#like yea we passed it but what do you think is gonna happen when trumps back in power

[all-is-pulchritudinous]

I had an interesting conversation on Discord today. This isn’t a political blog but it deserves to be shared. Fact check anything you want. It’s all true.

https://lilreadergurl.tumblr.com/post/620822382336180224TumblrStan First, Human LastStan First, Human Last[11:49 AM] this dosent even affect me, no athority figures know im lgbt and my mom dosent either, but woah

first off, people right now are fucked, and second off, what about the future?

reality = im gonna be in debt from college till my kids go to college and then ill be helping them but unless i can move to aus or england when im 19 there is nearly no hope for me since im not a rich kid and i dont have a rich relative, so as a kid in the us i have to constantly face the fact that it wont be possible unless i save for years chances are im stuck here, my kids will be, thier kids will be

i was reading history texts the other day and we're in prime time for another revloution if not a revolution, a revalation

its time for a paradigm shift wether in ink or in blood

People are freaking tired of the government isnt there a whole thing where if the ppl arent satisfied with the gov't bc the gov't isnt doing its job, the people have the power to abolish it yeah sounds familiar unless the gov is corrupt and they prevent us by finding loopholes, which is what they do best these days

revolution is hard, but they forget we outnumber them. protests show that easily.

(Wanna know what the protests remind me of? The Peacekeepers in the Hunger Games during the Rebellion)

and by brainwashing the populace into thinking everything is fine and pitting the masses against each other I think a lot of people are just like welp this is how it’s going to be

its easier to be apathetic not that its right

unless we stand the fuck up, but when we do, we're tear gassed and have rubber bullets shot in our skulls

what did harry potter teach me? giving up is easy. fighting is worth it. and damn, we need to fight

isnt there also proof of them injuring a medic which is a war crime yea multiple

It’s pretty fucked up, they make u work these long as hours so you’re too tired to do anything and that’s how they keep you from acting on anything

but who's going to punish them?

if this is the promised land then i dont get why we're so fucked up

it isnt that is a lie

this is america the great the land of opprotunity unless you’re poor

what happened to the assasinations man

actually trump was smart about that kept himself by getting killed, by getting the one guy nobody wanted for vp in the spot

hmm youre right

then proceeded to take over everything and use OUR TAX MONEY to send his son to foregin countries to shoot a sheep

same for impeachment

The problem is somehow the rules don’t apply to him?? Like w the amount of ABSOLUTE SHIT he’s done

here are a few trends in history of when major revolutions occur.

Ohohohoho

for example, inequality or, citizens being treated like shit or, gov not listening to demands or, tyrants well would ya look at that - we hit all of them! only way it could get worse is if they started killing people for no reason- oh WAIT, we do that too!

commit war crimes? jackpot

im just saying, we're shaping up our generation has a certain power to it we're growing up AFTER 9/11, we're being taught WHY everything was bad, we're not living through it, but we see the evidence all around us We know that if 1 person fucks up, EVERYONE suffers Unless you’re in the government in which case you get a free pass We also grow up with certain influences, for example, the Hunger Games books, or the Giver series

The pot has been brewing for a long time

We grow up with news sources at our fingertips, we're taught how to connect things If you think that we can't blow shit up, you're wrong. You gave us the toys, you taught us how to use them, and now... we're gonna play

REVOLUTION!!!!

let’s do it, damn well time for one

sign me up! though i might get deported back to my home country ahaha

not if there’s no government

WELL YEAH - Wanna know what's REALLY fucked up, though?

?

You ever read Hunger Games? America=Arena Citizens=Tributes Cops=Peacekeepers Protesters=Tributes President=Snow Even if you didn't, you'll get the point. But if you did, you'll get it EXACTLY.

Aye

Hell yeah

[momtemplative]

Saturday Afternoon, MACRO and MICRO

Definition of Macro: large-scale; overall. ie., THE FOREST.

Definition of Micro:  extremely small. ie., THE TREES. Definition of Macro, here: The wild world at large.

Definition of Micro, here:  The tiny home we inhabit, where we “shelter in place.”

MICRO—I sit here in our tiny RV that is parked in the driveway. It’s where I “go to write”, a creative parlor with wheels and a view of our magnificent choke cherry out the window that is just starting to think about blooming. (I don’t blame it for being hesitant.) 

Months back, Opal and her friend pretended this RV was a rescue vehicle for dogs—all dogs but mostly pit bulls, a breed Opal feels is highly misrepresented. From where I sit, in the passenger seat swiveled to face the rear, there are four black-and-white photocopies of gorgeous dog portraits staring at me. One pit bull in particular looks straight through me.

I’ve purposefully resisted straight-up news, aside from my nightly installment of “Good News Network” and NPR’s weekly “Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me” radio quiz show. But living without allowing for the outside to seep in feels unhealthy in its own right. Selectively permeable would be the proper thing to practice now. 

So I crack open my computer and dip my toes in the NY Times live coverage of the Coronavirus.

I can hear Jesse’s future voice in my head: How was writing?

Me: Good, but I’m feeling a tad suicidal now.

Him: Why?

Me: I read the news.

Him: Now why would you go and do that??

MACRO—“With President Trump having undercut the new guidance of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention by immediately declaring that he would not wear a mask himself, it was far from clear how many Americans would ultimately embrace the recommendation.”

MICRO— I return from the RV to find a house party of three people in my living room. Thankfully, my family did not get the memo that in this moment, life on the outside is complex and backwards. Ruth is on Jesse’s shoulders, no pants, shit-eating grin and fresh-cut bangs in her eyes. She shakes like a puppy with over-large ears and Opal twirls in her No ProbLLama nightgown to the Imagine Dragons song, Zero. Inside our little bubble, things are bumping! The sun floods the living room and even the anti-social cat seems obliged to hang out—from an appropriate distance.

MACRO—Governor Andrew Cuomo warns that, as infections passed 113,700 and deaths 3,500, New York State would reach the worst point of the coronavirus crisis within a week or so. He also said the state was using the machines for coronavirus patients at a rate that would exhaust its stockpile in just six days.

MICRO—Three boxes are stacked one atop the other in front of our door like a cairn. One box is for Jesse’s birthday next weekend, the others are for Ruth. 

It’s looking like COVID-19 will spit us out the other end proficient in at least one new talent—Opal’s is roller skating. She insisted on using my skates, which she found while foraging for activities in the garage like a squirrel for food. After a few days of wearing those up and down the down-stairs hallway, and back and forth on the sidewalk out front, I was certain the future for her ankles was bleak and we ordered her a pair on Amazon that were her size.

Ruth observed all this unfolding and with no intention of leaving empty-handed. Unfortunately, toddler-sized skates are much harder to come by. So, many weeks into the future, Ruthy finally got her own skates that go over her shoes and are, frankly, awesome. She also picked out the tackiest Olaf helmet—with a carrot-nose that actually protrudes—after instructing me to “search on Amazon for Olaf now please.” 

Each of those treasured items are contained in the boxes on our porch. I jump into our current porch-sanitizing routine (bleach wipes and spray lined up on the porch without apology)—wipe box, open, wipe down package inside, wash hands thoroughly. 

You can practically hear Ruth buzzing as suits up for a jolly, though quick to be exhausting, skate around the block. Her uniform killed, and would have worked as well for Halloween, Burning Man, a rave and a roller derby—mixed patterns for shirt and pants, knee pads and skates from Trolls, Olaf helmet. When she velcroes her final skate, I hear a faint, prayer-like utterance from Jesse: dear god. She is an eye-full that could save a life.

MACRO—Trump is getting help with the November election. His campaign just rolled out a new ad, titled “Hope,” featuring appreciative quotes from Gov. Cuomo and Gov. Newsom of California. With the lives of their constituents at stake, they’ve given him the made-for-TV sound bites he was never able to extract from Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelensky.

MICRO— Thank god for these kids. If I were being force-fed the news then led to an empty house with, maybe, a roommate-peer who is also stressed and bloated with sad information, or if perhaps I were old and alone, I’d be struggling in an entirely different way. Sure, I have my moments of fantasizing about what it would have been like if COVID and shelter-in-place came at a time before or children, during a time when I could have relished cleaning and reading and making a weeks-long retreat out of an unsavory situation. But the fact is, these kids keep the scales level.

Not to mention the fact that affection is built-in. Even though Ruth is less interested in snuggling than she is in building block-towers or submerging every toy she owns in water, we seem to be touching constantly, in this or that way. Hugs from Opal and Jesse, snuggling on the couch for a show, holding hands on our walks around the block—it’s all-inclusive. The fact that this is not the case for everyone is something I am well aware of.

MACRO—Jared Kushner has embedded his own people in the Federal Emergency Management Agency; a senior official described them to The Times as “a ‘frat party’ that descended from a U.F.O. and invaded the federal government.” As The Washington Post reported, Kushner’s team added “another layer of confusion and conflicting signals within the White House’s disjointed response to the crisis.”

Kushner, you can’t shatter us.  Young girls in roller skates win every goddam time.

MICRO— Our block continues to be paradise. Any interest we had six months ago in selling this house has been waylaid and, thus, we are appreciating our home base in a truly different way. 

As we make our way down the block with two girls on their respective wheels, we holler at our beloved across-the-street neighbors, friends of 14 years. They sit, mysteriously, at a card table in their front yard, as if they are having an invisible garage sale. We exchange a boisterous, level-12-volume conversation from across the street, talking over each other and at the same time, expressing everything we possibly can in the tiny window we have while the girls scoot away on their skates. 

The corner that turns on to the bike path and is covered with ancient ponderosa pines smells musty and earthy and perfect. Like every camping trip ever taken. Every hike through the woods. A momentary dose of equilibrium.

When we circle back, our neighbors are still outside.  

One of them asks, “Hey, have you guys been wearing masks outside?”

“No, Governor Polis just suggests it for any public place—grocery, whatever.”

“We saw a few people driving by with them on.”

“Yea, so did we, we saw a few people out walking with them on, just outside.”

I guess the point is, if it’s not gonna hurt, you might as well do it. Hell, if we are in this far—as is shelter-in-place—then we might as well take it all the way. To pick up the slack for people who aren’t doing what they should be doing. (We are actually yelling all this in conversation across the street.) The idea that some people would still not be doing what they are supposed to be doing is ludicrous.  I’ve vented my rage at the college students of America over St. Patty’s Day, but they are all home by now, are they not? So who are we talking about here?

Fact is, as I just learned today, there are still five states that are not mandatory shelter-in-place. (I’m sorry, what??)

MACRO—“I can’t lock the state down,” said Gov. Kim Reynolds of Iowa, which has recorded more than 600 confirmed cases and at least 11 deaths. “People also have to be responsible for themselves.”

MICRO— Opal has been loving her evening ritual of putting Ruth to bed. She says it’s one of her most ‘special times of the day,’ though it happens only a few times a week. She takes her little sister down by the hand, gets her jammies on and teeth brushed, reads to her, the whole precious nine yards. She does that tonight, leaving Jesse and I to the quiet of ourselves and our space-sans-kids in the family room. 

Jesse promptly dozes off in the rocking chair. I lie on the floor with eyes closed in star-pose, taking up some glorious space. These days are taking a toll. But it’s also true that I laughed so hard on four different occasions this afternoon that I buckled over twice, slapped a knee and wet myself. 

So much is going well in our tiny Microcosm that sometimes it’s easy to forget the Big Picture Macro. Ignorance is indeed not far from a certain cheap kind of bliss. It makes sense why people do it, why people feel the need to avoid discomfort. But, ultimately, the mind knows when it is missing something. The soul knows when it is being cut-off. Our beings can feel when humanity is suffering, whether or not we choose to admit it to ourselves in so many words.

“Mom!” Opal whisper-yells from down the hall. “Ready!” Meaning, she’s ready for me to come and finish Ruth’s bedtime with a song. But by the time I get to Ruth’s snug and utterly safe kid-room, she is fast asleep.

4/4/20

(all quotes in italics come from the NY Times live coverage of the coronavirus from the previous week.) 

[rose-gold-romantic]

Whatever It Takes:Chapter Three

A Loki x Reader based in the Tesseract fic universe! Avengers: Infinity War follow-up fic. Next in the Tesseract fic series. Links to Tesseract, Lokasenna, What Heroes Do, and Fidelity. Also to my AU Feel You.

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Just a forewarning, this one has a major POV shift from the past entries, since Reader was Dusted at the end of Fidelity! Keeping with my recent trend in fic titles, it’s named after a track on the official soundtrack. I also constantly watch this Video, and recommend it to hype you up! @malignentmac @fandomsfanman @i-am-supermerwholoked221b @markusstrayya @sincereleygmg @pandaqua​ @person-born-winchester

The days passed with a harrowingly slow pace, every hour feeling as a lifetime. Everyone in the compound was on edge, in their own stage of grief for the fallen, and anxiety for Danver’s return. Over two weeks had gone by, with no answer from Danvers.

Thor had settled in to a pattern that seemed a stronger version of behavior that I had seen before. His sole focus seemed externally to be finding the rest of the Asgardians, but I knew that he was grinding his proverbial axe for a rematch with Thanos. The guilt that he carried with him was nearly tangible, and my attempts at reassurance went without response. Thor would not resume any form of normalcy until Thanos had been brought to justice.

One night, as I continued monitoring the system we had scanning for the Asgardians, the ground began rumbling beneath my feet. I looked up to see Steve and Natasha both running towards the front doors, and I followed suit.

Bruce and Rhodey were already outside, and we slowed to a walk as we watched a spaceship slowly float to the ground, Danvers carrying it as she slowly descended. Pepper Potts ran out to stand with us, tears welling in her eyes. As the ship rested on the ground, the boarding ramp deployed, and two figures shuffled out.

Nebula supported Tony as they came out of the ship, and Steve ran up to help support Tony.

“I couldn’t stop him.” Tony breathed, his body thin, weak, and doubtless shutting down from lack of food and water.

“Neither could I.” Steve replied, frowning.

“I lost the kid.” Tony confessed, his distress evident.

“Tony,” Steve said, his usually calm composure beginning to crack, “We lost…”

“Is um-” Tony’s question was abruptly cut off by Pepper’s embrace.

“Oh my god.” She said, tears now falling in relief.

“Let’s get him inside.” Rhodey said, “We can talk shop in the morning.”

When morning arrived, we all gathered in the boardroom, sitting and standing around the table. Thor continued to seclude himself and sat in a seperate area, the rolls he had once denied now being consumed.

“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to Earth.” Natasha said, explaining Earth’s predicament to Tony and Nebula. “World governments are in pieces. The parts that are still working are trying to take a census. And it looks like he did… exactly what he said he was going to do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.”

“Where is he now?” Tony said, sitting in a wheelchair as an IV bag continued to drip, “Where?”

“We don’t know.” Steve answered. “He just opened a portal and walked through.”

“With the space stone at his disposal, he could be absolutely anywhere.” I clarified, capturing Tony’s attention.

“Are you guys sure I’m not dead?” Tony said, gesturing to me. “Last time I saw you, you tried to kill all of us. Now we’re all buddy-buddy?”

“There were several powers at play at that time,” I said carefully, “I do sincerely apologise for the destruction and injury I caused in New York. Thor and I have both come here in hopes of restoring our people’s lives, though our search for the remaining still continues.”

“Speaking of Thor what’s wrong with him?” Tony asked, gesturing to my brooding brother.

“Yea, he’s pissed.” Rocket replied, “He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but there’s a lot of that goin’ around here, aint there?”

“Honestly, until this exact second, I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.” Tony said, startled.

“Maybe I am.” Rocked mumbled.

“We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks now.” Steve said, attempting to re-center the conversation. “Deep Space scans, satellites, and we’ve got nothing. Tony, you fought him.”

“Who told you that?” Tony snarked. “I didn’t fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleeker Street Magician gave away the stone. That’s what happened. There was no fight.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?” Steve pressed, our hope waning.

“I saw this a few years back, you know.” Tony griped, “I had a vision, I didn’t wanna believe it. I thought I was dreaming.”

“Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus.” Steve said, trying to prevent Tony from derailing the conversation further.

“And I needed you. As in past tense.” Tony said, his tone cutting and bitter. “That trumps what you need. It’s too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” Tony stood up, shoving things off of the table. “I need to shave. And I remember telling you, Cap.”

Tony moved to hit Steve, but not before Rhodey and myself restrained him.

“Tony, Tony, Tony, stop!” Rhodey said, trying to calm his friend.

“Otherwise what we needed was a suit of armor around the world.” Tony continued, his tone harsher with ever word. “Remember that? Whether it impacted our ‘precious freedom’ or not- that’s what we needed!”

“Well, that didn’t work out, did it?” Steve said, his throat constricted and tight.

“I said, ‘we’ll lose’. You said, ‘We’ll do that together too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost.” Tony spat. “You weren’t there. But that’s what we do, right? Our best work, after the fact? We’re the Avengers, we’re the Avengers. Not the Prevengers, right?”

“Okay, you made your point.” Rhodes stressed, “Just sit down, ok?”

“Nah, nah, nah.” Tony insisted, shoving Rhodey and myself away. “Here’s my point.”

“Sit down!” Rhodey repeated.

“She’s great, by the way.” Tony said, gesturing to Danvers as his breathing became more and more labored. “We need you. You’re new blood.”

“Tony!”

“Bunch of tired old mills!” Tony continued, “I got nothing for you, cap. I got no coordinates, no clues, no plan, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

Steve’s face fell, Tony’s continued attacks wearing down his usually collected exterior. As the one-time friends continued to stare at each other, Tony ripped his ARC reactor from his chest, shoving it into Steve’s hand.

“Here, take this.” Tony spat through labored breaths, “You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony collapsed to the ground, exhausted after the stress of the argument.

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed as Steve, himself, and I all gathered around Tony to support him.

“I’m fine.” Tony breathed, “I…” Tony lost consciousness, and Steve and I carried him to a hospital style bed in another room.

Bruce set up a new IV for Tony, and Pepper came in to his room to be with him as Rhodey left and came in to the conference room once more.

“Bruce gave him a sedative.” Rhodey said, “He’s gonna be out for the rest of the day.”

“You guys take care of him.” Danvers said, “And I’ll bring Xorrian Elixir when I come back.”

“Where are you going?” Natasha asked.

“To kill Thanos.” Danvers replied coolly.

“Hey, you know, we usually work as a team around here.” Natasha said, causing Danvers to take pause. “Between you and I, we’re also a little fragile.”

“We realize that this is more of your territory.” Steve said, “But this is our fight too.”

“Do you even know where he is?” Rhodey contested, irritated.

“I know people who might.” Danvers replied, optimistic.

“Don’t bother.” Nebula said from the doorway. “I can tell you where Thanos is. Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. Then when he worked, he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I’d ask, “where would we go once his plan was complete?”. His answer was always the same: To the Garden.”

“That’s cute.” Rhodey scoffed. “Thanos has a retirement plan.”

“So where is he then?” Steve asked.

“Rocket, show them.” Nebula said, and Rocket nodded before leaping up onto the table.

“When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculously cosmic proportions.” Rocket said, a hologram of Earth appearing above the table. “No one’s ever seen anything like it… Until two days ago.”

The hologram shifted, showing another planet with a shockwave traversing the surface. “On this planet.”

“Thanos is there.” Nebula confirmed.

“He used the stones again.” Natasha said, inspecting the hologram.

“Hey, hey, we’d be going in short-handed, you know.” Bruce cautioned.

“Look, he’s still got the stones, so…” Rhodey added.

“So let’s get him.” Danvers suggested, “We’ll use them to bring everyone back.”

“Just like that?” Rhodey questioned.

“Yea, Just like that.” Steve said.

“Even if there’s a small chance that we can undo this,” Natasha said, “I mean we owe it to everyone who’s not in this room to try.”

My mind raced with the thought of having (Y/N) back with me, holding her again, being able to tell her how much I loved her. My heart ached for the chance, for the idea of being able to rectify the grave wrong.

“If we do this, how do we know it’s gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce countered.

“Because before, you didn’t have me.” Danvers explained, her composure cool and collected.

“Hey, new girl, everyone here is about that superhero life. Even the ex-villain over here.” Rhodey said, gesturing over to me. “And if you don’t mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?”

“There are a lot of other planets in the universe.” She replied, “And unfortunately, they didn’t have you guys.”

Thor rose from his bench, walking over to face Danvers. He held his hand up to summon Stormbreaker, and it flew across the room, soaring into his hands and missed Danver’s face by mere inches. She didn’t flinch, and instead smirked at my brother with a knowing look.

“I like this one.” Thor said, finishing the roll he had been eating earlier.

“Let’s go get this son of a bitch.” Steve said, nodding.

[kendricksendrick]

asks you didn’t ask for

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

haha what i mean maybe

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

2

3. The person you would never want to meet?

trump

4. What is your favorite word?

thick but spelled thiqq currently

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

one of those flakey paper trees haha

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

i thought about how bright my friends bathroom was at 7am

7. What shirt are you wearing?

a vacation bible shirt i made in 2014

8. What do you label yourself as?

lame haha also bisexual...finally figured that one out

9. Bright room or dark room?

DARK

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

sleeping on my friends couch like a baby

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

this age...17

12. Who told you they loved you last?

my dad like 2 mins ago

13. Your worst enemy?

ha this bitch that hates me bc i like to gossip

14. What is your current desktop picture?

a pic i took at my lakehouse

15. Do you like someone?

YES

16. The last song you listened to?

something by Taylor Swift on the radio, an older song

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

trump haha

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

look @ 17 haha

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

anna kendrick but we would just hangout and watch whatever she wants on tv and drink or something like whatEVER she wants

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

legs?? band and wakeboarding man thats all i got

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

id probably look like a big fuck boy and id just like stare at my dick all day probably like that one guy from the new jumanji hA

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

clarinet and saxophone?? like its not a secret but i know a lot of people dont know i love to play

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

this is a big fear of mine: falling off the side of the road when i drive like expecially in construction zones anxiety at a max there

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

still gonna eat a no.5 from jimmy johns, no onion and gimmie those bread guts

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

save it, or on something real stupid probably shoes ngl

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Spain

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

UM IDK UVBLUE OR SOMETHING IDK

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

you have to be enthusiastic all the time

29. What is your favorite expletive?

fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

my entire fucking bed or actually my aloe plant haha

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

that time i passed out at the dr bc i was supEr anemic and that whole experience in general and everything that came with it i would erase and my lif would be so great 

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

hell yea

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

my grandma would come back SO QUICK

34. What was your last dream about?

idk man probably something dumb

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

hhh probs no

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

see me passing out at the doctor bc of anemia @31 

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yes bitch 

38. What is the color of your socks?

i hate socks but most of mine are super funu or boring white

39. What type of music do you like?

LITERALLY ANYTHING 

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunset bc i dont like getting up at the ASSCCRACK of dawn

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

strawberry

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

PACKERS

43. Do you have any scars?

oh boy here we go. right above the toes on my left foot i have 3 little like, circle scars from a pool. I have 3 lines on my inner right calf from a damn stick. on my left thigh i also have a line but its kinda thiq blobish from another stick. on my left middle finger i have a mark from a knife one time when i was widdling a stick into a frikin pencil o something,, never finished that haha. i have a mark on my right hand from MY ZIPPER. i have a big mark on my upper left arm from a hot as fuck bread tray i walked into at work thats cute. I think thats everything, and as you can tell im just a clumsy bitch!

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

ha idk something with forensics maybe??? help

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

more outspoken

46. Are you reliable?

ya i gotchuu

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

how are you

48. Do you hold grudges?

na

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

dog whale haha idk

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

those conversations you have with band friends where you dont need words its just like grunts and noises and like “the like thing where” “yeah yeah that” “but like” “like ohhh”. like those

51. Are you a good liar?

honestly no but i lie a lot hate myself for that oops

52. How long could you go without talking?

maybe a day

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

A BOB JESUS FUCK WHY DID I DO THAT

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

eh no

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

no

56. What do you like on your toast?

butter or ppeaunut btter

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

haha couldnt tell ya

58. What would be you dream car?

jeep idk

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

i sing to myself and cry also i sit down bc im lazy and my shower is also a bathtub so i pretend im like sitting in a rainstorm or waterfall or some shit idk

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yes there is literally no way they dont exist

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

no

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

what kinda question is this

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

dragon bitch

64. What do you think about babies?

CUTE BUT STOP CRYING