#yeah if you’re buying the classics in the pictures

[blodeuweddschild]

Ignoring the fact that this person believes classics are just pretentious, this is so fucking stupid

[bunnylovesani]

Kiss Me Through The Phone

Summary: You call your jerk of a stepbrother to remind him to pick up some milk on the way home but the conversation takes a sinful turn.

Content warnings: Stepcest, dubcon, masturbation, fingering, squirting

WC: 2.9k

“What do you want?” Sam’s short-tempered voice rings out of your phone’s speakers as he picks up your call.

“Just calling to say mom wants you to pick up a carton of milk on the way home.” You exhale. Your mother had been married to his dad for several months now but talking to Sam still made you frustratingly nervous. 

“Fine. Is that all?” He snaps back. 

“Yeah. When are you going to be back by the way?” You innocently chirp, worried that he’d been gone for so long. 

“Why do you care?” He scoffs and you shrink down onto your bed. He had a special gift for making you feel invisibly small. 

“Jus’ wondering Sam.” You shrug. “You’re barely ever home. Gets lonely sometimes.” 

“Princess wants a playdate, is that it? I’ve got better things to do than rot away in that hole of a house.” The mean tone in his voice pinches at your heartstrings and you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You quickly wipe them away and regulate your breathing, not daring to let him hear your sniffles- you’d never hear the end of it. 

“Okay. I’ll stop bothering you then.” You whisper disappointedly, heart sinking even more when you’re met with silence. 

“I’m only down the road at a friend’s house. I’ll be back later tonight.” He sighs, as though revealing the simple information was a burden to him. 

“You will?” You almost begin to float at the thought of him spending the night for once. 

“Yes. You can bother me then.” He sneers. 

“Okay!” You have to cover your mouth with your hand before the “can’t wait!” slips out of you. You anticipate that he’ll hang up but the seconds on your screen continue ticking on. 

“What have you been doing today?” He asks with a faint curiosity and you’re taken aback by his unusual question. 

“Oh! Um, I went shopping earlier.” You reprimand yourself for the stupid response. No wonder he thought you were nothing but an airhead- why couldn’t you have said you were reading classic literature or listening to metal?

“My old man give you a new credit card?” He questions and you blush with embarrassment. Your new stepfather was endlessly generous and as much as you loved being spoiled, you were concerned with the impression it left on Sam. “It’s alright. He loves you like you’re his own. Angel of the family. Probably glad he’s finally got a kid that isn’t a total mess now.” He adds before you can interject.

“Don’t say that, Sam. You’re not a mess.” You remark earnestly. You weren’t about to admit it but you thought the absolute world of him. 

“Whatever. What’d you buy?” He brushes the subject off and you hear him exhale- he must be smoking again. 

“Oh, I-uh. Well, I…” You stutter, remembering exactly what it is you’d bought earlier. 

“Spit it out.” He retorts impatiently and you eye up the pink bag of lingerie sitting by the edge of your bed. “What? You buy something secret?”

“I mean, kinda. Not really. It’s stupid.” You shake your head in panic. “I bought some new bras and panties.” 

Once you blurt out the delicate information, there’s an uncomfortably long pause.

“Cute. Bet you’ll look real pretty in it.” He chuckles lightly as he exhales again and a hot blush creeps over your whole face. 

“Maybe. I haven’t tried it on yet.” You murmur, unsure how to process Sam complimenting you. 

“What are you waiting for?” The sly smirk plastered on his face trickles into his words and you can picture it, clear as day. 

“I-I don’t know” You stumble, putting the phone down and fishing your favourite selection out of the bag- a striped pink set complete with chiffon bows. Without a second thought, you strip down to nothing and slide on your new purchase before twirling to admire yourself in front of the mirror. 

“How’s it looking?” Sam’s voice rings out on speakerphone.

“It’s pretty. Very flattering.” You said sweetly. 

“Show me.” 

His bold words stopped you in your tracks and you broke you out into a flurry of goosebumps. 

“W-what?” You hesitated, wondering if you’d misunderstood something.

“You heard me. Show me.” He stated confidently. 

Reluctantly, you approached your buzzing phone and peered at the screen to see an incoming FaceTime call from Sam. Against your better judgment, you accepted the request and fought the grin that threatened to envelop your face once your screen filled with his handsome, moody face. 

“Hey there, princess.” He drawled smoothly, a joint hanging between his fingers. 

“Hi.” You cooed, shyness consuming you. The sight of the mischievous glint in his blue eyes paired with the messy, dark hair that trailed down his forehead had you struggling to put a sentence together. 

“Put the phone down on your table and give me a spin then.” He ordered more than asked. 

Without a second word, you gently placed the phone on your vanity table and propped it up by the mirror before standing back with the same countenance as a skittish deer.

“Wow. Where’s that body been hiding?” He sniggers and you resist the urge to cover your heated face with your hands. 

“Now let’s see the back.” He gestures for you to turn around and you follow his command, perching your ass in the air a little as you show him. 

“Oh fuck yeah.” He expresses with a low, breathy tone. “Sit down for me.” 

Somewhat confused, you situate yourself on the chair by your desk. 

“Now lean back. Just like that, sweetheart.” 

You follow his words without question, spurred on by the trust you had for him. 

“Now spread your legs.” He said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world before taking a final drag of his joint and putting it out. When he sees you’re frozen in shock, he simply raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, as if to say “what?”

Anxiety racks your body- as well as deep, burning desire and a desperate urge to please him so you part your legs slowly, resting your heels on either edge of the chair. 

“That’s it, baby. You’re so well behaved, aren’t you?” His snarky voice makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up but you’d do anything to hear him call you ‘baby’ again. “Why don’t you slide those off?” His intentions finally come into clear focus- all doubts fading away when you hear the faint clinking of his belt. Too far gone to turn back now.

You put your thighs together, feet swinging gracefully in the air as you gradually pull your panties off. You hear rustling on the other line as Sam’s eyes remain painstakingly fixated on you and the glistening wetness you’ve revealed to him. Dragging the pink fabric over your knees, you flick them off and spread your legs once again. 

“L-like this?” You mumble anxiously, feeling chillingly exposed. 

“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” He sighs as you hear the snap of his boxers. 

“What are you doing, Sam?” You ask apprehensively, a warmth coming over you at the sound of his endearing words. 

“You wanna see?” A darkness overcomes his eyes, already smudged with 2-day old eyeliner. 

“Mhm.” You nod and he lowers the camera a couple of inches- just enough for his happy trail and lower hips to come into view. 

“Are you sure?” He teases and you nod again without a second thought. 

“Alright.” 

Without further delay, his large cock springs up onto your screen- swollen veins snaking around his thick base and the tip a pretty blushed pink. You exhale a shaky breath at the sight- you’d never seen one before and you weren’t expecting that your stepbrother’s would be the first. His large hand grabs the shaft, stroking it with slow but firm pumps. 

“I wanna see you doing the same now, princess.” He rasps, small groans escaping his parted lips between sinful words. 

“Me?” You’re taken aback by his perverted request. 

“Who else has got her legs spread? Yes, you. Put those pretty fingers to good use and touch yourself. Can you do that for me, baby?” He asks sternly and you have to look away from the camera when you notice how hungrily he’s staring at you. 

“I don’t know, Sam…” Your mind clouds with doubt. “Isn’t this really fucked up?” 

“The only thing that’d be fucked up is you backing out now.” He rebuked with the same aggression in his voice you’re used to hearing. “If you don’t  do it now, I’ll do it myself when I get home.” 

The thought of Sam’s fingers prodding somewhere so intimate both turned you on and freaked you out beyond measure. The dangerous stare in his glazed-over eyes served as a warning and you knew he wasn’t bluffing. 

With bated breath, you snaked one hand between your legs and traced it down your puffy folds.

“Good girl. I knew you’d do the right thing.” He sighs contentedly and resumes stroking his cock, the tip now a deeper pink and glassy with precum. “Now squeeze your tits with your other hand.” 

You knew better than to argue back so you followed his orders, raising your free hand to knead your left breast. 

“Pinch your nipple.” The expression on his handsome face contained nothing but dark, burning lust. 

“Sammm…” You whined, consumed with embarrassment.

“Don’t make me come down there.” He scowled threateningly. 

Anxiety racked your body but you could feel the wetness pooling in your cunt as you lightly pulled at your nipple. 

“I wanna see you fucking yourself.” He announced ominously. “Come on, baby, use those fingers.” 

“But Sam, I-I don’t do that. I don’t like it.” You mutter- you’d never tried before. 

“Do it for me.” He insisted and you knew you couldn’t refuse.

Your middle finger outlined your opening- it was certainly wet enough to slide in easily, but you still felt scared. Wanting to complain and give up, you looked up at the phone still perched on your desk and saw him then- eyes intently fixed on you and stroking himself desperately, shirt lifted up just enough to reveal his toned abdomen. He looked a mess. And all for you? 

Scrunching up your face, you slowly dipped a finger inside, wincing at the unfamiliar feeling and reprimanding yourself for not being strong enough to say no. 

“Oh, you’re such a baby.” Sam shook his head. “And you’re not doing it right.” 

“I don’t know what you want!” You moan frustratedly, pulling your hand away in defeat. 

“I know. I’ll show you.” He affirms lowly. 

“What?” You reach out and grab your phone.

“Stay right there.” He orders before hanging up, leaving you staring at the blank screen of your phone in confusion and horror. He wasn’t going to come here, was he?

You were too obedient to do anything but stay in place like he’d instructed but you were still tormented with anxious anticipation. It was one thing to mess around on the phone but something entirely different to take it to the next level. You weren’t entirely sure you wanted to cross that line. 

You heard the heavy thud of footsteps traipsing up the stairs and your whole body froze. The door swung open and a smirking Sam entered the room with a cocky stride. 

“You haven’t moved.” He notes, closing the door behind him and approaching you like a predator closing in on its prey. 

“You told me not to.” You counter. 

“That’s right.” He mutters to himself as he lies back against your headboard. “Come here, sweetie.” He beckons you over and you timidly go over to him, your back pressed against his open chest. 

Sam rests his chin on your shoulder and inhales the scent of you, nuzzling up to the crook of your neck. 

“Lie back for me.” You rest your bare self against him completely, slotting in between his legs. “Just like that. Now I’m going to show you how it’s done.” 

“But- but you said if I did it myself then you wouldn’t.” You whined.

“I know doll but you didn’t do it right, did you?” He traced his hand down your slit and wasted no time before gathering the slick with two fingers and plunging them inside you. 

“Sam!” You mewl at the unexpected intrusion. 

“Shut up.” He curls his fingers and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You look down at the silver rings glimmering on his fingers, now sheathed inside you. 

“You’re so soft and squishy.” He laughs mockingly, plunging his slender fingers in and out roughly. “And squelchy too. You hear that?” He speeds up for a moment to emphasise the lewd sounds of your wet pussy, arousal dripping down his hand already. 

“You’re gonna let me play with you.” He fucks his fingers in and out of you with brutal precision. “Because that’s what big brothers do- and good little sisters listen.” 

“But Sammy, it’s wrong.” You moan and he clamps your mouth shut with a big open hand before you can voice any more protests.

“You make the mistake of thinking I care what you want.” He palms your breast and takes your nipple between his fingers, squeezing at it hard. “You’re my little toy. A thing to play with. You understand?” You nod as much as you’re able to considering the state of delirium you had fallen into. 

“Stop squirming and take it.” He slaps your breast harshly before sticking his thumb in your mouth; you suckle at it messily, drool dripping on your chin and down your cleavage. 

“Too-too much Sam.” You wail, thighs shaking and closing in around his veiny arm. 

“I don’t think so.” He yanks his fingers out so that he can force your legs open with both hands, pulling them apart as far as they could go before dipping his creamy fingers back in. 

“Do you know what squirting is, baby?” He asks you calmly, deriving a sick pleasure out of compelling you to speak when you were clearly falling apart. 

“Y-yes.” You choke out breathily. 

“How?” He raises an eyebrow and snakes a hand around your neck. “Has my little sis been a slut?”

“No, no, I promise.” You shake your head desperately. 

“How then? Been watching things you shouldn’t have?” He cocks his head around to face you and you shyly nod in response. “Ah, I thought so. That’s very naughty of you, sweetheart.” He chastises you, admiring how he’d turned you into a panting, dishevelled mess in no time at all. 

His fingertips brushed against an undiscovered spongy spot inside you and your toes curled at the blazing sensation. You entered a trance and soon after you heard a wet gushing that spilled out and drenched your thighs and sheets. 

“Such a good girl.” He kissed the side of your face sloppily. “Knew you could do it.” 

You peered down and saw that his broad, veined forearm was dripping- creamy wetness dribbling from his fingertips. 

“I-I did that?” You panted, confused. 

“Sure did, baby. All you.” He started rubbing circles into your clit and you threw your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Sam, what are you doing?” You whined, head spinning with the mind-numbingly good way he was playing with you. 

“I’m not done with my little toy.” He massages your swollen pussy, callous fingertips stroking against the delicate nub with dizzying speed. “Cum on my fingers, baby, cum all over them.” 

You came undone, whimpering and crying out so loud the walls vibrated. Sam chuckled at the sight, looking down at your fucked out expression with cocky pride. 

“We’re home!” Your mother’s voice rang out as the front door shut with a resounding slam and you scrambled to get dressed. Just as she climbed upstairs to reach your room, you’d gotten your dress back on- albeit backwards. 

“Oh, hey Sam.” She peered in, noticing him sitting on the chair by your desk and he waved at her with a thin smile. “Did you get the milk like I asked?” 

“Must’ve slipped my mind.” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes. 

“Everything slips your mind, sometimes I wonder if there even is a mind to speak of.” 

“Mom!” You screwed your face up at her, hating how she and Sam bickered. 

“What? He forgets everything.” She waves her hand in the air dismissively, about to head out the door before your dress caught her eye. “Is that a new way of wearing it that I don’t know about?” You look down as she points at the inside-out fabric. 

“Yeah, mom. Contrast stitching is all the rage.” You nod persuasively. 

“I’m getting old.” She sighs. “But it’s nice to see you two hanging out.” 

“Oh we’re a regular Bonnie and Clyde.” Sam smirks and you laugh nervously, hoping she wouldn’t read too much into the strange comparison. 

As soon as she’s gone, Sam shoots you a dark stare, lust infusing his eyes once again. 

“You’re lucky they got back home when they did. I would’ve ruined you.” He remarks casually and you shuffle in your seat uncomfortably, burning under his intense gaze. 

“You already did.” You gulp at his thinly veiled threat.

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” 

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[brailsthesmolgurl]

“Do you have games on your phone?”

Preview: A look into the guilty-pleasure games the boys would have on their phones and what they would generally what is in their phone.

XAVIER

“Yeah I play them every once in a while.” The blond boy lifted his phone screen up, directing it to your face and it revealed the home page. Of course he would have your FACE ID registered into his phone. He is a man of privacy most of the time so having his phone to be locked is mostly to restrict strangers from accessing his phone. His phone applications are neatly arranged into folders, he has a lot of them, separated and boxed away according to their usage. Useless Apps, Useful Apps, Socials and Games. These are about the amount of folders he would have on his home page, featuring a silhouette picture of you staring off into the dark of the night, admiring the moon and basking under its silvery light. That picture of you is one of his favourites out of the other pictures he has of you in his photo album. “You can try playing this.” He pretty much has all of the classic games one could think of in his Games folder. Subway surfers, Temple Run, Angry Birds, Minecraft and many other classics.

You were stunned at the amount of games that the folder holds. It took your around five swipes to reach the end of the folder. When asked with why he has so much games that it filled up more than half of his storage, he flashes you an amused grin. “I spend a lot of my time on my phone if I am alone or not sleeping. So I like to keep myself entertained.” He is the type to watch you play the games on his phone, seemingly entertained by how hard you were trying to beat his score when he himself has worldwide rank of #1 across all games. You are definitely in shock and low-key wondered how long does he actually spend on playing all of these games in order to gain such a rank. When you lost within the first few rounds, you realised you flashing him a frown was a mistake when he said. “It’s hard to gain my score right? My advice is that you can stop trying to beat me and just enjoy the game.”

RAFAYEL

“Oh, finally you want to see if I have any secret contacts of girls stashed away in my phone? It’s gonna be disappointing for you my love.” The artist teases, lips curled into a smirk when he hands you his phone and you familiarly typed in the passcode. The phone clicked and it brought you to the home page, featuring a picture of you and him taken during one of his most recent exhibitions. The both of you stood next to one another, his arms around your waist and posed in front of the huge canvas of abstract art. His phone applications however, are not organised, just like his house most of the time when things gets too busy on his end. As an artist, he always calls it ‘beauty apparent within a mess’. He only owns one game on his phone and it is an RPG dating game. He is so down bad at missing you some times that he had to result to games to suffice his own needs of needing to be around you. The RPG dating game is the typical choice making game that affects the results of the game and he puts in an insane amount of money to make his character look as similar to himself and the crush in the game to be as ornamented as you.

Teasing him about his game choice drives him into a blushing frenzy. Denial at first but eventually succumbing to his own guilty pleasure when you started asking about the character models he had spent an insane amount of time to sculpt in game. “I just wanted to play this game whenever I do not get to spend time with you either it’d be in a different time zone or you’re just busy. A man has his own needs and I see this being a healthy way of missing you without bothering you on a daily basis.” His bashfulness reply made you smiled, for he is a genuine man afterall and he expresses his love to you in the weirdest yet most caring method. “If you see any clothes in the store, you can just buy it so I can get the in-game you to wear it. If they said that I do not have enough gems for the transaction just reload it for me yeah?”

ZAYNE

“Here. You can try and play it if you’d like.” He unlocked his phone with his fingerprint and handed it over to you. He has your fingerprint and Face ID registered into his phone’s security system but since you asked out of the blue, he might as well just do you the favour to unlock the phone for you, as he is a proclaimed gentleman. You asking for what games he has on his phone makes the all-time serious man cracked a thin smile on his lips, fancy seeing you embracing your childlike image. His wallpaper is a picture of you and only you, sat in the middle of a flower field with a smile as bright as the sun that hung above in the clear skies. You remembered this image, it was one of those days where a planned trip was interrupted and so the both of you ended up with spontaneous plans. This specific flower field being one of the result of the spontaneity. His home page is ridiculously minimal, with each page dedicated to specific apps. He has only two games on his phone; Tetris and Sudoku.

You were even surprised he has any games on his phone. When asked for the reason, the doctor who was focused on his paperwork paused for a moment and looked at you with bewildered forest-like orbs. “Such games are researched to be stimulating to one’s brain, it aids in relieving boredom and also exercise it. Statistics has shown that it helps in improving one’s logic sense, problem solving skills and pattern spotting skills. You should try it as you always seemingly can’t use your brain whenever you’re caught up in a situation that requires you to use one. It might teach you that brute force may not be the answer to all.” His strict tone made your gaze narrowed at him, taking his words towards the side of offence. But he does make a point as you are the one that is always going into his office with physical injuries. Furthermore, him spitting facts for educative purposes effectively diminishes your will to rebut him. “I have already taken the liberty to download the games I had mentioned into your phone, perhaps you can play them whenever you are free.”

[wolfsclothing6]

"Critical Change"

(If you guys have good pictures for the tf send them in and I'll pit them in and tag whos in them :p)

Matt was the kind of guy who didn’t get caught up in nerdy stuff. Tall, lean, and more focused on hitting the gym than hitting the books, he barely knew the difference between Dungeons & Dragons and Call of Duty. So, when his friend dragged him into a local gaming shop, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Come on, man,” his buddy Ryan said, pulling him toward a shelf stacked with game books, dice, and all sorts of nerdy shit. “I just need to grab a couple of things for the campaign this weekend.”

Matt sighed, glancing around the store at the rows of miniatures and colorful dice sets. His eyes landed on a display of D20s, sparkling under the fluorescent lights. He picked one up, an oversized, red die with gold numbers etched on it.

“Dude, what do you even do with this junk?” Matt asked, holding the die up to Ryan, who chuckled.

“You roll them. It’s like the cornerstone of every game. You know, a D20 is supposed to decide your fate.”

Matt snorted. “Yeah, sure. It’s just a die.”

He rolled it casually on the counter, watching as it landed on a natural 20. Ryan whistled. “That’s some serious luck, man. Too bad you’re not into this stuff.”

Matt shrugged and slipped the D20 into his pocket, figuring he’d keep it as a joke or maybe even toss it on his desk at home. As he followed Ryan around the shop, something strange began to stir in the back of his mind, but he brushed it off.

On the way out, he spotted a cheesy graphic tee hanging by the door—bright red with pixelated lettering that read “Roll for Initiative!” He scoffed, but for some reason, his hand reached out to touch the fabric.

“Classic nerd shirt,” he muttered to himself, but the moment his fingers brushed the cotton, a weird tingle ran up his arm. He shook it off and left the store with Ryan, unaware of the subtle changes already starting.

That night, Matt was sprawled out on his couch, scrolling through his phone when he absentmindedly reached into his pocket and pulled out the red D20. He rolled it on the coffee table again, watching it spin before landing on another 20.

“Lucky again,” he muttered, but something felt… off. His skin felt itchy, especially around his arms and chest. He rubbed at it, realizing with mild alarm that there was more hair there than he remembered. Shrugging it off as stress or a weird hormonal thing, Matt got up to check his fridge.

He grabbed a soda, but when he popped it open, the taste was all wrong. It wasn’t refreshing like usual—he craved something sweeter, heavier. He dug around in the back of his fridge and found a bottle of cheap, sugary cola he didn’t even remember buying. Before he could think about it, he downed half of it in one gulp, the sweetness spreading through him like fire.

“Man, I never drink this crap,” Matt muttered, but he kept chugging.

Later, as he sat back down, he felt heavier somehow—like his body was softer. His T-shirt felt a little snug, especially around his stomach. Frowning, Matt lifted the hem and blinked in surprise. His once-flat stomach was pushing out slightly, not huge but noticeable. His abs were disappearing under a small layer of fat.

“Must’ve been all that junk food last week,” he rationalized, but even as he said it, the memory felt… hazy. Had he been snacking more recently? He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Over the next few days, the changes came faster. His once short, neat hair grew thicker and redder, especially around his beard. He wasn’t sure when the red streaks had started, but they were quickly overtaking his natural color. His face, too, was rounding out, his jawline softening beneath the scruffy beard that seemed to sprout overnight.

Matt’s clothes became tighter and tighter until he gave in and ordered a bunch of new shirts online. Oddly, he didn’t think twice about ordering them in a size two steps up from his usual. The designs were also different—nothing he’d normally wear. Instead of basic tees, they were all gamer crap, covered in pixel art and cheesy phrases like “Don’t hate the player, hate the game” or “Game Over!”

And it wasn’t just his clothes. His room was changing too, in subtle but strange ways. His sleek, minimalist desk was now cluttered with gaming consoles, controllers, and random dice. Posters of popular video game characters lined the walls, replacing the clean artwork he swore had been there before.

Matt was spending more and more time gaming, sinking into his chair with bags of chips and soda cans piling up around him. His body continued to change, his belly growing softer and rounder, love handles creeping in as he slouched deeper in his chair. His arms and chest were now covered in a thick pelt of red hair, matching the wild beard that framed his round face.

But the strangest part was how right it all felt. Every time Matt glanced at his reflection, he recognized the changes, but they didn’t bother him like they should. His old memories of being a fit gym bro started to fade, replaced with scenes of long gaming marathons, late-night pizza runs, and chatting with his online guild.

One evening, as Matt settled into his gaming chair with a satisfied grunt, he picked up the D20 again. He rolled it, and this time, it landed on a natural 1. He laughed—deep, hearty, and full of life. His once-lean body was now heavy and comfortable, his stomach stretching the fabric of his favorite shirt, the “Roll for Initiative!” graphic snug against his gut.

Matt couldn’t even remember the last time he’d set foot in a gym. Why would he? He had all the entertainment he needed right here, in his gaming setup. His friends were waiting for him to join the next campaign online, and he had a stash of snacks to last him the night.

As the game booted up, Matt adjusted himself in his chair, his thick thighs spreading wide, the sound of fabric shifting over hairy skin filling the room. His old life was gone—forgotten in the haze of dice rolls and endless gaming sessions. He wasn’t the old Matt anymore.

(@chubbycarebear for the pictures)

[ryusuisloveinterest]

I don’t like to read

I know Jason LOVES to read so I see a lot of Jason with an s/o who also likes reading. But what about the girlies who don’t? This honestly isn’t that good but here you go anyways!💗

You dont really like to read, at least novels or big books. Things like graphic novels are fine since you can look at pictures, but there are still occasions you don’t feel like reading those. You tried to get into series like Harry Potter, but your mind just starts wondering off. So, when you see your boyfriend Jason in bed reading a book bigger than the Bible you just stand there puzzled. “What’re you reading?” “War and Peace.” You sit under the covers. “You’re gonna read all of it?” He chuckles. “Yeah?” You really didn’t like reading, but you wanted to give it another try. After all, Jason has tried to do things you like to do that he doesn’t; like watching those annoying reality shows or learning to play tennis so you have an opponent/partner. So you went to the bookstore to see if they had one of his favorite books, Pride and Prejudice. After buying it you went home and began reading. “It is a truth universally acknowledged that…” seriously, this is what he read? This is so boring! And why do classical authors write this way? You keep reading, eyes fluttering, trying to figure out what’s going on. Man how long have you been on this page? You hear the door open. “Hey Princess do we still have earl grey tea? Been craving some all-“ Jason finds you almost asleep on the couch, the book barely in your hand. “Are you…reading Pride and Prejudice?” Your head pops up as you see your boyfriend towering over you, a small yet excited smile on his face. “Oh, yeah. It’s really good. The main girl…what’s her name, Emily?” “Elizabeth.” “Right Elizabeth. She’s like broke and wants a husband then can’t get one cause- um I don’t remember…but! She meets Mr. Darcy’s friend tried to marry her or something and…” Jason sits next to you and brings you close. His muscular arms wrap around you perfectly as if you were puzzle pieces meant to be together. You rest your head in his heart that was beating faster and faster by the second. “Thank you.” He whispers. “For?” “For trying to do this for me. I know you hate reading.” “Hate? Who said that?” “Your sister. And I can see it on your face when you have to read a paper.” You chuckle and blush. “Sorry, I really want to try something you like, especially since you always do so much for me.” With a smile Jason asks, “do you want me to read it to you?” You look up and smile. “I’d like that a lot.” 

[spideyhexx]

jack.....you're dressed up and he's decidedly not but he's walking around with you for as long as you want with his hand on your back

yeah <3 hand on your back, helping you walk through crowds…sorry im a huge marvel nerd so

im thinking about if youre in that classic Wanda maximoff fit, the like 80s ish one, pink tights and red bodysuit and all like full cosplay (one, he thinks you look dorky but also hot and cute and he’d say that with his eyes mostly)

he’s in his normal ass clothes but is he carrying a prop for you when you need to grab smth else? Yes. Is he holding the bag with the stuff you buy? Yes. Is he taking the pictures for you and for people who ask for pics with you? Yes. Like man is doing it ALL and he only complains about his feet eventually

I could just imagine him pointing at some art and being like, “hey, honey, that’s that uh…y’know what you’re wearing the witch character.”

And even if it takes him a couple tries to fully remember whatever lore or characters you like, he remembers it enough to point things out to you :( cause comic con is just SO overwhelming too

[shmothman]

ooh x for the nsfw alphabet? I know you have a whole post about it but I really love your ideas and I wanna hear you talk about it more!!!!!

SFW/NSFW Alphabet Prompts

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

nsfw below the cut, in case you couldn’t guess 🤣

As you can tell by my fics, I’m fond of swapping out his genitals (as millionsvash said, “like legos”) based on little more than “what I feel like writing that day.” This post goes into my main “flowery” version: external petals, internal structures that resemble a cock and cunt, which takes inspiration from different flowers—and also slugs, because gastropod sex gets pretty wild and love darts are a thing that exist, for real, in the world. (As always, I lament the fact that I’m a much better writer than I am artist—but I tried my best.) Some additional details to this that I didn’t touch on much in that post include: because these structures are internal most of the time, they’re self-lubricating—and well lubricated at that. He’s very wet and drippy when he’s turned on, and his slick is similar in viscosity to like… aloe. (No, I didn’t buy aloe drinks at the store to see if the texture was what I expected, and then find out that the drinks are basically just sugar water with chunks of aloe in them. And no I haven’t been buying aloe everything as my own personal inside joke. [lying.]) Plus, he’s sweet! Because it’s my fictional boyfriend and I can say his cum tastes good. And I haven’t touched on this at all, but I picture that his slick is… kind of difficult to wash off. It dries very sticky and hydrophobic. You’re gonna be sticky and slick for the rest of forever, good luck!

As you can also probably tell by my fics, I am a fan of tentacles too—so in a case where I’m still giving him something analogous to a cock, but I don’t feel like writing the detail required to describe All Of That, I picture him with something long and tapered, that unsheathes itself from a slit between his legs—not really connected to either the stampede flower imagery or the 98/max wing imagery, but hey. I’m just having fun with my alien boyfriend’s junk here. I like a man whose genitals I can write as writhing, whether that means fleshy petals and tendrils or drippy everting tentacles.

Other times, though, I want to write him as more specifically trans—more of a classic plantussy vibe. Because alien pussies are just as fun as alien dicks and deserve just as much love. How I’ve written that so far is still in the context of petals—basically like my flowery design, just minus the internal petals that twist together to form the cock, and with the addition of a wiggly clit, more like the stamen of a flower (…mixed with a tentacle. Again). No matter what I’m giving him, though, I tend to picture him as externally closer to looking like he has a cunt. (Hello, I’m trans, it’s what I do.) Also, now that I’m reading max, I want to try writing a more feather-inspired design: I’ve seen a lot of really wonderful art that’s all been mixed together in my brain, and I’m picturing something more pussy-adjacent, surrounded by a sort of downy fluff, with a—again I’ll use the word writhing—clit that sort of… swells a bit.

Really, the important thing for me is to do something fun with it. I’m always looking for novel ways of expressing the idea of pleasure, and I have fun coming up with structures that could experience pleasure in strange ways—like the petals of his cock being able to open up and reveal even more sensitive areas, or the tendrils and their hormone secretions. The nice thing is that there’s no shortage of inspiration to be found in my line of work; invertebrates have some absolutely wild reproductive structures (or structures that have no reproductive function that I can look at and say “yeah, I can make a weird dick out of that”). I have a lot more ideas on how I can Make Him Weirder, from shit like “literal sex pollen” to a bit of a knotting fic that I’m working on currently. I’m just going where the vibes take me!

As for what’s going on beneath the rest of his clothes, I’m always using 98/max Vash’s body/scars as my reference! (And I only give him one nipple lol)

(Vash’s canon grey sweatpants my fucking beloved.)

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 15: Break on Through

“Try coming a little sooner and I’ll come follow you from there?” said Dr. Teeth. The band was trying to make a new song. Nora and Hannah come down the stairs to see the progress of the band. 

“Hey! Moog” whisper Nora. 

“Yeah?” he replied. 

“I’ve been avoiding Penny’s calls, any updates on the album?” asked the black haired female. 

“You know, we’re still kickin’ it, in the idea stage, but I mean. They got a lot of, like…” Moog started to say. “Like bits and pieces?” He finished his sentence. 

“Hey, we’ve been working on some killer beginnings. Like this” said the good doctor. “Hit it!” he yelled. They sing for a minute. It sounds good. 

“Oh okay. Do you have any other beginnings?” asked Nora. 

“Oh yeah! Three, four!” replied Teeth. They played a different beginning then stopped. 

“Oh” said Label Lady. “Oh… Okay” she added. 

“Ooh, and, like, don’t forget about this one!” replied Janice. They place another beginning then stop. 

“Oh! I thought there was more” replied Nora. The band shake their heads no. 

“Hey, well, I dig it,” said Hannah. “Like, who is Johnny Ragsdale? What’s his deal?” she added. 

“Does it really matter? It doesn’t work, none of it does” replied Floyd. 

“Old Floyd’s hard on beginnings” replied the doc. “But, lucky for us, we got an abundance of groovy middles,” he added. 

“Like this one” the ginger haired male said. They play again then stop. They play another one after the cycle repeats itself. 

“I don’t know about this one,” said Moog. 

“I think it’s a big ol’ stinking pile of stink” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“I absorb all your negativity, and, like, convert it into positivity” replied the blonde female. 

“Cause we also have so many amazing endings!” she added. They did the cycle again. After the third one, Floyd shook his head in disappointment. 

“Wow,” said Nora before she suddenly snap her fingers. “Idea” she said. 

“What about matching a beginning and a middle with an ending?” asked Label Lady. “You know, to form an actual song,” she added. 

“Well, there’s the rub-a-dub-dub. I can’t just commit all will-nilyish” replied Teeth. 

“You see, the choices I make today will be my forever obligations of tomorrow” he added. 

“Really? Cause you’re singing it. Not marrying it.” replied Nora. 

“Well, the at least let us move in together, cohabitate.” replied Dr. Teeth. 

“See if we gel, then buy a goldendoodle. Put it in a little stroller and name it something cute, like, puddin’ or pickles” he added. 

“Or puddles” added Zoot. 

“Or puddles,” replied Teeth.

“Pinky” the dark blue haired male replied. 

“Penelope” replied the ginger haired male. 

“Pinocchio” replied Zoot 

“Ping-Pong” replied the doc. 

“Poncho” replied the saxophonist. 

“Pup-Pup” replied the good doctor. 

“So, yeah. It’s become very clear why they’ve been in such a severe, like, creative drought” said Moog to Nora. 

“You know as you see, Dr. Teeth can’t commit to anything. Floyd is just a perfectionist.” he added. 

“I think it’s a trash fire. None of it works!” said Floyd. 

“Janice is always busy helping others. Instead of, you know, actually helping with the song.” said the black haired male. 

The band was now in a massage circle, giving each other shoulder massages. “It’s massage circle time” said Janice with a smile on her face. 

“This is the best,” said the red haired male. He tapped his foot a bit like a happy dog. 

“Oh, I love this,” said Teeth as he started to purr like a feline. 

“Guys, hey, do you mind?” asked Nora. They stop. 

“Sorry about that,” said Floyd Pepper. 

“How can you be so blocked?” asked the black haired female. 

“You’ve written a hit song before, right? “Can You Picture That?” is a classic” she added. 

“Classic indeed!” replied Dr. Teeth with a big smile. 

“Alas, we penned that righteous gemstone under the stars in the great outdoors many a moon ago” he added. 

“Yeah, yeah. Back then, every note we played just felt right” replied Floyd. 

“True that” replied Lips. 

“Simple times” said the red haired male. 

“Then let’s ditch this stuffy studio and get you back under the stars” replied Nora. 

“This is totally what we need,” replied Janice. 

“A creative pilgrimage, where Mother Nature can replenish us from her sandy, cactus bosom” the blonde female added. 

“Perfect. I’ll go online and book a place. How does Joshua Tree sound? Good?” replied Hannah. 

“That’s perfect! Great” replied Nora. 

“Wait! Who will watch Lewis and Annie?” asked Teeth, a bit worried. 

“Who?” asked Nora’s sister. 

“They’re Teeth’s kids,” replied Moog. 

“Okay” replied Hannah. “I could watch them if you want,” she added. 

“Really, Hannah?” asked Label Lady. 

“Yeah, it will be no problem.” she replied. The doc smiles. 

“Good. I can promise you that they are angels and be on their best behavior” he replied. 

Nora turns back to the band. “First, we have to swing by the office. So, I can buy some more time from Penny.” the black haired female said. 

“Then, we hit the road,” she added. 

“Road Trip!” yelled Animal, excitedly. 

“Oh! Okay” replied Nora. 

The drummer kept shouting in pure joy. Floyd laughs. “Yeah, he really likes road trips” said the red haired male with a soft smile. 

“It’s gonna be a long drive,” replied Label Lady. 

Hannah took Lewis and Annie to her house to stay until the band got back. Lewis hugs the band goodbye while Annie plays with Hannah’s phone. 

When they got to Wax Town Records, Penny was eating some spicy ribs. JJ was there. “Mmm! Oh, yeah, more sauce. Yeah!” said Penny as she eats the ribs. There was a knock at the door. 

“Penny?” asked Nora before she walked in. “Hey. Penny?” she asked. 

“Nora! Come on in. Grab a bib” replied Mrs. Waxman. 

“JJ surprised me with my favorite hot and spicy ribs.” she added. 

“I bought six extra. Have at it, Smooshie” said JJ with a smirk on his face. 

“Don’t call me that” replied Nora as she walked in. “Also stop coaxing my boss into selling this place” she added. 

“I gave you plenty of time to make that new album,” replied Penny. “And I’ve heard “bubkis” cause you got “bubkis” Waxman added. 

The black haired female scoffs. “Not true. No, I mean…” she stopped. 

“The band, they’ve got this song about this guy named Johnny Ragsdale and it is…” Label Lady started to say. 

“Musical Poetry” said JJ as he stood next to Nora. “Yeah. Nora actually let me listen to some of the new Mayhem tracks on the DL” he added. The black haired female was in shock. 

“And it’s the RD,” the male said. “The real deal,” he added. 

“Go on,” replied Penny. 

“What are you doing?” asked Nora, confused. 

“Just being honest” replied JJ. 

“Well, I appreciate your honesty,” replied the pink haired female. “And that chiseled jaw of yours,” she added. He chuckles as he puts his hand on his chin. 

“I am so confused,” said Label Lady. 

“Well, I’m tantalized,” said Penny with a smile. “I’ll give you one more week,” she added. 

“Can I talk to you outside real quick?” asked Nora to JJ. The two walked out of the office and she face the man. 

“Look, you don’t have to thank me for rescuing you in there” said JJ. 

“Thank you?” asked Nora. 

“You’re welcome,” he replied. 

“Bad!” yelled Animal who came out of nowhere. 

“Whoa! Really? You brought the guard dog?” asked the male. The drummer growls like a hound in the junkyard of movies. 

“Hey, bud, I told you to wait in the van,” said the black haired as she lay a hand on the wild man’s shoulders. 

“Bad!” growled Animal. 

“Actually, I just bought your band more time with Penny,” said JJ. “So, maybe JJ ain’t so bad after all?” he asked the drummer. 

“Good?” asked the wild man. 

“No! Okay, stop trying to get in my head. Our heads” replied Nora in a hateful tone. 

“Okay, all I’m trying to do is help you,” he replied. 

“Good!” said Animal. 

“No, he’s not helping us” replied Label Lady. 

“Bad!” said the drummer. 

“I've been helping you since moment one” replied JJ. 

“How? Okay, you showed up back in my life and tried to buy the label” she replied. 

“Bad!” growled Animal. 

“Which I offered you to run!” he replied. 

“Good!” said the wild man. 

“Okay, fine,” replied Nora. “Then you crashed my recording with Zedd.” she added. 

“Bad!” said Animal. 

“Where I paid for the glass door Animal decimated” replied JJ as he look at the drummer. 

“Bad,” the wild man said sadly as he lowered his head. 

“Then you called then “old” at our rehearsal” replied the black haired female. 

“I offered my help to make the band sound better than ever” he replied. 

“Bad?” asked the drummer. “Good?” he added. 

“Yeah, I…” she started to say. “Admittedly don’t know how to feel about you right now” Label Lady finished her sentence. 

“Well, better than feeling nothing” JJ replied. 

“Come on, Animal. Let’s go” said Nora. 

“Road trip! Road trip! Road trip!” the drummer shouts excitedly as he jumps up and down. 

The van drives down a dusty road as Animal keeps repeating road trips. “How long is he gonna do this?” asked Nora. 

“It depends,” replied Floyd. “How long is the road trip?” he asked. 

After some hours, Animal fell asleep on Moog’s shoulder. Same with Lips. The drummer mumbles in his sleep. Moog chuckles. “Hey, thank you so much for letting me tag along” said the black haired male to Label Lady. 

“This is great,” he added. 

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” she replied. 

“Also, I can’t feel my arms, or body,” he replied. 

“Just hang in there. Only two more miles until our desert oasis” replied Nora. 

“Cool” replied Moog. 

They finally arrived at the location. It was out of the middle of nowhere. There was a wall with a door and a roof. “So, define “oasis” said Moog as they get out of the van. 

“What is this? No, this isn’t what Hannah booked” said the black haired female, clearly upset. Some vulture screeches filled the air. 

“Fancy,” said Zoot. Lips nods his head. 

“This is supposed to be a luxurious getaway…” she said. “So you could write new music!” she added. 

“This is rustic,” laugh Floyd Pepper. 

“Yeah, you got scammed,” replied Moog. 

“No, not happening. I’m calling the rental company right now” replied Nora as she get her phone out. 

“What time is it in Bolivia?” she asked. 

“Well, I for one, digify it” said Teeth. “It’s got everything we need,” he added. 

“Everything except four walls” replied Floyd as he open the door to show that it was just a wall. 

“Ain’t got no walls!” said the red haired male. 

“But look, it, like, totally comes with a bag of marshmallows and a shovel!” replied Janice as she held up a bag of marshmallows and a shovel. 

“Great, now, someone can bury us when we die out here” replied Nora. Dr. Teeth chuckles. 

Moog walks up to Nora. “The Eagle Scout in me feels compelled to tell you that that is not a grave-digging shovel,” he said. 

“It’s actually a shovel for, like…” the black haired male started to say. 

“Poopadumbums,” said Lips. 

“Yeah” replied Moog. 

“Hello? Hello?” asked Nora on the phone. 

Meanwhile with the others, Teeth looked down at his hand and noticed that fur was growing on it. He realizes that tonight is a full moon. The ginger haired male look panicked as he also realized that Hannah was watching Annie and Lewis. She is unaware of them being wereanimals. He tried to calm down. 

“Teeth, you okay?” asked Moog as he noticed the band leader’s panic look on his face. 

“Moog, it seems like we may have a problem,” he replied. Nora hangs up the phone as no one is answering. 

“What is the problem?” asked the black haired female. 

“Tonight is a full moon and Hannah is watching the kids. She doesn't know they are wereanimals! I think we should go back!” replied the doc as his breathing got heavy. Label Lady can tell how he is worried for his kids and their secret. 

“Teeth, take a deep breath. Hannah will take care of them regardless. They will be fine, I promise” replied Nora. 

“I hope you’re right” Dr. Teeth replied as he sighs. 

[imjustabeanie]

Matchup exchange for @denjivhs

This was a rollercoster because belphie just gave me the equivalent of an art block....anyways here it is! Concerning aesthetic i don't know how to edit and such so I'll send you the pictures in private later!

Your match for Tokyo Revengers is....Draken!

When I read your description I immediately thought of Draken (we will omit his love for Emma here). He is someone who matches your interests and you have a great chemistry with him too!

Now for the trope….Slow burn that’d make you want to die because come on it’s been over 100 chapter! This is mostly due to Draken personal life (I mean he never confessed to Emma…) His life is dangerous and he is sometimes not proud of how he grew up. He doesn’t want to rope you into all this and potentially put you in danger that’s why he is reluctant to ask you out. He’s rather never confess if he thinks someone loves you and is better for you. He needs reassurance and for you to be patient with him. If he’s not secure enough and you try to confess he’ll distance himself. So yeah definitely a slow burn.

Draken is the type of boyfriend that shows his love with actions. He doesn’t say I love you often but he always remembers you when he is out (when he pass by a patisserie you may like he’ll buy it for you). He always texts you or send you pictures with the captions ‘Reminds me of you’ or ‘I think you’ll like it. He loves being with you (outside or at home) but the only moment he won’t let you accompany him is when gangs are involved. Draken is protective and won’t put you in danger even if you agree to it. Sometimes it can get overbearing because he texts you ‘Where are you? Don’t use XYZ street’ and the such. He’ll tone it down if you confront him but the fear is always here. Since you love thrill I think he’s gonna develop heart problems lol.

Draken loves spending time with you at the comfort of his (or your) room. You both share your music tastes and he’d be down to get a matching tattoo with you once the relationship is serious enough. Movies nights are a must at least once a week. He doesn’t look like someone who knows the classics so you’d be the one to introduce him to many movies. Oh and you’re the only one who can touch his hair. I believe he’s good at styling hair so please just let him do yours! Now he’s not one for literature, he’ll try to write you letters but only a percent of them arrive to you because he deems all his other tentative as trash.

In this relation, both of you have trust issues. Draken will take time to open up fully despite how comfortable he feels with you. At first he’d be rather hurt that you don’t open up to him when he does but his friends (Emma and the girls at the brothel. The rest are….ahem.) will explain it to him and he’ll apologize for being too pushy with a big plushie and flowers. He doesn’t mind your anger issues cuz he deals with Mickey of all people so he knows how to mediate and when to just give you space. It’s rare that he gets angry for your anger issues unless he’s in a very very bad mood already. So yeah the relation has issues here but nothing communication won’t fix.

When you tease him he actually blushes! He tries to retort but fails which results in him hugging you so you’ll just stop (or kissing you). He will also record you when you break into little dances because he finds it so cute! He doesn’t joke as much as you but knows how to have a good laugh. Your inappropriate jokes will just earn you a desperate sigh.

Also I can totally see a motorcycle rider’s aesthetic with both lovers being menaces.

For Obey Me your match is....Belphegor!

Not gonna lie, both twins were fit for you but Belphie is just….way more fitting lol.

It’s the typical enemies or rivals to lovers here. He’s despicable at first, always insulting and you just answer back being a smartass. You two give a massive headache to Lucifer who’s actually regretting his life choices. It reaches the points where everyone just forces you into the same room praying (oh the irony) that you’ll find something to get along. And you two do get along, with music! He definitely has the same music taste as you. This is how you two started getting together and then after some qtime one of you said ‘Shut up and kiss me’ (probably belphie cuz he got jealous). Tada relationship status has been updated.

Your two personalities are actually similar. He’s the type of lover to hype you up when making impulsive decisions, literally the little devil on your shoulder. He always say yeah go out alone and then proceeds to come with you because he doesn’t want you to get hurt (will only admit it if you’re near death). He’s protective, sometimes downright possessive and that’s in character but he loves you in his own way.

Belphie is also moody and just like you, needs some alone time. So yeah he totally knows when to leave you alone. Since he is lazy and all (his sun duh), he really appreciates your independent and individualistic personality. Because, as clingy as he is, he’s still sometimes rather absent (in his daily me time) and loves that you don’t bitch him about it if we can say that. He knows he has lots of flaws that can be deal breakers to some (like me. He’s my least favorite) so he really appreciates your patience.

One of his favorite activities is watching movies with you after a long day (read cuddling you and nodding off while you’re watching a lovie). It’s also his moments where he just rants about anything and anyone that pissed him off (he does this daily). Speaking about cuddling…Belphie is a very touchy lover while you said that you don’t openly express affection. He’ll be all whiny when you don’t but won’t press it because he knows you just need time. I also believe he wouldn’t mind getting a matching tattoo or piercing with you (he seems like someone who’d get a belly button tattoo ngl). He also participate in your jokes with his own sarcasm. When you do little dances, he will tease you but if you mess up with him enough he will join. Oh and he likes reading too! He has some good recommendations per Satan help.

In general, he fully encourages you to live your best life and even introduces you to new places and thrilling activities. Meanwhile he’s just in the backseat, having it easy and enjoying the ride while making sure you’re safe and all if you see what I mean. The issues in the relationship is that he initially hates humans, he doesn’t acknowledge his mistakes and when he’s angry/in a bad mood he can start saying words he doesn’t mean. You two quarrel often but never break off cuz you love each other.

I don’t really see a specific aesthetic here but the one I have in mind are those red moodboards with the words hell on it and just a plain red and purple moodboard (I’ll send them to you in private later)

Your JJK match is...Nobara!

Now for the grande finale….our dear Nobara from JJK (oh where is she? A misty memory-)

Here the trope is BFF to lovers. None understands you and have fun with you like her. She’s blunt, adventurous and just wants to live her best life too! She honestly just loves your vibes and how you two always have fun. You two are a menace together and everyone knows it (when maki joins in you’re more reasonable but still-). I think she really likes movies/series and probably asked you out during a movie. Where the two BFF kissed. Something among the lines of ‘Wish it could be us’ and it worked (Megumi and Yuuji made a bet over who’d break the ice first, Yuuji lost).

Nobara is a no BS type of person. If she doesn’t like you she’ll say it and if she likes you she says it. But she’s rather embarrassed at saying I love you so instead she’ll just give you compliments through the day and defend you like her life depends on it. She likes your humor, even if it’s salacious and like belphie she chimes in with witty remarks of her own. She’s also shy at being affectionate at first but she’ll get bolder when you admit to liking it. Nothing much just holding hands and wrapping her arm around your waist Cuddles will often be initiated by you at home. You two have some anger issues but you’re two peas in the same pod so I think you’d help each other with it. Your trust issues don’t deter her because she’s determined that you’re the one so she will patiently wait for you. When you’re in a bad mood, she’ll go and get you your favorite food/ snack. Her way of showing love is by words and acts of service. For you she’ll write letters (mostly decorate them) that are very aesthetically pleasing (legit she’d become a scrapbooker and dedicate a journal to you two). You’re the only person who’ll know of her insecurities and to who she can comfortably vent.

While thrill activities aren’t her thing, she’ll gladly do them with you because YOLO. You two get at least once a week stuck fighting curses or in some kind of trouble during one of your explorations. Megumi always sighs when he sees you two coming back tired or bruises because he knows.

Nobara LOVES shopping and I hope you also like it or you’ll be the equivalent of the boyfriend waiting at the mall. She loves matching with you and picking outfits/make up she’d think fits you. Your go-to colors are similar so it’s a plus. She also steals your hoodies and jackets since you’re taller than her. When you spend the night at home it’s watching a movie and doing some skincare she prepared (and bitching/gossiping). While I don’t see her getting a piercing she’d be the type to get an ankle tattoo or even one on the wrist. I believe you’d have some common artists concerning the music taste and she’d go dancing before you. She’d just grab your hand and drag you with her.

When you zone out or anything she’s here to rescue you from an awkward situation. Also I can imagine both of you exploring an abandoned place or just going to a dangerous place with, apparently, a gorgeous sunset. It’s a very spontaneous relationship that’d always have you on your toes. Despite that you two don’t fight and just bicker over some petty debate. She joins you on all your adventures and you join hers.

This relationship really gives me rockstar GF and 90s aesthetic.

[cieloclercs]

heyyy can i get a lover, you should’ve come over (also, love this song it hits so hard) for an f1 driver or atp player

i’m 5,3” with short brown hair (floppy curtain bangs), brown eyes and freckles just across my nose. i love classics, history, geography, english and politics in school, and i’m currently rereading the heroes of olympus series. jewelry is my favorite thing in the world and i love wearing novelty earrings, i don’t really wear make up just some occasional mascara. i love to read and write, and obsess over fictional characters and sportspeople in my spare time. my favorite music artists atm are the smiths, jeff buckley, the cranberries, fleetwood mac, hozier and the cure. although i don’t really believe in astrology, i am such a cancer and get very emotional about things. my family and my friends mean more to me than anything else in the world and one of my main goals in life is to be the kindest, best listener i can possibly be <3

tysmm and i love your writing <3

i ship you with oscar piastri!

— ok so a lot of my reasoning for this is that in another writer’s celly i was shipped with oscar piastri, and girl YOU SOUND JUST LIKE ME WHAT ??!! 😭 but like after reading it it made so much sense ?? i’ll explain:

— first of all you sound adorable, like i’m building up a picture in my head and you and oscar look so cute together 🥹 obviously he’s not the tallest, but he’s still significantly taller than you, and you can bet he’s gonna tease you about it at every given opportunity 😭 (he’s such a little shit i’ll stand by this till i die) also i feel like he’d absolutely love your freckles !! like one of those slightly cliche moments where your s/o traces the freckles on your face ?? you know one of those moments ??? yeah, that’s oscar with you 😭 cue him zoning out trying to count them and you catching him just staring at you and he blushes so hard 🤭🤭

— the more i learn about oscar piastri the more i can picture him with a super intellectual s/o, not just because of the vibes, but also because i think he’d take a genuine interest. not a lot of people would be interested in things like classics and history (i mean in my opinion it’s literally the coolest thing ever but from experience not everyone agrees 😭) and oscar definitely thinks you’re like the coolest person on earth 😭 he’ll ask you loadsss of questions about it just so he can hear you talk 🥹 and you can bet he’ll try to learn as much about it as he possibly can so he can impress you 😏😏 the man is a SIMP

— i don’t know whether a lot of other f1 fans think this ??? but i feel like oscar has surprisingly diverse music taste 🤔 like i can definitely picture him being into some of the old classics rather than current mainstream music (à la sebastian vettel) so i feel like you guys would have LOADS in common when it comes to music. oscar is definitely a huge blur fan (idk why he’s giving damon albarn vibes to me) BUT his guilty pleasure music is the smiths and fleetwood mac !!!! he’s a soft boy at heart 🥹 he’ll literally make you custom playlists and buy you vinyls if you’re into that stuff (pro boyfriend behaviour honestly)

— i feel like oscar will quite often be the voice of reason in your relationship. i mean we’ve all seen how chill he is (he genuinely reminds me of kimi he’s just completely deadpan 😭) so when you get emotional about something he’s always there to talk you down and help you feel better 🥹 and he’d be such a good listener too !! this man will literally sit and let you rant for HOURS if you need to without losing concentration 🥹 i also feel like oscar sometimes bottles things up ?? so when you can sense he’s doing that, you always try to coax him out and get him to talk to you about whatever it is that’s bothering him. you guys genuinely tell each other everything. you’re his confidant, and he yours 🤍

— + bonus head cannon !! sometimes oscar will surprise you or turn up at yours a day or so early after his races, and every single time he’ll bring you a new piece of jewellery from whatever country he’s just been in: whether it’s your favourite novelty earrings or a necklace or bracelet from one of those independent jewellery stores (the best jewellery imo) and he’d love just seeing your face light up every time !! 🥹 it’s not a particularly expensive gift, but you both love the authenticity of it and how personal it is to you ❤️

[byleranalysis]

You’re saying lightning is massive and then say st has a bigger budget than the avengers? 😂 one of the highest grossing films out there which you can google by the way there’s at least 4 avenger films in the top 10 including the most recent Spider-Man which all falls under marvel not to mention Disney links funding more money. Sorry but not buying st has a bigger budget with that one. Your biased shows highly too. Are we supposed to ignore the words spoken by characters? M said he loves E not w

The first Avengers has a budget lower than Stranger Things four. I was picking movies that are quite popular/people would recognize. I don’t like Marvel a whole lot if I am being honest.

Also… what am I supposed to feel by your words? Oh no! A marvel movie where a majority of the shots are CGI has a more expensive budget! Yeah? Budget is great. It plays into making each shot right and the creativity in being able to execute such. Disney will fire PA’s in an instant because they climb a ladder wrong, etc (happened to one of my friends rip). They are that specific with how sets are run because so much has to be right to get the frame you want (also safety/disney doesn’t like to be sued lol).

However, if I asked you who DP’d on those movies could you tell me? I know! Not because I am better or whatever but because I like to know who was in charge of the lighting department. Actually let’s take a look at that. Do you even know about the different departments on set? Let me remind you that this argument is about how looking deeper into shot composition is not looking into nothing. It’s literally why film is such an amazing medium. It’s visual. You can make every frame a painting! To think there is nothing deeper to them is like reading a classic book and saying there is no symbolism or figurative speech.

But let’s talk The Avengers. Cinematography Seamus McGarey in an interview he did— talks about his other work he has done aside from Avengers. It’s clearly obvious that lighting is used to heighten the audiences emotions and increase the subtext about the narrative. Note also: the camera is inherently incorporated in how he achieved these looks and feel.

Also— guess what? You talk about google? Why don’t you look up how importance visuals are in film or simply how they work.

Secondly, don’t trust the dialogue! You’re absolutely correct 👍🏻 It’s a “show, don’t tell medium”. While dialogue is important, it should be used to further understand the characters or provide depth that would otherwise not be known to the audience via visuals.

Wasn’t even trying to argue ships. I was simply explaining how shots are not just done for the aesthetic. There are millions of dollars being thrown on screen and to say there is no depth to such is throwing away the visual storytelling that is inherent to Stranger Things. Hell! The Duffers loved Spielberg growing up…

“The most amazing thing for me is that every single person who sees a movie, not necessarily one of my movies, brings a whole set of unique experiences. Now, through careful manipulation and good storytelling, you can get everybody to clap at the same time, to hopefully laugh at the same time, and to be afraid at the same time” - Spielberg.

If a movie or show has every made you cry, laugh, feel happy, or inspired— it’s from carefully manipulative things like lighting, shot type, etc, along with good storytelling.

I find it interesting that many are split about the monologue when the duffers have almost always been spot on with how the audience feels during a specific scene.

I feel every shot, every camera move, every frame, and the way you frame something and the choice of lens, I see all those things are really important on every shot. - Roger Deakins (easily the best cinematography… ever imo).

“The director of photography visualizes the picture purely from a photographic point of view, as determined by lights and the mood of the individual sequences and scenes. In other words, how to use angles, set-ups, lights, and camera as a means to tell the story” - John Alton

We disagree. Deal with it.

[13thdoctorposts]

There’s a lot of talk about 10 being on everything because he sells and because they have lots of pictures of him and he is the current Doctor etc. and when anyone says ‘yeah but there’s other doctors too’ you just hear these same points above come up over and over.

I haven’t seen proof beyond people just stating it as fact that he sells better then the other Doctors but even so it’s the 60th anniversary of Doctor Who not 10 or 14. They should be putting out more stuff with all the Doctors to celebrate all of them.

10/14 is being celebrated with 3 episodes, being the incumbent for 13 months and a number of stories. It wouldn’t hurt them to highlight some of the other Doctors too.

I’m lucky in the fact I’m a 13 fan so I’ve gotten some content this year but all the other Doctors haven’t really had anything.

So when you think your making a point about Jodie or 13 not selling you’re also saying no other Doctor sells or deserves to be celebrated, when in fact they should all have some stuff, it shouldn’t all be 10/14. Some people love all the Doctors equally, some people would buy products of any of the Doctors and I’m sure people who love 9, 11 and 12 would love some new stuff to get celebrate their Doctor and companions. And even though classic who might have a smaller fan base those Doctors should have stuff too.

Supermarkets don’t only stock apples because they sell the best they stock lots of different fruit because different people have different tastes, they can order lesser quantities of other fruit to sell and still make a good profit, because those people might not like apples but would buy a bag of oranges.

So stop insulting all the Doctors like none of them have selling power, or a fan base who would buy them, they all do even if it’s to different degrees and that can be catered for.

[thestobingirlie]

So much fic seems to miss how different things were in the 80s compared to now (also seem to forget how long ago stranger things is set... like season 1 is set 40 years ago this year.)

One thing I notice it a lot in is the talking about video/ the setting with Steve and Robin working at family video and just how home media worked.

First part of it, you can always tell when someone only grew up with dvd/ bluray/ video on demand. Because VHS did not have home menus, scene selection, or an additional features menu. You put the tape in and the only options were play, pause, fast forward or rewind. And when people write DVD instead of VHS for what family video offer. Like that format did not come out until the mid 90's and didn't overtake VHS until the early-mid 2000's, which lead to the monstrosities that were the combo DVD/VHS player. (I even saw one fic where Steve and Robin had to rewind returned DVD's. That is just not how it works.)

A lot of the time I think people don't understand is how new accessible home video/ home media was. Like when Steve and Robin start at family video, VHS was less than a decade old. Home video that was accessible and available to the masses only really came about with Betamax in 75 and VHS in 76. And because of that it was expensive, which is why rental stores were such a big thing. In the mid 80's a normal single-tape VHS could easily cost $80-$90, which is the equivalent of over $200. When Back To The Future was released on VHS in 86 it cost $80. So when its written that someone (often Eddie) has rented the same movie a few times, and they have Steve or Robin say that it would be cheaper to buy a copy, it just doesn't make sense.

Then its the time between theatrical release and home release. It could easily be a year between theatrical release and VHS release (Using BTTF again, theatrical release date was July 3rd 1985, VHS release was May 22nd 1986. So nearly 11 months.) And film companies didn't just release their entire back catalogue onto VHS right away. They looked at what was in demand. (Disney didn't finish releasing their "classics" onto VHS until well into the 90's). The one I see people getting wrong the most in fic is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Now I could see Robin and Eddie loving Rocky Horror, but they probably weren't all that aware of it. It was released in 75, but it wasn't available on VHS until 87 in the UK, and 1990 in the US, and it wasn't broadcast on TV until 93. Yes, there were midnight screenings in a lot of cities, but it was rated R, and they just might not have heard of it. (Sorry, but Rocky Horror is my other hyperfixation/ special interest and I could talk about it for hours on end). But, yeah, unless they'd managed to get hold of a bootleg copy, they probably hadn't seen it.

Sorry for the long ask, but this is just something that bugs me a little, because it would take just a few seconds to google it to find out if what they've written actually makes sense with the time it's set.

i read a fic that mentioned they were all watching a dvd and i literally stopped reading the fic. it just totally took me out of it.

obviously if you’re younger you won’t know as much about vhs, but it’s not that hard to find out (also, someone had to rewind dvds??? come on man, never having actually seen a vhs, sure. but have these people never watched a dvd??)

$80? that’s so expensive! i had no idea! i do love how you know so much about this tho lmao

people focus on the rocky horror picture show too much. i think it’s the only queer media they know from around the 80s, and while it’s fun, i really don’t think robin/steve/eddie would’ve known much about it, and if they did watch it, would probably be post st canon.

don’t worry about long asks! small things like that bug me too lol, especially because they’re so small it would take two seconds to look it up! but i guess if you’ve never really experienced 80s shit, you don’t even know you have to look stuff up.

[starseedfxofficial]

GBP/CHF + Rising Wedge: The Ultimate Forex Strategy Revealed British Pound Swiss Franc + Rising Wedge: Uncovering the Ultimate Forex Pattern for Success Ah, the British Pound (GBP) and Swiss Franc (CHF)—a pairing that sounds like an international power couple. If the Forex market were a dating show, these two would be the sophisticated, mildly mysterious pair that always keeps you guessing. But when the dreaded "rising wedge" comes into play, even the strongest relationships get tested. Don't worry, I've got your back. Today, we’re going to peel back the curtain on the GBP/CHF rising wedge and explore how to navigate this tricky terrain with humor, confidence, and a dash of insider knowledge. Rising Wedge: The Subtle Heartbreaker of Forex First things first—what on earth is a rising wedge? Picture this: you're in the kitchen trying to cut a loaf of bread, but the knife keeps getting stuck, inching upward every time. Eventually, you’re left with an uneven mess. That’s sort of what a rising wedge looks like on a chart—prices seem to go up, but each attempt grows weaker and weaker until, inevitably, things fall apart. The rising wedge is a bearish reversal pattern that hints at impending doom for bullish traders who don’t see it coming. The British Pound and Swiss Franc are no strangers to drama, and rising wedges are often where it plays out. A rising wedge forms as price moves higher but with increasingly tight swings. Imagine being in a relationship where arguments keep getting smaller, yet you can sense an inevitable blow-up. That’s the mood of a rising wedge. How to Spot the Rising Wedge in GBP/CHF Recognizing the rising wedge is crucial if you don’t want to be left holding the bag. You need to look for a narrowing price channel that’s ascending—meaning both the highs and lows are getting closer together, and all are rising. Here’s a quick cheat-sheet to help you recognize a rising wedge in GBP/CHF: - Higher Highs and Higher Lows: It’s got all the classic makings of an uptrend. But don’t be fooled—this isn’t just an uphill stroll. The trajectory is getting tighter and tighter, which means the trend is losing steam. - Volume Declines: If volume starts dropping while prices rise, it’s a bad sign. It’s like a party where people are leaving early—things might look fine, but everyone secretly knows it’s about to get boring. - Bearish Breakout: A true rising wedge ends with a bearish breakout. You’ll often see price plummet after it fails to push higher. This is like when your friend’s too-good-to-be-true relationship suddenly ends, and everyone’s like, “Yeah, we kinda saw that coming.” Trading the Rising Wedge in GBP/CHF: Timing Is Everything So, now you know how to spot it, but the real question is—how do you trade it? Just like trying to get out of an awkward social situation, timing is everything. - Wait for the Breakout: It’s tempting to jump in before things break down, but patience here can make all the difference. Wait for price to decisively break below the lower trend line of the wedge before placing a short position. It’s like waiting for that definitive piece of gossip before sharing it—you want confirmation that things are actually going south. - Set Realistic Targets: When trading a rising wedge, set your target at the start of the pattern—that’s often where price likes to return. In other words, expect things to revert to normalcy. Picture it like a rollercoaster: you go up and up, but eventually, you’re right back at the station. - Use Stop Loss Wisely: A stop loss above the last swing high can protect your position if you’re wrong. Remember, no one likes a hero—set that stop loss, and don’t try to go down with the ship. GBP/CHF: Why This Pair Loves Drama The British Pound and Swiss Franc have always been like that couple you know that gets into very public arguments, then buys each other flowers afterward. GBP is influenced heavily by UK economic data, Brexit news, and Bank of England decisions. Meanwhile, CHF is a safe haven, always ready to take on the role of the ‘calm one’ when things get wild globally. This combination means the GBP/CHF is ripe for dramatic moves—just when you think everything’s stable, something shifts. A rising wedge in GBP/CHF is particularly treacherous because of the fundamentally opposing forces at work: GBP wants to take risks, while CHF would prefer to keep things in cash, in a safe, and preferably underground. Advanced Ninja Tactics: Combining Indicators Spotting the rising wedge is great, but confirming it? Even better. Here’s where you can level up your game by combining indicators. - Relative Strength Index (RSI): If the RSI is diverging (falling) while GBP/CHF is climbing, that’s a classic confirmation of a weakening trend. It’s like the classic movie scene where someone is smiling on the outside but visibly sweating on the inside. - Volume Analysis: If volume drops as prices rise, the wedge is probably legit. Less volume means fewer people believe in the trend, like a movie sequel that just doesn’t live up to the hype—the audience thins out. - Moving Averages: Use a 50-period moving average. If price is above the moving average but the wedge is narrowing, you’ve got a ticking time bomb. When price drops below that moving average, consider it your green light for a short. Avoiding Common Pitfalls: Don’t Be Fooled by False Breakouts The rising wedge is notorious for false breakouts. Picture Wile E. Coyote running off a cliff, legs spinning in mid-air before realizing he’s about to drop. A similar thing can happen if you act too soon. Here’s how to avoid it: - Wait for a Close Below the Trendline: Don’t jump the gun. Wait for the price to close below the wedge trendline. False breaks often wick below the trendline, only to reverse. - Use Multi-Timeframe Analysis: A rising wedge on the hourly chart? Check the four-hour or daily charts for confirmation. If higher timeframes aren’t aligning with a bearish view, it might not be the best time to enter. Expert Quotes: Rising Wedge Wisdom John Murphy, the godfather of technical analysis, once said, “Volume precedes price.” This couldn’t be truer for rising wedges. A wedge without falling volume is like a thriller movie without suspense—it just doesn’t work. Peter Brandt, a trading legend, also notes, “Patterns don’t lie, people do.” If you see a rising wedge and want to convince yourself it’s not happening—think again. Stick to the rules, because price patterns reflect collective market psychology, and the market rarely cares about your feelings. Mastering the Rising Wedge in GBP/CHF The British Pound and Swiss Franc pairing, coupled with a rising wedge pattern, presents both challenge and opportunity. The key lies in recognizing the pattern, waiting for confirmation, and using advanced tools to navigate the twists and turns. When others are caught by surprise, you’ll be prepared—with a strategy that’s clear, a plan for action, and hopefully, a smile knowing you read this guide. If you’re eager for more tactical trading insights, be sure to check out our StarseedFX community, where we uncover underground trends, offer advanced resources, and help traders at all levels sharpen their skills. Remember, the market can be like a soap opera—full of twists, turns, and drama—but with the right strategies, you can thrive amidst the chaos. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

[suckitsurveys]

If I were to yell at you right now, what would you do? Probably just cry. I’m so tired and emotional right now.

Do you empathize with people often? Sure.

Which do you prefer, Iced Tea or Fruit Punch? Iced tea.

Have you ever been stung by a bee? Nope.

Did you read Where The Wild Things Are when you were little? I did, it’s a classic.

Did you ever had one of those cash register toys? I did! I had a whole like, kiosk? I don’t know what to call it, lol. It was like a play kitchen but a check out lane instead.

Do you have a collage of family pictures somewhere in your house? Kinda, sure.

How many wooden spoons are in your household? A handful.

Are you excited to go back to school? I’m done with school thank fucking god .

Has anyone ever thrown a cup of liquid on you? I mean, it’s possible? Maybe during like a water fight or something?.

Have you ever faked sick at school just to go home? Oh yes.

Do you always watch something on tv on your home sick days? I mean, as a kid I’d get to watch shitty day time TV or whatever my mom was watching.

Can you recommend me a book, right now? No.

Are any of your siblings friends like family to you? My sibling isn’t even like family to me right now.

Do you prefer colouring with crayons or coloured pencils? Both can be nice, just kinda depends on what I’m coloring.

Do you watch the SuperBowl because you like football? No, I “watch” for the commercials and the half-time show, and to see if I won anything from the squares I always end up buying lol.

Are you sick of all of these people trying to find love on VH1? Is that still happening?.

Did you ever watch Beauty and the Geek? Probably, it sounds familiar.

Do you enjoy cleaning? Sometimes.

Have you read any of Ellen Hopkins’ books? No.

Do you even like to read? I don’t have the attention span for it. I get too distracted in my own head and have to re-read stuff over and over and it’s just not enjoyable to me.

If your house was on fire, what would you save? My husband and my cats first and foremost.

Have you ever pretended to have a good time for the sake of someone else? Oh, of course.

Are you good at understanding baby talk? My nieces, yeah. They don’t really baby-talk anymore though.

What wouldn’t you want anybody to steal? Um, anything that belongs to me?

What was the last movie that you saw in the theaters? The shorts that were nominated for Oscars.

Have you ever gotten your clothes mixed up with your mum’s? Yeah at one point or another.

Do you share clothes with your friends? Not really, no.

Who was the last person/thing to lick you? My cat Ramona.

Have you ever read one of those PostSecret books? Not the books but I used to look at the site all the time.

Do you have a favorite Armor For Sleep song? Never heard of them.

Can you pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time? Sure.

Have you ever changed a baby’s diaper? Yes.

Did you have many baby dolls when you were little? Not really baby dolls, no. I had more Barbies, Little People, Polly Pocket, and those Fisher Price figurines.

Does the peanut butter or jelly make the sandwich? I think the ratio of jelly makes the sandwich.

Have you ever kept a diary? Eh.

Is there always a supply of KoolAid in your fridge? Nope.

What is your favorite show on Nick At Nite? Oh man I used to LOVE Nick At Nite! Three’s Company and I Love Lucy were probably my favorites but I remember loving I Dream of Jeanie and Bewitched too.

If you had the chance to live anywhere in Europe, where would it be? I’m okay.

Do you have a favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? Nah.

Are you good at drawing self portraits? Not at all.

A plane crashes on the border of Canada. Where do you bury the survivors? I hope you aren’t burying people alive, bro.

Do you think that you’re good at riddles? Sure.

Trix or Cheerios? Cheerios, but Trix are great too.

[survey--s]

481.

What is the color of the last towel you used? White.

Are you listening to music right now? If so, whatcha listening to? No, I’m watching Friends.

Would you rather have a hippo or rhino dropped on you? I’m gonna go with hippo so there’s no risk of me being impaled by a horn before I get squashed to death, lol.

Do you walk a lot? Yeah, my business IS walking lol. I average 12-16k steps per day during the week, but it’s generally a lot less at weekends.

If you’re still in school, what number is your locker? What color is it? I haven’t been in school for well over a decade, but when I was, we didn’t have lockers or anything like that - we just had to carry all our stuff around all day.

Do you have any super silly nicknames? Mike calls me all sorts of stupid things lol.

Have you ever heard of the Japanese snack Yan Yan? No, but I’m really into Japanese snacks and stuff at the moment so I might have to look it up.

Do you watch sports? Which ones, if any? Sometimes I watch Wimbledon or skiing but generally I find sports pretty boring to sit and watch.

Do you enjoy the great outdoors? Sure, as long as the weather is good.

Do you like cream soda? It’s okay. I’ll drink it if there’s all there is but it’s not something I’d pick voluntarily.

Is there anyone who hates you? Probably.

What color is your cell phone? Blue - only because I ordered it and didn’t realise I hadn’t changed the colour to the one I wanted lol. I couldn’t be bothered to cancel the order just get a pink one.

Are you on any medications? Yeah, for my periods, but I only take them for a few days each month.

What is the last piece of mail you received? How about e-mail? Mail - something about car insurance. E-mail - an update about an order I placed for cat litter lol.

Who is your 15th contact in your phone? Emma.

Name something you like about school. I hated school.

Do you eat meat, or are you a vegetarian? I eat meat.

Have you ever cried in front of a teacher? Yeah, a few times when I was younger.

Have you ever cried BECAUSE of a teacher? Most definitely.

Do you do a :) or a (:? :). Both, I suppose.

Do you have a facebook? Do you go on it often, if you do? Yeah, I use it daily as I run my business through there and use a lot of groups and stuff there too.

What is the closest gas station to you? There’s a Shell garage about two minutes drive away, if that.

Who did you last see in concert? I haven’t been to a concert in years.

What grade are you in? I graduated university over a decade ago.

Granny smith or delicious red apples? I prefer red/pink apples. Normally we buy Pink Lady ones.

If you could meet one famous person, who would it be? How come? Barack Obama, just because he seems like a really interesting person.

Are paper clips fun to play with? They were in the days before the internet, lol.

Can you speak any other language? French - plus a little Italian and German.

Do you prefer mechanical pencils or regular pencils? Regular ones as I always manage to break the mechanical ones.

Do you have a job? What’s your job? Yeah, I run my own dog walking business.

Do you take advil, tylenol, or ibuprofen? Ibuprofen.

Why is the sky blue? Something to do with molecules in the atmosphere and how short the waves are.

Do you enjoy classic rock? I do indeed.

Have you ever heard of the band Citizen Cope? If not, look them up, they’re really good. I’ve never heard of them in my life.

Is your alarm clock set right now? No, but it will be set before I got to bed tonight.

What kind of music do you listen to the most? Depends on my mood - lately it’s been country.

Are you itchy right now? My nose just started itching as I read this question, lol.

Do you like pine trees, or do think the sap is too annoying? I don’t really have a strong opinion but they do smell pretty good.

Mountains or beach? I love both for different reasons.

What is the closest purple object to you? The wax in the wax burner. It’s cherry scented.

Are your walls blank or covered with pictures/posters? Blank mostly, but there are a few photos/paintings up.

Have you ever tried veggie burgers? Sure, I was vegetarian for several years as a teenager.

Do you have anything on your wrists? Nope.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I really don’t see the benefit in planning that far into the future - nobody knows what’s around the corner.

Do you have a mirror in the room you are in? No.

Have you ever had corn nuts? I have no idea what those are.

Do you smoke? I don’t.