. She's not gonna hurt you anymore." Without hesitation, you threw your arms around him. In this moment, right now, you've never felt safer. After a few seconds, he pulls away. "Let me go grab my laptop and lock up and I'll drive you someplace." You nod, climbing into the car as he runs back into the diner. After a few minutes, he comes back with his laptop and your milkshake and locks up the place. He hands you the shake as he starts the car and takes off.

"Juggie, where are we going?" "There are a few people you have to see." He parks in front of the Andrews' house and opens the car door for you. You leave the empty milkshake glass in the car and step out, holding onto him as he leads you to the front door. Without even having to knock, the door flings open, Archie on the other side. "Y/N!" "Archie!" He engulfs you in a hug, bringing you close to his chest. You immediately notice how buff he's gotten, and how grown up he looks. He pulls away and leads you both inside. "Jughead told us everything, and we're all here to help." "All?" The boys lead you into the living room and you audibly gasp. In the short time it took to drive over here, Jughead and Archie had managed to gather their dads, Betty, Polly (who was now pregnant?), her parents, Kevin, Sheriff Keller, Josie, Valerie, Melody, Mayor McCoy, Cheryl, a raven-haired girl you've never met before, and a woman who you guessed was her mom. "Y/N!" Everyone who was there gave you a hug. You put your hand on Polly's stomach to feel the baby-or babies-kick and you congratulated her. You found out about Jason and told Cheryl how sorry you were. After greeting FP, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You whipped around to see the raven-haired girl behind you. "Hi, I'm Veronica Lodge," she said, shaking your hand. "My mom and I moved here not too long ago." Her mom stood next to her and shook your hand as well. "Hermione Lodge. It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Everyone doesn't stop talking about you."

You smiled. "It's nice to meet you both." Archie walked up to Veronica and put an arm around her. "Ronnie, Y/N is the girl I was telling you about. My friend since we were in diapers." "Hopefully you have plenty of embarrassing stories about him." You laughed. "Believe me, I do." "Okay, everyone," Mayor McCoy announces. "Let's all settle down now." Everyone took a seat, you sitting between Cheryl and Josie. You notice Betty cuddling up to Jughead and you smile. You've been wanting those two to get together for the longest! Sheriff Keller and Mayor McCoy stood up in front of everyone. Mayor McCoy clears her throat. "Y/N L/N has been the heart and soul of Riverdale for as long as I can remember. She's managed to charm everyone she meets, she's contributed to this town in a way no one else has, and she has been a top student throughout her life." You smile as she says this, resting your head on Cheryl's shoulder. "But she is the daughter of a Southside Serpent and the women who attempted to ruin Riverdale's reputation. That could cause people to gravitate away from her, but it never does. Why? Because she has a kind heart. And while we've learned that the Serpents are not to be judged, especially not her father, may he rest in peace, her mother is still a problem. Sheriff Keller?" He steps forward. "Amelia L/N has been an enemy of Riverdale for a long time, but none of us had ever thought she was capable of this type of abuse. She took away one of our best and hurt her in ways that are unthinkable." Josie grabs your hand as he says this, while Cheryl wipes away a few stray tears from your face. "Amelia used to be one of us before she turned against us. And while I'm only in charge of crimes within the town, I will be the first to fight for justice. Y/N, we are all gathered here today for you. Kevin and I will personally go to England, if we have to. Your mom won't be a problem anymore." The rest of the parents-Fred Andrews, Hermione Lodge, Alice Cooper, Hal Cooper, and FP Jones- all got up and stood next to Mayor McCoy and Sheriff Keller. "We are all here to protect you kids," Fred says. "And Y/N, Y/N is one of ours." "Y/N, I've known your dad for a very long time," FP says. "I've watched you grow up. And I'll fight for justice however long it takes." Hal held Alice's hand as she spoke. "Y/N, you've been so good to Betty and Polly. The past two years have felt so empty without you in our home. I've despised Amelia for years now, and I'll stop at nothing to see her in a jail cell." Hermione spoke last. "Y/N, I've been talking to everyone, and we've come to the decision that, instead of going back to your father's trailer, you come stay with me and Veronica. We have plenty of room." "I can lend you my clothes and help you catch up with current events," Veronica adds. "What do you say?" You stood up, looking around the room. Finally, you spoke, switching back to your American accent. "I'm in." Everyone cheered and you hugged Veronica. "I have a feeling we're going to be good friends."

She beamed. "Me too." That night, you walked out of Archie's house with Veronica, Betty, Jughead, Archie, Kevin, Cheryl, Josie, Valerie, and Melody. "I've missed you guys," you say to them. "We've missed you too." And with that, you all parted with your parents to your houses, yours now being the Pembrooke. When you finally got there, their butler, Smithers, took your bags and went inside with Veronica and Hermione. "Coming, Miss L/N?" "In a minute." When you were finally alone, you held up the leather jacket FP handed you before you left. "Serpents protect their own." Smiling, you pulled it on and looked at the stars. "Goodbye, daddy," you mutter. "I'll tell your story." You finally walked into the Pembrooke, ready to start your new life.

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Roy Harper-Todd // Sunday Surprise

facts + info about the ONE, the ONLY roy harper-todd.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Roy William Harper-Todd

Nickname: Roy Boy

Reason for name: It happened in high school and Roy refers to himself as it sometimes and it caught on w/ a few people

Birthday: November 1st

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Place of birth: Window Rock, AZ

Places lived since: Star City, CA

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Roy Harper Sr. ( Park Ranger, deceased ). Mary Harper Cordelia Warren ( Double Agent, deceased ). Brave Bow ( Navajo Chief, deceased ). Oliver Queen ( Businessman. Green Arrow. Alive ).

Number of siblings: 2 ( Mia Dearden & Connor Hawke )

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): He was very close to his birth father until he died when Roy was five. Roy never knew his mother until she appeared months ago only to shoot him. He was also extremely close to Brave Bow up until his death 3 years ago. His relationship with the ‘Arrow Fam’ is extremely estranged but they’re working on it.

Happiest memory: Roy’s dad letting him wear his park ranger hat on ‘bring your child to work day’

Childhood trauma: His father dying while saving the Navajo tribe from a fire

Children of his/her own?: Not yet.

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: 

Age he/she gave birth/became a father:

PHYSICAL

Height: 5′11

Weight: 195 lbs.

Build: Extremely muscular, mostly in his arms because of archery

Nationality: American

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): none

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): He’s got pretty light skin, though there are several tan lines all over his body. A few freckles splattered on his face

Face shape: Oval 

Distinguishing facial features: strong jawline

Hair color: RED

Usual hair style: IMAGE. He typically prefers to grow it out super long up until Jason makes him cut it.

Eye color: Green

Glasses? Contacts?: neither

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Muscle tanks, jeans, & his blue hat for his casual wear. He’ll dress up for work at CBI and for formal events

Typical style of shoes: flip flops are always his go to

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Now it’s getting better. He used to have a shitty immune system while hooked on drugs but it seemed to work back up over the months.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): he doesn’t shower daily, but a couple times a week. doesn’t cut his hair until jason forces him. he does wear cologne. 

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: THESE are on both his arms. THIS is on his left rib with Jason’s initials signed under it. He also has JHT on his left wrist.

Accent?: American

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): He is always running a hand through his hair, regardless of when it’s short or long. It’s a nervous habit but he also just does it sometimes.

Athletic?: Extremely so. He goes to the gym at least four times a week.

INTELLECT

Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): Dropped out of high school during his senior year to become Speedy. Though he had great grades in all his classes.

Level of self esteem: Roy likes to think he’s confident, but he does get put into instances where he doesn’t feel like it. On average it’s about a 7/10.

Gifts/talents: AMAZING at archery-- like one of the best ok I can’t stress enough how good he is at what he does. Also A1 at cooking & fixing up houses. 

Shortcomings: the only movies he’s seen start to finish are the Indiana Jones movies & spin offs. Everything else he has fallen asleep during at some point.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): He mumbles a lot and sometimes talks fast-- seems almost jittery. 

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: right brain. he is definitely a visual person and uses non-verbal cues when figuring out how to comfort or approach someone. roy is all about body language.

Artistic?: he can barely draw a stick figure tbh

Mathematical?: sort of? he knows enough to make all his trick arrows and other inventions but he’s not going crazy.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: EMOTIONS. 

Neuroses: none

Life philosophy: “To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Religious stance: nothing was ever really pressed upon him. Though he does have a lot of knowledge on the Navajo religion & how they express it due to his time when he lived on the reservation.  

Cautious or daring?: Daring to himself, cautious for those he loves.

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: he’s really sensitive about Jason. like if anyone brings him up you can either make roy go so soft but if you threaten jason, you’ll see roy’s ugly side.

Optimist or pessimist?: Little bit of both. He can be either depending on the people he’s with. He can counter anyone’s pessimism with optimism and vice versa. 

Extrovert or introvert?: happily on the middle

Level of comfort with technology: i’m gonna say 9/10. considering if he can’t hack into a system he just hits it and somehow it works.

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: MARRIED AF

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Past relationships: He’s had plenty flings in high school--- he dated a blonde detective for three years up until about 10 months ago.

Primary reason for being broken up with: He’s only had one serious relationship before Jason and he was the one to break that off.

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Roy left for Bolivia for three months so he called things off with the girl.

Level of sexual experience: Uhm.... a lot. Every day. rip

Story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): He was probably 15 years old and took a girl to their sophomore homecoming dance and awe yeah cute nervous Roy.

Story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): Senior year. Back of the truck he STILL HAS TO THIS DAY.

A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Roy used to have a wide circle of friends. He still does but he doesn’t hang out with them too often. But if anyone ever needs a favor, Roy is there ASAP

Most comfortable around (person): Jason Peter Harper-Todd

Oldest friend: Dick Grayson

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: As some goofy, ex-junkie who doesn’t know shit about shit and that he’s only good at shooting arrows.

How do others actually perceive him/her?: That this babe is hot af & smart af. he’s so good w/ mechanics & most technology. expert marksman. NEVER MISSES. he’s so funny and loyal and a gr10 person to have on your side

VOCATION

Profession: Head of Youth Cases at CBI ( Central Bureau of Intelligence )

Past occupations: Oliver Queen’s side kick

Passions: Archery, fixing cars, singing, loving Jason

Attitude towards current job: it gets him money tbh that’s all he wants

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: Vasquez is literally always pregnant. Smith never shows up. Carter sweats too much. Gomez is alright. and Quinzel is pretty nice. His boss, Sarge Steel, has been flirting with him since he took over and Roy’s awkward af

Salary: $ 125,345 a year

SECRETS

Phobias:  MONOPHOBIA-  an acute fear of being alone and having to cope without a specific person, or perhaps any person, in close proximity. This 'closeness' might mean in the same house or flat or even in the same room.

Life goals: To have a happy family in a big house with a huge yard for everyone to play in.

Dreams: That he can be half as good a man and father as his dad was.

Greatest fears: Falling back into a spiral and resorting to drugs

Most ashamed of: His history of drug usage

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: He was testing a grapple hook arrow and fell flat on his face.

Obsessions: indiana jones & stir fry

Secret hobbies: he can sing karaoke real fckn good LOOK

Secret skills: singing tbh. also lowkey a tech nerd and can hack p well

Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): Dealing drugs, caught several times.. He’s gotten a lil too involved w/ foreign affairs but never caught.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: He wants to not have his boring desk job and really wants to go out as Arsenal again.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: Roy’s highkey full of himself so nothing oop

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily routine: Get up, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to work, go to the gym?, come home, cuddle w/ jay, eat dinner, more cuddles, bed time.

Night owl or early bird?: neither. roy thrives in the afternoon. he sleeps late & goes to bed early

Light or heavy sleeper?: HEAVY. he sleeps through anything & everything

Favorite food: Anything w/ eggs in spite of Jason

Least favorite food: broccoli. especially uncooked.

Favorite book: The Scott Pilgrim series

Least favorite book: he hasn’t read anything besides Scott Pilgrim so idek

Favorite movie: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Least favorite movie: he doesn’t rlly have one

Favorite song: El Scorcho- Weezer

Least favorite song: Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Coffee or tea?: ENERGY DRINKS

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: smooth

Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): 1963 red Chevy Stepside

Lefty or righty?: righty

Favorite color: RED

Cusser?: oh yeah

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: ex-smoker/drug user

Biggest regret: Not admitting his feelings sooner

Pets?: two pups; Scooby & Atticus

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #91

“does he love you the way that i do?”

would you rather have stars in the sky or the moon? moon do you ever stop and appreciate little things?  all the time. what is the worst natural disaster you’ve experienced firsthand? hurricanes do you cuddle with your pet (if you have one)?  yeah! you are completely alone with your favorite celebrity/person/whoever. what do you do?  just talk to him about stuff. if you had the power to instantly transform someone’s life (for the better), who would you choose to use this on?  off the top of my head, my mom. if a family member (or boyfriend/girlfriend, if you have one) happened to be infected by a zombie, how would you go about dealing with that situation? i'm a merciful person that doesn't want to see someone suffer. i'd kill them in the quickest way possible. if you were paralyzed from the neck down, would you still want to continue living? why or why not?  absolutely fucking not because that's just awful. has any medication you’ve taken ever made you sick? how so?  yeah. the mood stabilizer i'm on now, latuda, sometimes makes me so nauseous that i actually do get sick. did you ever listen to avril lavigne when you were younger?  dude she was like my crush full homo. i loved her. did you ever buy "now that’s what i call music" cds?  as a kid, my older sister did do you like turkey or ham more? ham. do you like rihanna? no. have you ever become good friends with someone you never met in person? most of my closest friends i've ever had i met online. what do you consider your default mood to be?  content have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty?  once. disgusting. favorite undertale character?  uhhh. asriel is honestly really cool. but i also love sans and papyrus. what do you think about lizards?  SO CUTE is there a certain place or store you especially hate going to?  walmart. the flourescent lighting makes me yawn. do you like any cover songs? which ones if you have any favorites?  sure. i love "hurt" by johnny cash, "another brick in the wall" by korn, "whiskey in the jar" by metallica... if you’re old enough, do you go clubbing on the weekends or not?  i've never been to a club. don't want to. what is/was your best subjects in school? science. have you ever gambled and won? i don't gamble. do you ever count the presents you're getting for birthdays or holidays? no! that's awful! be grateful for whatever you were given! do you have your ears pierced? twice in each earlobe. are you easily offended? sometimes. what is the best prank you have ever pulled?  i don't pull pranks. when you’re in a relationship, do you tend to be very physical? no. have you ever ended up dating someone you initially disliked? no. do you wear a lot of yellow? no. i don't like yellow. do you and your siblings actually look alike?  yeah. have you ever suffered from chronically bad acne? no. if you could own anyone’s autograph, and not be allowed to sell it, who would you choose?  mark fischbach's *heart eyes* how many dogs have you had, and do you remember all their names?  oh god. trigger, angel, harley, delilah, teddy, cali, bentley. how do you feel about snakes? i absolutely adore snakes. how many cats have you owned and can you remember their names? we have, without a doubt, had about 50 cats. there's no way i could remember all of them. were you sick a lot as a child? what illnesses plagued you the most? no. i like... never get sick. do you have any sinister or morbid tattoos? no, but i do have some pretty dark ones planned. do you feel that you are better than most humans? i mean some, sure, in regards to being better in temperment. i don't believe any human is ultimately "better" than the other, though, in essence. what is your favorite type of meat to eat? chicken or pork. have you ever dated a red-head? no. what do you call small children? (children, kids, tots, etc.)  kids how old were you when you took driver’s ed?  16 have you ever pet-sat for someone? yeah. what’s one theme song you will NEVER skip?  the one to "deadman wonderland" what’s something that gets much more hate than it deserves?  nickelback. like shut up, you like at least one of their songs lol what show/movie never gets old for you? the shrek series lol are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? not anymore are you happier now or three months ago? now! how old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? i don't want kids. do you think you’ll be married in ten years? probably? what do you miss most about your ex? my most recent ex, all the things we had in common, i guess. my "main" ex, i miss a lot of things about him, but more than anything, i miss him actually being a caring person. are you attracted to the last person that kissed you? no. how long have you liked the person you like? since late 2011. are you one of those people who are always cold? people usually tell me my skin is freezing, but i'm typically very hot. if you won a trip to a nude beach would you go or give the trip away? i'd definitely give it away. tongue piercings - cute or trashy? i honestly find them cute. when it comes to jeans: skinny, flared or boot cut? skinny would you rather be a star ballerina or a star break dancer? ballerina. ballet is beautiful. honestly - can you say that looks don’t matter at ALL? you can't tell me with a straight face that they don't matter at all. i’ve got to know, who do you prefer: mario or luigi? luigi! yes or no: techno music? no. yes or no: pigtails? cute mostly on kids. how old were you when you had your first boyfriend/girlfriend? i was about to turn 16, if you mean my first "serious" boyfriend. i don't remember what age i was when i started "dating" aaron, but i was in the 7th grade. is your home town nice? noooo do you believe in love at first sight? explain. hell no. you can't just look at someone and automatically "love" them. do you currently have any medicine in your bag / purse / etc? if so, what kind? yes, my adivan. what do you like on your pasta / noodles? sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.? sauce ultimately, do you believe nature controls man or that man controls nature? explain. both. do you think it’s wrong to put yourself before others? in what sort of situations? it strictly depends on the situation in school, are / were you ever reluctant to ask questions? what about to answer questions? for what reasons? yes, but i was worse at asking questions. i was and still am shy. are you weary of displaying signs of affection for your significant other around adults? why or why not? no, when i do have a s.o. there's no shame in expressing love. have you ever had red velvet cake or carrot cake? have you ever made either of those? i've had both, but never made either. what is your favorite take out food to get? what do you usually order? bojangle's, and it's called a chicken supreme dinner. if I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? i REALLY wanna go to a metallica concert. what color looks best on you? black name three facts about your family. uhhh. we're german, irish, and polish; our surname is scottish; and we live all over the country. if you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you? gender yes, appearance, it'd be cool to select a few features if you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral? "took it like a woman" by alice cooper favorite holiday dish? spiral ham would you ever get into a long distance relationship? i honestly don't think i could. favorite kind of soup?  vegetable soup. the best was surprisingly from my elementary school. what’s your favorite hot beverage? hot chocolate. for your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?  red velvet did you ever play an instrument? if so, what? i played flute for years, and i shortly played around with guitar. best i could do was probably the intro to "crazy train" would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? carve pumpkins favorite kind of candy? reese's if you're including chocolate, sour punch straws if not. what’s a movie you cried while watching?  "the notebook" destroyed me how old were you when you had your first kiss? 16 would you rather have hair that changes color with emotion or get injured each time you’re touched by the person you love? hair that changes color with emotion, obviously. do you have a laptop? yes, but mine's currently broken. i've been using mom's. have you ever been the object of someones affection, when they were ‘taken’?  yeah. does it bother you when people lie to spare you ‘heartache’?  it depends. have you ever had a black eye?  no. would you sacrifice your dreams, to help someone else reach theirs?  no, i wouldn't. ever wished you were alive when there were dinosaurs? lmao no?? do you believe we “live and learn”? depends on if you want to learn. what is on your wrists right now? nothing on the left, my tattoo on the right. reason for the last tear shed?  i was fighting with my mom. have you ever been called a babe or baby?  yes, and i don't like it. name one person you wish you could fix things with? if i could only pick one person, jason. but i also really really wish my old best friend megan and i could be friends again. if you’re single, then why don’t you get a girlfriend/boyfriend?  because you don't simply "get" a boyfriend?? are you and the last person you kissed in a relationship or just friends? we're not even friends anymore what was the worst night of your life, or the night you have been scared the most? the night jason broke up with me. what three places in the world do you want to travel to? south africa, germany, aaaand... australia, maybe? are you allergic to cats? no have you ever babysat?  once what’s your second favorite color? pink do you refuse to use public toilets?  i avoid them as best i possibly can. how do you feel about golden oreos? never tried, don't want to, because i know i'll hate them. favorite cheese? i only like american. favorite lunch meat?  salami what's the strangest animal you've had for a pet? rats are you more annoyed when decorations are up two months prior to a holiday or still up two months after a holiday? hmmm. prior, maybe. what’s the strangest art piece you’ve come across?  i've heard of one where a woman vomits onto a canvas in abstract designs. and they actually sell. fucking gross. can you legally drive? not without someone who's had their license for seven years. do you know any songs that are older than you are? most of the songs i enjoy are older than me lol are you comfortable sharing drinks with your friends? not really. what season were you born in?  winter have your parents ever questioned your virginity?  yes. what pizza place do you usually order from? domino's, my favorite. if we want something quick though, little ceasar's. do you have a least favorite color? what is it?  brown, puke green do you find graveyards scary?  no. do you swear a lot? yes. do you know if you were born in the am or pm? am do you sit on the mattresses in furniture stores?  ha ha yeah have you ever read the bill of rights/declaration of independence?  we had to memorize the bill of rights in high school. have your parents ever thought you were gay? what happened? no. my old therapist thought i was though once. she was awful. what do you normally order when you go to subway? turkey, bacon, american cheese, pickles, jalapenos, banana peppers, chipotle... and i feel like i'm forgetting something. are you comfortable talking to both your parents about sex and boys? just vaguely with my mom. what is your idea of “too big” when it comes to weight? when you can no longer properly function. how about “too thin”?  once your bones are clearly visible. have you ever experienced an overly clinging boy-/girlfriend? yeah. partially why we only dated for two weeks. have you ever decided that you like/dislike someone based on their survey answers? i wouldn't say entirely. but i'll sometimes get a bad idea about some people. a bloodied, possibly wounded man is on the side of the road: do you stop to see if you can assist him, or do you drive past? i'd call 911. i wouldn't help because who knows if he's dangerous. what’s the ultimate cake topping?  chocolate have you ever walked into a wall?  more like ran ha ha can you name all 50 american states?  no. have you ever needed stitches? yeah. when i passed out onto the floor on my chin. have you ever been in a submarine?  no. do you believe there used to be dragons?  no. who’s your favorite god from ancient history? 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VERY do you have gluten intolerance or anyone who does?  i don't, but my cousin does. do you trust the media?  HA what kind of cookies are your favorite? chocolate chip do animals have souls? yeah. are you easily embarrassed? YES how well do you handle your alcohol?  apparently extremely well. i've never been smashed, despite drinking a moderate amount. how can people tell if you're drunk?  i'm talkative and kinda loud. tell me about the best pet you ever had: the dog i currently have now, teddy<3 are any of your siblings married? ashley, yes. who was the last person to spend the night with you at your house?  chelsea. that was fun. who was your date to senior prom? jason. does your dad smoke?  yes. he's getting better about it, though. is your mom over 50?  yes. who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? i'd tell my mom first. that or i'd tell nobody because it's not really anyone's business. do you have a debit card? no. why did you stop working at the last place you were employed? i was getting so anxious that i was puking. do you have freckles? no. what would you do if you found out your ex was pregnant/fathered a child? tyler, wouldn't care, jason... i'd feel weird. do you think the drinking age in america should be lowered to 18?  no. what is the nearest big city to you? raleigh. do you think what bill clinton did was wrong? ... obviously? have you ever run away? yeah. what is your favorite holiday?  halloween. how often are you online?  like... all the time. what are you obsessed with? mark fischbach, link neal & rhett mclaughlin, meerkats, "silent hill"... backstreet boys or nsync?  backstreet boys. what is your favorite disney movie? "the lion king" who did you last go bowling with?  colleen, bradley, girt. do you have any pets?  three great dogs, one lovely snake. who do you look like in your family? vaguely like my sisters, and an equal amount of people say i look like my mom or dad. could you ever believe in assisted suicide? no. have your parents ever put one of your pets to sleep? we had to. he had spleen cancer and was dying. have you ever been hunting? no. what oceans have you swam in? atlantic. are you ugly? i feel like i am, mostly because of my weight. what was your favorite park ride as a child? the carousel gnr or aerosmith?  ohhh. hmmm... i think aerosmith, but i love gnr too. could you pull off red hair? i have red hair now and it looks great. do you know any guys with their nipples pierced?  i think so. favorite beatles song? "hey, jude" have you ever seen a tornado? no. have you ever felt an earthquake? no. do you eat apples with the skin on or skin off? skin on. what is the first thing you do when you get on the computer?  open youtube what do you mainly watch on youtube?  let's plays do you sing in the shower? no. are you the competitive type? not at all. have you ever stolen someone's boyfriend/girlfriend?   unintentionally would you ever consider being a scientist?   no. are you scared of cancer?   who isn't? do you want to get married?  yeah. how many bisexual friends do you have?   two, off the top of my head. would you get married four times?  well first of all, i'm against divorce unless you're in an abusive/neglectful/overall horrible situation, so. are you good at chemistry?   no. do you have online friends?   yep. do you like your handwriting?   i do. have you ever been called emo?   yeah. describe your favorite shoes:   i have this pair of slip-ons that is a black cat design with sunglasses lol do you like zombie movies?   no opinion. have you ever volunteered in a hospital? if not, would you ever want to?  no to both. have you ever had to give a pet away?  yes. what kind of wild animals do you see most frequently where you live?  squirrels, i gues?  besides birds? if a stranger went in your room, would they be able to tell what gender you are from just looking at it?   no.  i actually think a lot of people would think i was a guy.  well... that is if you exclude my huge meerkat display lmao does the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer repulse you?   yes to all. do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth?  inside.  i feel safer. do you own a nightgown?  no. have you ever made a tent out of sheets in your bedroom?   ha ha yeah. have you ever had sex or something like it?   something like it, yeah, but not actual sex. have you ever worn fishnets?  fishnet gloves, yes. do you always wear your seat belt?  always. is there ice cream in your freezer?   i wish. does your bathroom have a window?   a small one. do you go somewhere to get your eyebrows done?  yes.  a family friend's salon. do you have a fish tank?   no. if you found out you couldn’t have kids, would you adopt?   finding out i couldn't have kids would honestly be relieving.  i don't want kids, so i obviously wouldn't adopt, either. do bunnies roam around your backyard at night?   yes, actually.

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