#idk man I just really love anything involving time travel and this game is scratching an itch

[iamsweden]

WOW COOL GLAD I BEAT THE KING AND OUR FUN ADVENTURE IS OVER NOW AND EVERYTHING CAN BACK TO NOR--

Very good question, Sif! Why are we back?

I'm so invested in this story now. (As if I wasn't already.) But I'm so excited to see where this goes. My working theory so far is that Sif is definitely from this country whose whole existence everyone forgot, and that's why his memory is so faulty too. But I think the loops themselves started literally right before the game began with that opening cutscene where Siffrin eats the star (very Howl's Moving Castle of him). Did he make a deal and promptly forget about it? Or is any of this real?

There was a chat with Loop where they said they don't care about any other characters in a sort of fourth wall breaking way, as if viewing them just as mindless characters. What if maybe they kind of are? At least in the grand scheme of things?

I don't know. My roommate is playing this now too, but he went and read the story breakdown before hand and said it's not nearly as convoluted as I'm making it out to be. BUT, I'm still holding out home it's going to be a little convoluted. As a treat.

[pumpkinpot]

BG3 X farmers market booths

farmers market season is upon us and I am an avid faire/con/market goer. I loved the entire side quest in BG3 involving the traveling circus, and it got me thinking.... What kind of booth or show would each of the bg3 companions have?

There is only a few ways I could see the troupe actually agreeing to participate one is they are really low on funds and the other is an investigation. either works for these ideas.

Roland: He mentions that he has a big interest in making magical education more accessible to the masses so I feel that that would be a bit part of his booth. you know those booths at farmers markets that all sell secondhand books on rolling carts? I feel like that's the vibe. He has posters for magical workshops being hosted at Razmith and cozy chairs for people to sit around under and umbrella and read for a while.

Karalach/ Dammon: they decided to put their skills together and forge artisanal cloak pins and other fineries. its really helpful having someone who can heat the metals so quickly so dammon can craft quicker. Its not long that they have to eventually raise their prices because everyone at the faire wants one of their hair pins or spoon rings.

Astarion/ Scratch: He was offered a place in the kissing booth that he immediately turned down. Of course, his alternative idea was a blood drive. cheeky bastard. in the end he settled for animal handler. Believe it or not, once he no longer had to rely on animals as his food source he found he was quite good with them. He got the idea from constantly having to repair scratches ball, so he decided, with some help from Halsin, to make toys that cannot be destroyed no matter how tuff your pet. He also sells bandanas with tracking spells woven into them and treats that let your dog speak for an hour or two. Him and scratch make an adorable team, people commenting consistently on their matching hair and bandanas. He sells the most of anyone at the fair, followed closely by Halsin.

Halsin: Mans forgot that yall are here to make money. He decided make a booth for pollination education. He has a lepidopterarium for people who want to hold butterflies while he tells them the importance of local wildflowers. Everyone that visits the booth gets a seed bomb. when he was told he actually needed to sell something he settled on honey he harvested. He has to ask you what people mean when they say he's of "beekeeping age," and what "forest daddy" means.

Gale: Idk where this came from really, but I feel like he has a candle booth. but enchanted candles. hear me out. "this candle smells like the first warm day of the year, when the sun touches your skin for the first time in months," o, "this candles you can poor on your skin to heal a pulled muscle or burn," or "this candle influences your dreams and takes you where you want to go."

Blurg/Omeluum: Naturally, they have a mushroom booth. But not just mushrooms. Burg took one culinary class and decided he needed to open a food truck, but everything was mushrooms. fried mushroom poppers, mushroom tacos, balsamic mushroom skewers.. Omeluum is just happy to be able to be in public now with its partner.

My Tav (October): The plan to have a spider booth was shot down pretty quickly, so there needed to be a compromise. October decided to have a crochet booth with tons of different projects like blankets, stuffed animals, cowls etc. but they were all made by spiders. Pino was the only one present for the market and a few people wanted to hold her, though most moved along upon hearing the labour practices of Octs products.

Authors Note: I would love to write a second part to this, I just don't have the spoons at this moment. If you have anything else you'd like to see let me know!

Link to Master list (I do not have a gaming masterlist yet. Hopefully more to come!)

[ladytesla]

Romance and Revolution: Writing

I got bored today so I made little 2-300 word blurbs for all the guys I made for my Ikemen American Revolution shitpost fake otome game.  Which I might make someday.  Idk.

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette

I sank down into a chair beside Lafayette to catch my breath.  He smiled at me, his eyes shining in the candlelight.

“Mademoiselle’s face is glowing,” he said.  “It is a pleasure beyond description to see you enjoying yourself so much.”

I could feel my face grow hot, and not just because I had been dancing.

“There’s one man I have been wanting to dance with, Lafayette,” I teased, “but I haven’t seen him get up once.”

Now it was his turn to blush, a charming red creeping over his cheeks.

“Ah, though I do know how to,” he said sheepishly, “no one wants to see such clumsy steps as mine.”

“I’m sure that’s not true!”  I urged him.  “Please?”

“No, no, I’ll stay here,” he mumbled.  “The last time I danced…  I was laughed off of the dance floor by the Queen of France herself.”

My jaw dropped.  Eloquent, princely Lafayette… laughed off a dance floor?  I couldn’t imagine.

“Well, it seems I’ve finally found a flaw in you,” I said with a grin.  “I’ve been looking for so long and haven’t been able to find any others.”

He looked surprised for a moment, then laughed.  A musical sound that made me laugh too.

“Mademoiselle’s silver tongue would be right at home in the French court,” he smiled.  “Perhaps you should come with me someday.”

“I don’t speak French, remember?”  I asked.

“You could charm everyone with that smile alone,” he reassured me. 

Now it was my turn to blush.

  Mariot Arbuthnot

“You’ve lived near the ocean all your life, and never been to sea?”  Mariot looked at me and shook his head.  “I don’t understand it.  I joined the navy at 10.”

“I started working at my father’s practice when I was 15,” I countered.  “Medicine doesn’t really involve going to sea.”

“I suppose not,” he shrugged.  The ship suddenly pitched beneath our feet, and I lost my balance with a little yelp.

“C-careful!”  I ran into his chest, solid as a wall, and he reached up to grip my shoulders, steadying me.  When I looked up, his face was bright red.

“You don’t have your sea legs, I take it,” he said, guiding me to the railing so I could hang on to it.  I had no idea how he was able to stand so easily on a heaving deck, shifting his weight to counteract each pitch and roll.

“I’ll have my sailmaker assemble a hammock chair for you to sit in, the next time you come,” he promised. 

“Thank you, Mariot,” I smiled gratefully at him.

“It’s nothing, he’s bored anyway, so I figured…” He became very interested in a knothole in the deck, kicking at it.  “It’ll keep you out of the way… women aren’t supposed to be on a ship of war.”

“So do you not want me to come see you?”  I asked.

“I never said that,” he mumbled. 

  Alexander Hamilton

Alexander finished writing a letter and sealed it, then turned to me.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, lovely,” he flashed that dazzling grin at me.

“It’s all right,” I said.  I enjoyed watching him work.  The look of concentration on his face, the speed of his quill, the soothing sound of it scratching against paper…  but when I looked at the clock, it was far later than our agreed meeting time for dinner.

“You work too hard sometimes, Alexander,” I said reproachfully.

“There IS a war going on,” he chided as he held out my cloak to me.  “But once I’m done for the day, my time belongs to you.”  He offered his arm with an elaborate flourish.  “Shall we?”

“You still want to go to dinner?”  I laughed as I slipped my arm through his.  

“With you on my arm?  Absolutely,” he nodded firmly.  “It’s not very often I can parade around with a beauty like you on my arm.  I want to make the whole town jealous.”

“It seems you have a way with words whether you’re writing or speaking,” I said.  He held the door for me, and we stepped out into the evening twilight. 

“I do try,” he said warmly.  “especially when you’re involved.”

I looked into his eyes, at the confidence radiating from them, and felt absolutely helpless.

  Charles Cornwallis

“Let me come with you, Charles,” I demanded.  “I can help, I know medicine—”

“Absolutely not,” he frowned.  “You’re going to stay here.  There’s no place in the city more secure than this.”

“But what about you?”  I asked.  I followed him through the parlor as he pulled on his cloak.  I didn’t want to be apart from him, not for a moment.  I didn’t want to be like so many other women, waiting for someone who may never come home.

“I said no,” he repeated.  He stopped me in the doorway, his hands gripping my arms.  There was a ferocious glint in his eyes, making him look almost feral.  His face softened, however, when I spoke again.

“I just want to help you,” I rested my hands on his chest, toying with the clasp of his cloak.

In an instant, he pulled me into a fierce embrace, one arm around my waist and a hand on the back of my head, pressing me against him.

“Help me by staying where I know you won’t get hurt, you fool,” he whispered in my ear.  “I don’t want to lock you away to keep you from harm, but I swear to God, woman, test me again and I will.”

He pulled back to press his lips to the top of my head. 

“Stay here and wait for me,” he said again, his face set like a marble statue.  And with a whirl of his cloak, he walked down the steps toward war.

  George Washington

“Have you seen this?”  I asked, waving the pamphlet I’d found angrily in the air.  Drunkard looked up and let out a woof of disappointment that I’d disturbed his nap.

“Let me guess,” George looked up from the map he was examining.  He looked tired, but still he smiled.  “They’re calling me incompetent?  An old soldier resting on his laurels?  An imbecile?

“Yes!”  I snapped.  “Do something about it!  Sic Hamilton on them!  They don’t know what they’re talking about!  They don’t know what it’s like out here!”  I was furious.  George was doing all he could to keep the American dream alive, and critics were coming at him from left and right. 

“Hush now, enough of that,” he said gently.  “Give me the pamphlet.”

“Aren’t you angry?”  I demanded.  “And let’s not get started on what Lee’s been spouting after Monmouth…”

“I agree, let’s not start.”  He took the pamphlet from my hand.  Instead of reading it, though, he tossed it into the fire. 

“Whoops,” he mused.  Then he turned back to me.  “You’re angry enough for the both of us.  Maybe I should sic you on them instead.  But that wouldn’t solve anything.”

“But…”

“No buts,” he shook his head.  “Being goaded into an argument won’t solve anything.  Actions will.”  He smiled reassuringly at me.  “Turn the other cheek, and focus on doing what you can to keep my men moving.”

His patience was endless… and infuriating.

“I’m still mad, though,” I muttered.

“Then go be mad while helping your father,” he chuckled.  “Turn your anger into energy.  They’ll see they were wrong when the war’s over.”  He patted my back, shuttling me on my way.  “No more pamphlets for you.”

  William Howe

“I thought all Englishmen drank tea,” I said, looking over at the cup in William’s hands.

“I prefer coffee,” he confessed.  “It’s more bitter.  Keeps me awake.”  He shoved a hand through his wavy brown hair, making it stick up at all different angles.  He didn’t meet my eyes.

“Something’s wrong,” I pressed.  I could tell in the tension of his shoulders, in the way he nervously bounced his leg while staring out the window. 

William put down his cup.

“I’m worried it won’t be enough,” he said softly.  “You don’t understand how the military works.  There’s dozens of men waiting to take the place of any officer who doesn’t perform his utmost duty to his king and country.”  He sighed.  “I’ve come this far… but what if this was all a trick?  What if I’m just a fool who doesn’t realize his own incompetence?”

“William, stop that,” I soothed.  I hated to see him gloomy like this.  I got up and walked behind his chair, placing my hands on his shoulders.  “You’re brilliant.  And no matter how this war ends, I know your king will see that.”

“My king…  but not yours, you little yankee,” he gently grasped my hands in his and looked up at me.  There were lines of exhaustion on his face, but a small smile despite them. 

“I hope you’re right,” he said.  “When you look at me like that… I’ll believe anything.”

  Paul Revere

It was hot in the little workshop, which made Paul strip down to his shirtsleeves.  I personally didn’t mind a bit.  I loved watching him work.

“Is that my favorite doctor?”  He asked, looking up from the forge.  I gave a laugh and a little wave.

“What are you making today?”  I asked.  I stepped into his workshop, staying in the corner out of the way. 

“A tea set,” he sighed.  “Some lobsterback officer wants it.  As long as he pays me well, though, I’ll make it.”  He stood back and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.  He looked back at me and grinned.  “Made a little something from the scraps, if you want it.”  He jerked his head towards a little cat figurine on the tabletop.  I reached for it to get a closer look.  It was a horrible idea. 

“Ah!”  I withdrew my hand.  It looked cool, but it was still white-hot!

“You didn’t touch it, did you?”  He frowned and crossed the room to me, taking my hand in both of his.  “Idiot.”

“You’re the one who brought it to my attention!”  I protested.

“I suppose I did,” he took me over to a bucket of water and had me dunk my hand in it.  The cool water soothed my scorched fingers.  I tried not to think about how close he was.

“There, that should feel better,” he said.  “Now I’ll have to give you that little cat.  You’ve been through enough trouble for it.”

“You’re too kind,” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m anything but,” he corrected.  “Get on out of here before you hurt your pretty hands again.” 

  Joseph Brant

Joseph and I stopped our horses on a hill overlooking the sea.  I could see Mariot’s blockade in the distance, a few scattered pyramids of white canvas near the horizon.

“I can’t imagine traveling on the ocean,” I said.

“It wasn’t my favorite experience,” he replied.  “But I’m glad I went.”

“Where did you go?”  I asked in surprise.

“London,” he responded.  It took him a while to realize I was still watching him, waiting for him to speak again.  He scowled before reluctantly continuing.  “I wanted a promise that my people’s lands would be respected, that we wouldn’t be forced to leave.”

I couldn’t imaging being that far from home, much less with so much at stake.

“You’re brave to have done that,” I said.  “I don’t think I could have.”

“And yet I’ve seen you walk battlefields looking for wounded men,” he smirked.  “But perhaps you’re more foolish than brave.”

“Maybe I am,” I sighed.  “But I want to help people.  That’s what I do.”

Joseph was quiet for a while, even after we continued on our ride.

“To live for others is admirable,” he said softly.  I looked over at him, surprised to hear him speaking so openly to me.

“Thank you, Joseph,” I said.

“Don’t think too hard into it,” he said.  “I was just thinking out loud.”

  Thomas Jefferson

When I walked into the library, Thomas was walking along the shelves, a frown on his face.  The frown deepened with each shelf he passed.

“What are you looking for?”  I asked.

“’Don Quixote’,” he mused.  “I was reading it, but it’s not here.”

“Oh…” I said sheepishly.  I held up the copy I was reading.  “I think I stole it.”

“Thief,” he quipped as he walked over.  “What part are you at?”

“I’m not far,” I confessed.  “He just found the lazy shepherd boy being beaten by his master.”

“And Heaven forbid someone be in trouble when a Knight Errant is about,” he sat down next to me.  “Would you be willing to share custody of the book?  I’m a fast reader… and I’ve been wanting to continue the novel.”

I was surprised at the offer, but smiled and nodded.

“Of course,” I said, holding the book between the two of us.  He took it from me and held it out for both of us to see. 

“Let me know when you’re ready for me to turn the page,” he said softly.

I promised him I would.  Then we began to read again, enjoying the silence of the library together.

  Benedict Arnold

“Benedict, that’s enough,” I finally found him in his office, a bottle of wine in one hand and an empty glass in another.  It was rare for him to drink himself into a stupor these days, but a recent loss in battle had hit him hard.

“Go away, Peggy,” he mumbled.  “Witch.”

“Peggy’s gone, Benedict,” I took the bottle from his hand.  Soon, I replaced his wine glass with a water glass.  He stared at it stupidly before taking a sip.

“Everything keeps going wrong,” he said.  “I have the worst luck of any man since Job.”  His bleary eyes turned to me.  “And yet you’re still here.  I don’t understand it.”

“You don’t have to understand it,” I soothed, sitting down beside him.  “Have some more water.  Do you want anything to eat?”

“You should have left by now,” he went on, ignoring me.  “Everyone leaves.”

“But I won’t,” I said.  I patted his back gently.  “We’ll see the end of this war together, Benedict.  It will be all right.”

“You’re so naïve,” he leaned over and rested his head against mine.  “But… I hope you’re right.”

  Nathan Hale

Nathan’s laugh was infectious.  However, he was laughing at me, so it wasn’t as funny as it normally was.

“You’re horrible at skipping rocks,” he teased.

“I’ve had better things to do!  Leave me alone!”  I sniffed indignantly.  He pushed off from the tree he’d been leaning against and strode over, picking up another smooth stone as he went. “You’ve gotta flick your wrist like this,” he said as he demonstrated.  Sure enough, the stone sailed several skips into the center of the pond. 

“Show-off,” I accused as I reached for another.  He watched me, then shook his head.

“No no no, not like that…”  He reached out and took my hand in his, moving my fingers so that they held the stone in a manner he deemed acceptable.

“So when you flick your wrist, use this finger to put a spin on it,” he explained, moving the rock in my hand.  “Come on, try again.  It can’t be as bad as last time!”

I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him.  He stepped back and swept his arm in a grand gesture toward the open water.  I tried my best, and sure enough, the stone skipped once, twice, then sank.

“I did it!”  I cried happily.

“You did,” he grinned.  “We’ll make a decent stone-thrower of you yet.”

[surveysonfleek]

472.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 21

1902. What takes your breath away? traveling somewhere for the first time and seeing a view of the city/nature. 1903. What did you do today that you regret? buying shapewear without trying it on first. Will you ever do it again? probably. 1904. Is happiness something to be achieved and sought after or is it something to be retained and held onto always, no matter what happens? i think it should be held onto. i can always cheer myself up a bit by thinking of a happy memory. 1905. Would you rather live in a world of perfection or do you like the world the way it is? i’d have no idea what a world of perfection would even be like.

1906. Is a frightening world an interesting world to live in? i don’t think being scared of your safety/life is ‘interesting’.  1907. What gives people depth and character? their past, personality, skills. 1908. What band, together or not would make you want to JUST FLY after seeing their show? idk. 1909. Speaking of flying, can you fly? no. How do you know? Have you tried? no. 1910. Recently a 10-year-old grilled cheese sandwich in which some people saw the image of the Virgin Mary sold on ebay for $10,000. What do you think of this? eh, so stupid. 1911. Who is the next person you will hug? probably my boyfriend. 1912. Where was your last vacation to? usa. 1913. Where was your last car ride to? home from the mall. 1914. Where was your last bus ride to? from work to home. 1915. Where did you last walk to? around the mall? 1916. What is the worst band in the universe? idk. 1917. What is the next book you want to read? i haven’t decided yet. my kindle is filled with a ton of books so i’ll just choose among them. 1918. What are the 3 most useless items on the planet? haha idk, i’m sure there are uses for everything. 1919. What gives you a peaceful feeling? knowing everyone i love in my life is happy and okay. 1920. Do you ever stay up late watching infomercials? back in high school yeah. Did you ever BUY anything from an infomercial? nope. 1921. Are you a light sleeper? not when i’m really tired. 1922. Are you a toys R us kid? not really? i loved looking in there as a kid though. 1923. Are you part of the mile high club? nope. 1924. Do you like: pina coladas? i don’t mind them. getting caught in the rain? no. yoga? never tried it properly. intelligence? yes. making love at midnight? making love at any time. health food? only if it tastes good. champagne? i hate it. the feel of the ocean? sometimes. 1925. What was the funniest way that you ever misheard the lyrics to a song? i used to list these down as a kid, but for some reason i can’t think of anything lol. 1926. What have you never seen anything lovelier than? idk. 1927. Have you ever painted on a: wall: yes. ceramic: yes. painting: yes. model: no. sun catcher: no. face: yes. body: yes/ 1928. If you believe in heaven are there seperate heavens for different animals (kittie heaven. dog heaven, bird heaven, etc)? who knows! 1929. If you could build your body from scratch using the parts from different celebrities who would you combine? rihanna’s everything. 1930. If you could build your perfect match from scratch using the parts from different celebrities who would you combine haha idk. 1931. Avril Lavigne or Michelle Branch? avril.  Vanessa Carlton or Britney Spears? britney.

1932. When you sleep next to someone do they fall asleep first usually or do you? my boyfriend, always. If they do, do you watch them sleep? nah, it’s just normal now lol. 1933. How many people have a piece of your heart? my boyfriend. 1934. What are your day dreams about? life. 1935. What is your usual breakfast? leftovers. kinda bad. 1936. How quickly are you willing to take drugs to numb pain? not quick at all. 1937. Finish this sentence. I pity the fool that: idk. 1938. Can you think of three adjectives that DO NOT apply to you even a tiny bit? ignorant, small, stupid. 1939. What do your salt and pepper shakers look like? no shakers, they’re just in whatever we bought them in. 1940. When was the last time you hurt yourself? it’s been awhile. gym i think. 1941. Would you rather never have to sleep but also never be able to dream or just leave things as they are? leave things the way they are. i love sleeping. 1942. Have you ever had your car towed? no. 1943. Have you ever used kool-aid to dye your hair? no. 1944. Would you rather be naked and famous or dressed and non-famous? dressed and non famous. 1945. What band or singer do you believe started rock and roll? not a huge rock fan, so idk. 1946. Think of an object that is shaped like your body: coke bottle. hahaha nah idk. 1947. If you had a large black vase-pot-thing in your house what would you put in it? flowers. 1948. Where would you like to live when you want to start a family? not sure. definitely not too far from my home now though. 1949. Would you rather live in the city, suburbs or the country? suburbs. 1950. Were you parents born by the year 1950? no, my dad was born in that decade though. 1951. Would you ever participate in a 'sock hop'? no? 1952. Once there was a green house and inside it was a white house and inside it was a red house and inside it was a bunch of little brown babies. What are we talking about? Solve this riddle. i have no idea lol. 1953. Have you ever built something? yes. 1954. What is the hardest thing to face each day? work, if i’m working that day. 1955. Who's voice irritates you like fingernails on a blackboard? a couple people actually. none that i’m around too often. 1956. What is your favorite plant? flowers or an avocado tree hehe. 1957. What simple things in life do you appreciate? unexpected compliments. 1958. Have you ever read a book by Tom Robbins? no. 1959. Are you more of a maker and giver, or a taker and user? giver and user. 1960. What do you contribute to society? not much. 1961. Do you take naps? only if i haven’t had enough sleep. 1962. Do you have any cavaties? yes. 1963. What is the difference between art and fine art? i couldn’t answer that. 1964. Do you believe that there has been a man on the moon? yes. 1965. What music makes you so happy you could burst? haha none at present. 1966. What do you think of the band They Might be Giants? idk them. 1967. Would you ever go into a sex shop? i’ve been once with friends out of curiosity . 1968. If you had to choose would you rather go into a sex shop with your mom or your dad? omg... my mum i think. 1969. Do you buy holiday gifts early or at the last minute? i’m going to buy them early this year. i must!!!! 1970. What do you want to do today? i already have plans. 1971. You see a girl in a long ruffled off white dress carrying a bag painted with a sunflower and playing a ukelele while twirling around the cafeteria. What is your first reaction? free spirited. Could you become friends with this girl? i could become friends with anyone, it just depends if our personalities click or not. 1972. Let's just say your school team is on a winning streak. One of the cheerleaders cheers both for your team and the other team during games. Does it make you angry? it depends how patriotic i am about the team. One day you ask her why she does it and she says that, "It's just so much fun, no matter who wins." What do you think of that? that’s cool. 1973. Do you laugh when there is no joke and dance when there is no music? no. 1974. What would the perfect pair of socks look like? those invisible socks, preferable black with the right amount of softness and fit. 1975. What is the longest you have ever gone with out sleeping? over 24hrs. it was hell. i was at work. 1976. Have you ever had a halucination? i don’t think so. 1977. Are you generally happy? yes. 1978. Are you a sore loser? sore winner? neither tbh. 1979. Were you an 80's baby? nope. 1980. What's in the room with you right now that you can't see? ha ha funny. 1981. Do you ALWAYS thoroughly wash your hands after going to the bathroom? ok not always, if i’m half asleep and need to go bathroom i’ll probably just go straight back to sleep. i’ll always wash my hands at work or in public places though. 1982. If someone else were to describe you what would you hope they would say? she’s smart, kind and beautiful. so far from the truth lol. 1983. What is the sound of one hand clapping? ask a crowd to do it. 1984. You are filling out a 5000 question survey. What would you rather be doing right now? holidaying someone nice. Why aren't you doing it? i can’t afford it right now. 1985. Do you prefer carnivals, festivals, circuses, parades or fairs? carnivals or fairs. 1986. Are you useful? i’d hope so. 1987. Are you a: bitch/bastard? probably. lover? yes. child? no. mother/father? no. sinner? yes. saint? no. 1988. What is the dirtiest habit you can think of? a sex addict that has unprotected sex with random people. very dangerous. 1989. What kind of person will you ABSOLUTELY never date? someone older than my dad. 1990. What were you doing at ten fifteen last saturday night? working. 1991. Do you ever need 'quiet time'? nope. 1992. What are you made of? blood, water, bones lol. 1993. What does 'you are what you eat' really mean? idk. 1994. What was the last thing you counted? these questions to see how long i’ve got left. 1995. Do you think it is harder for a parent to outlive their child or for the child to lose a parent? child to lose a parent. that would suck. 1996. Do you believe in psychic ability or is it a sham? i think it’s bullshit but whatever. 1997. What is your favorite classic rock song? bohemian rhapsody. 1998. Who are you anyway? me. Are you your resume? pretty much. 1999. When are you the most insecure? going to events with friends i haven’t seen in a long time. 2000. Who would your fantasy threesome involve? my boyfriend and avan jogia.