#Im so grateful to my creative family

[dish-licker]

Just a fleeting thought :) Credit for this idea goes to my wife @xoleahbeanxo

[thoughtsforsoob]

ways he shows he loves you - stray kids

a/n: I want to write more to stray kids so here you go! I know I have a bunch of request at the moment and while I do plan on getting to them, I have to allow myself some freedom to create what I want as well! please enjoy and as always, requests are open and so is my 200 event!! (omg im past 300 now and I am so incredibly grateful! thank you so freaking much!)

bang chan - taking you home

I feel like chan considers taking you home as a huge step in your relationship, since ehe seems to love home so much.

he has a nice connection with his family so for you to go meet them means he's basically already planning the wedding

he likes to take you to places he remembers from when he was little (which are probably not too many places because he was just a little guy when he started training)

he also loves to make plans for you, his mom and his sisters hang out together

"you three go out! im paying for girls day"

he enjoys seeing pictures of his favorite people out, having fun together and getting along

the only thing he doesn't enjoy 100% is the teasing that collectively happens between you and his siblings against him but he doesn't;t mind it in the end because it just means you're comfortable with them and vice versa

and when he watches you and berry meeting for the first time...again...wedding bells are going off in his head

minho - supporting your hobbies

I don't see him as someone who is veery comfortable with just saying I love you all the time so he pressers to show it instead of say it

his way of doing so is by getting interested in your hobbies and most likely participating in them

lets just say you're a big fan of collection photo cards and trading! along with that, you also like to make bracelets for concerts! (lmao so cliche but this is what I can explain best! feel free to insert your own interests during the following!)

he definitely buys you albums all the time and when you don't pull him from a stray kids album, he rolls his eyes and keeps buying more until you pull him

he also loves watching you pack trades so he goes stationary shopping with you and buys you the cutest packing materials

he even packs a few trades for you and sneaks in a bunch of extra stickers and other freebies

he will also partake in bracelet making every time you attend a concert!

he loves sitting at the table, making bracelets with pretty beads (he insists on buying you the fancy glass beads for this project), watching a drama and eating snacks.

just seeing you happy and in your element and being able to support it is how he shows his love.

changbin - planning dates

idk about you guys but I feel like guys always leave it to their girlfriend to plan dates and come up with date ideas all the time

changbin is the exception

he knows all of the spots in the city and wants to take you to all of them eventually

he has a running list in a little journal he purchased when he first met you and started going on dates with you

he writes down the names of places he wants to take you to and crosses them out in highlighter when you eventually go so you can still see what he'd written down

he plans trips that vary anywhere from 2 weeks in LA to a evening picnic by the river

his favorite are "spontaneous dates" (in quotation marks because to him, no date is really spontaneous. he always puts some work into it, even if it's a late night run to the convenience store or a trip to the mall)

he's always navigating and making sure everything is perfect

his favorite part of the date is when you praise him for being so thoughtful and creative

he is so happy that he's impressing you and making you happy

he promises to himself that even when you both are old and grey, he's still going to sweet you off your feet with his amazing date ideas

hyunjin - remembers everything you tell him

(no bc...when people remember details about me I feel so happy)

anyways, he is such a good listener and pays attention to detail

whenever you mention something in passing, he makes a note of it mentally or if he knows he'll forget, he will write is down in his notes app

one example of this is during one exam season

2 weeks ago, you had told him bout your finals schedule and when it would start

on the first day, right at 6am he shows up with your favorite coffee order (or anything else if you don't drink coffee) and your favorite breakfast! along with a care package for the rest of finals!

the care package includes: two hoodies of his, you favorite candies, chips, ramyeon, and a couple other things he knew you'd find useful

he remember you telling him you had to get up at that hour to start getting ready for your 8am calc final

when he shows you, you damn near cry because of his thoughtfulness

he eats breakfast with you and makes sure your fueled up and able to focus on your test so you can ace it

the way he also thinks about you when he's out doing things like shopping

Oh I brought you back some eggs because I remember you said you didn't have anymore. also, this new toner because I noticed yours was running low last time I stayed the night."

jisung - never letting you pay

his love language is essentially paying for everything he can for you

if you deny him and tell him you're going to pay, just the thought of you doing something he is more than willing to do for yo has smoke coming out of his eyes like a cartoon character

oh boy and when you actually beat him and pay, he is red in the face

"sungie, I just paid for two coffee's. why are you all red like that?"

"I could've paid! now you have to let me pay for the next 100 things we get together!"

you roll his eyes at him when he makes these silly compromises with you and just rolls with it

for him, it's not that he thinks you can't pay for yourself because ehe knows you are more than capable

if anything, he's proud that his baby is an independent person and can take care of themselves

the reason he does it because he wants you to save your money and spend it on things for you and he wants to take care of you this being the best way he knows how

oh my god...

god forbid you buy him any gifts

he's all flustered and whining about how you shouldn't "waste your money" on him

after talking with him, he lets you pay sometimes but it's rare

felix - matching jewelry

it's all fun and games until you both get exposed...

before we go there, let's talk about how this started

for your first anniversary, Felix wanted to give you something special but had no ides what it should be

he was scrolling through TikTok one night and he came across a repost from you and it gave him the perfect idea

you reposed a couples post about a necklace with the bf's initial on it and he immediately got one made

you better believe hat we went to a famous custom designer and everything to get this made just the way he knew you'd love it

you gives it to you on your anniversary and to your surprise, not only do you have a "f" on your necklace, he get's a matching necklace with your initial on it...

he can't wear it out much but he always put's it on in private

one day...little sunshine over here has to leave to the airport with the group for an overseas concert and he forgets to take off the damn necklace...

"WHO IS (y/i)?" stays are going wild online and trying to find out who it is

from now on, Felix is more careful but now everyone knows his secret :0

seungmin - bring affectionate in front of others

look, this boy is not very affectionate, much less in front of other people

he's a very 'behind closed doors' type of person

when it comes to you though...he's not afraid to show his affection

the first time you noticed it was when he first invited you to meet his member at the dorm for dinner and movie night

he picked you up and brought you inside

you greet all of the members but right afterwards, he immediately just starts to cling to you

he has a hand on your thigh during dinner and during some shot periods, he's actually straight up holding your hand while eating

the boys look at him like he's finally gone insane and you're looking at him with such a confused expression

finally, jeongin of all people, breaks the silence

"hyung? I know you like (y/n) a lot but you're not letting her eat by holding her hand."

his face goes red because he's been caught and he lets go of your hand, putting a low apology to you

when the movie portion of the night comes around, he insists on your sitting right on his lap but if you decline, he is sitting so close next to you that he's literally going to merge into your body

jeongin - sharing clothing/shopping with you

(cw: I know not everyone feels comfy with the idea of sharing clothes for whatever reason and it's totally valid so I made two different options here!)

as we all know, jeongin loves fashion and anything that has to do with it

it's only natural that he wants to involve you into his hobby!

he wants to dress you up all the time!

sometimes, he'll drag you to his room and start to pick items from his closet to replace what you're already wearing...

you have to glare at him so he won't change your whole outfit

he also loves to take you shopping!

he walks into every store with you and asks your opinion on everything because he knows you're actually the one wearing it so you have to like these items too!

shopping can be a very stressful and traumatic experience for some people (ME!)

he understands if this is the case for you and tries his best to give you all the time you need and not overwhelm you with trying too many things on at once and not showing you 101 options all at once

if you don't like how something fits, he will never pressure you to show him anyway

he also never pressures you to go shopping if you're not in the correct headspace for it

there is always assurance from him that no matter what, he loves the way you look in clothes you both pick together!

he also loves to take ootd pics of you and he lets you take his!

he def never pressures you to do this either if you don't wanna

his soft launch of you is a pick of your latest ootd together but your face has a cute little fox sticker over it :D

[bunji-enthusiast]

hiii lovely!! i was wondering if you could do lancelot x cupid!reader headcanons, which the reader is like one of the knights (like the Knight of Hatred/Love or smth like that, idk im not blessed w creativity😭) and she was like adopted by Meliodas and Elizabeth as an infant, so she grew up w Tristan. her cupid-ness was hidden cuz plot ykyk so yeahhhhh but revealed later

this is my first ever request as you can clearly tell😭 but i would be so grateful if you could do this!! no rush, no pressure, just take careee💕

Desiderium

Longing or missing something or someone.

No trouble at all! sorry for the wait my dear ^^ This is a very good request, you gave me a lot to work with so thank you <3

Content || specific details used to describe your cupidness, ooc lance?, generally fluffy with hints of angst (if you squint).

It was easy to know from a young age that you were in-fact the adoptive one out of the royal family of Liones, compared to your bother Tristan you were someone completely different--infallible even. That being someone you were not was easy, for the most part perhaps. In a way, you were something out of this world.

But it certainly went without saying, you were loved all the same. Tristan was truly like a brother to you, as you truly were a sibling to Tristan. Your mother and father, though not biological, treated you the same as Tristan. You all in all genuinely had a good childhood, and grew up to be quite strong. Though you were particularly envious of Tristan for his abilities, as they were something easy and simple to understand. You didn't have the same easiness, having to learn and build it quite literally from the ground up.

Then something even more happened, the knights of prophecy had been revealed. You were apart of the knights, the phrase used to identify your appearance and being?

A being with heart-like pupils, and you were exactly the one that was described. You knew right away that Tristan was a knight of prophecy, but you? what the hell could you do? you barely had a hold on your powers enough as it is. Plus, admittedly, you needed serious help with gaining control of your powers. But you had no idea how to do that without revealing some very personal aspects to you alone.

Though you grew up with Tristan, that meant you had known about Lancelot as well, as the two were always a bundling pair of boys whom always seemed to get into fights or banter. So you had decided to enlist Lancelot's help for training, as he seemed to know very well what he was doing. Far better then you alone actually.

Clash! 

“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help.” Lancelot grinned, flipping his grip on the hilt of the training sword. His teasing nature was incessantly repugnant at times, but you didn’t wear off, the spite only fueling you further. 

“Oh shut up,” You huffed, licking your chapped lips as you switched your stance. The sweat on your palms was making it harder for you to gain a proper grip on your sword, it was becoming increasingly annoying for how much you needed to keep up with the blonde boy standing in front of you. “The only reason I asked was so I could get better quicker.”

Clash! Clang!

You jumped back after your sword had made contact with his, taking the time to wipe the sweat from your forehead. Lancelot raised a brow, thinking back to your earlier comment; “Why though? You are one of the knights of prophecy like I am.”

“Why?” You repeated, mounting on the increasing strength of your speed to get in close, causing Lancelot to be caught off guard as he had dodged your attack nearly by a hair to deflect your sword off course with his own. He was wide-eyed for a brief moment, taking the time to re-adjust himself. 

The sword you held in your hand just moments ago fell right onto the ground, making you wince as you clutched your wrist. Lancelot was quick to hold out his hands in-case you had collapsed from exhaustion, but it had seemed he had no reason to do so. So he was quick to retract them as he had waited for you. 

“Ugh, sorry.” You barely let out, crouching on the ground and letting out a groan as you held your hand. Lancelot shook his head, getting closer to you as he checked over your body for any physical previous injuries–and otherwise checking your thoughts–and silently breathed a breath of relief that it didn’t seem to be completely serious. 

“I swear you're a dunce just like your brother sometimes.” Lancelot comments, shaking his head  as a brief-second of a deadpan expression washes over his features. 

You let out a low groan of protest, despite the insult–you grew up with Tristan in the first place, so that meant alot more similarities than you realized. Even if they weren’t physical similarities, “So what?”

“So, don’t push yourself.” He replies simply, “We all have to push past our limits, but that also means knowing when to stop when reaching your limits.” Lancelot said, nodding his head, though transitory. 

As much as he was an annoyance to you sometimes, admittedly you knew he was right as well. You had simply hated when he was right, you sighed in defeat. 

“Fine.” You grinned in chagrin, looking up, you noticed Lancelot held out a hand to help you get up. Reluctantly, you took his help and staggered to your feet. You winced for a moment, causing Lancelot to help steady you. 

“Take it easy.” Lancelot said, breaking the transience for a moment. You nodded in understanding, taking a moment to get a better standing on your own two feet. When you appeared to be looking better to stand on your own, Lancelot slowly let go of you, cautious to ensure you didn’t suddenly fall to the ground again. 

“Can we go again?” You asked, making Lancelot shoot you an incredulous glare. After a few seconds, he sighed and closed his eyes, tearing away his attention from you. 

“Take a break at least, then we’ll go.” He said, red piercing eyes striking your eyes for a moment. You nodded in agreement, going to a nearby stone platform available in the training arena. 

I need to get so much better at this! You thought earnestly to yourself.

Though ever since training with him, you almost swore that you could see an expression of worry in Lancelot's features. Or were you hallucinating? you were unsure, but you decided not to mull over it, otherwise it would've given you a headache.

You had otherwise had truly gotten a better handle on the way your abilities worked, though shapely reminiscent of a Cupid's bow like from some legend's across the land had made vague appearances in some of your techniques. You really didn't want to out yourself this way, so you reeled in the use of some of your abilities and hoped that you weren't going to be noticed.

Being a knight of prophecy had thrusted you into the spotlight far more than you warranted it to be, but upon further study you had realized that you were the knight of Ambivalence. A thin line wrought in the depths of humanity, a truly chaotic means of a trait fundamental to the behaviors of every and all living beings.

Oh, how ironic. You really hated that so much.

This had pointed out truly a vague future that you were panicky about, unsure of truly. Somewhat however, you had shared the same sentiments with Percival, a fellow knight of prophecy. You really hated that your destiny was decided for you, that you would one day be one of the knights to wreak havoc about the earth and destroy the world?

Hell no.

Even if you couldn't steer away from the path you were forced to set out on, you could simply enforce more of your own goodness before the dark eventually encroaches the near end of the horizon.

And one could only hope that you could do enough to help the end result.

"Thank you, I am indebted!" The woman said, shaking from the previous events of the attacks. You only shook your head with a forlorn smile, merely shaking your hands in return as her hands had held your own. 

The reason for the worry and near-shaking however, was something you wished for no one to ever experience. 

You had been assigned to an outpost, a region nestled between the borders of Edinburgh and Liones. On the orders of your fa–the king, you had been keeping a close eye on things due to reports of massive wildebeests and even mountain wolves who’s aggression seemed to be transformed to a maximum. Though you never had really expected wildebeests to be aggressive, mountain wolves sure, but wildebeests? They were normally peaceful animals. 

Upon further search and even a few more days, you began to realize that it was the work of someone who seemed to have very malicious intentions. But you had narrowed it down many times, you know it wasn’t anyone from Edinburgh despite the problems that had befallen your family a few years back, it wasn’t anyone else bordering Liones. So who could’ve gone so far to commit such horrible acts?

That was something you have been trying to figure out, but it was for now that you were simply helping out traveling merchants and families trying to get from one place to next. 

After helping the woman, and sending her on her way, you trudge back toward the outpost since you couldn’t sense anything else. Making you sigh in exhaustion at how much you had been constantly working yourself to the bone, “I wonder how’s Tristan doing?” You muttered to yourself. 

You paused for a moment, waiting as if anyone was going to appear right after that sentence. But there wasn’t anyone, allowing you to sigh in relief as you opened the door to the backside of the outpost tower. 

Though you noticed there was a bird flapping right outside the tower window the moment you had clambered back up to your room, though temporary in the time you’ve been staying here. You wondered why there was one, but you noticed soon enough when you had opened the window and allowed the bird in. 

There was a letter, wrapped in a red-silk lining pressed with the insignia of Liones. Most likely it was either your mother that sent it, or your father. 

You took the letter gently from its legs, murmuring a soft thanks as the bird flaps back the way from whence it came. You trudged over to your desk, which was messy by royal standards, considering the amount of paper strewn across the wooden surface. You sighed, sitting down in the chair and swiping the papers to make room for the letter. 

As you had unfurled the paper from the confines of the red-silk lining, surprise slowly began to make its way into your features. 

The more you looked, the more you realized the writing belonged to Lancelot. 

“Hey [Name],

I’m pretty sure you're surprised and I wish I could see the look on your face, but I asked Tristan to send it from Liones.

I would’ve sent a much quicker means of communication but I would’ve scared you, so this was easier to do. 

Anyway, I hope you're doing alright. Must be pretty lonely without company right?”

You scoffed, shaking your head, “I can do just fine, especially without you dumbass.” You muttered to yourself, a grin slowly crawling on your face without your realization as you continued reading his letter. 

“I've done a lot of stuff lately because of the whole knights of apocalypse thing, but it’s honestly pretty boring without you here.

But you know you shouldn’t have to beat yourself up about being a knight of prophecy right? 

I know it kinda sucks, but you learn to live with it. 

At least I did, but you don’t have to hate yourself over it. I really hate it when you do.

See you, 

                                      — Lancelot.”

You blinked dumbly in stout surprise, did he actually know about all that? Supposedly, you didn’t necessarily hate being a Holy Knight. But it was being part of something that would evidently result in you somehow destroying a better part of a world, that was something you absolutely wanted no part of. 

Fighting and protecting was something normal to you, as for every person who took up arms with their swords. Destroying was something entirely different, and there wasn’t a single bone in your body that you could muster to actually commit such an act. 

Maybe, maybe not.

Trying to reign in and control the festering cesspit of emotions and deal with what was required of you at the same time was beginning to bring in some sort of difficulty, and you just didn't want to know why. Emotions wrought you a difficulty you did not want to face, especially considering your line of work as a knight of prophecy. You sincerely hated it.

Bearing the title was something you never wanted to do in the first place anyhow, so just how were you expected to keep up with; Tristan, Lancelot, Percival, and Gawain. The four of them were far better and more ahead of you in terms of strength, and agility, especially power too.

On top of it all, you had also bore the qualities of a cupid. Which you had many times over had to shrug off the thought whenever someone had brought it up aloud, you never really liked them anyway. But it made you question who your biological parents really were.

Sometimes, you really were envious of the relationships between others that you have seen; romantic or platonic. You really had yearned for something like that, yet you had been left at a stand-still because of the times you had refused to build a bond with Tristan or either of your adoptive parents.

"This is so stupid." You groaned lowly, Tristan lightly patted your back with a weak yet reassuring grin. He really was trying his best to help you ease into meeting with the king, but it was his father, not really yours. Your heart wrenched deeply at the thought, you knew fully what you thought about it, but you hadn’t thought about anything in your adoptive father’s perspective.

“It’ll be fine!” He said, leading you along the castle hallways. 

“You sure? Cause the last thing I said to dad was pretty…” You trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh. “Nasty.”

He shrugged, “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think, Dad’s always been pretty easy going. Even after arguments.” Tristan mentioned, stepping ahead for a moment. You could only nod your head with a relenting shrug. 

The memory still stung pretty harshly in mind. 

“Are you kidding me?” You shouted, slamming your hand on the war-room table. Your brow was raised in disbelief as you casted an incredulous glare at the short-blonde king that was your adoptive father, as always, he remained unmoving. You groaned, your eyes shutting for a moment before you casted another glare once again. 

You threw up your hands, “There’s no way I can figure this out, can’t you send someone else to do it?” You asked, your shapely heart eyes shining in a pleading manner. Meliodas only shook his head, chuckling warmly. 

“The guards are pretty spread out thin, and most of the holy knights are on recon missions right now.” He informed you, tapping his pointer finger accordingly to each location mentioned on the map. “Your mission, should you find out anything useful could garner great help to us.” He said, his expression displayed that of seriousness. He seriously wasn’t kidding. 

“Ugh, fine. Sometimes I really hate you.”

And with that echoing, you simply left the room without lingering to set out for your mission to reach the outpost.

You don't know why, why you did what you did or said. Maybe it was an emotional insecurity, maybe a mood swing. But the last thing you wanted to do was face your adoptive father, the king. You don't know if it sounded particularly bad, but your view of family had shifted quite a lot.

Even while growing up, you've heard whispers, things that made your beaming expression falter even just for a brief moment. Things turned your view around, and no matter how much you simply didn't

The meeting went well, which was one of the biggest relief of air of air for you. But you couldn't get out of your mind the way your adoptive father had looked at you, or Tristan for the matter. It had seemed everyone was tense and high on guard, especially Lady Thetis, whom you are very good friends with outside the knights of apocalypse.

Briefly, you scanned the room, and for an unseeing moment-your eyes locked with his.

Your brows furrowed, yet his never tore away for a moment. The things soon-to-be said in this very room was something you were not excited to hear about in the first place.

'Can we really do this?' you thought to yourself, letting out a sigh. tearing your eyes away from strikingly red ones.

'It's gonna be a lot easier than you realize, I promise you.'

[ellecdc]

babe I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT MEAN TO PRESSURE YOU BUT IM GOING FERAL WAITING FOR THE NEXT PART OF AMWAP CAN WE GET A LITTLE SNIPPET IF YOUVE WRITTEN SMTH 🥺

ALSO ALSO I LOVE ALL OF THE NEW WORKS YOUVE PUT OUT I WAS DEAD ON TUMBLR FOR LIKE THREE MONTHS AHHHHHHH YOURE SO CREATIVE AND TALENTED GOD BLESS YOU AHHH

Also can I see birdie 🥺

Ok I will say yes (to both) but then I’m gonna post a little AMWAP psa if that’s okay ��️‍🩹

I am honestly so honoured and grateful that so many people have become as invested in AMWAP as they are - I think that’s honestly both the highest praise and the biggest goal for any writer on this app. I’m admittedly in a tight spot right now and am working through personal things, but this fic in particular has been bothering me for a while which is why it is on a temporary hiatus. It has been on hiatus for a while and will remain on hiatus until it’s complete.

As grateful as I am that everyone loves it so much, I haven’t been enjoying writing it lately which then concerns me when I have written something because I honestly cannot tell if it’s good - that being said, it causes me a lot of anxiety to receive asks about it because I’m horrified at the idea of disappointing you all (this isn’t about you, anon, I get asked about AMWAP a LOT) and it makes me want to trash the whole thing because I’d honestly rather not write it at all than ruin something beautiful that people love

So, I am working on it. I have it mapped out in my head, and I will eventually write it, but I ask if perhaps we can refrain from asking for updates/when i think i might post the next part because it honestly makes me nauseous

I feel like an absolute ass even setting this boundary and I really hope I don’t offend anyone - I’m struggling emotionally, August is a very hard month for me with a traumatic anniversary approaching, and there has been family drama for me recently with people popping up from my past, so please be patient with me

Thank you all for your understanding, and here is birdie as promised with her bandana of the day ❤️‍🩹

Thank you for your sweet words and praises, and thank you all for being here with me 🫶

[zumicho]

💞 but really I just want to know what you think of ur mutuals ^^

anon. look what u made me do.

ask game

💞 : @ your favorite blog

if you weren’t on this list know I love you !! I just have bad memory <3 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER !!

@causenessus was the first mutual on this blog I actually talked to / interacted with and her tags for white denim overalls really solidified the fact that I wanted to be part of this community <3 ily ness !!!! anon you didn’t ask but I’m going to list my favorite works from these people too lol

new grounds I think about every 4 business days, and how they comfort you (I’m definitely biased) is so well written and heartfelt !!

@mitskicain is cheating in this thread bc she’s my irl but also quite literally my favorite person alive even tho she NEVER REPLIES WITHIN THE SAME DAY (stuck up, I know) — and if ur into ken sato she’s a great pick !! she has some haikyuu works coming soon too <3

@mollyrolls . the barney to my ted. i love her so bad u guys have no idea I miss her whenever she’s not on here n I’m so grateful they exist </3 molly if u see this u didn’t read that. i hate you i hate you i hate you I hate you hey cupid! is my favorite rendition? version? take..?? on iwa on this app (I’ve said that already) & all shades of blue is criminally underrated

I CAN TELL THIS IS GOING TO BE AN INSANELY LONG POST IM SO SORRY 💔💔💔💔💔

@nectardaddy is an incredible writer and person all around I still can’t fathom that they’re in my dms. dodger u are insane and i love u

88 ford is a well known obsession of mine !! if dodger is the president of the ‘GET UP’ / down bad club consider me the vice president. OH AND IM SO EXCITED FOR I HATE YOUR GUTS

@sweetfushi , the akaashi to my bokuto — sweetest person ever, is one of my only jjk moots and put me onto the show itself 😭🤍 I can’t pick a specific favorite but the way she writes nanami is perfect to me !!! there’s also mha and haikyuu on her page go take a look <3

@kuroppiii RO. THE PATRICK TO MY ART. my favorite film freak on this app. they have a challengers inspired miya twins fic that takes up 90% of the space in my brain. if u don’t go read right NOWWW I’m coming for u and ur family

@sandwhitches IS SOOO FUCKING UNDERRATED her smau dedication is everything. PLUS MY TWIN FLAME HELLO I LOVE U MITCH !!! ur humor is top tier and I’ve never clicked with anyone as quick as I have with you ugh — read on sight or it’s on sight 💥👊

@guitarstringed-scars I haven’t interacted with u as much as I’d wish to but MO UR SO COOL !!! ur movie taste is everything to me and raven’s eye diner is such a creative piece of work and so so fun to read ,, I have to sit down and grab a snack whenever I do

@cr4yolaas is legendary for making mezzo forte I owe u my life rye. I’m so serious rn I was hooked from blue spring (which I still haven’t finished bc i don’t want it to end rip) and I’ll be staying a fan forever!! ur blog is a blessing to this community

@/yenonoff is on a hiatus and I don’t want to bother her but she’s a great rec if u like haikyuu AND eye candy when u read. her blog is just so nice to look at and i miss her terribly

not being on this does NOT mean I don’t like u pleaaaase know I love all of my mutuals dearly n cherish every interaction I have with u all

[gallapiech]

im held hostage to do this tag game

thank u @spookygingerr for making this week's tag game heeeheeee and thank you @lingy910y @sleepyheadgallavich & @creepkinginc for tagging me!

favourite nickname someone gave you: NOT GREG. hm, maybe Fernsie? People usually just call me Pie lol.

favourite thing in your room/house: my computer :3c

your favourite thing about a friend/partner/family member: the joking jokester you make me laugh so much for the next challenge we will be painting using mythica's blood

what is something you’re grateful for today? The people who ordered a keychain :)

what’s your favourite thing about this fandom? The creativity!!!!!

if one song could describe your day today, what would it be? I'm so ass at doing these kind of things uhhh

pick one of your pocket pals and tell them something you admire about them: I'm gonna do this one a little differently, and use it for my tags at the same time!

@ian-galagher I admire the fact that despite also being Dutch you still haven't come to my house and beaten the ever loving shit out of me, yet. ♥ Also the Africa fic is so good I love it and you.

@lee-ow ur ok ig.

@deathclassic Molllyyy I always get excited when our paths cross! I admire your work ethic because I would've exploded 100 times already if I had the same work hours that you do LOL.

@thepupperino I love talking to you sooo much omg! I manifest you having insomnia every morning just so I can catch you in the discord server :) Also your stories are always so crazy and amazing oh my god.

@deedala I love it whenever we struggle at trivia together <3 What's the dps number of the shit toilet in fallout 4? hint: 0 vowels @doshiart I admire your dedication to art so much!!! Your art is so fucking good and I love your backgrounds and rendering I got much to learn from you.

@roryonic I admire your work ethic and I love your fics sooo much, your dry sense of humor is also very funny. @jrooc Your big sister energy is ooffff the charts Jess I love talking to you and I always feel like you give me a safe space. Also your writing is bomb dot com I eat all your words up. @heymacy YOUR GIFS AHHHH tyheyre so amazing macy, I also love it whenever I can catch you in the server. I always feel like you bring the sun with you wherever you go. @transmurderbug Sky I love talking to you, seeing you fail so miserably with the snail race commands and then giving up. I can't wait to hang out again next netflix n chill.

I can go on forever so I'll force myself to stop here, LOL. If I didn't mention you then you probably already tagged me :3, or I'm too lazy to add you but i still see u and appreciate u muah muah muah

[marleysfinest]

i hope that i am not late for the lovefest and even if i am i have snacks and copious amounts of alcohol so PLEASEEEEEEE let me in!!! pelase please oewijaflsijdfasdjf

okay anyway i love that you're doing this to begin with, it speaks to how wonderful you are so let's kick things off with the woman of honor - you!

muva marley, you are one of a kind in the most spectacular of ways. your heart is enormous. i would trust you with my keys, my banking app password, my social security number, my life...anything. you have a heart of solid gold and we are all better because we get to benefit from being around you. seeing the way you love your family, your friends, all the compassion you give, it makes me want to be a better person and i'm sure i'm far from the only one. as beautiful on the inside as you are out. i love you! so much! thank you for being in my life <333

and now i have a few more people i'd like to mention, i apologize for the length of this ask in advance:

@wyvernslovecake - oh cas, your inner light shines so bright. you are hilarious and clever and just an all around outstanding human being and it's my privilege to get to call you a friend. we went from anonymously talking about papa reiner (long may he live....) and grimmjow to now having the friendship we do and i'm so grateful. thank you for the fun! thank you for the laughter!

@sailorspica - we were destined to cross paths and i know it because how else would i find a fellow pisces with the best taste in toxic old men and music both? nowhere but here. it's so fortunate that we met here where we can truly match each other's freak. and as for that houseboat? i think we should. i think we could be like mob and reigen but somehow even better.

@quiveringdeer - nat! you have been with me for the full two years i've been here and while we've both come and gone and had our struggles and triumphs and time off and here both, it's like coming home to get to talk to you when i do. i truly feel rejuvenated even if it's just a short little back and forth about life and whatever. you have the biggest heart and the best vibes and i hope you know that about yourself and believe it.

@bloompompom bloomy wooms where do i begin?!!!!! you are the most beautiful soul! your heart is so big! you are creative and hilarious and so down to earth. you're the person i know i could get coffee but also tell my tragic life story to and be met with empathy and wit and something to carry with me after the convo is over and we've parted ways. you are a star! spectacular! i love you!!!

@ssslime - my home state mate <333 every time i think of you i get this fond little warmth in my chest because you are so good. inside and out, just good to your bones. thank you for being the most honest, kind, and hilarious person out there.

@pavloves-dog - the human equivalent of sunshine to be sure. you are supportive. you are intelligent and so funny and so easy to talk to. you have so much wisdom and im proud of you and proud to know you!!! thank u for being my friend and for being yourself

@p00pdev1l - jazz!!!! you are the best!!! never has a presence been mourned more than when you left and when you returned it was like the gates of heaven opened and granted us an angel again. just a person we should all aspire to be more like because you're grounded and patient and good to everyone and just ugh. thank u!!!! for returning to us

@daryascurse - what if we...held hands and kissed...what then...LSDFLSJDFJSDF but also hiiiii <333 you are awesome. beautiful, bold, talented, gonna change the world and probably pretty effortlessly although your work ethic is also beyond admirable. like idk how i even stumbled upon the luck that gave me the opportunity to have you in my life but i won't complain.

@neiptune - oh v!!!! oh beloved! you have the biggest heart and you do so much just by being yourself. you have a healing presence and i know that's a lot of pressure to have as a person but you wear it well and you are just wonderful. thank you for being in my life <3

@pisspope - genuinely the most clever and creative person i've ever met. you are a riot and i love the way you see the world and other people and i admire it very much. you see everyone for exactly who they are, no projections or frills, and i love love love that. you are awesome.

and finally, my belovedest @blondeboyfriend <333 tbh i don't even think i'd still be part of this community if it weren't for finn. like sometimes in life you meet a person that like completely changes things for you and even if we don't talk every single day, finn is that person for me. i love you and i'm so grateful we exist at the same time and someday we will indeed enjoy our creamsicles together watching a sunset.

okay that's all for me they're playing me off! i love everyone! i love you guys soooo much!!!!

we got KENDY in here with the luv!!!!!!!!!!! I love u so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!

spread the love with muvva's feel good 500!

[ynkasflesh]

going to trauma dump rq but also give some thanks

being the only child, whilst being disconnected with one side of my family, and the other majority being in nigeria, has genuinely felt very lonely growing up. i think i have struggled so much with companionship, trusting people, and knowing how to maintain relationships. i feel like i’m at a stage in my life where i feel like i spent so much of my childhood surrounded by adults, subconsciously i behaved like an adult. but in my adulthood i feel myself regressing, and being more childlike, and wanting to be around people who allow me to be fun, creative, and free, simply because i haven’t had the chance to feel like that for so long. my boyfriends family is so big and has more younger people in it than old. I love them so much. being around all the children feels so free, being around his cousins that are the same age as us feels so calm. i love it, and im so grateful for him, and his family.

[exnihilo-comic]

Two Years

today marks two years of ex nihilo.

much of the last year was eaten up by me and my family moving, which took a lot of time, money, creativity and energy out of me to draw comics as regularly as i'd like. but, im happy i finally moved, and im happy with the past year of drawing.

"getaway" was the big project last year. despite having very little feedback, im happy that most people who gave any did so positively. i had that idea in my head for more than a decade, predating this comic. personally, i think its a rushed mess that has very poor pacing, but the biggest reason i even started it was to prove to myself that i could finish it. along the way it taught me very (VERY) basic photo editing and coloring skills, and im very happy with how the lines and the colors came out.

from now on i want to shift all drawings to be only two main colors of pixels, black and white, as seen here also. though i do appreciate how smudgy and inky my pen makes my comics look, i dont think anything is really lost.

though im somewhat lacking in creativity for regular one-sheet comics, i know ill be making them as i get bursts of ideas or simple dialogue exchanges. right now i have a big idea swimming in my head for a bigger longform comic, about zero and an existential crisis (with eldritch horror mixed in).

im really grateful to all the new friends ive made along the way, all of you, whether here or on discord. if youve resonated with anything ive put on paper, thank you for your support.

<3

[retrowave-racer]

Coaster Maynia 2024 Day 31 - Your Choice - STORM CHASER

“Many who know Spencer J. Spud are aware he is quite the character. He often was a bit much for some people, many finding him annoying, egotistical, or a bit too boastful and in your face. Many would be shocked to know that Spencer himself found himself often annoyed by his cousin, Sylvester, a quirky off the walls horror fanatic that had a whole performance personality based off a horror franchise. Being a horror fanatic himself, Spencer found Sylvester not nearly as creative and original, and found his style of performance annoying and grating. But the pair was absolutely in their minds, eclipsed by their other cousin, Chase Paulton, a fearless storm Chaser that drove his practically in pieces pick up truck into active storms and tornadoes. His cousins are convinced he was affected by the anomalies in a way that gave him invulnerability, or maybe he just had dumb luck, as he was never harmed in any of these storm chasing outings. It again, amused on lookers that someone could be even more of a show stopper than Spencer, to a point they annoyed the infamous lime light resident.”

Been done with this lad for ages, but was very busy this past week in general, thus the all over the place behind posting of the rest of coaster Maynia! I think for next year, I want to try and queue up my posts to release on specific days! I know for next time now. I hope everyone has enjoyed this year…so far! I am slowly but surely working on some big pieces for the best of list. And yes…Mr. S bday art this year is going to be late, Im sorry Spencer please don’t be too angry! Im sure you can forgive me for drawing your cousin Chase first right? Aha. I’ve had the idea for this guy for ages! I have sort of had this ongoing joke that Spencer has a big family with a massive cast of cousins, all of which manage to sort of outdo his level of showmanship, to his annoyance!

@coastermaynia

[coven-of-genesis]

Hello! I saw your post about body affirmations, and I realized a handful of them have an assumed "able-bodied" view. Is there any chance you could also create one that focuses on disabled body affirmations?

Thank you so much for reaching out! Im so sorry i didn't make a post sooner. I hope you enjoy this post, have the most beautiful & blessed day. x

Affirmations for people with disabilities

My disability does not define me; I am a unique and valuable individual.

I am capable of achieving great things and making a positive impact in the world.

My challenges only make me stronger and more resilient.

I embrace my abilities and adaptability, finding creative solutions to any obstacles I encounter.

I am deserving of love, respect, and acceptance just as I am.

My worth is not determined by societal norms or expectations; I am inherently valuable.

I am surrounded by a supportive community that recognizes and celebrates my strengths.

I am entitled to accessibility and equal opportunities in all aspects of life.

I am not alone in my experiences; there are others who understand and share similar journeys.

I am a source of inspiration and empowerment for others, regardless of my disabilities.

My disability does not make me any less deserving of happiness and fulfillment.

I am worthy of self-care and prioritizing my well-being.

I am grateful for the unique perspective and insights that my disability has given me.

I am an advocate for disability rights and inclusion, making a difference in the lives of others.

I choose to focus on what I can do rather than what I cannot do.

I am surrounded by love and support from friends, family, and my community.

I am resilient and have overcome many challenges in my life.

My disability is a part of me, but it does not limit my potential or define my future.

I celebrate the progress I have made and acknowledge my achievements, big and small.

I am an important and valued member of society, contributing my unique talents and abilities.

Remember to adapt these affirmations to resonate with your personal experiences and journey. Not all of these affirmations will relate to you and that's okay! just use the ones that do and incorporate your own spin on these. They are meant to empower and uplift you, reminding you of your strength and worthiness. ❤️

[wolfpawzjakey]

The posthumous child Jercy with fem!Percy.

She was born at 12 o'clock and 32 minutes at night, she is small and fragile with a loud voice, the midwife carefully passes the baby to her assistant to examine and wash her. Sephis under the influence of a powerful sedative-analgesic mixture, but she understands everything anyway and cries. Tears have become a part of her nature, if she were a nymph and not a demigod, she would have turned into a river long ago. their daughter has just been born, their little girl is here, she still feels the pain of giving birth to her daughter and will take her in her arms very soon. But Jason is not here, he does not hold her hand, does not look at their daughter with tears of joy in his eyes, does not hold her hand and does not tell how much he loves her and how happy he is... Jason is dead, he will never meet their daughter, their girl never had a chance to meet her father, and Sephis will be her only parent. The tears are scalding cold on her hot cheeks and she feels especially acutely the abyss in her heart. When her baby girl is placed on her chest, she feels a searing warmth developing inside her. She has lush honey feathers on her head, a rare scattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, but most importantly her eyes, her eyes, are bright piercing, blue, blue, like electricity, like lightning, like the most beautiful thing that ever existed. Doris Lou Jackson looks like Jason and she has his eyes. She presses her lips to the top of their gorgeous daughter's head and cries, mourning their family that was doomed from the very beginning.

Anon plz, ur harming me.

Im not such a fem!Percy Jercy kinda guy (most just cause I’ve never read it or thought about it) but like, the concept as a whole is just like sad and damned.

The exhaustion of losing the most important your life and being another into the world is like living life of this constantly grating and testing seesaw that’s unforgiving in pace. One side of you is now needing to live again because you have this little life that is in your hands now, but the other side is still lost in the grief of losing your other half.

Percy going through this is like kryptonite to me. Percy has been one of my favorites since I was in elementary school and since my creative bones have woken up, making him sad is a hobby. “Fixing” him through bittersweet means like this is torturous but also so fulfilling if you get what I mean?

For your concept, I imagine it would be a daily struggle for Percy. Everyday with a little bundle who makes her struggle with emotions and exhaustion in a way that taxes her more than depression already did pushes her to near exceeding limits everyday, but their little look alike also manages to heal still raw wounds. Even on the worst of days, their baby manages to fix something small within him, to allow some light to crack through that thick darkness that built up after Jason died. The darkness never fully goes away, but for their little one, it ceases to control every aspect of her life.

Huge disclaimer that kids shouldn’t be used as objects of “healing” but there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that kids can heal broken parts of us. I love writings with babies and kids just being exactly what they are and their gardians just being like “wow, I really have to change myself for this kid because I just love them so much. I never thought I could find happiness like this again, blah blah blah” it’s so AAAAAAAA

Thank you for the food anon 🤲🏻🤲🏻

[aidanchaser]

I didnt get into the grad program i wanted so im just gonna occasionally post the essays that werent good enough

There’s a picture of my mother standing on the Santa Monica pier when she was in her twenties that startles me every time I see it. “I don’t remember that,” I think to myself, and then recall that it is not a picture of me at all. 

 Like my great-grandmother washing out linens to be reused monthly, like my grandmother folding aluminum foil during the Depression, like my mother recovering old chairs in new threads, I, too, am the roots of something old remade into new growth. I am the recycled blood and bones of those who came before me.

There are many threads that tie the women of my family together, and education is perhaps one of the strongest. Teaching and learning is practically engraved into my DNA sequence. My great-grandmother taught elementary school. My grandmother taught art. My mother teaches all grades, all subjects. And now I, despite swearing as a child that I would never become a teacher, teach reading and writing.

But it isn’t just teaching that my family values. My mother and father both pursued higher degrees while my sisters and I were young. Family dinners were debates more than they were conversations. I was expected as a child to both finish my lima beans and explain my reasoning. It feels inevitable, really, that I keep returning to school no matter how hard I try to leave it.

When it came time to pursue education on my terms, beyond the requirements of high school, I knew that my path would have to be creative. I began in English, ended up in Film, and after a brief period of wandering, went back to school to study education. Like any good wanderer, I struggled to decide what to teach. I looked at programs in Ireland for film; I reviewed my art portfolio for submission; I studied for history and English exams; I studied linguistic terms late into the night.

Though I settled in English, it never felt inevitable. I have been a storyteller since I was four years old, putting together a drama amongst my stuffed animals that would rival Days of Our Lives plot twists—forbidden marriages, illicit affairs, runaway teens—but I love film and history as much as I love books, and for just the same reasons. Art and history reflect humanity in all its intricacies and complexities. Writing is just one way those stories can be told, and it is the art form that I have loved the longest. 

I’ve been reading since I was about two years old. My parents joke that they taught me the alphabet and its sounds and I was a lost cause after that. First it was books about animals, then mysteries, then fantastical adventures. I sought out stories of wonder and danger, stories where outcasts triumphed over rigid societies and righted the wrongs of their ancestors. 

As grateful as I am for my inheritance, for the love of learning that has been bred into me, there are parts of my inheritance that I am still struggling to extricate myself from. 

When I was fifteen, I realized that I was a lesbian. I didn’t know all that it meant, but I knew enough to keep my mouth shut about it. Keeping my mouth shut, though, wasn’t truly enough. It didn’t stop the letters from my grandmother when she found out that I was a bridesmaid in a lesbian wedding, warning me that my soul was in danger. It didn’t stop my mother from commenting that my childhood friends, who were now a lovely pair of brides, “Of course would still be welcome at our home, though we couldn’t attend their wedding if we were invited.” Notably, my mother was not invited.

Though there are days where it feels hard to breathe—and while I believe there will always be those days—stories are the things that have saved my life. It was the story of a young man sitting in a tea parlor with his grandmother, reminding him of how people will look at him if they knew he was gay that gave me courage to reply to my grandmother’s letters, at least insisting that I knew where I belonged even if I couldn’t tell her the truth of who I am. It was the story of a young woman coming out to her mother as a bisexual for the first time and that awkward conversations that at least allowed me to tell my mother with confidence that I wasn’t going to get married, even though I couldn’t quite tell her why.

I am still picking away at the structures I have been born into, but writing stories has been a blissful escape and a glimmer of hope. Since I was four years old, making up dramas about my stuffed animals, until today, reviewing a friend’s notes on a short story over my morning coffee, I have been telling my own stories and struggling to make order out of the complexities of living.

As I process the good and the bad that I have been born with, and that I have cultivated in myself, I am still learning how to be fully myself and to fully love myself. Right now, reading has helped me be okay with who I am. But I am tired of penciling my grief into the margins of others’ stories. I want to give back. I want to tell stories that give others the courage that I needed. It’s my earnest hope that this program will provide me with the tools I need to refine my craft and share those polished stories with others.

[soccerpunching]

Let me introduce you to my beady-eyed son (oc)!! (totally was not from a dbz fic)

Arai Yori!

But look at Mammon's (@honeycrashed) drawing of him too first!! (I am so so grateful for this oh my god!!) He's just a silly guy!!

Arai Yori Profile:

Pronouns: he/they (experimenting w others) Gender: transboy (intersex) Age: 13 (1 year after inazuma eleven go) Nationality: Japanese and about 1/4 Filipino but knows the language because his mother was fluent. Position: Defending Midfielder Likes: - Food: Kakanin, sushi, mochi, everything with their texture - Things: putting on fake whiskers (there was no option for that in the picrew), soccer, anime, cats, dogs, small animals, that ear thing that he puts on his hair, being chronically online, online shopping, shouting random things in the field to confuse his opponents, shinsuke-senpai!! Dislikes: online trolls, tsurugi-senpai (or so he says) Other: Have light sensitivity. Have done irreparable damage to his serious opponents by being goofy. They're not actually good with techniques but has amazing stamina and an unconventional creative streak. Born with pink hair (and hates it) and dyes it purple. An above average actor. Curses in censored Filipino (pusang gala! anak ng kabayo! etc)

Yori will be the main character in my Kaleidoscope fanfiction set one year after inazuma eleven go!

More Details about the character:

Yori and his mother are family friends of the Gouenjis.

Yori was one the SEEDs from fifth sector that was freed in the movie. They found out that their mother died during their time there.

Through Gouenji's recommendation, Yori is now in the process of being adopted by Kidou.

Yori is the actor for Shishido for the new series called "Inazuma Eleven" by Director Kageno, it's a show based on their story. He meets the now detective Shishido in the set sometimes because Shishido likes visiting Kageno and her husband (Kageno is transfemme here). [Shishido is also half-Filipino in the story]

Tsurugi is not aware of Yori's existence until he enrolled in Raimon. He has no idea he has gripes with him also.

Yori will be in Raimon's second team but is a big fan of the first team (except for Tsurugi, he's just a little hater of his im so sorry)

More details about Kaleidoscope here!

[dylstah]

hiii there. i’m Dylan (22). i’ve always been dislikeful of my name since i was younger and i had some resentment for my parents for giving me such a silly name. that might tell you all you need to know about me. i’ve gotten use to being called dyl or even dyl dyl by my little cousins so it’s starting to grow on me. perhaps one day ill change my name to something more magnificent, but for now i’m okay with being me. since late of last year, i’ve been going through the hardest depression of my life. things i could only imagine in my nightmares came to reality. my godfather (42) took his own life, my girlfriend (22) and i broke up, i lost my job, i dropped out of uni-yadayadaya. i was honestly so lost before any of that stuff happened but what tipped the scale with my mental health was my own negative thoughts about myself. i know some of the people around me might’ve seen a change in my personality which has affected some of my relationships that are now so far gone it’s too late to repair. oh well. i think low self esteem effects a lot of people that don’t really talk about it but i’ve seen a lot on social media to understand just how much. i’m lucky to be living in an era with so much information i can literally google anything and find it, though sometimes it does get overwhelming. despite my midlife crisis, i’m still here. most days i sleep in because im dreaming about her. i rock up late for work (family business). if i’m not tired, which i am most of the time, i’ll go to the gym. come home and sit at my desk. play some games, make some music. go to bed. wake up and do it all again. i don’t know if i’m still depressed but i think i’ve reached the acceptance stage of grieving so much. what helps is knowing that whoever is no longer with us is resting in a better place thanks to God. i’m grateful for my family and friends for being so supportive of me. the amount of love from them is unparalleled. whether it be professionally, creatively or even spiritually, i know they’ll believe in whatever i do. as long as i’m still managing to wake up everyday and hopefully live out my dreams, i’ll be okay. love, D

[flojouno]

now i’m thinking about hair. i never had black friends growing up. didn’t have a black classmate until freshman of high school, then moved to a different school with no black students in sophomore year. hell i didn’t even have black online friends. now i have more black online friends (i don’t leave the house so black irls is tricky) and even THEN im not very close to them.

so my experience with my blackness has been centered by my family. my dads side is the worst cause my grandma hated black hair (given she grew up when our hair was called nappy and messy). she always complained when i wore it naturally. insulted me and constantly questioned when i’d get it “fixed”. my mom is from the islands so she appreciates it. she doesn’t understand how americans do their afros tho (she kinda just wets the hair and add oil and call it a day. no shaping or anything). i think my sister and cousin are the only ones who know how to take care of our hair! they both keep theirs really short.

i really like color and longer hair. i despise wearing wigs and weaves aren’t for me. it’s either dying my natural hair or braided extensions/other styles like locs or twists etc. i prolly do have more options but my mom does my hair.

it’s so fascinating to think about how other people get their hair done. friends always tell me about how they got their hair cut, dyed and fixed up in salons and barbers. it’s so fascinating and it’s like. a few hour process!! or less!! mine is like a whole weekend thing. never is a one day thing. never. cut the braids shorter, take the braids out, detangle then wash well, and prepare to braid. that alone takes most the day for me. plus my mom does it alone 9/10 of the time. she works on her feet all day so she needs more breaks, we don’t have good spots to have us both sitting while she does it, and taking out my own hair is awful and nearly impossible. do you know how tiring it is to fiddle with the top of your head for hours? that’s a whole workout right there! i can only do so much!

by the time my hair is washed and detangled again i’m exhausted. so is my mom. we usually continue it for the next day. preparing my hair and then braiding. i never learned to braid when i was younger so learning now isn’t ideal on my own head. but my mom and sister help which im so grateful for. i used to be so tender headed when i was little but my mom stopped yanking my hair as hard and now i can handle it better. a lot of my memories are sitting in the chair in front of my mom, me sleeping or on my laptop/listening to music on my phone, while my mom watches her shows. i have thick tight curls and my hair is getting longer each time i take out my braids (which is good since my hair had grown super slow my whole life. i blame all the relaxing and straightening). so getting each braid in is hell.

of course it’s also being braided with the fake hair. whatever color i wanted, and now im getting more creative with the styles! making bangs or putting beads or leaving the ends open or braiding all the way down with charms and stuff. it’s the best way i can do to express myself! it’s my hair! it takes time and effort and work to get my hair done. i’m stuck with it for a while so i better like how it ends! having my hair braided makes my life so much easier, especially since i’ve had depression since 10 years old. it’s been a struggle to take care of myself at all, so having the huge HUGE possibility of my hair getting knotted and matted and dirty was also right around the corner. braiding has been my savior.

not sure what this post is but i like talking about my hair :3 don’t get a lot of chances too. i never realized how much my hair means to me.