i don’t do ask memes usually but i did one for michael anomalings almostnowhere (˶♡◡‿◡)
okay i don’t want to be mean to OP but. this is like the worst-designed bingo card i’ve ever seen in my life. look how many of those rows and columns are straight-up impossible to apply to the same character regardless of your opinions on them! even the ones that can technically work, you gotta be like, completely lost in the sauce of your fanon interpretation of a wildly vriska’d up meow meow.
did OP wake up and choose violence? was this deliberately engineered to deny bingos to people???
I’d interpreted the bingo card as “ask meme where people send you characters, you mark off the single best-fitting square for that character, and if you’re lucky enough and get enough asks you get a bingo”.
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#reply via reblog #ask memes #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what
Like many creatures, I compulsively groom when stressed. Occasionally, this manifests as picking at blackheads (usually when there’s a mirror handy, since it’s hard for me to tell by feel what’s going on with blackheads). Mostly, though, it’s eyebrow trichotillomania.
(I’ve been making a mild effort to do that less and a moderate effort to spread it out more evenly, so the bald patches are growing back now. Still very much looking forward to this class finally being over. Let’s just say the list of prerequisite courses should have been longer than it was.)
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#I’ve been taking two courses at a time but I finished the other one over a month ago #as it was only a very reasonable difficulty level #adventures in University Land #self harm cw? #ask meme #tales from the askbox #I try not to dwell on school woes much here #but it was what I could come up with
I’m mildly music-colour synesthetic. Associative, not projective: most of this song, for example, sounds blue without actually being, in any visual way, blue.
(I might be a bit number-colour synesthetic, too, but it’s very subtle and I usually don’t notice.)
Note:@ilzolende thought I proposed that we deal with the first-degree ask bug by having the OP write their answer in a reblog rather than the “”actual”” answer section. I never actually said that*, but I think I like it, so I’m going to try adopting it. (I will be tagging these “”actual”” answers “zeroth degree asks”, for ease of blacklisting if they start cluttering up the dashboard.)
Relatedly, this is the first image ever associated with Brin, which my current icon deliberately echoes:
(holy crap, why is this picture so hard to find, it should not be this difficult)
(okay, got it; accidentally ran into an old argument along the way, but I got out of there without having to relive it too much)
(It’s one of the Typepad default commenter icons. If the commenter doesn’t override their icon, Typepad assigns them one: the assignment is random, but consistent between posts by the same person.)
imagine if everyone you interacted with online had a physical body that housed their conscious mind, would that be fucked up or what
I often forget this. It’s weird that people I meet online are annoyingly human. I expect them to be spheres of energy or something.
Ask meme! Send something describing what I look like irl.
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#I know right it’s weird #also #ask meme #(I can’t verbalise the form-representations of people in my head) #(but if you can I would be interested in hearing mine)
These days, showers. Baths were nice as a kid, but they lose a lot of their appeal when you grow too tall to float in the bathtub.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
I’m actually in the middle of eating my typical breakfast right now. It’s a single-serving peach yogurt cup. I eat a fruit yogurt cup for every non-Passover breakfast I spend at home (which is nearly all of them; about the only occasions I leave home before noon are exams, travelling, and the occasional unusually-early field trip). (Breakfasts away from home are a (carefully checked for freshness) peanut butter granola bar, or a cup of orange juice if I’m in a hotel that serves breakfast. Passover breakfasts early on are leftover charoset. Later in the week it’s often a piece of fruit, but a large part of what I get out of keeping Passover is taking a break from culinary routines, so anything goes, really.)
I like all of the Beatrice fruit yogurt flavours to one extent or another, but there’s a definite hierarchy of “buy this type only if the store is out of the higher-ranked types”. (The hierarchy changes every so often: currently it’s peach–>strawberry–>raspberry–>blueberry, but I’m thinking of switching strawberry and peach.)
(I can’t do big, rich breakfasts. My stomach wakes up very slowly: it takes 2 – 3 hours after I wake up before I can even eat the yogurt. If I’m in a situation where I have to conform to someone else’s schedule, I can get it down to 1 – 1.5 hours in a pinch, but it’s not fun.)
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#growing too tall to float in the bathtub was the beginning of the Dark Times #it was hard to find anything else that soothing and that readily available #tales from the askbox #ask meme #food #nevermindbinarity
My first reaction is “????“ and my second is “for starters, someone I’m not scared of”. Over the past year or so, I’ve been learning that perhaps this is not as exacting a standard as I once thought.
36. Favorite clean word?
Meridian. It has such a nice flow to it.
42. Are you a good judge of character?
My gut is a paranoid wreck. Intellectually, I don’t know.
63. Biggest Fear?
Hmm. I’m not sure. *digs through brain* Well, I don’t think I would call that the biggest fear, and lately it’s turned out that that one wasn’t quite a fear per se at all…
Memory of seven-year-old self: *gives me a Look*
…oh, of course, you’re right. It could never have been anything else.
Death, specifically my own.
(You can tell how good I’ve gotten at suppressing it by the first paragraph of this response. Even now, as I type this, I am careful not to think too hard about what I’m saying. It is a hard-won skill, honed through sheer self-preserving necessity for a decade and a half, and it is still best to avoid straining the limits when possible.)
I have additional questions about 63, but I will refrain from asking them out of concern for said limits.
Some of your questions may be answered by reading this post.
(Given the circles you travel in, it’s fairly likely that you’ve already read that post, but since you didn’t know me at the time you wouldn’t have filed away that it was me who wrote it.)
My first reaction is “????“ and my second is “for starters, someone I’m not scared of”. Over the past year or so, I’ve been learning that perhaps this is not as exacting a standard as I once thought.
36. Favorite clean word?
Meridian. It has such a nice flow to it.
42. Are you a good judge of character?
My gut is a paranoid wreck. Intellectually, I don’t know.
63. Biggest Fear?
Hmm. I’m not sure. *digs through brain* Well, I don’t think I would call that the biggest fear, and lately it’s turned out that that one wasn’t quite a fear per se at all…
Memory of seven-year-old self: *gives me a Look*
…oh, of course, you’re right. It could never have been anything else.
Death, specifically my own.
(You can tell how good I’ve gotten at suppressing it by the first paragraph of this response. Even now, as I type this, I am careful not to think too hard about what I’m saying. It is a hard-won skill, honed through sheer self-preserving necessity for a decade and a half, and it is still best to avoid straining the limits when possible.)
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#tales from the askbox #ask meme #oddly this skill *doesn’t* extend to a general capacity for doublethink #I have to learn it all over again for each new thing I try to suppress #(but the price of failure is never *quite* so high) #death tw #sdhs-rationalist
Brinens and Things 