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so I was tagged by the amazing @rooftopstudies! hehe thanks for tagging me!!!

rules: always post the rules, answer 11 questions, then make up 11 more and tag 11 people shit i’m so bad at creating these wow

i tag: @bujowithmere, @mildlineurs, @mart-studies, @medicalena

questions from @rooftopstudies

If you could have any superpower, what would it be? hmmm. probably something really basic like shapeshifting or something. though my aunt did say a good one would be the power of persuasion because then you could change the world so maybe something like that?

What’s your favorite flower? tiger lilies!!!

What’s your dream job? professor of organic chemistry ?? idk really. that’s what i’m on track for but i think my dream job would be like a secret service agent or something.

Ocean or space? can i pick both??? i adore the ocean, the water is my home, but i also love space???

What’s your aesthetic? riding bicyclyes in the country, flowers hanging from the top of the porch, lawn chairs in the vast garden, small cottage in the middle of nowhere, ocean breeze, waves crashing in the distance -- basically a small cottage in northern france isolated but close to the ocean where i could just be by myself haha.

Favorite ice cream flavor? i can’t eat ice cream but i do love the ben&jerry’s lactose-free version of their cherry garcia. 

Favorite book? the secret history by donna tartt

Favorite type of rock? ummmmmmmm maybe like limestone??? that’s the state rock where i live.

If you only had 24 hours to live, how would you spend your day? i would probably spend it with my family and my boyfriend.

If you could become any animal which would it want to be? dolphin or dog.

What do you want to study or become after high school and why? well i’m on track to become a professor of organic chemistry haha and i’m studying organic chemistry to get there so yeah. as for why, i think that i always knew i wanted to do chemistry (both of my parents were/are organic chemists) so it’s in my blood.

my questions

favorite music genre (+ any recommendations)?

one food you could eat for the rest of your life?

hobbies?

favorite summer drink?

favorite piece of clothing?

favorite name for a child (boy/girl)?

favorite movie (or top 5 if you can’t think of a fave)?

a tattoo you would get (if you would want to get one)?

dream university to study at?

favorite condiment?

“Why does everyone assume that it’s my fault?” Arya said indignantly. She collapsed onto the sofa that Sansa had in her apartment. It was resplendently clean- quite the opposite of anything Arya owned. Her own room was cluttered with books, records, blanket, skateboards, and half empty spray paint cans. Not to mention the fur that Nymeria managed to spread to every corner. The chalk wall (which incidentally was Sansa’s idea) was constantly having equations thought out in chicken scratch handwriting and reworked until they were perfectly balanced. However, that left chalk and eraser littered about the floor near the work space. Sansa’s place seemed to have everything in order. Probably because her swanky job kept her out at all hours. There was no time left over for her to actually occupy her living space. Then again, Sansa and Arya had always been opposites, and quite often ended up at each other’s throats because of it. But that’s the nature of sisters. Especially those as different as the sun and the moon. It had been better since Sansa had moved out, but now it seemed like she was too busy for any of the family. Momentarily, she worried that she might stain the furniture merely by sitting on it. Paint still clung to her fingers from her morning activities, and her knee had only just scabbed over from her wipe out that morning. “I didn’t do anything wrong- at least not this time. I mean if was dad who got arrest. Why can’t we just focus on that?”

              There was this girl with silver hair and gentle gaze, standing dangerously close while handing back a dynamite one of the gang members installed not far.  They had a job – to blow up part of a road where a certain payload would pass very soon. It wasn’t a really big thing, thankfully, yet to see some stranger just to appear with the bomb deactivated so easily like that……

This was a good reason the Deadlock much preferred do important jobs herself.

                           ‘ Well…. ‘  slowly, turning around while extending a hand to grab the bomb this other woman just did the favor to bring back, a very intimidating riffle was put up to rest on her own shoulder as a very… friendly warning.   ‘ Are you expecting me t’ thank ya, kiddo?  You know that this WAS supposed to hurt people. ‘    a very tranquil voice tone, crimson lips turning upwards as a very fiery gaze pondered about this girl.  She sure was something, to just deactivate a bomb like that and come directly to talk her thoughts up.  Elizabeth kinda… admired how fierce she was.   ‘ But this is nothing I can’t fix myself now, since you made me a favor to bring my bomb back.  Maybe I should demonstrate how it works. ‘

So Ryuji was in my dream. At the start there were 4 people. There was a guy driving the car, a girl that was maybe his wife/girlfriend.... I can’t remember much about her but my head is saying she had Mikoto like vibes. Then there was Ryuji and I in the back seats, with her. He dropped her off somewhere though-- and then he drove himself to work.

                                                                           Drown everything out.