Rules:
1. Always post the rules
2. Answer the questions from the person who tagged you.
3. Write 11 new ones
4. Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
i was tagged by dreamboatperalta
1. what is your least favorite song by your favorite band/singer?
there definitely aren't any boards of canada songs i outright hate, but if i had to think of their weakest track, i'd probably go with telepath
2. what was your favorite cartoon as a kid?
ed, edd, n eddy shit yes
also spongebob
also futurama
3. plain band-aids or colorful/character band-aids?
give me spongebob band-aids or let the wound fester
4. do you remember why you made a tumblr?
i think it was because a bunch of people on the facepunch fashion thread wanted to make a tumblr page for style advice, and i was gonna be one of the moderator people for it, but i didn't have a tumblr account of my own
so i made an account and discovered all my friends already had tumblrs and i was like "neat"
5. what would be in your ideal care package?
here it is again, my own monthly christmas
airdrop day
i roll out of my cot and pull my clothes on as i run for the ladder, and i scramble up it two rungs at a time
peeking out of the small hatch to make sure there's no infected hanging around, i drop back down the ladder and gather up my bigass backpack and my shotgun
taking the ladder a little more carefully this time, i climb up and pop the hatch
i'm up on top of a mountain in the middle of the south nevada desert, and don't ask me what this tiny bunker/shelter is doing here, because i don't have any idea how i got here, let alone how it got here, the earliest i can remember is crossing the hoover dam a year ago and coming upon this place
by then, the infection had already taken hold, and relatively low-priority places like the hoover dam, as nominally important as it may be, had already been abandoned. (what's the use in powering two cities if they've both fallen into anarchy?)
after wandering a couple days, i found the bunker, and i've been here since then, surviving and arming myself for the first few months off of these care packages, provided by the same, mysterious plane every time, sent by folks unknown, and always right on time, and then surviving off of basic farming with seeds provided, and water wherever i can find it (there's more out here than you'd expect)
as i scan the horizon, i hear it
a low, distant rumble turning into a raging whirr
a glimmer catches my eye, and there it is
a c-17, low and fast, rapidly approaching the nearby salt flat, a couple kilometers away
as it passes over the dry lake bed, i see a large metal box fly out the back, with a green smoke signal attached to it
i start making my way
it's been this way for the past year, and at this point i only bring my shotgun in a just-in-case capacity
i have vague memories of other people being around before all this started, but i haven't seen a single uninfected person out here since the first day i hazily wandered into the region, however, there's something entirely unsafe feeling about this place, and walking through these rocky, stubby mountains and dusty valleys, you can't help but feel.. watched
i've reached the box
standing next to it, it's about 4x6x4, shaped like an impact-resistant metal trunk
i cut the smoke canister off with my knife and give it a good throw because why the fuck not
i find the latch to open the top of the box and flip it, and the box's lid flies open
inside, i find
desert eagle mark vii, in black
this is cool as FUCK and almost completely useless but still COOL AS FUCK
box of 200, .50 AE ammo
deagle's gotta eat
saiga 12k, barrel dramatically shortened
this will come in use if i decide to start making my way west to the vegas ruins, since my mossberg's been falling apart after a year with no upkeep
box of 200, 12 guage 00 buckshot
saiga/mossberg's gotta eat
family box of cheez-its, contains two bags
this definitely won't last the month
two family bags of nacho cheese doritos
neither will these
cooler full of bawls and mountain dew: code red
hell yes motherfucker
6. do you have any seasonal traditions? (summertime, the holidays, etc)
nope! i mean, we go to my great grandma's house for family get-togethers on holidays, but no wacky traditions or anything out of the ordinary
7. what are some of your favorite words?
these change a lot
dilly, kronked, pissblast the shitcan
8. what’s the most used app on your phone?
cracked definitely, also the flashlight, also the internet
9. tell me one of your headcanons for one of your fandoms
eugene stoner and mikhail kalashnikov were each others' first kiss through an obscure and embarrassing turn of events~~~
also gunther got a skul-gun after jc left, but "accidentally" shot the unatco janitor out of paranoia he was rigging the soda machine, and it got taken away from him
10. pull-over hoodies or zip-up hoodies?
zip-up always zip-up
i have trouble taking off pull-over hoodies without baring my blindingly pale stomach for all to see
11. what three songs make you feel empowered and confident?
nine inch nails - the hand that feeds
arcade fire - reflektor
m|o|o|n - paris
mosh - mcqueen
i did four fuck the system
isclose-theclosest-star
fluunt-per-vitam
(i can't think of 11 people to tag, so if you wanna answer my questions, just reblog and go ahead)
if you could only drink one brand of soda for the rest of your life, what would it be
what is your favorite cereal
what dnd alignment would you describe yourself as
what was your favorite song when you were 8
macaroni or shells and cheese
what was the last dream you had that you remember
if you could have one job, what would it be
would you be happy stuck in the same career for the rest of your life
which country would you LEAST like to go to
any particular hobby you've always wanted to get into
Jumping
Over or under or on top of or flipping off of
Seventy thousand different things, doing the same thing in his mind...
How could anyone else be so charming upside down?
1. Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? I believe so, and I plan on it.
3. What if I told you that you were pretty? I’d probably blush and say “aw, shucks,” and also tell you that you were in my dream last night and so was Josh???
6. What are you looking forward to in the next week? Nothing. My life is bleak and meaningless, for my boyfriend is moving miles away in four days (372 miles, give or take). I guess school supply shopping?
8. Did you go out or stay in last night? Ooh, goody! I went out last night. After carefully planning with my enabling mother, and silently deceiving my boyfriend’s parents, Casey and I drove an hour and a half at midnight to his uncle’s ranch where we camped out to watch the Perseides meteor shower. We filled the bed of his truck with pillows and blankets and country music and condoms, and enjoyed a melancholy goodbye, our last grand hurrah before more casual meetings before he leaves for university on Saturday morning, wishing on every shooting star that distance will only make the heart grow fonder this fall.
43. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No
49. Do you make wishes at 11:11? Despite my better judgment
69. Will next Friday be a good one? Yes and no, I think. I’ll miss Case like crazy, but I’ll be beyond busy with my own preparations for my last year of high school, and I’m going to certainly try to make it a good one!
I Think You're All Really Cool And Pretty People And I Want To Be Your Friend But I've Only Met One Of You: The story of how I feel about the people in Kansas City that I follow on Tumblr.