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@empath006​ asked; 🌅 🎥 🎼 🎶

What’s your favorite season/weather?

My favorite would have to be fall by far. I love the colors that come out during fall, the cold mornings and nights where I can cozy up with a blanket and my husband. Not to mention my wedding anniversary is during fall.. So you know. Added bonus. 

What’s your favorite tv show/movie?

TV show would have to be between three shows; Dollhouse, The Unit and Person of Interest. Each of them are amazing in my book and are all worth several re-watches. As far as movies, it would have to be Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

What’s your favorite song? @kira--romanova​ also asked this question. 

My favorite song is wait for it from Hamilton, it has so much meaning to me in life and every time I hear it, I cry. 

Who’s your favorite singer/band/music producer?

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know." Lucy said quickly, tracing her glass. "Sometimes things are better unknown." She remarked, giving the other an uneasy smile. "If I knew half of what I do now, I think I would have bolted a long time ago." She waved her hand as if to clear the air. "Anyways, you were saying?" 

"Is that a hypothetical question?"

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Henry isn’t easily disturbed.  With all he’s seen and all he’s endured, it’s very difficult to worm one’s way beneath his skin in any meaningful context.  However, getting under one’s skin in a meaningful context is 002’s very speciality, and Henry is unashamed to admit that he’d awoken from his impromptu nap frightened.

                                                            ❝ No, I… ❞   Huff, huff.  ❝ It was just a dream. ❞

002 has tried to invade his mind before–  he’d felt that psychic  shift,  like ghostly fingers raking across the surface of his brain–   but the resistance he’d put up with the use of his own abilities had ultimately rendered the efforts useless.  With no means of entering Henry’s psyche properly, Vecna’s cruel interest had shifted to his friends.  Family.  Nancy.

And yet when Henry is vulnerable, sleeping…  things slip through the cracks.  Visions.  Feelings.  The idea of his beloved so badly contorted that she’s hardly recognisable.  He can’t keep existing like this;  at some point, he’s going to have to jump the gun and  kill  him.

      With his voice now even, terror forced into submission:  ❝ ... it was just a dream. ❞

He's stood just out of the doorway, knowing very well he could not enter unless she gave him permission. "Are you going to let me in?" He asked in a charming tone, a smile tugging at his handsome features. "You could say I'm old fashioned, I perfer to be allowed enterence," Sebastian lied easily, his smile never faltering.