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flirting-with-psychology · 5 years ago

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2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/2019 New Years Survey

1: What did you do in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/2019 that you’d never done before?

2014: Had sex

2015: Got further in my love life

2016: Went to the PAC 12 Championship, and about to go to a bowl game

2017: Graduated and moved in with friends

2018: Had a real film client

2019: Got a boyfriend

2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? 2014: I don’t think I actually made any. I might try to this year

2015: I kept a lot of them, and I will probably make new ones

2016: I can’t remember what they were. I might make new ones

2017: I can’t remember what they were. I am making new ones

2018: I can’t remember what they are, and I might make a couple new ones

2019: I kept some, and yes

3: Did anyone close to you give birth? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My mom’s ex-boyfriend’s daughter

2017: No

2018: No

2019: No

4: Did anyone close to you die? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My friend Zach, although we hadn’t really talked much for a couple of years so we weren’t close anymore

2017: No

2018: My cat and my great aunt

2019: Not really

5: What countries did you visit? 2014: I stayed in my home country this year, but hopefully I will travel more in 2015 or 2016, I am planning to study abroad

2015: I stayed in my home country but I am planning to study abroad in 2016

2016: I studied abroad in Italy :)

2017: I went to London with my mom

2018: I stayed at home

2019: I went to Israel on Birthright

6: What would you like to have in 2015/2016/2017/2018/2019/2020 that you lacked in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/2019? 2014: A boyfriend, more confidence, and a more interesting personality

2015: A boyfriend and more confidence

2016: A boyfriend already goddamnit it’s time

2017: An official boyfriend and a film job

2018: A boyfriend, a film job, and probably a car

2019: An interesting job (finally got the boyfriend!)

7: What dates from 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/19 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? 2014: 12/13/14, the day I had sex, and it was interesting because I had my first kiss on 11/12/13

2015: 9/3/15 was the day of the Old Chicago watch party where Hawaii flirted me.

2016: 6/8/16 the day I found out Zach had died

2017: 8/21/17, the solar eclipse

2018: 8/7/18 moving into the B Flat

2019: 3/3/19 My anniversary with my boyfriend

8: What was your biggest achievement of the year? 2014: I think my Blank Space video was cool. Also I got a job

2015: Maybe finally starting to go to the gym and get confidence

2016: My short film Pancakes, which had a full film crew

2017: Graduated college

2018: Did some film work for Sonic Octane

2019: Got a boyfriend lol

9: What was your biggest failure? 2014: Letting myself remain unhappy instead of figuring out how to change it

2015: Losing some of the confidence I gained in the fall

2016: Kinda giving up on trying, in various ways

2017: Did not get back into working out

2018: Not letting myself try things and fail

2019: Let another year go by without getting anywhere in my career

10: Did you suffer illness or injury? 2014: I had a trifecta of stomach flu, pink eye, and common cold during finals week. I also cut my foot open at Water World and it got infected

2015: I was sick for a month from kissing Hawaii

2016: Yeah, that month-long Hawaii plague kinda turned into a year-long strike from my immune system. Also, I got a node in my thyroid. So far it’s benign, just a weird lump

2017: I had to get surgery to remove the thyroid node

2018: I had a cough for 2 months

2019: Stomach flu

11: What was the best thing you bought? 2014: A Netflix subscription

2015: My TV

2016: All my Italy souvenirs. Idk I can’t pinpoint one thing

2017: Sebastian the pirate merman ornament

2018: I think the gold Giani Bernini shoes were this year

2019: Maybe some jewelry? Idk, I din’t really buy anything big

12: Whose behaviour merited celebration? 2014: My mom’s boyfriend is finally apologizing to her and trying to make up for cheating on her last year, and he actually seems to be working really hard to change

2015: Vincent has become close friends with me and shows a lot of bravery in how he handles things

2016: The football team finally got good

2017: My film class for all we accomplished and helping each other on projects

2018: My coworker and I actually became friends even though I didn’t like her at first

2019: My boyfriend for being a sweetheart

13: Whose behaviour made you appalled? 2014: There were a few guys who bailed on me without explanation, but the biggest one is my friend who stopped talking to me, apparently because I vented to her too much, but did not give me any chance to fix it and seems to hate me now

2015: All the guys who were too cowardly to text me back

2016: This one dude in Italy on my study abroad program made out, etc with me, then told me not to tell anyone because there was a different girl he wanted to get with

2017: My friend and his girlfriend got mad at me for seeking out another ride because they drove recklessly

2018: A guy who cheated on someone with me, and me a little for enabling it

2019: Customers

14: Where did most of your money go? 2014: A lot went into camera and film equipment rentals. Unfortunately quite a bit also went into the vending machine

2015: Random stuff, and more than usual went to holiday presents

2016: Groceries and clothes and knick knacks

2017: Rent

2018: Macy’s

2019: Jewelry

15: What did you get really, really, really excited about? 2014: I went to the Telluride Film Festival with a school group

2015: Getting to go on a band trip

2016: Getting to go on 3 (three!) band trips

2017: Graduating and London

2018: Las Vegas film shoot

2019: Having a boyfriend

16: What song will always remind you of 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/19? 2014: Songs tend to remind me of people, and the songs that remind me of the people of 2014 are “Don’t Cha” for Captain and “Wildest Dreams” for Marble. Also, Blank Space for all of them

2015: Taylor Swift’s 1989 album

2016: Shut Up and Dance

2017: Not sure if I have one. Maybe the Anastasia soundtrack

2018: Maybe Waving Through a Window

2019: If I Were a Jolly Blacksmith

17: Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? © richer or poorer? 2014: A) Maybe a little sadder. I’m just getting more desperate as more time passes with me single. B) About the same, maybe a couple pounds fatter. C) Richer, now that I have a job

2015: A) Happier. B) Thinner. C) About the same, maybe a little richer. I’m not excellent at saving

2016: A) Happier. I was about to say sadder, because I think this year as a whole I’ve been sadder than last year as a whole, but I remembered that in december I was trying to get over Hawaii and that sucked ass. B) Fatter. C) About the same, maybe a bit richer

2017: A) About the same. Maybe a little sadder, I kind of miss college. B) Probably about the same. C) Probably poorer because I actually have to pay rent now. But I also make a lot more money so maybe it evens out

2018: A) Maybe a little happier. B) Fatter. C) About the same

2019: A) About the same. B) Fatter. C) Poorer

18: What do you wish you’d done more of? 2014: Adventures, swing dancing, and maybe a little more textbook reading

2015: Enjoying myself and trying new experiences, and getting the most out of school

2016: Exercising, making friends in Italy

2017: I wish I had done more in college as a whole

2018: Making friends and flirting, and learning how to work hard

2019: Looking for jobs

19: What do you wish you’d done less of? 2014: Fighting with my parents, perhaps, and maybe less being sad or worried around people because clearly it pushes them away

2015: Worrying about things

2016: Thinking about Hawaii

2017: Strategizing

2018: Overthinking

2019: Eating pasta

20: How did you spend Christmas? 2014: With my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2015: Oops awk, I’m doing this early. But I will spend it with my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2016: Lol I’m doing it early again. I think I am just gonna be chilling, I’ll probably do Hanukkah that night

2017: I keep doing it early. Idk maybe watch a movie or something

2018: I’m gonna chill and maybe see a movie with my mom

2019: I went home and had Hanukkah with my mom and vented about jobs and my boyfriend

21: Did you fall in love in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/2019? 2014: No, I don’t think so. Maybe, with Captain a little

2015: Not quite

2016: I stayed in love with Captain. I’m pretty sure that started before this year but maybe not. I told him that I loved him this year, though

2017: Almost maybe, but not quite

2018: No

2019: Almost but not quite there yet

22: What was your favourite TV program? 2014: Supernatural

2015: How to Get Away With Murder

2016: Suits

2017: Friends

2018: Dexter or Criminal Minds

2019: Dexter

23: Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? 2014: My friend who hates me, I’m starting to hate her back

2015: I still don’t really hate anyone

2016: Don’t really hate anyone

2017: Yeah. Didn’t know her last year

2018: Not really

2019: Not really

24: What was the best book you read? 2014: Mistborn

2015: The Testing, maybe

2016: Mistborn series

2017: Mistborn series. Also not quite a book but the Choices game

2018: Here Lies Daniel Tate

2019: Didn’t really read anything good

25: What was your greatest musical discovery? 2014: Blank Space

2015: Shut Up and Dance

2016: Collabro

2017: Anastasia the Musical

2018: Dear Evan Hansen

2019: Spotify

26: What did you want and get? 2014: A job, new experiences

2015: More confidence, losing weight, better friend relationships

2016: A bowl trip, a summer abroad

2017: I may be on the path to getting a boyfriend?

2018: Film work, good roommates

2019: A boyfriend

27: What did you want and not get? 2014: A boyfriend, to lose weight, more confidence and conversational skills

2015: A boyfriend

2016: A boyfriend

2017: Cadence

2018: A boyfriend, to lose weight

2019: A new job

28: What was your favourite film of this year? 2014: The Imitation Game or Guardians of the Galaxy

2015: The Martian or Inside Out

2016: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

2017: Coco

2018: A Star Is Born

2019: Rocketman

29: What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? 2014: Being in college

2015: Better friend relationships

2016: The football team doing well

2017: Graduating

2018: The B Flat

2019: My boyfriend

30: How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/2019? 2014: Lazy

2015: Thift-shoppy

2016: Lazy

2017: Lazy when I was in school except for the days I saw Cadence, and then more fashionable when I got my job

2018: Business Lazy

2019: Lazy

31: What kept you sane? 2014: Hope for the future

2015: Belief in myself I guess

2016: Genetics and environmental factors that have not yet caused insanity

2017: Not sure

2018: Structure

2019: Not meeting the threshold for insanity

32: Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? 2014: Chris Pratt

2015: Still Chris Pratt I think

2016: Chris Pratt is a sexy, sexy man

2017: Yup. Or Kit Harington

2018: Maybe Tom Holland

2019: Tom Hiddleston

33: What political issue stirred you the most? 2014: Probably the Leelah Alcorn suicide that just happened

2015: The presidential debates are happening

2016: The presidential election, first one that I got to vote in

2017: Maybe Net Neutrality

2018: ICE Internment camps for immigrant kids

2019: Trump as a whole

34: Who did you miss? 2014: My friend who hates me

2015: Hawaii

2016: Hawaii and Zach

2017: I missed Jessie while we were fighting

2018: Kylie

2019: Shaina

35: Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018/2019. 2014: Let it Go

2015: Bravery means going after what you want

2016: The importance of storyboarding

2017: Strategizing just wastes time

2018: I don’t have to be the girl who never has a boyfriend

2019: Boyfriends have feelings too

36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. 2014: Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane

2015: I almost brought him up, but you start to talk about the movie that your family watches every single Christmas, and I’ll talk about that, for the first time, what’s past is past

2016: Buffaloes, Buffaloes, Go CU

2017: School’s out forever

2018: I’ve learned to slam on the brakes before I’ve even turned the key

2019: When will my life begin?

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imagineteamfreewill · 7 years ago

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A Compromising Position

Title: A Compromising Position

Pairing: Reader x Cas

Word Count: 2,914

Warnings: Mentions of bad friendship, the flu

Square Filled: Movie Night

Summary: When you move into a new apartment after a falling out with your best friend, you find yourself falling for your new roommate. Based off this imagine.

A/N: This is a submission for @spnfluffbingo. It’s been a long time since I’ve written for Cas, so please give me some honest feedback on whether or not I should write more stories for him! I hope you enjoy this!

Your name: submit What is this?

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You were almost in tears as you steered your car onto the street leading away from the apartment where you’d lived for the past five years, but you quickly blinked away the impending waterworks and muttered, “It’s for the best, Y/N. Don’t think about it too hard, just keep on driving.”

Someone behind you honked and you jumped a little in your seat, then pressed down on the gas and sped through the light, following the rest of the cars moving out of the city. You’d been living in the heart of Denver ever since you’d graduated college, and you honestly couldn’t imagine being anyplace else. It was home and it was a city you adored, but now that your roommate Sydney was getting married, you were out of luck. She’d kicked you out without a second thought, leaving you homeless in almost every sense of the word. If it hadn’t been for one of your old sorority friends taking pity on you after she’d evicted you, you would’ve been literally homeless.

Sighing, you flipped on your turn signal and merged onto the highway that would take you towards your new home. A cross-country trip wasn’t ideal, but despite Sydney staking claim on half of the furniture you’d purchased for your shared apartment, your car was still stuffed full of all your belongings. You could barely see out the back window. Flying wasn’t an option with everything you had to bring with you, which left driving as the only way to get to your new apartment.

“It’s just a new adventure,” you reassured yourself as you passed the signs telling you that you were leaving the city. “It’ll be fun. Castiel seems nice. He sounded smart and he was really nice on the phone. This is good. It’s gonna be good.”

The reassurement fell flat, however, and your felt your eyes welling up again as you passed by the restaurant on the very edge of downtown where you’d spent your last birthday. You had so many memories at the museums, coffee shops, and restaurants nearby, and you didn’t know what you were going to do now that you were leaving. Sure, there’d be other places in Baltimore to make memories, and you had your dream job waiting for you there, but it was hard to see the good in this situation.

Your phone chimed, reminding you of the notification you’d received as you’d been climbing into your car. After a quick glance around you to make sure there were no cops nearby, you picked it up and looked at the screen, quickly returning your gaze to the road every few seconds.

It was a text from your new roommate, and you smiled a little at the sight. He seemed to be just as considerate as you’d first thought.

‘Drive safe. Please call me if you need anything on your way. I have family all over the country that would be willing to help. - Cas.’

He even signed his name at the end, you thought with a tiny smile. Setting your phone back down in the cup holder, you chewed on your lip and mulled over his offer. It was generous—almost too generous for someone who’d never met you in person—but it seemed genuine.

You shook your head and cleared away the thoughts. Cas was nice. He’d be a great roommate, and everything was going to be just fine. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

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After parking your car in the small parking lot at the base of the building, you headed inside and took the stairs up to the fourth floor. You’d put the apartment’s address into your phone, and you took a quick glance at the room number before positioning your suitcase at your side and knocking on the door. There was no response for a long moment, and you frowned, worried that you’d gotten the address wrong. You were just about to turn around and leave when the door swung open, revealing a tall, lean man with black hair.

“Yes?” he asked, giving you a quick once over. His eyes stalled on your suitcase.

“I’m Y/N. Are you Castiel?”

“Call me Cas,” he said as he stepped out of the doorway with a smile.

You smiled politely in return and made your way inside the apartment, pulling your rolling suitcase behind you. “Thanks,” you replied, looking around. “It’s smaller than I expected.”

He nodded in understanding. “That’s what I thought when I first got here. It’s close quarters, but we’ll figure it out. You seem like a pretty flexible person.”

Nodding, you followed him through the crowded living room to the short hallway. There were only three doors, which Cas identified as his bedroom, the bathroom, and finally, your bedroom. You nodded as he spoke, but in reality, you were less focused on the words coming out of his perfect, pink mouth and more on the way his shoulder blades flexed underneath his simple gray t-shirt. He was muscular, you noticed, and you found yourself wondering if he worked out at home or if he would get a membership at a gym.

“Y/N?” he asked, peering at you, his hand resting on the doorknob of your bedroom’s painted door.

You blinked, instantly meeting his eyes. His bright, beautiful, blue eyes. “Yeah?”

Cas seemed to immediately understand what had been going on, and he gave you a little smirk. It wasn’t a cocky smirk, you noticed. It was more of a… cute smirk. A cute, humble smirk. You hadn’t even known that a smirk could be humble, but here you were.

“I asked if you would prefer pizza or Chinese for dinner,” Cas told you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “The kitchen’s not quite organized yet and I thought it would be easier for the both of us just to order out.”

“Oh, okay. Uh, pizza sounds good. I’ll eat anything at this point. The last time I ate was when I stopped for lunch around 11:30.” You gave him a hesitant smile, relief flooding you when he returned it.

“I’ll order two, then. If you need anything, I’ll be playing video games in the living room. I hope you don’t mind that I play them, I find them relaxing. My friend Dean taught me how to play because my work can be… stressful,” he explained.

You shook your head. “I don’t mind. I might join you once I’ve unpacked a little?”

Cas’ smile widened at your suggestion. He seemed to be just as pleased as you were that the two of you were now living together. “I’d like that. A little competition makes things more fun, don’t you agree?”

“Most definitely,” you grinned. “Though I should warn you, I’m pretty good. When I was in college, I won the Greek Life Mario Kart competition.”

Chuckling, Cas ran a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly. “Well, I’ll be looking forward to that. Do you have anything you need brought up? I can take a break to help you. It’ll be dark soon and you don’t want to be outside when it does. This neighborhood’s not the best.”

You glanced out the small window at your car, biting down on your lower lip. “You can help if you want. I don’t want to bother you, at least, not so soon after moving in.”

“You wouldn’t be bothering me. It’ll get done faster, and I could probably use a break anyway,” Cas added.

After a moment, you nodded and pulled your car keys from your purse. “Alright. Come on.” You started walking back towards the apartment door, Cas in tow. “I don’t have a lot. We can probably get it done in two, maybe three trips.”

Cas nodded and followed you down the stairs and to your car. He began to load up his arms with boxes, and it wasn’t until then that you noticed that even though he was lean, he was strong. He was easily carrying more boxes than you and he didn’t even look like he was straining. What would’ve taken you several trips was only going to take you one, all thanks to him.

Holding back a dreamy sigh, you shut the hatch on the back of your car and followed Cas back up the stairs to your new home. He was silent the whole way, and when the two of you were finally back in your bedroom, he set down the boxes without a word.

“Thanks,” you told him, shuffling awkwardly. Were you supposed to hug him? Or was it too soon to be close with your new roommate? Did you hug male roommates, or did you shake his hand or something? Or was that too formal?

“Let me know if you need anything else,” Cas offered with a smile, interrupting your thoughts. With that, he left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

“I will,” you murmured, despite the fact that he was already heading down the hall. Sighing, you turned in a circle and surveyed all your belongings. There were way too many boxes for you to get all the unpacking done tonight, so you decided to start with your bedding and the clothes in your suitcase.

By the time all that’s done, you decided, the pizza Cas promised will probably be here.

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“Y/N? Can I come in?”

Cas’ voice was muffled by the bedroom door, but his concern was more than palpable. He’d been checking on you every hour on the hour. It would’ve been endearing had you not been trying to sleep.

“Go away, Cas!” you groaned, pulling the pillow over your face. “I’ve got the flu, I’m not dying!”

There was silence from the hallway and after a minute you lifted the pillow to peer at the door. Guilt sunk like a rock to the bottom of your stomach and you sighed, rolling out of bed. He was only trying to help, you chided yourself.

Once you’d regained your balance and you were sure your dizziness from earlier in the day hadn’t returned, you sniffled and shuffled over to the door, tugging it open. Cas wasn’t there.

Frowning, you headed down the hall, following the lights. Cas had a bad habit of leaving the lights on when he left rooms, regardless of whether or not he would be back, and you smiled a little as you turned them off one by one. When you finally reached the living room, you were surprised to see your friend collecting pillows from off the floor.

“Cas?” you asked. He turned to look at you at the sound of your voice. “What are you doing?”

“I made a nest for you so that we could watch movies. I know that’s what you normally do in your room when you get sick, but I thought you might enjoy some company so I made it out here…” he trailed off, sheepish. “It was a dumb idea. I should’ve known that you’d probably just want to rest and be alone.”

You quickly shook your head, crossing the room to take the pillows he was holding out of his hands. “I don’t want to be alone anymore. I couldn’t sleep anyway. Let’s watch some movies.”

Cas smiled in response, clearly pleased that you’d liked his gesture. “Do you want to pick the movie?” he asked.

“You pick,” you told him as you leaned down to arrange the pillows on the floor. Once you deemed the newly-built nest satisfactory, you plopped down on one side. You patted the pillow on the floor beside you and glanced back at Cas. “Sit down, Cas.”

“You want me to sit with you?”

You nodded, then smiled when Castiel settled down after a long moment. He had the remote in his hand, and you took your time arranging the blankets over your lap as he looked through the movie options on Netflix. When he finally decided on one, Cas pressed play and set the remote down, reclining against the pillows as he did so.

“I’ve never seen this one,” you mused as you settled further back against your pillows as well.

Cas glanced over at you. “It’s good. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Nodding, you kept your eyes focused on the TV throughout the beginning of the movie, but soon you felt your eyelids growing heavy.

Oh well, you thought as you closed your eyes the rest of the way, not fighting the desire to sleep. I’ll just have to finish it another time.

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Cas didn’t realize that Y/N had fallen asleep until she sighed and shifted positions. Her head landed squarely on his shoulder, startling him. The weight of her resting on him wasn’t uncomfortable, not really. He didn’t mind it, so he didn’t move. Instead, he focused his attention back on the screen.

It wasn’t long, however, until Cas was shifting positions himself so that Y/N was further cradled against him. She curled into his side instinctively as he moved, and once he had finally gotten comfortable again, they were practically spooning. The movie was long forgotten.

Cas realized after a moment how she might react to their positions upon waking up, but strangely, he couldn’t think of any other arguments against it. She’d been shivering ever since she’d left the comfort of her bed, and he was more than willing to offer his warmth. Plus, Cas had to admit that he’d grown fond of her. More than fond, actually. He’d grown to love his roommate.

Y/N stretched and rolled over until her face was pressed against Cas’ chest, then snuggled closer. Her arm slipped around his waist as they’d laid like this a hundred times. She sighed happily in her sleep, and Cas felt a smile tug at his lips. Her warmth was inviting, and after a long moment, Cas found his eyes drifting shut as well.

It won’t hurt to rest my eyes for a few minutes, he thought as he allowed them to close completely. I’ll wake up before Y/N and move so that she’s not put into an awkward position because of me.

When Cas woke up three hours later, however, he was shocked to find that Y/N wasn’t in an awkward position at all. Much to his embarrassment, she was staring right at him when he opened his eyes and blinked to clear away the blurriness of sleep.

“We fell asleep,” Y/N whispered. Her breath smelled like toothpaste and Cas briefly wondered if she’d brushed her teeth before he’d woken up.

“Yes,” he replied. He wasn’t sure what to say. Clearing his throat, he tried to get rid of the gravelly tone that sleep always brought to his voice before continuing, “I’m sorry if we woke up in a… compromising position.”

Y/N shook her head, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her chapped lips. “Don’t be. I’ve been wanting to wake up in a compromising position for a while. With you, I mean.”

Cas couldn’t help but pull back in surprise. “What?”

Chuckling a little, Y/N lifted a hand and slipped it around the back of Cas’ neck, guiding him back to her. She pressed her lips against his in a gentle, chaste kiss before meeting his eyes.

“Oh,” Cas murmured, “I see.”

Nodding, Y/N remained silent, searching his expression for some kind of sign. “Was that okay?”

Cas nodded in response, then leaned in and kissed her once more, this time with more enthusiasm. Y/N kissed back eagerly, and after a long moment, she pulled away and smiled wide at him.

“I don’t want to get you sick, but I loved that,” she told him, her eyes sparkling. “We’ll have to do it again sometime when I’m feeling better.”

“I loved that too, and I’d very much like to do that again, Y/N. I love you.”

Y/N laughed, moving her hand from behind his neck to lace their fingers together, resting their now joined hands on the blankets in the small space between them. She wasn’t tucked against him as much as she had been before, but Cas could still feel her warmth and he was glad that she wasn’t trying to move away so quickly.

“You can’t love me quite yet,” Y/N said, her tone light despite the seriousness of her words. “Maybe someday, after we’ve dated for a while, but not now. It’s too soon.”

“You want to date me?” Cas asked, surprised. Almost immediately he realized it had been a stupid question, and he quickly kissed Y/N again, forcing her to free her hand from his so she could push against his chest.

“Castiel,” she scolded, “you’ll get sick.”

“I didn’t know how else to cover up my stupid question,” he admitted with a tiny smile. She laughed and he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Now that we’re dating… may I take you out?”

Y/N nodded, chuckling slightly. “That’s what dating means, Cas.”

Cas’ smile broadened as he took her hand again. “Good. But first you should get better. Do you want to finish the movie?”

“Only if you promise to cuddle with me the entire time,” she replied, smiling up at him as she turned onto her stomach so her the arm she’d been laying on would be free to reach for the remote.

“I’d like that very much, Y/N.”

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shianhygge-imagines · 8 years ago

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REQUEST: Sick Week [DedSec/Reader]

Lol, I’ll try not to get sick. No guarantees though. The weather in New York suddenly got cooler, and I tend to get sick with the radical changes in temperature/weather conditions. It sucks. :P I tried to treat all the characters as equals... but I am very biased and uninspired for some of these. I won’t lie.

|Masterlist|

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Horatio (he’s dead but...)

~ The Situation: Normal flu, bit of a cough, lots of sneezing... Just feeling all around miserable, honestly. You got sick from kissing Horatio when he was sick and you were taking care of him...

~ But it was your week off, so honestly, you didn’t want to worry him. Your boyfriend already gets enough shit from work, so you didn’t need to drag him away from his job and get him into even more trouble. And besides, Horatio always made time for you, so it was about time that you let him have some time away, yeah?

~ No. Because Horatio notices when you aren’t around. Like he’s innately always looking for you by his side. Whenever he’s not at work, you’re usually next to him, or texting him. You were a constant by his side. So, yeah. Once you get sick enough to not want to go outside or go on your phone, Horatio notices.

~ Horatio will give you a call or two... and then text you. But when you don’t answer after his first few attempts, he’s quick to go to your place, ringing the doorbell until you drowsily shout out for whoever the hell it was to quit it and leave you alone.

~ Your boyfriend is insistent about seeing you. But you’re telling him to go away because you don’t want him sick as well. “Babe... I know you have work, so please just leave me alone, okay?” You care about Horatio a bit too much, and he knows it, so he’s stern in his next course of action.

~ He calls into work and takes the next few days off, ignoring your protests through the front door. And when it’s done, he opens the front door using your spare key. You call him an idiot, but Horatio is all smiles as he hugs you.

~ The world could end, and he’d still be there for you.

Josh

~ The Situation: You probably got sick from some sort of illness that’s been spreading around your university campus. You’d expect that with the amount of money that you payed to stay in Cali for schooling, that the school would go around disinfecting populated areas every night. But no. They don’t do that in my university and they don’t do it in yours.

~ So now, you’re sick... like dry cough, sore throat, and migraines sick (it sucks. These symptoms together were just awful last year... my head hurts thinking about it). But you know? You’ve only been dating Josh for a few weeks, so letting him know about your being sick feels like you’re inconveniencing him. Plus the fact that Josh has a light phobia of germs, you just didn’t want to bother him. But, your roommate’s gone for a competition that week, so you’re alone... and sick... and you’re not very good at taking care of yourself. The symptoms just get worse... and you kind of end up in the hospital from dehydration... and you’ve been coughing so often that your throat has been scarred and is bleeding just a bit.

~ But here’s the thing... Josh... when he gets into his work, he barely notices how much time has passed. So it’s no wonder that you don’t get a visit from your boyfriend until much later that week. Sitara had pointed out that you had yet to call Josh, and it had been a few days. So, like the hyperfocused and dutiful boyfriend he is, he immediately skips calling you, and tracks you down via data mining... and reluctantly pays you a visit at the hospital.

~ There’s an unimpressed expression on his face, like he’s baffled that you had managed to get sick enough to be sent to the hospital, but he’s also glad that you weren’t in worse shape. He won’t kiss you for a while, but he’ll let you hug him. He’ll also feel bad that he wasn’t there for you, but he’s not comfortable showing it, so you’ll find that your hospital bill has been paid in full. Lol.

~ Give him some love... please... ;.;

Marcus (bit longer because I have literally nothing for our dear, dear Marcus)

~ The Situation: Since I’ve been basing my Marcus characteristics off of Ray Narveaz Jr. aka Brownman’s, playthrough... You kind of got a stomach virus... okay... maybe a really bad stomach virus... From eating tacos... Because your neighbor made tacos, and Marcus is always raving about the damn taco truck. So why not try it?

~ Erm... big mistake... You’re pretty sure the meat was cooked all the way... but you’re not quite so sure that the other ingredients were properly prepared. I would hazard a guess and say that the taco was stored properly by your neighbor after they made it. And if you cool something hot way too fast, or heat something cold way too fast, it’s called “temperature abuse.” And that type of situation promotes bacterial growth. (I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable now.) So now the microbial ecosystem in your body is out of wack... and... well... diarrhea... and it gets progressively better as the week goes on because you have Pepto in your medicine cabinet... Still, you haven’t called Marcus yet and it’s making him worry a lot...

~ You’ve been dating Marcus since he accidentally tested the bank hacking software on your account. You’d been depositing your recent paycheck after a hard day at work (it didn’t help that your coworkers and superiors were all grade A assholes to you all the time.) And Marcus had seen how hard you work through your online info, and how little you get in return for your work... so he decided to give you money instead of taking money... but he made a mistake, and with a swipe of his finger, he’d given all your money away to needy children. And you, who have to work so hard to pay back for your student loans, pay rent and utility bills, as well as support your family... well, the sudden unfairness of life just caused you to have a mental breakdown at the ATM, just sobbing your heart out because rent was due that day. Marcus felt so bad about what he did, that immediately went into your account and added everything back and then some (like ten times the amount, lol)... and then he went to personally apologize to you... you’d hit him... but the two of you ended up dating so...

~ But anyways! You’re always sending each other memes or he’s always texting you for dates, so it’s an established routine, yeah? But when you’re sick, you don’t really want to deal with phones, people, lights, the cold... So you haven’t contacted Marcus in a while and now he’s worried. After maybe fifty texts from him in a row, you finally answer and tell him that you wish to be left alone. (*cue a picture of a sad puppy) <- that... is what he sends you. And he won’t stop... so you eventually give in and tell him that you’ve caught a stomach virus and are recovering, “Please don’t come over, okay? I just want to get through this.”

~ Eh... nope. Marcus is having none of that. Instead, he shows up on your balcony... he used a lift to get up there... and he has a ton of water jugs and healthy foods... and a teddy bear that says “Get better” on it. Honestly, it’s too sweet that you can’t shut him out and you end up passing your sickness with your devoted boyfriend watching over you.

Sitara

~ The Situation: Health-wise, there was nothing wrong with you at all. Simply put, all the stress of life just kind of piled onto your shoulders all at once one day, and you’ve been distressed since. You’d tried the adult way, simply working through your seemingly endless responsibilities, balancing work, bills, your relationship, social life, physical health, etc... But it’s simply to say that simply trying to work your way through problems with intense vigor doesn’t really help much. Headaches came and went, sometimes you had to try and fall asleep with a migraine. So, you decided to take a few days off. Mental health days. To take a step back from the responsibilities and reevaluate everything.

~ You let Sitara know of your decision because you know that she would probably go a bit ape shit if you suddenly disappeared off the face of the Earth for a few days. No. It’s simply not right to ghost on your significant other. NEVER. EVER. DO. IT.

~ Of course, Sitara is completely understanding of wanting to take some time away from your responsibilities. She would join you, but work with DedSec is a near 24/7 job. She’ll probably recommend some things for you to do on your time off, but she’ll leave it up to you in the end.

~ Though... if you do request her presence, with you during your off days... She’ll be glad to stay with you. Sitara can do work from your place. Though, expect her to mother hen you a little... or a lot.

Wrench

~ The Situation: You’re new to this whole dating thing... and your boyfriend is Wrench... you’ve been dating him for only a month so far, so it’s still a fairly new relationship and you’re not really knowledgable about what Wrench is comfortable with, what he’s uncomfortable with... You’re a few years younger than him, but your mental age is higher. So when you come down with a simple cold (coughing, phlegm, stuffy nose, light sensitivity, and bodily aches), you play the ‘responsible’ adult and tell Wrench to leave you alone for a week... or two... depends how good your immune system is.

~ Wrench is... okay with you not being around him for like... the first few days... and then he’s missing you. First, he’ll text you. Then, he’ll call you. And like Marcus, if you don’t call back within the first few hours, then he’s booking it to your home. I don’t think he’ll even knock on the door, he’ll probably pick the lock open to get in... or hack into your apartment building’s security feed to check up on you.

~ You’re a student, and you’ve been too sick to attend lectures, but it still doesn’t excuse you in the eyes of your professors, so you’re probably still doing school work while ill. There’s textbooks spread out in your living room and notes pinned or taped everywhere because you either have exams, projects, research, essays, or homework problems to do... or maybe all at once. And the professor expects you to turn them in on the days they are due... so you still have to leave your apartment to hand shit in. (The professors in my university have no mercy)

~ But yeah, even when you’re sick you work hard, and when Wrench lays his eyes on your form, huddled in blankets, but surrounded by work, he nearly walks back out and to your university to give your professors a piece of his mind. But you turn around and see him at your door. “Hey, Wrench. Did you come to see little old me? That’s sweet.” And there’s this loving smile on your face that has Wrench changing his mind, shutting the front door closed and strolling over to pull you onto his lap. And he just cradles you to him.

~ Don’t get me wrong, Wrench’ll probably scold you for working too hard because it’s been a few days and you don’t even look the slightest bit better. He’s probably going to stubbornly stick by your side as you do work, while also making you soup and other foods, keeping you hydrated. Because Wrench is used to living alone, so he’s had to know how to take care of a sick person. So, you have Wrench to give you extra lovin when you’re sick. ;3

~ If you don’t get any better though, I think Wrench will be the one to escort you to the hospital. He refuses to fuck around with your health.

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noendgame2 · 7 years ago

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LAD 19

The pounding on the door was relentless. Keesa tried to ignore it as she drifted in and out of sleep. The banging continued. With a groan, she threw off the blanket and rubbed her eyes. She sensed no immediate danger, but felt like the Pit itself. The young girl idly wondered why Hawk had not returned yet with food. There was nothing left to eat in the Hole to eat but some snorkling fat and stale knotted bread. She knew the pounding was not Hawk because none of the family used the front door. Wrapped in the warm blanket, her small and graceful form floated into the larger living room and across to the door. Her feet were bare and frozen; it was always cold in the abandoned cellar she called home. Yellowish hands unstopped a cork in the door, and almond shaped eyes peered out of a peephole through the thick, reinforced ironwood. It was Frack’s drinking buddy, Falden, in the stairway. Relieved, she pulled the blanket tighter around her body and unbolted the door. Falden pushed it open for her. “Yo Fal,” she said, looking up at him with bleary eyes. Falden stared at her pale face for a second before saying, “Pardon Kee, I know you’re feelin’ poorly but young Hawk has got hisself arrested.” “Again?” Keesa groaned. “I’ll go get him out.” “No honey, you don’t understand. He was hauled off by a whole squad of Royal goons! Left the whole Marketplace in a real mess, he did. People are still talking about the chase!” Keesa’s eyes went from half shut to wide open.. Falden looked at her with great concern. She knew she was a mess. “No Frack?” he asked gently. She shook her head. Falden continued, “No one seems to know nutin! Something big seems to be going on, but everyone in charge is tighter than a corset on a fardinger about it. One thing for sure, somehow Hawk’s caught up in it, sure as my lucky tooth! Keesa started breathing hard. Her left arm reached out from under the blanket and landed on Falden’s. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ll go take care of it right away.” Falden looked down at her hand. “I think you still got a real touch of fever, deary.” She pulled her hand back into the blanket. “I knew you ought to know Kee. Are you sure you’re all right? You look like a ghost,” Falden observed. “I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s okay Fal, I’ve just got a touch of the flu.” “Do you want me to go with you Kee? I can walk you as far as the Inn, but you know the rest.” “No. Thank you, Fal, I’m sure it’s nothing.” She smiled to reassure him. He bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. She kissed him back on the cheek. Together they pushed/pulled the thick barricade back into place. Keesa went over to a large round crepelwood table in the middle of the room and plopped down in a chair. She looked longingly at the stove. She shook her head at the irony of her being cold. Well, she would be warm enough once she got outside, and she could pick up some fruit along the way. Frack! She needed Frack so badly right now. No one was better at getting out of trouble than her mentor. He was out hunting down more books on Magic for her. She had begged him to stop, but the incidents continued to happen, so he kept going out, and now he had been gone forever. What if something has happened! What if it’s my fault? She idly put out a smoldering breadcrumb on the table. Bother! When will this stop? Enumerable burn marks covered the table, as well as the rest of the Hole, as they called their home. Keesa did not have the flu, but rather a bad case of the Gift. Somehow, her reckless brother was up to his ears in trouble again, more than usual, that was. Of course, it was up to his little stepsister to go get him out. The fool, why now, when it was so dangerous for her to leave the Hole? What an idiot! He was just like their father. Where had Hawk come up with that missing book he claimed Frack had left him and he had forgotten about? There was no telling what he had done to get it. “Enough!” she cried. Keesa strode back into her room. She had been stuck in this stinking basement for months! The blanket went flying towards the bed. She grabbed a small black robe and pulled it over her head, securing it with a pale green rope. A pair of petitel, soft brown boots with low heels completed the ensemble. The young girl ducked under a table wedged against the back wall of her room. Crawling past a black and blue-checkered tablecloth, she emerged into a long room hidden behind the rest of the basement. With practiced care, she felt her way to another table in the center of the room and grabbed a candle. A small flame appeared above her right index finger. It smiled up at here. She smiled back. Soon the large candle illuminated the secret chamber. It was about ten spans across with a roof barely higher than herself. On the old, round, sternwood table sat myriad small iron pots, scrolls, cloth and leather bags full of roots, herbs, stones, common and semi-precious jewels, wooden sticks, candles, and pieces of metal. Small wooden boxes and colorful glass vials rested on shelves covering the back wall. A tiny iron stove with an iron cowling leading up through the ceiling had aa iron pot and copper teakettle on it. There seemed to be no sense to it all, but she knew Hawk was constantly back here fooling around with everything while she slept. A worn, brown money belt appeared from the behind a bookcase and she hiked up her robe to tie it around her waist. It was heavy and chaffed her hips. The Fire Mage made sure she could reach the belt through slits in her robe that looked like pockets. Next, she secured a small scabbard and dagger inside her right boot. Keesa pulled the blade out briefly to inspect it, put it back in place, and then lowered the robe. Next, she went to one of the shelves, amassing several small sacks into one larger one, which she tied to her belt. Finally, she pulled the black cowl over her even darker hair, and crawled out of her lair. Keesa left her meager home wishing she had time to take a bath. Slipping between the reclused boards on the wall of the overhead building, she started towards the Market Inn.

The Market Inn was a thriving business fed by the continual runoff of minor incidents continuously erupting within the Marketplace. Like the Marketplace itself, the Inn had grown up in a hurry and was not very well constructed. Its crumbling walls just barely managed to hold up its end of Tovinaar’s rather loose judicial system. It held two types of prisoners. One group had no real idea of Tovinaarian law and spent a short time in the pokey to prove to them the locals were serious about the pursuit of peaceful enterprise. They were usually allowed to leave after a good scolding along with a moderate court fee. These prisoners generally consisted of merchants, farmers, or sailors from the four corners of Toren celebrating a good day at the Marketplace, usually too hung over to voice many complaints until they were well on their way out of town. This inconvenience made up for itself by providing colorful stories to regale the locals with back home, after the wives had gone to bed and the small clay jugs had come out. The other group’s constituents were an oddball assortment of local troublemakers kept in line by an occasional overnight stay in the jail. Except for the odd violent assault, in which case justice was bloody, brief, but not particularly fatal; the stay usually represented a tithing system to allow the various underclasses of Tovinaar to pay their fair share of taxes to the general community. Hawk sat on the end of a wooden bench as far away from the buckets of human necessity as he could get. It was a large room with dirt floors and brown brick walls. The whole left side of Hawk’s face was blue and purple; his head throbbed, his neck ached, and waking up in jail always left him in a bad mood. There were four small barred windows on the south side of the cage allowing spring sunshine to glare in on the three dozen guests, who were standing, sitting on benches, or lying on straw mats. To the north, a series of long steel bars divided his side of the room from the more innocent visitors of the Market Inn. Hawk looked out of place in the cell, being far younger than its other inhabitants. There was no real profit in rounding up orphans. The man beside him was a red-eyed farmer barely able to sit up. After a time, Hawk heard his name called out. He looked up to see a small, black-cloaked figure pressed against the bars by the crowd on the other side. Half a dozen conversations were going on between the inhabitants of the cell and concerned parties from the outside. Hawk worked his way up to the bars and pressed himself against the girl on the other side. “Kee,” he said softly, “You should not have come.” Keesa looked at his face. “Someone will pay,” she vowed. “Good luck with that,” he whispered back. She gave him a puzzled look. “Never mind,” he suggested. Hawk tried to smile, which made the whole left side of his face hurt. “Kee,” he said with a look of concern, “something’s up. I want you to go back to the Hole. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” “Hawk, I’m worried. No one seems to know anything. Even Jop isn’t talking.” The look she gave him needed no words. She would never leave him alone as long as he was in trouble. They hugged again. He came into the possession of several items, some of which would have caused the local constabulary sincere concern. Hawk was now quite capable of performing several minor miracles in the event of trouble. Keesa slowly drifted away from the cell. Hawk turned away from the bars. He sat, silently debated the various aspects of robbing his roommates to pass the time, while chewing on scooper seeds. Around midday a rotund man called out Hawk’s name. The obese man was completely bald, and his large proboscis showed the crimson signs of too many years of hard drinking. Jop the Keeper had come for him at last. Hawk walked over to the open door of the cage as Jop stood blocking the other side, preventing any sudden rush for freedom from its inhabitants. Two younger men flanked The Keeper, who was dangling a set of keys in his left hand. “Ho Jop.” “Com’n lad. Let’s not keep himself waiting,” the Keeper admonished. The scene in front of the cell was a zoo. On the left was a wood paneled passageway devoid of humanity. Several seedy looking guards stood between the hallway and the crowd. Jop scratched his back with the keys, put his arm on the boy’s shoulder, and he walked him down the hallway. The old, tin armor around his belly resembled a teakettle. “Kee looks terrible, Hawk,” he said. “She’s got the flu Jop, and she’s worried about Frack.” “How long’s he been gone this time?” “Over two months. Kee’s worried sick.” “I noticed it’s been awfully quiet around here,” Jop jested. He gripped Hawk a little tighter. “He’ll come back. He’s way too tough to die, you know that. Probably holed up in some brothel in Wexlo, waiting for the heat from something to die down.” Jop looked down at Hawk. “Look at you, all grow’d up. What'cha say we make the rounds sometime? Just you and me.” Neither had mentioned the latest incidents, which had led to this stroll. “Sure thing Jop. Listen, what’s up? Have you heard anything?” The Keeper frowned, his big red nose crinkling. He followed Hawk up a narrow staircase leading to the courtroom. “Hawk, you haven’t done something really stupid have you?” “Why, of course not Jop. Why? What have you heard?” They reached the top of the stairs. “You watch yourself in there today, lad.” Jop took on an official air as he led the defendant into the courtroom. Sunlight poured in from big round windows ahead of Hawk and reflected off the shiny wood flooring. To his right loomed a big dark bench with an old man in orange robes sitting behind it. To his left stood another set of bars, beyond which a series of raised benches held a crowd of raucous spectators. Several of them were eating lunch. A couple of young girls waved at Hawk when he looked out over the crowd. Hawk spotted Keesa sitting in the back row. Then he froze as his eyes met those within a brown cowl. There, at the back of the gallery, lost in the shadows, stood a huge brown-robed figure holding a large wooden staff. Beside him was a stunning blonde beauty in the robes of a Priestess. This is bad the fledgling career criminal told himself. Hammering caught his attention. He turned to see the judge banging an old rythmwood ball on the table. The crowd quieted to conversational levels. Hawk recognized the old man as Judge Graimer. His beady little eyes peered blindly out of a wrinkly face set in a perpetual grimace. Hawk had been before him a dozen times in the last seven years. It had always been a fine and his never let me see you again speech. This could work greatly in Hawk’s favor. The senile old man had never once seemed to recognize him during his prevails trials. The orange robed hand set the ball back into its silver holder. “Quiet!” he shouted. The crowd turned it down another notch as the trial began. “What do we have here?” demanded the judge. When a guard opened a gate, Hawk was fully expecting the Priestess and her boulder-sized companion to come into the trial room. Instead, a tall thin merchant, dressed in all the finery Tovinaar had to offer, left the area reserved for nobility and stepped through to stand beside Hawk. The judge squinted at a piece of parchment on his desk for several minutes. Then he looked out myopically at the attendees and asked, “Guildsman Salteran, what brings you to my chambers this fine day?” Salteran, a silver-haired gentleman wearing a gold suit trimmed in silver ruffles, looked at the young boy beside him with a pained expression on his face. Leaning on an ornately polished silver and chicksaw cane, he lifted a purple, perfumed handkerchief from his side pocket to his nose. ‘This little guttersnipe,” he began, then pausing, “This little barbarian assaulted me with a club and stole twenty platinums and two silvers from my very purse yesterday afternoon!” The innocent expression on Hawk’s face turned to one of complete bafflement. He had never even seen the Guildsman or that much money in his life. Twenty platinums! He could live like a prince for a year on such a sum! Why would a man have that kind of money on hand anyway, to buy Tovinaar itself? Hawk had been ready to defend a number of charges, but this was an insult to his intelligence. This was lunacy! No judge in the world would buy this story. He looked up at the man in real confusion. What was this all about? Why would some noble want to frame him? The man was unfamiliar to him, but that did not necessarily mean anything, given the larcenous nature of his young life. Hawk simply knew he had never swindled such a ridiculous some of money before. Hawk turned to the bench to plead his case. “Your most exalted one! I am the poor son of farmers. I got lost in the crowd yesterday chasing after my snorkling, Whamlet. I myself was assaulted by robbers and left for dead. When I woke up, I found myself in your jail. Please kind Sir, I only want to find my snorkling and go home. Without the money I was supposed to bring home, how will my seven sisters feed themselves? Please, you must help me find Whamlet. Mummy will be so worried!” Tears rolled down Hawk’s cheeks as he recited his favorite story. He became wobbly at the knees and sank to the ground, sobbing, and asked “Please kind Sir, won’t you help me get home?” The judge squinted at the merchant. “Are you quite certain this was the boy?” The merchant looked down his nose at the pitiful heap beside him. There were many in the gallery who recognized Hawk, but the judge and the Guildsman were men of noble birth. To say something before the judge would have broken the invariable code of silence that existed among the peasantry. A couple of the onlookers smiled at the performance, but gave no hint as to why. The merchant spoke, saying, “How can one possibly differentiate one beggar from the next? Sharpes, my man, was there. We shall inquire of him. Oh Sharpes, my dear fellow!” The judge looked up at the crowd. In front of the gate was a smaller man dressed in blue silk trousers and waistcoat sporting a large white hat with a long blue lankywhillet feather sticking out of it. One of the guards opened the gate and he stepped forward. “Stand up boy,” the judge ordered. Slowly Hawk rose to his feet. He looked pitifully at the judge. “Can I go home now?” he asked in a broken voice. ‘Turn around!” the judge ordered. Hawk slowly turned around, head held low. The man in blue looked him over for several moments. “That’s him,” he said at last. “That’s the one who viscously assaulted us. Mangford suffered a broken collarbone!” Hawk’ head jerked up. “The one that what? What is he saying?” he asked. “Mummy, Daddy, where are you?” he shouted. He looked at the judge. “Please…” he started. “SILENCE!” The judged grabbed the ball and pounded it against the table. He squinted at the young thief. “Herok, isn’t it? You’re one of those young beggars that have terrorized the honest people of this fine town for years. I have turned my eye on your activities a number of times and stayed the hand of justice because of your age. Well, let me be the first to congratulate you on your newfound manhood. You are found guilty of assault and high robbery. Are you ready to make restitution?” Twenty platinums! Hawk could not raise such a sum even if he sold everyone in the room into slavery. The young man sadly shook his head. “In light of the amount of money you have stolen using such vicious means, as well as the numerous times you have disgraced my courtroom, I see no reason for leniency of any sort. You and your kind must be taught a lesson once and for all. Your days of preying on the noble men and women of this city are at an end! I hereby order that you be taken from this room to The Block, where your left hand will be severed from your body, and from whence you are to be imprisoned in the Stone Pits for the rest of your life. When you look at your stump in the years to come while working in the stone mines to repay your debts to society; may it act as a constant reminder of your crimes. Guards, remove the prisoner!” The crowd grew very quiet. No one had lost a hand for thievery in decades. Hawk, stood motionless; not quite believing that what he heard was real. The crowd began to scream threats at the judge, who was pounding as hard as he could on his desk for order. Two more guards walked over to the bars pointing spears at the crowd. The crowd began to quiet down. The nobles could only go so far, but none of the commoners were prepared to confront the local guards one-on-one. In the confusion, no one noticed as the giant and his blue robed companion exiting through one of the back doors. They in turn did not notice the small figure dressed in black close behind them. Hawk began to struggle, but it was too late. “Hey, I really am innocent!” he protested. Two guards held him while three more surrounded the young reprobate. Hawk had passed up several chances to escape before the trial in hopes of getting off easy. Now the judgment ran through his mind over and over, making less sense each time he thought about it. This had to be the lowest point of his young life. He slipped on the floor as the guards dragged him along. Hawk turned to the one on the right and asked, “Could you lend me a hand?” They pulled him roughly to his feet. Jop silently joined the sober ensemble Jop had tears in his eyes. He turned around and for a moment, and Hawk was sure the Keeper was going to attack the guards himself. The Keeper finally broke up into sobs. They all stopped as the rotund man wiped the streaming tears from his face. A fourth man dressed in a blue cloth shirt and pants approached them from the other way. The guards stopped. The newcomer walked up to the Keeper and whispered something into his ear. Jop tears were replaced by a puzzled expression. Jop and the new guy walked several spans from the prisoner. Jop spoke quietly to the court official for several minutes. Hawk could not hear what was transpiring. At length Jop walked back to the prisoner. “Follow me,” he commanded the other men. They turned down a side corridor and went down a flight of stairs. Jop opened one of the doors on the right side with the keys from his big ring. “The prisoner will await here for further instructions from the court.” Jop smiled and squeezed Hawk on the shoulder when the boy entered the room. The door slammed shut. Hawk pounced against it, but it was solid ironwood at least a hand thick. There was no opening, not even a keyhole, on the inside of the door. He pounded on it for several minutes. Tears of anger welled up in his eyes. He caught himself and stood erect, straightening his wrinkled garments. Nothing Hawk had on him was going to get him through the door. He turned around in order to examine his surroundings. The walls in the large room were bare masoned stone, save for overhead holes that had held man upright in chains a century ago. There was a single lit torch in the iron holder bolted nearest to the door. In the center of the small room sat a table with burning candle and two chairs. There was another table with a cloth over it at the shadowy far end. The door was hinged and bolted on the other side. Nothing he had would get through it. Panic set in. He knew one could buy or sell anything in this city for the right price. He did not know what was up, but he had his suspicions, along with the sudden desire to be elsewhere. There seemed no escape. Hawk looked at the torch. A desperate plan came to his mind. There was little chance for success. He made himself grin. Hawk looked down at his left hand. He spoke to it and said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting out of here.” The young thief walked over to the torch. Things had gone too far for any sort of subtlety. Why the guards had not carried out the judge’s orders immediately was a curiosity, but he was not about to lose any body parts if he could help it. Some oil and flame spilled onto the door, along with the contents from a pouch that helped accelerate the process. He backed away from the burning door and returned the torch, a small dagger in his hand. In all his years of thievery, he had never used the blade on another human being. He cloaked his face against the coming smoke. If he made it past the door, he would not stop until he and Keesa were asea. The room started to fill with smoke. Hawk began to cough, holding his sleeve firmly against his mouth. Whoever came through the door was going to get the surprise of his life. His hand entered his shirt and emerged with another small sack. He did not have long to wait. The door swung open. Hawk thrust himself across the span. The young man’s momentum jerked to a halt, his right arm caught in a vise. He looked down through the smoke at a pair of giant boots. The young thief was pulled up eye to eye with the cold, golden stare of a monster. In an instant, the dagger and sack vanished, whereupon he was plopped down into a chair. The giant pulled off his robes to beat at the door in order to extinguish the flames. He wore nothing under the cloak save a leather loincloth held on by a huge leather belt, whose buckle was gold plated steel. A pair of brown boots with black fur surrounding the top came almost up to his knees. With each swipe of the cloak, huge muscles rippled while more smoke filled the air. When the fire was out the giant calmly picked up his staff.

Tabrina ducked into the smoke filled room. She had been waiting for some time to meet this remarkable young man. All of the mysteries, which had gripped her attention upon arriving in Tovinaar, led here, to this room, and this meeting. Jet began to fan the smoke out of the room with what was left of his robe. The High Priestess studied the young thief. He had thick black hair and olive-colored skin. He was of average height and build, but she could feel his considerable prowess. His eyes were blazing black coals, which looked her over in a casual manner. The Water Mage’s powers of empathy were acute, allowing her to know his inner thoughts. His mind was a single point focused on escape. He was curious though, this one, and wanted to know what the game was before trying to make a move. Hawk looked into her pale, blue-gray eyes. She could feel his attraction for her, but that was true of all the men she had ever met. Being one of the Gifted denied her such luxuries as romance. The Gifted were forbidden to marry and have children. He smiled. It was a very beguiling smile, and she instantly liked him. Tabrina lowered her hood and smiled back. Hawk watched her, trying to keep his expression neutral. The giant closed what was left of the door and strode over to the table. His relaxed gaze focused on the prisoner. Tabrina’s hand reached over, gently touching the left side of Hawk’s face. She could feel his pain. He slowly pulled his head away from her hand. “What can I do for you?” he asked. His eyes wandered over to the other table, the one with the white sheet covering a large object. He’s perceptive, and quick, maybe this will work out after all she thought. Her desperation did not show any more than his. “Your name is Hawk,” she stated. He did not reply. “You and your sister, Keesa, have been living here in Tovinaar your entire lives. You lost your parents some time before you can remember. You have been living on these streets ever since, cared for by an old beggar named Frack, who taught you how to survive, among other things.” Although he said nothing, Tabrina could sense his burning curiosity, and growing anxiety. Her expression softened. “No one can blame you Hawk; you never really had a chance. You simply did whatever necessity or circumstance forced upon you to take care of yourself and your sister. No one could fault you for that.” Hawk began to tap the fingers of his left hand onto the table. She looked down at the hand. She gave a half smile and said, “I am sorry for the deception. I needed to talk to you rather badly, I’m afraid. You will find no one on the other side of the door waiting to take you away. In fact, the charges against you do not need exist. This is a truly amazing city. Apparently, one really can buy anything here for a price. I am prepared to make this whole thing disappear.” Hawk started to rise, as if to leave. “Thanks,” he said. Jet put a hand on his shoulder. “Easy, big fellow” Hawk said as he sat back down. The thief sighed and looked at Tabrina. “So you know all about me. I am a poor, starving orphan. Was there anything else?” he asked. “Quite a bit actually.” she replied. “Your petty thefts have amounted to nothing up until recently. But now we must needs talk.” “About?” he asked, a little more tense. “Are you aware that the Temple here in Tovinaar has been violated?” She could feel his relief. It puzzled her for a moment. “Me and everyone else in Toren. Is that why I’m here? To tell you who did it?” She realized he had strategized over this moment well in advance. “Have you ever heard of The Lynx?” she asked. He looked confused. His curiosity began to take control of his mind for a moment. “Wasn’t he some sort of thief?” Hawk asked. “Not just any thief, the King of Thieves. His exploits are legendary throughout the Three Realms. He has stolen from every noble from the coasts of Pygar to Balazur’s Keep and is said to be the most successful thief to have ever lived,” Tabrina recounted. Hawk shook his head and held his palms up, truly confused. “Well I hope you catch him. What is all this, anyway? Is he the one that broke into the Temple?” “I am afraid not the one here in Tovinaar, but others to be sure. At any rate, matters of state have taken precedent over any other issues. Someone has been seen using Magic, Forbidden Magic inside the Temple itself!” She could feel his pulse jump. “Yeah, Magic, and demons wander the streets at night luring small children onto their dinner tables. Look why am I here? If you want to talk about Magic, talk to the true believers. Sounds more like the guards needed some kind of excuse to me. Magic indeed! If you need something else….” he paused and nodded slowly, gazing down at the table. He looked back into her eyes with a slight smile on his face. “I know a lot a people here. Perhaps I can steer you in the right direction. I won’t rat on anybody mind you, but I do hear things.” He glanced curiously back over at the white sheet. “Are you aware of the penalty for the use of Magic by anyone not belonging to the Temple of Life?” She continued, and then sensing a slight loss of control inside of him. Good, let him chew on that one for a while! She continued. “By law, I am required to turn over such a person to the Watchers, who would then burn that individual in the Flames of the One. A most horrid spectacle I am told.” On the outside, she could see no signs of fear at all, but her powers could reach beyond the surface, and she knew how much control it took for him to appear nonchalant. “Everybody loves a good roast, don’t they?” he opined calmly. “Look. What has this all this got to do with me?” “That brings us back to The Lynx, Hawk” she replied. She realized he truly did not know who The Lynx was. This was going to be rough. Tabrina looked into the candle light before continuing. “There is a tale about The Lynx. It is said that he grew careless, that he began to think of himself as unstoppable.” She reached her hand towards the flame. “Even after he had acquired enough wealth to let a dozen men live like kings, he found he could not stop himself, for love of the sport.” She began to move her hand back and forth over the flame. “It is even said that he and several companions once tried to rob the King’s Vault itself. It is not exactly known what happened, but they were caught, and The Lynx was the only one to escape. In spite of his best efforts, the rest were later executed for their crimes.” She moved her hand away from the candle. “After that he disappeared. After that the legends stop. However, as you know, we at the Temple have our own way of finding things out.” She looked directly at Hawk. He sat very still. Playing with the candle flame had finally gotten his full attention “The story does not end there. I now know that the Lynx must have been grief stricken after the incident. The pain of his arrogance made life unbearable. He set about to end that life, but you see, there was the matter of the children. Two of the others had left children behind who were completely alone in the world, save for The Lynx.” Hawk’s gaze began to glass over. “Some spark of guilt, or decency, must have driven him beyond the endless pursuit of petty vices that his existence had become. The King of Thieves determined at that moment to spend the rest of his life making up for his past deeds. He hid his wealth, so that no one would discover his true identity, and proceeded to raise the children as if they were his own.” Hawk was scarcely breathing now, and she could feel the importance of her words striking home. She folded her hands together and stared down at the table. “This went on for a while, and The Lynx found happiness for the first time in his life. He discovered an unselfish love inside of himself, which finally brought peace to his restless soul. Many years passed and they lived as a family. Every single day his love for the two children grew.” She sighed as deep emotions began to well up inside of her. “But then a problem arose; the girl, upon reaching puberty, began to undergo the Turning.” Tabrina could feel Hawk’s guts wrenching, churning, every fiber of his being screaming to run for the door. Remarkably, he still showed no signs of stress. Her heart went out to him. She looked over at the white sheet. “Again, what has this little fairy tale to do with me?” he asked quietly. Tabrina fought to control her own emotions, to keep them from spilling out. Everything depended on this moment. “You know, as does everyone, that Magic almost destroyed the world of Ell and everything on it. After the great battle of The Fall, it was decided that Magic would rest solely in the hands of the Temple of Life. The Lynx, not trusting the Temple, or authority of any sort, hid the girl’s Signs and did not do the proper thing, the only thing, and give her over to us. We could have eased the confusion and pain the Turning bring upon the uninitiated.” She could feel Hawk’s heart lock up, the spell she was weaving broken in defiance of her words. Tabrina’s voice caught a little. “Perhaps in the end he simply could not bear to give her up.” She had to stop for a moment, memories of her own parents rising up to haunt her. “It is so horrible, the pain, the confusion the Gifted go through at this time, the endless nightmares and strange incidents. It is different for everyone. Some encounter it as babies in their mother’s arms, others in their teens. Lynx could not bear to see his precious child in that kind of pain, so, he did the unthinkable. Somehow, he found out about the Catacombs, the ancient places of the ancient people of Ell beneath the Temples. Then he crept into those forbidden places and stole from them!” Hawk almost chose that moment to make his move, but she quickly reached into his mind and placed just the slightest sense of hesitation in his thoughts, letting his natural curiosity, the one fatal flaw in any thief, rise above his impulse to run. She looked up and stared very deeply into Hawk’s eyes, drawing him into her control. “He went silently into the Catacombs, but instead of taking the countless jewels and untold treasures, The Lynx chose to steal books and scrolls long buried with the dead, writings containing the secrets of the forbidden arts. The girl’s pain began to ease as her natural talents found direction and focus. But it was a hit and miss sort of thing as to which piece of Arcane knowledge might be of use to her. Her problems continued, and so he had to keep on taking more risks, robbing Temples closer and closer to home until….” Tabrina changed subjects, “The Temple Eldresses had a real dilemma. You see, very few knew where those secret catacombs lay. We do not dare destroy the knowledge for fear that we may someday need it. At the same time, if people knew that the Ancient Dead lurked right here beneath their feet, it would shake the very foundations of our society.” “So why tell one of the livestock?” Hawk countered. Tabrina smiled, a smile which seemed to warm the whole room. For an instant, she could feel his relief, as if they were not talking about the death of his whole family. She had the face of an angel, and she was not much older than Hawk. “It is not really a secret anymore, is it? Hawk, this is going to be hard. You have to be strong now. I do not have much time. There are so many things you do not understand yet.” She stood up and walked around the table. Hawk’s dark gaze moved from her to the giant, then back again. She looked into his eyes. She took him by the hand, allowing him to feel her compassion. For a moment, it overwhelmed him. Together they walked over to the other table. Hawk looked at the shape outlined under the sheet. “No,” he said hoarsely. He began to shake his head. Making him wait would not lessen the nightmare. Tabrina pulled off the sheet. Hawk looked down at the mortal remains of his adopted father, Frack. The body was several weeks old and in very bad condition. Only the Temple’s centuries old knowledge of preserving bodies kept flesh from crumbling away from the bone. The skin had a light blue tinge, and Frack’s clothes were ripped and tattered. Hawk stared up towards the ceiling away from the horror. “NO!” he screamed. Tears welled up in his eyes. He dropped to his knees, weeping like a child. She knelt beside him and put her hands on his shoulders. She pushed gently with her Gift. She did not want to stop the grieving process, just ease it a little. Jet reached down and patted his other shoulder. The two strangers flanked Hawk’s sides until his wracking sobs finally abated. He leaned against the table and drug himself to his feet “Who? What? Why?” They led him back to the candlelit table. She reached into her robes and produced a dagger, which she sat on the hard bolewood surface. “That did, that is what killed your father,” she stated. Tabrina looked up at Hawk. She placed a hand on his.” I swear to you, Hawk, you have no reason to fear either my companion or myself. We do not wish any harm to fall on you or your sister. In fact we desperately need your help!” Hawk stared blankly from her to the giant. Jet remained as impassive as ever. Her hand was on Hawk’s cheek. She summoned the Gift. This time he did not turn away. The pain in his faced eased. Upon removal of her hand, there was no sign of the bruises at all. She looked at him, her eyes tender pools of mercy. “Look at the dagger, Hawk.” Hawk picked it up casually in his right hand. If the giant had any concern, he did not show it. Hawk examined the blade. The green handle took the shape of a demon groad. Red enameled flames adorned the blood runners along the blade. The metal seemed more silver than steel. He set it back down on the table. “It is over a thousand years old, Hawk,” she stated. “The Temple Eldresses were not the only ones interested in your father’s nocturnal sojourns. It would seem that someone else had been watching also.” “Who?” Hawk asked. She could feel the confused emotions washing over him like a great tide, all pretenses wiped away. Intensity suddenly consumed him. “We do not know. I have heard rumors that they are in the hands of the Watchers, but I do not know for sure.” Hawk slumped back in his chair and began to cry once more. She sensed his thoughts finally unravelling. Revenge had driven through his soul like a nail, but this pain was something he was unprepared for, and she watched his mind collapse in on itself. He closed his eyes for a moment, unable to settle his ragged breathing. When he straightened up, he stared at Tabrina; his eyes burned like a dark flame. “What do you want from us?” he asked. “That brings me to you. Frack was probably in the hands of his assassins at the time of the Temple robbery. It was you who burgled the Temple with the aid of your sister’s Magic. I have made extensive inquiries around the Marketplace concerning you and your sister. I know why she is seen so seldom in the daytime now. Magic is such an unstable beast at first. It can exact a great toll on the uninformed practitioner. From your activities, which I have observed myself in the Marketplace on several occasions, I would conjecture that Frack taught you all he knew before… well, while he had a chance. By all rights, I should turn you both over to the Temple. I would rather not do that.” Hawk lost his patience. “Why don’t you then? What do you want from me?” he shouted. His face became a mask of frustrated rage. “We need your help in a small matter. You are a master thief. Your sister is the only one alive as far as we know that has any practice in the forbidden areas of Magic, and knowledge only the Ancients possessed. We must locate Frack’s treasure. It contains an item that I need, that indeed, the very fate of the world depends on.” “And if we refuse?” he asked. She could sense his utter disbelief and contempt of her childlike notions. “If you should refuse, I have no choice. The Temple will deal with this in the traditional way. The only reason you and your sister are still alive is because I need you.” Hawk picked up the dagger. A soft green glow only the Gifted could see surrounded the blade. Candlelight shined up at his face, casting an evil guise to his features. Someone knocked on the door. Jet walked over and opened it. There was a small popping sound, and the giant fell over backwards hitting the floor with a resounding thud. A small black-robed figure walked over the giant ad up to the table. Someone that could only be Keesa snatched the dagger from Hawk’s hand. “Gimme that!” She pointed the dagger at Tabrina. Tabrina stared in alarm as the green glow began creeping up Keesa’s arm. “Listen bitch, I’m sure you make a fine Temple whore, but that is my idiot brother sitting there, and you are going to quietly lead us out of here, or I am going to open up your guts all over this floor. Do you understand?” the Fire Mage inquired. Tabrina could not take her eyes off the emerald glow enveloping Keesa, cutting off her thoughts from the Water Mage. “Kee,” Hawk said in a broken voice. “Shut up! I got this,” returned his sister. Murderous intent suddenly filled Keesa’s eyes. Tabrina knew then that the dagger had taken over Keesa, and the Water Mage had only a few seconds of life left! Hawk grabbed Keesa’s robe and yanked, “KEE!” “What?” He pointed to the other table. Tabrina could feel the pain washing over Keesa as the spell over the young girl snuffed out. Keesa’s face twisted in her newfound horror as she ran over to her father’s body and began to scream.

The sounds of Keesa’s agony seemed distant to Hawk. He felt removed, as if he were not really in the room at all. The whole thing took on a dreamlike quality. He held Keesa while she wept and screamed out for Frack. He looked down at her quivering body, and it seemed as if it was just part of some strange nightmare. He reached over and put his hand on Frack’s forearm. They stood for a long time beside the body. No one came in to disturb them. “We need to get out of here,” He finally said in a soft voice. Tabrina stood up. Keesa shouted something incoherent, and the room was suddenly full of smoke. Hawk and Keesa ran. Nobody took any notice of them as they went up the stairs and out of the jail. The priestess must have some purse, thought Hawk. As they stepped into the twilight of spring, Hawk looked at his left hand, opening and closing it while the tears ran down Keesa’s cheeks.

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2014/2015/2016/2017/2018 New Years Survey

1: What did you do in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018 that you’d never done before?

2014: Had sex

2015: Got further in my love life

2016: Went to the PAC 12 Championship, and about to go to a bowl game

2017: Graduated and moved in with friends

2018: Had a real film client

2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? 2014: I don’t think I actually made any. I might try to this year

2015: I kept a lot of them, and I will probably make new ones

2016: I can’t remember what they were. I might make new ones

2017: I can’t remember what they were. I am making new ones

2018: I can’t remember what they are, and I might make a couple new ones

3: Did anyone close to you give birth? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My mom’s ex-boyfriend’s daughter

2017: No

2018: No

4: Did anyone close to you die? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My friend Zach, although we hadn’t really talked much for a couple of years so we weren’t close anymore

2017: No

2018: My cat and my great aunt

5: What countries did you visit? 2014: I stayed in my home country this year, but hopefully I will travel more in 2015 or 2016, I am planning to study abroad

2015: I stayed in my home country but I am planning to study abroad in 2016

2016: I studied abroad in Italy :)

2017: I went to London with my mom

2018: I stayed at home

6: What would you like to have in 2015/2016/2017/2018/2019 that you lacked in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: A boyfriend, more confidence, and a more interesting personality

2015: A boyfriend and more confidence

2016: A boyfriend already goddamnit it’s time

2017: An official boyfriend and a film job

2018: A boyfriend, a film job, and probably a car

7: What dates from 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? 2014: 12/13/14, the day I had sex, and it was interesting because I had my first kiss on 11/12/13

2015: 9/3/15 was the day of the Old Chicago watch party where Hawaii flirted me.

2016: 6/8/16 the day I found out Zach had died

2017: 8/21/17, the solar eclipse

2018: 8/7/18 moving into the B Flat

8: What was your biggest achievement of the year? 2014: I think my Blank Space video was cool. Also I got a job

2015: Maybe finally starting to go to the gym and get confidence

2016: My short film Pancakes, which had a full film crew

2017: Graduated college

2018: Did some film work for Sonic Octane

9: What was your biggest failure? 2014: Letting myself remain unhappy instead of figuring out how to change it

2015: Losing some of the confidence I gained in the fall

2016: Kinda giving up on trying, in various ways

2017: Did not get back into working out

2018: Not letting myself try things and fail

10: Did you suffer illness or injury? 2014: I had a trifecta of stomach flu, pink eye, and common cold during finals week. I also cut my foot open at Water World and it got infected

2015: I was sick for a month from kissing Hawaii

2016: Yeah, that month-long Hawaii plague kinda turned into a year-long strike from my immune system. Also, I got a node in my thyroid. So far it’s benign, just a weird lump

2017: I had to get surgery to remove the thyroid node

2018: I had a cough for 2 months

11: What was the best thing you bought? 2014: A Netflix subscription

2015: My TV

2016: All my Italy souvenirs. Idk I can’t pinpoint one thing

2017: Sebastian the pirate merman ornament

2018: I think the gold Giani Bernini shoes were this year

2015: Vincent has become close friends with me and shows a lot of bravery in how he handles things

2016: The football team finally got good

2017: My film class for all we accomplished and helping each other on projects

2018: My coworker and I actually became friends even though I didn’t like her at first

2015: All the guys who were too cowardly to text me back

2016: This one dude in Italy on my study abroad program made out, etc with me, then told me not to tell anyone because there was a different girl he wanted to get with

2017: My friend and his girlfriend got mad at me for seeking out another ride because they drove recklessly

2018: A guy who cheated on someone with me, and me a little for enabling it

14: Where did most of your money go? 2014: A lot went into camera and film equipment rentals. Unfortunately quite a bit also went into the vending machine

2015: Random stuff, and more than usual went to holiday presents

2016: Groceries and clothes and knick knacks

2017: Rent

2018: Macy’s

15: What did you get really, really, really excited about? 2014: I went to the Telluride Film Festival with a school group

2015: Getting to go on a band trip

2016: Getting to go on 3 (three!) band trips

2017: Graduating and London

2018: Las Vegas film shoot

16: What song will always remind you of 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: Songs tend to remind me of people, and the songs that remind me of the people of 2014 are “Don’t Cha” for Captain and “Wildest Dreams” for Marble. Also, Blank Space for all of them

2015: Taylor Swift’s 1989 album

2016: Shut Up and Dance

2017: Not sure if I have one. Maybe the Anastasia soundtrack

2018: Maybe Waving Through a Window

2015: A) Happier. B) Thinner. C) About the same, maybe a little richer. I’m not excellent at saving

2018: A) Maybe a little happier. B) Fatter. C) About the same

18: What do you wish you’d done more of? 2014: Adventures, swing dancing, and maybe a little more textbook reading

2015: Enjoying myself and trying new experiences, and getting the most out of school

2016: Exercising, making friends in Italy

2017: I wish I had done more in college as a whole

2018: Making friends and flirting, and learning how to work hard

19: What do you wish you’d done less of? 2014: Fighting with my parents, perhaps, and maybe less being sad or worried around people because clearly it pushes them away

2015: Worrying about things

2016: Thinking about Hawaii

2017: Strategizing

2018: Overthinking

20: How did you spend Christmas? 2014: With my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2015: Oops awk, I’m doing this early. But I will spend it with my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2016: Lol I’m doing it early again. I think I am just gonna be chilling, I’ll probably do Hanukkah that night

2017: I keep doing it early. Idk maybe watch a movie or something

2018: I’m gonna chill and maybe see a movie with my mom

21: Did you fall in love in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: No, I don’t think so. Maybe, with Captain a little

2015: Not quite

2016: I stayed in love with Captain. I’m pretty sure that started before this year but maybe not. I told him that I loved him this year, though

2017: Almost maybe, but not quite

2018: No

22: What was your favourite TV program? 2014: Supernatural

2015: How to Get Away With Murder

2016: Suits

2017: Friends

2018: Dexter or Criminal Minds

23: Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? 2014: My friend who hates me, I’m starting to hate her back

2015: I still don’t really hate anyone

2016: Don’t really hate anyone

2017: Yeah. Didn’t know her last year

2018: Not really

24: What was the best book you read? 2014: Mistborn

2015: The Testing, maybe

2016: Mistborn series

2017: Mistborn series. Also not quite a book but the Choices game

2018: Here Lies Daniel Tate

25: What was your greatest musical discovery? 2014: Blank Space

2015: Shut Up and Dance

2016: Collabro

2017: Anastasia the Musical

2018: Dear Evan Hansen

26: What did you want and get? 2014: A job, new experiences

2015: More confidence, losing weight, better friend relationships

2016: A bowl trip, a summer abroad

2017: I may be on the path to getting a boyfriend?

2018: Film work, good roommates

27: What did you want and not get? 2014: A boyfriend, to lose weight, more confidence and conversational skills

2015: A boyfriend

2016: A boyfriend

2017: Cadence

2018: A boyfriend, to lose weight

28: What was your favourite film of this year? 2014: The Imitation Game or Guardians of the Galaxy

2015: The Martian or Inside Out

2016: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

2017: Coco

2018: A Star Is Born

29: What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? 2014: Being in college

2015: Better friend relationships

2016: The football team doing well

2017: Graduating

2018: The B Flat

30: How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: Lazy

2015: Thift-shoppy

2016: Lazy

2017: Lazy when I was in school except for the days I saw Cadence, and then more fashionable when I got my job

2018: Business Lazy

31: What kept you sane? 2014: Hope for the future

2015: Belief in myself I guess

2016: Genetics and environmental factors that have not yet caused insanity

2017: Not sure

2018: Structure

32: Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? 2014: Chris Pratt

2015: Still Chris Pratt I think

2016: Chris Pratt is a sexy, sexy man

2017: Yup. Or Kit Harington

2018: Maybe Tom Holland

33: What political issue stirred you the most? 2014: Probably the Leelah Alcorn suicide that just happened

2015: The presidential debates are happening

2016: The presidential election, first one that I got to vote in

2017: Maybe Net Neutrality

2018: ICE Internment camps for immigrant kids

34: Who did you miss? 2014: My friend who hates me

2015: Hawaii

2016: Hawaii and Zach

2017: I missed Jessie while we were fighting

2018: Kylie

35: Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018. 2014: Let it Go

2015: Bravery means going after what you want

2016: The importance of storyboarding

2017: Strategizing just wastes time

2018: I don’t have to be the girl who never has a boyfriend

36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. 2014: Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane

2015: I almost brought him up, but you start to talk about the movie that your family watches every single Christmas, and I’ll talk about that, for the first time, what’s past is past

2016: Buffaloes, Buffaloes, Go CU

2017: School’s out forever

2018: I’ve learned to slam on the brakes before I’ve even turned the key

#new years #survey

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