#oh man this was before i changed Looneys tattoo

[penthousedragon]

super sketchy comic of some Skull shenanigans screencap redraw from This Ten Minute Power Hour Video

[berkmansimagines]

The Archer

A/N: This fic was lowkey inspired by a scene from the Birds of Prey movie!

Summary: After Barry botches a hit for the Chechens, Noho Hank pays you a visit.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

You just returned home from a quick errand. You couldn’t have been gone for more than fifteen minutes….

When you walk into your apartment, you find a well-dressed bald man standing in the middle of the living room. He’s looking at a framed photo of you and Barry on your wedding day. You’ve never met this man in person, but you’ve heard Barry talk about him enough to know who he is. It’s Noho Hank.

“What are you doing here?” you ask quietly, trying your best to play it cool.

“Oh you must be Y/N!” Noho Hank enthusiastically greets you.

From the corner of your eye, you see another man standing off to the side. He’s big enough to be an enforcer. Before you have time to think or react, the enforcer points a gun at you and pulls the trigger-

WOOSH

You feel a sudden sharp pain in your neck. 

“What the fuck….” 

Your body goes completely numb and you fall to the floor. You’re still conscious but can’t move a muscle. There’s a dart in your neck. The man must’ve shot you with some sort of tranquilizer.

“Oh c’mon, man! Was that really necessary?” the bald mobster sounds annoyed.

“You don’t know what she’s capable of,” the enforcer replies. 

“Now we can’t ask when Barry is coming home,” Noho Hank complains.

Barry is out at his acting class but he’ll be home soon. Even if you could talk, you’d never give up any information about your husband.

The enforcer tosses the gun to the side and walks towards you. You wish you could smack that smug look off his face. He enjoys having this much power over you.

“You’re creepy, man. You’re just so fucking creepy,” Hank shakes his head, “At least move her onto the couch or chair or something.” 

“Whatever,” the enforcer shrugs.

He forcefully picks you up and shoves you onto the couch. 

“Where’s the bathroom?” Noho Hank asks you, and then, “Oh right, duh! You can’t tell me. It’s okay, I’ll find it.”

Noho Hank leaves in search of the bathroom.

The enforcer plops down onto the couch and wraps his arm around you. You hate being so close to him without being able to move. He roughly taps your face.

“Do you feel that?” the enforcer taunts.

The man abruptly cups your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. He then takes a knife out of his pocket and shows it off to you.  

“I just got this sharpened. You wanna know why? So I could carve up your pretty face,” the enforcer smirks.

The enforcer traces lines down your cheek with the knife. If he was using any more pressure, you’d be cut and bleeding. 

“I think I’ll start by cutting off your nose,” he tells you as he moves the knife across your face.

You’re extremely anxious. You know that if you weren’t subdued you could fight back. But you can’t. It’s killing you how helpless you are right now. You’ve always been the hunter and now you’re the prey...

CREAK

You weakly eye the front door as Barry arrives home from acting class. He’s not prepared for the scene he just walked into.

“Hey, Y/N! I’m-”

Barry immediately stops talking when he sees you on the couch with a stranger. You look limp and completely out of it. Your husband's entire body goes rigid. 

“What did you do to her?” Barry asks in a low, serious voice. 

“Just a mild tranquilizer. She’ll be fine,” the enforcer snickers. 

Barry picks up on the man’s accent right away. Then he notices a distinct tattoo on the man’s arm. It’s a symbol for the Chechen mob. Fuck. Your husband quickly puts the pieces together. This guy isn’t after you. He’s here for Barry.

Barry was supposed to do a hit for the Chechens last night. Unfortunately, the target was not where Noho Hank said he’d be and Barry wasn’t able to complete the job. Barry knew the Chechens would be pissed, he just didn’t expect them to show up so soon.

Your husband impulsively tries to move towards you. He only makes it a few steps until the enforcer puts the knife to your throat. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the enforcer warns.

Barry freezes in place.

“Hey man! You need to check out their porcelain counters. It’s the same pattern I want for the heroin table,” Noho Hank excitedly announces as he returns from the bathroom.

Barry’s eyes widen, “Hank?” 

As soon as he sees Barry, Noho Hank’s entire demeanor changes from polite to menacing. The look on his face unsettles Barry a bit. The Chechen mobster is furious. 

“You fucked our plan,” Hank says cooly.

You and Barry lock eyes. He can tell you’re scared. The enforcer still has the knife to your throat. Barry needs to de-escalate the situation before you get hurt. 

“Hank, relax man. Tell your guy to put the knife away. Let’s just talk,” Barry puts his hands up.

Hank nods to the enforcer. He puts the knife back into his pocket, but keeps his arm around you.

“What happened, Barry? Why didn’t you follow the plan?” Hank asks.

“The guy wasn’t home!” Barry tries.

Hank shrugs, shaking his head.

“Goran doesn’t think he can trust you.”

“He can trust me! I’m going to finish the hit. I just need time. Give me a couple of days and the job will be done,” Barry pleads his case.

Noho Hank is quiet for a beat. You could cut the tension with a knife. And then-

“You have twenty-four hours to finish this hit. If you do not then Goran will kill you, your wife and Fuches. And not in that order,” Hank threatens Barry.

Barry slowly nods his head. He understands.

During Barry and Hank’s conversation, you gradually start to regain feeling back in your hand. You lightly tap your fingers in an attempt to speed up the process. Once you have enough strength, you decide to take the dart out of your neck and stab the enforcer with it. He deserves a taste of his own medicine...

You sneakily move your hand, trying to reach for the dart in your neck when the enforcer suddenly grabs your wrist. He squeezes it so tightly, you’re afraid that he’ll break it.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” the enforcer angrily asks. 

Your face is still pretty numb and you can’t quite speak yet. You remain silent.

“Hey! Let go of her,” Barry yells.

Your husband charges towards the couch. The enforcer shoves you aside and rises to his feet, ready to confront Barry. 

Before Barry can get too close, Noho Hank steps in the middle of the two men. He says something in Chechen to the enforcer. The enforcer shakes his head and trudges toward the door. Barry doesn’t go after him.

“If he’s not dead in twenty-four hours, we’re coming back with some friends,” Noho Hank tells Barry.

Noho Hank follows his enforcer. Barry keeps his eyes on them. He doesn’t look away until they walk out the door.

As soon as they’re gone, your husband rushes towards you on the couch. You’re still regaining feeling back in your body. You move your mouth up and down a few times until it no longer feels numb.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault,” Barry frantically apologizes, pulling you into his arms.

“It’s okay,” you breathe, then tease, “Did you see the dart? That’s some Looney Tunes type of nonsense.”

“I’m going to finish this job. I promise they won’t bother you again,” Barry says adamantly.

“We’ll do it together,” you reply.

“Y/N-” 

“Let me help you. I… I’m ready for combat,” you nod.

Your husband doesn’t say anything. He just tightens his embrace and holds onto you.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 70)

"The Gang's All Here"

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@lovemythsworld

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📷 cred @southsidequeenie

"I KNOW this ain't you, Brooklyn!!" Benny bellows as he enters the Cleveland house.

He's waving around Luna's Yankees hat in his hand. She's standing in the kitchen against the counter in a tube top and black and red oversized swooshies. Long hair loosely pulled back.

"Shit." She scowls. "Where'd you find it?" She asks reaching for the hat.

"On the ground in the GOD DAMN driveway, Girl!" Benny informs her with a disapproving look.

"Nope." Luna shakes her head, pointing at Colson. "Blame him. It's all his fault." She says laughing.

Standing in the dining room, playing pool against Slim. Colson looks at them both.

"Bitch, please. You wanted this Deeek." He laughs.

Benny and Slim burst into howls. Luna smirks tossing up her middle finger. There's a black heart tattooed on it.

"With love, BITCH." She smirks at Colson.

Just then Rook and Baze burst through the door.

"WHAT UP!!!!" Rook roars.

"We ready to fucking party till our faces fall off!!" Baze shouts with him.

Everyone's collecting at Colson's tonight. They head to Cincinnati in the morning. Kicking off a month full of dates. They'll break in July. Word being that they'll head over seas by August.

Music is blaring. Joints flowing. Beers are cracked Everyone is excitedly talking about what to expect while on The Bus.

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Colson takes Benny with him to pick Casie up from school. He has an ulterior motive.

"Yo, Benz... You know that dude Tommy, Luna used to run wit?" He asks him as the split a joint.

"Yeah, I know that Bull." Benny exhales.

"He's been hitten' her up. You think I gotta problem?" He asks, hitting th he joint.

Benny's head whips over at Colson's words. Those are not good words.

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Of course Benny knows Tommy. You can't make a move in NYC without coming across Tommy Eagan. Benny hadn't realized it at the brownstone but he'd meet Luna once before also. It had been at a party in MidTown. Benny watched as Tommy drug a screaming man across the apartment and threw him off of the 13th floor fire escape. Killing him instantly. Luna handing him a beer when he climbed back inside. Benny didn't know the details at the time, learning later through NY folklore, that the man's eyes had lingered too long on Tommy's girlfriend. Luna.

NY folklore is just that. Tommy did kill the man. Over a personal vendetta, not Luna. She did hand him his beer, because he had a lot of them. And they weren't hers. Luna learned early on, that being with Tommy meant toeing the edge at all times. She had loved the danger and had no fear.

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"Possibly." Benny answers honestly after hesitating. "Word is that Bull worshipped Luna."

Benny watches his friend's jaw clench. Colson starts puffing on the joint. He looks over at Benny.

"You make sure the bus is stocked." Telling him firmly.

Benny nods. Not liking where Colson's head is.

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Back at the house, Slim is running the table against Baze now. Windows are wide open. Trying to air out their massive session before Colson gets back with Casie.

Luna sees Rook sitting on the steps alone.

"What's up, Pal?" She asks.

Sliding onto the lip of the step beside him, Luna hands him a beer. He gives her a glance as he takes it from her.

"Thanks." Rook says, clinking his beer to hers.

"You alright?" She asks, concerned.

"Meh. It's stupid." He short changes himself.

"Stop." Luna coaxes him. "What's going on?"

"I thought this chick was gonna hit the first couple cities with us but she bailed on me. I've been talking to Stephanie but I'm getting tired of being dicked around." He looks up suddenly. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I know she's your friend."

"Steph's dicking you around?" She asks Rook directly.

Luna's not surprised with Stephanie and is instantly defensive of Rook's feelings.

"No.. No.. No..." He says, putting one drumstick in the air. "She's not doing anything. I just like her and, she of course has a dude." Rook sighs.

"Hey... New tour, new cities, new people. We have no idea what's out there." Luna tries to reassure her friend.

"Yeah..." He perks up. Looking at her with honest eyes, he admits. "I kinda just want what you and Kells have. That go with the flow, no games, figure out because we're in love shit."

"You know what I believe?" She asks Rook, looking up. Showing her own honesty. "I believe we have more than one soulmate. That we float in and out of each other's lives. Giving peices of ourselves to the other as needed. Sometimes for a long time, sometimes short." She shrugs.

Luna's words give Rook a weird sense of relief.

"I never thought of it that way..." He nods.

"Perspective, Bud. I gotta believe that we're more complex than just one for one. Otherwise I'd be a fucking LunaTic." She grins at him, tossing him an elbow.

Matching her with a laugh. They're interrupted as Casie bursts through the door. Spotting them first.

"ROOOOK!!! LOONEY TUNES!!" She screams, barreling towards them.

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Ashleigh and AJ show up. Completing The Gang.

They order pizza, mozzarella sticks, wings and cheese fries. Drinking, eating, game planning the next day.

Rook and Benny are staying at Colson's. Casie's being picked up by Emma tonight but Colson and Luna will drive her to school in the morning. Seeing her one last time before their off. Everyone meeting back at Colson's before picking The Bus up DownTown.

Standing in the dining room, Ashleigh asks Luna of she's nervous about being on tour.

Luna shakes her head and shrugs. "Not really.... I've been on and off a few before... What do you think about scooping up my friend Sam for a bit, once we hit NY?" She asks Ashleigh's opinion.

Luna looks over at Rook, who's chowing on a slice of pizza. They both could use the company.

"I think she'd be a fun boost of estrogen to the pack..." She adds.

"Yeah, I'm sure Kells and The Boys won't mind. And we're definitely out numbered!!" They laugh together. "She'll be at the NY show?" Ashleigh asks.

"Yeah, she already has a ticket." Luna answers.

"Cool..." Ashleigh tries to answer as Colson throws Luna over his shoulder and grabs Ashleigh's hand.

"I'm sorry!!" Luna laughs as he drags them along with him.

Emma's there and Casie wants to say GoodBye. Huge hugs and loud kisses are given. Promises to see her on The Bus soon.

Colson and Luna walk Casie and Emma outside. Luna squats down and squeezes Casie again. Standing up, the adults agree to see each other in the morning. Luna planting another loud kiss on Casie's head.

"Love you, Dilla!!!" She calls as Colson walks them to the car. Buckling Casie in.

"Love you too, Looney Tooney!!" Casie yells back as her parents laugh at them.

Waving them GoodBye as Emma and Casie pull out, Luna leans her head against Colson.

"I fucking love her." She sighs feeling a sudden burst of sadness over missing the little girl.

Colson kisses the top of Luna's head as he pulls her close. He has the exact feeling pulsing out of her.

"I know, Kitten. We'll see her tomorrow. Come on." He says guiding her inside.

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Finishing up the food, they drink more. Burn hard. The music blasts as they talk and laugh. Getting a little too fucked up.

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Finding their way upstairs, Colson and Luna are sloppy and drunk. Kissing all over each other. Stripping their clothes off as they enter the bedroom.

"I'm so glad you're coming with me. Now I don't have to find a new thot each night." He laughs into her mouth in between kisses.

"Fuck you. You're such a slutter butter." She laughs, kissing him back hard.

Luna jumps up, wrapping her legs around Colson's waist as he grips her ass. Running her hands through his blonde hair. It's long and he needs a shape up. She kisses along his jawline and nibbles his ear.

Tossing her on to the bed, she giggles as she bounces. Slipping off her panties as Colson drops his briefs. He climbs on top of her, throwing her smooth legs over his shoulders. Kissing on her neck, he thumbs her peircings as she guides his huge dick inside her warm pussy.

"Oh, Luna..." He sighs out as she pushes him deep inside of her. "You feel like fucking heaven."

Colson thrusts himself into her as she holds onto his hips, popping hers into his. The way he plays the notes of her body, it's as if it was created solely for him.

"Fuck Colson!" Luna pants, gripping his skin in her black fingernails as he rocks back and forth into her.

Sliding his hand around her throat, he kisses her hard. Clamping his hand tight.

"1.2.3. GO!" He demands, slamming into her with each word.

Making them both eagerly cum.

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Colson and Luna wake up early. Hung over and miserable. Both railing Adds before showering. One for her. Three for him.

They fuck in the shower. It's part of Colson's hang over remedy and a ritual of theirs. Smoking a joint together, he patches her shoulder and checks out her machine gun tattoo. Both look good to him.

Luna pops two 30s. Tossing on a System of a Down t-shirt, cutoffs and black Docs, she fishbraids her hair into pigtails.

Throwing on her leather and shades, she sips on her coffee as she waits for Colson in the kitchen.

"Fuck, YOU ARE HOT! Gimme that pretty little mouth of yours." He exclaims upon seeing her.

Luna smirks as he grabs her ass and kisses her.

"Come on HornBall." She laughs.

Her ass leading him out the door.

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"LUNA!!! YOUR GLASSES!!!"

Is the first thing out of Casie's mouth as she hops in the car. Waving to Emma out the window, Luna turns in her seat.

"You like?" She grins at her tiny bestfriend.

"I LOVE!!!" She declares.

"I knew you would!" Luna tells her, slipping her a hard glasses case.

Opening it, Casie squeals. They're the exact pair Luna's wearing. She had found them, instantly thinking of Casie. Buying two.

"WHAAAAT!!!!!" Casie screams. "THANK YOU LOONEY!!! LOOK AT ME, DADDY!! THEY'RE SO COOL!!!" She continues to scream as she puts the sunglasses on.

Colson grabs Luna's thigh as they laugh at the little girl.

"I don't give a fuck what she says. This Bitch is gonna marry me." Colson decides

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To be continued....

[cassiefanfic]

Let Me Show You How To Drive A Car

Fandom: Baby Driver

Character/Ship: Baby x Reader, Darling, Buddy, Unnamed robber, Doc

Warning: Angst, Badassery driving

Writer: Cassie

Words: 548

Requested by: Anon

Summary: It was just a normal day. Well… it was supposed to be. But when three armed robbers came into the museum Y/N worked, decisions had to be made quickly, especially the decision to run out of the bank and get into a random car. But that random car would start a journey she wasn’t intending on.

[Based off of:]Could you do a Baby Driver fix where the reader gets caught up in a job that Baby is driving for (maybe she works at a museum) she ends up hostage and somehow gets away and ends up surprising Baby by getting in his car and making him get over so she can drive? Like in an "I just escaped from some crazy people robbing my place of work so get your butt over and let me show you how to drive a car) and is just as good, maybe better, at driving than Baby? Oh! And maybe she's deaf? If not it's okay!!

Author’s Note: I have gotten such good reception on B-A-B-Y Baby and I’m so happy about it!!!! Thank you all so much for helping me find others in this fandom who appreciated the film as much as I did. And the reader is hearing. Part two?

Y/N’s POV

It happened so fast. That’s what traumatized people are supposed to say right? It all happened so fast. It’s because it did. I was standing in the museum at the front desk, helping a family get entry passes so they could see our Looney Toons and Disney exhibits. After they left, a man with a lot of scruff and some grey hair and a lady with her hair in a high ponytail, both wearing bandanas as a man with a beard and neck tattoos stood behind them.

“H-How can I help you?”

The woman chuckled before the first man held a gun towards me.

“Well darling, we are holding you hostage.”

The other man and woman shot up at the ceiling before pointing their guns at the crowds around us.

“We’re gonna need you to empty the register and then take us to where the good stuff is.”

“P-Please. Please don’t do this.” I begged as the man walked behind the counter and emptied the register into his bag before gripping my arm and forcing me to lead him towards the back. My supervisor ran up and held out his hands.

“She doesn’t have access. I do. Let her go please.”

The man’s grip tightened, causing me to cry in pain. The supervisor tackled the man and punched him, causing him to let go of me.

“RUN Y/N RUN!!!”

I bolted for the fire exit as the other two fired towards me. A bullet landed in my shoulder but I kept running until I was through the door and out on the street. I ran out to the nearest car with someone in it, a guy in sunglasses and headphones in. I opened the door and panted, holding my shoulder. He looked shocked towards me as I rattled out my next sentence.

"I just escaped from some crazy people robbing my place of work so get your butt over and let me show you how to drive a car!”

He gulped as I shoved him aside, getting into the driver's seat. The look on his face was more shocked and worried that I think I’ve seen anyone in my whole life. I closed the door and buckled up, immediately changing my gear to drive and hitting the gas. I sped off as fast as I could, rounding a few corners and blasting down some side alleys. It was like nobody drove him besides him. He was still staring at me with shock. I pulled into a parking garage after we got across town and parked inside a parking garage before panting and holding my shoulder. The guy looked around before looking over my shoulder and to me.

“Are you okay?”

I looked over and smiled before replying. “A bunch of masked people just tried to rob where I work, I have a bullet in my shoulder and I just drove a fast car. So yeah, I guess I’m fine.”

He gently reached over and checked my shoulder before sighing, holding out his hand to shake.

“I’m Baby.” He said gently. I reached my hand out and shook his hand back with a soft smile.

“Y/N. Now can you help me out with my shoulder.”

[lettersformydearhusband]

Some questions and answers to get to know younger me

Are you status conscious? - I don’t think I am, but I do intend to have a nice future for myself.

What’s your family name? - I can’t share this for now, sorry babe!

How many siblings do you have? - I have one younger brother and I also had one younger sister.

Are you a good friend of your friends? - I like to think I am...even though at times, I’m not. It depends on who is that friend.

Are you a good competitor? - Depending on the competition.

Do you get jealous of others? - Yes.

Which country do you wish to visit? - Spain (again) and maybe Israel, Ukraine, Bosnia, Slovenia, and Greece.

Which place do you like to visit often? - I really like visiting parks when there’s not a lot of people. The library too, especially when there’s not a lot of students.

What is your favorite food? - Oh boy...this could be a separate post itself! I really like pizza and ethnic food, but most especially food made with love and care. :)

When did you tell a lie last time? - Today, at work.

Do you like bright colors? - Not really, pastel colours are better I think.

What are your hidden talents? - Naming all the countries of the world!

Do you write with a right hand or left? - Right.

Do you drive furiously? - I can’t even drive yet...(hopefully older me already has a licence)

How many times traffic police stuck you? - 0.

Are you afraid of darkness? - A bit.

Which smell do you like the most? - Smell of homemade food and hopefully in the future, you. :)

What type of movies do you like? - I really like documentaries but also romantic comedies.

Which movie did you watch last time? - I don’t remember but now I’m watching an Israeli series called Mossad 101.

Do you exaggerate things? - To an extent and depending on the thing.

Have you ever cheated in examinations? - Yes, and I don’t feel guilty about it.

Are you good at Mathematics? - Basic arithmetic and algebra, yes. Calculus...I definitely need to work out on this.

What are your hobbies? - Reading, watching shows, listening to music, cooking/experimenting in the kitchen, and napping/sleeping...I’m a simple man!

Do you read books? - Yes!

How often you use social media? - These days, we have to use them unfortunately. Hopefully by the time we’re married, I’m not that much of a user.

Which social medium is your favorite? - I really like Facebook for helping me stay connected with friends and people from all over the world but Instagram is also cool.

Which color do you like the most? - Sky blue!

What is your favorite dress for parties? - I don’t understand this question but I’m gonna interpret this as what’s good to wear for parties. Nothing’s better than jeans and a nice top (usually a plaid shirt, jeans, and maybe a jacket during colder months). :)

Do you like being inked? - I don’t have any tattoos but maybe one day!

Who is your favorite politician? - I don’t have any, but if someone in politics is really true to their heart and really wants the best for the people they represent, then they’d be my favourite.

Who is your favorite writer? - I’m not sure.

What’s your biggest dream? - To be happy and to live a simple life with you.

Do you believe in charity? - Yes, I do. But I do believe that a societal system where the less fortunate are taken care of would not need charity. Unfortunately, such a system does not exist yet.

Are you a member of any society? - Society in general, yes.

Which flower is your favorite? - I really like roses and anything pink.

Do you have height phobia? - A bit yeah.

Do you believe in “An apple a day keeps the doctor away”? - No, but a well-balanced diet in addition to adequate sleep and exercise does!

Describe your life in one word. - Future.

Are you good at typing? - I type fastly but not the “proper way”.

Are you a good speaker? - I’m not sure...I do know I have an accent which changes quite drastically depending on the situation.

Do believe in a family? - Yes, I do. I do hope you do too.

What is your favorite childhood memory? - Finding out I’m gonna have a baby brother and being raised with all the love my family gave me even though we didn’t have everything.

Who was your most favorite teacher at school? - I would say Mrs. Breitkreutz would be...or Mrs. Fraser or Mrs. Coggins.

Have you ever failed in midterms? - Yes, and I don’t really cry over them.

Which subject is your favorite? - I really liked social studies before university, but now I really like my introduction to industrial and labour relations course.

Do you like poetry? - Depends. :)

Who is your favorite poet? - Myself.

Can you sing childhood poetry? - Nope!

Which cartoon you still love? - Baby Looney Tunes and Totally Spies, I would like to share my love for them to our kids one day. :)

Who is your favorite cartoon character? - The three spies from Totally Spies and Lisa Simpson!

Do you brush teeth twice a day? - I try to...

Which snack do you like the most? - Pretzel pieces and ice cream! French fries as well

Which restaurant is your favorite? - In Camrose, there’s a restaurant called Skyway and I always love their ginger beef. It’s not the best restaurant, but it has one of my favourite restaurant dishes.

“A person is known by a company he keeps”. Do you believe that? - Not really. Sometimes, people are forced to keep company with people they don’t like.

Are you a good secret keeper? - Yes.

Are you a good friend? - Repeated question hehe~

Do you ever betray someone? - I think I may have over some petty high school drama.

Do you love your parents? - Yes, of course.

Do you like pets? - Yes!

Which pet is your favorite? - Dogs!

Which car is your favorite? - I don’t have a preference but as long as it’s affordable, convenient, and has enough seats for a family.

Are you a foodie? - Yes!

What type of food do you prefer? - Ethnic food, homemade food, and guilty pleasure food.

Do you see nightmares? - Sometimes

Are you tight sleeper? - Depends.

Which font style you preferred while typing? - Arial or Times New Roman.

Do you play games? - Not anymore, I really would like to play more of EU4 again though!

(from: https://www.tagquestionss.com/get-to-know-me-tag/)