#which is fine shit happens i got another miku shirt to wear and a shirt is a shirt

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My mom found my previously thought to be accidentally thrown away Miku Expo shirt I am so happy 😭😭😭

[derireo]

Let’s Talk Feelings (ITA)

A series where Izumi gets confessed to five times.

Itaru ↦ Return to Last Checkpoint?

Itaru tries to get his feelings across and the night nearly ends with mixed emotions and pain.

But he's not going to let that happen.

warnings: pining. one sided attraction. flirting.

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He kind of confessed.

Itaru didn't know what possessed him to even do so, but seeing Izumi greet him from the kitchen while she warmed up his dinner made his heart squeeze.

"Welcome home, Itaru." She said, ladling some steaming hot some into a bowl for Itaru to eat.

She was wearing her evening clothes, a simple knitted sweater over a pair of shorts that made Itaru's breath catch. It looked like she was dressed for bed already, but stayed up long enough to make sure he had his dinner when he came home.

"Ah... Director." He murmured and dropped his briefcase beside the sofa while shrugging off his suitcoat.

Her smile gave Itaru the feeling like there was a warm blanket being draped around his shoulders when he approached the counter to take a peek at his dinner.

Hair cascading down her shoulders and standing in casual sleepwear, Itaru's head filled with thoughts of coming home to this every night; with Izumi greeting him in that soft tone of hers, smiling at him as if they were married.

...Wishful thinking.

"You look like you've had a long day." She stated, carefully sliding the hot bowl towards Itaru who was bracing himself against the other side of the counter.

With her pointing out the obvious, Itaru could only do so much as sigh, catching the second bowl she slid at him with ease.

"Oh, don't give me that face." Izumi grouched when Itaru quirked his lips to the side.

He smiled then but quickly shook his head to get rid of it, opting to eat his dinner instead of saying anything else while Izumi began cleaning up the dishes they didn't need anymore.

Taking both of his bowls, Itaru swivels around in the kitchen to sit at the dinner table to avoid looking at Izumi's pretty figure from behind.

There's the faint sound of porcelain and metal clinking by the sink as he works on finishing his dinner, Izumi's gentle hum a sound that brings comfort and warmth upon Itaru and his exhausted body.

Kind hands rubbed into his shoulders just a few minutes later causing him to sigh in appreciation and he lolls his head back when tickling fingertips trail over his neck to grab at his tie. Ah, if Izumi were to treat him like this every night for the rest of their lives, he'd die a happy man.

A ridiculous idea invaded his mind then, and he barely gave himself enough time to stop the words from escaping his mouth.

"Hey. I think we should elope." He muttered through the snack Izumi gave him while tapping away at his phone, the director in the middle loosening his tie from behind.

The sudden comment left Izumi speechless and she couldn't tell if Itaru was joking or not.

With a gentle slap to his cheek, Izumi huffed and pushed Itaru forward by the shoulders, arms crossed when the man chuckled and twisted his upper body to face Izumi with a cunning smile. "Is that a yes?"

He quipped cheekily, soothing the faint sting on his face by rubbing it with the back of his hand, phone precariously hanging at the ends of his fingertips.

Izumi was baffled. Was it always this easy for Itaru to tease her like this? Say things he didn't mean just to get the things he wanted?

...What did he even want?

The director pouted her lips indignantly and tried to take a step back from Itaru, only for her arms to be caught by his hands before she could leave his vicinity. "Wha– hey."

Izumi clicked her tongue at him and tugged at her wrists, but he wouldn't let go.

"We aren't even dating." She gritted. That business man smile of his was starting to get on her nerves, her eyes squinted down at him while Itaru sat backwards on the chair.

Not once did he give her a chance to pull away as he did so, fingers firm around her arms. He looked dishevelled, tie loose around his neck with the first few buttons on his business shirt popped open.

His hair was messy as always, but there was a certain charm to his unkempt appearance. He looked kind of... cute.

The thought made Izumi pause even as Itaru threw her arms around his neck to rest his hands on her waist, and she stammered when she realised how close they managed to get in such a short amount of time.

"We can always start now." Itaru murmurs suggestively, tapping his phone against her hip with a lazy smile.

Izumi makes a stank face at this and buries her fingers in the mop of hair at the back of his head, tugging him away from her with an annoyed grumble while Itaru groaned in pain, empty hand flying up to grab her wrist.

"Wrong dialogue option." She sang sweetly despite the sharp glint to her eyes, and Itaru pouted. "Better go back to your last save point and say something else."

She slipped away from Itaru with a sarcastic smile, gaming jargon a foreign feeling as it rolled from her tongue but a familiar tune to her ears.

Gee. She should probably hang out with Itaru a little less.

"Ugh." Itaru rubbed the ache that persisted on his scalp and looked at Izumi with a frown. "Does this mean I have to try again tomorrow?"

"Yup. Get ready for the same answer." She quipped, dumping his dishes into the sink. "Not unless you've got a better way to ask me out, Chigasaki-san."

Itaru playfully heaved at the formal call of his name and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, a cold shiver running down his back at the uncomfortable honorific.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." He muttered, appalled that the director would even call him that. His heart broke, because holy shit did he hate it.

Disgusting. A deduction of 10 points will be removed from her charm stat (which was at max level).

"Shut up, you idiot. I can hear you thinking in gamer talk." Izumi laughed, easily regaining those 10 points she just lost by giving Itaru that lovely smile of hers.

Ugh, can she get any cuter? Itaru's sick and tired of this.

"Not even my looks are enough to sway you into marrying me?" The man pouted, taking one more chance to convince Izumi to follow through with his silly (but very serious) plan.

Disgusted, Izumi crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the kitchen island while Itaru looked at her expectantly, hands gesturing towards his messy business attire.

"Uhm." She suppressed a laugh and scoffed instead. "I've seen you at your worst, and I'm telling you the truth when I say that those huge grease stains on your shirts aren't cute at all."

"Okay, ignore the clothes. What about my pretty face?"

Izumi rubbed her forehead to wipe away the worry lines that were forming, closing her eyes to will the temper rising in her body to simmer down.

"No comment," she snapped, knocking her foot into Itaru's shin to make him hiss as she shuffled to the table to clean up whatever mess he left on the table, "come on. Let's go to bed, Dorito Boy."

"Stop calling me that." Itaru groaned exaggeratedly, standing up from the chair with a click of his tongue as he went back to the sofa to collect his things, grumbling here and there at the bossy tone in Izumi's voice. He hated when she called him Dorito Boy too. So what if he sometimes has snacks stashed in his pockets? She only caught him eating out of his pocket once! Once!

"Sakyo will get mad seeing the dirty dishes in the sink." Itaru noted quietly, eyes following her every move as she brushed her hair back to put it up in a high ponytail, the shorter tendrils framing her face as she knocked the light switch to the kitchen off with her elbow.

The woman shrugged her shoulders casually and spared Itaru a glance, holding his suit jacket for him as they walked down the hallway together.

"Let him be mad. It won't last long." She sighed with a shake of her head, leading him down the way to her room as the look on his face told her that he was planning on walking her back first. A gentleman's move, really. (Something he reserved for Izumi only.)

Once they reached her door, she turned around to face Itaru and bounced on her heels, holding a hand up against his chest to keep him from taking a step closer to her door.

She knew he was planning something when he had that glint in his eyes. Not tonight.

"If you sneak into my bed while I'm sleeping again I will break your Hatsune Miku figure. I know how much your wife costs." She scoffed, a hint of a smile gracing her lips as she returned Itaru's suit jacket to him. She stood in the doorway as Itaru quirked his lips thoughtfully, bracing an arm against the doorframe as he loomed over Izumi with a raise of his eyebrows.

"...Which one." He squinted.

Izumi batted her eyelashes, tipping her chin up proudly as if she were challenging him. "The Myethos one. You know, the one where she's in a qipao?"

Itaru swallowed.

...Guess his scheme wasn't going to work tonight.

"Fine." He grumbled, pushing himself off the doorframe with a frown as Izumi winked at him, teeth biting into her tongue while she poked it out at him in a teasing manner. And boy, did Itaru want to wipe that smug look off her face.

But then again, he liked beating around the bush with Izumi. He didn't have to say anything outright unless he wanted to and Izumi wouldn't press him for answers or information; just the way he liked it.

Izumi was about to close the door when he thought of something to do to prolong their time together, and he blocked the door with his body before she could say her farewell. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand, taking another go to get a chance with her no matter how slim. "Let's go on a date when I come home tomorrow." He offered, skin suddenly rising in temperature.

Izumi paused a second time this night, smile frozen on her face. Her brown eyes were full of wonder and a hint of confusion while she looked up at the man in front of her and was honestly, still not very sure if he was being serious or not. It's not like he was interested in relationships in the first place considering all the men and women he's rejected in the past, so, why her?

Her smile relaxed into something more sarcastic; teasing, and she shook her head while pushing Itaru away from the doorway.

"I'll join you on your adventure to the convenience store at midnight if that's what you're requesting of me," she chuckles, slowly inching the door closed while peeking through the crack to continue talking to him, "but I am not going on a date with you." She said, straight up rejecting him.

"Remember what I said about save points and dialogue options? Maybe you should work on your charm too." Izumi jabbed, grinning at Itaru who pouted at her; just the slightest bit offended. "Your business man persona has no affect on me you know."

"Ugh. You always hit me where it hurts." Itaru complained, throwing his suit jacket over his shoulder while readjusting the grip he had on his briefcase, finally respecting Izumi's space by taking enough steps for her to close her door if she wanted to.

Her smile was amused as she watched Itaru from the crack in her door and she sighed, anxiously twisting her doorknob in her hand as she added a few more words to their dwindling conversation.

"You're sweet, Itaru. Thoughtful, reliable, and dare I say, handsome." She praised quietly, honest eyes staring deep into Itaru's soul as he stood in front of her door, stunned. What a turn of events, as some would say.

"Looking past your flaws and only picking out the best parts of you, I'm not embarrassed to say that you're incredibly attractive," Izumi laughed, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face, gaze unwavering as her eyes met Itaru's in the dim hallway, lips smiling, "but I can't say I believe you when you say you're interested in me."

And although she was being honest with him, something he always appreciated, it still stung.

Itaru wasn't the best when it came to people's emotions or acknowledging other's feelings towards him, so he understood why Izumi would struggle to understand his sudden talk of dating and eloping when he's never given her the time of day when it came to romantic stuff.

Maybe he should start doing that from now on.

"I see where you're coming from." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with a grimace, nose scrunched.

"I'll do my best to prove that I'm serious about dating you. The eloping can happen later." He joked next to which Izumi scoffed, her smile still playing at the ends of his lips.

"Alright.. Goodnight, Itaru." She murmured, her pretty eyes filled with warmth as she said her farewells. Quickly, before he could say anything else, she pointed her finger at him through the crack of her door with a squint. "I'm telling you. Don't sneak in." And with that, she shut the door in Itaru's face, leaving the man to stand there speechless, briefcase dangling from tired fingers as he reeled through their conversation tonight.

Damn.. She was still so out of his league.

Just the mere thought made him click his tongue in annoyance.

But after everything that happened tonight.. Itaru isn't so sure that he wants it to end this way.

Giving himself a few more seconds to think, Itaru drops his briefcase in the process and tosses his suit jacket to the floor. He sends a mental apology to Hatsune Miku and sends one final kiss to the Vocaloid Deities above before allowing himself to enter, risking the life of his beloved figurine just because he wanted to see what it was like laying in bed with Izumi.

"I'm gonna kiss you..."

"Wha- where are you touchin- mmf!"

Izumi could only hope that he had half a mind to lock her door before trapping her under the sheets.

Sayonara, Hatsune Miku.

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Oh So Subtle! (Part 3)

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Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1440 Warnings: Language! Betrayal?? Fluff??  Summary: Loki has a crush on the reader but of course, with her being a Midgardian and all, he hardly lets it show. The only one who knows about his crush is Thor. Loki wants to admit his feelings but he doesn't know how. He decides to drop some "subtle hints." A/n: this'll probably be this last part I hope you guys liked this series. Unless for some odd reason I decide to add more but as of now this is the end! Thank you to everyone who liked and commented! This was originally a one-parter but I got so much love and encouragement that I had to write more! It really means a lot. I didn’t expect many people to like it. Y’all make my lil’ heart sing with joy! Feedback is appreciated... Recap: Loki rubs his temples and huffs out a breath, he certainly wasn't expecting an adolescent boy to be the first person he had to interact with when he woke up, "Peter!" In this moment Loki was glad he didn't have kids. Peter's eyes became the size of saucers and he choked on his breath. "I have not an idea what you are talking about. I had no intentions of scolding you. I simply have questions about y/n. Now-" Loki gestures to his room as his words dawn on Peter. Peter eyes Loki for a minute before a smile stretches across his face.

Feet apart, knees bent, hands up. Breath shallow, chest heaving. The chains holding up the punching bag rattled with each hit as thuds echoed around the room. A swift kick to the side and a hard jab to the front. Rattle, rattle, thud. Y/n continued like this for awhile, sweat streaming down her neck and brow, stray curls springing from her messy bun. Her blows were quick and calculated and the adrenaline buzzed throughout her limbs. Peter watched for a bit, she was upset and he knew why. Peter cleared his throat loudly and you stop punching the bag, grabbing hold of it to still it. You straighten up and walk over to the nearby bench as you shoot a glance over your shoulder, "are you finally talking to me again?" You grab your towel and dab your damp skin as Peter walks over to you. "I was never not talking to you." He sits next to you on the bench and looks over at you with a small smile. You throw your towel around your neck and pick up your water bottle, uncscrewing the cap, taking a long drink. "You could've fooled me, Pete. We haven't talked in like two weeks, not even a text, and every time I asked about you I was told you were with Loki."  You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. "Y/n-" Your throat grew dry and you took another swig of water, "look you don't have to explain anything. You're allowed to have other friends. I'm just surprised you're suddenly rubbing elbows with someone you used to talk shit about." Peter internally groaned, "y/n-" "But it's kinda hard not to be upset-" you let out a huff of breath as you nervously fidget with your water, ripping the wrapper around the bottle "-when it seems like you traded my friendship for his."  You drew a shaky breath into your lungs and looked at Peter with glossy eyes.

 This was ridiculous and you knew it. You weren't a teen anymore, you shouldn't be crying over something like this, but Peter was your closest friend as silly as it seemed. Sure you were a few years older than him, but you were sorta immature for your age, so naturally you guys clicked when you joined the team. He's the only one who truly got you. For weeks he's been spending time with Loki, huddled up in corners, whispering and laughing. You missed his companionship and were absolutely confused about how they even ended up talking in the first place!

"Y/n, I would never throw away your friendship like that," He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into an awkward half hug. "You're my best friend and I'm sorry I made you feel that way." You let out a breath you hadn't even realized you'd been holding and hugged him back as you smiled. "Thanks," you pulled back and dabbed your eyes with the back of your hand, "I needed that." Peter smiles wide and stands up, holding his hand out to you. "Come on," Peter pulls you up and covers your eyes with his hands. "What are you doing?" You start to pull his hands away. "Do you trust me, y/n?" "Of course I do." That's all the he needs to hear. Peter covers your eyes again and starts leading you through the compound.   He stops and presses a button, there's a ding and then he pulls you into the elevator, and after a couple of minutes it dings again and he's pulling you out. You guys walk for a couple of minutes and Peter abruptly stops, pulling his hands away from your face. You blink a couple of times and notice that your standing in front of the door that leads to the roof. Confused you turn and look at Peter with a raised eyebrow.  He just watches you, his small smile widening by the minutes. "Are you gonna tell me what we're doing here?" "Just go outside." "But why?" You place a hand on your hip and watch him with narrowed eyes. "Y/n-" Peter scratches the back of his neck "-can you just go?" Your eyes stay trained on his before you let out a breath and turn around, grabbing the door handle. "Fine, but if you lock me out here I'm kicking your ass," you threaten him over your shoulder and turn the knob. For a minute your blinded by the sunlight when you step outside. You blink a bit before your eyes adjust and there on the roof is the last person you expected to see. The God of Mischief himself, Loki. He's dressed comfortably; wearing a pair of grey sweat pants, a long sleeved navy shirt, and what appear to be a pair of black house slippers. You never knew he could pull of the casual look so well. But what you really notice is the fact that he's standing next to an outdoor swing seat and a projector. The outdoor swing is made of black metal, with a cream color shade on top that matches the cushioned seats. On the seats are a bunch of your favorite snacks.  You draw your attention back to Loki and frown as it all clicks into place, the gears in your head turning in overdrive. You cross your arms and for the first time in weeks you speak to him. "I'm going to kill Peter, right after I kill you."

"Let's not do anything drastic dear," Loki's mouth quirks up into a smile, but you notice it fails to reach his eyes, where a tornado of emotions swirl. "Don't call me that," you take a few steps, stopping once you're an arms length away from him and ask, "what do you want? What is this?" Loki swallows a bit audibly and brings his arms from behind his back. In his hands is a bouquet of your favorite flowers, tied together with a neat ribbon. You're still staring at them when he begins to speak, "I know I've been...quite rude lately but-" he clears his throat "-I was only trying to gain your affection. I didn't mean to upset you." Loki trails off when you look up at him and he clears his throat again before looking away. "I deeply apologize and would love if you would join me for a movie." You peer at him, analyzing his face, as a wave of emotions crashes against you. Anger, longing, and happiness. You do the first thing you can think of and that's punching. You punch Loki on his arm hard. "I can't believe that's what all of this was about!" You anger starts to subside and you smile up at him. "You're such a dumbass Loki!" He looks down at you with a startled expression, while you pull the bouquet of flowers out of his hands and deeply inhale their scent. It's not until your walk over to the swing, pushing the variety of snacks over, and sit down that he moves again. "I'm assuming that was a yes?" "You're not completely off the hook but yes Loki, now sit." You pat the seat next to you and smile. Loki smiles and this time it reaches his eyes as all the uncertainty that was lingering in his mind evaporates. He sets up the movie, which is conviently one of your favorites, and sits down next you. Maybe you won't kill Peter, you think to yourself as you open up some cookies and snuggle up against Loki. Bonus: Thor and Peter quietly chuckle as they watch you punch Loki in the arm. When you sit on the swing Thor pushes Peter to the side and closes the door. "Hey! What'd you do that for?" Peter looks up at Thor with his cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Thor chuckles at the sight and slings his thick arm around Peter's shoulders , "for privacy young one." "You sure didn't care about privacy when I texted you to let you know what was happening," Peter mumbles quietly as the God of Thunder leads him away from the roof. "How about you show me how to play that zombie game instead of sulking?" Peter beams and quickens his step, "I'd  love to." OSS! Taglist: @iloverhersofuckingmuch @ciniluv @malanix @hiyaitsjayy @unseelie1963 @kayleighfreeman @the-lady-mischief @book-dragon-13 @simmerkaydeebug @authorpocketcow @myeternalsin @isuirin @hiddle-hoe @markusstraya @ptersparkers @hailqueenconquer @callmeelliemarie @lousymusician @suchannoir @miku-michealis @only-kneel-before-loki @jensensjaredsandmishaslover The names that are crossed out I was not able to tag.

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1 through 150 except the ones you said are off limits or something, love u fam

ok but i’m still a bit dizzy and tired so some answers might be short

1. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU HELD HANDS WITH?

I don’t hold hands with anyone, that’s not a thing i do….2. ARE YOU OUTGOING OR SHY?

Shy

3. WHO ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING?

Nobody4. ARE YOU EASY TO GET ALONG WITH?

Yes but only if your worth my time5. IF YOU WERE DRUNK WOULD THE PERSON YOU LIKE TAKE CARE OF YOU? 

 Hypothetically yes6. WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO? 

Twisted and crazy individuals (not so much dangerous crazy, though that could be fun)7.  DO YOU THINK YOU’LL BE IN A RELATIONSHIP TWO MONTHS FROM NOW? 

pfft no way  8. WHO FROM THE OPPOSITE GENDER IS ON YOUR MIND?

That’s none of your concern10. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU HAD A DEEP CONVERSATION WITH?

I don’t do deep conversations, especially not with my friends. Why would anyone want to ruin a perfectly good friendship with a bunch of emotional and moral crap?11. WHAT DOES THE MOST RECENT TEXT THAT YOU SENT SAY?

“Sorry about that. I’m going out to Don Don and maybe QV so i’ll be home a little later”12. WHAT ARE YOUR 5 FAVORITE SONGS RIGHT NOW?

Carousel, World is Mine, MiMiMi, How to be a Heartbreaker and Control13. DO YOU LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR?

Random person on the train? Fuck no. Friend? Ok as long as you don’t hurt me14. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LUCK AND MIRACLES?

Yeah, i do, it’s silly and childish but whatever.15. WHAT GOOD THING HAPPENED THIS SUMMER?

Finally got to escape an abusive household, lotta great memes as well around about that time.17. DO YOU THINK THERE IS LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS?

That’s not something i ever think about.18. DO YOU STILL TALK TO YOUR FIRST CRUSH?

See, this one is odd because a lot of people in my life believe that the guy i liked in Year 8 was my first crush, which is actually not true, there was one before him but i just never told anyone about it. In any case i don’t talk about him to other people.19. DO YOU LIKE BUBBLE BATHS?

YES LET ME DROWN IN BUBBLES20. DO YOU LIKE YOUR NEIGHBORS?

I’ve only met one of my neighbours, she’s a very nice lady. The others i have never spoken a single word to, in fact i don’t even know if anyone lives in the house across the road. As for my Dad’s neighbours, i’ve never met any of them but weeks ago was awoken at 1 AM IN THE FREAKING MORNING by two of them arguing and another banging on the door of their apartment.21. WHAT ARE YOU BAD HABITS?

Only biting my nails22. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRAVEL?

Russia, Japan, America, France, Denmark, UK, South Korea23. DO YOU HAVE TRUST ISSUES?

Yes.24. FAVORITE PART OF YOUR DAILY ROUTINE?

Hanging with my awesome friends at school25. WHAT PART OF YOUR BODY ARE YOU MOST UNCOMFORTABLE WITH?

All of it nah jk i’m cool with most of it but i do sometimes wish i hadn’t gained so much weight. Then instead of do something about it i eat a chocolate bar. At this point i think it’s just a right of passage for teenage girls to be uncomfortable with their bodies. 26. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP?

Whine about waking up.27. DO YOU WISH YOUR SKIN WAS LIGHTER OR DARKER?

I’m fine with looking like a vampire most days28. WHO ARE YOU MOST COMFORTABLE AROUND?

I would say my friends but that wouldn’t be entirely true29. HAVE ANY OF YOUR EX’S TOLD YOU THEY REGRET BREAKING UP?

Depends who you count as an Ex >.> fucking hell i hate remembering that

30. DO YOU EVER WANT TO GET MARRIED?

Already answered this in a previous ask, short answer is yes31. IS YOUR HAIR LONG ENOUGH FOR A PONY TAIL?

My hair is long enough to put in odango so no shit it’s long enough for a ponytail32. WHICH CELEBRITIES WOULD YOU HAVE A THREESOME WITH?

Fuck i should have just ruled this question out as well….33. SPELL YOUR NAME WITH YOUR CHIN.

no34. DO YOU PLAY SPORTS? WHAT SPORTS?

I’m not athletically inclined in the least, why the fuck would i play sports35. WOULD YOU RATHER LIVE WITHOUT TV OR MUSIC?

Without music36. HAVE YOU EVER LIKED SOMEONE AND NEVER TOLD THEM?

I would say “see Q18″ but whatever37. WHAT DO YOU SAY DURING AWKWARD SILENCES?

Nothing, i usually just leave38. DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM GIRL/GUY?

He would be someone who isn’t embarrassed to be my boyfriend, someone who respects my likes and dislikes, someone i could turn to for any reason, someone who i can share funny memes with, someone who can accept the fct that at times i might just burst out singing the fucking Pokemon theme song and just roll with it, someone who would be just as crazy as i am. I’d want him to be intelligent, smarter than i am yet doesn’t look down on me for not being able to measure up to him. I’d want to feel comfortable making dark jokes and not have him be freaked out and/or concerned. Of course, i’d want him to be concerned about my wellbeing as well but also respect my lifestyle choices. He doesn’t even have to like all or any of the things i like, as long as he cares about me, is good looking and a nice person to be around, then i’d be happy. 39. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE STORES TO SHOP IN?

Dangerfield mostly, other than that the rest of my clothes come from Target and Kmart.40. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

If you had asked me a week or two ago i would have said confidently “writer/director of animated television series” but i’ve realised how lazy i am/how unprepared for adult life i am/how co-dependant i am/how tired i am of life. 41. DO YOU BELIEVE EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE?

Not everyone, pedophiles for example don’t42. IF YOUR BEING EXTREMELY QUIET WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

I’m either bored, tired, observing the situation or just being socially awkward.43. DO YOU SMILE AT STRANGERS?

No, i don’t even look at strangers because i worry they’ll think i’m staring.44. TRIP TO OUTER SPACE OR BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN?

Outer Space45. WHAT MAKES YOU GET OUT OF BED IN THE MORNING?

A hot chocolate and sheer willpower 46. WHAT ARE YOU PARANOID ABOUT?

Everything47. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN HIGH?

No48. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN DRUNK?

Underage, no49. HAVE YOU DONE ANYTHING RECENTLY THAT YOU HOPE NOBODY FINDS OUT ABOUT?

Not really50. WHAT WAS THE COLOUR OF THE LAST HOODIE YOU WORE?

Purple. In fact i’m wearing it right now.51. EVER WISHED YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE?

Yes, once many years ago52. ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF?

I wouldn’t be so chubby for start53. FAVOURITE MAKEUP BRAND?

I don’t wear makeup because it feels so fake. Who would want to cake their face with a bunch of powder and sludge?54. FAVOURITE STORE?

Minotaur. It’s a comic book shop we have down in Vic and it’s the only place you can get manga.55. FAVOURITE BLOG?

MY OWNNNNNNNN

nah i don’t have one 56. FAVOURITE COLOUR?

Silver and Purple57. FAVOURITE FOOD? 

Cheesecake58. LAST THING YOU ATE?

A McDonalds sundae59. FIRST THING YOU ATE THIS MORNING?

Gourmet Strawberry Ice-cream60. EVER WON A COMPETITION? FOR WHAT?

I won a Halloween costume contest back in Year 6 (well technically tied with two other girls, but i won it really) as Sailor Moon.61. BEEN SUSPENDED/EXPELLED? FOR WHAT?

I was suspended from my last school for saying something along the lines of “can you shut the fuck up and let us explain” to the principal.Said event that had to be explained was my friends and i decision to skip Indonesian class (with that awful cow of a teacher) and hang in the girls bathrooms. Said teacher overreacted and called the principal on us.62. BEEN ARRESTED? FOR WHAT?

Never been arrested.63. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? 

Yeah64. TELL US THE STORY OF YOUR FIRST KISS?

I was 5 and my friends 12 year old brother somehow conned me to go in our garage with him. He kinda just grabbed me and then kissed me. Wasn’t a nice experience looking back on it, especially since i think i got in trouble for it even though i didn’t ask for him to kiss me.65. ARE YOU HUNGRY RIGHT NOW?

Yes. I have a pizza in the oven.66. DO YOU LIKE YOUR TUMBLR FRIENDS MORE THAN YOUR REAL FRIENDS?

Nope! I like them all equally!67. FACEBOOK OR TWITTER?

Twitter. I can’t stand FB, and the only reason i still have it is so i can communicate with my Dad (something’s wrong with his phone where he can’t text me back)68. TWITTER OR TUMBLR?

Tumblr because i go on here more.69. ARE YOU WATCHING TV RIGHT NOW?

No.70. NAMES OF YOUR BESTFRIENDS? 

Ashley, Ella (i have two best friends named Ella, they both go to different school though)71. CRAVING SOMETHING? WHAT?

A RED VELVET MAGNUM72. WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR TOWELS?

Pink, Blue and Yellow72. HOW MANY PILLOWS DO YOU SLEEP WITH?

8 plus a second blanket that became another pillow when it became to hot to have it on in the summer. 73. DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS?

Yes, unashamedly. I have my stuffed rabbit Silver, a sloth named Miku, another bigger rabbit named Kiko, two cats (Linda and i think Aramina)74. HOW MANY STUFFED ANIMALS DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE?

40, though most of them are on top my closet75. FAVOURITE ANIMAL?

Cat76. WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR UNDERWEAR?

Black with white polka dots77. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?

Vanilla78. FAVOURITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR?

Fig/Marscapone or Cookies and Cream79. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?

I’m wearing a blue Tweedy Bird nightgown80. WHAT COLOUR PANTS?

Pink, blue and white81. FAVOURITE TV SHOW?

Puella Magi Madoka Magica and A Series of Unfortunate Events82. FAVOURITE MOVIE?

Anastasia83. MEAN GIRLS OR MEAN GIRLS 2?

Mean Girls84. MEAN GIRLS OR 21 JUMP STREET?

Mean Girls since i’ve never seen 21 Jump Street85. FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM MEAN GIRLS?

Karen Smith, since back when i was in my own mean girl clique i was her out of the group86. FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM FINDING NEMO?

Dory, because she’s adorable and funny87. FIRST PERSON YOU TALKED TO TODAY?

My Mum 88. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO TODAY?

My Mum again89. NAME A PERSON YOU HATE?

Amy Schumer90. NAME A PERSON YOU LOVE?

My best friends91. IS THERE ANYONE YOU WANT TO PUNCH IN THE FACE RIGHT NOW?

Nobody really92. IN A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE?

Bit of an ongoing argument with my homeroom/English teacher at school. He thinks i’m some sort of genius child just because i handed in one A+ assignment even though i’m just an average teen.93. HOW MANY SWEATPANTS DO YOU HAVE?

None, sweatpants are ugly94. HOW MANY SWEATERS/HOODIES DO YOU HAVE?

995. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?

Enchanted96. FAVOURITE ACTRESS?

I don’t have one97. FAVOURITE ACTOR?

Johnny Depp98. DO YOU TAN A LOT?

I don’t tan, i burn99. HAVE ANY PETS?

One cat, Stanley100. HOW ARE YOU FEELING?

Tired101. DO YOU TYPE FAST?

Yes102. DO YOU REGRET ANYTHING FROM YOUR PAST?

Yes, a lot of trivial small things103. CAN YOU SPELL WELL?

Very well.104. DO YOU MISS ANYONE FROM YOUR PAST?

I miss my old best friend Eloise. She moved schools in Year 5 and soon after we lost contact. Apparently she lives in Singapore now according to my Mum.105. EVER BEEN TO A BONFIRE PARTY?

No106. EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART?

Yes107. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A HORSE?

Yes and it scared the shit out of me108. WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING?

An essay on Donald Trump and the backlash he’s gotten for his statements in the news and on social media, also a Cinderella and ASOUE MEP part, plus the project for Media class.109. IS SOMETHING IRRITATING YOU RIGHT NOW?

See past questions.110. HAVE YOU EVER LIKED SOMEONE SO MUCH IT HURT?

Yes, right now i like someone so much it hurts. Sorry to sound poetic but it’s a self inflicted hell.112. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU CRIED IN FRONT OF?

I don’t remember. Probably was awhile back. I usually feel i can only cry alone.113. WHAT WAS YOUR CHILDHOOD NICKNAME?

Lili and Mystery114. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN OUT OF YOUR PROVINCE/STATE?

Yes, multiple times115. DO YOU PLAY THE WII?

No116. ARE YOU LISTENING TO MUSIC RIGHT NOW?

Yes117. DO YOU LIKE CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP?

No118. DO YOU LIKE CHINESE FOOD?

Hell yeah119. FAVOURITE BOOK?

Childish choice but any of The Keepers books120. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?

Only in unfamiliar areas121. ARE YOU MEAN?

Yes122. IS CHEATING EVER OKAY?

No123. CAN YOU KEEP WHITE SHOES CLEAN?

No124. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?

Yes125. DO YOU BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE?

Yes126. ARE YOU CURRENTLY BORED?

No127. WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?

Not adhering to my responsibilities128. WOULD YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME?

Yes, to either my online persona name or my pen name129. WHAT YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?

Gemini130. DO YOU LIKE SUBWAY?

No

134. CAN YOU COUNT TO ONE MILLION?

Naw, i get bored before then135. DUMBEST LIE YOU EVER TOLD?

Any of my childhood lies, can’t name any specifics136. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?

Closed137. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Irrelevant138. CURLY OR STRAIGHT HAIR?

Slightly wavy139. BRUNETTE OR BLONDE?

Brunette140. SUMMER OR WINTER?

Winter141. NIGHT OR DAY?

Night142. FAVOURITE MONTH?

May143. ARE YOU A VEGETARIAN?

No144. DARK, MILK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE?

Milk Chocolate145. TEA OR COFFEE?

Tea146. WAS TODAY A GOOD DAY?

Yes147. MARS OR SNICKERS?

Mars148. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE QUOTE?

“The future is in the past. ONWARDS AOSHIMA” - Mabel Pines

“Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold BYE” - Bill Cipher149. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

No.150. GET THE CLOSEST BOOK NEXT TO YOU, OPEN IT TO PAGE 42, WHAT’S THE FIRST LINE ON THAT

“When i get back to Tanglewood, my twin is perched on the gate waiting”