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Hey, in light of this i’d just like to say

If your religious interpretations of characters matter to you, have a place in your story, or provide representation that has a personal significance to you I think you should still feel free and unhindered to have these headcanons.
Just because Thomas Astruc is making a statement that he doesnt want talk or mention of religion on his feed doesnt condemn those representations entirely, just be respectful and do not send him these things as requested. Dont feel like there is no room for religion in something you love because of this, if religion matters dearly to you. He has made a rule for himself and that is 100% to be respected, but don’t feel discouraged from having your headcanons if its important to you.

To me it provides comfort and representation to privately believe Nino is muslim, that is up to me. That doesnt mean i can say or send anything to Thomas, its just my own thought

The other two are self explanatory and really shouldnt have needed to be stated , leave him alone

Daily checklist:

-Brush your hair and teeth

-Take your medication

-Eat

-Drink

-Relax

-Do something you love

-Breathe

-Get some vitamin D from the sun

-Love yourself

-Respect yourself

-Get out of bed

-Socialize

Even if you just do one of the things on this list every day I am proud of you

honestly the fact that some bands perform ‘stage gay’ rubs me the wrong way

3

[x] [x] - requested by anonymous (edited)

“Draco!” you cried out as you watched the boy fall. Rushing to his side, you cradled his head in your lap, brushing the hair out of his face.

“y/n?” he croaked, looking up at you. He seemed on the brink of death, but was somehow managing to stay alive.

“Oh, Draco,” you felt tears streaming down your face as he reached for your hand, and you squeezed it. “I love you.”

Something seemed to light up in Draco’s eyes upon hearing your confession. A small smile appeared on his lips as he whispered, “I love you, too. I have for years.” 

Behind you, your brother looked down at the two of you. Although he and Draco didn’t have the friendliest past, Harry couldn’t deny that there was something between the two of you.

“How is he still alive?” you gasped as Draco continued to breath shuddery breaths. His blood was pooling beneath him, and you looked up at Harry desperately.

“I-It’s your love, I think.” Harry realised, his voice soft and slow. Your eyes widened upon his revelation, and Harry quickly snapped out of his trance. “Stay here with him, y/n, I’ll go get help!”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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part of your symphony - ila_D - Beauty and the Beast (2017) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (2017), Beauty and the Beast - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Gaston/LeFou (Disney), Gaston & LeFou (Disney)
Characters: Gaston (Disney), LeFou (Disney)
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Ending, Canon Era, Canon Compliant, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Heavy Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Slice of Life, Tissue Warning, Heartache, Inspired by Music, and a quote
Summary:

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
-R.S.

Lyin awake thinkin bout Lisey’s Story, as you do. Something something love bigger and more meaningful than any quantity of fear or the unknown. That was what first got me about the story, and still what gets me, mostly.

But what I’m thinkin tonight is about Scott Landon’s… unusualness? among leading men, among characters in generally published fiction maybe, whose horrific history of abuse is neither unimpactful nor the defining characteristic about him. The balance between those things.

Scott is a survivor, how he relates to the world is as a survivor, he isn’t good at certain things because of the coping skills he had to develop and the normal expectations he didn’t get the chance to. It is always a part of him and always with him. But at the same time, that’s not the first thing you know about him, not the most important. His life is bigger and richer and has moved on from that, without denying it or minimizing it. He is Lisey’s husband, Amanda’s brother in law, famous novelist, explorer of worlds, early grave, infinitely loving whisper of memory.

So many narratives fall to one side or another. Either a character is defined solely by their abuse/trauma, or else their abuse/trauma is brought up as flavor text for a cheap conflict and then rendered unimportant.

It’s also so good and so important (to me, lying awake right now) that King didn’t just give us Scott Landon, well rounded survivor, but gave us a depiction of someone surviving and getting to be in a good healthy loving relationship. With its own struggles and ups and downs that don’t frame one person as Broken and the other as Fixing, but both as Flawed And Trying. Everyone gets to be brave and weak in turns, and you get to do better than your conditioning, and you get to love and be loved and be safe and be saved and do some saving of your own.

That’s a rare story when it comes to how people write about abuse & trauma. It’s good to think about right now. To have a model, even a fictional one.

There’s a reason I quote this book so much is that I’m saying.

100 questions
  1. Is a kiss considered cheating?
  2. Have you ever faked orgasm?
  3. If you could have one superpower, what would it be?
  4. Do you think you are going to be rich in 7-8-9 years?
  5. Tell us some funny drunk story.
  6. Why are you no longer together with your ex?
  7. If you had to choose one way to die, what would it be?
  8. What are your current goals?
  9. Do you like someone?
  10. Who was the last person to disappoint you?
  11. Do you like your body?
  12. Can you keep a diet?
  13. If the whole world listened to you right now, what would you say?
  14. Do you work?
  15. If you could choose only one food to eat to the rest of your life, what would it be?
  16. Would you get a tattoo?
  17. Something you don’t mind spending all your money on?
  18. Can you drive?
  19. When was the last time someone told you you were beautiful?
  20. What was the last thing you cried for?
  21. Do you keep a journal?
  22. Is life fun?
  23. Is farting in front of people irrelevant?
  24. What’s your dream car?
  25. Are grades in school important?
  26. Describe your crush.
  27. What was the last book/movie that really impressed you?
  28. What was your last lie?
  29. Dumbest lie you ever told?
  30. Is crying in front of people embarrassing?
  31. Something you did and you are proud of?
  32. What’s your favourite cocktail?
  33. Something you are good at?
  34. Do you like small kids?
  35. How are you feeling right now?
  36. What would you name your daughter/son?
  37. What do you need to be happy?
  38. Is there some you want to punch in the face right now?
  39. What was the last gift you received?
  40. What was the last gift you gave?
  41. What was the last concert you went to?
  42. Favourite place to shop at?
  43. Who inspires you?
  44. How old were you when you first got drunk?
  45. How old were you when you first got high?
  46. How old were you when you first had sex?
  47. When was your first kiss?
  48. Something you want to do until the end of this year?
  49. Is there something in the past you wish you hadn’t done?
  50. Post a selfie.
  51. Who are you most comfortable around?
  52. Name one thing that terrifies you.
  53. What kind of books do you read?
  54. What would you tell your 12 year old self?
  55. What is your favourite flower?
  56. Any bad habits you have?
  57. What kind of people are you attracted to?
  58. What was the last thing you cried for?
  59. Is there something you don’t eat? Some food that truly disgust you?
  60. Are you in love?
  61. Something you find romantic?
  62. How long was your longest relationship?
  63. What are 3 things that irritate you about the same sex?
  64. What are 3 things that irritate you about the opposite sex?
  65. What are you saving money for?
  66. How would you describe your bad side?
  67. Are you actually a good person? Why?
  68. What are you living for?
  69. Have you ever done anything illegal?
  70. Do you like your body?
  71. Have you ever made someone feel bad about themselves intentionally?
  72. Ever sent nudes?
  73. Have you ever cheated on someone?
  74. Favourite candy?
  75. Is there a blog you visit every day, or almost every day? Tag it!
  76. Do you play any computer games? What is your favourite game?
  77. Favourite TV series?
  78. Are you religious? Does God exist?
  79. What was the last book you read? Did it impress you and why?
  80. What do you think about vegetarianism/veganism?
  81. How long have you been on Tumblr?
  82. Do you like Chineese food?
  83. McDonalds or Subway?
  84. Vodka or whiskey?
  85. Alcohol or drugs?
  86. Ever been out of your province/state/country?
  87. Meaning behind your blog name?
  88. What are you scared of?
  89. Last time you were insulted?
  90. Most traumatic experience ?
  91. Perfect date idea?
  92. Favourite app on your phone?
  93. What colour are the walls in your room?
  94. Do you watch Youtube? Who is your favourite youtuber?
  95. Share your favourite quote.
  96. What is the meaning of life?
  97. Do you like horror movies?
  98. Have you ever made your mum cry? What happened?
  99. Do you feel lucky or special in a way?
  100. Can you keep a secret?

do you ever have those random moments when you just realize how much you love something? whether it’s listening to your fav song or going back to a hobby you loved as a kid or when you get coffee and for some reason it’s just perfect that day and you’re reminded why you order that exact coffee everyday

You’re good at being cold in the same way
love is good at being distant

And you don’t know my freckles or the skin
on the back of my fingers you don’t even know about the scar on my ankle but

you are something i think my heart
has always wanted to handle

your love is cold in the way it is always distant
but when I love it always has to be
down to the core
I am whole-hearted in the way
that I am always yours

but you wouldn’t know love if it hit you
you can’t taste it in the space between us when we’re laying in the same fucking sheets so I don’t know why I thought this would be different

maybe I just wanted to be whole-hearted
wanted to be yours for a while
wanted to love the skin by your fingers
wanted the warmth of your smile

wanted you to squeeze my heart into your fist
just to see how well it fits

wanted to dig all the bad times
out from under this arrow
and ask you if your love is something
I could maybe borrow

—  Temporary

i. meeting you: when I saw you, the world didn’t reroute on a new axis but the stars seemed to glimmer a little more than I remembered them doing the night before. from the moment our hands brushed, something in me shivered, some part of my heart shook, a form of a yes. a yes, you belong in my life, a yes, you are meant to matter. but we clashed in a storm of fire and ice and it took me what looking back seems like a lifetime to realize that you’ve changed me, that a part of me recognized your scars as the same as mine the moment you spoke a part of my name.


ii. understanding you: it took breaking, it took sobbing in the middle of night and realizing that yes I can be alone with you. it’s this moment, where I see you looking at me, not like you can save me, no. but like you recognize the shadows dancing on my skin, the faint bruises and clenched fists and the ache inside my heart. And the world grows quiet, like it’s giving this moment the weight it deserves, and it’s in the darkness that I realize we can change the universe.


iii. trusting you: and our hands grow bloody as our hearts open, spilling part of us on the ground that the other picks up and remakes. forging a sword, a shield, a song out the echoes we let break away from our souls. somehow I realize the voice in the back of my mind, giving me hope, giving me faith, sounds a lot like yours, it sounds like the way you say my name and I say yours the same way. as absolution, as something almost like salvation, as a need that I can’t live without


iv. loving you: and it’s when you’re threatened, it’s when you’re hurt and the rage that raises up inside me contains the bitten scream of “mine”. it’s when you take my hand, you take my burden like I haven’t transformed myself into atlas to save you. It’s when you gaze into my eyes like i’m something worth worshipping, like i’m something worth burning the universe for. and it comes and goes in waves until one day I wake up and my first thought is you, and when I dream the last name I utter is yours


v. losing you: but the stars that stayed silent at our turning point aren’t content to watch us, no they want to test us but they didn’t understand that loving you  stopped being something that scared me the moment I realized it because, darling, I don’t know where you end and where I begin.  so yes, I lost you to space and time, I nearly lost you to fate but we were always fighters and so I know you’ll come back to me, I know you’ll come home to me.  and our devotion outstrips the fairytales because we were never guaranteed a happy ending, with our dirty hands, with our sly smiles, with our cuts and scars but we’ve made the constellations want to chart our names


+


  vi. finding you:  when we crash back together, the world narrows down to the sound of a beating heart, pounding loud enough to be a greek chorus and it’s a welcome change from the way my chest seemed empty. I always knew that in a crowd of thousands I’d be able to meet your eyes, to find you. and with our smiles the universe restarts, with my name dropping from your lips the sun reignites, because we are the center of the story, from the beginning up till now and we’re only just past the first chapter.

—  The 5 Stages of Loving You by Abby S

i love it when you talk about something you love. i may not understand anything that comes out of your mouth, but the way that your eyes sparkle and the way you laugh and smile after each sentence makes me happy beyond words

‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…

a gift for @fernandidilly-yo that ended up becoming more than planned. “just 1-2 hour colorsketch” yeah sure. more like 7 and a half hours of far more detailed drawing than planned. that’s what happens when you love working on something though. <3
A scene from this amazing fic: White hallways 
I really reccomend reading it!

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an open letter to my body:

dear eyes,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking that the deep brown curious hue of your essence was every anything less than magical.
i’m sorry that my entire life your every cell has worked to let me see the beauty in the world, and all I’ve ever done is put you down.
and they say that you never know how beautiful brown eyes are until you’ve loved someone who has them,
but I should’ve loved myself first.
and for that I am sorry.

dear hair,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for every time I resented the way you refuse to stay put, for believing that the best way to love you was to tame you.
i’m sorry for every time I drew hatred from your tangled tendencies, for every time I wanted to chop you down with an axe simply so that you were out of the way.
you are the part of me that dances in the wind, the part of me that grows fiercely and unapologetically.
and they say that if you love something you should leave it wild.
i’m sorry for not leaving you wild.

dear breasts,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry because you and I have fought a long, hard battle to get to where we are today.
i’m sorry for all the times I wished you were bigger, smaller, less saggy, more perky, more even, less loud.
you are the very essence of my womanhood, something that is fierce and tender and strong and brave and everything I take pride in.
i’m so sorry I ever treated you like anything less.

dear shoulders,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry that I hid you behind long sleeves and shame for all these years.
i’m sorry that something as small and insignificant as acne could make me forget your worth.
i’m sorry for every time i stood with you hunched over instead of standing tall with pride, because the scars that you carry are constellations,
and you are as big and ethereal as the sky.

dear thighs,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for believing that you carried too much weight, that you were ever too large to be beautiful or sexy or wanted.
you are a mountain landscape,
protecting the valley inside with all your might and standing strong in the face of hurricanes.
you are so much more than I ever gave you credit for, and I should have wanted you all along.

dear feet,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking you are anything less than resilient.
you have carried me to every point in my life, every up and down.
you have picked me up from every failure and the depths of hell itself.
you have never given up, even when I thought that I might.
you have stepped on glass and walked through fire to get me to where I am today, and I am forever grateful.

dear tummy,
I am so, so sorry.
i am sorry and ashamed for all the nights I cried myself to sleep because I thought you were not good enough,
I am sorry for every time I compared you, beat you down, sucked you in, tried to hide you.
I am sorry for every single time I even considered starving you.
you are where I felt the butterflies of my first love.
you expand when my voice needs to be heard.
you are the powerhouse that keeps me going, and I have treated you so, so, cruelly.
i’m sorry.

dear voice,
i am sorry.
i am sorry for all the times I let myself buy into the preconceived notion that you are not worth listening to.
i am sorry for every time i silenced you instead of letting you speak.
i am sorry for not singing more, speaking louder, yelling, screaming.
I am sorry that I ever thought I needed to hide you under my curtain of my fear of not being accepted.
you are powerful, and brave, and worth listening to.
you do not deserve to be caged, and I am sorry.

dear body,
i am sorry.
your every cell, every second of every minute of every day goes into keeping me alive.
you have loved me so well and so deeply, and I have been so blind to your worth.


I will never be able to repay you,

but I will start by choosing to love you.

Things Each Musical Reminds Me Of

*based on the period of my life when I listened to the musical the most, not the actual content of the musical; though it’s kind of funny how each musical relates to what it reminds me of

Wicked: unexpectedly starting a conversation with an old friend and realizing you miss them

The Phantom of the Opera: the kind of love you don’t expect anything from

RENT: rebelling against your parents for the first time

The Sound of Music: finding family in friends you never expected to meet

Newsies: adventures and memories that come from the people you were with not the places you went

Les Miserables: disappointment you won’t remember in a month but you needed to experience

Next to Normal: self-growth when you least expect it

The Last Five Years: losing what you were looking for but finding something better

If/Then: independence is not loneliness

Love Never Dies: sharing something you love with your friends because you want them to know how important they are to you

Avenue Q: going on a road trip with your best friend and singing until your throat is raw

Spring Awakening: continuously learning and falling in love with something you already know so well

The Book of Mormon: second-hand happiness because the person who means so much to you is where they want to be

Daddy Long Legs: accidental all-nighters reading horoscopes with your friends

Fun Home: allowing yourself time for growth; accepting not everything has to come at once

Hamilton: meeting someone once and knowing from then on you won’t go a day in your life without them

Heathers: the worst new beginnings that somehow still lead to the best new things

In the Heights: forgetting why you started doing something and beginning to do it for yourself

Dear Evan Hansen: the trust someone hands you when they introduce you to their favorite band

Waitress: a person you associate with your entire life but you’ve only known a short while

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812: forgiveness you don’t deserve and the hope that comes from your lowest moments

Falsettos: long distance friendships with origin stories no one will believe

Ask me! I'll answer honestly!

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?
2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)
3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?
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5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:
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32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?
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34: What is a color that calms you?
35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?
36: Where were you born?
37: What is your eye color?
38: Introvert or extrovert?
39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?
40: Hugs or kisses?
41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?
42: Who is someone you love deeply?
43: Any piercings you want?
44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?
45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?
46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!
47: What is a sound you really hate?
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49: Can you do a backflip?
50: Can you do the splits?
51: Favorite actor and/or actress?
52: Favorite movie?
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54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?
55: When did you feel happiest?
56: Something that calms you down?
57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]
58: What does your URL mean?
59: What three words describe you the most?
60: Do you believe in evolution?
61: What makes you unfollow a blog?
62: What makes you follow a blog?
63: Favorite kind of person:
64: Favorite animal(s):
65: Name three of your favorite blogs.
66: Favorite emoticon:
67: Favorite meme:
68: What is your MBTI personality type?
69: What is your star sign?
70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?
71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?
72: Post a selfie or two?
73: Do you have platform shoes?
74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?
75: Can you do a front flip?
76: Do you like birds?
77: Do you like to swim?
78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?
79: Something you wish didn’t exist:
80: Some thing you wish did exist:
81: Piercings you have?
82: Something you really enjoy doing:
83: Favorite person to talk to:
84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?
85: How many followers do you have?
86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?
87: Do your socks always match?
88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?
89: What are your birthstones?
90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?
91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?
92: A store you hate?
93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?
94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?
95: Do you like to wear camo?
96: Winter or summer?
97: How long can you hold your breath for?
98: Least favorite person?
99: Someone you look up to:
100: A store you love?
101: Favorite type of shoes
102: Where do you live?
103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?
104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?
105: Do you drink milk?
106: Do you like bugs?
107: Do you like spiders?
108: Something you get paranoid about?
109: Can you draw:
110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?
111: A question you hate being asked?
112: Ever been bitten by a spider?
113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?
114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?
115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:
116: Favorite cloud type:
117: What color do you wish the sky was?
118: Do you have freckles?
119: Favorite thing about a person:
120: Fruits or vegetables?
121: Something you want to do right now:
122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?
123: Sweet or sour foods?
124: Bright or dim lights?
125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?
126: Something you hate about Tumblr:
127: Something you love about Tumblr:
128: What do you think about the least?
129: What would you want written on your tombstone?
130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?
131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?
132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?
133: Computer or TV?
134: Do you like roller coasters?
135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?
136: Are your ears lobed or attached?
137: Do you believe in karma?
138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?
139: What nicknames do you have/have had?
140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?
141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?
142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?
143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?
144: What makes you angry
145: How many languages do you speak fluently?
146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?
147: Are you androgynous?
148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:
149: Favorite thing about your personality:
150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.
151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?
152: Do you like BuzzFeed?
153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]
154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?
155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?
156: What embarrasses you?
157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:
158: Biggest lie you have ever told:
159: How many people are you following?
160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?
161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?
162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?
163: Last time you cried and why:
164: Do you have long or short hair?
165: Longest your hair has ever been:
166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?
167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?
168: Do you like to wear makeup?
169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?
170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?