#sorry man idk what to tell you. i'm the pink girl of the friend group

[linalilia]

"lina will you ever have a layout that is not pink" no. i mean yes it was yellow last time but things change. we're going back to pink now

[vlovebug]

yes, another hcs page I'm sorry I just can't stop 😥

beware grammar mistakes ╯︿╰

val alone hc:

he gets bitchy when someone tells him what to do

he can tell a medical emergency is going to happen (serves dog behavior)

he carries things that may help someone with a disability but never medications that need to be prescribed by a doctor ofc (pots, diabetes, seizures, etc.)

he has medical knowledge ( why do i keep bringing this one up)

likes to sharpen his nails

has knifes in his shoes ( why? idk)

sometimes he talks and just can't stop (real)

sometimes talking takes too much energy ( real)

he's a bit sadistic ( only if it's asked of him)

he expects rough touches after soft ones

he shares the most gruesome facts ever ( best ways to get to the heart, how to gut someone or something, etc.) (he and spelldon work well for each other for a reason)

bc we don't know his dad, I'm saying he never existed ( gift from Eros or just pop in his mom's womb one day) ( holy mary that you?)

he's a great hunter ( bat)

I feel like if a kid likes him he lets them hang off of him

he doesn't bite when he's a bat, it's more like making a paper cut with his nails and drinking from it.

human children scare him, they're just so fucking mean T_T

he has a blanket hoodie that covers 70% of his body ( they're so comfy)

his body takes on the temperature of the climate around him ( dead bodies do this) yet he's always on the colder side ( 50-50 chance I'm keeping this hc)

hes a slut for pumpkin pie

Demisexual and intersex? ( all of Eros's creations are intersex in my eyes/ incubus or succubus)

doesn't know how to tie a tie to save his life.

his body doesn't build muscle but he is strong

will eat lemons like people eat oranges

vampires can't gain or lose weight ( or get taller unless it's from a spell or something) he's the same weight and height as when he died (idk where I was going with this....)

he walks away to not punch someone when they make him mad ( idk if I said this or not) (now that im looking back this... this ones stupid)

he stares at people but doesn't realize it

he only writes with the pen/cil between his pointer finger and middle finger ( I do this sometimes and it feels great )

this is an explanation for the height I gave Valentine (5'2), in 800 ad ( yes 800 it's the closest I could find to 410ad leave me alone.) the average height for males was 167cm( 5'4) to 173cm (5'6) and I think he's a little under the percentile for his age group back in ad ( this doesn't make sense does it), so I put him in 5'2-5'3 without heeled shoes on because of this. ( if the height percentiles for 800 ad are wrong let me know I just used Google so idk if it's right or not)

he wears contacts ( is he blind ? We will never know.)

he laughs at people who say pink is only for girls

he took a liking to a human once, and they died. big sad

Don't play hide and seek with him.

he is oblivious when he's around someone he trusts, he doesn't do it on purpose it just kinda happens (for example is paying attention to his surroundings) so there's a bunch of safety stuff on shit so he doesn't hurt himself or brake anything ( this was the explanation for the one hc I made with spelldon)

Don't make bets with this man. he will win every time. ( he's made people go broke bc of how competitive he gets.

has a great poker face

hes related to cupid but doesnt know how

he wears underclothing everyday and night ( he's modest ig) ( ignore my old art bc of this :D)

hes scared of kismet (fate or destiny)

mad val is very rare and the reason is cus he's scary af

has a harder time getting over baby gates even tho he can fly ( he forgets )

his nails and teeth can detract and attract ( like enid's from Wednesday)

can be summoned by a summoning circle

He is part incubus but doesn't do sexual favors cus ew ( 50% vampire, 50% incubus)

He's an enigma

His bat form is a fruit bat :D

He can't eat if somes around him

spelldon alone hc:

he wears alot of snake jewls

can't STAND fake friends

he's got RBF ( resting bitch face)

he judges people by accident and makes a face every time, Val called it the face of judgment ( I can't think of a name for it :()

has a great poker face

gay and demisexual

turns people into animals on purpose

he can be extermly cruel.

likes holding hands

very touchy

him and his sister act like its.giz on tiktok ( i think) ( outside source wow )

they like harassing each other in stupid ways

she has pushed him down the stairs more times than he can count

has actually really soft and gentle with the innocent

he likes to admire val when he zoned out cus he wont get yelled at for staring

He is competitive but not as much as Val

he is full god ( i say he is but idk if his dad was god or not, so fuck it)

he uses his hands and magic more in fights than actual weapons

he finds it amusing that people forget how much monsters are monsters till they get like scared ( no Brittny you can't fix him he eats people.)

he has certain things he lets no one touch, not even val

spelldon is like 6'0-6'3 because hes the son of a goddess ( or two depends) so he got them good-good genes. ( give)

he tigtens jar on purpose cus he forgets that val is also strong and can open anything, so he gets sad when val opens shit he tightens cus he wanted to open it for him ( loser )

somehow always has a book on him, no clue where he puts it.

his hair is in either dreads or twists ( I know dreads are kinda of like twists but they stay that way but idk how that works:,0)

piercings galore (def has snake bites + tongue)

steps over baby gates but sometimes trips

has a pet snake

SPELLTINE:

Val has a garden that has pretty much all of the herbs and funus that spell needs for spells or potions

they can carry each other pretty easly

they both have quite places where they go when they need personal time

spell has a shit ton of piercings ( as i said earlier), val doesn't but he wears more jewelry that can be slipped off ( rings, bracelets, necklaces , etc.)

they make things for eachother

val likes grabbing spell and taking him really high into the air and dropping him and grabbing him before he hits the ground ( with permission and a heads up ofc)

They are smart until they're together then they turn stupid

BC spell can see Kismet and such, he tells very veg ones to Val if he's like extremely panicked

they both get moonstruck

misanthropy. both of them.

they cover the table's sides so the other doesn't hit their head when they get something under them

spell with do anything Val tells him to ( within reason ofc, but he really does always say yes)

val teaches spell how to certain weapons but gets confused why he goes all red

val once got the folded test paper of doom and spell laughed at his face then he got the folded test paper of doom then it was vals turn to laugh at him.

spell keeps a drawing of val on him cus he cant get a photo

they played hide and seek once. spell said never again.

they throw water on each other when stressed ( cold water to the face helps calm someone down cus its cold, google it I cant explain)

val likes to climb up spells shirt while being a bat, it freaks spell out cus he cant find him then boom something ice cold is claiming up his back

olive theory, spell like them val doesn't

picky eater and the one who eats what they give them, spell is the one that eats the stuff val gives him

spell holds vals blood bags to that they warm up, his body temp is high af

parts of them glow in the dark ( eyes, vals body markings, certain pricing of spells glow in the dark, vals nails {dont ask why I've come to this conclusion I just did})

compliments that actually seem more like insults to others

disturbing insults

If they share meals they eat in different rooms

( I'm so sorry this is so long, it was supposed to be three different posts)

[kitkatd7]

Little Green Dress

Summary: Loki sees you wearing his signature color at one of Tony's parties.

I'm gonna be honest the original point of this story was for the main focus to be on the dress and turn to smut but my mind went a different direction so I'm sorry!

Loki x Reader

Warnings: None? Idk maybe a curse word or 2

Word Count: 2,419

Masterlist

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Walking through the mall with Natasha and Wanda, you scan the store windows for the perfect dress. You had been searching for hours but hadn’t found the perfect one for Tony’s party.

The girls already had theirs, Wanda’s was a gorgeous strapless floor-length gown in navy blue.

And Nat’s a black, high-low hem style dress, and an open back beside the two flimsy straps that cross.

But you hadn’t found what you were looking for yet. You knew exactly what you wanted, but it seemed no one had it.

Walking a few paces behind your best friends, you stop momentarily to examine a champagne dress with sequins parading down the skirt, turning away from it and seeing Wanda waving frantically at you from a few shops down. Walking over to where she is standing, you ask, “Okay Wan, what’s so importa-” cutting off as you gasp in surprise.

This, this was the dress. It was absolutely perfect. The three of you rushed into the store, looking around for an employee or manager. Locating the manager, you asked her if you could try on the dress, to which she kindly obliged as you were “Those famous Avengers” in her words. After acquiring the dress, you bustle towards the dressing rooms with your friends close behind.

Walking out of the stall you stop and pose with one hand on your hip in front of the girls, giving it an experimental twirl while looking in the mirror.

“So, whatcha think?” you ask, looking down at the beautiful dark green dress that swirled around your ankles. to say it was breath-taking would be an understatement. It had a slit that came halfway up your thigh and an intricate gold pattern around the waist, an open back and a low neckline.

“I think, someone wants to impress a certain tall, dark and brooding Asgardian prince.” Nat states matter-of-factly while smirking at you.

“Wha-what?” you splutter while blushing, “That's preposterous! i just like the color is all...”

“Oh, so is that why we spent the last 5 hours looking for a dress that specifically HAD to be dark green with gold?” Wanda questioned you, a similar smirk on her face and her eyes glittering with amusement. “I suppose it's just a coincidence that those happen to be Loki’s signature color, hmm?” she continues teasing you while you blush an even darker shade of red.

“Okay so fine! I wanted to impress him just a little, what’s wrong with that?” you tell them, exasperated. “Oh, nothing’s wrong with that Sugar, we just want you to be honest with yourself.” Nat jumps in again, still playing the know-it-all role. “Well can we go now? I’m hungry.” you plead, throwing a pout in their direction while walking towards the dressing room to change again.

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Sitting on the countertop of your bathroom vanity, you try to stay still as Natasha applies your glittering gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner effortlessly. She always did your eye makeup as you were terrible at doing it yourself. But in return you did her hair, that was your forte. “So, what do you want me to do with your hair tonight?” you question while hoping down from your perch.

“Surprise me.” She turns to sit with her back to you as Wanda walks in; dress on, makeup done... and hair in a frenzy. “Y/N! You have to fix this!” She screeches, gesturing towards her head while her hair flew every which way.

“Okay, okay! I can fix it, just calm down.” you tell her, trying to keep her from panicking. “I can’t calm down! This is a disaster! Vision is waiting for me downstairs and he said he has a surprise and I was supposed to be down there 10 minutes ago, and I'm late and can't fix this!” she continues, looking almost in tears at her dilemma. “Wanda Django Maximoff! Sit down and calm down before I have to pin you to the floor with my bare hands!” you half-shout at her. She stills and then sits next to Nat, calming down slightly at the use of her full name and threat, even though you both know you would never really do that to her.

“Now let me fix it.” you say, moving to stand behind her. taking out several types of brushes you tame her wild strands, then quickly add several braids before looping them into a delicate bun at the base of her head. “Okay now shoo! You don’t want to be later than necessary.” you say, laughing and ushering her towards the door. “Thank you, Babe! I’ll see you later!” she yells over her shoulder while practically running down the hallway.

Chuckling to yourself, you walk back into the bathroom and do Natasha’s hair, adding several roses throughout the thick braid that cascaded down the side of her head.

Swiftly pulling your own hair back out of your face, you twist it this way and that until it’s all in a perfect little bunch at the base of your skull, pulling out a few strands here and there to frame your face and giving it an effortless look. All while chatting away with your best friend about anything and everything.

Finally putting on your dress, you pick up your phone to find a new message.

Wan: Where are you? Someone is waiting for you

Rolling your eyes, you type out a response.

You: Be there in a minute, just adding some finishing touches.

Walking back into the bathroom, you stand next to Nat as she finishes her makeup. You start applying another layer of light pink lipstick when your phone buzzes.

Wan: You better hurry, this is the 9th time he has checked his watch in the last 3 minutes.

Opting to not answer, you shove your phone into the hidden pocket of your dress before heading downstairs with Nat.

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Checking his watch again, Loki lets out an exasperated breath. Women. Why must they always take so long to get ready?

Glancing towards the door for the umpteenth time in the past hour, he sees Natasha walk in, but no sign of Y/N.

You stop and take a moment to admire him before approaching. Wearing a jet-black suit and gold watch (which he seemed to be constantly checking) he looked gorgeous. His hair slicked back neatly, accenting his sharp cheekbones and jawline.

Checking his watch once more, he’s startled when he hears a familiar voice.

“Were you looking for someone?” you ask with a dazzling smile.

Letting his gaze rake down and then up your being, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. “You look- wow.” was all he could manage.

“That bad huh?” you joke, letting out a gentle laugh.

“No, i mean...you look absolutely radiant.” he assures you, offering a slow smile while his gaze trails slowly across you once more. As if realizing the impropriety, he quickly averts his eyes. Clearing his throat, he briskly walks away in a flurry, muttering something about getting you both drinks.

Turning around, you notice Wanda who had been watching the whole exchange and was now smiling at you with a knowing look. Giving her a playful eye roll, you turn back to see Loki approaching, champagne flutes in hand and a smile gracing his features. His eyes sparkling in such a way that they matched the bubbling drinks he was holding.

“Here’s your drink.” he says, your fingertips brushing his as you except the fizzing liquid.

“Thank you.”

“You look positively lovely tonight, Lady Y/N!” Thor boomed as he came up and wrapped you in a bear hug, practically suffocating you in the process. “Thank you, Thor! Just um, maybe not so tight?” you laugh, returning the hug and looking helplessly over his shoulder at Loki who’s regarding his brother with quiet indifference.

Next came Sam, “Don’t you look dashing!” he exclaims, giving you a quick peck on the cheek and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Thank you! all three of you look charming as well!” you compliment. They did look stunning, but Loki more so.

How dare he? How dare he touch her like that? So casually, with his arm encircling her waist. All Loki wanted to do at that moment was rip the insufferable man’s hands off of his girl... His girl. Were you his? He didn’t know, but he desperately wanted you to be. With these thoughts on replay on his mind, he stalked away, disappearing into the throng of people, leaving you confused and slightly hurt.

Wanda had watched Loki march away from you, his shoulders squared and jaw set, eyes glittering with rage.

Following him to the bar, she sat beside him on a barstool as he orders scotch on the rocks. Great, now he was drinking.

“You need to tell her how you feel, I see the way you look at her.” she states.

“Hmph, and why should I do that? so I can be rejected and humiliated?” he growls into his glass. “You know I can see her emotions and thoughts, right?” she says, causing his eyes to jump from the glass to hers, looking somewhere between hope and fear.

“Well how does she feel about me then?” he demands angrily, tracing the rim of his glass with his fingertip.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” she snaps, “You’ve wasted the past 6 months burying your feelings for her, when you could have just told her how you felt, but no. Mr. above all mortals, you brushed her off whenever she attempted to be friendly or flirt and involve you in group activities!” Wanda raved, fed up with the cold shoulder routine he had been using for the past half year. “how dare you-” Loki began, looking slightly furious and baffled at her outbreak.

“No! I am not done speaking! Now shut up and listen, she commanded before continuing. “you kept her at arm's length. And do you have any idea how long we searched for that damn dress? 5 hours. 5 grueling hours, searching every store in the city. She wanted to impress you, and then you stalk off over nothing! For your information, you have no reason to be jealous of Sam,the have been best friends since she moved to the tower. She even set him up with her friend for goodness sake! And he has been dating Sharon ever since. Now man- or god up, or whatever it is and fix the fact that you just walked out on her.” she finished, ordered a drink and walked away, leaving Loki at the bar conflicted with his choice he had to make.

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Shortly Sam disappeared to get a drink of his own, while Thor continued to entertain you with stories of his and Loki's childhood. As Thor continues, he receives a glare from Loki who had just reappeared at your side as Thor launched into the story.

“And there was the time when we created Get Help!” Thor tells you, laughing at the memory. Still glaring, Loki asks, “Brother, don’t you have somewhere else to act stupid?”

Pausing in his story, Thor gives his brother a thoughtful look, as if seriously considering the question before answering, “not at the moment, no.”

As if she knew what you needed, Wanda came over and dragged Thor away under the pretense of buying him a drink, even though drinks were free. But Thor didn’t need to know that.

Glancing over, you see Loki staring across the dance floor, but his gaze is unfocused, distracted. Reaching out you rest your hand on Loki's forearm to get his attention. His eyes jump back to you, mumbling an apology he drops his gaze, suddenly finding his shoes very interesting.

“Are you going to ask me to dance or what?” you ask, somewhere between a huff of annoyance and a laugh, causing his gaze to snap back to you, and giving you a mute nod. Grasping his hand, you pull him towards the dance floor, drawing him closer so that your arms loop around his neck as his hands settle on your waist.

You dance together like that for a few moments, no words between you, just dancing and enjoying the company. Looking up into his blue eyes, you finally ask the question that’s been pressing you. “why did you get so jealous of Sammy?”

Huffing as if the question is beneath him, he looks away slightly, not answering your question. When you continue to stare, he finally gives in. “I wasn’t jealous.” He scoffs lightly as if to prove his point, even though he was blatantly lying.

“Loki…please don’t lie to me, I hate being lied to.” at this he stiffens slightly against you.

“I just-” he sighs, stopping short to collect his thoughts. Running your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck, you wait for him to continue. He shivers at the movements of your hands, closing his eyes and soaking in the feeling. What he would give to have you do that under different circumstances.

“Here, let me show something.” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto an outdoor balcony, turning so he’s facing you.

“Loki-” you begin before he grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle but searing kiss. You burry your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips more firmly against his. Pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.” he breathes into the space between you, cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.” you whisper back. You stay there a few moments, your hands still tangled in the raven curls. “We should go back to the party soon,” you say reluctantly.

“In a moment, darling. For now, I just want to enjoy this moment,” he tells you seriously.

“And what moment is that, Loki?”

Taking a deep breath, he murmurs, “the moment I realized I was in love.” looking into his eyes, you realize he’s serious. Crashing your lips against his again you kiss him fervently as his hand comes up to cup your jaw. Pulling back, you slide your thumb along his lower lip, murmuring, “I love you too.”

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Authors Note: I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking with this story! Thank you for reading!

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[hhhellish]

What actually happened on the road trip;

Or what I like to call it, “Ways To Ruin A Confession, by Damian Wayne”. S.M. AU, P. 13 / ??

If you're reading this, I'm going to assume you've read the rest of the AU, so HEY, THANK YOU! If not, HEY, THANK YOU ANYWAYS!

Dick's idea was simple enough. Take her on a little trip, a couple of days maybe. A road trip seemed like a good idea, with getting away from Gotham for a little while. So he said yes, even though the only thing he wanted to do was kiss away that arrogant smirk you wore everytime you called him 'pretty boy'. God, did that nickname do things to him.

He prepared everything— the car, the food, the blankets, movies, music. Everything he knew you adored, he had it. He warned his father about it, and to no one's suprise, he was more than okay with it. Damian had a friend? And he wanted to go on trips with her? Hell yeah, he was okay with that. He even encouraged him to take a couple more days if he wanted. Huh.

When he proposed it to you, he was already expecting you to jump on him in thanks. And so you did. You both fell on his couch and stayed like that, legs intertwined, his hand on your hair, yours petting Pennyworth that also went to lay on his owner's chest.

The next day, you both had everything you needed ready and took off. You even had a map that, after unfolding and being unable to fold it back right again, was thrown out by a very annoyed Damian.

You noticed he seemed a little out of it, but any question about it was dismissed with a soft frown and a 'everything's fine, Y/N'. So you dropped the subject, not wanting to upset him further. He played soft music, and at some point he put his hand on your knee, and when you started to play with his fingers, his shoulders lost a bit of tension. So you kept at it while telling him about whatever book you read last.

Everytime you laughed at your own jokes, or played with his bracelets, or he caught you singing softly, he just wanted to stop the car, pick you up, and start kissing you with all he had. But he settled for riding his hand a little further up your thigh bit by bit, and see how you stopped mid-sentence, flushed a pretty pink hue. But you didn't stop him.

When you yelled 'STOP', his heart nearly came out of his mouth, but you just saw a dirt road. You just wanted to explore. He looked at you with his infamous Wayne Glare™ and squeezed your thigh in retaliation, seeing you smiling bashfully. Sighing, he took his bag, put two bottles of water and opened your door for you, saying— “If you want to explore, we'll explore. But don't expect me to carry you if you get your ankle sprained again”. But the teasing smirk told you it was a lie.

Down that dirt road, you found a beautiful creek and you decided to enjoy it. “I didn't bring any swimwear”, was the only thing he said. “Neither did I”. Man, were you glad your underwear matched for once. He stood there like a deer caught in headlights, mouth open in surprise, watching how you undressed and jumped in. “Are you coming, or...?”. It was his turn to be embarassed. Good.

After that, you found a nice motel to spend the night in. The back of the car was good for chilling a bit, and napping, but not for a whole night. You amused yourself watching Damian look at everything with skepticism. “Your inner rich kid is showing, Dami” “My bad”. You just had to laugh. There was a festival nearby and there were almost no rooms left. “I'm sorry, but the only available room for two has two beds. You'll have to sleep separated, love birds". Before you could correct her, Damian stepped in, “I think we'll survive”, he said, making the older woman giggle.

The room next to your, was taken by two really nice girls. That upon looking at the glory that was Damian in a muscle tee, didn't hesitate to tell you they were going to a party in a nearby house. Damian wasn't convinced, but your pouting did the trick. Would it ruin the confession if he kissed that pout away? Maybe, so he restrained.

The party was at full blast when you arrived. The floor was sticky, the people sweaty, and there were plastic cups floating in the pool. But the music was good, and the atmosphere friendly. The same girls came over and hugged you, but Damian's obvious vexed stance about that deterred them from hugging him too. He put his arm around you and pressed you gently against his side when he saw more people approaching, so they didn't think of touching you too.

The girls' friends were nice, but there was that one guy, 'Hugh' that he hated from the moment he saw. Not only did he stare at you non-stop, he kept on putting his hand on your shoulder. Everytime Damian tried to make conversation with you, Hugh would interrupt to tell you about something meaningless he did. Was he wrong on all of this? It all ended in Damian excusing himself, ignoring your questioning eyes and going outside.

He only got about two minutes of peace before he was interrupted. It was one of the girls in the group. “Hi, I'm Laura”, when she didn't get an answer, she continued, “You're Damian, right?” she made a show of resting on the railing, on a poor attempt to look flirtatious. “You're the quiet type? That's good to know” She then came closer to him, inches from his body, and phushed her chest foward. “I didn't come here to talk either”. Then her hand was on his chest, her lips on his. She tasted like booze, and smoke; it was an agressive kiss, and when he pushed her off, it left his lips swollen and bitter.

He then saw you storming past him, without a word, and his knees felt weak. Shit. He went after you, ripping his arm off from Laura, who tried to get him to stay, without sparing her a glance. He catched up to you quick, but you wouldn't look at him. The walk back to the room was you nearly running and him pleading with you.

“Y/N, talk to me, what's wrong?”, when he saw you freeze, he knew he struck a nerve he shouldn't have. “What's wrong?” You turned around, looking at him like you wanted to choke him. “What's wrong, Damian, is that you left me alone with people I didn't know, to make out with a bitch you've never seen before”, you spit, voice dripping venom. “Why don't you go back and finish what you started, huh?”, you slowly walked up to him, threateningly, “Go, she's waiting”. He suddenly stalked foward, and when you were face to face, he barked— “You should come with me then. Since you were acting like a whore and flirting with that scum, you should go and just fuck him already”. You had to will back tears seeing that cruel look on his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You know what I'm talking about”. He then went to take your bag and brought it to you. “You think I'd do all of this just for a friend, Y/N?” He stepped back and crossed his arms. “Of course not. But maybe you're not who I thought you were”.

You took a 5 am bus back to Gotham, (we have that in Spain, so... idk?) It took 3 hours to come back, drowning down tears, until your feet took you to Jason's doorstep.

[24hour-blues]

all the ones you haven't answered yet? i'm sorry you're sad💙

thank you, that's very sweet. i hope you're doing alright 💛

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - more milk. i always end up putting too much.

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? - yes

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - library receipts, post-its, junk mail, pencils

5. are you self-conscious of your smile? - i think it’s one of the few things i’m not self-conscious about, actually. i like my smile.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - writing, often poetry but sometimes prose. i like creating playlists, too, and singing.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself? - yeah, i sing to myself all the time. whatever song i have stuck in my head at the moment.

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - side, but very occasionally my stomach.

12. what’s your favorite planet? - jupiter

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - lots of pillows and blankets of all types. succulents and cacti on the windowsills. wooden utensils and dark cabinets in the kitchen. a breakfast bar with stools that don’t match. rugs with funky patterns. a big, soft couch in a bright color that you can sink into. a small balcony with fold-out chairs. rows of mugs and barely any plates. the bathroom crowded with makeup and skin products, writing on the mirror in blue marker. beds never made. a guitar in the corner of the sitting room.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way

16. what’s your favorite pasta dish? - angel hair pasta with puttanesca sauce

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - i can’t think of anything...

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? - everything. sometimes it’s big things, sometimes small. my fears and what i’m in love with. regrets. shame. hope.

20. what’s your favorite eye color? - grey

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - idk if it’s really my favorite, but my current backpack took me all through college and it’s good for storing stuff or using as an overnight bag. it’s from timberland and is a nice earthy brown with a flap over the top. lots of pockets.

22. are you a morning person? - i can be

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - make breakfast and tea. read or watch a movie that makes me rethink everything

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - a school, i think?

26. what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - i haven’t had them forever, but i wear my doc martens with everything. i used to wear plain white keds with everything.

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - winter green

28. sunrise or sunset? - sunrise

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - yes

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - i like soft, fluffy socks and ones with fun patterns. i love hiking socks. i don’t wear them to sleep tho.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - i went to a waffle house at 5am with a friend and some friends of hers i’d just met on her birthday. we were all really drunk, the food took forever, and it tasted awful, but we were happy and laughing.

33. what’s your fave pastry? - probably a cinnamon roll

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - i like a good calligraphy pen and new notebooks. i don’t use them often; i feel like i don’t have anything important enough to write.

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - it’s usually clean unless i’m not feeling well. sometimes i get disorganized.

38. tell us about your pet peeves! - overlapping conversations. people interrupting others. loud mouth noises, like chewing or licking. people criticizing my driving. nitpicky comments on my clothes or how i look. being talked about.

39. what color do you wear the most? - black, probably.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - how it feels to float by helena fox

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - nope

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - i’m not sure

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - i can’t remember

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - i can’t remember it but something about pigeons and being coo-l

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - bacon. i just wanna make people angry.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - my dad told me a story once, about when i was a kid. he said that he and i were walking together near the lake in the neighborhood across from mine. i was holding his hand, and i said to him that this was the happiest time in my life because i wouldn't be the same when i grew out of being a child. i think i have the same fear now--that i'll never be that happy again.

49 do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

- i like records but i only have one. it's an album by ccr. i really like them

50. what’s an odd thing you collect?

- beer bottle caps

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

- maybe those "girl..." text posts that just say stupid shit

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

- watched them all but pulp fiction. i don't really remember heathers at all

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

- lets not talk about that

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

- not in the mood sorry

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bri is wine mom. quincy and i are vodka aunt.

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

- yes but i rarely remember favorites. i read so much and feel it then forget all the words

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

- someone gave me a rock once. i get too nervous to give stupid gifts

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

- orange or cranberry

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

- i'm more fussy about music than books, but i do like my books organized. i like them worn in and well-read tho, not in perfect shape.

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

- a fuzzy, light blue-grey. it's snowing

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

- a few

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

- lots of green leaves in all different shapes and sizes. tiny white and blue flowers.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

- isolated and insignificant. safe

68. what’s winter like where you live?

- cold, grey, snowy.

69. what are your favorite board games?

- idk if i really too many board games. maybe cranium. i like puzzles more

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

- honey vanilla chamomile

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

- yea and even then i forget.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

- i give up too easily

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

- excitable. emotional. so very smart. creative as all hell. self-conscious where they shouldn't be. never runs out of words in the best way. loves to share.

75. tell us about your pets!

- my dog shiver is turning into a little old man, but he still acts like a puppy. he likes attention and whines to communicate. he'll greet you at the door and put his front paws on your thighs to say hi. follows you all around the house. loves to cuddle.

- my pigeon spirit is young and vocal. she coos for attention. when i go to sleep, she grunts every time i move to ask where i am and if i'm okay. i take showers with her and sit on the tile; she puffs up right into my side and sticks her wings out for me to splash water on her. she likes to be close to me to get neck scritches and push her head into my neck and preen every bit of me she can.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

- a lot probably

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

- limeade

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

- i dunno they're cute

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

- it's white wallpaper with pink roses along the top and ribbons of pink and green striped vertically. my mom chose it before i was born.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

- they sort of remind me of dark water where everything is reflected back in it--not just the sky but the trees and people walking--and they make you want to look closer because you know there's something in there, it's not just a reflection, like flat glass. but it's hidden until you dio your hand in the pictures broken.

82. are/were you good in school?

- pretty good

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

- i don't look at albums

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

- not really, but watchmen is one of my favorites.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

- dunno

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

- um. idrk. i like whatever monet was doing.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

- maybe michigan

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

- i like cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

- i just kind of. let it do whatever.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

- my uncle

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

- honestly have no clue

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

- put them off until windows tells me it's restarting the computer in five minutes

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

- mb

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

- in college with jacob, although i wouldn't really call it joking. we just walked through a state park. it was beautiful.

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

- idk. i feel like i'd make the same mistakes if i went back, but the future scares me.