Answer the 10 questions asked by the person who tagged you and make up 10 questions for people you tag
Choose 10 people and tag them.
No tag-backs.
10 Facts about Me:
My favorite animated movie of all time is Treasure Planet
The smell of certain types of peanut butter makes me think of when my family lived in Japan. I have no idea why.
My favorite video game is Sly Cooper 2: Band of Thieves
When I was a kid, I wanted to be an veterinarian, a dolphin trainer, and a paleontologist when I grew up
I had a short story published in an online literary magazine when I was in high school
If I ever got a tattoo, I’d want it to be of the constellation Orion because it was the first one I learned to identify and the only one I can immediately identify
My roommate and I own a sugar glider named Jerry
I Wuv Hugs. …No, but seriously, hugs are great. I always offer my friends hugs when they’re upset and/or stressed, and they seem to help
I’m the one person in my immediate family who doesn’t have allergies
I’m a horrible, horrible procrastinator
Questions:
1. Why?
Why not? (Alternative answer: ‘Cuz)
2. Most and least favourite trope/cliche. If you have hard time deciding, top 5 of each.
Favorite: Puppy-Dog Eyes. My one true weakness. If a character can successfully pull off a pair of soulful doe-eyes, I’m a goner. (Honorable mentions: Humble geniuses, charming outlaws, and badass heroines)
Least Favorite: Unnecessary romantic conflict in dystopian/post-apocalyptic situations. The civilized world is literally in shambles, this is not the time for middle school “who likes who” bullshit. (Honorable mention: Kids and/or animals dying)
3. Look around you - what is the one item you would carry out in case of sudden fire?
Leather jacket: If nothing else, it should help protect me from the flames.
4. Congratulations, you’ve won 1 million dollars. What now?
Damn, I’m never sure what to do with a lot of money. :/ At least a quarter of it will be divided among several charities, and another quarter I’ll put away in a savings account. Then I’d spend some of it on a tour of Europe and a cruise for me and my family. And…I have no idea what I’d use the rest for. :P
5. 13 or 27? Quick, make a pick! Now, tell us 13 or 27 of what.
27 puppies 0.0
6. You can eat only one dish till the end of your life. What is it?
I recently learned how to make tortilla de patata, which is basically a potato omelet. They’re reeeally good. ^-^
7. Last thing you’ve watched/read/played, and your fave character there. Also, why?
How to Train Your Dragon. Favorite character would have to be Hiccup; he’s brilliant, kind-hearted, charmingly awkward and snarky as hell.
8. Worst weather?
Sleet and wind. It’s damp, it’s cold, and it’s miserable. XP
9. What would be the title of your autobiography?
Cleverly Disguised as a Responsible Adult
10. Do you love the colour of the sky? Which one?
I see what you did there.
I do have an answer, though.
My Questions:
Favorite fairy tale/story as a child (or an adult)?
You’re in the zombie apocalypse and you’ve been infected. Would you rather be killed before or after you turned into a zombie?
Have you ever cut your own hair? How did it go?
If you could grow any animal body part (wings, tail, horns, etc), what would you want?
Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?
There’s a button in front of you. If you press it, you will automatically receive 1 million dollars and a random person in the world will die. Do you push it?
((Just a Halloween drabble I wrote for SARAH and myself because I thought it would be CUTE.
Enjoy!))
James sat in his high chair, dressed in a precious baby tiger costume she had found at the store. When she had realized Halloween was upon them and she had a small child to take out trick-or-treating, she’d made sure he had the perfect costume and that her night was free of any plans. She had a first Halloween to experience, after all.
Charlie herself was dressed as someone very familiar. And so normal, in fact, that only certain people would recognize her. She was dressed in worn jeans torn at the knees, her adventurous boots, a grey t-shirt, and one of Dean’s button-ups. She was the man himself: Dean Winchester. So to speak. She could only pull off so much of his many style without her feminine flair. Speaking of Dean... She looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. If she didn’t leave soon, she’d finish late and be late herself. She had a surprise to enact.
She made sure her note to Emmet was magnetted securely to the fridge, grabbed the trick-or-treat bag she put together for James, and headed out into her semi-quiet neighborhood to get some candy with her baby.
It was a fairly nice evening. Many homeowners sat on their porches, handing out candy and watching the trick-or-treaters frolic through the streets. Her neighbors were so happy to see James. They cooed at him and tickled him and took joy in making him smile. Charlie graciously accepted treats on his behalf and happily chatted with them, catching up on their lives and catching them up on hers. The younger women in the neighborhood gushed about James and his father, much to Charlie’s amusement and chagrin. Dean was fairly popular with most of her neighbors. Especially the young housewives. Once she answered a fair amount of questions about him, she was able to get the candy and move on quickly before they had more questions about why she thought he was still there (if he was really a drifter) and if he had any brothers (that would be hard to explain...).
After about two hours of chatting and gathering candy, Charlie figured she’d gathered enough to keep her boys happy. Especially the big one. She walked back to her house and headed straight to her car, where a duffle bag and diaper bag both sat in the back seat next to James’ car seat. Everything was packed and ready. Once James was all buckled in and cosy, Charlie kissed his forehead and shut the door, heading for the driver’s seat.
She hummed to herself the entire drive over, tapping the steering wheel in accompaniment. She was excited and slightly nervous. But mostly excited. After the 10 minute drive was over, she pulled into the parking lot of the garage as slowly as she could. She wanted to be sneaky. And it seemed to have worked. The lights were on in the apartment, but there was no movement. She parked behind the small garage Dean kept the Impala in, and gathered the bags and the baby before heading towards the main building and up the stairs to the apartment door.
Charlie elbowed the doorbell and waited, smiling as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from inside. The door opened, revealing Dean Winchester in all his grease-stained glory. Before he could realize what was going on, Charlie followed tradition. “Trick or treat!”
Dean gaped for a moment as James started babbling, reaching out to his father. The second he caught on, he laughed. “Oh, God, sorry. Just... wasn’t expecting that.” He stepped out, leaning down to kiss her quickly before kissing James on the forehead. “Lookit you! A tiger, huh? Didn’t even recognize you!” He turned back to Charlie, just noticing the three bags she carried in addition to their son in his car seat-turned-carrier. “Shit, let me get those,” he said, taking them from her (despite her arguments) and nodding towards the door. “C’mon in, babe. I just got some pizza.”
Charlie headed in, smiling wider at the scent of hot food and the warmth of Dean’s living room. “Sometimes I forget you actually have your own place,” she joked, watching as Dean dropped the bags on the couch.
He laughed, waving her towards the kitchen. “Yeah, me too. Place is great for when I need to catch up though, like lately.” He followed her in, watching her place James’ carrier on the counter. “About that... sorry for not being home these past few days. I wanted to catch up on what I missed while we were away.”
Charlie smiled brightly at him and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I understand.” She closed the gap between them and kissed him deeply, careful not to lean against him and risk grease stains on her clothes. She kept kissing him, to make up for lost time, and when they were both breathless, she pulled back, nipping at his lip as she did so. “Now, c’mon. Let’s eat. All the wandering around’s gotten me hungry.”
They ate their pizza, Charlie catching Dean up on what had been going on with James, Emmet, and Colton, and Dean eyeing her attire and the distant bag of candy in various degrees of hunger. That certainly did not escape Charlie’s notice. Once Charlie had fed James and changed him out of his costume, Dean set him up in the living room in an extra crib Sam had lent him. Charlie cooed softly at her son until he finally fell asleep, Dean watching them with a small smile.
When all was quiet, Dean grabbed Charlie’s bag and her hand and led her into his room. He tossed her bag on the bed. “Now that all the excitement’s over, I can finally shower and get all this grease off so I can get all close with you.” He smirked at her, heading towards the bathroom, taking his shirt off and tossing it somewhere as he went.
Charlie bit her lip slowly following him. “I’d appreciate that greatly.”
Dean chuckled, turning the water on before working at his belt. “I’m sure you would.” He looked at her again, studying her outfit. “Are you supposed to be dressed up as something?”
Charlie nodded, stepping into the room and shutting the door softly behind her. “Yes, I am.”
“Mind sharing with the class?”
It was Charlie’s turn to smirk. “Why, I’m Dean Winchester, of course. You didn’t know?”
“I was wondering why you were wearing my shirt,” Dean muttered, nodding slowly. He grinned at her as he pulled his belt off and dropped it on the floor. “Would you care to join me?” He tipped his head toward the shower.
Charlie grinned, stepping closer to him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Good.” His grin widened and reached for her, his still somewhat blackened fingers slipping under her shirt to brush over her sides. “Let’s see what makes you different from the real Dean Winchester.”
Needless to say, the rest of the night held plenty of excitement.
THIS DAY, THE 26TH, MARKS THE ONE YEAR FRIENDIVERSARY AND RPIVERSAY OF MYSELF AND SARAH AND DEAN AND CHARLIE RESPECTIVELY.
Sarah is one of my bestest friends and my fake fiancée. She makes me so happy and makes me smile whenever I need to, and we can squee together and giggle and make fun of LIFE TOGETHER.
So, I just want to send my love to my biffle Sarah, who I cannot wait to see and hang out with Comic-Con and beyond!
Oh and like drag her places but she knows she loves it as much as she'll kove the Oreos I'm sending her.
