Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.

Rule 4: Actually tell people you’ve tagged them! 

1. How old where you when you had your first crush on an actor/musician? Who was it?

When I was 13 I had a crush on Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco.

2. If you could make any fictional setting a reality which would it be and why?

Supernatural- I miss being a little kid and believing in the monster living under my bed and faeries and magic and ogres and little elves that helped make shoes. I miss getting to believe in that stuff and not being called immature or being told I have to grow up.

3. What song relates to you the most? 

New Perspective by Panic! At the Disco

4. What’s a movie that never gets old no matter how many times you watch it and why?

V for Vendetta- I love the symbolism and the storyline. Not to mention every time I watch it I notice something different.

5. What’s your favorite thing to do on the weekends? 

I really like writing music on the weekends- I'm not doing it in class and I can just write without fearing my teachers confiscating it and reading it out to the class.

6. Is there someone in your life that you just can NOT stand and why? 

My French teacher- she gives us instructions entirely in French and gets mad when we don't understand every single word she says. 

7. Here’s a Christmas question. What’s your favorite holiday tradition? 

I've always loved carving pumpkins.

8. What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to? If you haven’t been to any, what concerts do you want to go to? 

I'd really like to go to a PTX concert. 

9. If your favorite fictional character showed up on your doorstep asking if they could come in and use the phone, what would you do? 

If Bilbo Baggins showed up on my doorstep asking if he could use the phone I'd probably let him... and then ask why he needed a phone if everyone he knew lived before phones.

10. Would you rather brave a swarm of bees or wasps? Why? 

Bees- their stings hurt less and standing completely still helps not piss them off any more than they already are. One sting and done is always a plus.

11. Have you ever done the Time Warp alone in your living room or any other dance if you don’t know the Time Warp?

Honey I'm probably going to do it for Broadway Music Theatre finals.

My questions:

1: What's the one movie you can watch and no matter how many times you've seen it you still yell at the characters/cry at the saddest parts ever?

2: If you could have any skill in the world by just snapping your fingers, what would it be and why?

3: What helped you get through the hardest parts of your life(so far, but only if you're comfortable sharing)?

4: If you could meet anyone from any time, regardless of if they're dead or alive, who would it be and why?

5: Do you believe in magical creatures (ogres, dwarves, faeries, windigo, etc)?

6: If you could live in any universe, fictional or possible alternate, which one and why?

7: If you could do anything and be anything, what would you be/do?

8: Favorite book of all time and why?

9: Chocolate or vanilla?

10: If you could be anyone from anything, who would you be and why?

11: Is there anyone you absolutely couldn't live without and wouldn't give up for the world?

I was tagged by baby-impala67.

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                                          To Begin, at least...

It is a kingdom by the sea, a grassy field made for you and me, the gentle sounds of waves on the sand, the feeling of soft cotton on skin.

It is a kingdom by the sea, a time of rest for you and me, a small taste of eternal sleep, a memory to always keep-

Nathan awoke with a start. He had been having the same nightmare for weeks. He was starting to think it wasn't just a nightmare. The same dream, the same words on repeat in his head... it couldn't be just a dream anymore. He ran a hand through his hair, deciding it was time to wake up.He didn't know what time it was. He couldn't see anything. “No- no no no no no no no!” He exclaimed, his hand touching his face. He winced when it came away red. He heard someone whispering-

“It is a kingdom by the sea, a drink to be drunk by you and me, a taste of something grander, the final taste of something grander.”

He leapt out of bed and, despite the fact that he couldn't see, found the lamp next to his bed. The voice kept going, never wavering.

“But this kingdom, ever changing, can be filled with something grander, and yet is filled with painful slander, yes this kingdom by the sea.”

He covered his ears. “Please, please, stop!”

“And this kingdom, ever changing, filled with grander slander as it is, is not a kingdom, nor is it by the sea, is no more than wishful thinking for you...”

He uncovered his ears and whispered, “...and for me.”

The voice was gone. He heard his roommate, Elizabeth, come into his room. “Nate, what-” She stopped dead when she saw his face. His eyes were bleeding and open, his skin pale. He looked like he was going to faint. “Nathan, hang on, I'm going to call an ambulance-” She started, looping her arm around his waist and carefully leading him out of his room.

He shook his head. “Honestly, I'd rather you didn't. What time is it?”

“Three fifty- I'll take you in my car then. You're not going back to bed... If you could see yourself, Nate, you wouldn't be arguing with me.” Elizabeth sat him down in a chair.

She grabbed a paper towel and gently dabbed the blood off his cheeks. Nathan kept trying to get up. “I'm fine- this is all a nightmare, I know it is, I heard her, Beth, I heard her voice again. She wants something from me.” He sounded like he was crying.

“Nathan, she's been dead for months- you have to let her go. You know what the-”

“Doctor said about grief? Yes, I know.” He was shaking.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back gently. “You know she's not angry. The only reason you keep hearing her voice is because you choose to keep her death as a sin in your heart. You have to let her go. She doesn't want anything from you but to be set free.” She spoke calmly.

The school’s baseball uniform was a method of torture. Samandriel had decided this around the start of the season, when he would look out from the football field and see Castiel and the baseball team out on the diamond for their own practice. Their high school had a football team, but baseball was the sport. The cheerleading squad was more there to win cheer competitions than it was to build morale and hype for their team.

What he hated most was that three times a week the baseball team was actually up on the track around the football field running laps. How exactly was he supposed to concentrate on not kicking Inias in the face during his flip when Castiel was running around shirtless and sweaty and gorgeous? Castiel was perfect. He was intelligent, tough and above all: kind. He wasn’t the type of guy to make fun of male cheerleaders and he and his friend Dean had done well to make sure no one else on their team did either. Perks of being co-captains he supposed.

Occasionally Castiel would look his way when he was stretching and smile widely to him, giving a small wave to top it off. Having the other teen's eyes and attention on him always made his skin feel tight.

Halfway through the season Castiel found him after practice, striding up with a confident smile. He leaned in close to the smaller teen like he was confiding a great secret. Long fingers plucked at the front of his cheer uniform’s shirt.

"Why don’t I take you home, Samandriel? We can talk, get to know each other." Before he replied Castiel smirked lewdly. "You can also put on a pretty skirt to match your pompoms."

Castiel had barely taken off his plate armor, the air between them smelling like sweat, blood and oil. Chainmail clinked against itself with every thrust, the steel heavy where it was draped over his thighs after Cas rucked it up. How Castiel could move so swiftly in battle while wearing so much was beyond him. He pulled the crown prince’s hair and stole a kiss, delighting as Castiel growled and thrust up sharply, callouses on his palms scraping against Samandriel’s smooth ass.

Samandriel broke the kiss just enough to whisper into the larger man’s mouth. “My King.”