#writing this in the fanfest wait room

[linc-karo-27]

The more I hear about that set the more I assume it was a melting pot of stress and tempers and arguments. And ngl it doesn't surprise me. This is what I was wondering.

Do I condone what I feel th**trebo*rd thread suggested (without evidence of any kind not even mild context which is needed when this is not a common view of someone even from DM) of someone being nasty and short with crew?

No

Not at all - that isn't adult behaviour. You're better than this. This is not acceptable at all. Especially from someone who's usually "drama free".

Do I genuinely wonder if this was caused by set and/or was a result of winding up?

Yes.

Yes I do. If I spent 12-16 hours a day in what seemed to be a melting pot of mess and stuff and wound up enough someone did something trivial, I'd snap at them.

But until evidence is coming out of what happened (bar the one line of "X is equally as a diva as Y") I'm saying from the context it was a one off/happened now and then from the person not always being there. aka. it kicked off a lot but wasn't constant and it was just a coincidence it was a lot while there were there.

But yeah. The amount of mess so far that press tour is gonna be bribe central.

edit: I THINK *THAT* ATTITUDE ARTICLE IN 2018 (MAYBE 2019) WAS THE ANSWER - WATCH IT BE HIS WEIRD "RITUALS" BECAUSE HE WAS JUST VERY STRESSED THERE BECAUSE IT WAS A PRESSURE COOKER.

[queenhimarisama]

Helping Each Other

AO3 Link if you prefer

Summary: Gaara and Sakura have phone sex to help them endure until they can see each other again.

Word Count: 1,971

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Long-Distance Relationship, Phone Sex, Masturbation

Written for GaaSaku Fanfest 2023, Day 8: Long-Distance Relationship. I love them both, but this is my first time writing them as a pair, so I hope I did them justice.

Sakura leaned against her pillows, propped up between her and the headboard. She glanced at the phone sitting on its cradle on her nightstand. After a moment, she sighed, then turned back to the book in her hand. She tried to concentrate, but the words resembled ants on the page, shifting and nonsensical. She groaned, rubbing her temple as the book fell closed on the blankets.

The phone rang, sharp and shrill. She frantically snatched the phone off its cradle, causing it to crash onto the bed next to her book. “Damn it,” she hissed, her cheeks burning as she picked it up and crushed it against her ear.

She could hear the amusement in Gaara’s voice as he said, “That wasn’t the greeting I expected.”

Sakura groaned, falling back against her pillows. “It wasn’t the one I was planning to say either.”

“Then let’s start over,” he said graciously. “Good evening, Sakura.”

“Good evening,” Sakura replied, finally letting herself relax. “It’s nice to finally hear your voice.”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Gaara said. “Things have been getting busy here lately. I’m lucky if I get to return home before midnight some days.”

“It’s fine,” Sakura said. “You’re the Kazekage. You have a lot of important things to take care of.”

“I do,” he agreed. “But you’re important too.”

Sakura pressed her hand against her chest, feeling warm. “Thank you.”

“No need,” Gaara replied. “You never have to thank me for thinking of you, Sakura.”

“I still appreciate it. You’re important to me too, you know?”

Gaara took several seconds to reply. When he did, his voice had softened. “I know, but you’re right, I appreciate hearing it.”

Sakura’s finger tenderly stroked the side of the phone. “I wish you were here with me,” she said. “I’d like to do more than just talk to you.”

“As do I,” Gaara said. “It’s been too long.”

Sakura nodded, thinking back to that wonderful day nearly three months ago. Gaara had come to the village to personally oversee some negotiations with Kakashi. She was excited to see him, but unfortunately due to the nature of his visit, he’d been unable to spend much time with her. But then, to her surprise, he’d specifically taken an extra day before he returned to his village. That day, he was completely devoted to her. Touching her, holding her, exploring the village with her, all culminating with them spending a passionate night in his hotel room - one that Sakura hoped would be the first of many. Sakura still shivered when she remembered the way his fingers and tongue sought out her most sensitive spots, the way his cock filled her so perfectly when the teasing became too much, the way their body exploded with the most exquisite orgasms either of them had ever experienced. Sakura had to take the next day off to recover, her legs trembling whenever she tried to stand for more than a minute. She couldn’t imagine how Gaara had managed to walk back to Suna, for he had been no better than she.

“Sakura?” Gaara said, interrupting her reverie. “Are you there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Sakura said. “I was just thinking about last time.”

“I understand,” he said. “I think about it all the time.”

“Do you?”

“I do. That day…it was one of the most wonderful of my life.” Desire thickened his voice. “And I can’t wait until we can repeat it.”

Sakura shivered. “Neither can I.”

Gaara flipped through some paper, then sighed. “Three months to go.”

“I know that’s technically not very long,” Sakura said. “But it feels like it.”

“It does,” he agreed. “I knew I should have pushed harder to move the Chunin Exams up a month or two.”

Sakura grinned. “You’d upend the schedules for all the villages just to see me sooner?”

“A small sacrifice for a greater good.”

Sakura laughed hard at that. “I love you,” she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

“I love you too,” he replied. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he said, “Sakura.”

To the untrained ear, Gaara would have sounded calm. But Sakura knew better. She could hear the nervousness when he said her name, could almost see him working himself up to say what he had to say. “Yes?” she asked softly.

“There is…something else we could do,” he said, his voice as calm as he could make it. “If you’d be willing.”

“What is it?”

“We could…help each other,” Gaara said. “Over the phone.”

Sakura let out a long breath. She had to admit, she was already feeling aroused from remembering that night from months ago. The thought of Gaara whispering dirty things in her ear while she touched herself…it was tempting. Her hand idly played with the knot on the front of her shorts. “I’m listening.”

He sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Sakura said. Then, nervously, she asked, “What about Kankuro though?”

“He’s out for the evening,” Gaara replied. “I’m all yours.”

A happy blush spread across Sakura’s cheeks. “And I’m all yours.”

The smile was audible in his voice. “Gods, I can’t wait until July.”

She smiled back. “What do you want to do with me?”

“Everything,” he replied. “But I’d start with...kissing you. It’s been too long since I’ve felt your lips on mine.”

Sakura smiled, her face burning as she pictured his kiss, starting soft but rapidly turning heated. “I’d kiss you until you couldn’t breathe anymore, and once you caught your breath...I’d kiss you again.”

“And while you did that, I would start unzipping your top.” He paused. “What are you wearing now?”

“Pink tank top and shorts,” she said as she glanced down.

“Take them off.”

Her thighs clenched, the sheer authority in his voice making her burn hotter. “You’re awfully eager,” she teased.

“Sakura,” he warned.

She snorted, then set the phone down on her bed. She took her time, hoping he could hear the sounds of the fabric peeling off her skin. She tossed them away, then settled back against the pillows and tucked the phone under her chin. “There,” she said. “You should join me, Gaara. It’s so much more comfortable.”

“Already done.”

Her mouth fell open. “Already?”

“I believe you already said it,” Gaara replied. “I’m feeling rather eager tonight…thinking about you in bed.” His voice lowered. “Thinking about touching you.”

She laid the phone on the pillow next to her head. One of Sakura’s hands fondled her breast, her thumb teasing the nipple. The other snaked down her body, mimicking the path that Gaara had made all those months ago. Her folds were already wet, slickness clinging to her fingers as she traced herself. “I’d love for you to touch me,” she breathed.

“Gods, how I’d love to touch you,” Gaara said. “To feel your breasts in my hands again. To kiss them and suck on them until you beg me for more.”

Sakura let out a small gasp, sinking a finger inside herself. “Please,” she whimpered.

“You’re touching yourself now, aren’t you?”

Sakura almost laughed. “I am,” Sakura said, slowly drawing a circle around her clit with her thumb. “How did you know?”

“Just a hunch,” he said, his voice becoming a little breathy.

“You are too, aren’t you?”

“Mmm.”

She grinned as her voice lowered. “I can’t help it,” she said, pinching her nipple. “Just thinking about you sucking on my breasts while you tease my clit.”

Gaara let out a breathy moan. “Sakura…”

“I don’t know how you figured out how to make me feel so good on the first try,” Sakura said, her breath turning shaky. “But you did.” She pushed her finger deeper in. “You make me feel so good.”

Gaara groaned loudly in her ear, and Sakura gave silent thanks that they were both alone.

“You as well,” Gaara said. “Gods, Sakura, I still remember the first time you used your mouth. I still dream about it.”

Sakura’s eyes fluttered shut, remembering the sweet sounds that had poured from Gaara’s mouth. He’d laid back against the mattress, moaning and whimpering as she sucked his cock, his toes curling as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth.

“Soon, it won’t be just a dream,” she said. “Soon, I’ll do it again for real. As soon as the hotel room door closes behind us, I’ll get down on my knees for you.”

“Yes,” he said, sounding almost like he was begging for it.

Her thumb’s circles grew more frantic, and she whimpered, a gush of wetness coating her fingers. It had only been a few minutes, and yet she could already feel the coil tightening within her. “Gaara,” she said, her voice high and breathy. “Please.”

“Are you close?”

“Yes.”

“Then go,” he said. “Let me hear you.”

Sakura nodded, her whimpers growing louder as her fingers plunged inside her, curling against her sweet spot. “Gaara, Gaara, Gaara…”

She could hear his hand stroking his cock more frantically, the skin sliding against skin. “Sakura,” he panted. “Oh gods, Sakura…”

Hers hit first. Her back arched off the bed as her walls clenched around her fingers. She let out a garbled version of his name, her voice echoing off her bedroom walls. Through the haze of her arousal, she heard him calling out her name as well, his voice torn with ecstasy before dissolving into heavy pants.

“Gaara…” she whispered, too tired to even wipe the sweat from her brow.

“Sakura…” he said back, the awe in his voice palpable despite his obvious exhaustion. 

She closed her eyes, imagining him collapsed on his bed with sweat pouring from his flushed, nude body. She could almost see him turn to look at her, desire in his cloudy teal eyes. She subconsciously reached out, wanting to stroke his sweaty red hair. But her hand only found open air before falling onto the pillow.

All of her bliss evaporated, plunging through the floor into the core of the earth. She stared at the dark, empty space, blinking furiously as her eyes started to burn.

“...Sakura?”

She angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Sakura?” he asked, sounding alarmed. “Are you all right?”

More tears splashed onto her pillow. “I wish you were actually here,” she said, hating how miserable she sounded. “I wish you were the one doing this to me…”

“I know,” he said, sadness creeping into his blissed out voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

She shook her head, adjusting the phone by her ear as she grabbed a tissue. “You have nothing to apologize for,” she said. “It sounded like a great idea…just…”

“It’s hard when you aren’t here after.” His voice grew quiet. “When I can’t hold you.”

“Mmhmm,” Sakura said. “That’s it in a nutshell.”

Gaara hummed in thought. Sakura then heard shuffling, followed by more flipping paper. “You know,” he said. “I haven’t had a vacation in quite some time.”

Sakura’s breath caught in her throat. “Gaara?”

“Would you have any free time near the end of May?”

Sakura launched herself out of bed, digging through her purse until she found her calendar. The busy season was April, when she helped conduct all of the annual physicals for the shinobi. But they would be done well before then. “Yes,” she said, unable to keep the nervous excitement out of her voice.

“I hear the beaches in Kirigakure are exquisite…and there are lots of places for couples to get away and be alone.” The hope in his voice was palpable as he asked, “Would you like to join me?”

Just like that, her despair was gone, replaced with giddy excitement. “I’ll put in my leave request first thing tomorrow,” she said, squeezing the phone tightly.

The smile was back in his voice. “As will I.”

[azurillturtle]

i don't talk much here, but it's gonna be long, and it needs to be said.

summary: eosym's lack of communication and the behavior of security were so bad that i would've been happier not going.

nothing to do with the music and performances. those were good, probably. i can't tell you for sure because the experience upset me so much i could barely pay attention, much less enjoy it.

we all know how fanfest went. i won't go into it, but i will say i'm a veteran of the worst-organized con in the nation, so yeah, it was bad, but i had fun. not so with eosym.

I've seen this being blamed on security, but SE itself is absolutely also at fault. the heart of the problem is that attendees were not provided with guidelines for what would be allowed into the show. only at security did they find out what they couldn't bring. it was water bottles. it was bags. it was, in my case, an ipad that i'd brought to write on while waiting.

i went to the evening show, so this was after the afternoon show's debacle with the water bottles. thanks to the forewarning, we knew a bit better how to prepare, but of course not everyone would hear. there were still water bottles being confiscated at the evening show. there was a staff member telling the people lined up that they couldn't bring in water bottles, but by that point it was much too late.

point one: we should not have to rely on word-of-mouth to know what is and isn't allowed. this was not a security problem. this was an SE problem.

next i want to frame the setting a bit. eosym is coming right off the heels of fanfest. even with assigned seats, it's going to be linecon. again, this is the evening show, so with pre-warning from the afternoon show, we know there's going to be merch but lines will be ridiculous. there are already (at a guess) hundreds of people in line at 7 PM, half an hour before doors are set to open. at 7:30 they start sending people through security, and that's where round two started.

people are arguing about their EMPTY water bottles, not having heard about the afternoon show. by now i've pulled out my ipad to have something to do in line, and i'm holding it in my hand as i walk through and set off the security sensors (probably because, y'know, electronics). they do not at that point tell me it's not allowed. instead they wave me to the detailed screening.

security doesn't even bother with the bag search. they take one look at what i'm holding.

security: you can't bring that in. me: what? security: you have to leave it in your car or your room. me: what?? I heard about the water bottles and bag sizes. I did not hear about this. security: well it's your fault for not paying attention. me: there was NOTHING said at ANY POINT about not being able to bring it in. security: you can't bring it. me: (already angry) then do i come back up here to the security gates or? security: get in the end of the line. me: you want me. to go behind all these [thousands of] people. back to the end of the line. security: it'll move fast.

(the line moving fast was the only thing they were right about.)

point two: you cannot reasonably expect attendees to have a place to store things they're suddenly told they can't bring. luckily we drove. most of the crowd? would've been shit out of luck.

point 2.5: did security have a list of things we weren't allowed that we never saw?? because i'm not convinced they weren't just making it up on the spot.

(i told her i was sorry for getting so angry, that i knew it wasn't her fault, but--no. actually, i was allowed to be angry. the policy wasn't her fault, but the gaslighting sure as hell was. i did my best! i used the information i had! i repacked my things in a smaller bag and didn't bring water! i tried, okay, what else was i supposed to do?)

what happens then if you're bumped to the end of the line? well for one thing, you're separated from your friends. stressful minutes trying to figure out how to split tickets so i could get in later and they could get in now. depending on situation, can't get in that merch line you might've showed up early for.

and that's point three: merch was, again, a disaster. even with fairly early line-up well before the doors opening, they quickly sold out of most of the shirt sizes and less expensive items. they might've failed to properly allocate merch between the two showings again. it wouldn't surprise me.

so say you have a place to leave your stuff. the venue was huge. parking, and presumably your room, are super far from the line. now walk of shame past the crowd, back to the parking lot, and back into line. 30-40 minutes. what would i have done if I started further back in line?

(other stuff happened here, specific to my situation, that contributed to my horrible mood but aren't super relevant. except that i was so angry i was dropping stuff and broke the leaf off the $50 elpis flower. you know. normal things.)

and, you know--that was fun. because you know who else was at the back of the line? latecomers, and others furious at being denied by security for ridiculous reasons. other people who had to go leave things in their car and line up again. one person who had left the line to go to the bathroom right outside, was told they had to go to the back again, and was worried they couldn't get in now because they'd been separated from the others in their group. (they also got stopped by security again on the way in, because of course they did.)

point four: mine was not an isolated case. security upset quite a lot of people.

and here is why that was a great way to ruin the night:

eosym is not the primals. it is not a high energy concert where you jump and dance and get carried away. it's a symphony. you sit still and quiet and enjoy the music.

but i got in fifteen minutes before they started--fifteen minutes, after an early line-up--and who can calm down and enjoy a quiet show given fifteen minutes?

for my part i cycled pretty quickly from anger to misery. i was desperately hoping the lights would dim before anyone noticed me crying. i couldn't focus on the music. and that made things worse, because from what i could tell it was a great show. and i couldn't listen at all.

so point five i guess: security's behavior was unacceptable. everyone was there to have a good time, and the rudeness, blame, and total lack of compassion ruined the show before it even started. that's not even touching the water bottle fiasco, which people only found out about after the show.

so no. eosym should have been easy. we had assigned seats and a different venue. i've done symphonies before. it was the one thing i was absolutely sure i'd love. and is there a worse feeling than experiencing a thing you know you should be loving, but it's wasted on you because you can't enjoy it at all?

& the worst part is that's it. it's done. regardless of whether my reasons for being upset were justified or not, it's too late, and now my only memories of what should've been one of the best experiences are of misery.

[astralartefact]

FFXIV Dawntrail FanFest EU Predictions Bad idea for a Green Mage to gamble against a Corsair

Jobs Okay, so listen. Let's talk about Yoshi-P's T-shirt again. Some of the leading theories seem to be, in no particular order:

a) Green Mage, because Green (& Krile's Letter in 6.5) b) Pictomancer, because Turtle Names (& because it would be cool) c) It's just that the Melee Job shares Ninja gear (& Yoshi-P thinks we're stupid)

And I could see all of these being true but I'm here to bet on something else. Or rather, I bet on the exact same thing:

What if they are all true? What if the Pictomancer-inspired Green Mage IS the Ninja Class? What if the WoL's class we see in the trailer is actually the Mage class? Think about it. He even wears a robe...

Joking aside I actually do think that would be a great idea. (and with great idea I mean I would receive all the good nin glams for my pictomancer/green mage) It would give us a real melee mage! It would be an easy way to shake up the formula even just a little bit and it would also make for a nice Fanfest Surprise (everybody is expecting that the WoL's job is revealed, but actually...)

Also I just want to see my girl Krile in the trailer q_q Please don't let me wait until January... q_q

I will debunk myself, of course that's not actually going to happen, that would be far too cool and we can't have that, not if it goes against lore. They will make up some problem and pretend as if they didn't create it themselves, something like "But NIN gear doesn't have Magic attributes" (you could just write a stat conversion trait for that, i think drk(?) even had something like that back in the day) or "something something Mage Visual Identity" (and everybody hates that everytime you bring it up, read the room yoshi-p, and also the "corsair" wears a robe too and now what)

also i just don't want corsair okay i think "pirate" as a concept for a whole job is boring af, at most it's going to be a reverse rdm bc yoshi-p is certainly not going to base it on gambler like they did in 11 (bc rng is evil)

Alliance Raid I mean we're all expecting Sakaguchi to do the Alliance Raid and I agree, very likely, especially given Yoshi-P's hint ("It's more Final Fantasy than ever") and also 24-mans are more interesting to write for guest writers since the story sections are less fragmented. What is it going to be about though, I could see it being any of the games he made...

A FFX raid series would fit the tropical theme and we don't have that much 10 content anyways, but aesthetically maybe that's a little too close to the rest of the expansion... Then again 10 is big enough, I'm sure they could make it work just fine.

From Yoshi-P's hint I could also see a FF1 raid happening, but I'm not sure that 1 even has enough stuff left that would warrant an alliance quest line... like even just imagining him doing a Matsuno and just copy/pasting Cornelia somewhere, where would they put it? Into one of the Shards? Which other places would we go to and which enemies would we fight that haven't been namedropped somewhere else already? It would likely have to come with a lot of new stuff - but maybe he would love to do that? An official Sakaguchi FF1 revisit?

I'm also feeling FF6 on the wind tbh. Maybe it's just because I'm playing a lot of FF6 music on Theatrhythm though. Sigmascape is so far back at this point that I could see them returning to give 6 a bit of the FFXIV interpretation treatment, especially since Omega basically just copy/pasted the boss designs. Also Valigarmanda is FF6 right?

Then again I could also see him just creating something new too, just write a new story and create new bosses fitting the world... Like what if they just made the Golden City (whatever it turns out to be) the raids? I could see that happening...

Aaaaah, I don't know. I can't decide and I don't know Sakaguchis work good enough to make any attempt at calling it. I'll put down "He's going to make Fantasian FF canon" and my wager is "The community is going to take this as a reason to talk shit about Y:DA again".

8-man-raid I'm putting down "FF13 references" for "pleeeeeease, we don't have nearly enough hamauzu ost in this game q_q". I certainly don't think they'll do it, but let me dream okay? I just feel like with how out there some of the FF13 stuff is they could interpret it in really interesting ways... I don't even know what they would reference, Orphan maybe? Even though Orphan as a name would probably have been a better fit for when we had Sin Eaters - omg maybe they could have rogue sin eaters in Tural... "Orphan" would be perfect for that...

i'm looking at the orphan concept art right now and damn, that's what the Twelve should have become. it makes the final battle stage of Thaleia look like discount final orphan... man i hate Eulogia more every passing second

Except for a few minor one-off bosses, I don't think we've had anything FF13 related since... the FF13 collab? And that was back in ARR... (Okay, we probably had a bunch of them that I just don't recognize - but nothing near the scale of FF8/Eden or FF4/The Void)

They could of course finally do a fully original 8-man-raid not based on an existing name - maybe the Golden City (or whatever it turns out to actually be)? What if the MSQ just discovers it and then in the raids we actually explore it?

Just don't do Matsuno stuff again, we had him enough now, he's at least 60% of this game already and you keep adding stuff that's just a reference to a thing he did. We know you love him Yoshi-P, but there are fifteen other games and then some if we count all the spin-offs.

Final Random Notes Hrothgar Ladies are basically confirmed thanks to 6.5, but I don't think they will reveal them until Japan. (If they do announce them, they might have another surprise announcement in store for JP)

I want one of the new areas to contain one of those salt flats that becomes a mirror when it fills with rainwater. (I just really love salt flats, I can't get enough of them. The Lochs are underrated!!!)

I don't think we'll get the second trial - and honestly I have absolutely no idea what it could be except Maduin bc FF6 - and iirc the trial series won't be revealed until the live letters right before they happen (we didn't even know Barbariccia until patch day)

I think when we get Void Arc 2: Zero and Durante and Unukalhai and Cyella and Ryne and Gaia's big adventure it's going to be as a new Bozja/Eureka-like (I think that's absolutely the only type of content you could reasonably require the Shb Role Quests for, but I think then they have an excuse to make it a little bit harder because nobody is going to accidentally stumble into it) - But for Dawntrail I predict they're going to set the Bozja-like thing they already announced (if i didn't dream it up) on the dark side of the Moon (and I would love some covert Bravely Second Ba'al references Undead Chicken Bride!!!)

Anyways, that's it! Have a nice FanFest!!!! Me and my Matsuri-Namazu will have Sushi at 11am to celebrate!!!

[purplesurveys]

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survey by ashleybayle

Has anyone ever told you that you looked like a celebrity? Yeah. The most popular opinion I get is Anna Akana and a local singer named Kakie, and then more occasionally I’ve also gotten Lucy Hale. Of course, all of these people are absolutely gorgeous though so it’s hard to accept comments like these lol

When was the last time you got something done to your hair? Professionally, late February. But I trimmed my bangs last Saturday.

Do you have any change on you right now? Barely. I only have a few 1-peso coins and a couple of 25-cent coins left.

What color is the pillowcase(s) on your bed? They’re pink with white lines.

Do you have a favorite day of the week? I like Monday mornings because we have weekly video calls for work and it’s really the only time I get to talk to other people anymore. Even if I can’t really count any of my colleagues as my friends, I’m able to get the human connection I’ve been hungry for and it always leaves me feeling good for the rest of the day.

Cutting your hair extremely short, would you do it? Yeah. That’s what I did last February; I’d do it again once my hair gets too long. I’ll probably go even shorter the next time because depression.

Have you ever been in an art show? I’ve been to art exhibits, if you’re referring to the same thing.

Would you considered yourself to be well-exposed to life or sheltered? I was sheltered for most of my life but I’ve been trying to get exposed to more scary life things so that I slowly start to detach from people I used to normally depend on, like my parents.

How high is your pain tolerance? Not high at all. I bruise like a peach and have near-meltdowns over sharp objects especially if I get pricked by one.

Have you ever played the game Halo? I don’t think so. I could have watched others play it in the past, but I’ve never played the game myself.

Are you wearing any jewelry at the moment? No I’m not.

Is there a sport that you love to play? Table tennis! Futsal was also fun the one or two times I played it, and it was in playing that sport that I learned I apparently make a good goalkeeper. In an alternate universe I probably play football, ha.

Has anything made you sad in the past 48 hours? Yes. That’s a constant state of mind now.

Have you ever had to learn lines for a play/skit/movie? Yes. We were required to do so many skits in high school so making scripts and memorizing lines was part of a normal day.

Do you like your nose? I’ve never complained about it. I don’t normally think about my nose either.

Is there a hair color you prefer on the opposite sex? No.

Kissing someone with facial hair, do you mind? I’ve never tried it, so I don’t have a solid opinion.

Would you ever like to be a stunt person? Sounds fun but I’m barely physically fit for such a role and I’d break a bone almost immediately. Even professional stunt people get injured, so...

Are you a pyromaniac? The furthest thing from it. I’m terrified of fire.

How soon is your birthday? Six months and a day.

Are you one of those people who listen to songs on repeat? Isn’t everyone prone to doing that once in a while? But yeah, I guess I’m ‘one of those’ people.

Can any of your friends sing very well? Lots of em. Hannah, Tina, Ed, Andi, Michelle, Nacho, etc.

Would you ever enter any kind of pageant? That does not sound interesting to me.

Do you have piano fingers? No :(

What is your preferred curse word? Fuck.

When someone's drunk, the truth comes spilling out, correct? I guess, for some people. Other people express their drunkenness in other ways. But I for sure lose my filter once I’m drunk; it’s a lot easier to ask me questions once I’ve had a few glasses, ha.

Have you ever shouted something random at someone out a car window? I’m sure I’ve rolled down my windows to cuss out a stupid driver once or twice.

Have you ever slept on a beach? No. I know my mom does, but I personally find it risky/dangerous. When it comes to open spaces like the beach, I find it hard to trust people to not be thieves.

Would you like to be taller? It’s not an active wish of mine. It’d always be cool to be taller, but I’m also okay with my current height.

Are you a fan of piercings on the opposite sex? Not necessarily. I wouldn’t say I’m attracted to them.

Have you ever listened to Celtic music? Nope.

Do you enjoy making up words? I’ve never done that, no.

Have you ever been attacked by an animal? Aside from the time a giant bird kind of charged at me at a safari and getting playbites from Cooper, no. Cats hiss at me all the time, but I get out of their vicinity before they can attack me or whatever.

Who did you dance with last? Rita, Blanch, Mik, Laurice, Jum, a bunch of strangers.

When holding hands, do you intertwine fingers? Yeah. That’s my favorite.

Is there a movie that makes you cry every single time you watch it? This is gonna get some eyerolls but...Titanic. Forever one of my faves no matter how overrated people find it, hahaha. The “Rose Dawson” scene gets me all the time.

Do you ever talk to the TV? I mean if I have comments about the show I’m watching, yeah I guess I’m technically talking to the TV. But I don’t talk to the TV like a camera, if that’s what you mean.

What's your opinion on Johnny Depp? I feel for him and all the shit he’s gone through with Amber Heard. I’ll always feel bad for having sided with Amber in the past. Movie-wise, not really a fan of his repertoire but I respect his craft and abilities nonetheless.

Have you ever watched the Tudors? Nah but I hear of it a lot, so I’ve always been interested.

Can you speak in different accents? No. My dad’s super good at accents though since he travels a lot for his job. He can do American, Indian, Singaporean, Chinese, Australian, etc.

Who was the last person you mocked/mimicked? The annoying person at the BIR who wasted my time. 

If you write, isn't writer's block the most horrible thing? I’d say it’s inconvenient, but it’s not the worst of my worries whenever it strikes.

Can you sew or knit? No but I’ve made up my mind about learning how to :) I put some cross-stitch kits on my online shopping cart recently and I can’t wait to get my hands busy.

Do you have a favorite pair of jeans? Yesssss. They’re the only pair of jeans I wear these days, on the rare times I have a reason to go out.

What size shirt do you normally wear? XS.

Are you good with money? I’m good with saving if I absolutely have to, but I’m equally good at spending all my money in one go lol

Has anyone ever aimed a gun at you? No. Don’t know how well I’d fare in that; I tend to freeze up and forget words when I’m terrified.

What is the first letter of the person's name you last kissed? G.

Do you use myspace for following celebrities, and facebook for friends? I never regularly used Myspace, and Facebook is for sharing memes, staying updated on the news, and connecting with family and friends. At least up until I deactivated last month.

Have you ever written a song? Maybe in grade school when it was an assignment for class, but never on my own time.

Do you believe there is life on other planets? Other planets in other galaxies perhaps in other universes, sure.

If you think about the universe long enough, it's baffling isn't it? Doesn’t take long for me, but yes it is.

When was the last time you fell? I haven’t in a while.

Are you a fan of Christian Bale? I wouldn’t say so. I don’t think I’ve seen any of his movies. I’ve been meaning to watch American Psycho for years but just never got around to it.

Do you have any sort of debt? No.

Is there an accent you prefer? I don’t know if prefer is the right word since I don’t have any favorite accents, but hmmm I can listen to Florence Pugh’s accent all day.

Have you spoken to the person you love today? Yep.

Would you ever travel to Los Angeles? If given the chance sure, but I honestly prefer other cities.

Have you ever been through a natural disaster? A lot of them.

Is there a specific time period that interests you? I don’t think I’ve ever been hooked to just one specific era...I’m interested in all of them and read about them an equal amount.

Do any of your friends own an expensive car? JM used to drive a Lexus to school on Fridays.

Have you ever been on a train? Just once. I had to go to Manila for a journalism class but I wasn’t willing to drive all the way there, so I took a train and had Jum keep me company because I didn’t know how commuting worked.

Is there a memory that embarasses you to think about? I mean yeah, there are a lot.

Have you ever used different colored paper clips? Possibly.

Where exactly are you right now? In a corner in my room.

Don't you admire those people who know exactly what they want to do? I admire anyone who’s able to make the best of what they’ve got, no matter what their progress is in life. Life shouldn’t be a contest of who gets their shit figured out the earliest or the best way possible.

Is there a guy you can talk to about anything? No.

Have you ever been in a parade? I know I said in a previous survey that I haven’t been to a parade, but now that I think about it I’ve been to several Pride Marches, which kinda count as parades...so yeah, I have been.

Would you ever consider being a news reporter? My entire family wanted me to end up being one, but it was never an interest of mine. I was just too shy to tell them that that’s not really my goal. I like staying behind the camera for the most part.

Are you, or anyone you know, an atheist? Yes and yes, I know several people who are.

Has anyone ever told you to "get a grip"? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten those exact words before.

Do people say you look your age? Or younger or older? Younger.

Have you ever sent a celebrity fan mail? Kind of. Five years ago my friend Heather and I were at YouTube Fanfest where Joe Sugg, Caspar Lee, and Oli White were part of the line-up, and we didn’t anticipate that so many fans would come with gifts even though there was no guarantee of meeting them. We came up with a little gift of our own, which was really nothing more than a tiny post-it saying that we love them lmao (we went to the venue straight after school, hence Heather having school supplies HAHA). It was such a poor-looking gift. We went to their assistant who was SUPER nice about it and didn’t make us feel like shit for our gift which was pretty much worthless and could easily get lost – it was literally a piece of post-it. I doubt it ever got to them, but we gave it a shot anyway.

Are you ashamed of how you acted when you were younger? Some parts of it, definitely. I grew up in a violent household, so I was violent towards my brother when he was a baby, not knowing how serious my actions were. I was also a pain in the ass while I was going through puberty.

Do you ever have those days where you feel you're the ugliest person ever? Yes.

Beauty is both external and internal, correct? Sure.

Have you ever been in a musical? Yeah, in grade school through high school. Never had a solo role, though.

When was the last time you swam in a pool? July 2019.

Is there a friend's family that makes you feel like you're family too? Angela’s. At one point, Katreen’s too, before we grew apart.

How do you know someone is your best friend? When I don’t feel like filtering my words around them, and when I allow myself to be fully vulnerable with them.

When was the last time you used a highlighter? Sometime in February I’m guessing. Before the lockdown and when I still went to school and had readings.

Has a flashlight ever ran out batteries on you in the dark? I don’t think so.

[carey-pricemas]

You Found Me Part Two- Auston Matthews (by anon)

Omg y’all. PART TWO IS HERE! You’re going to LOVE it… and hate me because I’m posting it without remorse even though I know how it ends! But there is a part three coming! Idk when but anon is nice enough to write it for us so… YAY! Enjoy guys!

Warning: mentions of gun, robbery

Part One

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Auston was long gone by the time you woke up the next morning.

The only trace of anyone being there was the folded blanket and pillow placed on top of your desk. It wasn’t until you got up that you saw he had left a crisp 100 Canadian Dollar bill on top of it.

It was when you had turned to look away and that you saw it. It had somehow gotten wedged in the small space between your bed and the wall last night, you hadn’t even noticed it until now. Light gray, it was so familiar. Too familiar.

It couldn’t be.

You crept towards it, grabbing the rim and yanking it out from its place, retracting your grip on it and letting it drop on your bed when you saw the entirety of it.

It was.

You turned the mesh hat in your hands, letting out a little bit of air as you saw the initials scrawled on the inside of the rim.

AM + Y/IN

He’d taken you to Blue Jays games. You’d sat in the VIP box behind home plate with him, seats you had never even gotten close to in the 19 years you’d been a Blue Jays fan. He wanted to go to one the next night, and before he texted one of the strings he could easily pull to get the tickets, you turned to him asking if he’d ever been to a game as a real fan and not a celebrity.

He’d gotten insulted by the question, even more so when you said he probably couldn’t handle it. You knew he wouldn’t back away from that. So he let you buy the cheap nosebleeds and force him onto the subway into the Rogers Centre. You forced him to take a picture with the mascot, Ace, as the guy inside the suit freaked out when he realized he was posing with Auston Matthews. You got ice cream in the little helmets, made him hit in the FanFest batting cages and he got so into the game, cheering loud when the Bautista hit a home run and even booing the other team.

You had been dating him for almost a month, but it was like you were seeing a complete other side of him. A much realer side. You bought him the hat, the hat you were holding now, and it was as he was writing your initials and looked up, his features concealed by sunglasses and a different hat blown up on the kiss cam. The camera never seemed to leave him alone.

“Fuck it.” He had thrown of his sunglasses and hat and grabbed your chin, surprising you and pissing off every teenage girl who was watching. The two of you had to leave shortly after that. You were all over social media and it sparked all the gossip and rumors about your relationship, but you didn’t care. That was the day you realized you loved him.

You stared at the hat in your hands, trying to restrain yourself.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it.

But it was too late.

You were already bringing the hat to your nose, inhaling the fresh scent of his shampoo mixed with hockey. You never knew hockey could be a scent until you met Auston. Of course, you never realized how much you could love someone until you met him either.

Or how much someone could break you.

You should’ve just thrown the hat out and spent the money at some bar, but it was like the snapback had some kind of hex on you. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So it sat there on your dresser and you had to look at the taunting Blue Jays logo every time you were in your room.

Then you had enough.

You had just come back from the gym, and the second you walked into your room you got some kind of courage-most likely fueled by anger-and you grabbed the hat and money.

It wasn’t until you were standing in front of his door, not quite sure how you’d gotten there, that you started to lose your nerve. You considered knocking and fleeing down the stairwell next to you, but he would know it was you and that was even more coward that coming here.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

A moment of strength suddenly led you to knocking on the door. You pulled back your arm, immediately regretting knocking, but your legs held steady as you heard footsteps coming to the door.

He stood there, looking tired as ever, and you saw the suitcase behind him in the hallway. He’d probably just gotten back from a road trip. Your dumb ass was too stupid to check.

“Y/N.” You hated it when he said your name.

“Um, hi. I-you left this at my place the-the the other night.” You held the hat out for him to take. It took him a second, but you saw it dawn over him as he examined the cap and put two and two together.

“This is the hat from when we-”

“Yeah.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear what he had to say. You pulled out the bill from your sweatshirt pocket.

“Um, you left this here too.” He knitted his eyebrows together as he looked up at you.

“I left that on purpose. It’s as a thank you.” You looked down, shoving the money towards him again, which he denied again.

“Please just take it.” He shook his head.

“It’s an apology and a thank you. I’m sorry for showing up that night as shit-faced as I was, I shouldn’t have done that to you. And for what I did to you two months ago, I still regret it.” You looked up angrily, grasping the paper in your hand tightly.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to break my heart, show up drunk at my place, tell me you love me over and over again and leave me money just so you can feel better about yourself for all the shit you did to me.” He threw his hands up.

“What do you want me to do? I apologized a hundred times! I sent you flowers. I bought you drinks, I waited for you after class just to talk to you. I told you that I love you, that there’s not a single day that goes by where I don’t love you and don’t regret what I did. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

You wanted to slap him in the face, to tell him to leave you alone. You should have. But you were so close to him. You could smell that all-too-familiar scent. And just like with the hat, your recklessness became dangerous again and you were standing on your tiptoes and yanking his head down and your lips were locked on his before you could think twice about it. A million firecrackers exploded at once, and all you could think about was how you wanted more of him.

“Auston?” The voice behind him startled both of you, sending you jumping back from his embrace. You looked past him, and that’s when you saw her.

Tall, her body glistening with water and a towel barely covering her, a matching one wrapped up in her hair. Her skin was flawless, her face glowing without any makeup, and just by the way she stood she looked graceful. She wasn’t the one you had found him making out with, but did it matter? She was obviously a model, and he preyed on them all the same.

Auston’s eyes went from her to you, seeing the look on your face as you jumped to conclusions.

“Y/N, I can ex-” But you were already gone, flinging open the stairwell door and flying down the stairs, dizzying yourself from the sharp turns. You shoved open the door to the outdoors, letting you out into an alley that your car clearly wasn’t parked in. You sighed, picking right and starting to speed walk away, hearing the door slam a second later and hearing footsteps behind you as he easily caught up to you.

“Y/N, please wai-” You yanked away from his hand on your shoulder. He put his hands up in surrender. “I can explain.” You whipped around, the tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Explain what? That you got caught sleeping on two girls at once again? And for a split second I actually thought you changed. I’m so fucking stupid.”

“Look, I know what that looks like, okay? I know. She’s a friend from Michigan in town for a modeling gig and her hotel lost the booking and she called me. She’s a friend, Y/N, that’s all. The only girl I want is you.” He took a step closer to you, and all you could do was will yourself not to cry as you shook your head.

“It’s the same bullshit as always. Have a nice life.” You turned on your heel, stomping away in the snow before he could stop you again. But you felt him on you again, his hands on your shoulder and arm.

“Get off of me!” You tried to yank out of Auston’s arms, but it only took you half a second to feel how aggressive and harsh the grip was.

This wasn’t Auston.

“Get on the ground. Now!” You didn’t really have a choice in the matter, he was already shoving you to the ground, your face hitting the cold cement hard.

“Hands on your head!” The deep voice yelled again, your scraped hands left the ground and moved to your hair, trembling as your heart thumped faster and faster. You felt a shadow standing over you, leaning forward to get a better look.

“No purse.” This was a higher voice. There were two of them. Which meant-

“Wallet, now!” The deep voice yelled again, and you heard a quiet click, a shudder running through your body.

“I don’t have it on m-Stop pointing the gun at her!” You hadn’t even realized you had been crying, but that one sentence, spoken in Auston’s distressed voice, made them fall hard and fast, dripping onto the sidewalk.

“Wallet now, unless you and your girl want to get shot.” You knew he would hand it over if you were in danger, no doubt. If he had it.

“I told you I don’t have i-Don’t fucking touch her!” The shadow had crept closer to you, clearly about to touch you. You heard one punch, two punches, the shadow disappeared to help his accomplice. You were praying for something to happen. Then you heard the shot ring out.

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Omg right??? I DIED when I read this! BUT IT’S SO GOOD! Let me know what you guys think so I can pass it on! Up next: Adrian Kempe!