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beepen · 4 years ago

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Hello gays and gays only. You may have known me as dicks-out-for-adam :) felt a little nostalgic and wanted to post a little something for the adashi tag. Happy pride and happy summer, here’s two hockey players getting midnight snacks on a road trip.

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“Adam….”

Adam stirred in his sleep, nuzzling further into his pillow. His sore muscles protested his awakening and he couldn’t agree with them more. He wanted to continue sleeping….

“Adam.”

“No….”

Let him sleep. He loved sleeping.

“Adam!”

A poke to his shoulder had him scrambling for his dreams to come back, reaching for them and wanting to cover himself in them like a blanket. But they were already too far away and Adam was already too awake.

He sighed, saddened by his loss. “What?”

“Are you up?”

“No.”

“Do you want Mcdonald’s?”

His stomach immediately reacted at the question, growling, and Adam finally opened his eyes to peer over at Takashi kneeling beside his bed.

“Are you serious?” Adam said, voice cracking from sleep and hissing as he stretched his aching limbs.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Do you want some or not?”

Ignoring his question for the moment, Adam reached for his phone. He squinted at the brightness as he read the time. “Takashi. It’s 12 A.M.”

“I know.”

“Did you even sleep?”

Takashi chose not to answer, instead he rose to his feet, his tall frame now towering over Adam’s horizontal form. Adam noticed even in the dark that he was dressed to go out.

“Can you answer my question, please?” Takashi said, his entire being now starting to radiate impatience.

Adam sighed again and rubbed his eyes, giving his hunger levels a once over. He didn’t really have much time to eat except for a couple bananas and a protein shake after the game. The others went to have dinner together but Adam was beat and set out to his hotel room, where he made a quick change into some shorts and literally sunk into the mattress. His stomach was now beating him up for not having a proper meal. He lost so many calories during the game that his body was in a starving state.

“Well?” Takashi crossed his arms and glared down at him. He was probably hungry too.

“I am hungry….” Adam sat up in the bed, keeping the blankets over his shoulders for warmth. “But I don’t want Mcdonald’s.”

In fact, the idea of it made his stomach recoil a bit. He didn’t mind the fast food usually, but after waking up from a deep sleep? Not ideal.

Takashi was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking. He then pulled out his phone and began typing on it.

“Do you feel like walking?” Takashi asked.

Adam shrugged. A midnight walk didn’t sound awful. He actually enjoyed them if he was in the company of a friend or two.

“There’s a 24/7 convenience store five minutes from here.” Takashi looked up from his phone to stare at him, inquiring. “Do you want me to pick something up for you?”

Adam thought about it. On one side, he wanted to stay in bed. The hotel room was especially cozy, and the city lights outside his window tried to lure him back to sleep. And looking at the streets below, he noticed fresh snowfall. He could stay inside, safe from the cold, and wouldn’t have to get dressed either.

But on the other hand, it was only a five minute walk, and walking in the snow sounded just as inviting as laying in the warmth of his bed. And Takashi would be there with him. That idea alone had Adam craving something similar to companionship, but not quite. He couldn’t quite explain it. Something about walking around in the middle of the night, seeking food with his best friend in a city constantly bustling with college students who were also out on a walk, whether for food as well or from a club…it was like nostalgia, in a way. But Adam could not recall ever doing such a thing in the past. Maybe with family or old friends, but never so late.

“Okay.” Adam made up his mind, stretching one more time before pulling the covers away.

Takashi tilted his head, looking for a clearer answer to his question than the one he was provided with. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, let’s go to the convenience store.”

“You want to come with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Alrighty. Hurry up then. I’m starving.”

In less than five minutes, they were exiting the hotel elevator and made their way outside through the grand lobby. It was quiet, and their footsteps echoed against the smooth tile. The receptionist paid them no mind.

As soon as they stepped outside, it was even quieter. The snow had built a heavy blanket over the sidewalks and parked cars, muffling the sounds of the city. Passing vehicles drove carefully over the salted roads and squelched over gray sludge. Only a few groups of people mingled about, most of whom were inside the many cafes and diners in the area, trying to stay someplace warm for a bit.

And walking beside Adam was Takashi, who made it his duty to talk Adam’s ear off. In the five minutes it took for them to reach the corner store, Takashi was on his tenth topic of conversation, water-vapor blowing from his mouth in short puffs of smoke from the cold. And when the doors slid open for them, his voice lowered into a low mumble to match the volume of the store.

It continued like this as they wandered down all six aisles of the small shop. Their conversation quickly shifted to food as they eyed various snacks and groceries. Shopping while hungry was dangerous, and Adam tried to suppress his urge to buy everything he craved. The team was leaving for a different city tomorrow morning, so the less baggage the better. He just needed something he could eat and dispose of quickly.

He had to constantly remind Takashi of this as well.

“Ha, look.”

Adam turned away from the many versions of Cheez Its to peer over at what Takashi was pointing at. He grimaced. “Sour Patch Kids cereal?”

“Sounds gross right?” Takashi laughed, then paused to stare at the abomination for a moment. “I want it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

It took Adam a few tries to convince the impulsive man that he shouldn’t buy it. Takashi only agreed with him after Adam pointed out that if he bought cereal, he’d have to buy milk, and what was he going to do with the milk tomorrow? Leave it at the hotel? Dump it and waste money? Bring it with him on the bus and risk spoiling it?

“I’ll just eat as much cereal as I can with it and then drink the rest if I have to.”

That resulted in Adam snatching the box from a laughing Takashi and placing it back on the shelf.

After more wandering, they eventually found food suitable for their cravings: Adam decided on a premade buffalo chicken wrap, hot chocolate, and a bag of hot fries, while Takashi settled on a lunchable, chocolate milk, and four Slim Jims. They paid and traveled back to the hotel, eating their snacks on the way.

Adam watched with absolute horror as Takashi opened up each Slim Jim, held them in one hand, and bit into all four in one bite.

“Takashi.”

The barbarian glanced down at him, asking what was up with a mouth full of Slim Jims.

Adam gave him a disappointed look. “Why?”

His only response was a goofy smile.

Upon arriving at their shared hotel room, Takashi’s Slim Jims were gone, Adam’s hot chocolate was warm enough to finally drink from, and his bag of hot fries was half empty, courtesy of both Takashi and himself.

“What lunchable did you get?” Adam asked as Takashi unlocked their door. Pushing it open, Takashi marched inside, singing his answer to Adam’s question with a light voice.

“Pizzaaa~”

“Of course~” Adam sang back.

They convened in Adam’s room with the rest of their food. Well, more like Adam had walked to his room and Takashi simply followed. Adam of course didn’t mind.

They easily melted into their usual comfortable and laid back routine, chatting on the bed as they chowed down. Takashi was very particular in how he set up his mini pizzas; the order absolutely had to be sauce, then cheese, then pepperoni. Adam pointed out that if he placed the pepperonis down before the cheese, he could use them to spread the sauce around evenly. Takashi looked at him as if he was the one who had bit into four Slim Jims all at once.

“Heretic,” Takashi accused him, and when Adam kicked his leg, he threatened to crush him if he did it again. Adam didn’t hesitate—he kicked Takashi again.

Takashi stared at him with a twinkling, impish look in his eyes. “You have until I finish my lunchable to apologize.”

Apparently by ‘crush’ Takashi meant plopping his entire body on top of Adam’s.

Once they finished their food and after Takashi felt Adam was adequately crushed, they settled into a comfortable silence, laying side by side. It wasn’t until Adam whipped out his phone to scroll through social media that Takashi repositioned himself on his side, head on Adam’s shoulder as he watched him scroll mindlessly.

Adam didn’t mind. He trusted Takashi, and if anything weird popped up, he knew Takashi’s socials were probably even weirder. That didn’t stop his commentary though.

“Kinky.”

“Shut up.”

Takashi chuckled, the breathy kind. The type of laugh that was only a puff of air and a soft hum. It brushed against Adam’s skin. His heart felt like it was blooming.

“Do you want to finish that one walkthrough?” Adam whispered, and he mayhaps turned his face a little so his nose could bump against Takashi’s.

Takashi hummed his affirmation, eyelids drooping. His breath once more tickled Adam’s skin.

Knowing they were going to fall asleep, they both decided to discard their jeans. Adam changed into the same shorts he had slept in before while Takashi remained in his boxers, too tired to travel the distance to his room. Adam didn’t want him to anyway. He knew Takashi would probably fall right asleep in his own bed if he left to change, and Adam wasn’t quite ready to give up his companionship just yet. He wanted to stay close, nuzzling his shoulder back underneath Takashi’s head to reclaim their position from before. Takashi happily obliged and let out a sigh so blissful one would think he had found the gates of heaven. Adam tried his best to ignore the way his skin prickled, how his heart felt opened and exposed like a blossoming flower. He swallowed it all down and played the video game walkthrough they started watching together last week.

Ten minutes in and Takashi was sound asleep, warm and comfortable against Adam’s side. Adam wanted to soak himself in that warmth, bury himself in it. Every point of contact between them was set aflame: the head on Adam’s shoulder, the arm resting flush against his, and the knee laying on top of his thigh. It was a loving and furious kind of heat, one that battled against the snowfall outside.

The best sleep awaited Adam, one he had no issue in partaking in. He only wished he could stay awake a little longer to appreciate all that was around him, like the soft mattress, the heavy duvet splayed over his form, the soft light protruding from the window and the now quiet city beneath it. And Takashi, dreaming beside him.

Soon, Adam will be dreaming as well, but before he could submit to the warm embrace of a good night’s rest, he turned his head until it bumped against Takashi’s.

Adam exhaled a final sigh, and drifted off to the lullaby of Takashi’s soft breathing.

#adashi #shadam #vld shiro #vld adam #vld #voltron #phew havent used those tags in a while #hockey au #yes i am still very much into hockey LMAO #cant stop wont stop

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clatterbane · 3 years ago

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Tonight's Delight: More fast food delivery, Swedish Edition! This time Mr. C's suggestion, from Max Burgers. I had been curious to try their stuff, especially since it does have a reputation as better than average. Finally doing that.

Once again, I wasn't sure what to get, but settled on a basic DeliVery Cheezy Burger meal (on gluten free bun), with Cheese Fries and a small Choklad Dreamshake. 🍟🍔🥤

I had been tempted to just go for one of their kids' meals, but nah may as well reach higher and order like a grown-ass adult this evening. 😋 (Even though he got hungry and wanted to order before I was ready for much else, with my funky schedule and limited capacity.)

Worst case? I'd have some part of a burger and fries for later, or just more fodder for biogas and fertilizer in the food waste bag if any leftovers reheat badly enough. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Possibly minus some meat salvaged for the cats, and/or my own consumption.) Still really don't like wasting food, but it bothers me less if it's not headed straight for a landfill.

Anyway, group ordering through Wolt looked like an attractive option again. With an estimate of like 25 minutes once we got that submitted. Their estimates have been accurate enough so far--especially once the drivers have hit the road--that I did decide to live dangerously and dose insulin to cover half the shake after it was showing the driver underway with an ETA of about 15 minutes. Because I knew I would be wanting to attack that ASAP!

The rest of that waiting in the freezer, to possibly polish off with a spoon later. 😁 Not opening it up for a not very useful photo op. It looked like a slightly grainy fast food shake which was starting to melt? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ No trouble slurping some up with the straw, though it was still nicely slushy.

I did notice a nutty taste, and was curious. Aha! What is Dreamshake? Turns out it is coconut milk based, which did work extremely well flavorwise with the chocolate I ordered. Max evidently switched over to vegan-by-default for their basic shakes several years back. May also help explain the slightly grainy texture, though tbf I have gotten enough "regular" dairy-containing ones over the years that the noticeable ice crystals didn't really stand out that much. Not enough in this one to really bother me.

No need to grab any backup juice or anything, as it turned out. I actually ended up popping the shake in the freezer for about 5 minutes after the food got here, to give the insulin a little more time to start working. (Another thing that the CGM makes so much easier, BTW: you can watch in close to realtime for when it does start kicking in! For less of a blood sugar spike afterward, with any luck.)

That yummy yummy sugar bomb plus a little more Novorapid duly deployed, and we can move on to the rest of this show!

Didn't remember that this was supposed to be a double cheeseburger, but no complaints!

The burger is specially adapted for home delivery - now DeliVery Cheezy is here

Basically, those menu options leave off any of their standard toppings like lettuce or tomato that won't hold up well. (Good! Saves me some trouble.) I also didn't notice that this category evidently does NOT include the mayonnaise, but hey. Guess I'll take off the bottom of the bun and do my best to scrape the stuff off before nuking any portion of the thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Otherwise, there seems to be onion slices and some ketchup on there.

Rounding this show off with the smaller size of cheesy fries, plus a little cup of "Korean BBQ" from their sauce options on the side. Because why not. Mr. C opted for some Buffalo sauce to share, and I think some of the "Green & garlic" for himself? One of the creamy mayo-based choices.

Neither one of those items was at all bad, btw! I am not so sure about the standard inclusion of their Max Original Sauce on the cheese-saucy fries, since it is sort of like a less gross version of Big Mac sauce. 😒 Which put me off from ever developing a taste for Big Macs as a kid. But, the jalapeño and onion did help balance out the unwanted sweetness there.

Questionable sauce or no, I wolfed fries down hastily enough to get a chunk of still pretty textured potato crossways--so that it halfway blocked up my gullet before I even got to the burger! 🙄

Thankfully, that was only partway, and I had decided to take a cautious approach and only dose enough insulin to cover whatever food I was about to eat. Taking a little breather with a nice hot throat-relaxing cup of tea does seem to have dislodged that troublesome tater, as I was hoping.

Still waiting a while to start tackling my double cheeseburger, though! Was planning to push ahead. But I did bolt down a decent bit of fries in spite of going in still feeling halfway full from starting into a late lunch by the time he suggested ordering the burgers. So, I'm now feeling like I'd really better let the stuff I already ate settle for a little while before attempting to devour anything else!

Pretty satisfying so far, at least. And not sorry he did suggest Max!

#food #long post #delivery night #fast food #max burger #cheeseburger #cheese fries #chocolate shake #swedish food #welcome to sweden #esophageal stricture #swallowing bs #type 1 diabetes #needles mention #t1 diabetes #look out honey cause i'm using technology #gluten free #celiac

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idreaminelectricblue · 5 years ago

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20 Dialogue Prompts for Each Emotion

Anger 1) "How could you do this to me?" 2) "If you want to leave then leave! Go on, I wont stop you!" 3) "I wont let you get away with this!" 4) "I can't believe you trusted them!" 5) "Leave before I change my mind!" 6) "I swear to god if they die I'm going to kill you!" 7) "They trusted you! I trusted you!" 8) "You lost them? How do you lose a whole person!" 9) "You've been lying all this time?" 10) "I don't ever want to see you again!" 11) "Because I'm still in love with you!" 12) "Was anything you said real?!" 13) "I'm nothing like you!" 14) "You can't protect me forever!" 15) "I'll never tell you where they are!" 16) "You've never cared about anyone but yourself!" 17) "They'll find me and you'd better pray you're not here when they do!" 18) "You don't know how long I've waited to do this!" 19) "How could you be so reckless?" 20) "You took everything from me and now it's my turn to do the same to you."

Disgust 1) "You're so fucking gross, dude." 2) "I hate spending time with you guys." 3) "God I can't fucking stand you." 4) "Oh my god I think one just fucking touched me!" 5) "You two are the worst!" 6) "Oh please don't eat that." 7) "Ugh, you smell like my grandma." 8) "Wash your hands!" 9) "Why are you like this?!" 10) "Please, for the love of god, do not explain any of what I'm seeing." 11) "Oh wow, did not need to see that!" 12) "Holy shit, is that a tattoo?" 13) "Our father isn't here so who exactly were you calling Daddy at two fifty-seven this morning?" 14) "I would rather eat glass for the rest of my life than eat whatever this is." 15) "Oh my god, I think it just moved." 16) "You smell like cheese." 17) "You call this cooking?" 18) "Oh god I think it's looking at me!" 19) "I don't even want to know." 20) "I can't tell if I'm crying because I think this is sad or if the way you smell right now is just burning my eyes."

Fear 1) "Are we going to die?" 2) "If we die just know I love you." 3) "I don't want to go, please don't make me go." 4) "Do not make a sound." 5) "I think they're here." 6) "Stay very still, okay? They'll see you if you move." 7) "Don't breathe, be very quiet." 8) "They know we're here." 9) "Behind you." 10) "Wake up, please wake up!" 11) "I'm scared." 12) "I think there's someone in the house." 13) "If you're there, then who's downstairs?" 14) "Just stay on the phone with me, please?" 15) "Stay awake, okay, we're going to get out of here. Just stay awake for me." 16) "You can take me instead, just please don't hurt them." 17) "I know it hurts but you need to just keep your eyes on me and breathe, okay?" 18) "What do you mean they're not there, I thought they were with you!?" 19) "Lock the door and no matter what you hear, no matter what you see, do not open the door." 20) "I don't think I can do this without you."

Happiness 1) "I've loved you since the day we met." 2) "I missed you so much." 3) "You did all of this for me?" 4) "You brought me food?" 5) "Hey, would you still love me if I looked like this?" 6) "I've never loved anyone the way I love you." 7) "Hey! I may be a dumbass but I'm your dumbass!" 8) "Run away with me." 9) "Your mouth tastes really bad but I still love you." 10) "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" 11) "I wouldn't trade waking up next to you every morning for all the money in the world." 12) "I hope our kid takes after you." 13) "You even look beautiful when you're about to kick my ass!" 14) "You're dressed in a hot dog suit, but you still look like an angel." 15) "I once listened to you absolutely destroy the bathroom of an Applebee’s and then greet every table you were serving with a smile and that was when I knew you were the strongest person I'd ever met." 16) "You once watched me spill doritos on the floor, eat them, and you still came over and kissed me after you brushed your teeth. If that's not love I don't know what is." 17) "I'd kill for you, not like a lot of people. Maybe like six or seven, but that's definitely more than I would kill for myself!" 18) "I don't think I'd ever give you a whole kidney or something, but you could definitely have part of my liver if you ever needed it because I heard those grow back." 19) "I've never wanted to lick the buffalo hot wings sauce out of someone's mouth but here we are." 20) "I love you so much and I would do anything for you, but if you ever ask me to tell them to put pineapples on the pizza ever again we're fucking done."

Sadness 1) "They're good for me, better than you ever were." 2) "Do you miss me like I miss you?" 3) "I'd give anything to take it all back." 4) "I'm leaving." 5) "Please, no, please just listen to me!" 6) "Do you hate me?" 7) "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I feel like I can't even breathe without you!" 8) "You can't take back what you did." 9) "You lied to me. I trusted you and you lied to me." 10) "Were they worth it?" 11) "Please don't go." 12) "I know I shouldn't still want you but I do, I want you so bad it hurts." 13) "I need you, I can't do this without you." 14) "I think you and I should spend some time apart." 15) "I always knew you'd break my heart, I just never imagined it'd be this way." 16) "I can't do this anymore." 17) "I just want you to be happy, even if it's not with me." 18) "Promise me that if I don't make it back that you'll watch out for them." 19) "Do me a favor, tell them I love them." 20) "I love them, more than I ever loved you."

Surprise 1) "Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me!" 2) "You're what?" 3) "What do you mean it broke?" 4) "Oh my god, it's just what I wanted!" 5) "You got this for me?" 6) "You're got what stuck in your WHAT?" 7) "The doctor called while you were out, why didn't you tell me you went to the hospital?" 8) "Oh my god, your bleeding!" 9) "I know this is a really bad time but if I don't blurt it out now I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you. I think I'm in love with you!" 10) "Christ! What happened to your eye?" 11) "You're seeing who now?" 12) "You weren't supposed to be back for another three months." 13) "How do you just find a baby?!" 14) "Why do you smell like a dumpster, and if you say you were dumpster diving I swear to god." 15) "What the fuck is that? No, no, absolutely not, we're not keeping it. No way, uh uh, not happening." 16) "Oh my god is that a dog?! Did you get us a dog???!!" 17) "I thought you said you were never coming back?" 18) "Why didn't you tell me it was contagious before I drank after you?!" 19) "What do you mean you got the bottles mixed up, they we're very clearly labeled POISON and NOT POISON!! Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, okay, here's what I want you to do!" 20) "Honey, baby, sweetie, would you please tell me why you're holding the biggest alligator I've ever seen in my fucking life in our living room?"

#dialogue prompts #mine #emotions #prompts #Anger #disgust #Fear #Happiness #Sadness #Surprise #20 prompts for each emotion #If you use any of these for your writing you should definitely send them to me #I'd love to read them!!

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 44 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Sutan gave Violet a token of his affection.

This Chapter: Violet works her ass off, Pearl feels restless, Courtney takes action, and Bianca has a surprising encounter.

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Trixie smiled to himself as he walked around the floor, watching his designers all work on their various bits. They were still only getting into gear, the prêt-à-porter part of the collection now in the hands of tailoring and Bendela. Jovan and Blu were the designers who oversaw that process, the rest of them now focused completely on the runway show.

Trixie had sent out an email to everyone that Monday, outlining the timeline for the couture concepts. Couture was a lot more difficult to plan, since those outfits were typically made in the design department by the same designer from start to finish. It wasn’t haute couture, which meant they still used machines, but it took time to make the elaborate gowns and high detailed pieces Trixie knew Raja and Fame expected them to deliver.

“Hey boss.” Trixie turned to look at Gia, the woman smiling at him. “Can you take a look at these?”

“Of course,” Trixie walked over to Gia’s station, the concepts for their custom-made jewelry all laid out on her desk. They had started to get the first samples from the jewelers they used, Fame insisting that Galactica didn’t use anyone else's designs unless they absolutely had to.

“I like this,” Trixie took the small dangling earrings Gia had handed him. “But I think this,” Trixie pointed at a necklace, “needs to be redone. The chain looks too flimsy.”

Gia nodded, noting it down. Trixie knew Bob was taking care of the shoes, their first samples of the heels Fame wanted arriving in the upcoming weeks.

“Good job,” Trixie smiled, squeezing Gia’s shoulder before he walked away and over towards Violet’s table.

He liked having Violet on his team, the woman clearly more than ready to do the work, but they were still finding each other. Trixie was actually a little sad that Violet’s wasn’t confiding in him yet, that it seemed like she believed that they weren’t on the same team and that he wasn’t there to help her, which Trixie believed to be the most crucial part of his job.

If his designers failed, he failed, and with them the company.

Violet had built what seemed like a little fort of fabric rolls, the sewing table that was attached to her desk piled high with shades of ivory and cream, boxes of golden beads stacked on top of each other.

Violet was leaning over her desk, gigantic headphones over her ears, a miniature embroidery frame placed on it. Trixie watched for a minute, Violet’s clever fingers sewing rectangle beads in long lines on what seemed to be the base structure of a bodice.

She didn’t acknowledge him, whatever music she was listening to drowning him out, and Trixie wasn’t going to interrupt her flow, excitement curling in his belly at whatever Violet was going to pull out.

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Violet finished the row she was working on, her fingertips raw and red from the intricate work she was doing.

She realized that her back was aching, and as she stood up to stretch it out, her shoulder radiating a moment of pain, her eyes fell on the gigantic clock above the design floor door, time a little past 6.

Huh.

She hadn’t noticed that it had gotten so late, since none of her coworkers had left. Violet looked around, her headphones still over her ears. Normally, the floor would be deserted by now, but instead, she saw Max surrounded by parchment paper and rulers. Alexis was draping a gorgeous golden fabric, Kiara was elbow deep in a structured top, and when she looked over at Jovan, he was bent over a bucket of what had to be dye, the chemical scent reaching her nose now that she was paying attention.

Violet raised her hands above her head, her shoulder aching terribly as she popped her joints. She wasn’t anywhere near done, and didn’t have any reason to go home, but she still needed a break, so she grabbed the glass she had sitting on her desk, making her way towards the breakroom.

Violet kept her headphones on, not really in the mood to talk to anyone, but when she turned the corner, she saw Blu standing by the microwave, the ginger haired woman holding what looked like a cup of ramen, shoveling it into her mouth.

“... Blu?” Violet pulled her headphones off, resting them around her neck.

“Oh!” Blu turned around, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as she swallowed. “Hi.”

“What are you doing?”

“Eating this?” Blu titled her cup of noodles. “I know it isn’t the most glamorous meal-”

“No, I mean-” Violet didn’t know how to phrase it without sounding like a bitch. “You’re usually the first one to leave.”

“Ha!” Blu laughed, putting her food down and leaning against the break room counter. “I am, aren’t I?” Blu smiled. “When we’re not on crunch, we all rush out of here like rats trying to have a semblance of a normal life.”

“Ah…” Violet nodded her head. “That makes sense.”

Violet had thought her new coworkers were just a little lazy, that they didn’t want to work, but it seemed like they were simply sprinters, while she had always seen herself as more of a marathon runner.

“I’ll go back to happy hour as soon as I get the chance, but for now, I’m eating ramen for dinner. Like a champion.” She flashed a bright smile, drinking the rest of the broth and chucking the container into the trash can across the room, lifting up her hands in a victory motion. “Back to the grindstone!”

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Pearl rested her chin in her hands, watching Adore dig into a pile of Buffalo wings in the hipster gastropub where they’d chosen to have dinner. The first time she watched Adore eat with all the grace and dignity of a 12 year old boy, she’d found it cute. Charming, even. But now, suddenly, it just seemed gross.

She pushed her own plate away, her food barely touched, sighing slightly as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger.

“You okay, baby?” Adore asked, wiping at her face with the back of her hand, which only spread the hot sauce around.

“Uh...yeah. I’m alright.” Pearl smiled, knowing that Katya would tear her a new one if she let her bad mood explode all over Adore. “Just not very hungry.”

“Aww, I’m sorry.” Adore reached out, plucking a steak fry from Pearl’s plate. “Wanna wrap this shit up and take it to go?”

“Nah, that’s okay. You enjoy,” said Pearl.

“Everything okay here?”

A delicate hand slid a stack of napkins onto the table. Pearl looked up to meet the eyes of their waitress, a petite girl with dark eyes, honey-blonde hair gathered in a ponytail, one strap of her tank top sliding tantalizingly down her tanned shoulder. The nametag resting above her perky tits read “Abby.”

“Thanks,” Pearl said, gesturing to the much-needed napkins, and Abby winked at her.

“Is there anything you need?” Abby asked, eyes raking over Pearl’s body in a way that made her shiver. “Another round, maybe?”

“Yeah...I could go for another round,” Pearl said slowly. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, making sure to show off the low cut top she had worn under her leather jacket, her wrist flexing.

“Coming right up…”

Pearl watched as she sauntered away, wondering how much of the swinging hips were for her benefit, when Abby tossed a glance back over her shoulder, giving Pearl a tiny, secret grin before turning to the bartender.

Adore cleared her throat, and Pearl snapped back to attention.

Right.

Date. Adore. Best behavior.

Got it.

“You know, I’m really psyched that you’re coming to Thanksgiving. I think it’ll be good for Bianca to get to know you better. So she can see what a great person you are for herself,” Adore flashed a hopeful smile that suddenly made Pearl feel sick with guilt.

Why couldn’t she just commit to this awesome girl and stop being such an asshole?

“Yeah, no, that’ll be cool.”

“Totally,” Adore smiled.

Pearl polished off the last of her beer, watching as Adore dipped one of her wings into the blue cheese dressing, nose wrinkling just slightly as the chunky white sauce dripped off the hot wing on the way to her mouth.

“Um, I need to go use the restroom,” Pearl said, sliding off her stool.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Adore asked, concerned.

“Yeah. I’ll be right back.”

Pearl steeled her nerves before heading to the bathrooms, just as Abby approached their table with a glass of beer on a tray.

“And where are you running off to?” she asked coyly, fluttering her lashes.

“Bathroom… Is that okay with you?”

Abby giggled. “I’ll try not to miss you too much.”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head as she continued on her way.

***

“Hey Pearl?” Adore asked, pulling her bomber jacket tighter around herself, the November chill an unhappy reminder that winter was around the corner. They were walking home from dinner, and Adore couldn’t stop thinking about that waitress.

It wasn’t like Pearl had done anything wrong--just a bit of light, harmless flirting. Two weeks ago, she’d probably barely even have noticed. But ever since that conversation they’d had about being open, Adore found herself on high alert, mind racing every time her girlfriend so much as glanced at someone else. Which was a lot.

“Yeah?”

“Are you sleeping with anyone else?”

“You mean like tonight?” Pearl joked, and Adore forced out a strained laugh.

“I’m serious.”

“Not at the moment, no.”

“Then why-” Adore paused, unsure of how this conversation should go. “Why not just…try being monogamous?” Adore felt horribly exposed, and even a little scared, but she wanted this to work, wanted them to work. “I mean I know I don’t want anyone else, so…”

“I like the idea of being able to be spontaneous. Without it being like, a big thing,” Pearl explained, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, I think you’re great. But sometimes…It’s like no matter how great pizza is, sometimes you want a burger. You know?”

“Please.” Adore scoffed, adding an eye roll for good measure.

“Adore-”

“You mean burgers like the waitress tonight? Is she the thing you’re suddenly hungry for?” Adore demanded.

“Will you please chill?” Pearl looked genuinely uncomfortable, the expression one Adore had never seen on her girlfriend’s face before. “There are people around.”

“It’s New York, nobody gives a FUCK!” Adore yelled the last word for good measure, no one turning around, which proved her point. “Answer the question!”

“You’re acting like a child,” Pearl said calmly, and if Adore wasn’t mad before (she was), now she was absolutely fucking furious.

“I am asking a very simple question! Was our waitress tonight the type of girl you like to fuck? Or, I’m sorry, was she the burger you’re craving?”

“Yes! Yes, she was. Does that make you happy?” Pearl asked, stopping and turning to Adore, one hand on her hip.

“Yeah, I’m thrilled. Can’t you tell?” Adore sniffled, trying to hold back the tears pricking her eyes.

“I can’t talk to you when you’re acting like this,” Pearl said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone.

“Fine! Then maybe I’ll just go home by myself tonight!”

“Fine.”

“Fuck you, Pearl!” Adore turned and stomped down the street, back in the direction of the subway, hands stuffed into her pockets, finally letting the tears stream down her cheeks.

***

“Lovely eyes,”

Violet looked up, the expression on Sutan’s face telling her that this wasn’t the first time he had said her name. She was sitting in bed, back resting against the headboard, doing her very best to distract herself from the wrapped ice cubes she was holding in her right hand.

Not that her phone or the puzzle game Katya had suggested she tried ages ago actually helped.

Her fingers stung, but not as badly as her feet had in the ice baths she used to endure as a professional ballet dancer, those sometimes so painful she had cried and had to be held, Milk whispering into her hair that everything would be okay.

“Yes?”

She had stayed at work until past 8, actually expecting to go home and crash, dinner completely forgotten, when she had fished her phone out of her bag, a text from Sutan asking if she wanted to come over.

Violet had been exhausted, getting everything ready for her presentation in the morning leaving her completely drained, but she liked spending time with Sutan, and even if she was never going to spend the money herself, she loved the thread count of his sheets, his bed a guarantee of a good night’s sleep.

The fact that Sutan chest had quickly become her favorite place to dose off not something she’d be willing to admit unless she was being tortured.

“Do you need more ice?” Sutan smiled, looking out at her. He was hanging up his shirts, the dry cleaners bag on the door to his walk in closet. Violet knew Sutan had a housekeeper, but he apparently preferred to handle his closet himself, which Violet guessed she understood. “I still can’t believe you’d-”

“I’m fine.” Violet cut him off, moving off the bed so she could stand up. It was sweet that Sutan worried, actually, really sweet, but Violet knew her body, and most importantly, she knew her body's boundaries, and this, this wasn’t anywhere close. “I am.”

Violet had slaved away all day, Fame and Raja making their judgement calls on who got accepted for the couture line and who didn’t tomorrow, and if Violet’s fingers had to bleed for her gown to be accepted, that was a price she was more than willing to pay.

She walked over to Sutan, stepping into his space, the block of ice still in her hand as she got on her toes, pressing a kiss against his lips.

“I promise.”

***

Pearl closed the door to her room with her foot, her body warm and relaxed, her hands drying her hair with her towel.

She had taken a shower as soon as she had gotten home, the annoyance at how Adore acted crawling under her skin. Pearl threw herself down on her bed, picking her phone up from where she had left it earlier that evening.

“Huh…” Pearl bit her lip. She had expected to see several calls from Adore, or at least a text, but there was nothing, her phone devoid of any notifications from the other woman.

Pearl rolled over, lying on her back and looking up at the ceiling, her stomach uncomfortable with the sensation that she had probably hurt Adore, the expression on her face when they had broken apart painful to look at.

Pearl sighed, tapping her fingers against her stomach. It was a new sensation for her to be unsure, but if there was one thing she knew, it was that Pearl Liaison never texted first.

***

“And you better make it quick!”

Fame watched as Courtney left her office, the blonde closing the door behind her, leaving her and Raja alone. It had taken the majority of the afternoon, but they had finally finished the selection of the looks that entered the final running towards the opening and closing spots.

Fame loved the couture presentations, the designers really showcasing their enthusiasm and personalities since they only had half finished products to present. She liked being able to touch, to see the delicate dreams and the decadence that was a signature of couture.

“Tea?”

Fame already knew that Raja would say yes, the pot on her desk one Ivy had brought over when the redhead had found out that they would be staying at Fame’s.

“Hold the sugar please.”

Fame smiled, grabbing two of the jade green teacups Ivy had brought along too, quickly pouring them both a cup. It wasn’t often that she took the time to just relax at work, that she took time to simply sit with Raja.

“Mmh,” Raja inhaled, the orange blossoms creating the most delicious fragrance.

“Mmh indeed,” Fame chuckled, taking her first sip of the hot tea, allowing herself to sit back on the ivory couch.

“So, we sent the list off.” Raja looked at her. “How are you feeling about the direction right now? You’re not going to decide that you hate cream and ivory on February 2nd, are you?”

“Uh! How dare you,” Fame huffed, actually feeling a little offended. “That was one time.”

“One time too many.”

If anyone but Raja had said it, Fame would have punished them severely, but as it stood, Raja was one of the few people in her life who could get away with openly criticizing her.

“I’m an old woman, Famie.” Raja smirked. “My heart can’t take the pressure.”

“Please,” Fame rolled her eyes. “Don’t take that attitude with me.”

“Someone has to keep you in check, darling.”

“I don’t need to be kept in check.” Fame had to keep from rolling her eyes again, Raja toeing the line of what was acceptable. “If anything, I need support right now.”

“Hmm?” Raja raised an eyebrow, her cup at her lips.

“We’re celebrating Thanksgiving with Patrick’s family, and his mother always wreaks havoc on my skin,” Fame groaned. Patrick’s family was coming to New York, his two sisters and brother all showing up with brats and partners in tow. “I swear, every year it’s the same. If we wanted to have kids, we would have had them by now.”

***

It just wasn’t fair, Aiden thought, staring at his rejected prototypes. He had killed himself all week to come up with 4 different couture concepts for the opening and closing looks, and all of them had been shot down.

This morning, they’d presented their designs to Fame and Raja, each of the designers getting less than a minute to pitch based on sketches, samples, and preliminary construction and then the upstairs bosses had spent all afternoon discussing them, an email sent to the whole design team announcing the finalists a little before 5 pm.

Which was why Aiden was the only one still there at 7, the disappointment of not being included taking over an hour to really settle in. To transform into anger at the utter unfairness of it all. He rose from his desk, wandering over to Alexis’ desk, where 3 dress forms were standing, all of them in looks that made it through. He supposed, though, that was pretty standard, Alexis being one of the most experienced designers there who’d been at Galactica almost as long as Trixie, her specialty being draping the kind of elegant gowns that Fame went gaga over.

No, he wasn’t mad about Alexis.

But Violet...how could that girl catch every single break since the second she walked through the doors? He glared at her muslin prototype, the skirt flaring out, the muslin bodies structured and stuck to the mannequin. On Violet’s table, she had left behind the actual bodice, golden beads sparkling, a portion of the skirt laid out with the intricate pattern. It felt tired and overworked, something he refused to identify burning in his stomach.

Anyone could do beads, anyone could do what Violet did, but unfortunately, he wasn’t in charge, so she continued to get away with it.

Aiden let out a huge sigh, trudging back over to his desk to pack his things.

Another shit week down the drain.

***

After Miss Fame’s comments about her hair, Courtney needed to do something drastic. She knew that Fame’s own salon was a fancy place in SoHo called Jujubee’s, so she’d called to get an appointment. At first, the receptionist told her that there was a 2 month waiting list, but when Courtney name-dropped Miss Fame, sort of accidentally implying that her bossreally wanted to get her in as soon as possible, she’d put her on hold for less than a minute and then informed her that she had an appointment on Saturday with the owner of the salon herself.

Courtney was pretty proud of herself, if a bit intimidated, entering the salon. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting from the owner, but it certainly wasn’t the adorable, friendly woman with a cute little baby bump.

“Hi, you must be Courtney. I’m Juju. What are we doing today?” she said, shaking Courtney’s hand warmly and turning her chair to face the mirror.

“Oh, um...I work for Miss Fame at Galactica, and-”

“Yikes, sorry to hear that,” Jujubee quipped, and Courtney’s eyes widened. “That’s a joke, honey. She’s one of my best friends.”

“Oh. Right.” Courtney laughed nervously. “So, she um...she found out that I was doing my own color and uh-”

“Oy. Okay well…” Juju inspected Courtney’s hair closely. “It doesn’t look too damaged. I think we should fix up your roots, and maybe take down some of the brassy tones in your color, give you a cooler, brighter blonde? That’ll really suit your complexion. And this cut...I’d like to take off a couple of inches, just to make sure we get all of the split ends, maybe some layers in the front...and how do you feel about bangs?”

“I...like bangs.”

“I think they’ll really frame your face nicely.” Juju grinned, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Just relax, we’re gonna take good care of you.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!”

Pretty soon, Courtney’s nerves disappeared entirely, and she was chatting with Jujubee like they were old friends. She found herself wondering what this down-to-earth, funny, warm person had in common with Fame, and then felt a little bad.

There was obviously a whole side to Fame that Courtney didn’t get to see--she already knew that from Adore. And besides, Bianca was warm and hilarious, and she was also close friends with Miss Fame.

A few hours later, Courtney looked and felt like a brand new person, bouncing from the seat excitedly. That is, until it was time to pay. She’d looked up the prices beforehand, of course. But the cost of an “owner cut” wasn’t listed on the website. She figured it would be a little more than their listed prices, so when the receptionist handed her the bill, she nearly shat out a brick.

Eight hundred and fifty dollars.

Courtney was already planning to split the bill on two cards, but this was insane. Her heart began to pound. What was she supposed to do? It’s not like she could say “oh, forget it”--she already had the whole damn service. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and asked the receptionist in a quiet voice, “Um...can I spread it out on 3 different credit cards?”

The girl rolled her eyes disdainfully, holding out her hand to accept the cards.

“You know,” she said, swiping Courtney’s cards through the reader. “There’s a Supercuts three blocks down. Maybe you should try them next time.”

Less than a minute ago, Courtney had felt like a million bucks, and now she felt like gum being scraped off the bottom of a shoe.

“Are you gonna add a tip?”

A tip? On top of that price? Oh well...she was gonna be paying off this trip to the salon for months anyway, might as well go all in. She took a deep breath, holding her head high.

“Yeah, add another $150 to that purple card,” she said, trying her best to keep her face impassive, put on a haughty air so that the receptionist wouldn’t see how much she was shaking inside. “And thanks for the advice.”

***

Bianca entered the book shop, large sunglasses obscuring most of her face, hair under a silk scarf, trying to be as incognito as possible. She beelined straight for her favorite section, avoiding the few other customers.

Most of the time, Bianca didn’t mind the fame or attention from the paparazzi. After all, it was a sign of her success, and she had nothing to hide--she never left the house with a hair out of place, and she could hold her liquor like a champ. Some days, though, like this one?

All she wanted was to enjoy a lazy Saturday. Pick up some books, treat herself to a nice, simple lunch at the café next door, just be a human instead of a minor celebrity.

She was paging through a Natalie Woods biography when someone interrupted, asking softly, “Bianca?”

Shit. Spotted. She turned around with a sigh, but when she saw the person who’d spoken, her aggravation was instantly replaced with a smile, dimples deep in her cheeks.

“Courtney! Hi!”

She looked like absolute perfection, in a fresh blow-out, hair falling in sexy, beachy waves over her shoulders. Her soft, fuzzy green sweater brought out her beautiful eyes. Bianca found herself amazed at how she managed to look better and better every time they saw each other.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I know you were probably-”

“No, I’m glad you did.” Bianca offered another smile. “So um, what brings you here? Do you live in this neighborhood?”

“No, I live in the Bronx. But was just over at Jujubee’s getting my hair done-”

“Ahh...well she did a stellar job. She’s a true artist.”

“You think?” Courtney fingered a lock of blonde hair.

“I’d give her more credit, but...she had a pretty good canvas to work on, so…”

Courtney smiled, biting her lip, then asked, “Do you think Miss Fame will approve?”

“Definitely not.”

Courtney’s face fell, for just a moment, brow creasing with worry, until Bianca reached out to touch her arm.

“Fame likes to be the hottest blonde in the room,” Bianca clarified, adding, “So yeah. She’ll hate it.”

They exchanged a small, conspiratorial smile before a pink tinge began to creep into Courtney’s cheeks and she looked away.

“What’ve you got there?” Bianca asked, gesturing to a stack of paperbacks in Courtney’s hands.

“Oh, I’m just...I’m just browsing, really. Killing time for a few hours before I have to go to a class in midtown. But who wants to hang out in midtown?”

Bianca laughed. “And? What kind of books do you like to browse?”

“Um…” Courtney looked a little embarrassed before admitting, “I’m trying to make my way through Oprah’s book club.”

“A worthy intellectual goal,” Bianca chuckled.

“Yeah, well. I’m on a spending embargo after the salon, so I’m probably just gonna get them from the library instead.”

Bianca held out her basket. “Throw ‘em in.”

“No, no, really, that wasn’t, I mean you don’t have to-”

“Throw them in,” Bianca repeated. “You’ve been putting up with my sister’s shenanigans for years, you deserve a couple of paperbacks. I insist.”

“Thanks.” Courtney carefully placed the books into Bianca’s basket.

“You’re welcome,” Bianca winked, strolling towards the register and placing her basket on the counter.

“You know, Adore puts up with my shenanigans too,” Courtney said. “It’s a very symbiotic relationship.”

Bianca smiled to herself, thinking about how sweet it was that she felt the need to defend Adore from the mildest shade. She handed her card to the clerk and turned back to Courtney.

“I’m sure it is. So uh, listen...I was about to head next door for lunch-”

“Oh, sorry to have kept you-”

“No, um…” Bianca chuckled, feeling awkward as fuck. “No, that’s not what I meant. It’s, um, a cute place. You know, if you’re into the whole healthy, organic, locally-sourced seasonal thing...which I take it you are.”

She gestured to the reusable canvas bag in Courtney’s hands, which she’d pulled from her purse to use rather than the bookstore’s plastic bags.

Realization began to dawn in Courtney’s eyes, a smile tugging at her lips as she said, “Guilty.”

“So, um, since you’re trying to kill time...maybe you want to join me?” Bianca signed the receipt and handed over the books, placing her own into her large shoulder bag, knowing that she’d probably not have refused the plastic bag if she were here on her own. Well, whatever--it was still a win for Mother Nature, right?

“Yeah!” Courtney exclaimed, then seemed to catch herself, adding, “I mean, if that’s what you want...”

“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

“A straight shooter, eh?”

“So to speak,” Bianca smirked, and Courtney giggled.

“What a true role model,” she professed with a flutter of lashes.

“Always,” Bianca laughed, guiding her next door with a hand on her lower back.

***

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #378

“come as you are, as you were, as i want you to be”

Have you ever dreamt in another language? No. How long will you try out something you don’t enjoy before giving up on it? It really depends, but in most cases, admittedly very quickly. What’s something you recently realized or discovered about yourself? *shrug* What’s the most interesting news you read or received recently? What about the most depressing? Not in a good way really, but it was certainly interesting to learn I have such severe sleep apnea. Like, I was certain I didn't. The most depressing would be uhhhh... I guess Jason's mother's death, but I don't know how "recent" you'd consider that by now. Would you let politics get in the way of a relationship? It depends. Some beliefs I absolutely would not tolerate (like anti-LGBT), others I would just agree to disagree with. What is one way in which you need to learn to control yourself? I need to get better at controlling my mouth when I'm extremely upset. Do you use a photo editor? I use Lightroom and Photoshop for photography. Is your dad overweight? No, I think he's actually underweight. Ever been honked at? Yes. What’s the name of the most recent baby a friend has had? Easton, I think? An old middle school friend had him. Have you ever taken medication to help you fall asleep faster? Yes, but they never work for me. How did your parents pick your name? I dunno. If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada. Do you have a balcony? No. Who is a singer that has given you chills? Man, I get chills easily with music. David Draiman from Disturbed, his cover of "Sound of Silence" is BREATHTAKING. That's number one. There are many others, they're just not coming to me at the moment. Do you have a drone? No. What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Some wings at Buffalo Wild Wings. I got some crazy hot sauce. Have you ever discovered something gross in your food at McDonalds? No. What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? A sandwich. How long did your shortest relationship last? Like a day lmao. Would you rather have a trampoline or swimming pool? A POOL!!!! I've talked before about how I want one so, SO very badly to exercise my legs without having to worry about sweat, and I can take a break the very moment I need to. Do you own a Snuggie? Yeah, somewhere. Do you listen to any unsigned bands/singers? Who? Yeah, quite a few on YouTube, but my favorite in Jonathan Young. He is SO damn talented. Who is your favorite video game character? Pyramid Head from the Silent Hill franchise. What kind of pictures do you post on Facebook/Instagram/Snapchat most frequently? Mostly of my pets lmao. Have you ever been on vacation with a significant other? No. Have you ever considered “unplugging”/taking a significant period of time away from technology? No. I know I'd never stick to it. Do you prefer to watch a documentary that is about a situation/event or a documentary that is more of a personal character study/biography? The latter. Meerkat Manor comes to mind with that, and everyone knows how much I adore that show. There was also one about rhesus macaques I fell in love with. Basically, I love animal docs, haha. Can you think of a recent time in which you might have been better off resisting, but you did something because you “just couldn’t help yourself”? Probably eating something. When you are getting to know someone, do you tend to worry that the other person will lose interest in you once they get to know the “real” you? Yyyyep. What is something that you would like to do, but really aren’t able to because of your location? (e.g., see art or get a certain job) Man, a lot of things. Photograph meerkats is a biggie. What sort of job do you think is best suited for your skills? Is this an in-demand position or something you’re unlikely to actually get? If I could actually handle the heat and was in good shape to traverse the outdoors, I think I'd be a great wildlife biologist. Even more though, if I could beat my social anxiety, I would ADORE being an animal educator with kids. Do you believe it is the responsibility of businesses, or prominent business leaders (think Bill Gates) to take the lead on social issues whether by using their influence or their money? Saying it's their "responsibility" sounds unfair and puts a lot of weight on their shoulders, but I do feel they should by their own volition and kindness use their position for good, such as through monetary assistance and other things. Have you ever gone to a job interview and realized that you didn’t want the job? Yep. Have you ever asked that someone sacrifice something (a habit, relationship, job, etc.) for you? A habit, yes. Looking back it was stupid as shit. What would you call your body type? Ew. Has anyone ever hacked your accounts before? Yes. Do you enjoy big holiday dinners? Considering I spend them with my sister's bigoted, homophobic, and racist in-laws, not especially. I always feel very uncomfortable and disliked among everyone for being the "black sheep" among 'em. Is your vision good? God no. Even with my glasses, it's very poor. I need a new prescription badly. Do both of your parents have jobs? Mom has something of the sort, like she cleans a local church for a small pay, but it's not really a "job." She's still recovering from cancer, getting her strength back up and such before she can handle a consistent job. Dad's had a job for as long as I've lived. What is something you’ve always wanted a boy to do for you? How heteronormative. But whatever. It's so fucking cheesy, but singing a cute song to me while slowdancing sounds so super adorable to me. What food are you craving right now? I am craving something sweet like you wouldn't believe. It's annoying. Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. Do you have a lot of scars? Yes, but most are very negligible. I just scar extremely easily. Last person you saw other than your family? My primary doctor. Last movie you’ve seen in theaters? The The Lion King remake. Who was the last person you played a video game with? Ummm I think Girt. Last game you played at an arcade? Zero clue. What was your favorite nursery rhyme as a child? I THINK I particularly liked "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider?" None stand out strongly, though. What is your favorite cousin’s first name? I don’t have a favorite cousin. Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? I think with a friend to prevent loneliness, but at the very same time, I see a great beauty in traveling on your own. Just taking new things in, seeing so many different cultures, beautiful scenery... I feel it'd be a great chance for exploration of insight. Remind yourself how small you are, that there's a much, much bigger picture than your own problems, that people are so unique but hopefully share common morals... I see a lot of poetry in it. Do you like the smell of coffee? It's one of my favorite smells. If you have a favorite photographer, can you describe their work? I can't possibly pick. I watch literally hundreds on deviantART, and many of them absolutely blow my mind. What’s one aspect of your life that did not turn out as you expected? My lack of a career. Outside of school, have you ever used a thesaurus? Well, online ones for writing. When you see a good-looking girl in skimpy clothing, what is your initial thought? I envy her confidence, like gotdamn girl. Have you ever been in a lighthouse? No. Are you on a laptop or desktop? A laptop. What color is your shower? White. Where do you order your pizza from? Domino's or Little Caesar's. What was the name of the last dog you pet? We've been calling the dog we're holding right now Zoe. Have you ever had anything stolen from you? Yes. Have you ever seen the White House? I don't think so, but it's possible I have when we've driven up to New York, but from a distance. How about Niagara Falls? No. What do you like in your salads and what dressing do you prefer? I just like regular iceberg lettuce with some bacon bits and ranch. Man, that sounds good right about now. Any posters of a band on your bedroom wall? Yeah, Metallica and Marilyn Manson. Do you think it’d be cool to have your body mummified after you die? No. I couldn't rock the mummy look even if I tried, haha. Can you tell the difference between a Scottish & an Irish accent? Not really, no. Can you read music? I used to be able to. Do you work the night shift? I don’t have a job, but if I did, I absolutely do not want to work the night shift anywhere. Have you ever slept over at your best friend’s house? Yes. Is your mother diabetic? Are you? She is, but I'm not. Would you like to learn how to make ceramic pottery? It'd be cool, sure. Ever sang someone to sleep? No. Who did you last kiss? My cat. Why did you last lie? I don't recall. Probably to just avoid confrontation with Mom. What do you put on your hamburgers? Cheese, ketchup, and mustard, generally. Who do you think cares the most about you? My mom. Have you ever sent a dirty picture? No. What’s at the center of your dining table? Honestly, we sit in there so rarely that I don't even know. I think we might have nothing, actually. Have you ever started a rumor? No. Do you like being outside? If it's cool, yes. What’s your favourite condiment? Maybe ketchup. Or honey mustard. Who sang/played the last song you listened to? Chris Motionless is the singer of Motionless In White. I don't know if that's his real last name, though. Do you like yoga? I used to. Now all the bending and shit would make me dizzy as hell with my "how are you still alive" level of low blood pressure. Do you always carry breath mints? No, but I do carry Tictacs with me, but they're for my dry mouth. It forces you to salivate, so it helps. What do you think your reaction would be upon entering the White House? I don't really know. I honestly don't even know how it looks inside. Thinking about it, I'd probably be more scared than anything, waiting for a bomb to drop or some shit lmao. Have you ever grown your own sea monkeys or dinosaurs? OH MY GOD I LOVED those!!! I definitely did! Have you ever thrown a game controller (or the game) and broke it? No, I've never been the type to do that. If I'm SERIOUSLY getting mad, all I do is tighten my grip. Did you ever own an Etch-a-Sketch? Yes. Do/did you ever have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling? I believe so. What movie were you really worked up for that ended up disappointing you? My answer is Warcraft, but only because the fucking orcs' voices were so baritone that I couldn't understand them almost ever lmaooo. Like I had a mild idea of what was going on because of the game, but still. What part of a paper is hardest for you to write? The intro, or the conclusion. Both are difficult to me. Like I want to compose a gripping beginning as well as an end that doesn't just repeat everything I've already said and ends on a strong note. Does it bother you that almost everything is done on computers now? No. KFC Chicken: original or extra crispy? I don't like fried chicken. Think about your first kiss. Did you have any idea what you were doing? I mean, I guess? Like I'd seen kisses enough to know how to give someone a peck. It just came naturally. Did you get Happy Meals just for the toys as a kid? Not just for the toy, but it's the main thing I wanted, sure. Have you ever seen your parents cry? If so, how did it make you feel? Seeing my mom cry absolutely destroys me. I don't want her to hurt EVER. Especially if it's seriously unfair bullshit that has her upset, I also get very angry (not at her, of course) and protective. I've seen Dad tear up once, back when he was telling us about his mother's funeral, and I felt immense surprise more than anything. He does NOT cry. How do you feel about animal testing? It's fucking disgusting and barbaric. Find a different goddamn way. Do you add condiments to your ice cream, or just eat it plain? If I'm having vanilla, I'll usually add chocolate syrup. Have you ever witnessed a crime? Yes. What’s the coolest personalized license plate you’ve ever seen? I'm forever gonna get a kick out of this one that just said "omw," haha.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''come as you are'' by nirvana #happy pride y'all <3

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autumnherah · 7 years ago

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My Favorite Homemade Dry Spice Mixes

blah blah blah I was sad that so many store bought spice mixes featured gross things in them like ungodly amounts of processed sugars and unnecessary preservatives so I went out to find homemade spice mix recipes and these are now all staples in my diet. Why am I sharing them with you? No idea, but I am gonnnnnnna.

Buffalo Spice Mix

ingredients

2 tsp chili powder

4 1/2 tsp paprika

2 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper

3 1/4 tbsp garlic powder

3 tsp mustard powder

1/2 tsp salt

1 tsp ground pepper

4 tsp onion powder

directions

combine all the spices in a mixing bowl and lightly whisk together.

store in an airtight container like a mason jar

how to use

I generally mix a tablespoon or two per pound of meat (depending on how spicy you want this)

it also makes an AMAZING seasoning for homemade fries

Ranch Seasoning

ingredients

2 tsp salt

4 tbsp parsley

3 tsp dill weed

2 tsp dried chives

4 tsp garlic powder

4 tsp onion powder

4 tsp dried onion flakes

2 tsp black pepper

directions

combine all the spices in a mixing bowl and lightly whisk together.

store in an airtight container like a mason jar

how to use

about two tablespoons of this mixture = one packet of store bought ranch mix

add it to a mayonnaise of your choosing to make a DIY ranch dressing

I like to make air fryer hot wings with buffalo sauce and then toss the wings in this seasoning for a really lovely flavor

sprinkle it on everything, ranch tastes so good on everything, literally just add this to everything and make it ranch dressing flavored

Taco Seasoning

spoiler alert - this is a copy cat Taco Bell taco seasoning mix

ingredients

1 tablespoon chili powder

1 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon dried minced onion

1/2 teaspoon paprika

1/4 teaspoon onion powder

dash garlic powder

directions

combine all the spices in a mixing bowl and lightly whisk together.

store in an airtight container like a mason jar

how to use

add one tablespoon of spice mix for every one pound of taco meat you use. Use your hands to thoroughly mix the tablespoon of spice mix into the ground beef. Add the seasoned beef mixture and 1/2 cup of water in a skillet over medium heat.

also very good on homemade french fries

Baharat Middle Eastern Blend

ingredients

2 tsp smoky paprika

2 tsp cumin

1 tsp black pepper

1 tsp coriander

1/2 tsp nutmeg

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/4 tsp cardamom

1/4 tsp cloves

directions

combine all the spices in a mixing bowl and lightly whisk together.

store in an airtight container like a mason jar

how to use

that is a good question. I am very recently branching out my spice pallet and trying on some new things. So far I have used this as a dry rub for chicken which has been phenomenal.

one tablespoon per one pound of ground beef for grilled smoky, spicy burgers

Everything Bagel Seasoning

listen, not all of us live near Trader Joe’s

ingredients

1/4 cup sesame seeds

1/4 cup poppy seeds

3 tablespoons dried onion flakes

3 tablespoons dried garlic flakes

2 tablespoons coarse sea salt

directions

combine all the spices in a mixing bowl and lightly whisk together.

store in an airtight container like a mason jar

how to use

on top of homemade breads

added to breads with cream cheese

on top of your eggs

mixed into burgers

on top of avocado toast

basically anywhere you would normally use salt give that food an upgrade and use everything bagel mix instead

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thirstygirlclub · 7 years ago

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Blanket Forts - JuicexReader

(for an anon who wanted a besties to lovers imagine with juicy juice. honestly, my favourite kind of story, not gonna lie)

(this all kinds of fluffy and loving and my heart just can’t contain the happiness i felt when i was writing it)

(mildly smutty but not hugely pornographic)

Every Sunday was movie night. You and Juice took it in turns to host; one person hosts and the other brings in the food and the drinks. This week it was your turn so you had dragged your mattress and bedding from your bedroom along with extra pillows and blankets; sometimes you liked to build forts.

“Yo,” you answered your ringing phone, panting slightly from the effort of taking your mattress into the living room.

“S’up bitch.” Juice greeted back fondly, “you want pizza or Chinese? I’m on my way.”

“You’re late.”

"As if you’re ready anyway! Come on (Y/N), we both know you’re running late too. Pizza or Chinese?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. He knew you too well.

“Alright, alright. Pizza but don’t forget cheese fries, garlic bread-” You started to list off the feast you had planned.

“- Buffalo wings, hot sauce, garlic mayo and beers. I got it. Be there soon.” Juice interrupted with a laugh, “Love you, bye!”

“Love you!” You chimed back in the same way you had been ending every phone call with him for the past 3 years.

You and Juice were best friends, had been since you had arrived in Charming. You had bonded over your mutual love of video games and movies while you were waiting for the other guys at the garage to install some new tires on your car. Juice had been hesitant to admit what his job really entailed but when you had looked at him with that understanding gaze he knew you would never judge him and just spilled everything about the club out and what he did. He had cried, even though he tried to hide it, and you had instantly pulled him into tight, comforting hug to try and make him feel better. He had curled around you, crying silently and gripping onto you like a lifeline This was on the first ever movie night and ever since it’s been the only time Juice felt like he could relax and let all his feelings out; never able to let his guard down around any of the guys and only around you.

You had promised him that you would never tell anyone what he had said to him; you would never go to the police about it because you loved him too much and if you went to the police it would be the end of movie nights for a long time.

The sound of the motorcycle roaring outside alerted you to Juice’s arrival. You ran to the door, tripping over your slippers and long pyjama pants in excitement; knowing that with Juice was a delicious feast of food and you were starving.

“The delivery boys just keep getting uglier and uglier!” You laughed over to him while he struggled to unstrap all the food off of his bike, “what happened to the pretty blonde boy?”

“Fuck off,” Juice laughed back as he neared the door, “you know I’m the best looking guy in Charming.”

You laughed again but refused to admit that he was right. He ruffled your hair and tugged on your baggy shirt, telling you that you didn’t look like the Mona Lisa yourself. This was a usual exchange between the both of you, telling each other how gross you were but not meaning it, obviously. That’s just what besties did.

Once Juice had changed into some grey sweats, conveniently forgetting to put on a shirt, the fort building began with only minimal artistic arguments about how it should look and whether to put the blankets over the TV or have it like a tent so you could still see it from the kitchen if one of you got up. In the end, Juice let you win and the TV was put inside the fort. You were snuggled up on the mattress on the floor surrounded by pillows and cushions and blankets with the food and beer around you.

Today was horror movie night and Juice had brought a stack of dvd’s to combine with yours so you would be able to watch them all night. Even though you hid it well, horror movies weren’t your favourite genre of movie, slashers in particular freaked you out but the ghost stuff was fine. Juice was eerily detached while blood was spilled in the movies while you flinched at every scream and squelch of blood.

Movie night was usually the time when Juice was the most at ease but today there was something wrong. He was quieter than usual and seemed reasonable disinterested in what was going on on screen whereas he was usually really animated and excitable. He was lay on his stomach, head nearest to the TV, chin resting on his crossed forearms while you sat beside

“Hey,” you whispered to him while some topless woman was getting chopped up on screen, “Juice. Hey.”

“Shhhh..”

“Juice!”

“Shhhhh! (Y/N) I’m tryin’ to watch this slut get killed.”

You scowled and drained the rest of your beer before pushing the empty pizza box out of the way. He turned his head slightly towards you; looking at you out of the corner of his eye with a slight smirk on his face. You crawled over to him, your head almost making the fort collapse, and lay over him with your chest on his back and your cheek on the top of his head.

“Fuck you’re heavy! Get off!” Juice said in mock annoyance but laughing anyway, “what do you want?”

He squirmed around under you; making you topple off of him and land on your side on the mattress. He was looking at you with a full smile. You had succeeded in making his mood lift, like you always did.

“What’s up Buddy?” You asked him, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“Nothin’, tired.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to climb back up onto him but he reached out his arm to grab your shoulder to stop you. You fixed him with a look that said you didn’t believe him at all. You always knew something was wrong with him and he could never hide anything from you. Juice seemed to realise this as soon as he looked at your disapproving face. He sighed, letting his head fall forwards before turning onto his side so that he was facing you.

“Hold on,” you said, sitting up and grabbing some pillows to put under his and your heads, before settling back down, “OK. Go. What’s up?”

Juice smiled shyly and a small blush appeared on his cheek.

“So... there’s this girl-” he started then you interrupted him with an excitable squeal, “shut up! There’s this girl and I... I kind of like her.”

“Who is she?! Do I know her?! She live in Charming?”

“Yeah, yeah she lives in Charming.”

He had this dopey smile on his face and you had a kind of knot of jealousy in your stomach. You knew that, at some point, Juice was going to fall in love with someone and you never even considered that it would be you. He was a nice guy and it was recently pretty evident that you were going to have the vague stirrings of feelings for him.

You had been going along with your life perfectly happily, without a crush on him, until a couple of months ago when he had started sleeping shirtless. Then a couple of weeks after that, he had insisted on you sharing the bed instead of sleeping on the couch hence the start of the blanket forts.

“She’s amazing,” Juice sighed, still with that soft smile on his face, “we love all the same things, you know? And she just... she just gets me.”

The pang of hurt got slightly stronger but you kept the tight, false smile on your face; encouraging him to carry on and wanting to know everything about her. It was obvious that he didn’t just have a crush on her, he was madly in love. You knew that even though you had developed some feelings for him you would always be his friend. You were his friend first.

“-And she is the most chill person ever. No awkward silences but we can talk for hours about random shit too and... and she has this smile! Oh my god! This smile just- and her laugh! Kinda infectious, you know?”

You nodded as he started nervously fiddling with the sheets beneath him and the blush deepening up his neck and onto his cheeks. He still wasn’t meeting your eyes but you were slightly relieved because that way he wouldn’t be able to see the jealousy and hurt in them.

It was like his mouth was going faster than his brain because he stammered and stuttered, his words coming out in bubbles of words that just seemed to muddle into one another until something that semi made sense came out.

“She has this amazing personality though. So selfless and loyal and she... she thinks of everyone before herself because I guess she has just this huge heart. She doesn’t judge me either, you know? Like, I have told her all about the club and my job and she just accepts me. Have I told you about her smile? Her laugh? Sorry, I just- love her.”

“Aw Juice,” you cooed, rubbing the top of his head like he was a dog, “she sounds great! Where did you meet her? Why have you never mentioned her before?”

“I met her at the garage,” Juice grinned, ducking away from your hand, “and you have met her.”

Juice watched the cogs turn in your brain as you tried to think back through your entire 3 years of friendship. He had never introduced you to a girl in all that time, only the guys. You were wondering if maybe she was a Croweater but he never talked about them. Maybe she was a girl that worked in a store or a barista or a girl from another club but As you puzzled over this, you didn’t realise that he had wrapped his hand around your forearm gently.

“(Y/N)-”

“I give up,” you say with a sigh, focusing your attention back on him, “just tell me who it is.”

“You really can’t think of anyone like that?”

You laughed and shook your head, watching his eyes soften and his smile turn less teasing. Then you realised where is hand was, holding your arm and running it up to your wrist. You looked down at his hand with a confused smile; showing your slight amusement.

“You really don’t know?”

“Just tell me Juice! I can’t take the suspense anymore!”

“(Y/N)- It’s you.”

You scoffed and laughed; pulling your hand away from his. Now it was his turn to look confused. You stayed laughing, telling him that you couldn’t believe he had spent all that time explaining a pretend girl to set up a joke. You rolled back over onto your back so that you were looking up to the top of your fort, studying the backs of the dining chairs that were holding it up to try and keep in the hurt tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

Maybe he had realised you had developed a small crush on him and that’s why he set that joke up. For the first time in 3 years, Juice had hurt your feelings and you hated that it was affecting you this much. He leaned up on his arm and hovered over you, looking down with a small frown and a confused expression.

“You don’t believe me?” He asked you, sounding sad.

“Obviously not Juice,” you laughed but it came out bitter instead of amused, “why would I believe you?”

“I just described you exactly.”

You turned your head away from him only to come face to chest with him. A big mistake because he now grabbed your cheeks in his hand; squishing them and making your face scrunch up and you laugh. You pulled away from his grip but he didn’t move his hand from your cheek. He was so close now, his soft brown eyes looking into yours deeply.

“I love you (Y/N). I’m in love with you. I’m not joking.”

“Juice stop-”

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” He shouted in your face.

You looked up at him with wide, shocked eyes until he leant down to press his lips to yours; holding your face still with his hand on your cheek and his thumb on your chin. When he pulled away to gauge your reaction you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back down to kiss him again. He groaned against your lips with his hand creeping down your neck, to your shoulder only to graze your breast and finally settle on your waist.

You had felt your heart lift the moment he had first kissed you; the knot in your stomach leaving immediately and the lump in your throat that had been there since he started talking about his “mystery girl”. With every gentle stroke of his hand across your skin, the discomfort eased and the happiness built and soon enough you were both grinning and laughing together. He had hitched your large shirt up your stomach to just under your breasts and had his right hand on your back and leaning on his left arm so he wasn’t pressing all of his weight on you.

“Are you serious?” You asked, laughing but still with a small inkling of doubt in your mind.

“For fucks sake (Y/N),” Juice sighed, kissing you softly once more, “I’m gonna prove it too you.”

Before you could ask how, he kissed you again and put his knee between yours; covering your body with his and lifting your shirt higher until it was up over your head and thrown to the side. Doing so, he knocked one of the chairs and caused the blankets to come cascading down on top of you but this didn’t disturb either of you.

Your hands roamed his body as his did yours.

Juice did everything he had thought about doing to you late at night when he was alone in bed. He stroked every inch of your body, caressed and teased you until you couldn’t take anymore. When it finally happened, it was heaven and felt like everything just made sense. Juice felt the same. As he moved his hips against yours, he kissed your neck and your shoulder; everywhere he could reach while your hands ran down his back and up his neck to massage his tense muscles.

“I love you,” he murmured against your skin, “I love you so much.”

He kept repeating these words over and over until his rhythm began to falter and his breathing became as ragged as yours. You were underneath him whimpering and writhing around as your release was fast approaching. You gripped onto his shoulders; digging your nails into his skin which only made him groan and sigh.

Juice moaned your name into your ear and you could only nod in response as the tension was finally building to it’s peak. It was getting impossibly hot under the thick blanket so, with a grunt of frustration, Juice threw it back away from you both. The air outside of the collapsed fort was much cooler as it hit your fevered skin.

“Juice,” you whimpered, “Juice please-”

With one more grunt his speed quickened until it was all becoming to much. The sweet words coming from his mouth sent you over the edge. Your thighs gripped onto his waist as the orgasm that had been building started to unfold. Juice kissed you roughly; holding you by the neck again as your muscles tensed around him which drew him, groaning and breathing heavily, to cum inside you but he didn’t stop until you were both completely spent and he had rode out your orgasm.

“You believe me now?” Juice asked quietly against your damp hair.

He had you pulled against his chest and rewound the dvd back to the start so movie night could continue. You could still barely believe what had just happened but you definitely weren’t complaining. You were lying on him under the now fully collapsed fort and listening to his heart beat.

“Are we still gonna be friends?” You asked him, “Is movie night still gonna be a thing?”

“You’re always gonna be my best friend and obviously movie night is gonna happen. If we just happen to end up fucking while we watch the movie... so what?”

Juice shrugged and moved your hair away from you face to see your smile.

“I love you,” You said gently to him.

“I fucking love you.”

#juice ortiz #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz headcanon #juice ortiz prompt #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz smut #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy prompts #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy smut

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closetofanxiety · 6 years ago

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Beyond Wrestling all-dayer recap

This is not really a show review, more just a collection of disjointed musings from two shows I went to on Sunday, September 16, 2018: A free show in the parking lot of Feast, a hip sandwichery in East Greenwich, R.I., and “Somebody’s Farewell, Probably,” a straightforward Beyond show down the street at the Varnum Memorial Armory.

My God it was hot. Eighty six degrees, feeling like 91 with the heat index. Feast has no air conditioning, a common state of affairs for businesses in New England shore towns. This is probably bad enough on a normal day, but add in 250 or so wrestling fans all queuing up to order food, and the inside of the place felt like an oven. A moist, damp oven. Outside was no respite: the few tables had been taken long before we arrived.

Luckily, a sort of Dunkirk spirit prevailed, and everyone was in good spirits.DJ Weed Pizza graciously offered the table space he had claimed to people who wanted to set down their food and drinks. A shirtless Swoggle hung out in the bar area outdoors. Jordynne Grace and Penelope Ford sought shelter from the sun underneath DJ Weed Pizza’s table. There was a man in a hot dog costume wandering around. Rich Palladino wore a tuxedo and didn’t appear to sweat.

A free show on a downtown street corner is an odd beast, because, along with the wrestling fans, you get all kinds of curious people stopping by to gawk for a few minutes. This show drew a lot of kids, who were excited for the opportunity to stand at the ring. It was mostly kid-friendly comedy match stuff until Joey Ryan and the Pull-It Club (Massage Force and Johnny Cockstrong) came out for a match with Cheeseburger. Let me tell you: they did not tone down the act one bit! That made for some uncomfortable moments, at least for anyone who isn’t a total degenerate. “Oh, sorry, I’m just really excited about his penis,” said a guy with a replica to a horrified mother of two or three kids, after she glared at him for chanting “Touch his cock! Touch his cock!” at Cheeseburger.

Cheeseburger won, by the way. He is now the Feast Wrestling World Champion; they had a belt that was better than the belts in many indie promotions. The owner is apparently a huge wrestling fan; he was wearing a Hangman Page shirt and interfered in the match on Cheeseburger’s behalf.

All of this would be enough to hospitalize Jim Cornette, and that was before the main event: A Four Corners Donut Death Match. The competitors were Dick Justice and Puf. I wasn’t familiar with the latter, but he is a hugely overweight man (billed at 425 lbs.) in a brightly colored, donut-themed bodysuit who is currently ranked #500 on the PWI 500.

The stipulation worked like this: there were boxes of donuts at each ring post (”These are shoot donuts, people!” Bryce Remsburg yelled, after the ring announcer called them “genuine donuts from Dunkin Donuts”). In order to win, you had to eat one donut at each corner. Along with the referee, the judge of this was the #25 ranked competitive eater in the world, who is sponsored by Nathan’s Hot Dogs. I am a college graduate.

I mean, it was what you’re thinking: two very overweight men in punishing heat, sweating and groaning through a comedy death match where, instead of tacks and tables, there were donut holes and a big inflatable donut. Lots of gross spots. Eventually, the Colony - Fire Ant, Green Ant, and Thief Ant - charged in for some reason and started beating up the two big boys, and it turned into a three-on-two match. Then Officer Magnum, Solo Darling’s dog, intervened on behalf of Justice and Puf, and got the pin. The dog, that is. The dog pinned, I think, Fire Ant. Eat your heart out, Lou Thesz!

After the show we wandered around downtown and eventually went to a pizza place for dinner. There was a specialty pizza on the menu called a “Buffique,” with no description. “Excuse me, what’s a buff-eek pizza?” Mike T asked the waitress.

“It’s ‘buffacue,’“ she said. “Buffalo sauce and barbecue sauce.” For some reason, our fancy, city-boy pronunciation of “buffique” as “buff-eek” has made me laugh for roughly 16 consecutive hours. It’s the little things.

The Beyond show was a blast. Hard to pick a favorite match, because there were so many good ones. EYFBO are absurdly popular, and it’s only because of the sorry state of tag team wrestling in the US that they aren’t bigger names around the country. Only a matter of time, surely. Some highlights:

* Tom Lawlor vs. Tracy Williams was a nasty, nasty dogfight. People who complain about the lack of ring psychology and selling in contemporary indie wrestling (often valid complaints!) should watch this match: the whole story was about Tracy’s injured arm, which Lawlor worked over mercilessly. Really great stuff.

* For MJF’s match against Nick Gage, the Dream Team brought out a “cop” - a wrestler in what looked to be a stripper costume (it said “COP” over the breast pocket, which is not something you often find in standard police uniforms). The idea was that if Nick Gage used a foreign object, he’d be violating his parole and would be taken back to prison. You can imagine what happened! After a closely contested match (one of the Secrets of Nick Gage is that he is honestly a very talented wrestler), Stokely Hathaway interfered, which sent Gage into a blind fury. “Nick, it wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! I was over here, reading the Bible!” Stokely protested, but to no avail: Nick grabbed a chair and laid out Stoke, Thomas Sharp, MJeff, and the “cop.” There was a real cop on duty at the show, and he seemed like a good sport.

* I’m glad that Beyond crowds are now willing to actually boo heels. Along with MJF and the Dream Team, the crowd legitimately loathes the Beaver Boys and the team of Cam Zagami and Brian Milonas. It makes the match endlessly more fun when you can root against someone.

* Viper was an announced surprise, in a match against LuFisto. Nice!

* The main event was Jordynne Grace vs. Brian Cage, and it was just about the right length and just about the right level of plausibility. A nice way to build on their encounter at All In, which was referenced before the match.

Lowlights:

* Mike Verna took a dive off the top turnbuckle onto the floor and Milonas and Zagami just totally failed to catch him. Mistakes happen, but you could see the expression of genuine pain on Verna’s face when he landed. Catch people on dives!

* Brandon Watts legitimately broke his neck at a Beyond Wrestling show in 2016. Since he’s been back, his high-flying style has been cause for more than one sharp intake of anxious breath from the crowd. In his match against Anthony Green, it looked like everyone’s worst fear had come true: after a spot in the corner, Watts was on the canvas, not moving. The referee threw up the X and called out to the promoter, “Drew, I need help here.” Other referees came over, along with wrestlers. Green sat in the far corner, looking like he was in shock. The crowd was totally silent. The on duty cop came over, talking into his radio. And then Watts sprang up and rolled up Green for the win. That’s honestly a shitty thing to do, although I realize fake injury angles are common in wrestling; this did not come across as fake, though. Later in the show, Jaka caught his leg on the middle rope during a suicide dive and landed on his face, prompting a pause in the match while people ran over to check on him. The crowd didn’t know if this was real or fake (it was real); that’s why you don’t fuck around with that kind of thing. A sour note in an otherwise terrific show.

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rhaenyra--targarvyen · 7 years ago

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Pizza

A (belated) birthday gift for @the-crazy-lemonade-lady ! Sorry it’s late!

Inspired by a post I saw a couple days ago that I just couldn’t not write a full fic for...

Peter hasn’t seen a mess this large since that unfortunate day in chemistry last year where Marcus Stone (accidentally) almost blew up half the lab.

Of course, it’s awesome too. Every superhero he’s grown up aspiring to be like, raised on stories of their bravery and self sacrifice in the face of impossible odds, are all in one place. Not fighting each other. And Wakanda is amazing. So he’s not exactly surprised that things are so crazy, but really-it’s just pizza toppings.

Tomorrow they all go their separate ways to fight Thanos (or, as Mr. Stark likes to call him, the giant space grape) but for tonight they feast like champions. Apparently, that means the best pizza that Wakanda has to offer.

“Spider-Man, give us a headcount,” Mr. Stark says, and Peter complies: there’s Captain America, Black Widow, Thor, Hawkeye, and Dr. Banner, along with the New Avengers War Machine, Falcon, Vision, and Scarlet Witch. There’s the Winter Soldier-or the White Wolf, now. There’s Doctor Strange. There are the ‘good’ aliens: Other Peter, Gamora, Drax, Mantis, the talking raccoon, and the talking tree. And then there’s King T’Challa and Princess Shuri and a bunch of the Dora Milaje who are watching the chaos and trying not to look entertained. “How many pizzas are we going to need?”

Peter is pretty sure that a few of them could eat a pizza or two on their own. “We have twenty. Do we want leftovers?”

“Yes,” Shuri pipes up.

“So...thirty?”

Other Peter is talking about how he hasn’t had real pizza in twenty years. Apparently they don’t have it in space. Poor aliens-they’re really missing out.

“Better make it forty.” Tony jots this down. “You never know when pizza is going to come in handy.” He raises his voice so he can be heard above the general clamor of introductions and half joking arguments. “What does everyone want for toppings?”

There’s no (definable) response: either no one hears him or no one cares.

Tony gestures towards the fray. “Do some mingling, Spiderling. Introduce yourself while you’re at it.” Of course. Because Peter’s only here to be the errand boy. He had to fight hard to even let Tony allow him to go to space. He hates to see all that effort go to waste now.

Okay Peter, he thinks as he approaches the first knot of people: Captain America, Dr. Banner, War Machine, and Black Widow. Be cool. Still, his voice squeaks a little bit when he says “Mr. Stark wants to know what toppings you want on your pizza.”

Dr Banner raises his eyebrows. “When Tony said he hired a kid I didn’t realize he actually meant-”

“I’m going to be eighteen in October.” But he’s used to the jabs about his age-another reason why he’s glad he’s not an actual Avenger. The jokes would be unbearable.

Black Widow rolls her eyes. “He’s a good fighter. And we need all the help we can get.” He feels himself stand a little bit straighter, buoyed by sudden praise. “Black olives.”

“Half cheese, half pepperoni and sausage.” Dr. Banner shakes his hand. “Nice to meet you-”

“Peter. I’m Peter. It’s good to see you, Dr. Banner. Although I’m glad you’re not a giant green rage monster.”

He laughs. “Call me Bruce. And I’m glad too, Peter.”

Captain America wants all sausage. “How’s Queens?”

“It’s...Queens.” He’s tempted to ask how is life being a wanted fugitive but he worries Cap might take that the wrong way and he would rather not have an Avenger pissed off at him, especially Captain America.

“I’ll take meat lover’s if they have it,” Colonel Rhodes says. “Tony should know that.” They nod at each other. Peter has been interning at the Avengers base for Tony the last couple of summers, so they see each other pretty often. It’s nice to see another familiar face, in the middle of all these super people.

He writes all of this down and says his goodbyes before he moves onto the next group: Thor and the aliens. “Do you guys want pizza?”

Thor nods very seriously. “I would like all the toppings on my pizza.”

The raccoon swears. “You can’t be serious. That’s disgusting.”

Gamora rolls her eyes. “Leave him alone, Rocket.” She turns to look at Peter and he realizes offhandedly that she’s kind of hot, green skin and all. “Pepperoni and black olives.”

Other Peter looks like a little kid at Christmas. “Half pepperoni, half canadian bacon. That’s what I always used to get when I was a kid.” He looks at Peter in confusion. “Aren’t you kind of young to be an Avenger?”

“Yeah. I’m not, actually. Technically. I got an offer, but I turned it down. I’m a friend of Mr. Stark’s.” He gets the feeling they’ve already stopped listening.

“I hear you’re going to space with us,” the talking raccoon says. “How long can you hold your breath?”

Other Peter steps on his foot. “Rocket, be nice.”

“It’s a fair question-”

“Just order your pizza toppings.”

“Pineapple.”

“That’s gross, no one gets pineapple on their pizza-”

The raccoon responds with a series of words that Peter is pretty sure he’s not allowed to repeat, so he moves on to the other three aliens instead.

“What is this ‘pizza’?” Drax says, looking like he wants to break Peter’s spine. Or maybe that’s just his normal expression.

Peter is just panicking over how to explain pizza to an alien when Mantis says “It’s like...a pie, except instead of chocolate and whipped cream it’s sauce and toppings.”

Drax still looks confused but Other Peter seems to realize what’s going on so he says “Just order a couple cheeses and a couple pepperonis. We’ll figure it out.”

Peter goes to the talking tree next, who’s playing Angry Birds on a cell phone that looks like it saw its heyday ten years ago. “I am Groot,” he says, without looking up.

“Hi Groot. I’m Peter. Do you want-”

“I am Groot,” the tree says a little louder in a tone that Peter knows well: shut up I’m trying to concentrate.

In the spot next to Groot’s name Peter writes I am Groot. Tony can figure that out.

Falcon and the Winter Soldier are arm wrestling and they don’t look happy to see Peter. They both place insanely complicated orders: one eighth black olives (“No wait,” White Wolf says, “make them green”), pineapple, canadian bacon, sausage, buffalo if they have it, and then Falcon orders a dessert pizza.

“What’s that?” Peter asks.

Falcon narrows his eyes. “You don’t know what a dessert pizza is? You haven’t lived.”

He writes that down too, with two question marks after it. Maybe it’s an Avengers thing. Maybe there are team perks that he doesn’t know about.

He accidentally walks in on Scarlet Witch and Vision making out in a side hallway so he backs away slowly and doesn’t write anything down for them. He’s going to have to watch a lot of b-99 to get that image out of his head. Not that he’s against it or doesn’t ship it or whatever but...he was not prepared.

Hawkeye is talking with the royals. He barely even notices Peter when he says “Canadian bacon.”

The King is a little bit nicer. “I would like pepperoni and antelope meat, if possible. And order several more for the Dora Milaje if you could. They would like some but are too polite to say so.”

He scribbles that down. “Thank you for letting us stay at your palace, your highness. It’s...nice.” Which is the understatement of the century, but words aren’t his strong suit.

Shuri doesn’t look up from her tablet. “I’d like what my brother has.” She smiles at him. “I’m almost finished with the new updates to your suit.”

“Oh...um, you didn’t have to-”

“All of your tech is horribly outdated. Maybe in your country it helps you, but it won’t here. I took in the effect that zero gravity might have on it and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” She grins at him and he can’t help grinning back even though he still isn’t quite sure how she accessed his suit when it’s hanging up in the closet in the guest room. He’s lucky; some people had to share.

He comes back to Tony with the finished list, exhausted. Tony finishes the phone call; from what Peter can hear of the other end, the pizza worker sounds vaguely terrified.

Tony raises his eyebrows as he scans the list. “What’s a dessert pizza?”

Peter shrugs. “I guess we’ll find out.”

With the Avengers, there’s never a dull moment.

So I played with the timeline a little bit so I could get all of them in Wakanda-hope it’s enjoyable anyway lol.

#fic #avengers #infinity war speculation

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hooliainprague-blog · 7 years ago

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brussels, belgium

31.3.2018

We woke up at 5:30 to catch our flight, and as soon as we were packed up and ready to go, we realized the flight was half an hour later than we expected. We could have slept in longer, but we decided to get breakfast at a convenience store instead of paying double the price in the Copenhagen airport. On the plane, the lady in the seat next to me unfortunately had no concept of personal space. I’m glad I could lean into the window.

We had to take an hour long bus from the airport we flew into, and from the station in Brussels, we had to take another 45 minutes worth of public transportation to get to our Airbnb. It felt like 7 pm at this point because of all the traveling, but it was only 1:30 in the afternoon. All the cute little streets had already stolen my heart already. Also, the balconies are so precious.

After we dropped all our stuff off at the Airbnb, we hopped on a metro to Atomium and Mini Europe. The Atomium is a giant atom made out of tiny Belgian atoms (as Grace put it), and that’s wild to think about.

Mini Europe is a little amusement park created by the European Union that has monuments from every country in the EU. We were a little on the fence about going, but the thought of seeing a tiny monument from Prague convinced us.

Here’s a tiny model of Nyhavn in Copenhagen that we saw the previous day. Not as cool as the real thing.

Some perspective on the size of the models.

Some of the countries had 6 or 7 monuments, but Prague only had one: the Astronomical Clock. I feel that there are more structures that represent Prague more (like the Charles Bridge or the Prague Castle, but maybe that’s because the Astronomical Clock is under construction until after we leave in May. It was cool to see a tiny version that isn’t covered in scaffolding!

I also loved to see all the places I have been and some of the places that I will be going, like the blue church from Bratislava, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the baths in Budapest, and more. It made me more excited for the future and it made me appreciate the past a little bit more.

After Mini Europe, our next stop was Manneken Pis closer to the center of the city. Much like the Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen, this was a bit underwhelming and flooded with so many other tourists that it was so hard to get a picture.

We were hungry at this point, and being surrounded by so many people who were eating waffles, we decided that waffles were the best choice for us. I chose a pretty little number covered in melted Nutella. I’m drooling.

We finished our waffles and headed to the Grand Place. The buildings were so incredibly decorated with gold, and they even looked good in the rain. I even met up with a friend from freshman year; it was nice to catch up, and I’m glad it happened in such a beautiful European city.

We got some hot chocolate and water and started to go back towards the Airbnb, but we impulsively got off at a bus stop that looked pretty because we didn’t really have any plans for the rest of the night.

It turns out it was the royal stop where the palace and the surrounding buildings were, and the sunset looked super cool reflecting off some of the buildings.

We finally went back to the dorm to rest with full intentions of going out for a drink in a few hours, but we ended up falling asleep for the night, which I was totally fine with.

1.4.2018

Happy Easter!! We woke up and packed all our things to check out and go to breakfast at a cafe that claimed to be open 24 hours. It wasn’t exactly relevant for our needs, but the quiche, apple pie, and cappuccino for breakfast were delicious.

I just have to emphasize again how CUTE all the houses and balconies are. I love them. I could walk these streets for hours (if my feet weren’t absolutely killing me).

We went back to the Royal Palace and the gardens in front of it just to spend a bit more time there. Before we got to the Palace, the bus stop had some cute flower patches we had to stop at.

The palace looked mostly the same as the previous night (what else would you expect??).

The gardens are huge. They seem like they go on for miles, and I wish we could’ve seen them in bloom.

We stumbled upon St. Catherine’s Cathedral on the way towards Grand Place.

Again, balconies.

We went into the courtyard of the city hall, and we were surprised with so many colorful flowers. It smelled like actual spring, and I was so happy.

We went back to the Manneken Pis to see if it was dressed up for Easter, and when we got there, we saw a tiny vampire up there. Not sure why.

At this point, I was ready for more food, so we got some Belgian frites. I got mine with “American sauce.” It kinda looks gross. I think it was some kind of combination of mayo, ketchup, buffalo sauce, and a lot of herbs. It was good, and only enhanced the flavor of the fries.

We went to the ChocoStory museum to look at some chocolate information and watch a little demonstration with a sample. It was worth the 5 euro to get out of the rain, and I would’ve paid that just for the demonstration because the guy was so funny, and we got the sample of the treat we watched him make at the end.

After that, we headed to our last stop with a couple of Belgian beers: the Cinquantenaire.

We started towards the airport, and that closed our weekend in two different countries. I had a great time, but I’m very exhausted and very excited to be back in Prague. I even got to do my laundry as soon as I got back!

Differences between Brussels and Prague

The buildings in Brussels seem to have a lot more uniformity

We heavily relied on buses in Brussels, and in Prague, this isn’t necessary

Brussels had fewer stands for street food; most were built into the buildings. In Prague, especially in Old Town Square and Wenceslas Square, there are a lot of free-standing food stands.

There was a lot more ethnic diversity in Brussels. I got used to seeing predominantly white people in Prague, and there were a lot more people of different races in Brussels.

There were also a lot more languages on restaurant signs, even including Arabic. I barely see that in Prague.

There are a lot more EU flags in Brussels.

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greatonpaperblog · 4 years ago

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Hey, hi. It’s been a particular wild week with a time change, a blue moon, halloween, and in my case, a case of lice on a client that resulted in me needing to shut down my salon unexpectedly to sanitize for hours on end.

But here we are. We made it. I don't have ice cream tonight.. but rather cauliflower bites and buffalo sauce. My mouth is burning, my eyes are watering but my weird cauliflower obsession will see me through. I find this time of year actually nothing short of fucking brutal. In MY opinion, it’s too early to celebrate Christmas (although, I know some would argue that), it’s basically midnight at 4pm which is probably the toughest thing for me because I already find the evenings long and the weather... the WEATHER. It snowed Saturday. It’s 16 degrees today. Gross. So my inner angst has been keeping me awake this past week. I have been up doing laundry at 4am, watching greys anatomy other days at 2am.. amazon Wishlist-ing myself things at 5am. It hasn’t been good. So I've been TRYING to do some things to help.

I went for floatation therapy on Saturday (highly, highly recommend), I booked a facial for today to help battle the maskne I've been fighting so hard and I lined up my favourite podcasts to go through. A combination of the lingering after effects of my float and zzquil got me a great sleep last night so I was fully ready to attack the day today. (I would also like to add that taking zzquil and needing to pee in the middle of the night may result in you falling asleep during said pee and waking up 5 minutes later in your bathroom fully confused and embarrassed).

As I listened through an episode of Anna Faris is Unqualified (yes - Anna Faris from House Bunny, What’s Your Number, Just Friends..etc) she announced that her guest today was a dating expert. I always love when people have experts of any kind on a podcast. It’s like... all of my questions will be answered I just know it. They spoke with a 60 year old man who was looking for love again after divorce and it was really sweet. They helped him realized that although his end goal is a relationship, he should really try to enjoy the dating process and see where that brings him. It was really cute. BUT THEN, Then.. they called a 34 year old woman. This woman was in a small town, had gone on tons of bad dates, wasn't looking to settle, had definitely heard the “you’re too picky” line a lot.. etc. She was a super creative woman who just opened her own etsy shop and had big plans for her future. Not that I couldn’t relate to the 60 year old man.. but holy fuck, did this all scream at me. SO I sat down and I listened. At one point the expert said “What if I told you, everything you wanted will happen. If that's marriage, kids, relationship.. whatever it is.. but your timeline was just later. 5 years down the road. What would you do with your life in the meantime? I guarantee you wouldn’t sit around in your feelings of loneliness, and constant comparison to others. You would build your empire because you would KNOW that what you really want is coming.” I sat there and had this thought. Am I living in the meantime? I mean, I like to think so. Im building my empire. As much as I talk about dating, I know that whatever is meant to be, will inevitably be. I’m pushing myself emotionally and mentally every day. I think I'm on the right track for once.

The way that question was posed to the caller made something that sounded so complicated, so easy. We need to live in the meantime, We need to just somehow manifest that what we want will come. Maybe its a vision board. Maybe you write things down on paper and burn them. Maybe you stick notes under your mattress. Its your way of doing things and that's ok. Why is the concept of believing in ourselves so foreign?

Today is the last day of mercury in retrograde. Tomorrow we get to claim back some clarity. Im going to carve out some time tomorrow evening to think about what I want over the next 5 years and find a way to manifest that shit. I hope you all do too, and find a way to live in your meantimes.

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flirting-with-psychology · 7 years ago

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Three boring questions for statistical purposes: What is your name? Star How old are you? 22 And lastly, where are you located? Colorado That’s enough of that. How do you feel about tomato sauce with chunks of tomato? I don’t like tomato sauce in any form Do people think you look like either of your parents? Both

Does that offend you? Sometimes a teeny bit

What is your nationality/heritage? Nationality: American, heritage: Russian Jewish Does it fit you? I’m not religious but other than that sure Do you prefer regular bacon or turkey bacon? I don’t like bacon Are you more of a talker or a listener? Neither lol. This is why I can’t have nice things Do you interrupt when people talk? Sometimes Do you think its weird when people talk to their pets like people? No Where do most of your relatives live? Some in California and the east coast Is your weight proportionate to your height? I’m a little overweight What is the last place, other than home, that you stayed overnight? A campsite Do you prefer leather or lace? Leather What was the manufacturer of the last vehicle you were in? ??? I don’t pay attention to that Would you ever buy a motorcycle? Probably not. Might be cool to ride one one day though What is the most unusual thing in your reach right now? A stuffed buffalo Are you sitting by a window right now? Yes Does your door have to be closed in order for you to sleep? Yes Do you have anything other than posters or pictures on your walls? All sorts of things. I actually just put up my wall stuff. I have some posters, a couple calendars, my diplomas, some hanging decorations, a magnet board, a couple of swords, and a crossbow What is the furthest you have traveled alone? Italy Have you ever ridden a train? Yes How about a subway? Yes What is the last thing you measured? Oil and milk for mac and cheese Have you ever done something you told yourself you’d never do? Told myself I wouldn’t be a hookup kind of girl but here I am What did you do on the busiest day of your life? Probably film something or homework Have you ever traveled to another country? Yeah Have you traveled to another continent? Yes What is something someone can say that always cheers you up? Something contrary to whatever I’m insecure about Do you think everyone is born innocent? Yeah Or do you think “evil” is predetermined? Probably not. But up for debate with the whole nature vs nurture thing Are you tattooed? No Or does it freak you out? It doesn’t freak me out except for maybe the needle pain Are you pierced? If so, where? Just my ears Are attracted to or put off by people who are heavily pierced or tattooed? Put off Do you have any predjudices? I’m ashamed to say I do, but I try my best not to act on them Have you ever been called a derogatory name? Maybe? In like elementary school I’m sure I got made fun of for something. And I think I got called a stalker in middle school a few times What was the meanest thing you’ve been called? Stalker Have you done anything productive today, anyway? I bought pants Eaten anything delicious today? Leftover cupcake pancakes from IHOP Do you have any pets? If so, what species/breed? Two cats How did you acquire said pets? Adopted them, one from a foster home and one from a shelter Have you ever gotten a pet at a shelter? Yes Have you ever taken in a stray animal? No Do you have or want children? I don’t have any. I think I want them one day but that really depends on if I ever feel like I’ve matured enough to be a good parent How do you feel about marriage? I really hope it happens one day Ever been close? No Are you confident in your appearance? On some days Do you enjoy looking at yourself? Yes ….Do people think you are conceited or vain? A little Are you optimistic, pessimistic or “realistic” ? I’d say maybe idealistic? I feel like that’s slightly between realistic and optimistic Do you enjoying taking pictures? When I see cool things. But doing it all the time professionally would get annoying I think Do you take pictures of THINGS, or are you just a camera whore? Of things Do you have a significant other? No If so, what’s your favorite thing about this person?

My favorite thing about my crush is when he smiles his big smile at me How long have you been involved with them?

I’ve liked him for a little over a year and a half Do you think they are “the one”?

Probably not but the thought has crossed my mind …Do you believe in “the one” or “soulmates”? I’m not sure. When I think about it hard it doesn’t make sense but it would be nice to think that there is someone out there for me Have you ever dated someone simply for their looks? No, but I’ve had crushes on people for their looks What about dating someone simply because you felt too bad to say no? I’ve gone on individual dates, but never had a relationship with someone I didn’t like How do you feel about casual sex? I do it but I’d prefer it to mean more ..Are you eating anything right now? No Does it drive you INSANE when people chew with their mouth open? Yes, if they make mouth noises What about when they talk with their mouth full?? Not as much unless it’s particularly gross Does any food always make you sick but you love it too much to not eat it? No How do you feel about alcohol? I like it, but I like sweet drinks Have you ever been drunk? Yes Do you like orange juice with pulp? Yes Or… do you prefer not chewing your juice? I don’t have to chew the pulp Do you scream for ice cream? I used to when I saw the ice cream truck probably Which orange came first; the color or the fruit? The fruit? Chicken or the egg, really? The egg, because prior to that I guess was just barely not a chicken based on genetic mutation Are you addicted to anything? Crushes, internet, carbs Do you tell white lies? Sometimes What is your favorite pair of shoes? My black pumps Are you more creative or logical? Creative Do you know what people mean when they say “type A personality”? Yes Are you in school? If so, for what? No, I graduated What is your dream job? Something in film Have you ever experienced a natural disaster? No Do you feel bad when bad things happen to other people? Sometimes, if it’s someone I know and care about, or occasionally if it’s something that strikes a nerve for whatever reason Or, do you not care? I don’t care nearly as much as I should If you don’t, do you feel guilty about that? Yes Do you laugh at things that aren’t supposed to be funny? Sometimes Is it only funny til someone gets hurt? Sometimes even then, if they’re not seriously hurt Then is it hilarous? Sometimes Does your favorite shirt have words on it? No If so, what does it say? N/A Aren’t you a little nervous about posting photos online? Not really Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness? Mild OCD Have you ever stolen something? Don’t think so What was the reason you washed your hands last? Went to the bathroom How do you feel about getting blood drawn? I don’t like it. I have to look away and distract myself What are you afraid of? Spiders Is there something you should be doing? Going to bed

#survey

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