book. coffee

Title: Strawberry Pie

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I love feedback! Love it, hate it. Yolo

Word Count: 3,672


You twisted the last piece of hair into place, securing it with a bobby pin. You had finished getting ready in record time; looking in the mirror you smiled, satisfied with the final result. What you were getting ready for however, was a mystery to you. Morgan had called you a few hours earlier; telling you to be ready at 7:00 and the two of you would be going ‘somewhere nice’.

His latest road trip had kept him out of town for the past 9 days and he was scheduled to be arriving home late this afternoon. He was usually exhausted after being out of town for so long and the two of you would spend his first day back lazing around; you were excited for a change of pace.

You walked to the living room and curled onto the sofa pulling a book off the coffee table as you waited for Morgan. You glanced at the clock on the wall, only 30 minutes until he picked you up. You started reading but were soon distracted by thoughts of Morgan. You smiled, remembering how the two of you had met 3 years ago…

About 3 weeks after arriving in Toronto, you were working the overnight shift at a local diner. The move had drained your savings; so on top of your full time job, you decided to pick up some night and weekend shifts at the George Street diner.  The diner emptied as the clock hit 3:00 am; your coworker decided to go outside for a smoke break, leaving you alone in the empty eatery. You glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing you had another 3 hours of your shift left. Your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since dinner. Your eyes settled on the illuminated dessert case; after a moment of careful contemplation you pulled the strawberry pie out of the case and cut yourself a slice. Standing behind the counter you had just shoved a forkful of pie in your mouth when the bell on the door jingled and a handsome man, dressed in a suit, walked into the diner. He surveyed the room, taking in the empty booths and stools. Struggling to choke down your mouthful of pie, you watched as he walked towards you, taking a seat at the counter in front of you, and smiled.

“Hi. I’m so sorry.” You said, quickly stashing the remaining dessert under the counter, out of the sight. “Can I get you anything to drink?” you asked, sliding him a menu.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” He smiled. “Could I get a cup of decaf coffee?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” You said, scurrying over to the coffee pots, filling a mug and returning to him. You slid the dish of sugar and creamers towards him as he glanced over the menu. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll take your order. I’ll be really easy to find.” You joked.

He grinned at you before asking, “What were you eating when I walked in here? It looked good.”

“Strawberry pie; the owner makes it fresh every day. It’s amazing.” You said.

“I’ll take slice of the strawberry pie then.” He said; you turning to cut another slice. “And please, join me.” He said gesturing to the empty counter space in front of him.

You set the pie and fork down in front of him. “Oh, no. I’m not supposed to eat in front of customers.” You said shaking your head.

“Who’s gonna find out?” he questioned, spinning around on his stool. Your gaze followed his as he looked at all the empty seats. “I won’t tell. I promise.” He said as his stool came to a stop, facing you once again.

You bit your lip, thinking. Going against your goody-goody nature, you pulled your plate and fork from under the counter, taking another bite. You chewed for a moment, taking him I as he dug into his slice. His hair was tidy, his suit crisp. Usually the customers you had at this time of night were not so carefully put together.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here at this time of night in such a nice suit?” you asked.

“I work for the Maple Leafs.” He responded simply. “Hosted a fancy charity event tonight; had to look like a gentlemen to convince the old, rich folks to fork out the cash for a good cause.” He said, cutting into his pie with the side of his fork. You chuckled as he continued. “The meal was one of those $10,000 per table things; lots of tiny, weird food that people pretend they like but only so they seem impressive to other rich people.” He finished, taking a bite of pie.

“So you’re here because you’re opposed to tiny, weird food?” You laugh.

“Oh yeah, I got distracted; this pie is really, really good.” He said, swallowing. “The fancy food sucked, so I needed sustenance for the ride home. Otherwise I may have starved… to death.” He concluded dramatically, popping the last of the crust into his mouth.

“Oh, wow. Glad to know I was able to save your life with a single slice of pie.” You said.

“I owe you a huge debt.” He said, bowing in his seat. “I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked.

“(Y/N)” You stated, as he extended his hand to shake yours.

“Very nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Morgan.” He said as he stood; his empty plate in front of him. “Thank you for the pie and the company.” He said as he dropped at $10 bill on the counter, turning and walking to the exit, the door jingling as he pushed it open.

“If you ever need a pie recommendation again, I’ll be here.” You replied as he waved goodbye, the door falling shut behind him.

He came in a few more times throughout the next few weeks, always ordering a slice of strawberry pie. After six months of seeing him come bustling in and out of the diner, he asked for your phone number. You started causally dating, not sure of where your relationship was heading, until one night he knocked on your door after a particularly rough loss to Detroit; two slices of strawberry pie in hand. The two of you talked through the early hours of the morning. As the exhaustion of the day set in, Morgan laid all his cards on the table. He wanted you, only you. The thought of you being with other guys was tearing at him from the inside.  He needed you to know how he felt. The rest was pretty much history. It was only a few more days until you were being introduced as his girlfriend.

You jumped off the sofa when you heard the knock on the door. You pulled it open, revealing a smiling Morgan dressed in a navy suit, looking as handsome as ever. He was holding a bouquet of pink lilies, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at you. “Hey, babe, I’ve missed you.” he smiled as he handed you the flowers, stepping into the apartment.

“I’m so glad you’re back.“ you mumbled, engulfing him in a hug. His strong arms wrapped around you, careful not to crush the lilies that were trapped between the two of you. You breathed him in, the familiar scent of his cologne surrounding you.

"Me, too. At least we have a full week before the next trip.” he pulled back slightly, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“So where are we headed?” you asked, stepping back, your lilies in hand.

“Can’t tell you; it’s a surprise.” He said shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

You turned to the kitchen, pulling out a vase and filling it with water before carefully arranging the lilies. “You’re really not going to tell me?” you said as he leaned against the wall, smiling as he watched you.

“Nope, not gonna ruin the surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.” Morgan responded.

“Morgan, you know I don’t like surprises!” you laughed as you walked over to him, rising to your toes to kiss him gently.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll like this one.” he smiled. “I know what you’re trying to do, your kisses won’t break me!” declared, turning to walk into the living room.

“Can you at least tell me if I’m properly dressed for the occasion?” you asked as you followed him into the living room, modeling the simple dress you had chosen for the evening. “I mean, you look like you could be on a runway right now and I don’t want to look like I’m headed to my first communion.”

“You look beautiful, babe. Perfect.” he laughed. He walked over to the closet, pulling out your coat. “Ready to go?” he asked as he held it up; you turning around slipping your arms in the sleeves as Morgan lifted it over your shoulders.

“I guess so.” You said, slipping your hand into his as you pulled him out the door. “Even though I don’t know where we’re going.” You said; flashing him your best pouty face as you locked the door behind you.

“My lips are sealed, woman. Stop trying to crack me!” he laughed as you walked out to his car, noticing him tug on his right earlobe, something he only did when he was nervous.

“For all the secrecy, this had better be worth it.” you smirked, as he held the car door open for you before heading around to the driver’s side. The sun was beginning to set as he pulled onto the road. You were surprised when he made a left turn, instead of heading into downtown Toronto; he was heading in the opposite direction. You glanced over at him; seemingly sensing your question before you asked Morgan simply stated “Heading to this place out toward London.” Satisfied with his answer you nodded; Morgan reaching over the center console, pulling your hand from you lap and lacing his fingers through yours. You smiled; happy to be close to him, happy to have him home.

Being with Morgan was absolutely worth all the time you spent apart; but even after dating for the past 3 years, it didn’t get any easier when he had to go on the road. His homecomings were always sweet, but with the looming sadness of knowing he’d be gone again in a matter of days. Morgan lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin before settling your entwined hands back on his thigh. You chatted about your job, how the road trip went, what to get his mom for her upcoming birthday, and the upcoming charity event you’d be attending for the Leafs. The longer you drove the more you noticed the unease in Morgan’s body language. He was chewing on his lip and still pulling on his right earlobe.

“Morgan, are you alright?” you finally asked. “Yeah (Y/N), I’m fine. Just been on planes so much the past few days, all the sitting is making me restless.” he responded quickly. “You don’t have to worry – shit.” the last of his sentence was cut off as car engine sputtered. Morgan slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, just as the engine died. “Fuck.” Morgan muttered under his breath.

He popped the hood before getting out of the driver’s seat and walking to the front of car. As good as he was at so many things; you knew one thing he was not was a mechanic. You waited a few minutes in the passenger’s seat, hearing a few clicks and bangs before sliding out of the car and walking to the front of the car to stand with Morgan. “I can call a tow service or AAA.” you offered.

“That’ll take too long, babe.” he sighed. “We have to get to town for your surprise.” he muttered, struggling to check the coolant and oil levels in the dark.

“It’s not like either of us are car experts. I know you have plans, but if we miss a reservation or something it’s okay.” you stated, shoving your hands in your coat pockets, looking under the hood.

“It’s not okay! I’ve had these plans set up for a while now, and we need to arrive on time.” he said, the frustration evident in his voice. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing over the engine and air filter before emitting a large sigh.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Unless you’ve taken up learning car mechanics in your free time, there’s not.” he responded flatly, throwing his hand up in exasperation.

You walked back to the passenger’s seat, knowing that there was nothing you could do except wait for Morgan to calm down and call a tow service. You heard him yell “FUCK!” before slamming the hood of the car down. You watched as leaned against the front of the car, his back to you, and pulled his cell from his pocket, punching something into his phone.

You sighed, popping the glove compartment open; you rummaged through the contents to find the manual. Knowing there was nothing you could actually do to help the current state of the car; it would at least make you feel like you were doing something productive. Finding the manual, you struggled to free it from the other items in the glove compartment. As you pulled the manual out, an assortment of other items fell to the ground. You set the manual on the dash as you cleaned up your mess. Reaching down you put away a fallen flashlight, a pen, a screwdriver, and small cloth bag. Curious, you opened the bag; revealing a small box. After a moment of examination you realized it was a jewelry box; more specifically, a ring box. Your breath caught in your throat, knowing you shouldn’t open it, but you couldn’t help yourself. You cracked open the box, revealing beautiful ring; the large diamond in the center was surrounded by a series of smaller stones. You almost dropped it when you heard the driver’s side door open. Looking up, Morgan stared at you, his mouth agape.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have opened it.” you whispered looking over at him. “Is this why you were so adamant about getting to wherever we were going on time?”

“Uh, yeah. Um… I had a bunch of stuff set up, but now with the car… and you finding the ring, it doesn’t really matter anymore.” he said, the nerves evident in his voice.

“I hope it still matters, Mo.” You said, watching Morgan play nervously with his tie.

“Of course it stills matters, but the reservation and other stuff I set up are wasted.” He sighed, slipping into the driver’s seat and closing the door. Facing forward, you watched as he swallowed hard, trying to calm himself down. “I wanted this to be the most special moment of your life.”

“Babe, it will be the most special moment of my life.” You said, reaching over, resting your hand on his thigh. “I appreciate the effort behind it, but it would have been special any way or anywhere you chose to ask me.”

“But babe you deserve something better than getting proposed to on my front porch after a trip to Olive Garden.” He sighed, leaning his head against headrest.

“What you think I deserve isn’t important right now. What I want is what matters; and what I want is to be with you. Forever. That’s what matters; not where you propose. It could at a 5 star restaurant or behind a dumpster and I’d be happy.” you reached up, gently turning his face to yours. “And what’s wrong with Olive Garden? How can you go wrong with unlimited breadsticks?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.

He smirked at you and rolled his eyes. “If all you want is me and unlimited breadsticks, this marriage thing is going to be easier than I thought.” he grinned. “So, now what? I mean, you’re holding the ring.”

“You could ask me now. Then you can stop tugging on your earlobe.” You grinned.

“You know what; I have an idea.” He said after a moment.  “It’s something you can tell your family about without mentioning the part where I don’t know how to fix a car.” He said reaching over and taking the ring box from your hands and slipping it into pocket.

Headlights came into view behind you, watching as the tow truck pulled in front of you. Morgan jumped out of the car, motioning for you to stay put, he walked over to the driver. Jake showed him something on his phone and spoke to him for a few moments before walking over the car and opening the door for you. You climbed out, watching as the tow truck driver hooked Jake’s car onto the pulley system, lifting it onto the back of the truck.

“Alright, she’s ready to go.” The driver said, motioning to the passenger side door.

You glanced at Morgan. “When you tell this part of the story, just tell people it was a limo, eh?” he glanced down at you hopefully as he walked you over to the truck, pulling the door open for you.

“Got it.” You grinned, stepping up into the truck, Morgan’s hands wrapping around your waist, giving you a boost into the high seat. He pulled himself up behind you, closing the door. The ride back to into Toronto was silent, the hour late. You were getting tired, your eyes falling closed, your head on Morgan’s shoulder. Soon, Morgan was gently shaking you awake.

“Babe, we’re here.” He whispered softly as you awoke. He helped you out of the truck, thanking the driver and making arrangements for the repairs. You yawned, taking in your surroundings properly. You looked across the street, there it was, the George Street Diner. You heard the tow truck pulling away as Morgan stepped beside you, placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you into the diner. “Pick a good table for us.” He said as he walked to the counter, speaking with the waitress.

You sat at the corner booth, the best table to watch what was happening out on the street. You smiled as you looked around, remembering how much you loved this place. You hadn’t been back much since you had left; after you had gotten back on your feet you had quit to focus on your full time job and to spend more time with Morgan. You slipped off your coat, putting it beside you in the booth as Morgan came back, slipping into the seat across from you. A waitress followed shortly after, setting down two cups of coffee.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, crossing his arms on the table.

“Go for it.” You replied.

“I hate pie.” He admitted. “The only reason I got pie here the night we met was because you recommend it. I didn’t want you to walk away and take my order to the kitchen, so I ordered pie so I could sit and talk with you.” He said sheepishly.

“Mo, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  You said laughing as you reached across the table, grabbing his hand. “You ordered a slice of pie every single time you came in here after that night.”

“Yeah, but by that time it felt like tradition and I wanted you to know I valued your dessert opinions.” He said smirking.

You laughed as the waitress came back, this time with two pieces of strawberry pie. Setting a plate in front of each of you, she nodded at Morgan before walking away.

“Morgan, after all this time, you finally confess that you hate pie and you got yourself a slice anyway?” you said looking at the giant piece of strawberry pie sitting in front of him.

“I told you, it’s a tradition.” He shrugged, grabbing the fork off his plate and taking a huge bite. “It’s not so bad.”

You grabbed your fork, about to break through the top layer of crust, when you noticed the ring perched on top of your slice of pie. You smiled, looking up as Morgan slid out of the booth, coming to kneel beside you.

He reached onto the table, resting his hand over yours as he took a deep breath. “(Y/N), when I walked into this diner 3 years ago, I had no idea I would find the love of a lifetime. The life you’ve chosen to live with me isn’t an easy one. My schedule, my friends, my job; nothing in my life has ever been consistent; but the one thing that’s remained constant over the past 3 years has been my love for you. You love me, you support me, you take care of me; and I want to keep doing the same for you, for the rest of my life. (Y/N), will you marry me?” he asked, nervously, his blue eyes gazing into yours.

“Mo, of course I’ll marry you.” You grinned, blinking hard as tears threatened to spill. Watching as he plucked the ring off your slice of pie. “I don’t know what your initial plan was, babe, but it couldn’t have been more perfect that this.” You said, as he slipped the ring on your finger, tears rolling down your smiling face. Morgan slipped into the booth beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.  Looking down at the ring that now adorned your finger; you smiled as you looked back up at Morgan. His thumb gently brushed the tears off your cheek, he pressed his mouth to yours, the taste of strawberry still on his lips.  

“I love you, (Y/N).” he said breathlessly as he pulled away from you a few moments later.

“I love you.” You smiled.


HockeyWritingCollective Masterlist (X)

Take a page from Antoine Leiris: the only way to move past hate is with love (gorgeous photo by @azureads )
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#bookstagram #winter #cozy #amreading #books #nyc #reading #paris #coffee

Write a story including a set of three things

1) A sewer, a phone call, a broken leg 

2) A blanket, a shooting star, grass stains 

3) A crystal, a candle, a broken window 

4) A shop, midnight, a bike 

5) Thunderstorms, an island, fog 

6) Mirrors, a very old book, a sock 

7) Coffee, a road trip, a high school yearbook 

8) Retrograde amnesia, a car, duct tape 

9) Mountains, whispers, a newspaper 

10) Cigarettes, paint, a power outage 

Yay, I love these!! Thanks for the tag @purple-moon-blossom

Rules: Answer all questions, then add one question of your own

Coke or Pepsi: There’s not really much of a difference between the two, but I’ll go with Pepsi.

Disney or DreamWorks: Aw man, that’s a tough one. Can’t I choose both? No? Disney then, sorry DW.

Coffee or tea: Coffee!

Books or movies: Movies

Windows or Mac: Windows

DC or Marvel: Marvel

Xbox or Playstation: I don’t have either, but I’ll go with Xbox.

Dragon age or Mass effect: ???

Night owl or early riser: Night owl

Cards or chess: Cards

Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate

Vans or converse: Converse

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: ???

Fluff or angst: Angst 😈

Beach or forest: Forest

Dogs or cats: Cats rule!

Clear skies or rain: Rain

Cooking or eating out: Eating out

Spicy food or mild food: Mild

Halloween/Samhaim/Solstice/ yule/ Christmas: Again with the tough questions?! I love both equally.

Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot (and no the winter coats and AC are not an option): Damn it! Guess I’ll have to pick hot.

If you could have a super power, what would it be: Hmm, I don’t know.

Animation or live action: Animation

Paragon or renegade: ???

Baths or showers: Showers

Team Cap or Team Ironman: Ironman, I guess.

Fantasy or sci fi: Sci Fi

Do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they? If not do you think you will in the future?: Probably.

YouTube or Netflix: YouTube

Classic Disney, Disney Renaissance or Modern Disney?: It’s all great in my opinion.

What would you tell your younger self: Work sucks, stay in school :P

If you could change one thing about the world around you, what would it be?: Like everything. The world needs a total makeover :(

Make music or listen to music: Listen

Shakespeare’s comedies or tragedies: Tragedies

What song do you have stuck in your head right now?: I’d chime in with “haven’t you ever heard of closing the god damn door…” I can’t remember what it’s called, but it’s by Panic! At the Disco.

Going to a concert or a huge party: Concert

Favorite animal: Cat

Favorite TV show(s): Regular Show, The Amazing World of Gumball, Adventure Time, We Bare Bears, The Simpsons, Family Guy, American Dad, Bobs Burgers, Rick and Morty, Gravity Falls, Once upon a Time, Bojack Horseman, The Penguins of Madagascar, etc.

Favourite Disney movie: There’s a lot I love. I don’t have a favourite, Zootopia’s one of them though.

Favourite Movie you watched in 2016? Doesn’t have to had come out in 2016, just something new to you: Zootopia, Kung fu Panda 3, Storks, Moana.

Dearest childhood memory: Getting my first cat on my birthday.

The language you would love to learn: I don’t know, they’re all neat.

How many body mods do you have? I only have my ears pierced as of right now.

What inspires you?

I tag: @theghostlygem @lapis-lazuliie @mordeshakes @mordebloggirl97 @bensonphonia @rigleenshipper @eileen-thepizzaqueen @rigleen-trash-boat @rigbyfangirl233 @stonecoldstoryx @doompatrol @couala @flutteringpie @flufflepops @kirbyrainboom @krysbluejay92 @burritodetodo @kokliz @nanaminch @mistress-of-tea-leaves @the-bus-called-graveyard-8 @leche-con-galletitas18 and anyone else who wants to do it :D

Fic author appreciation!  What did I read this week:

Pillow Talk Prompt by @lizann5869  Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, TenII/Rose

Starry Conversations by @ofstormsandwolves  Ten/Rose

Bad Wolf Books and Coffee by @ofstormsandwolves  Ten/Rose AU

I Fall In Love With You Every Day by @hellostarlight20  Nine/Rose

Things That Need Saying by @lizann5869  TenII/Rose

A Hand To Hold by @lizann5869  TenII/Rose

Will You by @hanluvr  TenII/Rose

Are You Bleeding Prompt by @lastbluetardis  TenII/Rose

I’m keeping the gryphon character, palette may change very slightly, add some simple markings possibly, but otherwise she’s a new character named Solana. Idk much else. I don’t often name random characters or give them specific personalities besides story characters or sonas, but I’ll do that more often now. She likes running, metal music, and playing mobile games of varying quality (main pastime when not with friends). Prefers games over books, tea over coffee, morning over night, hot over cold. Has primarily hyperactive ADHD. Is pansexual. Human counterpart design would be Mexican American around California/Baja California (relatives).

I’ll do this more often for character design exercises and just for fun in general. hmu if any of my characters are described or presented in disrespectful ways regarding any features especially regarding behaviors, disabilities, disorders, etc.

Added note: “Human counterpart design” basically means “in the cases where I imagine a human AU (which is not all of my characters) their race and nationality are…”

i was tagged by @teendeath thank u ily <333

1. coke or pepsi: neither lmao
2. disney or dreamworks: disney hell yeah
3. coffee or tea: coffee i live off of coffee
4. books or movies: books
5. windows or mac: i dont know
6. dc or marvel: marvel
7. x-box or playstation: xbox 
8. dragon age or mass effect: ??? pass?????
9. night owl or early riser: night owl
10. cards or chess: cards
11. chocolate or vanilla: vanilla!!!! i lov chocolate but i choose vanilla over it
12. vans or converse: converse
13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ??????????????????
14. fluff or angst: angst 
15. beach or forest: forest
16. dogs or cats: dogs omg cats can suck my ass
17. clear skies or rain: rain
18. cooking or eating out: cooking
19. spicy food or mild food: mild food bc im White
20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas!!
21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold i lov the cold
22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: reading minds bc i never know what the fuck people are Actually Saying
23. animation or live action: live action
24. paragon or renegade: ????????
25. baths or showers: showers
26. team cap or team ironman: team cap!!! tony stark can choke
27. fantasy or sci-fi: sci-fi
28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: uhhh nothing off the top of my head???
29. youtube or netflix: netflix
30. harry potter or percy jackson: percy jackson (but NOT heroes of olympus that was trasH)
31. when do you feel accomplished: when i dont harm myself lol
32. star wars or star trek: neither
33. paperback books or hardcover books: H AR D COV E R
34. to live in a world without literature or without music?: without music
35. who was the last person to make you laugh? my friends sofia and jaclyn
36: city or countryside? city omg
37: favorite chips? idk??????
38: pants or dresses? pants dresses show my Legs
39: libraries or museums? bOTH binch u think i can choose
40: character driven stories or plot driven stories? character driven stories
41: fairy tales or mythology? mythology 
42: pen or pencil? pencil bc i always make Mistakes
43. the stars or the moon? the moon shes the loml

im tagging: @heckdudes @mlghorns @buckysbumpkin @softesebastian @boudhirook @iahgallagher @safetyrepublic @allisonrnolds @words-for-glory @thoughtsofadyingneil @kokoiki 

i was tagged by: @pitybabiie lov u angel girl (tbh that’s my nickname for you)

rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. coke or pepsi: coke

2. disney or dreamworks: dreamworks animation is soo good

3. coffee or tea: coffee

4. books or movies: movies

5. windows or mac: windows

6. dc or marvel: preference for marvel but i like both

7. x-box or playstation: xbox

8. dragon age or mass effect: dragon age (i’m medieval rpg trash)

9. night owl or early riser: night owl

10. cards or chess: cards (idk how to play chess)

11. chocolate or vanilla: vanilla

12. vans or converse: vans

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: lavellan (i always pick elves)

14. fluff or angst: angst bc i like suffering

15. beach or forest: forest

16. dogs or cats: cats

17. clear skies or rain: clear skies lately

18. cooking or eating out: eating out

19. spicy food or mild food: spicy

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: halloweeen/samhain

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold i naturally run warm it can be annoying

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: angel wings so i can fly

23. animation or live action: animation

24. paragon or renegade: renegrade (there are so many video game questions)

25. baths or showers: showers

26. team cap or team ironman: team ironman

27. fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: “Don’t blink. Don’t blink. Cut off your eyelids with a pocket knife and wave them like tiny flags that say look at me I’m not afraid.” Sarah Certa, anything by kelly link, trista mateer, clementine von radics, & warsan shire

29. youtube or netflix: youtube

30. harry potter or percy jackson: i’ll pass

31. when do you feel accomplished: when my ap euro teacher tells me i did a good job (i cried one time it was super weird)

32. star wars or star trek: this is hard so both

33. paperback books or hardback books: hardcovers are sexy but expensive

34. handwriting or typing: handwriting

35. Poetry or Prose: prose is inherently superior

36: Smoothie or Milkshake: smoothie i lov fruit

37. Walking or Bicycling: biking is better

no way i can tag 37 people but i tag: @borderline-doll, @starletsuicide, @heartshapedspiderweb, @syrup–amour, @droplings, @dollsfilth, @drearydoll, @faeriepollen, @rottenrosette, @pr0serpinaa, @hazyhoneymoon, & @opheli-ae