#lemme see my girl Diane

[princessfoxington]

Here we go again, bitches! THE BAD GUYS 2! How long has it been since we got an animated movie sequel that didn't release 6 to 10 years after the first? Anyways, IM ALL IN FOR THIS SHIT!!!

[your-unfriendlyghost]

3, 17 and 21!!

3. Who is your fave character OUTSIDE* of the main 7?

  Well I just wrote a big fic about Evie, so I’m liking her a lot right now- but I don’t think that really counts since she’s never onscreen in the book :/ 

  I guess otherwise I’d have to go with Marcia! I really liked the brief scene she had, and would have loved to see more of her. I mean I get why we didn’t, since I don’t think that would really fit in, but it’s still fun to think about. I do also like Cherry, but I admit a decent part of that is that I think Diane Lane is hot- uh lemme rephrase that, her performance was solid.

(Along a similar vein, I really like Buck Merril- less because of his character and more because I’ve been a Tom Waits fanboy since I was old enough to like music, and Tom Waits plays him in the film. I do like Cherry a lot more though, so her reasoning is more balanced- like 70% because I like her as a person and 30% because of her actress in the movie lol)

17. Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the book?

  I mean it woulda been nice to see some non-white characters/more girl characters, but like it was the 60s so I think it did well enough for its time. And Johnny’s kinda ambiguously tan so that’s something I guess. I don’t really have any real salt with the book honestly, I think it did what it set out to do. And plus it was the first book I’d read in three years that I legit enjoyed reading lol so I ain’t got many complaints

21. Unpopular opinion/s?

Johnny Cade is tough as everyone else in the gang. This ain’t exactly an unpopular opinion I guess, but I see a lotta stuff that portrays him as sorta weak and sad- but c’mon guys, he’s tough. I think sometimes people hear Ponyboy’s description of “short-big-eyed-kicked-puppy” and forget that Pony also says Johnny rarely cries, looks like a hood, and is good at fighting- I mean guys, Johnny’s closer in age to Sodapop than he is to Pony! Idk just he’s quiet and can be sensitive doesn’t mean he’s not outwardly rough like the other greasers, and I wish more people would remember that? (Again don’t get me wrong plenty of folks DO ABSOLUTELY remember it, but sometimes I’ll find something that mischaracterizes him so badly…) (...I mean who cares really, everyone's just having fun at the end of the day. Still it does occasionally grind my gears lol)

Thanks for asking, these were great questions! Lemme know what your thoughts are too on these :))

[onmyownside1]

Ummmm I might formulate this into comprehensible thought later but for now lemme ramble

Angel headcanons mainly

So when she first gets to HQ she’s like super psyched. For one she can see in color (or at least bright color) now so that’s so cool. She’s seeing her outfit and other people and her own freaking skin tone for the first time. And with this comes a lot of excitement and a lot of realizations

For starters she’d never experienced racism before, because her world is designed precisely to avoid those kinds of problems, so when she hears Hobie and Diane and Ansi and Jess talking about these things she’s like “huh? What? Why would someone do that?” And it almost sounds naive but it’s not she just has no idea what that’s like

Up until now she wasn’t even able to differentiate people by color or culture or looks because everyone looked relatively the same. She knew people had different hair and hairstyles and accents but she didn’t know why. She just figured it was part of the uniqueness she was trying to uncover (and technically it was, but she was thinking more everyone being themselves)

So her finding out about whole cultures and races and languages is a huge mind blower and a total game changer. Her previous goal of bringing out people’s uniqueness and having everyone be themselves now seemed a lot bigger.

and her and Hobie????? Oh my gosh

Hobie takes her on as his own personal project. A punk-in-training if you will. He’s explaining all these things about corrupt governments and individuals being silenced and Angel is like

Because all of these things are resonating with her she just never knew how to explain it!!! Hence why Hobie is more like a Respected Older Brother than a crush. Heck she probably learns more than him than from her mentor. A black punk living in a racially discriminatory nazi run world + a black girl being suppressed by the system = yes.

And it’s not just Hobie! She learns more about her neurodivergency and managing it from Ansi and not being afraid to stand up and stand out and not care about what other people say from Diane. She learns about totally new cultures from Asa and Moche and navigating her queerness (which is also suppressed in her world) from Gwen. She just feels so alive and free. It’s like fucking Ariel

“Bright young women, sick of swimming, ready to standddd and ready to know what the people know. Ask a question and get some answers~”

And some of these beliefs have to be reinforced. The racism thing doesn’t really hit and until she’s actually experienced it (either from an out of date Spider-Man or while taking a visit to a universe where racism is in its prime, like Hobie’s or Diane’s or Noir’s). The disdain for cops doesn’t happen right away either. Remember, Jordan’s dad is a cop, and she has an alright relationship with the police, so she doesn’t think they’re all bad-

until she gets shot by one while standing on a police car after capturing a villain, doing nothing but explaining her name, and having to call for help from HQ.

So honestly, you could say she’s naive. But I just feel like joining the Spider Society would be the one of the best things that’s happened to her so far.

Oc’s mentioned! (And also just people I wanna tag teehee)

Diane + Moche (@the-cat-and-the-birdie)

Ansi(@spidey-bie)

Asa (@autisticarach)

[spidey-bie]

Hi hi This is the-cat-and-the-birdie and uhh lemme just drop my spidersona here ~

Her names Diane Pastors and she’s from the early 80’s. Her parents were Black Panther Party members and after their deaths, she was raised by the chapter’s leader Auntie May and got bit by a CIA experiment

Her names DiscoSpider and she can rollerskate on walls and uhh she’s just a really chill gal who just loves her funky bass and disco music (and being black she loves being black)

AND SPECIFICALLY yes im shipping her with Hobie - except despite the fact they’re both the chillest people ever they bicker all the time about everything. He calls her ‘Annie’ cause she hates it, she told him Rick James’ ‘Super Freak’ was better than the entire Sex Pistols discography and they go back and forth while she holds off laughter

Once a day he’ll do something just to piss her off then see Miles and Gwen and go ‘Oh for fucks sake Anne’s kicking off again isn’t she?? ���🙄’ (Thanks for letting me rant lol)

Of course rant away.

I love how we're taking different elements of black history and culture and incorporating them into our ocs.

I immediately thought of that one Lady Gaga and Beyonce song after I read your oc's name and for that I'm sorry. But roller skating on the walls.

Imagine how cool/terrifying that'd be. All of a sudden you hear the sounds of plastic wheels closing in. You look up and there's a sparkly woman hanging upside down from the ceiling.

I love the idea of those couples that just arguing for the sake of arguing. My family is like that and it's the funniest thing to watch. Don't let nobody who's not family go off on one of the though.

I love looking and hearing about other people's spidersonas. I just wish I could draw so I could see my girl in all her glory.

Please explain the Annie bit to me because I am young and know nothing of the outside world 😭

[darecruit]

Oooh! Shelby and the Ghoul-Friend, haha, I cannot WAIT to read it. Do post soon! Just by the name of it, I could see her pulling some sort of "funny" (to a twelve year old) prank gone wrong, destroying something, maybe, lighting a trashcan literally on fire? (Or would she be too young to do that? But it IS the 80s(?) lol, I hear kids were crazy then)

Ha! I like the idea of the trashcan set on fire. And yes, it is the 80s. Parents were more lax in terms of letting their kids run off and do....but more strict if/when they find out just what those kids were up to in their absence!

Below is everything I have for the Ghoul-friend story. Enjoy! And any ideas you may have, I'm all ears!

Shelby and the Ghoul-friend

Summary: Rachel finds a picture of the original Corcoran kids from a Halloween long ago. Of course the girl is curious as to why her mother looks downright irate, and the rest of the family is all too happy to tell the story—despite Shelby’s best efforts to keep a certain ghost rising from the grave!

Sarah Corcoran peeked her head down the hallway to the bathroom to check on her niece; the girl had been in there longer than normal and Sarah was starting to worry.

“Rachel?” Sarah called out as she came to the bathroom and realized the girl wasn’t inside. Where could she be? she wondered.

Sarah continued down the hall to the only open door—Jack’s office. She peeked her head inside and saw Rachel over by her husband’s desk.

“Hey, what are you doing, kiddo?” she asked. Strictly speaking, the children weren’t allowed in the office without permission. Jack worked from home a lot of times and he didn’t want any of his projects accidentally damaged. Sarah knew Rachel hadn’t touched anything she shouldn’t, but she was still curious to know why the girl had wandered in.

Rachel gasped and spun around suddenly, clutching the picture frame to her chest. Blushing at being caught, the girl lowered her eyes briefly before meeting her aunt’s questioning stare.

“I was just looking at this photo of Mom and Uncle Jack and Ben and Aunt LuLu and—is that you? You look so different!” Rachel said, holding the frame out for her aunt to see.

Sarah smiled and stepped forward, her hand outstretched. She took the frame from her niece and stared down at the photo inside. It was a picture of the four Corcoran kids and Sarah dressed up in their Halloween costumes the first year that Jack and Sarah were dating. Jack, Ben, Lauren, and Sarah all had big smiles on their faces while Shelby stood a step away from everyone and had a petulant scowl on hers.

“That is me. This was on your mom’s twelfth birthday. It was the first time Uncle Jack brought me home to meet his family—well, Shelby and his parents. I had met Ben and Lauren before that,” Sarah said, smiling at the memory. That was a day she would never forget.

“Why does Mom look so angry?” Rachel asked.

“She wasn’t happy about meeting me,” Sarah answered.

“Why not?” Rachel asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Why don’t we go back and join the others so everyone can hear the story?” Sarah suggested, wrapping an arm around the small teen. Rachel smiled and nodded and the two made their way out, Sarah carrying the photo with her.

“Hey! There you both are!” Jack cried out in relief. “We were just about to send out a search party for you! What took you so long?”

“Rachel found this picture of our first Halloween together, when Shelby turned twelve. She was asking why Shelby looked so upset in the photo,” Sarah explained to the group. The adults broke out into collective laughter—all except Shelby, who turned bright red.

“Lemme see!” Ben leaped out of his chair in excitement. “Man, I haven’t seen this in ages. I still can’t believe what Shelby said to you about your costume, Sarah!”

“What’d she say?” Rachel questioned.

“Nothing, it was nothing!” Shelby spoke up before her brothers could answer. “Sarah doesn’t remember either, do you, Sarah?”

Sarah met Shelby’s gaze and saw the pleading in the younger woman’s eyes. Her own eyes sparkled with mirth and she smirked at her sister-in-law. “I remember exactly what you said to me, Shelby. That was quite an introduction you gave me,” she laughed.

Shelby groaned and felt her face flush once again. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. That was such a long time ago and Shelby had been a young, dumb kid. It was a confusing time for the girl, and Shelby hadn’t handled meeting her big brother’s girlfriend well at all. In fact, that night had been a disaster. Did her family really need to bring it up and share the story with Rachel?

“Oh Shelby, that wasn’t your best birthday, was it? Poor kid,” John chuckled as he looked at the photo.

“What? No! Guys!” Shelby jumped in, glaring at each of her siblings in turn. “Rachel, it’s a really boring story. What do you say you and I head to the mall and go shopping?”

“You can’t bribe her with shopping!” Jack yelled. “Besides, we’re having family time right now. Shame, Shelby!”

“Well, it all started that morning when your grandfather and I went to wake Shelby,” Diane began. Rachel leaned forward in her chair and rested her elbows on the table.

Diane and John Corcoran crept into their youngest’s room early on Friday morning and stared down at the slumbering pre-teen. Twelve years ago today Diane had given birth to their beautiful little girl. And for twelve years, that girl had given them much to laugh about. She had given them much to be angry about as well. Most of all, their beautiful Shelby filled their hearts with more love than they ever thought possible.

Diane settled onto the edge of the bed and brushed back the hair from her daughter’s face. “Shelly Bean, rise and shine,” she whispered gently.

“Whattimesit?” Shelby murmured sleepily. She rolled over onto her back and rubbed at her eyes.

“It’s birthday time! Wake up, sleepyhead!” John grinned from ear to ear.

The girl’s eyes popped open and she sprang up as if doused with cold water. She caught the glimpse of blue wrapping paper behind her father’s back and couldn’t help her excited squeal.

“Can I open my present?” she asked.

“Present? Were we supposed to get you a present? Did you know that, Diane?” John teased his youngest.

“Daddy!” Shelby whined, holding out her hand expectantly.

John chuckled as he brought the present out from behind his back. “Oh, this present? How silly of me to forget! I suppose you can open it,” he said, handing the small box over.

“No, no, no,” Jack interrupted. “Skip this part. Let’s get to the good stuff!”

“You think you can tell it better then?” Diane said.

“I can,” Jack nodded, smiling wickedly. He turned to the expectant faces of the kids and began the story over.

Shelby ran down the stairs at the sound of her brother’s laughter. Jack was late and that wasn’t like him. She could hear her mother shuffling around in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. She skidded to a halt just before the dining room, and found herself face-to-face with Jack. A huge smile lit up her face as she lunged forward and hugged him around the middle.

Shelby pulled back and finally got a good look at him, and her face fell. “What are you dressed as?” she asked reproachfully.

“I’m the main guy from Grease. Can’t you tell?” Jack asked, stepping back to hold his arms out. He turned once in a circle to let the girl get a good look at him; she was a whiz at everything musical and he wanted her seal of approval.

Shelby frowned as she gave Jack a once-over. He wore a black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black, scuffed-up Chucks. His sandy-colored hair was slicked up in Danny Zuko’s signature style. Overall, he looked great. There was just one problem.

“You were supposed to dress up as Nicky Arnstein to match me, remember?” Shelby huffed. “You don’t even like Grease, why did you dress up as Danny?”

[kyber-crystal]

OMG GUYS 500 FOLLOWERS

HOLY CRAP.

i checked and i just passed 500 followers (504)!

THIS BLOG IS AT 0.5K FOLLOWERS.

HOLY MOLY.

when i started writing here in late may, i had NO idea i’d get this far but now that i’m here it feels so surreal. i want to thank you guys for all your endless love and support. thank you for liking/reblogging/commenting on my posts. every note makes me feel so so happy and motivates me to keep going! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.

it’s been a little over two months since i started writing here, and over a year since i became an mcu stan. you guys have made such a big impact on my life and i cannot thank you enough for all that you’ve done. i wouldn’t trade what i’m doing for the world. writing has not only helped me grow as a person but also connected me to some of the sweetest and most genuine mutuals ever.

i can’t personally address all 504 of you but just know i love all of you to the moon and back and are thankful for each and every single one of you human beings. 

@speechlessxx i know i’ve made about a million posts talking about how much i love you and even then, it’s not enough to describe how grateful i am to have encountered your blog. you were literally the VERY FIRST blog i started following and because of you, i decided to keep publishing oneshots. i seriously cannot thank you enough because i have no idea where i’d be without you now. i love you diane❤️

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[365days365movies]

February 6, 2021: Romeo + Juliet (1996)

From the top!

Two households, both alike in dignity In Fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lover take their life; Whose misadventured, piteous overthrows Do, with their death, bury their parents’ strife The fearful passage of the death-mark’d love, And the continuance of their parents’ rage Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strike to mend.

I mean, c’mon. It’s Shakespeare, I practically had to.

Which is why it may come as a surprise to hear that I think this play is overrated, far too overexposed, and honestly stars two of the most obnoxiously immature protagonists that Shakespeare ever wrote. Which is not to say that I don’t like it, but it is to say that it isn’t my favorite. Which one is my favorite, you ask? Eh, I vacillate between a few, but I might get into it, we’ll see.

Weirdly fitting, though, since this film is directed by a director who also isn’t my favorite. Can’t say I have a definitive favorite director either, but Baz Luhrmann ain’t it. To be fair, I haven’t seen Moulin Rouge (probably should, huh?), but his turn on The Great Gatsby...wasn’t my favorite, I’ll just leave it at that.

And while we’re into it, lemme just address Romeo and Juliet adaptations on film real quick. To be completely transparent, before today...I’ve only seen one adaptation of the play: Franco Zeffirelli’s excellent 1968 turn on it, and it’s a fantastic adaptation at that. Sone of you, however, may now be realizing that, if I’ve only seen one adaptation of the play...there’s an extremely glaring omission to my film repertoire.

Yeaaaaaaaaah...we’ll get there, I promise.

But, of course, the adaptations only scratch the surface of this plays influence. See, the whole point of the rivalry between the Montagues and the Capulets is that it’s SO OLD, that nobody truly remembers why it started in the first place. Because of that, other romance films have sought to supply a reason for that rivalry.

In other words, the two protagonists destined to fall in love often come from two backgrounds, if not families, that class. And, yes, only ONE FILM that I’ve watched this month doesn’t do that. Dirty Dancing and The Notebook make their “ancient grudge” class-based; low-class vs. upper-class. Even You’ve Got Mail makes it about money, although that one’s a little more of a stretch. In any case, versions of this trope have lasted for centuries, and it’s...maybe poisoned romantic cinema? I mean, there’s a reason they all seem similar. They’re all taking from a classic. And, yeah, more of them than you’d think use this formula. I mean...

Hell, if you think about it, both of them are technically dead by the end.

Anyway, jumping right smack dab into the ‘90s, where teen heartthrob of the decade, Leo DiCaprio himself, is cast to play the titular teen boy, and sort-of popular at the time Claire Danes is cast as the titular teen girl. Put them together, and you have a hatred that will last for centuries. Because yeah, they HATED each other apparently. Let’s watch! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

...Look, here’s a quick recap of a story that EVERYBODY KNOWS.

Two families hate each other, and each has a teenage kid; a boy named Romeo and a girl named Juliet. They see each other at a party, they IMMEDIATELY get those teenage hormones a flowing and fall in love at first sight. They talk a few times, then decide to get married. Romeo’s friends say, “Dude, her family’s all dicks,” and Romeo says “naw, dude, she’s hawt,” They hook up, and they get secret-married. But, since they can’t be together in life, and since Juliet’s supposed to marry a whole other dude, Juliet runs to the priest and says, “hey, fake my death real quick?” He gives her a potion, she pretends to be dead, Romeo finds out (after one of his friends is killed by Juliet’s cousin), and runs to her side. Dude then ACTUALLY kills himself with poison, only for Juliet to wake up, see his dead body, and then kill HERSELF with a KNIFE, and then the families find out, and the Prince comes by and just says, “Goddamn, you guys are dicks. So much so that you killed your kids, congrats.” And that’s the end.

Yeah. Two hours of play and movie (nice touch, by the way, Luhrman) compressed into a paragraph. And yet...I’m still gonna recap this movie. Glutton for punishment, I guess. And with that said...

It all starts with a newscaster, speaking the lines of the Prologue in the guise of a newscast, which is...very neat, actually! That’s followed by...Pete Postlethwaite saying the whole thing over again, backed by a hell of a lot of fast cut editing.

...Oh God, it’s a Luhrmann movie. I forgot. Also, uh...really trying to stretch out that runtime to make that 2-hour mark, huh, Bazzie? I admire that you’re trying to stick to that “two hour-stage” quote from the Prologue, really I do...but you had to repeat the Prologue TWICE to do that?

As the lines flash on screen, we’re also introduced to out major players, whom I’ll just introduce as they come up. After a little montage of the movie to come, and a confirmation that the ancient grudge has broken out into a gang war on the streets of Verona Beach (clever), we jump in the car of a few Montagues: Sampson (Jaime Kennedy), Benvolio (Dash Mihok), and Gregory (Zak Orth).

At a gas station, they meet some Capulets, specifically Abra (Vincent Laresca) and a few others. After some thumb-biting, they all draw their swords. Which are guns that have sword written on them. Well, that’s just silly.

This standoff is interrupted by the arrival of another Capulet: Tybalt (John Leguizamo). This, of course, leads to a swordfight (ugh), during which all players are, just...REAL dramatic with their movements, holy shit. In the process, Sampson’s shot (or...stabbed, I dunno), and the gas station explodes.

It’s war in the streets now, as Tybalt and Benvolio are eventually intercepted by Captain Prince (Vondie Curtis-Hall), the chief of police for Verona Beach. He reads out his rage upon the heads of the families. For the Montagues, these heads are Ted (Brian Dennehy) and Caroline (Christina Pickles); and for the Capulets, they’re Fulgencio (Paul Sorvino) and Gloria (Diane Venora). Is...is the grudge taking place because one of them is named “Ted,” and the other is FUCKING “FULGENCIO”? Because that’s one hell of a dichotomy.

Captain Prince lets them all off with a warning (I mean, no, they should ALL be arrested), and Caroline and Ted question the whereabouts of their melodramatic emo son. That son is, of course, Romeo (Leonardo DiCaprio), who laments poetically about how fucked up his family is.

Hanging out at a decrepit carnival (because of course he is), he’s soon found by Benvolio, and he laments on the lack of love between their two families. They bond over talk of women, and decide to secretly go to a party held by the Capulets that night to check out some girls.

Meanwhile, Fulgencio is speaking about this whole mess to Dave Paris (Paul Rudd). D...Dave? Really? We’re keepin’ fuckin’ Benvolio and Balthasar, but we had to name Paris DAVE? Guys, a little consistency with the name shit, PLEASE! Anyway, Dave (uuuuugh) is the governor’s son, and very wealthy, while also being a suitor for Fulgencio’s daughter.

That daughter is, of course, Juliet (Claire Danes), who’s being attended by her vain mother and kindly Nurse (Miriam Margoyles). As her mother’s preparing for the party, she talks up Paris as a suitor, although Juliet doesn’t seem SUPER into it. And s the Nurse tells her to “seek happy nights to happy days,” we go to Sycamore Grove, and to another party.

And this is where we meet my favorite character (everybody’s favorite character, let’s be honest): Mercutio (Harold Perrineau). Mercutio has been invited to the Capulet’s party, and invites Romeo to come along, in disguise. In the process, he gives one of the play’s most famous monologues: Queen Mab’s Speech. It’s truncated here, ad to be frank, Perrineau’s performance is a bit...over the top. But, it ends up to be fairly effective.

Also, Queen Mab is ecstasy. Yeah, that kinda dulled by enthusiasm for the whole enterprise, I ain’t gonna lie. But Romeo lies with Queen La, and they head to the Capulet’s party. And we’re about to hit PEAK LUHRMANN, people.

Look, I’m lame, I’ve never really done drugs, ecstasy included...but it FEELS like I’ve taken something now. And Romeo’s now trying to sober-up a bit. He dunks his head into a sink in the bathroom, and looks at a tropical aquarium that’s in there. And through that aquarium...

However, Juliet’s quickly spirited away by Nurse, and brought to dance with Dave. Romeo, meanwhile, gives his “Did my heart love till now” speech, and DOESN’T SAY THAT SHE DOTH TEACH THE TORCHES TO BURN BRIGHT??? Seriously, the beginning of that speech is completely deleted. That line, in and of itself, should’ve been left in.

Anyway, Romeo and Juliet speak, and the teenagers kiss...a lot. And yeah, they do kiss in this scene in the ply, but not that much. Immediately afterwards, they discover their family alliances, and Romeo and Mercutio flee the party. Romeo heads back soon after, and, well...you know the line. But soft...

This movie...LOVES water, huh? We see both Romeo and Juliet from underwater at separate points, they see each other for the first time through an aquarium, they’re making out in a pool right now. I mean, I’m sure there’s some symbolism to that, but I’m not sure what it is yet.

Anyway, the two starcross’d lover come just short of crossing stars, and they IMMEDIATELY get engaged to marry.

After a bit of ‘90s music whiplash, we meet Father Laurence (Pete Postlethwaite), a botany-loving priest, and soon-to-be ally to the young couple. Romeo asks Laurence to wed them, despite the fact that Romeo actually was in love with a woman named Rosaline. But, yeah, she’s one of the unseen casualties of this play, only sometimes making it into adaptations. As Romeo speaks to the Priest, I think this is a great time to mention that there is a FUCKTON of Jesus and Christian imagery in this movie. Water and Jesus, goddamn.

The Priest agrees, believing that a marriage between the two could bring peace to Verona Beach at last. We also get a bunch of quick edits showing various parts of the Luhrmann Shakespeare Cinematic Universe, all backed by a choir boy singing “When Doves Cry.” This is an...unusual movie.

It also seems that Tybalt has issued a challenge against Romeo, which Mercutio and Benvolio muse upon. They meet with Romeo on the beach, and as they hang around, their revelry is interrupted by the arrival of the Nurse. She gives him a warning not to fuck with Juliet’s heart, which he says that he won’t, as they’re planning on marrying. She appears to approve, but Mercutio seems not to. Definitely going with a more superficially mercurial take on the character, which fits. But that’ll be more apparent later.

Nurse goes to Juliet, and...OK, is she supposed to be Italian or Hispanic? Because I feel like I’m supposed to be mildly offended, but I don’t even know what she’s going for here. Anyway, the wedding time approaches, and the two get wed in secret. But on the beach, Tybalt has come to go after Romeo. Romeo tries to make amends, even giving up his “sword” to him, much to Mercutio’s anger. Which, uh...he’s not gonna stand for.

And, of course, Mercutio’s fatally stabbed while defending Romeo’s honor. He lays A PLAGUE O’ BOTH THEIR HOUSES, and dies. Romeo’s PISSED, and immediately goes to kill Tybalt. That leads to Romeo’s banishment, although they consummate their marriage before he takes off. Also, Juliet KNOWS that he KILLED HER COUSIN...but it’s Leo, I guess, and...hormones.

Romeo’s banished and goes to Mantua, AKA a trailer park in the middle of the desert. Juliet, meanwhile, is commanded by her father to marry Paris, although she REALLY isn’t into it now! She goes to Laurence and, yeah, threatens to kill him AND herself if he doesn’t have an idea. Hormones, man. They’ll fuck you UP.

Laurence’s solution, of course, is to have Juliet pretend to have killed herself by drinking a potion. No idea why he comes up with this idea, or has the skill to make the potion, but some questions aren’t meant to be asked or answered. He also says to that he’ll send a litter to Romeo, to let him know what the deal is.

Juliet pretends to kill herself, and it interred with her relatives. Meanwhile, Romeo’s cousin Balthasar (Jesse Bradford) comes by the desert, having just gone to Juliet’s funeral, and tells him that Juliet’s dead. And since Romeo never got the goddamn letter, he’s decided, “Well! Guess I’m gonna kill myself.”

He gets some poison, then goes to Juliet’s tomb, which is...decked in neon crosses. I mean, it looks nice, even it’s very, uh...over the top. Goddamn.

And, at this point, you know how this goes. Romeo drinks the poison and dies, Juliet wakes up JUST after, then kills herself as well, and the parents of both parties arrive to see them both dead, along with the Prince, who says “Y’ALL ARE DICKS,” and bounces.

That’s Luhrman’s Romeo + Juliet. And it’s a movie. Yeah, that I’ll give you. What did I think? What rating does it get? Well...I’ll elucidate in the Review.

[paintedcalm]

alright y’all, i’m onto season 11!! here is my first reaction to this season! :3

did julie just hint at pregnant houseguest??? oh my lanta

wots the twist this year...?

OOH THE LIVING ROOM!!! THE PLANT VIBES!!! oooh i like this house i think. oh yeah the kitchen is aesthetically pleasing. ooh!! THE ROOMS!!! PREEETTTYYYYY omg i love this house holy shit

oh shit it’s jeff and jordan’s season LOL how do i keep forgetting what seasons the big players are on

oh shit it’s kevin ! ok ok ok 

michelle looks hella familiar ? i say this every season about a show that’s been on for 20 years LKDJSF;LKADF

TEACHER BY DAY DJ BY NIGHT GOODBYE !!!! pauly d??

i loooove chima, i love her i love her i love her

ooh a bisexual queen? i do love this,, pls dont disappoint me

aw jeff n jordan in the same group together,, cute

LOL NATALIE LIED TO SAY SHE WAS 18 INSTEAD OF 24 WHAT !!! i wonder if this works out for you.... i woulda said i was 21 at least. lemme drink wit these fools

HAHA KEVIN !!!! KNOWS SHE’S OLDER !!!!

oh im fucking stupid julie’s the one that’s pregnant with her shitty as husband’s child ;DLFJA;KLSDJF;ALKDFJ when will this show get a new host lmaooooooooo 

tbh cliques is a dumb idea LOL

are they bringing back old houseguests? i looked up brian to see if he came back, but??? im assuming?? one of these four is him and he didnt get voted in. also LMFAOOO THAT IS DEFINITELY JESSIE TOO 

OH AND COWBOY LMFAOOO THE HAT

who’s the girl tho? diane???

OH IT’S JESSICA!!!! i’d be down with jessica coming back into the game

awww :( i know brian doesnt go back in but i really wish he would have. i wanted to see him play so so sooo badly!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s gonna be jessie tho lmaooo

oh wooow the “athletes” clique won the ENDURANCE comp,, lmao what were they thinking with this twist? like obviously jessie is going to be the one to go into the house with a comp like this, are you KIDDING me

anyway,,,, i dont know what to think of this season cuz they didnt really show much of anyone’s personalities yet and im not a fan of this cliques thing

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

His Brown Eyed Girl (Sriracha, Part 29.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Eleven, you and Hopper couldn’t understand how on Earth came Snow Ball so fast, but it was there - and your baby had the first big date of her life.

A/N: Ah, Snow Ball and the true, official start of Mileven in the history of Stranger Things... Sweet memories. Also, we don’t like sad Joyce Byers. We love to make that little sunshine happy.

Word count: 2.1 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove @missdictatorme 

Master list: H E R E

When the big day came by, your household was thrown into something that could only be called total anarchy at its best. Eleven was freaking out because she didn't know how to dance and she was going on a ball, Hopper was nervous about that Mike boy putting his hands somewhere where they didn't freaking belong and you couldn't take El there with Hopper - you had to go to work at the bistro, so you could only be there to pick her up.

You helped her with choosing the right make-up for the evening, giving her a pep talk about boys and stuff so Jim would feel less stressed about the whole damn thing. It didn't help a bit, lemme say. And damn, your baby was looking like a Disney princess. Or, that was what you thought.

Let’s be honest, you had freaked about it the whole evening at the bistro, constantly telling Ada about it. She could understand what were you talking about the whole time, though. She had a daughter herself - and even if the girl was now an adult, there once was a time when her baby had to attend her first ball. And she was just as nervous back then as you were that night. When the clock finally showed eight o'clock, you sped out of the bistro, walking on your own through the whole freezing Hawkins.

It was just exciting and couldn't wait for you to get home and talk about the Snow Ball. You loved it back in your day - and yes, you had to admit, you once danced with Steve Harington himself there. And he made you laugh so hard that day, that you cried. The Snow Ball was just bringing out only the best memories in you.

But you didn't stay that enthusiastic for too long. Once you entered the parking lot, you saw Joyce smoking with Hopper, talking about something, looking in front of themselves. For the love of God, you wouldn't get jealous of those two. Never. Joyce was a good friend of yours, just as Julia was, and Hopper? Well, he seemed to be the dream guy for you. You fell for him. And you knew that these two would never do stuff behind your back. You quietly waited behind a car to hear what they are talking about - not because you didn't trust them, God damn it.

The last thing you wanted at that point was to invade their personal space. Jim never jumped into a conversation between you and Joyce, you and Eleven and let alone you and Steve. He was listening to a lot of them, yet never jumped into them - but never had got any bad intentions, neither had you. He was just worried when if you're doing good.

And from what you've heard, Joyce was just... Sad. And that whole situation made you sad as well. Not too long after Jim told her the line - you knew that the sentence had so much emotional value that your heart grew a little heavier when you heard it.

"That feelin’ never goes away." - He said and inhaled, while he was smoking and looking into the ground in front of them, biting on his lip a bit. You couldn't see his face, no, but you knew that freaking man by your heart. You knew when he bites his lower lip and when he's just smiling. - "It is true what they say, you know. Every day it gets a little easier." - He said, giving the cigarette to Joyce before pulling her for a hug.

And your heart sunk a bit lower. For a common listener, it could look like Jim was talking about Eleven, but you knew that the reality laid somewhere else. He was talking about Sara. His baby girl. His angel. The one he would sacrifice the whole world for if he had to. You knew how much he loved and cared for El - and who couldn't see that shit, that person was blind. But when it came to Sara, the things were incredibly personal for Hopper all of a sudden.

Deep down inside, you knew that if sacrificing what you two had would bring his Sara, he would have a hard time deciding - but he would do that. He would most likely turn the clock a few years backward - to a time when you didn't have a clue that somewhere, some James Hopper exists, to the time where you were at Hawkins High and to when he was still married to Diane. It hurt to be that truthful with yourself, but even if you knew how much he loved you, he would do anything just to hug her one last time.

"Are you two having a smoke break without me? Am I banned from the party?" - You said quietly, coming from behind the car, pressing yourself onto Joyce in a loose hug. You put your head onto her shoulder as you closed your eyes and let a long sigh out. Hopper knew that you probably heard everything, but didn't ask about that.

"You weren't even born when he were having high school smoke breaks during the fifth period." - Joyce mumbled into Hopper’s coat with a lazy laugh, putting her hands around you as she pulled you into a tight hug. You two became friends, all thanks to Jim. You cared about Joyce, you could talk to her as an adult with an adult, you could talk to her about kids, about daily motherly things. When you wanted more down-your-age talk, you hit up Julia. But you grew closer and closer to Joyce over the last nine months. Well, since Hopper proposed to you.

"I was born, you're making a child out of me now. I am an adult by law." - You said dramatically to make her laugh, giving a small smile to Jim in the process.

"I'm not entirely sure of that, ma’am. I might need some time to decide." - Hopper told you, giving you a cigarette as well. You shook your head at him, making Joyce grin. It was interesting to see you two interact. Usually, it was either her and Hop or her and you. There weren't many times she had seen you together.

"And he still thinks he's the law in the household even when he has a fiancée. Interesting." - You mumbled, lighting the cigarette up. Joyce was maybe feeling like an invader in that small moment you two were having, but you didn't want her to go away. She was a part of the family now. Just as the kids and Steve were. - "You really should think about what you're saying or we will have a fun little experiment." - You warned him quietly, leaving Joyce laughing while you gave her your cig to have shot.

"You guys are just the best." - She said quietly, meaning every word when she leaned her temple into your shoulder. The rest of the evening, you stood in the freezing goddamn ait and you were mostly just listening to Joyce telling you stories about Hopper’s high school years. He thought that it is embarrassing, but you were laughing at every single one of them.

Jim was the rebel who smoked during periods and wasn't too much of a brain, yet he always made sure that the basketball team always won the match. Joyce was that typical shy, good girl who was under his bad influence and always was in trouble because of him. He used to date a girl named Chrissy Carpenter who, in your opinion, was a total dud. You couldn't understand why Hopper decided to end up with a soon-to-be college diploma psychologist when he used to hook up with such girls.

And even if it was visibly hurting Joyce at that moment, she told you a lot about Bob. And these stories were just light-hearted and about Bob the Brain Newby, now known as Bob the Superhero. And you laughed so much you cried. You didn't know Bob well - you've only met him a few times at Joyce's when you were cooking there... But that man was a sweetheart just by the looks of it. There was no wonder why Joyce dated him. And he also was good with Will and Jonathan, which was a big point for Joyce. When you listened to all of the stories, you wanted to roll the time back and talk with him a bit more.

You didn't quite know what even happened to Bob. Nobody had told you. You just knew that suddenly, he passed away when you were on your vacation in Dakota, believing that he got a bad health condition. You attended his funeral with everyone, holding out El’s shoulder while your elbow was entwined with Jim’s. And even though you didn't know Bob that well at the time, you felt genuinely sad about what happened.

To change Joyce’s thoughts, you decided to tell them both about Steve and the years he was pinning after you, and those stories were extremely embarrassing. Such as the time when he invited you on a Snow Ball in front of a gym full of people after a basketball match. Or when he tried to kiss you once under the Independence Day fireworks. These made Joyce and Jim laugh a lot.

When the part when the kids got out came by, Joyce gave you both a big, long hug full of laugh. You made a deal that just like last year, you'd come by and train the cooking for Christmas day - now, there was supposed to be Nancy and Eleven as well.

Eleven looked like a lot of things happened during the Ball and that she had a lot of fun, which excited you - you sat with her on the back seat, talking the whole time Jim drove his Blazer towards the cabin. Your conversation made him laugh here and there since you were overreacting at literally every small detail Eleven had told you.

But about the kiss between her Mike... That was something she told you only once Hopper was out of radar and you were tugging her in. You rose your eyebrows with surprise and looked at her. You had your first kiss when you were around eleven - but the first ones were just the purest and most wonderful.

"Oh my." - Your face lit up with excitement and a huge smile, sitting on the bed next to her with your mouth opened. - "So you do have a boyfriend now, huh?" - You asked more silently and held her hand.

Eleven now knew who her real mom is and what Papa had done to her. She knew where to find her, but... Terry couldn't replace you. There was a connection of sorts that formed between Eleven and Terry, that was undeniable at that point, but Terry simply wasn't you.

You talked with Eleven about everything, you helped her with a lot of things and guided her through the basics of being truly human, and even more, you showed her, for the first time in her whole life, how motherly love looks like. Terry, even if it wasn't her fault, wasn't the one reading Eleven the bedtime stories, Terry wasn't cooking with her and Terry didn't learn every single word of the new pop songs that were coming out so they could sing it together. It was you, who was doing it with Eleven.

"What?" - El asked quietly because you seemed to be... Sad as you held her palm in yours. Your smile was strangely weird. You licked your lips, smoothing hair out of her forehead with tears in your eyes.

"Nothing, it is... Nothing. You’ve just grown up so fast since the day I saw you for the first time." - You mumbled quietly, laying down next to her, holding her in your arms within a protective gesture. She indeed did grow up quickly. It wasn't that El was already big enough when Jim started to taking care of her... But long gone were the days when she could barely talk or write. It seemed to be a long time ago when she first asked you if you're her mom or if you love her.

That night, you were sleeping in her room with her in your arms. And when Jim has seen that, he just smiled and closed the door behind him, letting you both sleep safe and sound. Because this was his whole world.

[ask-joyce-byers]

#40 please!

1962 | 1967

{45 OTP Prompts: “I want a baby.”, and Drabble Prompt List: “I’m pregnant.”}

Christmas, 1962

The everlasting mismanagement of the NYPD meant that half of the deputies promised off on Christmas day had to work after all, and those who had volunteered to walk their beat despite the snowfall and the forfeit comfort and joy got sent home early to spend time with their families. As it was, Jim Hopper received no especial privileges despite his having requested off to spend the day with his wife. You don’t have kids, was the consensus. The deputies with kids got preference to go home and see their progeny, whereas if you had decided not to reproduce or were just otherwise unlucky, you got to work same as any other day. Nevermind the fact that Hutchinson got sent home, and he and his old lady were far beyond the kid-having age. Andrews and Williard too, both of them empty-nesters.

“Damn unfair,” Hopper muttered to himself, stamping through the snow that night, frozen to the bone, icicles having formed in the ends of his hair, stabbing him in the back of the neck and making his eyebrows so he could see them if he looked sharply up. “Diane? I’m home.”

"Merry Christmas, baby,” Diane beamed, a vision in her bright red sweater, blonde hair curled in loose waves, bangs full and just shading her blushing face. The warmth of the apartment’s interior hit him like a heavy quilt, and he let out a long breath, reaching for her and pulling her into a hug against his snowy coat despite her squeal and helpless attempts to swat him away.

“You’ll get me wet! This is cashmere!”

“Cashmere? Really…” He ogled, hands finding her waist, smoothing there as she pecked him on the cheek and twisted away.

“Food first. Then presents, then -”

“Sleep,” Hopper groaned, and Diane pursed her lips.

“If you say so.”

“Unless you had other ideas.” His level of alertness was immediately heightened.

“Food first,” she reiterated, all but dragging him into the kitchen where a modest, but fragrant ham sat, resplendent in its roaster, bordered in seasoned potatoes and bright greens. “And for dessert-” She gestured to the oven and he bent, cracking open the door to reveal a good deal of indistinguishable shadow and the unmistakable scent of apple pie.

“You’re an angel,” Hopper proclaimed, hugging her to him again, and this time she let him as he pressed a resounding kiss to her rosy lips and dragged a freezing hand through her soft hair. “Lemme go get cleaned up.”

“Please,” Diane grinned, and while he rummaged and recuperated, splashed and stomped, she arranged the presents on the small kitchen table, crowned with the bright Christmas tablecloth and overhung with fake evergreen swags. Little things, they weren’t living on big money here, but he was home from overseas, they had their own place, and it was time to start enjoying the little things in life. One present in particular, very light and thin, she placed in the forefront.

Supper enjoyed, one and two word answers to her questions sufficing to explain that the food was too good for conversation, Diane slowly inched the envelope towards him.

“Open this one first.”

“Why don’t you open one of mine? The little square one.” A bracelet, something he’d picked out with help from Mrs. Hutchinson, as he had about as much idea what to get a lady as a grizzly bear knew how to pitch a tent. He was keen to see if he’d hit the mark.

“Open mine first. You’ll like it.”

“Will I?” Tearing into the envelope with impish impetuosity, he pulled out a simple card made of folded stock paper, drawn all over in different colored ink and the curly message OPEN ME. Lifting a brow, Hopper did so and saw, in stark contrast to the elaborate outer portion of the card, the inside was blank save for one, short sentence.

I want a baby.

Blue eyes looked up at Diane, and then back to the card, and then back to Diane, the muscles in his jaw working as he strove to work out an appropriate answer.

Yes. Yes. Right now.

“You want a baby,” was all he managed to echo, voice sounding strange even to his own ears. “You don’t wanna wait another year -”

“Way I see it, we’ve done enough waiting.” Nam. It hadn’t seemed like waiting to him, it had been war, it had been hell, but back home, to Diane it had to have seemed like decades.

“You, ah….” He licked his lips, meeting her gaze at last. “You wanna start workin’ on that now?”

“You don’t want to finish presents first?”

“They get better than this?”

He stood, leaning across the table to capture her lips. The way she slowed into the kiss, her breath catching, fluttering against his skin, his hand going up to cup her cheek, and suddenly the fact that her sweater was cashmere didn’t matter at all, he just wanted it off. On the table, in the floor, anywhere not on her.

A baby. With blue eyes and blonde hair, just like Diane, perfect in every way.

Come September, he was reminding her of that, telling her his dream, their dream as he drove her to the hospital, her breath fast and ragged, forehead beaded with sweat, clenching his hand in a vice-like grip.

“Some Christmas present, huh,” he made the mistake of commenting, turning to her with a forced smile, and she tore her hand away at that.

“Just drive, James.”

James. Ah, he was in trouble, then. She never used his real name unless she was upset at him, or on other very, very special occasions. One like the one that had tears starting to his eyes some hours later as the nurses placed a very small bundle of pink blanket into his arms, tiny breaths shuddering her little body against him, eyes murky and blinking, looking into his own.

“Hey, little one,” he managed, voice hoarse. “Hey, baby girl. What’re you lookin’ at, huh. Big scary man? I’m your dad, little one. Your dad.”

“She’s beautiful, James,” Diane breathed, and reached for him, taking his hand, a faint smile tugging her lips. “Some Christmas present.”

__________________________________

January, 1967

Joyce pressed her eyes shut at the approach of footsteps outside the bathroom and steeled herself for the verbal onslaught. You’re taking fucking forever, what kind of issue do you have, locking yourself in there for hours at a time, hogging the entire goddamn bathroom because god forbid anyone else in this house have to take a piss while you’re in there doing your hair or whatever shit -

“Almost finished,” she called, not waiting this time, hearing his impatient breath on the other side of the door. “You should just go without me.”

“You’re coming with me. I’m meeting a potential agent, and I don’t wanna look like a fool who couldn’t get his wife to go and be social.”

“What kinda agent is this now?” Joyce managed, voice thin, fighting off another wave of nausea and hardly daring to look at the typed report on the counter, courtesy of the doctor’s office in Larrabee. If only there was some simple way of doing the same tests they did there from home, of checking this yourself, then one could avoid the embarrassment, the exertion, the expense…

She’d demanded a copy of the lab report anyway, and irritated, the girl with red nails had typed it up for her and yanked it from the typewriter. It was only because Joyce had proudly gotten an A in biology that she even knew the significance of hGC at all. Why the x-ed out upper-case H irritated her so much before the proper typing of the lab result was something that even good grades could not explain.

“Joyce.” The doorknob rattled and she grit her teeth against the jolt it gave her pulse. She’d locked it; short of forcing the door, he wasn’t coming in, though that had happened before. “Hurry the fuck up. What in the hell is taking -”

“Lonnie, I’m sick. I don’t wanna go.”

“Did you go to the doctor?”

“Yes.”

“What’d they say?”

“That I’m sick.”

More muttered curses. “Of course they did. Tryin’ to get money from you, they’re never gonna turn someone away and say you’re fine now, are they. Use your head, Joyce. You’ve been sick for days, I’m done with your damn excuses.”

“Lonnie.” Joyce steeled herself, eyes pressed shut from her seat on the edge of the tub. “Go to your meeting. I’ll see you later.”

“And leave you to sleep or watch TV while I work to get the pro-ball career that I’ve been after for years? No, you’re comin’. If I have to do this, so do you.” As if she didn’t spend entire weeks working at Melvald’s and coming home to an empty house, cooking actual food every night anyway on the off chance he should come home from whatever dive bar he was in this time, networking and schmoozing, all so he could have the pro-ball career he insisted was still coming to him. As if anyone else paid the bills to this house, as if he’d ever done a single thing for her other than order her around and wear her on his arm like some kind of gaudy watch.

The last jibe had her on her feet, steadying herself and yanking open the door, letting the full effect of her appearance sink in. Dark hair tumbled, face paler than a ghost, she simply stood there and met his eye for a long moment, before thrusting the typed paper towards him. Brow lowering, he grappled it and fumbled it open, peering in the shadow of the corridor before pushing past her into the bathroom to use the light of the high-set window.

“The hell is this?”

“My report from the doctor.”

“Did you get an A,” he jeered, and Joyce didn’t even bother responding, waiting for him to peruse the typed lines and thrust it back at her.  “What’s that supposed to mean anyway. You dying? You have cancer?” Is it gonna be expensive, she could all but hear the unspoken accusation.

“There.” She poked the corrected hGH line, the reading stating simply P. Positive.

“Okay?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Lonnie’s response was immediate, a muttered curse, a long scrutinizing look toward her midsection, and then an accusatory stare at the paper. As if he didn’t trust it.

“And how’s that supposed to prove anything?”

“It’s a hormone,” Joyce explained wearily. “You either have it in your blood or you don’t, and I did.”

“And that means you’re pregnant.”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit, Lonnie, that’s how it works. I’ve been throwing up, feeling awful -”

“This is it, then.” He flung the paper to the bathroom counter. “The gig’s up. How’d this happen?”

She didn’t even bother asking what he meant by the gig being up, he meant, however he decided to express it, that he had to face responsibility now. To at least be present, if not contribute. Somehow she doubted that was gonna happen.

“I figure it happened one of those times you came home drunk,” Joyce drawled and Lonnie fixed her with a warning glare.

“You’re blamin’ this on me?”

“You’re the one running the show when that kind of thing happens, so yeah, I’m blaming it on you.”

The sound of a resounding slap, skin on skin echoed through the hollow of the bathroom, and in the mirror, Joyce saw her own cheek flare red.

“This is your deal,” Lonnie threatened, voice low. “You deal with this, and it better not put you out of a job. That’s all we got until I can land this gig, and this better not derail the whole fucking plan.”

“’S not gonna derail anything,” Joyce mumbled, and her hand, instead of going to her cheek, went to her middle. As if by his blow he’d insulted not her, but one innocent in all of this. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

“You better. Lay down, I guess.” The nicety flung over the shoulder was all she got as he made for the front door and grabbed his coat. “I’ll make some kind of excuse for you.”

“Thanks,” Joyce muttered, her voice barely audible as she made her way gingerly to the couch and curled up there.

“And Joyce?” His voice, calling back through the cold air of the open door had her lift her head. “If it’s a boy he’s gonna learn to play ball.”

Then the door slammed, and she was left in quiet. Some say that when you bring a kid into a marriage, it can serve as a saving grace in the eleventh hour, bringing couples back together again. But in that moment Joyce Byers was never more sure – that one day, as soon as she could save up enough money, pay off the house herself and get it transferred to her name – one day,  this was going to be her home, her life. Hers, and the tiny life inside her. And if he didn’t want to play baseball, she wasn’t going to make him play goddamn baseball.

[ramjam]

Lemme see...Jericho/Guila, Dreyfus/Hendrickson, King/Diane and King/Helbram

(send me a ship and ill give you my honest opinion!)

oh god this is a lot to summarize.

guila/jericho:

- not to biased but i cant see anyone for either character that'd be good for them romantically and it really shows in the chemistry they have with other people... a cheap imitation... but i love them dearly. they've kept me around for 3 years, i really think about them EVERY day and i have way more to say that can't be summarized in a short post. but i just think they're so sweet. romantic or platonic they have one of the most memorable dynamics imo and it's no wonder they're constantly associated together by other characters!

i like all the clever little things with their designs and narratives mirroring each other, even when they were separated. but what i like the most about their designs and powers being opposing, it's less like opposites and more explicitly like they complete each other a duo... it makes me soft... i just think they're neat. i have a dumb amount of passion. guila is so in looooove... jericho, you dumbass...

dreyfus/hendrickson:

- NOW THESE OLD MEN HAVE RIGHTS BABY!!! their dynamic is just soooo emotionally poignant and the angst never seems forced or misplaced. their relationship together is a pillar of the plot of each arc and i feel like they're not given credit enough for it... they're in love... i always liked it, but i didn't give as much thought until i met ren, and now i'm like *death grip* i love them

also it's even more fun with how they kind of have a lot lf similarities to guila/jericho pretty intentionally, i think. in the words of ren: "just re-skin you teen girl ship into old men."

king/diane:

- honestly, i didn't care too much about them on my first watch? i thought the background reveal felt kind of contrived and weird until i thought more about it. it still hit me emotionally but for some reason it felt forced at the time... i definitely disagree now.

i love them a lot, it's the only main ship i go nuts for, and i have the least amount of issues with it, for sure. i think they're sweet... i wish nakaba would let them talk about king erasing her memory, though. it was a weird and selfish thing that i think would be interesting to confront. i don't think she'd hold it against him, but still.

they're an attractive couple... (with bishie king, i mean.) and their canonization felt super rewarding. plud again i always feel a bias towards ships with a deep narrative connection with guila and jericho... much to analyze.

king/helbram:

- *balls my hands into fists and starts sobbing* THAT SHIT HURTED OH MY GODDDD IT'S NEVERENDING. they were one of my first ships coming out of the anime, and it's still one of my absolute top faves. the chemistry and drama is just incredible and it's painful... helbram loves him so much dude... i don't even know how else to read his feelings. the fact helbram sacrificed himself in the end so king could be happy... it hurts. he cares so much. it's a ride or die ship for sure.

their banter is top notch and they're just adorable.

[hyyunjinn]

    I swear if I forgot someone, and I feel like I am because I’m so bad at keeping track of things, I’m gonna go scream. ALSO: all those tags and mentions I’ve been tagged in, I swear I saw them but it was usually when I’m in the middle of doing something and I didn’t want to reblog aND THEN I JUST LOST THE TAG so I’m sorry ; - ;

    But uh, I. Reached. 3K. Followers. On this blog a while ago actually I’m just that lazy of a person and I never do anything on time. And I just wanted to say thank you so much for supporting me and screaming about Stray Kids daily? I haven’t been feeling the greatest emotionally which is why this might turn into a rant—but I just want to use my emotional energy for something good and that’s saying thank you! This is the first time a community has shown so much interest in my work and supporting it and I really, really can’t say how much I appreciate you all. I’ve been creating content for a while now, but it just never got the support I hoped for and,,, idk—just the fact that you guys like this blog just makes me so happy. And it’s not just the gifs: the gfx and writing that I post are the ones I care more about and I’ve gotten so many positive comments on it ahhhhhhh I want to hug each and everyone of you.   

    I know I don’t respond that well and those who tried to talk to me are probably disappointed by how I keep up a conversation but aklsfjasf I want to use this an appreciation post for all the wonderful people I met because of Stray Kids. Also, I want to say that, I’ve tried to talk and support you guys all—even if I don’t follow you, I lurk your blog and stuff—it’s just wow, we’re getting really big and I feel bad not being able to interact with everyone BUT I WANT TO SAY THAT ALL OF YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND YOU WORTH MORE THAN YOU BELIEVE YOU DO. I think it’s easier for me to talk about random stuff on kakaotalk so uhhh, if you wanna shoot me a message my id is cicikookie!    

    And just to my followers in general: thank you so much for sticking around haha. I see a lot of regular usernames and lurk sometimes haha so ;)) Thank you ♡

    Thank you again for being so supportive and I love interacting with all of you: LET’S SUPPORT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME!

    So, I guess I’ll start with the personalized messages:

@changlix Wow Lexi, you were my first friend in this fandom anD IDK WHAT IT WAS THAT MADE ME DROP MY USERNAME TO YOU BUT AKLSJFALSF LOL I’M SO GLAD WE’RE FRIENDS because everyone loves you and you’re amazing and I love your blog and everything and alskdfjaslfd you’re really crazy but I love you and ahHhHhhh. I know you’re busy with life, but whenever we talk even for like 2 messages at a time, I love it so much. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE WERE THROWING SHADE AT EACH OTHER EARLY ON. I still. Can’t believe. yOUR PROFILE PICTURE IS STILL HYUNJIN ON TWT WYD GIRL. And you calling me a hoe—wow, I keep that close to my heart. HAHA BUT ALL JOKES ASIDE, I appreciate you so much for being the inclusive self that you are and keep being amazing. Okay, I’ll admit: when you told me to “take care of your man properly or i’m coming for him cici” I THINK THAT’S THE REASON I’M STILL LOYAL TO HIM OR I WOULD’VE SWERVED AGES AGO. Thanks Lexi, you’re best ;) altho how could you come for him when i am taking care of him, traitor

@manny27lei I’m adding you here but I don’t even wanna write you anything hAH. YOU DON’T EVEN TALK ABOUT SK. MAKE A SIDEBLOG AND I MIGHT

jk ily thanks for listening to me cry everyday and laskfdjasf it’s crazy how we met because of sk but it’s not even because of sk, it’s because of svt whoops

@seungminty yOU’RE STILL MY FAVE SEUNGMIN STAN AND YOU FOREVER WILL BE. ULT SEUNGMIN STAN. And ofc vocal line enthusiast. Thank you for being you and asklfdjasldf goodness, sometimes I worry that you’re being too hard on yourself MAR ILY AND THE GC LOVES YOU AND BE CONFIDENT! YOU’RE AMAZING AND A TIIINY BIT OF YOURSELF GOTTA FLAUNT IT. You keep the chat going and ahhHhhH I don’t even know how much I want to say the fact that I appreciate you so much. Thank you thank you thank you ♡ random confession: you make me really soft because you’re so soft and i just wanna hug you until everything goes well for you

@princeminho ASFKLJASLFD MAHI! MY CEREAL BUDDY! I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WERE A actually, the fact that he was your icon should’ve told me bUT WHAT. MINHO STAN SINCE DAY ONE? WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO LONG TO ADMIT IT AHAHHAHAHAH I’M STILL SO SHOOK. You’re so lowkey about your love for him and I feel and it’s really cute and lksadfjalsd FAVE MINHO STAN BC I DON’T FEEL LIKE I NEED TO FIGHT YOU UNLIKE SOMEONE/ Thank you for just hanging around and taking our shit and just being you—I love talking to you so much, you’re so amazing and ♡♡♡♡♡

@9traykids I give up. You can have Minho. You save me every time you send in Hyunjin photos and I cannot appreciate you enough hAH THEY’RE SO CUTE AND I JUST START SPAZZING OUT AND ALSFJDASDF that one photo where you badly edited with “i ♡ cici” I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THAT AHHHHH. stop making me cry ; - ; I love talking to you and you’re so randomly funny and laskdfjasf THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU ILY ♡♡♡♡♡

@seungchanie HI YOU AMAZING PERSON I LOVE YOU SOSOSOOSOSO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I’m not quite even sure how we met but it’s like one of those friendships where it feels like it’s been forever because, everything is just a blur but there are good moments, you know what I mean? Vale, I love you so much—you’re so cute and friendly and whenever we talk, I get so excited because you’re so excited and hehe aHHHHHHHH LEMME JUST HUG YOU. You’re always there and yOUR CONTENT. I LOVE YOUR CUTE LITTLE FANARTS AND THAT 3RACHA SCIFI AU WTF I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR YOUR AMAZINGNESS. You have a really simplistic style and I love it so much mwah

@hyunjinh laksdjf hi jas!! oKAY CAN I JUST SAY YOU’RE PROBABLY MY TUMBLR CRUSH BUT LIKE, WE TALKED BEFORE BUT I STILL DON’T ASLKDFJASD IDK YOU’RE REALLY COOL AND I REALLY LIKE TALKING TO YOU but idk how to keep a convo going and ahHhhHh LOWKEY BLUSHING BC I REALLY LIKE YOU HAHAH you’re really amazing and I love your blog and I hope we can become better friends hehe.

@straykidzz OKAY TBH IDEK WHEN OR HOW BUT THE FACT THAT WE NEVER HAD LIKE, A PROPER CONVERSATION and yet we act like good friends is aslkdfjasldf—maybe it’s a mutual thing hehe aHHH MANDA ILYSM AND JUST SEEING YOU ON MY DASH MAKES ME SO HAPPY. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been here as long as me heheh. I hope we get to know each other better and skajflasdf W A H ♡♡♡♡♡♡ TAKE MY HEARTS

@chanbng Fishy, you. are SO AMAZING — we never seem to be on the chat at the same time but you’re so sweet and lasdfjasdlf wow i’m highkey crushin haha AHHHHHHHI JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND THANKS FOR BEING YOU and i hope we get to talk more heheh

@aussieline KLASDFJALKSDF YA BIBI WE NEVER ACTUALLY HAD A REAL CONVERSATION BUT JUST, THIS MUTUAL THING WE GOT GOING ON? ILYSM YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND YOUR ARTWORK ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH we gotta talk more omg but thank you for providing my dark life with cute fanart and cute tags, you’re adorable

@jeongin-ie sup smol softie ilySM WE GOTTA START CHATTING FOR REAL OR SMTH YO which means i should be the one who sends the message but laskdfjsadf i su k but i also want to be better friends with you ; - ; hit me up with your kkt thO THEN WE CAN CHAT PLSPSPSLSPSL i hate chatting on tumblr lmao CJ, YOUR WORK IS AMAZING AND YOUR BLOG IS CUTE AND YOU’RE CUTE thanks for being you :)

@strgaykids Okay. I SAW YOUR 3K POST THING AND YOU ARE SO PRETTY I NEARLY FELL OFF MY CHAIR CONGRATS ON HITTING THE MILESTONE TOO! You make the fandom so much more fun and I love the shitposts you have TBH, I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO BECOME FRIENDS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU SEEM, I was gonna say chill, but maybe lit? but that doesn’t really make anysense—tHE POINT IS: hiimciciandihopewe’lltalklaterinthefuturehehebyegottablast

@spearbin asklfjdsaldf pffffffft Camille right? YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND I JUST, LOVE YOU AS A PERSON AND SEEING YOU SPAZZ OUT IN THE TAGS IS SO CUTE and i have a highkey tumblr crush on you but like, we’ve interacted before and >///< AHHHH HIHIHI I REALLY WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND BUT I’M SUPER AWKAWRD I HIGHKEY HOPE YOU DON’T SEE THIS BUT YOU PROBABLY WILL AND PFFFFFT I’LL JUST, LEAVE NOW

@chanskitty AHHHHH DIAN HOW ARE YOU?????? I know we don’t talk as much anymore but — ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ You’re so amazing and chill and ahhhhhhhh. You are taking care of yourself right? Getting sleep? I HOPE WE GET TO TALK MORE SOON ♡ I’LL SEND A MESSAGE OR SMTH tag you in something????/// :DD

@realstraykids Did you know it took me a couple of weeks (or was it days) after following you to realize that your url is the same handle as Stray Kids’ official ig name alskfdjasdf I FACEPALMED MYSELF SO HARD LMAO — also hold on, I didn’t know you’re minho bIASED AH YESSSSSSSSSS Em. I really hope we get to know each other better beCAUSE YOU’RE SO COOL AND I LOVE YOUR EDITS SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH They’re really different but a good kind of different and tell me your ways of sitting in front of a computer screen and masking each frame of a moving object hOW I HATE DOING THAT

@stray-k1ds hOLy cow I don’t think i actually know your name—is it Tiffany? I THINK WE FORGOT TO INTRODUCE OURSELVES—I’m Cici! AND I LOVE TALKING TO YOU YOU’RE SO CUTE AND LASKFJAAKD I love your cute little scenarios and all that and keep up the good work!!!!!!! I HOPE WE CAN BECOME BETTER FRIENDS AY

@jeongn pfft Nicolle, you actually haVEN’T DONE ANYTHING IN A WHILE THAT MADE ME WANT TO BLOCK YOU AHAHHALSFKJASLDF i still can’t get that image of tired chan and his accent coming out whAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME you can be so cool and so fREAKING TALENTED I CAN’T BELIEVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOLLOWS M E. I love the times we do actually talk, so! :))) I hope we become better friends ayyYyyyyYYY

@stray4419 hehehehehe i know we just started talking but Chi, you are so kindhearted and i’ve said it twice and i’ll say it again: thank you so so so much for personally offering me a shoulder to cry on haha. You have no idea how touched I was and I really can’t thank you enough. LET’S MEET UP SOMETIME AND CRY ABOUT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER YO AHHHHHHHHH

@woojinskids eASILY YOU’RE MY FAVE WOOJIN STAN M. YOU’RE SO SOFT FOR HIM AND READING YOUR TAGS FOR HIM IS SO CUTE I actually fall in love with him even more every time you talk about him aahahh I know we don’t talk as much but I really love seeing you around ♡

@chxngbins NehaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I MISS TALKING TO YOUUUUUUU and your old username not gonna lie alskdfjasdf whoops but AHHH YOU’RE SO CUTE and smart wow and asldfkjsdf I wish I was as levelheaded as you pFFT. You are so amazing and smol and i associate you with that picture of namjoon eating pizza lmao BUT AHHHH KEEP BEING YOU ILYSM

@felixsfreckles I WAS LOOKING THROUGH MY FOLLOWING LIST AND ASLKDFJASLDFK WTF I CAN’T BELIEVE I WASN’T FOLLOWING YOU THE ENTIRE TIME i feel so bad omg i’m sorry—actually hold on, are you not a felix stan anymore wH A T. but alskfa hiiiiii thanks for being amazing!!!!!!!!  idk, you’re like one of those mutuals that, I’m sorta comfortable knowing that you exist? because you are so nice and we’ve been on here for so long kinda thing haha ♡

@bunny-minsungie asfjkdhsda I KNOW OUR CHAT IS PRETTY MUCH ALL BUSINESS SOUNDING/RELATED NOW BUT I JUST WANNA TAKE THE TIME TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING AMAZING and doing so much ; - ; Now that I think about it, we don’t even talk about anything else noooooooo but I really appreciate you Lys ♡ and that demon!hyunjin au is seriously taking over me omf

@bbang-channie Dude Leah, you are so cool omg—you’re so inviting and fun to talk to and AHHHHH I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER BECAUSE LKSDJAFLSDF FROM THE SHORT TIME WE’VE TALKED VIA GCs, I love it  ; - ; UGH I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT!!! I APPRECIATE YOU BUDDY!!  

@seoracha I KNOW YOU’RE NOT EVEN HERE ANYMORE but i just wanna say you the craziest triple biaser i’ve met probably the only triple biaser i know and honestly idek how your brain works but lmao miri you’re so cool ily

@utlwoojisung @kim-squishmin @doublekn0t @chanyeolsidepiece @vallkyr @hi-hello32 @sparklingthoughtss @straykidding @indiepoptime @f3lix-lee @ultchris @maaatryoshka @straykidsstan @softlix OKOK I KNOW WE’VE TALKED BEFORE/ARE MESSAGING/SOMEHOW INTERACTED AND YOU SEEM COOL but alksdfsd like, I don’t know you guys as well bUT I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU ALL TOO AND I HOPE WE CAN GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER! :))

Ummmm, here are people that I follow and don’t really know but uhhhh ihopewegettotalkonedayahahiwantmorefriendsandyouguysseemreallycooltotalktoahhh @jicue @chans97 @cosychans @lees-minho @leefelixs @chngbins @changbinsplushie @starrykids @softstraykids @sprearb @stray-keeds-in-yo @straykeeds @hyuunjins @bvian @straybros @straykidsmp3 @straykiz @straybabies @stkids @1straykids @felixeslee @jeonginie @jeongin @str4y-kids @bchanies @changbln

[skygemspeaks]

Thoughts on episode 4 of Seven Deadly Sins:

“This will take away his pain for good.” Me: *squints suspiciously* That’s the kind of language people usually use when referring to death... *Doctor is revealed later on in the episode to have been working for the Holy Knights the entire time, and has indeed given Meliodas poison* Aha! Thought so!

I can see now why Diane is so attached to Meliodas. He’s the first one that saw past her size, and saw her for the scared little girl she was.

I HATE that whenever there are two girls in the same group of friends in a shounen anime, they always have to hate each other. Why do Diane and Elizabeth have to fight???? There is literally no reason, and it’s pissing me off. They both just want what’s best for Meliodas. And Elizabeth hasn’t even really shown a romantic interest in him yet. I hate that this is a trope. Because both Diane and Elizabeth are amazing girls and I hate to see them pitted against each other. They deserve better.

Diane is an earthbender and I am ALL FOR IT. She’s so bamf and I love her to death. Hells yes for strong girls who are still childish and cute!

Jericho is gorgeous.

Holy shit???? I’m completely in love with Ban??? Hot damn. I saw a man so beautiful I cried?? He looks hella fucking hot with that haircut. I mean, from the moment I saw him in the opening, I was absolutely fucking smitten with him, so yess. Omg, I can just tell he’s gonna be my fav. Lemme guess, he’s the kinda character who pretends to be all bad-ass and prickly, but it’s a facade for how vulnerable he is on the inside? God I hope so. Those are my favourite kinds of characters.

Friendly reminders: no spoilers in my inbox, please and thank you!

[marymuft]

Can’t Sleep Survey

Did you cry when you first watched Titanic? I think I teared up.

What was the last thing you did before doing this quiz? Peeing

What would your parents do if you came home with a tattoo? I have four. They just say “Lemme see it” now. 

Ever purposely broken your iPod/phone just for a new one? no.

Ever kissed someone with a tongue piercing? No.

Gotten high in the past 24 hours? :)

Has a friend ever made you extremely angry? Yes.

Are your parents divorced? Nope.

If you got kicked out, where would you go? Uhh. Well, I’d text Liz, Diane, Ashley, maybe Dana, and see if they could house me til Damion realizes he’s stupid.

If any of your friends got kicked out, would your parents let them stay with you? I’m sure they would have when I lived with them. They put up some of my brother’s friends.

You’re locked in a room with the last person who hurt you, what happens? I don’t know who that is right now? Ashley’s parents? It’d be fine, we’d play cards.

Injured someone in the last week? Not to my knowledge

Do you like Pokemon? I like the pokemans.

Would you get your feet tattooed? Did that already.

Have you kissed more than ten people this year? Nope.

Have you told anybody you loved them today and meant it? Yes.

What was the last thing you and your mom talked about? What time Evelynn was coming over tomorrow.

Do you know people that smoke weed? Yep.

What was the most boring thing you did today? Woke up.

Last kiss drunk or sober? Not sober. 

How do you feel right now? I’m a little tired. Lil wired. Dry throat.

What were you doing last night at midnight? In my bed on my laptop.

You think that stars are people we lost? They’re just big balls of gas.

What are your plans for tonight? Go to sleep.

Is there any band/artist you would love to see right now? The Matches would be so cool to see.

What is/was your worst subject in school? I wasn’t really bad at any of the academic ones. But, GYM, if that counts.

When’s the last time you cried? I def cried this week. Probably... Tuesday.

Would it be more likely of you to fail science or math? Science.

Do you find it rude when people text when they’re talking to you? Only if it’s a serious conversation. 

Do you tell your parents everything? Nope.

Do people say you look like a certain celebrity? No, but I have gotten very different ones through the years.

Who do you think you look like? My mom

Name a flaw that you think you have: My teeth.

Name something that you like about yourself: I’m super compassionate.

What’s a word that you overuse? “Okay”

Had a blast from the past recently? I’m in my parents house right now. So yeah.

Ever seen a pregnant woman smoking/drinking? Yes

What’s something you want for your next birthday? Money. Lots of it. And a keyless entry lock.

Do you hate when people talk to you about their relationships? Nah. Unless it’s clear that it’s an inappropriate time or place.

What’s the last thing you said out loud? "Augh.”

Don’t you hate when you get hit on by creepers? Yes.

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? I don’t think I ever close my closet door.

Do your parents use coupons a lot? Not that I know of. I do thought. 

Do you ever count your steps when you walk? Usually on stairs.

What are you doing right now? This. And deciding if I need to pee again.

Rate yourself on a scale of 1-10. 5. Maybe a 6. 

Do you always seem to lose your bobby pins & hair ties? Nah, i’m pretty aware of them.

Have you ever clogged a public toilet? Friend’s place count?

Have you ever been followed by a stranger when walking home? No, cause then they went their own way.

Do you have any jewelry on currently that came from someone special? “You are my sunshine” ring from my mom.

Have you ever saw someone get run over? No.

Is it currently cold where you live? It’s actually like Hell outside.

Do you put pepper on almost everything you eat? I’m not very good at eating. 

Do you own more than 50 different colored eye shadows? I probably do actually... Maybe 30.

Do you always feel like people are staring at you in public places? Yes.

What’s one of your biggest fears? Being thought of as mean and uncaring.

Is there currently any food crumbs on your bed? Maybe.

Have you ever watched the show Bananas in Pajamas when you were young? Yes. It was one my favorite shows!

Do you ever get any compliments on your eye lashes? Yep. I was blessed with perfect ones. 

Do you own a pair of converse? Since middle school.

Would you rather be unhappy being single or unhappy being with someone? I would rather be unhappy being single. 

What is something obvious about you that everyone notices? ... Uhm. My fishnet stockings.

100 Things You May Not Have Known About Me…

or care to know about me, but here ya go anyway…

1. What is the last alcoholic beverage you drank? Lemon vodka press probs. 

2. Do you follow college football? Nope. 

3. Who took this survey before you? ???

4. Who was the last person to send you a text message Damion

5. Last time you went swimming in a pool? ...Uhm. Two weeks ago, if just feet count. 

6. Are you happy? Not usually.

7. Where was the last place you went shopping? I went to Tom Thumb this afternoon.

8. How do you feel about your hair? It feels nice. I just washed it.

9. Where do you live? ATX bby.

10. Last thing you ate? Little Caesar’s cheese pizza.

11. Do you wish you were some place else right now? Yes and no. I want to be back in the morning. But, impossible givne distance of where I’d like to be.

13. Do you have any expensive jewelry? Not really.

14. AIM or MSN? Was def an AIM kid.

15. What classes are you taking? Next semester I’m taking Graph Theory, Cirriculum, and uh... Specialized Content.

16. How many hours on average do you work a week? 30+

17. Who do you like right now? My dog.

18. Do you watch the olympics? Yeah.

19. Last restaurant you went to? Whole foods count?

21. Who was the last person to call you? My roommate.

22. What’s your sign? Sagittarius. 

23. Do you have a favorite number? 16. 

24. Last time you did volunteer work or made any donation? I bought a red nose.

25. What do you spend most of your money on? Food.

26. Where does most of your family live? ... Even spread of extended.

27. Are you an only child or do you have siblings? Sibs.

31. Favorite kind of beer? Don’t dig that shit.  

32. Have you ever experienced true love? Yes.

33. Did you ever collect Beanie Babies? Nah. I mean I had some, but I wasn’t like super into it.

35. Myspace or Facebook? Facebook.

36. Do you have T-Mobile? No.

37. What is your favorite subject? I enjoyed the fuck out of DiffEQ.

38. Do you sometimes wish you were someone else? Yes. Or just a better version of myself.

40. Are you an outcast in school? I felt like I was, but looking back I was not as much as I felt.

41. Last time you saw your parents? Like, 3 hours ago.

42. Do you have any talents? I’m good at teaching mathematics.

43. Ever been in a wedding? Flower Girl.

44. Do you have any godchildren? No.

45. Last movie you watched? I put on The Bucket List. But, I think the dark tower counts.

46. Are you missing anyone at the moment? Yes.

47. Did you take a nap today? I woke up at 2. NO time for a nap.

49. Ever been on a cruise? Nope.

50. Favorite vacation spot? Snow places.

51. Favorite genre of music? Been grooving to indie alt. 

52. Do you have any wealthy friends? Yeah.

53. Ever met anyone famous before? Yes.

54. Would you give your ex a second chance? No, doesn’t seem like a good idea.

55. Are you multi-tasking right now? Nah.

57. Could you handle being in the military? Not at all.

58. Are you hungry or thirsty? I’m thirsty..

59. Favorite fast food restaurant? Panera.

60. Favorite Nightclub? I love Highland. 

62. Do you own a camera phone? Yeppp.

63. Ever had to take a sobriety test? No.

65. Can you speak any other languages? Only a little Spanish. I’m only fluent in English.

66. Last time you went to the gym or worked out? Last month.

67. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Like 20..

68. Do you have a photo hosting site that you use? No, google photos?

69. Last place you were at? Tom Thumb.

70. What is your school mascot? Bobcat.

71. Ever been to Las Vegas Nope.

72. Ever been to Mexico for spring break? Nope.

73. Have you ever bought condoms? Yep.

74. Do you have any regrets? I have some.

75. What do you think is your best feature? My eyelashes.

76. Have you ever been gambling? Yeah, love me some Brittney Slots..

77. How old are your parents? 69 and 56.

79. Do you have your wisdom teeth? Unclear. Never had any removed, but not sure if they were there in the first place.

80. Favorite place to be? My bed.

81. Have you ever been to New York City? Once, I need a redo

82. Favorite sit down restaurant? Idk. I go to a few. I always like Olive Garden breadsticks.

83. Ever been to Disney Land/World? Disneyland... I think. 

84. Do you have a favorite cartoon character? Tina Belcher. 

85. Last thing you cooked? A microwave bowl of soup...

86. How is the weather today? Hot.

87. Do you e-mail? It is how academics communicate. Less awkward.

88. Last letter/piece of mail you received besides junk or a bill? My mom sent me a card. 

89. Favorite store? Target.

90. Are you dating someone right now? Nope.

91. Last voicemail you received. Momma.

92. Do you drunk dial? Nope. 

93. Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone? Dropped it in the toilet once. 

94. What is the best city in the state that you have lived in? ATX is the best.

95. Favorite band? I’m gonna go with The Matches. Lyrics are perfect.

96. Last time you were sick? Had a sinus infection a few weeks ago.

97. Are you lactose intolerant or do you have IBS? Nope.

98. What’s the last concert you went to? Oh lord... Warped like. 7 years ago? I can’t remember. I haven’t been to one in a while unless you count happening upon ones as SXSW.

99. Ready for the weekend? I’m ready to see my little nugget of a niece.

100. What did you do last night? Got wired and did things.