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auxiliarydetective · 2 years ago

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Love and War, Chapter 9

Foxholes

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When people talked about the worst times of the war, lots of times, the name that was called was Bastogne. How the soldiers had spent weeks in their foxholes with little supplies, little gear, little movement. Maybe, if Anita had been a soldier, she would have agreed. But she wasn’t. Yes, she had lost her squad at Bastogne. She had lost one of her best friends. But Bastogne had only been there to prepare her for what was to come at Foy. First Tessa, then Hoobler… and then Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye. While Tessa’s lifeless body had kept Anita awake for a night, the images from that day haunted her even in her sleep. But it wasn’t the last time her heart would shatter.

It had been a fairly mild evening for the Ardennes winter and a calm one at that, so calm that, after dinner, Anita hadn’t had to immediately crawl back into a foxhole. Instead, she was chatting with Muck, Penkala, Luz and Don between the trees. Luz, his usual jester self, was entertaining the group and looking joyous as ever while doing it. This time, he had a story to tell about Lieutenant Dike during one of the last shellings.

“It’s unbelievable," he said. “You might not believe it. So: You-know-who comes running up to Lipton. He’s got no helmet, no gear, no nothin’.” Then, he once again started one of his imitations. His impression of Dike was spot-on. “Uh, First Sergeant Lipton, you organize things here and I’m gonna go for… help.”

Anita grinned widely. Poor Foxhole Norman. In over his head. She felt a little bad laughing about him. But laughing was the best thing to do right now. Why not relish every last bit of joy they got?

“I need to polish my oak leaf clusters.”

“Hey, Luz," Lipton called.

He had approached the group from behind the trees. Maybe there was something important to discuss. Or maybe this was just the sign for their little group to disperse. So, everyone said goodbye for the night and headed off in different directions. Luz and Lipton in one, Muck and Penkala in another and Don and Anita in a third.

“What a lovely night," Don said, taking Anita’s hand as they walked. “Even lovelier to spend it with a beautiful lady like you.”

“What a charmer," Anita chuckled. “You’re right, it really is lovely. You can see the stars. Look, I think that’s Orion.”

“Yeah. And look, there, the big dipper.”

“It’s almost funny. Thousands of miles from home and the stars are still the same.”

They paused for a while, looking up at the skies above.

“Hey, Annie," Don said slowly, “once this is all over, how would you like to visit Oregon?”

“You mean come home with you?”

“Yeah, I, uh," Don stammered, “I didn’t wanna say it like that, but yeah.”

“Why shouldn’t you say it?” Anita questioned squeezing his hand.

Don froze for a second. He looked flustered, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, though maybe they were just red from the cold. Anita loved seeing him like this. It was adorable. He was just like the day she had first met him, with those kind, lively eyes. “Well, because… you know, it sounds almost like a proposal and, uh, we’re not even together yet.”

“Well, would you like to be?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Donald Malarkey, would you like to be my boyfriend?”

Don beamed, a sparkle in his eyes that travelled over to Anita, making her feel all warm and fuzzy. What had she done to deserve him?

“Yeah!�� Don grinned. “Absolutely, yeah!”

“You know, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for a while now," Anita remarked cheekily. “Figured I might as well take matters into my own hands.”

That made it sound like she had been planning to ask him for a long time. But really, this had been an impulse decision. If there was one thing Anita had learned out in the Ardennes, it was to think less. To trust her instincts. She knew, deep down, had known for a while now, that Don was the one for her. Between shattered trees, Don took both her hands and pulled her into a kiss, a kiss sweet as sugar.

A loud bang stopped the moment abruptly. Immediately, Don yanked Anita forward, running through the snow. Another barrage. Why did it always happen at the worst time? Then again, there was never a good time. They found an empty foxhole and hurled themselves into it, bodies pressed against each other as the world around them was shaken by artillery shells. It was almost like this was the worst one yet. Blazes of light flickered in the night, so bad that they had to close their eyes to not go insane. When the barrage finally stopped, they stayed curled up together, feeling each other’s breathing, listening to each other’s heartbeat. Only very slowly, they moved apart again.

A figure moved closer through the trees. Only when it had gotten within a few feet did Anita recognize who it was: It was Lipton.

“Hey," he said somberly, squatting down next to the foxhole. “Malark?”

“Hey, Lip," Don replied, the hint of a smile on his lips. “That was a doozy, huh? Seems like the Germans are angry today.”

“Yeah… Listen… Muck and Penkala got hit. They didn’t make it.”

Anita’s eyes widened. Immediately, she looked over at Don. All the life had faded out of his eyes. It was like you could see the shattered pieces of his heart through them.

“Do you want to see their foxhole?”

Don nodded jerkily. He scrambled up from the ground like a rusty marionette. That was really the best way to put it, despite the fact that marionettes, being made of wood, couldn’t rust. But just like that, Anita had never thought she would see Don like this. Quickly, she got up and followed him and Lipton. She caught up with them and took Don’s hand, rubbing her thumb across his skin. He looked at her, though only through the corner of his eye, and without feeling.

When they reached the foxhole, it was barely recognizable as one anymore. Just a hole of dirt where the shell had hit. But what was even harder to imagine was that there had been humans in there. There was nothing left of them. Only a piece of Skip’s rosary that Don would carry with him for the rest of the war, the rest of his life even.

After that, Don wasn’t the same anymore. He wouldn't eat, hardly move, just sit around in silence staring at the rosary. Anita would sit with him, hoping it would give him some sort of comfort. As they sat there, together, Don would pull her close as if trying to convince himself she was still there, alive, real.

“Hey, Annie," Don spoke into the silence, rosary in one hand, the other wrapped around Anita’s waist.

“Yes?” Anita replied, looking at him with a spark of hope in her eyes.

“You’ve got to promise me that you won’t die. Alright?”

“I promise," Anita said. She had no control over it. Both of them knew. But she wanted to give him a sense of security. At least a little bit.

“Stay away from anything dangerous. Don’t go wandering around in the woods, stay in a foxhole if you can, just… Please, don’t put yourself in danger.”

“I won’t.” Not if I can avoid it.

“And… if you can… stay with me, okay? I like to know you’re here. I, uh, I need you here.”

“Of course.”

It was easier said than done. How was Anita supposed to keep those promises? There was no safe place for her to be. If anything, it might be further back, where she always went to cook food for the men. Or maybe with Captain Winters, back at Battalion CP. Well, there was also the aid station, but she was no nurse. This time, she hoped, the aid station would stay intact. It was in an open field, not in a city, made of tents, not in a building. The large red cross on its roof made it identifiable from the air. Hopefully, the Germans weren’t barbaric enough to have it bombed. Anita still made herself believe that the aid station being hit during the bombing of Bastogne had been a mistake. The Germans hadn’t known that that church had been an aid station. Deep down, Anita couldn’t shake off giving humanity to the Germans. There were people like Liebgott who saw them as nothing but barbarians and monsters and frankly, she found herself sometimes thinking that too. But they had to still be human, right? Lots of those soldiers had to be drafted, had to not want to be there. She was strengthened in that belief by the story Don had told of the German soldier he had met shortly after D-Day. Not all of those people down there in Foy, in the tanks, firing their guns could be monsters.

Later that day, Easy was back to its old position and Don and Anita sat in a foxhole, staring out at Foy beyond the trees. One day, Easy would have to run into that town and take it. Anita dreaded that day. She knew a lot less about combat than the soldiers did, but enough that, with Lieutenant Dike leading the attack, it could end badly. That was when First Sergeant Lipton approached them. Anita was already expecting him to announce the attack on Foy. But he didn’t.

“Hey, Malark," he said. “Hey, uh, didn’t I hear you say you wanted to bring home a luger for your kid brother?”

Don looked up at him with widened eyes, just a little life returning to them.

“Yeah…”

Lipton reached into one of the pockets of his jacket.

“Why don’t you, uh, why don’t you give him that?”

So that was what a luger looked like. Anita had seen pictures but never the real thing. An angled grip with a circular trigger guard, a rather boxy barrel and a long, thin muzzle. A weapon just like this had killed Donald Hoobler and now, it was in Don’s hands.

“It’s Hoob’s, right?” Don asked. It seemed he had had the same train of thought.

“Yeah," Lipton said. “I… I was gonna get rid of it, but… I don’t know. … Listen," he continued, changing the subject. “Captain Winters was wondering if you wanted to go back to Battalion and work as his runner for a few days.”

Get off the line, a change of pace, motion, different scenery. Maybe it would take his mind off things. But Don shook his head.

“Tell him thanks," he said. “Imma stay here.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he gazed at Anita. She was halfway expecting him to suggest her instead, to get her to the closest thing to safety. But he didn’t. After all, he still knew Anita’s wishes to be at the frontline and he still respected them, despite the danger, despite how much he worried.

“Well, look, why don’t you at least come back for an hour or so?” Lipton suggested. “Say goodbye to Buck. I’m sure it’ll mean a lot to him.”

“Alright," Don agreed. His eyes had gone back to the luger. It had an eerie fascination on him, Anita thought.

“You be careful with that," Lipton told him. Then he left.

For a while, Don and Anita sat in silence. Anita watched Don admire the luger, turn it in his hands, inspect it from all sides, sometimes hold it up in front of him as if to fire. With each and every second he held it, Anita’s anxiety grew.

“Hey, Don," she finally said, “could you do me a favour?”

“Yeah, what is it?” Don replied, finally looking up from the gun.

“Could you take out the magazine and give me the bullets? They’d be safe with me, they’d be the only bullets I have. No chance of me accidentally using or losing them.”

“You don’t trust it. You think it’ll go off.”

“Can you blame me? It’s happened before, I don’t want it to happen again. I want to at least know that, if it does go off, there’s no way you can get hurt.”

“Alright.”

So, Don took out the magazine. Six bullets. It looked like the magazine could hold eight. At least one other had killed Hoobler. As Anita held the bullets in her hand, she felt a sort of security. Now, it was made sure that another couldn’t hurt Don. At least in that regard, he was safe. She put the bullets into a small pouch within her bag, one that was usually meant to hold items like keys or coins in more domestic environments.

“Well, I’d better go say goodbye to Buck," Don said and got up.

Anita nodded. “Give him my best wishes.”

Despite the world-shaking incident that was the death of Muck and Penkala, the war continued. War didn’t care about personal losses, saw soldiers only for their manpower. But the soldiers themselves cared. Anita cared. She felt her shattered heart ache every time she saw Don sitting there with the rosary, every time he relapsed to that empty stare the death of his friends had taught him. Only a few days later, the dreaded attack on Foy came knocking on Easy Company’s door. Well, surely the men didn’t dread it, but Anita did. Or maybe they did, too. From the moment the attack was announced, Anita noticed changes in the men’s behaviour. They were tense. Very quickly, she found out why: None of them wanted to follow Lieutenant Dike into battle. Nonetheless, they would have to.

From the moment the men started taking their positions, Anita felt like an electrical current was running through her. Don took her hand and kissed her forehead. Both of them knew exactly why, though neither of them wanted to name it. For a while, Anita stayed behind at the tent where she made the meals, leaning against a tree. She felt cold. Cold, not only physically, but emotionally. It felt like shivers ran across her heart. Meanwhile, her mind felt like a carousel. When she heard machine guns in the distance, she knew it had begun. She tried to keep herself as calm as possible, told herself that the men would do their job and do it well, like they always had, but her mind was stuck beyond the trees, out on the battlefield. After a while, she couldn’t take it anymore. She got out of the foxhole and started walking towards the gunfire. Of course, she wasn’t going to go into battle. She had promised Don she would stay out of trouble. But god damn it, she needed to see it. It was like back at Aldbourne, only worse, because she was so tantalizingly close but completely powerless. The least she could do was get a look at what was going on.

At the edge of the forest, soldiers knelt in the snow. Another company, waiting, in reserve. In front of them, Captain Winters, Captain Nixon and Colonel Sink stood, overlooking the situation. For a few moments, Anita stood at the back, staring out at Foy in the distance. But what was that? Nobody was moving. Behind some hut-shaped hay bales covered in snow, soldiers that had to belong to Easy were huddled together like sardines. It was then that Anita got the feeling that something was going horribly wrong. Without thinking, she walked forward. She came to a halt next to Nixon who held a pair of binoculars to his eyes. When he put them down, he spotted her through the corner of his eye. For a moment he was perplexed, but then he sighed.

“Worried?” he asked quietly.

“Yes," Anita whispered. “What’s going on?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

“You better get Dike on that radio to me now," Winters barked into a radio.

Anita had never seen him like this. He was completely tense and seemingly furious.

“Dike must’ve told the men to fall back against Dick’s orders," Nixon continued. “They were supposed to go in before the Germans could get their mortars and artillery ready but now, they’re sitting ducks.”

“My god," Anita murmured.

She felt Colonel Sink eyeing her, but her gaze was fixated on the men in the distance, her ears ringing with gunfire.

“Get going forward!” Winters yelled.

A runner had gotten from the hay bales to a building with another group of soldiers. Another had gotten shot down. Now, some movement got into the group behind the house. Three of them broke off from the group and started running for some cover further into the city but one of them immediately got shot. Machine gun fire flared up in the clocktower of the town’s church. Whenever someone tried to move, they only got two steps forward before dying or having to take cover again.

“You have to keep moving!” Winters shouted desperately. His heart carrying him, he ran forward towards the edge of the woods, towards the battlefield.

“Dick!” Nixon called and followed him. “Dick!”

“Captain Winters!” Colonel Sink yelled. “God dammit, you do not go out there! You’re the battalion commander, now get back here!”

Anita felt like she was about to explode from all the scurrying under her skin. She knew next to nothing about battles, but the yells of Captain Winters, the gunfire and the images before her made her feel like she was among those men, sitting ducks, waiting to get killed. She desperately hoped that none of her friends were among the men already dead in the snow.

Silently cursing himself, Winters turned around. Anita could see the conflict in his eyes, his feelings shaking him.

“I understand your attachment to Easy Company," Sink said, “but- “

“SPEIRS!” Winters shouted over his superior officer. “Get yourself over here!”

Speirs, the CO of D Company, dutifully came running. He was a legend. Even Anita had heard of him.

“Get out there and relieve Dike and take that attack on end.”

Speirs followed these orders without a word. Anita watched him reach the men behind the hay bales, attaching her last bits of hope to him. If Captain Winters couldn’t go out there and do it, he would have to lead Easy to victory or at least to safety. If anyone could, it was him. Despite the horrifying stories that had been told about him, there were also ones of heroism, of leadership quality, and those were the ones that Anita clung to now. Finally, movement came into the group. She could spot the men preparing to fire mortars. The shell hit a building in the city. As soon as the explosion flared up, Easy started running. Anita’s heart jumped, she felt like she was among them, felt with them on every step. But one man stayed behind, right where everyone had been huddled. A single man sat in the snow, motionless.

“Is that-?” Anita whispered.

“Dike," Nixon confirmed, binoculars to his eyes.

“Reed," Winters said sharply. The anger in his eyes made a shiver run down Anita’s spine. His eyes weren’t kind anymore, they were harsh and menacing. He would tell her off, wouldn’t he? “Go over there and get Dike to me now.”

“Yes, sir," Anita said, trying to hide how perplexed she was.

As she started running, she couldn’t help but think of her promise to Don. But what use was it? An order was an order. Deep down, she felt proud to receive one like this. “Stay away from combat situations," they had told her, and now here she was. Essentially a runner. Inside her, she felt the same contempt for Dike the men had to have. His foolishness had cost many lives and would surely have ended in disaster had it not been for Winters sending Speirs.

When she reached Dike, his eyes were opened wide, staring. Scarlet red tinted one of his sleeves. That was when Anita realized what had happened: He was shellshocked. Now, she almost felt bad.

“Lieutenant Dike," she said, kneeling down in front of him. But he didn’t look at her. “ Sir! … Norman!”

Finally, their eyes met.

“You need to come back to Captain Winters with me.”

He said nothing, just sat there and stared. Then, he nodded jerkily.

“Alright. Can you get up? Can you stand?”

Slowly, like he was rusted, Dike started moving, scrambling about. She held her hands out to him. After a few seconds, he took them and let himself be pulled up. He swayed a little as he stood, relying on Anita for support.

“Take your time. We’re behind cover, we’re safe. Take a deep breath, in and out. There we go. In… and out. Very good. Are you feeling a little better?”

Dike nodded.

“Can you run?”

He nodded again.

“Good. On three. Ready? One… two… three!”

Then, she took off sprinting, pulling Dike along with her. He had some difficulties, stumbling, but he followed. Finally, they reached the trees. Anita delivered Dike safely to Captain Winters. Winters could barely keep himself contained before yelling:

“What was that, Lieutenant?! I told you explicitly to get in there fast! What the hell were you thinking?!”

To this, Dike stayed silent. Anita returned to Nixon’s side, overlooking the battle. From here, everyone was faceless. All the soldiers together were one unit. Without a word, Nixon offered Anita his binoculars. She took them, the faceless soldiers turning into individuals. She could see Perconte being treated by a medic, Bull not far away from him, Liebgott behind a large cart, Luz with his radio next to Lipton and Don on the opposite side of the road. But who captivated her the most was Speirs, running through the enemies all by himself. Seeing him like this, his courage, his determination, Anita was sure: With him leading Easy, things would be okay.

#band of brothers #band of brothers oc #oc: anita reed #fanfiction

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aki13th · 2 years ago

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#serial killer au #fun fact about these guys! #out of all the dippers ive made this one sleeps the best! #sleeps like a baby after axing a domestic abuser #crazed serial surgeon bill was his own first patient and gouged his eye out with a fork when he was 16 #it stung! #they obviously figure it out after a while #im thinking one of bills victims escapes and runs into dipper #trying to tell this detective he knows who the killer is #and dippers face suddenly turns deathly serious #out of the frying pan into the fire for this poor victim rip #i imagine dipper really has to contemplate if bill categorizes as a 'bad guy' #i mean... he's a killer. but like. same? #okay okay. Dipper's moral compass wavers this one time and he decides not to ax his partner for being the other killer #bill is obviously ecstatic about the revelation #gives his beautiful little killer a kiss while there's still blood on his own mouth #gross #but what a convenience the reveal would be! bill only ever killed for the rush of dissection #and dippers not gonna stop hunting down criminals anytime soon. bill gets to ease up on the night prowling then and just wait #his pinetree will be back soon with another lovely body (the first being his own of course vuv) #yes bill does think Dipper's hot splattered in blood slightly breathless and only slightly mortified by his own deeds. its cute (via thatonegayship)

SERIAL KILLER AU 🥺👉👈

Bill and Dipper are long-time friends and partners of Gravity Falls' detective department, and they've been on the same case for over 4 years.

They've solved other crimes on the side; their record's pretty impressive. Except for the string of murders they've yet to stop, and who exactly is behind it. It's up to them to catch whoever's been out and about slaying the citizens of Gravity falls.

Problem: they're the killers.

Aaaaaand, they have no idea that their partner is the other one.

Bill started the whole thing because of his strange obsession with organs and teeth; he's really just looking for a good dissection.

Dipper's got it out for criminals in general. Anyone who deserves it (which doesn't include himself, apparently).

When it all starts, they both think they're the only killer on the block, only to start getting these cases, examine the victim's bodies, and realizing- oh, that's definitely not my handy work.

Now they're boarder line obsessed with figuring out who the other murderer is, all while pretending- in the presence of their "oblivious" partner- that there's only one killer. They split up the work (Bill takes Dipper's victims, Dipper takes Bill's), and have been on each other's trails for years.

Maybe it's admiration. Maybe it's something more. Maybe they're both just crazy.

#reblog #fanart #gravity falls #billdip #serial killer au #bill cipher #dipper pines #tw blood

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pinesconessecrets · 6 years ago

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Ice to Meet You

Merry Christmas @ladynightmare12 ! I hope you enjoy the fic!! <: I had a lot of fun with the soulmate AU, since it’s something I’ve always enjoyed. I combined it with the first meetings AU too. Have a great Christmas! <3

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Wirt had given up on trying to find his soulmate when he was thirteen. He still remembered the conversation that came after he mentioned it to his mom. She had choked on her tea, wheezing until she’d managed to regain control of herself again. Then began the spiel about, “Oh, sweetie. You’ll meet her at some point in your life, don’t give up now!” and Wirt just sighed. Internally, of course. He didn’t want to upset his mom any further. A good bit of everyone in his grade had found their soulmate, leaving Wirt feeling terribly alone. Sara tried to comfort him, except she ran into her soulmate a few months later; it was some guy named Brian. That was a fun day.

He was a little more than relieved to graduate high school, which meant moving away to a college in a different state. A college in Oregon had caught his eye and he applied, half expecting to get denied. But lo and behold, the college actually accepted him and even had a full ride scholarship too.

Greg was against Wirt moving across the country when he broke the news. Wirt reassured him that he would call every day and keep in touch. He wouldn’t be left out just because Wirt didn’t live in the same house anymore.

Wirt enjoyed the trip to Oregon. His parents rented a small u-Haul for the stuff Wirt could take to put in his dorm. He was lucky enough to score a single person room, complete with his own bathroom. He didn’t think he could have managed if he had to share a dorm and a bathroom, much less having to suffer from public bathrooms.

They made the drive out to be like a mini vacation, taking their time since they left a few days early. Wirt’s nerves almost got the best of him a few times, the realization of him living somewhere that wasn’t with his mom and stepdad. Thankfully Greg managed to quickly distract him before he grew too anxious, eerily able to quickly figure out when his nerves were beginning to act up.

With the help of everyone, it didn’t take long before Wirt’s room was set up. He still had a few things to tweak here and there, like moving his desk closer to the window and hanging up his poems on the walls. He didn’t have much time to be particularly picky about how his room was set up with his parents and brother around.

They stayed in town for a few days, exploring the place with Wirt in tow. It definitely was a college town considering the absurd amount of fast food restaurants around. Like seriously, who needed this many fast food places? At least there were a few cafes for Wirt to hang out in. Cafes were pretty sweet places to chill at and they had a great effect on Wirt when it came to writing poetry. He was excited about that.

Tears were shed by his mom and Greg on the day they had to leave. Greg made Wirt promise to call him every day, and that was a rock fact. Wirt lingered in the parking lot for a bit longer than he intended, staring off into space before letting out a long sigh. He hoped he would be able to survive the semester before Christmas break. His next adventure in life had begun, only to bring challenges he had no way to prepare for.

Wirt got to studying diligently when the semester began. The majority of his classes were the core classes every freshman were required to take, including math. Thank god that he only needed to take two semesters of it due to his major in English. Math was one of his most detested classes; it was the worst. Maybe he was being overly dramatic, but Wirt would rather prefer to listen to someone scrape their nails on a chalkboard repeatedly for hours than be stuck in math class for even an hour. The entire point was above him, and the fact that other kids were majoring in math just blew his mind. They were to be feared.

The semester started out slow but picked up steam as the weeks went on. Midterms came and went, letting Wirt breathe a sigh of relief when his passing grades were posted.

He video called Greg before he went out trick or treating on Halloween, both happy and mortified that Greg decided to go as a garden gnome. Their trip to the Unknown was still very present in their minds years after it happened. At least now it was easier to deal with, and they didn’t have to worry about being sent into a fit of panic when winter rolled around anymore. Wirt admitted that Greg wore the outfit far better than he did, earning a protest of “No, you wore it better!” from Greg. They bickered back and forth until their mom told them to knock it out or else Greg wouldn’t be getting any candy that year. That shut Greg up and he hastily told Wirt goodbye and that he’d show him how much candy he got before going to bed.

Wirt found himself growing progressively more stressed as the end of the semester rolled around. His professors shoved study guides down their student’s throats and made it very clear that passing their finals would make or break their grades. Wirt found himself spending more and more time at his favorite cafe. He would have been surprised that he hadn’t drunk all of their tea if he wasn’t so stressed about passing his finals.

A week before finals, the unthinkable happened.

Wirt was on his way to the Jasmine Brew Cafe, lost in thought about his upcoming math final. It was the one he dreaded the most, and rightfully so. Other students in his class struggled as much as he did. The professor didn’t know how to break down the lesson so other kids could understand what he was trying to teach. Wirt barely managed to understand what the heck he was talking about most the time, and he hoped it would be enough.

Of course, the dork was so lost in thought that he wasn’t watching where he was walking. His foot made contact with frozen ice on the sidewalk, causing him to slip and fall down to the pavement. Wirt miraculously held onto his notebooks, laying on his back, winded from his fall.

Someone with unruly brown hair peered down at him with a look of mild concern. Wirt wished he could turn invisible because he knew that everyone around him saw what just happened.

“Hi there. It’s ice to meet you finally.” The other boy paused, before continuing. “I hope that’s not weird? I’ve seen you around campus before and I noticed you were always alone and I was going to say hi but I always got distracted and oh my god I’m sorry I’m kinda rambling. I tend to do that a lot and my sister always punches me and yep I’m gonna shut up now.”

Wirt’s wrist burned. That was what his stupid soulmate mark said. ‘Hi there, it’s ice to meet you finally.’

He wanted to say something witty back, but all that could come out of his mouth was, “Was that a motherfucking pun?” He rarely cussed, but dangit he was sleep deprived and angry that he was stupid enough to fall and slip on ice.

The other boy blanched, his extended hand frozen in shock. Wirt shuffled to his feet, clutching his notebooks to his chest. An awkward silence enveloped the two, only to be broken by the other boy.

“Do you want to go somewhere warm? Get some coffee or something?”

Wirt broke free of his surprise. “Uh, um, sure. I was heading to the Jasmine Brew Cafe to get some studying done. It’s right up the street here.”

“Cool. I’ve only been there once or twice, so lead the way.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at Wirt expectantly.

“Right.” Wirt turned on his heels and began walking to the cafe, fidgeting with the spiral of a notebook. He knew that he was probably acting slightly like a jerk. Okay, a lot like a jerk. He had spent the majority of his teenage years resenting the idea of soulmates, knowing he’d never find his and that he’d live the rest of his life alone. But look what happened. He ran into his soulmate.

The rush of warm air made Wirt feel grateful for heating, heading to his usual spot by the wall. He sat with his back to the wall, and a large window to his left. Being able to look out into the street helped declutter his mind.

He almost relaxed, until the other boy - his soulmate - slid into the chair across from him. He looked as nervous as Wirt was.

“I’m Dipper, by the way. I don’t think I introduced myself yet.”

“Wirt. It’s um, nice to meet you, I guess,” he mumbled, his awkwardness hitting him like a fricking train. Now that the fact that yep, him finding his soulmate was a thing, was starting to sink in, a feeling of panic also begun to set in too.

“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re freaking out there a little. I mean, I’m kinda freaking out too, but that’s because I’m super pumped to have finally run into my soulmate.” Dipper looked giddy almost.

Wirt chewed on a nail. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I gave up on finding my soulmate years ago, so I never thought I would actually run into them. I hope you don’t think I’m a jerk or anything because oh my god I feel so bad for being cold to you.”

When Dipper was silent, Wirt looked up to find him holding back a snicker. With the biggest shit eating grin, Dipper replied, “Was that a motherfucking pun?”

“Oh my god.” Wirt groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Do not use my own words against me.”

“Kinda hard to considering they’re right here.” Dipper rolled his sleeve back, revealing the words scrawled across his arm. God, they were even in Wirt’s own handwriting. How crazy was that?

Wirt reached out to touch the words on Dipper’s arm, stopping short once he realized what he was about to do. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it’s a lot to take in. But I don’t mind if you wanna take a closer look at them.” His voice was quiet.

Figuring that he may as well roll with the punches, Wirt pulled his own sleeve back, exposing Dipper’s godawful pun written on the inside of his forearm. Dipper didn’t hesitate before running his fingers over Wirt’s pale skin, tracing the scratchy letters of his own handwriting. It looked different from his own, his letters rushed and hurried versus the flowing loops of Wirt’s.

Wirt finally caved and traced the words on Dipper’s arm. The two dorks sat in silence, no words needing to be exchanged as they let the importance of the day truly sink in.

The corners of Dipper’s mouth quirked up in a grin after a while. “So, did you wanna get a coffee and chat? And maybe tell me how you’ve bean all these years.”

Wirt had a feeling the puns weren’t ever going to stop.

#Pinescone #Pinescone Secret Santa #Pinescone Secret Santa 2018 #Wirt #Dipper #OTGW #GF #submission

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secretsappyabode · 3 years ago

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TIFF my crowned Rapscallion, I would love to know your relationship dynamic with Dipper and Mabel!! Do you have any bonding activities you like to do with Mabel, or Dipper, or both :D???? I'm looking forward to finding out✨🧡👑!!!!!

Rascal Tex @tex-treasures

HEWWO RASCAL TEX!!!!!! thank you for waiting ive been v busy with work and stuff lately, but im playing catch up now :3

sweet dipper and mabel my BELOVED NIBLINGS, ok heres some headcanons for their relationship with my grauntie s/i :>

-grauntie tiff is mabel's confidant and dipper's hype man.

-if you thought the grunkles were scarily protective, the grauntie is on a whole different level (shes been dragged out of the kids' school a few times yelling at the principal ((sometimes by the kids themselves)))

-tiff got along VERY quickly with mabel. being on similar wave lengths, the pair are an unstoppable force of glitter and singing

-during their first summer in gravity falls, mabel begged grunkle stan to sign her up to join tiff's singing classes and stan (freaking out at the possibility of having to SPEAK to tiff again after all these years of.....miscommunication) begrudgingly does so

-"if you don't like your first lesson, your out. i refuse to pay the same amount i pay for my dental every week." "grunkle stan it's only $20"

-dipper was a bit nervous about getting close with her, considering how similar she is to mabel and the fact that she's a retired broadway star. thinking her as someone who's classy and a refined professional (she wouldnt wanna hang out with me she likes mabel more anyway, she probably thinks im a loser)

-he tried to impress her with his smarts and heroic endeavours by taking her monster hunting, but things kept going awry with tiff having to save both of them from being eaten.

-surprised at her for being so quick and clever with the monsters, dipper asks if she's done this before. "well yeah, duh, why else did you think i came with you, i wanted to show you what i was capable of" "wait what??? but i was trying to impress you???"

-this got the both of them to open up to each other. dipper was worried he'd be left behind again if mabel kept getting more friends to hang out with. tiff used to go on multiple adventures with a lover friend in her youth and wanted to prove that she still got it!! her spunk, yknow?

-after that day, dipper made sure to include tiff in his mystery hunting if she wasn't busy. tiff encouraged dipper to come to her classes (if not to participate, at least watch his sister)

-as they get older, tiff is the best at giving "grown up advice" so the twins go to her for their problems, or if they just need comfort and support. this includes a lot of phone calls that go on until 2am, but that don't matter when you've got kids to look out for.

-some guy is being creepy? tiff knows how to handle that. dealing with sexuality/gender identity issues? she gives her everlasting love and support. worried about failing an exam? reminds them of their worth and their capabilities, no matter the outcome.

-tiff is def the grauntie that gives her niblings the expensive presents. she spoils them rotten

-the treatment she gives to the twins also goes to the rest of the gang; soos, wendy, candy, grenda, and eventually pacifica

-she takes the twins to see broadway shows that are performing, and for some she has written songs for.

-tiff and mabel make time together for knitting therapy, where they just sit down and knit for the whole day (so.....many.....sweaters.....)

-tiff and dipper run movie marathons. sometimes the whole fam joins them, other times its just the two. their first one was lord of the rings.

and thats pretty much all ive got!! thank you so much for the ask tex!!! i hope you and bond enjoy a nice cozy evening by the fire with ur pets sleeping on ur laps, reading books and having a warm drink :3

#s/i tag #lovely people #my heart lies in the falls #i feel like i shld make a tag for dip and mab if i do wanna talk abt them more #little spark #common bonds

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radioactivedelorean · 8 years ago

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Light at the Darkest Time

Brain Trauma AU Masterpost

Based on a conversation I was having with @nour386 - this might be added to the final story, when I eventually get there!

(idk, I really felt like writing something like this all of a sudden)

@witete @a-million-chromatic-dreams @crossroadsdimension @sixerpines @transformersg1fan271

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“Mr Pines? Could I have a quick word with you outside, please?” A doctor poked his head through the doorway into Ford’s room, looking across at Stan with a clipboard in his hands. “It’s about your brother’s condition.”

“Of course, one sec,” Stan got up from his chair and arched his back. He winced as it popped and cracked in protest. He ruffled Ford’s hair lightly, the older twin remaining unresponsive. “I’ll be back in a minute, bud.”

Stan joined the doctor outside in the hallway, taking note of the fact that a nurse was with him. “Have you found out what’s wrong with him yet? It’s been like three weeks, surely you’ve found something.”

The doctor exchanged a glance with the nurse beside him. “I’m afraid not. In fact, I have been having a discussion with the nurses monitoring him and we have concluded that there isn’t much we can do for him at this stage.” Stan felt his heart skip a beat. He tried not to think of the worst case scenario. “What do you mean?”

“I regret to inform you of this, but your brother’s condition is only deteriorating. He’s completely paralysed and as each day passes his condition gets worse. There is nothing we can do to help him from this point forward.” The doctor frowned. “I’m sorry, but we believe that it is best if you start thinking about end-of-life choices, if you haven’t been doing so already.”

“End of life choices?!” Stan snapped. “You mean he’s dying?!” He said this in a hissing whisper, knowing full well Ford could hear every word.

“Mr Pines he’s been on a life support machine for the past week and has been on oxygen for two weeks.” The doctor said. “Fairly soon he won’t be able to so much as open his eyes. He is already totally paralysed and without that oxygen mask he would not be able to breathe. At this rate, the future for him only holds more suffering.”

“There has to be something left that you can do!” Stan exclaimed.

“There isn’t, I’m afraid. Frankly it is a miracle in itself that he has managed to survive this long.”

Stan forced back the tears that threatened to spill over. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Ford had fought so long and so hard to stay alive and now they were going to put him down like some sick or injured pet?! “Well you know what? My brother is the strongest, most stubborn and damn well the most tenacious man I’ve ever met. If you think he’d want to just give up after all this then you’re wrong!”

“Mr Pines,” The doctor’s voice hardened. “We’ve looked over his file a hundred times, trying to find something that would help him. We’ve come up with nothing. There are drugs available that would give him a temporary solution but they are incredibly expensive and neither yours nor his medical care covers it, not even combined. The drugs would only offer a temporary cure. Judging by the severity of his condition, they would wear off rather quickly and he would only deteriorate once more. The only choice we have at this stage is to turn off those machines.”

“You can’t!” Stan cried out. “Th-there’s gotta be another way, I refuse to sit there and watch my brother die!”

“Mr Pines,” The nurse said softly, one hand on his shoulder in a weak attempt at soothing him. “This is something that is far beyond our capabilities by this point. Not even the most skilled doctors in the world would be able to help him. The best thing we can do for him is to cut the machines.”

Stan swallowed back the lump in his throat. “Th-then what?”

“We will just have to hope that his suffering ends quickly.”

Stan felt as though he had been repetitively hit in the stomach with a sack of bricks. “Y-you don’t understand! I’ve waited all my life to finally be able to sail on a boat with him! It’s been our dream since we were kids. We were so close - you can’t take this away from him so soon! We worked so hard to get here and now you’re telling me the best thing we can do for him is kill him?!”

“As unfortunate as your situation is, we must think of what is best for your brother. Do you truly believe he wants to remain living at this point?”

Stan tried desperately to hold back tears. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t fair! He’s already been through so much shit and now this happens to him?! You can’t take his life support away!”

“Mr Pines, it’s time to face the reality of your brother’s condition. He can’t breathe on his own. He has been on intravenous medication and nutrients since he arrived here. He is paralysed beyond any hope of recovery. He has been losing weight at an alarmingly progressive rate. If we keep him alive much longer, he is only going to suffer more than he already has. He will be given a painless injection in the morning and his machines will be disconnected.”

“I w-won’t let you!” Stan stood in front of Ford’s door, his arms out to his sides. “I won’t let you take my brother away!”

“I’m sorry?” The doctor looked rather stern, one eyebrow raised.

“I won’t let you kill him!” Stan cried. “You’ll have to go through my dead body, ya hear me?!”

“Mr Pines.” The doctor snapped. “Stop this foolishness immediately. There is nothing that can be done for your brother. I am sorry to have to tell you, but he is going to die no matter what we do. His paralysis is far too severe. Making half-baked threats is not going to improve the situation at all. Now, either go back to your brother’s bedside and calm down or I will be forced to call security and have you removed from the premises.”

Stan gritted his teeth, his furious navy eyes locked with the doctor’s stern green ones. He let out a deep breath and let his arms fall back to his sides. The nurse put a hand on his shoulder and guided him back to his chair. Stan allowed her to do so without protesting. The doctor huffed and walked back down the corridor, clipboard in hand.

“I’ll just get your brother his last IV for tonight.” The nurse patted Stan’s shoulder gently and left the room to fetch another IV bag for Ford’s ‘dinner’.

Stan took a seat in his chair, eyes glazed over and staring at the foot of Ford’s bed. “Last IV for tonight” most probably meant his “last ever IV”, if they were planning on killing him in the morning. The nurse returned a moment later and hooked up the IV. Stan watched her hook the IV into the cannula in Ford’s arm, part of his brain realising that those hands could easily be the ones who would soon end Ford’s life. She cast Stan a quick glance before taking the empty bag and leaving the room.

Stan’s eyes drifted from the cannula in Ford’s arm up to his face. Ford’s cheeks were sunken, his eyes had dark bags beneath them and his mouth was partially agape. His eyes stared emptily up at the ceiling. What was most noticeable were the streaks of tears running constantly down Ford’s face. Stan grasped his brother’s hand tightly, squeezing it gently. Tears of his own welled up in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.

“Oh Ford…” he murmured quietly. “I’m s-so sorry… I just wish there was something I could do for you…” he choked on a sob. He shifted his chair closer to Ford’s head and leaned forward, pulling Ford close in a hug. He could feel Ford’s tears soaking his shirt, but his brother didn’t move. Ford lay completely limp in Stan’s arms. Stan kept a hand on Ford’s head, burying his face in his brother’s hair as tears continued to run down his face. “I’m s-so s-sorry, P-Poindexter… if I could take your place I would in a heartbeat.”

Ford couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of course he’d heard everything the doctor had told his brother. He was paralysed, not deaf. He was going to die in the morning. Those butchers were going to give him a lethal injection of strong sedative and then take his life support away. Ford regretted not seeing the kids one more time. He didn’t want them to have seen any of this, but he at least wanted to be able to see them one more time before he left. He didn’t want to go before he saw them one final time.

He could see it in his head: the nurse giving him a mournful expression as they stuck the needle into his wrist and administered the injection. He could see Stan sobbing beside him, gripping his hand tightly. Ford realised that his brother’s grief-stricken face would be the last thing he saw. He realised the twins would show up at the hospital, looking for him, only to be told that he’d been disconnected from life support and put to sleep. He could see Mabel breaking down into loud, harsh sobs and demanding to know where Ford was, claiming the doctors were lying, that her grunkle was fine. He could see Dipper slowly sink to the floor, tears running down his face before finally breaking down into sobs. He could see the twins hugging a tearful Stanley, sobbing and burying their faces in his chest. He could see Stanley locking himself away in the cabin on the boat. He could see the twins shutting down emotionally, the regret on their faces as they realised they never got to say goodbye.

Ford allowed himself to cry silently. His body never moved, his mouth never made a sound, yet tears kept pouring down his face. That was all he could manage. He felt Stanley run his hand through his hair in an attempt to try and calm him down. Ford could feel Stan shaking with his own sobs. Ford guessed the hand through his hair was more Stan trying to keep himself from breaking down entirely. It didn’t seem to be working. Stan’s quiet sobs echoed in Ford’s ear. Ford realised Stan was probably going to be crying for the rest of his life.

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Later that evening, when the nurses had made the final checks on Ford for the evening, Stan was sitting on the side of Ford’s bed, holding Ford’s hand in one of his own, the other passing through Ford’s hair gently. A half-finished cup of espresso sat on the side table. Stan refused to allow himself to sleep. He wanted to spend as much time with Ford as possible before Ford was taken away from him forever. Tears dripped slowly down his face again.

A sound other than the steady beeping of the machines Ford was attached to could be heard in the room. A steady whirring sound gradually grew louder until a small purple circle appeared on the wall opposite Ford’s bed. Ford couldn’t summon the strength to look across as the circle grew in size until it reached from the ceiling to the floor. Stan jumped up from the bed and stood protectively in front of Ford’s bed. Last time he’d seen a portal similar to that, a torrent of unholy nightmares came spilling out. If some otherworldly monster was coming through to murder Ford at his lowest point, they’d have to go through Stan first.

But what - or rather who - stepped through the portal wasn’t what Stan was expecting. A tall, pale, female creature stepped through. She was dressed in flowing peach-coloured robes with delicate embroidery and had no less than seven eyes. Stan raised his fists in a defensive position. “Listen here, whoever you are. I don’t know what you’re thinking but if you think you can come in here and -”

“Relax,” the woman held up a hand. “I mean no harm to either you or your brother. I wish to help Stanford, not to hurt him.”

Stan felt tears pricking at his eyes again. “Well you’re too late! The doctors already gave me a spiel about how he’s too far gone and there’s nothing anyone can do about it, so get out of here!”

“Nobody on Earth is able to help him, no.” The creature said. “My name is Jheselbraum. Some call me Jheselbraum the Unswerving, but just Jheselbraum is fine. I have met your brother before, many years ago when he was on his quest to defeat Cipher. I am the one who put the metal plate into his head to protect him.”

“Fat lotta good that’s done him!” Stan snapped. “That damn plate has fried his brain! It’s the reason he’s even in this state in the first place!”

“I admit that that was an event I failed to foresee. Now, however, I wish to take your brother home with me in order to provide sufficient treatment so that he may recover.”

“If you think you’re taking him anywhere without me, you can damn well think again!” Stan retorted. “I’m not leaving my brother in the hands of anyone, not since those doctors are gonna kill him in the morning.”

“Which is why I must get him to my home as soon as possible.” Jheselbraum stated. “We must hurry - your brother’s time is severely limited.”

“He can’t breathe without that oxygen mask.” Stan pointed to the mask adorning his brother’s face. “You take him off that thing and he’ll suffocate!”

Jheselbraum took a step forward. She stood beside Ford’s bed and pulled a small clip with a tube at one end from the pocket of her robes. She pulled the oxygen mask off Ford’s face, clipping the small clip to Ford’s nose and slipping the tube end into his mouth. Ford’s ECG reading remained stable. Stan realised that his brother wasn’t afraid of this Jheselbraum lady. He was perfectly content. Stan sighed and let his arms fall to his sides, noticing that Ford could breathe perfectly fine with that clip on his nose.

“I’m still going with him to wherever you take him.” He said. “You’re not separating me from him while he’s like this.”

“Then you are more than welcome to join him.” Jheselbraum calmly turned the machinery off before disconnecting the electrodes and IV connected to Ford’s body. She made sure everything was disconnected properly before lifting Ford up into her arms. Ford’s arms hung limply below his body. He gazed weakly up at Jheselbraum, who began walking back towards the portal. She stepped through it and disappeared. Stan took a deep breath before grabbing his jacket and following her through.

#this hurts me just as much as it hurts you #okay maybe not #twice as much as it hurts you #brain trauma au #ford pines #stanford pines #stanley pines #stan pines #jheselbraum the unswerving #gravity falls #radioactivedelorean #witete #a-million-chromatic-dreams #nour386 #crossroadsdimension #transformersg1fan271 #sixerpines

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march17 · 8 years ago

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@jarfulofglassanimals tagged me to this monster! :D

🌻 rules: once you have been tagged, you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to tag.

🌻 LAST…

1. Drink: chai latte

2. Phone Call: brother, it was his birthday

3. Text Message: does whatsapp count? my groupchat with some friends

4. Song You Listened To: Everything Black, by Unlike Pluto

5. Time You Cried: yesterday, I was watching Rogue One again

🌻 HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated Someone Twice: no, over is over

7. Been Cheated On: yes

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: yes

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: yes

11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: yes

🌻 LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS…

12. dark green

13. dark red

14. dark purple (wow, why so dark hahaha)

🌻 IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15. Made new friends: yes

16. Fallen out of love: yes

17. Laughed until you cried: yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes

19. Met someone who changed you: many!

20. Found out who your true friends are: yes

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yes

🌻 GENERAL…

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them

23. Do you have any pets: not where i live now, dorm doesnt allow it. I have a dog in Mexico, I had to leave her when I left my boyfriend, and I have a cat at my dads house, tho I dont go there anymore since he threw me out

24. Do you want to change your name: no

25. What did you do for your last birthday: oh boy! My last birthday was a week ago and it was amazing! I had lectures till 2 and then we went to eat vietnamese food, it was amazing how many people showed up and i felt so loved i cried! then we went for cocktails and dancing, i came home 24hours after i woke up that day xD

26. What time did you wake up today: 7 but i went back to sleep until 10

27. What were doing at midnight last night: saying good night to ppl

28. Name something you cannot wait for: this bachelor thesis to write itself

29. When was the last time you saw your mother: christmas, but Ill see her again in april

30. What is one thing that you could change about your life: my life is pretty neat at the moment, even the bad experiences in the past are part of that. I wouldnt be who i am without it being like it is, so .... nothing?

31. What are you listening to right now: nothing right now, which is a first

32. Have you ever talked to someone named Tom: my uncles name is Thomas, does that count? if not, then no

33. Something that gets on your nerves: people who are arrogant and mean, just because they can

34. Most visited website: tumblr....

35. Elementary: first one was nice, lots of friends, second one noone would ever talk to me

36. Secondary: went to the good one after my teachers told my mom i was too stupid for it, she send me in anyways. I redid a year and met my first friends there who, during uni, promptly left me

37. College: studying right now, met a whole lot of crazy people, never met so many genuine and odd and kind people at once

38. Hair colour: brown

39. Long or short hair: short

40. Do you have a crush on someone: oh boy, when do i not? (actually, currently I dont, which is unusual)

41. What do you like about yourself: i know im emotionally very strong and im kind, ive once been told that i am so authentically and unappologetically me that it gives people the courage to be that too, and i find that an amazing trade to have

42. Piercings: yes, a septum and a total of 6 earrings

43. Blood type: A+

44. Nicknames: Jo and Hanna

45. Relationship Status: single

46. Zodiac sign: pisces

47. Pronouns: she/her or they/them

48. fav Tv show: Brooklyn 99 is my favorite right now, an all time loved one is scrubs

49. tattoos: yes, my starsign as a constelation on my left ribcage, i also want the great dipper on my shoulder and a jellyfish and a fish somewhere

50. right or left handed: left

🌻 FIRST…

51. surgery: nosejob, had some issues there since i was 5 and only with 18 was I allowed to get it fixed

52. piercing: earrings, i guess? if not, then the septum which was last year (i freaked the guy out bc i kept staring him straight in the eyes as he rammed the metal rod through my nose, he said that never happened before, bc they usually look away. little did he know i was daydreaming)

53. best friend: her name was Lotte, and she only talked to me when she was alone

54. Sport: bicycle i guess? I went to school with it. If not, Judo

55. Vacation: if i remember correctly, Rekyavik, by ferrie, apparently i was about 2

56. Pair of trainers: they were red, i had a matching red track suit, my mom still has the shoes

🌻 RIGHT NOW…

57. Eating: had a sandwich half an hour ago

58. Drinking: water and chai latte

59. i’m about to: watch assassins creed

60. listening to: nothing rn

61. waiting for: nothing really, going to work this evening, so maybe that?

62. want: cucumber water

63. get married: nah

64. career: i work at an irish pub here, we have about 1000 different kinds of whiskys and such. its just part time tho.

🌻 WHICH IS BETTER…

65. hugs or kisses: depends on the person

66. lips or eyes: both

67. shorter or taller: doesn’t matter

68. older or younger: doesn’t matter

69. romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous

70. nice arms or nice stomach: doesn’t matter

71. sensitive or loud: sensitive

72. hook up or relationship: hook up i guess, i really dont want a relationship rn

73. troublemaker or hesitant: both can be fun

🌻 HAVE YOU EVER…

74. kissed a stranger: yes

75. drank hard liquor: yes

76. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes

77. turned someone down: yes

78. sex on first date: it wasnt a date

79. broken someone’s heart: yes

80. had your own heart broken: yes (it breaks so easy)

81. been arrested: no

82. cried when someone died: yes

83. fallen for a friend: after we stopped being friends, i realized that yes

🌻 DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. yourself: sometimes

85. miracles: not really, but sometimes its just funny coincidence

86. love at first sight: no

87. santa claus: lol

88. kiss on the first date: thats up to the person, really

89. angels: no

🌻 OTHER…

90. current best friend’s name: I have quite a bit, but one of them is here so @dmacor

91. eye colour: brown-green

92. favourite movie: oh man, idk

#mioka rambles #Someone tagged me #tagged

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