#so this whole conversation feels like the scene from bambi where he’s trying to ice skate on the frozen lake

[the-travelling-witch]

You may not answer the other kaeya singing asks because this might make you upset but: childe feels like someone who would enjoy german rap tbh like the "du bist heute mit mir" remix types

oh no, i wasn’t upset at all, i just haven’t listened to the songs in a while so my mind kinda blanked

yeah, i can see that and i’m torn between can speak german and sings along or cannot speak german and sings along (probably the latter); i think he’d also really like slavic music but that might be because he is the genshin equivalent of russian, so that thought might be biased

[mooleche]

A Tale of Ink and Venom

A/N - It’s happening! I’m reworking the old story I was working on to hopefully build a better version in its place! Multi-chapter fic involving OC x Colossus where OCs story unfolds while trying to do a heroic act that ends badly and the chaos the unfolds in the aftermath. Might do a few chapters on here and then move over to AO3 fully eventually to keep from making super long posts but we’ll see how it goes! ( *’ω’* ) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Also BIG THANKS to @leo-writer for proofreading, you are a saint ily! 

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Chapter One: The Video

Moments.

Buddha says that one moment can change a day, one day can change a life and one life can change the world.

I was never one for religion but I think he was onto something there. Look at heroes, for example, they’re faced with moments like these every day. Ones that will save a life and ones that will take them away the second you hesitate. Moments that will give you the upper hand if you’re lucky and others that will leave you flat on your ass if you're not.

 Or worse. 

Now, I'm no hero by any means, but I like to think that the moments I experienced today would help shape what was in store for me tomorrow. A moment that would maybe even help shape me into something more someday.

So with that, let me ask you this:

Just what moment was it that led me to witness the death of a real superhero in his time of need? And not just any run of the mill death either. I'm talking blood everywhere, in my mouth, in my hair. 

Everywhere.

How had it all gone so wrong so fast?

I suppose in order to know that we have to go to the beginning, back to the morning where my life was about to be given a serious overhaul into chaos.

Back to college.

-

It was late. Very late.

A judgemental 3:45 AM stared back at me from the corner of my laptop's screen and a sigh of defeat escaped me. The Witching hour no longer belonged to ghosts and demons, but to college students that waited until the very last minute to get their 10-page essays written before it was too late. I was no exception to this, sacrificing the last remaining brain cells I had left to crap out what I deemed a passable paper on the artists of old. 

At least that's what I had been doing. 

Now I sat with my legs drawn up to my chest as I stared with growing exhaustion at my laptop. The glowing screen was flooded with news reports of the latest superhero successes and the villains they caught around town. This wasn’t exactly an uncommon thing for a city like Brooklynn. In fact, it was because of this city being such a hot zone for criminal activity that we had things like ‘Top 10 Villain Blunders of the Week’ to begin with.

Then, strangely, my eyes spotted something that I hadn’t expected to see.

I lurched forward, immediately feeling my body protest as I inspected the article that had grabbed my attention. It was a few days old, a journalist touching base on a series of unfortunate events from almost 6 months ago. A superhero trainee under the name of Deadpool had landed himself in hot water after murdering an orderly from the Essex House for Mutant Rehabilitation in what was seen as a cold-blooded attack to the media. Just reading the name of the facility left a bad taste in my mouth, but the video it included to recount the moment made the sensation even worse.

It was old, I had watched it over a dozen times in the recent months and yet I still found myself glued to the screen with morbid curiosity. The cameraman who had been focusing on a tense-looking reporter at the scene now fumbled clumsily over to the main event, a stout looking teen who had earlier called himself Firefist. I’d give you three guesses why he called himself that but taking a look at his clenched fists answered it all too well. 

He stood separated from a cautious crowd of police and bystanders with hands that radiated heat strong enough to cause everyone surrounding him to keep their distance. That was if all the destroyed wreckage around him hadn’t given them more than enough reason to stay back already.

As many times as I had seen this, I still felt bad for him. He looked worn down and angry, but more than anything was the noticeable expression of fear he wore, like a trapped animal willing to do anything to escape. A feeling that I was once all too familiar with.

I sank back into my chair and sighed. No amount of times seeing that clip made that look any easier to see. It was one that hit so close to home and yet I couldn't pinpoint it no matter how many times I tried. I closed my eyes and listened to him continue to threaten the police ballsy enough to step towards him:

"Stay back, I'll burn you!"

The words didn't resonate, but the tone did. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a memory lurking that I couldn't quite touch no matter how hard I focused on it. A memory sealed away so tight that even thinking about it caused my thoughts to grow numb, but that panic in the boy's voice always caused it to stir. Sometimes I felt like I was close enough to grasp it, all I needed was to push a little farther-

A loud bang erupted nearby and my eyes shot open in a panic. Whatever unconscious soul searching I had been doing was broken as I scrambled to catch my headphones now threatening to fall off my face. I looked around, both frantic to find the source to the sudden noise and also hoping no one saw my embarrassing act only to be greeted with muffled laughter nearby.

"Buenos Dias, Princesa! Did I wake you?"

I rubbed my eyes haphazardly and looked to the side of the small room to find a redheaded amazonian grinning back at me from the window. To my utter surprise, the sun was now out and shining it’s smug rays straight into our dorm as I stood to greet the grinning assailant. My bones protested with various cracks in response before I shuffled to my bed and threw open the window to face her.

"That wasn’t funny, Ava! What are you even doing up so early?" I asked through an unavoidable yawn, but I already knew the answer. Ava Santana was a Dominican powerhouse of energy, a mysterious enigma that seemed to only love running, German beer and, for a few crazy months, me. When she wasn’t burning the candle at both ends to keep her insane track record and an intimidating 4.0 GPA up, she was usually creating some wild new building blueprints that she was proud to show off to you before stealing your girlfriend. 

I didn’t know how she did it all and at this point, I was too afraid to ask.

She lifted herself onto the windowsill before tossing her shoes inside, swinging her long tan legs onto my bed to join me all in one fell swoop. All I could do was blink in surprise, knowing I would have faceplanted halfway through if I even attempted this motion. Her gaze studied me curiously now. 

"We both know why I’m awake, or were you expecting someone else to carry our track team to victory?" She teased, her face close to mine with a devious smile planted on her lips. “What's your excuse though, Sleeping Beauty? Building more schematics? Spying on the police scanner? Or maybe staying up late to watch him again?”

“Me? What? Hah, no. Can’t a girl just finish her essay like a good normal college student?”

“You could...if you’re not Nina Knight,” another voice announced beside us and I turned quickly to see another familiar face smirking back at us. Her name was Bambi Banks and she was known as the bad influencer extraordinaire of our dorm when she wasn’t taking candid photos for the Daily Bugle. You thought you had a bad idea? She had 10 at the ready that would probably get you put on the Top 10 lists. Despite this, she was the best friend a girl could ever ask for. 

Even if she now held my laptop in her hands frozen on a very particular shot of the clip that caused my face to burn.

“I really was working on my essay!” I protested as I reached for it only to fall short as Bambi moved just out of my range and looked to Ava curiously.

“I don’t know, Ava. Does this look like an essay to you?”

“You’re the journalist in training, tell us what you see.”

“Well if I had to title this ‘essay’, I would say ‘10 Reasons I Want This Man to Sit on My Fac-’”

“Alright, enough! You caught me,” I protested as I made another attempt to grab the laptop and succeeded, cradling it in my arms with a frown plastered on my face. “I just wanted to hear the update on this story…It put a lot of people in hot water y’know.” I added before taking a seat back at my desk, ignoring their victorious snickers. As much as I did have ulterior motives for watching the clip I really did want to see the outcome of the nationwide fiasco. Despite both the trainee and the kid being taken to the Ice Box to be reprimanded the X-Men and mutantkind as a whole were put under fire for their actions and the remainder of the story fell to a hush to the media in the months after.

Bambi rolled her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, flecks of hot pink from her bangs peeking through her blonde locks as she gave an exasperated sigh over my earnest answer.

“I really shouldn’t be saying this but the guy that looked like he was a walking talking condom was in the right all along.”

“No bullshit? How?” I pressed, now fully taken by the sudden turn of events.

“I heard it from some guy at the Bugle. That Essex place was nasty for mutants, another conversion camp or something so the government was desperado to keep it under wraps.”

“Leave it to the government to try and kill the truth,” Ava muttered under her breath as she stood to leave, pausing to take one of my hands in hers to inspect it thoughtfully. The contrast was big between us; her hands were long and slender while mine were smaller and discolored to a sooty black at the tips. “At least this means you won’t have to hide anymore.”

I knew that she meant well but the words still caused me frown. Not many people knew that I myself was a mutant. Hell, when you lived in a society where people who weren’t old, white, or male were already frowned upon like the next bubonic plague it wasn’t something you wanted getting out. Throw a genetic mutation that gave you unusual powers into the mix and you were the plague. I was lucky to have people around me that knew and accepted me like I was normal, but the reminder still stung. 

Bambi seemed to sense this and absent-mindedly pressed the play button on the video once more as if to distract my thoughts and boy did it work. I felt my face grow warm once more as the clip played. There, once frozen on the screen had been the perfect back shot of a man sprawled over the trainee after his killer shot, a man that now stood a good few feet over everyone else as the police did the cleanup of the area.

A man covered head to toe in metal.

He went by Colossus, but his real name was Piotr Rasputin. At least this is what Google told me when I went super-sleuthing around after I saw him in action for the first time. When he wasn't saving the day with his ragtag team of heroes he taught at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Learning, a sanctuary for mutants who wanted to feel safe while honing their skills to help mold a better tomorrow. 

I had met Xavier himself years ago on my own tour of the school with my parents. He was very nice and very bald. The school itself had been created in his families estate and transformed into the bustling safe haven that it now was, when it wasn't getting blown up by the villain of the week at least. Despite this terrifying fact I was always envious of those who could attend because I had always wanted to enroll myself. The only downside was that my parents didn't want a burnt corpse for a daughter in the aftermath. How selfish.

I threw my hands up to my face and groaned. “That could have been me on his team! I could have been hot for teacher!”

“And? What’s stopping you? If you like him so much why don't you just go to the school?" Ava called from our bathroom and I groaned again.

“It doesn’t work like that. You can't just go back to that school.”

“And why not? You’re a mutant right? You wanna meet other mutants, right? Maybe get some chrome dome in the process if you get my drift,” Bambi winked. 

I glared at her in response.

It was true, I was a mutant, and maybe I did want that chrome dome. But I had tried the whole superhero vigilante thing before. 

It didn’t go well. 

An ancient proverb once said ‘You can't swim, you can't dance and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it.’ and you know what? I stood by that. It’s why I took my very particular set of skills and decided to waste away in one of Brooklynn's most prestigious art colleges -they're words, not mine- instead. It wasn’t ideal, with a dorm that I was convinced was made for ants instead of four people with questionable living styles, but I had friends and I finally felt normal. I didn’t need to mess it up by visiting that school again.

As if reading my thoughts Bambi frowned and took one of my hands in hers, inspecting my inky black fingertips with thoughtful blue eyes.

“I know you’re deadset on having a normal life here but you have a gift, Neeners. And you deserve to be able to show the world what you can do with it.”

“Yeah, I’m really going to turn the world around with my ability to control ink,” I scoffed before taking my hand back gently and sighing. As much as I wanted to bury that side of me I did want to meet others like me, be a part of something bigger and save the day once in a while. 

This? This life was boring. But it was safe. And I needed safe.

I looked up to her and smiled softly. “I...will consider going back there, if only to pay Mr. Xavier a visit and...maybe see how the school’s doing.”

“Code for visiting Mr. heavy metal man, got it.” Bambi winked while imitating a heavy Russian accent as she moonwalked poorly out of the room. 

“You’re a terrible influence, Bam,” I called through stifled laughter before standing and stretching. As much as I hated her pep talks sometimes she was the reason I kept using my powers, keeping them as fresh as I could in case the chance ever arose to use them. Even now the schematics that Ava had so casually mentioned as a joke were tucked away under my desk to play with on a rainy day.

I must have stared at them too long because I felt Bams hand gently touch my shoulder and I jumped in surprise.

“Did you hear Ava? Your alarm is going off,” she asked softly before nodding towards my phone. She was right, the soft tune alerted the room once more before I had the chance to turn it off and blinked in surprise. 

“Sorry, my mind was somewhere else...”

“Between Professor Colossus’ thick thighs we knooow. Don’t let that mans glutes cost you your job,” Ava teased before motioning for Bambi to follow her out the door. She held back and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, don’t let our conversation from earlier freak you out. Baby steps, okay? No rush,”

“Right. Baby steps…” I whispered, my gaze falling back to my hands that I had begun wringing absentmindedly with growing anxiety. I looked back up to her and smiled. “Thanks, Bam. I appreciate it.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?” she grinned before disappearing behind the door. She was right. Friends were there to steer you onto the better path when you doubted yourself. This is what I tried to convince myself as I headed to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead.

Now that I look back on it I was grateful for that peaceful moment of clarity between friends because after what happened later on, God was I going to need it.

[wintersxsoul]

We Are Stardust (5)

Summary: Your favorite place on New York is a small coffee shop, what happens when one day you bump into a mysterious goth god and he keeps coming just to see you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1872

Warnings: slight sexual content

A/N: Lots of fluff and angst. Oops.

Normally, you went to the coffee shop to work, but today you needed the tranquility of your room. All the girls were working, so you had the apartment for yourself, and that meant a bubble bath with classical music and facial masks. The lavender scent filled the bathroom, calming your nerves for today’s date. 

You texted Bucky as soon as you had your breakfast to tell him how excited you were, but he didn’t answer, probably because he was at work. 

You were writing, humming a song you’ve heard on the radio, when Bucky’s notification tone popped. Yes, he had a special tone. You took your phone as fast as you could and unlocked the screen.

Goth God: Don’t have lunch, we’ll have an early dinner. Can’t wait to see you in only...omg, one hour!!

To say you were nervous was an understatement, the fact that he kept everything a mystery was killing you. You hopped off your bed and rushed to the closet, pulling the doors so hard you thought you were gonna rip them off. You chose your checked trousers, with a mustard turtleneck sweater and your black high top converse. You did a half-up bun and applied some mascara. Before you could even realize, you were waiting for Bucky to pick you up.After driving for 15 minutes, Bucky stopped in front of a huge building in the upper east side, in Manhattan. You looked at him, astonished, and someone approached the car. Bucky rolled down the window and spoke to the boy.

“Hello sir, which apartment is yours?” The boy seemed nervous, you thought that it could be his first day working. Whatever his job was. Bucky searched for a paper in his wallet and showed it to the boy, who nodded and stepped aside.

“This is our stop, doll.” He looked at you and smiled, easing your nerves a bit. He hopped off the car and gave the keys to the boy, and before you could open your door, he opened it for you. Wow, what a gentleman. You stepped out of the car and took his hand in yours, letting him lead the way. Once you were in the luxurious lobby, he went straight to the elevator.

“Bucky do you live here?” The place was marvelous, floors and columns made of white and grey marble, as the reception desk. It was decorated with plants of all kinds, the green contrasting with the white. 

“No, my best friend Steve and his boyfriend Sam live here. They own the penthouse.” He cleared his throat, and took a strand of hair out of your face. You looked at him with your Bambi eyes and he swore he saw galaxies in them.

“Are we going on a double date?” You asked him, confused. He smiled and shook his head, entering the elevator. Ugh, no kissing scene in the elevator, please. Such a cliché.

“No, they are travelling Europe, right now they are in Romania.” He pushed the penthouse button, it was going to be a long way up. “Steve lend me the keys and I asked him if I could bring you here today.” He gave your hand a little squeeze, he could feel your nerves as his own. He bore his eyes into yours.

“You look stunning, Y/n.” You broke eye contact and blushed, but before you could say anything, your phone rang. 

“Fuck, who the fuck is calling?” You rummaged through your bag looking for your phone. This is a joke. 

“Mamá, ¿qué quieres?” (mom, what do you want?). Why the fuck was she calling, if you told her to fucking stop calling. Your mother sighed and told you she just wanted to know how you were.

“Estoy bien.” (I’m fine). You clicked your tongue and let out a loud huff. “Mamá, estoy en una cita y me parece incorrecto estar hablando por teléfono.” (Mom, I’m on a date and I think it’s rude to be on the phone.)

“Vale, hija. Disfruta.” (Okay, daughter. Enjoy.). She hung up before you could say anything else. Bucky was looking at you with a worried expression. He already knew it was your mother.

“You okay?” He asked you, letting go of your hand to give you some personal space.

“Yes, don’t worry. She’s just...so confusing.” You rested your head in his arm, since he was too tall for you to reach his shoulder. The elevator reached the top floor and as the doors opened, you were taken aback by the size of the penthouse.

“Come on doll, there’s a place I gotta show you.” He took your hand and lead you to the terrace, possibly with the best views of all New York. It was a breathtaking sight and you found yourself smiling like an idiot. You let go of Bucky’s hand and reached the glass balustrade, looking at the city you grew so fond of.  

She was the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. She was swaying her hips to the soft music that the bar was playing. You loved how her long, copper hair moved to another rhythm only she seemed to know. Nat and Wanda dragged you and Marie to the bar with the excuse that summer started. You still remember how her lips felt against yours, how intoxicating the feeling was. That night, and many other nights, she told you she was single. All lies. You could’ve been happy together, but her lies and broken promises buried your love for her.

She told you her relationship was doomed after their second anniversary, she lied to you saying that her partner manipulated her to keep her tied close, but it was all the way round. You read the texts she sent to her “Baby Boo” by accident one day. She was making the other person responsible for her own acts and she even said: “You’re just too damn hard to love”. After that, you knew she was cheating and lying to both of you, so you left her, even though she told you she gained the courage to leave her old relationship behind.

What she left behind were two broken hearts.

Bucky cleared his throat, startling you. You looked behind you to see that he had prepared a table with candles and flowers, food and some white wine. You knew you had a sad expression, but he didn’t push you to say anything, he just thought you were upset because of your mother. You approached his side and hugged him, breathing in his musky scent. He gave your head a small kiss and hugged you back.

After eating the dinner Bucky prepared, you were paying full attention to his rant about Pluto not being a planet, the importance planets and satellites had in humans and about stars. You realized you loved spending time just listening to his sweet voice and contemplating how his eyes lit up when he glanced at the sky while explaining something. You looked at the skyline, the buildings’ windows reflecting the golden light from the sunset, the clouds were turning pink and orange. Bucky was silent, admiring how the golden light hit you, making your skin glow. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. You glanced at Bucky and caught him staring at you, you shot him a shy smile and leaned into his shoulder.

“I haven’t felt this peaceful in a very long time. Thank you so much for this, Bucky.” He was staring at the buildings, and he clenched his jaw at your words. You frowned, worried that maybe you had said something wrong or maybe he didn’t feel the same way. Right before you could say or do something, he held your hand and looked at you, his face mere inches away from yours. 

“Y/n…” He whispered your name, and to you, it sounded like a prayer. You nodded slowly, leaning in, brushing your lips against his. Bucky closed his eyes and sighed, his breath tickling your lips, the scent of wine and him filling all your senses. He pulled away abruptly, his eyes scanning yours. You cupped his face with your hand, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He placed his hand on top of yours and leaned into the touch. 

“Are you real?” He asked you, his voice was almost a whisper, looking at you like you were a miracle. You smiled softly and nodded, whispering him that you were real.

He leaned in once more, your eyes shutting closed at his proximity. His lips were soft against yours, a shiver running down your spine as soon as he placed his hand at the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Bucky's heart was pounding, matching your own. You ran your hand through his locks, tugging slightly. He moaned into your mouth, your tongues dancing around each other, both of you determined to deepening the kiss. In a shift movement you were sitting on his lap, his hands resting on your hips to steady you. You moved your leg so now you were straddling him, feeling his arousal on your inner thigh, making you even wetter. You rocked your hips, trying to get some friction, but Bucky pulled away, both of your chests rising and falling heavily.

“We should go.” Bucky said, his voice hoarse. You nodded rapidly, helping him clean the dinner plates and leaving the penthouse. 

Twenty minutes later, you were storming into Bucky’s apartment, your lips crashing together once more, both of you feeling like that’s where you belonged. Bucky pinned you against a wall, lifting your legs and you tangled them on his waist. He pulled away from your lips, leaving wet kisses down your jawline and neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot on your neck, probably leaving marks. You moaned and tugged at his hair once more, this time harder, making Bucky growl. He moved you to another wall, pushing you so hard against it that a frame fell.

You started laughing and he followed, he lowered you to the ground and you sat on the floor, taking the frame that fell and looking at the group photo.

You felt your blood icing in your veins, your whole body shaking uncontrollably, a lump forming in your throat. This couldn’t be happening.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” You heard Bucky’s voice, but it was far away from were you where. You shook your head, trying to deny what was going to happen. You cleared your throat and tried to control your voice.

“Bu-Bucky, please tell me Dot is just a friend.” He looked at you confused and shook his head, your whole world trembling at your feet. You ruined Bucky’s relationship, you helped Dot break his heart.

You started sobbing uncontrollably, feeling a strong pain in your chest. You felt how your heart was breaking all over again, for Bucky.

He sat down next to you, pulling you close to his chest, stroking your hair until you calmed.

After ten minutes, the tears were gone, and all that was left was a numbing pain. Bucky waited patiently for you to speak, worried was not the right word to express how he was feeling at that moment.

“Bucky, Dot and I...We…” You gulped. “I’m the reason your relationship ended.”

[jackietracks]

so I was actually tagged for like the first time ever I think?? thank you @kerokerobitch you’ve made my day.

1: Are you named after someone?

Well not my first name... My middle name, Diane, was my grandmothers name on my mums side. She died before I was born so I never got to meet her but she sounds like she was a wonderful person.

2: When was the last time you cried?  

This probably sounds stupid but I kind of cry all the fucking time planning out stories. I like to plan out lots of emotional scenes and just kind of end up crying over them a whole bunch. I know I’ve cried this week bc of that. Hell I might have even done it last night.

3: Do you like your handwriting?

It can be pretty sloppy but if I take my time and actually put in like the smallest amount of effort its really clean and I swear it practically feels like a font and I like it a whole lot when its like that.

4: What is your favorite lunch meat?

Dude I ain’t gonna like to you here. None. It’s really never worth asking me about favourite foods because the answer will pretty much just be none.

5: Do you have kids?

No. I’m quite sure I’ll never want kids either which really pisses my mum off.

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

I’m not sure? That’s a really weird question. I mean I’m apparently quite easy to get along with? So I guess I’d at least be able to tolerate me?

7: Do you use sarcasm?

I can’t have a conversation with a friend without being at least a little sarcastic. I’m glad my friends give as good as they get so we can just go back and forth being horrible, sarcastic assholes to eachother for eternity.

8: Do you still have your tonsils?

Yeah. The most work I’ve had done on my mouth has been a few fillings over the years. Never had need to have my tonsils out.

9: Would you bungee jump?

lol fuck no.

10: What is your favorite kind of cereal?

Ok, this is a food one that I can actually answer. I don’t really eat cereal any more but fucking Kellogg's crunchy nut clusters clusters with chocolate are a gift from god himself.

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

No. I just kick those bastards across the room and forget about ‘em. I toss those fuckers off

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

My physical strength is... weird. Like I feel like I can lift a decent amount of weight without too much issue yet I can’t open a bottle of lucozade? Actually... it really is always lucozade huh? Other drinks are like a 50/50 chance but lucozade, my absolute fucking addiction, I can never ever open by myself unless I use my fucking teeth... weird.

Mentally and emotionally I don’t really know, I don’t recall a lot of my previous thoughts and feelings very well. I can sort of recall highly positive feelings sometimes but anything else is like a swirling void of “these things sure happened huh?”. If I were currently going through a severely distressing situation I’d probably be able to tell you if I felt like I was coping well but right now there’s no distress and I’m in a state of ‘pretty chill’ so sorry fam, idk.

13: What is your favourite ice cream? Ever, ever?

Ok ok, this is another food one I can answer easy. Ben and Jerry’s phish food. I fucking love it. Every time I go to the cinema, they have this fucking stand where the sell fucking Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, I always have that with either chocolate fudge brownie or cookie dough.

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

I really couldn’t tell you. That’s another thing I can never recall is what I notice first about people. I’ll try and take note of what it is I notice next time I meet someone new.

15: What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?

I’m still sort of getting over the whole “I’m fat and ugly” thing I was going through for years but the only thing I can really think of is that my hair is really fucking flat? Like, there is no volume to it at all? It really bugs me then when people are like “Oh your hair looks so nice straightened!” because I feel like that’s when its at its worst. I love it when the hairdresser curls it though so I guess its and easy fix?

16: What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

No shoes and these cute ass Bambi pj bottoms

17: What are you listening to right now?

Arctic Monkeys - Arabella  honestly I fucking love it so much!

18: If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Uhhh? Well purple is my favourite colour so I guess I’d want to be some kind of blueish purple?

19: Favorite smell?

Shit man I am a sucker for lavender. Like every time I go to Lush I have to get something lavender. I remember the first time I ordered from their website literally everything I ordered was lavender scented and my dad went to get the package for me and when he got back the smell of lavender was fucking painfully strong. it was fucking absurd.

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

I don’t use the phone much, it makes me really uncomfy for whatever reason, but it was probably my grandfather... Yeah, I remember now, he asked me if I had fun when I went to London for Shelter.

21: Favorite sport to watch?

I’m not to keen on sports but roller derby fucking owns.

22: Hair color?

I’m naturally blonde, but like a darkish, dirty blonde, but I got my hair dip dyed purple again on Wednesday and it looks so fucking good!

23: Eye color?

They’re like a kinda hazel green.

24: Do you wear contacts?

No.

25: Favorite food to eat?

I really don’t do a whole lot of eating atm and I don’t like a whole lot of foods but I will chow down on McDonald’s fries for the rest of my life if you let me.

26: Scary movies or comedy?

I don’t really know... I love horror but most scary movies seem to use cheap tactics or just generally be really dumb but I can’t say I’m fond of like pure comedy movies, if its like a comedic action movie then hell yeah. How about just fuck both of those and give me an action movie instead? Or some animated kids movie? That’d be better.

27: Last movie you watched?

I think it was Captain America: Civil War. Spider-man in that movie is a fucking blessing. And Ant-man.

28: What color of shirt are you wearing?

White fucking Bambi pj top to match the bottoms.

29: Summer or winter?

I’d say summer. Its warm and its like the designated relaxation season.

30: Hugs or kisses?

Yes.

31: What book are you currently reading?

I’m like a quarter of the way through Outcast, book 3 in the Power Of Three arc of Warriors. I actually haven’t picked it up in a while. I might get on that later.

32: Who do you miss right now?

Nobody.

33: What is on your mouse pad?

I’m using a fucking laptop.

34: What is the last TV program you watched?

I think it was 8/10 Cats Does Countdown which is fucking excellent by the way.

35: What is the best sound?

You ever turned on a PS1?

36: Rolling stones or The Beatles

No?

37: What is the furthest you have ever traveled?

Spain I do believe.

38: Do you have a special talent?

I say I can draw but I really can’t atm... 

I feel like I don’t talk to anyone enough on here for me to tag them without feeling weird about it so I’ll just tag @aclockworkqueer and @theplumps because I know you both in person so it feels less weird to me so if either of you wanna do this then cool but if you don’t that’s cool too.