weird asks

fyeahaskmemes:

  1. Where do you stand on lotion: yay or nay? Why?
  2. What’s the average length of a shower for you? A bath?
  3. What’s something you regret buying, but you just can’t get rid of it?
  4. What villain do you believe is most worthy of a redemption arc?
  5. What was your favorite school project you ever made?
  6. What role do you take on when you have to do a group project? (for example: leader, delegator, slacker, etc.)
  7. What’s a funny mistake you’ve made recently?
  8. What would be your reaction if one of your parents said they were having another kid?
  9. What were you almost named as a baby?
  10. What book have you been avoiding reading and why?
  11. Favorite head phone brand?
  12. Favorite scent?
  13. Favorite idiom?
  14. How many friends do you have that don’t live in the same country as you?
  15. What is always in your wallet that doesn’t need to be?
  16. How big is too big for a wallet?
  17. What class did you write the best notes in? What grade did you get?
  18. What was your pet peeve when you had a substitute teacher in school?
  19.  What is a strange red flag you have when pursuing a relationship?
  20. What do you look for in someone’s online dating profile?
  21. How many people have you thought “Glad I don’t have to interact with them ever again” about?
  22. What do you NOT want on your tombstone?
  23. How many couches do you want in your residence?
  24. What is the strangest website you have bookmarked?
  25. What is your typical number of windows/tabs open on your computer?
  26. How often do you restart your computer? Your phone?
  27. Do you follow the expiration date on food?
  28. What is the coolest name that you would never name a real human child?
  29. What fish scares you the most?
  30. How do you feel about snails?

rcdpyro:

oldboyjensrps‌:

As Pyro grabbed her hand, Messenger instinctively wiggled her fingers a bunch before shifting so they were holding hands. Aw yeah. Hand holding. In her foggy state it felt like a major accomplishment of some sort. She gave her companion’s hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. At least, she tried to. Her motor skills were still iffy.

“Mrmph?” 

It took her a long moment of processing to parse what Pyro was saying, and while she did Messenger started working to try and undo her own gag. Her hands couldn’t reach but… yeah there was snaggy bit of the inside of the door. She rubber her cheek against it- scraping it up painfully, but she managed eventually to catch the fabric. After a long few minutes of desperate, apologetic, wriggling and head jerking, Messenger managed to pull the gag down over her bottom lip.

“Sorry bout that,” she whispered as softly as possible, glad to find her vocal chords working despite an intensely dry mouth, “People call me the Messenger, and I would love to say yes, but uh, no. Are you? Did they hurt you?” 

Messenger.

Through the fog of their concussion and favoured narcotic, they managed to find a meaning for the name.

* Messenger, like one of the old lady’s TV people?

The words were mumbled, but Pyro took care in speaking slow and clear enough for them to be coherent. The Teufort Nine had known them long enough to make sense of at least ninety percent of their mumbles, but this poor sod wasn’t one of the fortunate few. 

Pyro offerd an affirming grunt in response to Messenger’s question, their head still swimming from the blow and the movement of the car. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t enough to warrant concern just yet – perhaps when ( or rather if ) they got back to base they’d have Medic check them out. They set about moving then, despite the pain, wiggling about in order to free their hands from behind their back. The whole manouver took longer than hoped, however after a good few minutes of cussing and grunting their hands are before them. 

* Do you know who has us?

It takes Messenger a while to process the muffled talk, but she manages to get the gist.

“Sort of, but I do more than tvs. Those poor bastards are grunts. Not that…I’m not a grunt. I’m a… I guess a grunt plus? Slightly less expendable?”

She was impressed by their ability to get their hands in front and struggled again against the ropes on her wrists. Nothing. Her legs were hurting a whole lot now.

Again it took her a minute to process and respond.

“Uh, I’m not sure. I’d guess on location alone it might be the Spaniard Iglesia’s cronies. He’s a dick. Descended from some conquistador line or whatever- he claims. But I could be really wrong.”