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11 p.m. is for single mothers
who cradle a glass of wine in their fingers
and wait for the sound of a child crying
they hope will never come—
it always does.

12 a.m. is for high school students
to do homework they didn’t have time to do
after lacrosse practice and dance rehearsal—
they yearn to rest their tired eyes
but cannot.

1 a.m. is for sneaking into your bedroom
on a school night at seventeen,
reminding yourself how tired
you will be in the morning,
convincing yourself it was worth it.

2 a.m. is for star-crossed lovers
rolling in bed sheets smelling of
alcohol and tragic dreams that
ironically lull them to sleep.

3 a.m. is for hopeless romantics
wishing under late-night skies
for someone to talk to,
for someone who gets it.

And all of those people think
they’ve got it bad, but
when 4 a.m. rolls around the corner,
the past sinks into your veins—

4 a.m. is too late for anyone to save you,
for when 4 a.m. tells you,
“You can’t do this anymore,”
you believe it.

—  4 a.m.
What Your Fave BNHA Character Says About You:

I got quite some asks a while ago about “What does my fave say about me???” and I wanna answer all of them and also no new chapter which is crushing:

Class 1-A: Alphabetized

Aoyama Yuuga: you have horrible self-esteem issues and cover it up by attracting attention to yourself because you want the attention but have absolutely no idea what to do with it once you have it

Ashido Mina: a loud passionate person with a fondness for dress-up (everyday wear or costumes, it doesn’t matter) and people are shocked to find out your level of nerdiness because like… “you don’t look like a nerd…”

Bakugou Katsuki: a spitfire on the inside and sometimes on the outside. You spicy af and people tell you to tone it down. Was a genius in middle school but then found out about everyone else catching up. Has a SUPER fear of failure.

Hagakure Tooru: A cute little flower who blends into the background but never fear, all that gossip is here! People forget you a lot, but you’re used to it. Gotta keep that positive attitude!!!!

Iida Tenya: People tell you you’re weird a lot and they also tell you you’re annoying but you’re just trying to help. Smart af when it comes to what you know, but pretty clueless otherwise.

Jirou Kyouka: You have that one piece of clothing you love dearly and have owned for years and people are shocked to see you whenever you’re not wearing it. Actual music hoe. *takes out one earbud* whut

Kaminari Denki: Admit it you’re an irl troll face but deep down you’re actually the rarest of pepes. Just wants to be loved by friends but you also want a date to prom so jokingly-for-real ask people out on dates. It hasn’t really worked.

Kirishima Eijirou: You love The Gays™ or are irl gay yourself. You’re an actual cinnamon roll but you’re hella burnt on the inside so you’ve got a spine of steel. You love your friends and aren’t afraid to say it. HUGS FOR EVERYONE

Kouda Kouji: You little animal lover you~ <3 ! Shy and sweet, people tell you that you don’t talk much but you’re just anxious. Will talk about your passions until you pass out but if it’s in front of strangers then NO THANKS

Midoriya Izuku: Actual cinnamon roll just trying your best, you’re smart with what you’re passionate about but that also makes you a giant nerd. You have that one weird little quirk that nobody understands so you hide it a lot. 

Mineta Minoru: You’re goofy and the squad clown but also naive af. Might not be noticeable on the outside but UR A SINNER HARRY. You read way too much fanfiction because actual porn feels weird/ is too much

Ojiro Mashirao: You like to stick to the background but you also want people to notice when you’ve achieved something so you’re stuck in this cycle of “I want this to look good but also original but not too weird but also cool but also…”

Satou Rikkidou: Your resting bitch face almost has yourself fooled but there’s nothing that can comfort you like food and your best bro can. Is really good at cooking. Part of the “Support Everyone But Forgets Yourself” Squad.

Sero Hanta: You come off as harmless but deep down you’re a disgusting memer waiting for the perfect moment to pun and meme. Your health is important, look at this article you printed off just for your friends’ cringe

Shouji Mezou: You’re quiet at first but hella observant so you can tell the moment to open up and let people see how harmless you are on the inside. Gentle soul who only want the best for others. Will kill/die to protect others.

Todoroki Shouto: You’ve been deeply hurt by someone you looked up to and you know you’re still messed up. You’re trying to grow away from the pain but it’s hard. A little wrapped up in your head, you want to love others again.

Tokoyami Fumikage: You know every word to “Welcome to the Black Parade”. You like really cool, dark and edgy things so your inner emo is Strong™. People tell you that you need to cool your chill and warm up. flip them the bird.

Tsuyu Asui: IRL perfect friend, you are the mom friend/ big sis friend of the group who makes sure everyone stays together and doesn’t do stupid shit. At least, doesn’t do stupid shit without you. Pokèmon was a lifestyle, once.

Uraraka Ochako: Looks innocent on the outside but will punch a guy if they step over that very clear line. Friends and family are to be protected at all costs. You’re so cheap, people laugh but in reality you’re scared to spend money. 

Yaoyorozu Momo: Smart af and pretty too, you’re so used to things coming easily to you that you panic as soon as something seems hard. In group projects you’re the one that does 95% of the work. You’re (kinda) ok with this.

Alright, I covered Class 1-A first, but if your fave isn’t on this list, or you wanna look up your other faves, I left it all under the cut!

BONUS:

All Might/ Toshinori Yagi: Actual cinnamon roll trying their best to be a good guardian and lead those who are lost. Is the actual biggest dork around. Tries to be cool but simply… isn’t. We love you anyways. Pls take care of yourself too.

Eraserhead/ Aizawa Shouta: you’re extra salty in need of a nap and still care about everyone around you but still like to fuck with them to show you care. Is a cat person and feels like you can only get along with other cat people.

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5SOS Preference #7.

Preference: Frat Boy.
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Luke: “Jesus Christ,” (Y/N) groaned under her breath as she entered the frat house, being immediately shoved and ran into by multiple grinding bodies. The smell of weed burned her nostrils and the yearn for alcohol burned in her veins as she studied the structure of the house, noting that there were way too many people to count inside. “Come on, (Y/N). You’ll love it!” Her best friend, Amber, squealed as she tugged the back of her already short dress an inch higher up her thighs. (Y/N) was unsure of how much she would ‘love’ this party. She was actually still in shock that she had let Amber convince her to join her out this evening, considering she had a huge psychology final tomorrow and she should have stayed planted on her bed in her dorm with her notes in front of her face. “Let’s just get a drink.” (Y/N) yelled over the music, rolling her eyes as Amber grinned and sauntered her way over to the kitchen, grabbing vodka out of the cooler that was set up. Amber mixed the vodka with some other kind of alcohol, and (Y/N) knew that the two of them were going to end up too drunk to function in a matter of an hour as she watched the amount of alcohol poured into their cups. Amber handed her the drink, smirking as (Y/N) tasted the lime green liquid with a satisfied smile on her face. “This is really good! What’d you mix?” She asked her friend, sighing as Amber shrugged her shoulders and took a drink from her own cup. “Let’s go dance!” Amber suggested, (Y/N) shrugging as she figured she should at least try to have fun instead of being a sour puss all night long. After setting their drinks down on the counter, they made their way into the living corridor, where multiple couples were sprawled around the room together. Grinding, twerking, and break dancing were all being performed in each corner, and (Y/N) had to admit that she was somewhat impressed with some of the moves she saw being performed. She and Amber took the middle of the floor as Hot in Here by Nelly came over the speakers. The two girls were swaying their hips, teasing anyone watching as they twirled their dresses enough for them to get a slight glimpse of their asses as they got low to the floor, sensually rubbing on their thighs as they swung their hips to the tune. Just as the song came to the last chorus, (Y/N) felt a pair of hands on her hips and a body pressed into her backside. She gasped and turned in the arms that were holding her, seeing Luke Hemmings, the leader of the frat house they were in, standing tall above her with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth as she still slowly grind her hips to the song. “Can I help you?” (Y/N) asked him, not pleased with the boy who had taken an interest in her. After all, she knew of his reputation. Drugs, sex, and constant relationship troubles due to his cheating and partying habits. He didn’t seem like a nice boy, and (Y/N) was well aware of his intentions with girls like herself. She refused to be lead into his game. Luke smirked, letting his lip go from his teeth as he slowly nodded his head, rubbing circles into her hips with his thumbs. “If you can follow me upstairs, it’d help a lot.” He winked, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes and scoff at him, tearing herself from his grip. “I don’t think so, Hemmings.” She snapped, crossing her arms as she finally stopped her dancing. Luke laughed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at the shorter girl. “And just why not, little lady?” He taunted her, causing her blood to boil. (Y/N) stepped closer to him, a smirk gracing her lips as she pulled Luke down to her height by the collar of his shirt, the two of them too close in proximity for (Y/N)’s liking. “I don’t fuck frat boys,” She whispered as she let him go and pushed him away, walking in the opposite direction with an exaggerated swing of her hips.

Ashton: History was such an easy subject. It was simple to understand the concept, at least, it was for (Y/N). Of course, she was majoring in the study, so it would be easy for her. However, some of her classmates were not so lucky to be able to understand the subject as easily as her. She wrote her notes hurriedly, legible enough for her to be able to look back over when she returned to her dorm after class; her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as her hand dashed across the lines of her paper without any trace of hesitation. “If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I just might have a heart attack.” a voice spoke beside her, causing (Y/N) to jump in her seat as she turned to place a body with the voice. Her throat turned dry as she noticed Ashton Irwin, captain of the football team and most recognizable frat boy, sitting next to her. His head leaned against the palm of his hand as he stared at (Y/N), his paper noticeably blank in front of him. “Have you not been paying attention to this lecture at all?” (Y/N) grimaced as she spoke to the boy, disliking the fact that she was even cursed to sit next to someone with such a low value of morals. She mostly disliked Ashton’s reputation; since he was popular for fucking girls and leaving them the next week. She knew his intentions, she knew who he was as a person, and what he was about when it came to school. She was still surprised that Ashton was managing to pass history with the amount of classes he missed due to his massive hangovers after the parties that his fraternity threw every other night of the week. “So I get distracted. Is that such a problem?” Ashton smirked, looking down at (Y/N)’s two full sheets of paper that he knew he probably should have copied down, but he didn’t care at the moment. His goal was to invite (Y/N) to tonight’s party, and he did not intend to take no for an answer. “Yes, Ashton, it is a problem. We have a huge test in two days!” She whisper-hissed, feeling annoyed by his continuous conversation. Ashton knew that (Y/N) disliked him, but that just made him want her more. She was probably the only girl in the school that hadn’t thrown herself at him due to his popular status, and that drove him wild. He intended to get her to become involved with him one way or another, and he knew just the way to do it. If only she would come to one of his fraternity’s parties, she would see why Ashton was worth all the talk he got. “Good, then that means you can come out tonight.” Ashton smiled, taking his head off of his palm as he sat up straight in his seat next to her, causing (Y/N) to laugh aloud. Few students turned and shushed her, but she flipped them off and continued to write as she talked to Ashton. “If you really think I’m coming to one of your parties, you’re insane.” She remarked, stopping her writing as the professor turned his smart board off so he could lecture more verbally. Ashton crossed his arms, leaning against the desk in front of them as he eyed her. “You would enjoy yourself, you know? We’ve got great music, awesome booze-” (Y/N) cut Ashton off with a groan, shaking her head as she began putting her notes back into her folder she carried to class with her. “I don’t do parties, Ashton. I have too much to focus on instead of a good time every night.” She rolled her eyes as it was now Ashton’s turn to chuckle at her comment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you scared to have fun?” Ashton taunted, causing (Y/N) to pause her movements. She looked ahead of them at their professor for a few moments before shaking her head. It wasn’t that she was afraid of having fun, she was afraid to let the party life consume her and get in the way of her history major. Too much would be on the line if she began partying with Ashton and his fraternity, so she always refused any time Ashton invited her to come to their parties. “No, I’m not scared to have fun,” She mocked him, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “I’m just not interested in letting fun consume my priorities.” She bit back, watching as Ashton shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh. It was difficult to get her to agree to coming to one of their parties, and he knew he was going to have to promise her something that he knew would never happen. “If you come to the party, you don’t have to drink. I won’t drink, either. We’ll just hang out and babysit everyone.” He swore, feeling sick in his stomach as he thought of the lame idea. (Y/N) sincerely smiled, her eyes softening at the way Ashton offered her a simple hangout instead of getting drunk and having sex. “Really?” She asked, unsure if he was being honest. Ashton quickly nodded his head, standing from his seat as their professor dismissed their class. (Y/N) grinned and nodded her head as well, holding her folder to her chest. “Then I’ll be there! No alcohol, just hanging out.” She said, walking past Ashton to get back to her dorm. Ashton sighed and rolled his eyes, thinking of ways to get (Y/N) drunk so that the two of them wouldn’t be bored out of their minds in the night’s events.

Calum: “Goal!” (Y/N)’s friend, Callie, squealed as she stood from the metal bleachers. The crowd were all cheering in unison, all of them excited to see that the school’s team was going to be winning the tournament soccer match. It was only the semi finals, so they would still have one more game if they won, so (Y/N) kept her cool instead of getting excited with the rest of the fans. Callie sat back down, a wide smile on her face as she watched her boyfriend, Calum, running up and down the field with the ball between his feet. He was the star player of the team, as well as one of the cocky frat boy’s that (Y/N) found herself not too fond of. (Y/N) couldn’t believe that someone as sweet and innocent ended up with someone as devious and wild as Calum. “Isn’t he just so great?” Callie swooned over Calum, causing her friend to roll her eyes as she stayed silent, not wanting to comment her true opinion on her boyfriend. Callie began clapping loudly as Calum shot the winning goal, the crowd behind her screaming and chanting his name over and over. (Y/N) could see his shit-eating grin from her spot on the bleachers as Calum walked off the field, giving hand shakes and high fives to his teammates as he joined them in the locker room for the after game ritual. Callie grabbed her bag as she stood behind (Y/N), the two of them exiting the bleachers and going to stand by the locker room so they could meet Calum when he exited. “Are you going to join us to celebrate?” Callie asked her friend, her voice hoarse from all the cheering she’d been doing during the game. (Y/N) quickly shook her head in denial, not wanting to go to one of Calum’s frat parties that usually ended in an argument between he and Callie. She knew that she would need to be sober to comfort her friend when she came home with make up stained cheeks and messy hair; she needed to be well rested to listen to the sob story she was bound to hear in the later hours of the night. “Not this time.” She spoke, laughing as Callie rolled her eyes. Calum finally exited the locker room, dressed in his jersey and skinny jeans, sweat still clearly visible on his muscles and skin as he rested his arm around Callie’s shoulder in a proud stance. “Hey babe,” He whispered to her as he kissed her temple, a smirk on his face as Callie blushed and wrapped her arms around his waist. (Y/N) rolled her eyes mentally, tapping her foot impatiently. Callie had their only dorm key, so she had to wait around for her to finish her session with Calum before she could return to her bed to sleep the rest of her Saturday night away. “Are you celebrating tonight?” Callie asked for clarification, her voice soft and shy around the boy she was head over heels for, and Calum scoffed at her question as if it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard leave her lips. “Of course! Do you really think we’re gonna let this victory go unnoticed?” Calum laughed, stopping as he spotted (Y/N) standing with her arms crossed over her evident chest. He smirked at her, letting go of Callie as he walked to stand next to her. “And will you be joining us, buttercup?” He flirted, Callie’s nose scrunching at the nickname her boyfriend used for her friend. (Y/N) stepped away from his close body, shaking her head the same way she had moments before. “Absolutely not. I have better things to do than show up at one of your stupid parties,” She snapped at Calum, his smirk growing more and more as he watched her annoyance grow with each passing second. “What would be better than drinking with the lot of us? Sleeping all day?” Calum made fun of her, having heard Callie talk about how much (Y/N) slept and how lazy she seemed to be. (Y/N) flipped him off, standing beside Callie as she was ready to leave the field to be away from Calum. “I’d rather sleep than see you shagging ten girls in one night.” She spoke, instantly biting her tongue as Callie gasped. Calum’s eyes slightly widened as he replaced his arms back around her shoulders, awkwardly clearing his throat as he avoided her questioning eyes. The trio began walking back towards the college dorms, a tension built between them now that (Y/N) had admitted to her knowledge of Calum’s cheating record. “You don’t have to come, but keep your nose in your own fucking business.” Calum barked at her as he and Callie dropped her off at her dorm, and (Y/N) laughed in a menacing tone. “Keep your dick in your own fucking pants and we won’t have a problem.” She smirked, knowing she’d crawled too much under his skin for his enjoyment.

Michael: (Y/N) stood awkwardly in the middle of the back yard to the frat house, her arms hugging themselves as she watched the band performing in front of her. They were a huge hit on the campus, and she had to admit that she liked the music they played; however, she hated the band members. Luke Hemmings, Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, and most importantly, she hated Michael Clifford. She hated their attitudes, but she hated Michael’s constant flirting with her when she showed no interest. She hated his reputation as an alcoholic, she hated his way with girls, and she hated the fact that he took nothing seriously in school. She was almost positive he failed most of his classes, yet it didn’t bother Michael as long as he could have a good time at the end of the day. She hated him for his leisurely activities, but she had to admit that he was well talented when it came to playing the guitar and singing harmonies with Luke and Calum. The crowd around her were all dancing, singing along with the band. Some girls had even thrown their bras and panties up on the stage, Michael taking some of the bras and commenting on the cup size to cause the girls to swoon and freak out that he’d complimented their breast size. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, venturing out of the back yard as soon as the set ended. She found herself back at the kegs, filling a cup with beer that she thought tasted like absolute garbage, but she needed a sort of buzz to continue her partying at the frat house with the boys she disliked the most on campus. (Y/N) was very unsure of how she’d even gotten to this party, but she was sure it had something to do with the fact that her best friend, Brittany, was trying to fuck Ashton from her chemistry class. (Y/N) agreed to tag along so that Brittany wasn’t by herself in case something happened, and now she was starting to feel nervous about staying around. She pushed her nervous feeling aside as she sipped on her beer, watching the crowd from outside come inside the frat house like a stampede as everyone cheered about the performance and called out about getting drinks and getting the party started. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, spotting Brittany arm in arm with Ashton as he whispered in her ear and she bit at her lip. (Y/N) smiled at her friend, giving her a subtle thumbs up as she leaned against the counter, watching the party before her begin to take place. As she began to get to the bottom of her cup, she noticed a head of dyed hair next to her, his smirk too prominent for her to miss as she looked up into Michael’s green eyes. He filled his own cup of beer, staring down at (Y/N)’s exposed chest due to her low cut dress she decided to wear out for the night. “How’d you enjoy the show, hm?” Michael yelled in her ear, the music bumping too loud for her to hear him otherwise. She sighed and put her cup on the counter between them, motioning for Michael to fill her cup once again. He did as she requested, waiting for her answer. (Y/N) smirked, knowing how to get Michael to leave her alone in the span of two minutes. “You all were pretty mediocre,” She spoke, lying through her teeth. “If you could better yourself on your solos, you’d be a better band.” She laughed, watching Michael’s mouth drop and his eyebrows raise to his hairline as he listened to her insult his band’s performance skills. He laughed sarcastically, handing (Y/N) her cup as he leaned against the counter next to her. “You’re probably the only one here who doesn’t like us,” He commented, still too confident in his own self. Which, he had a right to be confident in guitar playing, but (Y/N) didn’t want him to know she thought he was good. “I must be the only one with real music taste.” She spoke, not thinking as she said each word. Michael choked on the beer in his mouth, swallowing the small coughs he could muster as he looked directly into (Y/N)’s eyes. “If you want a real show, come with me upstairs and I’ll show you how talented I really am,” He whispered into her ear, his hands coming up to cup her thighs as he slowly trailed them up to her ass, giving it a tight squeeze as (Y/N) gulped the lump in her throat. “Fuck off, frat boy!” She spat, wiggling out of Michael’s grasp as he laughed and shook his head at her. He rolled the sleeves of his flannel up as he trapped her between his arms once again, leaning his forehead against hers so she was forced to make eye contact. “Don’t act like you weren’t turned on,” He smirked, but (Y/N) was fed up with his cockiness, and she threw the remaining contents of her beer into Michael’s face, drenching him in alcohol. He groaned, moving back to wipe the liquid off of his skin and out of his eyes as (Y/N) stood still, her anger clear in her face. “I said fuck off, frat boy.” She spat, walking past Michael and out of the fraternity as all eyes were now turned to Michael, who was drenched in beer.

Looking at clothes on online shopping sites actually makes me excited to go back so I can go shopping in Copenhagen even though I don’t want to return to uni again just yet~ TwT

On a side note, I have way too many ongoing items;;; OTL

Traditionally, at the end of the year I compile a “Best of” list, for all my posts that had 500 or more notes. However, when I went to make my list for 2016, I found myself with over forty original posts with 500+ notes!

This is absolutely amazing, but also way too many for a year in review post. So instead, I picked ten pieces of writing that I particularly loved—but didn’t get that kind of attention the first time around. Feel free to check them out!

Happy New Year!

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INTO THE DARK (luke falls to the dark side; leia & han are on the run together au)  ///  IMPERATOR (first order emperor finn au)  ///  RED AND WHITE (leia & phasma have a conversation)  ///  THE PROBLEM (poe, finn & rey get very drunk)  ///  THE WEATHER WE’RE HAVING (rey and ren have a ‘civilized’ conversation)  /// SKYWALKER (canon divergence, shmi comes to coruscant)  ///  LE BELLE DAME SANS MERCI (han/leia, horror)  ///  TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (poe dameron, a character study)  ///  INTERBELLUM (lando calrissian between wars)  ///  ESTEL & THE EVENSTAR (aragorn/arwen reverse au)

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I genuinely feel bad for all the boys on this site and there’s not nearly enough positivity posts so to all my male followers I just wanna say:

You are not ugly, gross, selfish, rude, sexist or inherently a bad person just because of your gender. Your gender alone doesn’t necessarily mean that you get everything handed to you, that your feelings aren’t valid or that you don’t face any problems. Whether you’re cis, trans, gay, straight, bi, ace or anything in between, you matter and you are always worthy of love and acceptance, and please don’t believe anyone who tries to tell you that you’re not. ♡

what the strings think during rehearsal
  • first violins: oh god oh god this is too many sixteenth notes and way too high and I sound like an owl screeching please rescue us
  • second violins: this isn't too bad. that's kind of a funky rhythm oh no the entire section is lost again. ok, I guess we'll all just play quietly and let the first violins do the things. it's not like the conductor even acknowledges our existence anyway.
  • violas: ha ha guess who didn't get the melody AGAIN. oooh exciting quarter notes. come on, give us a challenge and OH GOD THERE ARE SIXTEENTH NOTES NOW I AM NOT OKAY and back to quarter notes, come on this is baby stuff and HOW DO I READ TREBLE CLEF I AM NOT A VIOLIN STOP TORTURING ME
  • cellos: this is alright, I guess. kind of boring when we're just keeping the beat but ok. ooooh the shifty thing. more vibrato. always more vibrato. yes. *inhales deeply* yes.
  • bass: I'm hungry lol

im thinking about making an ask blog for azalea and peony??? so like,,,, if anyone is interested in that feel free to say so

also as i mentioned im not 100% sure (its been 20 yrs since i even touched an ask blog) so if anyone would like to send some good ol questions for em now just so i can test the waters, that’d be neato

dsminsc  asked:

My niece, who is 11, says she wants her very own pokémon. However, she has rather severe allergies, so I was wondering if there were any particularly hypoallergenic pokémon that would be good for a first time trainer?

Pardon me for asking, but why are you asking? What do her parents think? Have they asked you for advice, or are you trying to surprise her?

I’m sorry if I’m butting in, but I have had way, way too many notes from parents scrambling to take care of Pokémon gifted to their children without checking with them. Often, the kids aren’t actually ready for a Pokémon, the parents don’t have the time/resources to care for one, and they can’t re-home it without causing severe embitterment between all parties.

Now, if you want to keep a Pokémon she can visit and train with under your supervision at your own home, look to Skitty or Growlithe.

so for old time’s sake I’m playing the Duscae demo again…

I’m shook

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my attempt at being chloe price 💣

Hey, I’m Jessie!

I’m 16, from Germany, and here’s something about me:

- I love listening to music, mainly alternative rock and metal (some of my favourite bands: mcr, fob, p!atd, tøp, the 1975, you me at six etc)

- I’m a slytherin, if that tells you anything about me xD

- I’m also addicted to watching animes and way too many tv shows (some of my favourite ones: death note, another, glee, shadowhunters, Sherlock, riverdale etc)

- I’m very queer (to be more clear, polysexual) and also non-binary

I would love to be able to FaceTime or Skype and maybe even send some letters :)

Please be around the same age as I am, like around 15-18 ^^