#shhhhhhh D:< -Wind

[the-blorb-system]

Lizzy and co my beloveds!! Just wanted to say hi <33333

Hiiii <=

-Lizzy

WE'VE BEEN DISCOVERED HIDE

-Wind (apparently?)

[majorproblems77]

TRICK OR TREATYTT

Of course! :D

You get a smol pumpkin based story.

"What's a pumpkin?"

Silence fell over the group, the fire crackling away. All eyes fell on the sailor.

"What's a.. Sailor come on..." Legend waved his hands in front of him nonchalantly. "The fruit. Big. Round. orange?"

"Never seen one back home."

"He has a point. They don't grow in My Hyrule." The traveller placed a hand to his chin. "It's not so far-fetched that they don't grow in his either."

Wild waved his hands in the air. "Well, I use them to fortify myself. Cooked just right they can do a lot for you."

"My family grows them. Back in my village. Next time we are there we can get you some seeds to take back home with ya." The rancher rung his hands. "Cant believe you've never had pumpkins before..." Shaking his head is disbelief.

"Don't let out birdbrain of a brother over there hear you. He might just die." Legend nudged the Traveller, who nudged him back.

At Wind's confused facial expression, Time spoke quietly. He had the Skyloftian perched against him. "They're his favourite. They grow them on skyloft. Pumpkin soup is his favourite food."

"Sky's asleep. The kid sleeps through everything." Warriors patted the Chosen's head gently. Re-tucking the sail cloth around him he smiled warmly. "Its a wonder he gets up on time for a battle."

"Don't be mean!" Wind stood up fast. Kicking up a little dust with him. Earning a collections of shhhhhhh.

A groan from the chosen told the group that they had been too loud. The skyloftian raised his head slowly, blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes before giving a small yawn.

He smiled dreamily, tilting his head to the side. "Wh.. What's everyone talking about?"

"Nothing important. Go back to sleep." Time tried to defuse the situation. Wrapping an arm around the chosen and pulling him into his side.

"Mkay..." He seemed to settle down again. Eyes closing and breathing settling. A smile settling on his face.

No one spoke for a moment before Four whispered to the sailor. "Never let him hear you've never had pumpkins..."

The Skyloftian looked very much awake at this point. Shooting up straight. Whipping his head around rapidly.

"YOU WHAT?!"

[onsgiftexchange]

This is for Sav ( @awildsavvy )! I hope that you enjoy it :)  __________________

“WE HAVE TO JUMP!”

“ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

  The yells could barely be heard over the loud explosions, which were seemingly endless, along with the very insistent alarm that was blaring loudly. The next explosion was close enough that they stumbled, almost knocked off of their feet from the force of it. 

  “We can make it! I know we can!” The blonde male urged. The female that was with him looked away, uncertain. “Mika I don’t –” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence, because the man - Mika - had already grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. They were rapidly declining, the burning helicopter approaching the ground faster and faster, steadily gaining speed. 

  “Come on, come on…” the male mumbled, oblivious to the obvious fright on the girl’s face. Her lilac hair - which had originally been pulled back into a tight bun - was flying everywhere, wind whipping it back and forth.  Now. Mika thought as he watched the sandy clearing draw nearer. Without a second thought, he jumped out of the helicopter, holding on tightly to the girl in his arms. 

  There was a moment in which the only thing he could hear was the roaring of the wind in his ears, and the only thing he could feel was a sudden weightlessness, before he crashed into the sandy dune. The impact ripped the girl from his arms, causing them both to go rolling in the hot, grainy sand with grunts and moans. 

  Before Mika could even think to get up, the helicopter crashed and erupted. The two figures were flung backwards like ragdolls, unable to move their limbs properly as the shockwave hit them. This time when he hit the ground, everything went black. 

  Regaining consciousness was not fun. His limbs felt heavy, his mind sluggish and all he could hear was this damn ringing noise that seemed to get louder and louder until his mind couldn’t take it anymore. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the harsh light of the hot sun. A giant mushroom cloud had formed over the sight of the crash, and all he could smell was ash and fire. If he looked closely enough, he could see pieces of the helicopter that appeared to be ablaze. 

  He somehow managed to drag himself into a kneeling position and slowly wiped some sweat off of his forehead, but when he pulled his hand back, instead of clear liquid, his hand was covered in smeared blood. He looked down at his body, ignoring the headache that exploded in his mind from that simple movement. 

  Bruises had already started to form on his arms and what little he could see from the tears of his military uniform. Then he was struck by a single, sudden thought:

  Shinoa.

  Immediately he shot up, and staggered from the pain that erupted in his head. His body shook and his legs threatened to buckle beneath him, but after a moment he held steady. He looked around, but didn’t see the girl anywhere near him. “SHINOA!”

  He couldn’t hear his shout. The ringing noise had gone away by now, but in its place was complete silence. He could feel blood trickling out of his ears and grimaced, hoping that his hearing wasn’t irreparably damaged, however unlikely it was. He stumbled forward, calling out Shinoa’s name over and over but didn’t receive a reply. Either she wasn’t able to hear either, or… or… he didn’t want to think about it. 

  Eventually, finally, he saw her. Shinoa’s tiny form was completely limp, but noticeable, in the sand. He ran over to her and collapsed next to her, lifting her upper body into his arms. There were noticeable cuts on her face and arms, and a giant bruise on her forehead, but other than that she didn’t seem any worse than Mika himself. Blood was trickling out of her ears as well. The only difference between them was that she was unconscious while he wasn’t. He shook her helplessly. “Shinoa. Shinoa. Shinoa!”

  She jolted and took a deep, rattling breath. Her eyes were wild and looked everywhere before finally settling on Mika. Her lips moved. Mika still couldn’t hear her, but he could see what she said. “Mika?”

  He nodded rapidly and pulled her closer, burying his face in her shoulder. She smelled like blood and sweat, and her hair was tickling his face, but at that moment he couldn’t care less. She was alive, that’s all that mattered. He pulled away when she placed a hand on his arm, looking down at her. At that moment he wasn’t quite sure how he felt. Love, fear, relief, anger, anguish, happiness… somehow it was all there. We survived. Was all he could think, then a darker thought hit him. But for how long? 

  They were in enemy territory, alone, no weapons on them with explosions raging around them. Their mission had failed, and now they were stuck here. He had no idea if his previous transmissions calling for help had gone through, because as the helicopter fell all he could hear was static. 

  Shinoa seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because her jaw was set and her eyes focusing on a spot left to Mika, looking pensive and worried. She looked back up at Mika and he gave her a small nod. I understand. 

  He let her go and she slowly sat up on her own. They stared at each other for a moment, before Shinoa grabbed him by the cheeks and pulled him into a hard kiss. So many emotions went through that simple touch of the lips. Love, relief… it was palpable, and by the time she pulled away he wanted to cry. 

  His hearing was starting to come back now, and even though the sounds of explosions were muffled, they were still there. “We have to go,” he said eventually. “Can you stand?” 

  Shinoa frowned, and nodded. Mika didn’t miss the wince as she did so. Shakily, she started to rise to her feet, only to collapse back down with a cry of pain. Mika cursed and quickly caught her, worry rushing through his body. She didn’t seem to notice as he gripped her tightly, her eyes were far-away and she looked dazed. “Shinoa? Hey, look at me,” he slapped her cheek gently, and she seemed to snap out of it. “Mika?” 

  “Yeah, okay, walking isn’t a good idea… here, let me…” he went to pick her up, but his weight could barely support him, much less holding an extra 39 kilograms, and the two of them went down again with groans of pain. 

  “A-Alright… we… we’ll just… we can…” he was at a loss. Neither of them could walk. They were both hurt. Help likely wasn’t coming, and Shinoa… Shinoa was already looking at him with a sort of sad acceptance. Acceptance of their fate. 

  “Talk to me?” She requested, eyes never leaving his. Distract me so I don’t have to think about anything other than you before we die, was left unsaid, but they were both thinking it in their heads. Mika stared at her for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Okay uh… what… what do you want to talk about?” 

  “… Us.”

  ___________________________________

  “Fight me!”

  “Would you stop telling everyone to fight you?” Mika rolled his eyes, sucking on his lollipop as they walked to school. 

  The purple haired gremlin next to him seemed to puff with indignation. “My height doesn’t affect my ability to snap your neck or gouge out your eyes!”

  At that the blond laughed loudly, scaring away some pigeons who’d been on the ground looking for breadcrumbs nearby. The old lady on the bench who’d been feeding them shot him a dirty look. “You can’t even reach my neck!”

  “Uhhh do you really wanna test me, Hyakuya? Because there’s a fuckton of step ladders at our school and I’m not afraid to get on one of those to punch your stupidly pretty face.” 

  That had Mika stopping, causing her to crash into him. “Pretty?” He rose an eyebrow. Shinoa froze for a moment, as though she hadn’t meant to say that, before laughing. “Alright yeah, you’re pretty. Everyone knows it.” 

  “What? I’m not.” 

  This time it was Shinoa who rolled her eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, you’re not pretty. You’re super manly and butch.” 

  Mika frowned at that, starting the walk back to school with Shinoa prancing beside him. Pretty? 

  She thinks I’m pretty?

  _____________________________________

  “Come on, Mika, you’ll enjoy it!”

  “I won’t. I really won’t. Yuu-chan, please don’t make me go to this stupid party.” 

  Yuu rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, Mika. Besides, I want you to meet my… uh…” 

  “Aunt?”

  “She is NOT my aunt!” Yuu fumed, and Mika laughed. “I just want to prove to you how annoying she is,” Yuu continued in a whine, “come on, please?” 

  Mika sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips. “Alright Yuu-chan, anything for you.” 

  Yuu had to be exaggerating about how bad Shinoa was. Yuu was a drama queen after all, everything set him off and he was always coming up with wild stories when it was usually something simple. There was no way Shinoa was as bad as Yuu made her out to be. Right?

  … He was right. She wasn’t as bad as Yuu made her out to be. She was worse. The first thing that the drunken girl had done was fling herself onto Mika when he walked through the door. “I’ve decided that you will be my princess from now on,” she stated, not even saying hi. Even Yuu looked horrified. 

  “Ummm… but I’m a guy?” Maybe she thought he was a girl? It unfortunately wouldn’t be the first time someone made that mistake after all. However, Shinoa didn’t seem to care what he had to say, because she simply pet his fluffy hair like he was a cat, then his face. “Shhhhhhh. Princess.” 

  Mika gave Yuu a bewildered look, who - although still looking horrified - also was starting to look pretty amused. Mika narrowed his eyes at his best friend. Traitor. 

  “Well, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other~” Yuu said, before swiftly leaving to go mingle with the rest of the party. 

  “Yuu-chan wait –” 

  “Oh good he’s gone,” Shinoa removed herself from him, all traces of her former drunkenness gone. She beamed at his bewildered face. “Name’s Hiiragi Shinoa.” 

  “U-Uh… Hyakuya Mikaela.” 

  “Oh I know who you are, Mika,” Shinoa said. “Yuu talks about you all the time. And… the others.” 

  By the others, he assumed she meant the rest of the Hyakuya’s, who’d died when the orphanage burnt down. He tried to ignore the pang of sadness. “Does he?” 

  “Yuuup,” she popped the ‘p’. “I’m sure he talks about how absolutely stunning and perfect I am all the time~?”

  “Uh…” he thought back on all of the numerous rants and complaints Yuu had about her. “Something like that, yeah.”

  “So, Mika, want a drink?” She asked bluntly, and he scratched the back of his neck, debating. He’d never drank alcohol before, and Krul would skin him alive if she found out, but it might be the only way to deal with this party…

  “Sure.” 

  By the end of the night, Yuu found the two making out on the couch. 

  Mika would never forget the scream and the “Oh god my eyes!” that came from Yuu that night.

  ___________________________________________

  “Starbucks is amazing,” Shinoa moaned, drinking some more of the coffee she’d ordered. They’d just sat down in the newest addition to their town, when someone behind Shinoa caught Mika’s eye. “Look behind you,” he murmured. “But don’t be obvious.” 

  Shinoa, in typical Shinoa fashion, immediately WHIPPED around and practically shouted, “Where!?” 

  For fucks sake. 

  He’d been hoping not to attract the attention of Ferid, the person he was trying to warn Shinoa to stay away from. However, the silver-haired male - along with every other goddamn customer in the store INCLUDING THE BARISTAS - all turned to stare at them. Ferid’s face brightened upon seeing Mika, and the blond let his head fall onto the table. Just kill me now. 

“Mika-chan!”

Mika glared as the male came running over. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” the tall male said, looking positively ecstatic. 

  “You saw me,” Mika said bluntly. “Bye.” 

  “Eh? That’s not a very nice way to talk to your step-father…” 

  “You’re not my step-father.” Krul and Ferid had been divorced for almost two years now - thank God, Ferid was horrible to both of them - but in his mindset he seemed intent on it being “oh we just took a break, we’ll get back together soon” instead of “we’re totally done”. 

  “Ahaha so rude, Mika-chan~”

  “Don’t call me that.” 

  Shinoa was starting to look concerned. “Um…” 

  “Oho~ Does Mika-chan have a girlfriend?”

  “Okay, we’re going,” Mika said, getting off of his stool. Before he could grab Shinoa and leave, however, Ferid snatched his arm in a bruising grip that made Mika flinch out of instinct. “I’m not done talking to you,” Ferid growled, a complete 180 from his previous, happy demeanor. And then he wondered why Krul left him.

  “Hey!” They both turned around to see Shinoa standing. “The only person allowed to touch my boyfriend is me,” she said sweetly. Then, before either of them could even blink, she kicked Ferid so hard in the balls that he went tumbling to the ground. Mika stared at him, along with everyone else, mouth hanging open in shock as the older man groaned in pain. 

  Not seeming to notice, she stepped over him and laced her arm in Mika’s and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now we can go.” 

  That was probably the moment Mika fell in love with her. 

____________________________________

  By the time they were done exchanging some of their memories, the two were laughing, for a moment forgetting about all of the death and destruction around them. Forgetting about how soon enough they would be the ones to die, if not by an enemy then by the heat, or dehydration, or hunger, or all three. Forgetting for a moment about how these might be their last goodbyes. How they will never be able to see their friends again.

  They forgot until they heard a helicopter. Until they looked up. Until they saw Yuu, Mitsuba, Yoichi and Kimizuki jumping out of it. Until they were being fussed over and carried into the helicopter, where Yoichi and Mitsuba immediately got to work with their med skills, patching the two fallen soldiers up. 

  They forgot that a few minutes ago, they had given up. 

[goldenavenger02]

Recovery (A Long and Winding Road) 1

THIS IS POST-ENDGAME IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE AND DON'T WANT SPOILERS TURN BACK NOW!

This is my post-Endgame series! I will be doing several one shots connected to this but this is the first book, and it is five chapters! Tune in tomorrow for chapter two! This book covers the five stages of grief explained by a website, so if I get something wrong, please kindly tell me in the comments or via PM

And now, on with the story!

'We push away what we can never understand, we push away the unimaginable.'

It's Quiet Uptown by Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

May walked up to the guest room of the cabin where she and Peter were staying with Pepper and Morgan and knocked on the door.

"Peter? It's May, kiddo. Happy made burgers."

"I'm not hungry right now." Peter responded through the closed door, and usually May would push further, but the funeral service had just ended a few hours ago, and she figured that it wasn't a good idea to continue pressing.

So, she nodded, even though he couldn't see her through the closed door. "Alright. We'll save you some in case you get hungry later." She offered, but Peter didn't respond, so she went back downstairs.

"Petey's not coming?" Morgan asked as Pepper put her plate and drink down in front of her daughter.

"He's not hungry right now, sweetheart." May smiled softly at the five year old girl. "He'll be down soon."

Morgan nodded, and started eating her burger, while May went to make Peter a plate.

"Is he really okay?" Happy asked in a whisper, not trying to disturb Pepper or Morgan.

"I don't think any of us are okay right now, Happy. Peter's gone through this four times now." The brunette sighed, putting foil over the plate and putting it in the fridge.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" He offered, but she shook her head as she grabbed a burger and set it on her plate.

"I'll talk to him tonight. But thank you."

"Anytime, Ms. Parker."

•••••••••••••••••••••

"Peter, Morgan wants to say goodnight to you." May's voice broke through the defining silence that was his own thoughts

Peter opened the door, and plastered a fake smile at the four year old in front of him, hugging her tightly.

"Good night, Petey. I love you."

"I love you too, Morgan." He smiled, gently coaxing her to her room where Pepper was waiting for her while May entered their shared room.

"Still not hungry?"

"Not really. I'm just texting Ned." Peter insisted, waving his phone screen so she could see, and that's when she saw the name at the top of the screen.

Mr. Stark.

"Honey, come sit with me on the bed, alright?" She insisted, sitting down and tapping the space beside her, which he did sit in. "You do realize you're texting Tony's number, right?"

"N-no, I'm texting Ned."

"Last I checked, Ned's last name wasn't Stark." May spoke in a hushed voice, trying not to set off her nephew.

"Okay, I am texting Mr. Stark...I guess I just thought he would respond." Peter sighed, tossing his phone onto the fold-out couch, letting his shoulders slump. "I just wanna talk to him one more time."

May wrapped her arm around his shoulders, feeling them shake slightly, and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "I know, baby. I know."

"W-why did he..." The teen trailed off, a sob sounding in his throat as his dark brown eyes became watery. "I-I mean, d-did he h-have..."

May turned so she was facing him, and gently put his head against her shoulder, letting out a long 'shhhhhhh' while feeling his body shake against hers, and her shirt get wet. She pressed another kiss against his head, gently running her hand through his curly hair, and looked up at the ceiling, letting in a shaky inhale.

She knew he was just trying to push it away, and pretend everything was alright. She had done the same thing just two years ago. They both had.

[olympus-summit]

The Fatal Fantasia || Chapter 4 Execution

(cw: implied decapitation) 

WHAM! 

Large, carved oak doors slam open, revealing a proper trial room. Not the fake, round circle of thrones you had been sitting in, but a legitimate government courtroom. The mood is somber as the crowd is filled with faceless figures, yet still with enough physical features to identify them as who you assume to be Cremorians.

Two wide-shouldered bailiffs waltz in, escorting a handcuffed and shaking Elliott Jaspar Leon Rhett Eires III, as he’s pushed down the aisle like a coffin in a funeral procession. The heads in the crowd turn, following his movements as the trio move forward, and past the gate to the front of the room. One of the bailiffs forces Elliott to sit at the defendant's desk, and undoes one of the Handwriting Analyst’s handcuffs, attaching it to a leg of the table instead.

They move in front of the judge’s stand, as one loudly shouts, “All rise for the honorable judge!” 

The crowd stands up in sync, watching Charon walk into the room, waving to the crowd as he walks by. He seems no less bemused at the sudden promotion, nor Elliott’s look of alarm as the technician waves to him as he passes by. “Brings a new meaning to a ‘jury of your peers’, innit?” The blonde chuckles, arriving at the stand and hefting himself up. Bringing his hands up as if to acknowledge the crowd, he gestures for them to take their seat with him, and they do just that.

However, rather than the bailiffs returning to Elliott’s side, they instead maintain their position, standing in the front of the assembled citizens. The second bailiff announces, “All rise for the honorable prosecution, Her Royal Highness!” 

The crowd once again gets to their feet, including Charon himself, as the first woman to lose her memories enters and walks down the aisle, oozing confidence. The doors slam shut behind her.

Seeing Diamond approach, Elliott’s eyes widen in a panic, causing his already spilling tears to increase in speed. Trembling, he reaches into his ponytail with his uncuffed hand and removes a bobby pin from his ponytail, causing a tuft of hair to stick out. He bites into one end of the bobby pin to pull it apart and rapidly shoves one end into the lock of the handcuffs.

Damnit. Damnit, get it off. Get it OFF!

Meanwhile, Diamond takes her seat directly on the prosecution table herself, waving her fingers in Elliott’s direction. “Well hello there, ex-fiance! Did you miss me?” ...Were her memories back? Was this for real? Why... How? Elliott locked eyes with her for a mere moment before refocusing on his handcuffs, refusing to answer the question.

“Your honor, The Royal We would like to call the accused to the stand. Or he can just keep trembling at his desk, because seeing him struggle like this is frankly hilarious.” Diamond laughs and crosses her legs, watching him attempt to pick the lock with unsteady hands. “Permission to cross-examine Elliott Jaspar Leon Rhett Eires III? As unfitting as that name is for such a liar.” 

Having already kicked up his legs, Charon gestures for her to go ahead. “Have at it then, guvn’r.”

Elliott’s bobby pin snaps in his hands, so he frantically reaches for a second, another tuft of hair lifting in its absence.

“Of course, we always deserve the first word in any argument. So, Sir Rhett.” She’s refusing to call him by his family name. His first last name drips off of her tongue like venom as she stands up from the desk, and slowly takes steps to get closer to him. “Sir Rhett, is it true that you’ve been lying to me about your heritage since the day that we first met? Is it true that you took advantage of my childlike mind to gain my trust? And is it true that you feel no remorse that you claimed to be an Eires descendant?” Pause. “What do you have to say for yourself, Sir Rhett?”

“N-No, no, I-I didn’t... I-I was unaware, n-no one told me, because Duke and Duchess E-Eires never saw a need to!! I didn’t... I swear I didn’t know!” Through choked tears, Elliott insists upon his innocence. “I-I was just a child, Dia...”

Diamond slams her hand onto his desk and leans in uncomfortably close to him. Elliott drops his bobby pin in surprise. “Do NOT call me by that stupid nickname anymore. You’ll get your filth all over it. Moving along... Is it true you lied to all of your fellow councillors? Is it true you told them you still had your title? Is it true you told them you were more than a penniless nobody who takes advantage of royals? Huh?”

Elliott reaches into his hair and grabs an additional bobby pin, biting it, and using it to continue his fruitless attempt. “I-I... I did so at first, y-yes, I’m... I’m sorry. I-I just... w-wanted people to think th-that my... Life was in control, p-please, don’t--”

Diamond’s loud voice overlaps and interrupts Elliott. “HAH! An admission of guilt, your honor! We demand you sentence him to death promptly!” She points to him as she backs away and rests against the prosecution’s desk once more.

Funnily enough, Charon actually looks quite disturbed by her proclamation, using his gavel to push down his sunglasses and looking between Elliott and Diamond. “That’s gonna be a yikes from me, dude. No wonder you’re his ex.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?!”

Just as the bailiffs begin to move towards him, Elliott hears a click in the handcuffs. He violently yanks his wrist out of it and scrambles past the gate in an awkward and noodly run towards the double doors, towards what he assumes is freedom. He pulls the door open and sprints outside, down a series of steps outside of the courthouse, only to freeze in place as he sees a glint of metal in the town square.

A guillotine. Not an unfamiliar concept.

“Sorry bruv, no escape for you here.” The sound of the gavel striking echoes. “I hereby sentence the disgraced Elliott Jaspar Leon Rhett Eires III to death. Court is dismissed, now bugger off.”

A gust of wind blows his hair to the side as the bailiffs catch up to him and hold him in place, leading him towards the square. His eyes grow vacant, no longer squirming as he’s led up to the guillotine. The bailiffs let go as they approach. Elliott stops in front of it, the tears flowing down his face slowing down to a crawl as he watches the blade pass by as it slowly lifts into the air. As it reaches eye level, he gets a good look at his own reflection in the sheen of the metal. These are his last moments?

One, final, shaky comment makes its way out of Elliott’s mouth. “D-Don’t watch this, Leland... Please.” He shudders as another breeze brushes against his face.

The blade reaches the top of the track with a click, and the executioner forces him on his knees, locking the collar over his neck and wrists. The executioner releases the blade. 

Shhhhhhh- CLINK. 

And Elliott Jaspar Leon Rhett Eires III, Ultimate Handwriting Analyst, is no more.

[aphid-kirby]

20 20 tag

I can’t believe I’m finally doing one of these, i got tagged once and i started doing it but then i panicked and deleted everything bc my gender was one of the questions lmao. Anyways thank uuu @screamingsnowflake for tagging me!

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20  blogs {as if i had that many mutuals}  you would like to get to know better

a-age: 17 but im very forgetful about this for some reason and most times i get it wrong so whatevs, im sure this is the one, but i always end up answering 15 or 16 or sometimes 18 

b-birthplace: North Carolina

c-current time: 11:15 pm d-drink you last had: My tears, but bc i was laughing the hardest ive ever laughed for a long-ass time while playing smash w/ my cousin e-easiest person to talk to: defintely my cousin! we have way too many inside jokes! also the only friend i did after school! he’s gone now but I’ll never forget him, he loved listening to me infodump abt anything! f-favorite song: I have too many songs very very dear to my heart, most of them come from the same bands so I’ll mention some: -We Were Evergreen, -Fanfarlo -Voxtrot and Bombay Bicycle Club!!! their music makes me so so happy i owe them a lot of my happiness and enrichment   g-grossest memory: There’s nothing at the top of my head but i’m gonna go with when i tried to clean the bones of a snake from the entire corpse but the vase ended up going full on algae and the odor that came out when i opened it was rather strong. i- in love?: nah, i’ve never really known any of this stuff, my friends know this and they fully support me so its ok! j- jealous of people?: not really, if anything i just get morose, but only by myself, never anythung directed towards others. k-killed someone?: are you talking abt human beings? bc i’ve killed a couple of insects which i then mounted, i killed most of these  bc they were dying and i didnt wanted to see them struggling for hours {you should see how long some insects stay on the process of dying} l-love at first sight or should i walk by again: I literally have no clue what this is about, apparently they’re songs? m-middle name: shhhhhhh, this is an important secret n-number of siblings: 0 o-one wish: Immortality, to get to experience and understand as much of the universe as it is possible! q-question you’re always asked: “What are you studying?” bc i talk abt an extremely wide range of topics and ppl don’t know what the heck i’m actually doing r-reason to smile: My favorite Video games! So so so so much of nature! clouds birds insects wind trees grass!!!! and how they all function!!! and the fact that we understand it!!!!!!, i actually have a notebook dedicated to the listing of these, but it’s mostly stuff ike this s-song you sang last: Into The Night by Marika Hackman! u-underwear color: what the fugg v-vacation: Galapagos Islands!! not much of a vacation but rather a trip! x-x-rays: Are you implying that these are rare? I’ve had countless of this! although im usually a very sickly kid so nvmd i guess, most of these wer on my chest area. y-your favorite food: i hate food bc i can’t stop eating it, but yeah, chocolate z-zodiac sign: Sollux I think im virgo?

Where’s the H and the T?! D:==

I’m just gonna tag some of my recent mutuals who i’ve interacted with in one way or another , they’re all super cool! @pearasect @lmetaknight @mayspicer (You’re one of my oldest mutuals!) @droct0 @the-unoriginals-of-unoriginal and @galacticnova3

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Tag-a-back! I was tagged by @ramari1600 and I've already done one of the tag memes today but to heck with it. Name: Savannah Nicknames: Forky, but only on here. Also Sav and Taco Height: 5'8′’ Hogwarts house: Gryffindor SSB main: Ummmmm??? Fictional character I’d date: Howl (HMC), Keith (Voltron), uhhhhhh lots more but I can't think of all my husbands at once. Goodness. Favourite bands: Tøp, Vance Joy, Five Finger Death Punch, Group Love, Phoenix, The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, The Killers, Young The Giant, Two Door Cinema Club, Red, Marshmellow, and lots of others. Nothing even makes sense anymore I have no idea what my genre is. Following: 54? I think. Aesthetic: laying in a field of long dark green grass in the middle of absolutely nowhere (where bugs don't exsist) surrounded by a forest. The wind is playing with the grass and creating waves and the sun if warm on your face but it's not too bright. Yeah.... Favorite greeting: Ayyyyyyyyyyy Pets: Two chihuahuas: 1 smol doggo named Ladybug. Last song I listened to: Sedona - Houndsmouth Favourite TV show: FMA, Voltron, Friends bc yes, Low key ashamed but The Office, Avatar tla, uhhhhh...... low low low low low low low low low key Grey's Anatomy bc it's a feels show,,, shhhhhhh First Fandom: FREAKIN FRINGE HAS ANYONE ELSE SEEN THAT SHOW ITS SOOOOOOOO GOOD BUT NO ONE KNOWS OF IT. Hobbies: VIDEO GAMES, reading, writing, singing?, chillin. Books I’m reading: Textbooks -_- Worst thing I’ve ever tasted: Defeat Favourite place: Anywhere that's quiet and includes my phone or friends... Or my aesthetic but idk where I could find such a place THANKS FOR THE TAG MARI :D I tag: @rememberozzie @forever-painting-roses @whatdowedoaboutcasifer and whoever else wants to do it. I know I have more friends than that but it's w/e. Have funnnnn