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An ask blog of the state of Illinois. Not Hetalia related, but open to it and other fandoms. Always not safe for anyone, but if you're all right with that, welcome!

[damaizerunner]

Ow…am I back?

[damaizerunner]

Hell Hath Frozen Over

Cubs win the World Series, suck it.

[the-pan-with-a-plan]

Things you find in Illinois

- Corn - Birds - Flowers - Pizza - Hotdogs - Cats - More corn - Farms - Chicago - Museums - Accents - WILD FUCKING TURKEYS IN YOUR NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR’S BACKYARD

[manisnowba-blog]

“So what the fuck do I do as a chick?”

It wasn’t like he er she? Ew no, he wasn’t calling himself a she that was weirder. It wasn’t like he could go anywhere. Someone was going to kick his ass if he was driving with a licence that said he was a dude. And even if he walked his jacket wouldn’t do up over his chest and instead he was walking back from Sev’ with a slushie in hand stuffed in his thickest hoodie and PJ pants, the only things that would fit.

“Buy shit that shows off my tits and sit at the bar till someone buys me drinks?” Ilan looked down at his dog which thankfully seemed to still regonize him, sipping his drink. Nah, he was an ass but he wasn’t that much of an ass. Besides, he had pride.

So what WAS he supposed to do for two days? Skip work and wait at home watching bad daytime TV?

[damaizerunner]

*Charlie glances out the corner of his eye from his end, before he does a double take and wonders why that red haired woman looks familiar, but he can't put his finger on it. She was cute though, he muses inwardly. Deciding to investigate, he takes his beer and settles casually next to her, taking a sip and staring off into space*

Hey.

[brimaquonx]

So how long did it take you to get out of the house today?

Twenty minutes maybe? I don’t know, I was late to a meeting cause I fell asleep on my desk.

[damaizerunner]

Did you stay up all night or something?

[damaizerunner]

Current mood:

[manisnowba-blog]

Corn.

…. Is that the answer to what is love, or what you want for dinner?

[damaizerunner]

Both.

[lanaraemo-deactivated20170226]

@damaizerunner

-spots Charlie across the street and waves frantically at him while running-

[damaizerunner]

*He catches Lana in the corner of his eye, before he slows down and waves back at her in greeting. But not before walking face first into a light pole*

FFFFFFFF-

[lanaraemo-deactivated20170226]

Oh shit!

*She zips like a bullet, a car screeching to a hault momentarily before the driver honks and drives away*

Charlie? Are you ok?

*She squats down next to him and hovers, looking him over with a worried face*

[damaizerunner]

Is my face bleeding?

*He winces as he holds his nose, cursing the fact he was distracted by his thoughts again*

[lanaraemo-deactivated20170226]

*Her eyes widen significantly as she stares at him speechless for a moment. She takes a breath and gets closer*

How is that even possible?! Surely you didn’t hit it that badly…

*She grabs his hand and pulls him with her*

[damaizerunner]

*Grunting in slight pain, he begrudgingly allows her to drag to wherever because hey, couldn't be anymore embarrassing that walking into a pole, right?*

No, just my pride.

[bifl3xible]

Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time.

what i needed to hear (via bifl3xible)

[damaizerunner]

May God grant me the patience and ability...

...TO NOT START PUNCHING CEMETERY DESECRATING ASSHOLES IN THE FACE. Amen. *crosses himself*

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Explain the concept of ‘Love’ to my Muse.

[aristocraticomega]

*ahem* How detailed, sir?

As detailed as you want~

[damaizerunner]

Well then. I’ll have to think of something won’t I?

[aristocraticomega]

You must~

[damaizerunner]

Well I suppose you'd be into fucking on the piano, secretly.

[aristocraticomega]

*ahem* How detailed, sir?

As detailed as you want~

[damaizerunner]

Well then. I'll have to think of something won't I?

[damaizerunner]

*Illinois sits alone in a church pew, head bowed*

*He runs his thumb over a rosary he hadn’t used in what seemed to be forever, chanting prayers under his breath*

[lanaraemo-deactivated20170226]

@damaizerunner

-spots Charlie across the street and waves frantically at him while running-

[damaizerunner]

*He catches Lana in the corner of his eye, before he slows down and waves back at her in greeting. But not before walking face first into a light pole*

FFFFFFFF-

[lanaraemo-deactivated20170226]

Oh shit!

*She zips like a bullet, a car screeching to a hault momentarily before the driver honks and drives away*

Charlie? Are you ok?

*She squats down next to him and hovers, looking him over with a worried face*

[damaizerunner]

Is my face bleeding?

*He winces as he holds his nose, cursing the fact he was distracted by his thoughts again*

[damaizerunner]

Current weather: THE WHITE PUFFY STUFF. And cold.

[manisnowba-blog]

@damaizerunner Winter camping wasn’t exactly pleasant, but fuck it it was minus ten and he could build a quinzhee. Besides, they had ice finishing to do and hanging out with Charlie wasn’t really half bad. The beers helped too. But now the sun was setting and his beer was turning to slush as hs hiked back to the camp site, heading for the car. “You for the keys?”

[damaizerunner]

The keys? I thought you had them.

*IL puffs, watching his breath as he follows the red head, weaving his way in and out of the various obstacles on the way back. The cold he didn’t mind, he was used to it, given his own winters back home*

[manisnowba-blog]

“You had em,” he answered, hanging Illinois his fishing rod and looking through his pockets. Nope. Nope. Lighter. Klennex. Mitts. Joint. Pocket lint. Random roll up the rim prize he hadn’t claimed. “I don’t have them, you gotta have them,”

[damaizerunner]

Nope, I handed them back to you when we got out.

*He starts patting down his own pockets with his free hand and shrugs after a while. If he was panicking, he was doing a good job hiding it inside, his face carefully concealed in a thoughtful expression*

[manisnowba-blog]

He’s not panicking, nope.

As he tears off his coat to go through all his pockets. As he swears and starts kicking through the snow to look. As he’s literally panicking.

“I swear I gave them to you! This isn’t funny!”

[damaizerunner]

*IL calmly holds up his hands in defense but it doesn't last long as he checks his pockets*

I wouldn't joke about that sort of thing, ya know?!