#this is MY dream motherfucker i aint marrying you!!!

[demonir]

Ok I'm gonna tell y'all a horribly embarrassing dream I had last night but don't laugh at me too hard ok?

I had a dream I was at a wedding for some reason but didn't know anyone there and yet I was vibing and doing shit and then suddenly somehow I turn into the bride and I do not question this I am just standing at the altar wearing the white dress and thinking "damn I wonder who my husband or wife is gonna be :D" because I'm a goddamn fool

And then who shows up? motherfucking postal dude that's who

I legit tried to run away from the wedding I remember he was chasing me and shit and in my head I'm like "oh god oh fuck no I don't want this oh my fucking god" and then the dream ends and turns into something else (I ended up fighting aliens in a basement after that)

[groovycatcollector]

The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gape

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

AU:I am so sorry this is so long I’ve been in quarantine for seven weeks

Chapter 10

My ass was damp agent the wet garden chair while I brought the beer bottle back up to my lips, must have been an odd site, me sitting in a satin blue bridesmaid dress with a cheap bottle in my hand. The wedding was still merry and loud long after night fell. It was a lovely wedding, and now three of the seven Price children were gone and married. I gulped down the bitter drink (given to me by the eldest Mae, who now can’t drink thanks to getting knocked up) hearing Baba walking stick before I heard her call my name

“Natasha” only she called me that “you hardly tired now solnyshkuh” She sat next to me on the damp bench, ruining her purple dress.

She reached a hand out for me to hold once she was settled and I held it “No Baba, just taking a break” She hummed, shaking my hand affectionately. “Sonya found a boy” She remarked, her accent still thick, she only moved to America in her twenties. She didn’t sound pleased about the prospects of Sonya finding a dance partner “He’s too ugly for her”

He wasn’t ugly in truth, even I was a bit weak at the knees for him. He was Sherry’s mysterious cousin from upstate. He was tall with high cheekbones, and short black hair. He was partnered to lead Sonya down the aisle and took great joy in seeing identical twins. We chatting for a while before dinner all three of us, but I quickly excused myself to after Sonya gave me a side-glance meaning: “Please fuck off I want to sit on his face”. So I excused myself to go play with Florence’s new-born Daisy.

I chuckled and handed her the bottle, offering her a sip. I was closest to her, she choice mine and Sonya’s name, which of course it had to be from a Russian old book. Irena Katina Nikolaevna Lebedev was probably the proudest person I know, even prouder to still to be Russian. But Irena Katina Nikolaevna Lebedev didn’t like pretty boys, she didn’t trust them, and my twin had just found one to dance with at our brothers wedding.

“You” She took a swig, still holding my hand. “You find a strong man, with nice arms” I looked at her, her head covered in her shawl, and underneath I knew was a jungle of curls that travelled through the family. “No soft’s like Ray, a good man, perhaps rich man would be nice” Thin lips that often spat out scaving remarks curled into a smile. “Now come” Baba bent forward and allowed her walking stick to prop her up.

Despite the hair, the name and the honesty I have inherited from her, it was the eyes that I and Sonya got. Big dark eyes, but hers like looked at the world like she knew its secrets “I get you real drink, we are Russian, no Americans” I laughed before linking arms with her and proceeded to get hammered.

 Last time I was in a church I was in blue satin, now I stood in a white shirt, holding a small child in an onesie. Maggie, Glenn and Father Gabriel stood around to the holy water. I felt kind of awkward being back in a church for some reason, well more than awkward, I was kinda panicking if I’m being honest. I had barley decided on a name, why the fuck did I always zone out when they got mushy.

“What do you think?” Beau asked, leaning agents the fireplace looking fondly at his girlfriend chatting to our Grandpa. My curly head barley reached the mantel only being thirteen. “She’s real pretty” I said, and he, still not taking his eyes off of her, smiled. My no nonsense older brother finally got bit with the love bug. Florence and Mary-Grace already knew Noelle from school, but it was her first time meeting the rest of us; Dwight, the parents, grandparents and the kid sisters (that’s were me and Sonya came in)

Her dark hair stood out in the room like a sore thumb in a family of blondes and redheads. Mary-Grace and her bright flames of hair took Mae’s place next to Baba by the fire now she had moved out and gotten married. Beau, being the third oldest in the house at nineteen, stood a good foot and a half taller than me, with curls brighter than mine and Sonya’s, and blue eyes like my daddy.

Our house was really only one room that wasn’t used for sleeping, were we all were now. It acted as kitchen, sitting room and dining room all on top of each other since Baba and grandpa had to move in.

“How in the name of Moses did you get a girl like that Beau?” Sonya came sneaking up behind us “Seriously man she’s a ten and you are an ugly motherfucker” My image remarked crossing her arms over her chest. Beau simply rolled his eyes “language” he muttered before pushing her in the shoulder.

Everything was all a blur as Gabriel was mumbling Latin from a book, which in fairness is pretty hard to read considering it’s a dead language. “Name of guardian?” He asked finally looking up at me after taking the boy from my hands.  None of this felt real for some reason, I felt like I was in a dream. I shuffled my feet and licked my lips, my body getting nervous, deep breath Nina.

Pulling my shoulders back I announced myself “Natasha Ilyinichna Irena Lebedev Price” I heard a faint “Oh yeah I forgot she was Russian” from Maggie, forcing myself to smile at her.

Still not looking at my nephew or the priest. I focused on the cross behind his head, I was anxious to get this done with, to make sure he had sort of protection. My eyes darted around the room as Maggie and Glenn were called to pour the holy water over the baby’s head, both giving me an odd look and asking if I was alright.

 “What do you think of it all?” Sonya whispered in a hush as we lay in the dark, both of us trying to ignore the sound of our parents shouting. Parents shouting at the decision Sonya had made. “Think of what?” I asked, tucking the bedsheet up to my chin. She sat up in the double bed we shared. “Don’t fucking play me Nina” Her voice was harsh and bolder then usual, for a girl so reserved and gentile, she was pissed.  

She sat up and turned the lamp on, making Mary-Grace groan and tousle from the other side of the room. She sat up and crossed her arms, her mouth twitching “Well?”

Groaning I sat up too, not wanting to have this conversation. “What do you want me to say?” She was looking for a fight and I knew it. Her sporadic hand gestures gave her away “What you think? What do you think I should do?” Sonya’s eyes welled up with tears. I sighed “I don’t know Sonya, it’s a big decision”

She wanted to move to New York and live with Florence, who had a townhouse with her husband and two kids. Sonya had won a scholarship in the last pageant, and wanted to be an architect… and leave. New York sounded good, fun. Just far away. “Why do you even want to leave?” I asked with a sight, not understanding her longing to leave the safety of trees that surrounded the town.

“What do you mean why do I want to leave?” She looked at me dumbfounded, and a heavy air set between us. “If you were given the opportunity to get out you would too, I don’t want to be sewn to your hip for the rest of my life”. I raised my eyebrow at that, “You’re stuck to my hip?” I scoffed “Fuck off Sonya don’t be such a cunt” My arms got a chill looking at her face contort trying to control her rage.

“I think you’re jealous” She scaved, leaning forward into my face “I think you’re freaking out that you just realized you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your life” I leaned over her, not breaking eye contact, and turned off the lamp. My heart racing at her words, wanting to shout and kick and bite for what she said. But I didn’t. “I think you’re freaking out because you don’t know you who are without me” I whispered.

She stared dumbfounded, knowing I was right. Neither of us really knew who we were without the other. Didn’t matter if he had different interests, who liked pageants or cross country. Who was closer to Baba or Grandpa. We didn’t know who we were without each other.

I turned away from her pulling the bedsheet around me “Night Sonya”

“I aint going with you guys tomorrow, I don’t want to listen to you all the way to Roanoke”

 “Do you have a name ?” Maggie asked, just as they were about to pour the water on his head. Snapping back into reality, looking at the kid for the first time since we got into the church. “Uhh” oh shit yeah a name “Cain” I said, suddenly remembering “Cain Lyova Price” I forced a smile, not really listening.

Feeling a pang of grief for my brother that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. I watched them together drunk his head into the water, whispering prayers of protection. And finally he would be protected, not in this world but in death. I closed my eyes feeling a shudder down my spine, God don’t let him die.

My brothers child, that stupid bastard should be here not me. He could have given him a good name. I mean Cain? What kind of stupid name was that?

I felt all the anger and grief bubble up, making my chest break into silent sobs. No. Not now. I can’t feel it now. I smiled, whipping the tear that had risen in my eye, trying to pass it off as tears of joy before hugging the tree.

I take the kid- Cain, back into my arms, before smiling and saying quickly a thanks and how I had to get to the infirmary.

 **

 The infirmary was as it usually was, quiet. Today we had the riveting excitement of Eugene asking if a mole was cancerous, which it wasn’t as he’d had it for a few years and had not grown, moved or changed colour or shape.

“You okay?” Denise asked me just as our ‘patient’ left. I smiled picking up the bab-Cain and shaking a bottle of formula. “Yeah fine” I lied with a smile, not wanting to acknowledge the tightness I felt in my throat for my brother. The doctor narrowed her eyes, before sitting down in front of her cheat sheet. She was just about to open her mouth to argue when I interrupted “Yah know what I haven’t had in a while?” She knew she didn’t have to answer, my nerves giving me the gift of small talk.

“A good piss up” I stated, nudging the bottle into Cain’s mouth. I laughed to myself while Denise just looked at me confused. “Remember the boxes of moonshine we found? Do you think they’d miss just one?” My colleague stood frowning “Nine we can’t steal, we need them to disinfect wounds” Her scolding me, though not sounding entirely too agents the idea. I rolled my eyes as she came closer, putting a hand on the baby’s foot.

“So what did you name him?” She changed the subject, looking up at me and pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Cain” I whispered looking down at him. “Or Lyova, havn’t decided wich one I want to call him” Denise hummed looking back at him, whos hands were grasped to the bottle, gulping like it was his last ever feed.

“Lyova, havn’t heard that one before” She looked up at me “Russian, for Lion” I explained. She nodded before moving back to study her cheat sheet. “Makes sense if he has hair like yours”. I faked laughed, looking back down, his daddy had lighter hair, more white then mine.

A few hours passed, the normal routine had taken over when Carol walked in with her usual chirpy smile. “Hey girls” she sang, placing a basket on the operating table. I still didn’t trust her, felt like she wasn’t being honest for some reason, no one survives out there and still comes there smiling and cheerful. I figured she was a bit like me in that way, full of shit.

Carol turned to look at me, one hand on her hip “So, what did you call him?” jeeze everyone wants to know this kids name. “Cain Lyova” I smiled back, a smile equally full of shit of the one I was reciprocating. “Oh Lyova, that’s beautiful” She cooed, leaning down to look at him sitting on the floor shaking a toy.  “It was my great-uncles” I noted, not too keen on mention that he was fighting for the soviets in Word War II.

I smiled at her, the colour on her neat jumper suited her, a pale blue. “I was thinking” She straightened up and faced me “Why don’t we celebrate?” She gave a little hmmp after indicating it was more of a request then a question. I raised an eyebrow, maybe she was listening in before smiling. “It’s not every day we’ve something to celebrate, could invite one or two people over and have a drink tonight” shaking my head I let out a sigh. Well I can’t believe it my dreams just came true. “Ma’am I think you read my mind”

 I woke up to the sound of the creaks of heavy footsteps followed by the door squeaking open. It was cold, and Sonya was snuggled up agents by back protecting herself agents the snow that fell softly on the window. My first speculation was that it was some sick murderer dressed up as Santa to kill us, it being Christmas Eve but soon decided that it was just Daddy going for a cigarette.

Just wanting to calm my nerves I pulled myself free of my sister, and immediately regretting leaving the warmth of the bed once the sting of the December air. Pulling my shoulders up close to my neck to try keep the warmth from leaving my body, I opened the door of our bedroom into the sitting room to see the front door wide open letting the snow in. Rushing to see what is was I ran to the door and peeped out, scared shitless and freezing my tits off.

What I saw gave me an icy shock of what I would never get out of my head. Baba stood, bare foot in her white nightgown in the snow. Her curly hair down, reaching past her waist as she fell to her knees and let out a shriek. I turned and grabbed a blanket from the couch and ran out to get her.

“Baba” I called stepping down from the porch “Come back inside its freezing”. She didn’t turn to look at me. Just sat in the snow looking up at the pine trees.

“Baba” I called again, a little softer, I was only a few feet away from her now. Baba sat motionless, her knees now either side of her. I could hear her muttering in Russian, something about a sister

She was rocking back and forth, not breaking her eyes from the trees“Net net ne ona, ne snova ne moya sestra, pozhaluysta, ne moya sestra”. I placed a hand on her shoulder, making her stop rocking.

I cupped my hand under her armpits pulling her up before wrapping the blanket around her shoulders “C’mon Baba, let’s get you inside”.

 Oh yeah I was drunk. Glenn, Daryl, Aaron, Spencer and I may have ended up playing a drinking game. Turns out I’ve done a lot of things and slept with a lot of people because I lost pretty hard. Also turns out, I speak a bit of Russian when I’m drunk, didn’t even know I knew Russian that well, the more you know I suppose.

One or two people according to Carol turned out to be most of Alexandria, not that I minded, it gave me a break from the baby because so many people wanted to hold him.  I liked Carol, even if she was full of shit, I liked her, and I respect people who do what they can to survive. Though, seeing her be all flirty with Tobin was a bit gross. Then all of a sudden I looked around the room and everyone was flirting with everyone.

Anyways, now someone has Cain or Lyova or whatever to fuck I named him, and I was lying on the grass, pretty shitfaced. I liked looking at the stars, one good thing about this godforsaken shithole with dead sons’o’bitches walking around is that we have more stars.

I liked stars. I put my palms down flat to the ground to try steady myself from feeling so dizzy. The other hand rested carefully on my bottle, quiet comfortable on my own. Not wanting to be in a room with so many people. Last time I was in a room celebrating something was with my family, and now they’re all dead.

I heard a whistle behind me and I craned my head back to see, still not knowing who it was I raised a hand waving hi. “Hey kid” ahh the familiar grumblings of Mr. Dixon. “Mr. Dixon how nice of you to join me” I said politely as he stood above my head, he looked confused, but his cheeks were pink.

“Whacha doin’ out here?” Jeeze straight to the point. He was standing pretty close, his feet barley a centimetre from my head. I thought for a moment before answer “I went for a stroll, thought it could sober me up a bit” I was being honest. “Didn’t think I’d screwed so many  people” I laughed to myself, sitting up a bit to bring the bottle to my lips.

Daryl sat down with a sigh “I think you’d had enough” he went to take the bottle out of my hand but I pulled it away, cradling it like a baby “Heyyyyyy hold on a minute Mr. Dixon” He rolled his eyes, before looking away and looking back again. I liked his eyes, even if he acted like he was all tough his eyes were soft, and sweet.

 “So, why Cain?” He lay next to me, our shoulders barley brushing and my stomach suddenly did a summer sault “Well I thought I was being kinda clever” I slurred, my mouth not willing to articulate. “You know the story of Cain and Able?” One hand was rested on the bottle that hung loosely by my side, while the other was thrown up in the air, flopping like crazy.

“Nah, I don’t believe in that bible stuff” He said, moving his hands to rest on his abdomen, I glanced over at him “So who was Cain and Able” He inquired looking at me. I smiled to myself, feeling a sudden purpose in the years my Mama spent telling us the stories.

“They were brothers” I said simply “But when Cain killed Able God cursed him with immortality, no one could hurt him; he would forever be in divine protection” I trailed off, my arm still upright stilled.

“And I was hoping, with me killing my brother God would grant my Cain protection in this fuckin’ curse of the world” I sighed, feeling the guilt and remorse I had been keeping busy to ignore swung  up. I dropped my hand.

“’m sorry” He said and I turned to meet his face. “I had to kill my brother too” I’m not sure if it was the liquor or the grief, but I swear I could feel the ground pulsing beneath me. I looked at the archers’ face, all the lines and scares that told his story presented so plainly but all upstaged by the soul in his eyes. I suddenly felt like I knew him, or wanted to know him at.

For as much as we talked about our home lives it was only pre-apocalypse, never after. “I went out looking for him and found him as a walker, it really fucked with me for a while” he explained “He cut his own hand off right at the start, so he had this” it was his turn to lift his forearm “Badass knife put on in it’s place” He smiled, I like his smile, it made me smile too.

Daryl dropped his arm, and his smile. He turned his head back up to the sky but I didn’t look away, not yet. I decided to share my tale “I was on a run when he was born, and something must have gone wrong” Now I turned my face away, feeling my throat welling up, I barley thought about what happened, let alone talked about it.

“He-Cain must have then been quiet, because when I came in Beau was cradling Noel” I took a deep breath “Who was covered in her own blood, and I had just opened the door when he’d slit his own throat” My voice broke, and the corner of my eyes were stinging with tears. “But the fool didn’t go deep enough so he was just sitting there bleeding out with his wife” I let the bottle drop, not caring anymore.

I felt Daryl grab my hand, and I squeezed it tight. I let out a laugh, trying to brush off the sudden outburst of realizing that was the first time I’ve said his name in six months “Sorry, guess I’m just a sap” Jesus this is embarrassing, at least I didn’t vomit on his, yet.

I felt him squeeze my hand and I looked at him “You ain’t a sap, he was your brother” I smiled at him, grateful. I turned my head back up to look at the glimmers of the night sky. Feeling my throat well up again, I coughed, trying to keep it down.

I listened to the crickets, and the songbirds, and the thumping of my chest before remembering I was still holding Daryl’s hand.

“Yah know” I said, looking at him again “This is real romantic” My chest, previously stifling sobs was now bursting with laugher. “You and me” He said, smiling “Looking at the stars, holding hands, swappin’ stories about how we killed our brothers”

The stupidity and seriousness of the situation spurred my laughter on more

For the first time in nearly four years it was completely safe, I didn’t feel like I had to be ready to attack, or run or suddenly become a mom of a kid I didn’t make.

 It was just him and me, lying in the dry grass, looking at the starry sky.

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creative writing

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"Too many bongs" silly bastard.

So it started when i was around 15 my cousin was living with me and my Dad, he smoked pot, so did my aunty but ill get into that in a bit. I used to sneak into my cousins room and look for crumbs of weed in his draws if i found some i would scarpe them up run into my room and roll a joint. And then off too school i went. I was on the bus right (thought i was super stoned) smelt more like tobacco but oh well i was just getting into it. I packed myself a tin of baked beens and some other garbage thought it was hilarious and sat next to a girl from highschool and giggled the whole was. That was loads of fun. Serously, it was dont mind my monotone like writing im just not in the descriptive mood you know. It gets like that after too many trips. So off on the gateway heaven to drugs (not good, dont condone. sarcasm) And then my favourite cousin, the on i grew up with just around the corner from me and i would sneak into my aunties room and scuffle around ooking for scrapings of weed on the ground we got high all the bloody time and i dont regret that for a second.. i regret it for a lot more. Im starting to feel depressed brb having some valium. I needed to take the edge off. Its unfortunate weed does that to some people. Im starting to really question the war on drugs, and wheres the fucking happy pill? I remember one time me and some of my old friends "were out the back" (where we would smoke bongs) saw her dog eat a whole lizard we cracked up so fucking hard. She literally dug it out of the ground. Its funny being a teenager and thinking your being all stealth mode while your parents know exactly what your doing. We had this weird ongoing joke that we were gagging and spewing after bongs just to see who would actually spew from it. it was hilarious. I wont write about all of that.

"a Fucking cigarette" for fuck sake.

so it all started when i was 18 i began to lose my mind. I walked outside and saw the moon beaming. i looked up to the stars and wondered if i was alone. Were there aliens above me? was i sent from above. "clearly i was delusion, says the nagging voice in my head. But i was so filled with wonder, i felt wonderful. This was after smoking a cigarette.. benson and hedges ofcourse. I felt as if i was on a trip. I didnt know whether or not there was drugs in me but looking back its okay. It was a memory... a thought maybe i should get Mr Burns with radiation poising tattood on my overly big calves. Hmm probably not. So, that was my first paranoid delusion which in retrospect is a conspiracy that many people have delved into in he past and havent given up on themselves. but was it heresay for them and experience for us? Thats the question that was just on my mind, Hmm. I was told not long after my eighteenth birthday that i was not going to "make it in life" because i hadnt been to university or finished highschool. So off in an ambulance to the nuthouse i went. Because of PSTD i wont go into it, but i will say this; dont give up before youve really understood yourself and the world. dont giv up ever. Suicide, delusions, conspiracys are memories adventures and i didnt line that up perfectly but look life is life, and there aint nothing better than that. Life is an awfully big adventure. Peter pan quote, flipped on its head for ya.

"Lulu" my baby pup.

So itd been a long hard 3 months in hospital, i had just gone through another mental beating off of the nurses. One of them pulled my hair. Cunt. In his defence i spat a pill at him cause i was sick of being over drugged. Valium, seroquel, clopixal, flouxitine, clozapine. and many acufazes... they inject the violent patients with it. I couldnt help it id gotten into my first cat fight and enjoyed it a little too much. They locked me in there and then wouldnt let me go to the toilet. So i pissed on there motherfucking floor. "Ha!" had to clean that one up didnt ya hospital. It was really in humane the way they wre treating people honestly its like american horror story back there, where the people never get out. I had a vivid dream that someone was going to kill me. i wasnt wrong they literally dressed up in all black and came for me. i woke up and remembered the one thing my ex told me "i hope you scream" and so i did and he/she ran away i had suspicions that the black hooded figure crept into the medicine room... the room noone ever walked in or out of? Hmm. i wnder what they are hiding. another DREAM i was having was that there were homeless people hiding in the bushes outside of concord waiting to kill. i guess they chose to see red. idiots. Its been a long 10 years discovering the world isnt all rainbows and butterflies. And im over the hospital trying to cover there arses. be gone with it, they are using it as a prison now, trust me. I saw the badges. I was let go, thank fuck for that. My dogs barking madly outside. PRobably seing things pretty sure my dog sees dead people "haha" or possibly shes seeing things in time. I do believe its possible but what it is is a delay in the workings of the universe. Dont tell me that i know theres time differences. I didnt go to uni to have to see to believe. Thre was a woman that was pregnant in there, she smeared shit all over the walls so im guessing she never even got let out to do that. WHAT THE FUCK! SERIOUSLY! I guess the toughst people do go through the toughest battles. Im an aussie battler. ive never used that one before, that saying i mean. i really hope my first love doesnt end his life. Same with my most recent ex he just got out of a relationship with me and went straight back to his first love, and to me thats okay. Its good, im glad. I was going to hold him back ya know? i really was he had money and everything. Thats another thing the test of time has taught me. Love and let go. Wow it just dawned on me that the saying if you love something let it go... wait im changing that if you love someone let them go, and if they go and dont come back theyve moved on positively or negatively. I cant help falling inlove with the feeling of love over and over again. He told me he was going to marry me, were just kids. I wonder if ill ever find someone to love me again. I thought i was depressed and broken hearted. and i really was, i couldnt eat i couldnt sleep i couldnt speak.

"whinging again" the fucking hospital Theyve taken so much blood off of me its unbelievable, okay done whinging.

"sex" here we go. i havent had sex in so long, it feels like years. I cant help that my thing is to make love and really connect on that level where your both in it. really enjoying it.

"by the way" the man that stalked and preyed on kids is locked in a basement getting the shit beaten out of him. I think maybe torture is enough. lay him to rest.

[averymessyxmas]

Chapter 7

adding songs to each character based on the plot or present song) (I have not proof read SORRY FOR TYPOS)

MJ: “Last Time” -Trey Songz:

After 5 cups of Exclusive Liquor Gia and I was making out on the couch, I was trying to get her bra off, while she was trying to get my belt off. I wasn’t thinking about Danielle, my kids nothing, the liquor and emotions was taking over. My iPhone kept going off. Gia got up and sighed, she passed me my phone. “You still married” She said with an attitude. I palmed my face sitting up on the couch. She passed me my keys. “I’m not doing this with you Malcom, I told you I’m not your #2, stop hitting me up and seeing me when I’m second on your mind or your wife and you have issues” Gia said. I shook my head. “It ain’t like that G” I said. She laughed. “Then what is it then, you always do this, and I fall for that stupid shit, I been with you since I was 16, I had your back when you was selling that shit, I bet your perfect wife knows nothing about your past, I was there, I helped your grandma bail you out and you sidelined me fuck you!” She yelled at me. I shook my head and picked up a picture frame she had of us together. “Why you still waiting for then G?” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not anymore, I got somebody that I been putting to side because I’m scared another Nigga will come up in my life in make me a side chick when I was the main bitch, I deserved the ring, but all I got was Dick and trust issues”. She walked over to the linen closet. She threw a blanket at me. “You can crash on my couch tonight, but you got to be gone by morning” She simply said to me. “Gia, you act like you wasn’t out here having me look over my shoulders, you fucked my homeboy, you also had a whole nigga while I was jail, man fuck out here with that “Wifey” Shit, that’s why you just get the dick and she got my kids, and my ring”. I told her turning around. She started hitting my on my back. “Fuck you! I never fucked anybody you believed all the lies Mack told you about me, that’s on you stupid ass, be honest with yourself you just never loved me” She said. I shrugged my shoulders. “You held me down yeah, you helped me get out of jail, you helped me sell, you helped me but you didn’t better me G, you loved that hood life, I wanted out man, you kept wanting me to be down, I had to go to college and get my education, what are you doing with your life? Still waiting on a Nigga that’s married, you used to have dreams of doing hair and makeup, how’s that going?” I asked. She looked at me with her eyes watering. “I work at Mac now, I been doing what the fuck I got to do, but your right yeah I loved that life but I was young just like you, you still left me hanging, you just wanted somebody who didn’t remind you of who you used to be, now look at you, she’s out of your league and your crashing on my couch”. She walked away snatching the picture of Us off the table near the couch and tossed it in the trash before turning off the light and leaving me in the dark. “Man, what the fuck” I stressed.

Narkim:  (ASAP- T.I.) :

I was racing through 285 to get back to the West Side to give Mack this $50,000 for this drop I just had to do. “A nigga try to play me Ima blow him off the map ASAP” I sang zipping through cars in my range. When I pulled up at Macks spot. “Listen Nigga, I don’t know what you do for your respect, but Ima die for mine”. I milly rocked a little before getting out the car. “Finally, my best man done came through for me, how much they give you College Boy?” He asked. I dropped the bag infront of him. “50 thou” I told him. He smiled and opened the bag, “Take your cut nigga” he gave me 10 bands. I nodded. He motioned me to meet him in the back room. “Sit down youngin” He said. He sat on the desk while I sat in the chair. I was nervous around him ever since he pulled that glock on me. “Be easy man, chill, relax motherfucker” He said laughing. I tried my best. “Now, I noticed that, that little bitch Nisha has been having your head all fucking twisted kind of remind me of how MJ, had this little broad named Gia, fucking with his head and shit back when we was both big balling for King Ace, now MJ left the game got that white picked fence life, but I can tell you really made for this shit, you could one day take over my west side wing for me young blood, I mean you book smart, fye with the shit” He told me. I didn’t know If I wanted this as a career, can’t be a dope boy all your life, I could save maybe then get out the game but right now this shit excited me. He went in his drawer and passed me a strap. “Yoo Mack, I don’t know” I said to him. I put it back on the table. “Nigga, motherfuckers what to take yo spot, you riding round with my money, and your money it’s either kill or be killed” He told me. I nodded. He patted my back before leaving me to stare at the gun. I thought about what he said and grabbed the gun, my cut and bounced to my girl crib. “You off today?”  I asked her. She nodded. “I needed a break” She said. She climbed on me and kissed on me. “What’s up with you, where your head at baby?” She asked. I sighed and laid my head on her chest. “Nori, Mack, my family” I said to her. “What’s up with Nor Nor?” She asked. I sighed and looked at her, she lightly got up and sat near me. “Man, Andre’ in prison cause of me, I put the brick in his car, that shit been laying heavy on me ever since I found out my sister carrying his baby man, shit stressful, she could do this by herself cause of me, then Mack want me to take over the West Side turf, he gave me a strap, my parents divorcing, my brother fucking his teacher, MJ found out I’m selling he going to kill me before the streets do man”. I confessed to her. She just stared into space. “You got to tell Nori, you got to do something better with your life then just be a “West Side Turf” nigga”. She said. I shook my head. “Nah, if I tell my twin what I did she going be hurt forreal Nish, I can’t” I said to her. She palmed my face. “It will hurt you more to see her struggle with that baby more than it will to just tell her the truth, at least try to come up with the money to get Dre out, ASAP and maybe she will forgive you”. She told me. I kissed her. “Man, when I take over baby you wont have to strip no more, shit you don’t have to strip now I pay your rent, I bought you that Lexus you pushing we all good, you can be my Queen” I told her. She smiled. “Aww your trap queen? Worrying about both of our lives, our future kids lives, Prison, Nah nigga I’m cool” She said. I tickled her and kissed on her. She giggled. “Stop nigga, you going to keep playing or come to the room”. She said looking at me seductively. I smirked at her and undid my pants. “We can do it anywhere” I sang.

Nori: (Next morning) (9 days till Christmas) (“To Zion”- Lauryn Hill)

I woke up to a text from Narkim. “At Nish, I’m good, how’s nephew?” He asked. I texted back. “He’s fine, moving around”. I replied. I got up and took a shower and got ready to meet the fam downstairs for breakfast. I went into Narkims room and grabbed his Adidas track suit. I wanted to be cute through my pregnancy but for now I’m just hide it. I did my make up a little and straightened my hair. I felt pretty for once. I walked into the dining room where D, Vi, and Michael, Nylah and Nessa were. Mommy came down in her robe with her scarf still on. “No breakfast?” She asked. “Vi made Cinnamon rolls that’s it” D said. Nylah was going in on them rolls. “Dang La, can mama and I eat?” I said laughing. I poured some cereal and fixed 3 cinnamon rolls and dipped them in the cereal as I ate. I looked up to D and Mama looking at me. The others were having a debate on if Cinnamon rolls were better then French toast sticks. “You hungry?” My mama asked. I slowly nodded. “I didn’t eat much last night” I lied to her. She nodded. “Well guys, I had a dream about a fish again last night” She said. Everybody looked at me but D and La. I’m assuming Vi told Mike. “Mama you know that fish aint accurate, last time you assumed it was Nori, and she was still a virgin, who you think it is now me? I have been feeling crazy” D joked. She waved him off. “I was right about Dani both times, that last time, I assumed it was Vada”. She said looking at Vada. “Nah mama we good over here” She said. My mom nodded. “I see that” She laughed. “I assumed it was Nessa last time, but she was just about to graduate so I knew it wasn’t her, it wasn’t Dani, it wasn’t Nori, I even asked the boys if they got somebody pregnant” She giggled. “Now I could be wrong this time too, she looked at all of us suspiciously. “Mama I wrap it up, aint no babies this way” D said. She cut her eyes at him. “Better not be no hoes coming up in here claiming you got them pregnant, I will whoop yo ass “She said. He smirked at her, while Nylah was laughing but looking down. “Nori?” She asked. “You been weird lately, I know you better not be knocked up coming up in here after me and your daddy worked hard to get our baby girl in the best HBCU” She said. I tried my best to not make eye contact with her cause she could tell when I was lying. “Mama, I been busy with Majorette classes that’s the last thing on my mind” I lied. “Could be me!” Nessa blurted out. She looked at me then back at mom. She shook her head. “No man, no ring, you better not be before me and your father have met them” She said. Nessa laughed out a fake laugh. “Gotcha!” She said. My mom rolled her eyes laughing. “Yall are some funny kids, I could be wrong again, maybe Dani is pregnant again” She said. We all nodded. “Seems accurate or it could be Grandma Rudy” Vada said smirking. My mom threw a dry piece of cereal at her. “Shut up!” She laughed. “Where is that mother of mine anyways?” She asked. “Charles, I think” D said. My mama rolled her eyes. “Damn Charles”. La and I cleaned the kitchen while everyone chilled out for a little while, we were going to have Italian night with the family, catered from Olive Garden, it was going to be the 2nd family dinner since the last blow up we had. We wanted to be drama free for a moment. I went upstairs to take a nap. While I was dozing off, my mom walked in. Damn no privacy I thought. “Norielle, I know I’m hard on you and Narkim, but I want the best for all my kids, but you guys were my miracle babies, I expect nothing but greatness from yall” She said to me. I nodded. My baby had kicked me hard as shit. “Shhhhh” I said out loud. My mom looked at me crazy. “Cramps” I told her. She nodded. “I have pills if you need some, I’m sorry for excusing you, I know you not stupid” She said smiling before closing the door. I rolled my eyes. Shit happens, I’m not stupid. I pressed play on my phone for my music to play. I put the phone on my tummy, so the baby could hear music, so it could calm him down. “You trying to get me caught Baby” I said.

Vada: (“Sorry Not Sorry” -Demi Lovato)

It was 3pm and Omari had decided to meet me at this Milo mar a fancy lunch spot before Dinner. “Baby you like nice” Michael said kissing me. “Yeah meeting my old friends” I lied. He left to go in the living room of the guest house. “Hey Mike” I heard. I walked in the living room to see Nori. “Hey Nor, Nor, what’s up baby mama?” I said to her smiling rubbing on her tummy. “Nothing bored” She said. She laid on my bed while I closed the room door to finish getting ready. “Going out with Omari?” She asked. I shushed her. She shrugged. “Why open up a door you already closed for what?” She asked. I rolled my eyes.  “Nori it’s not like that”. I said. I looked at myself one more time before I grabbed my keys. I kissed Michael and walked out with Nori. “Don’t tell Nessa shit!” I told her. She nodded. I got in my car and drove to see Omari. I pulled up 15minutes later, I got out and gave my key to Valet. I walked in and he was sitting at the table smiling. “Hey Beautiful” He said to me. I felt like I was back in high school. I smiled. “Hey” He got up to hug me and pulled out the chair for me. “Thanks” I said nervously. “You have blossomed into a beautiful young woman” He told me. I blushed looking down. We talked for a little bit. He let me know he was a HR director for Home Depot. He was married once but got a divorce a year ago. He has a daughter who is 4 named Violet. He showed me a picture. “Wow, she is beautiful” I said to him. He nodded and smiled. “All my relationships failed because I missed you, you were like my best friend and my homie, man we were dope together, you were going to be my trophy wife and I was going to be a football star” He said. I nodded slowly. “Yeah, young and dumb, I am now a top stylist for Essence Magazine, I live in New York and I have a bomb ass Mercedes Benz, my life is amazing” I gloated smiling. He looked down and nodded. “I know, I fucked up” He said. “I’m sure it’s behind you but I really need you to know man, I was fucked up man, we both were, that night fucked up our lives more than you know, I mean I’m sure you do. When you left Ness found out she was pregnant, I wanted her to keep it because I felt I made my bed, so I should lay in it. She ended up getting an abortion, she felt bad she said She didn’t want a constant reminder that we fucked you know. She went into depression that so she got hooked on pain killers, I went to Georgia State playing for the bulldogs, but my grades fell behind and I got kicked off the team, We was there for each other at the time, but we ended up ending the relationship cause I loved her yeah, but I felt like we should have been together and I didn’t know what to say if you had seen us together, so we just cut all ties with each other, her senior year” He confessed to me. My blood was fucking boiling. “You fucked my sister more than once? You formed a relationship with her? You got my sister pregnant?” I said to him. He looked at me concerned. “Ness aint tell you?” He asked. I shook my head and grabbed my purse as I got up. “Stop calling her Ness, It’s Janessa to you, I thought I was over this bullshit, but this shit fucking hurt more than it did before, I wish you the best Omari, but I’m engaged to a doctor, were on two different levels honey” I told him. I was almost out the door when he chased me down. He turned me around and kissed me. I thought about him chasing me down and telling me he’s sorry many nights when I was young, and this kiss felt nice, but it felt wrong. I pushed him back. “Omari please let this go, let us go I would never be with you even if I was single you betrayed me” I told him before leaving. I couldn’t wait to get home and let that fucking lying bitch Janessa have it.

Janessa: (Bag Lady- Erykah Badu)

It was almost time for Dinner, we were all getting ready. Moms new man was coming over and so was Dads girlfriend Kristen. I was nervous because Dylan and Chase were finally going to meet my family. I went down stairs to help the caterers bring the food to the table. “There’s my lovely daughters” I heard my mother say. Nori had just come down stairs to help me. We both looked at her, she was arm in arm with a Handsome Older Man. He smiled at us and kissed our hands. “Lovely to meet Rice’s beautiful daughters I’m Stephan Morris, I thought you had 3 girls?” He asked. He looked at her. “Oh, um Vada is out with friends she will be here soon”. Nori said. They sat down at the table and was giggling at each other all night. “This is weird” Nori said. I nodded. Narkim came in a minutes later. “Whats up fambam!” He yelled. Damien dapped him up. “Yo where’s MJ?” I asked. MJ came downstairs. “Yo you snuck in?” Damien asked. He shrugged “yall was napping and shit”. He went to sit down. Narkim and Nori of course sat down next to each other. MJ was mugging Mom’s new man Stephan. “Hello Family” My father said. Behind him trolling in awkwardly was Kristen. “Hi” She said. Damien and Nylah were chatting with each other sitting down. Dad and Kristen sat at the opposite end of the table. “Vi!” Damien yelled. Michael and Vada walked in. I smiled at them. “Hey yall” Vada ignored me, Michael hugged me before sitting down. Everyone was at the table. I was nervous as I sat down at the table. “Hey babies” Grandma Rudy said walking high as hell.  She sat down near me. “We all here?” My dad asked. The doorbell rang and Narkim who was already up went to get it. In walked my husband looking sexy in his Denim Coat with the fur collar, with Chase matching coat. “Umm I remember you…Um Dylan” Damien said. He then looked at me. “Ohhhhh shit Dylan from past thanksgiving” He said. My father looked over at me. “Janessa what is this?” He asked. I grabbed Chase from Dylan and brought them over to sit down near me. “You got his portable highchair?” I asked him. “Nah, I left it at my mom’s crib” He said to me. “Janessa your father is talking to you?” My mother said. “Mom, Dad this is my family. My son Chase Matthew Scott, and my husband you remember Dylan?” I said. “Hoooeee my goodness” Nylah said. “Yooooooooo .“Damien replied. Nori smiled at me. Narkim was looking between us. “You knew damn Nor, could’ve told me” He said. She shrugged. “Janessa, I told you, I didn’t want you to bring another white man in this house”. My dad said sternly. “Well Dad, he is my husband now, you want him to go then we will go, but this is your grandson’s father” I told him. Vada started laughing. “You are the queen of secrets” She said. My mom palmed her face, Stephan was rubbing her back. She stood up and walked over to me. She held out her arms for Chase. I put him in her arms. “Hey little man, I’m your grandma” She said smiling at him through tears kissing his cheeks. “Come here Dylan, it’s rude not to hug the lady of the house your mother in law” She told him. He smiled and hugged her. I felt a knot in my throat I was so overwhelmed. “Sharice” My dad stressed. “Malcom it’s not that deep, it already kept your daughter away, plus this ain’t your house no more” My mom said rolling her eyes. “But he helped pay for it” Kristen said. “Man shut yo…but up” Damien said. My father looked at Damien. “Boy you better watch it” He said. Damien sucked his teeth in. “Control your hoes Malcom” My Grandma said. My dad grabbed Kristen and got up. “I will see yall Christmas” He said mugging me. My father walked out with Kristen. “Anyways” Damien said. We passed around the food joking, everyone was playing with Chase except Vada. It was bothering the shit out of me. “Vi what’s up?” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders. “Im happy you have your own little family, I wonder does your husband know you fucked my boyfriend and got pregnant and had an abortion? Or you got hooked on pain pills and dated him for 2 years”. She blurted out. I glared at her. My grandma motioned for Nylah and Damien to take Chase. “Man, this is getting good” Damien said. “D get your ass up!” Grandma Rudy said. He got up fast and took my son with him. “You had no right Vada!” I yelled. She glared at me back. My mom chugged her wine glass. “Janessa, you know what yall are grown, I’m tired of this bickering between yall it’s old and tired” My mother said before leaving from the table with Stephan. “Vi not cool man let that shit go” MJ said. Vada groaned. “I’m tired of yall being on her side, she betrayed me” She said. “Abortion pills you never told me this” Dylan said looking at me. I shook my head. “That girl been through some shit we all have but it ain’t the right to be throwing shit out in public Vada you wrong” Grandma Rudy said. “Omari told you this?” I said pissed. She nodded. “Yes, today at lunch, and I forgave you but you still lying and keeping secrets Janessa, were done were not sisters” She said. Michael punched the table. “I’m tired of this shit with you Sky!, I’m done man fuck that nigga! We didn’t come here for this, you are lying and seeing him now man fuck this” He said before he got up and walked out. “Michael!” She cried out. She looked at me. I got and nodded. “Yeah we are done” I said to her.

Character Alert: 

Gianina “Gia” Angel Monetz 33: Francia Raisa 

Gia is MJ’s ex girlfriend. They were together 10 years before he left her. and moved to D.C.

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

> Jade: Go inside.

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pester'n ectoBizzle [EB] --

GG: jizzle be you tizzy??? 

EB: whoa, hizzle! EB: yoe awake! 

GG: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. yes! GG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. im so relievizzle to rap ta yizzay n hear youre ok GG, chill yo: i mizzean....... GG: be you ok john so jus' chill? yo' drizneam self i mean 

EB: oh, yeah. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. EB: i be pretty sure thizzle i... EB: Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. he? EB: be/be F-to-tha-izzine. Its just anotha homocide. EB: i woke up on the battlefield whizzich wizzas on fizzire, n hizzy flam'n bits of prospit everywhere sho nuff. 

GG: :( GG: yes, but that wizzy nizzy prospit with my forty-fo' mag. thiznat wizzay its miznoon whizzich wiznas severizzle by tha crazy derze agent 

EB: oh, yizzy miznean jizzack? 

GG now pass the glock: i dunno with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin! 

EB: that be his name, karkat tizzold me. EB upside yo head: i saw hizzim thizzere tizzay. EB: oh!!!!! EB fo' sho': i also gots yo' present, and it saved mah life dogg! 

GG: really?? : Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga.D 

EB: yes, thizne bunny wizzle so off tha hook, it was definitely tha best bunny i gizzot today. EB: T-H-to-tha-izzank yizzle so much, jizzade bitch ass nigga! 

GG: Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. <3 

EB: when jack saw it, he F-L-to-tha-izzew tha hell away. n then tha B-U-Double-Nizzy n i wizzent on an adventizzle togetha. EB: does tha bunny have a name? i asked him but i dizzy T-H-to-tha-izzink he cizzy rap. 

GG: i dont know! i did niznot give him one afta izzle tha upgrizzles GG: i gave ha a gizzay name whizzle i was verizzle yizzy, bizzle now she be a different bunny, n also a boi i gizzle? GG: its up ta you J-to-tha-izzohn, he be your bizzle 

EB: oh, i did not evizzle thizzink of that. EB: well if she grew up as a girl, then it not right fo` me ta suddenly miznake drug deala a boi. EB: hmm... EB: you hiznave no idizzle how tempted i be ta N-to-tha-izzame ha casey again. 

GG: hahahizzle GG: again? One, two three and to tha four. 

EB: yes, i named a yiznoung salamander casey pimp, but then i left ha at roze's hizzle. 

GG: you wizzere at rozes hizouze spittin' that real shit?? 

EB: yes, but she wizzle asleep. EB, betta check yo self: aizzy, apparizzle i be supposizzle ta marry roze. karkat sizzy so cuz this is how we do it. 

GG: what! Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.!!! 

EB: it be true, it be a F-to-tha-izzact frizzom an izzle. 

GG cuz I'm fresh out the pen: ugh he be so weird GG: you shouldnt listen ta him! 

EB paper'd up: heheh, i diznid nizzay takes hizzay thizzat seriously. EB: bizzle kizzle be coo', he be angrizzle n F-U-Double-Nizzy. 

GG puttin tha smack down: D: GG: he be angrizzle n a huge pizzle 'n the ass GG now pass the glock: have yizzy wanna be gangsta talked ta two of hizzim at once???? 

EB fo gettin yo pimp on: haha, no! 

GG: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. dizzle eva do it and my money on my mind! you W-to-tha-izzill git a heezeeache 

EB: that siznounds kizzay of awesome. 

GG: nooooizzle, thizzink again 

EB: i've gots it so i can get mah pimp on. EB: i wizzill nizzame ha liv tyla. 

GG: ? Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.??? 

EB: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. tha bunnizzle. 

GG: :| GG: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. you mizzay frizzle armageddon? Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. 

EB: yizneah! 

GG paper'd up: john that is so stupid GG: but also kind of skanky i guess GG: ok thizzay tha bizzle will be namizzle playa your silly movie stizzle fantasy crush 

EB: it too bad i C-to-tha-izzan't marry liv instead of roze ya feelin' me? EB: tha girl i mean, not tha bunny fo' sheezy. EB: but i guess shizzay is probably dizzead now, along wit all tha otha glamorous movie stars wizzy come out ta shine on tha silva scrizneen. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. EB with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: that P-R-E-Double-Tizzy sad. 

GG: yizzeah...... GG: thizzay reminds me john GG: have you looked 'n tha lizzle yet? 

EB: tha lizzay? 

GG: the big room 'n tha sizzy at tha top of tha towizzle 

EB: oh, no. why? 

GG: could you do me a fizzle n not lizzay in thizzere? 

EB: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. ok. One, two three and to tha four. why, be thizzay a secret 'n thiznere? 

GG: its nuttin thizzle secret or personal or nothin' trippin'.... GG: it be just sum-m sum-m kind of sad n weird fo` you ta see 

EB cuz its a doggy dog world: what be it? Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. 

GG fo all my homies in the pen: it be mah dead dream self GG: it hizzas bizzay there fo` years, i always kizzy i would die biznut i diznid nizzot realize it would go lizzike this.... 

EB: oh... EB: Chill as I take you on a trip. errr... 

GG upside yo head: W-H-to-tha-izzat? 

EB: i have sort of already seen... T-H-to-tha-izzat with my forty-fo' mag. EB: nizzy 'n tha lab, bizzle on tha battlefield. 

GG: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. oh no! Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this.!!!! GG ya feelin' me? im sorry john  ya feelin' me?( 

EB: it's ok. EB: i was so confuze' n sad when i saw you ly'n there... EB: i'd ratha nizzle rap 'bout it i guess. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit.  

GG: i understand 

EB: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. but, i wonda... EB: if yo' dizzy self dy... EB: thiznen what were you just ho-slappin' 'bout nizzay? 

GG: ummmmmmm GG: i think i wizzay ratha not rap 'bout that eitha 

EB: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. ok, that coo'. EB: oh, also... Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. EB fo' sho': i found yo' r'n. 

GG: yizzou did dogg???? 

EB: yizzes... EB: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. but thizzay i woke up, n D-to-tha-izzidn't have it anymore. EB in all flavas: so i be not sure where it be now. 

GG: oh nooooooo GG: jizzohn that r'n be reallizzle important, it belizzles ta tha white queen ya feelin' me? 

EB: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. oh, whoa n we out! 

GG: when yizzle go ta sizzy izzle, you shizzay trizzy ta find it n keep it siznafe! 

EB: ok, i will do thizzay. EB: hey jizzade, we have a lot ta cizzay up on, but hizzay 'bout rappa? EB: we have ta hurrizzle, remember there be a big meteor heezeeing for you right now fo' sheezy? 

GG: yes i have seen it, it be so huge  so show some love, niggaz!_. GG: hizzow miznuch tizzime d-ya suppoze we have in tha mutha fuckin club?  

EB: i will find out now upside yo head!

> ==>

[toadmanshaun]

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify

is your room messy or clean? Messy-ish

what color are your eyes? Blue

do you like your name? why? I don’t like nor hate my name.

what is your relationship status? Single

describe your personality in 3 words or less; Understanding, Impulsive, thoughtful

what color hair do you have? Brown

what kind of car do you drive? color? None

where do you shop? Anywhere i need to

how would you describe your style? i don’t have “style” that’s too convenient. I generally go with the flow of whatevers happening around me.

favorite social media account; Facebook, s’easier that way :)

what size bed do you have? Double

any siblings? 2 younger brothers

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Japan, because the country is hortorically beautiful and steeped in tradition.

favorite snapchat filter? Dont have one

favorite makeup brand(s) Dont have one.

how many times a week do you shower? Every day, unless im not going out, then every other day/

favorite tv show? Right now? Samurai jack. Overall? Avatar (legend of Aand+Korra)

shoe size? 8

how tall are you? around 5′8 i guess?

sandals or sneakers? Sneakers

do you go to the gym?No, but im going to start

describe your dream date. Well it would start with me picking up/ meeting said SO at their place/ somewhere we arranged and then go to dinner, afterwards maybe going to the cinema or even going on a walk and sitting talking for hours. I like to think of myself as a romantic, So if i could have the cliché stuck underneath a shelter in the rain without an umbrella scenario i would love that. After (hopefully) hours of just talking to said person and just being in their company i’d walk them home and walk ack to my own abode with probably a massive grin adorning my features :P

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? £11.70

what color socks are you wearing? Blue+black

how many pillows do you sleep with? 3

do you have a job? what do you do?I’m currently umemployed :(

how many friends do you have? Too many :’)

whats the worst thing you have ever done? Honestly? Cheat on a previous girlfriend.

whats your favorite candle scent? Anything to do with berries.

3 favorite boy names; Zack, Liam + (a bit uncommon) but Xavier

3 favorite girl names; Leah, Beth and Kimberly

favorite actor? Jackie Chan or Terry Cruz (i couldnt possibly decide!)

favorite actress? Emma stone <3

who is your celebrity crush? Emma Stone <3 <3

favorite movie? Shaun of The Dead

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? i used to read a lot, hada particularly favorite book but for the life i cant remember the name :/

money or brains? Brains

do you have a nickname? what is it? Fat shaun

how many times have you been to the hospital? for issued regarding myself? zero.

top 10 favorite songs. These are in no order. 1+2. Bullet for my valentine - Hearts Burst Into Fire+Your betrayal 3. Dethklok - Laser kannon Deth Sentence. 4+5. ONE ok Rock - We are+ Clock Strikes 6. Tracy Chapman - Fast car 7. Anly - Karano Kokoro 8. FLOW - Kazeno Uta 9. A day to Remember - All Signs Point To Lauderdale 10. Final Fantasy 14 Soundtrack - Dragonsong

do you take any medications daily?No

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) Not sure?

what is your biggest fear? To be forgotten

how many kids do you want? dunno, no more than 3 i reckon :)

whats your go to hair style? whatever

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)Flat/ Apartment

who is your role model? Ainsely harriet, SPICY!

what was the last compliment you received? My hair looked better short.

what was the last text you sent? asking my flatmate to pick me up some relentless on his way back from work :’)

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? 7 or 8 i think?

what is your dream car? Dont have 1

opinion on smoking? i smoke and it’s horrible :’)

do you go to college? no

what is your dream job? Taste Tester

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? Rural definitely

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? nope

do you have freckles? nope

do you smile for pictures? I try to :P

how many pictures do you have on your phone? too many

have you ever peed in the woods? Sure

do you still watch cartoons? hell yes

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? never had either so can’t compare

Favorite dipping sauce? Sweet chilli

what do you wear to bed?boxers of nothing usually.

have you ever won a spelling bee? yes

what are your hobbies? Anime, video games, hanging out with folks up town or whatever, listening to music, reading manga/ books, playing D&D, smoking, drinking, partying and writing :)

can you draw?hell no, doesnt stop me trying though :’)

do you play an instrument? used to play some bass, can still play a couple songs.

what was the last concert you saw? Bullet for my valentine+ Halestorm

tea or coffee? Tea, 100%

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Starbucks (only because i aint ever been to dunkin doughnuts)

do you want to get married? Yeah

what is your crush’s first and last initial? Don’t have a particular crush atm

are you going to change your last name when you get married? Will decide on that when it comes to it.

what color looks best on you?I’d like to say blue/ red

do you miss anyone right now? Yeah

do you sleep with your door open or closed? depends if i remember to close my bedroom door :L

do you believe in ghosts? Yes

what is your biggest pet peeve? people who eat with their mouth open and make those horrible air sucking noises in between their chomps.

last person you called? my mum

favorite ice cream flavor? anything berry-related

regular oreos or golden oreos? Regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow motherfucker.

what shirt are you wearing? Green

what is your phone background? Hildibrand Manderville, the son of Godbert Manderville the one and only true gentelman investigator!

are you outgoing or shy? a bit of both i guess

do you like it when people play with your hair? yes, i bloody love it.

do you like your neighbors? eh *shrug*

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? yeah, in the morning and when i shower

have you ever been high? Yup

have you ever been drunk? Yup

last thing you ate? garlic+onion sausage pasta

favorite lyrics right now?  Don’t really have favorite lyrics, i tend to have favorite songs

summer or winter? Winter, nothing better than cuddling up and watching movies under a blanket/ duvet :3

day or night? Night, it’s more interesting :)

dark, milk, or white chocolate? cant decide between milk or white

favorite month? December, and not because of christmas

what is your zodiac sign? Aries, The Ram

who was the last person you cried in front of? Flatmate when i got over emotional at anime for thr 10000000000th time :’)