#what the HEEEEEELLL

[bapple117]

This is fucking INSANE like WOWWWW

another gravity falls animation! :3 hope yall enjoy!

[definitelynotshouting]

I managed to make a friend just from being a massive fan of this fic 😭😭😭 we r both so normal about i swearr

HELLO?????? HELP THATS CRAZY /POS OMG

[thetrinitytest]

NO WAY BUFFY MUSICAL EPISODE???????????

[iychodon]

no more midget apple

for context i shown one of my moots a screenshot from unload and he wanted to photoshop it over the annoying orange man i shown him yesterday so i did it for him

the screenshot in question

[heretherebedork]

NOOOO. They don't deserve your apology. You were right, dude. 100% right. And they were wrong and did awful things and have decided that doing those awful things is more right and they're wrong, damnit.

Booooo.

Oh fuck off, you deserve his judgement and you're a shitty person and you should stop trying to ride on a high horse.

(The things I could say about this show and how it treats morality in regards to sex and none of it good and none of it complimentary and so I won't but just know that this show hates you for being a virgin but also hates you for having kinky sex.)

You can be mad at Puen all you want, fucker. That doesn't give you the right to tell your friend to injure him during sex. Like... not how this works!

And the show is absolutely condoning this!?! like, fuck this. No. Go to heeeeeelll.

DUDE.

You told Soong you went too far! You admitted Zouey was right! So what the fuck is this!?

Zouey was right. You call him immature because he doesn't engage with sex the same way you do and then you act like hurting other people with sex is the only way to be mature and then, when he points it out, y'all throw a fucking hissy fit even though you know he's right.

Auuuugh.

AUUUGH.

Someone save Zouey.

And me.

[septic-salad]

WHAT THEE HEEEEEELLL

UMM??? RANDOM VOICE?!?!?!??

EVIL CUCURUCHO??????

[rumpykamon]

Why don’t we talk more about

BOWIE’S LEG TATTOO WTF?!!?

[nightslain]

        Of course he cannot relay with words the potency his hands very well could. Would, pressed behind momentary hesitation before bending himself by hip’s height, to bid a black crown against Leon’s one of shimmers and sands. Allow the draping of his hair, his arms - to pull the man farther against the back of his chair, and squeeze him in place. A passing time wherein all the Lord consists of is groanings rumbling past his mouth. Hands firm in the petting-sweep across Leon’s sides, chest, one rising to cup a shoulder, gripping it. Too smothered with the scents of daybreak and hope to muddle through excuses of his needful touching.           But propriety is a damnable thing. Lashes walk amidst his skin, like a painter’s tool smoothing out dusts of clouds or waves. A number of times, it could be heard that he is on the breadth of speech, breathing in sharply to simply fall mute all the more. A sighing soon passing then. 

         "I only… wish to say my appreciation of you. Your being here, merely by presence… though may my heart be too cumbersome too often for muddling through, and say with efficiency. So I thought perhaps…“ a deeper breath, weight settling a minute form there, ”-in lieu, I would embrace you more, should you find peace with my actions rather than my words.“ 

                   And such a beauty there is to moments like these, for one that had begun so startlingly mundane--if its possible for even the mundane to avoid the transformation into something wonderful in Mathias’ company. The simplicity of sitting by a rain-laden window with an open book and the purr of the fireplace has a magic all its own on ordinary days, made fantastically intimate and brilliantly warmer by the Lord’s shadow suddenly falling across the pages, the pale hands that whisper their way int his company. He is smiling before they even make landfall upon the terrain of either his waist or chest or the wide breadth of his shoulders, known and wanted as the words of his read become quite the opposite. Forgettable--nothing else ever tends to matter when he is faced with something so loved as this, after all.

                   “Mathias,” coos his welcome, voice nearly vanished under the hearty song of rain outside as his hands comb over the backs of those pressing him lovingly into place (only a pity that its the velvet of his chair at his back sooner than muscle and murmuring heartbeats.) “I know. I know that putting your heart into words has always been a struggle even for a man possessed of your eloquence--perhaps it remains that the heart is always the strangest to explain for even the best of us. But I know already that I am never more loved than when I am with you, or when you look at me, or when we touch.” Their fingers twine together as if made for that kind of togetherness, made for each other--Leon’s cheeks warm with happy pride at merely the thought of it when he turns his sunlit head and bestows a kiss to the other man’s cheek. “And whatever ways you invent to prove it so, you make me happy nonetheless.”

@notte-la-lagna

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hazel! This is TiredImpact - I wish Tumblr let us 'ask' things with side blogs, but alas 🙃 One of your recent asks about Diluc's chest gave me a sudden burst of inspiration (because of course it did). I decided to share this little scene - maybe it'll bring you a bit of joy? Your writing always brightens my day, but it's the person behind the blog that keeps me coming back. From one internet acquaintance to another, I hope you're doing well. 💖 No pressure to respond!

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A grandfather clock strikes once, echoing from somewhere down the hall. You creak open the door of Diluc's study and find him sitting in a backless chair, shirt open, about to take off his boots.

He hears your approach but feels your hand in his hair before can shake the cobwebs from his brain. You gather a few tangled strands and brush them to the side, exposing the wrinkled collar of his shirt. The fabric slides over his skin and suddenly he feels your lips on his neck.

His breath hitches as you trail down his shoulder and softly slide your hands under the loose fabric of his shirt. He slowly leans back into your embrace, relinquishing some of his weight into your arms. You can't help but smile when he tilts his neck, opening himself to you. The hands on his torso make him shiver and he let's out a small, delicious noise from the back of his throat when you gently bite his ear.

You finally settle on his chest, fingertips running over every scar and indent. He whispers your name and you hum in response, prompting him to speak. His voice is hushed and deep in the late hour.

"What did I do to - to deserve this kind of-" he shudders at your thumb gently caressing his nipple until it hardens under your touch, until he's pressing into your hand. You switch sides and massage his chest, your manner just shy of hungry. He tilts his head back against your shoulder to watch your hands on him, eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted.

His body is usually hidden from view, away from assumptions and unwanted questions about his shiny, mottled skin. But you hold him with acceptance and reverence; he is momentarily uninhibited beneath your caring hands. These small moments with you, hidden away from prying eyes, allow him enough peace to relax. His worries slowly fade into the background until all he can think about is you - about the way you feel wrapped around him, the way you smell, the way you hold him-

"What were you saying, Diluc?" The breathlessness of your voice sends a shiver down his spine.

"I..." he chuckles weakly, "At the moment I - I can scarcely remember my own name."

"Mmm? Do you want to?" There's an agenda in your question and you wait patiently for his answer. His calloused hand gently covers your own, pressing you further into the meat of his chest. If only you could see the softness of his expression.

"I don't believe I do."

"Then..." he shivers at your warm breath in his ear, "I'll help you remember tomorrow morning."

WHAT THE HEEEEEELLL — THIS IS INCREDIBLE IT’S BEAUTIFUL IT’S AWESOME AND I’M HEART IS POUNDING IN MY CHEST!! So much about this I loved omg … i … where were you hiding your secrets because I want to read so much more of what you have - if this is what you bring me from a simple bout of inspiration T.T I just … in love. Thank you for this it’s incredible and it did make me smile so sos so much

First you hit me with the feels at the beginning and then this .. I am smitten

[pixelation-is-real]

WHAT THE HEEEEEELLL OH MY GOD

Lmao peel dialga palkia and giratina

I've had like, 5 asks for this trio, and jfc ok fine ya'll are monsters.

[neurodecadence]

1, 5, 12, and 19 for the Warframe ask game? :)

1. Which primary weapon is your favorite? Secondary? Melee weapon?

primary: I am a huge slut for the new Nataruk bow, that thing SLAPS. Infinite ammo, a fun perfect shot mechanic, and it's glowy? heeeeeelll yes brother. Secondary: I just got a Zymos. I love the Zymos. It's powerful, it rewards skillful use (just like the Nataruk!), and like a lot of weapons I like in warframe, it's got this "oh I feel mean for using this". Watching a dude twitch and spasm before his skull explodes in a shower of spores, hunting down his comrades to choke the life from them is satisfying, in a way that I should probably bring up in therapy. Melee: Three way tie between the Destreza Prime (hehe fancy rapier go stabby), Masseter (I love Kanabo a lot, and it being a fancy rotating crankshaft is soooo cool), and the Atterax (I liked it before it was meta, okay!)

5. Favorite NPC?

Shiiiiiiiit. Probably Eudico. I'm a union girl, through and through, and to me she represents everything good I've seen in the unions; a desire to help, a righteous anger, a selfless attitude, a pretty voice, you know, good stuff like that. I'm also a fan of The Biz as a "retired but also not that retired ultra-badass hitman type dude. What he did to Legs was fucked, but I get his reasoning. It's him that will have to carry that weight, and he does.

12. Who is your favorite Cephalon?

Cephalon Cy, the deadpan delivery of his lines kills me. Also he's nice, and weird, which is important. This is not to say I don't like Ordis, he is a good little weirdo too.

19. Who comes to mind first at the phrase “Space Dad”?

A tie between Teshin and Ordis, I think. Teshin fills the role best imo, but Ordis is the one who has been there since day one for the Operator, right alongside the Lotus.

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Happily Ever After

Dean x Cas

Word Count: ~1090

Warnings: Fluffy as heeeeeelll. 

A/N: This is part of the Rockstar AU, but the only piece of that that’s really relevant to this “plot” is A New Song. It’s straight up rom-com fluff y’all. Plus cameos from the BAU and Harry Styles. 

This scene was 100% @stunudo​‘s idea, I just typed it out real quick. @fookinghelljensensthighs​ is also partly to blame, as usual, because... idk, handcuffs and fruit. 

More fun shenanigans in this ‘verse coming soon! 

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(New header in the works, don’t mind me.)

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“I dunno, Sammy, I think this was a fuckin’ awful idea,” Dean mutters under his breath, barely audible under the cheers of the audience as they start chanting for an encore. “Jesus fuck, what if -” 

“Dean,” Sam says firmly. “We’ve gone over this a million times.” 

“What if they…” He gestures around at some of the members of Business As Usual, who have been watching the whole show from sidestage. 

“If Bobby trusts their manager, so do I. This way at least we know before we invite them on a real tour,” Sam points out.  

“Sammy, I don’t think I can do this.” Dean looks shaky and anxious, now, and his eyes keep darting over to where Cas is checking on the guitar he usually uses for their encore. Charlie is next to him, looking furtively back at Dean every few seconds.

“Bobby pulled every string he’s got to make this show happen on short notice. If you don’t follow through, he’s gonna be pissed.”

“Yeah, but -” 

“What did I say?” 

Dean takes a deep breath. “Cas is worth being brave for.” 

“Yes.” Sam gestures to Charlie, who starts to tug a confused Cas in their direction. “Go on. I gotta get Harry on Facetime.” 

“Right,” Dean says, with one last deep breath, and then he turns and marches back out onto the stage, alone. Sam pulls out his phone and FaceTimes Harry, who picks up right away, even though it’s some ungodly hour of the morning where he is. His hair is a wild snarl of bedhead and he’s trying to peel an orange while also holding his phone steady. 

“What is Dean doing?” Cas hisses, alarmed, and Charlie has to keep a tight grip on his arm to stop him from following Dean onto the stage. “I’m not ready, I need -” 

“Just listen,” Sam tells him. Cas looks dubious. 

He gives Harry a quick smile and then turns the camera around, pointing it so that he can see Dean, who has gotten himself set up with a stool and an acoustic. Sam keeps the phone close to his chest, making sure that nobody will catch a glimpse of Harry’s (regrettably recognizable) face. 

“So,” Dean says into the mic, and the crowd quiets. “Um… I’m doing something a little special tonight. I want to play you a new song I’ve been workin’ on.” He clears his throat anxiously. “It’s for someone… someone I’m crazy about. These are some things I should’ve said a long time ago, but I’m not great at talking about my feelings, so I wrote about ‘em instead. Here goes.” 

Dean sneaks a quick glance over to where Cas, Sam, and Charlie are watching from the side of the stage, and Sam can see him take another deep breath before he starts to play the soft, wistful melody. 

Cas’s profile is illuminated by the harsh blue stage lights, and Sam can see the moment it all clicks; Cas’s mouth drops open, and he sways slightly on the spot. As Dean starts to sing about waiting and missed opportunities, a smile spreads over Cas’s face, bright and dazed, until he’s completely lit up with it. He looks happier than Sam has ever seen him before. 

The crowd is so silent you could hear a pin drop. Everybody’s completely transfixed by Dean’s voice, his usual growl gone shaky and raw with emotion. 

Charlie moves in closer, wrapping an arm around Cas’s waist, so that she and Sam are flanking Cas: her on his left, Sam on the right. Sam drapes his free arm over Cas’s shoulders and squeezes him tight. 

He glances back to where Spencer, Penelope, and JJ are watching, a little bit behind him, and wonders how they’ll react. Penelope’s dabbing away tears and Spencer’s watching with rapt attention, but JJ is looking right back at him, or rather, at Cas… so one of them, at least, has already figured out who Dean is singing about. There’s this sharp, knowing expression on her face that makes Sam nervous, for a second, until she flashes him a warm smile and a discreet thumbs up. He feels a little bubble of relief swell and pop in his chest. 

He’s feeling a little misty-eyed, but he doesn’t want to let go of Cas to wipe his eyes; Cas doesn’t seem totally steady on his feet, and Sam thinks he might need the support. 

On stage, Dean is strumming the bridge, and just before he launches into the last verse his gaze darts back to Cas, taking in the way he’s beaming. Dean grins helplessly too, when he sees it, and the last of the anxious shake disappears from his voice as he belts out the final chorus. 

Sam’s so fucking proud of his brother it feels like his ribcage might burst. 

When Dean finishes, the applause is deafening. 

“Thanks,” he says gruffly, with a little wave, as he gets to his feet unsteadily. “We’ll see you again real soon.” He looks wide-eyed and scared as he starts to walk offstage, eyes locked with Cas’s the entire way. 

Sam takes a couple steps back, giving them space, and Charlie does the same, after checking to make sure that Cas is still well out of sight of the audience. 

Dean stops, face to face with Cas. They both look stunned. Dean’s hands twitch up like he wants to grab Cas’s, but he can’t quite make himself reach out, and for a moment neither of them move. Sam’s holding his breath. It feels like everybody backstage is holding their breath, even the near-strangers in B.A.U.; they’re all watching, hope and anticipation written all over their faces.  

“Please just kiss him already,” Penelope blurts out, and that finally breaks the spell. 

Dean doesn’t hesitate any more. He steps in, pulling Cas close, and smiles into the kiss with his hands fisted tight in the back of Cas’s t-shirt like he never wants to let go. 

“Fucking finally,” Sam says, exhaling, and Charlie’s practically bouncing next to him, letting out a little cheer. 

“It’s like a fucking rom-com. Who does that shit in real life?” Emily is saying, but she’s grinning. Everyone is. 

On Sam’s phone screen, Harry is drying his eyes with the edge of a massive white hotel comforter, and Sam misses him fiercely for a moment. He turns the camera back around to mouth a silent “talk tomorrow.” Harry says something that Sam can’t quite make out. 

“What?” Sam asks, and holds the phone close. 

Harry repeats, “And then they lived happily ever after.” 

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[kurtanaaa]

ohmygod the jarley scenes in the episode your watching right now are god tier

I LOVE THEM SO GODDAMN MUCH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! JAKE AND MARLEY ARE SO FUCKING IN LOVE AND NOTHING IS GONNA TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME WHAT THE HEEEEEELLL

[florafey]

Thoughts on QoN

I started reading The Queen of Nothing on 19 November, 2019, and finished it about fifteen minutes ago on 23 November, 2019. Much as I did with The Wicked King, here are my thoughts while reading.

Spoilers, of course, are under the cut

- Oak is EIGHT??? I’ve been writing him like a three year old this whole time lol whoops sorry Oak

- Idk how to feel about this whole Vivi/Heather thing it smells like manipulation to me

- Lmao Jude’s a freelancer gotta love it

- I have now named my Goblin Brain Grima Mog how dope is that name fr

- Jude is an adrenaline addict and that’s a fact

- “It feels good to be fighting someone other than myself” SWEETIE CARDAN LOVES YOU

- Oooooooh I like Grima Mog I have a feeling she and Jude are going to cross paths again, maybe in Faeire

- (Also not surprised by Grima’s prediction of Cardan being dethroned soon that boy hates his job more than retail workers during the holidays)

- Oh look, three books in and Jude is finally admitting her feelings for Cardan

- I love the juxtaposition between Taryn in her pretty dress and Jude literally being two steps from death and not seeming to care lol

- Hmmmm okay I want to believe that Taryn killed Locke but couldn’t this just be a way to get Jude back into Faerie??? Idk why they would want that but I don’t trust Taryn 

- (Also I hope Locke is dead it would be Taryn’s one redeeming quality)

- ooooooohhhhhh shit Taryn’s PREGNANT AASHHSJSDKJDKSSKLDSJDJSJ HAHAHHAHAH this is too good oh no

- There’s literally zero chance of this plan of Jude pretending to be Taryn is going to go well. Or even close to well

- “Squeeze hug” awww that’s gonna be in a fic I promise

- This feels like The Parent Trap

- I’m sweating

- ITS CAAAAAAARDAAAAAAAN 

- Oh and his tail is out wow good for him

- Fuck a duck I love his tail

- And gold eyeliner, stellar cosmetic choice if I may say so

- Yep I knew it see here she goes off to his chambers he’s gonna find out eeeeekkkkk

- He knowsssssss he been knew of COURSE he been knew how could I be so stupid to think he didn’t know it was Jude this whole time I’m a clown and a fool

- Wow I’m kind of soft right now I love my babies and they clearly love each other but they’re being so ANGSTY AAAAAA

- “Wisdom is for the meek” uhh??? Madoc what are you talking about bud

- Ahhhh see now Jude is getting protective over her throne and crown, she’s blooming into a Queen....good shit for sure

- Also Jude better be the spy she was born to be now that she’s in Madoc’s camp and he thinks she’s Taryn

- Oh, she’s going foraging in the woods? By herself? Yeah, this is gonna go great, Oriana, really

- Yeah def can’t trust Grimsen although I love how Holly Black describes his work and how they’re beautiful but also deadly and cursed

- I’d like to hear more about how he tried to kill Cardan with that ruby earring and failed lol

- tHE GHOST??? What the hell is he doing here???? Am I the only one who just thought homeboy was dead?? Yikes lol

- Ugh Locke was such a Man good thing he’s rotting now

- “You’re scheming” “I’m always scheming” yeah ain’t that the truth bby

- uh oh MOMMY KNOWS heheheheheh

- Well no wonder Cardan turned out like this look at how he was raised, poor boy

- I mean, to be fair, look at Jude while you’re at it

- Oh hey it’s the Roach

- OH HEY ITS CARDAN

- Awwww Vivi went to Cardan because she thought Jude was in trouble and not only did he go to the Roach to go get Jude but he came too !! wow for people who can’t stand each other they make quite the gang 

- I love how inconvenienced Cardan seems by Locke’s death but not actually sad lol what a mood

- Breaking into Grimsen’s forge does NOT sound like a good idea no sir

- Ugh king and queen wow

- I cannot WAIT for Madoc to realize the Jude is the High Queen I cannot

- AYYYY MY GIRL GRIMA MOG what did I tell y’all, hmmm?

- Wow Madoc really just stabbed Jude like that and is going to leave her ??? the disrespect

- Ohh my god oh wow her blood is making flowers grow she’s a QUEEN wow look at that, you go bby

- Ah fuck Jude, you got set up by the bumb ass father you have

- ABAHAHAHAHHHAH this isn’t funny but Jude falling from the rafters onto the banquet table is on par with the beauty of Kaz and Wylan falling through the ceiling onto Van Eck’s dining room table heheheh

- @hollyblack can I breathe??? Shit girl

- Cardan said THATS MY WIFE 

- Wow Cardan washing Jude’s hands herself??? This boy is in loooove

- Oak and Jude’s maid playing Uno ????? Iconic

- “You’re generally terrifying” oh same Cardan

- So Jude really could have pardoned herself this whole time!!!!!! Come ON sis how didn’t you pick up on that WE picked up on it (don’t worry tho we know you’ve been stressed it’s okay you’re here now)

- And Cardan really expected her to pardon herself I have no words for this boy 

- Jude and Cardan’s relationship is so strange but at least it’s healthy now, you know?

- Look at Cardan being vulnerable and Jude not being mean to him for it 

- He’s being KIIIIIND WHAATTT

- “This is my room, and that’s my wife” AAHAHAHHAHH

- Cardan touches her hair oh my gooooooood i’m dying send help

- Can y’all tell I’ve been deprived lol

- Hahahahah Jude trashed Lady Asha, as she should 

- So I think I like QoN Cardan the most, although I did find Cardan in the first two books terribly entertaining to read about (Srry Jude)

- So Taryn seems to be behaving better than she did in the first two books, kind of being a badass, knowing the Ghost’s true name and all

Cardan likes hearing about slushy machines are you kiDDING ME????

- “Our marriage is an alliance” okay but you sleeping in his shirts isn’t, now, is it? Or how about him petting your hair? Or you thinking he looks cute in gold eyeliner?? lol Jude get real

- Aw I like this Fand/Jude freindship us girls gotta look out for each other

- Grima Mog more like Grima MOM lol

- “Big horns, little dude” LMAO HEATHER STOPP

- I’m enjoying Heather, I have to say

- Finally they kiss it only took TWO HUNDRED PAGES 

- oh guys they really like each other im soft

- Casual hand holding? yes 

- I can’t believe these are the same idiots who were trying to drown each other in the first book 

- look they’re trying to be vulnerable and without armor I’m gonna cry

- I feel quite uneasy about this Queen Suren girl who’s parents have her leashed somehow

- Oh wow fuck Grimsen am I right

- Oh SHIT Cardan really broke the crown like it didn’t mean shit to him...the development...the wisdom

- Cardan really said I want my WIFE and my PEOPLE 

- Oh wait fuck fuck fuck oh no stop wait

- Lmao Jude collapsing on the floor is literally me whenever I have to be in charge

- Okay there’s gotta be a way out of this, I didn’t mean it literally when I said Cardan was a snake

- Hey, Jude’s like, smart as shit, no?

- Hahahaha she basically said “Cardan is like, 90% of my impulse control”

- I love how Taryn is hyping Jude up throughout this while shitshow, I love how the two of them have developed past their book one probems

- The Bomb teasing Jude about the dust on her skirts made my day

- Look at Jude really having healthy realtionships with the women around her, I’m so proud of my little murder gir

- Nicassia better come in clutch here, I don’t trust Jarel or Nore not one bit

- Uhhh that story Heather told about the snake that wanted to marry the princess made me howl with laughter and I don’t think it was supposed to

- Vivi got Cardan a snowglobe that says “Congratulations on your promotion” for his coronation gift and he kept did DID EVERYONE HEAR ME I SAID VIVI-

- Oh damn Kaye alright no need for all that

- Ohhhh I had totally forgot about the dress in book one that Jude ordered but received a different one instead... Cardan sent it?? wild 

- Okay I hope Jude knows what she’s doing but when has she ever not

- The UNDERSEA HEEEEEELLL YEAH

- Oh look and Cardan!!!!!!! Yeah Jude knew what she was doing that’s my girl

- Awwww look at that hug wow the development these two have been through is unreal I’ll keep saying it 

- “I knew little else, but I always knew you” KILL ME

- Oh wow mortals and mingling more with the folk this is good

- Robert of Jersey lmaoooo

- So the Ghost and Taryn ??? Kind of funny but I’m kind of here for it

- I’m literally so close to tears and I’m not kidding they’re having a fucking WEDDING CELEBRATION in the MORTAL WORLD with a banner that says “Congrats Newlyweds” yeah I’m crying now thanks a lot Holly

- Cardan adjusts his paper crown in the microwave reflection so it’s skewed......I don’t think I can react any more I really afjsflsdk

-Wow that was better than anything I could have imagined, hoped for, dreamed of

- The character development, the plot, the resolution, EVERTHING was astounding I’m blown away

This was long as shit If you made it this far, I appreciate you lol. Now go read all three Folk of the Air books again. Go now

[ofstarsandvibranium]

i finally got around to watching every star wars movie and can i just say i now understand your love for poe, what a man

Heeeeeelll yeeeeaaaah. Look at him. How can you not love him???

[warxiwarxi]

FIFTEEN QUESTIONS, FIFTEEN MUTUALS

It’s been so long since I’ve been tagged in something what

1. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

pbbbbb who even has names anymore

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Over characters? Probably p recent I don’t really remember.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Copies: my only kids are fictional

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

Not really my go to, but every now and then

5. WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Senpai never notices 

6. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

Brown

7. SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING

Happy endings. I only really want endless suffering when I’m the one writing it.

8. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

Idk what all counts as talents but I have way too many lowkey skills and a couple highkey skills

9. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

North Dakota heeeeeelll yeeeeeeeeeeaahhh I have no conscious memory of that state

10. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Anything under the ‘art’ category I either have done at least a little or I intend to do at some point. I also rewatch shows and movies a hundred times.

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

A queen cat and a stinky dog

12. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

Is mayonnaise a sport

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5′8 - 5′9 idk. tol.

14. DREAM JOB?

Art director,,,, that or let me have a cozy garden and sell eggs and berries and breads at the market while working on my crafts in between

15. FAVORITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL?

Was usually literature. In highschool I enjoyed psychology tho

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