#they deffo talk about cowboys for an hour

[sarcasticvoodoochild]

need to put these two in a room together and see what they talk about

[cracknoir]

headcanons: 

there were A LOT more members of The Gang back in the day. Most of them are dead. Kind of why so many of my characters are dead in canon, lbr this really is the Jimmy Show and the rest are just side-characters

little jake’s probably depressed, doesn’t realize

on the same note, jack has a lot of trouble sleeping

,jimmy liked fucking other peoples wives, if you asked him why he did this he’s tell you it was psychological warfare but really it was a power thing. also i said “liked” cos that would be pre zoe dying. when he comes back to new york, he sees sex as a waste of time, he has sex three times over the course of two years in the test-run novel thing i did. 

that said, as a part two to the above, when he came back to new york after a while he did actually get into a pretty healthy relationship, right up until he ended up killing her dad

this isn’t really a headcanon, more just me relaying the characters history bc i don’t think it’s actually on this blog, but alex served in iraq

bruce goes on 4chan

not really a headcanon but i was watching this youtube video were they read out reviews of strip clubs or something and one of them said something like “and the bartender always has her derelict boyfriend hanging around” and how fucking good is derelict for a descriptor of a person. im deffo gonna use that at some point and u should too. it would make me very happy

jack and little jake play fifa on ps4 regularly 

jack’s apartment is tiny, one bedroom, “spider”, his elusive room-mate, is meant to have the bedroom - hence why jack has a sofa-bed, but since Spider’s never around jack keeps all his clothes in there, in a big rumpled pile 

molly has a lot of fairy lights in her bedroom 

why have i never been interested in aus??? because everything is always canon forever. like, my marvel verse is just jimmy sometimes gets beat up by daredevil and that’s about the only difference

molly preferred weapon is an uzi, she also carries knuckle dusters

little jake bites his fingernails

jack regularly goes to the beach just to skim rocks. he also loves fishing but rarely gets a chance to do it. the americans don’t think twice about driving two hours but jack sure as hell does. he has tried fishing the hudson but it only served to depress him 

oliver was a cowboy before he turned into a skinwalker. he was lost to the madness in the mountains. i’ll probs flesh this out a bit further if i ever write that spooky cowboy thing i’ve been wanting to 

if u want jimmy to do something for u, money ain’t the way to get him to do it. he’ll usually ask for a favor

kayleigh’s killed a few people, but she never killed anyone before she moved to america, and she’s only ever done it in self defense/self preservation -- she has also killed to save the lives of members of the gang

satan can be killed, but a person couldn’t do it

jimmy will smoke meth don’t test him 

brad really fooled dmitri into thinking he was an ally. took him fucking years to gain his trust. rasputin saw straight through him and tried to choke him to death. 

jimmy’s default ringtone is sex noises, but he usually has his phone on vibrate 

mollys apartment is shitty on the outside but really nice inside. she’s never moved, but always put her money into doing up her apartment. 

im heavy regretting calling molly molly because she loves molly and it feels weird having american characters say ecstasy instead of molly so that the sentences dont read like molly loves molly. like i called her molly cos she loves molly. i fucked it.  

its been so fucking hot here the past couple days why am i melting 

buck has a boxing name but idk what it is. was thinking buck the bruiser but that’s kinda shit 

all my characters have a severe case of swamp ass 

bruce talks to himself a lot. 

bruce loves the cheesecake donuts from dunkin donuts. spends a lot of time down there with crooked cops 

been thinkin a lot about space lately and how big things are. been thinkin a lot about trees 

i have no idea how im gonna do it but i have a swamp monster character called flower and i really want to rp her but like it’s annoying cos i can see what she looks like and there’s nothing i could icon that would even come close. could maybe icon the swamp-thing tv series but like,,,, it ain’t right 

[believingbrook]

taakitz hanahaki, 2

warnings/tags for fic series: terminal illness, angst with a happy ending (yes he’ll be fine), grief. please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with these concepts, take care of yourself!

“How do you not have cumin?”

“I’m a bachelor, Taako!”

“That’s not an excuse to keep a pathetic pantry!”

“Pathetic — ” Kravitz sputters, but Taako raps his knuckles with a wooden spoon and points the butt toward the door, not bothering to look over the bowl of spices he’s crafting.

“You. Cumin.”

“It’s cold outside.”

Taako snorts. “You’re a big boy, and also freezing eighty percent of the time. It’ll hardly register.” He uncaps the cinnamon, sprinkles in a liberal dose. “Besides, the corner store is a two-minute walk. Make yourself useful.”

Grinning, Kravitz obliges, shrugs on a coat and a scarf and his boots and complains the whole way out the door. He shuts it behind him with a parting jab about how he’s going to get hypothermia and die and Taako’s resulting snort.

It is indeed a six-minute excursion to buy cumin. When he returns, purchased goods in hand, he passes them to Taako, the top of Taako’s braid brushing beneath his chin. He’s a good head taller than Taako and always thought that, if he were to kiss him, his hands would nestle perfectly in the small of Taako’s back.

“I realize, in retrospect, that sending someone out to get ingredients when they’ve got, uh, pneumonia, is — that’s probably a bad look.”

Kravitz blinks, then waves an airy hand through the air. “Like you said. I’m a big boy.”

“Yeah,” Taako says, as close to an apology as Kravitz is going to get. “Like I said. Hey, preheat the oven, will you? 350.”

Kravitz obliges. “Celsius or Fahrenheit?”

He laughs as Taako swats at him with the spoon again, dancing out of Taako’s reach with his tongue stuck out. “Disgusting,” Taako mutters, and sticks out his tongue to match.

Kravitz settles himself in his armchair, flipping idly through an old tome while Taako cooks. It’s a pleasant backdrop while he absorbs this new story (and yes, it’s one of those trashy romance novels that Taako hates but Kravitz refuses to abandon), the sizzling and splashing and decadent aroma wafting through their apartment.

Finally Taako clanks whatever he’s prepared into the oven — Kravitz isn’t even totally sure what, exactly, Taako is making, except that his kitchen smells faintly of garlic and he’d tugged two breasts of chicken out of Kravitz’s freezer, jabbing him on how he couldn’t even freeze chicken right, because he’d stored them too close to the icebox — and slumps onto the sofa with a huff.

That’s Taako’s corner of the sofa, or at least Kravitz thinks of it that way; it’s where he always sits, and in his more fanciful moments Kravitz can make out a Taako-shaped dip in the mattress. As is his custom Taako gathers all the pillows and blankets within reach and shuffles them over his lap, laying his head dramatically on the armrest.

“Hey, uh, your sister back this weekend?’

“Yeah.” Kravitz sets his book aside. Taako and Raven got along fine in the beginning, but since — well, since Kravitz’s affliction, she’s turned colder toward him. He jokes that she hates anyone who isn’t goth, and Taako ribs him about adoring Gerard Way and the t-shirts emblazoned with Amy Lee’s face still hanging in his closet, and they don’t talk about it. “Just in time for the party.”

“Natch.” Taako sprawls along the couch cushions, head resting on one crooked elbow. His hair spills in a golden weave over the threads of Kravitz’s couch and for one impulsive moment Kravitz wants to reach out, thread his fingers through that hair, find out how soft it really is.

“She saved my life, you know,” Kravitz says.

“Huh?”

“Raven. When we were kids.” He hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t truly thought it out, but Kravitz hates that his sister and Taako don’t get along. That they don’t get along because of him. Out of everyone in their little family, Taako and Raven’s icy relationship is surpassed only by his and Lucretia’s. “I used to love swimming.”

“I could deffo get behind you in Spandex.”

Kravitz’s heart clenches. “I was eleven, Taako.”

Taako rolls over, quirks an eyebrow at him upside-down. “When’s the last time you went swimming, Krav?”

“Thirteen years ago.”

There’s a pause as Taako does the math. His eyes widen briefly, before narrowing again. Kravitz clears his throat. “I jumped in the river because there was something shiny at the bottom. And I was pretty good at swimming — this was back when I was a kid, and Raven was just a teenager, she took me to the river sometimes because she knew I loved it.” Kravitz drums his fingers against his thigh. “There was a current beneath the river. I almost drowned, but Raven — she pulled me out.”

Taako studies him. “Touching,” he says dryly. “Why are you telling me this?”

“It’s been ten years,” Kravitz says. “There’s little you don’t know about me already.” Kravitz stills his anxious hands. “Also I know you don’t like my sister and I hate it.”

“Shit, me too.” Taako looks toward the ceiling and crosses his legs. “We got along just fine until junior year, then she got all weird.”

Kravitz bites his lip. “Yeah, I know.”

There’s silence for a beat, then Taako rolls his head toward Kravitz and sits up. “Kravitz,” he says dangerously.

“What?”

“Give me that.”

He’s looking at Kravitz’s book. He snatches it up and holds it to his chest. “No.”

“Do not make me come over there and get it, Kravitz.”

“You’re gonna make fun of it!”

“Oh you know I am,” Taako says, hefting himself to his feet. He perches on one arm of the sofa and stares Kravitz down. “Hand it over, I just wanna read the back.”

Kravitz holds it tighter to his chest. “Don’t you have cooking to be doing?”

Taako snatches for it, but Kravitz twists out of the way. “It’s in the oven, bubbeleh, it’s not my problem for at least another fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to do some investigating.” He shuffles onto Kravitz’s lap and grabs again, but Kravitz holds the book tighter.

“This is awfully rude, Taako.”

Taako grins a sharp shark’s grin. “That’s me,” he says, pleased, and digs his fingers into Kravitz’s sides. “Rude and uncivilized.”

Kravitz lets out an extremely undignified squeak. “Oh come on — !” Kravitz snickers, trying to squirm away from Taako’s fingers and failing. “This isn’t fair, we aren’t fifteen — ha — oh come on, this isn’t fair — ”

He breaks away to snort, curling in on himself in a last-ditch defensive attempt. “Oh no you don’t,” Taako says, and even though Kravitz is currently occupied resisting the urge to throw Taako off his lap (he could and they both know it — Taako never was athletic, ‘too much effort’), he can hear the smile in Taako’s voice. “C’mon, Bones, I just wanna read it — ”

“You’re gonna make fun of me!”

“Perish the thought,” Taako says, and finds a sensitive spot along Kravitz’s sides and digs his fingers in. Kravitz rears backward, trying to wriggle away, but Taako snatches the book from his hands.

Kravitz laughs breathlessly, recomposing himself. The air brushes along the petals in his throat and he coughs once, twice, before clearing his throat and declaring, “I hate you.”

“You could never,” Taako says smugly, still perched atop Kravitz’s knees.

“I hate that my tickle spots are the same after ten years,” Kravitz grumbles, burying his face in Taako’s chest. “I’m an adult now, those shouldn’t still work!”

“Not how biology works, homeslice,” Taako says absently, pinching Kravitz’s nose with the hand not occupied holding the back cover in front of his face. Kravitz shakes his head to dislodge Taako’s fingers, smacks Taako’s hand away. “Oh my god, Kravitz.”

Kravitz groans, low and defeated.

“This is awful. This is awful, how do you — a horse? Why is this — is this a gay cowboy story?” Taako tucks two fingers beneath his chin and tugs his face up, brandishing the book at him with the other. “Are you reading a — a fuckin’ homosexual Western?”

“It’s a good genre,” Kravitz defends, blushing furiously. He snatches for the book, but Taako dances out of the way. He’s always been faster than Kravitz. “I don’t need you critiquing my taste in literature.”

“Listen — okay, no, first of all, you definitely do, because this is unacceptable and second, literature? This cannot be called literature, Kravitz! Literature has the word “lit” in and therefore by default cannot be applied to anything you read!”

“I’ve read the draft of your cookbook.”

Taako freezes, then hits him lightly in the chest with his own book. “Take your trash back,” he sulks. “Can’t sully my hands with it anymore.”

“You know I’m right, Taako!”

“I will confess to no such thing.”

“You don’t need to,” Kravitz sing-songs, leaning forward, bracing his elbows on Taako’s knees. “I already know everything I need to.”

Taako stares him dead in the eyes, then pokes his nose. “False. I — I don’t have anything better than false, and also fuck you.”

Kravitz goes to lick his finger and Taako yanks it back, retching. “You’re disgusting!”

“Learned it from Lup,” Kravitz shrugs, grinning unabashedly up at him. “Your sister, your fault.”

“No, that’s not even — you are so far off,” Taako says, disentangling himself from Kravitz’s lap and going to check on the kitchen. “By that logic that means you also gotta blame me for trying to set you up with Barold during freshman year and I want no part of that.”

“I think that worked out for Lup in the end, though,” Kravitz says, standing and stretching. “Chicken done?”

“Almost,” Taako says, putting the oven mitts back. It’d taken Kravitz four years to drill organization into Taako’s head — in this flat everything has a place and will be returned there, thank you. “Five minutes or so.”

“How long until people arrive?”

“You have a clock on your wrist.”

Kravitz sprawls out over the couch and grins cheekily at him. “Too far away.”

“You’re awful,” Taako says, rolling his eyes where Kravitz can see him. “We’ve got half an hour.”

“Cool.” He sits back, studies the ceiling, then picks his head up again. “Hey, could you grab Angus’s present? It’s in my closet.”

“Are you trying to put me back in the closet?”

“And you say my gay jokes are awful.”

Taako pauses, considering. “Okay, yeah, that one was pretty bad. What will you give me in return?”

Kravitz shrugs. “My undying love and affection?”

Taako snorts. “Disgusting,” he says, but tromps obligingly into Kravitz’s room. “Your room’s a mess!”

“Is not!”

“Your bed isn’t made, and there’s dust on the windowsill!”

Kravitz rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry I don’t dust my bedroom often enough for your tastes!”

He hears a muttered “you should be,” then silence. Kravitz closes his eyes, the delicious scent of garlic and rosemary wafting around the kitchen, and waits for Taako’s returning footsteps.

They return, far slower than they should. Kravitz sits up, and when he looks toward the entryway, Taako is carrying a jar of rose petals.

Ice chills in Kravitz’s veins.

“Taako?”

Taako doesn’t say anything as he crosses the room. Kravitz stiffens, scoots over to make room, and Taako sits, face eerily blank. This time, Taako doesn’t bother with his nest of blankets.

“What are these?”

“Petals,” Kravitz says, and in an attempt at lightheartedness says “I’d have thought you’d know that, Taako, your father is a gardener — ”

“Kravitz.”

Kravitz’s heart plummets to his stomach. Taako looks at him and Kravitz can’t hold his gaze, so he looks away, looks to the table still scuffed with bootprints from Taako’s uncaring kicked-up legs.

“Why do you keep them?”

His voice is perfectly even. Taako’s voice is never even. “I like them,” he shrugs. “I know that sounds, uh, fucked up, but — they remind me what I’m — ” He swallows, cuts himself off. “Are you angry?”

Taako ignores his last question. “Yeah, that’s pretty fucked up,” he says. He sets the jar on the table, lips pressed firmly together, eyes still shadowed with something Kravitz can’t quite understand. “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever understand you, Kravitz.”

“Taako, you still know me.”

“He’s a lucky guy.” This time, he’s the one who won’t meet Kravitz’s gaze. “Whoever he is.”

Kravitz blinks. “Taako, it isn’t — it isn’t some guy, it’s — ”

“Don’t.”

“Taako— ”

Taako’s voice is harsh with warning. “Don’t, Kravitz.”

Taako sits up, shoulders tense and gaze fixed rigid on the unlit fireplace in the wall. His jaw is locked tight and Kravitz feels like he can’t breathe and for once, it isn’t the damned garden coating his windpipe.

“Okay,” Kravitz says softly. “Okay, I won’t. Are you all right?”

Taako barks out a laugh, hands fisting in his jeans. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

It doesn’t sound like a compliment.

“I’ve been told,” Kravitz murmurs. He looks toward the fireplace as well. “The chicken’s probably done.”

Taako blinks. “Right,” he says, and stands. “Right. Yeah, it probably is.”

He stands. Kravitz hears the oven door open, shut, metal clanking against metal. There’s a beep of an interior thermometer; a pause, then the rhythmic sound of chopping.

Kravitz’s chest is tight now, too, something uncomfortably heavy pressing on his sternum. This is why he hadn’t said anything. He knew this was going to happen, knew that when Taako found out he would get scared, and he would leave.

Kravitz wants to run, badly. Wants to flee his own flat, take refuge with Hurley and Sloane. Maybe call Julia and see if her dining room table has room for one more, if she’s got tea steeping.

But too many people have left Taako already and if Kravitz leaves now he’ll smash the last of the wooden slats he hasn’t already burned. Instead he forces himself to stand, walk over to his own counter. He — he needs Taako to know this, at least.

“This isn’t your fault, Taako.”

His back is turned toward Kravitz and it stiffens at the words. There’s a pause in the rhythm of his chopping and it lulls, just for a moment; then Taako says, with a voice so unaffected Kravitz startles to hear it, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, my man.”

His heart drops. “Ah,” Kravitz says. In the end, he tells himself, it’s better than it could be — he could have lost Taako entirely. He can keep pretending nothing’s wrong. He — he wouldn’t mind.

Inside his throat, the roses bloom, stretching their petals a bit farther. The prickling feeling of seeds taking root trickles farther up his windpipe and he fights the urge to retch, balling a fist against his mouth and blinking back involuntary tears.

“I think Lup bought Ango trick candles,” Taako says after a while. He slides the diced carrots off the chopping board, drops them in the bowl with a brisk flick of his wrist. “I don’t even think — don’t think she needs them, to be honest. She could just relight ‘em as soon as they go out.”

“He’d realize though,” Kravitz says carefully. “He’s very intelligent.”

“He’ll figure out they’re trick candles pretty fast too,” Taako says sharply. “But yeah. Don’t freak when they keep burning.”

“I won’t.”

Taako hums absently. His back is still turned. He pulls three full tomatoes out of his bag and sets about slicing those. “How long do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

“Cool cool.”

“Do you need help?”

Taako snorts. “Not from you, my man.”

Kravitz bites his lip. He doesn’t know what to say, and that’s what gets him more than anything else — he doesn’t know what to do. He’s never had to dance around Taako. The sort of easy honesty that grew between them was present from the very start, and Kravitz has uprooted it. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how to smooth things out into the easy camaraderie of before.

“Still got Magnus’s ducks?”

“Yeah,” Kravitz says. “Those were in the closet, too. Did you — did you grab Angus’s — ”

“Nah, got a little sidetracked.” Taako brushes a lock of hair out of his face with one shoulder. “Just be warned, I think he’s bringing some more. Takes every chance he can get to, uh, fuckin’ frisbee them at people he knows.”

“I’ll clear more space then,” Kravitz says, and leaves.

He means to grab the present and head back to the kitchen, he really does; but alone, the full weight of Taako’s stubborn denial weighs on him and he sinks to his knees on the patchwork carpet of his closet. He fights to keep his breathing even, he can’t afford to cry because then he’ll start coughing, and that —

He retches. One hand flies to his mouth and the other scrambles for the closet door, pulling it shut. The light spilling in from his bedroom ceases, leaving him in the dark, and Kravitz struggles to keep his coughs as quiet as possible.

It’s different now, this — the petals he’s coughing up seem larger, fuller somehow, and Kravitz’s eyes sting. Gods, he doesn’t want to deal with anyone right now, doesn’t want to deal with Taako. He hopes he’s not audible from the kitchen.

After several minutes the fit passes and Kravitz, now able to breathe easier, slumps back against the wall. He stares into the darkness, the faint halo of light around his door, and buries his head in his hands. Crying is out of the question, he’s too drained — he couldn’t muster tears even if he wanted them — so he dashes a hand across his eyes, his lips, reaching shakily for the water bottle Raven keeps tucked in the back corner. He unscrews it, hands still trembling, and takes a large drink to calm himself.

Kravitz counts thirty seconds, slumped against the wall, hands shaking where he’s folded them in his lap, eyes closed despite the darkness around him. Then he shuts the water bottle, replaces it, and opens the closet door, present in hand.

Scattered around him are full roses’ heads.

Kravitz doesn’t breathe, for several moments. Nothing blocking his windpipe; just shock.

It can get worse, he knows. Progress from petals to full flowers, when love is unrequited. This is what most experts call the point of no return; he probably couldn’t get surgery now, even if he wanted.

His only thought is how upset Raven will be. He hates when she worries.

He kneels, touches the head of one gently. There are at least ten, a dozen petals on each head, and scattered around him are no less than six. He thinks, I’m going to need a larger jar.

For now the smaller ones will have to do. He uncaps one — he and Raven keep them on the top shelf — and shovels them in, careful to leave their heads undamaged. He looks to the windowsill where he kept his jars, looks toward the kitchen where he can hear Taako still chopping, rhythm undaunted, then places this new jar on the sill.

“Find it?” Taako asks, when Kravitz reenters the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Kravitz rasps. One of Taako’s ears flick back toward him, though he himself does not move. Kravitz clears his throat and tries again, voice far more pleasantly full this time.

Five minutes pass in silence before the doorbell rings. Just before Kravitz opens it he hears Taako take a deep breath and glances over to find him arched over his cutting board, knuckles white around the knife.

Kravitz opens the door, a bright smile already in place.

[dalmascandwarf]

hey wednesday what are ur like..5 must watch anime

this is very hard tbh,

maybe,,,(In no particular order, also this is definitely going to be more than five sorry..)

Ghost in the shell

Shoujo Kakumei Utena

Cowboy Bebop

Cardcaptor Sakura

Full Moon wo Sagashite (This deffo isnt for everyone but this is the only show that made me cry for 3 hours straight)

Naruto (Now that I’ve gone back and rewatched it, i find that it has so much more value than I was able to attribute to it when I was younger)

Fullmetal Alchemist

Mousou Dairinin

Samurai Champloo

Ouran Koukou Host Club

Tengen Toppa Gurren  Lagaan

Shugo Chara (Probably not a great show, but it means so much to me its hard for me to not include it)

Macross Frontier

Special A (Not enough people talk about this show, it has great comedic timing and warm characters)

Toradora (A staple to the genre tbh)

K-On

Kimi ni Todoke (Another show that means so much to me that u cant not include)

Nichijou

Kyoukai no Kanata

Space Dandy

Gekkan Shoujou Nozaki-kun

Amagi Brilliant Park

Death Parade

Shokugeki no Souma

Ore Monogatari!!

Boku no Hero Academia

Sakamoto Desu ga?

Mob Psycho 100

Little Witch Academia

Made in Abyss

I,,,.. swear that this is a condensed list. I think I’m just incapable of valuing shows that I love over each other. Also the older shows from my childhood, Im..not entirely sure how great they are for an adult to watch. I just remember loving them when I was like..11 lmao

[mermaidbrothels]

1-103 all odds PLUS 104 because that's pretty important.

Holy crap thank you!! :D

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?                                                                                                                “I am pleased with this.”

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?                  Generally, yes. I do not like drugs. I don’t like the dependency that people develop for them and I above all do not like to be reminded of family members and people in my life who have literally lost their shit to drugs. However, something small and harmless (i.e marijuana) wouldn’t bother me too much. though good luck trying to get me to do anything with you lmao.

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?                                                               Very sober and very regretful.

7. What does your last received text say?                                                          “I hope you have a nice sleep, beautiful”

9. Where was your last kiss at?                                                                            Around three or four weeks ago.

11. What do you drink in the morning?                                                                Coffee cause I GOTTA GET THAT DARK BEAN.

13. Do you think relationships are hard?                                                              Yes. Be it romantic or otherwise. You have to find a balance between being there for another person while still managing to take care of yourself. In my case, I also have to learn when I’m taking on too much emotional baggage from other people so I don’t let myself get to a state of being incredibly overwhelmed. 

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?                                                                                                               Yee, I don’t wanna really be around them so there’s that problem.

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?                         I have two middle names (Anthony Ray) so nope!

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?                      I would ideally like to be, but I’m not going to force myself into another unhappy relationship just so I don’t feel alone.

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?            Oh boy have I.

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?                                                          I get annoyed by people fairly easily, but there’s only one person I legitimately cannot think of anything redeemable in the slightest.  

25. In the past week have you cried?                                                                    I was literally just crying like an hour ago, pls.

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?                                      I dry my body in the shower and my hair in my bedroom. 

29. Do you think you’re old?                                                                                  I’m only twenty so not really, but sometimes I realize how old a show, book, or song is and I’m like ‘holy crap, have I really been alive that long?”

31. What type of day are you having?                                                                  It’s almost 6:30AM where I am, but I’m feeling okay-ish.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?                                                              The cold. Who the fuck likes warm weather?

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?                                                    A relationship. Flings tend to leave me feeling like I’m not worth a lot.

37. What song are you listening to?                                                                      Underneath it all - No Doubt (they’re one of my favorite groups like please if you’ve never listened to them DO IT).

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?    @loki-lime probably knows more about me than any of my friends.

41. When did you last receive a text message?    Around 2AM.

43. How well do you know the last female you texted?                                      She looks at my blog while she poops so.

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?                                       If the person I like lived closer, I would deffo give it a shot.

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?                                      My mother I think?

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?         That’s like an everyday thing tbh.

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?                                                 I don’t hate them, but I know now that I deserve(d) so much more than what they gave me.

53. Do you like rain?                                                                                                Yesssssss!

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?                                   I’ve had crushes on people I’ve never told, but I’ve never been like in love or anything and not told someone.

57. Are you shy?                                                                                                      In most social situations, yes. But once I’m comfortable, I’m pretty fucking annoying.

59. Have you dated the person you texted last?             ��                                     I was attracted to them in that way at one point, but now it’d just be too weird. NOT TO MENTION THEY’RE TAKEN AND I’M NOT A HOME WRECKER.

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?                                                                                 As long as I wasn’t alone, yes.

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?                                       No, I was still wasting my valuable tears on someone who is actual trash.

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?                                              I caught Andrew at work being all sweet to his gf and it was so precious. Like 10/10 good job Andrew.

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?            I have never done my nails, but if I did I would have someone else do them for me.  

69. Do you have any stickers on your car?                                                         I can’t even fucking drive. What is a car?

71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone?                                                                     I’ve only owned an Android and and iPhone and I prefer the Android so.  

73. Do you like diet soda?                                                                                      If Coke Zero counts, then yes.

75. Are you 16 or older?                                                                                          I am thankfully. Don’t miss being 16 even a little bit.  

77. Do you have a job?                                                                                          Yes and I hate it but I need money.

79. Did you ever have braces?                                                                                Nope! I got lucky and my teeth grew in pretty straight. Unlike me.

81. What does your last status on facebook say?                                               "Everyone at work is talking about ‘Your name’ and I refuse to watch it again because I am already a sad enough individual and I don’t want to relive that roller coaster of emotions”.

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?          My dad died before I was even popped out, so my mother.

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?                                                   A friend of mine came to visit from California and I was forced to go see Sing because I refused to watch La La Land.

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?         NEITHER WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS QUESTION? 

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?                                         My hair exists in a state of limbo.

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?          A pool, thanks.

93. …Had sex in a car?          I lost my virginity in a car.

95. What were you doing last night at midnight?                                                  Taking one of my fever dream naps.

97. Do you like the camera on your phone?                                                          I barely use it, but I don’t mind it.

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?                                                         I’ve passed out from crying and vomiting due to drinking.

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?                                                         I don’t have the required parts.

103. Do you have any tan lines right now?                                                           I never do as I am naturally tan.

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?                                        Uh I mean, maybe?

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