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themanicgalaxy · 4 years

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SPN 2X12 Night Shifter

aiht let’s see if that bread pudding is any good

....they’re...holding people hostage?

ah it’s tangle with the law time I see

and shapeshifter time? I wasn’t paying that much attention

oooo conspiracy theorist! And in a turn of events, he’s actually helpful

I mean he’s vaguely xenophobic(vs. chinese and russians), but helpful?

There’s commentary to be had about paranoia, monsters and xenophobia but it will Never Be Explored I’ll bet

the glow eyes kinda look like grace

Sam goes kinda fed-y, and Dean dislikes

“stay in the dark and stay alive” but Dean dislikes, does this say something? I mean probably, but let’s not examine it wheeee

how much does Dean know to bs about technology? cuz he seems quite knowledgable

holy hell this tastes....exactly like the Disney bread pudding. Same level of just...cholesterol and weird flavors

HELL YEAH

Ok fine more Dean playboy behavior

Ah and he spots it

Ronald what the fuck

and he’s all yelling and panicked yike

Dean appeals to him? Charisma 100

and manages to get the gun pointed at HIM THE SELF SACRIFICIAL BASTARD

whatever the moral is gonna be I don’t think I’m gonna like it oh boy

Sam getting so annoyed at Dean getting praised for self sacrifice is FUNNY

ope the cops are here

The guy’s like “I’m not crazy” i mean yes but you also endangered a lot of people

Dean getting pissy at the cops

SAM IS GETTING SO PISSED IT’S SO FUNNY

Ah so it goes after Dean again

why is Sam so pissy today

Dean is desperately trying to mediate and get his job done ha

Do i like the apologetic thing? nah, but I appreciate the “working with what we’ve got” angle

OOO COOL SHOT WITH THE POLICE CAR LIGHTING AND THE WINDOW

ah and heart attack and the whole “who can we trust thing”

listen, shapeshifter storylines like that? inherently interesting, I’ll give it that

OOO AND FOUND THE DEAD BODY!

OH FUCK SNIPER

also they had really good shaky cam earlier this episode I appreciated that

and the music cut and slow-mo also really really worked in this scene, I appreciated that

ah and the clear threat assessment when he looks at the cops

Yep ur screwed

His fucking...ringer is...rock music...Dean you fucking cliche

HENDRICKSON? WAIT I’VE HEARD OF THIS GUY

OHO I’M EXCITED INTRO TO PLOT THAT ISN’T CHRISTIANITY

AND THEY GO FOR D E A N OF COURSE

that little interaction between Dean and Sheri was interesting.

ah his personalized FBI agent

Ah still hero-worshipping his dad

I do like the cheekiness on both sides I’m excited

Oop and Sam spots the blood to find the next victim

is it Sheri? it looks like Sheri

AH THE CORPSE! THEY(it?) ADAPTED THE STRATEGY

FEDS IN THE BUILDING!! AND THE AVOIDANCE BEGINS

OH THE SMACK FROM THE SHAPESHIFTER GOT ME

I SAW IT COMING TOO GODDAMMIT

the slither and the blood tho, that looks cool

OO THAT’S A COOL ENDING SHOT WITH HER JUST SUPER MESSED UP

Once again violence against women making the point yadayada, still a cool shot

AND THEY VANISHED???

THEY STOLE A SWAT UNIFORM HOLY SHIT

I like the song, I don’t know it though

THE FUCKING SONG

THE JIG IS UP, THE NEWS IS OUT, THEY FOUND ME BAHAHAHA

That was so Fucking jarring oh my god

This song is CATCHY damn

it’s Styx, Renegade, so yes, on brand

aight wrap-up:

1. Cinematography and basic film stuff? excellent. The filter was helping the vibe, the shots were cool, shaky cam was sparingly and properly used to convey off kilter emotions, the sound cutting made sense. Very technically well done, I enjoyed it.

2. So much happened this episode, and while I’m not entirely clear on how much I like everything that did, character wise, I did like the “go with the flow” and how fucking much it progressed. Like it was nice having a plot episode that barely dragged.

3. The storyline, no trust, bank heist thing? cool concept, interesting execution, genuinely suspenseful and batshit in a lot of places. Good play on the tropes involved, I very much appreciated

4. getting to the FBI stuff means I’m very curious to see what’s gonna happen

5. That fucking song choice at the end KILLED ME. Like yes, good song, but “we are so screwed” following by the scream-sung lyrics of THE JIG IS UP was just...hilarious

6. Oh i do need the serious note of Sam being more pissy, Dean being laid-back and the hero-worship he still has for his dad. That is important to note.

okie onward!

#pawswatchesspn #2x12 Night Shifter #solidsolid episode #that's how you do plot episode #more of this pls

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terresdebrumestories · 7 years

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Chapter 12/24: Out

✗ TECHNICAL DETAILS

FANDOM: Marvel’s MCU SERIES: SEADLA Verse, version 2.0 RATING: Mature WORDCOUNT: 4 626 PAIRING(S): - CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Clint Barton. GENRE: Jail time sucks. TRIGGER WARNING(S): This chapter contains brief and non graphic suicidal thoughts (it’s really small, but it’s there) as well as iffy matters of consent regarding telepathy that aren’t really discussed. (Check the AO3 listing for a glimpse of what’s to come). SUMMARY: In which there is a rescue team.

DEDICATION(S): As always, to the first version’s readers, to the people who leave comments on the fic three years after its last update, and to 2012!me, who needed to write this fic a lot.

SEADLA ON TUMBLR: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11]

Tony stares into the abrupt darkness with his heart hammering against his ribs until a green and gold flame, no bigger than a thumb, whispers to life. The light flickers over Loki’s face, makes his features handsome, childish and fearsome in turn, a thousand faces birthed and killed by a thousand tricks of lights.

It makes Tony’s head swim.

Loki, apparently unbothered, sends the flame hovering a little above his head and lights another one, then another and another, until several dozens of small fires float in the air around them, casting their light over Loki and deepening the pitch blackness around him.

“You look like the Boogeyman,” Tony blurts out through the wild rhythm of his breathing, twisting his fingers into his sheets, just to make sure the bed is still there.

The whole scene looks and feels a little like the Big Bang did, except there’s neither scientific wonder nor any sense of emotional closeness to keep Tony calm, and sweat starts prickling at his brow long before Loki shrugs and deadpans:

“Well I did do a bit of interim for him.”

Tony gapes, unable to tell whether this is supposed to be a joke or not, until his eyes catch on to a slightly-less-dark rectangle in the blackness behind Loki. He twists around a little, careful to keep his movements limited to the approximate area of the bed, until he catches sight of something moving in the rectangle, like black heavy fog trying to hide paler silhouettes. Tony thinks they look like trees, but they’re too pale to be real.

“Where are we?” He asks at last, struggling to tear his attention off the door and onto Loki.

“I suppose you could say we’re technically both in you cell. This is your mind. Well, a possible manifestation of it, at least.”

“A physical manifestation of—wait, I’m dreaming?”

“In technical terms,” Loki corrects with impossibly precise enunciation, “you are being Visited.”

“Oh right,” Tony retorts, switching from surprise to sarcasm almost before he has time to decide on it, “and you couldn’t ‘visit me’ before because…?”

“You didn’t pick up the knife.”

Tony’s face flushes red in less time than it takes to blink. What does the fucking knife even have to do with anything? And what the fuck does Loki mean, Tony didn’t pick it up? He spent literal days cutting into his arm with that stupid fucking thing, and Loki has the gall to blame him for not picking it up?

Worse, still! The bastard looks sad! Hurt, even! Like he’s the one who suffered instead of Tony! Oh, what a fucking joke, what a bastard—a week! A full week, at least, in custody, all but tortured into drinking, not knowing when he’d come out and that’s what—oh, what a fucking moron Tony was.

“Oh, forgive me your highness,” he hisses, trying not to choke on his fury, “I guess I’m not smart enough for princely mind games, after all!”

“That’s not what I said,” Loki replies in a neutral tone, one eyebrow raising with so much elegance Tony wants to punch it open, “I’m simply saying—”

“You’re saying bull, is what you’re doing. I picked your damn knife up! For nothing! I’ve been calling you for help—”

“I’m actually fairly certain you were punishing yourself,” Loki replies, drawing his head back like an offended bird.”

“You told me there was a spell in it—that you’d know if I tried to use it on myself—why d’you think I went back to cutting? The aesthetics?”

“Contrary to what you seem to believe, I didn’t actually get inside your head about a minute ago. I knew you were cutting, not why.”

“Oh, right, because that makes everything so much better!”

Tony is all but kneeling on the bed by now, body tense and boiling with the urge to start throwing punches. He’s not even picky about where: face, chest, legs, anywhere it’ll take so long as it gets Loki begging for forgiveness and the ugly mess of Tony’s memories out of his brain forever.

Loki doesn’t seem to care, if he even notices at all.

“It doesn’t,” he says with a slight shrug, “you had to call for me. I planted the knife as because I knew you were too stubborn to—”

“What? Too stubborn to die like you planned?”

Technically, there’s no wall to stop him here, no ground to slam into, which is probably the only reason why flying off and landing in an undignified heap doesn’t physically hurt. The gesture still reels him though, pulls his thoughts into a sharp sideway twist.

Fuck, he wishes it’d hurt though. Wishes it’d bleed like a proper wound so he could just stitch it up and be done with it instead of having to watch himself fester down into nothing. It’d be a bitch to go through but it’d be clean. Straightforward.

Simple.

God, he misses simple.

But it doesn’t hurt.

Loki’s face though, that gets something out of Tony, because he looks hurt. He looks like he’s hurt and betrayed, like Tony should commiserate with the poor widdle god of trickery and lies regret at sending a so-called friend flying. Like Tony should be craddling his cheek and say ‘it’s alright, you’re not really an asshole for trying to throw me into concrete, or whatever you thought would stop me mid-flight’.

Fuck that game. Tony’s most definitely not playing it.

“If I’d meant for you to die,” Loki hisses after a long, shivering pause, “All I had to do was leave you here. I could have killed you a dozen times as Lorna. Better still, I could have ignored your letter and let you do the bloody job for me, you pathetic coward!”

The lights around them burn brighter with each word, swelling with Loki’s venom and turning his hair from black to a bright copper, draws lines of runes onto his face. Tony watches the change proceed with sick fascination, blood humming in his veins as Loki’s ordinary black leather shifts into thick winter gear, his chin colors with a thick copper beard where the runes come and go like words on the wind.

It fills something primal in Tony, like he’s witnessing something he shouldn’t have access to, and there’s the beginning of a punch building up in his fist when Loki strides up to him, seizes him by the collar and hisses into his face:

“You’re a lucky coward, though, I do not intend to let you die. Be ready for an escape tomorrow. You will know when the time comes.”

Tony does punch then, as hard and fast as he can manage, satisfaction blooming into his chest when he hears Loki’s nose crack and spots blood dripping onto the elegant mustache. Fuck him. Fuck him and his mysticism, his arrogance, his every fucking thing! If he wants to think he’s above everyone, fine! But if he thinks Tony’s gonna lie down and take it in silence, he’s got another fucking thing coming.

His thing with Lorna might have worked wonder, but Tony is sure as hell not about to take another one of his lies, fuck him very much.

“Lorna was a lie, that much is true,” Loki says while he dabs elegant fingers under his nose, “but it wasn’t mine.”

He’s out of the door before Tony can try to punch him again.

{ooo}

Tony wakes up to a major kink in his neck and the taste of a hangover gone stale on his tongue. He lies on the bed like a a stringless puppet, crusty-eyed and sweaty, desperatly trying to ignore the headache forming behind his eyeballs. At the edge of his memory, shouting and pain mix with green flames in the dark, and it’s all he can do to push them back in favor of Loki’s words.

Be ready for an escape tomorrow. You’ll know the moment when it comes.

Of course he had to be a fucking cryptic with that, too. What an asshole.

Tony still hopes, though. He thinks about the not-quite-dream all day long as he lies down, unable not to wish Loki said the truth. Unable not to feel like time has turned into especially thick syrup as he keeps his hands under the pillow, clutching Loki’s open knife just in case.

Somewhere around what’s probably the beginning of the afternoon, Clint comes back with more food. He doesn’t make a show of roughing tony up this time, which is definitely progress, but he does mouth ‘be ready’ when he leaves the tray. If nothing else, it probably means Clint is on Tonys side.

In times like these, it’s a thought worth clinging to.

{ooo}

As far as Tony can tell, it’s about four when the guards start screaming. Muffled shouts and the slap of flesh on flesh fill the air for a hot second, and then there’s a pregnant silence and the hiss of Tony’s cell door sliding open. Tony, who at this point is little more than a random collection of ill-kept hair and bloodshot eyes in hospital pajamas, watches a skinny silhouette in red and blue spandex stride into the room with confident step, pause into a full-bodied show of surprise, and exclaims:

“Dude, you look like crap!”

The boy sounds something like seventeen, maybe eighteen. Barely college age, at any rate. It doesn’t stop Tony from saying he’s been worse.

It’s both true and false. Afghanistan hurt more, physically speaking. He doesn’t remember feeling that empty while he was there, though, too busy trying to figure out how to get Yinsen and himself out to feel sorry about his life.

He wouldn’t go back there just to stop being depressed though, thank you very much.

“How did you know where to find me?” He asks, following the kid out into empty corridors with Loki’s swiss knife in hand, “Clint managed to get blueprint out?”

“Yeah, and then a little spider talked to me in a dream.”

A pause, and then:

“I mean, it was really more like the biggest tarantula the world has ever seen, but it’s not as funny an image.”

Tony’s too busy trying to walk in a straight line to care much, either way, but whatever rocks the kid’s world, really. How or why on Earth Anansi got involved, he has no idea. Same goes for Spiderman, actually, but neither of these questions feel pressing enough to distract him from the very real, very urgent need to get away from this place.

So he runs.

They reach a doorway that probably leads outside about fifteen minutes into Tony’s escape, four S.H.I.E.L.D agents standing in their way with old Nazi weapons at the ready, and Tony’s heart sinks.

No way he’ll get past them.

“Okay,” Spiderman says, twisting his head until the bones in his neck crack, “no offense but I think we’ll be better off if I handle that one on my own. You’re in no shape to fight, pop.”

Tony would quip back and say the kid is being a little generous about his suit-less abilities, but he doesn’t have the time. He’s barely started opening his mouth, and one guard is down already, dragged to the ground with a clever use of silky—and sticky—rope. Spiderman runs toward the next one, yells ‘crotch!’ and hit the man with exactly that part of his anatomy, catching one of the two women in the jaw with his foot as he twists the male guard around.

The second woman manages to get a grip on him and twist his arm behind his back, but before Tony gets to helping him, he’s jumped and twisted in such a way that he broke the woman’s nose with his knee and wriggled free of her headlock.

“Phew,” he says, voice rough from the chokehold, “thank heaven for super flexibility, right?”

Tony doesn’t have time to answer before someone grabs his arm and forces him to start running. He barely realizes it’s Clint in time to avoid punching at him—and then it stops to matter, because he’s finally outside.

He was never a very outdoorsy person before but hell, he’s ready to get into full time camping right now, relishing the wind on his face more than he could have thought possible, so happy to be let out of that damned cave of a jail cell that he barely manages to hold himself upright.

“Stark!” Clint yells in his ear with the tone of someone who’s been trying to get his attention for a bit, “they’re trying to torture Banner into hulking, we gotta move out fast!”

“He’s not gonna do it!” Tony protests even as he picks up his pace to keep up with Clint, “Bruce—”

“I’m not wondering if he wants to hold it in,” Clint replies, guiding Tony away from where a gaggle of agents are fighting a man on a horse car, “I’m wondering if he’ll be able to! He’s never had to resist torture before, we don’t know how it’ll affect him!”

Tony, still half-drunk from sudden freedom, wishes he could protest. Bruce saved his life multiple times already—sometimes as Hulk, even!—but Clint as a point. This is brand new territory, and they’re probably better off getting to safety before they start pondering the nature of Bruce’s doppelganger and how it’s gonna react to pain.

Around them, the air screams with explosions and too many voices, multiple fights breaking on the ground and across the sky as Tony lets Clint and Spiderman drag him out into what may or may not be the desert of New Mexico. He thinks he makes out a voice that sounds like thunder in the chaos but, really, there’s no way to be entirely sure.

“We gotta come back for Bruce,” he manages between two steps, dodging Clint’s elbow when he shoots at an agent.

“We gotta get you to safety,” Clint says, eyes roaming the landscape around them for something, “if Banner’s smart he’ll let the other guy come out and get him out of Fury’s hands.”

“But he’s—”

“I don’t see out back up!” Spiderman yells, “Where’s she?”

“Hell if I know! You seen a cat recently?”

Tony stumbles on the uneven ground, legs of cotton and shot vision combining to mess up with his balance, but he’s still got enough brain to despair at Clint’s words. A cat? they’re hanging their survival on a damn cat? God, they’re so lost—he’s just gonna die here and get this kid who asked for nothing down with him and then—

“Oh fuck!”

Tony twists on himself to follow Clint’s line of sight, trusting the guy to take them through a manageable path...and immediately regrets his decision.

Behind them, mounted onto some kind of vaguely horse-like mechanical monstrosity, the scarred man who visited Tony is flinging people out of his way like they’re annoying flies and not full grown adults. He’s yelling something Tony doesn’t understand but, more importantly, he’s catching up to them. Fast.

“Damn it all!” Clint shouts, “Bastet! Where the fuck are you!”

There’s a flash of grayish-pink flesh by Tony’s feet, a shape running toward the artificial horse as the scarred man prepares to shoot, and then he’s flung to the ground under the weight of a hairless lion with a snarl of hatred that shakes the air around Tony.

“The portal’s behind the rock,” the lion—lioness, judging by the voice—yells over the scarred man’s struggling body, “go!”

Tony is scrambling to turn around before Spiderman even manages to grab him—there’s a sharp pain in his guts as he runs, the exhaustion finally settling in, but he doesn’t let it stop him and keep going, passing a giant boulder at breakneck speed.

He doesn’t notice the hole until he’s already falling.

{ooo}

“Finally,” a deep, cheerful voice exclaims when Tony climbs back to consciousness, “I was beginning to think you’d never wake up!”

Trying to ignore the voice, Tony keeps his eyes closed and tries to list his injuries—there should be some, considering the day he’s had...whenever he got knocked out.

He doesn’t find anything.

Nothing hurts.

There’s no fire in his veins, no throbbing in his head, no itching and pulling around the reactor, no dull ache where he thought he’d pulled a muscle running, nothing at all.

He’s not sure what it says about him that the absence of pain is what makes him open his eyes and panic.

“Alright, alright, try to calm down,” the voice says when Tony bolts upright, “it took a while to patch you up, and probably even longer to negotiate your return with Hades, let’s not go and ruin all that good work.”

Tony turns, and stares at the woman he finds there. She’s about as tall as Thor, though her shoulders and hips are slightly narrower. Long, bleached-blond hair tumbles into a thick braid over her right shoulder, and when she walks closer to examine Tony it’s easy to spot the freckles on her golden cheeks.

“What the hell?” Tony exclaims when she inspects his wrists and there’s no trace of scarring there, “Where the fuck am I?”

“The exact answer is a little complicated,” the woman says with an apologetic smile, “so for the sake of simplicity we’ll just say it’s my infirmary, for now.”

“Right. And how long have I been in ‘your infirmary’?” Tony asks with his heart in his throat.

“A little under three days. You were awake for some of it, actually, but you kept trying to tear your glowing gadget out and re-open your wrists, so I sedated you. You should be able to get out tomorrow, depending on your state of mind...i the meantime, you can visit Anansi in the next room but going further would be a bad idea.”

Tony blinks, and takes his first proper look around the room.

White stone walls, too smooth to be natural but not enough to be a modern building, curve in as if to cover whatever is inside them. Blue light, rippling over the room like it had to get through water, mixing with the light of several candles to paint the atmosphere a golden kind of turquoise. It’s unusual and somewhere halfway between magical and spooky, but it’s also oddly soothing.

Secure, more than stifling. It’s a nice change of pace.

As for the furnitures, aside from the way they curve in to accommodate the walls, they look fairly infirmary-like. A spartan bedside table for each of the three narrow cots, a roll up tray with instruments waiting to be used, and a basket filled with whatever it is an infirmary needs to throw away. To the left, a closed door. To the right, a door left ajar, the low hum of conversation filtering through it—probably Anansi’s room, then. Tony should probably go and visit.

He doesn’t have it in him to do it, though.

He didn’t expect to wake up. didn’t even really want to, either. What does he have to come back to, these days? An empty house without Jarvis? A bunch of broken dreams? More problems than he can even begin to count? And that’s taking Loki out of the equation. Loki who, unless he’s even more of a jerk than he already showed, might come walking though that door at any moment.

Wonderful.

Honestly, tony wishes he could stop thinking about him. He’s going to have to, at some point, whether he likes it or not. Might even be a good idea to do so, in the long run. Right now though, nothing in his body hurts—not even the reactor—and his mind is just numb enough to keep him from a fall in complete despair.

It’s not ideal, but compared to the past few days it’s progress, and Tony is not going to ruin it with undue concern, thank you very much.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about Anansi’s health?”

It take tremendous effort to look at the woman again. Here eyes, almond shaped with a distinct fold at the corners, are so dark they’re almost black, but they’re warm too, and comforting. Well, there’s also a hint of reproach in there, but Tony doesn’t really have the energy to care about that.

“I assume he’ll be alright. He’s a God.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t try and be a proper friend to him. Or, you know, a polite person.”

Tony tries to snort, but it comes our more like a huff of breath. Either way, it’s not the answer the woman was angling fro, because she crosses her arms over her chest with a more obviously disapproving stare. She’s wearing an apron over a purple wool tunic, more prepared for viking ships than the imperial court of China, but what does Tony know about mythology, after all? Just ‘cause nobody talks about godly emigration doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

“Just because you’re out of it doesn’t mean you get to be an ass, Tony Stark.”

“And just ‘cause you know my name doesn’t mean you get to use it like you’re my mom,” Tony replies without much heat, “I don’t even know who you are.”

“Only because you didn’t ask.”

The woman’s voice deepens with every sentence, like her annoyance at Tony can be measured in how many octaves she can drop. She still reaches for a bowl and holds it out to Tony, with a firm ‘eat something’ when he takes it in hand.

It’s something like gruel, bland-looking on the whole, though when Tony tries it he finds nuts, honey and dried fruits as well. He doesn’t have the capacity to enjoy it in full, that’s true, but at least it tastes of something.

There are worse thing to unenthusiastically munch on.

“My name’s Sigyn, by the way.”

The name sounds vaguely familiar, but Tony doesn’t quite get why until Sigyn adds:

“You might know me as Loki’s wife.”

#MCU Fic #Tony Stark #Loki #SEADLA #Fanfiction #MCU

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oldeststoryintheuniverse · 8 years

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1-100 XD

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify!2. is your room messy or clean?It depends on my current attitude tbh3. what color are your eyes?they sort of change.4. do you like your name? why?i’m kind of indifferent at this point. i’ve never really felt like it fit me well.5. what is your relationship status?single af6. describe your personality in 3 words or lesscaring, determined, passionate7. what color hair do you have?auburn8. what kind of car do you drive? color?Yellow VW Beetle9. where do you shop?all over the place. i do a lot of shopping.10. how would you describe your style?as cute as possible always.11. favorite social media accountinstagram.12. what size bed do you have?a queen13. any siblings?technically i have one half sister.14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?right where i am. or disneyland. i have a passion for the company and i feel like i have to be contributing to its future.15. favorite snapchat filter?the bat one! when it’s available which is not as often as it should be16. favorite makeup brand(s)i only use kat von d for my foundation and beyond that…i could be flexible.17. how many times a week do you shower?at least 7 because anything less is NASTY. showering daily is extremely important for personal hygene.18. favorite tv show?doctor who but not the newest stuff.19. shoe size?6.520. how tall are you?5′4″21. sandals or sneakers?boots.22. do you go to the gym?i wish i did…i should…23. describe your dream dateHave you heard the song, “Meet Me Down on Mainstreet?” that. plus a parade and then cuddling eventually.24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?like $15 i think25. what color socks are you wearing?i’m not currently wearing socks26. how many pillows do you sleep with?1-227. do you have a job? what do you do?i’m a character attendant at WDW28. how many friends do you have?why on earth would i know a number?29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?That is a very good question…honestly i think it’s being low key salty behind someone’s back when it didn’t even hurt them at all…but my bad attitude contributed to general negativity. at least, that’s what i can think of at the moment.30. whats your favorite candle scent?that christmassy apple/cinnamon scent.31. 3 favorite boy namesI sat here for ages and i have no idea32. 3 favorite girl namesAngelique, Evangeline, and….i dunno.33. favorite actor?i appreciate many people’s talents but i don’t know if i have a favorite.34. favorite actress?^^^^35. who is your celebrity crush?again…don’t really have one.Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 36. Favorite movie?lots. alice in wonderland. other disney stuff. lord of the rings. zootopia. stuff37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?i don’t read as much as i used to. i wish i did. LOVE harry potter. and lots of other books. alice in wonderland. peter pan. stuff.38. money or brains?brains probably.39. do you have a nickname? what is it?a few. Alice, G, old ones that have kind of died out…40. how many times have you been to the hospital?a couple when i was younger. i can’t remember how many.41. top 10 favorite songsIt changes with my mood and how i’m feeling. I love love LOVE Dan Franklin’s music…I love Try Everything, and currently my favorite thing on the radio is 24 Karat Magic. i like almost all music. just not heavy screamo metal.42. do you take any medications daily?just for my allergies lol43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)i think kind of combination44. what is your biggest fear?not achieving my dream job because i have no idea what else i’d do with my life.45. how many kids do you want?no idea. that’s something to discuss with my future husband.46. whats your go to hair style?i usually either straighten it or curl it. if i’m feeling lazy, i don’t have time, or it’s really hot out, i do braided pigtails.47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)townhouse.48. who is your role model?myself, after a complicated relationship with a friend of mine and reflecting on the attitude of those around me. also judy hopps. i’m generally proud enough of my own ideals not to have to look to others. not that i never learn anything from other people, but i don’t think i have one role model. this answer sounded really self centered i apologize.49. what was the last compliment you received?when i was out at dinner a few people said i looked really pretty. and i appreciate them.50. what was the last text you sent?my friend said she was on her way over and i replied, “okie dokie.”51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?this question is bonkers, i literally worked with santa a couple weeks ago and he’s as real as I am.52. what is your dream car?i’d love something old and vintage but that’ll never run well…most newer cars i really don’t like. when mine dies i’m gonna get the final edition new beetle, hopefully.53. opinion on smoking?don’t do it. it’s destructive to you and those around you. 54. do you go to college?yep. almost done. thank goodness. 55. what is your dream job?i want to be best friends with disney characters and help them make magic for our guests. :)56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?probably the suburbs57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?YES I STEAL THEM ALL58. do you have freckles?yep. not my favorite thing but they are inescapable. 59. do you smile for pictures?of course!60. how many pictures do you have on your phone?a couple hundred, i think61. have you ever peed in the woods?honestly i can’t remember if i might’ve done it like once as a child, but if i did i literally can’t remember. 62. do you still watch cartoons?the word “cartoon” is ambiguous. for me it has kind of a negative connotation. but i do watch animated movies and tv and stuff, yes63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?wendy’s if i have to choose, although almost all fast food makes me feel sick.64. Favorite dipping sauce?ketchup or ranch. or that sweet and sour stuff from mcdonald’s but i never eat there anymore.65. what do you wear to bed?pjs.66. have you ever won a spelling bee?i’ve never even been in a spelling bee, but i’d probably lose.67. what are your hobbies?photography (i’m hoping to get to do that again soon…my muscles don’t like me), painting, stuff68. can you draw?i’m mediocre at best.69. do you play an instrument?i mostly remember how to play flute and piccolo from high school and i can do a little piano but not much.70. what was the last concert you saw?i honestly can’t remember. it’s been a really long time since i’ve been to a legitimate concert. i sat here for a while but could not remember.71. tea or coffee?tea!72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?that depends entirely on the item i’m purchasing73. do you want to get married?some day74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?n. e. for non-existent amirite75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES76. what color looks best on you?blue, in my opinion77. do you miss anyone right now?always78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?usually closed.79. do you believe in ghosts?i don’t have enough evidence to make a decision80. what is your biggest pet peeve?i think working at disney has caused me to develop TOO MANY.81. last person you calledmy mother82. favorite ice cream flavor?chocolate!83. regular oreos or golden oreos?regular. but without the frosting.84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?neither i do not like sprinkles85. what shirt are you wearing?a sweatshirt i wear around the house from 2014 wdw86. what is your phone background?for the first time ever i changed my lock screen to a picture of just me, and my home screen is me and Lotso87. are you outgoing or shy?much more on the outgoing side88. do you like it when people play with your hair?yes please89. do you like your neighbors?i don’t really know my neighbors but i know i’m not fond of the ones directly across from me due to their recent choices in lawn decor.90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?yes both91. have you ever been high?nope92. have you ever been drunk?nope93. last thing you ate?hello panda94. favorite lyrics right now”So now I’m all run out of my regrets this time. I’ve got nothing left, I’ve got no more tears to cry. Baby turn around, and don’t come back this time. I need to start again, I’m only starting at the finish line.”95. summer or winter?winter96. day or night?night usually97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?milk!98. favorite month?october?99. what is your zodiac signlibra100. who was the last person you cried in front of?i got a little teary last night at work in front of eeyore. last time i cried before that was by myself…i don’t know the true answer to this question

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