forget the rules if you like it wear it

Being an INTJ

- most likely wearing dark shades of any colour really.

- staring.. af.

- either having a blank face or crazy expressions.

- looking lost but actually just overanalyzing best road possibilities.

- sometimes oversharing, sometimes requiring extreme privacy.. about anything.

- obeying rules only when they make sense.

- being sarcastic to a point where it’s intolerable.

- kinkyyyyyyy.

- hugs? ew. Give me more. Wait, let me show you how i like to be hugged. Uh, oh, that was too long.. ok.. just.. forget about it.

- being able to deal with any possible shit, until.. FUCK THIS IM OUT GET OFF OF ME ALL OF YOU.

How to be productive

My tips may look weird, but when I’m following them, I’m able to deal with all my problems and stay healthy both physically and mentally. I’m ESTJ, btw.

My student life in a few words:

  • a way to university takes from 1h 30 min to 2 hours;
  • study from Monday to Saturday (6 days a week);
  • can’t choose subjects: study what is given;
  • spend about 6-7 hours at university: there is 10-minutes break every 1h 20 min;
  • have to move from one building to another which are situated in different parts of Moscow.

Some tips:

  1. Sleep no less than 7 hours and no more than 9. If you don’t follow this rule, you’ll suffer from headache, sleepiness, inability to stay focus for a long time and bad mood. It’s difficult for me to follow this rule, when I have to get up at 6 o’clock, but at least I try to do that.
  2. Pack all necessary things before going to sleep. It will guarantee that you won’t forget your completed homework at home. Also it’s a good idea to check weather forecast in advance and decide what to wear tomorrow.
  3. Don’t drink too much tea. Yes, it helps you to be more focused and calm, but if you drink huge amounts of tea, your body will lose some important elements like Mg, you’ll suffer from insomnia, your teeth will become yellow. Keep it in mind after drinking the 5th cup of tea.
  4. If you’re tired after classes, don’t revise anything. I’m not a lazy person, but after 4 classes I want to listen to silence and absorb all information I’ve got during a day. If I do revise my notes, after a several days I feel depressed because of a huge amount of information. Plus I don’t have opportunity to revise my notes during breaks and I think it’s better to eat something healthy or reduce stress by talking to your classmates.
  5. I have to memorize about 40 words per day and only have 4-5 hours before midnight to do all my homework. That’s way I prefer to use hand-writing. It helps me to write fast, memorize spelling and meaning of words.
  6. Don’t clean your working space/room instead of writing essays and meeting with deadlines. Yes, you’re doing right thing, but in wrong time.
  7. Version 1: you’re an extrovert. If you feel alone after a few hours of studying hard, use social networks to talk to your friends. Going out with friends will help you to avoid depression and burnout.
  8. Version 2: you’re an introvert. If you’re tired of communicating, just sit at home and do what you want. Forget about the idea that while you’re young you should hang out with friends every day and be active 24/7. It’s your life. If you need to be alone for some time, do it.
  9. IMPORTANT! If even after some rest you’re exhausted and tired, feel sad and depressed, go to the psychotherapist. It’s not cheap, but it can save your nervous system. My experience 1: in 10th grade I couldn’t concentrate, always cried without any reason and couldn’t communicate with other people. Even during the summer break I suffered from mood swings and was tired 24/7. It turned out to be depression. My experience 2: I couldn’t understand why I was afraid of talking to my professors and why I was so terribly shy during my classes. It was noticed by my classmates and professors, but I couldn’t explain why I was behaving like that. The reason was my relationships with my mother who has been manipulating me since my childhood. It killed all my nervous system and self-esteem. Please, don’t be ashamed of your psychological problems.

Willpower

This was written for #Star’s full figured fantasy challenge, thanks to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for letting me get involved. 

Pairing: Thor x plus size reader

Prompt: “Forget the rules. If you like it, wear it.”

Summary: Tony and Thor make a bet, but who will win?

Reader and Thor are in a relationship. Reader worked with Erik in New Mexico instead of Jane Foster and met him when he first came to Earth (apologies to Fosterson fans, I love Jane, she just didn’t fit with this prompt!). Takes place prior to Age of Ultron.

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions sex but no smut mostly fluff

A/N: My prompt was “Forget the rules. If you like it, wear it.” It was my first try at Marvel fanfic, and the first thing I’ve written in years, so all feedback and comments gratefully received. Also posted on AO3 under ‘Leo_nine.

Link to my Masterlist is on my Bio.

Willpower

Nobody had ever suggested that hitting a guy with your car was a great way to get a boyfriend but somehow it had worked out fine for you. From that first meeting in New Mexico, Thor had captivated you. He was brave and sweet and, oh yeah, the most gorgeous hunk of a man you’d ever seen. You’d never imagined that the attraction would be mutual but to your amazement he was smitten with you too.

Even though you were comfortable with your size, you were insecure about it at times and it had been a surprise that your plump pear-shaped figure was his type. Curvaceous was the nicest description of you that people gave although you’d certainly been called much less flattering things over the years. 

But Thor told you often that your rounded figure was his idea of perfection, usually emphasising his words by lavishing your soft flesh with kisses. Most of all he adored your ample bottom and thighs, taking every opportunity he could to grab, squeeze and fondle them, all the while whispering how beautiful you were.

He was, in your admittedly biased opinion, the perfect boyfriend. He was incurably romantic, made you laugh, loved you just the way you were, and had a seemingly insatiable sexual appetite that you were extremely happy to oblige.

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okay not to be h-word on main but I just had like the softest smuttiest idea in my head like (tags for mutual masturbation, references to polyamory, d/s, sleepy sex stuff, and sum good ol cum play)- imagine you and jk are bangtans babies, and sometimes you just like- take naps together or curl up after watching movies and the others will come by and coo at you but let you snuggle all close. imagine waking up from an afternoon nap with Jungkook, all snugly and super warm, the sounds of the others all around you but the room is dark and quiet- so calm. and you shift your leg a little where it’s thrown over his hip and- nudge him a little realizing he’s hard. 

it’s not all that uncommon for him to get morning wood and you’re kinda drowsy, and decide to do- nothing about it - cuz you’re comfortable with him and you’re still a little too asleep to initiate anything. then you hear some rustling and a low rumble low in his chest and open your eyes to find him gently palming himself and like- kinda teasing a little wetspot you can see on his grey sweats “kookie- you awake?” his hands stop their moving- though it looks like they don’t want to- he’s soft and slurry as he says “sorry, woke up and was all comfey,” not even opening his eyes, 

you press further into his neck and his warmpth, “s’okay, you can like- get off if you want i don’t care- dosen’t bother me i’m just-” “sleepy,” he finishes, it takes him a second but the touches start up again and his breath gets a little deeper a little more jagged, you don’t realize you’re just kinda watching him until he slips his hand under his waistband and you make a noise, 

he looks down at you- opening his eyes for the first time since his nap, “wanna see?” he asks, and you make another noise so he shimmies his sweats down his hips so you can see his lenght, the way his fingers move, teasing the head, hand moving slow and even in his strokes- at no rush to get himself off, “you’re pretty” he huffs a little at that, “think so?” then tilts his face close to yours until you get the picture and kiss him, sleepy and soft and a little sloppy, 

“you really?” kiss “like watching me don’t you?” he teases, and then you realize that while he’s been jerking off, you’ve kinda been subconciously shifting against his hip. you blush but he just grins at you saying “cute” your hips stutter a little more and you whine- but don’t stop the little rutting against his thigh. “do you wanna?” 

“yeah just let me” and he helps you pull your sleeping shorts off and shifts you a little more tight against him so that your hips can move against his sweats and he can keep jerking off, and the little noises you make in his ear just- doing things to him, making his hard cock bob as his muscles clench, and he knows he could sit you up and make you do those little circling motions you’re rubbing on his thigh on his cock- but this is somehow better, somehow more intimate to have both of you doing what you like to do to yourselves to get off in each others space,

 you starting to suck little hickeys onto his collarbone making him gasp, anyway the reader makes herself cum on his thigh and then he flips her over so he can cum onto her pussy- so pink and a little sensitive and chaff but so so wet and cute as he holds her open with one hand and jerks off in the other. he’s a good bean though- and cleans her up after by using her sleep shorts to wipe away his release- they’ll both just shower after dinner so it’s not like- totally a gross proposition and they can hear jin calling both of them to the table. all happy and sleepy and sated. 

and okay this part is filthy!!! and entirely discussed between all of them beforehand because Jungkook loves to be degraded a little but!!!  Jungkook gives you a pair of his sweats to wear to go outside to join the others for dinner- totally forgetting that you’ve left a kinda massive wet patch on jungkooks thigh- that the others totally tease them about it, and technically one of their rules is that neither of them can cum without one of the dom’s permission

 (jimin and namjoon have done denial periods with you especially-so it’s important to communicate- minjoon just love the way you get desperate when you haven’t cum for a few days, so needy and able to get wet at the littlest thing, but that’s a story for another time) 

they’re mean doms so they /might/ go get her ruined shorts with Jungkook’s cum on them and shove it in his mouth while they edge him, one or two of the others cumming on you the way he did, making Jungkook watch “i mean i know she’s cute kookie but cumming on her to mark your territory is a /little/ weird, you’re lucky we let you get away with so much” the desperation and shame licking a hot trail down his spine that goes straight to his cock, because he really loves when his hyungs talk down to him like that- with a hint of amused teasing, a hint of an actual reprimand disguised in quiet affirmation- it makes him feel so floaty and ready to please, to do everything he can to show them that yes he can be /good/ 

so anyway they make Jungkook eat her out and he might cum again the second his tongue hits her clit and he tastes them on her- he knows it’s a little fucked up that he thinks it hot but he does, and they make sure to tease him more about that too- making him whine and writhe and get so fucked out that he needs another nap and always more cuddles. 

Why the SCP Foundation should never recruit me

Me: *wears glittery body paint instead of clothes one day, steals the SCP (forget the number) that makes you but not your clothes invisible, and sneaks into 231-7′s containment chamber with a music player, several audiobooks, and a phone with cellular data on and YouTube playing with autoplay on, and leaves those things with her* 

Me: *reenacts scenes from Marvel movies with SCPs* 

Me: *uses the excuse “those rules are only for Bright” to do stupid things like organize the Ultimate Showdown Of Ultimate Destiny SCP Edition*

Me: *tricks level 5 researchers into giving me highly classified information, amnesticizes them so they won’t know how I learned that, and convinces younger researchers (and some older ones) that I’m an all-knowing goddess*

Me: *starts food fights, flash dances, and “who can screw up their experiment first” contests with the other researchers* 

Me: *blasts the Minecraft parody song “Like An Enderman” outside 096′s containment chamber 24/7*

Me: *starts betting pools on which SCP will breach containment next* 

Me: *scare pranks O5 members and sends the security tape footage to everyone I can* 

Me: *plays Who Can Drive (insert well-known, high-level, experienced agent/doctor/researcher here) Crazy First with a cash prize* 

Me: *starts a water balloon fight against combative SCPs like Able and ropes half the Foundation personnel I know into it*

Me: *convinces SCP-239 I’m a member of the Glitter Force*

Me: *manages to get everyone on my side and believing I should not, in fact, be demoted or anything like that because I gave 231-7 entertainment and that’s a Good Thing ™ *

azure-decaff  asked:

Ok. Just want to avoid being one of those stereotypical American tourists bumbling around other countries.

It’s not that hard being an American Tourist™ just

  • First of all IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA VACCINATE BEFORE COMING THEN DON’T COME AT ALL
  • Make an effort to say hello, good morning, please and thank you and sorry ALWAYS. It sounds obvious but americans come here and automatically forget every rule of basic human decency. We didn’t get our ass beat by every woman in the family into being polite for you to forget to say good morning
  • SHOWER DAILY AND OH MY GOD DON’T WEAR BEACH CLOTHES IN THE CITY WHY ARE TOURISTS LIKE THIS.
  • I’m serious. Shower daily: it might not be that hot, but it’s usually hotter than most white people are used to and Imma be honest with you chief, white people can really fucking stink when they try so PLEASE, be clean and wear deodorant, ESPECIALLY if you’re using public transportation
  • if you want to learn basic spanish it’s good! most Costa Ricans, specially those involved in any business that revolves around tourism, speak at least some basic english, but sometimes it’s good to know how to communicate in spanish too. 
  • Costa Rican tap water is perfectly safe to drink!!! our water system is quite good and if someone privatizes it I will be killing a few motherfuckers, but for example in Limón on the caribbean side, you should stick to drinking bottled water just in case-not because the water is bad, but because your organism is not used to it, maybe because of microorganisms or different chemical compositon. Our water’s just too spicy
  • Always carry an umbrella: Costa Rica has no winter or summer but we have two seasons which are Wet and Wetter.
  • Do not be condescending towards those who don’t speak english well or i will replace your toes with cheetos.
  • if a tour guide tells you not to do something DON’T DO IT. Whether it is not to touch a wild animal, an object, or not to go down a certain path or swim in a certain place or not to walk through some places at night, LISTEN TO THEM. YOU’RE PUTTING YOURSELF AT SERIOUS RISK BECAUSE SADLY COSTA RICA CAN BE UNSAFE SOMETIMES AND MORE IMPORTANTLY YOU’RE JEOPARDIZING THE INCOME OF PEOPLE WHO NEED THE MONEY FROM THE BUSINESS. A LOT OF TOURISTIC SPOTS ARE MANAGED BY FAMILIES THAT OWN THE BUSINESS DIRECTLY.
  • Yes I know what I wrote
  • On that topic, if you’re gonna go “adventuring” and intend to do things like climbing, trekking, kayaking or any of that, do research ahead of time, make sure to know what you’re getting into and save yourself and your guides a lot of trouble and needless risks. ALWAYS look ahead of time where you’re going.
  • ALWAYS prefer family owned businesses and hotels to large luxury hotels that are usually owned by american or european mega corporations and leech off our resources or I WILL find you and piss on your pillow
  • Most hotels and restaurants will be glad to accomodate dietary restrictions if you warn ahead of time: don’t wait until dinner to mention that you’re allergic to shellfish when you’re about to eat ceviche. 
  • Tipping is not mandatory here!!! unlike uncivilized countries, we have a minimal salary set up so when you pay your bill you can be sure that it wil go to the person waiting on you. However it’s always fantastic for owners of small businesses if you leave a small tip for them! 1000 or 2000 colones are a decent enough tip if you’re doing it for courtesy.
  • If you go to some natural reserves that are also popular tourist spots you might find raccoons or what we call pizotes (I think for you it’d be a white-nosed coati) and sometimes monkeys. They’re terrorists. DO NOT FEED THEM and NEVER LEAVE YOUR BELONGINGS UNATTENDED NEAR RACCOONS OR MONKEYS. They are super good at stealing from bags and have grown bold and sadly dependant because of tourists feeding them and leaving their trash everywhere, and usually they’re not aggressive but you never know.
  • On that same line, if you do not dispose of your garbage properly I will hunt you for sport
  • Visit the Lankester Botanical Garden if you can!! it’s a treat through the whole year
  • Anyway hmu if you’re in San José and I can take you to all the cool spots like… print shops. and art stores. 

December Special: Teen Wolf

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Anon requested: “Can you do a male reader imagine that follows the song how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds with some guys from teen wolf”

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

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Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun

But baby when you’re done, you gotta be the first to run

Rule number two, just don’t get attached to

Somebody you could lose

So le-let me tell you

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“Hey Scott!” Scott McCall turned around to see y/n l/n walking towards him. The teen caught him by the elbow, accidentally shocking Scott. Was it just him, or was y/n…really pretty?

“Hey y/n!” The other male was holding a binder in one hand with a paper on top. He started to talk and Scott zoned out. God those lips were pretty…

“Glad I caught up to you, I was hoping to have a chat about the homework Ms. Garder assigned. I don’t think I really understand it.” Y/n waited for an answer, but receiving none he waved a hand in front of Scott’s eyes. “Hey, are you still there?” Scott jerked and shook his head a little.

“Uh-yeah! We can totally talk about it.”

“Great! Catch you after school!” Y/n didn’t let Scott protest as he walked off.

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This is how to be a heartbreaker

Boys they like a little danger

We’ll get him falling for a stranger

A player, singing I lo-lo-love you

How to be a heartbreaker

Boys they like the look of danger

We’ll get him falling for a stranger

A player, singing I lo-lo-love you

At least I think I do

‘Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you

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Issac was waiting for Scott to get out of the school when he saw y/n. The boy was walking out of the building with Scott, and Scott seemed like he was trying to impress the other guy.

“Hey Scotty, did you forget we had plans or were you ‘busy’ with other stuff?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had plans! Scott was helping me with some homework stuff, I didn’t know he had someone waiting on him!” The boy lightly touched Issac’s hand and a jolt traveled up Issac’s arm.

“It’s…it’s cool. Did you need a ride or something? It looks like it’s about to rain.”

“If you could give me a ride to the gas station, I need to grab some stuff.”

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Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek

But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat

Rule number four, gotta be looking pure

Kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more, more

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Stiles had been walking out of the gas station when y/n ran into him. The other caught himself on Stiles’ arm, shocking him a little.

“Oh hey, are you okay?” Stiles blinked and looked at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t I know you?”

“I’m y/n. We’re in the same bio class.”

“Right, right. So…come here often?” Y/n smiled a little at the line, but answered.

“Not really. I kinda live far out of town so coming here is the equivalent of me going to Costco or something.” Stiles laughed. Y/n was handsome and funny, both things he liked.

“Well, since you live so far away why don’t you let me give you a ride?” Y/n nodded, and soon the two were riding out towards the woods, chatting and laughing.

“Stop here.” Stiles stopped the car by a rotting old house. Y/n grabbed his backpack and exited the car, kissing Stiles’ cheek.

“Thanks for the ride!”

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This is how to be a heartbreaker

Boys they like a little danger

We’ll get him falling for a stranger

A player, singing I lo-lo-love you

How to be a heartbreaker

Boys they like the look of danger

We’ll get him falling for a stranger

A player, singing I lo-lo-love you

At least I think I do

'Cause I lo-lo-love you

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Out jogging early on Saturday, Theo met another guy on the usually empty jogging path. The boy was ahead of him and jogging just fast enough that Theo stayed behind him.

“Hey!” The boy slowed, then stopped. Theo came up to him, holding out his hand.

“My name’s Theo. I didn’t think anyone else knew about this running path.” The other male shook his hand, and Theo jumped a little at the shock.

“Y/n. I just moved in here, and I needed a place to run. Nice to meet you Theo.” His name sounded so nice coming from y/n’s lips.

“You live around here?” Y/n nodded.

“Yeah. I actually have to get going now, but it was nice to meet you Theo. Catch you later!” With that, y/n started running back up the path, deeper into the woods.

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Girls, we do, whatever it will take

'Cause girls don’t want, we don’t want our hearts to break in two

So it’s better to be fake, can’t risk losing

In love again, ba-abe

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Derek went out to get some (much needed) groceries and had reached for the same egg carton as the other male. There was a little tingle where there hands touched.

“My bad, I didn’t see your hand there.”

“No it’s fine, you grabbed them first.” The boy smiled at him.

“I’m y/n, and you are?”

“Derek Hale. Nice to meet you.” Y/n was handsome, with a pleasant voice and his scent-

-it smelled sickly sweet, too sweet to be human. Derek took another look at the younger’s eyes, noting the faint pinkish-red glow emanating from them.

Y/n seemed to notice his staring and grabbed the eggs, leaving Derek alone in the aisle. Derek made a mental note to talk to Deaton about this, another supernatural being was the last thing he wanted to deal with. Even if they were sorta cute.

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This is how to be a heartbreaker

Boys they like a little danger

We’ll get him falling for a stranger

A player, singing I lo-lo-love you

How to be a heartbreaker

Boys they like the look of danger

We’ll get him falling for a stranger

A player, singing I lo-lo-love you

'Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you

At least I think I do

If After All These Years, You’d Like to Meet
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Chapter Fourteen

Dating Jamie hadn’t really changed much for Claire. He still came to have lunch with her at least once during the week. They still hung out with their friends. Jamie was still the first person Claire would call if she needed something or needed to share something. He was still her best friend. Now, she just could actually tell him the full extent of her feelings for him. Well that, and they could have sex. It was only pleasant additions to her life.

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Your last name was maybe the only reason that kept you close to Robb Stark and Jon Snow. Your last name, was very important to a man known as Eddard Stark. Eddard was close to your father and mother. They were once childhood friends. 10 years ago, there was a war between your kingdom and a rival that wanted land, gold, wood, women and more from your kingdom. Your parents send you off at the Stark’s home for protection for a few days. Eventually your parents had die during the war and Eddard Stark adopted you as part of his family. You were close friends with Robb and Jon. You weren’t the typical girls that cares about their hair, clothes, looks and jewelries. You just wanted to learn how to fight, play but also love to be educated. You were smart and fearless. You tend to forget to control of your smartness at times when your around people. You enjoy reading about history and other things, when your not playing with the boys. One day, on your 17th birthday, Catlyn lecturer you that “(Y/F/N)…now your a full grown woman, you need to act like one. I do not mind you play once a while, but you still have power. (Y/F/N) learn to use it, build it, live it and rule with it.” As she brushed your (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C). You were wearing a beautiful silk green dress the perfectly drape at your ankles. Your dress flows as you walked around the hall, like water. Eyes all over would stare at your beauty. (Y/S/C) and (Y/E/C) made you look like the rarest goddess in the world. You would sometime notice Robb and Jon stare at you. You would sometime catch them staring at you and you would simply giggle. You were madly in love with Jon and Robb, but you couldn’t chose 2 but the old God are pulling your strings. Sometime Jon and Robb would try to impress you or try to get with you. One day as you walked into your room, you noticed 2 different color roses with a note on the side. “Dear (Y/F/N) you are beautiful as a goddess, your heart is so pure and precious. Your smile what keep the sun shining. Jon and I, love you, but you have to chose. The White rose is Jon and the Red rose is Me. Pick the rose and you know to find us. Jon and I have our own special place. Love Jon and Robb.” You sighed, looking down at the roses. You close your eyes as your hand picked up (the rose of your choice) and sprint to the man you will love for the rest of your life.

A/N: omg I back!!! I’m soo sorry. I’m going to get everyone requests!! I hope is was okay and the gif is not mine.

A scorose thingy

Hey, I just wanted to write a little Scorose thing. Nothing special. I was just bored. A falling back in love maybe??? I don’t know. I don’t even know if I should keep writing this. This is what happens when Cara is angsty and bored. Loove yas!


She was so many rules. “Don’t eat with your mouth full,” or; “Don’t forget to make sure he wears socks, it’s not the middle of summer out there!”

Sometimes it was more serious things that only idiots would do like; “Don’t swear in front of him – he hangs on to everything you say,” or; “Don’t let him touch your wand when you’re not around!”

“I don’t let him do that because it remind me too much of you.”

Sometimes it was spark-like backfires like; “I don’t want him to end up like you.”

Rose was all logical thought processes and painful truths. Everything she said was for a reason. Everything she did had a good reason behind it. That’s why she left me that hot, summers day. She had thought about it, analysed it and to her, it was the most logical thing to do.

I had drunk myself stupid at James’ apartment, I don’t know how many nights I had cried myself to sleep in James’ sheets and soaked Al’s shoulder. I don’t know how many times I lost my wand in a drunk mess – somewhere on the streets of Muggle London that made my dad’s temple pulse and literal steam come out of his ears. He would yell at me; “Why so reckless, Scorpius!”

I would reply with something about the amount of money he had and what use was it if not used on cleaning up my depressive mess. He hated me. I think a lot of people did.

She would come over to James’ flat and everytime I heard the sharp snap of her apparating, I would assume she was back to come and apologise and she was here to tell me I wasn’t a disgusting ferret and she was going to forgive me for my fuck ups and she just wanted to be a family again. I almost leapt out of the couch everytime she showed. But she never did forgive me, and she didn’t want to be a family again and she was probably even more disgusted than ever because how could I be a father when I was neck-deep in so many bottles of booze and I smelled worse than an ash tray? Sometimes she did promise to come back, only to give me my wand that she confiscated because I could kill someone while under the influence.

At one point, I didn’t see our son for a week.

Our son, our light. He was the true Chosen One. Even Harry Potter himself said that how could one kid brighten so many lives? He was supposed to be the one who broke us  - tore the great Malfoy name and cursed the great Weasley one. But he didn’t. He was the intertwining of the two Great Families. They talk of the Sacred Twenty-Eight as if it were some myth, but our son was so real. So, so real.

They all say that if you have a kid so young, sixteen and in short, we were in love, you’ve signed yourself up for a life doomed. Dooms day. After all, how can kids have kids? You’re supposed to do more, see more, become more. But I can’t have become any more than I was as a sixteen year old Scorpius. I was invincible, indestructible, impenetrable; all because of a squashed up kid wrapped up in muslin. He was blue eyes and blonde hair. He was loud screams and soft touches. He was my everything. He is my everything. I think sometimes I breathe because he’s around and at points, I don’t think I would be breathing if he was not here. Paths seemed clearer and shit, I loved Rose more for it. I loved her so much, I would have taken every hex, every curse, every Unforgivable Curse for that girl with the wild hair and the wilder eyes. And that in itself was the start of the end.

My mum told me once that it was hard to love a Malfoy. My dad told me once it was like loving a brick, loving a Malfoy. We ran, we skipped it, we ran from the darkness that followed us but as much as we had ditched it, it’s true. There’s always a little dark in us. Sometimes I pray to Merlin that my son has just the right amount of Weasley in him to dispel any darkness from him. Maybe he’d grow up and be all sharp words and sarcastic remarks. Just like his mum.

One of Rose’s many rules is a universal one: Don’t lie.

My mind thought over the lies so much, I find some sort of sickening comfort within when I think that the reason why I lied to her in the first place was not to hurt her.

I know that it hurt her more when she found out that I thought that might have worked.

I’ve now had eight months of thinking over my lies.

I did have my own flat. I lived on top of the Leaky Cauldron. Rose came and inspected it once. She told me she’d kill me if our son set foot in there, but I liked it. It had a bed – sleep was one of my saving graces and it took me away from the realisation that I had fucked up, even if just for a few hours. Caelum wasn’t allowed there, it was just as well because I was kicked out after eight weeks. Kicked out and shoved to the comforting embrace of James.

James didn’t mind. He was away most of the time and when he was home, he had a drinking buddy. Not just your usual one, oh no, I was far too dramatic for that. It was all loud singing and falling asleep on the toilet type of drinking. A cry yourself to sleep on your best mate’s brother’s shoulder sort of affair.

I’ve been on James’ couch ever since.

Today was different. I could feel it was different. She called me first thing this morning and didn’t question where I was. She said I could have our son for the entire weekend without asking if I had proper linen or knew how to work James’ TV. She didn’t tell me that her dad was going to come and pick him up at eight AM on Sunday morning so I was robbed of a whole day with him; “bring him home when you’re ready,” was her exact words. And I snatched them up.

I cleaned James’ house, I got rid of the empty beer bottles and threw out the fish n chip wrappers.  I shaved, I wore deodorant. I smoked a pack of cigarettes.

It’s weird how you lose yourself a little when someone leaves. You don’t realise how much you relied on a single person until they tell you that they don’t want you anymore.

They don’t want you to do this to them anymore.

That is the curse of falling in love when you don’t even know what love is. I mean, I think I know. I think I knew. Because even when we were young I had that dull throbbing in my chest every time she walked in and every word she spoke just astounded me. Maybe it wasn’t love at all. Maybe it was an obsession. I admit, I lost myself a little when she left. I was cold and everything was pitch black but I remember, I would never forget. It was two o'clock on a Summer’s afternoon when she found it appropriate to not forgive me.

It wasn’t the Summer anymore. Today was cold, dark and bleak. Typical of Britain’s forecast. It was announced through Diagon Alley when I went to visit Fred that we were in for a weeks worth of rain. But today, I don’t feel it. I only feel that my son is coming to me for an entire weekend and I had things I needed to buy from WWW’s even though he gets a lot of it’s shit for free.

I had chucked a large sum of cash on the counter, Fred gathered me up the best of the best.

This weekend was going to be the best of the best even if I did follow Rose’s rules.

I’m pacing the lounge room of James’ flat. There are pictures everywhere. Even a picture of Rose, Caelum and I when he’s hours old, nothing but fresh faces and smiles are in this picture. We move, barely. He moves a lot. He was just born, he wanted to experience the world. The one his young parents gave him. Maybe it was true; maybe we’re just another statistic.

I hear a truck pull up into the drive way. It was so  Muggle of her but our son goes to a Muggle school. She wanted to fit in. She chucked the cash I had given her as a way to say sorry at the dealer and drove away in a Ford Escape. There was no escaping that it was paid with Malfoy money or that it was a huge statement on Rose’s behalf.

I hear doors slamming. Hurried scurries up the steps. “Come on, mum!” he shouts and I rush to the door, just as quickly as he does because I can’t help it.

I open the door and grin, my arms out, waiting for my son. “Cae!” I say, “Hey mate!” I scoop him up into my arms, bury my face in his hair, kiss him a thousand times all over his face which he hates and I absolutely, positively love.

He groans and makes a choking sound; “Don’t dad!” he whines, shaking his face free from me. “You’re so gross!”

Rose saunters over, hair flying behind her but she’s still wearing her medi-witch robes. Her wand stuck into the messy bun and she’s frowning. “There’s a case of Witches Flu going around,” she states.

“I know,” I mutter, putting my son down. “I work at the same place as you.”

She doesn’t like being told anything. Rose Weasley was a know it all but the worst part was she actually knew it all. Every thing.

We had smoothly transitioned into the new life. Rose insisted that we make this as seamless as possible. We have a six year old son who doesn’t take well to glitches in the system, we had to work hard to make things easy for him. She had a reason for everything, just like she had a reason for making me move out.

We were twenty three years old and so old. I had aged two decades easily in the last eight months. It made me feel sick, it made my voice hitch, it made my hands shake when I drop our son off to his ‘mum’s’ place. It shouldn’t be like that – the great divide.

Often when I would drop him back off to her she would be leaned over a piece of parchment and scratching with a quill. She would still had her medi-witch gear on but her hair was always loose and falling like it was now. I always knocked awkwardly on the door as if I shouldn’t be there but I shared that home with her for three years, in the corner of her own lounge room was still a photo of us, seventeen and glowing, son bouncing in our arms, fresh faced and young just like the one here. And scared. Shit scared.

We made so many mistakes in the short time span, it was a wonder we didn’t combust earlier, a disaster of sparks and stars. We had our son when every odd was against us, our families were against us, shit, even we were against ourselves.

“So, how are you?,” I mutter to her, seeing our son sprawled out on the couch with his blonde hair everywhere and wearing a fake Harry Potter scar on his head. “Uh, did you buy that tattoo for him?”

Rose looks up briefly at me, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose but she slides them up and sniggers when she looks over at our son. “No, that would be your best friend, Albus.”

She walks in and dumps her hand bag on the floor before taking a seat at James’ table which is only there to make this place feel somewhat like a home.

“Your cousin,” I mumble but I take the seat across from her. “How was your day?” I ask.

“We work at the same place.”

“I wasn’t there today,” I reply.

“Hmmm,” she says.

She looks down and starts reading a copy of Witch Weekly that has James’ face plastered to the front, not meeting my eyes. I want to yell, scream at her, I want to pull the magazine out from under her hands, screw it up, chuck it in the fire. I want her to look at me because she never looks at me anymore. I need her to see me, see I’m bleeding from the inside because the light has gone out and she just doesn’t notice me anymore. “So we just don’t talk anymore?” I ask her.

“Hmmm,” she said quietly. “We need to organise which weekend is yours and which is mine,” she states matter-of-factly.

I didn’t want to discuss things like whose weekend is whose. I didn’t need it solidified that we didn’t make it and we needed to organise such things that tore our son and made him into another statistic. “Does it need organising? Can it wait?”

“Do you want a cuppa?” she asks, getting up quickly and putting the quill behind her ear. She flicks her wand in the direction of the cup cupboard and two cups come flying out. “I think I do.”

She drunk tea when she was happy. She drunk a hell of a lot when she was stressed. Her choice of pot was huge, a gift from Luna Lovegood to James for his housewarming, apparently. “Sure, if it will make you ease up…”

She hated that. I was wondering if I would see sparks flying at my head. “I’m over fighting.”

“Do you think I enjoy it?” I ask her. “Because I don’t. I’m sick of this, the tension we used to always -” I’m cut off.

“We used to always talk? Yeah, I know, Scorpius,” she says exhaling loudly. “We used to stay up all night and talk about everything.”

“Then why can’t we?” I hiss but she shushes me, eyes flicking around.

“I don’t want to fight with Cae around,” she says through her teeth.

I look back into the lounge room but it looks like our son has figured out the TV which is just as well, because I didn’t want to lie to Rose again and tell her I knew how to work it. “He’s occupied,” I tell her. “And we’re not fighting.”

She rolls her eyes as she flicks her wand at the kettle on the stove. “Yeah, sure,” she says.

“You know, for a person who states she doesn’t want to fight anymore, you keep going on…”

She laughs a little before shoving my shoulder as I lean against the bench. It had been five months since she’s actually touched me. I wonder if it’s stupid to think that maybe she’s burnt through my shirt and straight onto my skin but I shouldn’t think about those things. How her hands feel on me. “I’m sorry -” this time I cut her off.

“Call Rita Skeeter, Rose Weasley is sorry!” I say, grinning at her.

She smiles weakly back. “Stop smiling at me,” she mumbles. “We have no reason to smile.”

“I do,” I tell her honestly. “Because you’re talking to me and that’s always something to smile about.”

“Stop it with your words, Scorp, we need to be serious,” she says, meeting my eyes. I can see they’re still deep blue and worrying. Her eyebrows are knitting together, she was definitely worrying.

“I cleaned up,” I tell her, moving my arms through the kitchen. “Can you tell?”

“Well done,” she says in the same voice that she uses when Caelum brushes his teeth.

“Thank you,” I say anyways.

She sighs and starts searching the cupboards for the tea leaves that James doesn’t own. “You busy tomorrow?” she asks me.

She turns to look at me and now I’m confused. “You’re not going to take him tomorrow, are you? I thought you said I could have him until Sunday…”

She shakes her head and her eyes widen. “Shit. No. I just meant, if you guys were going to do something, then maybe I’d tag along…”

I raise an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, I try not to smirk, it will just piss her off more. “We could do something if you wanted to?” I challenge.

She inhales deeply and nods. “Yeah, that would be good.”

“Why the change in attitude?” I ask her. I didn’t get where this was going or why it was even going at all but I didn’t want to lose this – the moving forward.

“If this is how our life is going to be, then I want to move on, for the sake of our son.”

I sigh and nod. Accepting this. “Ok, let’s move forward.”

“Or maybe,” she says, looking down at the floor. “We should just start all over again.”

I don’t say anything, I just smile to myself. Maybe I had a shot at things, maybe. Maybe I just need to stop taking my chances and see where this was going to take us.

anonymous asked:

Do you really have to dress up to go to a play/musical? How fancy are you supposed to be?

So. My short answer is “yeah, you really should”. But I’m going to amend that. 

Do not ever let an inability to dress to a certain level prevent you from going to a show. Unless you are going to some kind of, I don’t know, gala charity event show, there’s no dress code for theatre. Don’t let people shame you into feeling like you can’t see a play because you aren’t fancy enough. Maybe your best clothes would look plain next to someone else’s – doesn’t matter, you do your best. Maybe you’re going to the show straight from a job or school, so you’re in a uniform or work clothes – good on you for making time in a busy day to see some art. Heck, maybe you’re just out of spoons and some jorts and a fandom tee is all you can manage today. It’s OK. It’s really, really OK. 

That said, if you can dress up a bit you should. This is because it shows respect. It shows that you care about what you’re doing, just like when you dress up for a wedding or a date or your cousin’s piano recital. It is a nice and polite thing to do, and it says “I am happy I get to be here.” 

As for how “fancy” you need to be, that’s seriously up to you and has to do with you and your theater. Generally, I’d say somewhere in the general umbrella of business casual is what I aim for. Some slacks or nice jeans, a nice blouse or button-down, and maybe a blazer or sports coat if I want to be a little extra fancy; lots of people wear casual or professional dresses and skirts (especially sundresses). I usually try to avoid T-shirts and shorts, but there are exceptions to be made. I tell my students to dress like they would for church or a nice family dinner, if that helps. It doesn’t mean you have to be formal or serious – lots of people come in, like, bright red skinny jeans and a matching bow tie, and that rocks. My best friend has a pair of bright green converse he wears whenever he goes to the theatre, and they look totally fly with his suspenders and rolled-up sleeves. Just try to look nice, you know?

I hold to this rule whether I’m going to a middle school play or a professional theatre company. Some people will tell you to dress based on ticket price or whatever, but forget that. No matter what you’re paying, you’re going to see art created by people who have worked hard. Try to show you appreciate that. 

But there are always exceptions! Most outdoor theatre, for example, is super casual and I would recommend shorts and sandals (especially here in the Alabama summer). Sometimes shows have a preview night that’s free by invitation or is pay-what-you-can, and those are also a lot more chill. Sometimes you’re going to an extra special show and something more black-tie would be appropriate. Some fringe festivals and experimental theatre is more concert-wear than business-wear. It’s also cool to wear a shirt from the show when you go to see it. Just feel it out. Do what feels right, and enjoy the show even if you feel like you under-dressed or over-dressed or whatever. It’s all good.

anonymous asked:

Other thing that Michael loves about his prankster girl is how hot she looks wearing always cute and colorfull outfits that are nothing explicit. Like using large socks with an overall dress that was not tight but look really sensual for him. Apart from it, she was the only person that wears this outfits in the Sanctuary because she likes to be different from the rest. And his cute antichrist would always tell her how hot she looks today even if she doesn't believe it.

Okay I love Michael with his prankster girlfriend, they are super cute. I pictured her, colourful and bright, while everyone is wearing their awful and dark Victorian clothes. She is totally out of place. She is unique. And Michael loves that.

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           In this dark and tortured underground, she was like a light in the darkness. The people of Outpost 3 were surprised when they saw her the first time, even more next to Michael, who had agreed to wear the stupid outfit that Venable had chosen for him. Not (Y/N). She had put on her favourite mustard yellow jeans and a red sweater. All these colours, which they hadn’t seen in a long time, hurt their eyes a little, but it wasn’t all that bad in the end. Admittedly, her pranks annoyed them a little sometimes, but while Michael stressed them by promising them the Sanctuary, without telling them his selection criteria and if they had a chance, (Y/N) allowed them to think of something else. To breathe. To forget their fears and worries. Like a breath of fresh air, she brought life to Oupost 3 with her big smiles, her childish laughter and her colourful outfits. Venable once tried to force her to wear the same dress as the other women. Michael was immediately ready to intervene, but his adorable girlfriend had defended herself alone.

           "I am not a resident, I am the partner of Mr. Langdon, representative of the Cooperative, your superior, so I do not have to obey your rules. My clothes are not shocking, I do not show a lot of skin, they are not irradiated, so you have nothing to say. I will continue to dress as I want, while you will continue to wear these awful clothes, with this ridiculous hairstyle. You should really talk with Gallant, I’m sure he could do something to fix it.“

Of course, Venable would have liked to punish her for that, refraining from hitting her with her cane, but if she did not want to be killed by Langdon, she should not touch his precious lover, as annoying as she was. She took revenge on the others, but they were not angry with (Y/N). Seeing her humiliate Venable was worth it.

           "I’m ready to be whipped every day just to watch the veins pulsate on her forehead when you piss her off like that.”

           "I too am ready to let Mallory get whipped for that !“ said Coco.

Michael didn’t get involved in her business, even if he didn’t want her to get too close to the residents and make them forget their situation. But he also didn’t want to keep her from having fun. He watched her hopping around their room and the halls, in her incredible outfits, pink, blue, green. His favourite outfit was when she said she wanted to please Venable with a dress. Her dress was actually a very large purple sweater, too big for her, coming to her knees, which she wore with big rainbow socks and black boots. Magnificent. The most beautiful woman in the world. Michael had never understood lingerie, tight dresses, all those things that men thought were sexy. He liked to see (Y/N) happy, making a statement with her clothes. He also liked that she wore his clothes, but only in private. She didn’t seem to realize the effect she had on him when she did this.

           "But… it’s just a shirt and shorts. Shorts with cats drawn on them ! Mikey, it’s not sexy !” she wondered as he purred against her.

           "Of course it’s sexy ! You’re the sexiest. The most beautiful. The most erotic.“

           "I feel like I could put a trash bag, you would say the same thing.”

           "Maybe. So what ? It doesn’t change how beautiful you are.“

If (Y/N) doubted so much, it was because Michael had been the first to really accept her as she was, with her whimsical outfits and her ridiculous pranks. Before, the others said that she was a bit stupid, a real kid. For Michael, even if she wore colours, adorable animal faces, cute outfits, she was a woman, his woman, whom he loved more than anything, and he treated her like an adult no matter what.

           "It is a myth to think that adults are completely different from children. They lie to themselves, thinking that they have to become serious and boring, but basically they are frightened, lost kids inside. You totally assume your fantasy and I find it wonderful. Never hide, especially from me, my love. I want you to be yourself. I want you to be happy.”

           "Mikey… I wanted to put salt in your tea but I’m going to put lots of sugar… And I would put the salt in Venable’s bed.“

           "Thank you darling.” he said, kissing her.

American Horror Story: Asylum (E1- Welcome To Briarcliff)
  • "Just look sexy, please?"
  • "You always look sexy. God, I'm so happy I married you."
  • "You think we're still going to want to bang each other when we're 80?"
  • "Oh my god, you are so demented. I love you."
  • "I'm not going with you guys. And neither is the gun."
  • "I'm not to you putting those words together. But I like it."
  • "The world will change one day."
  • "It makes me feel like I can't protect my own family."
  • "I know you're out there. Stop playing games."
  • "Do you think I'm full of shame and regret for what I've done now?"
  • "Just more nonsense from the charlatans."
  • "Mental illness is the fashionable explanation for sin."
  • "The tonic for a diseased mind lies in the three p's: productivity, prayer, and purification."
  • "We have such dreams for this place."
  • "An eyewitness caught a glimpse of him leaving one of the crime scenes wearing a mask, which appeared to be made of human flesh."
  • "I see you for exactly who you are."
  • "People want to understand what's in the mind of someone like him."
  • "There's not a pious bone in your body."
  • "There is no god. Not a god who would create the things I saw."
  • "All monsters are human."
  • "Can't make the welts go away, but I can make you forget you had 'em."
  • "A salve can't cure you like I can."
  • "There's a rule for everything here. I learned them all the hard way."
  • "What you put out into the world comes back to you."
  • "So what'd you put out into the world to get locked up in a place like this?"
  • "I'm not one of your charges quaking in my boots."
  • "If you could manage to stay out of my business, I'll try and stay out of yours."
  • "In time, whatever it is you're hiding will come to see the light of day."
  • "I've dealt with bigger monsters than you."
  • "Let me give you fair warning. I'll always win against the patriarchal male."
  • "I am telling you, that battle axe has secrets."
  • "Under all that piousness and fidelity there's a real darkness."
  • "Anything I do in my life, I can do because you love me."
  • "Most women of the cloth feel they have to deny all sensory life when they take their vows."
  • "You know me better than that. I always say what I mean."
  • "These are amazing times if you just look at it in another light."
  • "This is a time where anything can happen, of someone wants it enough."
  • "What on earth do we want, if not to save souls?"
  • "Wherever I go, you go. You're my right hand."
  • "You're always in such a hurry, sister. Why are you out so late at night?"
  • "She scares you, doesn't she? She scares you to death."
  • "Inside those beautiful brains lies the secret to understanding the darkness of the human psyche."
  • "Maybe my faith in you was nothing but the sin of pride."
  • "Punish me, please."
  • "The molding of young minds is a sacred charge."
  • "Chin up. We're gonna get you cured."
  • "You may think my mind is closed, but my eyes are wide open."
In your shoes

INEFFABLE HUSBANDS WEEK - Friday, 13th September 2019 - Theme: wearing each other’s clothes - Length: 750 words ca. More under the cut

“Hold still… Ah… There. Perfect… Last button.”

“For sssomebody’s sake, how many bloody layers do you wear, angel?!”

“Now, now, don’t you grumble, you grumpy old thing. We both agreed on this.”

“Didn’t know it would imply so much clothing.”

“Don’t be silly, you’ve already undressed me countless times before now, so you know perfectly well what I wear. And even before then, since the beginning, I’ve always enjoyed being rather… overdressed, you would say?”

“Mmpfh… It’s… different when you actually have to wear another person’s clothes. I guess that’s why humans invented the idiom ‘being in your shoes’. Makes sense.”

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my favourite parts of spider-man: homecoming
  • “protesting is patriotic!”
  • “what, you think everyone is just gonna welcome you back?” “ah, peter! welcome back.”
  • michelle sketching people in crisis
  • michelle in general really
  • “that’s gonna dissolve in two hours” “no, come fix this now.” “no, no, you’re a criminal, you deserve it. bye, mr. criminal!” 
  • ned and peter’s contact photos being quadruple-chin selfies
  • “hey! you’re the spider man! yeah! do a flip!”
  • “i’m sure the washington monument wasn’t built by…” *guard makes awkward wiggly hand gesture* “…oh.”
  • “i would never want to lose a student on a school trip. …never again.”
  • the fucking school tv thingy with the awkward terribly scripted videos
  • “take it from a guy who was frozen for sixty-five years: the only way to be cool is to follow the rules”
  • that bit in gym class where peter forgets he’s supposed to suck at sport
  • when liz shows peter the really cute picture of like kittens or some shit and peter smiles and goes “yeah, cute!” but then the second liz stops showing him the photo he goes straight back to staring out the window with this fucking blank face
  • “i think… he larbs you.”
  • the golf course
  • “ned, some hats wear men, you wear that hat.”
  • the news station’s go-to image of spider-man is him coming out of a port-a-loo trying to get toilet paper off his boot
  • “WHAT THE FU-”

anonymous asked:

You saying that the UK has its shit together is kind of depressingly hilarious. We deeply truly don’t. It reminds me of that post that’s like you can drown in 6“ of water or 6m but you’ve still drowned. Our government hates poor/disabled/young people. Their rules aren’t great and are kind of arbitrary and often the government contradict themselves week to week. Also let us not forget they’re about to break international law... So yeah it might seem not as bad but trust me it’s still terrible!

Oh, listen, it’s far from perfect. But the level of insanity in the US right now is just… our president is openly encouraging people to NOT wear masks.

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to know better

I was tagged by @x-i-l-verify! (I kept forgetting to do this, honestly.)

Relationship status: Single. No one wanna date a heteromantic ace hahah.

Favourite colour: Black, dark blue, and dusty pink, because those literally the only colours the I wear. Though I also like green and grey/silver, mostly on hair and other things…….. just not clothes.

Three favorite foods: Peach-anything, pasta with tomato-based sauce, and a traditional Indonesian food called nasi timbel. I love me my Indonesian food!

Song stuck in my head: Megalovania. I’ve been playing Undertale again recently so I’ve been listening to the soundtrack album again while working.

Last thing I googled: “volume button doesn’t work during online class on windows ten” because that’s what has been happening when I’m teaching and it annoys me so much.

Time: 00:44

Dream trip: A trip around Europe, I guess? I’ve never been there before and it looks, sounds, and seems like a magical place.

Anything I really want: Hmmm………. Lemme think. Hongbin to be with VIXX again not matter how? To be able to afford anything I want, including to buy my parents and little brother anything they want. Hahah. I’m a sap when it comes to my parents and brother. Also, for 2020 to be done with all of these craziness, I MISS TEACHING IN CLASS DAMMIT!!! I really miss my students. Online class sucks. :(

I’m tagging @starbins, @dorks6, and @marianne-in-wonderland! You guys don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though. :D

I was tagged by @basmathgirl! Actually remembering to do one of these, lol. A lot of the time I copy the text for these & then totally forget about it, lol.

Rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

Relationship status: single

Favourite colour: olive green

Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick, I guess, but I rarely wear either

Favourite food: peanut butter

Last song I listened to: Pleasure on Credit by Mike Doughty

Last movie I watched: no idea, lol - I mainly watch sports these days and the local news :P

Top three favourite shows: Of all time? Judging Amy, NCIS & X-Files. Though currently I’m back on an Elementary binge bc fuck, that show is so good.

Top three favourite bands: More like favorite artists, lol. Tori Amos, Mike Doughty & Aimee Mann are my favorite musicians. If I had to pick BANDS specifically, Soul Coughing, Boy & Bear and Broken Bells, I think. 

Books I Am Reading: Nothing, currently, sadly enough. I did just buy a copy of The Hot Zone by Richard Preston bc I really want to read it (it’s about Ebola, so you know, great time to read something like that, lmao).

I’m gonna tag @machtaholic, @baronessblixen, @akka-van-kebnekaise, @topaz-eyes & @theabbiescreams :)))