#weisscold

First impression:

[2015-01-07 1:39:08 PM] candy cane fisting: you get a gold star that says ‘nice job u memer’

Truth is:

the truth is that it is you who is the memer.

How old do you look:

ur like 5 lmao

Have you ever made me laugh:

hell yeah

Have you ever made me mad:

nah brah

Best feature:

your murder face

Have I ever had a crush on you:

ur like 5 lmao

You’re my:

torture victim

Name in my phone:

i dont have ur phone number

Should you post this too?

that one thing we’re working on

our gay characters in that one thing

your facial expressions that soundlessly scream “IT’S MURDER TIME”

uhh fuck. um. music. yeah. that’s a thing. mostly pop punk and shit. especially acoustic versions of pop punk songs.

You can tell a lot about a person from the music they listen to. Put your music device on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that play without skipping. Tag some people afterwards.

My phone is always on shuffle so let's do this. 

Tagged by randomfandomgirl.

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!

Interesting fact about the Myers-Brigg Test. I've done it several times and gotten different results. The last time I did one of the tests my friend recommended I got this:  

17% INFJ  || 15% INFP || 14% ISFJ || 14% ISFP || 13% INTP

So I'm doing this in parts and tagging 5 new people each time, let's see how this turns out.

"someone should buy dynasty a camoflage sweater so she can hunt for the d"

Thank you so much.

It really was a wonder how he was able to stomach all that sugar.

Aside five plus scoops of it in his tea, none of their get-togethers went unaccompanied by some sort of cake or candy. Where Sharon was careful to level off her intake just enough that the pastries would complement it, Break stabbed a fork into every vulnerable sweet on the table. (Did he even taste them? She can’t tell when he shovels another bite into his mouth. He was one for holding a poker face for “his most important missions,” but this was just ridiculous...!) There were less than five between the both of them by this point.

Defensive eating, maybe. She didn’t know if it was worth being offended over.

“Break,” she addresses him, soft. “Perhaps you’d like to...drink the rest of your tea without any cake?”

Oddly enough, he’s obedient to that. The piece hovering over his mouth descends back to the plate it formerly sat on, and with the assistance of his index finger he slid it off his fork. Surprise fills her face at his compliance to her request, but is lost just as quickly as he reaches to grab a handful of hard candies, consuming those in the cake’s stead.

Loopholes.

“Really, Break,” she puffs, arms sternly folded in her lap. “Candies are the sweetest thing at this table, why would you want that with your tea?”

“I must disagree, Milady Sharon,” he says, popping the piece in his mouth. He isn’t fazed. “It’s certainly not the sweetest thing at this table.”

“The cake, then.”

“Try again~!”

Sharon’s taken aback by the inconsistency of her answers. That...wasn’t exactly where she expected to be mistaken in this game of his. There was no doubt in her mind though, that it was another one of his riddles. The number of items on the table was already limited, what else could he have meant? Confused, she eyed the utensils, napkins, and stupidly enough, the table cloth. The flowers even, maybe.

“...The sugar...?”

He doesn’t acknowledge her answer this time. Instead, he gazes her from across the table, his head balanced precariously atop the palm of his hand. There’s a sly smirk on his face, and for a moment, she’s convinced maybe there was something hiding behind once of the saucers or plates that she was missing. Breaking eye contact, she scanned the area of their table, but no, no other item in their presence made sense in his evident brainteaser.

She raises her eyes to meet his again, but his expression hasn’t changed. If anything, that knowing smile widened even more.

When the implication of his words comes through to her, her cheeks flare up instantaneously. She nearly drops the cup when she brings it to her lips, attempting to hide behind the petite china receptacle.