#ask lev

[akuhimitsu]

🥳 it's not my birthday but you're invited to my birthday party. the decorations are bob the builder themed. what do u bring me?

🥳 - What would you give me as a birthday gift?

Bro, if the decorations are bob the builder themed then I might just go to your party in one of these bad boys:

Also, I’d give you a hammer and some nails as your gift lol

Hope you like the hammer. I had to get it custom engraved ✌️

[akuhimitsu]

WHY WOULD YOU REBLOG NARANCIA ANGST I'M CRYING AGAIN NOO

I’M SORRY FRIEND! I HAD TO! : (  Sometimes you just wanna be sad over the orange boy. Sometimes you just want a good cry and some angst! Anyways, AU WHERE NARANCIA AND EVERYONE ELSE LIVES! I made this for you so you wont be sad anymore!:  

[akuhimitsu]

Cinnamon, blush, indigo, burgundy 😁

Omg. Thank you doll! You have been following me for such a long time here on Tumblr, and I’m super appreciative of that! Not sure what draws you to my blog. I’d love to know. Also, sorry for replying so late to this. I think the post with the colors was taken down because I can’t find it. Anyways.... Thanks again! ♥ And thanks for helping me with my relationship issues in the past. I haven’t forgotten that.

[levmovska]

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

"There's this TikTok trend going around." What an opener. "I dare you to find one thing that everyone can agree on." He let's the words sink in, counting to three in his head. "Lost. The answer is fucking Lost." He lets out a succinct huff of amusement. "Think about it. Every single fucker whose watched it has a theory on it, and not a single one makes fucking sense, but they all make sense — and every single fucker will agree to that."

Beat. "You got fuckers saying aliens, reality TV, purgatory— that's fucked up, isn't it? Purgatory? You're telling me that every single fucker on that plane did something so fucking horrible that a layer of fucking Hell was the answer?" A shake of his head. "Turns out they're halfway right, though. Fuckers were in limbo." Lev gives a pointed look. "Don't fucking come for me. This is my fucking TedTalk." "So all these fuckers are in limbo, right? They're in the inbetween, reliving their best and fucking worst day in and day out, slowly dying. But they aren't fucking dying. They're ascending." A nod. "Moving on. Going to the light. These people are out there learning their life lessons through a series of tests offered up to them throughout the events of the island. This isn't about survival, like they all fucking think. It's a race to the fucking finish line, and the best of them fucking go first. You notice that? Guess that makes Jack a real piece of shit. Anyway." A sip of water, if only to stifle a ill-timed laugh. "So these fuckers are on this island, getting chased by a fucking smoke monster, attacked by polar bears, fucking... traveling through fucking time and shit, and they're all forced to reckon with their life's fuckery. You ever do that?" He raises his eyebrows. "I sure as fuck do. More often than I'd like to fucking admit." "Every fucking day for the past couple fucking years, I wonder to myself how the fuck I got this far. It's like a sick fucking party. Woohoo, I fucking lived to see another fucking day. Always wondered why the fuck I felt that way. You know? I got a job, got a couple fucking friends, eat my vegetables, try to do the right fucking thing — but I'm always fucking convinced my fucking time is up. I've made some mistakes, you know? Big ones. I cut that shit out, but it seems I'm still fucking here on this fucking island." Let that sink in. "I know, I know. That's fucked up." "Thing is, we aren't in fucking limbo. We're in New York fucking City. We aren't going to fucking ascend and know peace tomorrow morning, nor are we going to get anywhere by calling out for fucking Walt the rest of our lives. You know what that means? It's fucking okay to own up to your bullshit, because tomorrow is another fucking day. So, I'll go first." "My name is Lev Movska. I'm a fucking Charlie, Hugo rising. And I'm a piece of shit that has repeatedly hurt my best fucking friend. I'm real fucking sorry, man. Call me." Not another word. Lev exits, stage left.

[levmovska]

🔪 y not for sherry

"There's this alternate fucking universe where, if Sher had been fucking Cybil, Cybil would've fucking lived." Lev nods, as if to cement his fucking case. "Listen, you ever look someone in the fucking eye and you just know? Like you can see a whole ass fucking scene just play out. They're there in the church and she's on the ladder thing and they're just about to fuck shit up, but Sherry has other fucking plans. She fucking breaks free, jukes down the fucking ladder, and kicks a fucker in the teeth. They go flying too — the teeth. Like that scene from that one fucking movie where James McAvoy slams fucking... that fucking asshole with the keyboard? Remember that one? That's the fucking energy she fucking gives." Beat. "Mm. Yeah. Yeah."

🟊🟊🟊🟊🟊     𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚒'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 / 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 / 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 .

[levmovska]

🔪 rahi

"Here's the thing — it fucking depends. If we're talking some Jigsaw shit, Rahi would be out in three minutes fucking flat because no one can fucking out-engineer this fucker. He went to fucking space — Jigsaw should be doing their fucking homework. But if it's natural? If it's the fucking Blob or the Mist or the fucking Happening?" One sideways glance, because this is a hard fucking truth. "Rahi might figure out how to fucking survive, but after a while, it becomes a fucking choice. And if he doesn't have incentive to continue, then I don't think he'd do it. So yeah, he's got a solid chance at surviving, but that is contingent upon the dumbass fucking assholes in his fucking life — and I'm willing to bet, Rahi is the last one standing in every scenario... except with Buffalo Bill, because Sugar can say some real fucked up shit." 

🟊🟊🟊🟊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[levmovska]

🔪 from alan !

"I don't know a whole lot about this fucker, but what I do know is that skinny fucks are shifty as fuck. Look at him. He's fucking tiny. And he's fucking smart. I mean, he's got words and shit, and they aren't going to help him with the fucking zombies or murderers. My bet? He's going to use them to get in with the right fuckers. It's going to serve him real fucking well, too. But then one day, he's going to get the Ned Stark treatment because he asked too many fucking questions or put himself in a stupid position in which he's the fucking collateral." 🟊🟊🟊 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

[levmovska]

🔪 lola lmao

"Alright, hear me out." And so it begins. "Season one, The Walking Dead. Zombies are popping out of the fucking woodwork like it's their fucking job or some shit. People are panicking. They're packing up their fucking garages like it's Armageddon, people are looting grocery stores and, fuck, I don't know — the local fucking Kohl's. It's the fucking endtimes. Got me?" Lev shifts in his seat, leaning forward. There's a little bit of a smirk present as he glances in Lola's direction. "Lola says, If the world is fucking ending, I need to accessorize for it. Fair? Right. Wrong. Because Lola its putting on a fucking Dora the Explorer cosplay and running through the fucking streets screaming D-D-D-D-D-DORA!." She's going to murder him. He can feel it. "Her last words? Swiper. No swiping." Beat. He looks at her. “You’re my favorite worm.”

🟊 — 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍.