#nutcracker amirite

[blluntrotation]

some night that fallen star had

[raayllum]

Very non-consequential, but still fun question: what animal do you associate with each of the main trio? (plus anyone else you feel like doing!)

I overthought this question because I couldn't just do animals in general and had to go with specific species so:

Callum is a bird, obviously. The boy loves his Ocean arcanum too but birds have the wings, and the intelligence and mating for life bonds (more often), and sharp little beaks that can gouge your eyes out. Man has teeth. Let's leave them there.

From there it was whittling down which bird to pick, so I learn towards either a standard Rock Pigeon or a Clark's Nutcracker bird.

Rock Pigeon

Rock pigeons for a few reasons.

Elegant but not overly pretty, which fits Callum pretty well. He's grown into a handsome boy but he'll always have a tiny bit of awkwardness, and the green sheen nicely ties into his eyes

Callum's name means dove, and pigeons and doves are very similar overall. However, Callum is less squeaky clean/outright peaceful than just a dove would indicate, so pigeons have a more grey/black down to earth colouring felt right. "Dirtying yourself with dark magic" and all that

They mate for life, which is a memo re: Rayla Callum has definitely gotten on board with lbr here

Pigeons are very smart, remembering faces, see the world in complex colours (artist anyone) and able to navigate complex routes to find locations / their way home (hence why they were used as messenger birds during wartime).

At his best, Callum is very communicative, has a great memory, and will eventually learn to navigate his own path away from others' imposed destinies on him

Clark's Nutcracker

They're in the Corvidae family like crows and ravens, which makes me happy, as those are two of my favourite birds

Again has the intelligence that our boy needs/deserves; these guys in particular are very good at prying seeds apart with their beaks, which gives me key of Aaravos / Callum unlocking secrets vibes

Sharp pointy beak to bite/stab people with. It's what he deserves

They also mate for life hell yeah

I also feel like they somehow match him better aesthetically but Idk why so grain of salt

Rayla I defaulted pretty easily to either a wolf or honestly more likely an arctic fox.

I wanted something smaller and more solitary than a wolf, since even within her village community Rayla has always been an outsider

Also very influenced by aesthetic (white, fluffy, slim) in addition to being loyal the way canines tend to be + a hunting animal bc like look at her swords

They also change colours as their coats update with the seasons, which felt very on par with how Rayla has transformed her wardrobe colours and herself / tries to take on different faces and identities depending on where she is on her arc

Constantly shifting like the moon amirite?

They are described as playful, cunning, cheeky, and curious

Bc they're heavily arctic animals / places with long winters, they depend more than other animals on hiding and stowing food away for later, which makes me think of how Rayla is pretty consistently carrying secrets / stashing the coins away in Stella's portal

Ezran to me is a Strawberry Poison-Dart Frog.

I chose this one cause I feel like an amphibian of some sort would best reflect Ezran, given his associations of being torn more explicitly between two worlds and two things. On the one hand, he's a child and should be treated/respected as such, and on the other hand, he's also a king and should be treated/respected as such. So amphibians having water and land, the way that Ezran does well both in times of conflict and times of peace (the latter being something Rayla really struggles with in particular) is well reflected. Also Bait, obviously

I went with orange > red even though Ezran wears the latter, cause orange feels warmer than the danger! zone red puts in, as well as mixing well with Ezran's brown hair. The touch of blue is for his eyes and his connection to Zym, and a tropical lil guy who likes sunshiney weather. Frogs are also pretty slippery and fast and Ezran (esp pre-series) is pretty wily and mischievous, getting into nooks and crannies he shouldn't be and then getting out of hot spots later on in show, so that matched up in my head

Other notes:

Viren always makes me think of serpents, and Claudia and Aaravos always make me think of spiders, so I'll toss those two in as well (although I feel they're more self explanatory symbolism wise / more offered within the text itself).

[bookoflibrary]

FAQ regarding the lore.

I will update this the more I think of questions I frequnetly recieved over the years.

Was Yoko Taro involved in the main story post-Reality? Yoko Taro has said many times in Famitsu and other interviews that he still oversees main story content with another writer, and approves and helps come up with the newer characters after release. In fact, the end to SINoALICE is the first thing he wrote when writing the plot. He was still involved with the game to some degree after release, and was also adamant to end things after the story concluded, as he wanted the game to end 'properly' with a concrete story.

On the other hand, he has confirmed that Pokelabo is in charge of weapon stories, job stories, and event scenarios.

Are Gishin and Anki evil? They are one chaotic pair, but one is for sure worse than the other. Which brings me to…

What are their goals? To collect all the desire in every world they can to create Library's true form, which would be the flesh mass. Yes, that's Library's true form in all of it's glory. Beautiful amirite? They also referred to themselves as 'administrators'. Nutcracker was a prototype of their original models. We still never found out who they report to, though as of typing this I have not done Desire ch7.

How is SINo linked to DoD/Nier? The DoD3 collab suggested Library was born from the Cataclysm, and the Library was shown to be a part of Cage in Rein. I should research this more since I have interest in his other titles. But someone else more knowledgeable can touch up on this.

I thought SINo was about resurrecting the Authors? You find out in Story of Authors that this was one of many lies the puppets tell the characters to keep going about killing each other, repeating the story, and building up sweet desire. Cinderella and Gretel's chapters make the revelation that they are inside the SINoALICE system and there is a key (you find out the key in Act of Desire), and that no amount of life force can properly bring the Authors back. Yoko has foreshadowed for years the Authors were also never coming back.

The story prior to Authors was converging timelines, crossing reality and Library, and fighting to the death to build Desire. Act of SINoALICE was the characters appearing in our reality to see the biproduct of it all, and try and fail to stop it.

There is obviously a lot more to explain and it gets a little more complicated.

Reality characters have names? Yes, a few reality characters have ages and names. Alice has conflicting information on her age, the job story says she was eighteen, but the scraps say she is only sixteen. Snow White is named Yukishita Miki and she is 23. Gretel had no name given but was said to be 17. This aligns with what is said in the game itself. Cinderella is named Haibara Takako and she is 27. Dorothy's name is Eriko Douma and she is 25. Sleeping Beauty's real name is Iori Sonoda and she is 15. She also has a canon birthday and that is Oct 29. Akazukin had no name given but she is 16. Pinocchio's real name is Hisanori Takagi and he was 14. His mother was also given a name; Naoko Takagi and she was 35.

Iori's scroll says 'Welcome, we invite you to a tale of horror' on it in chaos. Kaguya and Mermaid had no names or ages given but scraps suggest they were both in their upper twenties. The rest is assumptions based on info given. VVVV

The Conductor event says there is a clear age difference between Library Matchie and Reality Matchie. Reality Matchie had just graduated high school not long before her story takes place. We can conclude it started immediately after she graduated the fire academy training as she was just starting her job.

Aladdin is harder to guess for as there isn't hints, but he does seem older than Reality Rapunzel, who is still a college student. He also points out she is younger when he rescues her. 'Ah, that's right. You must still be a student.'

The Piggies also have no age indicated, and they have no cross or scraps. But they were said to be in elementary school when their story takes place, which makes it all the more horrifying.

Hameln is also a bit harder to figure out. He does not look very old by design, was referred to as a seinin/young man/青年 and Library Hameln was said he looked to be in his 'mid twenties.' I think it's fair to assume Reality Hameln is also around that age.

Aladdin Alter is possibly the oldest of the alts, but this is just my guess. Interestingly I don't remember him also being referred to as a 青年, though I should redo his story.

Some of the reality names are plays on their fairytale. Yukishita Miki can mean princess under the snow. Takagi Hisanori can be tall tree. Haibara Takako can be high oriented girl from the ashes. To add to the tragedy, Hisanori's mother's name can be spelled/read as 'Just a child still.'

[blue-ravens]

do you not turn up the pas de deux and just go feral

[2sunchild2]

Day 7— Dancer Au

Yes I skipped day 5 and 6

Sue me

@daminette-december2019

Five, six, seven, eight

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Perfect.

Is what she strived to be.

Discipline.

Is what she was taught.

And tonight, she would showcase her talent in front of hundreds of people.

The Palais Garnier was absolutely beautiful. The golden details on the walls, the grand staircase, oh! and the paintings! Everywhere she looked, she found inspiration. She so desperately wanted to whip out her sketch book, but she knew she didn’t have the time.

Marinette and the rest of the ballet had arrived at four pm sharp. They had been in one of the rehearsal rooms of the palace, doing their warmups. Marinette tired not to focus on the pain burning her legs and glanced outside.

The snow slowly made its descent towards the ground. She could see a couple kissing under a streetlight, another couple was walking down the street, hand in hand. She smiled at the sight. Paris really was the City of Love. If only she had that luxury. Love was never an easy thing to come to her. She frowned, watching a third couple argue near the gate. A familiar sight, she would know.

“...nette! Miss Dupain-Cheng!”

She froze at the sound of her instructor. She slowly turned around and came face to face with Mme Dubois, who’s arms were crossed and face was stern. She could see the other ballerinas either whispering to each other or mouthing her ‘good luck’. She could see Adrien looking at her sympathetically before giving her a mocking ‘I’m praying for you’. She gave him a glare.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng. A word,” and with that, she left, expecting the younger woman to follow, which she did after a few seconds of accepting her fate. She walked out ignoring a certain Lila Rossi, who didn’t bother keeping her snickering quiet.

She when walked out, she could see Mme Dubois already walking down the hallway. She ran as fast as she could to catch up. The women stayed silent as the made their way around the palace. The stage crew had left some of their equipment and the younger girl made sure she didn’t trip on anything.

“Marinette,” her teacher’s voice sounded softer than it usually did, “do you know why I’m so hard on you?”

“Because im the lead?” She asked curiously. Mme Dubois was contstantly on her ass over every little thing she even did mildly wrong.

Her teacher gave her a deadpanned look, “because I know you have potential, you just aren’t trying hard enough.”

She opened the door to reveal the theatre, Marinette gasped at the sight. It was beautiful. The red and gold screamed at her, the stage was being set, the seats were being cleaned, those very seats would contain over a thousand people that night.

“Marinette, when I first started out, my instructor was a very controlling woman. But she cared, and she made sure we were the best of the best,” Mme Dubois grabbed her students hands, “and that’s what I want for you. I chose you for a reason. You have something Miss Rossi doesn’t. So tell me, what are you going to do?”

The question hung in the air for a few seconds. Marinette glanced back at the theatre and smiled.

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“Are we seriously going to see the fucking Nutcracker?”

Damian’s eye twitched as Jason complained for the eleventh time. He was counting. Dick smacked his more violent brother up the head and told him to shut up. There was a reason Dick was his favourite.

They were in Paris for Christmas. Selina’s choice. And she really wanted to see the Nutcracker for some reason. Something about the magic of the French Ballet. Damian didn’t get it but he enjoyed classical music so he decided it would be worth it.

“Wow,” breathed Tim. He stared at the palace in awe. It was truly a beautiful building. It shone in the night. The Palais Garnier stood proudly, welcoming guests from high class families and social circles.

They were seated in one of the booths with a great view of the stage. The loud chatter ceased as the lights faded and the curtains opened. The dancers flowed out as the music began.

He watched in fascination as the ballerinas danced on their toes with such grace and elegance. And then stepped out the lead. The girl playing Clara was... beautiful. She danced unlike the others. She was precise with her mouvements. Her arms followed her legs as she danced around the stage.

The play went on and Damian watched in fascination, unwilling to acknowledge the way Dick nudged Jason, or the looks his father and Selina have been sharing.

And soon, a very familiar tune began to play. The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy began, and the girl playing Clara danced alone. By God she was beautiful. Her pink ensemble shimmered under the light. Her dark hair tied behind her head so they wouldn’t disrupt her dancing.

And before he knew it, it was over. The dancers gathered to the Center of the stage and bowed.

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“I told you, you had nothing to worry about!” Adrien piped up from next to her. She laughed and hit him on the shoulder. Marinette glanced at Mme Dubois who smiled at her and nodded. She felt her chest swell with pride.

“How about we go home after this, non?” The blonde next to her asked, smiling childishly.

“Yeah, okay, just let me get changed first.”

She walked to her dressing room and opened the door, only to see it filled with flowers of all sorts. A few bouquets were from her parents. Others from friends. Most from strangers.

Although a beautiful bouquet of red roses seemed to be calling her. Marinette walked towards it and examined it, touching the soft petals occasionally. Oh. There was a card. She gently picked it up and read the note, she smiled softly. It was quiet for a few moments, just her, the note and silence.

At least for a few minutes. She was startled by the sound of someone knocking on her door, “Mari?” Adrien’s voice rang through her ears, “you almost done?”

She looked back at her note and called out, “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute!”

I didn’t think Angels were real, but you, Miss Dupain-Cheng, have proven me wrong. Would you care to accompany me to dinner at Le Cinq tomorrow at 7?

Best wishes, Damian Wayne

xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Better late than never amirite

Also special thanks to @little-kitty-kanny for helping me with this ily!!!!

[kpopfanfictrash]

Still

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG (part of the Holiday Drabble Game)

Word Count: 1,191

Summary: Jimin / Ballet dancer performing the nutcracker!AU / “Hoe, hoe, hoe, bitches.”

“And, jeté! Jeté! Chaîné, chaîné, chaîné, chaîné, jeté! Jeté! Chaîné, chaîné, chaîné, chaîné! Plié, plié, tendu and battement! Pas de bourrée, pas de bourrée, sissonne, sissonne – ah!”

Throwing your arm overhead, you freeze in place. Breath hammering your ribcage, your smile remains brilliant while you control your nausea. The lights overhead are bright, sweat trickling down the back of your neck. None of this is important though, none of it visible. Ballet is designed to look effortless, even as you utilize each muscle in your body.

As though he can read your mind, the director exhales. 

“Stop!” he says, waving the spotlight off. “Stop, stop, stop,” he calls, walking forward. 

Behind you, the corps de ballet take a break. They withdraw from their ending position, giggling happily to one another and hurrying off towards their water bottles.

You watch them from your place at center stage, wishing you could go with. You also wish you could break – but you cannot, will not. Instead, your director stops before you. 

“Y/N,” Kim Taehyung sighs, rubbing his temple. “Your pinky,” he says, extending his own to demonstrate, “was sticking out to here. The people won’t pay to see an over-elongated pinky.”

Swallowing your pride, you nod. “I’m sorry, Director Kim. I’ll be better next time.”

Taehyung looks skeptically at you as you wait. This is just how it is in the world of dance. You stand and you wait and you try to take in the criticism you accept constantly. There is always someone better than you out there, there is always someone waiting to take your place. If you turned right now, you know you would see twenty corps de ballet – each one willing to kill for their chance at your role. 

The role of the dewdrop in the Waltz of Flowers.

Rather than tell Kim Taehyung everything else you did was – pardon the pun – ‘en pointe’, you nod your head. “I’ll do better,” you insist, and Taehyung finally sighs.

“Fine,” he says, waving your apology aside. “It will have to do. Next, the tea dance!” Taehyung tosses his scarf over one shoulder and strides away. “I want to see SMILES, everyone! This is a semi-important scene, but make me think it’s the star.”

When the next group enters, you walk offstage. Blinking through the haze of your exhaustion, you make your way to the wings. When you reach your bag, you rummage around at the bottom for your water bottle. Finding it, you pull free – only to jump when someone brushes your arm.

“Oh!” Somewhat relaxing, you see Jimin and Seokjin. “Oh, it’s just you.”

Seokjin makes a face of mock-hurt. “How dare you, Y/N,” he says, crossing his arms. “Just me? I am the one, the only – Cavalier.” 

Still looking at you, Seokjin bows grandly.

Laughing, you re-pin a stray bobby pin. “You look it,” you say – since it is true, 

Seokjin does look the part. If anyone is fit to play the handsome partner of the Sugar Plum Fairy, it is Kim Seokjin. He is a legend at the ballet, with a face and body most women envy.

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, flipping his hair. “I appreciate the support.”

When you roll your eyes, Jimin laughs and slowly, your eyes slide sideways to him. Up until now, you have been trying not to look. Up until now, you have been trying not to see him but when Jimin laughs, it is impossible to stay away. 

Jimin is the Arabian Prince in the Nutcracker and his costume is distracting, to say the least. He wears only pants and a vest, ballet shoes peering out from beneath saggy pants. His blonde hair is styled perfectly back from his face, and he watches you carefully as you drink from your water.

“I thought your solo was beautiful,” he says, lip lifting at the corner.

Somewhat breathless, you nod. “Thanks,” you say, looking at Seokjin. “Did you hear what Director Kim said, though?”

Seokjin throws up two jazz hands. “No one pays for overextended fingers, Y/N,” he mimics. “What a Grinch.” Seokjin laughs, entire face screwed up in laughter. “A regular hoe, hoe, hoe, bitches – amirite?”

In response, you burst out laughing. “Wow, that was bad,” you say. “I can always count on you to make me feel better. Thanks, guys.”

Seokjin reaches out, pulling you into a hug. “Anytime, Y/N. Look,” he says, glancing over your shoulder. Seokjin releases you. “I have to rehearse – but I’ll see you after, okay? Drinks at Minzy’s. First round on me!” 

Clapping you on the back, Seokjin brushes past – he stretches his arms, then shoulders, overhead. 

“Ladies, look out – Kim Seokjin is coming!”

As he leaves, Jimin fights back a smile. “So,” he says, gaze darting sideways. “How are you really doing, Y/N?”

The smile you hold falters. “That obvious?” you ask, turning away.

“To me it is.”

You pause, setting your water back down. “I …” Trailing off into silence, you shake your head. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know why I even got this part in the first place.”

“Because you’re talented,” he says.

“Thanks, I guess,” you mumble, turning to face him.

Taking a step forward, Jimin’s expression does not waver. “Do you really think you aren’t?” 

The air between you is suddenly tense. Thick with eagerness, desire and the weight of things left unsaid. You have always liked Jimin; ever since you first started dancing. You began dancing late in the game and Jimin was the only one who ever stayed late after class. The only one who helped you with fouettés, who taught you proper counting and rhythm.

His proximity is confusing. “I – I know I’m good. But,” you say, looking over his shoulder. “There’s always someone who can be better. There’s always more I can do, and –”

Jimin reaches out, grabbing your hand as you stop. Staring at him in surprise, you feel his slim fingers wrap around your wrist.

“None of them are you, though,” he says, looking down.

The world stands still, like the sparkling winter landscape behind you. You can see it through the wings but it seems unimportant, unsubstantial compared to him. Nothing exists but this electricity coursing through you. Jimin moves closer, until you feel the warmth of his chest inches away.

“You’re special,” he says, lips curved. “At least – you are to me.”

Staring at him, you find you cannot think straight. “I,” you hesitate, and –

“Y/N!” Kim Taehyung yells. You whirl about in confusion. “Get back out here! I need you to show Jungkook how to tendu. That looks ridiculous, I swear.”

The moment broken, Jimin slowly drops your hand. When you turn to face him – Jimin smiles, before slipping silently into the shadows of the wings.

“Break a leg, Y/N.”

part of the [Holiday Drabble Game]

[shirtlesssammy]

13x07: The Picspam Recap

Link to our full recap

Then:

Now:

In Not-Hell:

In Not-Paradise:

In Paradise (amirite?):

More Paradise:

Kevin gets whiplash from all the changing storylines:

Oh, and here’s Ketch!

Back at the bunker:

It’s the holidays, so Cas has an unwelcome visit from relatives:

Thoughtful husband:

Meanwhile:

And...son of a nutcracker!

Son of a bitch.

[tumblunni]

auuuuuuugh i  just had some fuckin surreal nightmare

it was something about some sort of ‘nothing is what it seems’ cliche horror plot wherre it was all delusion’d by a mentally ill girl OO SCARY UNWELL PEOPLE AMIRITE >_> (probably because i was just talking yesterday with a friend about how those plots suck, lol) so this poor girl was hallucinating that she had a totes normal life with her mom, and then there kept being more and more reveals about how the mom was fucked up and abusive and every single good thing was just camoflage for a horrible gory twist like you’d find out that she had a sister that she doesn’t remember, who tried to escape out the window and fell to her death. and this whole time porotagonist’s cute teddy bear called Lefty has actually been literally her sister’s mutilated corpse arm, preserved in formaldehyde and dressed up in little doll outfits What the FUCK, dream?!

so yeah it was just a huge constant overly long list of gory reveals like that it really spooked me, i woke up and my heart was pounding and i had the headache from absolute hell! and I think maybe the protagonist might have been transgender? cos one of her delusions was ‘i’m just a doll, mom can break me and it doesn’t matter’. and then she specifically imagined herself as one of those spooky nutcracker things whenever she disassociated, and her ‘evidence’ for the delusion was remembering shaving stubble around puberty and being terrified of what the kids at school would think if they found out. so i guess my brain associated nutcracker dolls with ‘the scariest oevrexaggerated male figure’ or something? cos there’s that weird trend with them where the dude ones have the horrifying mouth to crush the nuts and then for some reason female ones have a non-articulated regular face and put the nut-cracking thing somewhere else. (like one that cracked nuts with her boobs! wtf!!)

apparantly it was all a videogame too? but i wasnt even playing it but watching some guy’s lets play. and apparantly it was a bad lets play. *shrug*

and then i dreamed i was in some random person’s house cos it was a shrine to a forgotten ps1 game I liked. and i had to play point and click adventure to escape? and then i got out and i was like ‘now what’ cos i had no idea what neighbourhood this house was in or even if i was still in britain also for some reason i was wearing a garish orange t shirt advertising Irn Bru

[cuteteacakes]

I’m eating lunch and then going off to usher at a Nutcracker ballet so free show amirite?? =w=

[kepar-xv]

Ayyyyyy

I got tagged by @yo-looksomeoneactually​ to do this. Thank you friend and sorry for doing it like a millennia late  i have been so busy lately

Rules: Answer all the questions, add one question of your own at the end, and then tag people.

Coke or Pepsi? Not really a big fan of soda, but if I had to choose it’d be Pepsi. Or like, Pepsi products.

Disney or Dreamworks? Well, my fave vidja-game is a wonky crossover of Disney and Final Fantasy (essentially), so Disney.

Coffee or tea? Coffee. Gotta have me that bitter bean juice.

Books or movies? Books. I can put a book down and walk away for a month. Movies can only be paused for so long, and who knows if you’ll be able to remember where you left off when you start it up again.

Windows or Mac? Windows

DC or Marvel? While I do have a preference for Marvel, I am a fan of both.

XBox or Playstation? Playstation, my dudes. There’s always been one somewhere in the house since I was a wee bab.

Dragon Age or Mass Effect? I haven’t played either, but Dragon Age looks pretty cool.

Night owl or early riser? Night owl.

Cards or chess? Chess.

Chocolate or vanilla? Usually vanilla. Sometimes there are exceptions, like chocolate bars and certain ice cream flavors.

Vans or Converse? I’m a converse gal. 

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash? Okay so I had to look this up and I guess it’s a Dragon Age thing? Like idk man, I’d have to play the game before I chose. 

Paragon or Renegade? Prolly a renegade, but idk what this is really asking...

Star Wars or Star Trek? Star Wars. MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.

One episode per week or binge watch? One episode a week, old-school style.

Gandalf or Obi Wan? Obi Wan

Heroes or villains? Villains. John Williams or Hans Zimmer? John Williams without a doubt.

Disneyland/world or Six flags? Definitely Disney land/world.

Forest or sea? Totally forests. They’re nice to walk through, and you don’t end up with any flora in ya pants if you lay down to long. Fauna on the other hand...

Flying or reading minds? Reading minds. It’d make my job a lot easier.

Twin Peaks or Northern Exposure? Probably Northern Exposure.

Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? Harry Potter. I’m trying to get into the Lord of the Rings/Hobbit series tho.

You’re banished to a deserted island, which Benedict Cumberbatch character would you choose to take with you? Doctor Strange maybe? Idk man...

Train or cruise ship? Definitely trains. Boats make me nauseous.

Brian Cox or Neil DeGrasse Tyson? Neil DeGrasse Tyson is awesome! 

Art museum or science museum? Science museum. Depending on what they have, there’s a possibility you could walk through a giant (fake) HEART man! How cool is that?

Irish pub or night club? Night club. You can hide in a corner and get drunk to dubstep.

Aang or Korra? Avatar Aang is my dude. Korra’s cool too, but the gAang have a special place in my heart.

Swimming in a pool or lake? Lake, only because it means it’s time for the family reunion and I can hang with relatives I haven’t seen in like five years.

Classical music or classical literature? Classical music. I bought a Tchaikovsky album (Swan Lake and Nutcracker duo) for like $10 on iTunes not to long ago.

Oxford comma or no Oxford comma? No commas we die like men!

Digital or paper books? Paper books. They don’t have a limited amount of power, and I love the smell of paper.

Rainy days or sunny days? Rainy days are my jam! I can sit inside and be a lump without much complaint.

Fantasy or science fiction? Science Fiction is more my speed, but I can dig a good fantasy novel.

Poetry or prose? Prose.

Music or lyrics? Lyrics, but only because I can apply them to characters and then make me have a case of the Feels.

Kissing or cuddling? I like hugs and cuddling. They can be platonic, so it really isn’t limited in who you can cuddle.

Dancing or movies for date night? Dancing, only because y’all can chit chat. I’m an awful dancer.

Sea or space? Space is cool. It’s neat to think that there might be other planets with civilization out there too.

MBTI or zodiac? MBTI makes no sense to me, so zodiac is for me. 

Netflix or YouTube? YouTube but only because it’s free.

Plushies or pets? While I do like both, pets are preferred b/c they can love you back even though they’ll break your heart.

Pizza or nachos? More like pizza AND nachos amirite?? Why not pizza nachos? Or nacho pizza????

If you could speak to one person from history and tell them everything you know about the modern day, who would it be? Idk maybe like Christopher Columbus or Julius Caesar or something. Maybe it’d keep North America/United States from becoming the shitshow it is now. (Either Caesar takes over America after avoiding the Ides or Columbus never comes here) If you could become fluent in a language right now, what would you pick? Spanish please. So many customers come in and struggle to order and it’d go so much smoother if I knew it.

Favorite Mythical Creature? Unicorns my dude.

Vampires or Werewolves? Probably Werewolves, but only because I heard Vampires don’t wear shirts.

The question I’m adding: If you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on?

And I tag: @ratgirl1221 @jjbunnie19 @no-one-knows-its-you-john-cena @thatonedreameater and anyone else who wants to give it a go.

[shakenbaeky]

Tag, you’re it! #7

Ahhhh @p-rofl tagged me in this almost a week ago I’m so sorry I’m just now getting to it! Thanks for tagging me! :D

1. Are you named after someone?

Nooooot that I am aware of, no

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh, like two? Nights ago I think? Because That Depression™ hit hard. *finger guns*

3. Do you like your handwriting?

Yeah actually I do! I print 99.9% of the time because lol cursive amirite. But yeah, it’s kinda sloppy but (hopefully) in an endearing kind of way.

4. What is your favourite lunch meat?

Ohhhh shit!! There’s so many good ones!! Shit man uuuuuuh. Probably turkey, or maybe ham. Black Forest Ham is fucking rad, man.

5. Do you have kids?

Noooooooope.

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?

UUuuuuuuuh probably not. I consider myself to be an annoying whiny bitch, so I’d probably get on my nerves p quickly.

7. Do you use sarcasm?

Nooooo, not at all. hehehe

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

Yeah I do actually.

9. Would you bungee jump?

HELL TO THE NO HARD PASS, HARD FUCKING PASS jesus. I hate heights, hate the thought of falling even though I’d be attached to something nonononononNO.

10. What is your favourite kind of cereal?

I freaking love cereal of all kinds, man. But right now I’m fucking in love with Special K Chocolatey Delight tbh

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Eh most of the time, sometimes I’m too lazy though and just slip em off.

12. Do you think you’re a strong person?

Physically oooor like mentally? cause either way the answer is no lmao omg.

13. What is your favourite ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip!!

14. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm I think just a person’s face in general? Faces are nice. Maybe their eyes? Something like that

15. What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself?

My weight

16. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

.....Green pajama pants with gold and red writing on them that says “Son of a Nutcracker!”, along with cartoon nutcrackers on them...sHUT UP THEY’RE ELF THEMED OKAY. THEY’RE SUPER COMFY

17. What are you listening to right now?

THE LACE IN YOUR DRESS, TANGLES MY NECK. HOW DO I LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE? THE DEATH OF A BACHELOOOOOR OH OH OOOH

18. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?

Hopefully some variation of purple, as that’s my favorite color! :D

19. Favourite smell?

I’m a sucker for lavender smelling things ahh~

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

My momma

21: Favorite sport to watch?

Ice skating is hella rad.

22: Hair color?

Light brown :)

23: Eye color?

Green

24: Do you wear contacts?

I wish oh my god, that way I’d only have to wear my glasses partially ugh

25: Favorite food to eat?

On a regular basis I usually eat like, TV Dinner meals, and some fast food yuuuum so I love those types of things. When it comes to actually cooking food, I’m a sucker for mac and cheese. Oh, and spaghetti. OOooh! Chicken Casserole, my mom taught me the best recipe for that. I JUST LOVE A LOT OF FOOD. Hahaha.

26: Scary movies or comedy?

Scary movies tbh. I feel like a lot of comedies, or at least mainstream I guess, are rather hit and miss with me. Well I guess the same applies to scary movies but eh.

27: Last movie you watched?

I think it wassss Boo! A Madea Halloween. It was actually p funny, I like Tyler Perry’s work.

28: What color of shirt are you wearing?

It’s pink, like the hot pink variety

29: Summer or winter?

Summer all the way

30: Hugs or kisses?

Hugs are great ahh

31: What book are you currently reading?

The Animators by Kayla Rae Whitaker, right now. It’s a very interesting read so far!

32: Who do you miss right now?

My coworkers, from when I was a temporary intern at the local library. Ahhh I want to go back so bad.

33: What is on your mouse pad?

Hello Kitty hahahaha

34: What is the last TV program you watched?

The Walking Dead! Fuck me up!! THE SEASON FINALE IS COMING AND I’M NOT READY FOR IT FUCK.

35: What is the best sound?

Wind chimes harmonizing on a breezy spring day, yesssssss.

36: What is the furthest you have ever traveled?

UUuuh I think we went to Kentucky once, but I can’t really count that cause I don’t remember. I was but a teeny bab in a stroller still, so. So I guess to Indianapolis, which is about 2 or so hours away from my house. It was fun!

37: Do you have a special talent?

I can vaguely wiggle one of my ears up and down. Only one, tho. Still working on the other one.

38: Where were you born?

Indiana. Regrettably, I’m still here.

Few! Finally done omg. Uuuuuh I have no idea who to tag, so if anyone sees this and feels like doing it go for it! Hit me up with your answers!

[underwearparade]

Earlier today on an icy yet unexciting run around the ‘hood, I really missed trail running! I kinda took that for granted this summer I suppose, especially the trails that are technically in town (it always happens though amirite). Thinking about trail running made me want some good old fashioned Type 2 Fun as well.

I think I will get some Type 2 Fun tonight, ha! I rode to work today and it was kinda chilly but not terrible. It is considerably colder already and The Nutcracker is going on, so that will increase the chaos around campus, along with the usual People Having Fun Downtown  traffic on Thursdays. AND the Territorial Prison is doing their light show business which makes turning left onto the highway a huge pain in my ass.

So if everything goes well, I look forward to putting on fresh warm socks, warming my ass-cicle by the fire and probably drinking a 40 of Mickey’s because this dumpster fire requires trashy fuel. 

Yaaaaaaay: