Jul 9, 2017
30 Months with an amazing gal. #mimimonkey #pullupforwhat
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30 Months with an amazing gal. #mimimonkey #pullupforwhat
Tagged by mimimonkey uwu
If you don’t know your personality type, take the test here.
Rules: Find out what characters share the same personality type as you here and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them!
Type: INTJ (mastermind)
England from Axis Powers Hetalia
Lelouch vi Britannia from Code Geass
Numbuh 1 (Nigel Uno) from Codename: Kids Next Door
Edd from Ed, Edd n Eddy
Severus Snape and Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter
Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice
Professor James Moriarty from Sherlock Holmes
Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling from Silence of the Lambs
Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty
I'm tagging: aphfelly, nnipps, obscure-fandom-lurker, yourmoneyismymoney, blarg-fully-armed-with-blarg
Tag game
Tagged by mimimonkey. Thanks, sweetie! uwu
Name: Ellice
Nickname: anything you want lol
Birthday: June 15th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: heteroflexible???
Height: 165cm
Time Zone: GMT + 8:00
What time and date is it there: September 7th, 07:59pm
Average hours of sleep I get each night: 7-8
The last thing I Googled was: lyrics to This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race by FOB. What?
My most used phrase(s): “it’s so hot” and “oh my god”
First word that comes to mind: “sleep”
What I last said to a family member: about my day at the beach yesterday and that I should’ve left my wifi device at home bc it’s useless where I am
One place that makes me happy & why: my room bc it’s that one place i call mine
How many blankets I sleep under: one
Favorite beverage(s): coffee ovo
The last movie I watched in the cinema: TFIOS
Three things I can’t live without: computer, pen, paper
Something I plan on learning: how to socialize properly and navigate the wonders of photoshop
A piece of advice for all my followers: Care less about what others think about you. As long as you’re happy with what you’re doing without hurting others, you’re doing great!
You all have to listen to this song: Brave by Sara Bareilles
My blog(s): This is the only blog I’m running as of the moment which I’m trying to escape from and doing an awful job at that. Maybe because it’s become a comfort zone after all this time. Oh well.
Tag game
Write five random things about yourself then pass it along to ten of your favourite/new followers.
Tagged by: mimimonkey
I want to learn how sketch so I can draw my anime boyfrands and OTPs.
I live for the fanfic angst.
It takes me some time to get comfortable around new people, but sometimes we become instant friends when they show interest in talking to me (bc I don't really initiate conversations). uwu
I was strolling around a mall with my new friend yesterday and apparently there was a cosplay event going on. I was hoping to find someone cosplaying a character from Hetalia, but I didn't so never mind. :|
I bumped into a bookstore warehouse sale a few days ago and bought an introduction to humanities for PHP 15 (USD 0.34). \m/
Ah I'm not sure who to tag. Anyone who wants to do it? :3
Tagged by: holeintime
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.
Harry Potter series (J.K. Rowling) - My childhood ;u;. The books that got me into reading.
The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho) - Magic ovo
The Realm of Possibility (David Levithan) - A compilation of the most poignant poems I ever read.
How They Met, and Other Stories (David Levithan) - Just like The Realm of Possibility, but in prose form.
Paper Towns (John Green) - Relevant.
Looking for Alaska (John Green) - 'I go to seek a Great Perhaps'.
The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry) - My first book of metaphors. ^_^
The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger) - Read this at my own disposal and I regret nothing.
Veronika Decides To Die (Paulo Coelho) - I could hardly put this down. I just love it so much???
Percy Jackson series (Rick Riordan) - They're like modern mythology AU fanfic??? I was also so damn proud of myself bc I got my friends to read them. Big fucking deal bc they're not really into books. xD
I'm tagging: irisoflunadreams, mimimonkey, obscure-fandom-lurker, wolfofthemoon101, pantelda, nud3p1zza, esompthin, arcorona, akaishinda, everyone-loves-the-mayor, heatherhizu
Don't feel obliged to do it if you don't want to. uwu
August 8th, 2014 - I Love You, You Big Dummy
ARTIST: artmiss7
AUTHOR: mimi
August 8th, 2014 - I Love You, You Big Dummy
"Do you hear it?"
America turned around and looked, perplexed, towards a closed door.
"What? I hear nothing, sir," he replied, turning around again and facing the man who first spoke.
"It's really weird, I thought I heard a voice singing." The American nation again spared a glance in the direction his President pointed earlier, but nothing came out of the wooden door.
"I'm not sure, sir. Maybe it's just the weariness. This meeting was really tough and tiresome, so it's not surprising you could have heard strange noises." He cut off and laughed "Oh! I think I hear it, too, now!"
"Who's singing? The voice is pretty good. Why would someone sing in a conference room?" the President wondered, and leaned forward to better listen to the faint sound which came from a little room used for international meetings.
The sound was muffled, but the singer was clearly a male and a really talented one, too. Whoever was in there knew very well what he was doing because the guitar's chords were literally flawless, and the way he kept the tempo meant he wasn't a novice but an experienced artist or something similar.
"It may be a street artist who accidentally stumbled into the building and, whilst wondering around looking for the exit, got stuck in one of the rooms," America stated with a serious expression, which didn't match with his awestruck voice.
The President smiled at the childish way he explained a really unlikely theory, but said nothing.
Meanwhile the American country leaned against the door, mumbling weird hypotheses and peeking through the keyhole searching for the mysterious singer.
"America, I think it's pretty rude trying to spy on someone from a keyhole. This singer could be someone who just wants to be left alone and you're making it hard for them, I suppose."
The nation looked puzzled for a moment, but then grinned sheepish and rose slowly from his crouched position.
"Right. I didn't think about it. Well, then we should just leave," he replied calmly and walked down the hallway.
The music in the room ended and the American president sighed contentedly. It wasn't an everyday thing that America actually listened to him. Perhaps the nation was just tired as him and wanted to take a nap or eat, maybe both. Eventually he followed him and the music started again.
–
America heard the noise of the door as it opened and closed a second later.
"Hi, England!" he chirped as he was sprawled on the couch munching some chips. Noises from the television filled the quiet room of the hotel they had booked.
England moved towards the lounge and sighed at the poor condition of his boyfriend.
"America, I've been telling you not to eat on the couch. This is not your home."
The American whined several undetectable words and squirmed like a trapped bird in a cage until he was too exhausted to keep on.
Then he looked intently at England's black guitar case that he safely kept on his left shoulder, and asked "Did you play it today?"
The other man was dumbstruck for a moment, but then he warily replied, "Well, yes, I did. Why did you ask?"
"I heard you. While Mr. President and I were leaving the conference room, we heard music coming from the international room and I knew it was you. I wanted to burst in, but the President prevented me saying I would have disturbed the occupant." He chuckled and added, "He didn't know it was you."
The Englishman's cheeks went red as he stuttered some apologises. He was about to go and close himself in the bathroom for the rest of his (long-lasting) life, but he stopped suddenly as his companion spoke.
"Can you play it for me?" America lightly asked.
It took a while for England to take in the uncharacteristic demand of his boyfriend, and when he eventually did, he was astonished.
"What's with the strange request? You always barge into my room or whatever place I happen to be in just so you can noisily listen to me playing!" His tone didn't hide his suspicions. Why would America ask him now, when he never bothered in the first place?
"Can you play it?"
He was being rather impatient and it showed in his behaviour: he straightened his back and his cheeks puffed out a bit in a childish way. His cobalt blue eyes showed no mercy. America's gaze was piercing and his tone was definitive.
England sighed and slowly took out the guitar from the case. He tested and tuned it while sitting on the couch's arm as he said, grinning, "Jolly good. I'll play it, but you have to shut your mouth and listen carefully to the best music you will ever hear!"
He spared a last glance at America and after three firm taps started:
"I was so tired of being upset
Always wanting something I never could get
Life's an illusion love is a dream
But I don't know what it is 'cause
Everybody's happy nowadays
Everybody's happy nowadays."
He song with a silvery voice, with soft-spoken hints, while he drummed on the guitar strings and kept the tempo with his left foot.
The way his fingers brushed the strings of the guitar like feathers, the skilled left hand that fluently flowed on the fingerboard like a flash flood, and the mellifluous, slightly thick and low, sounds he made: America had never noticed these details.
"Life's an illusion love is the dream
But I don't know what it is
Everyone's saying things to me
But I know it's okay okay
Everybody's happy nowadays
Everybody's happy nowadays
Everybody's happy nowadays
Everybody's happy nowadays."
America had always listened to his vocal practices, he liked the way England looked so engrossed: his green eyes shone with a unknown firmness and he always let America play along with him or just let him watch.
He liked his smile the most, though.
"Life's an illusion love is a dream
Life's an illusion love is the dream
Life's the illusion love is a dream
Life's the illusion love is the dream
Everybody's happy nowadays
Everybody's happy nowadays
Todays are good."
England sparkled with happiness. America had never seen him so happy in his life. It was so pleasant to watch him play, although America didn't know why. He just loved to look at him so lively and frolicsome.
He glanced towards the Englishman as he was deeply concentrated on the song's rhythm, however by the time America shifted his eyes on him, England stared back with intense dark green eyes.
He flinched.
"Bet you are tired of being upset
Always wanting something you never can get
Life's no illusion, love's not a dream
Now I know just what it is
Everybody's happy nowadays
Everybody's happy nowadays."
With an extended sweeping motion and an allargando tempo, the music ended.
England shifted his position to better sit on the arm's sofa while putting down the guitar. He raised his face and a cocky grin crept over him.
"Well, how do you like it?" he asked, smugly.
After a silent minute a soft "Woah" escaped from the American. Then, noticing that his companion was chuckling, he added, "That was...awesome!"
"So, that's the only thing you're able to formulate after my mindblowing performance? I must have done a good job then." He grinned again, but this time in a gentle way.
"I loved it", said America.
England recoiled and stared at him with disbelief. "You sure are acting radically weird today: first you demand me to play and then show your appreciation... like that..."
America just smiled kindly. "I just really love you, that's it."
The English nation's face lit up as he leant down to approach the American squatting near him.
He pecked him and joyfully nuzzled his nose against the American's as the latter just chuckled noisily.
"Well, that's good then," he said. "Because I love you, too. You big dummy."
Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? and Would you rather live in the countryside or in the city?
Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
Ah I remember wanting to be many things at once like being a teacher, doctor, fashion designer, and even an astronaut??? (i blame barbie)
Would you rather live in the countryside or in the city?
I’d like to live in the city first then settle down in the countryside when I’m older (probably retired if I live that long?). /shot
Thanks for asking! ovo