#this is for that snail person i met on the internet

[daily-tf2-engineer]

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[sweetjulyofmine]

Hayy🌸🌸 you’re so beautiful + you&your bf are such a cute couple. Would you mind sharing how you two met? I’m an intrinsically nosy person lol

Hi :3 I am on my laptop so that I can focus on writing an adequate response because I am also an intrinsically nosy person and am almost always hyper curious about relationships I see online or in person (very obsessed with the guy on tiktok who posts videos about people's meet cute stories.) I also love love and have waited forever to feel this way about someone.. My story starts in August 2022, I (living in new york) was about to be in North Carolina to visit my best friend Piper and my boyfriend (colin) was here with his .... then partner now *ex visiting our mutual best friend Natasha (who lives in new york.) Natasha had suggested that Colin and I become mutuals on instagram because we are both fine artists and our work had similar visual cues and we found inspiration from the same photographers. Our paths didn't cross then as I flew down south for some much needed southern summer time and he got a small taste of NY. Even from his vague internet presence, I always had a tiny feeling that lurked (hidden deeeeeep deep inside of me) and told me that he would be the one. A few months go by and I grow secretly fond of Colin and his photographs online (not sure if he felt the same way but I should ask him to write up his version of this story.) In January 2023, Natasha is flying back to her hometown (in the bay area) for our uni winter break and invites me to tag along. This was super exciting to me not only because I had never really been to California (let alone the bay) and I also had an ex there that I was planning on seeing (haha.) I then meet Colin again (who was on his uni break and also visiting his hometown) and in short hangouts begin to develop a small crush on him. I have a hard rule about not falling for someone in a relationship, but I had learned that in his last relationship he was open and while I would never think to try anything, I let myself have hesitant feelings. We went to the SF MOMA during my trip, really only on a platonic excursion, though we both admit now that it felt like a date and our chemistry even back then in those circumstances was most definitely real. The funny part of this story is that after we went to the museum, I had him drop me off at my ex's place (lol.) I fly back to new york with Natasha and from time to time I begin to text Colin. Sometimes it was brief about an artist we had a shared liking for, music we were listening to (he has perfect taste,) or book recommendations. One night we text until 7 am my time (4am his time, he went to uni in portland,) and it was really then that I knew that he had the exact characteristics and soul that I could fall madly in love with. Some more time passes, he's living across the country and still in a long distance open relationship and I'm in another situationship that wasn't developing anywhere. Him and his ex part ways and I am sporadically going on random dates. Speaking of this time of my dating fiascos, I went on a date with someone to a museum upstate and ended up buying a postcard with the intention of sending it to Colin. That begins our real love affair! We start sending snail mail nonstop and I hint to him that I will be back in California, where he would return to after graduating uni that spring. August 2023 I am in LA with my friends and he tells me that he's been thinking about visiting his grandma who lives in southern california. To sweeten the deal I tell him about the book fair that printed matter is hosting in LA, and that if he comes down, we should go together. He (obviously) drives down and the morning of the book fair, he picks me up from my friend's place and we spend the day together. The date actually didn't end for almost 36 hours since he ends up staying the night and we spend the rest of the next day together. Before he drives back up to the bay, we spend one more day together and it was genuinely the happiest I've ever felt. I fly back to New York and he goes on a family trip to Japan and our feelings for each other sort of blossom and we end up writing emails to each other back and forth every day.

[writing-for-the-gays]

it can be more vague !!! I'm completely fine with that :) if you wanted to put some interests for the reader you could do art and illustration stuff !! something like the reader drawing Evan and stuff they do in their relationship if that's okay !!

OHOHOHO I HAVE IDEAS

SFW and fluffy! Two nerds in love bc I know Evan is a dweeb nerd. Writers block was up my ass on this one ✊😔

Deer coded Evan supremacy

Snail of seperation so you know where the fic starts

- you two were Internet friends for a long while before you ever met in person.

- you chatted casually on postal forums when the first game started picking up fans, and realized you were on a few other forums too, mainly music related ones, and slowly became friends.

- You began to message regularly on Myspace. Mostly about gaming and piracy.

- you two meet in person before the end of the year in 2008, at a new Year's Eve party both of you had been invited to.

-You kiss at that same party, right as the clock struck midnight.

- You both were really drunk, mind you, and honestly it was nothing more than a peck, but to the both of you it was crazy intense.

-you two go quite a bit after that, not messaging each other. Not for any particular reason (Evans overwhelming fear of fucking it up)

-but when you start talking again it's like nothing happened and you're stuck in a weird limbo of maybe being together for a bit.

- then he confesses.

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Your fingers tap lightly on the table, staring out the window into the drizzling rain outside makes you wonder if Evan is ever going to show up.

It's been 15 minutes since the meet up time and for a normally punctual person this was odd. It made you worried; but everything did recently, no shocker.

Taking a sip of the sweet drink you'd ordered didn't help calm your nerves, you weren't sure if it was because you didn't know what he wanted to talk about (you know very, very, well what he wants to talk about) or because he wasn't here yet but you didn't want to be seen, sinking into the plush chair.

The 'ding' of the coffee shop door opening makes you perk right back up, and lo and behold there he is, stoic and strong to like a stag in the forest, the light catches his eyes and they go from an earthy brown to a honey gold.

He squints against the sun, and scans the room looking for you, when he spots you, a hand goes up and he waves limply; in what feels like slow motion he moves over to your table and sits down.

You sit with him for a moment, an uncomfortable tension filling the space between the two of you. You inhale softly through your nose before begging to talk.

"Look I'm sorry about the new years party-"

"I'm sorry that I kissed you at the-"

Just at the same time he did. It makes you jump a bit and he blushes bright red. "ah go ahead-." He says quietly, gesturing at you.

"I'm sorry about the party... I'm... Ugh I'm sure you can guess I was drunk... I...." You stumble for what to say for A moment before Evan speaks suddenly

"I think I want to explore whatever... This is." He says, tapping a knuckle on the wooden top of the table. "It's... Understandable if you don't and I'm not going to force you into anything but I enjoyed that night, and if you're willing I'd like to-"

You damn near throw yourself onto him in a hug "Fuck- i was so worried i fucked it up-" you muttered softly into the crook of his neck, letting out a soft and crackly chuckle, his arms come up and wrap around you.

You look up from your spot in his neck and he smiles. You gently peck his lips and pull away.

"we've gotta order something doe eyes, I don't know if they'd appreciate us coming in here just to kiss and make up."

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- you two date casually starting from then, most people don't know you're in a relationship for about 4 months until you finally feel comfortable being out with him.

- homophobia is still pretty strong around this time but you and Evan have a conversation about what to do in situations like that (shooting them execution style is not a solution he is ok with, you've learned.)

- you both go pretty hard in the arts, he's more of a photography guy though, you spend time watching him from the porch as he marches around the tree line for stuff to picture, and sketching him when you think hes not looking.

- you have a small studio that you share with him from time to time, he mostly uses it to print digital photos because you have a fancy printer ✊😔. (You're only like 98% sure it's not the reason he's dating you)

- you 🤝 Ev = being wildly unprepared for habit

- you and habit are... On neutral terms. He's somehow gained a small amount of respect for you so he leaves you alone. You're more there to support Evan, while occasionally handling habit like a spider in a pacifist household (putting him outside. In the woods.) and evan eventually comes back fine, so you're not too worried.

- there's been a few times where you've found a deer carcass or two but. Yeah you can handle that.

- you think everything's ok? Evan seems at least content and you are perfectly happy.

-you and Evan do get married at some point, it's a low-key ceremony and reception, it would've been an elopement if you had any say, but Evan wanted the experience and honestly it was kind of nice.

- you full force throw a slice of cake in his face though, that was what you two wanted. (You break his nose but it's fine y'all laugh it off)

[agenderfrenchfry]

I have for the past couple days meant to send this but kept getting sidetracked lol

Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about my baby.

Sage is a weird blend of plant matter and human flesh, so their biology and culture is a little different!

Their species only consumes meat, much like a Venus flytrap, and is capable of some photosynthesis. This ability can’t be relied on for food, though. It’s more like a really good nap. Every plant person (I need to come up with a good species name…) has the claws in some capacity, but the rest differs. Most have flowers or leaves growing from their heads, though other body parts are rare but possible. Over time, flowers have been associated with femininity and leaves with masculinity as a result of societal norms, but the species is completely agender, and most just choose the presentation and human pronouns they like. The “hair” — which is less hair and more an evolved way to look similar to early, tasty humans — starts out green when fresh and later dulls to a neutral color. The faster it dulls, the more stressed the individual is.

Sage themselves lives with their father. They used to attend a boarding school where they met t̶̡̡̳̬̄h̵̡̺͓͒̂͝͠e̴̡̙͊m̶̛̘͉̯̙͛̑͜͝, but later moved out after significant fires, a common trigger for a very flammable person. Currently, they don’t have many friends aside from a girl named Ariadne, but they’re… alive? Yeah, maybe not doing so well…

As an OC, Sage exists to process my trauma that I faced as an autistic child given free reign on the internet in a damaging circle. Their story is not my own, hence why we look different, but rather a way to push what happened to me through a more fictional lens in an attempt to cope and heal. I’ve been thinking about making some animated videos about them (partially inspired by PetPyves) but keep in mind I have the upload schedule of a snail with the flu. Feel free to ask anything though! People’s interest has really been motivating.

[bootlegpancake]

Thought about posting a description page of my original characters from Tabula Rasa, the Lies of P / Ai Somnium crossover fiction I'm working on. Have pictures and data under the cut! n_n

The data seen here are before the chapters that I have published online already. Some aspects have been changed since then, but those are mentioned in the chapters.

Content warning! Mentions of domestic abuse.

Current name: Gloria Goldstein

Previous name: Gloria Zabolotny

Online handle: Burp

Age: 29

Occupation: Agent of ABIS, psyncer.

Partners: Kanra, Victor Sullivan

Speciality: Hypersensitive auditorial sense. She can usually tell if a person is lying, just by listening to their intonation. Her skill is usually 75% accurate, so she doesn't take it for granted.

Hobbies: Martial arts, wine drinking, listening to music.

Likes: snails, snakes, pestering Victor, trolling around with Kanra, the internet.

Dislikes: bullies, old people who harass her for her seat on the bus, touching noodles.

Negative personality traits: despite her talent and normal amount of empathy, she sometimes says very inappropriate and borderline rude things. She tends to talk before thinking first. She is also very emotionally driven and can see red very quickly.

Background:

Gloria is an only child, daughter of Molly Smith and Laslo Zabolotny. Up until she was five years old, Gloria had a normal childhood, but after her father was fired from his job, Laslo turned alcoholic and regularly beat his wife and child. The family soon got pushed to the edge of poverty. Despite this, Gloria managed to enroll in an elite elementary school due to insane luck, where she met Victor, the only son of a wealthy family. Unbeknownst to them, just a small interaction sparked a lifelong friendship between the two.

After years of struggle, Gloria's mother divorced and never got married again. She took custody of Gloria and although they were safe from the abusive father, the mental scars remained. After the divorce, Molly changed Gloria's name to Goldstein, much to the girl's joy. Gloria then took on different jobs to help keep her and her mother afloat and sometimes Victor helped them out financially.

After finishing her psychological studies in university, Victor encouraged Gloria to try her luck with one of the open positions at the newly formed branch of ABIS, where he was working as head technical developer on a project. Gloria got the job and now she works alongside Victor.

Gloria Golstein, before the events of Tabula Rasa.

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Name: Kanra

Age: 3

Occupation: AI ball

Father: Victor Sullivan, however the blueprints for his creation were made by Pewter in the Japanese branch of ABIS. Kanra is based on Aiba, but Victor tweaked the pink AI ball up a bit.

Partner: Gloria Goldstein, Victor Sullivan, Jeremy.

Special features:

Kanra can bring music into Somniums, hence his avatar always had headphones on. This feature was added due to Gloria's speciality with auditory sensory.

Kanra, when interacting in the real world, can turn himself into a 'necklace'. In this form, Gloria can wear him and disguise him as a piece of gaudy jewellery.

Kanra can also create a hologram of himself, so people can view his human form outside a Somnium.

Likes: trolling Victor, Gloria, puns and inappropriate jokes, corrupting Jeremy.

Dislikes: ping pong

Kanra's hamster form:

Kanra's human form in Somnium:

Despite his sassy attitude, Kanra does care about his human and AI peers, as much as an AI can.

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Name: Victor Sullivan

Online handle: Zip

Age: 30

Occupation: Agent of ABIS, lead technical developer.

Partners: Kanra, Gloria Goldstein

Hobbies: playing video games, playing chess, shooting with guns, guns, guns.

Likes: guns, spaghetti, teasing Victoria, guns, cats, anime, video games and bodypillows.

Dislikes: olives on pizza

Negative personality traits: he can be stubborn as a mule. Despite having a decent amount of empathy, he unfortunately can be stuck running around in circles and growling about the same issue, only for the sake of getting angry and lashing out. Despite the solution being in front of him, he sometimes stubbornly remains where he is, just to prove a (ridiculous) point.

Background:

Victor Sullivan was born to Jasmine Hertz and Frank Sullivan. The Sullivan family has acquired great wealth over the last decades due to the family's technical genius and the only child of Jasmine and Frank has been pampered since his birth. Alas, just how with most rich kid's stories, Victor has always felt a constant lack in his life and that was true connection.

Most of the people who interacted with him had an ulterior motive, no matter what age. He learned it fairly quickly in elementary school, how children can be just as shallow as adults. He was always a stellar student, but a lone wolf.

During his time in elementary school, he met Gloria, the only oddball in his class, who not only was refreshingly honest, but came from a vastly different family background as well. The two struck a friendship, after one interaction.

Their relationship deepend in highschool, where Victor first realized he wasn't really into girls and opened up to Gloria about it. Her being so open and accepting about his sexuality cemented their friendship forever. Later, he realized he was actually bisexual and updated Gloria about it, who again, had a very open reaction to it, much to the young man's joy.

Victor hid his sexual orientation from his parents until he managed to move away and received his job at ABIS as a technical developer. The family had mixed reactions about his coming out, but they are supporting their child, despite not truly understanding the concept.

Victor is also a technical genius, who automatized his entire home, he barely has to do anything. He received his job at ABIS when he recreated the AI ball for the entrance exam and even added new features to it.

After from Kanra, he created Jeremy.

Victor Sullivan, as he is usually seen. He sometimes puts his hair in a ponytail, but most of the time, he lets his hair down, where he resembles a certain mafioso in Death Note.

Sometimes, when he's on a video game or series binge for months, he stops cutting his hair.

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Name: Jeremy

Age: 2

Occupation: Emotional support AI ball for P

Father: Victor Sullivan, however the blueprints for his creation were made by Pewter in the Japanese branch of ABIS. He has no extra features, has the same functions as Aiba does.

Partner: P, Victor Sullivan, Kanra

Special features:

Jeremy, when interacting in the real world, can turn himself into a 'necklace' as well.

Despite having the ability, Jeremy almost never psyncs. He can make a hologram of himself, just like Kanra, so people can see him without entering a Somnium.

Likes: P, Kanra, Victor, Gloria and butterflies

Dislikes: Violence

Jeremy's hamster form:

Jeremy's human avatar in Somnium:

[themysticsoffering]

Facedown on Facebook!

For the social media version of Daniel, this has been a week of more than a little frustration; I was duped by hackers on my Facebook account that I had had for 16 years.

The hackers changed my e-mail and password for the log-in requirements for my FB profile.

They proceeded and continue to create marketplace-type ads and to solicit money from my FB friends ever since the day they tricked me. In fact, they did trick a friend using my MetaPay. I was able to learn this through my financial institution from which I also received a new bank card.

Having been completely locked-out of my original profile, I tried to regain access and control, but to no avail.

As a result of all of this I have lost touch with 700 contacts and correspondences, including people I met or spent time with in the Hudson Valley, the Episcopal Church, and people with whom I share interests.

The majority of the invites for my upcoming birthday party were a Facebook event. (My mom is throwing me a party. I haven't had a birthday party since I was 8 years-old.) I feel a bit of a crunch to invite people and get a guest list submitted for further planning. Oy vey! But, all will work out!

Facebook / Social media / the internet are not real life; they can mirror real life. I have a sense now of what break-in /burglary trauma feels like. This is, in a sense, a violation of personal space.

Technology creates some very useful tools that make managing life more convenient and economical (in some ways); when unscrupulous opportunists interfere with one's uses of technology, it's one hell of a headache.

I have learned to limit the use of my bank card, not to store financial related data in any devices, I've gone back to paying for things with hand-written checks via "snail mail."

This experience drives home some deeper points:

No THINGS that we count on are permanent; cyber-life, just like daily life can change in an instant. Only God is permanent. Our flesh and blood experiences and relationships are the true treasures of life.

We can be inundated with social media and media content to the point where we are distracted in the presence of the people around us. (Already, even before my FB was hacked, I've shifted away from this media-laden self-absorption.)

I've certainly taken account of my closest/daily contacts . But gosh there are important people with whom I interact, if not on a daily, on a regular basis!

JUST GOTTA KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON AND NOT LET THIS SMALL BUT INCREDIBLY ANNOYING, INCONVENIENT SHIT GET ME DOWN!

Le beannachdan an latha 

(with blessings of the day),

Daniel

I've lost connections, but I'm still connected, like...

"I miss my mom. I miss my friends. I miss it all. But in the end, the world keeps spinnin'..."

Le beannachdan an latha 

(with blessings of the day),

Daniel

[thestagsheadsblog]

Seeing You Again (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader, Childhood Friends

Word Count: 2.4K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Read on AO3

Note: Thanks for all the love on this fic and sorry for the looong delay on this chapter!

"A new letter from the USS Blue Balls came in the mail!"

Hearing your sister's voice from the entrance hallway you dashed out of your room to meet her in the kitchen, snatching the letter out of her hand.

"Read it to me," she requested.

"Absolutely not," you laughed as you inspected the postage. Direct from the Fleet Post Office in San Francisco, otherwise no evidence whatsoever as to where Bob may have been at the moment the letter was posted. 

Emily shrugged and poured herself some cereal. "It's actually really cute that he writes you letters like he's off fighting in the Civil War or some shit. 'My dear Miss Y/L/N'," she teased with an exaggerated good ol' boy Southern accent. "Most guys would just send a picture of their dick and leave it at that."

"Robbie is a bit more sentimental than that," you smiled, tempted to open the letter then and there.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind a picture of whatever he is packing," she estimated, ignoring your eyeroll and refusal to respond. 

This was the third letter you had received from Bob since he had left. You occasionally got texts and emails from him, of course, but his internet access was sporadic at best and the letters became the most effective way to have a meaningful 'conversation' over the weeks he had been at sea. 

Before he left, you had met one last time in San Diego; his bags packed and dressed in the same khaki uniform he had worn the first night you saw him at The Hard Deck. 

"I didn't know aircraft carriers had mailing addresses," you said in wonderment as he handed you a slip of paper containing details of his carrier, squadron, rank and a San Francisco address in neat script.

"It's more of a forwarding service," he explained. "Anything sent there will get to me...eventually. Just be aware that they may, uh, read everything you send."

You smiled at the blush rising on Bob's cheeks as he talked about the prospect of their private correspondences being read by strangers at the post office. 

"So no snail mail sexting is what you're telling me?" you joked.

Bob laughed and grew impossibly redder. "I don't think they care so much about what my girlfriend has to say to me as they do about security threats but...yeah. They may still read it."

You swallowed and looked up at him with a quirked brow. "Your girlfriend?"

Bob looked back, eyes blown wide in panic. "Sorry...I just thought...you know, the way things were going," he raked his hand through his hair. "I probably should have asked you if that was the case-"

You pulled him down into a kiss to put him out of his misery. He sighed in relief against your lips. 

"Now I can finally tell all the mean girls in 4th period math that Robbie Floyd is actually my boyfriend without it being a lie," you said with a cheeky smile as he pressed his forehead against yours.

While you were elated to know that you and Bob had finally made your relationship official, your joy quickly subsided into an uneasy wistfulness. You hated to see him go. It brought back heartsick memories of crawling to the back window of your mom's minivan, waving at your best friend as he chased you down the street as fast as his legs could take him, until you disappeared around the bend following your dad's U-Haul. You wouldn't see each other again for 17 years. 

The day after Bob's carrier had departed from North Island your mood had matched the gloom of the marine layer that settled over San Diego. Your last message to him on your phone remained unseen. He was officially off-the-grid, your only comfort being a handwritten address to San Francisco. 

You had felt a bit silly sitting down to handwrite your first letter. You hadn't written a personal correspondence via snail mail since your parents made you send letters to Santa Claus at the North Pole. Mailing something to an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean seemed just as whimsical and preposterous. Would he ever read it or, like your letters to the North Pole, would you be sending this letter for your own sake? You had to believe he would, so you took to the task with just as much sincerity as your childhood wish lists.

Lieutenant Floyd, I should have sent this letter 17 years ago, but at least now you finally have proof to show your friends confirming that you have a girlfriend... 

Even though you were more than certain Bob held a deep affection for you, you were still hesitant at this early stage in your relationship; more so now that he was going to be gone for months. You didn't want to wax poetic about your feelings for him, nor did you want to go full pornographic by divulging everything you wished you had done with him before he left. Instead, you approached the letter as though he were just beside you, a form of pillow talk that he could enjoy during his rare moments of downtime, sitting in his officer's berth just below the flight deck.  

You told him how the weather had turned as soon as he left, how Emily had tried to talk you into going to The Hard Deck again (something you were in no way interested in doing without him being there). You told him about how your mom asks how he is fairing more often than she does her own daughters. You updated him on the shows he is missing that you will need to binge together; the latest shitty Hallmark movie with terrible acting you will force him to watch. You confessed that San Diego wasn't the same without him and that you hoped to get a letter from him soon. 

You had frowned as you came to the end of the letter, unsure how to sign off. Your pen hovered over the paper before quickly inscribing Love, and your name. You folded and sealed the letter in an envelope before you could overthink your words and the next day you had popped it into the nearest mailbox, next stop San Francisco.

Weeks went by before his first letter arrived, dingy and banged up as though it went through a war zone. Forwarded to Dr. Y/L/N and your home address. 

In classic Bob style, he was polite and eager in his letter, thanking you for writing to him, expressing how he had hoped to get something from you at every Mail Call, confessing how he was missing you too. He wrote in deliberately vague details about his work and in explicit minutiae on the sophomoric antics of his shipmates. He told you about how long it had taken him to get used to sleeping on a carrier again, to the sound of the catapult and Growlers landing just over his stateroom. He refused in advance to watch the Hallmark movie you suggested (a toothless claim if you ever read one). He explained how it was possible to still feel lonely when you were in close quarters with over six-thousand people. He couldn't wait to get back to San Diego. 

At the bottom of the page, he had signed off Love, Robbie. 

Each subsequent letter was more substantial than the last as though you were both working through your hesitancy - unsure of how much enthusiasm and candidness you could unload on the other without crossing into the territory of a Stage 5 Clinger. By the third letter, Bob had apparently thrown caution to the wind and you marveled at the thick weight of the envelope which you could only assume contained more than just notebook paper. 

Despite Emily's protestations, you set the most recent letter aside in your room to read when you got home from work. The letters deserved to be treated better than a common text for immediate consumption. Half the excitement was waiting until the end of the day, theorizing for hours on what he may have written about or what was included in the envelope that had come from a ship halfway around the world. Your workload at the office always suffered from your daydreams on the days you knew you had a letter waiting at home.��

That night you grabbed a quick dinner, poured yourself a glass of wine and kicked the door to your bedroom closed with a buzz of anticipation. How a long-distance relationship with such sporadic contact still managed to bring you so much happiness was something you might never fully understand, but you knew it had more than a little to do with the comfort of knowing Bob was out there somewhere and he was thinking of you...a lot apparently, if this latest letter was any indication.   

You set your glass on the nightstand and finally tore the envelope open, unfolding Bob's thick letter and releasing a small stack of photographs that fell onto your lap. 

Setting the letter aside for a moment you picked up the photos to inspect them. A smile spread across your face as you looked at the image of you and Bob at no more than eight years old, sitting on the swing set that his father had assembled in their backyard. You chuckled at your gap-toothed grins and the glasses that were too big for Bob's face even back then. The next photo was from Halloween a few years later, each of you in a silly costume and a pillowcase full of candy, with neat cursive on the back confirming Halloween 2000. 

Photo after photo displayed little snippets of your childhood, some you remembered being taken as clearly as if it had been yesterday and others unearthed long forgotten memories of your life on that quiet street. You laughed aloud at a photo of you and Bob smiling innocently with a bucket of water balloons while a soaked Emily sobbed just out of focus behind you. 

"Okay, I need to know what he wrote that's making you laugh so much," Emily's voice came from just outside your bedroom door.

"Come in," you said. "You need to see these."

Emily entered your room and flopped on the bed beside you. You handed her the photographs and turned your attention to Bob's letter. 

"No way," she said in wonderment. "Where did he find these?"

As soon as I told my mom I had run into you a few months ago and we were hanging out she went digging in our attic to find these pictures. She mailed to me on the carrier a few weeks ago. I thought you'd like to see them too. I got a good laugh out of some of them. 

"His mom found them and sent them on to him," you explained as you continued reading his letter.

"He had his mom dig out all these old photos of the two of you?"

"I don't think he made her, but she did."

"And he sent them to you..."

"That's what was in with this letter," you replied.

Emily propped herself up on her elbow and looked at you directly. "Girl," she exhaled. "This man is in love with you."

A blush bloomed on your face, and you found yourself at a loss. You didn't want to brush off her words or deny her theory, but you felt more than a bit overwhelmed. You were certain no one had ever been in love with you before, much less someone of the caliber of Bob. You weren't quite sure whether you were ready to admit that love may be a part of this equation. 

"Like, normally I'd have my doubts because he's on an aircraft carrier with thousands of dudes and of course that could make some men mushy and desperate-"

"There's women on carriers now," you pointed out.

"Yeah, like two," she rolled her eyes. "I doubt many guys on that ship are sending literal hand-written dissertations to their childhood sweethearts every few weeks. Much less ones they haven't even slept with yet." 

You sighed. You felt lucky and elated, but you also wanted Bob to come back. There was a staggering itch of unfinished business between the two of you that these letters were doing little to scratch. If anything, they made it more urgent. 

"If you don't fuck his brains out the instant-"

"Stop!" you laughed, smacking Emily with the nearest throw pillow. 

"I'm serious!" she laughed in turn, blocking the pillow assault with her forearm. "All these letters and being on a carrier for months, he'll probably propose immediately after he cu- Ow! And I'll have to look for a new roommate!"

Emily rolled away, still giggling from your attack. You tempered your own laugher as you picked up his letter again.

"Well, you have a few months to plan for that," you lamented. "He's not going to be back anytime soon."

"More time to build the sexual tension," she sniggered. "Not that you need any more of that..."

You kicked Emily out to read the remainder of Bob's letter in peace. Despite what your sister had claimed, there were no exuberant professions of love in his words, but you had to admit the sentiment was there, nonetheless. He was not writing to just an old friend. These were love letters even if the only time the actual word appeared was just prior to his name at the end of his last page.   

Your wine finished and Bob's letters re-read from front to back for the nth time, you sat down to begin penning your next correspondence. You felt emboldened by Emily's foresight (and the wine, most likely) and wanted to nail down the plans for Bob's return. You wanted to meet him pier-side on North Island. It was an intimate request, something usually reserved for family, but if what Emily suspected was true, it wouldn't be too outlandish. At least you hoped Bob would welcome the offer.

Like your first letter, you stuffed and sealed the envelope before you could second-guess yourself. Bob may very well be in love with you, but you couldn't be one-hundred percent certain, not until he had returned, and you could see where your relationship lead. The only acute certainty you had was that you were unflinchingly, positively stupidly, head over heels in love with Bob. 

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Master Post

If you’re looking for my Master List, check out this link:

https://shutupanddance.tumblr.com/masterlist

Okay cool cats and kittens, I’m creating this master post to help you navigate my page and stay updated :) It will be pinned to my blog, and it will have my fandom list, my prompt list, my to-do list, any current events, and a few frequently asked questions. So, looking for information about requesting? Suggestions for requests? Or wondering what I’m currently working on? Don’t know if I’ve received your request? This is the place to look! Just keep on reading <3

Current Events 

None!

Fandoms

Here are the fandoms I write for!!

+ Marvel (MCU)

+ DC (DCU)

+ Sherlock

+ Star Wars (trilogies, Clone Wars, Rebels, Mandalorian)

+ Star Trek (reboots, original series)*

+ Pacific Rim

+ Knives Out

+ Night at the Museum

+ LOTR / The Hobbit

+ Jurassic Park/World

+ The West Wing*

+ NCIS*

*fandoms that you will see the most of on my blog.

Prompt List

(Does not include prompts from any current events) Here are some prompts that you can use for your request, or for your own writing! As a reminder, not all of these prompts are properly credited. Please let me know if you have the original creator’s @!

#1: “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

#2: “Should I ask why you have a knife in your purse?”

”It’s a dagger, actually, and no you shouldn’t.”

#3: “Close your eyes and listen. And trust me.”

#4: Rosemary, broken glass, and an old gun.

#5: “Do you remember when I loved you?”

”No.”

”Good, because I never did.”

#6: “He saw the notice in the paper.”

”Why would you let him see the paper?”

”What was I supposed to do, eat it?”

#7: “I didn’t catch your name!”

”I didn’t throw it.”

#8: “I’m not better than you, but at least I’m not you. And right now, that’s worth a whole lot.”

#9: Romantic dinner, but something is wrong.

#10: Forehead kisses during an apocalypse

#11: “This isn’t BBC Sherlock! You can’t just run around administering justice as you see fit!

#12: Trying to get a smoke detector to shut up

#13: Falling out of a closet during Hide N Seek

#14: Revealing a dark secret, but it turns out that they already know

#15: Once upon a midnight dreary

#16: The odds were never in our favor

#17: If I should die, think only this of me

#18: Attack hugs

#19: Afraid of ladybugs

#20: The dumb*ss God couldn’t stop

#21: “There’s a rumor going around that you’re the one to ask if someone needs to acquire rare and dangerous objects.”

”There’s a rumor going around that you’re an undercover cop.”

#22: A parking lot, a coroner, and snails

#23: “You’re the only person I know who calls me that.”

#24: This is not a drill.

#25: It’s the price we pay to feel

#26: A character is cleaning/sweeping the floor when someone walks by with dirty shoes (via @writingprompts365 )

#27: “I’m back from my mission!”

““You failed it.”

““How’d you know?”

They point at the TV.

#28: A character is pushed into some bushes/plants/flowers (via @writingprompts365 )

#29: A character picks up a very shiny rock (same @)

#30: A character combs another character’s hair (same)

#31: A character is forced to have a conversation with someone they don’t like (same)

#32: Laughing hysterically at their own joke

#33: Stuck under the same umbrella

#34: ““Well, this is a nice change of scenery!”

““It’s a jail cell.”

““I was being sarcastic.”

#35: ““Let me just be perfectly clear that this was not my fault.”

#36: ““Can I buy you coffee? For old times sake?”

#37: Fake dating

#38: Huddling for warmth

#39: Being high on painkillers and confessing undying love to everyone

#40: “That’s starting to get annoying.”

#41: “I fell asleep on the bus and woke up here.”

#42: “It’s freaking cold.”

#43: “You’re not exactly known for your great ideas.”

#44: ““Can you keep a secret?”

#45: Character A lives above character B, and always drives B insane with how much stomping they do. One day, A’s foot goes right through the floor, into B’s apartment.

#45: Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party.

#46: you’re a security guard at an art gallery and you held the door for me so I left you a note in the door where we met I hope you read it

#47: Person A and Person B both trying to break into the same place on the same night by accident, only to be chased by the police upon meeting and having to hide in a closet/cupboard/safe together until they leave.

#48: the first and the last word they said to each other

#49: your kid hates my kid

#50: ‘picking them up’ hugs

#51: an incredibly loud and painful high-five

#52: "Let me fix that for you."

#53: “Can’t we listen to something else? We’ve been listening to this CD for three hours now.”

“You know, I would but the CD slot is broken so it’s either this or talk to each other.”

“I wouldn’t mind talking.”

“[turns up the music louder]”

#54: "My kiss quota for the day hasn't been filled. I need a thousand more."

#55: Person A making fun of Person B's bed head

#56: Squeeze three times for “I love you”

#57: writing a love letter but keeping it to themselves

#58: Messing around in IKEA

#59: “Hey - what’re you hiding behind your back?”

#60: going to a bookshop and selecting books for each other

#61: smiling at each other from across the room

#62: arms wrapping around your waist from behind while you’re on a phone call

#63: “ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

#64: message in a bottle

#65: becoming the parents of the friend group as soon as they start dating

#66: “I love you.”

“Ouch.”

#67: “We...we did it. We did it! Oh my God, I could kiss you.”

“Well, don’t be shy.”

My To-Do List

Here is everything that I’m currently working on! If you’ve sent a request in, and I see it, it should pop up here!

REQUEST SLOTS: FULL

+ Sherlock / Reader (not requested) undetermined topic

+ Rusty Ryan / Reader (not requested) #4

+ Sam Seaborn / Reader (requested) slow dancing

*anything with an asterisks has already been started.

Tag List

@girloncorneliastreet​ for The West Wing

@wolviesbabes​ for Gibbs / Reader

Frequently Asked Questions

How do I submit a request? When you look at my blog, there is a link titled “Asks/Requests”. Click that, and submit something!

How specific does my request have to be? More detail is always better if you’re looking for something specific, but if you’re not picky, it’s no big deal! Even if you just say “could I have some more Spock content please?” I’ll answer it!

Do you write smut? Nope! Not for me.

Are your requests open? Not at the moment! They will be soon, though.

What do I do if your requests are closed? Send it later, when they’re open again!

Do you have a master list? I do! I also have a tag called #masterlist, which all of my work is under. You can access the master list itself by navigating to the page on my blog, or just clicking the link at the top of this post!

What’s your name? You can call me C :)

Why didn’t you reblog my post about social justice? In order to avoid burnout for myself and my followers, I am doing my best to keep this blog free of anything other than fan content. This does not mean that I disagree or agree with you, it just means that I’m not commenting. I do not need to participate in internet social justice activity when I am already an activist on other platforms, including real life.

What can I send asks or messages about? Anything!! Life updates, random questions, whatever! I love to hear from you <3

That’s all, folks!

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The Cowboy - Part 7

Summary: Leaving the city for a rural area called Blayne seemed simple enough. Your task was to convince the people to agree with selling their land for a resort redevelopment. But once there, you soon realise that your city ways are entirely different to theirs. Winning their trust was going to take some effort, and when you start to fall for a local cowboy, you wonder if you really needed Blayne more than the city life after all.

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: cowboy au / drama / romance / if you squint there’s some enemies to lovers up in here.

Warnings: Jung Jaehyun is a cowboy, need I say more? (a bit of angst and drama, and it sometimes might feel like you’re reading a Nicolas Sparks book, so I’m told lol) -- her boss in this part brings up gender.

Word count: 2827

This series will be updated every Thursday and Friday.

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You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Perhaps it was because everything that transpired earlier had felt like a dream and closing your eyes made the most sense. You wondered if you had actually been reading one of those novels Natalia had packed for you to pass by a rainy afternoon and conjured up the delicious events that had occurred in your mind until you roused from your slumber.

No. You knew you had been within the strong arms of Jaehyun’s for some time. And after you both became still from the bountiful passion, the last thing you remembered was his lips softly pressing over one of your brows, and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were at peace.

As you became alert again, however, your bliss felt short-lived as panic rose in your chest.

Had Jaehyun spent his afternoon with you and then departed? It did make sense if he had. There was always a lot to do on the ranch and playing around with you all day long would no doubt put further strain on the daily chores.

But it was Sunday, and as Jaehyun stated yesterday, the weekends were for rest.

As you gathered yourself up, wrapping your robe around your body, you looked around your room. There was no sign of the man anywhere. Going into the bathroom next, you saw the pile of damp clothing was gone, including your own.

“Maybe I really did dream it all up,” you mumbled dejectedly, going down the stairs at a snail’s pace, each step descending you further into despair.

Just how much did you like Jung Jaehyun?

You knew part of the dejection came with your past. As a woman with a career, you had often struggled with relationships. You knew of successful people who managed both, but you weren’t so lucky. You invested too much time into your job or personal growth that having a partner felt somewhat of a burden. When you did attempt to make room in your schedule for someone, it never felt genuine enough. You were used to sleeping with corporate bachelors, finding the bed empty of their presence once you woke again. There was nothing that spurred you on to find true romance within the city.

Dream or not, you had hoped Jaehyun would be different.

Slumping into the kitchen, you stopped and blinked rapidly when several sounds and smells hit you at once. It felt foreign to stand there and watch the back of a man over your stovetop cooking something that made a sizzling sound. As you regained some coherency, you realised it was bacon and eggs and the man before you was the one that had travelled with you all the way to Nirvana more than once.

Jaehyun hadn’t gone anywhere.

Overwhelmed with relief and the swelling in your chest, you rushed forward and buried yourself into his back. Jaehyun relaxed into your embrace and chuckled. “Missed touching me that much, huh?”

“You didn’t go.”

“Of course not. That would be rude of me to just—hey. Are you crying?”

You tightened your grip around his waist so he couldn’t turn to confirm his suspicions. Sniffling, you shook your head against him. “No.”

“Have I overstayed? I thought you might be hungry, is all. I figured whilst you rested, I should dry my clothes and then I wanted to make sure you ate something before I left. We’ve been rather physical today, both in and out of the house. You need to regain some energy.”

You pressed your lips into his clothed left shoulder blade and hummed in response. A smile crossed your lips with how relieved you felt. Your emotions, normally well in check, were now over the place and you were surprised with how giddy you were after foolishly crying over his back.

Blayne was surely changing the way you processed things. And Jaehyun was affecting your heart in ways you didn’t quite understand yet.

You didn’t want to try to figure it out either. If you started to apply logic to the situation, you might end up in a position that didn’t allow you to hold onto Jaehyun anymore.

You were too comfortable nestled into him like this.

“You know, I’m trying to cook here.”

“Am I bothering you from doing so?” you queried with a giggle, and Jaehyun moved quickly, a squeak coming from you as he grabbed you and pulled you in front of him. You reached for the spatula he had placed down in the bustle as he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, so it’s now on me to cook, huh?”

“I wanted to experience what was making you feel so good right now,” Jaehyun murmured into you, peppering you in light kisses over your neck. “I can see why you didn’t want to let go.”

“Missed touching me already?” you teased and grinned when he chuckled softly near your ear.

“You made a bad choice in sleeping with this Cowboy, Y/N.”

“Oh yeah, how so?”

“I might want to keep doing it more often.”

You glanced over your shoulder as you nudged him playfully. “The food is ready. Let’s eat before we discuss where you’re going to bed tonight.”

The new week started with a smile permanently embedded upon your lips. You had kissed Jaehyun goodbye earlier before the sun had risen, knowing he had to get home before the day of work began for him.

You managed to fall asleep for a little longer until your alarm went off, and you happily took a shower and got dressed. You had a Zoom call at ten with Pierce to discuss the planning process so far and took your time preparing for your drive to the township over for stable internet connection.

All whilst humming a happy tune to yourself.

You could tell you were still on a high from the connection made with Jaehyun yesterday. It wasn’t just because of the sex, though you had to admit, he was an exceptionally good lover. Last night, you hadn’t moaned his name around the walls when you climbed into bed with him, though. He had simply held you and told you some stories about his upbringing, and you had shared your own. You felt content. It was a first that you had met someone who wanted to know more about you than what was under your clothes.

It empowered you as you drove down the country roads, stopping when you saw a familiar horse cantering across a field towards you.

Jaehyun pulled Blaze to an easy halt and tipped his hat in greeting at you, and your insides did a somersault. You felt like a teenager experiencing your first crush as you leaned out the window beaming up at him.

“Hello, Cowboy.”

“It’s a good morning today, Miss City. Off to work?”

“I have a Zoom meeting with my boss,” you mentioned, and Jaehyun nodded. You glanced over at another horse in the distance rounding up the cattle. “Shouldn’t you be over there helping poor Avery?”

“Poor Avery? You’re more worried about my cousin than me?” Jaehyun asked as he leaned his forearm onto the horn of the saddle. “I’m wounded.”

“You’ll be fine. The man I spent a lot of time with yesterday seemed pretty strong and capable.”

Jaehyun grinned. “Did he now?”

Avery was now on his way over, and you straightened up in your seat, wiping the adorable smile off your lips. Jaehyun frowned at your sudden disposition and then glanced lazily over his shoulder. “Are we hiding this?”

“No. Yes. No… I mean, I don’t know. People might get the wrong idea.”

“And what idea will that be?”

You scrunched your face up as you answered. “That I’m willing to sleep my way around to get changes here.”

Jaehyun was silent for a moment and then burst into hearty laughter when Avery came to a stop. The newcomer looked between you both and then cocked his head to the side. “What joke did I just miss out on?”

“Miss City here just made my day,” Jaehyun managed to say, adjusting the hat over his head from how amused he had gotten. “I think I’m going to be laughing all day after that one.”

“It wasn’t meant to be funny!” you exclaimed and waved off Avery. “Ignore him. He’s not all with it.”

“He’s been in an exceptionally good mood all morning. Maybe you might know of why, Y/N?”

“Me?!” you asked in an octave higher and shook your head. “I uh-”

“You best get to work before you’re late for that meeting with your city people, Y/N,” Jaehyun reminded, and you gasped, nodding eagerly.

“Good luck!” Avery called, and both men tipped their hats and farewell and turned the horses around.

You watched on only for a moment longer before driving off again.

“What is the status between Jaehyun and me?”

Whilst you didn’t quite know how close you would get to the cowboy, you hoped that what you had experienced over the last twenty-four hours wasn’t the end of it.

With the way Jaehyun had looked at you before, you were certain it was only the beginning.

“I see you’ve assimilated to being one of them,” your boss mentioned with a sly chuckle as he answered your Zoom call. You frowned, and he gestured to your outfit he could see through the video.

“Ah,” you breathed, glancing down at your sundress and then nodded. “I have plans to meet with Mrs Jung here after our meeting today. I didn’t wish to impose on her in office attire. They don’t wear anything quite like it out here.”

“Don’t come back to the office and think you can wear that here. You’re a little too relaxed by the looks of things. I hope you don’t see this as a paid holiday, Y/N.”

“I would never!” you pointed out and then cleared your throat, picking up your copy of your proposal you had printed out at the library just before. With a strained smile, you looked at your boss through the screen. “Shall we start with my recommendations?”

You had only gotten to page eight of your report when Pierce threw it down on the table and leaned back in his chair. “This won’t work.”

“It’s just my preliminary findings, Pierce. I’m still meeting with the people and finding out what they need for this to be pulled off.”

“I don’t care about housing. Where is the report I asked for about my resort land in the first place? We will not be focusing on any of this in our redevelopment, Y/N.”

“Pierce!” you exclaimed, shaking your head at your laptop’s screen. “We need to focus on the development of what’s here first before-”

“We’re not coming into the area to take on the complaints of the people in Blayne and serve their needs first, Y/N. We’re here to scout out the best place for a resort. That’s all. Besides, once we do that, there will be more jobs, and then the development of the county overall will make sense for those to undertake in the area.”

“They won’t agree to it,” you told your boss. “These people need to be offered hope first. They are very closed off to the concept of a resort. What Blayne needs is more housing to help bring in workers to the farms first.”

“When a resort comes into that area, do you think the farms will be at the forefront? Don’t worry about them. Worry about your job. You know, the one I sent you down there to do in the first place. I didn’t take you for being so soft, Y/N. I guess being a woman makes you more sympathetic to these people.”

You gaped at your boss. “That is sexism, Pierce. My gender has nothing to do with how I’m handling things here. Yes, it will mean a delay in building the resort, but I know my idea will lead to the end goal becoming achievable.”

“I don’t care how many people live there.” Pierce steepled his fingers together on top of his desk and leaned closer to his webcam. “They could all get driven out of there for all I care. The resort is what I want to hear about.”

You laughed incredulously. “They’ve been here for generations. They aren’t going to give up their land for any type of pressure you’re suggesting. It was you who told me that I needed to work into the people’s favour, don’t you remember? That’s what I have been doing!”

“Have you? Because all it seems that you can report to me about is a sad township that you want to build up and not about locating the most perfect place for a golf range.”

You clamped your eyes shut in attempts to compose yourself. “I’ve yet to reach page fourteen of the proposal in this meeting. I’ve already noted down where I think the resort and amenities can go once we get the support from the locals.”

Your boss was quiet for a moment, perusing the documents before him and a finger rose to his mouth as he took in the information. A smile grew on his lips. “The back property of the Jungs, you say? Your first mission is to secure that land. Get it to me in two months.”

“Two months?! Are you serious?”

“Deadly. Unless you’re softening to all that country charm they chime on about out there.”

“Blayne needs-”

“I need you to perform your job. Stop worrying about what the people want. Give them what they need. And that is a tourism destination that will bring them greater riches than the bare land and cows ever will.”

_________________

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[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

Roleplaying is how I actually traveled more. How I managed to even go to Europe! I'll continue this with be absolutely mindful and careful of who you talk to online and what information you give out! The person I befriended and I mostly talked ooc for about a whole year on our rping pages/blogs as mostly letting each other know when we were logging off or heading off to work. Or when we were expecting to not be on because of a holiday or birthday or other reason. Then we spent a year or two being friends on social media. I saw real time posts of them and they saw real time posts of me, so they knew for sure who I was and I knew who they were. We began to pen pal/snail mail letters and birthday and Christmas gifts. And then one summer they had a job in my country. I had some money saved from my job and vacation time coming up with the desire to travel, so we planned together and met up (they took a whole three day weekend off to spend it with me) and it was a blast!

Next summer I hosted them at my place, my family got to meet them, and we explored my city(it's one of the bigger touristy ones).

The summer that followed, she hosted me and showed me some great sights and fulfilled one of my dreams of traveling across the world!

Online friendships are real and can be beautiful and amazing! Be careful, again I cannot stress this enough. Plenty of time and proper steps were taken before we, as adults in our mid 20's using our own money decided to do this. But...it is possible.

Since then, and again because I do live in one of the tourist-y/"must see" cities, I have managed to meet up with a few other of my rping friends AND have been planning to meet up with some new friends I began writing with about two years ago!

The internet can be crappy....but it can also lead you to some of the most amazing people. I hope this restores a lil bit of faith.

[sagamemes]

goodnight moon   —   valley girl, part two.   here and below the cut, you can find 100+ lines of dialogue from the next two-ish videos of the series—topcs largely around care, advice and chatter, with some chaotic energy and room for serious conversations mixed in. edited for roleplay purposes, feel free to change around whatever you feel the need to to make it fit your muse better—there’s a lot of gendered language and pet names here.

❝  we can't afford to keep a snake in the grass.  ❞

❝  i even put glitter as the lock screen.  ❞

❝  lay the compliments thick on his  ' natural '  [feature], and you'll be in the clear.  ❞

❝  are you comfortable, babe?  can i get you any extra pillows or blankets?  ❞

❝  narrowly saving him from shock-induced death, talk about a meet-cute.  ❞

❝  i love your dresses.  ❞

❝  if you were in lord of the rings, you would be legolas.  ❞

❝  this one is scandalous, but i know you can pull it off.  ❞

❝  just pretend to be innocently touching up your lipstick—but actually, check out who's behind you in the reflection.  ❞

❝  you literally see your life flash before your eyes every time you go even just one flight of stairs.  ❞

❝  it's not about what i think, or what they think, or what anybody else thinks—what do you think?  ❞

❝  i think that's what's most important to me in a bath product: i like to feel like an amoeba.  ❞

❝  i noticed your highlighter was looking a little dull. do you mind if i fix that, babe?  ❞

❝  i'm all too familiar with how you like to party.  ❞

❝  [name] did call and text a /bunch/ last night.  ❞

❝  you're so good at cutting avocados.  ❞

❝  no, she's not gonna be there. i made sure of it.  ❞

❝  i value you. not just as my client but as my friend.  ❞

❝  and you know what?  i have another little party tip to share with you.  ❞

❝  you are so powerful. and majestic.  ❞

❝  you look like nancy drew, cracking the case.  ❞

❝  what would you like to be eating for breakfast?  ❞

❝  oh my gosh, i just wanna live inside this thing.  ❞

❝  i know i saved something you're gonna be so gaga over, if i can find it...  ❞

❝  you don't have to hold back.  ❞

❝  you know what... just tell me when to stop pouring.  ❞

❝  it's not my fault you said no so you can spend the night animal crossing.  ❞

❝  don't worry your pretty little head about it.  ❞

❝  you're looking at the girl who got a date via emily dickinson quotes.  ❞

❝  ready? ...uh, do you want more wine, first?  ❞

❝  i just want you to enjoy the comfort of knowing that every last thing is being properly attended to.  ❞

❝  you have no need to understand them, because they don't understand you.  ❞

❝  may she soon see the light.  ❞

❝  the heels snapped off when you tried to do a backflip off the garage.  ❞

❝  it's not for everyone.  ❞

❝  for now, you can stay cosied up in your bed for as long as you want.  ❞

❝  i've gone crawling back to every ex i've ever had.  ❞

❝  everyone loves a good girl.  ❞

❝  i think they like, broke physics to make this.  ❞

❝  i'm willing to be your personal confessional.  ❞

❝  i've googled it so many times. and on private mode, out of shame.  ❞

❝  i will be at your side, every step of the way.  ❞

❝  your secrets are safe with me.  ❞

❝  we didn't really get a chance to chat with all the suits around.  ❞

❝  i wouldn't worry about it. nobody takes him seriously anymore.  ❞

❝  gordon ramsay would be so impressed.  ❞

❝  gordon ramsay would most likely fall in love with you.  ❞

❝  a dare, or? —just entirely off your own accord.  ❞

❝  we totally have the upper hand.  ❞

❝  it ended 20 minutes ago, and you're already plastered all over the internet.  ❞

❝  with how much wine i drink and crackers i eat, i'm basically a priest.  ❞

❝  clearly, you're not wearing that for function.  ❞

❝  all you have to do is be sexy and have fun.  ❞

❝  wouldn't dream of giving you anything less.  ❞

❝  people can tell when you're scanning the room and it looks kinda social-ladder-climbing-y.  ❞

❝  those who live in glass houses shouldn't get stoned. or whatever.  ❞

❝  i'm here to take care of absolutely everything.  ❞

❝  you used to be so close.  ❞

❝  you know i can't let you leave here without you looking like your very best.  ❞

❝  so do you have any sort of distinct feelings about this?  ❞

❝  don't you dare go using that information against me.  ❞

❝  i did get you a christmas card.  ❞

❝  i know you're such a sweetheart, you never wanna be demanding, so i wanna be sure.  ❞

❝  what can i say, i'm a professional.  ❞

❝  nobody can tell you're fighting for your fucking life.  ❞

❝  they love you back.  ❞

❝  i'll be discussing the best possible deal for [you/us].  ❞

❝  no one thinks you have weird kneecaps.  ❞

❝  i mean that's precisely what you're doing, but you never wanna look like it.  ❞

❝  you would be so good at operating a forklift.  ❞

❝  it has such a look of that like,  ' widow who murdered her husband, at his funeral, loudly, vaguely weeping '.  ❞

❝  let me just send this email off really quick—then i promise it's all about you, babe.  ❞

❝  that's guaranteed to get you compliments on all night long.  ❞

❝  snails love you. i don't think you can even fathom how deeply and intensely snails love you.  ❞

❝  we can do tinder. you can leave the swiping to me, i got you covered. messages too, you know how good i am with those.  ❞

❝  i'm gonna head up to the kitchen to fix up your tea.  ❞

❝  i just wanna crawl in there and have a nap, you know.  ❞

❝  let's definitely lie about everything.  ❞

❝  enough about me, I'm worried about /you/.  ❞

❝  good morning, princess.  ❞

❝  i'm starting to see a few split ends.  ❞

❝  nobody even notices how heavy you're breathing.  ❞

❝  do you remember her?  the last time we met her, you called her choice of footwear barbaric.  ❞

❝  after that, [name] and i will whisk you away.  ❞

❝  because you've been a client for mine for a little while now, i wanted to show you that i value you.  ❞

❝  unfortunately, i am just now realising that this story had the exact opposite moral of what i was trying to prove. so just, scratch all that.  ❞

❝  oh my god, the wine, of course!  ❞

❝  what movie do you want on the tv?  ❞

❝  thank you so much for trusting me.  ❞

❝  i wasn't sure how much you were holding back.  ❞

❝  i get it, i guess, but does blathers have a sexy jawline?  i don't think so.  ❞

❝  it's time to review the schedule. so exciting.  ❞

❝  you're just a little too cool to be here.  ❞

❝  not so much on the movie mood today.  ❞

❝  i love him. i love him to bits.  ❞

❝  i flew it overnight from tokyo.  ❞

❝  it looks rude and honestly kinda desperate to stare.  ❞

❝  how did you sleep?  no nightmares this time?  ❞

❝  you were asleep, i didn't want to bother you with it.  ❞

❝  i swear you look prettier every time i see you.  ❞

❝  it's okay that you don't know what a fraction is. fractions have no place in your life. fractions are toxic.  ❞

❝  you have the world's most adorable kneecaps. no contest.  ❞

❝  i can be quite persuasive.  ❞

❝  perfect, thanks babe.  ❞

❝  i'm honestly very impressed that you stuck the landing.  ❞

❝  you know there's plenty of people who will do your hair cute, do your makeup do cute, your outfit cute, but how many of them can say that they can transform you into a partying professional?  ❞

[yoosungisbabie]

the pedal’s down - mystictober day 19

707 x mc

rating: G

prompt: {seven x mc} / mask

warnings: none♡

word count: 1,924

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

Seven finally takes her out on a drive.

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“Are you ready?” She gasped slightly, her face immediately lifting to look at him in excitement. He looked a little tired from working so hard, his golden eyes dull and his hair disheveled. She hoped that getting out of the house would help him cheer up.

“You’re done?” she asked. She nearly fell off the couch as she moved to stand, watching him chuckle at her.

“Yeah, I just finished. Let’s go!” he said enthusiastically. He held out his hand for her to take it, but then he eyed it, pulling away to wave her forward with it instead.

She decided not to ask, her thoughts elsewhere while she followed close behind him as they moved through the house towards his garage. His hoodie had come off since she’d seen him last, only a black tank top remaining. She quickly decided that it would be better for her heart if she focused on her surroundings instead of the fact that his biceps were on display.

He pushed open the garage door, bowing dramatically for her to enter first. She stepped forward with an eager grin, the only light coming from the room behind her. He shut the door as he joined her, throwing her into pitch darkness.

“Oh yeah, these are nice cars,” she teased, nodding her head even though he couldn’t see. He let out a snicker before she heard the flick of a switch.

Suddenly, the whole room was illuminated, her eyes narrowing before they adjusted. When they did, she was met with the sight of four stunning sports cars, all of which she’d heard and seen so much about. The bright fluorescent lights reflected off the shiny paint jobs and made them all the more beautiful.

“Whoa,” she breathed, taking a few curious steps forward to get closer.

“Allow me to formally introduce you to my babies,” Seven spoke, stepping to her side with a hop. She glanced at him, seeing that the usual sparkle in his eyes was shining, and that was a big part of the reason she’d asked for a ride in one of his cars.

Her eyes kept gravitating towards one car in particular. It was the one she’d heard him talk the most about, and it really was a sight to behold. She’d looked up what the model was a few times just out of curiosity, but maybe part of her wanted to be able to impress him if she needed to.

“Which one will we be taking for a spin tonight, m’lady?” he asked, gesturing for her to choose. Her mouth fell open, her heart palpitating in her chest.

“You’re letting me choose?” she asked in disbelief, thinking that he would have been the one to make all the decisions. But he grinned, nodding enthusiastically.

“It was your idea, so you can choose!” he smiled, putting his hands in his pockets as he watched her wiggle a little from excitement.

“Can we take the Herrari California?” she asked after a moment of thought. His eyes widened, and he tilted his head at her.

“Someone’s done their research,” he said, his smile growing. He began walking towards the car, but then he stopped and leaned close to her.

“Did you know that she’s my favorite?” he whispered like it was a secret. She laughed, covering her mouth and watching him.

“Maybe,” she whispered back, unable to help the butterflies that stirred in her stomach when he laughed in response.

They both walked over to the car quickly, her eyes widening as she grew closer. She didn’t know much about the car other than its name and that it was expensive, but it was a very nice shade of red.

“Ahh it’s so pretty!” she sighed, not daring to touch it. He put his hands behind his head, sighing in that cocky way that he did and smirking at her.

“Thanks, I picked the color myself,” he bragged, making her snicker a little. He eyed her, raising his eyebrows like he wasn’t joking.

“Aren’t they all red?” she laughed, seeing him lean on his knees and gape at her.

“And here I was thinking you’d become an expert just for me!” he exclaimed, covering his face and pretending to sob. She rolled her eyes, smiling and putting her hands on her hips.

“I think you’d get jealous if I knew everything about your baby,” she reasoned, seeing him peek through his fingers at her. After a few seconds, he ran both hands through his hair, sighing like nothing had happened.

“You’re right!” he grinned, turning to walk over to the wall behind the car. He opened the box there, pulling out what she guessed were the car keys.

“Just so you know,” he said, looking over his shoulder as he closed the box. “Not every Herrari is red. This is actually shade number FF2800,” he said, making her giggle under her breath. Of course he’d memorized the exact color number.

“Well, shade number FF2800 looks absolutely gorgeous. Can we get in now?” she laughed, seeing his eyes crinkle with his grin.

“Please,” he said, unlocking both doors with the click of a button. She pulled the handle, the smell of leather immediately filling her senses. She slipped into the car, admiring the all-black, spotless interior before glancing over at him.

“Think the inside is pretty too?” he asked, placing one hand on the wheel. She nodded, smirking a little.

“Just like you,” she teased, reaching over to poke his cheek before he snickered.

“My hair isn’t quite the right shade for me to pass as a Herrari though,” he replied, adjusting his seat a little and checking his mirrors. She could have sworn she saw a slight blush move into his cheeks, but he turned to look at her again, pulling her attention away.

“Did your research show you this little detail?” he asked, his eyes shining excitedly. Her jaw dropped as he pushed a button, the top of the car lifting from above them. Maybe she’d seen the word convertible when she’d searched the internet, but it was a pleasant surprise either way. She let out a giddy breath as she watched the car work its magic, knowing that his eyes were watching her carefully.

“We should go before we miss the sunset,” he said, placing the keys in the ignition. He winked at her once before he started the car up, making her heart race as the engine purred to life.

He carefully maneuvered the car out of the garage, navigating the dirt road that led away from his secluded house at a snail’s pace.

“Seven…” she spoke, glancing around.

“Hmm?” he hummed, two hands tight on the wheel. She stared at him incredulously.

“Are you...gonna go?” she asked, meeting his wide-blown eyes when he looked at her.

“If I scratch even an atom of paint off this car, I will personally send myself to hell,” he spoke intensely, an uncontrollable giggle bubbling up from her throat. He looked glanced between her and the road a few times before letting his own laugh out.

“I’m serious!” he told her, making her shake her head.

“There’s nothing even around here!” she disputed, watching him lean back a little.

“That’s how I like it,” he said, making her roll her eyes. She took a second to put on her seatbelt, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She’d heard someone mention before that his muscles were very visible when he drove, but she had no idea that it would be so distracting.

Seven caught her looking, a smirk slipping onto his lips before she spoke up out of embarrassment.

“Can’t this car do like zero to sixty in 3 seconds or something?” she said quickly, glancing away to hide the heat growing in her face. Luckily, since the top was down, there was a cool breeze blowing lightly across her cheeks to cool her off.

“Maybe,” he said, dragging the last vowel out. She shot a look towards him, propping her elbow up on the car door.

“For all the bragging you do, I’m not seeing a whole lot of magic happening,” she teased, hearing him blow a raspberry at her. She turned back to him, seeing him glaring at the road ahead.

“Patience, patience,” he sang out. She watched him, thinking for a second that she was annoying him after a long day of work. But when he met her gaze, the warm smile and glow in his eyes proved her wrong.

After a few more minutes of careful driving, they made it out onto a paved road, and her heart pumped excitedly. She sat up a little, her smile uncontrollable. If the car already sounded amazing when they were going so slow, she couldn’t wait for what it sounded like at higher speeds.

“There’s a long stretch of freeway nearby if you can wait that long,” he chuckled, his posture relaxing slightly. “You’re so cute,” he nearly whispered, but she caught it. Her already-pounding heart leapt into her throat, her eyes glued to him as the wind tousled his hair.

“What?” she asked, hoping she hadn’t misheard him. He paled, keeping his eyes on the road.

“N-nothing,” he said, making the knot in her stomach tighten. It was adorably typical that he denied little comments he made under his breath like that. She wondered if he actually meant them.

She leaned back in her seat, biting her lip to suppress her growing smile.

Soon enough, they pulled onto the ramp that led to the freeway, her eyes moving to him excitedly.

“Got your seatbelt on?” he asked, absentmindedly testing his own seatbelt.

“Of course,” she chuckled, glancing around to see that there were almost no cars on the road with them. “Why--” She couldn’t finish her question, the wind being knocked from her as he slammed on the accelerator. The car was pushed forward with a speed she’d never felt before, her stomach flipping. A loud squeal rang out as the tires spun against the pavement, and then the loud roar of the engine followed. The once gentle breeze became a fierce, cold wind that brought tears to her eyes and pinched at her cheeks.

She couldn’t help the elated scream that came from her throat, hearing his delighted laughter when her voice gave out. Her eyes bugged when she moved them to look at their current speed, her laughter getting lost among his and the wind as the road blurred in front of her.

Seven put on the brakes after another few moments, getting them down to a comfortable (and legal) speed. She was still laughing when pulled over, her breaths shallow and shaky.

“How was that?” he asked. She was able to hear the grin in his voice before she looked over at him. When she turned to see, the setting sunlight hit him in just the right way, making her stomach flip all over again. He was smiling so warmly, looking so carefree and happy, and that was all she could ever want for him.

Leaning over, she cupped his face with one hand, pressing a breathless kiss to his cheek. When she pulled back, he was bright red, his eyes locked on her and as wide as ever. She could only smile at him, her own cheeks flushing pink. But she didn’t care.

She flopped back in her seat, breathing out and feeling lightheaded. But she turned her smile to him once more, meeting his gaze boldly.

“Again?”

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asdfghjkl i found this idea in my wips and had completely forgotten about it. it made me laugh so much rereading my idea, and i really enjoyed writing about this! thank you so much for reading!

[love-fireflysong]

P, Q, R, and S!

(well fuck it, computers being stupid so mobile it is!)

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

I mean I'm already doing an outlast au, what more do you people want from me????? Kidding kidding. And just because the icon has been staring at me while i waited for my internet browser to pop (it never did), let's do an until dawn and corpse party au. I think that would be fun :)

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

Oh boy, story time peoples! And massive spoilers for zero escape if you ever plan on playing it just fyi. Okay, so there i am playing virtues last reward for the first time like 8 years ago, and I'm falling in love with phi and sigma, particularily the way they interact. It's just got such a vitriolic best buds thing going on and I am all over it like holy shit. And then at the end it's revealed that sigma (the character you've been playing as the entire time) is actually the mind of a 20 something sent forward in time to inhabit his body like 50 years later. I dropped that ship fucking quick when that was revealed let me tell you alsjshakaja. Dropped it even harder in the next game if you can believe it when it's revealed that due to snails and morphogenic field bullshit (it makes sense in context I swear akdjahkaaj) that he's actually her fucking dad.

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

I don't think I have one actually. I tend to go for the ships that are already confirmed in canon. (It just then happens that said ships tend to be the b couple buts that's neither here nor there)

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I mean I guess that Ash met Chris and Josh in the summer of 2008, as can be read here and here for those curious.

[mcrmadness]

14, 15, 33 (like generally in people, not dating-wise), 40, 47 :D

Ask game: Unusual asks.

Thanks! 8D

14: What is your least favorite word?

In which language? :D Also this is probably the hardest question in this ask game because I literally don't know XD But I try to think about something.

OH NOW I KNOW! I hope people don't get mad at me but RIGHT NOW my least favorite word is "gender envy". I just have this thing when I'm exposed to something against my will - could be a word, a celebrity's face (or name) or even just a tv series - and too often in very short time, and suddenly I just get an overload of that and I feel so fed up with it and can no longer tolerate it AT ALL and everything about said thing just gets on my nerves and makes me so angry that if it's e.g. a tv series someone's watching, I simply have to leave the room because I can't stand anything about it at all anymore, not even the musics nor actors' voices.

So lately this happened to me with this word. It just came out of nowhere and I see so many using it now and I can't escape because it's not only on Tumblr, it's also on Discord and on every freaking website I go to, and I feel like I'm going crazy but I just can't NOT SEE that word because there's no way to avoid it. Even if I filtered the tag on Tumblr, I'd still have to see the word because Tumblr would tell me "this post was filtered for the tag #gender envy". And it kinda sucks.

(I'm agender/nonbinary so I don't feel gender envy because there's no one born without a physical gender and I usually don't look at snails or so and be like "I wish I had its gender" - besides they are hermaphrodite and not genderless so...)

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15: What is your favorite word?

This is also something I haven't really thought about. Okay my brain just said I should say: Gotham. Because it's one of my favorite tv series, after Gotham City which is Batman's home city, and if you put that word in half you get: Got-Ham.

That's why my siblings (they're 26 btw) started talking about the show with the Finnish word for ham: kinkku. So my sister would ask my brother "Should we watch 'Kinkku'?" when she wanted to continue watching Gotham :DDDDDDDD

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This got bit long so the next ones under the cut...

33: What turns you off?

The lack of sense of humour. I seriously don't think I'd ever be able to get along with someone who either has no sense of humour at all or has it completely different from mine.

Also people who don't respect others, people who refuse to listen to others. Nothing makes me angrier and more frustrated than when I'm trying to say something and people say "I don't care." and won't let me even finish because they don't want to hear what I have to say only because they THINK they're gonna disagree. And even if they do disagree, it'd still be nice of them to let people finish before proclaiming that they disagree. Not doing that makes a person just an asshole.

And another thing is the music taste, having it different won't make a friendship impossible, but it always drops my mood a bit to learn I again listen to different bands and genres altogether than someone new I learnt to know, because it seems to be something that just always keeps happening...

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40: First concert you attended

It was in 2007 and My Chemical Romance's concert in Finland. It was also their first gig in Finland ever. The concert took place in Helsinki, I was 16 and met a few internet friends I had but mainly spent time with my parents who I went to the concert with. The gig itself was insane, I had never been to an actual concert before because I was so afraid of big crowds because of my social anxiety and I always thought I don't care about going to concerts. But something in me needed to experience an MCR concert and I'm glad that I did that, because I really like going to concerts now. Every time I feel like dying tho, but somehow I still end up buying concert tickets anyway XD

The concert itsel was insane and I didn't even feel the anxiety there at all! After the concert we were hanging out near the venue and my parents already wanted to leave but I just had this feeling that we should not leave yet, and then they said we have to go now so I started walking after them and crying, and that's when I heard girls screaming behind the venue and as we went there, Frank was actually there writing signatures, and we quickly ran there and I don't remember anything else but this small group and we just handed him the ticket, he wrote his name and we left :D

Here's a photo, I still find it hard to believe that I got Frank's signature but this ticket is a proof of that so I guess I just have to trust it XD

After all that we then visited this "Rock McDonald's" in Helsinki, it's just some regular McDonald's with rock themed furniture and music and that night they were playing only MCR, and from there we went back to the hotel.

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47: What’s your favorite holiday?

I think I answered this question in another ask a couple of weeks ago but I don't remember what I said :D Probably talked about Christmas but now I started wondering it this means like... those HOLIDAYS like Christmas, or just any kind of free days from school and work. Because I've been having one long weekend for the past 2 years, and before that holidays didn't really exist for me because horses need to be fed and taken care of no matter what the calendar says :D

Anyway I think I'm gonna say: Midsummer. In Finland it's a big thing. Well, for most it just means drinking and partying outside, but not for me because I hate people and don't drink alcohol lmao. No but, I actually was born on Midsummer Eve, the Eve is never the exact same date every year (it's always a Friday, tho) so when I have my birthday, it's not necessarily that year's Midsummer Eve. Apparently also not this year, so usually I'm having my birthday during Midsummer but I haven't celebrated it since I turned 18, so it's not really a big deal for me. I'd rather forget about it because I have had an age crisis since I was 23... anyhow, this year I'm gonna turn 30 so I know it's gonna be a bit bigger thing for my family and relatives but I'd rather not be reminded of that because for the past 10 years I have just been worrying about how 30 is closer every year because when I hit that age, then 40 will be closer than ever, too ::D

A "fun" fact about Midsummer and what it means in Finland: Every year everyone wishes for bad and good weather simultaneously because people want to spend the day in good weather but good weather means people like to go swimming. And alcohol + swimming is NEVER a good combination and the warmer the day, the more people will drown. Every Midsummer Day or the first work day after Midsummer weekend, you will find reports from all newspapers about how many people drowned this time. The nicer the weather, the bigger the number(s)... It's terrible, and people are adviced to look after their friends and family and never leave anyone alone near the water when alcohol is involved. Even I have sometimes kept an eye on someone because they were drunk and went close to the lake (not necessarily during Midsummer, but whenever I've been spending time with my mom and her siblings and friends at a summer cottage).

I don't want to end this so dramatically so I also want to say that I like Midsummer because in Finland, the sun never really sets during summer. And during Midsummer the nights are usually the brightest and soon after that it starts getting darker and darker again. It always makes me sad because the summer is so short here, but I really love these summer nights when there's like 3 hours between the sunset and sunrise but the sky doesn't even have time to turn dark during that time. Finnish summer is something special and magical.

It's probably impossible to imagine and incredibly difficult to show in photos too, but here's my attempt:

This one was taken in (the beginning of) June 2017, at 2:00 in the morning during this photo. I think it's very close to the actual lighting of that night. It's so easy to get too dark or bright photos with a proper camera and I can never remember afterwards which of the brightnesses was the correct one. (Btw we [aka me because I'm the only one of my family with a driver's license] were driving back home from Helsinki, we were to Helsinki because of a Rammstein concert :D)

I also have some photos taken at 9pm what looks more like it was in the middle of the day, and also a photo I took at 3am and it looks like it's a daytime too. It's slightly darker between 11pm and 2am and then it gets bright again. But I'm too lazy to add them to this because they just look like daytime photos and you only have my word about the actual time, so it still doesn't feel the same as actually being outside at 3am while it's bright as day :D

[jinbestboy]

who is your fave person on the internet and why is it me

Oh gee idk

Probably because even though you shroud everything in like 3k layers of sarcasm and irony and :[ faces, you still manage to be one of the nicest funniest kindest most supportive people I’ve met on this whole inter web. I mean I made a Twitter specifically for you so obviously ur pretty dang special 🙄

Also maybe because you’re so easy to talk to about anything, always down to smash your head into your keyboard over Namjoon at the drop of a hat, YOU HAVE THE CUTEST LAUGH IM STILL NOT OVER IT, and you forever being so angry about how wonderfully tiny I think you are is my most endearing thing in my life it fuels my soul my tiny lil grumpy grump

I’m so happy you ploinked into my life pls stay forever *forehead kith*

In conclusion we r kindered souls n I love u v much sorry u asked this as joke I love too much for it to not be taken seriously muah muah

EDIT: I forgot I was supposed to answer this with a picture of a snail so

[purplesurveys]

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survey by tater-tots What is a fruit that you might eat in the morning? Hahahaha. That’s a pass for me; I can’t imagine regularly eating fruit at any set time of the day.

Do you enjoy any food combinations that others might consider to be weird? I like to eat fish with mayonnaise, which was always normal in our household but I realized was weird when I first saw the horrified expressions on my friends’ faces when they saw me use the combination. I like mayonnaise with a lot of other foods as well, which a lot of people generally find weird.

What is a green vegetable that you enjoy eating? Broccoli and asparagus.

Name something you might find in a salad. In my salad, you’ll always find tuna sashimi in it heh.

What is your favorite type of sandwich? Anything that’s like an Eggs Benedict or Monte Cristo. 

Which condiment do you use the most often? Mayo, for sure. Banana ketchup too. I also like sriracha sauce but my dad hasn’t been buying a new bottle of it for a while. 

Name a chocolate bar that you enjoy eating. It’s called Whittaker’s - just not sure what country it hails from; maybe Australia? - and I like their peanut butter variant. Google also told me it’s a New Zealander brand.

What is a meat that you do not eat - ever. Dog or cat.

Are you lactose intolerant, or have any other sort of food allergies? I’m mildly lactose intolerant but I ignore it because a lot of my favorite foods use dairy. Other than that, no food allergies.

What was the last food that you burnt your mouth on? Just plain rice, haha. I had been extremely hungry and I just wanted to dig in; but I ended up spitting it back out.

Which brand of soup do you eat? I don’t regularly have soup, much less buy canned brands of it. 

What are some flavors of ice cream that your enjoy? Cookies and cream, mint chocolate, coffee, chocolate chip cookie dough, queso real.

What is the best type of cookie, in your opinion? I like keeping things classic when it comes to cookies, and I’ve always been perfectly happy with chocolate chip cookies :)

Would you rather have popcorn, pretzels, or chips as your salty snack? Chips. I dislike the other two as I only like the softer, doughy version of pretzels.

Have you thought about going on a diet & actually went through with it? No.

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survey by pinkchocolate

When you woke up today, was there anything on your mind? Kinda. I felt sad and I was aware of it instantly, compared to most days where the sadness will take a while to build.

Who was the last person you interacted with for the first time? Literally speaking, maybe the barista at Starbucks who took my temperature at the entrance before I was let in the store. I interacted with her yesterday.

What colour was the wrapper of the last snack you ate? White. It’s more of a tiny bag than a wrapper, though.

Do you have a favourite mug to drink from? What does it look like? Yeah, I’ve since claimed my mom’s mug for myself. It’s a copper mug with the Starbucks label on it. It looks super minimalist which I appreciate.

What was the last thing you used, that came in a spray can? It was a Lysol spray.

What colour is your favourite bra? Don’t really have one.

Who was the last person you went to for advice about something? I think it was Andi. I’ve been going to them a lot for help, advice, extra sanity, etc. lately. If it hasn’t been for them I probably would’ve left a few months back.

Have you had a deep conversation with anyone lately? Yes. I finally met up with Gab yesterday to discuss a lot things, iron some stuff out, figure out where to go from here.

What was the last compliment you recall receiving from someone? I’m not sure, I haven’t been receiving any.

And the last compliment you gave to someone else? It was most likely a compliment for Andi on how helpful they’ve been to me.

What kind of bread did you eat most recently? Flatbread.

What was the last sound you heard, that you found pleasant? We were watching a mass livestream earlier and I was delighted when they played the closing song.

How many books do you think there are in your house? Take a rough guess. I would guess around 60, the overwhelming bulk of them mine.

Of all the books you own, which do you think has the most pages in it? It would definitely either be Gone with the Wind or Les Miserables, but I’m not sure which one is thicker.

^ And how many pages is that? I checked both of my copies and they’re soooo close – GWTW has 1,440 pages while Les Mis has 1,463.

What was the last film you saw at the cinema? What did you think of it? Knives Out. I went to the mall yesterday and the cinemas were still closed, so it’s not like I’d be able to watch new movies at theatres anyway. Anyway, I’ve been vocal about the movie enough times on my surveys but I didn’t enjoy it. Whodunnits were never my cup of tea, but Gab had wanted to see it and I didn’t want to make her watch the film alone.

In the last book you read, what was the main character's name? Haven’t been reading.

What was the last song you heard, that meant something to you? Lose by Niki.

How many people do you know whose name begins with Z? I can only recall one such person at the moment; it’s one of my mom’s aunts who also doubled as a principal sponsor for my mom and dad’s wedding.

What do you expect to be doing at this time tomorrow? Maybe doing my embroidery (my package finally arrived!!) or surveys or watching Start-Up, because tomorrow will be a holiday :)

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survey by luckforlemmy

Did you start listening to more Michael Jackson after his death? I can remember that there was definitely a brief period after his death that I caught up with his discography and listened to MJ nearly everyday; I read up on him and his life as well. 11 year old me figured he must’ve been an interesting figure because of the big reception around his death, so I wanted to know the reasons behind it.

When was the last time that you played hide and seek? I can vividly remember the day when Nina and I played hide and seek when the house was newly-built and still devoid of furniture, back in maybe ‘07 or ‘08. I’m fairly certain that was the last time I played hide and seek.

Who was your first celebrity crush, if you can remember? It was a tie between Ashley Tisdale and Zac Efron, though the older I get the more I’ve been convinced that I ‘crushed’ on Zac only because I was surrounded by girls who went crazy over him in school. I’m pretty sure my first real celebrity crush was Ashley, hahaha.

Do you worry about money? Yeah, especially now. I can’t even enjoy my first paycheck because most of it’s gonna go to Christmas presents, but oh well; at least I can finally buy gifts for my loved ones who’ve always gotten me presents.

Have you ever had to beg for a second chance? Kind of, when I was trying to convince Gab to let our relationship have another shot four years ago. Beg is a strong word for what I actually did, though. It was more of me pitching the idea, not begging.

When was the last time that you sent an actual letter through the mail? I don’t think I even ever did that, not even when I was younger and snail mail was still kind of a thing.

Are you excited to return to school? There’s nothing to return to anymore. Unless I decided to take up a post-grad course in the future, I’m done with school.

Do you hate Internet abbreviations? It can just feel a bit jarring when they’re used excessively in a single sentence, but I honestly don’t mind it for the most part. It’s understandable especially now that most, if not all, of my interactions whether personal or for work happen online.

What was the last insult you gave out? I was never really the roasting type of person, not even towards my friends.

What'd you last look up on YouTube? Hahaha I looked up ‘skynwallz.’ I was looking for the episode of Rhett and Link’s vlogs where they painted the rooms of their offices in the color of their entire person – hair, eyes, and skin. They were joking about starting a new business for it called Skynwallz, so that’s what I looked up.

Are you texting someone really awesome right now? No, I prefer to be alone today.

Do you know when to be serious and when you shouldn't be? Er sure, it’s not that hard.

Do you think that you're funny? I like my sense of humor, yeah, but I know it’s not always going to translate to everybody’s tastes. For example, I’m still figuring out the dynamic in the team I was put in at work, so I can’t make the same jokes that I would normally say with my co-interns with whom I have a more comfortable relationship.

Have you ever sent a secret to Post Secret? I don’t know what this is, so no.

What movie do you really want to see in theatres right now? They aren’t showing anything at the moment. A movie I want to see badly, though, is Ammonite.

Have either of your parents shown affection for you today? My mom made breakfast for us, if it counts. She also gives each of her kids a kiss during the peace-giving portion at mass, so there’s that as well.

What's the last thing that you sang out loud? I watched Start Up before this survey and was humming to the song that was being played at the end of the episode. I couldn’t sing along to it because it was in Korean, but I knew the melody so I hummed.

Is there a word that you always misspell? Rhythm is one of my worst enemies for sure. I also have a love-hate relationship with accommodate.

What was the last thing that you bought that someone else benefited from? I met up with Gabie yesterday and bought her her favorite meal from Yabu to break the ice – menchi katsu with brown rice. I originally got mozzarella sticks for myself but when we got to talking, she mentioned her sisters at one point; I remembered how much I miss them, so I gave up my food and told her to just give my food to her sisters since I hadn’t touched it yet anyway.

Has someone ever made you a really great mix CD? Andi gave me one before she made the flight to New Zealand 10 years ago to permanently live there. I believe I still have it, but I’m just not sure where it currently is.

Have you ever been on Omegle.com? Yes, when I was a teenager and it was new.

Did you talk to someone cool there? Not really; most seem to exit our chat after we did the whole asl thing. I also avoided the webcam option because my anxiety for video calls has always been present.

What song reminds you of your best friend? Any song by The Maine.

Who was the last person to hit on you? Some creep on Facebook.

What's on the paper nearest you? It’s the guide for my embroidery kit. It tells me what stitches to do and the colors of thread to use for the different parts of the template I was provided with.

Do you have a set of lyrics that you really love? From Paramore’s Pool: “As if the first cut wasn’t deep enough, I dove in again ‘cause I’m not into giving up Could’ve gotten the same rush from any lover’s touch, But why get used to something new When no one breaks my heart like you” I scream those lyrics every time they come on. I know I often showed the good, shiny side of my relationship on these surveys; but it was very much toxic at a lot of points and those lyrics - and that song - served as a nest for me, something that told me someone understands how I sometimes felt about my own relationship.

Did you get an A in your last English class? I got a 1.25 instead of a perfect 1.00, but I think that’s still equivalent to an A so yes.

What did you last use scissors for? Cutting thread.

Did you ever secretly hate a friend of yours that thought you liked them? That makes me sound shitty lol, but yeah I’ve acted nicely to people I don’t particularly like.

What do you think of when I say "boat"? That episode of Friends where Joey bought himself a boat at an auction; and Canadian accents.

Would you ever get a tattoo sleeve? Nope. I planned on getting one as a teenager, but I grew out of that phase.

Do you know any really fake people? Yep. I think everyone’s got to be at some point.

What does the last blanket you used look like? It’s pink and has multi-colored polka dots on it.

Do you have appreciation for graffiti? Sure, especially if it’s for political purposes (that I agree with).

Why don't you drive? I do. I just have done it a lot less because I have had little need for driving and traveling to places throughout the pandemic.

Does it annoy you when your printer runs out of ink? I think we have the kind of printer that never runs out of ink, but I’m not exactly sure about the terminologies or how the technology works. I let my sister do the printing hahaha.

Have you ever drank anything from a thermos? Yes, mostly water and coffee.

When was the last time you played in the snow? Never.

Do you know any ignorant people? Sure, mostly Gen X-ers and Boomers.

What is the coolest name you've ever heard? Thylane.

What did you last argue with someone about? Relationship stuff. It wasn’t a full-blown argument, but when Gab and I talked yesterday it was natural for us to disagree on a few points.

Is there anyone that you dislike for no real reason? Hmm, I don’t think so. If I feel that strongly about someone, I usually have a reason otherwise it wouldn’t be fair to them.

Have you had a good day? It was okay; it was nice. I got to do my embroidery hoop art thing, got to watch a couple episodes of Start Up, played with Cooper, and now I’m doing these surveys and am planning to continue my embroidery later. It’s nice to feel productive about non-work things :)

Are you going to have a good night? I hope.