#84 years later...

Julie paused, her face flushing ever so slightly as she looked up at Elena, a small smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “Thanks.” She said finally, reaching out to tuck hair out of Elena’s face without thinking about it. “You have pretty eyes too.” She admitted, Julie was always a sucker for brown eyes and eyes were one of the biggest things that lured her in. Finally realizing what she was doing she pulled her hand back, letting out a soft laugh. “Sorry… Old habit.”

" WELL, GOSH, LOOK AT YOU, LITTLE MISS POPULAR! " agatha has in her hands two reasonably sized bags of ice: always just the right prop for the circumstance, that's agnes. she's peering past wanda into her full-up living room, teeming with townies. " i heard you were having a bit of a drink-related emergency. guess my invite got lost in the mail ... unless ralph ate it. he does that sometimes, god love him ... anyway, d'you mind? these are hea-vy! "

C, L, E, X, and A lol

C:  How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I know what you did here, but you forgot to add the fic. Ha. \o/

L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

Anything harrianthe is always tricky. Because they are so dysfunctional, but also good for each other?

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Lexa in "Yours" is me before therapy.

X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading?  Are you a voracious reader?  Do you carefully pick and choose?  Something in between? Not voracious for fics, though, I read more published books lately. I'm picky after years and years of tolerating bad quality fics. Searching based on kudos makes me nauseous. When I find a decent writer, I read everything they have to offer and I hope they have a good selection of bookmarks, and that's kinda how I find fics lately. Unless you all have good fic recs?

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

2. do you have any oddly specific love languages?

1. whats your favorite thing to rant/ramble about?

1 ~ I have ADHD so I can go off on a tangent at the drop of a hat about anything or everything. 😂 Usually involving some random detail that comes to mind which snowballs. Like today I was talking to my mama and I thought of this tiktok I saw about beavers and spent the next like 20 mins spewing random animal facts.

2 ~ I love buying or making things for people. Like, that's my #1 love language, if I can purchase something for you. Which is HILARIOUS considering my financial situation.

32 ~ My anxiety is so bad and I never learned how to emotionally regulate so I get flustered and overwhelmed very easily and if I feel like I'm being attacked, I can't defend myself with words so I avoid/walk away. I still bite my nails and don't like sharing my loved ones.

What’s your favorite part of the day?

Who do you like spending time with the most? Why?

Would you rather have a kingdom in the clouds, forest or underwater?

What’s your favorite part of the day?

Night.

Who do you like spending time with the most? Why?

My mama. Just being around her is comforting.

Would you rather have a kingdom in the clouds, forest or underwater?

The forest. I like my feet on the ground, trees are beautiful and good for hiding, and I can't swim.

Forgive this late ass response, Riv. 💜

Darjeeling: What languages do you speak?

Sadly, only English. I've made attempts to learn others but with my ADHD...😓

Ice tea: Do you miss somebody? Why?

Yes, my friend Di. Her boyfriend cut ties between us and since she's in another country, I can't contact her. It makes me sad because I love her and feel like she was a kindred spirit in a way. 😔

Blueberry-Muffin tea: Tell me a memory, which makes you smile.

There's a picture we have of me, my lil sister Whitney, and my mama that I love. I was about 7/8 and my sister 4. The picture was taken in front of Interfaith, which was a women's shelter we lived in for a year then my mama worked there for several years after.

My sister is wearing a shirt and shorts while playing with a doll. This stands out a bit because Mama and I are dressed up. See, originally, Whit had on a beautiful, frilly dress. About 15 mins before the photographer was due, Whit got into Mama's makeup and got a spanking. Mama had to scramble to find a replacement outfit for her to wear and I found her the doll so she would stop crying. The reason Mama was a bit stressed about what we wore was because this picture was going into the newspaper along with the art that Mama had drawn of Interfaith. So it was kind of a big deal. 😂

His back hits the floor with a dull thud, and he can envision the blooming patches of black and blue across his shoulders. A wince, barely concealed, flashes across his face. When he looks up into those eyes, he can see the anger in them. That anger is true and fierce -- though Takeshi has no idea what he’s done to earn it.