#i’d never had proper surgery before. metal in my eye when i was 4 and wisdom teeth but like. i was 21. limited life experience

[a-star-that-fell]

re: the gallbladder thing, i think what was the most terrifying was being completely alone the whole time i was in the hospital. my ex “helped” take care of me when i was at home afterwards but from the er to discharge i didn’t have anyone who didn’t work there with me

[ironndred]

Tinker - Chapter 1

So this whole story (which started as a one-shot and quickly turned into a chapter fic) is based on Tony’s famous, three-piece, two-button Tom Ford suit in CA:CW. 

Non-Powered!AU where Peter works for his Uncle Tony at his watch repair shop.  You guys ready for some slow-burn Starkercest?

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Word count: 1.7k; Rated T: no explicit activity between characters…yet…but I can definitely guarantee it!  Patience will be rewarded, I promise!

Chapter summary: Peter learns a secret about his Uncle Tony.

Chapter contains: violence, death, drinking.  Peter’s age is not mentioned, so that’s for you to decide.

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Peter never asked why his Uncle Tony wore just the one glove.  For as long as he could remember, his right hand had always been clothed in a glove of black leather, held together with red and gold stitching.  He had grown fond of the accessory, as his Uncle Tony was never seen without it, but that fondness grew and was soon coupled with a nagging curiosity.  

It became more difficult as the years went on, as Peter was an affectionate boy, always craving his uncle’s warmth and contact, but in all their years of closeness, he always took special care to keep a certain kind of distance.  Even after his uncle had taken him in as an apprentice in his shop, where he serviced clocks and watches, he’d never dared to ask him about the glove. He thought perhaps it was a part of the trade, to keep the delicate watches he worked with from being smudged with oils and fingerprints, and left it at that.  

But as Peter grew, his intrigue grew as well, and he found himself thinking about the gloved hand more often than not.

Aunt May never had much to say about it and cautioned against prodding.  It’s kind of a sensitive subject, honey.  It happened a long time ago, but it’s a tough story for your Uncle Tony and it’ll be a tough story for you.  But it’s a story he’ll tell you about when he’s- when you’re both ready.  He wanted so badly to know, but respected his uncle enough to maintain that silent boundary, just as everyone else had.

One night, while at the shop, Peter’s curiosity had finally caught up with him.  It was a quaint little store, with hickory bay windows and green and gold foiled wallpaper, attached just below the apartment he and Aunt May shared.  Grandfather clocks and antique cuckoos lined the walls, velvet cushioned display cases showcasing timepieces of gold and silver.  It was a second home to Peter, where he and Tony had many spent all-nighters together tinkering and toying with various watches and motors. 

Tony sat at his work table, his left sleeve rolled up to his elbow, the other buttoned tight where his glove met his wrist.  Peter had never thought about it until now, but he’d realized that he’d never actually seen skin in that little gap between glove and sleeve.  He watched from across the table as Tony took a screwdriver to the open body of a small pocket watch, his eyes drifting to leather fingertips that delicately held the timepiece in place.

“Uncle Tony?  Um, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, kid.  Shoot.”  Tony furrows his brows, looking closer into the guts of the pocket watch.  He aligns the driver with a screw.

“D-do you ever take it off?  The glove?”  The way Tony’s body stiffened was more than noticeable, but his focus remained on the watch.  Peter is instantly uncomfortable at his silence and sputters.  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to pry!  We don’t have to talk about it! I mean, it’s just-”

“Hey, buddy.  Relax.  You don’t have to explain yourself.  I suppose it’s time and you’re old enough to know...”  Tony set down the watch and repositioned himself in his chair, leaning in closer to his nephew.  “Your Aunt May and I wanted to wait until you had a couple more years on you before really getting into it.”

Before Peter can speak, Tony began unbuttoning his right sleeve.  Peter’s eyes go wide as Tony rolls it up, slowly revealing slick, buffed metal.  It’s rolled up as far as it can go, and Peter can only stare.

Revealed is a limb made of cold, dark steel.  It was an impressive prosthetic, its’ mechanics silent and unassuming, especially under his starched Matuzzo dress shirts.  Tony took it upon himself to dress as sharp and as clean as possible, goatee trimmed neatly and his Tom Ford suits pressed to a crisp.  And today was no exception.  Peter wet his lips, Tony’s dark grey vest and black gunmetal arm a stark contrast against his white dress shirt and deep red tie.  Bright, almost glowing, blue metal accents lay between gaps of intricate steel panels, and Peter gazed as Tony’s arm seemed to come alive as he flexed his fingers.

“Is it-is your whole arm, uh…?”

“Arm and shoulder were a package deal.  It was a miracle that they didn’t need to replace more.”  Tony sniffed.  Peter is silent as he lets Tony pace the story.  

“Believe it or not, your Uncle Tony used to be a real grease monkey.  I was a mechanic, dingy coveralls included.”  Peter giggled, replacing Tony’s suit with a Dickie’s jumper and imagining his uncle wiping a grease smudged brow with a red oil-stained rag. 

“Your, ah- your dad and I worked on cars all the time with your grandfather growing up.” 

This caught Peter’s attention in a different way, looking up in surprise.  His parents were rarely ever brought up in conversation, especially after their untimely passing.  Peter didn’t know much about them; he just knew that his mother died at childbirth, and his father passed shortly after he’d been born. It was painful for everyone to talk about, his father being the biggest sore spot of them all.

 “Your dad was an incredible mechanic, a genius of the trade, and together we opened up an auto shop in Queens.”  Tony stood from his seat and began circling the table to stand next to the boy, Peter’s eyes following him.  “You were such a tiny little thing when it happened; so quiet we barely knew you were here.  Your mom had already passed and your Uncle Ben and Aunt May were helping take care of you while your dad and I worked at the shop.”

Tony loosened his tie and turned towards the young man, eyes scanning his face for another moment before taking a deep breath.

“One night, your dad called me saying he was going to the shop to work on a car that had been giving us trouble earlier that day.  But I’d had a bad feeling.  I offered to come by and help, but he insisted he’d be fine working on the car alone and-”

“Is this about the night he died?”  The young man spoke before Tony could go further.  Tony had a pained look in his eyes, but he neither denied or confirmed.

“Maybe we shouldn’t-”

“No, please, Uncle Tony.  I want to know.  Please?”

Tony took another deep breath, grabbing and wringing his wrist as he collected his story once again.

“They said it was a robbery gone wrong.  By the time I got to the shop, all there was was smoke.  Your dad never kept money in the shop, but they didn’t believe him.  One thing led to another, and next thing you know, they’d shot him and set the shop on fire.”

It dawned on Peter why they’d waited to cross this bridge, both for his sake, and for Tony’s.

“I ran in; into the fire.  I could barely see, but I managed to find your dad.  I don’t know how long he’d been laying there for.  He was weak and had already lost so much blood...”  

Tony had begun to pace the room, eyes to the floor as he went back and forth.

“The heat was almost unbearable, but it was the last thing on my mind.  I just couldn’t leave him.  I pulled the both of us out and I thought we’d made it, but it was too much for him.  He’d fought hard, but by the time I’d come out of surgery, he was gone.  I’d lost my brother and my arm both in one night.”

“Uncle Tony...I’m-I’m so sorry, I-”

“They said there was nothing I could’ve done.  He didn’t have a chance, with or without the fire...”

“But why did you go in?” Peter asked.  Tony looked up at Peter, and suddenly, the boy looked so small; any smaller and he’d fold in and disappear into himself. “If you hadn’t of gone in, you’d-you’d still have your arm, and-”

“And I probably wouldn’t of been able to live with myself if I didn’t.  I would do the same thing if I had a chance to do it over.  I’d been burned down to the bone, and I’d do it all again if it meant having those final moments with your father.”

Peter could see nothing but love and sincerity in Tony’s eyes.

“I made a promise to my brother that night, that if he didn’t make it out alive, that I would spend the rest of my life taking care of you.”

Neither of them were sure what to say at this point, Peter deep in thought at what he’d just learned.  The room stilled.  They’re quiet for a moment, Tony walking past Peter to a  cabinet in the shop, opening the door and grabbing himself two tumblers and the decanter of whiskey from middle shelf.  Peter is reigned back into the moment at the sound of metal clinking with crystal.  The older man set the glasses down on the workshop table, pouring themselves a healthy finger of whiskey each.  Peter’s surprised at the gesture, taking the tumbler and swishing the amber liquid around the glass, just as he’d seen his uncle do so many times before.

“You sure, Uncle Tony?  Aunt May won’t be mad?”  Peter was a little more excited than he’d like to admit.  He knew it was an attempt to lighten the mood, but with everything that had come to light between him and his uncle, he couldn’t help but feel that much closer to being a man; a man that Tony could respect and admire one day as more than just his nephew.

“I don’t think we’ve ever sat down together for a proper drink.” He picked up his own glass and Peter’s eyes are once again drawn to the sound of metal fingers wrapping themselves around the glass.

“Besides,” Tony paused to take a sip of his drink. “May is your Aunt, not your keeper.  She doesn’t have to know everything we do here.”  He winks in Peter’s direction, smirking at the sudden pink flush that rushes across the boy’s face.

Peter smiles back, taking a shy sip at the reassurance.  He’d never had whiskey before; it’s strong at first, but smooth and hot as it traveled down to his belly.  But he’s pleased with himself that he hasn’t faltered, and he takes another drink.  Tony seemed pleased as well, smiling once more as he raised his glass for a toast.

[bonnie-and-cloud]

Hi! First off I love your post . And your bunnies are adorbale . Do you have any tips on a person thinking of getting a bunny?

I don't know when this was sent @fulltoadpicklemuffin so sorry if this is late. I've also taken my time to give you a thoughtful, thorough reply

ALSO HEADS UP THAT I'M ON MOBILE WITH NO ACCESS TO A CUT SO I'M SORRY

So I did a full year of research before getting my girls. I was living on a college campus where animals were banned except for goldfish and other small tank animals, emotional support animals, and service animals. I was in an apartment so I had plenty of space for a rabbit or two but we also had a school policy where we could have a surprise inspection at any point in time. We weren't even allowed to have friends who had pets come into our spaces even to pick us up it was so strict. It was pretty strictly enforced too

I also wasn't working because my mother promised me that so long as I focused on my studies, I wouldn't have to get a job. She paid for textbooks, groceries, my phone, medical expenses including meds, and so on. She helped me get a car and did a lot of heavy lifting. Meaning that between that, being disabled, and the school policy it didn't make sense to even sneak a bun

Well, I only needed one class for my last semester meaning I lost campus housing eligibility so I'd have to pay the campus something stupid like two grand a month to stay there. We moved to a temporary apartment and didn't say anything but like they didn't do inspections like campus did so whatever

So that's part of why I did a whole year of research. I made triple sure to know their proper diet, switching foods, and so on. I was very careful about them playing only with Approved Bunny Toys and didn't even have a cage for either of them at first as they were in an 8x8 closet with limited access to roam our room. Between that and my research, I have plenty of advice and it'll be stuff you won't necessarily hear from other people

IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU ADOPT FROM A BREEDER, SHOP AT A STORE, OR GET A RESCUE

At the end of the day, a bun got a home that otherwise might not have. And that's more important, to me at least, than other factors. I don't recommend getting a pet store bunno because they are horribly mistreated but you do you. I won't judge either way on that one. I got my girls directly from a reputable breeder

I do recommend different methods for different needs, ability, and whatnot. I had never owned a rabbit before so I had no idea what the baseline for bun behaviors were. I didn't know how destructive they were prone to be had they not been traumatized via abandonment or abuse or whatever. I had no idea the difference between a happy loaf versus a grumpy loaf. I didn't know a happy flop from a passive aggressive one and no amount of reading up on these things or YouTube videos was going to really show me unless I saw them with my own eyes

Not to mention, buns take a long time to get comfortable with you just in general. Bonnie and Cloud took almost two months before they were cool enough with me to cuddle me on my bed. I remember crying thinking they hated me with no idea they were bonding to me very quickly. It would have been even longer with a rescue and I might have sincerely thought I was a bad bun parent and given up on buns entirely

So, for new bun parents, I recommend getting from a reputable breeder two bun siblings of the same gender from the same litter like I did. Not only do you get a better baseline for behavior, you genuinely get to see a lot of things you wouldn't from other bonded pairs. Like these two fight over the same scrap of broccoli when there's a little pile beside them that either of them could choose from. They also play "pranks" on each other like sneaking up on each other, giving surprise boops, and running away. They make WAY more vocalizations than your average rabbit and can easily be mistaken for guinea pigs with their noises. Both in the type of vocalizations but also with how loud they can get. They act very similarly to human siblings

I say reputable breeder for obvious reasons. I contacted a breeder who was willing to promise me 4 week old buns which was a big fat no from me. There was no way they'd be completely weaned let alone emotionally ok with leaving their nest. When he said 4 weeks, I just hard blocked his number. Our breeder gave us ours at 6 or 8 weeks (I forget which) because they were ready. She even texted us saying they were ready to leave their parents earlier than she expected and gave us the option of waiting a couple more weeks to be double sure

So we could tell she knew her stuff and was reputable on top of her sending pictures of her setup and their pedigrees. She sent stuff shows care about too so it wasn't just x parent or whatever like she had genotypes back to their great grandparents which she herself had raised and had pedigrees for. We went ahead and got them early because I was so eager to meet them

My spouses and I have discussed adding two more to the mix but we're going to wait a bit. We're going to look into guinea pigs first and then if we still want two more bunnos, we'll cross that bridge when we get there. But, we'll almost definitely get from a reputable breeder again

As I've had my hip replaced, I can only handle creatures up to a certain weight. After my surgery, our roommate's cat jumped on my leg and opened my surgery wound. I won't get too graphic with it but it opened clear to my metal replacement and she wasn't even that large of a breed. Well, as far as my experience goes, the smallest buns get homes first because they're "cuter" due to their size. Holland lops go especially quickly because of how sweet and friendly they are. And I have needs

There are plenty of other bun parents who get all "well having a creature is a privilege not a right" about this and insist I shouldn't have a bun if I'm going to a breeder. These people can eat me. I have depression and meds and therapy only get you so far. Without these guys, I'd only leave my bed to use the bathroom or run errands. I know because that's where I was prior to them. I also can't have children so I need something to pour my love into or I'll hurt myself. I know that sounds weird or whatever but I shouldn't have to tell other bun owners, or anyone really, "without tiny fur children to love, cherish, protect, and provide for, I'll definitely kill myself" because like. None of their business

Not to mention, there's the question of bonding buns which takes time and a lot of effort. So even if we could get a couple rescue small buns, would they bond to the kids we have already. Rinse and repeat. Only one of us can drive so it's not like we have that much time available to bond either. It's faster, less stressful, and less time consuming for everybody involved to just adopt two babies from a reputable breeder

I say all my reasons why not to be all "breeder all the way!" because that's not where I'm coming from. I'm trying to illustrate why that might be a better option. Someone else may have to drive several hours out of the way to adopt and there is a perfectly good and cute bunno in need of a loving, happy home at a pet shop a street away. Whatever the case, so long as buns that exist get proper homes, I don't care. It's more important to me that buns aren't mistreated

ALL THAT SAID, time to move onto some quicker advice

Get a cage for each of your buns. We got those big ones that go for like 120 a piece or whatever at Petsmart. The big open trays with the wire sides and the side door. This gives them a comfy place to flop so they can nap in whatever hay you put. This will also keep them confined after they get fixed so you're not worrying about an expen or whatever else

THIS SHOULD NOT BE THEIR PRIMARY HOUSING. Now I understand if you can't free roam your buns. Not everyone has the space or living conditions. Frankly, we would put them in separate cages before bed, and release them when we woke up so they were in there 8ish hours. Mostly it was so they got some rest but also to keep them out of mischief while we slept. They turned into more of very large litter boxes over time and have only really functioned as cages post spay or when one (usually Cloud) was being destructive or bitchy and redirection and distraction weren't working so she needed a time out to calm down

Now that we've moved into half of a duplex with three whole separate rooms, an enormous front room, and so on, they're just very large litterboxes/hangout spaces. One will eventually be downstairs so they can be close to us while we do things and the other will be in our bedroom so they're shut with us at night. This is so they spend more time roaming during the day and don't get fat from being lazy babies

Now I won't Totally judge if anyone has an outdoor hutch so long as it's plenty of room and bunnos come in during extreme weather. It's not the safest but like I get it

GI stasis is going to happen. Don't freak out. Yes, it CAN kill bunnies but only if you're not doing what you should. We give ours 80% hay/wood sorrel/grass, 10ish greens/salad, 10ish pellets with a bit of wiggle room for treats. The wood sorrel (commonly called clover across the US) and grass are rare treats but they eat enough to basically replace their hay when they get it. Occasional treats are I'm eating strawberries and they get the tops or the ends of carrots when we're cooking dinner. Sometimes they get Legit pet store treats but these are rare

We see GI signs most often when they're shedding and it's because they're ingesting fur so their poop does the connected string thingy that's the first sign of GI stasis. We also have seen it every time after a move because they've been too stressed to eat enough hay so we up their pellets and greens during that time to compensate. The only other times were when we switched them from alfalfa as babies to Timothy as adults and when they were fixed

A good way to combat this is a product the Hook's Holland Lops lady recommends on her channel. They're digestive tablets made with papaya, ginger, pineapple, peppercorns, banana, and so on. It's all organic and one tablet contains a MINIMUM of 2% crude protein, 15% crude fiber, 0.5% crude fat. A tablet contains a MAXIMUM of 4% moisture, and 0.2 grams of fruit sugar. For mild cases, one tablet every day until they're in the clear is just fine but for a severe case, use one tablet per pound of bun body weight. This should be broken up from one feeding to throughout the day though so it doesn't screw up their systems

How I do it is twice a day because my babies are so small at 4ish lbs and 6ish lbs. They're actually 3.5 and 5.5 but it's easier to just say 4 and 6. I'll give Cloud 2 in the morning and 2 in the evening, and Bonnie 3 at both times. I've only had to do that after their spay. The worst their GI symptoms have ever been, they each needed one tablet twice a day. Now, if either were, say, 12 pounds. I'd split that into 3 tablets 4 times a day or 2 tablets 6 times a day

This has kept them from needing an emergency vet thus far. They've never had hard guts and their weird poops haven't ever lasted too terribly long either. Just keep an eye on how much they're drinking, how much hay they're eating, and so on

Bunnies shed WAAAAY more than you think and nobody can possibly prepare you for it. Literally, every time I go to comb or pluck or otherwise groom either of them, I end up with a pile of fur that is at LEAST as large as they are if not twice or three times as big. And I still have to groom their sides like I've only just cleared their backs

They shed so much that the poor babies were having sneezing fits. We checked their noses and no snuffles. So you'll need to vaccuum to try and keep that down. But like they will leave it on you worse than cats and they shed twice a year, roughly each spring and fall

LISTEN to your buns. Are they abnormally skittish around your new roommate? Keep an eye on that person the same way you would if your dog or cat were abnormally skittish. I promise you they aren't a good person. At the very least, they aren't very good for you and you shouldn't trust them around your buns. They don't want your new partner to pet them? Run the other way. Or at least remember it. My babies have let me know ahead of time when someone or some place is bad news

Not just this, they'll let you know when they're not happy. Whether that's their hay, their bedding, if the carpet feels weird. Listen to them. You'll be around after them but they only have you so make them as happy as you can

Bunnies are deceptively stupid. Now, I know some bun parents who are like "how dare you insult such majestic creatures" when like I ASSURE you, Karen, that Oreo there has nothing going on in his head beside "mmmm monch" when he sees your baseboards. Like they're definitely smarter when fixed because hormones aren't flooding their tiny brains but they're still super dumb and governed by instincts

That isn't to say they have absolutely nothing going on upstairs because that's a lie. They are smart enough to recognize routines and wake you up for stuff, bother you if something is upsetting them. They're about as intelligent as toddlers? If that makes any sense. Like toddlers aren't geniuses by any stretch of the imagination, they're still smart. Like they're tiny little dumbasses ruled by "am hunger so must eat" and so on. So if you act like you've got tiny toddlers with soft fur then you're pretty gold

Also, they like to watch TV. Cloud likes MLP and other animal cartoons like Looney Toons. Bonnie likes dramatic stuff with explosions and her favorite thing is YGO. So like :/ toddlers :/

Bunnies are more expensive than you think but they don't have to break the bank. Bunnies are the most expensive pet I've ever had but I've also only ever had dogs and roommates with cats. Hay can be pretty expensive, plus salad, treats, and that's just food. You also have to take into consideration litter boxes, damage costs, and so on

To cut down on hay, we buy a 75 lbs bale from Tractor Supply for about $15 that lasts quite a few months. Depending on how we use it, it can go as quickly as 3 months because they pee on it (which means mold flakes) or as long as over 6 if rationed appropriately in old pet shop hay bags. Then, we buy fresh stuff in season and take advantage of sales and coupons. Sometimes, we don't give a salad if finances are tight enough but they will always get hay and pellets. We also buy pellets in bulk for cheaper and bought a Brita pitcher for like 20 bucks or so so they get filtered water no matter how hard the water is for much cheaper than water bottles

Get a portable pen for hay like the one here. It helps contain mess a LOT. Like hay is gonna get everywhere, obviously, but if you do the bale like we do, it's super helpful and keeps the mess pretty well contained. On that note, I highly recommend a shop vac which the type of vaccuum wood shops, car repair places, and construction sites tend to use. I just linked an example so you know what you're looking for but get a hose that's at least 1.5 inches in diameter. Ours is close to 2 inches but you need the wide diameter so you can vacuum fur and hay without creating clog issues like a regular vaccuum. Capacity doesn't matter so much as hose size and ours cost us something like $60

Your buns will inevitably eat something they shouldn't. Depending on what it is and how much, your reaction should change. Your bun nosed their way into the trash and got the little chip crumbs at the bottom of a snack bag? Eh they'll be fine. If it's something that's dangerous like plastic or a poisonous food then you should contact your emergency vet. But Cloud has ABSOLUTELY snatched chips and bits of coke from a straw or two and we always have to fight her to stay away from our chips. I have a friend who has a bun who assaults her for pancakes. Like it's fine

Even after you have buns, keep researching. When it was stupid hot and I was worried, I looked up what to do to help keep them cool. When I was worried how much Bonnie was shedding, I asked my discord group. When I'm not sure about a food, I hit up Google

And I think that's it? At least that's all off the top of my head of stuff I wish I'd known going in regarding buns that I didn't see anyone else talking about. Feel free to hit me up with more specific questions!

[secret-rendezvous1d]

92 Truths.

I was tagged by @1989rosesxx; thank you, my lovely! This was rather interesting to do for myself since I rarely do things like this...

Rules: Once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to tag!

THE LAST…

1. Drink: A bottle of ice-cold water because it’s the only thing I can drink right now in the heat. 2. Phone call: My mum asking me if I wanted anything from Sainsburys. 3. Text message: My brother asking to be let into the house because he forgot his keys. 4. Song you listened to: Sign Of The Times; it’s been one of my absolute favourites right now. 5. Time you cried: Last night because things were really tough to comprehend; I was also feeling a little sad over something quite personal and I was just a rush of emotions because of everything piling up on top of me.

HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: Nah. 7. Been cheated on: Haven’t been with anyone to get cheated on. 8. Kissed someone and regretted it: Nah. 9. Lost someone special: Of course. 10. Been depressed: I think I go through a few bouts of feeling this way. Maybe not depressed but rather sad and like the world is against me all the time. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve not had a proper night out to actually get completely pissed... I want to though. Maybe soon. 

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS:

- Red. - Baby Pink. - Grey.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 

15. Made new friends: Of course! So many of you guys! 16. Fallen out of love: Uhhh... I don’t think so. 17. Laughed until you cried: I pretty much laugh until I cry most of the time... I actually broke into hysterical laughter whilst watching Ed Milliband try to sing heavy metal...  18. Found out someone was talking about you: I have a couple of people who do this to me; both online and outside of the internet. 19. Met someone who changed you: I think everyone I meet changes me; in a good way, of course! 20. Found out who your true friends are: I had an inkling over who my true friends were a couple of years ago, but, this year has been the year where I realise I can make-do without them and I’ve given up trying with all of them. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nah.

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Pretty much all of them. I have 400 and something friends who I pretty much knew from school or from being related to them or ones I meet through other friends. 23. Do you have any pets: 3 cats! Felix, Betsy and Harry. 24. Do you want to change your name: Nah. 25. What did you do for your last birthday: I went to the zoo and then insisted we drive to the beach just so we could play mini-golf. 26. What time did you wake up: I wake up at 7am every morning. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Uhhh... I was watching Pirates Of The Caribbean on my laptop because I am really in a mood for Johnny Depp. 28. Name something you cannot wait for: Dunkirk, my Harry show, my holiday. A lot of things, really. 29. When was the last time you saw your mother: About 10 minutes ago, before she left to go out with my dad and my brother. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: How I was as a person through school; if I wasn’t so introverted, shy and reserved, I probably wouldn’t be the way I am now - which is something I really hate about myself. 31. What are you listening to right now: Harry Styles. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I went to school with a guy called Tom, and we spoke plenty before we split our separate ways.  33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Myself. 34. Most visited website: Definitely Tumblr or Twitter. 35. Elementary: Is this primary school? I went to primary school, yeah! 36. High School: Is this like a secondary school, yeah? Because I did go to a secondary school. It’s pretty much compulsory here to go. 37. College/university: College was the best two years of my life. I had so much fun and it put into perspective just what I would kill to do in my future life. 38. Hair colour: Dirty blonde. 39. Long or short hair: At the moment, it’s in between long and short but I’m having it cut next week to something a little shorter.. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Maybe... ;)) 41. What do you like about yourself: I can be a really good person to come and chat to whenever things get rough. I’m funny and you’ll always see me making people laugh - it’s something I grew up around so... I would have been shocked if I never turned out to be a little humorous. 42. Piercings: None at all. 43. Blood type: Uhhh, I have no idea. 44. Nickname: “Em” or “Ems” are some that I go by on here. My auntie called me “Emily Cheeks” a lot because I have rosy cheeks (or used to have them when I was a baby). I don’t really have a lot. 45. Relationship status: It’s... complicated? 46. Zodiac sign: Aries. 47. Pronouns: I never understand what this means... I guess She/Her. 48. Favourite TV show: You’re basically asking me to list every single show I’ve ever bloody watched; The Walking Dead, The Big Bang Theory, Friends, Modern Family, Brooklyn Nine-Nine. 49. Tattoos: Nah. 50. Right or left hand: Right.

FIRST…

51. Surgery: Thankfully, I’ve never had one. 52. Piercing: No piercings. 54. Sport: Football. 55. Vacation: Santorini, Greece. 56. Pair of trainers: A pair of Reeboks.

57. Eating: Nothing, but, I’m thinking about what I want for dinner. 58. Drinking: Water. 59. I’m about to: Do a shit-tonne of Harry Talk writing whilst listening to some music because I’m in one of those relaxing moods. 60. Listening to: Harry Styles. 61. Waiting for: Nothing in particular. A text back from my last reply... but... that isn’t going to happen. 62. Want: The bloody reply. 63. Get married: I think so, yeah. If I find the right guy. 64. Career: I’d love to go into writing and publish a book; but, my go-to career is working in the Forensic Science department and being with the crime scene investigators.

YOUR TYPE…

65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes. 67. Shorter or taller: A little taller... but not too tall. 68. Older or younger: I’m not that bothered. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Don’t matter. 71. Sensitive or loud: Definitely a mixture of both. 72. Hook up or relationship: A relationship. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Uhhh... Maybe a bit of both? Someone who isn’t afraid to do anything but also someone who knows when not to do something.

HAVE YOU EVER…

74. Kissed a stranger?: Nah. 75. Drank hard liquor?: Nah. 76. Lost glasses contact/lenses: Nah. 77. Turned someone down: Yes. 78. Sex on first date: I don’t think so, no. 79. Broken someone’s heart: I think I may have? 80. Had your heart broken: Yes. 81. Been arrested: Nah. 82. Cried when someone died: Of course.  83. Fallen for a friend: Uh, I don’t think so, no.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… 

84. Yourself: I’m working on that. 85. Miracles: To some extent, yes. 86. Love at first sight: Yes. 87. Santa Claus: Nah. 88. Kiss on the first date: If both parties are good with that. 89. Angels: I don’t really know...

OTHER...

90. Current best friend’s name: Megan. 91. Eye colour: Green. 92. Favourite movie: The Pirates of the Caribbean movies are my favourites right now. I love them so much.

I’m not really sure on who to tag here... I’m terrible when it comes to tagging people because I never really know who’s done it and who hasn’t done it before. Haha. So, if you see this, I guess you can do it? It’s fun! xx