someone open a window or something

Questions time
  • 1: is there a boy/girl in your life?
  • 2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
  • 3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”
  • 4: what’s something you really want right now?
  • 5: are you afraid of falling in love?
  • 6: do you like the beach?
  • 7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
  • 8: what’s the background on your cell?
  • 9: name the last four beds you were sat on?
  • 10: do you like your phone?
  • 11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?
  • 12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?
  • 13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?
  • 14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
  • 15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?
  • 16: are you tired?
  • 17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?
  • 18: are they a relative?
  • 19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?
  • 20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?
  • 21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?
  • 22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
  • 23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?
  • 24: is there a certain quote you live by?
  • 25: what’s on your mind?
  • 26: do you have any tattoos?
  • 27: what is your favorite color?
  • 28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
  • 29: who are you texting?
  • 30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?
  • 31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?
  • 32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
  • 33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?
  • 34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
  • 35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?
  • 36: were you single on valentines day?
  • 37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?
  • 38: what do your friends call you?
  • 39: has anyone upset you in the last week?
  • 40: have you ever cried over a text?
  • 41: where’s your last bruise located?
  • 42: what is it from?
  • 43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?
  • 44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?
  • 45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?
  • 46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?
  • 47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?
  • 48: do you make supper for your family?
  • 49: does your bedroom have a door?
  • 50: top 3 web-pages?
  • 51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?
  • 52: does anything on your body hurt?
  • 53: are goodbyes hard for you?
  • 54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?
  • 55: how is your hair?
  • 56: what do you usually do first in the morning?
  • 57: do you think two people can last forever?
  • 58: think back to january 2007, were you single?
  • 59: green or purple grapes?
  • 60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?
  • 61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
  • 62: when will be the next time you text someone?
  • 63: where will you be 5 hours from now?
  • 64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.
  • 65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?
  • 66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
  • 67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?
  • 68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
  • 69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
  • 70: how many windows are open on your computer?
  • 71: how many fingers do you have?
  • 72: what is your ringtone?
  • 73: how old will you be in 5 months?
  • 74: where is your mum right now?
  • 75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?
  • 76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?
  • 77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?
  • 78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?
  • 79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?
  • 80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?
  • 81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?
  • 82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?
  • 83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?
  • 84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?
  • 85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?
  • 86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?
  • 87: who was your last received call from?
  • 88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?
  • 89: what is something you wish you had more of?
  • 90: have you ever trusted someone too much?
  • 91: do you sleep with your window open?
  • 92: do you get along with girls?
  • 93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
  • 94: does sex mean love?
  • 95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?
  • 96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?
  • 97: did you sleep alone this week?
  • 98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?
  • 99: do you believe in love at first sight?
  • 100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?
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recent collection of jimin and his (?) baby ft. jungkook lol (more descriptions in the captions)
i’m still debating where this kid came from (eg. coz of abo, from a mysterious affair, it’s actually baby jm, legit he’s their kid, or born from a peach come down from the heavens IDK YET)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE!!!
[here are my original tweets]

little monster | (m)

Originally posted by gotjimin

pairing: park jimin x reader | feat. kim namjoon
genre/warnings: smut, voyeurism sort-of, auralism? masturbation, teasing, switch themes
words: 8,844
summary: you’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong…
note. based on a request.

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Ideas for self care
  1. Make a warm bath with the works - bath bomb, lots of bubbles, lit candles
  2. Cook your favorite healthy meal and enjoy every bite, knowing it’s so good for your body
  3. Go somewhere quiet where no one can disturb you, and allow yourself a big cry - get out all of that frustration and stress
  4. Spend the evening watching your favorite shows with a big bowl of popcorn
  5. Allow yourself at least one day a week to sleep in an extra hour
  6. Call a favorite loved one for a good chat
  7. Put together a happiness playlist for when you’re feeling down and need a musical pick-me-up
  8. Treat yourself to something special like that lipstick you’ve had your eye on or a fresh batch of oatmeal cookies
  9. Clean up your room every night so you won’t feel stressed when you wake up in the morning
  10. Keep a positivity journal where you write down things you’re grateful for and positive thoughts about yourself
  11. Start your mornings off slowly and as stress-free as possible
  12. Plan pamper evenings with luxurious face masks, a fresh coat of nail polish
  13. Always have a favorite candle on hand to make your environment more pleasant
  14. Reserve a day at the salon to get your hair and nails done, as well as a message
  15. Give yourself an afternoon off to do something leisurely and fun
  16. Set your alarm for 20 minutes earlier than normal so you can lay around in bed for a while before you actually have to get up
  17. Go for a stroll through your favorite part of town
  18. Spend couple hours in a cute coffee shop with a good book or magazine
  19. Learn to let things go that weigh you down and cause you stress
  20. Embrace an attitude of gratitude
  21. Allow yourself moments to just let your guard down and be silly for a bit
  22. Unplug from social media for the day
  23. Make healthier choices when it comes to what you eat so you can feel better in your body every day
  24. Do something wonderful for someone else
  25. Enjoy some nostalgic from your childhood
  26. Drink lots and lots of water (try it infused with fresh fruit!) so you stay hydrated
  27. Do something that will make you laugh like crazy
  28. Take a nice long nap
  29. If possible, open all of your windows to enjoy the nice weather and fresh air
  30. Reach out to someone else for help or guidance
  31. Plan a weekend getaway for either yourself or with some close friends
  32. Brew a pot of delicious herbal tea and sweeten it with natural honey
  33. Spend some time journaling and writing down all of your thoughts
  34. Do something creative, like cooking a new recipe or trying a popular Pinterest DIY
  35. Write yourself a sweet note and hide it somewhere - you’ll find it some day in the future and smile
  36. Put on your favorite playlist and have a little dance party
  37. Buy yourself some fresh flowers at the start of every week
  38. Make your bed in the morning so you have something nice and cozy to crawl into at night
  39. Download an app that will send you positive affirmations every day
  40. Spend a little time out in the sun, soaking up that vitamin D
  41. Make a conscious effort to hug your loved ones more often - physical touch does wonders for the soul
  42. Jot down a list of reminders to tell yourself the next time you get overwhelmed
  43. Start and end your day with some light stretching and breathing exercises
  44. Surround yourself with things that make you feel happy, inspired, and at ease
  45. Always congratulate yourself on every task accomplished, big or small
Tips for Witches Keeping Their Practice Secret

Some of my witchy friends keep their practice secret for various reasons, so here’s a handful of tips for witches trying to do the same!

-Take up an interest in stones/zodiac/plants/etc
-Design your altar inside a shoebox that can easily be closed and hidden away
-Drink lots and lots of tea
-Dress or paint your nails in corresponding colors
-Use a cleansing spray as perfume/air freshener
-Use herbs when you cook for correspondences
-Stir things clockwise
-If you’re not a tea fan, use ingredients in your coffee corresponding with intent/goal for the day (ie cinnamon or mint for luck/prosperity, sugar for a sweet day, etc)
-Take advantage of various mundane tools (cosmic witches can use galaxy themed objects, art witches can use paint water for potions and things, green witches can use a rake as a broom, so on.)
-Cleanse and clean at the same time! Wash negative energy off your floors/dishes, sweep away negativity, etc.)
-Incense is a relatively normal thing nowadays, and candles are always cool. Carve symbols into candles, use incense according to scent to cleanse or whatever
-WINDCHIMES
-Draw sigils in places that are difficult to see: purse, wallet, shoes, etc
-Enchant/charm various items you use daily (charm your keys so that they’re difficult to use
-If you don’t mind not speaking aloud, speak spells in your head
-Store your supplies in places where people won’t go, such as under your bed or in the back of your closet.
-If you’re making moon/star/sun water, leave it in a plastic water bottle. Of anyone asks, tell them you’re just a little messy and forgot to put it away or something.
-Make spell jars look like galaxy jars, candle holders, etc and people will be much less suspicious
-If someone asks, tell them sigils are just random doodles/made up language/brand symbol/etc
-Open up your windows as much as possible to let in natural light/fresh air!
-Meditate
-Dress your house will pictures of the moon/planets/stars/patron god/goddess/etc because ~aesthetic~
-Make your grimoire/BoS/whatever you like to call it look like a notebook, document, file, or something else relatively unsuspicious
-Remember that you are a wonderful, qualified witch no matter what type of witchcraft you practice

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ask me these things okay omg

1:Is there a boy/girl in your life?
2:Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
3:What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”
4:What’s something you really want right now?
5:Are you afraid of falling in love?
6:Do you like the beach?
7:Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
8:What’s the background on your cell?
9:Name the last four beds you were sat on?
10:Do you like your phone?
11:Honestly, are things going the way you planned?
12:Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?
13:Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?
14:Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
15:Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?
16:Are you tired?
17:How long have you known your 1st phone contact?
18:Are they a relative?
19:Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?
20:When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?
21:If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?
22:Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
23:How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?
24:Is there a certain quote you live by?
25:What’s on your mind?
26:Do you have any tattoos?
27:What is your favorite color?
28:Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
29:Who are you texting?
30:Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?
31:Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?
32:Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
33:Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
34:Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
35:Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?
36:Were you single on Valentines Day?
37:Are you friends with the last person you kissed?
38:What do your friends call you?
39:Has anyone upset you in the last week?
40:Have you ever cried over a text?
41:Where’s your last bruise located?
42:What is it from?
43:Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?
44:Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
45:Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?
46:Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?
47:Would you ever go bald if it was the style?
48:Do you make supper for your family?
49:Does your bedroom have a door?
50:Top 3 web-pages?
51:Do you know anyone who hates shopping?
52:Does anything on your body hurt?
53:Are goodbyes hard for you?
54:What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?
55:How is your hair?
56:What do you usually do first in the morning?
57:Do you think two people can last forever?
58:Think back to January 2007, were you single?
59:Green or purple grapes?
60:When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?
61:Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
62:When will be the next time you text someone?
63:Where will you be 5 hours from now?
64:What were you doing at 8 this morning.
65:This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
66:Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
67:Did you kiss or hug anyone today?
68:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
69:Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
70:How many windows are open on your computer?
71:How many fingers do you have?
72:What is your ringtone?
73:How old will you be in 5 months?
74:Where is your Mum right now?
75:Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?
76:Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?
77:Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?
78:Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?
79:Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?
80:Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?
81:How many people have you liked in the past three months?
82:Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?
83:Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
84:You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?
85:If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?
86:What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?
87:Who was your last received call from?
88:If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?
89:What is something you wish you had more of?
90:Have you ever trusted someone too much?
91:Do you sleep with your window open?
92:Do you get along with girls?
93:Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
94:Does sex mean love?
95:You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?
96:Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?
97:Did you sleep alone this week?
98:Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?
99:Do you believe in love at first sight?
100:Who was the last person that you pinky promise?

Nooroo is a little S H I T

So Nooroo is being forced to work for Hawkmoth, who the fandom has so far presumed to be Gabriel Agreste. But that doesn’t mean he has to work with him.

  • Nooroo tickling Gabe during important meetings
    • Gabe at an important gala or ball or something, and Nooroo tickles him so he spills wine on himself, Nathalie, or someone else.
      • Nooroo smells like wine for a week but it was so worth it.
  • Nooroo hiding pens, phones, remotes, and sketchbooks when Gabe isn’t looking.
  • Gabe hates open windows at night, so Nooroo starts opening every single door and window in the house at night. Especially if its winter.
  • Nooroo releasing all the butterflies in the middle of a board meeting
  • Nooroo letting his head peek out of Gabe’s chest pocket or whatever in the middle of a meeting
    • Someone asks about it, and Gabe has to save his ass by saying he likes to collect beanie babies
    • Now whenever he has a board meeting with those people he has to have at least one beanie babie out and around to keep up the act.
      • People start asking about them. “So where’s this weeks Beanie Baby?”
    • People in these meetings start telling other people; other boards, designers, interns
      • Eventually at the beginning of every meeting, Gabe is asked about the beanie babies.
        • Eventually he just shows it off even if no one is asked. Show and Tell. It’s added to the official minutes for each meeting.
    • Gabriel Agreste getting attached to the beanie babies
    • When Pap Pap is arrested, he asks if he can bring the beanie babies with him
    • Gabe gets used to having them around and starts using them as models
Vodka

This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?

Vodka
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.

romanian gothic
  • you park your car on the nearest sidewalk. pedestrians are on the road because the sidewalk is filled with cars. everyone moves on.
  • you park your car on the nearest sidewalk. there is no sidewalk. you are in the middle of a vast sunflower field. the road is gone. there is a stork.
  • you swear you’ve heard this folk song before. your buni insists it’s a different one.
  • you walk onto the metro with your things. you walk off the metro without your things.
  • you drive by multiple villages on your way to a city. there are little houses. this house has a stork nest on its roof. the next house has a nest too. the next one. the villages are inhabited by storks.
  • this construction site has been here for decades now. what are they building? it surely can’t be more blocuri.
  • an old lady sells you some plums at the market. you reach into your bag to pay, but its empty. you look back up to explain, but the lady has vanished
  • you must do the sign of the cross two times every time you pass a church. you’ve been doing the sign of the cross for hours now on your way to work/school. your arm is getting tired.
  • you’re meeting friends of your friends. you ask about their careers. they are in IT. you are in IT. everyone is in IT. why did you ask?
  • you’re in a roundabout. the car in front of you is heading your way. which direction was the roundabout again? nobody seems to know.
  • you’re done shitting. or whatever you were doing. you reach for the toilet paper, only to have that familiar pink sandpaper graze your fingers. you shed a single tear.
  • you can never outrun the stray dogs.
  • you have a slight headache. your eyes widen in fear. you shakily turn around. your window is open by a crack.
  • you managed to leave your homeland. “are you russian?”, a stranger asks.
  • your doctor declares you infertile. you cry, regretting never wearing papuci on your cold kitchen tiles.
  • “shouldn’t romanian gothic be like, dracula or something?”, someone asks. you hold your breath.
  • you walk into your friend’s home. they too have a picture of arsenie boca in their living room. arsenie listens in on your conversation. he always does.

My nighttime habit may have saved my life

This is a creepy experience by reddit user CarveAPumpkin

This happened two nights ago, so I’m still replaying it over and over in my head. I thought this would be a good place to share.  I’m a pretty predictable person, with a predictable schedule, so I’m not sure if this was a random occurrence or if someone knew my nightly routine.

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Esteban

by reddit user alackofcoasters

As a teacher, I get to see and hear a lot of horror stories, maybe not the kind that you are used to. Kids being abused by teachers or parents, students who get hooked on hard drugs and lose scholarships, even teenagers getting raped in the classroom. Bad things happen to good kids. It breaks my heart. All in all, it’s all pretty horrific, some of the things they warn you about in school when you’re getting your teaching credential.

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Ask me questions!?

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?
2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”
4: what’s something you really want right now?
5: are you afraid of falling in love?
6: do you like the beach?
7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
8: what’s the background on your cell?
9: name the last four beds you were sat on?
10: do you like your phone?
11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?
12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?
13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?
14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?
16: are you tired?
17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?
18: are they a relative?
19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?
20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?
21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?
22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?
24: is there a certain quote you live by?
25: what’s on your mind?
26: do you have any tattoos?
27: what is your favorite color?
28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
29: who are you texting?
30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?
31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?
32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?
34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?
36: were you single on valentines day?
37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?
38: what do your friends call you?
39: has anyone upset you in the last week?
40: have you ever cried over a text?
41: where’s your last bruise located?
42: what is it from?
43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?
44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?
45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?
46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?
47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?
48: do you make supper for your family?
49: does your bedroom have a door?
50: top 3 web-pages?
51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?
52: does anything on your body hurt?
53: are goodbyes hard for you?
54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?
55: how is your hair?
56: what do you usually do first in the morning?
57: do you think two people can last forever?
58: think back to january 2007, were you single?
59: green or purple grapes?
60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?
61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
62: when will be the next time you text someone?
63: where will you be 5 hours from now?
64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.
65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?
66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?
68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
70: how many windows are open on your computer?
71: how many fingers do you have?
72: what is your ringtone?
73: how old will you be in 5 months?
74: where is your mum right now?
75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?
76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?
77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?
78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?
79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?
80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?
81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?
82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?
83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?
84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?
85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?
86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?
87: who was your last received call from?
88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?
89: what is something you wish you had more of?
90: have you ever trusted someone too much?
91: do you sleep with your window open?
92: do you get along with girls?
93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
94: does sex mean love?
95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?
96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?
97: did you sleep alone this week?
98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?
99: do you believe in love at first sight?
100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?

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Hannigram + temporary amnesia? 🙃

Will woke to a blur of sun blotting out his vision. Sheer curtain panels fluttered across an open window. There was a strange tightness in his cheek, and an ache that spread from shoulder to chest. When he tried to move, he realized his leg was broken.

“Hello?” he said, absent, looking down at the splint holding his leg in a stiff line. The room was papered in a delicate floral pattern. He had never seen it before.

A man–strangely handsome, sharply dressed, elegant–entered through the open door. “You’re awake,” he said with a half-smile.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

The man cocked his head and frowned. “You don’t remember?”

“No.”

“Do you at least know who you are?”

“Will Graham.”

“And what is the last thing you remember?”

Will closed his eyes and searched his well of memory. Dogs and wet grass. The sputter of his ancient coffee machine. Wolf Trap in all its quiet, unchanging brilliance.

“I went to sleep in my own bed. I was in Wolf Trap, Virginia.” It occurred to Will just then that he should panic, but his body wouldn’t allow it.

The man sat in an armchair near the window. “I see. And you have no idea who I am.”

“No. The look on your face says that I probably should.”

The man was quiet for some time and then, “You’ve been in an accident,” he said. “We were in an accident together.”

There were deep, angry gashes on the backs of the man’s hands. “What sort of accident?”

“The sort we shouldn’t have survived. You should eat, perhaps it will come back to you.”

Will leaned back against the headboard. He was very tired, though he’d perhaps been sleeping for days. “I don’t know that I’m hungry right now.”

“I’ll fix you something anyway,” the man said, walking toward the door, watching Will carefully from the corner of his eye.

“Wait,” Will said before the man disappeared. “What’s your name?”

“Hannibal,” he said. “Hannibal Lecter.”

The name rang clear and brilliant, though not of recognition. It was something planted deeper, etched in viscera and fettered deep beneath his bones. Will would have googled the name, but there was no technology around, not even a rotary telephone. Wherever they were, it was a place not meant to be found.

Hannibal served him vegetable broth. “If you can keep this down, I’ll make you something better,” he promised, watching Will sip from his trembling spoon.

“It’s good. Thank you.”

“Are we hiding from someone?” Will asked when the broth was almost gone.

“Yes.”

“We did something terrible,” Will said, and it was not a question. “Do you want me to know?”

“I’d rather you remember on your own than I tell you.”

“Was it that bad?”

“Memories that are your own are different from the stories you’re told. What happened is too important to be the latter.”

“And what if I never remember?”

Silent, Hannibal turned and gazed out the open window.

“I remember sitting across from you in room with long windows,” Will said when three days had passed. “The curtains were striped red, and we drank wine the same color.”

“My office in Baltimore. We spent many evenings there.”

“I can’t tell if this is a happy memory.” Will searched Hannibal’s face for an answer, grasping at the shine of his eyes. “I think it’s probably more complicated than happy or sad.”

“I was happy,” Hannibal said. “Every moment we were together.”

On the seventh day, Will traced a finger over his abdominal scar and remembered, in fragments and gasps, that fateful night in Hannibal’s kitchen.

“Why did you kill that girl?”

“Her name was Abigail,” Hannibal said while examining Will’s fractured leg.

“She was someone that I loved.”

“Yes.”

“Are you someone that I love?”

Hannibal’s fingers stilled against the curve of Will’s calf. “That is my greatest hope.”

Hannibal came back to Will in shards fitted together with gold. Kintsugi of the mind.

“I remember watching you through the glass,” he said when a month had passed. His leg was healing well.

“And do you remember how you felt?”

Beneath Will’s ribs, a dull ache began to bloom. “I wanted to touch you. Crawl in with you.”

“There is no glass between us now.”

Will reached for Hannibal’s hand, and he remembered.

Last Game Summary *MAJOR SPOILERS*

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The show I went to had the liveviewing for the seiyuu greetings as well so I’ll write a bit of that after this.

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Josh Dun Imagine

Prompt: Josh is in a car accident 

It was late Friday night when you got the phone call.  Josh had gone out with some friends to celebrate him being back in LA.  You were equally excited to be back home and have a bit of a break, but you chose to stay home and enjoy doing absolutely nothing for the first time in months. You and Josh had spent all of last week in Jamaica, holed up in a luxury hotel to have a nice vacation together, so you didn’t even bat an eye when Josh told you that he was meeting some of his friends. You simply kissed him and sent him on his way.

It had been two or three hours since Josh had left when your phone rang.  Laura’s name popped up, along with a picture of her, Josh and you from Ashley’s wedding.

“Hi Laura,” you answered.

“Y/N?” She asked, voice broken and sounding almost hysterical.

“Laura? What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to make out what she was sobbing through the phone.

“It’s Josh,” she cried, and your heart instantly dropped down to the pit of your stomach.

“Mom—,” you heard either Ashley or Abigail say before there was shuffling on the other line.

“Hello?” you asked, becoming frantic.

“Y/N,” Ashley’s voice came through the phone, you could tell she’d been crying too, but she was more put together than her mother.

“Ashley, what the hell’s going on?  You guys are scaring the shit out of me. What about Josh?” you asked.

“They won’t tell us much over the phone. He was in an accident, and they called mom. They said he’s in a bad state, but they won’t say much else until we get there. Dad’s driving us to the airport, but it’ll be a while before we get a flight. Mom told them your name so they’ll release information to you when you get there. They took him to The Southside Kindred Hospital, but you’ve got to get there so you can figure out what’s going on. We’re all a bit in hysterics,” she said, voice rough with tears.

“Oh my god—,” you said, running around the house trying to collect your shoes and a jacket, before grabbing your wallet and keys. “Is he okay, Ash?” you asked on your way out the door.  You hurried into your car before speeding down the street.

“We don’t even know,” Ashley sounded frustrated. “Just call us when you get there and they’ve told you what’s going on. Get there quickly, please.  But drive safe because Josh being in the hospital is enough.”

“Of course, Ashley. I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Love you guys,” you said, knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel.

Your mind was in a thousand different places at once the entire drive to the hospital, but when  you got there, you parked quickly before practically sprinting inside the emergency room and over to the receptionist seated behind a desk.  

“Can I help you?” She asks.

You look around frantically, “My name’s Y/F/N,” you blurt out. “Josh Dun— was brought here.. or I mean I got a phone call from his mom and sister saying he’d been in a car accident and he was here or that he’d be here.”

“What’s your relation to him?” She asked, typing away on the computer.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you say.

“Right, okay.  He hasn’t arrived yet” she says, looking up at you from her screen.  The ambulance estimated arrival time to be 11:20, so it should be any minute now.  If you’d like to have a seat—“ she motions towards the waiting room, mostly emptied tonight.  

You paced around the room instead, looking out the window, just to give yourself something to do, until you heard the bustling sound of the emergency room doors being shoved open.  

“We need IV fluids stat—“

“I need to get this leg stabilized—“

“Not until we take care of that laceration!”

It’s almost like the whole thing happens in slow motion, because you’re able to pay attention to every single detail being flown through the doors.  There’s three EMT’s, all dressed in dark pants and a blue collar shirt.  Then there’s someone dressed in scrubs with a wind-breaker looking poncho on.  They’re all looking rather frazzled, muttering medical terms that you don’t quite understand.  And then there’s Josh.  You don’t get a perfect view of him, since everyone else is hovering over his body, but it’s enough.  He’s unconscious, his eyes closed peacefully, almost like he was sleeping.  Then you notice the blood gushing out of his temple, dripping into his eccentric yellow hair, almost making it look like the ruby color he had last summer again.  

You have to cover your mouth and bite down on the cloth of your sweatshirt to keep from screaming.  

They keep pushing him along in the stretcher.  Two nurses hold open some double doors and before you know it, he’s being pushed away, out of your sight again.  You run after them all, not wanting to be left in the dark.  Josh needed you.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” A nurse says, holding you back.  You push against him, trying to slip by, but it’s no use.  You’re hysterical and much too weak, so you let yourself all but collapse into the arms of this man instead.

“Where are they taking him?!” you say, a blubbery mess.  

“Our doctors are gonna take good care of him—“ he assures you as he helps you walk back to the waiting room.  You fall into the seat, curling your knees up into your chest and wounding your arms around yourself, just trying to hold it together.

It takes thirty three minutes for a doctor to come into the waiting room to find you.  He’s got a scrub cap and gloves on, which he removes as he walks your way.

“Can I see him?” you blurt out, your eyes full of hope.

“You’re Y/N?”  he asks.  You nod back quickly.  “Not right now, Y/N. He was in a very bad accident. It’s my understanding that the police will be in here shortly to tell you of the details of that, but I’m here to tell you about his medical condition. He’s in ICU now; we’ve got him stabilized. He is in serious condition though; the next few hours are crucial. His right leg is shattered, his arm is broken, too and he has several cuts and bruises; one on the right side of his head.  It was cut by glass, he has twelve stitches right now.  That injury may or may not have caused some trauma which could then potentially lead to some temporary memory loss or amnesia. But what we’re very worried about, is the internal damage. His entire body was bruised, and there was some internal bleeding in his lungs, which is not a good sign. They’re going to prep him for surgery now, to drain the fluids.  After we open him up, we’ll know the extent of the damage,” he pauses, staring down at the scrub cap he has in his hands, before taking a deep breath, “I don’t know if you’re a religious woman, Ms. Y/L/N but if you are, I would start saying some prayers. He’s not out of the woods yet. I’m sorry that I can’t give you better news, but as I said, it was a very bad accident and it’s very serious. But I will personally keep you updated, especially after his surgery,” the man finishes, patting you on the shoulder before he walked out and softly closed the door.

You stare ahead, stunned by everything the doctor said.  It was so much worse than you thought. Josh’s life was still in danger, and the doctor was worried he might not make it. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you stood up and started walking around the room, your hands finding your hair so you could give it a little tug, hoping the pull would relieve some of the fear flooding through you.  You wiped your tears away and tried to clear your throat so that you didn’t sound like the complete wreck that you felt like as you began dialing Ashley’s number.

“Y/N?” She answered right away. “How is he? Have you seen him yet?”

“I saw him coming in—” you said, the tears began stinging your eyes again.  “But not since they took him back.”

“What did the doctor say?” she asked.

“It’s bad Ashley. His leg and arm are broken and he’s got a cut on the side of his head but he’s in ICU and they’re prepping him for surgery because it’s really bad, like internally I guess. There’s blood in his lungs and they said he was stabilized but they don’t know what’s going on inside of his body,” you said, giving up on holding the tears back. “The doctor said we might want to start praying and it’s just really bad and I can’t fucking breathe in this waiting room they put me in. I can’t see him Ashley. I can’t go see him and he’s not okay.”

“Y/N, fuck, please breathe,” she says. Her voice was thick with emotion but it didn’t sound like she was crying. “He’s at one of the best hospitals in the state. They’re going to do everything they can. I’m sorry you’re there alone but we’re catching a flight out soon and we’ll be there in a few hours.  I called Tyler and Jenna, they’re coming too.”

“Okay,” you say, forcing yourself to breathe properly. “Call me when you guys get in.”

“Good. Just stay there.  Josh needs you to be strong. We’ll be there soon,” She promised.

“Get here safe,” you say, “Love you guys.”

“We love you,” Ashley says before hanging up.  

You scroll through your phone, wondering if you should call anyone.  You desperately wanted someone to be here with you, but everyone you considered calling either already knew, or was all the way back in Ohio.  You locked your phone and stuffed it back in your pocket, rendering the whole thing pointless.  

It takes Josh’s family over five hours to get to you.  In that time, you’ve been visited by the doctor twice, telling you that Josh was still in surgery, but that he was stable and they were doing the best they could.  You’d also been to the bathroom twice to throw up, and bitten your nails down to the skin.  

Tyler and Jenna arrive first.  They run through the double doors, hand-in-hand, both with exhausted, but concerned looking faces.  

“Oh my god—“ Jenna says when she sees you.  They both rush over, engulfing you in a hug.  You cling to them, crying into one of their shoulders.  

“We got here first.  There was a flight leaving that had two empty seats.  We told Laura to go, but she refused to leave Ash, Jordan, or Abigail.  What the hell happened?” Tyler says.  

“Fuck if I know! He was in a car accident and they said the police would come in and tell me about that, which they haven’t. I swear to God if he drove while he was drunk I’m gonna-”

“Y/N,” Tyler cuts you off. “Calm down. Breathe.”

You stopped talking and focused on Jenna rubbing your back as you counted your breaths.

“This isn’t real..” you say, as you lean your head on Jenna’s shoulder. “Tell me he’s going to be okay, Ty.”

Tyler sighs, “Josh’s been a fighter since the day both of us have met him. He’s always fought for what he’s cared about.  Music.  The band.  You.  He’s not about to give up that easily. He’s gonna fight through this.”

You let out a broken sob as you used the sleeves of your shirt to wipe tears away. Then you all sat there in silence for a while after that.  

Only a couple of minutes passed when two policemen walked in, looking around the room sadly. “Which one of you is Y/F/N?” One of them asked, looking at you like he already knew.

“Me,” you croaked out, sitting upright on the seat.

“We’re just here to tell you about the accident,” The other said.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“A few witnesses all gave the same story. But uh Mr. Dun was driving when a car suddenly swerved across the center line and hit him head on. The airbags deployed and the cars were spinning until Mr. Dun’s car hit the barrier. The driver of the other car was intoxicated above legal limit, and died at the scene. Mr. Dun was stuck in his car, which was pressed against the barrier, so it took a while for paramedics to get him out. He was unconscious when they arrived, witnesses said he was unconscious when they ran over there.” The first policeman said. “We’ve just printed off the pictures of the cars and the damage. These copies are yours.”

You reached out and took the papers, waiting until the police left before he looked at them. “Oh my god,” you gasped as you almost fell back on to the couch. Tyler helped you sit down before they looked at the pictures. Josh’s car was completely demolished. It looked like a pile of black and gray scrap metal. And you weren’t particularly religious, but you said another silent prayer thanking whatever higher power that Josh even made it out alive, while simultaneously begging for him to make it through the night.

You looked at the clock again, and was about to make some comment under your breath about how long this surgery was taking before the door opened and the same doctor walked in again. You stood up immediately, walking to the doctor. “Well?”

He looked around at the new faces in the room before continuing, “The impact of the collision physically caused a broken rib to puncture a lung. We are in the process of emptying his lungs of any fluid that’s making it hard to breathe. He’s still stable, though, which is good. He can’t breathe on his own, so he’s got a breathing tube. Tonight is going to be a big one, and the next few days will decide a lot, but we’re hopeful. His body is going through a lot, trying to heal itself. It’s up to him now and he has to fight to get better.”

“So that’s all you can do?” You asked, not sure if you should be relieved or not.

“For now. We’ll keep doing what we can for him.”

Dr. Wells nodded. “We put him in a medically induced coma, the body heals best that way, and it lets him sleep through the worst of the pain. As of now, we plan to have him in the coma for a week, but we will keep you updated. You should be able to go in and visit him soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded, not sure of what else to do or ask.

“I’ll come get you when you can visit him,” he promised.

You thanked the doctor before going back and sitting down, pulling out your phone to call Ashley.  You were just ready to ring her again, when her name popped up on your phone, “Just getting ready to call you,” you answered.

“We’re heading over now,” she said. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable,” you said.

“Okay,” Ashley said, “See you in a few.”

You nearly dropped your phone when Laura and Ashley walk through the doors.  You sprint over and wrap your arms around the both of them, letting them hold you tight.  The rest of Josh’s family filter in behind them, all with tear stained faces and tired eyes.

“What’s going on?” Laura said, wiping her eyes.

Just then, the doctor reemerges.  “Ah, family I presume?”

“I’m his mother,” Laura says, outstretching her arm.  “How is he?”

“We’ve set his broken bones and put casts on, and we’re monitoring him carefully. He’s been stabilized, but you can go see him now,” Dr. Wells said. “Not all of you at once though, please. Just three of you for now.”

Laura nodded. “Y/N and Ash, come with me for now.”

“Laura,” you say, shaking your head, looking at Josh’s dad.

“Go ahead, son,” he says. “I’ll be in to see him soon.”

You nodded, following the doctor, “I just want to warn you, he’s pretty beat up,” he says before he opened the door to Josh’s room, letting the three of you in before he left. You stood frozen at the foot of the bed. Josh looked more than beaten and bruised; he was hooked up to machines and he had an IV running into his arm. The right side of his head was shaved down to the skin where there was a nasty looking cut just above his ear that stretched around the side of his head.

You heard Ashley and Laura whispering quietly to Josh, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You felt like you weren’t really here, almost like you were just watching a tragic movie play out, but you were brought back to reality when you forced yourself to understand that this was Josh lying in the hospital bed, fighting for his life right now.

Laura walked over and kissed your forehead. “We’ll give you a minute, then send the others in,” she said.

You nodded as they walked out the door and immediately you went to sit in the chair at Josh’s side. “Hi, love,” you said, voice thick with emotion as you entwined your fingers with Josh’s. “Wow, I hate seeing you like this.” you thought about what you wanted to say, although you were pretty sure Josh couldn’t hear you anyway. “You’ve got me so worried, baby. Your mum and dad, Ashley and Abigail, Jordan, Tyler and Jenna.  They’re all here, everyone’s so worried about you, babe. We love you so much. I love you so much, Josh, you’ve got to get better, okay? I want you to fight harder than you ever have before,” you said, looking down to where your tears were falling on Josh’s bed. “You’ve got to get better and pull through, okay? For me. I need you.”

You sat there for another minute, letting yourself cry and hold Josh’s hand. Y

When you walked back to the room, you sent the others in before sitting, curled up on a seta, not looking at anyone else. You sat there for a while with your head on your knees, thinking about Josh and how much you loved him, and how completely fucked your life would be if Josh wasn’t in it anymore.

You only look up after feeling someone’s soft touch on your shoulder.  “Why don’t you head home, love?” It’s Laura. “You need rest.”

You immediately shake your head.  “I’m going to sleep shitty no matter where I am, I might as well be here.”

Laura nods before sighing.  “We rented a hotel nearby,” she says, looking reluctant to leave.  “We’ll be back in a few hours,” she says.

Once they’re gone and Tyler and Jenna emerge from Josh’s room, you head back in, taking the chair near his bed.  “I love you. I love you so much,” you sighed, letting the steady beeping of Josh’s heart monitor lull you to sleep.

When you wake up, it was to a sore neck, the fast beeping of the heart monitor and the door to Josh’s room being thrown open quickly. “You need to leave,” A nurse says as she practically pulled you from the chair and a flood of doctors ran in.

“No, what’s going on,” you asked, suddenly very alert as you saw electric shock paddles.

“You need to go,” The nurse says.

You heard the fast beeping of the heart monitor suddenly turn to a long, steady, beep. “No!” you scream.  “Josh, no!” You push past his nurse before another pulled on your arms. “Don’t you fucking leave!” you yelled. “Josh please, wake up!” The nurses dragged you out just as the doctor ripped Josh’s dressing gown open and placed the paddles on his chest.

You were hyperventilating as you felt strong, somewhat familiar arms around you instead of the nurses. “Y/N,” You heard Tyler say.

“Ty, no,” You cried. “He can’t.”

“No, no, no no no no, fuck no,” you sobbed, collapsing into Tyler’s arms further, “I can’t breathe. He has to be okay!”

All you could think about was Josh, and no, Josh couldn’t be gone.  You clutched yourself around the middle, trying to put some sort of pressure on your body to hold it together.  But it was too hard, so you let Tyler hold you instead while you sobbed into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

It wasn’t until a nurse walked in that you could breathe again.  

“We got him back,” she says, sighing a breath of relief.  

You gasped as you felt air fill your lungs for what felt like the first time in hours. “He’s okay?”

“He’s stable again,” she says.

“Can I see him?”

“You need rest—“ Tyler interjected.  

“I need to see him!” you argue.  “I need to call Laura—“

“What and wake her up too?  You all need rest.”

You finally gave in and rested your head in Jenna’s lap as Tyler threw a blanket over you. You listened to the quiet noise of the TV playing and fell asleep again to Jenna running her fingers through your hair.

The next time you wake up, it was more peaceful. Jenna was whispering to Tyler about something you couldn’t bring yourself to care about. You stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around. Jordan and Ashley were sitting in one of the chairs on their phones. Abigail was sitting next to her dad on the couch and Laura was by the water cooler.  

The doctor walks through the double doors just then, causing you to become more alert.  “Josh’s been improving significantly since he flat lined this morning. He’ll still be in the induced coma for the next few days, but if he keeps improving at this rate, he should be awake after that. You’re more than welcome to still come visit him, as long as you listen to the nurses,” he said giving you a look. “I will keep you updated, but just know he’ll still be out for a few days.”

They all nodded and thanked the doctor.

The next few days passed faster than you would’ve thought. Josh was slowly but steadily healing, and the doctor finally tells them that he thinks Josh would make a full recovery. You nearly melted with relief. You couldn’t help the nagging in your head that said even if he physically recovered, he still might have head trauma and memory loss.

Josh was starting to look better, much to your relief. His smaller cuts were healing, and the color was starting to come back to his face.

One week after his accident, you, Laura and Jordan were in Josh’s room as the doctor took out the breathing tube, and you all let out a sigh of relief when Josh started breathing on his own.

“We’ve stopped the medicine that’s keeping him in a coma,” the nurse says. “It could take anywhere for a few hours to a few days for him to completely wake up though. This is all up to him now. When his body is ready to wake up, it will. I know this is a hard time to be patient, but I don’t want you to get discouraged if he doesn’t wake up today, okay?”

All three of them nodded.

“Alright, Josh,” Jordan says. “You’ve kept us here for the longest week of our lives. Time to wake up now, bro.”

Josh didn’t wake up the first day, like you’d hoped he would.

You tried not to worry when Josh didn’t wake up the second day either.

By the time it got to the forth day they’d taken Josh off the medicine, you began panicking. “You can’t do anything?” You asked the doctor for what had to have been the thousandth time.

“He’s still recovering and his body is exhausted,” he says, “Give him time.”

You started losing track of the days and time, seeing as you didn’t leave the hospital for two weeks. When you woke up one day, you blinked and looked around to see that the sun had set, but it was still fairly light outside. The room was quiet, except for Josh’s heart monitor. You looked to the clock to see that you’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, but it was still early evening. You rubbed your eyes before you felt the same thing that woke you up in the first place: a slight pressure on your hand that was laced with Josh’s.

“Josh?” you asked, jumping up and sitting on the edge of the bed running your free hand through Josh’s messy hair. “Love, can you hear me?” you tried not to get too excited, but you knew that you hadn’t imagined Josh squeezing it. “Babe, if you can hear me, can you please try to squeeze my hand again?”

You waited and felt the slightest pressure on your hand again. Your eyes filled with tears of relief. You reached up to press the red button to call a nurse in, before you turned your attention back to Josh. “Are you waking up, love?” you asked. Josh squeezed your hand again. “Josh,” you sighed, cupping the side of his face. “Can you find your voice, baby?”

Josh sighed and you saw movement underneath his eyelids, but he kept his them shut as he squeezed your hand again, but for longer. “That’s okay,” you said quietly, afraid of being too loud. The nurse walked in, eyes wide as she looked at Josh and you. “He’s waking up,” you smiled.

She grinned at him. “I’ll go get Dr. Cochran.”

“Do you know who I am, love?” you asked, the question burning in his head. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Josh squeezed your hand again and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that you thought sounded almost offended. You loved that it sounded crazy for Josh not to know who you were.

“He’s waking up?” Dr. Cochran asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Wonderful. I need you to step back for a few minutes,” Dr. Cochran says.

You hesitate and Josh squeezes your hand tighter than he had yet, but you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Not going anywhere far. I’m right here.”

“She hasn’t left your side yet, Josh,” Dr. Cochran says. “Don’t think I could get her to leave now.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse continued asking Josh questions, progressing to see if Josh could feel his feet, arms, legs, chest, hips. Yes, yes, yes. He could feel it all. “We’re going to turn all of the lights off, except for the lamp in the corner, okay Josh? It’s not too bright in here, it wont hurt your eyes. I know your eyelids feel heavy now, and I know you’re exhausted, but can you please try to open your eyes?”

You watched, with his heart pounding heavily as Josh’s eyes fluttered, but his eyelids stayed closed.

“I need you to try a little harder for me, Josh,” Dr. Wells said.

Josh let out a quiet, yet disgruntled sigh as his eyes moved rapidly under his lids. Dr. Cochran looked at you, then looked pointedly at Josh, nodding his head once.

You nodded before going and sitting on the bed next to Josh.  You took his hand in yours again,  “Hey love, it’s me,” you said quietly. “Been waiting here for an awful long time to see you awake again. I miss you. I miss your eyes.  Can you open up for me? Just for a bit, then you can go back to sleep.”

Josh’s eyes fluttered again, then finally opened and you let out the biggest sigh of relief. Josh let out a soft grunt, then let his eyes close again, blinking them slowly before he opened them again.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said softly, waiting for Josh’s glazed eyes to focus on you.

“You’ve been on a breathing tube, which is why your throat is sore.  Don’t try to talk yet if it hurts too much. I’m very glad to see you awake, Josh. A lot of people will be glad. You can sleep now, we’ll do some more tests when you wake up again.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse left, and Josh’s eyes started drooping immediately. “Your family are here, Josh, I’m sorry they’re not in here right now. They’ll be in here when you wake up again.”

Josh squeezed your hand tightly as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out.

“I’ll be here too, promise.”

The next time Josh woke up was the next morning; Laura was by his side while you sat on the windowsill. The doctor ran some more tests and Josh cleared his throat once before he decided he needed to sleep again.

Josh didn’t wake up again until the next night. You were sitting next to Josh when he stretched out his fingers and you looked up to see Josh looking at you with a small smile on his face. You took his hand immediately and smiled.

“Hi,” you smiled.

Josh cleared his throat and looked over to the small side table.

“Water?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Don’t talk if it hurts too much,” you warned.

Josh shook his head. “Throat feels a little better,” he says. His voice was rough and scratchy, so quiet that you had to strain yourself to listen carefully, but Josh was talking.

You sighed in relief. “Good. You still look out of it.”

“How?” Josh asked.

You smiled. “You just look exhausted.”

“I’m so tired,” he sighed.

You kissed his forehead, “Go back to sleep, baby. I love you so much. Gonna be right here when you wake up.”

“Love you,” Josh sighed before he fell asleep again.

It took three more days for Josh to be awake longer than fifteen minutes, and for his eyes to clear up. By that point, the anesthesia had completely worn off, and Josh was looking much better.

Everyone visited constantly throughout the day.  Tyler and Jenna were in and out and Josh’s entire family had been staying in the nearby hotel for weeks now.  When everyone all finally left at the end of the day, Josh made space on the bed for you to lay with him.

“You scared the shit out of me, you know?” you whispered.

“Will you tell me everything, now?” he asked.  No one had told Josh what had happened, more focused on getting him better, since he was mostly out of it anyway and he wouldn’t remember. But now he was alert, and you forced yourself to open up.

“Car accident. Drunk driver hit you head on and it was bad. The car is completely wrecked, sorry about that,” you sighed. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“I was at the club. We were having a good time, but I really didn’t feel like drinking. I stayed with everyone for a bit, then I wanted to get home to you,” he said. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to the other driver?”

You closed your eyes. “He didn’t make it.”

Josh tensed and squeezed your fingers tightly. “They died?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry.,” you whispered.

“I almost died too?”

“You did for minute,” you said squeezing your eyes shut again, you let yourself inhale the smell of him before continuing. “I was right here, beside you, and you started flatlining.  They had to drag me out and do the whole paddle-thing.  I thought I was going to lose you.  It was the worst minute of my entire fucking life,” you whispered.

Josh squeezed your hand tightly, but you kept your eyes closed, ignoring the tears filling up as you thought about the seconds you thought you’d lost Josh.

“It was that bad?”

“They didn’t think you were gonna make it through the night. I’ve never been so scared in my life,”  you said.

“Babe,” Josh whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault. I’m just scared to leave you alone right now. Don’t wanna let you go,” you sighed.

“I don’t really want you to leave. But promise me something?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“After I fall asleep again, go home. Shower, eat some food, and try to sleep. I love you so much and I’m so grateful to you for being here but you haven’t left the hospital in what?  Three weeks? Ash and my mom will be back soon,  Ty’s here. I’ll be fine. You look like hell, love, and I’m a little worried,” Josh said.

You sighed. “I’ll shower and eat, but I’m not sleeping in the bed without you. I’m staying here until you can come home with me.”

Josh rolls his eyes but nods. “Fine. Thanks for being here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you sighed.

Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha? 

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?


1. Wolves

Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.

Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well. 

Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…

- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst

- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home

Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains. 

- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her

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Prompts! I keep hoping someone will do a NurseyDex AU where Dex is on a business trip to NYC (or wherever, any city of sufficient size would work, really) and Nursey takes pity on this poor lost man and offers to show him around and then romance ensues.

Derek looks up from his phone when his fingers brush the back of a hand instead of the coffee cup he’s expecting. “Sorry,” he says, “I thought that was–”

He’s staring, he knows he is, but Derek can’t seem to stop. His only comfort is, he supposes, that the man beside him is staring back at him from the most amazing eyes Derek thinks he’s ever seen. They’re golden–no, amber–and filled with light that only seems to be intensified by the color of the brows above them.

Derek is frozen, and the man is staring, a furrow between his eyebrows, and then–

“Dex?” the barista calls, and the man blinks and pulls back, cheeks flushing.

“Sorry, guess it was yours.” He lets go of the cup with Derek’s name scribbled on the side and reaches for the new one. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

“Neither was I.” He takes the cup as the man–Dex?–takes his own, and finds himself admiring the way color suffuses his cheeks, camouflaging freckles, the way his hair–copper under the lights of the cafe–falls ruffled across his forehead. “Long day?”

A shoulder and the corner of Dex’s mouth lift as he gestures to move past Derek to the assortment of sugar and cream. “The longest on record,” he says, and Derek can’t help but turn with him as he pours sugar into his coffee.

“Traveling?”

Dex nods. “How’d you–?”

“The accent. Maine?” He gots a nod. “First time in New York?”

Dex recovers his coffee and takes a sip. “Yeah, it’s…a lot.”

Derek laughs, cocking his hip against the counter. “It can be. Even for a native New Yorker such as myself. Derek, by the way,” he says, holding out his hand. “And you’re Dex.”

Bemusement crosses Dex’s face, but he takes Derek’s hand. His grip is good, firm, and Derek finds himself distracted by the width of his palm, by callouses left over from long days of work. Their hands fit well together, and Derek finds himself reluctant to let go.

“Yeah,” Dex says. “Holdover from hockey.”

Derek’s done for the day. He has nothing but an empty apartment and thirsty plants to go home to. And hockey? Hell. He knows hockey.

They get a table near the windows, regaling each other with tales of hockey played in high school and college, the both of them marveling that they never crossed paths before. They talk, hockey leading to school, school leading to hobbies. Derek tells Dex he likes to write (disingenuous, maybe, but true; he doesn’t need to go into how many titles he has to his name or the accolades he’s received for his poetry), and Dex nods and listens and tells him he was never good with putting words down on the page.

They talk, and Derek watches the way Dex’s hands curl around his coffee, the way his tongue curls against his lip. Outside, daylight turns to dusk. Inside, shadows play over Dex’s cheek, his eyelashes pale smudges, his eyes focused and pinning.

Derek should thank him for his company and go. Instead, he says, “You said this is your first time in the city? You, uh, want to grab a bite to eat? I know some great places close by, and if it’s your first time, you should really have someone experienced show you around.”

Dex’s cheeks flush. His eyes flicker from Derek to his own hands around his empty cup to his–their–reflection in the shop’s window. Dex breathes deep, and Derek braces himself for a polite brush off, but then Dex’s mouth is twitching and he’s turning to Derek and he’s saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Derek grins, heart suddenly racing. “Good,” he says. “Great. I promise, it’ll be a night you won’t forget.”

A beat, and then Derek feels his skin heat, opens his mouth to…do something. Dig himself out of that particular innuendo. Apologize for sounding presumptuous.

Dex stares, face unreadable, and then he stands, smiles. “I don’t doubt that,” he says. “Come on. Show me your city.”

The time is now. Derek can’t wait.

Still Sane// Jughead Jones x Reader

Requested By: @castellandiangelo
Prompts: 13, 12, 14, 16
Word Count: 1374

Summary: The reader is mentally unstable after witnessing the death of Jason Blossom yet is too afraid to speak about it to anyone. Jughead and the reader have only started their relationship as a couple yet Jughead has mentioned he loves the reader.

Warnings: mental illness, swearing


It’s was a cycle you began practicing everyday ever since you saw his death. You would come home from school, stare in the mirror and cry. You could have done something! You could have saved him!

You screamed on the inside, tortured yourself to think about it and what you could’ve have done to stop it. You can’t stop the feeling and you can’t stop replaying the moment in my head. Your trapped, your stuck, you feel paralyzed almost in fear and hatred of yourself.

The cell rings and you get sucked back into reality. You’ve been throwing things, your room is a mess and all kinds of shit is tossed on the floor or thrown on your bed. You reach for your phone and close your eyes not wanting to see the damage anymore.

“Hello? Who’s this?” You ask right away not wanting to open my eyes to check caller ID.

“Oh wow. You really care about me. It’s Jug
Y/N.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I was just-so-yeah I’m sorry Jughead.”

He chuckles and it relives you for a split second,“It’s okay I guess. Hey you promised you’d help me write a few days ago, and I’m sorta close by. Would you let me in?”

“Yes!” You say without hesitation,“I mean, yeah, why not I just, come over.”

“Alright I’ll see you in, erm, six?”

“Yeah okay love. See you.”

“Bye.”

He hangs up and you sigh and open my eyes. The damage you had caused was still there. No different. You feel the memory of that day coming back to you and you feel yourself getting sucked in but close my eyes. You try to remember something else. Something far more happier than that day.

“What’s wrong Veronica?” You ask as she approaches your locker squirming,“You seem odd.”

She laughs,“Anything but. So I heard you and Jug have started going out? How long?”

You give her a questioning look,“Seven dates so far. Why?”

“Hasn’t asked you be his girlfriend yet?”

“No. And he doesn’t need to. I’m perfectly fine in the state we are in.”

Veronica smiles,“Alright. Well I overhead Jughead talking with Archie. And Jughead is smitten.”

The though Jughead had mentioned he loved you even though you had asked him out with a the line of “You, me, date, Friday. Pick me up at six. Okay bye!”

“Nice to know.” You smile and you begin to walk down the hall and she follows.

“And well Jughead may have mentioned he loves you.”

Your smile grows and Veronica looks at you happily.

“All I have to say is, maybe you should think about loving him back. Just a thought.”

“Just a thought?” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah just a tiny tiny little thought.”


You smile at the memory and slowly open your eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You scream when you look at the mirror once again.

You see it all, the words you wrote with consciousness, you could have done something, you could have saved him, your as bad as a killer.

Is it true? You want to say something yet the words won’t come out. Why won’t anything come out about that day? You don’t want to feel the guilt anymore your ready to tell somebody.

For fucks sake why can’t I tell somebody!

“Hey Y/N!” You hear someone scream from outside the window. You walk over and see Jughead out on your lawn and he waves at you. You don’t wave back and you only notice when you pull away for the window and try to hide everything thrown under your bed.

After that, you run downstairs and you open the door for Jughead. Maybe this, well Jug, was the detox you needed from all havoc you’ve been causing yourself.

“Hey-”

You pull him for a hug and catch Jug off surprise for he isn’t a huge hugger. Jughead surprisingly hugs you back.

“Hey… are you okay? You don’t usually hug me when we see each other. Not that it’s a bad thing or anything, I guess.”

You let go,“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You say awkwardly,“I didn’t mean to really…”

You gesture for him to follow as you head up towards your room.

You open the door and look through your closet for a sweater as you hear Jughead shut the door.

“What are you writing about?” You ask as you continue searching. Jughead doesn’t answer you,“Jug?”

You back away from the area and look at Jughead who is twisting his head to read what you wrote on the mirror with a marker.

Shit. You had forgot to clean that up.

You grab your makeup wipes and immediately attempt to clean the mirror as quick as you can. The wipes only smudge the words and it’s still visible, so you take duct tape from the floor and ripe pieces to cover it up.

“You know. I’m just decorating my room.” You say as you rip another piece and stick it over,“I just noticed it’s better without those words.” You speak rapidly.

“Y/N.” Jughead says.

You continue sticking pieces.

“Y/N!” He yells at you now.

You look back at him and try to pull at another piece yet he takes it away from you.

“What the hell are you doing?” He ask setting his bag down and grabbing a hold of your arms.

“Jug let go, let me just-”

“Y/N what the hell is going on?”

“What? What do you mean?”

He sighs,“You think I don’t notice? You started coming into to school with red eyes and bags under them. Your distance and last time I set up a date you didn’t show up.”

You stare hardly at the floor clenching you fists not wanting to feel now both the guilts rising up to take over your thoughts.

“Do you really love me, or was that an illusion you made me believe?”

“What?” He says leaning forward.

You look at him in the eyes grabbing the side of his face and holding him there,“Did you really mention you loved me, did someone really tell me, did you really do it? Or am I making that up?”

Jughead looks at you and he smiles lightly,“No I- I did mention that. I think I love you. I guess Veronica did tell you.”

You let go of his head and wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t question this time, he wraps his arms around you and holds you protectively as you cry. Part of you is happy your not losing all your sanity but still the other part feels it’s still losing itself.

“I’m not very good when it comes to relationships.” Jughead tells you,“So I might be wrong about this. But if something is wrong, you can tell me.”

You wipe you tears with your sleeves and Jughead leans in to kiss your forehead.

“I just- I want to tell someone. I do but the words won’t come out.”

He rubs your back soothingly as you press your cheek against his chest as you continue talking.

“But I saw something, and it’s all I think about Jug. I can’t go a day without having hundreds of flashbacks to it. I feel like I’m not living anymore.”

Jughead pulls back to look at you,“Y/N if you ever need me. I’m here okay?”

You nod and Jughead leans into you to kiss you. It’s slow, very slow, yet it’s okay because this is new. Jughead always gave you peck, for you know he was not the best at kissing, but the longer he kissed the more you felt like he really did love you, even if you’ve only been a official couple for a few weeks.

“You hungry?” He asks you when he pulls away.

“I could go for some food.”

“Oh good. I thought you were going to say no.”

“And what if I did say no?”

“I would still go Y/N. Between you and food, I chose food.”

“Wow, I’m so special.” You chuckle before kissing his cheek.

He swings his bag onto his body and takes your hand in his as he leads the way.

Ask time!

It’s a nice rainy day and I feel like answering questions cx put a number in my ask !


1:Is there a boy/girl in your life?
2:Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
3:What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”
4:What’s something you really want right now?
5:Are you afraid of falling in love?
6:Do you like the beach?
7:Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
8:What’s the background on your cell?
9:If someone came to your house weekly to do one chore for you, what chore would you have them do?
10:Do you like your phone?
11:Honestly, are things going the way you planned?
12:Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?
13:Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?
14:Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
15:Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?
16:Are you tired?
17:How long have you known your 1st phone contact?
18:Are they a relative?
19:Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?
20:When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?
21:If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?
22:Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
23:How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?
24:Is there a certain quote you live by?
25:What’s on your mind?
26:Do you have any tattoos?
27:What is your favorite color?
28:Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
29:Who are you texting?
30:Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?
31:Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?
32:Who is one person that you miss talking to, and why?
33:Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
34:Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
35:Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?
36:Were you single on Valentines Day?
37:Are you friends with the last person you kissed?
38:What do your friends call you?
39:Has anyone upset you in the last week?
40:Have you ever cried over a text?
41:Where’s your last bruise located?
42:If you could take a roadtrip somewhere, where would you go and why?
43:Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?
44:Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
45:Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?
46:Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?
47:Would you ever go bald if it was the style?
48:Do you make supper for your family?
49:Does your bedroom have a door?
50:Top 3 web-pages?
51:Do you know anyone who hates shopping?
52:Does anything on your body hurt?
53:Are goodbyes hard for you?
54:What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?
55:How is your hair?
56:What do you usually do first in the morning?
57:Do you think two people can last forever?
58:Who has been your all-time favorite celebrity crush?
59:Green or purple grapes?
60:When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?
61:Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
62:When will be the next time you text someone?
63:What is your favorite meal?
64:What were you doing at 8 this morning.
65:This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
66:Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
67:Did you kiss or hug anyone today?
68:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
69:Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
70: List your favorite Youtubers
71:If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you visit and why?
72:What is your ringtone?
73:How old are you?
74:Where is your Mum right now?
75:Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?
76:Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?
77:Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?
78:Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?
79:If you could choose anywhere in the world to live, where would you live and why?
80:Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?
81:How many people have you liked in the past three months?
82:Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?
83:Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
84:You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?
85:If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?
86:What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?
87:Who was your last received call from?
88:If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?
89:What is something you wish you had more of?
90:Have you ever trusted someone too much?
91:Do you sleep with your window open?
92:Do you get along with girls?
93:Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
94:Does sex mean love?
95:You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?
96:What is your favorite book, and why?
97:Did you sleep alone this week?
98:Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?
99:Do you believe in love at first sight?
100:What do you do for a career, and what would you love to be doing if you could do anything for a career