#i've gotten TOTALLY ADDICTED to coffee

[waitmyturtles]

@respectthepetty covered us yesterday with the BIG! NEWS! from The Promise, episode 8, that Nan realized that Phu has a brother in Khunkhao, who’s come back to Thailand from Melbourne. (And, wow, MAD PROPS to Nan for being the MOST WANTED MAN in SE Asia -- every last iota of testosterone is focused on our homey right now.)

Did we get the same dallying from Phu as from past episodes? Yeah, same. (Man, Phu? What the fuck? DISSING ON NAN’S COOKING before even trying it for YOUR BIRTHDAY DINNER? As a MOM, I am UPSET at this behavior, apologize! Apologize for EVERYTHING, I’m jabbing my index finger! Bad bad bad.)

But anyway, I’m getting distracted by something (and I’ll CC @heretherebedork and @shortpplfedup if you wanna add thoughts here), a theory that I cooked up while Phu was answering the interview questions and while he was being a whiny B during his BIRTHDAY DINNER:

I THINK NAN KNOWS THAT PHU LOVES HIM. 

Hear me out. Nan’s no dummy. He said he knew how Party felt about it when Party confessed.

AT THIS POINT -- if Nan knew about Party’s feelings -- certainly we could assume that Nan could also vibe on Phu and Phu’s feelings?

And/or -- ANOTHER THEORY, expanded from @heretherebedork‘s note about Nan being ready to confess via the birthday note on Phu’s plate:

Nan remembers the drunk college kiss while they’re in college. Nan wants it to continue and to ‘fess up to Phu. Phu leaves. Maybe, maybe -- NAN BLAMES HIMSELF for Phu leaving BECAUSE NAN HAS FEELINGS, TOO -- and Nan might think that HE chased off Phu. (Thus explaining this dumb cycle of Nan always blaming himself.)

Nan’s definitely still IN PAIN because Phu left. Before the mid-season break, Nan wanted Phu out of his life, because Phu wouldn’t explain why he left.

But I wonder if.... Nan is caught in the same cycle as Phu regarding confessing his feelings. Nan wanted to get an explanation from Phu as to why Phu left, and Nan deserves that explanation. But besides being abandoned -- does Nan want to know what Phu’s feelings for Nan are? Does Nan need confirmation that it was HIMSELF that Phu was running away from, because Nan loves Phu?

Or...was the birthday note written by Nan to HELP Phu feel comfortable in Phu’s own feelings for Nan? Is Nan trying to DRAW OUT Phu at this point?

All just theories. I will be so happy to be wrong. Our Dating Sim did awl this shit a whole lot better. But at least for the first theory, that Nan simply knows -- my auntie ears are perked and the scent trail is stronger. I’ll get on the WhatsApp auntie group chat with y’all to kibbitz. 

NAN KNOWS SOMETHING. NAN’S BEEN HOLDING ON TO SOMETHING THIS WHOLE TIME, sneaky. He’s not as innocent as his many admirers have you believe.

(Uncle Tong, you did it, you’re getting the ship sailing again -- the sea’s still choppy, but I think you can make it happen!)

[jakey-beefed-it]

Went in for a checkup today and got basically all good news- they'll be able to re-issue all my prescriptions so I don't have to get just a month at a time anymore, my blood pressure is pretty good, and I've got a referral for my usual diabetic bloodwork.

Over the past couple years, from my peak weight, I've lost an entire shirt size, my face has gone from bright red and spherical to mostly even colored and ovoid, and I've got a lot more energy for things like walking short distances (like 2 km at the outside). So I really thought I would've lost a significant amount of weight.

But no. I've lost, maybe, 25-30 lbs, like 12 or 13 kg, when I needed to lose almost ten times that much to get down to 'healthy'. Reasoning it through, I've put on a lot of muscle specifically in my legs, having gone from totally sessile computer lump who rarely walks father than the distance to his car to mostly-sessile computer lump who lives on the 3rd floor and has to walk down to the grocery store a few times a week. And as every person who's ever worked out to lose weight has told themselves in a panic, 'muscle weighs more than fat'. Meaning it's more dense, presumably, to avoid whole the 'steel's heavier than feathers' Limmy thing.

So okay. I've gotten healthier, that's the main thing. My blood pressure is looking genuinely good, and while my blood sugar is probably too high still due to being addicted to coffee but unable to drink it without lots of creamer, on the whole, this is good news. I should be happy.

I am not happy.

I feel like a guy who's climbing a mountain through raw determination and teeth-grinding effort, thinking he's at least nearing the halfway mark, turning a bend to realize he's not even where people pitch their goddamn base camps. 'Sisyphean' springs to mind, though aside from putting some weight back on last year when I was back in the US for 6 months, I haven't actually lost much progress, at least. I've just made... so little progress compared to what I thought.

Part of the problem of course is that I'm too fat for regular scales; they're just not rated to deal with someone my size and report 'error' if I'm lucky and they don't just fuckin break. So I had no means of measuring my progress other than 'shirt fits better now' and 'can walk a few blocks without feeling like death now'. And then I got weighed properly for the first time in two years, and, oy vey.

It's not going to change anything, I'm still going to live on the third floor and need to walk around the neighborhood on a fairly regular basis, but man is it discouraging. And before anyone says it, yes, I know it's technically a significant amount of weight for a human to lose, and it's healthier to lose it more slowly over time than all in a rush, and I'm on the right track, but god. I thought I was doing better than this.

Anyhow that's why I'm in a funk tonight, how's by you kind folks?

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Spencer Reid + Migraines

(Chronic pain as a metaphor for emotional baggage or emotional blocks in media)

TLDR; I hate it when media uses pain (especially irl chronic pain conditions) as a metaphor for emotional trauma and allows a character to be healed once they have gotten over their trauma.

So this is a rant I've had building up for a while now, especially because I've seen quite a few people on my dashboard talking about Maeve/the Maeve storyline, and how she was introduced to the show as Spencer's doctor who magically "cured" his headaches with vitamins? Apparently (I don't remember the details because I haven't seen those episodes in so long, but yikes).

I am a chronic pain sufferer and I have been formally diagnosed with chronic migraines. Because of a medication used to treat chronic migraines, I haven't had an attack in more than three years (save for one outlier).

Migraines are an intensely serious medical problem, and it's weird to me that Spencer was clearly having migraine attacks on the show and they didn't address it as it's own medical problem? They just acted like he was having some light headaches and needed to ignore it and get over the problem or "find the root cause" - aka stop being sad and then your brain will get better???

When I was originally watching the Season 6 episodes where Spencer starts struggling with his "headaches", I have never related to something more in my life. Especially because at that point in my life, I was still have 2 or 3 migraine attacks per month, and seeing him wearing sunglasses indoors, aggressively bouncing his leg to try and distract from the pain while sitting in a hospital waiting room, rubbing his eye sockets, flinching at the light - that was and sometimes still is my life.

When the doctors determined that he didn't have epilepsy, didn't have a tumor, etc. I was like "okay, so they're gonna treat him for migraines and acknowledge that migraines are a really detrimental chronic pain condition."

But no. They just have him the whole "idk. You're not dying so the pain must be cause you're like... sad."

And I totally understand Spencer not wanting to take medication because of his past with Dualdid, but there are so many non-narcotic options for pain treatment. Especially because his character is very into science, it would have been interesting to see him exploring alternative (very traditional) medicine like acupuncture or massage, while acknowledging his past drug addiction as a problem and saying that he doesn't want to relapse.

Hell, it would have even been nice for them to acknowledge that his caffeine addiction could have been affecting his headaches and for there to be a little subplot where he was super irritable because his doctor asked him to quit coffee to see if it made his headaches go away. (Because one of the first migraine treatments is quitting caffeine, chocolate, or alcohol - common trigger foods.)

But instead, the show presented his headaches as a physical presentation of his emotional pain. Which is something incredibly common for shows to do - the other example I can think of is Weeds. But in general I fucking hate the idea that chronic pain is just an embodiment of emotional trauma, and once you get over that emotional trauma, you are "cured". (Because it was narratively implied in the show that part of the reason Maeve was able to cure his headaches is because he was in love with her, not because of the weird pills she gave him.)

For once, I would like to see a show acknowledge chronic pain as a problem that is 100% out of the control of a person, and even though it's not life threatening, it still fucking sucks. And while it might be treatable, it is incurable. Like HELLO

Don't treat it like some emotional arc that the person has to get over and not a problem that people have to realistically battle for their whole lives. I HATE the metaphor that pain is just a manifestation of negative emotions and it will go away once you acknowledge your trauma or battle those negative emotions.

I so badly wanted them to acknowledge Spencer as a chronic migraine patient and treat him as such.

But anyway. That's it

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

I just want to put a major trigger warning to this, and say that if you don't want to answer or even read this, I totally understand. I just need to let this out of me, to someone who could possibly understand. I know no one irl who has or had an ed, nor anyone even online who is trying to recover.

I want to recover at 100%, as in eating food with no consideration for calories or ''health'' (actually just the fear of carbs and 'bad foods'), eating like anyone would, like before. I long for a normal life again, and I've evolved so much, my life could be wonderful.

I said I really wanted to do it, again. I'm in holidays, so I can try to eat more and challenge fear foods, without fearing mental breakdowns in class or guts issues, or anything. But still, it's holding me.

There is this sort of nostalgia that is coming back, my ed shouting louder and louder, grasping me and convincing me I don't want to leave this life. It's so easy, it's so comforting! Hiding behind a wall of numbers and a bunch of math, under this faint and fake vanity and superficiality, focus all my attention, all my worries on this. A perfect control. And I know it's twisted. And I know it's stupid.

A part of me just wants to destroy myself, and I hate to say that, because I know it's mean I'm not fine, when I thought I was doing so much better. It comes to me, more and more often these days, this awful fantasy of these planned meals and half empty fridge, when I'll live alone, how I would follow these poor diets, dress my frail and sick body with big rags or pretty tops, drink coffee while enjoying the agony of hunger.

Many things bring me back nowadays. Some shades of lights, some smells, some words, nothing precise, but I'm thrown in this addiction again. It feels so wrong, I hate myself for wanting this, for being like this. I feel sad and stupid, having lost myself almost willingly to this hell and still being entrapt in it. I was what, 17 when I started? Spent my 18th years old birthday crying, starving. Still restricting for my 19th. I want to cry, how can I be so stupid and just give up so much time, so much joy? Why do I want this?

I don't know what to do. How do I do? How can I toss this trash away, mourn this twisted little universe? How do I stop romantizing my slow death, how do I stop to love dying ?

I'm sorry if this is too harsh to read. I really don't want to make anyone feel bad. But I'm just here, alone, crying in my sheets, and I'm terrified of anything.

Hi, anon. I'm so sorry you've been struggling with this. This has been sitting in my ask box for a bit, just because I've been very low-spoons in my current circumstances, but I hope you are okay.

I think it's excellent that you have been pursuing goals for full recovery and that you recognize the life it could give you. However, you hit the nail on the head when you described your ED as an addiction. An ED can absolutely become an addiction, and addiction changes the brain. It creates strong triggers associated with thought patterns and memories, and these are not so easily changed or gotten rid of. It takes a lot of practice, learning which coping tools work best for you, and lots of time for the brain re-wire itself before that call to the addiction begins to lessen. For some, it never is truly "gone" but affected individuals become stronger, more skilled at navigating the triggers, and further and further along in their healing process.

You are not alone, and you do not need to beat yourself up. A lot of us who've had EDs have romanticized our sickness before, and have clung to it when we knew better. A lot of people struggling with any addiction, even those who seem to be recovering and building much better lives, still feel that strong call back to their old life. Knowing that old life was bad and destructive doesn't lessen the cravings generated in the brain, because the cravings aren't originating from the part of your brain that uses logic. It doesn't mean anything bad about you that you experience thoughts of relapse. It just means that this experience had a significant impact on your brain that is not quickly forgotten. And even knowing this, you can continue to choose recovery every time. You may even find it gets easier to do.

I'm sorry to hear you don't have anyone to compare experiences. I wonder if you could access ED-informed therapy or a support group in your area? It seems like it could really help you to have that support and solidarity, as well as a professional helping you practice utilizing tools to get through urges to relapse. If you cannot access these supports, here are some things you can do on your own: write and create art when you feel this way. Putting the feelings out there will help you understand and process them. Destroy all writings if you aren't living in a safe place, though. Sit with the feelings. Don't pretend you're not feeling them. Let yourself process them. Cry if you need to. Breathe it out. Ask yourself where these feelings came from, what they are trying to tell you, and what you need to heal. And finally, acknowledge your destructive thoughts without giving them power. The more you try to suppress them, the more they will covertly distress you. You don't have to feel guilty about having them, it's all part of the process. Let yourself understand that you are feeling a call back to your addiction, as those who suffer from addiction often do, and that you don't have to beat yourself up for the thoughts. They're thoughts, you have them, you don't need to punish yourself for them. In fact, when you learn what painful or destructive thoughts are trying to tell you about your experience, you may be able to more effectively use your healing tools to move toward the wellness you want. So have some compassion for yourself, because you deserve that wellness just as much as anyone else out there in the healing process.

[allthingsfook]

Good afternoon! I hope this finds you well. I would absolutely adore being shipped if you feel so inclined!

Physically, I'm about 5'4. I have a curvy hourglass kind of shape. I'm pale. I have long natural strawberry blonde hair with lighter blonde highlights. I have big green eyes.

Personality wise, I am very much an introvert and a loner. I have a strong preference for deep conversations over loud, crowded social events. I do love music and will make an exception for concerts, though.

I'm guarded, but I'm really sensitive and soft hearted deep down (it's the Cancer in me). I'm shy, but once I feel comfortable around someone, I'll be crazy and let my freak flag fly. I'm always told that I'm so innocent looking and then once people get to know me, I blow them away. I have kind of a dark, dry sense of humor that isn't for everyone. When I finally love, I love hard. I'm loyal and fiercely protective of the people I care about, whether in a romantic, platonic, or familial sense. When anyone fucks with someone I care about, I rain down holy hellfire on their asses and it kind of shocks people because I'm often underestimated.

I am pursuing a degree in social work because I want to use my passion and my bleeding heart to work toward making this world a better, more compassionate place in any way I can. I am extremely dedicated to my studies- probably to an excessive degree at times.

In what little free time I have, I enjoy reading (I'm a bit of a bookworm). I also love to write; it's my favorite creative outlet. I love music of nearly every kind but unfortunately, I have never gotten the chance to learn to play myself, although I've always wished I could. I love going to shows when I can. I also enjoy true crime podcasts, going for walks in nature, and feeding my coffee addiction.

If astrology and MB types factor into this, I'm a Cancer sun, Virgo moon, Virgo rising, and INFJ.

I appreciate you taking the time to do these. I hope you have a beautiful day!

Hello sweet anon! I really appreciate the kind request 💖 I hope you enjoy what follows!

I ship you with…

Jake 🖤🎶

To start, I’ve said over and over that I don’t really touch too much on physical characteristics because all of these men are so much deeper than that! BUT if I must say, Jake would adore your figure. He’d constantly be tracing his fingers over your hips and back. Even if he isn’t vocal about it, he’d be leaving hints 😉 Your strawberry hair and lush green eyes would capture his attention 24/7. There could be something so serious and important going on, but if you were in the room, he’d be completely enveloped; dissociating into your natural beauty ❤️

You couldn’t be any more compatible with Jake concerning your personality. On many occasions we’ve heard others talk about how Jake often initiates late night, long winded conversations. I have a feeling, he’d feel comfortable with you on the first night you meet that it would end with one of those deep dives into piratical history, literary interpretations, or whatever else occupies his enigmatic mind.

All the outings and concerts we’ve seen Sam, Danny, and Josh at….. it’s no shock we don’t see Jake out so much. I think he’s at a point in his life where he values quiet evenings full of soft, crackling vinyls, home cooked meals, and plenty of good books. By the sounds of it, I think that would be perfectly okay with you ☺️ Being with Jake would sorta be like hanging out with a wise old grandpa stuck in a 27 year olds body 🤣

Jake is also a quiet, reserved soul when mingling and conducting business, but when he is with the people he loves and trusts the most he blossoms. I think you’d fall head over heels for him over and over again when you see him with the other boys. Totally goofy and relaxed. After you are done, appreciating the amazing man and friends you have surrounded yourself with, you feed right into the chaos!!! The boys would love you for that. If you can put up with all the antics, you are perfect for Jake.

Your love and loyalty you share with Jake would be unparalleled. What a great foundation for a relationship built around rock n roll and life on the road. As much as the both of you would enjoy your private time, it surely would stack up. Jake would invite you on the road for a week. That time filled with sound checks, side stage, and late night meals and drinks. Don’t forget the memories. Jake would also appreciate your passion for your loved ones. He is too. To think about how Jake has been a protector of Josh all these years; doing that tastefully, eloquently, and kind.

Jake would be extremely proud of you for your dedication and passion for your professional endeavors. He’d low key be attracted to you studying and delving into your homework. He’d keep a distance, letting you focus, but as he notices you wrapping up he’d snake his arms around you and kiss your temple. Kinda turned on by your brains 😊

All of your creative outlets would be things you and Jake would bond over as your relationship grows. He’s a bookwork for sure, but much like you that’s only when he has time for it. Being home and having some time off from touring would allow the both of you to get your fix. I could see him stocking up on musicians autobiographies and pirate fictions. I could also see the both of you deciding on the same book to read separately and when the both of you are finished, discuss your interpretations and dissect the plot/characters/ and so on.

Just like books, Jake would love diving into the cinematic universe. I feel like true crime would be right up his alley. Not only the tellings of chilling accounts, but loosing himself in the rabbit holes he’d fall down. He’d spend just as much time doing his own research as he would marveling over the documentaries and podcasts.

I hope you enjoyed the ship!!!! Here’s a little collage and song ship for you to enjoy as well! I always like to hear what you guys think, so don’t be shy 💕

[elysiumxii]

💍 🏢 🍒 [ Cory, Giselle, Envy ]

Naughty Little Meme ft cory, giselle & envy

💍ever had an affair?

cory would never. he is the loyalist of pups. he would run to his s/o crying if he so much as held hands with someone who wasn't them. the guilt would just eat him up!

🏢most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex?

depends which version of cory you have, tbh. the version people usually start out with (and then end up totally debauching which i live for), is such a momma's boy sweetheart, probably the most public place was a love hotel/motel type place. hire a room, have some sexy sex - that counted for dirty and public then.

though the most public place he'd wanted to not that is a different story! gym changing room, obviously. restaurant bathroom and maybe behind the counter of the coffee house he part time baristas at... well, he's hidden anyway, if you catch my drift! and him catch a dick to the face lolol.

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

this is a really good question because with cory, i kind of don't know! i pretty much know he isn't a virgin, but i've never been able to nail down (lol) his first in my head.

i'm thinking another boy, late in his school years, same sports team. that's as far as i've gotten.

💍ever had an affair?

has she cheated? no. has she made out with a married man or two...? maybe. maybe

🏢most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex?

house party! some douche with a hot body, crap chat but good kisses. however things on the public sphere that she would like to try, now these are more classy. a pair of panties slipped off at a fancy restaurant, a little roaming hands under a table before a fumble in a car. all done with a man in a lovely suit who can afford a 20% tip on their bill, of course.

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

very bad college sex with her fellow student body, until... very good sex with a member of the faculty 👀

The technical first one though she was 19, rented college house, then boyfriend, after a cinema date - max 2 minutes and very disappointing!

pls don't make me look too deep into this monster's mind lolol

💍ever had an affair?

i think you have to actually be loyal to someone first to be able to cheat in any way... if it's likely to rile you up, envy will do it. he's the sort that would take their partner to a club, just to make out with someone on the dancefloor and make sure his partner saw. all that tasty jealousy and rage!

🏢most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex?

name it, he's probably done it. this guy might as well be lust at this point. i've never actually written envy in a proper ship with someone, which is probably for the best, because i can see them wanting to move through a plot/scene and envy is just... trying to make out at every juncture.

outside/public? he doesn't care!

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

oooOOOooo being the embodiment of sin, it's hard to even imagine, but i can guess that when he did do it for the first time, an addiction was born haha because after he's had someone like that, their jealousy and possessiveness would have gone through the roof and then they're just delicious to him! he's such a bad person pls help me..

[ignyxdaughter]

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

(𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬! 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬)

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A/N: English is not my first language. I don’t own The Punisher and Legacies characters; they’re, respectively, Stan Lee and Marvel Studios, L. J. Smith and Julie Plec. Also, this is my Billy and some The Punisher events will be changed due to the story's course!

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warnings: brief mentions of torture and death

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I take a sip of my coffee while replaying the camera records of the Golden Event. The more I see, the more I believe that Katherine is not an amateur. She chose a golden dress with long sleeves to match the saloon's walls and don't drag too much attention, waddled through the hall without stumble in anyone, used reactions and expressions that Katarina would do... Moreover, she took her documents and went to check the windows and the painting after talking to the detective.

I was on the 2nd floor at that time, discussing business about Anvil, when Amberly texted me that she was going to get Rina on the bathroom. It didn't get according to the plan, of course. She told me that Katarina was out of her sight when she looked up at the phone and had to text others to find her. No one answered.

Amberly went to where Rixton were, seeing Katherine throw a knife in him. The girl is really a fighter to have stuck her heel in Dom's foot and gotten rid of the chloroform handkerchief with such ability. Most people that try to fight Dom are usually defeated in 5 minutes.

I sigh, rubbing my face. Besides an Anvil deal I've made, this night was a total waste of time. I still have spies around looking for Katarina, there's a stranger in my basement and Decario still has the dossier because that detective couldn't hold a bloody visit to the bathroom! It's his fault I don't have the documents. It's his fault Decario hadn't found anyone in the location and returned home with the dossier still in his hands.

A knock on my door brings me back to reality, and I order the person to enter, pausing the video. Dante enters with a pile of paperwork. "That's all we found, boss."

I point to my table, and he put it here. It's a tiny pile for someone's life. "That's all?"

"Yes. Couldn't find much things. And many of the information aren't detailed. It's like she's a normal person."

"Which she surely isn't."

He nods. "Boris said Katarina was seen in Savannah two weeks ago. She's not there anymore, but her wallet was found empty in her room's safe box."

"As I suspected, she indeed met Katherine. The documents are with her." A small grin appears on the corner of my mouth. How I love being right! However, there's a nervous expression in Dante's features. Although he's a tough guy, he still is afraid of me. So he's probably thinking this information will make me mad — I have to admit this whole mistery is taking a little of my patience off. "Spit it out, Dante.”

"I interrogated the detective."

I look at him from top to bottom, considering if he's trying to lie to me. "And?"

"And after a few punches he said he began to feel under the weather in the middle of the party, thinking it was something he ate. Amberly suggested it was venom, but it wouldn't make sense a public event have poisoned food."

Mikko Johnson was found unconscious in the male bathroom of the party. It was what ended the Golden Event so soon. Decario was already gone at that point, and I grabbed the detective myself and brought him here to teach him a lesson. Didn't pay him to pass out in the middle of one of the most importante deliveries of this mafia.

He doesn't have any mental or physical problem, any addiction or toxic relationship. He's married, and just want a salary increase. Plus, he's very well known of not letting anything slip out of his hands. That's a few of the reasons I chose him. This man doesn't have any problem!

Amberly may be right. Mikko may have been poisoned. But not to kill, just to disable. That kind of venom is usually used by experts to not get caught, since it takes at least na hour to do complete effect on the victim. So, if Johnson passed out at 11:50 PM, it means he was poisoned around 9 PM.

"Pick a blood sample and get it test it right now!" Dante doesn't even hesitate on getting off my office as quickly as possible, but my shout bring him back. "Watch the girl and find more information. She's not an amateur."

He nods and closes the door. I hear his steps running through the hall while I reverse the camera record on the computer. Katherine gave the detective a glass of champagne on the conversation first minutes. She stumbled upon him and destroyed his drink before the new alcohol cups. It was her, I know it was. But how? She didn't do any suspect movement.

I zoom the video, watching every single detail more than once. If I blink, I repeat the scene till I decorate it. Katherine won't get away with this — she met and allied with Katarina, whom I'll get my revenge towards to.

And then I see it: her bracelet. Just a single press on it and the poison falls in the drink. It's the perfect weapon; simple, but dangerous.

I sigh, beginning to be frustrated. She messed with the delivery. If it wasn't for her, the dossier would be in my hands right now.

I open Katherine's file to know more about her. There really isn't much information, just the basic. But a detail catch my attention: her birthday. She's turning 27 in 5th April, the same day as Katarina. Moreover, she was born in the same place and have the same parents.

They're twins.

Katarina once mentioned she had a twin with a similar name as hers, but I'm sure it wasn't Katherine. She was on the phone with her sibling and sounded so much entertained, and the girl in the basement seems to hate the idea of talking to Katarina. Besides, she was with her documents.

"Bring me Katarina's dossier."

At the end of the day, after a meeting about the weapon delivery in London, my henchmen told me that Katherine didn't say a word since the minute I locked her. She analyzed the basement, tried the ropes' resistance and slept for a while. That's all this woman did the whole day: not even a word, not even a escape attempt, not even a single fright feature.

"It's like she's taking a vacation from work, boss!", Dante says while walking the hallway with me. "In my entire life, I've never seen someone so calm in there."

That's not a problem. She'll fear right now. "Any news from Sorrel?"

"Err— Yes. She's on her way."

"She still has 2 hours."

"Well, according to her, she needs to see you to assure some things."

I raise a brow, suspecting Sorrel's behavior. She usually gets here on the exact time of the deadline with a pile of information, using every minute on her spying. If she wants to talk to me first, there're 2 options: she didn't find anything useful or she already know Katherine. I'm gonna bet on the 2nd.

I open the basement's door in a sudden, making the girl just raise her head to look at me. No bleeding skin or ruined strings. No pee. She's still perfect, just a tiring expression with dryed blood on the top of her head.

For God's sake, it's like I'm looking to a female version of my interior!

"Ms. Morris."

"Boss."

I resist the desire of rolling my eyes. "A little bird told me you met Katarina in Savannah." Her eyes go wide, and I smirk. Finally, some reaction — a shocked one. "And that you're her sister. But tell me, how have I've never heard of you?"

She scoffs. "Let's say that Katarina and I are not friends."

"Saw that the minute I opened your purse. However—", I approach her, walking around the chair "I'm sure Katherine is not the name Rina mentioned on the phone call with her sister."

"Indeed. I'd never give her my number."

"Katrina was the one." I ignore her, and she nods. "You three are triplets, but you're not total aware from each other's lives."

Katherine sighs. "Get to the point, Mister."

"Your parents rented money from me last year, and as the generous man I am, I gave them."

"How much?"

"$15.000." I stop in her front and delicately lift her chin to look deep in her eyes. "They didn't give me that money back on the deadline, and with Katarina's runaway and you here, I have reasons to hurt them. Right now, while I'm here talking to you, there're 3 snipers outside their house just waiting for the sign. If you don't tell me now the whole truth about yourself, I'm gonna give the order to shoot."

I may be seeing things, but Katherine's light green irises began to shine. "Give it. I'd love to see it happening."

I can't hold my brows to arche on a surprising face; one that makes her smirk. "They're your parents."

"The people inside that house are nothing but biological breeders. The only thing I'd regret in not telling you the truth is not being there to watch them die."

Oh my fucking God.

"You don't care about them? Ok. But why Katarina's never mentioned your hate?"

"Because my parents are dead!" She screams with fury, but all I see is a sadness and grief trying to get out of this body. This woman suffered, and the tears threatening to leave her eyes are the prove. "I don't know who you are or what criminal activity you do to gain money. All I know is that you want Katarina and that bloody dossier. You kept me here for a day and still have no information, at least not enough to help you—"

I laugh. "You want a bargain then!"

"Don't interrupt me!"

"I interrupt who the hell I want when the hell I want! You're no different from others, Katherine."

She takes the deepest breath the strings around her allow. "I've already been humiliated, abandoned, beaten and tortured. If you want the truth, you're not getting it through something I've experienced many times. I don't care about Katarina or any other person she'd mentioned, so we can help each other."

She's clever than I thought. This plan is really interesting me. "Go on."

"I tell you everything I know about Katarina and help you find her, offering spy and assassin service during this time, in exchange of a family page of the dossier, which I'll help you put your hands on too. The deal will end the exact second we captured Katarina Elowen Morris. No more, no less."

Detailed plan to not get fooled. She really knows how to make deals. "Tempting offer. But which family?"

"Mikaelson."

I scoff. "You're kidding. There's no way." I look at her and see a serious face. She's telling the truth. "Of all empires, of all families, why do you want this one?"

"That's none of your business."

"Actually, it is. You're proposing a deal and just like you I have the right to know every detail."

There's a minute of complete silence, however, it's like I can hear the thoughts inside her head screaming at each other. Finally, she sighs. "It's take it or not."

That wasn't what I was expecting.

"You're aware I can kill you right now because of this, right?"

"Yes, and it's a pity for you that I'm crazy to know what I'll meet on the other side."

I struggle to not let a surprise reaction. Is this girl suicide and homicide? Didn't know there were such things in the world.

I sigh, fighting the urge to rub my temples. "In all these years, you're literally the hostage that'd given me the most trouble."

"Thank you."

I frown at her. "If I take this deal, you're going to obey all of my conditions."

She smirks. "Depends on its terms. After all, everything is negotiable."

I'm beginning to think I'd prefer Katarina on that chair, since Katherine's letting her mask fall through this conversation. I don't know her, but I already know she's worse than my ex. The smartest are always the challenge.

"One: you're going to live on my penthouse during this time. Two: you're not allowed to leave, sneak around, have a phone or a weapon. Three: you're going to do everything as I say, accompan me to events with not a single question, put a smile on that pretty face and wear every clothe they give you with no complain."

"Ok. But I'm not gonna wear anything that shows my back or was Katarina's. And you're going to answer me questions about the mafias of this city, tell me your name, respect some of my tastes and provide me makeup."

"And with tastes you mean..."

"Black. Dark clothes. Light colors look terrible on me."

"I can survive with that."

"Plus, if you or anyone lay a finger on me, to fight or to sex, I'm gonna beat you to death. This isn't something I'm not allowed to, is my right. I'm no punching bag or whore."

"I couldn't agree more." Another silent minute until she breaks it: "So, do we have a deal, boss?"

"Billy Russo. And yes, Miss, we have a deal."

We both smile at each other. Two people that will get that dossier and hunt Katarina to the end of the world. Two souls that have no fear.

Yes, I did a good ally.

[5-seconds-of-fuck-me-please]

I Do. (Post 1/2) (part 1 of ?)

Ashton.

"I just want a nice, normal guy to sweep me off my feet, and support my carmel vanilla coffee addiction. Is that so much to ask?!"

My best friend gave me an amused glance before dropping her gaze back towards her phone. I swear, that girl could hold two conversations face to face, surf facebook, and hold a buisness Skype call, all at the same time. A.D.D., they name is Rae.

"I've set you up on five dates so far, and you havent lasted longer then ten minutes with any of them," she countered. "So how about this...you tell me your dream guy, and I'll work off of that."

I sighed, tapping my foot nervously against the metal rung of the coffee shop table. I was always fidgeting. Whether it was shaking my foot, drumming my nails along the table, or pacing aimlessly around, I was always moving.

"I don't know," I sighed out on a breath. Picking up my iced vanilla, butterscotch, and chai latte, I took a sip before responding. "Dont you know anyone that actually has a life?"

Rae glanced up at me, cocking an eyebrow. "A life? Like, the other 5 were dead?"

I groaned. "The first guy had the ambition of a goldfish. Second guy wanted me to move into his mother's basement with him. Third guy was perfectly content to be a cashier th erest of his life and didnt want to even think about making more than minimum wage or he would loose government assistance.....shall I go on?"

Rae gave a throaty chuckle, causing three random guys to stop their conversations and look her way. She just had that way about her.

"Tell you what," she mused out loud. "Since the last five was a complete disaster, and I thought they would have been perfect for you, the next guy I pick will be the one who I think you'll hate the most. So.... Here's what I want from you. You pick what you want him to wear. You pick if you want flowers or not. And you pick the place to meet for drinks, dinner, movie...whatever. deal?"

I thought about it for a moment, the shrugged. "Fine. I want to come here. This coffee shop. No flowers. No expectations. I'll even pay for the both of our drinks. But he has to have a job. A good job. Or at least have a goal in mind," I amended.

Rae nodded. "Tell me more. Actually, tell me your dream. What's your fantasy date for this coffee. Close your eyes and describe the guy to me. What is he wearing. What does he look like. What is he drinking?"

I laughed, but saw the amusement in her eyes. Deciding to play along, I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly back.

"White button down shirt with the sleeves rolled back a bit. Nice jeans, probably faded with a hole in the leg," I laughed out. "Gorgeous smile because he laughs a whole lot and has an amazing sense of humor. Eyes that are kind and sparkle. Shaggy hair that probably falls into his eyes...." I trailed off.

"Sounds like quite the catch," Rae laughed out on a breath. She sounded amused, which kind of worried me a bit.

I opened my eyes and glanced at her. "Why do you sound like you just ate a canary?"

Rae's eyes sparkled as she tried to suppress a smile. "I know who would be perfect for you, and...he should be here in about two minutes."

My jaw dropped to the floor. "What?! Theres no way you could have called someone and set it up so fast. You had this planned!" I shrieked. Not because she set me up, but because she didnt warn me.

I was dressed in my -I dont give a shit, today is my day off- clothes. A pair of faded dark grey sweatpants with a hole in the left knee, dark green jumper with a faded brand logo running down the arm, and hair unbrushed and tossed into a messy bun. Plus I was still wearing yesterdays makeup which had faded to a lovely raccoon inspired look.

"This wasnt a setup," she argued lovingly, tossing her hands up to her side quickly. "Swear it. You know i was meeting a few friends here today. One of them would be perfect for you."

I eyed her warily. "The so-called friends that are mysteriously out of the country doing something tha you refuse to tell me, along with their names? The ones who you are best friends with...yet I know nothing about, and we have been best friends since middle school?!" I mused, scrunching my nose up at the thought.

Granted, my and Rae are best friends for over 15 years now, but there was a random 2 year period where were were heavily into the party and drug scene. We kinda split ways and didnt talk for 2 years, then both of us, separately, decided to get our lives in order and somehow reconnected as if nothing had happened.

Strange how life works out.

"They aren't...." I trailed off.

"They were, " she nodded. "Not anymore tho. I used to hang out and binge with them tho. They cleaned their lives up as well. Just took them longer."

I nodded, glancing down at my almost empty iced coffee as I dragged my nails along the styrofoam, making patterns on the cup. "I'm willing to give it a go I guess. Coffee never hurt anyone, right?"

"Right," she agreed, glancing down once again to her phone to resume whatever multi-conversation she was having.

I didnt realize until a few minutes later that I was humming and singing along the the songs playing over the cafe speakers.

"Do you like this band?" She asked randomly, not taking her focus from her phone.

"Love them," I remarked, not really paying attention. "I just got their new album yesterday actually."

She made a small chuckle. "Let me guess then...you were always a guitar or lead singer chick. So.... Luke?"

I grinned, breaking my gaze away from all the pretty little designs my nails etched into my now empty coffee cup. " Usually , yes you would have been correct. And while he is hot, as is the othe guitarist...my heart lies elsewhere in the band."

"Bassist?" She chanced, finally placing her phone down and looking up. Her eyes darted over my shoulder, then came back to focus on my face. A grin broke out, smile so wide it reminded me of the Cheshire cat.

"Um, nooo," I drawled. "I actually seemed to be drawn to.....why the hell are you staring a time like that?!" I asked, breaking the conversation. "You look fucking creepy."

Her eyes seemed to dart over my shoulder again to where the cashier counter was, then back to me again. "So the drummer then?" She mused, not bothering to hide the grin. "You have a thing for the drummer?"

I continued to stare at her, trying to puzzle out what the hell was making her act so weird. "Yeah...?" I dragged out.

"Hmmm, and why would that be? I'm honestly curious. Usually you always go for the guitar rock-God type for looks."

I cocked my head to the side. "You really want an answer?"

Rae grinned again. Nodding her head emphatically. "Oh yes. Please, by all means."

I shrugged, taking the last small sip from my coffee. "He always seemed the most put together. Knows how to laugh, but always seems polite. Has an amazing voice, but would rather be in the background playing his heart out. And he gives out total Daddy vibes," I joked. "Plus, he is seriously hot. They all are in that band actually."

Rae burst out laughing, covering her mouth with both hands. I swear, tears started to form in her eyes.

I just stared at her. "Seriously Rae, what has gotten into you today?! What's so funny?"

Her eyes darted behind me once again, but this time she nodded. I didnt even have a chance to turn around to see what she was looking at before an arm snaking over my shoulder, placing a styrofoam cup in front of me.

"You can call me Daddy if you feel the need to, but I prefer Ashton on a first date," a voice said.

I closed my eyes tightly, slowly opening them as panic filled me. My eyes traveled from the coffee, up to a bare forearm dusted in dark golden hair, to a shoulder and chest that had a white button shirt...sleeves rolled back.

Damn, but did Rae tell him how to dress?

He smirked at my dazed expression, while Rae finally got herself under control. "I didnt tell him," she rasped out, still trying to hide the amusement as she spoke. " He really was randomly dressed like that to come here."

Ashton raised a brow as he pulled up a chair, leaning over to give Rae a quick one-armed hug before sitting on the chair backwards between us.

He reached over, palm up while smiling at me. "She did however, demand that I randomly walk in and order you a vanilla butterscotch coffee without even telling me your name, or why I was buying you one. I'm being set up on a date, I take it?" He questioned again, glancing to Rae for affirmation before looking back at me, then down to his still extended hand. "Do I get a name? Or should I introduce myself again?"

I shook my head, trying to snap out of the surreal experience going on. Placing my hand in his, I cleared my throat. "You're Daddy, right?" I smirked, trying to fight the blush rising on my face. God, but do I hope he can take the joke.

His face split into a grin, laugh bursting out of his lips. "I like her," he chuckled, looking over to Rae. " This one actually knows what a joke is."

I grinned at that as he looked back at me. "I take it that Rae has tried setting you up before as well?" I questioned.

He nodded, a faint smile still gracing his lips. "One girl who decided living in her car way her dream goal. One who only ate foods that were yellow. And one who wanted to be a psychologist because she didnt understand how people laughed or why we smile at things."

My eyes went wide. "Wow. And here I thought I had it bad with the guy who only showered on days it rained cause that's how the bathtub got refilled."

Ashton let out another bark of laughter, breaking eye contact to speak to Rae once again. " You suck at setting people up. You know that?"

She raised a brow at that, stopping her cup of coffee in mid air before she could take a sip. "Oh, so should I not have introduced the two of you?" She asked, feigning a look of hurt. "And here I thought you were getting along fairly well."

Ashton shook his head. "Are you kidding me? this girl is horrible! Wont tell me her name, wont call me by mine, and she laughs at everything I say!" He rambled out. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he didnt stop looking at her.

"And he isnt the greatest catch either, " I added. "Eavesdropped a private conversation, assumed I wanted him to pay for something. I didn't ask for without asking me. And he wont let me go," I added, flicking my gaze down to our still entwined hands.

Rae nodded, a huge, fake sight escaping past her parted lips. " okay, I give up. Sorry to waste your time, Ash. I'll take her home and be back in a few minutes to catch up with you all. I assume the others are on the way?" She asked, standing up and motioning for me to follow.

Ashton shook his head. " They are on the way. But you cant take her."

Without warning, he turned and licked a wet line up my jaw. "I licked her. Shes mine now."

My jaw dropped open, but rae looked amused. "Are you gunna pee on her too?"

He turned to look at me finally, slightly swaying our hands back and forth. "Is that your kink?"

"What?! No! Why would you ask that?!"

He shrugged. "Well, I know you have a Daddy kink, just had to be sure."

"I do NOT have a Daddy kink!" I hissed out, trying to pull my hand out from his grasp. "And why the hell did you lick me?"

He was having none of it. Keeping hold of my hand, he slowly brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand before finally releasing his hold. "Cause I wanted to see what you tasted like. Vanilla, I like it." He winked.

"You do have a daddy kink," Rae interjected, laughing through her words. "I'm going to go get another coffee and grab 2 other tables for the guys. You two enjoy yourselves."

Ashton glanced at me before looking at Rae. "If I did that, we would be arrested and barred from this shop."

I think my heart stopped. Was I breathing?

"Mind if I go grab myself a drink?"

I blinked, trying to focus on his face once again. "Didn't you just order one while you were up there?"

He shook his head. "Only ordered yours. I wasnt sure if I wanted to stay once she told me she had a girl with her for me to meet."

"And now you are sure you want to stay?" I questioned.

He smiled. A sweet smile that lit up his eyes. "I think you are fucking perfect."

I blushed at that. "Yeah, right. Cause messy girl with raccoon eyes in your kink, right?"

He gave me an amusing look. "Like a guy in jeans and a white shirt is yours?" He retorted. A small sigh left his lips as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through a few messages. Once he found what he was looking for, he stopped and put the phone down on the table in front of me.

Raelyn- her fantasy sounds like you, in a white button down and a pair of worn out skinny Jean's. Just get your asses here!

Ash-and you are so sure I would like her? I sisnt agree to another date with your wacky high maintenance friends. They just want a sugar daddy.

Raelyn- shes sitting here in pajamas, messy hair, and yesterdays makeup. And she insists on buying our coffees every week. Still wanna pass her up?

Ash- ....be there in 5.

Raelyn- get her a butterscotch vanilla iced coffee.

Ash- thought she didnt want people to buy her shit?

Raelyn- then get it for me.

Ash- do I have to buy flowers or anything?

Raelyn- only if you want her to hit you with them.

Ash- I like her already.

I glanced up at Ashton, a small smile gracing my face. "So I guess it's my turn to buy you a coffee?"

He shrugged, swinging his leg back over the chair to sit down backwards on it once again. "If you insist. Pick whatever you think I would like."

I grinned this time. " whipped cream, cherries, and handcuffs?" I joked.

He beamed at me. "Nah, that's the second date. And woulsnt you know it....you already know what to call me then," he teased.

I laughed, walking away to get him a drink. I slid up alongside Rae, elbowing her in the side gently. "Are the other three coming?"

She smiled at me. "Yeah, be here any minute."

The barista asked up for our orders, while I pushed Rae's card back towards her. "I got them."

"That's 7 drinks you are paying for today," she reminded me.

"Glad your good at math," I remarked. "You can get the next round. And if they like me as a friend and we hang out in the future we can all take turns. If not, then I get to say that they are forever indebted to me. Win-win I say."

She shrugged, but didnt argue. "Fair play, that. I'll go shove the tables together and be back to help you carry them all."

But it wasnt her who came back over when the order was ready. It was Michael.

"HI," he practically yelled, squeezing me in a tight bear hug. "I'm Michael. Or Mike. Whatever."

"You seem overly happy to meet a stranger, " I laughed out, hugging him back just as tight before letting go.

"You made ashton happy," he shrugged, a huge smile on his face. "Anyone who can make his smile in the first few minutes of meeting him...especially lately, deserves to be treated like the fucking queen they are."

My brows shot up at that. "I'm a queen now. High praise. Does that make you the court jester?" I asked, handing him a cardboard tray with 4 drinks in it.

He grinned. "Sure. Anything else you wish me to carry, m'lady?"

I laughed and gave a curtsey. "Not at this time, good sir. Go forth and conquer the bistro que!"

Michael laughed, draping an arm across my shoulder while walking back to the now full tables. He set his 4 drinks down, then took one out of my hand and gave it to Rae before distributing the 4 he had.

"They're marked, and we all drink the same shit every time we go out," he explained. "The one you have is the only one I dont recognize so I assumed it is yours."

I shook my head and resumed my seat next to Ashton, with Luke next to me on the other side now. Michael and Calum were sat across from me. "Its for Ashton actually. He bought me my coffee and forgot to get his own."

"Trying to ditch her," Calum asked.

"Nope." Ashton stated. Simple. Direct. One word.

"Finally found a girl that will put up with your crazy-ass for longer than 10 minutes?" Like remarked.

"Gunna marry this one, mate," Ashton laughed out.

"Shit, you move fast," Michael snorted. "And here I was being engaged for over a year already. What am I doing wrong?"

"You actually asked your fiancee," Luke answered. "Ashton will just be standing in front of the magistrate with a blowup doll."

Everyone laughed, including me Ashton fake pouted, poking me in the side before lacing his fingers through mine. My heart gave a little flitter, but I didnt pull away.

"Come on, Love, you're supposed to defend our relationship!"

I chuckled. "Yes sir. Would you like to get married now, sir? I think I still have my old bicycle pump in my garage if you need it. And some duct tape in case your fiancee gets a hole."

He threw his head back and laughed, tightening his grip on my hand. Not hard, but in acknowledgment that it was a good laugh. "Fuck the lot of you."

"Damn, already cheating on me. And with three other men no less," I crooned, pouting my lips.

That caused another round of laughter.

"I think I'm in love with your girlfriend, " Calum huffed out. "She knows how to give back shit we dish out."

"Dont be hitting on my wife," Ashton fake growled. "I worked hard on this relationship!"

"Oh yeah? What's her name?" Rae jumped in, bemused laughter lacing each word.

A slow silence fell across the table, followed by abrupt laughter for everyone.

"Oh. My. God. You didnt even ask her what her name is yet?!" Michael bellowed, tears forming in his eyes. "I can see it now. The priest standing there like do you take this girl for your wife? And you being like, who's that?"

"Fuck all of you," Ashton gasped out through laughter again. "I'm gunna marry her one day and then shes gunna kick your asses for making fun of me."

I grinned, reaching over to poke my finger into his dimple. "Yeah? I'll kick their asses for you if you ask, darling." I agreed. "Just as soon as you get my attention and ask me. Oooh, right. You can't. Dont know my name," I beamed.

He threw back his head and chuckled. "Fuck you too, sweetheart," he remarked, leaning over to place a quick kiss to my cheek.

"Only if you scream my name out while you do," I joked.

"Fuck, but do I love a smart mouth," he agreed.

The conversation flowed easily. Two more rounds of drinks were bought over the course of a few hours, until the cafe was getting ready to close.

We all agreed to meet up next weekend, have enjoyed each others company and realizing the six of us were going to be amazing friends.

"Can we bring our girls next week?" Luke asked.

"Hell yeah " I agreed readily. "Me and Rae need all the help we can get against you four."

[lalka-laski]

Have you ever said to someone, “Bite Me”? Why did you say that? Nah, that's not me

Are you addicted to Tim Hortons Iced Capps? I don't think I've ever had one tbh. I like Timmy's hot drip coffee.

Did you like the beach a lot more as a kid more than you do now? Why/Why not? I don't remember going all that much as a kid. I definitely frequent the beach a lot more as an adult.

What’s the best way someone can show you they love you? My love language is words of affirmation so any kind of heartfelt letter, note, card or even a text.

Do you like when people give you big hugs? From certain people

Have you ever told someone you fucking love them? Who? Oh yes, I aggressively tell Glenn daily!

Can you tell when someone who was your friend, doesn’t like you anymore? This happened to me a few times in middle school. What bothered me was that these girls never outright admitted that they didn't want to be my friend anymore. They just started acting cold and distant towards me until I took the hint, and when I confronted them about it they played dumb and tried to convince me that their behavior was no different than normal. Gaslighting, much?!

How about when a guy or crush doesn’t like you anymore, can you tell? Yeah, although I still try to convince myself that things are fine even when they so clearly aren't. That happened in a quite a few past relationships.

Exactly how can you tell? My boyfriends just acted distant, the "I love yous" got fewer and further between, the conversations got shorter, the amount of time we spent together dwindled

Have you ever seriously rolled on the floor laughing? What from? YES many times!

Do you and your best friends usually act crazy? Wow... please see footage of the wedding this past weekend to get your answer

If so, do you act like that when alone, or publicly or both? Oh we're not afraid to go buck wild in public

Has there ever been a time where you just couldn’t stop crying? Yeah... plenty of times

“Everyone has someone that keeps them looking forward to another day” To the statement above, do you agree or disagree?   You have clearly never experienced depression

Have you ever experienced a feeling that was just too much to handle? What emotion or feeling was it? Um yes, all the time. Overwhelm is kinda my thing.

Do you think you could win at a hot dog eating contest? I don't eat hot dogs, and I can only assume that's kind of a requirement LOL

Have you ever tried to hold on to someone that was impossible to hold onto? Yes...

What do you think of the word “Forever.”? It's scary but comforting all at once

What’s your least favorite time of day? Why don’t you like that time? First thing in the morning... need I say more?

Do actions TRULY speak louder than words? Yeah, actions can render your words meaningful or meaningless.

If bread was eliminated, would you really care all that much? I simply couldn't live

What if all dairy products were too, then would you care? Again, I couldn't live. No cheese? No ice cream? Just kill me and put me out of my misery. Were you ever a fan of Hilary Duff? Has her music gotten better or worse? SHE WAS AND FOREVER WILL BE MY QUEEN! I love that bitch!

Do you like your lips? Do you enjoy kissing? I don't like or dislike my lips. I do enjoy kissing, though.

Do you like any music from the American Idols? Which ones? Kelly Clarkson is a gem! And I liked Carrie Underwood back in the day but now she just annoys me. Glenn has to mute the TV when her Sunday Night Football song comes on

Are you someone who just can’t get enough of that sugar crisp? Is that a drug reference or something?

Are frosted flakes GRRRRREAT? Why or why not? Nah, they're like one of the lowest tiers of cereal

Are you cuckoo for coco puffs? I like 'em

Have you ever loved a total ignorant egoistic jerk? Do you still love him or have you stopped loving him? Yes, and looking back at that time in my life makes me just wanna smack myself. I can't believe I behaved so foolishly.

Do you agree that whatever’s’ meant to be will work out perfectly? Not perfectly, no.

Are you SURE money can’t buy happiness? I just answered this in a previous survey. Money solves a lot of issues and alleviates a lot of stress which in turn, brings happiness.

Have you ever just thought, “Whatever, screw the calories” ? Far more often than I should

If so, what did you say that about, like what food? Almost always pizza or some sort of fast food

Could your parents handle you and your best friends as sisters? I am indeed best friends with my two sisters so, yes

Instead of dating, would you rather just make out and call it a day? Why? Um absolutely not. I'm in love with Glenn and plan to be committed to him for the rest of my life.

Is there someone that makes you feel out of your element? I disassociate a lot, actually. So, a lot of things.

Are you what they call a “love addict”? Explain. I don't understand what that means?

On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like personal affection? 10!!! Well from Glenn, I mean.

Have you ever REALLY wanted someone to just shut up? Why was that? Uh yeah, like all the time. I like silence.

Is there someone that makes you fall in love all over again every time? Glennie

Do you believe TRUE beauty is found in the heart? Do you swear by it? It's a nice thought. Do I swear by it? I'm not sure.

Has your sarcasm ever hurt someone’s feelings? What did you say? I'm sure at some point

Do you like when people challenge you? If so, in what? No, I'm too sensitive

Do you like to be often reminded that you are loved? I need it often

Do you like when people admit your right when you are? What if they don’t? I'm not really the type of person to get all high and mighty about that. In fact, I often end up feeling bad for the person who was wrong.

“There’s nothing a girl wants more than something she can’t have” To the statement above, do you agree? Have you ever been in that situation? No, that's silly.

Could you even live without your best friend in your life? Absolutely not

Personally for you, is falling for someone way beyond your control? Yeah. I tried really hard not to fall in love with Glenn because I was so scared of getting hurt again. But now I know him and trust him enough to believe that he will never do that.

Do you agree life screws us all over at least one time in life? I mean, yeah

Do your friends completely understand your past and accept it? Yeah, I guess so

Do they also accept and believe in your future? Damn this is deep. But yes.

Spell out the letters I-H-O-P, then say ness. Do you get it? Good one....

Do you think ,dream and worry about love? I think and dream about it, but I don't worry about it anymore. I know Glenn is my soulmate and his love for me is undying.

How about do you want love, or looking for it?

Do you randomly eat when your bored? What do you eat usually? Way too much. It's a habit I can't kick...

[nina--dobrev]

Text: The truth to this statement is too real. I've gotten back into my coffee addiction. Text: Not a lot, been traveling to different film festivals to show Sun Dogs.

[Text]:Now that you’re no longer cut from them. I remember the struggle. There couldbe worst addictions to have. My latest is playing with Instagram filters onset. Totally working here. xD  

[Text]:Is it getting good reviews? How are you liking directing and producing comparedto acting?