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allthingsarmin · 3 years ago

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fckboy armin? + degredation is always a good combination <3

I was so excited to write this dose of Armin brainrot, omg 😩

If it’s alright with you, anon, I did this request in more of a headcanon format, but the ending is more of a fanfiction format. I’m also sorry I took so long to write this omg.

MINORS DNI!

Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader

TW: Mentions of NSFW topics + degradation, mean!armin, manipulation, fuckboy topics

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin whose style resembles that of the horny, manipulative, ghost-y men on campus yet is just too hot for you to handle. The way he wears dark silver rings on his left thumb, middle, and pointer fingers that accentuate his slender, pale fingers and clean-cut nails. The way the small, dark tattoos on his knuckles, right forearm, and collarbone add an aura of mystery and aggression to his being that just exudes sex. The way he wears a gold chain necklace with distressed jeans and a plain t-shirt that’s just a little too tight and shows off his pecks. Or the way he wears long black joggers and an oversized long-sleeve black shirt that makes him look taller. The way he doesn’t wear his mask correctly, always hanging on one of his ears which compliment his stud earrings and devilish smirk. The way he is broke because he’s always spending money on the newest, trendy shoes. The way he always uses way too much cologne… One look at him, and you can sense his ‘asshole attitude,’ but you can’t deny it makes your lower regions pulsate.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who’s body is so perfectly sculpted and toned that it leaves you thinking dirty thoughts in class. The way he sits in class with his sleeves rolled up, laying back relaxed in the chair, right leg bouncing out of boredom as his hard cock becomes noticeable in his grey sweatpants makes you want to run to your dorm and touch yourself. The way his abs call out to you to graze your fingertips against them when he lifts his shirt up to wipe away the sweat after walking home from the gym. The way his beautifully slender fingers hold his phone or push his hair back when he’s frustrated makes you think about how good they would feel inside you. The way his accentuated collarbone peaks through his thin t-shirts, allowing you to see the hickeys and imprints of love bites from god knows how many women makes you jealous. The way his skin is so pale and so soft that his blonde leg hair becomes barely noticeable. The way his golden hair brings out a plethora of the shades of blue in his eyes, and oh how his haircut suits him perfectly, shaping his jawline very well. How his beautiful blue eyes dangerously lure you into him, the soft but manipulative stares he gives you. How he can’t seem to maintain eye contact with you for more than three seconds because he looks at your breasts. The sinister yet sexy smiles he has plastered upon his face when talking with his friends about ‘some other whore’ he fucked the other day… Armin is attractive, and he knows he is attractive. Though you hate how arrogant his looks have made him, his suggestive stares and lip bites from such a handsome man make your heart flutter and mind only focused on one thing.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who is always posting thirst traps on instagram. You know… The pictures with the squinted eyes and the bitten lower bottom lip, either showing off his money or new shoes, pictures beside a nice car, suggestive pictures with the new girls he’s been fucking recently, biting his chain necklaces because he thinks it’s sexy. Only follows ‘successful’ men and offensive meme accounts but mostly follows half-naked women and supermodels. Leaves nasty comments on ugly womens’ pictures, calling them whores while he’s in hot girls’ DMs sending unsolicited dick pics and asking for nudes. Has thousands of followers, mostly from the party girls and rude men who go to his college. Won’t let you tag him in a photo unless he ‘looks hot.’

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who takes slutty gym pictures with his shirt off, abs out, shorts low enough to see his V line, hands in his hair, and a wink. Sends it to every girl in his snapchat contacts and posts it on his story with the ‘slide up’ text.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who hits you with the “you up?” at 2am on snapchat after ghosting you for two months. Tells you how much he misses your lewd moans and sloppy cunt, and then after pressuring you to give him nudes, he saves them and then doesn’t talk to you for at least a week.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who is so intelligent and dangerously manipulative. Who is so smart that he doesn’t need or want to pay attention in class, who convinces you to let him keep the nudes you sent him on snapchat, who reels you right back in when you try to move on from him.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who was nice to you at first, befriending you when you looked so alone, shy, and innocent, who only chose you because you looked so easy to take advantage of when he finally closes in on you.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who says he doesn’t want ‘any of that relationship stuff’ because all of his exes were crazy and that he only wants to date hot chicks.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who only texts you at ungodly hours during the weekdays and plays games like ‘20 questions’ with you so he can ask you if you’re either a virgin or a whore, if you like oral, if you’ve thought about him in dirty ways before… or truth or dare, asking you if you if you want to be his slut or daring you to send him lewd pictures of yourself.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who takes every chance he can get to turn anything sexual: the way your skirt is just a little too short that makes him suddenly grab your upper thighs, the way you innocently lick your ice cream cone on a hot summer day - he tells you to put your tongue on his cock instead, how you put your hair up in a high ponytail just makes him want to pull on it and kiss the crook of your neck… it all leaves him clouded with dirty thoughts.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who calls you ‘babe’ and refers to you as his ‘girl’ even though he has a million bitches on the side.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who makes you feel like shit about yourself because he’s constantly sending you womens’ profiles on Instagram, saying you should look more like them and ‘get a nicer ass.’

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who becomes more controlling as your sexual relationship continues, basically forcing you to let him check your phone in case you're messaging other dudes and being naughty for men besides him but gets defensive when you want to see his phone.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who refuses to eat you out but expects you to praise his cock with your slutty mouth and wet tongue.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who doesn’t really care about your personal problems or pain, and whenever you tell him you’re hurting on the inside, he offers to let you come over to his house so that he can fuck you: “once my cock is inside you again, you’ll forget all about your sadness.”

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who doesn’t use condoms because he ‘can’t feel anything’ when he wears them, so he just assumes that you’re on birth control when he cums inside you.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who violates your privacy when he’s online gaming with his closest friends, Eren and Jean, as he tells them through the microphone about how tight and wet your pussy is and how much you enjoy being treated like a slut, your mouth full of his cock and pussy dripping with his cum… going as far as sending secretive videos he took of you to them where you’re whimpering and begging for Armin’s cock.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who pressures you to do risky things you don’t want to do, but you just can’t find the courage to say no to him when he stares at you with his intense blue eyes… like when he asks you to sit next to him in the back of the class then without your approval, sneaks his slender fingers into your panties and starts harshly playing with your clit. He devilishly smirks as you try to suppress your cries of disapproval. Or like when he convinces you to let him take videos of you when you’re in a position that exposes your slick cunt to him so well. Or even how he manipulates you into trying something new that you’ve never been comfortable with, like swallowing his thick cum, letting him put you in a full-nelson, maybe letting him choke you while he spits in your mouth.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who finally closes in on you, begging you to help him study for the upcoming test since he wasn’t paying attention in class because ‘you’re just so distracting’ to him, acting so smart and innocent and respectably in front of the teacher when Armin really knows that your slutty outfits and wet pussy says otherwise… so you excitedly go over to his dorm, thankful that finally it will be a normal get-together where you could actually find out more about Armin instead of finding out more about how he likes his cock sucked. Upon entering his dorm, it is apparent that he never planned on studying with you as his textbooks are nowhere to be found, and he is sitting on the couch half-naked with Netflix on the TV.

ᵔᴥᵔ “Oh hey, y/n, didn’t expect to see you here so soon,” he says nonchalantly. You unknowingly stare at his broad shoulders, his strong chest, and of course his V-line that is not hard to miss as he carelessly talks shit about his teachers. “See something you like?” arrogance seething from his teeth as he brushes back his blond hair. You don’t say anything as your face grows red. He takes your hand and leads you to the couch. “Come on, let’s watch something.”

ᵔᴥᵔ The sound of skin slapping drowns out the voices on the TV. You don’t even know how Armin managed to get you into this position again where you’re so submissive under him, giving into him yet again. He flips you over on your back, and he props himself up, looking over your figure that’s so pathetically displayed below him. You can see his angelic hair stick to his forehead as the sweat drips down his soft but sharp cheeks. The look in his eyes has gone dark, and his smile is sinister as if he was a predator about to devour a prey. He wickedly laughs as you grind your needy cunt against his hard cock. This is where he really gets mean.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin loves to degrade you like the whore you are, constantly reminding you just how easy you are to take advantage of, how easy you are to win over with just some dick, how easy it is to make your sloppy cunt squirt and tingle from multiple orgasms, how easy it is to make you whimper and beg for his thick cock to make a complete mess of your pussy.

ᵔᴥᵔ “You really didn’t think I invited you over just to study, did you?” he snickers as he cruelly and slowly thrusts into your aching cunt, making eye contact with you and grinning as your face turns red. He grabs your throat, choking you, and begins to thrust faster which pulls shaky moans from under your breath. He inches close to your ear and whispers, “you even came over here without wearing underwear under that short skirt of yours…” he switches to the other ear, “and when I started touching your dirty cunt during the movie, you were already so wet,” you shiver at his words. He pulls back and gives you a gentle slap with his left hand, his rings stinging your face, and uses his right hand to twist your perky nipples. He begins to laugh, “but I’m not surprised that a filthy slut like you - my filthy slut - would think of such impure thoughts during something as innocent as watching a movie.” Armin leans closer to your face again, still thrusting into you at a quick pace. His warm breath raises goosebumps on your skin. He harshly grabs your mouth and tells you to open, which you submissively comply with, and he spits into your mouth which causes you to whimper. He smacks the side of your thigh. “You like being treated like some depraved slut don’t you?” You don’t reply, but the fluttering in your tight pussy says otherwise. He flips you onto your stomach, your breasts mushing into the couch, and without warning, he forces his girthy cock into your tight pussy. He is thrusting into you at an ungodly pace, making you scream and moan incoherent words. “What’s my little slut saying? Use your words, baby,” he teases. At this point, you can only call out his name. “A-armin…” He begins to torturously thrust into that one spot, and within seconds, you're bucking your hips, intensely squirting onto his couch and leaving a sopping wet dark spot. “Fucking whore, gonna have to buy a new couch because you can’t control your filthy cunt,” he growls into your ear. He quickly flips you over onto your back again, wanting to see your face. Your face is contorted with such pleasure; your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, and your mouth is wide open with drool dripping down your jaw. Armin shudders, his cock getting even harder in your tight pussy. “So hot… such a lewd slut.” He immediately brings out his phone, taking a picture. “Want me to show my friends what a cock-hungry whore you are?” You quickly nod. “So fucking pathetic,” he snarls. “I’m going to destroy your cunt, slut.” He shoves his warm tongue in your mouth, gently grabbing the hair on your foggy head. “I’m gonna break you in so bad,” he mumbles, wiping the tears from your face.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who maybe in fact does want to have that ‘relationship shit’ with you ~

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mistahgrundy · 2 years ago

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non zombie horrors I watched recently:

Some movie about divers exploring a haunted house that’s under a lake for their youtube clicks. Imo it was a pretty cool concept and should have been a pretty nervewracking movie because you know, divers! also I love the idea of towns being flooded out to make lakes. There’s a LOT of mad made lakes in Texas (there’s a lake here that when its low a church steeple peaks out from the water). But it’s just not great... Real stupid end, too. a horror movie crime.

The Descent Part 2. The sequel takes a literal shit on the original movie. I’m using that word correctly, there’s a poopin’ scene. Poorly directed, inexplicably bright ass cave, you could barely see the monsters in the original but in this one they’re just like HEY HOW’S IT GOIN’ in every seen, floppy eared ass goblins. not worth watching. The ending was bonkers nonsensical. a real HA HA PSYCH for no reason that made no sense. it’s been a few days and I’m still mad.

I know I watched some other movies but I’m blanking on them now so they must have been forgettable. not good, not incensingly bad

I watched all of the tv show Evil. Pretty goofy!! But I kinda like it. I always enjoy that guy who played Ben on Lost, especially when he’s playing a little turd man. sorry to typecast you guy but... c’mon. I wouldn’t call this show good. I don’t know what I’d call it. Entertaining I guess.

I’m watching through the Jordan Peele Twilight Zone and it’s a real mixed bag but the not all men episode can suck my nutz. radfem nonsense. Duh duh all men are so terrible and have this evil inside themselves women are pure durh what are trans people we’re not even gonna touch on that (probably for the best, it probably would have been hella insulting no matter what). I like mr peele as a host tho, and I like his movies. I’ve only watched 3 eps, this one might just be an outlier clunker, I’ve been watching them at random. the original twilight zone had clunkers too. This one just felt like a rehash of the monsters are due on maple street

Also watched a ton of Black Mirror. We cancelled our Netflix so I’m binging a bunch of stuff before it goes out in a week. Black Mirror’s pretty neat, it turns out. I hadn’t watched any of it before. it’s got like its own little universe, I had no idea. Black Museum is my fav episode so far I think.

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magnificent-nerd · 3 years ago

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Why Naqib in The Boys sucked

Image description: fictional character Naqib in Amazon Prime’s show The Boys.

(Is the fire in the background an excuse to use racist Yellow Filter to show how exotic he is? Hmm.)

I first posted this on my blog in Dec 2020, and since nothing in superhero media has changed for the better at this time (September 5th, 2021), I’m going to keep talking about it.

Because nobody else does. So, without further ado:

WHY NAQIB SUCKS.

I was a big fan of The Boys season 1; I love superheroes, I love deconstructing a genre. Sure, it has its problems, but overall I enjoyed season 1 and thought the show had potential.

(That’ll learn me for being hopeful!)

When season 1 ended with this big build up of mostly nameless brown and background characters as Muslim terrorists (deep sigh) we the audience are left thinking this one Muslim character (Naqib) whose superpower is to blow himself up repeatedly (insert another long deep sigh here) is going to be The Big Bad of season 2.

I had my misgivings about that direction. Firstly, as you can see from the image of Naqib, he is highly exoticised and is walking around bare chested with Arabic writing on his chest. He looks more like a generic western media depiction of a genie than he does a supervillain.

And yet he's the first prominent Muslim character in superhero media I've seen in YEARS.

(See my post about MENA and Muslim character good guys, including Joe played by Marwan Kenzari in The Old Guard, which is technically a comic book movie but it’s not what I’d call ‘caped and costumed’ superheroes so it’s more... superhero adjacent.)

I follow superhero content closely and as far as I'm aware the last time we saw any named Muslim characters in superhero movies WITH SPEAKING LINES was:

Instance 1) Iron Man 1 back in 2008 with The Ten Rings in Afghanistan, showing multiple Muslim characters as baddies/terrorists, but only two of them as a named character and with any meaningful lines to say. And despite one of them, Yinsen (actor Shaun Toub), being a good guy he still dies! Which is common in western media for Muslim and MENA characters.

Note: Fellow Iron Man 1 castmate, actor Sayed Badreya, makes an important point in this GQ article: "I die in Iron Man, I die in Executive Decision. I get shot by everyone. George Clooney kills me in Three Kings. Arnold blows me up in True Lies…" (x)

Instance 2) A more recent instalment in Batman V. Superman in 2016, with some unnamed 'General' character and mercenaries/terrorists in Nairomi, Africa, referred to only as "the desert" throughout the movie. All reference to the General's actual name are available in an extended/deleted scene only, so a very poor and vague depiction in the final cut.

Instance 3) The generic and badly written ‘bad guys’ in Wonder Woman 1984 (2020 movie), which was honestly such a racist depiction of Arabs and Muslims that many critics pointed out we hadn’t seen a depiction this terrible since 1994′s True Lies. (At least most critics were in agreement that WW84 movie was generally terrible, so there’s that.)

And that's it, those are the only major instances showing any Muslim actors or characters in a caped and costumed superhero movie.

Some other fleeting glimpses of Muslims onscreen:

Glimpse 1) I spotted a girl wearing a hijab among the nameless and unspeaking background characters of Peter Parker's class in Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019). A first for Marvel movies, apparently.

Glimpse 2) Disney Plus show Falcon and Winter Soldier (2021) had two nameless Muslim characters walk by in a scene that’s supposed to be Tunisia (using Yellow Filter), and ‘thank’ the present American Air Force (eye-roll).

Glimpse 3) Netflix show Jupiter’s Legacy (2021) had a nameless Muslim sailor conversing with one of the main characters in a scene, with meaningful dialogue about racism. (WOW. Really good.) Bonus: no yellow filter. It’s a pity he’s a nameless background character because this brief instance is the least problematic MENA rep I’ve seen in ages, but it is very brief.

I just wrote about Glimpses 2 and 3, and how the Netflix show outdid Disney when it comes to these nameless walk-on Muslim characters.

This is pretty pathetic overall, these small crumbs, especially compared to better rep and probably the only instance of legit MENA superheroes in a ‘costumes and capes’ style superhero show, the Tarazi siblings on DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Anyway, now I’ve listed what crumbs are available across the live action superhero genre, back to The Boys.

I was intrigued about how season 2 would handle Naqib and any characters relating to him, and what storyline they'd use.

Was I excited at the possibility of seeing Muslim supers onscreen? Damn straight I was. Did I mind that they were baddies? Well, yes and no. When you only ever get crumbs or no crumbs at all, you tend to get excited over one stale old crumb.

After the build up for season 2, I eagerly sat down to watch the first episode, only to have the first five minutes of episode 1 Trigon him.

Note: who's Trigon, you ask? Well if you didn't watch the DCEU's Titans show, Trigon was The Big Bad who was hyped up throughout season 1, introduced in the season 1 cliff-hanger episode as this big 'oh shit!' moment for the cast of heroes, only for him to fizzle out like a wet fart in the first episode of season 2 while the show pivots wildly in another direction.

Exactly what happened to Naqib in the first five minutes of The Boys season 2.

Erm, so, Naqib. Farewell, I guess? As a character you briefly appeared in 2 episodes, portrayed by a different actor in each (Krishan Dutt, and Samer Salem). It seems the writers used you as a plot device when they needed a cheap cliff-hanger for a direction that ultimately went nowhere.

Am I disappointed? Yeah, I am. Overall I thought season 2 of The Boys was weaker than season 1, but I'm not here to talk about the whole season: I want to talk about Naqib and this missed opportunity.

The Boys and its showrunners sell the show as being a satire of recent and well known superhero content, of all the big movies and TV shows. There's been a lot of patting themselves on the back for calling out overused tropes in superhero media (and sometimes they've done this satire well: see the LGBT marketing scene with Queen Maeve in season 2), but my issue with the show on their Muslim rep, or should I say lack thereof, is if your show has even less Muslim character rep than the content you're trying to parody, how is this a win for satire?

Naqib and that whole angle came across as a lazy, half-assed swing from the writer's room. Sure, perhaps a lot of the non-Muslim and non-MENA audience won't even notice, as we've been ignored by western media or made into nameless, generic, vacuous baddies for decades now. Non-Muslims and non-MENA just accept that we're always the baddies for no particular reason at all (which feeds into Islamophobia, by the way) and The Boys' writers could say they are simply satirising the tropes already present in media...

But, and this is a big but, the media that The Boys is satirising has already made a step toward better inclusion and representation: Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan), Marvel comics' first Muslim superhero, is entering the MCU as a lead character in her own Disney Plus show, debuting in 2022.

Ms. Marvel/Kamala Khan is also cited to appear in upcoming Captain Marvel sequel, The Marvels (2022), which will be a major movie.

The MCU has also cast a Muslim actor (Mahershala Ali) as the lead in a reboot of Blade. That's going to be big news when it starts filming.

So to the showrunners on The Boys, I say this: now you've done this small angle of 'all Muslim characters are terrorists, yuckity-yuck!' like we've seen in major superhero movies thus far, and you've brushed that aside in favor of focusing on other whiter villains, my question is will you come back to Muslim and MENA characters again? Or is that all you got?

Because if that was ALL, then the current score is Disney/MCU:02, Netflix:02, DCEU:02, and The Boys: a big ZERO as far as Muslim and MENA rep goes.

Originally posted on my blog, magnificently nerdy.

If you, like me, are always on the lookout for onscreen Muslim and MENA characters in superhero media, and have spotted any characters in superhero TV shows I haven’t watched yet, let me know about them!

Here is my post on good guys, featuring Old Guard’s Joe, and Blindspot’s Rich Dotcom.

Here’s my post about the Tarazi siblings on DC’s Legends of Tomorrow TV show.

And, if Marvels’ Eternals gets released on schedule for 2021, we will have a MENA actor portraying a supporting character. I just hope Marvel gives him a name.

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aspiring-ginger · 5 years ago

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Forget-Me-Not Ch.1 (Jaskier x Reader)

Summary: Y/n is a college student who stumbles into the world of the witcher. Part 1 of ???

Warnings: Depression, mental illness, swearing

Word count: 2,823

Pairing(s): Jaskier x fem!reader, platonic Geralt x fem!reader

A/N: Hi guys!! I’ve recently fallen deep into the witcher hell! Having read many modern girl in Thedas fics for dragon age, I figured I’d try my hand at a modern girl in the continent sort of fic! This is my first fic so I apologize for any errors. Feedback always appreciated! Enjoy!

Masterlist I Next I

You stood up from your spot on the bed with a stretch, wondering how long you’ve been caught up in your work this time. Final exams were coming up and you knew you needed to study quite a bit for that one damned class where the professor just hated your guts. You scoffed at your understatement.

“Hates the whole world and the concept of fun itself, more like”, you grumbled to yourself as you collected various notes and papers strewn about the blankets.

It was nearing the end of fall semester of your second year of college, so time was quickly ticking by until the time came for you to choose your major. You opted to go in undecided, with a plan to get as many generic classes over with first. Frankly, you still had no idea what to choose, and you thought it was ridiculous that you were expected to decide the fate of your whole adult career just based on a few classes.

You checked the time, 1:47 am. Stuffing everything back into your backpack, you debated whether you should just call it a night and go to bed, or stay up for just a little bit longer doing something you enjoy before bed. You knew it was probably a good idea to go to sleep but you just couldn’t help that itch in your brain that needed some fun. Netflix released their newest series The Witcher which you were very excited for, and had gone and played all of the games in preparation and to get a feel for the world. Obviously you fell in love with the story and you couldn’t wait to watch the show, but you had shown some restraint and restricted yourself from watching any of it until after finals were done because, let’s be honest, you knew you would get sucked in and binge the whole entire thing instead of studying.

It wasn’t too late at night, there have definitely been much later nights this week, plus you had done such a good job actually studying instead of putting everything off until the last minute….. it wouldn’t hurt to watch just one episode, would it? You glanced around the room, noting that your roommate wasn’t there. Right. She said she was studying with her boyfriend and wouldn’t be home that night. “Studying”. You shrugged and changed into your pajamas, then hopped back into bed with a laugh. All your friends had been talking about this show and now you could actually participate in their conversations! You quickly settled in, switched on your tv, and started the first episode.

Your mind was absolutely racing. What a great way to end the season!! You’d been on the edge of your seat waiting to see what would happen to Tissaia and Yennefer, and your heart just melted at the sight of Geralt and Ciri finally meeting. You grabbed your phone to text your best friend all about it when-

“Oh FUCK,” Your lock screen showed the time, 10:03 am. You missed your fucking 8 am class, the one you had just spent all that time studying for, because you did the exact fucking thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. Thankfully it was only a review day before the final, but it was the last review day before the final, and you still had questions on the material. You groaned and slumped down in your bed, burying your face into your pillow.

’Such a fucking idiot, I cant believe this is fucking happening,’ you thought, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes, ’of course I would do this, this is just so me. Fucking stupid and dumb and worthless and-’

Your spiraling thoughts of self loathing were interrupted by your roommate opening the door and slipping into your shared room. You reluctantly picked up your head when you heard her call out your name with a sigh.

“Really (y/n)? You fall asleep studying again? You really should set an alarm or something, didn’t you miss your early class or whatever?” She asked as she plopped down on her bed, kicking off her shoes. “I know you were super stressed about studying this year but jeez- oh come on. Netflix? Really? What happened to ms ’I’m going to do such a good job studying this semester and kissing professor what’s his face’s ass so I get a good grade’?” She mocked.

Your cheeks burned as you tried to subtly wipe off the tears streaked down your face “Look I actually have been doing a better job at keeping up with my work and everything this semester, so I can stand to take a fucking break every once and awhile!” You huffed

Your roommate rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Seriously? Haven’t you missed like 15 classes or something? Just stop kidding yourself and accept that you’re just not going to get that good of a grade, dude. Plus can’t you just play the whole depression card and get like, an extended deadline or something? Pft, I wish I could have something like that. My life would be sooo much easier. Ugh. Whatever. I’m going to take a nap, I’m tired. If you need to cry go do it somewhere else or I will throw a pillow at you,"

You flipped her off and got out of bed. You still had 2 more classes to go to, and those review packets weren’t going to do themselves. You got ready with a sigh. It was going to be a long day.

You sat down on a bench outside, having just finished your last class of the day. It had been pretty miserable as you predicted, your brain just absolute mush after staying awake for so long. Your temper was definitely shorter, and you had snapped at your friends way more than you should have. You had just paused to take out your earbuds and put on some music for the walk back to your dorm, when you felt a pit settle at the bottom of your stomach. You knew you definitely needed sleep, but that wouldn’t explain your sudden feeling of unease. You sat up and glanced around you, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was only late afternoon but already dark out, and there weren’t many students around. You put your headphones in and adjusted your coat, trying to ignore that feeling and started your walk back home.

As you walked, you could have sworn you saw someone following you out of the corner of your eye, but each time you turned around there was nothing but the usual barren trees and dull leaves covering the sidewalk. You reassured yourself that if somebody actually was following you, you’d be able to hear them crunching the leaves behind you. Even though you were listening to your music. Right. Everything was fine.

You nervously fiddled with the straps of your backpack as you paused to double check behind you. Again, there was nothing there, but you still had that sinking feeling in your stomach and it had only been getting worse as you kept going. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you could’ve sworn you heard something rustle the leaves behind you- you whipped your head back around and there was still nothing. It then crossed your mind that even though it was dark, there definitely should be people around. Classes should be ending and students should be walking home, but there was no one. You began to pick up your pace, going into a nervous jog. Your building was almost in sight, just a few more minutes and then you’d be safe- a hot bolt of terror hit and you broke into a sprint. You didn’t dare look behind you as you ran, you didn’t even know why you were running but you had a feeling that you should. You felt hot breath against the back of your neck and something claw against your back. You pushed yourself to run faster, your blood pounding in your ears along with your music.

Your feet stomped across the sidewalk, almost there you could almost see your dorm! These damn leaves were everywhere, so many that you couldn’t even make out where the sidewalk ended and the grass began. Your foot slipped, ankle rolling as you fell face first into the leaves. You scrambled back up and continued running, your headphones now hanging around your neck. You spat out leaves as you cursed, weaving between trees that began to slow you down. Wait. Trees? You glanced to where various classrooms and dorms should’ve been, now replaced with thick, dense trees on all sides. You still heard the- the thing, whatever it was, behind you. You felt it’s hot sickly breath on your neck. You could smell the rotting stench of decay and blood. You heard it’s ragged panting and inhuman whine. It’s claws swiped at your back once more, and you seethed in pain. Your ankle was on fire and you didn’t know how much further you could run.

Suddenly you heard the distinct sound of metal clanging behind you, followed by a wet squelch. You turned your head to look, still running forward, daring to get a glimpse of what possibly could be chasing you. You caught a flash of silver and black and brown before you collided into a tree and everything went black.

You heard muffled conversation when you briefly regained consciousness. It was loud and rushed and sounded like arguing? You couldn’t make out any words so you tried to turn your head in the direction of the noise, but found that task much more difficult than you thought. You huffed at the fogginess of your mind and the shouting came to an abrupt stop. Though you couldn’t open your eyes, you felt the presence of someone in front of you. You heard a murmur of something you couldn’t quite catch- and you slipped back into a deeper sleep.

When you woke for the second time it was a lot quieter than the first. You could hear the crackle of a fire and the wind rustling through leaves above, and smell the smoke from the fire and the damp earth below. There was also a soft melody coming from somewhere to your left, chords plucked out on an instrument you couldn’t quite recognize. You could also hear the grating sound of metal on metal. Was someone sharpening a blade? You groaned as you tried to sit up. Though your body felt stiff and your head full of cotton balls, your muscles responded accordingly. The music came to a stop as you blinked awake.

"Uhh, Geralt? I think she’s awake now, for real. Could you please not use your witchery magic on our mysterious guest so we can actually, I dunno, talk to her? Ask her some questions? Instead of just rushing ahead with your steel or silver- oh alright then,” A voice called out, and you heard the crunch of footsteps coming towards you.

You looked to the source of the voice and found a brown haired man holding a funny looking guitar standing in front of a log near a campfire. You rubbed your eyes and realized no, that wasn’t a guitar but a mandolin? Lute? Some weird instrument, so he must’ve been the source of the music. He was dressed in a dark blue matching set of… some sort of renaissance costume? His jacket was undone and he wore a plain white shirt underneath, the top of which was unlaced so a few strands of chest hair poked out. His loose yet tight fitting pants were tucked into a pair of tall leather boots. He sure looked committed to his costume, even holding a quill in his other hand.

Your attention was quickly turned to the man approaching you. He had long silver hair, half pulled back, and was dressed in all black. His outfit matched the same renaissance theme as his friend, though less showy and more practical. His tight leather pants, rolled up sleeves, and very realistic looking sword were certainly eye catching, but what drew you in the most were his eyes. They were a bright golden color, and his irises had a slight curve to them that almost reminded you of a cat’s. You realized that they must be cosplayers who already have costumes from the new show. They were both very high quality, and the special attention to detail was amazing.

The Geralt cosplayer knelt down in front of you, his hand gripping your shoulder tight.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” He demanded with a very accurate impression of the Geralt voice.

“I-I uh,” you cleared your voice “My name is (y/n) and I’m from (hometown). I was just walking back from class to my dorm when this thing started chasing me and I was running and- wait, what happened to it? Where am I? And why the hell are you guys dressed like that what’s going on?! Is this some sort of prank or something? Or- or a photoshoot? I don’t understand,”

You tried to scooch back away from the strange man, but his grip stayed strong and he just narrowed his eyes.

“Oh the Ekimmara? Geralt already delt with it, my lady, don’t you fret. You’re safe now with us,” The Jaskier lookalike piped up from his log.

The Geralt sighed, “Yes, the Ekimmara is dead. You reek of magic and your clothes are strange, yet I can sense that you’re not a mage. Who are you?”

You had to admit, their costumes were amazing and their impressions were flawless. They even looked strikingly similar to the real actors.

“Look I already told you. I was at school, something chased me, and I woke up here. I’m already having a shitty day with my classes and college bullshit, and I just want to go home. Your cosplays are very nice, but I really don’t have time for this,”

“College? As in Oxenfurt University? I’ll have you know I just graduated from there before running into Geralt here, but I can’t say I recognize you. Are you perhaps in more art and painting classes? Although I am, of course, a master of the seven arts- poetry and song are much more my strong suit,” The Jaskier said, walking up.

“Jaskier,” Geralt warned with a glare, removing his hand from your shoulder.

“Look I get it! You really have the characters down. Can I please just go home now?” You shifted away from Geralt. You realized you weren’t wearing your coat, instead it had been draped across you acting as a makeshift blanket as you sat on a bed roll.

“Characters? My lady, are you alright? See, Geralt? I told you to go easy with the axii nonsense, now she’s confused.” Jaskier exclaimed with a scoff.

Geralt narrowed his eyes at you and put his sword down.

“What? I’m not confused!” You protested “You even have the Jaskier attitude down perfect. Can I go now? Or you at least tell me where we are?”

“You know my name? How do you know who I am, I haven’t even introduced myself yet! I know I’ve played at many of the local taverns, but I would’ve recognized a face so lovely as yours,” Jaskier tried to mask his unease with his usual flirtatious remarks.

Geralt held a hand up for Jaskier to stop talking “Who do you think we are, and what do you know of us?”

“Well that’s easy,” you scoffed. “You’re dressing up as Geralt of Rivia. You know witcher, white wolf, travelling with your best friend Jaskier. And then you would be Jaskier-or Dandelion but I think you’re aiming for more Jaskier.”

Jaskier looked stunned, while Geralt pressed further “Dressing up as?”

“Yes. Cosplaying, whatever term you want to use. And you’re doing a great job acting like them too, but you can cut it out now. It was cool, but now it’s just getting old."

"So…you think we’re acting? Playing the roles of Geralt and myself? We’re not characters, we’re real. And I’m not his best friend. A friend definitely, but he would never admit it. What do you know us from?”

“The Witcher. The show, the games, the books. They’re super popular again. I think it’s even back on the charts for top selling fantasy or something."

Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks.

"Geralt, why don’t you show her something to prove that you’re the real deal. Something only a witcher could do?”

Geralt raised his hand and traced a symbol in the air. A small ball of flame appeared in his hand, which he stretched out towards you. You could feel the heat from the fire against your skin and you looked at the two men in shock.

“What the fuck?!”

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Fresh out of college, your life is finally going to blossom into something more meaningful than college day drinking and late-night study sessions. Or so you thought. Unlikely events result in you having a big ass crush on your next-door neighbour. Maybe, you weren’t as grown-up as you thought you were.

Y/N x BAEKHYUN

Life after college AU (if that’s a thing)

First part 7k words

Second and final part will also have 7k

There aren’t enough Baekhyun stories on this damn website, so I decided to make something myself. English isn’t my first language, so please bear with me for the next twenty minutes or so because you are about to read my struggle to write my love for Baekhyun, part one.

second part / third part

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First act: stating the facts of an ordinary life.

You were never really the type to dive into the unknown, so you’d rather overthink and play safe to give your mind a rest — overthinking results living in a small but cute apartment while having a low and steady income. That’s why you’re at your friend’s apartment, which is much more beautiful than yours, drinking wine while you whine about your life.

“I feel like I’m waiting for something better.” You confess while taking the first sip of the cheap wine you brought.

“If you feel like this, why don’t you just act on it?” Soya, the friend with the beautiful apartment, asked you with a subtle hint of annoyance.

“Don’t be like that. I’m not in the mood for a lecture.”

“You’re never in the mood for anything except drinking wine.” She whined while you poured your second glass of the evening. You were going to regret this speed of drinking in the morning. College-you could handle all kinds of liquor, but working-you is always a mess the following day, even after one glass of wine.

“I think that drinking wine is a very healthy way to deal with things. I could go blackout drunk every Thursday night, or I could take drugs, you know.” But you didn’t know. Maybe getting drunk and meeting new friends wouldn’t be so bad.

“Or you could look for another job with a better income and health insurance.” She harshly stated. “But I’m glad you’re not getting drunk in a smelly club because if you fell, you wouldn’t be able to afford your hospital bills.”

“Noted.” You weren’t in the mood for a lecture tonight. What is wrong with merely drinking and talking about cute guys while watching bad movies on Netflix?

“Or you could at least install tinder and just have sex with a handsome stranger to get rid of this foul mood you’ve been in.” She studied your reaction while sipping from her wine tentatively.

“I’d rather not sleep with a stranger, but also noted.”

“Why not that guy from work you’re always hanging out with?” Someone is trying to push your limits tonight and that someone is named Soya.

“He’s just a friend, Soya. Chanyeol is becoming a trustworthy friend in an office filled with bitches and snitches.” She doesn’t understand how women in an office job play. They work through compliments with hidden meanings that are not always nicely hidden.

“Some friendships have benefits, you know.” She winked at you, and you almost threw up. Like hell you would ever fall into this trap of insecurity and lose strings.

“Yes, I know how you and Taehyung work.” You bit back, and she fell silent for a good minute, you savoured it.

“Taehyung and I are trying to date.” She didn’t make any eye contact with you, so you understood it must not be going well.

“And how is that working out?” The room was quiet except for Soya nervously fiddling with her empty glass.

“Slow.” She finally stated while you filled her glass.

“I see.”

“I’m not in the mood for a lecture tonight.” And you couldn’t agree with her more. Tonight was not the night for a heavy therapy session where both of you got too drunk and too emotional to function.

“That’s what I said.”

“Let’s watch that new crappy movie as we’re both not in the mood for our needed therapy session.” The TV turned on, and she was already browsing through Netflix.

“So you admit you need to re-evaluate your relationship with Taehyung?”

“Yes, but not tonight.”

“Same for me, but I also don’t feel like watching a movie. I need to go home and work on that stupid ass presentation I don’t want to make.”

“Then don’t and stay here.” She pleaded.

“And risk losing my job?” That was never an option. You need that job to maintain your low-class life-style.

“Would that be so bad?” Soya dared to ask you.

“I can’t leave Chanyeol alone with these predators.” Your shoes were on, and your coat was just an arm-length away, you were ready to leave.

“I think he manages them better than you.”

“Maybe so, but I’m still leaving.”

“Text me when you get home. It’s already dark.”

“I will. Don’t call Taehyung.”

“Don’t do that presentation.”

“Soya, don’t compare me doing a necessarily presentation for work with you banging Taehyung.” Annoyance barely hidden in your voice.

“I’m sorry Y/N, you are right.” She must have detected your mood and dropped the whole thing with an apology you gladly accepted.

“Love you.” You called out while walking out of the door.

“Always.” She yelled before closing the door, and you started to make your way home.

Almost every time you left Soya’s place, you walked the same route thinking about the stuff you both talked about. Tonight is no different. It wasn’t a secret you weren’t happy with your job, but it did pay the bills. Isn’t this what everyone after college goes through? Isn’t this what being a grown-up is like? Well, it really sucks if this is it.

You were so caught up in your world that you didn’t notice the man standing still at the entrance of your apartment building. Your body crashed right into him, and you both almost fell over, but luckily the door made sure the both of you didn’t.

“Oh, god, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking or paying attention.” You hurriedly apologized. Eye contact was something you were not able to do when you were embarrassed, so you tried to look at anything but him.

“It is okay. I also apologize for…” He started to apologize too, and his voice caught you off guard. You made the mistake of looking into his eyes and both of you fell quiet for a short moment. “for standing still.” He finished off his apology. Both of your cheeks were flushed, and both of you didn’t know what to do. You quickly tried to compose yourself.

“What were you even doing here?” The realization hit you. A strange man you had never seen was just standing in front of your apartment building in the dark. This is not where romantic movies begin, but horrors start.

“I recently moved in, well actually I moved in today, and I couldn’t open the doors.” He quickly explained himself while showing you his keys, and you immediately recognized the big brown key.

“Oh, that also took me a while to get used to.” You laughed while taking the keys out of his hand. “The trick is to not push the key in completely.” You explained, while showing him how to open the door.

“Ok.” He voiced uncertain, and you couldn’t help but find his insecurity endearing. The men in your life never showed their insecurity and flaws all for the sake of being a man.

“Now it’s your turn.” You handed him back the keys while the doors closed themselves. He visibly swallowed and tried to open the door while you were looking intently. His keys were making a lot of noise but not the kind of click-sound you want to hear while opening a door.

“No, you should…” you started to explain, but your hands were quickly over his taking control. He really has beautiful hands, but you tried to shake it off. It is not that he is the only man with delicate hands that seemed to be made to play the piano. His hands seemed to be carefully sculpted by God himself. Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by the clicking sound of the lock.

“Oh, I see what you mean now.” You noticed your hands were still on his and you quickly withdrew them.

“Not that hard right?” You smiled shyly at him and he returned you with a breathtaking smile, perfect with teeth on full display.

“Definitely not. Thank you for helping me.”

“I’m glad to help. I wish someone taught me this trick sooner. I had to learn this by secretly observing people entering the building.” That was only a few months ago, and you silently laughed at the idiocy.

He opened the door for you and both of you made your way toward the elevator in silence. It wasn’t necessarily an awkward silence, but it also wasn’t enjoyable. And if there is one thing you’re good at, it is making awkward conversation.

“So…” you started softly while pushing a lost stray of hair back behind your ear. “How do you like it so far?” You cringed mentally at your awkwardness.

“I’ve only been here for a couple of hours…” he said, and you mentally slapped yourself at your stupid question “… but I like it so far.”

“That’s good.” You awkwardly said while entering the elevator first.

“Which floor?” He asked you politely while pressing floor seven.

“Same floor apparently.”

“What a coincidence.” What a coincidence indeed, like you were stuck in the most cliché movie ever.

“Do you have any more tips and tricks?” He asked you when the elevator signalled your floor.

“Not really, but maybe stay away from floor five. It has an old lady who likes younger men. You’re exactly her type.” You told him while walking out of the elevator to your apartment.

“What’s her type like?” He asked with a wiggle of bis eyebrows.

“Cute young men with a sparkle in their eyes.”

“So you think I’m cute?”

“I think you know you’re cute.” You were trying to be indifferent. It doesn’t do to let someone with an ego like his know how much power he has.

“So you think I have a sparkle in my eyes?” He tried again.

“I think you really shouldn’t go to floor five, but you can do whatever.”

“Nice to meet you…” He held out his hand for you to shake and you shyly accepted.

“Yes, indeed. It was nice to meet you too.” You told him hurriedly while trying to open your door.

“I was trying to get your name.” He silently confessed.

“It is on my doorbell. I hope you can read.” And that was the last thing you said before you slammed your door shut. You heard him shuffle at your door and you could be mistaken, but you almost heard him whisper your name.

Second act: what is this feeling that I’m feeling?

Your mornings were always the same routine, and if anything were slightly off, your day would be ruined. The sound of your alarm usually wakes you up, and you don’t snooze, snoozing is for the weekend. Making your way to the kitchen, you start to boil your water for a perfect cup of coffee. When your coffee is ready, you make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Your coffee has almost always the ideal temperature when you get out of your shower. It depends if you put on a hair mask or not.

Next half hour is devoted to simple make-up and deciding what outfit you want to wear. The only good thing about your job is that they don’t force you to wear up-tight office outfits. As long as you cover up and don’t wear stuff that’s too weird, you’re good to go.

When you’re all finished, you throw everything you might need in your bag and put your empty cup in the dishwasher. Usually, you’re five minutes late, so that’s why you’re always rushing out of your apartment. Today was no different. You were going to have to speed walk to your favourite bakery if you wanted one of their delicious treats for breakfast.

“Morning Y/N.” A strange voice greeted you.

“Morning?” You hesitantly greeted the other person. It didn’t surprise you that it was your cute new neighbour from last night. He seemed amused by your shyness, but you weren’t going to let it bother you. Going to the bakery was your only and most important priority this morning.

Both of you got in the crowded elevator in silence. Your arm was touching his, and you couldn’t focus on anything but him. He was looking at something on his phone, and you could finally admire his face. His hands were already approved and marked of good quality, but his face was something else. Last night you didn’t get the chance to really see his features in the dark. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks, the sudden pause in a person’s expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a calm gaze and a weak smile.

“Are you ok?” His tone filled with worry and his gaze intently fixed on you. You must have zoned out or something because suddenly you arrived at the ground floor and you barely remember standing in the elevator.

“Yes, I’m all good.” You whispered while walking out, and he was quick to follow so he could open the door for you.

“Have a nice day Y/N.”

“You too.” And you finally realized you didn’t even know his name. You made a mental note to look for clues of what his name could be. Hopefully, he also put on his first name on his doorbell, but you had a feeling he didn’t.

The rest of your morning went smoothly. With your favourite pastry in your left hand, while the other carried a large coffee, you walked right on time into the office. You greeted a couple of people with your perfectly practised fake smile, but there was only one person who deserved your real smile; Chanyeol.

“Look who made it on time?” He said while standing up, ready to hug your morning blues away.

“Aren’t you proud of me?” Your coffee and pastry were placed on your desk so you could return his hug with as much enthusiasm.

“I’m always proud of you, especially when you decide to wear a matching outfit.” He could barely contain his laughter, remembering your blue leggings and yellow sweater from last week. It wasn’t your best day.

“That was one time, and I had a hangover. Please forget dark Wednesday.”

“If I could have a bite of that, I’ll consider it.” He couldn’t take his eyes off your pastry, so you just threw it at him and mouthed the words’ keep it’.

“You’re like an angel in disguise.”

“I don’t feel like I’m in disguise.”

“Don’t push it, though.” He said with his mouthful.

“I would never.” You ended the conversation while wiping some crumbs of Chanyeol’s mouth. He is like a big baby that needs to be mothered all the time.

“Y/N be ready in five.” Your boss called out through the whole office, and that was your cue to leave and fuck up your presentation you barely finished last night. You really wanted to be a grown-up when you were younger, well, you got what you wanted.

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“And that’s how we are going to attract more overseas customers to ship their goods with us. With just a little change in our program, we can be more competitive and grow more into a nationwide company.” You finished your presentation. “I thank you all for listening, and if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“That was clear as crystal. We’ll be taking this into account when we have the next manager’s meeting. Thank you, Y/N.” Your boss ended the presentation. Everyone quickly gathered their things and made their way out of the meeting room until you were left alone with the mess. You massaged your temples, trying to rub the stress away and it most definitely wasn’t helping.

“Do you need some help cleaning up?” Chanyeol asked you gently, startling you. A simple nod was sufficient for him to start helping you. You picked up all glasses and empty coffee cups on a large tray and made your way toward the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher. Chanyeol cleaned all the mess that these rude people left.

“I think that is all.” You simply stated while simultaneously checking every corner of the large meeting room.

“I think it’s in a better state than when you entered it this morning if I’m honest,” Chanyeol said while placing some of the cleaning products in a random cabinet.

“Maybe we overdid it with the vacuuming?” You questioned while crossing your arms.

“Better safe than sorry.” He shrugged.

“True words.”

“I can’t help but notice you still being stressed out even after your presentation. I’m meeting up with a couple of friends tonight. Come with us?” He sat on the table in front of you, so he wasn’t towering over you, but at eye level. You looked into his questioning eyes and you couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he actually was. Soya’s idea didn’t seem that bad except for the fact that he was your co-worker and it was strictly forbidden.

“I don’t know them, and they don’t know me, won’t that be awkward?” You asked him unsure, showing your awkwardness by shifting your weight.

“They already know a lot about you, as I can’t stop talking about how fun you are. And you already know al lot about them, as I can’t stop talking about my friends.”

“Did you tell them about my mismatch hangover outfit?”

“I might have, but they have already forgotten all about it.”

“Did you show them the picture you took that day?” You asked with a pout.

“Some of them might have seen it.” He confessed while avoiding eye contact.

“Normally I would be mad, but I really need a drink. Text me the time and address, and I’ll be there.” You finally agreed to his plans.

“That’s my girl.” That was the last thing he said before leaving you alone in the empty meeting room. Your phone started buzzing, notifying you had a new message.

Chanyeol: Bar Temple at 6ish

You: noted!

It was already past four because of your stupid ass presentation, so you decided to call it a day. You only knew of Chanyeol friends through his stories, and they were usually pretty wild, so you decided you needed maximum prepare time. Maybe you also needed someone to babysit you?

You: You want to go out with me, my fun colleague and his stranger friends?

Soya: yes?

You: It’ll be fun, please?

Soya: ok

You: my place at five to get ready

Soya: I’m going to regret this

You: Me too, but I really need a drink

Soya: You always need a drink

You: so do you

Soya: I can hide anything from you

Soya: See you in a bit

You put your phone away, so you can search for your keys in your oversized bag. You can indeed put anything in it, even two bottles of wine, but you’re never able to find your keys.

“Do you need some help?” The handsome neighbour asks you with his keys ready.

“Are you waiting when I get home or something? This is getting strange.”

“If you don’t need help, you can keep looking for your keys while I enter the warm building.” He says while he opens the door very carefully.

“You’ve been practising.” You remark when he holds the door for you.

“Your tip was extremely helpful.” His hand combs nervously through his thick black hair, and you suddenly have to fight the urge to run your own hands through his hair. From the look of it, his hair looks really soft and just the perfect length to run your fingers through it.

“You’re welcome.”

The elevator doors open and you both get in, both of you wanting to push the correct button. Your hands brush over his, and you feel the blood rushing to your face. He chuckles and pushes the button while you remove your hand from his. His hand felt soft under yours, and you can’t stop yourself imaging how his hands would feel over your body.

The silence was disturbed by you nervously fidgeting, and the handsome stranger softly humming to some melody.

“How was work?” He finally asks you after a moment of awkward silence.

“The honest answer or the polite answer?” The elevator doors open and you make your way toward your door.

“Whatever you want to give me.” He says while leaning against the wall next to your door.

“I’m drained, and I’m really looking forward to drinking tonight.” You enthusiastically confessed to him. Your hands shot up to your mouth, as you couldn’t believe what you had just said. Now he must think you’re an alcoholic.

“I completely understand.” He laughs while leaving you to find your keys in peace.

“See you later Y/N.”

“What’s your name?” You suddenly ask him, which resulted in him turning back around.

“Oh, now, you ask?” He asked with a look of mischief.

“Better late than never?”

“True. But I’m still not giving it to you. I had to find it out myself, and you can do the same.” He finally said before entering his apartment and leaving you speechless. Was it that difficult for him to give you his name?

“What are you doing outside your door staring at the unknown?” Soya asked, exiting the elevator.

“I was trying to remember where I put my keys.” You quickly made up a lie. You weren’t going to tell her your handsome neighbour left you speechless and that you had to recover for a couple of minutes. You don’t even remember how long you have been standing there.

“Let me check for you.” She offered while taking the bag out of your hand. “Your bag is always such a mess.” She continued.

“So, tell me about his friends,” Soya said when you both entered your apartment safely.

“I don’t know a lot, but I know they’re crazy but kind-hearted people.” You actually didn’t what kind of people they were.

“What do you mean by crazy?” She asked you while walking toward your bathroom.

“They like to drink and go on adventures together.” You said while pouring the both of you a drink, you smiled at the irony.

“What kind of adventures?”

“I don’t know a lot, but I know Chanyeol got to work one day with, his words, the most terrible hangover recorded in human history thanks to his friends.” You said while entering the bathroom with two glasses in your hands. Soya gladly accepted your drink before removing all make-up off her face.

“Did he explain why?”

“Probably, but I already forgot.” You silently confessed. You weren’t the best to remember every story someone told you. When Chanyeol told you his story, he had only started working at your company, and you weren’t as close as now.

“What are you going to do with your face?” Soya asked you, changing the subject forcefully.

“I thought about re-applying a little bit of mascara and lipstick.”

“Add eyeliner and your good to go, and your foundation is still looking fresh. I cried at work today, so I really need to re-apply.” She quickly explained herself while dabbing something on her face.

“Taehyung?” Soya only cried when he was involved. Did you hate that guy.

“Maybe.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not really, but if there are cute guys tonight, I’m not going to hold myself back because of Taehyung.”

“So things are going well, it seems.” The eyeliner seems to be a bigger problem than you anticipated.

“He thinks we’re still in college and this kind of behaviour is normal. He keeps sucking me in with his beautiful words and good-looks.” She stopped doing her make-up to look at herself. She looked tired.

“He’s really handsome, but that’s all there is to him.”

“Yeah, but the sex is also outstanding, so it proves to be more difficult to just stop it.” Her eyes seemed sad, and you just wanted to hug her problems away, but that is something that you can’t do. That’s not how life works.

“I understand, I’m here for you when you’re ready to end it.” Your hand was on her shoulder for support.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Her head fell, and you really wanted to beat up Taehyung at that moment.

“I’m also here for you if you decide to stay with him after you both talked things out. Do what you think is best, not what I think is best.” Your eyes found hers, and she showed you the first real smile of the night.

“I appreciate this. Tonight is going to be fun.” And off she went doing her make-up like everything was fine even though it wasn’t. You both quickly finished your make-up, this was usually the easiest moment of the night. Choosing the right outfit seemed to be a more difficult task. Both of you never agreed what the other wanted to wear.

“You always wear black.” She complained for the tenth time that night.

“But I look good in black.”

“Ok, that is true, but you also look excellent in these blue jeans.”

“I’ve never really worn them before.” You confessed while admiring your ass in said jeans.

“I could tell, the tag is still on. Why did you buy them?”

“No idea.” You simply shrugged.

“I think you should wear these jeans. Just match it with your favourite black shirt and leather jacket, and you’re done.” That didn’t seem like a bad idea. After all, Chanyeol had only ever seen you in your work appropriate outfits, and to be honest, they were almost always black.

“I agree with this outfit, but only if you wear the little black dress.”

“It’s way too fancy for bar hopping.” She told you while making an ‘X’ with her arms.

“Wear it with a white t-shirt underneath and some white sneakers?” You tried to help her choose her outfit now yours was settled.

“That could work.”

“Can I borrow that white t-shirt and white sneakers?” She asked you with her puppy dog eyes she knew you could never refuse.

“Of course you can.” And both of you laughed. Maybe because of the wine or perhaps because you hadn’t gone to a bar in a long time. Chanyeol’s invitation came at the right time in your life.

Third act: is this what they call serendipity?

“Y/N you really came,” Chanyeol shouted the moment you entered the bar with Soya tagging right behind you. This feeling of being wanted brings you back to your college days, where there was always someone happy when you went to a particular party.

“Chanyeol. I told you I would come, don’t be so surprised.” You scolded him whole hugging him for the second time today.

“We’re huggers now.” He whispered in your ear, and you couldn’t hold back your smile.

“And we’re proud of it.” You told him while removing yourself from his grip. “Chanyeol this is my best friend, Soya.” They looked each other up and down, and you could swear you saw your friend blushing.

“Nice to meet you, Chanyeol. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She gave him his hand to shake, but he had different ideas.

“Apparently I’m into hugging now.” He loudly exclaimed before bringing your friend close for a mighty hug. She giggled and quickly returned the favour.

“I don’t mind.” She said before breaking up the hug. Chanyeol looked proud of himself, and you had to make a mental note to thank him in the morning for being so welcoming.

“Y/N let me introduce you to my friends.” He grabbed your arm, and you quickly took Soya’s hand for her to follow. A big table filled with people you didn’t know came into view, and you looked over at Soya with worry in your eyes. She quickly squeezed your hand for comfort.

“Everyone, this is my fun college Y/N who I can’t stop talking about. She also brought a friend of her’s named Soya.”

“Y/N these are my friends. This one here…” he ruffled through the guy’s hair that was closest to him. “… is Sehun, our youngest.” He might be the youngest, but he certainly didn’t look young. Yes, he might have a baby face but a handsome one that is. He stood up from his seat, and he was almost as tall as Chanyeol, and you couldn’t help but look impressed by his height.

“Hi girls, always a pleasure to meet new people.” He kissed both of you on your cheek, and you felt yourself getting a little bit warmer.

“Always charming.” Chanyeol chuckled, but he quickly moved on to the others. “Kyungsoo is the one with the glasses.” Said guy with classes quickly waved but didn’t say anything to the both of you. He was simply enjoying his drink.

“We also have Junmyeon over there.”

“Hi Y/N, hi Soya.” He greeted both of you with a big smile on his face. Chanyeol never mentioned that all his friends were extremely handsome. It felt like you were at an afterparty of a fashion show were all male models grouped together to celebrate.

“Last but not least, we have Baekhyun.” You eyes followed Chanyeol’s gesture and your eyes almost popped out of your head. The guy that Chanyeol pointed at was your handsome new neighbour, and a smile quickly spread over your face.

“Baekhyun it is.” You said more to yourself than to anyone in particular, which resulted in everyone looking at you strangely except for Baekhyun.

“Nice to see you again Y/N.” He greeted you with his brilliant smile and sparkly eyes. Let’s blame it all on the wine you had drunk earlier, but he looked even more beautiful while seated in a bar with a drink in his hands. Have you already mentioned his hands, because damn you desperately wanted to touch them. They were delicately draped around his almost empty beer and you so badly wished his hands were holding you.

“Again?” Chanyeol inquired after you and Soya both got seated. You tried not to sit next to Baekhyun in fear of embarrassing yourself further, but Soya was always quick to understand your awkward ways. She quickly seated herself next to Chanyeol, so your only option was to sit next to your neighbour.

“He’s my new neighbour.” You explained.

“You didn’t tell me you had a new neighbour.” Chanyeol and Soya both said with equally shocked faces.

“I’ve only moved in yesterday, so that’s probably why she didn’t tell you guys.” Baekhyun quickly saved you.

“I didn’t know new neighbours were big news. People move in and out of our apartment building every week. I’ll make sure to keep you updated in the future.” You didn’t understand what the issue was.

“Y/N, you have to tell me when a new cute neighbour recently moved in. That’s girl code.” Soya explained with Chanyeol nodding his head in approval.

“I’ll try to live a better life from now on.” You said, and this got a light chuckle out of Baekhyun, and you kind of felt proud of making him laugh.

“What do you want to drink?” Chanyeol asked you while moving his gaze toward Baekhyun, who was smiling widely beside you.

“Surprise me.” You simply stated, and Chanyeol wanted to roll his eyes at your behaviour.

“I’ll help you with that,” Soya said while standing up and following Chanyeol toward the bar. They would make a cute couple you thought to yourself. The other two guys at the table were silently conversing while Baekhyun was simply looking at you. Staring might be a better word.

“So how was your first night in the new place?” You asked him while removing your leather jacket and hanging it over your chair. You prayed to God you wouldn’t forget your coat.

“Could be better. I still have a lot to unpack, and it stresses me out.” Baekhyun confessed to you, and for a moment, you were shocked by his honesty. Most people would tell you they had slept like a baby, but he was refreshingly honest, and you couldn’t help but be entranced by his personality.

“I still have boxes to unpack, and I’ve been there for months now. It’s ok if it takes a bit longer.” You tried to reassure him.

“Don’t make me lose hope. I want to finish by the end of this week.” He told you with determination in is tone.

“Shouldn’t you be at home unpacking instead of drinking on a weeknight?” You asked him shyly because this was your kind of flirting and somehow he got the little hint. He looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“I’d rather drink here with a beautiful girl.” He immediately took a drink after his blunt flirting, as if he gotten shy after what he said.

“You didn’t know I was going to drink here.” You bluntly stated.

“Who said I was talking about you?” You silently gasped but tried to cover it up with a cough.

“Well, I don’t see any other girls here.”

“Maybe you took her seat while she went to the toilet.”

“Oh, really? Oh, god, I’m so sorry.” You quickly got up and tried to get your coat, but Baekhyun’s hand were there to guide you back toward your seat. His eyes were fixed on you while his hands touched your bare arms, keeping you in place.

“I’m only joking.” He told you reassuringly while his hand was still on your arm, making you dizzy by his warm touch. “There is no one.” He said while taking his hands off you, and you immediately missed the feeling of him. Luckily for you, Soya and Chanyeol returned with a new drink before you could embarrass yourself further.

“I told him not to get you anything too wild, but he decided your drink.”

“Hey! You told me we would stick together. I didn’t hear you protest when I ordered the drink.” Chanyeol pouted at your friend, and you could feel their chemistry.

“Before I kill anyone of my choosing, what is it that you ordered?” You asked them with a fake hint of annoyance at your friends. You secretly loved people ordering strange things for you. What would they get you? What do they think is an excellent drink for you? How do they see you? Once a friend got you a non-alcoholic beverage, let’s say you don’t really see her anymore.

“A Cock Sucking Cowboy.” Chanyeol proudly presented you a martini glass filled with mocha brown liquor. It looked a bit sketchy.

“Well, the name is definitely original. What’s in it, though?” You couldn’t contain your excitement anymore and were eying the drink suspiciously.

“Rumor has it that Brokeback Mountain inspired this drink, and that’s all I’ll say about it,” Chanyeol told you while taking a seat at the now crowded table. You eyed Soya questionably, knowing Chanyeol wouldn’t tell you what was in it, but she sure would break. She also knew what you were allergic to, so that kind of helped.

“It is made with deliciousness like Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey’s.” She carefully told you, and that was all you needed to try the cock sucking drink.

“I’ll drink to that, a cock sucking cowboy for me it is.” You enthusiastically held up your drink while the others eagerly waited for you to drink the brown liquid. A small sip was all you needed to be addicted to this heavenly drink. Usually, you didn’t like sweet cocktails, but this one was a reasonable exception. You let out a small moan because of the deliciousness and everyone, even the quiet guy in glasses laughed.

“I think she likes it.” The one named Sehun commented, and suddenly conversations about weird drinks started as if you hadn’t just met five minutes ago. It took only fifteen minutes before the ice completely broke, and everyone was comfortably engaging without holding themselves back. It has been a while since you had enjoyed company other than Soya. You glanced over at Chanyeol, and you found him already looking at you, you silently thanked him, and he just shrugged his shoulders, as if it was nothing.

“So Y/N, how do you know our Chanyeol?” Junmyeon asked you, which resulted in all eyes on you. A slight blush crept over your face, but you tried to hide it.

“I’m the one who trained him, so he really couldn’t escape me even if he wanted to.”

“Who would want to escape you?” Baekhyun asked gently, and the whole table got quiet. They were probably thinking what the hell was happening between you two and being honest; you were starting to feel the same thing.

“You sure aren’t.”

“How can I when you’re my cute neighbour who called me cute?”

“I didn’t exactly tell you that I thought you were cute, I said you were exactly floor five her type.” You tried to weasel yourself out of the situation, but it didn’t go unnoticed that he called you cute, and a small smile blossomed on your face at his compliment.

“He’s exactly her type.” Soya laughed when the realization hit her. The older woman on floor five is a bit notorious between the two of you.

“Is she that bad?” Chanyeol asked the two of you, and you both started laughing.

“Let’s say Y/N can not take a guy home.” Soya mysteriously stated, and you knew what she was getting at.

“She somehow always knows when there is a new guy in the building, and she will look for him until she finds him. Luckily for you, she still hasn’t found you.”

“I think she might have already found me.” Baekhyun silently confessed, and you couldn’t contain your curiosity.

“And you still want to live there?” You asked him with shock written all over your face.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Maybe she changed her tactics after the last one,” Soya commented.

“Jungkook never recovered.”

“Who is Jungkook?” Baekhyun asked you, and you felt the stares of Chanyeol and Soya on you. How were you going to explain the almost-boyfriend?

“Not important. What did she say?” You tried to change the subject, and it worked like a charm.

“She just asked me if I was new here and if there was anything that she could help with, I should let her know,” Baekhyun explained the situation, but you couldn’t believe her innocence.

“Where did you see her?” You asked him.

“She was taking some trash out this afternoon when I bumped into her.” He carefully told you.

“She never takes her trash out on a Thursday.” You gasped while you held your hand over your mouth.

“How do you know?” Sehun asked you suspiciously.

“She’s a Sunday cleaner, everyone in the building knows,” Soya answered for you, and you were glad she was here with you tonight. You would have looked like a crazy stalker girl without her backing you.

“She must have waited with a tiny trash bag at the entrance just to see you.” You over analyzed the situation. Baekhyun looked at you in horror, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his naivety.

“She’s really determined to find a toyboy,” Chanyeol explained, knowing the stories you told him about the crazy woman on floor five. “She tried to steal one of Y/N’s dates while she was with him.”

“She seemed so nice,” Baekhyun stated with a prominent pout plastered on his face. You wanted to squish his chubby cheeks, but you quickly withdrew your untrustworthy hand.

“Who wants another drink? I think Baekhyun needs it after his whole world shattered into pieces.” You asked the table while getting up.

“I’ll help you,” Baekhyun said while also standing up. Everyone gave their order, and both of you made it to the bar. It was getting more crowded and loud as it got later in the evening. People were already softly dancing to the beats of pop music and alcohol. You didn’t notice the bartender approaching while you were scanning the bar.

“What do you want to drink?” Baekhyun asked you while waving his beautiful hand in front of your eyes. You quickly composed yourself and turned around to the guy tending the bar.

“I’m going to stick to wine for the rest of the night, or you can carry me home tonight.” You told Baekhyun with a smile on your face. You were feeling the cock sucking something.

“You have a new girlfriend? Chanyeol also brought a new bird to the bar tonight.” The bartender asked Baekhyun, and he immediately panicked when he saw the confusion on your face.

“Y/N this in Jongin, also a friend and the reason we always meet in this bar.” He explained his relation to the handsome guy tending the bar. Was every friend of Baekhyun and Chanyeol ridiculously good-looking, or has it been that long you had any that you thought every guy was attractive?

“Jongin, this is Y/N, a colleague of Chanyeol. She came here for the first time and brought a friend with her, Soya, the one you met with Chanyeol.” Baekhyun looked pleased with how he handled the situation, and you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. His damn chubby cheeks were so inviting.

“Oh, you looked just happy, my bad.” Jongin awkwardly excused himself.

“But I’m also his neighbour, that’s why I told him he had to carry me home if I had another cock sucking cowboy.” You added to Baekhyun’s explanation to complete the whole story.

“Okay, just a wine coming up.” He said before he started pouring the drinks for his friends and you. You secretly glanced over at Baekhyun, and you found him already looking at you. He tried to play it cool by glancing over at something behind you, but you both knew he was really staring at you.

“What a coincidence.” You simply stated while analyzing his features, his lips to be more correct. You could describe it as a precisely shaped mouth, small, firm, full-lipped, and so kissable.

“What is?” He asked you uncertain, trying to read your thoughts.

“That you’re my new neighbour but that you’re also friends with my bestie at work.” He softly agreed but was cut short when his friend brought the drinks. You tried to take four glasses but failed in your attempt. Baekhyun laughed and took the other drinks toward your friend's table.

“Ah, they’re back,” Chanyeol screamed enthusiastically, and you suspected he couldn’t take a lot of liquor. Maybe you should train him in that department too.

“Yes, and we brought drinks.” You said while handing him his whiskey. You laughed at how cute he was. A tall man with a grown-up drink, but the cheerfulness that is seen in his eyes, reminded you of how young he actually was. You took your seat next to Baekhyun, and he was again looking at you strangely.

“Do you find the coincidence awkward?” He asked you with worry in his eyes. You quickly shook your head before answering him.

“No, it’s not awkward. It’s more exciting than it is weird.” The smile that grew on his face went all the way up to his eyes, and for a moment, you were lost in their sparkle.

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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Do you have a pair of Beat headphones? I used to have a pair. I mean it’s still around in my closet, but it’s completely broken now with the cable all given out and the cushion for the left ear has been missing for a while. I just don’t have the heart to throw it out because it was my absolute favorite pair of headphones that gave me good memories during a particularly shitty time in high school.

How was your week? A little better. I’ve gotten into the groove at work so I’m no longer shy when it comes to asking questions and giving inputs, and I’ve gained a better grasp of the workplace’s dynamic so it’s also been easier to communicate with people. Heavy life stuff is still around and it won’t be leaving for a while, but they were easier to ignore this week.

Are any of your electronics not working properly at the moment? Not really, but my phone’s charger cable recently stopped working. I have a backup that I’m using at the moment and while it’s able to charge my phone, it’s starting to fray and I’m not feeling too good about the wires that I’m starting to see hahaha. I just don’t know how to take care of my cables, guys. Anyway, this question made me paranoid so I took a few minutes to wrap a shit ton of electrical tape on the frayed area so I think it’s all good for now.

Are you excited to pick out your wedding dress one day? I like thinking about my wedding but I truthfully dread the wedding gown part. I’ve never been able to decide what look and style suits me best and I’ve just never been good at determining things like that. I like to imagine that I’d leave that bit to whoever my maid of honor will be, because I’d definitely prize a second opinion more than my own.

When was the last time you felt relieved? Yesterday, 6 PM when I exited the last Google Meet for the day. It was a Friday night and it meant my work week was over :)) I mean I love what I do, but Friday nights will always hit differently.

Does it bother you when an artist remakes a song that one has previously done? I wouldn’t say it bothers me but covers are definitely a hit or miss for me, with way more misses than hits. Nothing wrong with acts putting their own spin on an already existing song, but I’m personally the “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” type when it comes to music.

What brand of chapstick do you use? I don’t use any mainly because I’m bound to lose them within a week. Same goes for other care products.

Do you really think someone could be perfect? No. Everyone has their flaws and that should be okay to acknowledge.

When was the last time you cried? Wednesday, I think. It’s been three days! I’d count that as an achievement. But idk, my sadness comes in waves so I shouldn’t be celebrating too early. I’m sure I’ll feel a pang soon and be crying again over the weekend.

What’s a food that you like every once in awhile but not often? Cake. Too sweet and rich; I wouldn’t enjoy eating it every day. What letter is the song you’re listening to under? Not listening to music, but I have a YouTube video on.

Would you rather visit the 60s or 70s? 60s would be the lesser evil, I guess. I would NOT want to live through Martial Law in the 70s...I originally wasn’t even going to go with 60s because I think the world was a bit chaotic at the time, but I think my country was mostly unaffected by the political/cultural things happening then so it’s whatever.

Are you the type of person that enjoys getting hugs? I don’t actively seek them out but it feels nice when someone likes me enough to extend their arms out to me for a hug. I haven’t been hugged for a while and I feel kinda empty.

Do your socks say anything on them? I think some of my socks have the brand name on them but that’s it.

Name a TV channel that only has three letters in it. AMC.

Have you found out who your true friends are? For now, yes.

Gray or Grey? I use both spellings for no particular context. I simply like changing it up lol.

Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon? LOL of course not. And I’m very picky when it comes to concerts that I choose to attend anyway, so I doubt I would’ve bought any tickets in the last six months even without Covid unless it was for Paramore or Beyoncé.

Have you seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Did you like it? Nope, but everyone was hyping that movie up when it came out. It never really looked like my thing < Yeah pretty much. I feel like it’s such a teenage-y movie so I was never drawn to it. I also think it would be too triggering for my depression, so I’ve felt wary about checking both book and movie out.

Is there something you’d fall apart if you didn’t have? One of my biggest fears is to end up alone, so I always have to have some form of a support system to fall back into. I would be very lost if I didn’t have at least one person to rely on.

How many weddings have you been to? I can think of four off the top of my head. I was either a flower girl or a junior bridesmaid for all of those.

When you smile, are you confident? Most times I am; I like to smile. But sometimes I smile just to fake it and avoid any questions.

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? Yesss, all the time. I’ve always been all about following the rules and I’ve never seen the appeal in breaking them. That makes me sound boring but at least I’ve never gotten in serious trouble lol.

Was the weather beautiful today? For me it is, but only because I like the rain and cloudy weather. Others might find it bleak and sad, but I feel right at home.

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? Yeah, all year long.

Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? If I had my dream modern/brutalist home, grey would be soooo fucking perfect for the bedroom.

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? I’m open to it, but I don’t think it’ll be a good match for my black hair as both are darker shades as it is. If I could dye my hair I’d pick lighter colors like green or even go all the way to blonde.

Have you ever gone to a private school? Yeah, from kindergarten all the way to high school. Private schools here typically give a better quality of education and they don’t give off the for-lazy-spoiled-kids vibe that I always hear from private schools in other countries, which makes them the norm for middle and upper-middle class families.

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? I have other favorite animated movies, but that doesn’t stop me from loving Finding Nemo. :) I would always tune in for the whole thing if it were on.

Does/Did your school have a uniform? I had to wear one in my first school, but I didn’t need one for college.

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? No TV where I am. I think my parents are watching a movie on their TV, but it’s on Netflix rather than a channel.

Does your house have security cameras? It does not.

Does a popsicle sound good right now? Eh, I guess it sounds fine but I’d rather have a pint of ice cream. I think that fits better with the weather and the mood that I’m in today.

What’s your favorite exercise workout? My weight training class last year was a lot of fun. I always felt dead after every session haha but I definitely felt healthier. I wish the semester had gone on longer just for that one class.

What’s your favorite thing to do? Lol I love doing many different things < Same lmao this question is so vague??? My favorite thing to do these days is binge-watch Rhett and Link content, but I like doing so many other things too.

What did you do for your 17th birthday? I was with Gabie that day and we went to a local art museum, as well as to a restaurant that she had wanted to take me to.

Does your local Walmart have benches in them to rest? We don’t have Walmarts.

Was your favorite stuffed animal really a teddy bear growing up? I never had stuffed animals. Well I was given a few of them as gifts, but I was never into them and they always ended up being owned by my sister.

If your house was haunted, what would you do? Not even think about it. Just show them that I couldn’t care less, lol.

Are you good at swimming? I can do a few strokes and am pretty good at treading, but I'm prone to panic-kicking when I can tell that the water is too deep.

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? Slow internet is such a pain in the ass. Shouldn’t even have to be an issue in 2020 anymore.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? Cat-called, whistled at, winked at, lunged at. One good thing about this lockdown is that I haven’t had to deal with men as much as I used to. Do you sleep with the sheets tucked in or out? Well I only have one layer of bedsheet and it’s the one that covers up the mattress, so it’s tucked in by default. I have a blanket to cover me up when I’m cold.

What do you do to fall asleep faster? I find a few videos to watch as that tends to make me feel sleepy the quickest.

Do you carry a bottle of water wherever you go? I used to have a tumbler/water bottle in college but I forgot it at the gym one day and when I came back for it, somebody already stole it :( It was such a handy water bottle because it kept my water cold all day, so it sucks that I lost it. I’m planning to buy the same model again soon.

Are you afraid that one day you might get cancer? It doesn’t really run in my family save for one grand-aunt who had cancer, so I’m not too worried. But I’ve accepted the fact that it is at least a possibility.

Are you a fast or slow walker? I like being in the middle. Slow walkers are annoying so I try not to be one, and walking fast just reminds me of my mom and how quickly she walks at malls when she’s supposed to be spending time with her family lol.

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? No. They all fit me just fine.

Does it bother you when people’s underwear hangs out? Eghhh, it really does. I know it shouldn’t but it really does. I just feel like it’s so invasive and it gives me a lot of secondhand embarassment.

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? Not really. I like staying safe with my hair. The most daring thing I’ve done with it is get bangs tbh, and I don’t plan on going any further than that.

When’s your birthday? April 21st.

What age do you look forward to reaching? I don’t feel that way about any age. Whenever I reach ultimate satisfaction and security will be a good enough age for me.

Name a state that begins with the letter M. Minnesota.

What’s the first thing you do after a car accident? Think about how to tell my parents. D:

What do you use to get rid of bad breath? Brush my teeth, drink water.

What exercise do you hate the most? Pull-ups.

What do you do at a party? Drink, socialize, tell stories, eat allllllll the food ha.

#survey #surveys

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azoraahai · 5 years ago

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quarantine tag game

i was tagged by the sweetie @oreostars!!! alright let’s just jump into this

are you staying home from school/work? yep! i came home a little over two weeks ago from college! if anyone had seen my stress/rant posts, then y’all would know it was not fun nor easy packing up my dorm room by myself lol.

if you’re staying home, who is there with you? my momma, step-dad, older brother, and my baby boy ( aka my dog ). the gang’s all here in one house.

are you a homebody? yes and no. im naturally an extrovert, but i do l o v e having downtime, especially at night. im also a people person ( which is funny bc i also have social anxiety ) so im not vibing with this situation at all. like i cant even hang out with my besties and i miss them a lot 🥺

an event that you were looking forward that got canceled? my 19th bday is basically cancelled which sucks major ass bc i was gonna have plans with my best friend at college. andddd we were gonna see bw together but even that’s not happening so big big big sad. thankfully, i got to go on vacation with my family right before everything got super out of hand so at least i had that.

what movies have you watched recently? uhhhh, a lot. let’s see um 1917 ( beautiful btw ), jumanji 2 ( saw it in theaters but i love it a lot ), room ( brie larson continues to slay ), triple frontier ( alright but hella intense ), frozen 2 ( again, saw it in theaters but my mom hadnt seen it so i watched it with her ), the hunger games, john mulaney netflix specials ( the only white comedian we stan ) and probably more but i cant remember off the top of my head. oh and ofc rewatching sw since i have no life.

what shows are you watching? ohhh god uh a lot. i’ve watched all of love is blind ( i love “reality” tv ) and im happy about the results. im currently catching up on queer eye and im almost done ( i love karamo so much i would d i e for that man ), lost ( so far its alright ), and revenge ( evc can kill me and i would thank her ). im rewatching spn ( older seasons they’re the best lets be real ), the witcher ( amazing ), altered carbon ( amazing ), tcw ( amazingggggg ), swr ( amazinggggggg ) and i think thats about it. im mainly watching revenge and the new episodes of tcw rn tho.

what music are you listening to? pretty much my playlists on spotify @ whittymores. besides that, i listen to whatever is popular nowadays or i suddenly have a disney moment and will not stop belting out the classic songs.

what are you reading? lol what????

what are you doing for self-care? tbh,,,,, nothing. and its kinda bad but ive lost all the ability to care tbh. but i did do online makeup shopping so i guess that’s self care in a way. oH AND I GOT ICE CREAM AND PIZZA BAGELS SO THAT COUNTS

tagging: @caroldnvers @mlmanakin @jedikencbi @moirei @emiliachrstine @iron-parkr @poe-tato-dameron @kenobi-jinn @freakingbradleys @fleetwoodmcs and honestly whoever wants to do this lol

#tag games #im so bored and tired that im actually doing one of these lol #joey talks

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According to some people, Mark Harmon is best known to his fans as Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs on CBS’s hit drama series NCIS. Those people are wrong, of course, because he’s always going to be Freddy Shoop, a summer school teacher in over his head in 1987’s appropriately-titled Summer School. Harmon turns the ripe, young age of 63 today, and it’s clearer than ever that this man is in possession of a map that leads to the Fountain of Youth, because Harmon ages with grace, am I right, ladies? In fact, while it’s no wonder why this actor was named People’s Sexiest Man Alive in 1986, it is rather shocking that he never received that accolade again, specifically in 1987, when the most important work of his career was released.

The coke-fueled era of the 1980s in Hollywood was filled with more high school movies about slackers and smartasses than anyone actually needed, especially when it came to featuring students who looked like they were older than the teachers. Summer School was always perhaps the most underrated of the decade’s tributes to slackademics (trademark pending) because what it lacked in the typical star power of, say, a John Hughes film, it more than made up for in creating arguably the most creative collection of “teenage” dipshits than any film of the genre. At the same time, it showed that Harmon, who was probably best known at the time for his role as the HIV-positive Dr. Robert Caldwell on St. Elsewhere, had a strong sense of comedy, while also confirming (along with her debut on Cheers that same year) that Kirstie Alley was much, much more than just a really attractive Vulcan.

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Summer School isn’t just some cult classic that people love to mention whenever someone randomly asks, “Hey, whatever happened to Dean Cameron?” It was actually well-received at the box office, earning $36 million in theaters on what I assume was a budget of a few rolls of nickels and someone’s baseball card collection. Critics, however, were a little more mixed on this mindless comedy, as Roger Ebert gave it one-half star out of four, which sounds a lot better than one star out of eight, so you know what? I’ll take it.

Maybe in the movie business we could coin the term vaporfilm, for movies that zip right through our brains without hitting any memory molecules.

“Summer School” is a movie like that, a comedy so listless, leisurely and unspirited that it was an act of the will for me to care about it, even while I was watching it. This movie has no particular reason for being, other than to supply employment for people whose job possibilities will not be enhanced by it. (Via RogerEbert.com)

Here’s a tip for all of you aspiring film critics out there, courtesy of King Ebert – if you’re watching a movie with a title as lazy as Summer School, and the opening of the film features a school’s teachers trying to haul ass after the bell on the last day of the semester so they don’t get suckered into teaching the titular course, get up and walk out. Leave the movie for those of us who love to watch stupid movies and go to the next theater to watch and analyze La Bamba. Perhaps that’s why the fan reviews of Summer School on Netflix seem to be so glowing, as I only found three that were two stars or less. In fact, here’s the worst of them all:

Nothing but trash. Nothing worth seeing. Degenerate teens in bad need of harsh discipline. It’s depressing to think that so many young people actually enjoy this trash. This movie is immediately available from NF while so many more interesting ones languish in the ‘saved’ section, or in ‘short wait’, ‘long wait’, or ‘very long wait’ status. Just one more nail in the coffin of American culture, or lack thereof.

Thank God Armond White weighed in. The majority of people, myself included, fondly remember Summer School for what it is – a fun, stupid movie that was meant to make us laugh, while perhaps also rubbing our noses in the awesomeness of 80s California if we didn’t live there. But I’ll take this analysis one step further by laying out these 10 very important lessons that I took away from Summer School after watching it this morning, in paying tribute to Harmon, a man who was Kevin Costner before Kevin Costner was Kevin Costner.

Always put sunglasses on your dog.

Fact: 100% of movie posters that have dogs wearing sunglasses on them are movies that I’m willing to at least watch. The movie could be called This Dog Dies from Space AIDS, and I’d still be curious to see why that dog is wearing sunglasses.

Always have an escape plan.

When everybody else is hauling ass from the faculty parking lot at the last second, there’s no reason that you shouldn’t already be packed for your trip to Hawaii. I don’t like to point fingers, but Mr. Shoop’s girlfriend is clearly at fault here. All she had to do was pack the car for him, and he could have jumped in and taken off for the airport. Instead, Kim kicked her man while he was down and not only snatched her ticket to Hawaii from the pocket of his rad flowered shirt, but she also told him to drive her to the airport. I don’t mean to offend anyone who is overprotective of fictional characters, but I hope that Kim was eventually fed to the volcano gods.

Also, let’s consider this a lesson within a lesson – would you walk away from your teaching job right now if someone handed you a winning lottery ticket for $50,000? I say no. Just pass all of the morons while you spend the class time reading up on investment opportunities.

Never be afraid to encourage the creativity of your students.

https://youtu.be/-5Pku48YPFo

The true sign of a teacher’s efforts in a classroom is how far the students are willing to go to show others their appreciation of his work. In Shoop’s case, once he resigned because his students were greedy little pricks, those same students objected to a new teacher taking over the class by staging a gruesome and horrifying murder scene, complete with two of the students wielding chainsaws, declaring themselves psychopaths and thus taking credit for the violence. Of course, I can’t stress this enough, no high school students should ever think about trying to recreate this scene today.

On a side note, and I hate to nitpick true artistic masterpieces, if you’re going to have a severed hand pull a dude’s tongue out of his mouth and slap him with it, it’s really important that he not blink. Damn it, people, we need accuracy.

Being a male teacher in California in 1987 was probably terrifying.

https://youtu.be/farC0cWkpvc

Between Summer School and Revenge of the Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise, 1987 was a huge year for Courtney Thorne-Smith. Hell, both movies came out in the same week in July, when she was just 19 years old and poised to become the next big things in terms of girls that all teen boys wanted to marry. Unfortunately, her movie career never really panned out, as the last live action role she had on the big screen was as Natalie in the Carrot Top hot fart Chairman of the Board. Her TV career was obviously a lot better, but that’s neither here nor there. Having her play a lovelorn surf goddess crushing on Shoop probably lured a lot of guys to the teaching profession, only to have them learn the hard way that prison sucks.

Additionally, there was the foreign exchange student Anna-Maria Mazarelli, who would grow up to win our hearts as Alotta Fagina. Was it standard procedure for foreign exchange students to be shoved into remedial English classes upon arrival? Sure.

It’s important to support fine arts programs.

https://youtu.be/u0kF24ceZMI

When I write about how hilarious it was how Hollywood tried to make us buy that some actors were teenagers when they were clearly at least a decade older, Ken Olandt is really Exhibit A. The guy who played Larry, the sleeping student by day and male stripper by night, was actually 29 when he was portraying a 17-year old, which is pretty hard to pass when very few teenage boys A) look like that and B) are hired to shake their dongs in strip clubs. Still, glaring age gaps and statutory and employment laws aside, it was nice to see that Shoop was so cool about Larry’s awesome after-school job. That is until he was busted by his mom and presumably spent the next decade in therapy.

It’s not lying if the company ripped you off in the first place.

The first time that I ever saw Summer School, I was convinced that the part about writing letters to companies to get free stuff would work every time. I spent a lot of time trying to write letters to the companies that made my favorite toys, so I could convince them that the action figures and especially the vehicles that I couldn’t afford had been broken. But then I realized that I might be called on my BS, and guys in suits might show up to my home demanding to see the broken toys, and then I’d be screwed and sent off to prison for lying. Ultimately, owning Krang’s fortress wasn’t worth a life spent in prison making license plates, which is how TV and movies taught me that license plates were made.

Jail in California looks very scary.

I still don’t know what the guy with the mustache is doing with his hand, but it’s really scary and I don’t want to ever have someone do that to me, so I’ve chosen to lead a life on the straight and narrow. Thank you, Summer School, for teaching us that jail is filled with scary perverts who want to do bad things to shirtless men on roller skates.

No matter the risk, steal your boss’s girlfriend.

https://youtu.be/B7ZTNm5o780

Vice Principal Gills was a pretty big bite in the ass, so we had to cheer for Shoop in pursuit of Robin Bishop, because Shoop was the coolest and his girlfriend had only recently taken off for Hawaii without him. Sure, Robin was kind of stuck up because she questioned the legitimacy of taking students to something as awesome as a petting zoo, which produced adorable moments like this:

And she also wore a denim shirt tucked into a different shade of denim skirt, because it was the 80s, but she had a good heart and she just wanted what was best for all students, even if it meant agreeing to a date with Shoop to get there. Also, Gills looked like a total goober-douche, and there’s no reason he should have been with Robin.

Education can be a compromise.

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Is Alan Eakien one of the most underrated teen nerds of cinema? I say yes. That kid may have been dumber than rocks compared to his genius brothers, but he negotiated circles around Shoop. In exchange for a slightly-above-half-assed effort from less than half of the original class roster*, Shoop’s couch was set on fire, his goldfish murdered and car wrecked, bookending that whole going to jail for the two D-bags thing. Things could have been considerably worse, too, because Robin could have tried to get him banned from teaching for the rest of his life for allowing a female student to live with him.

But ultimately Shoop sacrificed so much for the sake of helping a few of his students learn some lessons about life, since they didn’t all pass their exams. Is he a good teacher for that or was he just an idiot being taken advantage of by other idiots? Especially idiots who looked like this:

Being an idiot isn’t all that bad, so long as you’re not a total idiot.

https://youtu.be/8fvhchY0UmY

Hey, in the end, some of those kids passed their exams, and the most important of them all was Pam, because that meant she could move on and not try to make it so Shoop returned to jail. This guy went from being just a run-of-the-mill bro’s bro gym teacher to making an impact in the lives of some kids who looked like they were grown adults. Sure, he couldn’t even talk a 17-year old out of stripping, and he allowed some of his students to treat the foreign exchange student like a sex model, but Freddy Shoop probably learned more than anyone.

Also, he totally stole the douchebag Vice Principal’s girlfriend, and Wonder Mutt found Bobby again in the end, so this really was a movie with a beautiful and happy ending.

#Summer School (1987)#Freddy Shoop #Robin Bishop #Mark Harmon #Kirstie Alley

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96thdayofrage · 5 years ago

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That’s a bold statement right? Oprah Winfrey is what most people consider to be the epitome of black excellence. She is a rags to riches story and a story of overcoming childhood sexual trauma and poverty to gain extreme wealth which she uses to “empower women” and “give representation to black women in media”. And in a lot of ways that is true. Oprah’s face every weekday on ABC was definitely something that made way for black women in the entertainment industry and journalism. She supports black directors like Ava Duvernay and Tyler Perry. She “gives back to the community”. What’s not to like about Oprah, right? PLENTY. Plenty is not to like about Oprah and her thirty year long career has PLENTY of anti-blackness, misogynoir, and dirtiness; which should honestly be expected. No one gets that rich without playing the game.

Reasons I don’t fuck with Oprah: The semi-comprehensive rant.

Oprah caters to the white feminist gaze. If you need context on what I mean by this please check out my article: ““Aint I a Woman?”- Feminism, the Illusion of Inclusion, and Historic Betrayal of White Women”. The demographic that Oprah has targeted for viewership of her talk show, and for her magazine are white women. Any episode of her show will feature a mostly white woman audience. This is possible because white women have more economic mobility to be stay at home mothers than black women. And in knowing this, Oprah’s show catered to it’s demographic. Being a registered and loud democrat her show was also HIGHLY liberal in its topics.

She was known for asking the hard questions- which in this context means “willing to gaslight and use dog whistle tactics on her black guests”- especially her black women guests.

One instance of this is when she interviewed Toni Braxton after Braxton filed for bankruptcy in 1998. Toni was embarrassed from having found herself in this situation. She was in an abusive record contract with La Face where she was only making $0.35 per album.

For context, La Face also famously fucked over TLC and in 1995 they had to file bankruptcy as well. Toni had FIVE Grammys and had sold over $170 million in records.

With TLC going bankrupt, the conversation on black women artists in the industry and specifically the record label in question fucking black women artists over was a part of public consciousness… for the black community. But for her white feminist, neo-liberal audience, Oprah wasn’t asking questions about why this continued to happen to black women. The specific abuses of this record company were COMPLETELY glazed over. She chose instead to GASLIGHT THE FUCK out of Toni- essentially victim blaming her for being taken advantage of by her record company. She also asked Toni very pointed questions about why the then five time Grammy winner felt like she had the right to spend the money she should have been earning. Toni is noticeably hurt, embarrassed, and confused by the questions and has been vocal about her feelings in that moment. Oprah is trash as fuck for this shit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftLjr4CQcrQ

In another instance of shitting on a black woman, Mo’Nique has also been vocal about her dislike of Oprah. Mo’Nique worked with Oprah for Precious. Oprah asked permission for herself to interview Mo’Nique’s brother who molested her as a child. Mo’Nique approved, but declined her own attendance, then confided in Oprah PRIVATELY about issues with her mother. It was clear that there was no love between Mo’Nique and her mother. Oprah responded by inviting Mo’Nique’s mother and father on the show and interviewing them as well. She also allowed Gerald to “give his side” and talk about how he was hurt by talking about her abuse at this hand and paint himself as a victim, while her mother and father tell how they’re upset that she talked about this and should’ve been discussed within the family (but they all agreed to come to the show).

Oprah allowed Mo’Nique’s family, and her abuser to gaslight her on national TV. And in the interview, Oprah also acknowledged that she was aware of the beef between Mo’Nique and her mother at the time.

Mo’Nique explains her side of the story here: https://youtu.be/Jb6N7aw61z8

Mo’Nique confronted Oprah about going behind her back and Oprah said she would “check into it” and never called back. Mo’Nique then confronted Oprah the next time they saw each other in person and Oprah issued a half assed apology. Oprah, Tyler Perry, and Lee Daniels then engaged in a smear campaign labeling Mo’Nique as difficult to work with because she was not okay with Oprah exploiting her trauma in ways she didn’t approve. Mo’Nique’s career suffered as a result. Mo’Nique is still fighting the effect this has had on her career and even recently has called out Oprah again about her silence on her Netflix boycott and black women not being paid what they’re worth in Hollywood.

Oprah has been loudly silent recently as well, claiming she’s not going to “meet negative energy where it is”… but she was willing to meet Mo’Nique’s abusers (in more ways than one) and exploit her trauma. TRASH.

Oprah has several problematic business relationships and personal relationships. Her most notable one is with Donald Trump himself. They were so close that Donald Trump once remarked in 1999 that he considered her as a running mate. He even echoed the sentiment in 2015 when he was running. Oprah and Trump have an over 30 year relationship and he has been on her show several times, with the most recent being in 2011. The first known (at least to the indication of my research) appearance of his on her talk show was in 1988. We are now real aware of the kind of vile, racist, sexually abusive, and all around terrible human being he is- but how is Oprah guilty by association if his political views weren’t publicly known until his 2016 presidential run? Answer: Donald Trump has been a racist as long as he’s been a public figure.

Examples of Donald Trump’s historical racism include: being found to discriminate against black renters in the 1970’s, racist treatment of black employees at his hotels and casinos, calling for the death penalty of the Central Park 5 in 1989 (and maintaining that they were guilt in 2016 which is ten years after they were exonerated), stating in 1989 that “well educated blacks have privilege”, blatant racism on Obama’s birth, and this is all before he ever started his political campaign in 2015 with more blatant racism. And this is the man that Oprah gave a platform on her show several times and never inquired about the lawsuits, the sexual assault accusations, nor his political views. And seeing as though he was close enough to her to see her as a potential running mate- I understand why those questions never came up.

Toni Braxton’s Gucci silverware was much, much more important.

Oprah’s Harpo studios have done a lot of work with the Weinstein company. Weinstein is the man behind the co-opting of the #MeToo movement by white feminists. The #MeToo movement was started by Tarana Burke, a black woman who has all been erased from the #MeToo narrative in favor of pretty, white actresses. According to the actresses who have accused Weinstein of assault and harassment, his behavior was no secret. Oprah, as an insider to the business had to have been aware of who this man was and still chose to work with him. Weinstein also used his relationship with and proximity to Oprah to lure in women.

This, of course, is not her fault, but is also easily avoidable by not having a close relationship with a serial sexual abuser.

I don’t kiss on folks I don’t know that well- personally.

Proponents of Oprah often times cite her humanitarian efforts as a means to justify her as a “Black leader” or black excellence, but many are not aware that most celebrities only donate what they would have had to pay in taxes, and Oprah, as an incredibly wealthy woman would have to pay A LOT in taxes. Some of her tales of generosity have amounted to serious harm for its recipients. For example- the recipients of the famous car giveaway found that after being forced to pay taxes on the car, it was much more trouble than it was worth and most couldn’t afford to keep it. At her famous, glamorous school in south Africa, tales of her covering up knowledge and inaction of sexual assault being committed there is ripe. It is also notable that on the list of official charities that she has been known to contribute to- none of them are black women specific with the exception of the Girl’s school. As someone who caters to white liberals, I don’t exactly expect them to.

I grew up in Chicago and went to Harper High School for one year before transferring to a private Catholic school on a scholarship. Oprah featured the school on her show in 2006, then followed up in 2010 (the year after I transferred out). Oprah offered no financial aid to the students of Harper High School who she used for trauma porn. The student exchange program started by the show did continue, however, for a few years after she came and left.

Arne Duncan attempted to “turnaround” the school and gave it some funds, but due to the actual socioeconomic issues that were affecting student enrollment, attendance, and motivation never being addressed, mental health services never being addressed or offered, the violence in the outside community never being addressed, and the actual infrastructure of the school continuing to fall into dilapidation- the turnaround failed.

Arne Duncan never saw the turnatound through- he left Chicago to be Secretary of Education for Obama in 2008, the year I arrived at Harper as a student.

As someone who was an actual student of Harper, but came from a private education the year prior and the years after- it feels like a prison.

It is a place that sucks the motivation from even the brightest students. The work was not challenging to me. The services for students who were gifted and motivated like me were limited and I found myself coasting through because the workload wasn’t challenging. I can understand how students with hard home lives, with different educational ability levels, and with different levels of motivation could walk into that prison and never see or want anything more from their education. Having witnessed this first hand and walked away without offering aid is disgusting of Oprah.

Oprah answered questions about the opening of her South African school in 2007 with the logic ”If you ask the kids what they want or need, they will say an iPod or some sneakers. In South Africa, they don’t ask for money or toys. They ask for uniforms so they can go to school.” Her inaction is loud. She met with Harper students who were literally asking for the same standards of education as white suburban children, opened a school elsewhere without providing any resources, then went on her show and said “I believe, just as I know all of you watching believe, that every American child deserves the best school” and encouraged people to go to Standup.com for aid instead. She has no problems with broadcasting the trauma of black children so her white viewers can feel like they helped. She has no problems walking away from the same black children she just exploited without providing them resources, then further going to the media and claiming that the black children in the city she claims as home doesn’t want or deserve them. Fuck Oprah.

And yes- this one IS personal.

In the years since Oprah has ignored the cries for help from inner city Chicago kids for better education- CPS (Chicago Public Schools) has gone on a full scale assault on those same children, closing and targeting schools of children in poor black and latino neighborhoods for closure and forcing them to travel longer distances, into unfamiliar and unsafe territories. This is marked by the CPS “ Safe Passage” program where CPS now pays adults to stand on corners on the new routes to these schools and protect children who are in unfamiliar neighborhoods on their way to school. CPS has announced the closure of ALL FOUR high schools in the Englewood area, Harper will close at the end of this year. This means ALL Englewood high school students will have no high school in their neighborhood.

Oprah had a chance to make a real difference here ten years ago and decided these kids weren’t worth it. It is honestly disgusting. But let Oprah tell it- these kids don’t want or deserve more.

Oprah’s Golden Globes Speech this year was when I had officially had enough of her white feminist, neo-liberal nonsense, and pandering to white sensibilities at the cost of erasing the pain of black women and children. In this speech, Oprah compared the historical sexual and racial abuse experienced by black women and girls (like the assaults she covered up at her school) to this pretty little white elite #MeToo movement (the one that calls out her buddies Trump and Weinstein, and has erased black women like Tarana Burke). Erasure and exploitation of black women and children and our trauma for white feminists to feel some sick sense of Munchausen’s by proxy is honestly repulsive.

Their struggle has never been ours.

Oprah has been recently more on the producing side, giving opportunities to black women in film like Ava DuVernay. Most of Oprah’s credit in the black community come from her acting and producing career on the grounds that she provides representation for black people in media. I have a counter for that as well. How many films has Oprah produced that she did not also star in, thus making them self serving? Of those few- how many were actually targeted to African American demographics? Queen Sugar and Greenleaf have found a home on her network- as has Iyanla: Fix My Life- but with those exceptions- Oprah’s body of work is just more neo-liberal white feminist stories about fighting for white approval and acceptance and furthering the idea that proximity to whiteness is an accomplishment. This is an idea that’s just as damaging to black audiences as lack of representation at all.

Her stories also seem to either be black women trauma porn (on theme) or integrationalist. This is most interesting to me, as her projects that are not geared towards black audiences like The Hundred Foot Journey, don’t have these same themes.

The family of one of her films The Great Debaters is currently suing her- claiming she never paid for the rights to their patriarch’s story. She used her promotional tour for Selma to down talk the young, black, grassroots protesters against police brutality in Ferguson. This is a very stark contrast, considering that she is now offering thousands of dollars to support protesters of school shootings in Florida, whom are also grassroots, but also not mostly black and are also in line with the neo-liberal political agenda.

Between Oprah’s dicey connections in the industry, her respectability politics, her exploitation of black pain, her gas lighting of black women in crisis, and her erasure of black women’s SPECIFIC intersectionality for white women’s gaze and coin- I find no qualms with making the following statement:

FUCK OPRAH.

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Let’s start off with some basics. What’s your name? Stephanie. How old are you? 30. What’s your hair and eye color? Brown eyes and naturally dark hair (I dye it red, though). How tall are you? I’d be like 5′4. What’s your relationship status? Single.

Alright, enough of that. Let’s move on to the random shit.

What’s your favorite song? I have a lot of favorites. I could never just choose one. What does that song mean? What is the message behind it? Is it your favorite because you relate to it, or do you just like the beat? Both. Like I said, I have many favorites. Also, a song can be a favorite for the memories attached to it. Have any pets? If so, what are they and what’s their names? I do. I have a 2 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia.

Have you ever met your idol? I don’t consider him my idol now, but in high school I was a big fan of Drake Bell and I got to meet him twice. If so, were they nice or were they kind of an ass? He was very nice. What’s your favorite method of gaming? (PC, Xbox, Playstation, etc) Nintendo Switch. If you’re in college, what’s your major and why did you pick it? I graduated with my BA in psych a few years ago. How’re you doing today? Today was alright. What color are your bedroom walls? They’re white. Describe your favorite shirt. All my graphic tees. I have a pretty big collection going on. Use this space to tell someone off. Nah. What’s your view on smart watches? Cool or a waste of money? I personally don’t see the need, but I guess for others it’s convenient. What is one poster that you have hanging on your bedroom wall of? A water color painting of a giraffe I purchased at a crafts fair. How many times have you moved in your life? Only once I’m old enough to remember, but I think maybe a total of 4 times. If you moved, do you like where you are now better than where you were? We literally moved next door to where we lived before lmao. The landlord was remodeling this one and wanted to do the same to ours, so they offered for us to move into this one when it was finished. What’s your favorite color and why? Pastels, dusty rose, coral, mint green, and yellow. They’re aesthetically pleasing to me. Do you have a calendar? If so, what’s the theme? I just received my new Alexander Skarsgard calendar for 2020. This really sweet person online makes them and sent me my first one a couple years ago and then reached out again to me recently to see if I wanted another, which of course I did. Have any famous person’s autographs? Drake Bell, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Jim Carrey. Do you draw well? Nope. What type of cell phone do you have? iPhone XR. Should you be doing anything else right now or are you just bored? I don’t have anything else I should be doing. If you’re in school/college, what’s your favorite subject and why? Are you a cat or a dog person? Why? Dog person.

Tell me about the plot of your favorite book. I have many favorite books. I’ve told ya’ll, I suck at choosing favorites. I just can’t possibly choose one. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I wear glasses. What do you think about horror movies? I enjoy them now, which is something I wouldn’t have said like 4 years ago. I’ve just really gotten into them. If you love them (I do), what’s your favorite? Okay, okay here’s something I can pick a few top faves for: It 2017 and It Chapter 2, the Halloween movies, and the Scream movies. Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? Yeppp I’m actually done with my Christmas shopping already, which is shocking for me. Do you do Black Friday shopping or wait for Cyber Monday? I do both. My Black Friday shopping is done online, too. Many stores have had Black Friday sales going on for weeks and extended through the weekend. Cyber Monday sales are going on all week as well. It’s so much better doing it online. No crowds or chaos. Have any mental illnesses? Yes. What’s your favorite word and why? *shrug* What is the most expensive thing you own, and what is it? My laptop. Did you buy that item yourself? No, it was a gift from my dad. Where do you work and what is your postion? I don’t. How often do you cuss? Rarely. What type of car do you drive, if any? I don’t. Are you happy with it? If no, what’s your dream car? Do you have a lot of social media accounts? Which ones? Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat. What is your favorite genre of music? I like variety, but according to Spotify my top 4 genres are: Pop, hip hop, rock, and r&b. Does your family have holiday traditions? If so, what are they? For Thanksgiving we have Thanksgiving dinner and for Christmas we decorate the tree together and put up decorations, have Christmas Eve dinner and then watch A Christmas Story (TBS plays it for 24 hours straight and I like to keep my TV on the channel all night so I fall asleep and wake up to it), and opening presents Christmas morning with A Christmas Story on in the background. When I was a kid we used to drive around town looking at all the lights and decorations. If you’re in a relationship, are you happy with it? I’m single. How long have you been with your significant other? Do you like psychology? (It’s my college major). I do. I majored in it as well. What is something your state is popularly known for? I feel like people associate California with Hollywood and celebrities, and beaches. Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? I like the idea of doing them haha. I wish I was crafty and creative and had the inspiration and motivation to do them. Do you watch sports or do you think they’re overrated? I’m not into sports. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? Hmm. Do you straighten your hair? I haven’t in years. Ever dyed your hair a color that isn’t natural? (blue, pink, etc) I dye it red. How’s your relationship with your parents? Great. I’m really close to my mom, she’s the best mom and also my best friend. Do you still live with them or do you have your own house? I live with them. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? I’m broke now after Christmas shopping, but I don’t care. I love buying gifts for my family. Next month I have to start saving up for my vacation. Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? No. Ever done drugs? Just weed. Tell me one of your worst habits. Biting/picking at my lips and picking at acne and scabs. What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? I cook my Ramen for 6 minutes, alternating between stirring and not stirring. Like one minute I stir, the next minute I don’t, etc. If you game, what type of headset do you use? I just play with my Nintendo Switch. I don’t use a headset. I’ve never used a headset while playing any game console. What type of computer do you own, and do you like it? I have a MacBook Air. I love it. What’s the thing that annoys you the most? I’m such an irritable person. Sometimes it can be any little thing. What brand of TV do you have? Phillips Roku TV. Are you excited for Christmas? (It’s December 1st today when I made this) I love Christmastime. Tell me about your favorite vacation you’ve taken. Disneyland trips, beach trips, mountain area trips, and the trip my family and I took to visit my grandpa in Idaho one summer. My aunts, one of my uncles, a lot of my cousins, my mom, brother, and I all took the long road trip to go visit my grandpa for a week and we had the best time. It meant even more because he suddenly passed away just a few months later. :( We had no idea it would be our last time.

Tell me something cool about yourself. Lol there’s nothing cool about me. Did/do you get good grades in school/college? I got A’s and B’s. What’s your ringtone on your phone? Just one that came with the phone. I didn’t choose it. What’s your favorite store to shop in? Target, Hot Topic, Boxlunch, and Kohl’s. If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy and why? I’d have to pay off my debt first and foremost. I’d pay off my parents and brothers’ as well. How long have you had a Bzoink account? I don’t have a Bzoink account.

Ever been to Field of Screams? If so, what’s your favorite attraction? Never heard of that one specifically, but I’m guessing it’s one of those things with like haunted hay rides, haunted houses, and people in scary costumes that jump out at you and whatnot. Those kinds of things are not my thing. I love horror movies, but I’m not about people jumping out at me and giving me literal jump scares. Nooo thank you. Do you own a Polaroid camera? No. Do you have hardwood floor in your room or carpet? Carpet. It’s a Saturday night, what are you typically doing? Same stuff I do everyday. Do you have a lot of friends or do you not have any at all? I don’t have any. That’s completely my own doing. :/ What’s your all time favorite movie and why? I have too many. How many blankets do you sleep with at night? Just one.

What’s the last TV show you watched? Did you enjoy it? KUWTK. Do you prefer cable TV or do you use Netflix? I have stuff I like to watch on TV and I like using streaming devices. Disney+ has been my latest obsession. What is your dream job and why? I don’t have one. :/ Do you think you would be a good therapist? No. What’s your favorite brand of clothing? I don’t have a particular favorite brand. Did you like this survey? It was fine.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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teen--marvel · 5 years ago

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Good morning, world and all who inhabit it ☀️

At the time of typing this, it’s 8:45AM. So, get ready for a tangent/explanation that I don’t really need to share, but kind of want to. If I’ve tagged anyone, feel free to ignore ✌🏻

As a majority of my followers know, I started out a health blog (which is where most of you came from). Still into it, but as the years have gone by, my interests have changed just a tad.

Around 2013, I jumped headfirst into the Teen Wolf fandom. Yes, I talk about this show a lot, don’t judge. (Which also means I jumped into the Dylan O’Brien fandom headfirst...)

Anyway, didn’t really talk about that interest, just said what I was feeling about the episodes I caught up on and watched weekly, and sometimes I didn’t even say anything. Ended up kind of falling out of the fandom. Still watched the episodes when they were made available on Hulu or the MTV website. This also resulted in me kind of falling out of the Dylan fandom, but still watched his movies (more on this later)

Okay, so fast forward to Oct 2018. Stranger Things 2 came out. Yes, we were a year behind the show then when it first started streaming on Netflix. Feel in love with it (just like TW), and ultimately started loving Steve Harrington because character development.

That’s when I turned to fan fiction to get more of our beloved Steve, and fell in love with it!

I knew fanfic was out there, I just didn’t wanna read it. AT FIRST.

For some reason, my brain kept telling me, “You’re 24. Fanfic is for teens.”

Shut my brain down real quick 👏🏻

I first drafted fanfic that I liked, so that I could go back later and reread if I wanted. I didn’t wanna double tap to like because for some reason, my brain (yet again), told me, “They’re gonna see that a health blog is liking their stuff. No. Don’t like. Draft.” That went on for about a week until I decided that liking someone else’s work (at the time of my way of thinking) is just as important as reblogging (which I’ve now learned is not the case, but more on this later.) This was January 2018.

Fast forward to April 2018... when I dive headfirst back into the TW and Dylan O’Brien fandoms. I started reading Stiles fanfic and fell in love. The first one i remember reading was so long, I didn’t know that fanfic could be 14,000 words! (Now I read it like it’s nothing, haha!) Then I found a TW Rewrite. Binge read it in like a week, then read daily when I got caught up for 6A then stopped reading it cause I hadn’t watched 6B yet (Amazon didn’t have it for free yet. You had to rent or buy the episode.) got caught up on the episodes, freaking cried and tried not to scream at my tv with the last episdoe while everyone was sleeping. I went back to the rewrite and read those last ten. I’ve read this particular rewrite about 8 times (weird, I know, but it’s so good!) After that rewrite was done, the author put out another rewrite for The Maze Runner. Read for the first two movies, then had to stop again because, at the time, I was in them middle of reading TDC and hadn’t seen the movie yet.

Side note: I read all of TMR, and half of TST. Said fuck it for TST, and the hubs and I went to see it in theaters. Took me from Apr 2018 to Aug 2018 to read TDC cause slow reader (and over a year to read American Assassin)

-if you’re still with me, Four For You, Glen Coco! You Go, Glen Coco! (I was 11 when Mean Girls came out, sooooo 🤷🏻‍♀️)

It wasn’t until just recently that I was only liking fanfic that I truly enjoyed... which was most of what I was reading.

Ended up getting back into Marvel, specifically Spider-Man, and started reading fanfic for him.

Yes, I read fanfic for the actors as well.

About a month or so ago (hell idk, just go with it.) I started leaving little emojis letting the authors know what I thought of their work/chapter/part, whatever. Then I started leaving actual comments on their work, expressing what I liked about the chapter, what I wonder is gonna happen next, all that jazz.

I say ALL OF THAT to say this:

Even though most of you, well the MAJORITY of you are health blogs and have been with me for the last 7 years— first of all, I applaud you cause I would’ve left a long time ago 😂—

Anyway, even though the majority of you are healths blogs, you can expect some health reblogs/personal posts from me, but to support the fanfic authors that I’m following and reading their work, I’m gonna start reblogging their work. So, if that’s something that you don’t wanna see from me, then my only advice to you is to simply unfollow. This isn’t me saying, Bye Felicia. It’s me giving you that option to unfollow if you don’t want it clogging up your dash.

TL;DR: gonna start reblogging fanfic that I like cause my interests with this particular blog have changed. If you don’t wanna see that, I’m giving you the option to unfollow. Would suck to lose the followers I’ve had for last 7 years, but people change and do their interests. It’s 9:23AM and I just finished writing this long ass post✌🏻

#personal #teen—marvel #probably the longest thing ive ever written #😳😳😳

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i-got-that-fandom-kinda-love · 6 years ago

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A to Z favourite TV show challenge! Or # to Z?

# - 30 Rock (Liz Lemmon! This is just all kinds of hilarity).

A - Ally McBeal (there's not enough of this on Tumblr btw. I loved it before I understood it - my brother watched and I followed. And then I watched again and I loved it more) / Arrow (so years ago I started watching this because of Tumblr. You guys were obsessed with Olicity and I was too even though I hadn't watched the show. So I watched it. Thank you for ruining my life btw) / Accidentally in Love (Asian Series, sup, @netflix - thanks for getting me addicted to Asian series - I liked them before but now it's just there and begging to be watched AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF - YOU'VE ADDICTED MY MOTHER TOO).

B - Brooklyn Nine Nine (best thing to happen to me, thank you Tumblr - the nine nine fandom. Also started it a couple years ago and fell in love hard. This show makes me laugh no matter what and it's pure and I love it so much. It's really a show I needed because when I watch series I get really emotionally involved and certain shows leave me so stressed that I have to take a break and all I can watch is comedies for a few weeks. Or months. Depends on how big my heart break was. B99 always makes me laugh and feel lighter). / Buffy the Vampire Slayer (another one from my childhood, you know when you're too young to really understand but old enough to remember it? So yeah, my brother got me hooked at a young age and the addiction stuck. Because I've never been able to forget Buffy. And I've recently been rewatching it with my mother - she too is a bit addicted).

C - Charmed (Original series, not reboot - I haven't even watched the reboot. But yes, Charmed. I remember being up til 10PM on a Monday while I was in primary (middle) school just to watch it. Halliwell sisters are another drug I never could kick - Leo was one of my first ever crushes - my very first crush was Shahrukh Khan and if we're ever talking Bollywood movies he'll be all over that post).

D - Doctor Who (Okay! I only started watching from season 5, again cos NETFLIX - the Doctor and Amy Pond - man, just lock me up in the TARDIS and take me away already. ALSO one of the series that broke my heart enough that rendered me incapable of watching any other series except comedy).

E - Ek Hazaroon Mein Meri Behna Hai (Hindi series; my sister is one in a thousand - I assume it's the name because that sounds better in Hindi than one in a million or billion. There's something about Hindi series that sucks you in and tortures you until you're on the brick of exploding from suspense - the build up is both infuriating and renders you unable to tear your eyes away).

F - Friends ('Cause it's been there for me and how can I not? Again, childhood. Also. Heroes get remembered but legends never die. And I've watched every episode like a gazillion times and laugh just the same - I think even more 'cause I know what's gonna happen. I'm one of those people). / Fairy Tail (Anime. Magic. Friendship. Friendship. Friendship. It's one of those rare shows that has a lot of characters and manages to make you love each one of them. I found it after high school but I love it to bits).

G - Gilmore Girls (I remember the first time I watched this as a kid, Rory and Lorelei were sitting at Luke's diner and chatting about something and I though they were sisters. I was at my cousin's house and I just couldn't stop watching them. Loved it ever since. And it's strange how a randomly watching TV can just change your life - 'cause you know, I obsess) / Gossip Girl (at first, I'd watched it because Kristen Bell was the voice of Gossip Girl. And I needed anything related to anything Veronica Mars. And then I naturally loved it like everybody else. Also disappointed at who GG really was. So yeah.)

H - How I Met Your Mother (At first I really, really loved it, now though it's not so high on my favourite list but it does still make me laugh - cos Barney. The final episode was so disappointing). / Hannah Montana (because if I was 13 or 16 this would have made the list. And I still love the show. My heart swells everytime my bestie sings True Friend to me. I still love Hannah Montana music okay).

I - iZombie (Rob Thomas. He's the reason I tried it out. Liv is the reason I stayed. Also Ravi. And also Major. Okay, dude, characters and plot is right on point) / Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon (Hindi series; what name do I give to this love? Its unnecessarily complicated but gosh those complications kept me on edge, staring at the screen, waiting for those idiots to realise the truth. Opposites attract. Hate to love to hate to love. They did it so well).

J - Joan of Arcadia (okay so I remember really loving this when I was younger - I haven't rewatched it as an adult but I feel like I'll still love it. I mean, come on, what if God was one of us?)

K - Kim Possible (Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me? Ultimate cartoon. Hands down. Second best is The Life and Times of Juniper Lee - she's basically the cartoon Buffy - the Chosen One - though it's hereditary instead of random? And also more fun and less heartache 'cause it's a cartoon).

L - Lucifer (Man, Lucifer. You got the guy telling everyone he's the devil and they think he's talking in metaphors? It's just hilarious to me. Detective. Romance. Snark. Supernatural. Also, Hello, Adult Tom Welling - can I even describe how excited I was to see him? Smallville, man).

M - Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir (One of the few new cartoons that I watch and love. This is just so cute and the love square is just so cute and everything is just so cute. And like we need cute stuff in our lives. Frustrating cos how oblivious can one be but also why you so cute Marinette Dupain Chang and Adrian Agreste aka Ladybug and Cat Noir)/ Malcolm in the Middle (Childhood. Childhood. Childhood. I'm not the middle child but I relate).

N - Naruto (Anime. Okay, childhood yes, also teenagehood and adulthood. Guy's been with me through everything, believe it. This show just means so much to me and I'm thankful that I got to grow up with him. Thank you, Kishimoto).

O - One Day At a Time (THANK YOU, NETFLIX! This is just one of the greatest shows on right now. I love comedy. I didn't expect it to be so emotional too. But damn it gets you right in the feels. My brother claims I'm exactly like Elena and our nephew is like Alex. I honestly don't mind. Elena is badass and strong as hell.)

P - Psych (It's just awesome? It's clever, it's funny, Shawn and Gus. The dramatics in extremely serious situations will never not make grin like a mad woman. Also private investigation shows seem to a weakness of mine. ) / Parks and Recreation (okay I never thought I'd like a mockumentary kind of series but this happened and proved me wrong and I just love this show and it's characters). / Pyaar Ka Dard Hai Meetha Meetha Pyara Pyara (Hindi Series; the pain of love is sweet and loveable. When your parents set you up with someone and you're like no way in hell and they're like okay but they you become best friends and fall in love and yeah. The name says it all, really). / Pinocchio (Asian series - one of the more complicated ones but I simply just loved these characters and actors to bits after watching it).

Q - Quantico (it's not really one of my favourites but I couldn't think of anything else and I do enjoy it. Priyanka Chopra has always been a fav since forever - Bollywood was life before I was even old enough to understand English - but it's because of this that I can understand Hindi without needing subtitles).

R - Rizzoli & Isles (who wouldn't love a show with two best friends kicking ass in the work place). / Revenge (I watched it cos I liked Emily from Everwood but the story was so intriguing and I just got addicted. It wasn't like anything I've ever seen). / Refresh Man (Asian series - officially my favourite Asian series of all time - again, thank you Netflix. Also ever since I've loved both Aaron Yan and Joanna Tseng and I'm on a mission to watch everything they've ever acted in - do you see my obsessing tenancies?).

S - Supergirl / Supernatural / Suits / Smallville (Okay! There's too many shows that start with an S. Smallville was my gateway into the superhero show - movie - comic obsession. And also I'm getting tired of commenting on everything).

T - The Good Place / The Office (US) / The Flash/ Teen Wolf (also too many with a T!)

U - Ugly Betty

V - Veronica Mars (of all time!! Man, again, random TV viewing = life changing TV show that sticks with you forever and Veronica Mars has definitely affected me way more than any other show. I couldn't get it out of my head ever since 2007! I waited for every Thursday just to watch it and naturally Thursday became my favourite day of the week - not Friday like normal scholars - nope. I think it's the way that it ended that contributed to my obsession - so much questions left unanswered and to a 12 year old girl the most important thing is of course that LoVe hadn't officially gotten back together. My mind wrote and rewrote endings and scenarios. Then I discovered fanfiction. And then I started writing. Veronica Mars made me a junkie but also helped me discover my passion. It's not just the show that makes it my #1 but the journey it's taken me on while it was on air and especially when it was off air. ALSO THE SHOW IS SIMPLY AMAZING EVEN WITHOUT ALL MY EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT - also one of the shows that I started watching and then my brother got hooked onto it).

W - What's Wrong With Secretary Kim? / Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo/ W: two worlds apart (all Asian series - OKAY, NETFLIX IS BLAMED FOR ALL OF THIS)

X - Is there anything but X-Men? I wouldn't really put the series on my favourite list but I do watch the X-Men cartoons and I have enjoyed it so imma let it be.

Y - Young Sheldon (Too smart for his own good Cooper.) / Yankee-kun to Megane-chan (Asian series - okay, this one can't be put on Netflix. It's the first Asian drama series I'd watched because of a manga that I loved).

Z - Zoey101 ('Cause there's nothing else I can think off and I enjoyed it when I was younger. I remember putting 101 after all of my usernames for everything).

So when I thought of this I thought I'd put one name for each alphabet but it didn't work out that way 'cause I obsess over everything.

I would love to get to know more about everyone's favourite shows. I'm tagging based on the Tumblr likes thing (also on my @marshmallowatheart account) and also urls I remember seeing often on the activity cos I wanted to tag as much people as possible. I'd have been cool if I could have went with the a - z for tagging but it's not working out like I wanted so next best. (Also if I didn't tag you and you wanna do it, please go for it, I'm really into this).

Anyone who wants to do this can and whoever doesn't want to it's cool! It takes time to think especially when you have to pick between things so if you want to, add as many as you like. You don't have to add comments on it if you don't want to, I just got carried away! And then got tired.

@poppy-in-the-woods @risssaar @stephaniecatlover @ihaveathingformeninwaistcoats @write-to-feel @mediocre-mee @jenilyn2000 @lalacristina18 @cainc3 @mrskissytaylor @anilcadz91 @elliebear75 @troublescout @hanitjemars @susanmichelin @cheshirecatstrut @firedragonmon

#a to z tv show challenge #get to know you meme #okay apparently theres a 30 tag limit so okay #about me #tv shows #favourite tv shows #explanations no one asked for #tag me id really love to read all your favs

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fanforthefics · 6 years ago

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Gabe/Tyson out of lust?

a kiss out of lust

Here’s the thing–Tyson is definitely not going to break first.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good thing,” Nate agrees, when Tyson tells him that, one night after practice when they’re idly watching Netflix and definitely not ruining their diet plans. “Gabe’s been on fire recently, you don’t want to mess with that.”

Tyson glares, and also eats a cookie. It’s a combination he’s perfected over the years. “Are you saying I mess with his game?”

Nate makes an apologetic face, because he knows that’s a thing people would say and how shitty it is. But also, “I mean, all that energy has to go somewhere, and it’s not going into fucking you, so…”

“It could go into fucking me if he would just break,” Tyson mutters. Clearly he’s not going to break first, but also, it’s been a week since he properly touched Gabe and he’s gone longer but it still sucks. Or rather, it doesn’t. “Am I seriously not that attractive?”

Nate pats him on the head. “You’re very hot, Brutes.”

“I am,” Tyson agrees, waving another cookie at him. Nate’s mom makes the best cookies. “I am very hot, and Gabe should remember that. I might not be Gabe the Babe, but I am in fact very hot. Gabe wants this.”

“Okay,” Nate agrees. He looks pretty done with this topic, but if he really didn’t want to talk about it anymore he would tell Tyson so, or maybe hit him with a pillow. it’s how their friendship works. “He wants you.”

“He does.” Tyson crosses his arms and pouts at the TV. “Just not enough.”

Nate rolls his eyes. “You wouldn’t be in this if you guys didn’t make this stupid bet.”

“It’s not a bet, it’s a challenge,” Tyson informs him, because it is. That’s important. “And it’s all EJ’s fault.”

“You didn’t have to take the challenge.”

Tyson scoffs. Nate smirks too. That’s clearly a ridiculous statement. “What was I supposed to do, leave Gabe and EJ and everyone thinking I’m more into him then he’s into me?”

“Definitely not.” Nate makes a face, then, like it’s being dragged out of him. “But, um. Was making a bet that the other would be the first to break and need sex first the right way to prove it?”

“It’s too late now,” Tyson says instead of answering. Fuck, but he’s horny. He wants to have sex. Specifically, he wants to have sex with Gabe. Admittedly, it’s not entirely outside of…whatever they’re doing to go have sex with someone else, but… Tyson’s not going to do that. It’d be cheating on the challenge, or something.

He wonders if Gabe is, and that’s why he doesn’t seem to be affected. It’s a realistic thought, but not one he lingers on.

“Okay, then. You have to step up your game.” Nate leans in, snags a cookie too. “I’m talking full on seduction.”

Tyson sits up and grins at him. “I like the way you think, Dogg. Hit me with your ideas.”

Tyson starts with wearing all the smallest clothes he owns. It’s not actually that hard–he’s bulked up this summer, and even his normal t-shirts are a little tighter than usual–but he leans into it.

“Are those jeans painted on?” EJ asks, as Tyson gets dressed in the locker room. Tyson’s maybe having a little trouble getting the jeans on, but it’s basically over and no one else noticed.

Except now, everyone’s looking. Including Gabe, who only has his own obscenely tight jeans on and no shirt and there’s water dripping from his hair down his neck over his chest and then his abs and into the line of his jeans. Tyson isn’t looking or anything. But he does look long enough to see that Gabe’s looking at him–specifically, his general jeans region.

“What, these?” Tyson asks. He knows he’s not going to sound innocent but he doesn’t really care. “I just found them, what do you think?” He twists; Nate snorts but Gabe is definitely looking at his ass, so Tyson’s going to count it as a win. Then maybe Gabe will break and instead of going out with everyone they can go back to Tyson’s and fuck. And then Gabe will make Tyson pancakes, because Tyson can usually bully him into that even if he complains.

“They look great, T-Bear,” Josty pipes up, smirking at Gabe. Tyson nods to him in Tyson solidarity.

“You’re wearing them to the bar tonight?” EJ adds. He’s also smirking at Gabe. Tyson’s a little worried that the whole team energy will turn on him next time Gabe makes a move, but he’s going to ride it for now. Gabe’s a little red now, and he pulls on his t-shirt in a clear move to cover his face. “We’ll have to beat the boys away with a stick.”

“Who says I want you to?” Tyson retorts, which gets a ‘oooh!’ from Mikko, and eyebrow waggle from EJ, and Gabe emerging from his t-shirt still flushed but now he’s smirking too. There’s a lot of smirking going on. Tyson may need to learn to smirk as well.

Gabe pauses by Tyson’s stall on his way out, his hand dropping down over Tyson’s side and just barely brushing against his ass as he passes. “I know what you’re doing,” he murmurs, and his voice is low and rough and his beard brushes against Tyson’s ear and Tyson maybe shivers. Fuck, he hopes these tight jeans won’t become a problem. “It’s not going to work.”

Tyson wills himself not to lean into Gabe. “Your move, Landeskog,” he retorts.

Gabe chuckles, and keeps going. Tyson takes a few deep breathes before he moves again. He’s not going to break. He’s not.

He reminds himself of that again at the bar, where Gabe shows up not in the clothes he left practice in, but instead in his own ridiculously tight jeans and the sweater he knows Tyson thinks he looks incredibly hot in, because Tyson has told him this before. It brings out his eyes and does great things for his shoulders and chest and every time Gabe wears it Tyson wants to rip it off of him. It’s whatever. Tyson’s fine.

Gabe slides into the booth across from Tyson, and grins. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” Tyson announces. Then, “I’m getting a drink. Anyone else want one? No? Good.”

He leaves as he hears Comes say, “I actually would like a–”

He makes it to the bar, orders a sangria. Takes a breath. It’s fine. It’s been barely a week. Tyson lasted the whole off season.

It’s just–since the season started, it’s felt different. Last season they’d just been fooling around, whatever. But then they’d had, like, an intense night after they got knocked out of the playoffs when Gabe had basically grabbed onto Tyson and barely let him go to drive back to Gabe’s, and then it had felt almost romantic, how they’d had sex slow and somehow cathartically and then Gabe had cuddled into Tyson and Tyson had somehow kept talking until he looked less like he was carrying the whole weight of them getting knocked out on his shoulders. And in the morning Tyson had woken up and Gabe had made them pancakes without Tyson even bitching about it and they’d eaten in Gabe’s sunny kitchen with Zoey being as dramatic as her dad about how she wanted pieces and it had been…nice. Different, somehow.

And Gabe had kept texting during the off season, more than he usually did, and so Tyson did too, and maybe Tyson had drunk dialed him more than once for some phone sex, but Gabe had definitely been into it. And this season–it hadn’t been a question. This season, until this week, Tyson had barely slept in his own bed.

It’s just different, he thinks, and takes the sangria the bartender hands him. He turns back to the group–they’re all deep in conversation about something, but as he looks over, Gabe looks up and catches Tyson watching. He grins. Tyson glares, then turns to the group of girls getting drinks next to him.

“Hi, excuse me, sorry about this,” he says. They all turn to him. The closest one raises her eyebrows skeptically at him. She’s cute, with unnaturally red curls and awesomely dramatic makeup. “Can you pretend to be talking to me for a second? I”m trying to prove I’m not paying attention to my friends over there. I promise I’ll go away quietly after a second.”

The girls all look at each other, then glance over at the table, then shrugs. “Yeah, sure,” The redhead says. “I’m Carmen. What’s your name?”

“Tyson,” Tyson says, and smiles thankfully. “No, this round’s on me,” He tells the bartender, as he comes over to take the girls’ order. “Put it on my tab. I owe them.”

One of the girls tilts her head at him. “Do you play hockey?” she asks, slowly. “I swear you look familiar.”

Tyson beams. “I do!” He says enthusiastically. That starts enough of a conversation, because even though apparently only the girl who asked about it is a fan, it’s still a topic of conversation. Then things spiral a little bit, and Tyson ends up bringing the whole group back to the table, and somehow discussing makeup with Carmen for an hour as Kerfy strikes out hilariously with Shannon, the hockey-liker.

Something knocks against Tyson’s foot, while he’s talking with Carmen. Tyson looks up–Gabe’s watching him, biting his lip a little, and he’s not smiling anymore. Tyson narrows his eyes at him in a question, but Gabe just shakes his head. Then he runs his toe up Tyson’s calf almost to his knee, and Tyson yelps, and then everyone laughs at him, including Gabe.

Then Gabe gets a hat trick. Tyson has to physically avoid Gabe to make sure he doesn’t do something rash and break, because fuck.

“Landy was looking for you after the game,” Nate says mildly on the way home. “He looked kind of sad you didn’t congratulate him.”

“I couldn’t.” Tyson feels bad about that, but. “It was too dangerous. Did you see those goals? And how he looked afterwards? I mean his hockey is always gorgeous but I was ready to–”

“TMI!” Nate shouts. “Ugh, fine. But text him at least.”

“Fine,” Tyson sighs, but he pulls out his phone. Beauty goals! he texts to Gabe. find a hat that fits your head yet?

you’d know if you’d stuck around, Gabe replies, which is sulky enough that he is mad.

not my fault you’re too hot after a hattie, Tyson texts back. I’m not going to be suckered into breaking just because of your gorgeous hockey.

The dots show up for a long time, then. You’re killing me here, 4.

You could break. Just have to ask

Fuck that

But not me

Gabe sends back a row of frowny faces, then a picture of Zoey, so really Tyson’s getting a lot of mixed messages here, none of which is getting his dick sucked. He must make a noise, because Nate rolls his eyes as he merges closely enough that Tyson grabs onto the door.

“It’s just a challenge,” he points out. “You could give up.”

Tyson shakes his head, looks out the window where the cars are going by, Denver in the background. “I can’t,” he says. Quieter than he wants it to be. “I–it can’t be true.”

“That you want Gabe more than he wants you?” Nate snorts. “Trust me. I’ve been in a room with you two. It’s pretty clear that’s not true.”

“Yeah, well. I’d like to see you hook up with a literal almost-model and not get a complex,” Tyson retorts, because this is all getting super close to home. He’d like to see Nate see Gabe all scruffy in the mornings as he got ready for practice or reading on the couch with Zoey’s head in his lap or beaming at his computer screen as he Skypes Sweden and not feel–more, maybe. Then he was sure was what they were doing.

Nate sighs, then. “He likes it when you say nice things about him.”

“Well he’s in luck, I can’t stop apparently.” Tyson pauses. “Wait. Likes, or likes? And how do you know this, MacKinnon?”

Nate is very clearly looking at the road ahead. “I plead the fifth.”

“You’re not American, you can’t do that.”

“I’m in America, I have rights.”

“You don’t know that, you–”

“I’m not telling,” Nate says, and then disappointingly keeps his promise.

“Yeah, Gabe has a real flair for the dramatic,” Tyson tells the camera, and for once lets himself be actually shameless.

When he’s done and the media’s gone, he sees Gabe watching him, and sure enough, his eyes are dark and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Tyson swallows.

“Seriously?” he asks.

Gabe shrugs.

Mikko snorts. “If you like hearing someone say nice things about you, you’ve chosen the right person,” he tells Gabe.

“I can keep going,” Tyson adds, before Gabe has a chance to say anything about choosing people or how he hasn’t chosen people. Mikko might as well have said boyfriend and really started something.

“Should I start, then?” Gabe asks. He’s still glowing a little bit from his game tonight. If Tyson were going to break, he’d be very tempted to find like, a supply closet or something. He takes a step towards Tyson. “Should we talk about your night?”

“Nope!” Tyson yelps, There is proof all over the internet that Tyson is incapable of keeping it together when Gabe tells him nice things. “That’s okay.”

“Don’t play with fire if you can’t take it back,” Gabe tells him. He looks very smug. It is, irritatingly, one of Tyson’s favorite looks on him–when he’s smug and confident and just a little arrogant.

“You don’t play with fire,” Tyson mutters, and grabs a towel. It’s time for a judicious retreat.

“Tyson,” Gabe starts, “Tyson, come on, stay–” But Tyson’s already on his way to the showers.

Gabe has a bunch of the guys over for a casual, making sure everyone’s fitting in on the new team sort of thing, so Tyson shows up with a cake he baked himself because all of his energy needs to go somewhere that isn’t fucking Gabe.

“Don’t worry, I’ve saved you from Gabe’s kale smoothies,” he announces as he opens the door. From the living room, Gabe groans.

“That was one time!” he objects, but Tyson’s a little busy dealing with Zoey jumping on him, either because she missed him or because she wants cake. Tyson suspects the latter.

He leans down anyway to pet her, because he’s missed her, even if it’s not reciprocated. “I”m putting the cake in the kitchen,” he calls, and gets enough sounds of acknowledgment that he knows the hordes will come out soon enough.

Sure enough, he’s dodging Zoey–who knows he’s maybe weak for her begging face–and grabbing a knife to cut himself a slice of the cake when Josty wanders in.

He looks droopy, which is unusual for him; Tyson changes the angle on the knife. “Everything okay?” he asks.

Josty shrugs. “I’m supposed to stay away from bright lights,” he says, waving back towards the video games going on in the living room.

“Sucks,” Tyson agrees. “Cake?”

“Yeah,” Josty sighs. Tyson hands him the extra large slice of cake.

“Cake will always be there for you,” Tyson informs him, cutting him a slice of his own. “Even when your head betrays you.”

“Yeah.” Josty makes a face. “I’m just bored. I can’t do anything fun.”

“Sure you can. You could take up baking. We could have a bakeoff! Or you could like, learn guitar. Or read books, I guess, but that seems iffy.”

“I can read!” Josty protests. Tyson cocks his head.

“I never said you couldn’t,” he points out, and takes a bite of the cake. It’s a little dry. “Whipped cream?”

“Gabe has whipped cream?”

“For pancakes, I insisted,” Tyson tells him, and gets it from the fridge. “Here.” He puts a bunch of whipped cream on Josty’s cake, then on his own. “He was eating pancakes with just butter, so I made sure to educate him.”

Josty snorts. “On whipped cream?”

“On the important things in life, yeah,” Tyson says. He takes another bite of cake–much better–and licks his lips. “Like whipped cream. Whipped cream will always be there for you too.” He shoots a look at Josty. “Even when reading, I hear.”

“I’ve read a book!” Josty retorts, but he’s laughing. Tyson takes a satisfied bite of cake. He was maybe a little ambitious about the whipped cream; it gets not just on the cake but also on his nose.

“What’s going on in here?” Tyson turns, and Gabe’s in the doorway. God, Tyson hadn’t even been planning–he’s in his now-usual tight jeans and a t-shirt, but he’s also eating cake and has whipped cream on his nose. Gabe looks like a model. Which he always does, but–he looks even more so, somehow, with the sun streaming through the windows to light of his hair and the smile lines at his eyes. Fuck, Tyson wants–so much.

“We’re raiding your fridge for whipped cream,” Tyson informs him. “Also, pick up eggs.”

Josty snorts. Gabe cocks his head. “What?”

Tyson knows he’s going red, but–”You need eggs,” he tells Gabe, because look he’d noticed that in the fridge, okay? He’s allowed to notice shit. “You don’t have any and you get sulky when you don’t have eggs in the morning if you want them, so get them. And also paper towels, because let’s be real we’re going to need at least a roll tonight, and–”

“You have whipped cream on your nose,” Gabe informs him. Tyson rolls his eyes as he licks it off. Gabe at least watches his tongue, so that’s something.

“Yes, Gabriel, thank you, I noticed, why do you think I was considering your paper towel supply? I’m not going to like, have a paper towel war back here.” He pauses. “Unless…”

Gabe grins, and–wow, that grin is never going to get less heart-stopping. “Please do not have a paper towel fight,” he says, taking a step forward, and Tyson does the only reasonable thing, which is rip off a piece of paper towel, ball it up, and throw it at Gabe.

Gabe blinks as it bounces off of him. “Did you seriously just throw a paper towel at me?”

“Yes.” Tyson is going to brazen through this if nothing else. “Now are you going to break, at my amazing paper towel war skills?”

Gabe laughs. “Yeah, that’s what’s going to get me to break.”

“I knew it.” Tyson crosses his arms triumphantly. “Go me. You ready to ravish me, or do I have to pull out the big guns?”

“You haven’t yet?”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Tyson informs him, then grabs the whipped cream. He sprays a bunch onto his hand, then drags two fingers through it, so he can lick it off. Slowly. While keeping eye contact with Gabe.

Gabe’s gaze definitely goes dark. So Tyson does it again. He’s got his fingers in his mouth when it occurs to him that, “Hey, how long does whipped cream stay good for?”

Gabe chokes, then shakes his head, then wipes his hand over his mouth. Then he looks back up at Tyson. “I love you.”

Tyson’s finger falls out of his mouth, fast. “What?”

“I love you,” Gabe says again.

“Like, as buddies?”

“Not just as buddies.” He sounds–certain. Sure. The words are filling Tyson up from his toes to his head and Gabe is looking at Tyson soft and warm and his eyes are shining and he’s looked at Tyson like that before but there hasn’t been an emotion to that before and fuck, Tyson wants to taste those words off of his lips.

“Fuck it, I don’t care who wins,” Tyson decides, then he crosses the room in two quick strides to tug Gabe in. Gabe’s laughing into his mouth, and Tyson’s hand is still sticky with the remnants of whipped cream, and it’s been weeks and Gabe’s as good a kisser as Tyson remembered. Tyson’s hands slide down from Gabe’s shoulders to his ass. He missed Gabe’s ass. He needs to get reacquainted. Gabe clearly feels the same way, given how he’s apparently trying to devour Tyson.

“Um, guys?” Josty says. “You can do what you want and I’m happy for you and all, but you’re kind of blocking the door.”

Tyson manages to remove his mouth from Gabe’s lips. “You’ve got a room upstairs,” he points out. “It’s been weeks, Gabe.”

“No fucking kidding,” Gabe agrees, and slides his hands down to Tyson’s wrist. “Enjoy yourself!” He calls to the living room. “Beer’s in the fridge!”

“Seriously?” Nate asks.

“Where are you going?” EJ demands.

“We broke!” Tyson calls back, and Gabe groans but ignores the catcalls as he tugs Tyson upstairs, then to his room. They barely get the door closed before Tyson’s tugging Gabe back against it, kissing him again until Gabe’s groaning into his mouth and Tyson can feel him getting hard.

Then Tyson lifts his head. “Hey,” he says. “You want me a lot.”

“You think?” Gabe demands. “Was that ever in question? You’ve been killing me, Tys.” When Tyson doesn’t say anything, his face softens. “Was that actually in question?”

“You’re a lot!” Tyson protests. “And like, we hadn’t said what this was and I wasn’t even sure if you were sleeping with anyone else and I really like you and I wasn’t sure–”

“Trust me,” Gabe cuts him off, and his voice is low and rough, and his hands are on Tyson’s hips now, pulling him closer. “However much you want me, I want you more.”

“Really?” Tyson raises an eyebrow. “I really like you. And want you. Probably more than you do.” He waits a second for Gabe to get it, to see Gabe grin. “I bet I want you more.”

“Shut up, Tyson,” Gabe says, on something that’s half groan and half laugh and all Tyson’s, and then tugs him into a kiss to make sure he does just that.

#avs fic #this was almost just pwp but then shenanigans had to happen instead #enjoy!#my fic #eafay70 #avs tumblr fic

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kylorenpunk · 6 years ago

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Payback is a bitch. Do them all.

“itAy thanks for curing my evening boredom

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

I think it was my friend Elli during a service project or my friend when we went to the movies (we occasionally pretend we’re a couple when we go to the movies lmao)

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Shy. It was super hard to make friends during grade school. But if you put me with the right people I can be outgoing. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

My friend group tomorrow. I think we’re playing smash again? 4. Are you easy to get along with?

I think so? I have no idea tbh. I know I was a bitch when I was younger though. Hopefully I don’t put off those vibes now 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

The only time we interacted I was drunk so no lol. 6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Tattooed, nerdy vibes, can make me laugh, nice eyes, idk I just like guys ok7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

HA. Nope. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Romantically? or friendship? Also bold of you to assume whoever does these are straight. To answer, my friends who are all homies. 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Depends on the subject. I am always down to make sex jokes but don’t fucking tell me the shit you did with your SO the other night.10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I’m always down for deep convos tbh so I do this frequently. I think the last full length deep convo I had was with Jessica though? 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“LMAO” to Joey bc I rick rolled his ass. Bitch apparently I’m always texting you? 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

According to spotify it’s: Alexander HamiltonGoodbye Yellow Brick Road (Sara Bareilles’ cover) When I Was Your Man (Aaron Tveit’s cover) The Greatest Show The number one song is one I don’t listen to any more so I’ll replace that with the song I’m listening to “How Far I’ll Go”

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

God yes. That’s the BEST feeling. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Not really miracles. But I do believe in luck in a sense 15. What good thing happened this summer?

My birthday. Going to Chicago. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Sure I’ll kiss my mirror again. Sorry y’all I don’t kiss and tell.17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Absolutely.18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

I have had so many I don’t remember my first crush. And I know for a fact I didn’t start talking to crushes till the middle of high school19. Do you like bubble baths?

No I hate baths. I think it’s gross. 20. Do you like your neighbors?

I like their dogs. Especially the beautiful pit I get to dog sit 21. What are you bad habits?

I get very nervous very easily. I’m unsure of myself. I’m also messy.22. Where would you like to travel?

New York and Europe 23. Do you have trust issues?

Who doesn’t? 24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

When I go to sleep.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My stomach. 26. What do you do when you wake up?

Check my phone. It’s really bad. 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Neither. I like my skin color even though I’m pale as fuck. 28. Who are you most comfortable around?

I’ll have to say my friends Yara and Josephine. Love all my other friends and no offense to y’all I’m just really self conscious 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

LMAO one basically did the other day. At least he regrets how he treated me. That’s some tea. 30. Do you ever want to get married?

Hell yeah. Am I currently ready for it? Hell naw. 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

She’s too long. I really want to cut her but that costs money. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Chris Hemsworth and Anne Hathaway. Or Vanessa Hudgens33. Spell your name with your chin.

done. That was strange? 34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I did soccer for one season when I was 6. I spent most of the time playing with my hair. That was the end of my athletic career. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV bc we have netflix and hulu 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Tons of times. It’s my brand. 37. What do you say during awkward silences?

I’ve been doing shitty mouth pops recently. I also start rambling about my day.38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Someone that puts up with my bullshit 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

TJ Maxx. Ulta. Target. I don’t shop often. 40. What do you want to do after high school?

I’m outta that shit hole. Have been for 5 yrs. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Of course. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m listening fully and don’t really have anything to contribute yet. 43. Do you smile at strangers?

Working at a hotel has forced me to. I hate it. 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

SPACE MOTHERFUCKERS - the ocean freaks me out45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Needing to pee, hunger or work 46. What are you paranoid about?

EVERYTHING. Mainly the future tho 47. Have you ever been high?

Nah. Not opposed to it though. 48. Have you ever been drunk?

Yep. I get really touchy. It’s weird. 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Stalk people’s social medias? 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Grey 51. Ever wished you were someone else?

I wish I was Vanessa Hudgens. 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I won’t write it here 53. Favourite makeup brand?

NYX. Cheap and good. 54. Favourite store?

Target 55. Favourite blog?

My own. 56. Favourite colour?

Pink or Green. Depends on the day.57. Favourite food?

Anything with pasta or rice 58. Last thing you ate?

pasta 59. First thing you ate this morning?

beef jerkey. I have weird cravings60. Ever won a competition? For what?

For being the world’s most emotional bitch 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Hell no. Stay in school kids. 62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope.63. Ever been in love?

Yep. Still don’t kiss and tell. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

I know I just said I don’t kiss and tell but this isn’t talking about the person. Wet. Gross. Sloppy as fuck. They were shit at kissing. 65. Are you hungry right now?

Nah. 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

I have one tumblr friend. He’s a pal. 67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Twitter. I’ll make one for this blog soon. 69. Are you watching tv right now?

No I’m listening to Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. 70. Names of your bestfriends?

Kim, Michelle, Jessica71. Craving something? What?

Nothing. 72. What colour are your towels?

Pink and green72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

It used to be two until I got a new giant pillow this week. 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

I have them. I don’t sleep with them. 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Four. I just counted. 75. Favourite animal?

Meerkats 76. What colour is your underwear?

Pink. 77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla 78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Strawberry79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Grey and pink 80. What colour pants?

Dark grey and green - I’m in house clothes I don’t match 81. Favourite tv show?

Jane the Virgin 82. Favourite movie?

Hairspray 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean Girls. The second one was trash 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Bruce87. First person you talked to today?

Joey?88. Last person you talked to today?

Joey. What the hell. 89. Name a person you hate?

Hm they don’t need their name here90. Name a person you love?

My brother91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Someone from work 92. In a fight with someone?

Nah I don’t deal with that bs 93. How many sweatpants do you have?

None. I do leggings tho ( I think I have 7 or 8)94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

2 hoodies 95. Last movie you watched?

The Green Book96. Favourite actress?

Anne Hathaway? 97. Favourite actor?

Mark Hamill 98. Do you tan a lot?

I burn a lot. I’m pale99. Have any pets?

No 100. How are you feeling?

Alright. Kinda pumped bc my fav cover of Come Together came on (from the Justice League movie)101. Do you type fast?

Yes but this is still taking me a while to get through 102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Hell yeah. No tea is being spilled tho103. Can you spell well?

If I have a pen and paper I’m decent. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

I miss some ppl yeah. Adulting sucks bc you can’t see everyone all the time105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Lol that was the only rebellious thing I would do in high school 106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Not that I know of? 107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes I love horseback riding 108. What should you be doing?

Studying for the GRE109. Is something irritating you right now?

Boring drama stuff. I won’t go into details. I’ll get over it. 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Everyone has. 111. Do you have trust issues?

Sis you already asked this. Yes. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My mom? I was crying bc I could fit into old shirts 113. What was your childhood nickname?

Family calls me Kari. Friends call me Rina114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yep. Last month. 115. Do you play the Wii?

We play Netflix on the wii116. Are you listening to music right now?

“I am Woman” by Jordan Sparks 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Only from a can. I hate soup. 118. Do you like Chinese food?

Fuck me up with crab rangoons 119. Favourite book?

Eragon120. Are you afraid of the dark?

I don’t like not being able to see. So sure. 121. Are you mean?

I’m a dick to those I care about. Sorry. 122. Is cheating ever okay?

Absolutely not. Dump their ass. 123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Nope. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe in infatuation at first sight125. Do you believe in true love?

Not sure 126. Are you currently bored?

I was till I started this 127. What makes you happy?

anime, superheros, nerdy shit, music and makeup 128. Would you change your name?

No. I used to want to as a child. 129. What your zodiac sign?

Cancer. 130. Do you like subway?

No. It’s gross. 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Politely decline132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Already answered. 133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“Yoko Ono, she got that Yoko OnoYou know that shit that made John Lennon go soloKnow that shit gotta be lethalIf that pussy broke up The Beatles” - Jay Z

Murder by Justin Timberlake (Featuring Jay Z)134. Can you count to one million?

I could. I don’t want to though.135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

Not sure. 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed. 137. How tall are you?

Five foot. Three inches. 138. Curly or Straight hair?

My hair is wavy. I like both.139. Brunette or Blonde?

I’m a brunette140. Summer or Winter?

summer141. Night or Day?

day 142. Favourite month?

october143. Are you a vegetarian?

nope but i’ve considered. 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

dark chocolate. I’m old. 145. Tea or Coffee?

tea - coffee gives me the shits 146. Was today a good day?

It was decent. 147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars148. What’s your favourite quote?

“It’s not who we are underneath, it’s what we do that defines us.” - Batman Begins 149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes and No150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou)

GRE prep book “Directions:” It said more but my fingers hurt from typing all day.

#me #about me #ask #I underestimated this #I'm sorry mason

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hamburgergod · 7 years ago

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anonymous prompted:

For the sunset prompt, maybe a cute little thing in which dean is very much in love with cas, and cas is a nerd about insects, not just bees, so dean sends him facts or links about insects all the time (like this one), and dean realises that at some point he became also very interested about insects because it is something he shares with cas. They're cute and in love or something.

destiel, AU, ~1.4k. thank you for such a lovely lovely lovely prompt!!!!! <3

They’re at Cas’s place today, stuffed together into his tiny sofa while Dean wiggles around for more butt room.

“Scootch over,” he says, careful to not spill the popcorn. Cas does as asked, but there’s not much more room to move on his tiny ass sofa, so squished together they’ll be. Like every movie night.

Cas is laser-focused onto the TV as he goes through Netflix, and Dean sees the moment he finds an episode from Life in the Undergrowth. His eyes light up, his mind already melding into one with Sir Attenborough, and glances over at Dean for approval. Dean knows that look.

“Uh huh,” Dean replies. “Lights on or off?”

Lights off, of course. Dean tries not to be too obnoxious in his popcorn chewing, and anyway, he’s sure nothing can break Cas’s concentration now. His own eyes are glued onto the fascinating life of these little critters. Man, who knew insect life could be so complex?

After 45 minutes, Dean feels like he’s learned more from the one episode than he has in his entire life. He stretches in his seat while Cas gets the light, and he almost looks sheepish when Dean turns to tell him something. He forgets his words, and instead asks, “What?”

“Was that alright?” Cas asks, almost hesitantly. “It was supposed to be movie night, and…”

“Dude,” Dean laughs, and Cas relaxes. “It’s cool. I thought it was interesting.”

Cas smiles, still not sure if Dean’s lying for the sake of making him feel better. Dean rolls his eyes. “Seriously,” he continues. “D’you see me complaining here?”

Just to show him just how invested he is in this, and because he did genuinely enjoy it, Dean checks his watch, and says, “Wanna hit the next episode?”

Cas’s smile this time brightens the entire room.

Before insects, it was bio-luminescence in animals, and before that was animals who live in extreme conditions, among countless of other obsessions Cas has had over the years. Dean doesn’t always get the endless fascination behind it, probably not as fully as Cas anyway, but showing a little interest in what his best friend is currently obsessed with never hurt anybody.

He finds himself wandering over on youtube to find his own resources to devour on inbetween the work reports he’s gotta write, and he ends up watching insect-related videos until three in the morning, sucked into interesting facts about different types of insects he didn’t even know existed until now. He grabs a shoddy phone photo of a velvet worm on his computer screen, since that guy’s got its little feet around Dean’s heart since the movie night, and sends it to Cas with the caption “Look at this guy!” before he clocks out for the night. It’s not exactly an insect, but close enough.

The next morning, Dean finds a series of heart-eyes emoticons as a response. Fucking nerd.

“...and did you know that they can, like, squirt slimes to catch prey?” Dean laughs at Sam’s face at that, and takes a sip of coffee. “I really wanna try touching one. I heard they’re super soft.”

Sam gives him a weird look, and barely hides his smile. “Since when are you so into insects?”

Dean shrugs. “Cas got me into it.”

“Ah,” Sam says, as if that explains everything. “Of course.”

“Yup,” Dean replies, and that’s that. “What ‘bout you? How’re things with Eileen?”

Later that night, Dean sees a spider weaving a web in the corner of his apartment, and usually he’d just squish them, but sue him, he’s grown a soft spot for them all, so he lets it climb onto a piece of paper and frees it outside.

Although spiders aren’t insects. Whatever.

Writing reports is dull, and soon he finds himself wandering to the National Geographic website. He loses himself in the chains and chains of news articles on various types of insects.

Cas is always into… different stuff, unexpected stuff compared to other people, but Dean’s gotta admit, he’s hooked. Apparently ants bury their dead, and hey, who knew? Definitely not him.

And Cas apparently didn’t either, because when he shares that little tidbit with him, Cas replies in his text with a lot of surprised mouth-open-into-O emoticons, along with “I never knew that!”.

Dean gets a little swell in his chest. He may be hooked on insects, but even more rewarding is Cas’s reaction to seeing something he loves.

Cas sends him his own share of articles on insects throughout the month. Sometimes it’s about insects he’s never heard of, sometimes it’s cool facts about really commonly known insects (who knew there are scorpions that can breathe underwater?), and Dean drinks up everything Cas is willing to share with him. He tries to match his pace, sending him youtube links and articles of his own pulled from various websites, and every time, Cas responds with a series of emoticons that keep this going.

One night, Dean sends “Think you’ll def like this one” with another article--about ants that let themselves be healed unless they’re actually dying--as a response to Cas’s recently sent article. He gives Cas some time to read over it, and works on his report while definitely not waiting for the buzz of his phone for a reply.

He also definitely doesn’t lunge for his phone when it does, eventually, buzzes.

No emoticons this time. Instead, all he sees is, “Thank you, Dean”. Weird. Maybe he didn’t find it as interesting? Well, a hit-and-a-miss was bound to happen sooner or later.

Dean shoots out a thumbs-up emoticon as a response. He looks back at his reports, and bites back a sigh. Better finish this before next week.

It’s movie night, after all.

“I was attacked by a moth last night,” Dean announces as he enters Cas’s apartment. Cas looks up with a confused frown. “Seriously.”

Cas smiles, and continues making popcorn over the stove because he’s a dork who doesn’t own a microwave. He’s still in his own work clothes, his white button-up rolled up to his forearms. “Do share.”

“I had my windows open, right, and before I’m going to bed something swoops in. Turns out to be the biggest moth I’ve ever seen.”

“And?”

“Turned off all the lights, grabbed a flashlight and tried to lure it outside.”

Cas laughs, the sound going straight to warm Dean’s heart. “Did you succeed?”

“Dude, I didn’t get to sleep until two o’clock.” Dean doesn’t mention how freaked out he got every time he tried to gently grab it and it kept fluttering away. He didn’t want to hurt the little guy, that’s all. “I wish I could’ve grabbed a picture for you, but I didn’t wanna freak it out with the flash. I think it might’ve been a sphinx moth?”

Cas has so much fondness in the way he looks at him, Dean’s stomach actually leaps, like this is one of those cheesy romance novels. Dean clears his throat, and grabs the popcorn out of Cas’s hands to munch on it extra obnoxiously. Cas rolls his eyes, and makes Dean wait while he changes out of his clothes.

Dean’s sure Cas won’t argue against him wanting to watch the next episode of Life in the Undergrowth, so he’s got it all set up and put on pause while he waits for Cas on the sofa. Cas is taking a while, so Dean turns around to call for him, only to find him just standing there, staring at him and his paused screen.

Dean eats some popcorn. “What?”

Cas takes in a breath, and lets it out as a small exhale. “You make me feel…” He pauses, as if searching for the right words. “Very loved.”

Oh. “Well,” Dean shrugs. “You are.”

A startled smile settles on Cas’s face, and Dean mirrors it.

“Get the lights, and get over here.”

Cas obliges, and he settles against him, nice and warm and cozy as they squish into his tiny ass sofa together. The light of the screen illuminates the cuts of his face, and Cas slowly leans his head against Dean’s shoulder. His hair tickles his neck.

“Is this alright?” Cas’s voice rumbles.

Dean grinds his head down against Cas’s as a response. Cas laughs at the almost-nuzzle, and it’s answer enough.

They watch the rest of the documentary like that, and maybe even holds hands by the end of it, Cas’s stove-made popcorn long forgotten. Dean sighs in contentment.

He can’t wait to share every one of Cas’s obsessions with him together from here on, too.

#destiel #spn #my writing #thanks for the sunset #au #:D :D <3333 #i really really loved the prompt ;w;#i only weep because tumblr shows horrible formatting on mobile now #also that moth story.......... is a personal account :P

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