#‘i’m an adult i dont need you to help me move’

[ghoulfr13nd]

anyway yall please interact more with your own grief and the grief of others. it’s difficult and it’s messy but it’s terribly vital to your humanity.

[tencrushesperday]

dont know if you take request or what not but i would die for a 7 minutes in heaven with mrempes. whole size kink and all just being trapped in a closet with him during a house party visibly knowing all the girls want him but he chooses you.

warnings : suggestive language (i guess?)

i think im better at writing angst and sad stuff (got a lot of experience to take inspo from lol)

“You”, Matt said pointed in your direction. You hated playing this game until he had picked you. He stood up from his armchair, the girl that was perched on the arm rest almost falling down but he paid her no mind. His eyes were set on you and it set your body on fire.

You grabbed the hand he was extending you to help lift yourself up from your spot on the couch and followed him to the closet. Who knew playing 7 minutes in heaven as adults would be this fun.

You had been a regular at the Lake House since your teenage years. Your parents owned a house down the street so when the Hughes boys would throw a party during the summer or go out on the lake you would attend and bring some new girls that were in town for the summer each year. You had also met their college friends and teammates throughout the years.

However this was the first year that Matt Rempe had come. You heard that Ethan Edwards, a friend of Luke’s had brought him along. You had made a mental note the first time you saw the guy to thank Edwards because boy was he something. Tall, big, a pile of muscle that could throw you around like a rag doll. Overall, your type.

He opened the door and let you into the closet first. A gentleman too. You gave him a smirk and went in. He followed and tried closing the door behind him but he was too big. He was mumbling apologies as he tried to close it again but failing.

You grab his shirt and pressed him to your body. The door closed now.

You had to crank your neck all the way up to look at him. Was that blush on his cheeks? It seemed he had looked at you with determination earlier but maybe you have misinterpreted his gaze.

“We can just talk if you want to.” he was avoiding your gaze.

“Oh don’t go all shy on me now big boy.” you said with a chuckle. His eyes drifted to you finally. His gaze was intense. You felt so small under it. And naked. Not like you were very dressed with just your bikini top and jean shorts.

Even those felt like too much when he was looking at you that way, towering over you.

His left hand slowly traveled from the uncomfortable position on the shelf behind you to your cheek. So he just needed encouragement. How sweet. “Are you always this cocky?” Amusement laced his voice which made your lip tug upward in turn.

“I’m worse usually”

His other hand moved to your hip, his touch burning hotter than the summer sun. His fingers spread on your back and he pulled you closer to him. “Is this okay?” his voice so low, you felt it in your core. You hummed in response. “Lost your voice already baby?”

To show him you were still in control, your other arm, that wasn’t grabbing his shirt, reached up to his neck and dragged him down. Your lips hovered over his, teasing. He wanted to take it slow? Why not make it as painful as possible.

He exhaled heavily then closed the distance between you two. The kiss was heated and heavy and his tongue slipped into your mouth right away.

Might as well make the best of the 7 minutes.

Your hand reached under his shirt, his toned abs feeling hard as rock. You were holding onto his waistband and eager to get to more exploring. His own hand traveled lower from your back then he nudged your thigh to jump.

Leaving your explorations for later, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. The very few times you pulled apart was to get into a better position in the small space.

The 7 minutes were coming to an end and you remembered where you were when you heard footsteps outside the door. You slid down from Matt’s grip. When your feet touched the ground, your legs were slightly wobbly from the state he had felt you in. Your head was spinning and you just knew you needed more of him.

“We are not done.” he whispered in your ear when the door opened. Your voice was failing you so you nodded.

You went back to your seat on the couch and were stealing glances to Matt until the end of the game. Once this game was done, you knew you were going to follow him into the nearest available room.

[compassionatereminders]

Hi! I wanted to answer the anon who was asking about what ADHD meds do & don’t help with as someone who was late-diagnosed and started meds this year. However, the effect of ADHD meds and even experience of ADHD itself varies heavily from person to person, so do keep that in mind!

DO:

- Actually hearing and retaining what people are saying. I was never able to fully experience a college lecture without panic because of only hearing bits and bobs of the lecture, going in one ear and out the other. I can truly focus and actually respond to what people are saying in a single line of thought without desperately trying to stimulate myself as much as possible to maybe get 1/2 of the detail to stick in my brain.

- Time blindness!! At first starting meds it felt like the day went for 500 years. I felt so much slower and mentally calmer, and I was able to complete “simple” tasks in under 15-20 minutes that could normally take me up to 3 hours due to distractions.

- Memory! Off my meds I have an enormously hard time remembering anything I’m trying to accomplish. I bounce from task to task without ever finishing it. On meds I’m able to think “I need to do laundry” and I just. Do the fucking laundry. It’s magical and I’ve cried more than once thinking about how much I’ve spent my life thinking I’m stupid or lazy for not being able to “just do the thing” like everyone else.

- Shutting down/fearful procrastination— I would be stuck doing nothing for days and days because I would want to do a task so badly but overly think about it and essentially paralyze myself in the decision making/getting started process. When I’m on my meds I can just do the fucking thing! Even if I don’t really feel like it! When before I practically had to have the exact perfect circumstance and could never create them, I can just plop myself somewhere and do the fucking thing. Just like I’ve been told all my life— “Even if you don’t want to, do it anyways” except now I have the actual ability to do that like everyone else. Before it was like everyone else was telling me to turn on a light, but I had no switch.

DON’T:

- Help with hyperfixation. Sometimes I can fixate even worse when I’m on my meds, just because my mind is so single stream that I’m able to do things for even more excessive periods. I burn myself out accidentally a lot quicker if I don’t provide myself with manual distractions to take breaks from daily/academic tasks.

- Immediately fix you. It was hard to start meds because I had to unlearn a lot of habits I had developed to cope with my undiagnosed ADHD— such as constantly moving, stimulating myself, having candy, etc. Just because the day became longer didn’t mean my time management became awesome either. I’m still working on tools that help ADHD with my meds!

- Not really a don’t but more so an unexpected side effect was becoming very intensely angry or upset when the medicine wears off. I struggle with emotional dysfunction already but the anger was so severe and I didn’t know that ADHD meds wearing off can cause that.

- Work 100% all of the time. Some days things like stress, poor sleep, poor diet, etc, can alter the way the same dose of meds works for you. Especially if you are nicotine dependent or a regular caffeine consumer, the way your meds work can change on a day by day basis. Some days I feel like the meds aren’t working at all, but more often than not there’s still a difference between myself being unmedicated and medicated.

- Instantly make you better at studying/task completion. Apparently having ADHD for years made me so extremely avoidant of many things that I just don’t have the skill set to do them well yet. Like studying, for example. I still struggle with extreme perfectionism that impedes me outside of ADHD paralysis.

- I’m gonna say it twice but they DONT FIX YOU ON THEIR OWN. Yes, they make your life fucking way better than before especially if you’re an adult with undiagnosed ADHD, but you have to learn how to use tools and learn skills to support yourself for the medication to help you to the max capability! I will definitely say that being on meds helped overhaul my mindset when I’m off meds and improved my perception of myself, but again, the meds can only get me so far!

I hope this helped anon!!!

Thank you for taking the time to share this! I hope anon sees it 💕

[mjalti]

How do I endure “tough love” from my Albanian parents when I’m so sensitive? I don’t even know if it’s tough love or what, but they constantly justify their behavior because “they’re Albanian” and I just feel like it’s definitely not an Albanian thing but maybe I’m ignorant. I feel enmeshed with them too and find it hard to feel like my own person which makes it hard to gain independence

I hear you pookie. it’s really hard. i dont know what will help you but what has helped me give it context is knowing that my parents were always in fight-or-flight mode. In their minds, if you aren’t dead then you are 100x better than they were. We were put in situations where the parents of the people around us have had generations to solve, resolve, address the issues that occur in EVERY family in EVERY country in EVERY generation. For albanians, the communism thing kind of gives it a different spin; but essentially survival is the name of the game for them.

personally, i see them as people on fire. when someone is on fire, they’re not worried about feelings, impact, etc. they’re worried about the fire getting put out. so they act accordingly, they scream they run they are hectic. I see the fire around them and then I see the scars that the fire has left on them. I pretend my parent/s had undiagnosed mental illnesses and then i imagine them as 5 year olds with dreams. I imagine them at 5 years old being told the same thing by their parents. I try to send as much love as i can in heart to them but not to excuse the current behavior—my goal is merely understanding. From the understanding comes letting go of it and becoming a version of myself as an adult that the 5 year old version of my parents needed when they were getting put in these insane situations in life. Independence is going to hurt, especially as a female, but you don’t move forward in life by staying still—staying still is what our parents did to survive and it almost ate them whole entirely.

[chunkymamatam]

hello good day i hope you dont mind me asking but can you tell me some stories about ace and deuce? i am trying to shift to twst and need some motivation :) but only if you want to i dont want to bother you or anything

Sure! Remember this is an actual college and everyone is of adult age in my DR

Another disclaimer the main story happens so fucking fast and in quick succession that most of these are just from that.

Let me tell you about the first time I met Ace first cuz this bitch tried to pull that bs that he did in the game where he was like “being nice” but he was actually being a dick.

I’m just trying to do my job(I actually like cleaning) and get a handle on Grim’s ridiculous ass and this man starts explaining the 7 and I’m like “nah I know who they are. They’re a little different where I come from” I explain their villainy and I had this man fighting for his life defending the seven it was hilarious. I had Grim by the scruff so he didn’t run but then ace started disrespecting my boy and calling him a weasel and at that point I was like “fuck you” and let Grim have at him. I said no fire and this damn cat throws fire at him anyway. Smh burnt the statue then Crowley’s bitch ass comes in

“Control your familiar” HES NOT MY FAMILIAR HOE

Then he wanted to ask what happened, I explained, Ace called me a narc I called him a dumb bitch and let him know that this wouldn’t have happened if he had just idk controlled himself and not have tried to bully me. I don’t fuck with bullies like that and I’ll beat your ass. Nah the way this man was side eyeing tf out of me everytime he caught sight of me is CRAZY LMFAO classes end and this man tries to ditch his punishment then Grim runs off to try and ditch our job after we find Ace. I can’t fucking stand penis havers I stg because wtf was that bro.

Then this bitch tries to get a bribe out of me BITCH IF YOU DONT HELP ME CATCH HIM WELL BOTH BE KICKED OUT .

After I said that all of a sudden he wanted to move. That’s right bitch. Haul ass NYOW. Nah and then Ace slams right into Deuce and one thing led to another and now the chandler is shattered. This mf and his god damn cauldrons. Crowley comes, threatens us they beg for their spot and I’m prepping to remind him that I’m going to the proper authorities and telling them he snatched me tf up out another universe and he’s like “well get the magestone and you can stay.”

I hate him so much. Nah and the whole way to the cave was just ugly looks and silence you could cut with a knife. Then when we get there and get in the cave Deuce was bitching Ace out and tried to drag me into it so I chimed in that I was just trying to do my job and Ace started being a cunt. Deuce looked so pissed and shrieked at him that

“YOU MEAN IM ABOUG TO BE SUSPENDED BECAUSE YOU COULDNT JUST LEAVE HER ALONE????”

Lmfao then the monster comes and we run. We ended up using the same plan as the one from the game and we were so giddy on the way back. Nothing like killing an overblot creature and stealing its shiny magic rock to bring a group together right? lol

We show it to Crowley get dismissed back to our dorms and I get woken up by a knock on my door. Who is it other than Ace. Now I knew this would happen and he’d show up but I was still annoyed.

My PJs consist of underwear and the hoodie I got there in when he shows up. Now this is important cuz that’s what I was wearing when I answered the door cuz I wasn’t expecting him to just barge his big ass through the door before I even told him he could. He explained ever that happened with Riddle and I told him he was stupid cuz who tf eats someone else’s food in the dorm before asking bro. Fucking moron. He has this adorable ass pout I just wanna boop him sometimes lol nah but I let him stay.

Tell me why this slut really looked me up and down, smirks and said “wow, you sure got comfortable, we sharing a bed?”

Bro I was disgusted I said “and that’s why you’re sleeping on the couch.” Threw him a blanket and pillow and took my ass back to bed lmfaooo.

During the Halloween stuff those two kept trying to scare me lol it was really funny tbh. I’m not at all difficult to scare but if I hear you coming or I know you’re trying to to scare me it just doesn’t work and they talk a LOT and are loud lol.

Deuce comes to me if he needs some help with his classes but only occasionally unfortunately.

I also had to have the “not all eggs turn into chickens” conversation with him and I think he’s still confused. He’s stupid but I still love him 😭

Alright that’s all I got for now. There’s more but I’m tired. I just got home from a funeral. Love y’all just ask if you want more 💖

[btheleaf]

@dont-blame-it-on-the-kids @nyamadermont This is what I wrote by accident. I'm not attaching it to the ask because I think I'll go back and try to do it properly. It was supposed to be Pemlin but it's more Pema & Lin (or Pema v. Lin) with Pemzin endgame. Prompt was "What's your problem with me?" Read it on AO3

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It had been a calm and quiet afternoon on the island. Tenzin and Pema were relaxing in the courtyard when Lin stomped up the steps and began to march over to them. Tenzin stood to meet her a good distance away. Pema frowned when they started to argue animatedly. The breakup happened more than a week ago now, the island had just barely been rebuilt from Lin’s rampage. Pema watched as Lin got more and more angry, their shouts grew louder. Lin shoved him and he shoved her back. The ensuing punch sent him right to the ground. Pema gasped and jumped up to run over.

“Are you insane?” Pema yelled at Lin as she crouched down by Tenzin’s side to see if he was okay.

She reached for him and one of Lin’s cables cinched around her wrist. Pema barely managed to step over Tenzin’s unconscious body as she was dragged forward.

“What are you doing?” Pema tried to stop and look back at Tenzin, but Lin tugged on the cable and forced her to keep moving.

“You’re under arrest.” Lin didn’t look back, just kept walking fast.

“For what?” Pema argued and tried to pull back on the cable, but it tightened and bit painfully into her skin.

“Harassment,” Lin barked over her shoulder.

Pema looked around and saw horrified acolytes frozen in place. She didn’t shout for help. No one on the island besides Tenzin was a match for Beifong anyway. She had no choice but to go with Lin to the docks. Lin handcuffed her, pulled her onto the RCPD speedboat, and brought her back to the city. Pema demanded to be let go, she demanded answers, but Lin wouldn’t talk. They got in Lin’s personal squad car once they were on the mainland and went to the station. Pema was fully expecting to be thrown into a cell, not pulled into the chief’s office. Lin sat her down forcefully into the seat in front of her desk and took her own chair across.

“What are we doing here, Beifong? What’s your problem with me?”

Lin slammed her fists down on her desk. A couple of pens rolled off the side from the disturbance. “You want to know what my problem is, Pema? It’s not that you butted yourself into my relationship with Tenzin, it’s not that he picked someone else over me—” Pema watched Lin carefully, it looked like she was grinding her teeth. “Its that you’re a child.”

“I’m twenty-one years old.” Pema looked at Lin like she was an idiot.

“He’s thirty-seven!”

“So what?” Pema scoffed. “We’re both adults.”

“You look like a fucking seventeen-year-old, Pema. You need to find someone your own age.”

Pema shook her head. “This is insane. You’re insane.” She moved to stand, and Lin made two quick motions with her arm that made the cuffs around Pema’s wrists pull her forward and anchor her to the desk. Suddenly Lin was in her face, tears lining her eyes. Pema tried to pull away from her hunched over position. “Let me go.”

“I don’t blame you for not seeing it, Pema.” Lin’s breath was hot on Pema’s face, her features were twisted up in concern. “I didn’t see it myself until you came along. Men are…” She shook her head and backed away a little bit, kneading her thumb and index finger into her forehead. “It’s not right for someone his age to be looking at you like that. It’s predatory.”

“Are—” Pema glanced around, wondering if this was really happening. People got into relationships with all sorts of age gaps all the time, but Lin was evidently taking that aspect to heart. Had the chief of police really dragged her all the way here just to cry in front of her? Was the anger directed towards her really a mask for something else? “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay,” she snapped. “I’m trying to make sure you’re okay.”

“Beifong… Tenzin and I… we haven’t even—we—he doesn’t—” Pema frowned and shook her head. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Tenzin and I are fine. Let me go.”

Right at that very moment the door to her office slammed open accompanied by a rush of air. Pema had to pull on the cuffs to turn and see the doorway, but she instantly relaxed seeing Tenzin strolling inside with an annoyed looking officer behind him.

“Tenzin! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” The dried blood and cut on his face told a slightly different story. He stood up to his full height next to Pema and looked down at Lin. “Is Pema under arrest?”

“That depends,” Lin growled.

“On what?” Tenzin asked tersely.

“On if you want to pursue the harassment charges.”

Pema could see Tenzin bristle in anger. “I do not.”

Lin waved her hand out and the cuffs opened. Pema rubbed her wrists and stood tall.

“Always a pleasure, Lin.” Pema turned on her heel and pushed past the other officer to get out of there.

Tenzin caught up with her as she was walking down the main steps out front of the station. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Pema kept walking, turning over the strange conversation in her head.

“Are you sure?”

She stopped suddenly and looked him in the eye, chewing on the inside of her lip trying to decide if she even wanted to ask the questions that were popping up in her head. But then she thought of the way he always looked at her like she was the most important person in the world, the way he was gentle and patient and kind, and decided that Lin was just trying to get in her head and create problems where there weren’t any.

“I’m sure.” She reached for his hand. “Let’s go home.”

[pseudowho]

Hi Haitch 🥺 I’ve never sent an ask in but I really need some guidance with how to deal with the adults in my family

To cut it down into simple terms I’m in my early years of studying psychology and I’ve just about had it with the taunts I get in response to that. I have to preface that my mom has never taken part in this, she encouraged me to study this in the first place, but she also doesn’t speak out against it ever

From the day I applied, my family (specifically my dad and brother) has been really .. i dont even know, just off about it.

I remember them being like “are you /sure/ you want to do it? why not do something else? why dont you want do to [blank] instead? think about your personality… do you think you can handle dealing with people like that?”.

Throughout my first year they kept on checking in on me like “do you /still/ want to do psychology? have you considered switching? its /really/ hard”

It’s like this curse I’ve placed on myself? Every time I get angry or upset or emotional, or just about do anything that isn’t what aligns with what they want the response is “you’re a psychologist, you should change the way you think” “people are going to sit in your office and say something and you’ll end up crying instead.” “if you’re so sensitive how will you become a psychologist?”. Another instance is that I’ve always been a picky eater and it was never an issue, but ever since I started uni it’s been a constant “you’re a psychologist. why don’t you like this? please, fix yourself” as if I didn’t hate those foods since I was like 7 or 8. I can’t understand if I’m truly overreacting or not.

Whatever I started out of self interest and (however limited) passion is now twisting into hate and anger. In the beginning I used that energy to continue with spite and prove them wrong but I genuinely dont have the bandwidth to deal with it for another 4 or 5 years, especially considering we’re not a culture that moves out of the house.

Sorry for the overload Haitch, but I don’t really have anyone else to talk to about this. I hope you’re having a good day!

Counterpoint:

If you're not sensitive, how will you be a psychologist? I should think that with emotional sensitivity and empathy, you'll be able to uniquely connect with and understand people in a way that could only be enhanced through an education in Psychology.

Let's break down the systematic way your male family members oppress the female ones in your family.

Your mother was all for it at first; now she's not. Why? Because your father has bullied her into submission, and to toe the line to be 'concerned' that you cannot do it. You can help your mother, if you like, once you have helped yourself. Let's focus on you, now.

Your brother has learned how to be a 'man' from your father, whose cock fragile ego can only feel big if the women and girls in the family are beneath him. So he treads on them. He makes them feel small, and ensures their self-esteem is quashed. Often, this walks hand in hand with demeaning their academic pursuits as well.

He failed at stopping you going into Psychology in the first place. Yikes! He's afraid you're going to get an amazing education and subsequently be above him, and unsquashable.

So what's the next step? Ah! Convince her that she's too emotionally weak to do it. This is a great tactic, because undoubtedly, your emotional reactions have been systematically (and at points, I'm sure, simultaneously) diminished and told that they're over-reactions. You've been taught that your emotions are weak, and annoying, and fragile, and simply wrong.

It's a brilliant tactic, because he has rendered you and your mother fragile and bullied over the years. Welcome to Gaslighting 101! Please remember, if you are systematically abused to the point where you believe this is normal, this is the behaviour you would come to expect from a romantic partner, too, and that generational cycle will continue.

You are made of porcelain and covered in cracks, so he seeks to apply just enough pressure to crush you. Your brother, who has learned how to be a 'man' from your father, is doing exactly what he's been taught. Men like this are afraid of powerful women, and education is power.

So now, you repair yourself with gold. View their words for what they are; bullying, and an attempt to oppress you.

Get your education. Access therapy and counselling services, because you need to unravel how this systematic male oppression has woven itself into you. There are roots in you, and they're rotten, but they can be remedied. YOU are not rotten. YOU are not weak. YOU are a threat to your father and brother; wear that as a badge of honour.

Physician, health thyself.

These weak little men are threatened by you.

Right now, they are winning. Don't fucking let them. You have a choice here; get sad, or get strong. The path you choose will determine the fabric of you as a person, and you are in charge.

Come on, kiddo. That little central part of you is telling you that they're wrong, and it's absolutely correct. That's why you Inboxed me, right?

I wish I could be there to tear them apart for you, but this ball is in your court. The majority of the men in my family are like this, too, and you will find even now, as a powerful woman, they attempt to belittle me. It doesn't work and it is met with scorn, and god, it's so satisfying to watch these men shrivel.

I swear to god, work for this. You dedicate your time to yourself and your work. Absolutely smash this degree. Learn, and learn, because knowledge is power. Understand yourself, and forgive yourself.

You can do it, baby.

Be strong.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[sidebaxolotl]

I dont know you. I don’t know who made you feel like self loathing over something you can’t control, feel like simply allowing yourself to love is a sin, but please talk to a therapist. I’ve gone through your blog some and clearly this is taking a toll on you. This isn’t the SSA that is taking the toll. It’s the fact you feel as though your feelings are “temptation” like simply allowing yourself to be yourself is a sin.

please talk to a therapist. I’m kinda pissed at some of the things you’ve said, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t struggling and that you don’t deserve help

Respectfully, you need to leave me alone.

My faith and my practice of such will always be more important than my sexuality. And acting on ssa is a sin so i will continue to fight it. I'm an adult who is capable of deciding how to live my life. This is what I've decided, so you need to respect that and move on with your day instead of condescending to strangers.

I don't get why you people project onto me consistently--if you actually knew me at a you'd know that I love myself a lot and I have no shame over my attractions at all. I'm not miserable or whatever. Fighting sin sucks sometimes regardless of what it is ur dealing with but that doesnt mean my life is terrible or that I hate myself.

You're absolutely right tho: reading my posts on the internet doesn't mean you know me. Definitely not enough to psychoanalyse me, so that needs to stop as well.

All that to say: leave me alone and worry about your own life <3

[joviepog]

SUNKISSED BY KHAI DREAMS

sorry, I like the song and it's maybe a cute idea for the song requests?

Idk but Wilbur x reader 😁😁

ILOVETHISSONGILOVETHISSONGILOVETHISSONGGGGGG

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Sunkissed

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: None just fluff :D

Pronouns: They / them

Requests: @ax-y10

Anything else: In this story wilbur wrote the song instead of Khai Dreams (I’M SORRY KHAI). I actually love how this turned out (i think it’s cause i like the song so much lolz). Thanks for being my first Song request!Want to request something like this? Click here!

Song to listen to:

(This story was NOT proofread!)

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“So slowly, your sunlit dreams pulls me out of sleep. Feel the morning through the blinds. I get to thinkin’ ‘bout your sunkissed face and a quiet place, i could give you all my time”

Wilbur is playing a free style song in his room as he starts to think about you. He’s recalling his usual mornings and how much he is always thinking about you. You two have been best friends for years and he couldn’t help but slowly fall for you. He first noticed when you guys were at his niece’s birthday party together. It was a sunny day at the park and all the little kids were running around the park. All the adults, including you two, were talking and making jokes. He doesn’t recall what the joke was but he remembers you laughing. When he turned to see you the sun was hitting your face and your sunkissed lips were shining in the sun. Your eyes were closed from the laughter and your hair moved in the soft breeze. He remembers a fluttering feeling in his chest and his eyes widen, “Wow…”

“You know i wanna be your rock, my love. You know i want to be your light in darkness; how you find me just in time to tell me what i needed to hear. So if you don’t know what you need you can just leave it all to me. I don’t want you worried ‘bout a thing… i know you’d do the same for me.”

Wilbur starts to talk about all the times you’ve helped him. When he is in his worst, when he is in his best, when he is just his plain old self, you’ve always been there. He wants to make sure that you can feel just as loved and just as cared for as you made him fee. So, he’s talking about how he doesn’t want you to worry about anything, he’ll be the one to worry not you.. because you shouldn’t have to worry a bout a single thing.

“Because your so lovely. Your so lovely. I cant help but fall for you. Love when you love me it’s so lovely loving you… so lovely loving you.”

Wilbur starts to sing about how much he loves you, even if you dont love him he still feels as if you do. He’s thinking about all the things he would do for you and how much he loves you. He first excepted that he loved you a while back, “I just can’t stop thinking about her mom.” He said as he leaned on the shopping cart, “Uh-huh.” She pulled out a carton of milk. “I mean, they’re so perfect. They’re kind and smart and-“ Wilbur’s mom walked up to him and put her hand on his cheek. “She’s sounds like a beautiful young lady.” She patted his cheek, “Now can you reach for that cereal box for me?” He rolled his eyes and reached it for her. She just didn’t get it.

“So softly a tender breeze brush against my knees on a summer afternoon. I get to thinkin’ ‘bout the hazy days under the august shade that i used to spend with you. I didnt realize that it was all i wanted, what i had. My riddled heart, i had to cradle back together just to see..”

Wilbur is at the same park he fell for you at. He’s looking at the beautiful sunset in the sky thiking about you. He leans his head back and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. A soft summer breeze hits his face and he cant help but think about all the moment he’s had with you at that exact same spot. And how he didnt realize that you were the love that he had always dreamed about.

“… it’s all like magic to me. You do magic, baby when you love me. It’s so lovely loving you.”

Wilbur’s thinking about how magical it feels to be around you. How much he wants to stay around you at all time and how he could never exist in a world without you.

“So slowly, your sunlit dreams pulls me out of sleep. Feel the morning through the blinds. I get to thinkin’ ‘bout your sunkissed face and a quiet place, i could give you all my time”

He’s back in his room and he stops playing the guitar. He looks out the window and his white curtains are swaying in the air as the soft breeze comes into his rooms. The stars are our and hecan’t help but admire their beauty. And he cant help but hate how they reminded him so much of you. He sighs and falls onto his bead, arms spread wide and his guitar on top of him. He closes his eyes and places a hand on top of them, a smile forming on his lips,

“Shit. I’m hopelessly in love with those sunkissed lips huh?”

Also if you lovelies wouldn’t mind can you please reblog this post if you like this type of stuff? Thx <3

[autobots-in-training]

Growing Pains: Arcee

Takes place on Cybertron, before the Autobots time on Earth.

Arcee feels unwell. She is pacing back and forth, unsure whether she should say anything. She’s still uneasy with the Autobots, and scared to say when she feels sick.

bit of an explanation, you know how Tolkien explained The Hobbit and Lord of The Rings being originally in a language we dont understand and being translated to English? That’s kinda what I’m doing here.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59714389

Arcee was alone in her room. Well, it wasn’t her’s alone. She shared with two other younglings. They were her age.

At first, she’d not wanted to talk to them. She missed her carrier, her brother and her friends.

Many centuries passed, and she’d grown to like them. Still, all she wanted was to see her family again, she didn’t really care if she left and didn’t see them again.

That changed when Springer woke her and First Aid up, crying in pain. She’d been so scared, later realizing that she cared for him and didn’t want to lose him. Either of them.

Arcee was trying to distract herself from her discomfort. Even if she’s comfortable with her friends, the only adults she truly trusted were Chromia, Windblade and Kup.

She hadn’t needed to see a medic the entire time she’s been here… Mostly because whenever she felt sick, she’d hide it until it went away on it’s own. And it always worked!

Except this time. She’d been waiting for over a week now, and it wouldn’t go away! It was only getting worse.

Arcee shut her optics tight, hugged herself, breathing heavily. Without noticing, she’d stopped moving, standing right in the middle of the room.

“Arcee?”

She was startled out of her panic, whipping around to see who called to her.

“S-Springer?”

“Are you ok? You’re shivering.” Springer attempted to grab her shoulder. “I can walk you to the medbay if you aren’t feeling good.”

“D-don’t touch me!” she said panicked. “I… I feel fine. Just… I’m cold.”

“Arcee, you’ve been acting weird for like, a week. Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked.

“Y-yes! Just… um. L-like i said, I’m cold.” she insisted.

“Cee, our hab is heated. It’s literally one of the only rooms on base that isn’t cold.”

“Don’t call me that!” she yelled at him. No. Not that name. Only her carrier and her brother could call her that.

Springer took a step back. “S-sorry. But if you’re cold, I don’t think you’re OK, because of the heated room.”

“Springer, please. I… i can’t. I don’t…” she hesitated. Would he suspect her if he said he didn’t trust any adults with few exceptions?

“Arcee, you’re my friend, you’ve been feeling sick, I want to help you.” he said. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. “If you don’t… I’ll just tell Ratchet, and he’ll come here to check up on you.”

“No! I-I’ll go. Please don’t make him come here.” she said. “Let’s… let’s just go.”

-

Arcee walked slowly, not just because she didn’t want to go to the medbay, her pain was making it hard to walk faster now. Springer was walking beside her, purposefully not touching her, after she yelped when he tried to grab her hand to lead her to the medbay.

“We’re almost there, Ratchet and Pharma are the ones on duty right now. Pharma can be a bit rude, and Ratchet is always grumpy, but they’re good medics.” Springer tried to reassure her. “Plus, Ratchet is First Aid’s carrier.”

She said nothing. She didn’t know how to explain that she didn’t trust them regardless of how nice they were.

Several minutes of silence later, Springer stopped.

“We’re here.” he said. He turned to his friend, saw that she looked nervous, though he didn’t know if she looked like that because she felt sick or because she didn’t want to see the doctors. “Arcee, they’re medics, they won’t hurt you.”

Springer didn’t say that Pharma isn’t very gentle as a doctor. That would just freak her out more.

“Springs!” a familiar voice called out from the entrance of the medbay. “Pharma, carrier, he’s here, we’re gonna go play!”

“Alright, just don’t go outside.”

“I know! I’m not stupid!”

“Aid…” Springer tried for First Aid’s attention.

“Yeah?” First Aid seemed to finally notice Arcee standing there as well. “Arcee! Hey- wait, you don’t look so good.”

“She doesn’t feel good.” Springer said simply.

“Oh! Come on, carrier and Pharma are on duty today, they’ll take care of you!” First Aid motioned them inside. “CARRIER!”

“First Aid, dear, no yelling in the medbay unless you are in excruciating pain!” called out a seeker. “Arcee! Oh dear, you look awful-”

“Pharma!” Ratchet scolded his coworker. “Sorry about him, he has no bedside manner.”

Arcee froze at the entrance.

“Mr.Pharma, I think you scared her.” Springer said, with just a tad of amusement in his voice. “Arcee, he’s not mean, i promise.”

He offered his hand to her. First Aid followed suit and offered his hand as well. She thought for a moment, and took her friends’ hands.

The other two younglings walked her up to Ratchet. He knelt down to her level.

“What’s wrong Arcee?”

Arcee looked at her friends beside her. They both smiled and nodded to reassure her again. She took a shaky breath. Her discomfort had grown, not just because she was in the medbay, but because her protoform felt tight and it felt like she was being poked with millions of sharp needles.

“My whole body hurts.” She whispered, and started to cry. “M-my protoform hurts so much and it wont stop.”

“Do you think you can get up on this bed?” Ratchet asked gently as he patted down on the nearest medical bed.

Arcee only nodded, tears streaming down her face. Springer and First Aid tried to help her, but she flinched away from their touch.

“Does that hurt?” Pharma asked.

Arcee pulled herself up onto the bed, and turned to the other medic, looking at him quizzically.

“They tried to help you onto the bed. They barely touched you, and yet you looked like they slapped you.” he clarified.

She nodded. “M-my protoform hurts, even light touches feel awful.”

“How long has your protoform been hurting?” Ratchet asked.

“A-about a week…” Arcee admitted.

“That long!??!” First Aid and Springer exclaimed.

“Arcee!-” First aid yelled.

“Why didn’t you say anything!?” Springer added.

“Alright you two, come on.” Pharma grabbed the younglings’ arms and started dragging them away.

“No! P-please don’t make them leave.” Arcee begged, loud enough so Pharma could hear her. “I… I don’t um… I don’t like doctors… they-they make me n-n-nervous. Please let them stay…”

Pharma looked down at the younger bots.

“We’ll stay quiet!” First Aid stage whispered. “Right Springs?”

“Y-yeah we’ll be so quiet!” Springer whispered loudly as well.

Pharma glared at them, but let go. “As long as you’re quiet as Ratchet figures out what’s bothering Arcee.”

“Thank you-”

“Oh by the way, Ratchet, my dear friend? I think it’s her light armor starting to grow.” Pharma said, a smile on his face.

Ratchet glared at his friend and coworker.

“I-is it gonna hurt like Springer’s did?” Arcee asked, horrified, her tears still hadn’t stopped.

“No, no, Arcee, it shouldn’t end up as painful as that. His happened rapidly. You said you’ve been feeling like this for a week correct?”

She nodded.

“Did it start suddenly, or has the pain been slowly increasing?”

“It’s been getting worse every day. I thought it would go away on it’s own but it’s been so long and it won’t stop…”

"Hm... Looks like its being especially slow... Pharma can you get the-"

"No worries, dear friend, I already have it." Pharma hands over a container, a couple glass bottles and a needle.

"You are too efficient."

"Face it, dear friend, you'd be lost without me."

"Ignore Pharma. Now, Arcee, I need to inject this medicine. It will help ease the pain. Anything against needles?" Ratchet asked the sobbing youngling.

She just shook her head.

Ratchet went ahead and injected the medicine. Arcee winced, closing her eyes tightly for a few moments, but quickly her eyes shot wide open.

"Th-the pain isn't as intense anymore!" She was smiling, the tears still running down her face. "Thank you, Doctor Ratchet."

"Ratchet is just fine, Arcee." Ratchet gave her a warm smile. "And this-" he handed her a bottle. "Is a numbing cream, if your protoform starts to hurt again, apply this."

Arcee accepted the bottle, examining it with curiosity.

"I'd like you to stay in the medbay overnight, just to see how you react to the medicine. Springer and First Aid are allowed to stay with you."

Springer and First Aid simultaneously yelled "Yes!"

"You won't stay if you keep making a ruckus, kids." Pharma said in a sing-songy voice.

Springer and First Aid covered their mouths. Well, First Aid covered his face-plate.

"I'll tell Kup you're here. He can come as well, and inform Windblade and Chromia when they come back from their mission." Ratchet said. "They should be back soon."

"Thank you." she said quietly. She got comfortable on the medical bed, and Springer and First Aid took a spot on each side of her bed. "Let's play three-way thumb war! My hands don't hurt anymore!"

"Ah, sorry sweetie, its best you keep your hands to yourself, at least for now. You'll still be a bit sensitive for a while." Pharma said. "You can be the referee, make sure they don't cheat. These two are quite competitive."

She giggled and nodded.

She was going to be ok.

[genderqueerdykes]

hi im a nonbinary person (they/them pronouns) and im wondering if you or your followers have any advice on staying closeted for extended periods of time! im a young adult who has only come out to a few friends but i have to stay closeted from my parents for the forseeable future (i want at least to make sure i have a good support network first in case things really don’t go well). i luckily now have a job and live in a different city than them, so i’m able to present how i want, but im finding it very stressful to be navigating this half-closeted situation. im hoping that my parents might come around eventually & i won’t have to cut them out of my life entirely, but i know that coming out to them will be a very emotionally distressing process for me so i dont want to do that either. do you have any advice on my situation?

hello there!

i totally understand that feeling, a lot of us end up living double lives while we are staying somewhere where it's not safe to be out. it was not safe for me to be fully out when i lived with my family because whenever i tried to come out i was just mocked and made fun of so i didnt mention it at home or ask to be referred differently.

if you're able to, try to focus on building up your support network, and the amount of irl activities you can attend that will make you feel more like yourself. allow yourself to interact with the queer community when and where possible, when it's safe, and try to at least get some sense of identity enrichment in the mean time while you worry about how to address things with your parents

i've noticed a lot of the time confidently going ahead and doing something helps more than trying to have a conversation, because people can corner you in conversation and try to make you defensive, or to back down, but if you've already gone ahead and made that change without them, they can't do much to stop you, they just kinda have to accept who you are. sometimes people hear terms like trans or nonbinary and think it's just a "kid thing" or a phase or whatever and don't realize that means a lot of the time you're going to actually change and that's what you need in order to be happy

pursue what you can where you can that will bring you joy and if you do find the words to bring it up to them, power to you. it's something that you don't deserve to hold off interacting with until you're compeletely independent. the conversation with them may go better after you've moved out, dependig, but you should be able to live your life at least quietly in the mean time. you're not alone, a lot of us have dealt with this, and it's hard, but you deserve to be yourself while being safe

if we think of anything else or get any anons for you, we'll let you know! take care in the mean time, stay safe, good luck in your journey!

[ovaruling]

negative self talk incoming for whoever needs that idek

regular daily update that i regret having my like 99999 cosmetic surgeries so much and i dont even want to put the exhaustive energy into accepting my face and body atp anymore bc they remain utter strangers who i hate

and despite all of the feminist theory i have read and comprehended and applied to the way i see the world i STILL cannot rid myself of this very specific form of self-hatred and im not even being defeatist when i say i truly know that i will never be at peace bc of the choices i have made. like how can i ever be ok with this. i’d have to be lobotomized to be cool with this

and even besides that the chronic physical pain and damage to my actual nervous system won’t allow me a moment of forgetfulness. like on an amazing day where i’m full of caffeine or xanax i can MAYBE forget what i look like for an hour but it’s impossible to forget that i literally cant physically feel my entire torso and abdomen and buttocks and my upper back and my inner thighs and upper arms and underarms and my jaw and cheeks

but also at the same time i can feel incredible levels of stabbing numb shocks of pain in all of them lmfao.

exercising helps for a bit and reminds me that i can at least move my body around but i always gotta come back to reality where i have to confront that i’m genuinely permanently ill and legitimately brain damaged. like neurologically

and bc of that i went from being a normal adult 10 years ago to now i cant hold a job, cant go back and attend school, cant drive a car anymore, need IV treatments weekly, no independence, no ability to even volunteer for longer than an hour at local animal shelters before i start having problems bc i cant explain to anyone why i need to lie down every 2 hours or else i legitimately go numb and pass out no matter how little exertion im doing, no future where i can help the world the way i want to. i cant even read 2 chapters of a fucking favorite book that i LOVE without getting dizzy for no fuckjng reason. i have to REST from reading a fucking BOOK

and doctors are just like “oh well that’s what happens when you fucking almost die two times from elective surgery lol kinda your fault tbh. you really should’ve just accepted how viciously hated by men your body was. but the human body is so mysterious huh!!! like this is crazy dude lmao. 🤪 so yeah here’s a pamphlet for a support group that doesn’t really fit your needs and some medication that won’t work bc we still don’t really know how to diagnose or treat plastic surgery victims like this bc technically you weren’t in a car crash or anything so we don’t really have enough research rn to fully apprehend what’s going on w your mysterious ass. also you had more surgeries than most ppl ever will be stupid enough to undertake so like we have no idea what to do w you lol!!!!!! there isn’t really data that fits your situation but maybe in 30 years 😌”

just in case anyone was wondering if i changed my mind on cosmetic surgery being true evil!!!!!! lol

ok sorry for the pity party i just really am feeling the weight of it all rn

[chayannecraft]

HELLO HI DO YOU HAVE ANY MISCELLANEOUS BOTW AU LORE FOR US? (ok if no)

im also curiosu about pomme's family situation. is there a king of hyrule counterpart here? or is it big happy french familyTM <3

i keep seeing Etoiles as the main king for some reason???!!!??? i think that's bc i know him and Baghera the best out of the french CCs though SKFJHSFKJSHFKJSHF (tbh i dont ACTUALLY know pomme that well outside of phil's pov and recap videos and some animatics/fanfics but I LOVE HER SHE IS MY BABY)

more so i know her, just probabyl couldnt write her accurately lol anyway im rambling XD

HELLO!! YES HI!!! HELLO!!!

I do actually have some random lore let’s see…..Oh here’s a fun one :D!!! you know in the intro to totk when Link and Zelda explore Hyrule Castle and that’s how the story starts. Yeah when Chayanne and Pomme did that they sneaked out and told nobody. They were on the self sacrifical hero path with that one.

After they both defeated the calamity in botw all the adults DESPERATELY wanted the kids to like. take a break and live their lives and unlearn being heroes. And Chayanne and Pomme tried really hard to do this but when they hear people who go into Hyrule Castle come out infected with something (and hey maybe even Forever goes into there and gets infected to make the idea more personal) they both just know they can’t let it slide and sneak out to deal with it.

(Reminds me I have no clue who Ganon is here specifically. I was thinking the calamity was the code and Ganon the body could’ve been the eye or even Cucorucho. I still need to connect threats with each other)

Other lore bits: I imagine Missa was specifically the guy who carried Chayanne to the Resurrection Chamber after Pomme ordered them to. Put him into it even, maybe gave him a forehead kiss before saying goodbye for what was possibly the last time.

Missa makes me so sad in this au too, I imagine him as a traveler who found Chayanne on the run and was like I’m gonna help this kid :) and then that became his son and he settled down in Hyrule for a bit to help Chayanne with his hero stuff and then his son gets HUMBLED. And he’s, to his own knowledge, the only person present for the events who can mourn for him. So he does.

Moving onto the rest, Pomme definitely has the big French family, but I do think Etoiles at least is represented as like, THE king of Hyrule. A very strong one too :)

Etoiles would’ve definitely just like gone and kicked the calamity’s code himself if destiny wasn’t a thing and literally banned him from doing it without the sword. He was probably clawing at the walls and praying to several gods like COME ON. LET ME DO IT. I WOULD WIN AND WE ALL KNOW IT. He was also probably just like cheering that Pomme could beat Chayanne in a fight ❤️ So he’s also technically the old man in the Great Plateu.

I GET THE POMME THING I really need to get into the French POV more, if just for her she’s my baby and I want to portray her well :)

[dykeza]

Once you graduate highschool (awful but inevitable) (must be American to complete sorry) a few key things will happen: one parent will become ultimately more liked than the other parent, you cannot undo this (for me my mom came out victorious). Then, you’re gonna fail somebody in some meaningless little “ways of life” thing and you’re not gonna feel too bad about it (“ways of life” things are typically, actually, “things society does” such as learning to drive, getting a job, moving out of your parents house, etc etc.)— you’re always gonna fail SOMEONE because you’ll fail to do one of the stupid little things Adults are supposed to do once they graduate high school, sorry. Finally, it’s gonna be the same as it ever was for like, forever. You’ll be asked “do you feel any different?” And you’ll have to wrestle with the fact that no, you dont, what the fuck is going on. Then you’ll answer with either “Yeah, I’m an adult now!” (Lie) or “Nah, it’s about the same as it ever was.” (Truth) and the person asking you is gonna be like “Oh!” And then you’ll have failed them in a “way of life” thing. Congrats, you’re no longer a high schooler. The way I’ve learned to deal with this is to, 1.) get dressed every day even if you really don’t want to or aren’t going anywhere, just go put something on that isn’t your PJs. You don’t even have to wear a bra or anything just put a shirt on and some pants or a skirt or smth. 2.) brush your teeth. Brush them. You don’t HAVE to floss (first time I flossed in a few weeks was today bc I’m outside of the house today), but at least brush your teeth and use some mouthwash if you think you need it. 3.) eat breakfast. “But it’s 1pm” Don’t care, eat breakfast. I’ve been eating a Chobani Flip Yogurt Cup and a banana every day, today I skipped the banana (going outside, didn’t have time) but ate a little s’mores yogurt cup. It was delicious. Eat breakfast. 4.) If you’re a gamer, or just have a PC and want/have to be on it, turn on your FUCKING LIGHTS. No cave dwelling for you, no sir, turn on that overhead— “aesthetic” lights don’t count, “small” lights only count if it’s bright enough in your area to make a noticeable difference (you can see clearly w/o help and you don’t have to apologize for it being so dark if someone walks in). I repeat, No Cave Dwelling, turn on the big light if you wanna have computer time. 5.) Have a face to face conversation with at least one person, make plans to go outside later in the week— I’m out of the house with my family today, I (hopefully, if schedules line up) have DND tomorrow with my friends. Not to be that guy, I sound like my fucking Father, but Go Outside. Talk To People. You sound like a damn extraterrestrial trying to hold a conversation after 2 months indoors in your cat pajamas. Much love, Achilles.

[aaeds]

The worst advice Ive gotten all week is to eat small meals and snacks, but my stress levels are so high I’ve recognized I’m in trauma shut down mode.

I felt bad for falling down the stairs face first into a basket, and I’m all messed up. I’m doing so much for my family taking care of things around the house I feel less and less like I exist and more like cheap labour.

I’m not angry even if I could be, but eating and having feelings has completely drained from me. I’m robotically moving through the day anticipating the next demand or crying. I am capable of so many things, but I’m treated like an idiot.

I cooked so much for others and watched them eat that I stopped feeling anything, I’m a taller person who takes directions, folds laundry and puts it away. I put together outfits, and give everyone drinks at night.

By the time I’m done I just sit on my stairs, concentrate on what I need but it just drops out. Its like several years ago but I feel nothing and more withdrawn. I dont want to draw or play games, I’m on medicine for depression but this feels different.

Its like my life is already over, and I’m just waiting to bury the last two members of my family. It doesn’t make me that sad, I’m just exhausted at the prospects of how long it’ll take. Maybe thats mean, I’ll miss them but right now they’re not my parents.

I thought maybe I was mentally giving up, but at work today I thought I already have. I gave up on a future for myself, things I wanted, what I want to do. Whether or not I want to pursue a relationship when this is all I am, how exhausting that would be. Friendships arent fun when people worry.

If I laugh or talk to loud it means I’m available to help, so if I want peace or time to think I just sit in silence at my desk or in bed. Its not that books or games or shows are boring I just feel guilty.

“Come play this game with us,” but I’m not supposed to be having fun. Mom is crying and needs help, I shouldn’t be laughing or talking about my feelings on the matter. Its alienating. I don’t relate or understand my friends anymore. They don’t get it or never grew up this way. They got out or have other family. Its just me, I’m the last surviving child and the youngest, but I cant maintain my job and this lifestyle.

I hate when people tell me to run away or leave, they have no idea how scary it is to pick some up from a fall or handle the bleeding and abuse. Or when you’re forgotten by name, all the crying and screaming. It follows you everywhere and doesn’t immediately get better. Not when its your whole life. Its decades of trauma and guilt.

Every plan you make or purchase you make is disappointment, other people need more help than you even when you question if thats a lie. Giving up your birthday for someone else because it feels selfish to ask for things or want things. Its already so internalized. I mean, only one person celebrates my birthday as an adult, I got too old for birthdays, easter, halloween and Christmas before I turned 12. Even if its something I want, I cant ask for it from my family.

If I got sick or needed help I was a burden or at least an inconvenience. So somewhere down the line these past months my body and just shut down. I just don’t have it in me to be falsely cheerful, its just exhausting.

Even if you love your family, and you work full time - even the small things add up until theres just no room to be anything but what they need. I wanted to travel once.

Will it be a miracle if I can? If I’ll even want to?

[freyatarotreadings8]

Hi freya, I love that you bring some calm and patience to the fandom in these very odd times, I love that you interact a lot also 💜

So I had this weird dream, I saw Ab and the co-star of the wn show dancing and laughing together in a photoshoot.

To me (I mean that, just to me) I dont perceived her as someone who is sad or in a bad moment in her life at all ( I know everyone wants karma, but im not feeling that she is getting any of it).

My question goes : why those fans, and even the other members of the show wants her back? She did no promotion, she did not interacted with them, at leat not like others actors and she was the lead, even now she has not acknowledge the news.

Maybe she is nice behind the scenes, maybe she is something else and wonderful?? I just, I dont really get why she has so many fans and friends and a movie star bf if she is so evil like a lot of people say 🤷‍♀️ ( I dont like her, im just curious)

Good evening 🧡 Thank you for supporting me, while some individuals claim that I’m a tarot criminal, who abuses tarot and needs help🤣🫠

Well, only you can give a meaning to your dream.

I think AB enjoys her life for sure. So, I haven’t seen this show, I can’t say a lot about her character, however, it looks like fans associate this character with their own lives including similar struggles, issues etc. Her character gives them hope for better, a feeling that they are not alone. Also this show helped to create a whole community of fans. People can’t understand that personality of a character is not the real personality of an actor. In general, some people need to worship someone constantly, that’s how they build.

AB could do a better job. She plays a card of being mysterious lady, so such move interests others and they can add more unreal traits to her in their minds. Honestly, her mystery smells as being an arrogant. Moreover, being liked is not the same as being a good person. It’s so easy to make others love you by showing what they wanna see. She may have a sweet talk around others and use her sexy appearance. Also she is not in a position of an adult, so she can behave unseriouslly a lot and it can attract attention too.

Personally, I wouldn’t be friends with her, I basically wouldn’t trust her. Like, hello, Aries and Cancer are not a good match, plus I consider her as a shallow human being. Huh. Cancers have a tendency to manipulate and play a victim. However, she represented as queen of wands and it’s an Aries energy.