crazy.

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&&. OKAY DAMN. i’ll get my theme done TONIGHT. i promise. i have organized myself yesterday and know what i have to do and what i WANT to do. so! in the meantime please do feel free to add me on aim @ crazy.mp3 and/or LIKE THIS HERE FOR A STARTER!

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tagged by: @leefall ( thank u friend :^) )  tagging: @mvrtille, @svjevng, @kcmikcze, @newblccd & whoever else wants to.

i.  is there a snack you like to eat while writing? not really, i usually don’t eat while i write!

ii.  what time of day do you usually write? honestly-- it depends on my current sleeping schedule and motivation, but usually it’ll be like 2am, +/- 2 hours. 

iii.  where do you write? usually in my living room, or in the normal living room ( mom’s living room if you want so ) or while sitting on my bed, practically anywhere, honestly. 

iv.  how often do you write a new novel? listen, i’m working on my novel for almost a year now but my motivation is always super down. if we speak starting a new one without finishing the old then probably every 6 months.

v.  do you listen to music while you write? yes! usually something like the NBHD or Halsey, really.

vi.  what’s your writing utensil? paper or laptop? laptop, for the most part, sometimes my phone because i might be lazy. but when i come up with something for Ari i’ll write it down in my notebook, only to later be unsure about what i wrote because wow @my handwriting, but anyway.

vii.  do you have a special pre-writing ritual? i don’t know, actually. possibly reading the reply 5-10 times to be able to come up with something that doesn’t just fit as response, but is also 100% what Ari would say and/or do. 

viii.  what do you do to get into the writing mood? listening to songs that remind me of Ari, reading other people’s threads, and telling myself a hundred times that I Gotta Get Those Drafts Done ( if i have drafts, because currently i do not. ) 

ix.  what do you always have near the place you write? cigarettes, something to drink and my phone. 

x.  do you have a reward system for word counts? no, i don’t even count my words here, because i don’t? really care.

xi.  is there anything else about your writing process your readers don’t know? the main reason i tend to be super slow with replies is that i’ll reread my reply a few times, like ten times, all while screaming on AIM about my own muse to get the ultimate Ari experience and be able to portray her perfectly. 

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❛ mentally crafting incredibly angry speeches that i will never say to all the people i hate is my favorite hobby ❜ ( my finger slipped..)

                    meme ↻ @kcmikcze. ( still accepting! ) 

❝ because that’s soo much better than saying it to them. ❞ one might think Arizona was being sarcastic, but this time it wasn’t the case. in fact, mentally crafting all those things you could say, but never actually saying them out loud ( usually, unless you’re currently busy talking shit with a friend ) causes much less drama. imagine all the anger and yelling that would be followed by telling someone straight up that their whole existence was a waste of space. a soft smile is playing on her lips, arms crossed above her chest as she just looks into the distance. watching people – a thing she did way too often. ❝ i do imagine telling some people how you really think would be pretty fun. SOME people just deserve it, if you get what i mean. or who i mean, for that matter. ❞ now the former smile turns into a full on grin, eyes shifting back to the taller male, she looks– somewhat cheeky. ❝ i still think you should go out with in order to piss that ONE girl off. ❞

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popular text posts + ask memes ( part three )

❛ i’m just an asshole with feelings ❜ ❛ if you step on the back of my shoe and it comes off, i will do the same thing to your head ❜ ❛ my secret talent is getting tired without doing anything ❜ ❛ i want tattoos and emotional stability ❜ ❛ i would just like to publicly announce that i have no idea what i’m doing ❜ ❛ i love when people shut the fuck up ❜ ❛ hi i’m a hopeless romantic with serious trust issues nice to meet you ❜ ❛ marry someone who looks at you the way you look at dogs ❜ ❛ i want a tattoo of a ufo on my ass to represent how it’s out of this world ❜ ❛ you ever see something and are like ‘ i’m so glad i don’t even know what that means ’ ❜ ❛ lie in my bed. show me your favorite music. kiss my neck. ❜ ❛ my kink is not opening messages and pretending they’re not there ❜ ❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it is cute, i do not think it is funny. i will kick you in the fucking face. ❜ ❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜ ❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜ ❛ mentally crafting incredibly angry speeches that i will never say to all the people i hate is my favorite hobby ❜ ❛ my kink is when people admit i was right ❜ ❛ protecting your own happiness isn’t selfish. you deserve every ounce of happiness. ❜ ❛ i’ve never said one coherent thing in my life ❜ ❛ how can i be ready for the future when i’m not even ready to get up in the morning ❜ ❛ never throw me anything unless you’re okay with dropping it ❜ ❛ please don’t make me think about my life ❜ ❛ have you ever met the human version of a headache ❜ ❛ my personality is 30% of the last movie i watched ❜ ❛ i forgot how awkward it is to meet new people sober ❜ ❛ today i’m wearing a lovely shade of i slept like shit so don’t piss me off ❜ ❛ why can’t i just plug myself into a charger ❜ ❛ i have bullshitted my way through almost two decades of life ❜ ❛ i, personally, would love to calm down, and yet ❜ ❛ i can’t tell if i’m really nice but secretly an asshole or an asshole but secretly really nice ❜ ❛ me? a jealous hoe? absolutely. ❜ ❛ we’re gonna be weird adults ❜ ❛ wait no hug me more ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ does anyone else get friend-jealous really easily? ❜ ❛ apparently ‘spite’ is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “what motivates you?” ❜ ❛ we, as a community, should go to bed ❜ ❛ white lips, pale face, i hate the entire human race ❜ ❛ no offense but what the fuck am i doing ❜ ❛ there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me – it’s called the throne ❜ ❛ i might be short but you’re still beneath me ❜ ❛ if i have a crush on you, i’m so sorry ❜ ❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜ ❛ well this social situation isn’t going the way i acted it out in the shower ❜ ❛ i!!!!!!!!!! hate!!!!!!!!!! being!!!!!!!!!! left!!!!!!!!!! out!!!!!!!!!! ❜ ❛ i’m honestly so clingy and detached at the same time ❜ ❛ i think part of growing up is understanding song lyrics ❜ ❛ how can someone (me) be so beautiful (me) but also so underrated (me) ❜ ❛ hi, i’m here to ruin everything ❜ ❛ college is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane ❜ ❛ and then satan said, “here, have feelings” ❜ ❛ it is i, your local asshole ❜ ❛ you’re about as irrelevant as mean girls 2 ❜ ❛ shout out… just in general. i’m just shouting. ❜ ❛ get your heart broken so your art improves ❜ ❛ i’m so tired, but i always find the energy to sin ❜

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&&. look at me finally following people who aren’t my friends ( yet ) about time. hey, if any of you .. 5 newbies want to plot please hit me up via IM? because-- well. 

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( ! * kcmikcze. )

“how is it you’re never scared?” 

  ❝ I don’t know, I guess that’s just how I am. would be quite stupid of me to work as mortician with nightshifts if I was a scaredy cat, no? ❞ Arizona’s eyes move up to look at him with a subtle smile on her lips, head resting on the palm of her left hand. ❝ Sometimes I think being scared is okay, it can be quite fun. You know, take horror movies for example, it’s boring when all you do is analyze how dumb it all is. To me ghosts don’t exist, otherwise I’d be haunted by at least 16. ❞

[svjevng]

█ ▌ ▐ DISNEYLAND !!

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( ! * cutie. )

Flying in a plane was one of Sujeong’s most favorite things to do. She loved flying, she loved planes, she just loved being a thousands of feet up in the air.  She hasn’t been to many places before, only Japan because of her schedules with the group, but this time it was a whole different thing. This time, Sujeong was going to visit the place she’s been dreaming of since she was a little kid- this time she was going to be stuck on a plane for many hours instead of just one or two. Sujeong was already seated next to her  friend while everyone else was filing in, finding their seats and stowing their luggage . Actually Sujeong was just waiting for the moment when they would finally take off.

Sujeong kept glancing around, drumming her hand against her armrest, ignoring the old lady to her right. She didn’t bother to cover her face with her face mask as she know no one would recognize her in a plane at this hour. When her friend kept for quiet more than minute, Sujeong continued to fidget for awhile. “I really dislike the middle seat,” she told no-one in particular, eyes on the seat in front of her.

“Aaaari,” Sujeong whined. “Please let me have the window seat?” she tried again. “I really like looking out, see if I can spot a flying dragon or something like that. Do you believe in dragons? I want one as my pet.” She stared to blabber again, forgetting about what she was pouting a minute ago. She shifted in her seat, staring at the other who was making a show of adjusting her seatbelt. “Are you okay? Okay, but are you just as excited as I am–”  And her her speach was interrupted by the security announcement and the plane taking off.

Nothing about flying seemed really interesting to Arizona, she liked having both her feet on the ground, rather than sitting in a plane so big and heavy it shouldn’t even be able to fly. Don’t get it twisted, she wasn’t worried about crashing, per se, it was a fact that car crashes happen more often than plane crashes, it’s more about the fact that being up in there air with nothing really to do wasn’t her favorite thing. This time it was a little different, considering the destination was California! Not just any part of California, but Disney Land! It was something she had wanted to do for a long time, it was planned, kind of, just the money didn’t quite work along with her plans. Until a few weeks ago she finally had enough. Then it was just an idea, it took a day to find someone she’d wanna take along, and another day for Sujeong to ask if she could get the days off -- et voila the tickets were booked, and Arizona had started packing her stuff. 

Her mind was currently somewhere at home, worrying that Hana and Zura might not be able to take care of all her animals for those few days. It’ll be fine, they’ll somehow manage it, she tells herself over and over again, eyes roaming around to see what kind of humans would fly alongside them. Luckily enough: no babies, no small children, the flight would be calm. Another quick glance to the watch on her wrist: 3:21am. They should take off in good 9 minutes. Exciting!

Sujeong’s voice gets her out of the little bubble she was in, blinking rapidly before returning her attention to the younger female beside her.  ❝ Suuuuj. ❞, she repeats in the same whiny tone, showing off a toothy grin.  ❝ we’ll make a deal, as soon as we’re up in the air and can walk around we’ll change seats, alright? ❞ Not that she cared about where she was sitting, but they’d soon be taking off, and she felt that now that everyone was sitting it’d be weird to stand up once again.  ❝ Pet dragon? I want one, too. It’d be brilliant. But! Yes I’m good, I was just wondering whether or not Zura and Hana will be able to take care of my animals. As for excitement-- Hell yes I am! I’ve never been to Disney Land, like ever. ❞ Wiggling a little in her seat Arizona let out a happy sounding laugh, inhaling deeply as the plane started to roll, first slowly, until it gained the speed it needed to take off. 

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🎹 ; 🎵; 🎩 ; 🔎 !!

                  All the Little Things Meme. & still accepting. reply for @svjevng​.

🎹 - Do they play any instruments? 

Yes, several. Arizona finds something calming about losing herself in music, especially when the sounds creating what we call music are made by her. It’s not calming her down when extremely agitated or angry, but if sadness occurs it’ll never fail to help. Instruments she plays include the Piano, Guitar and Violin, even though she’s certain she has forgotten how to play the latter by now. 

🎵- Favorite song?

Her taste in music is diverse, a little bit of everything finds place, favorite songs change each week – if not each day. An all time favorite would have to be Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, though.

🎩 - Usual outfit?

Is there really such thing as a usual outfit? Considering real life isn’t like comics or cartoons where the main character wears mostly the same thing day in day out. Especially hard it gets when your name is Arizona Cho – the girl who changes her style each and every day according to her mood. Though, she has find a liking for hotpants with croptops and biker boots, so she does wear that quite often, each time in different colors, different styles. But I’ll say that might just be her usual outfit.

🔎 - Random detail about them?

She’s – to quote a friend of hers – batshit crazy. In her own way. It reaches from pretending to hear voices to scare other people, to vandalizing stuff, over to liking things a normal person would eventually think of as weird, or plain uncomfortable – take funerals for example. Arizona is in a constant state of being able to snap without a warning. Her impulsivity is one of the things that make her so dangerous, but at the same time interesting. Because one may never know what they are gonna get from talking to her. Frankly, she tends to be a nice person, unless pissed off – the danger her lies in the fact that no one knows what exactly will piss her off to the point that she’ll snap. I believe Arizona doesn’t even know what triggers it either. Does she have problems as batshit crazy person? Not really. People adore her for being exactly that. And she wouldn’t want it any other way. Now, the detail, what symbolizes that she’s about to snap and you should get the fuck away? Arizona has the tendency to stare, glare almost, with her fingernails picking on the skin of her wrist. It looks like a nervous habit to most, especially because she’s seen doing it so often, but really – look out for that little detail. 

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All the Little Things Meme

Get down to the nitty gritty.  Send a symbol to learn about the muse!

🍑 - Favorite fruit 🍰 - Do they eat healthy or do they like junk food? ☕ - Tea or Coffee?  How do they take theirs? 🎵- Favorite song 🔪 - Have they ever killed someone? 🍴- Favorite meal 🎩 - Usual outfit 🏠 - What does their living space look like? 🚿 - Do they like hot or cold showers? 🏨 - Sleeping position 🚔 - Have they ever broken the law? 🏃 - Are they athletic? 💐 - Favorite type of flower 🎹 - Do they play any instruments? 🎨 - Artistic ability 🏥 - Has they ever gotten seriously ill? 💤 - Do they like sleeping in or waking up early? 🕕 - The longest they’ve ever been awake 🔎 - Random detail about them 💢 - Something other’s do that gets on their nerves 🚬 - Do they drink/do drugs? 👶 - As a kid, what were they like? 🍭 - Do they have a sweet tooth? 🎂 - How old are they? 🎤 - Can they sing? 🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day? 💕 - Parents 🍙 - Favorite snack 💀 - What are they afraid of?

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( ! * newblccd. ) 

   sicko.

     pathetic. disgusting.

   dark hues narrowed into the direction of the elder male. a ghastly snarl evident on his otherwise perfect features.

     this man. this target, he was vile, revolting. and he deserved what the immortal was about to do to him. he deserved every. last. bit.

   he quickened his pace, twisting and turning down the darkened alleyway with ease. each stride bringing him closer to his next meal― until he stops, much like the man does; and he watches. how the man looks back, squinting against the dimness the night brought. the man knew.. he knew someone was following him. yet he trekked on.

     jae-young had effortlessly managed to keep up with him ( the man was rather old, and jae does fortunately have heightened speed ), finally having him cornered at a dead end. he’s ready to pounce– ready to wipe this guy out, and he almost does so.

   almost.

     he almost would’ve killed the guy had he not just now caught on to another’s presence. his attention snaps back, peering into the eyes of another– something he honestly did not expect.

   ‘ what the fuck!– ’

  it doesn’t really matter why exactly Arizona is stalking people around here, really, all she knows is that someone was going after .. another being she had thrown her eye on. instead of continuing normally she decided to quickly make her way over to the other side of the street, positioning herself right behind the predator. was she amused that someone else was going after the same .. being? a little, more so however she was a little confused. maybe someone who shared her.. interest?

  he hadn’t noticed her, or so she thinks.. until he turns around, seemingly surprised by her sudden appearance. for a while, she just stares at him, until her lips curl into a faint smile. ❝ mind telling me why you’re going after the person I stalk? I’ve thrown my eye on him first! ❞ 

  it was a blunt statement, no need to make it sound like anything else. she was stalking him, she had seen him first -- unless this stranger has been after him for three weeks already, in which case they both spent the same amount of time observing and stalking. that surely would be a super, super funny coincidence. 

  ❝ no, but really. what do you want from him? he’s 50, married, has two children, two daughters, 6 and 8. he has money, too. so why are you interested in his life? why stalk him in the night when he’s all alone? you better come up with a good reason why you’re after him! ❞ otherwise Arizona would get terribly mad that the night she had made to be the night in which HE dies failed. and that all because of some guy who got in the way. 

  so there she stands, arms crossed above her chest, a stupid smile painted on her lips as she just stares waiting for an answer. what if he was actually out to kill the man? would she let him kill for her? or would she want to do the dirty job on her own? Arizona didn’t know th answer, maybe it was different than she thought, and this guy just wanted his money, or his.. rolex, or whatever. 

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! * mvrtille.

Planned was a quick trip to the nearby drug store, just to get a few necessary objects before the sun set. Pads, dog food, perhaps a new nail polish to treat herself a little something. The most regular thing to do. So she wandered through the shop determined, kept her small list in mind – buying stuff she didn’t really need was a habit she desperately tried to get rid of these days. Too much of a waste. Eyes skimmed the area and when she tried to take a turn in order to reach the pet aisle, Iseul discovered a girl; so similar to her. The woman took a step back and instead watched the other female from behind one of the shelves. Was she seriously trying to steal a chocolate bar? Not that Iseul thought it wasn’t bad enough, but stealing something as simple as candy seemed ridiculous to her. It wasn’t her shift now, she wasn’t at work. She wasn’t officer Seo but Iseul, the friendly girl next door. And yet she couldn’t ignore this shoplifting piece of shit, as her colleagues liked to say. Subtle steps were taken and Iseul followed her around, not looking suspicious at all. If the criminal looked at perfume, Iseul would look at body lotions in the opposite cupboard – and so on. Once the girl decided to slip out of the drug store; that’s when Iseul charged and approached her from behind, hands reaching for opposite wrists to pin them behind the female’s back. ❝Where do you think you’re going, hm?❞

Just a few more steps and another success! To be real, Arizona wouldn’t steal most of the things she needs in her daily life if she had enough money. Most of the cash she earned went straight into her apartment rent, even more into the food of her animals, some is saved just in case one of the animals needs the vet -- and then? There wasn’t much left. Sometimes she got some extra money from family members of a corpse she worked on, sometimes she stole money from someone she killed. And if all of that wasn’t the case she just stole the cheapest things. Rich against the poor, people simply didn’t understand. But she couldn’t even reach the door, the female she had seen around suddenly came closer and before Arizona knew it her wrists were behind her back and a soft groan came from her to signal that she was in pain. ❝ Calm there, that hurts. ❞ Eventually her head turned to take a closer look-- ❝ Oh, it’s you! We haven’t seen each other in at leeeeeast .. two weeks? ❞ No, they weren’t friends, this girl right there was a police officer, this girl right there had seen Arizona plenty of times.

 ❝ Let go, there’s always time to speak about your issues in a calm way. ❞ She did let go, keeping her eyes on Arizona, in case she was trying to make a run and just get away. No, she was too busy rubbing her wrists with a somewhat pained expression on her face. ❝ Yah you crazy cop, did you have to injure my wrists? I need my hands to gain money! What’s your deal? So noisy.. ❞

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               ( ⋆ ! @mvrtille. ) 

Skip, skip, skip -- through the same drug store as always. Looking around to make sure no one was close by. Sometimes she’ll pay for whatever it is she needs, sometimes, just as today, she doesn’t see why she’d pay for something to drink and a simple snickers bar, hence why her gaze wandered through the aisle. Sure, she still stole it, it’ll still be a crime, but no one will miss it. It isn’t as if her stealing it will cause this drug store to close its doors. She won’t get them bankrupt. And if she does -- well that’s sad, she’ll find another drug store, for sure. The bottle had already wandered into her bag, and now her slender fingers were grabbing the snickers bar, slowly, carefully, and it disappeared in her bag. A soft smile is on her lips, perhaps because she can already taste the sweet chocolate on her tongue, the sweet, free chocolate. It just tastes better if you haven’t paid for it. Arizona turns on her heels, looking at other products as she slowly tries to make her way out -- you know, looking at stuff to make it seem as if you simply can’t decide before you vanish.

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A cigarette between slender fingers, legs dangling over the edge of the small balcony. Arizona is a simple person, a look inside her apartment shows just that: everything is kept in neutral tones such as white, light brown, even the brown and white Alaskan Malamute fits perfectly into the whole concept. Especially when he lays on the couch, it’s same color as his fur. Right now he stands happily besides his owner, one hand of her is gently patting the big dog’s head, while the other gets closer to her face in order to inhale the poisonous smoke into her lungs. A deep sigh falls from her lips, smoke escaping at fast speed. ❝ You know, today at work we got the request of burying the old lady with her favorite doll. ❞, she speaks, her voice calm and soothing. The dog looks up, as if he understood, his head tipping to the side. A smile spreads on her lips, a soft laugh escaping soon after. ❝ Weird, huh, Dasher? ❞ That’s the dog. Dasher, named after one of Santa’s Reindeers, it was between that and Cerberus, but considering Dasher didn’t own three heads, along with not being able to protect the gates of her apartment Arizona decided against it. 

Her feet sway slowly as her head falls back to gaze at the stars above -- pretty. Everything about the night is pretty, she thinks as she inhales some more smoke before throwing the cigarette over the edge. The Busan born likes it quiet. It doesn’t go well with the fact she loves to party, does it? She flinches -- for a second fearing she’ll fall off the rim of her balcony as one of her cats jumps on top, purring in order to get her attention. It’s rare that she just .. sits there, doing nothing at all. At this time she’d usually sit on the couch, or sleep if work had been tiring. But it’s two in the morning and Arizona is still wide awake. It isn’t unusual that the ghosts of her past haunt her at night. Her fake father will appear in her dreams, and she’ll relive the experience of his death, she’ll go through it all over and over again. The moment the police came in and took her fake mother as if she was a killer, her little sister crying in Arizona’s arms as she tells her everything will be okay. 

Was she okay? Where was she living now? How does she look? All those questions Arizona asked herself, but could never get an answer for. She didn’t even know where to search, if she decided to. Maybe her sister didn’t even want to see her, didn’t want to reunite -- Arizona wouldn’t blame her. After all it could trigger painful memories. Maybe she was at the same place she was in. Unable to trust people, unable to commit to relationships. Maybe, just maybe, her sister stood away from them alltogether, one would wish her she was clever enough to keep away from relationships. They are stupid anyway. Another loud sigh comes from Arizona as her gaze wanders. She could jump right now and all pain would be gone. Do you know that feel? You don’t want to die, but you know you could with just one simple mistake made. It’s like a human is made for self-destruction. Arizona certainly was very good at it herself. Cigarettes, Alcohol, Drugs -- well, the latter didn’t happen often, all she ever smoked was weed, it’s still a drug, it’s still addictive, but so is alcohol, so are cigarettes. Believing the news even the most ridiculous things could kill you. 

Feet steadily stand on the ground, making her way back inside to fall right onto the couch. What a night. What a stupid night. If only she could fall asleep. She had to get up early, there was a funeral, she had to be there. Oh, no, no. It wasn’t the funeral of one of her clients family member. Her latest victim had his funeral tomorrow. Why she wanted to be there? It was oddly satisfying. If you watch closely you can see the little bit of relief in the mothers eyes. If she knew, that is. Tomorrow would be another day, and everything from tonight would have been forgotten for another few days. 

[amoruccios-blog]

YOUR STEREOTYPICALLY MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies. you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt (but not seriously hurt). shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheels cars as a kid. at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps. you used to collect hockey or baseball cards. baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. you love to go crazy and not care what people think. sports are fun. you talk with food in your mouth. you sleep with your socks on at night. you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICALLY FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop.  you wear eyeliner (occasionally). you wear the colour pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. you like getting manicures and/or pedicures. you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have many scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different colour. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am. i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

[femaleidols]

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[ofhotheads-blog]

sex+romance headcanons!

[aekure]

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?