Send in three characters to a blog and the admin must choose one to sleep with (bed) one to marry (wed) and one to kill (behead).
Truth or Dare:
Ask a blog admin “Truth or Dare?” then choose from this list or create your own! =]
>> Truth <<
1. If you could pick any character to spend a night with, who would it be?
2. What is your favorite thing about yourself?
3. What is your one regret?
4. If you could go back in time to any period or place, where would it be?
5. If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
6. Who was your first TV or music crush?
7. What are three features of your perfect mate?
8. Who is your OTP?
9. If you were allowed to change your past, would you?
10. If you were stranded on an island, what three things would you bring?
11. If you could only watch one show for the rest of your life, what would it be?
12. What is your all time favorite band/song/genre?
13. What is the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?
14. What is your deepest, darkest fantasy?
15. If you had to give up one thing, would it be food or sex?
>> Dare <<
Dares are a bit different online than the usual version. Dares act as “prompts” and the blog admin must write a drabble to fit the dare with the assigned character =]
1. “I dare you to drink this whole bottle of wine.”
2. “I dare you to run around the house… naked.”
3. “I dare you to kiss me.”
4. “I dare you to eat this whole bag of brussel sprouts.”
5. “I dare you to spend the whole night in (y/n)’s bed.”
6. “I dare you to give me your underwear.”
7. “I dare you to tell me the truth.”
8. “I dare you to admit that you were wrong.”
9. “I dare you to cuddle with me.”
10. “I dare you to close your eyes for two solid minutes. No peaking.”
11. “I dare you to admit you have feelings for them.”
12. “I dare you to take this shot.”
13. “I dare you to let me drive your car.”
14. “I dare you to do all the chores for a month.”
15. “I dare you to tell me you love me.”
The OR Game:
Send a blog two things to choose from and the admin must pick one of the two options. Choose from this list or create your own! =]
1. Vanilla or chocolate?
2. Fish or chips?
3. Day or night?
4. Hollywood party or private pub?
5. Werewolf or vampire?
6. Books or Tv?
7. Blonde or Brunette?
8. Wine or Beer?
9. Summer or winter?
10. High heels or sneakers?
11. Red or Black?
12. Sweet or spicy?
13. Bare feet or socks?
14. Blankets or pillows?
15. Cat or dog?
Head-Canons and Confessions:
Send in an anonymous confession to a blog. These can be personal or related to a head-canon (such as ‘I think _______ would be really rough in bed’) The admin can choose to add to your confession, make it into a drabble, or leave it as is.
The same piece of music - “Harnessing Anger” - is used in both of these scenes. In the first, the scene is intercut with flashbacks of Kara losing her family/world. It is the anger of remembering that loss that enables her to defeat Red Tornado. In the second scene, no flashbacks are necessary. The stakes are clear: If Kara fails, she will never see Alex again. Here, it is the anger at the thought of losing Alex (again, her family/world), of not being able to save her sister, that gives Kara the sheer physical strength to stop the spaceship.
Speaking from experience, I can tell you that Jack Zimmermann, who grew up chubby and awkward and strange-looking, will now sometimes catch a glimpse of his reflection and not recognize himself. And in those little jarring moments he’ll see his dad, not how he is now, but how he looked when Jack was still growing up.
I’ve known my sister, Hannah, her entire life. I met her the
day she was born. I was there when everyone first saw the purple and blue veins
on her left cheek. But, I don’t remember seeing them for the first time. I don’t
remember giving them much thought. For the past fifteen years, I can recall a
handful of days I or anyone in my family have spared a thought to those veins
on her cheek. I have spent much more time being jealous of her natural beauty.
But, today is one of those other days, one of that small
handful. Today my sister shares a story and it’s not the first of its kind. She
sits on the kitchen counter, eats an apple and says that it was photo
day for her soccer team. She describes posing for a profile shot with her left
cheek facing the camera.
“Don’t you want to face the other way?” The camerawoman asks as politely as possible.
“No, I’m fine.” She says and holds her ground.
“Are you sure?”
“No, I’m good.”
And then, having given up her crusade, “That’s some bruise! Did you get that in a soccer
“No,” and I know she must have shared an awkward smile and
laugh, “It’s a birthmark.”
And I’m sure the woman was not expecting that and I am in no
way attempting to ridicule her for her words. What I am trying to do, is revel
in the bravery and self-confidence of my fifteen-year-old sister. My sister,
who has stood in front of countless people, both children and adults, and dared
to be proud of her appearance.
“Is that a tattoo?” “No, it’s just a birthmark.”
“What happened to your face?” “It’s a birthmark.”
“Did someone hit you?” “No.”
“You know, when you get older, you could get plastic surgery. It would be like it was never there.”
I have only spared a handful of days like this, contemplating
my sister’s appearance and strength of character. I do not take notice of the purple and blue on her face. But, I know she thinks about it every
day. I know she sees it. I hope she continues to embrace it.