#Live laugh love Frida

[inky-evergreen]

Here's my redesign of Frida that's apart of my version/rewrite of the reboot. Frida is definitely one of my favorites out of the gen 2 clones buts it's sad that she doesn't have that much development and personality. Like you can describe the other clones personality in much more detail that Frida's which sucks. Like she doesn't really have that much flaws and flaws are basically a staple in clone high character so it just feels like the writers didn't really try hard. And the only times they really focused on her character are episode 2 and 8 from season 3 which breaks my heart as a Frida fan.So she's probably one I change the most(?). I just want to give her justice and give her the same appeal that the others clone have.So here's some info about my version of Frida

•Frida is a socially weird but chill artist who wanted people to accept her for who she is apart from her clone mother for so long that she gave up and started not caring about anything or anyone that isn't close to her.

•Frida likes the simple things like painting her weird drawings in her studio and observing nature.The only thing that she doesn't like being simple is her wardrobe where she feels like she could express herself other that her artwork.

•She also likes to keep to herself and doesn't really like to be in the spotlight. Like she doesn't care about half the people in the school so what gives. But her friends are Harriet and Confucius so that gets flown out the window sometimes. Like how Harriet convinced her to become class president with her so they could be popular together.

•Speaking of popularity Frida isn't the most popular person in school anymore that title belonging to Confucius. I mean people know her but she isn't the same popularity level such as her friends. Like if there was a rating between her Harriet and Confucius she would be last.She doesn't go out of her way to get to know everybody since she didn't want to know them in the first place.

•If Frida was a song she would be A Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl by Olivia Rodrigo

•She can't get a reasonably time of sleep for the life of her. She usually sleep between the times of 12 something pm through 5 am. But she sure does sleep during school mostly she sleep at things she doesn't find interesting.

•Doesn't like being compared to her clone mother and has a EXTREMELY complicated relationship to her clone mother. She also has massive identity issues.

• Absolutely do NOT talk about her middle school through freshman years cause she isn't to proud of them. Like if you tough she was weird and awkward now you just had to see her when she was 13.

•Like explained in Tophers info dump, Frida and Topher are mortal enemies for an unknown reason. She's more obnoxious in hating him though like calling him out publicly and accusing him of doing something that isn't woke.

•She changes personalities DRASTICALLY when she's around her friends. With her friends she gets to be herself and is more happy unlike when she's out in public. She's mostly dismissive out in public giving her a "cool" aura too her.

•Has a weird sense of humor like she finds stupid things and things that most people won't find funny funny (sometimes she's embarrassed ashamed about that fact though).

•Has very complicated feelings towards Cleo

• Basically the sudo "Gandhi replacement" out of the new cast since bro is still a popsicle in the timeline in my rewrite (at least for now hehehehehehe). And since Frida and Abe friendship is more apparent in my rewrite to that Abe kinda sees Gandhi in Frida sometimes. Like she act kinda similar to Gandhi just a calmer and less hypered out version of him. She also parallels him in her friendship with Harriet and Confucius (Like Harriet paralleling Abe and Confucius paralleling Joan that type of stuff).

• She can sometimes be rude and brutally honest to the point that it seems rude (but most of the time she means well). She can also selfish and disrespectful. Keeps huge grudges like her relationship with Topher. Acting a little childish and very impulsive, insecure and handles conflicts very poorly. She also can be judgemental of new people and imidetly thinks they have wrong intentions that resulting in acting dismissive towards that person.She has periods of times we're she acts irrational mostly of her bad sleeping schedule.

•But Frida is a pretty cool person if she cares about you. She's enthusiastic, extremely loyal, would give you solizied advice (even if it's harsh). Would always make you laugh and is fun to be around. Determined to be herself even if people don't like her. She usually stays quite and listens to either Harriet or Confucius rambling but when she gets excited for some she gets EXCITED. Like she would talk about that something for hours. She can be optimistic at times and would reassure you if your feeling down. She also playful and would playfully tease you sometimes as a sign of friendship. She cares and love her friends deeply and would move heaven and earth for them. She may look cold and "cool" on the outside but she's a loving and genuine person.

[igglemouse]

This is new isn't it? Pascal is going outside for his jog instead of pounding away at the treadmill. I can't blame him, it's a really beautiful Thursday morning with the sun providing a comforting warmth to the start of the day and a caressing breeze to go along with it. I'm wondering, does he really need to do it without a shirt? He can be such a showoff sometimes but I guess he's preparing for some future sportswear commercial that he'll be starring in.

When Pascal makes it back home he's practically glowing. It's nice to see him in such a good mood and with an infectious smile. I feel like he's been a little detached lately. I'd like to think that maybe approaching fatherhood is getting to him but I find out there is something else on his mind.

"I made the all eleven!" he announces, grin widening, eyes bright and open with excitement that I simply don't understand.

"The what?" Yeah, I'm completely blank. I know it' fútbol related but I still have no clue what he's talking about. Living with him means I've learned a little bit of the jargon so I'm not completely hopeless. I know there are eleven players on the field for each team for example so progress?have no idea what he's talking about, I'm sure it has to do with futbol. Everything regarding him has to do with that.

"It's the best eleven players for the season!" he says full of pride. "It's a huge honor, lets everyone know that I'm playing well," and while it might seem silly to me I can tell for him it is everything. It means a lot to be recognized by your peers after all.

"Well, I always tell you that you rock, don't I?" I say with a grin and a nudge of my elbow. He really is bursting with pride and I know he deserves it. No one on the team works harder than him and I say this not knowing any of his teammates at all but how can you doubt his dedication?

He makes a playful scoffing sound. "I mean, you do, but you never watch the games so how could you know?" He's teasing, at least I hope! He's never made me feel bad about not going to the games...

"Oh, yes, but-"

"Oh! I am only just kidding," he says quickly, realizing that he was about to send me on a guilt trip. "It doesn't botther me, you know that!" He gives me his easy smile, the one that had drawn me to him at the start of the year, the one that always makes me feel better about him despite his obvious flaws. "I love that you're not into it, honestly. It's nice to have someone that sees me as something more than a player, more than my stats or performances, that sees me as a person."

"Oh..." I didn't quite expect that, he doesn't open up much as you all know. "Of course! I care more about your diaper changing skills right now than your kicking. You could go the rest of your career without scor-"

"Hey! Don't jynx it!" he yelps out as if I had the power to do that. I just share a laugh with him because I know his dirty little secret. He's very superstitious. I hear most athletes are. It's actually amusing and adoring. So I mock zip my lips tight to make sure I say no such thing but I'm imagining him breaking the record for most goals in my mind to reverse any sort of bad mojo I put on him with my suggestions.

Honestly, the main thing on my mind is the baby. It's hard to think of anything else. I'm just thinking about all the things I'll need to do for her and how much she is going to change the outlook of my life. Even as I bake sugar cookies I'm already imagining what she might like, what kind of diet she will need, will she have my nose? Will she have his chin? I just hope that she takes from me and Pascal and not the man that is unfortunately my father...

Any ways, I baked the cookies because I have a serious sweet tooth right now and it needs to be appeased!

I sit down and settle into my seat and fully prepared to devour the whole plate but just as I start nibbling on the first one there is a loud and insistent knock at the front door. It must be Sara, I think, or maybe even Irene, I have not heard from her lately and I know she's been busy searching for investors so I really should talk to her soon.

It was neither. Unfortunately my warm and cozy day was about to get a lot hotter.

It's Martin. Yes, that Martin, the one who fired my friend Irene for merely being a friend of mines and the same Martin who has gone out of his way to sabotage my food stand and here he is before me with a pleasant smile on his face as if he's done something praise worthy.

"I warned you," he says smirking and smug. The very look on his face makes my blood boil. I'm not sure why I stepped outside, maybe it was to face my enemy, show him I'm far from scared of this old man.

"Why are chu here?" my voice is thick with anger as I try my best to speak Simlish. "Estás loco..." Normal people don't go out of their way to destroy a small business then show up at the victims door to brag about it. The man is a living breathing cliche of vindictiveness.

He doesn't reply at first because he's too busy looking me up and down, his gaze falling to my belly. "I see you've been eating too much of that terrible food of yours."

"Im pregnant," the excuse slips out of my mouth before it is too late. I mean it is obvious but I don't want to share anything about my personal life with this husk of a man. Maybe I said it hoping that it would draw some sympathy from him, some guilt of what he's done to me, but I can tell by the scowl on his face that he's incapable of that. "Please, go-"

"Oh great, a terrible person is bringing another terrible person into the world. The father really wasted his seed on you," his insult is of course laced with venom and son intense that it confuses me. I've done nothing to this man but deny him my employment. That's it.

So I straighten my back and lift my chin and show him that his insults will not land with me. "Why. Are. Chu. Here?"

"To make sure you realize that you can't just open your crappy food stand wherever you please. There are rules and regulations and licenses to get, you know," he's enjoying this. He acts as if he's some noble enforcer of the law and not just a bitter man who wants revenge for me pricking his ego.

"Yes yes, I know..." I keep my tone steady and calm although I know my face is red, I know my anger is evident. "Gracia-"

"Of course," he continues, his voice softening. A mockery of concern. "I figured you might need a job so the offer of you coming to work for me is still on the table-"

I grow tense, my body tightens and I am sure I am ready to snap. My fists ball up against my sides and for a second I imagine how satisfying it would feel to drive my right hand right through his nose. I'm not very strong but he's old and it would knock the smile right off of his face. I would do it if not for the baby. What if he retaliates? What if he pushes me? It's not worth the risk, so I just grit my teeth.

"Vete a la chingada..."

He just laughs and the sound makes my skin crawl. He's feeding off my anger I think. "Ah, I know I've made you mad now. Can't speak Simlish when you're pissed off huh? Are you even here legally, I wonder?"

"L-leave."

He wasn't going to. He stands there, feet firmly planted on the ground, smirk firmly on his lips, and lets me know that he's not leaving. I could feel the urge to strike, a need to show him that I wasn't going to be pushed around, and just when my shoulder twitches the front door opens...

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Pascal voice comes booming in and I swear its the loudest I've ever heard it. There is fire in his eyes and intention in his movements as he shoves his finger towards Martin with such intensity that the old man is stepping back without being touched. Pascal is usually so laid back, so indifferent, to see him flipped onto protective mode was thrilling. Now it was my turn to smirk.

"W-wait, P-Pascal!?!" the old man is stammering, wavering, and clearly confused. "H-hey man calm down I'm a big fan! I-I didn't know-"

"Who. Are. You? You're harassing a pregnant woman?!" He continues, each word a hammer and aimed directly at Martin. The old man is frozen, wondering what to say and what to do and I admit it feels so good to see but I'm starting to worry about Pascal. If he punches this man or harms him in any way it'll be his career that will be in trouble and so I step in.

"Pascal, ess okay, he's nobody-"

"Frida, get inside. I'll handle this!" His tone is firm and leaves no room for argument, and for a second it does sting. While I'm happy he's ready to protect me I feel like this is my fight and the least I can do is watch Martin tremble and read the regret in his eyes but I think I'm over thinking this. Instead I should realize this is the first time he's really shown any passion when it comes to his daughter. So I sigh, give his shoulder a squeeze, and retreat inside.

"M-Mr. Alcocer I-I'm sorry! I had no idea s-she was your w-wife? S-she's beautiful a-and-"

and that was the last thing I heard. Heh, he thinks we're married. Not yet any way...

Well, this was supposed to be a relaxing day...and a relaxing week...but it's been the opposite and mostly thanks to Martin. I really hope Pascal has scared him off but I can't spend too much energy worrying about that, not with a baby on the way...

Frida Varela Index ~ Episode 8.4

[arclundarchivist]

SPOILERS C3E91

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TURN BACK

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THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF COMFORT!

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Goodnight, Smiley Day

He blinks, and he…. feels the touch of light on his skin.

The warmth of the air around him, he breathes in and he tastes all he has ever wished, oranges and mint and chocolate and water.

Fresh Cut Grass pushes himself to stand and looks around. An idyllic field rolls into the distance, all about him, except for where he currently stands.

A crossroads.

And from it, the paths extend far beyond the horizon, rising into beautiful tresses of the goddess he has only ever seen at a distance.

The Changebringer.

She smiles, and suddenly, she and he are eye to eye, her gentle hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

"I… is this how it always goes?" they ask.

She laughs, gentle yet sad, her eyes surprisingly downcast.

"No… no, it isn't," she states, looking to the sky, and he follows her gaze.

Ruidus bleeds in the sky, scarlet light snapping and biting at the pristine blue, and he can hear… a scream on the wind.

"We live in unfortunate and unusual times." she breathes.

"Yeah… yeah." he agrees, looking up at her after a moment.

"Did I make the right choice?" he asks, clutching for the coin but instead finding her hand.

She gives it a comforting squeeze.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"I…" he pauses.

"Yes." he finally states, and she smiles.

"I don't know what kind of path I'd set them on, but… I'm glad they'll get to keep walking on." he states, "Even if I'm… not there with them."

"Who says you won't be?" the Changebringer asks, gesturing towards the roads winding away from them.

And suddenly he can see his friends.

Ashton, carving a path, grief, and rage shattering stone as his coin, a beacon, clutched tightly in their fist.

Imogen kissing her hand as she lays it on his body, that same hand then tightly grasping her mother's, a road reforged between them, "Thank you, Letters."

Orym, standing firm, bronze armor marked by three blades of grass shimmering defiantly against an oncoming storm, "Together, Grass."

Chetney carving a toy in his likeness to hand to a frightened child, "For a smiley day."

Fearne snatches the coin from Ashton, kissing it and slipping it back, "So we're both with them for tomorrow."

Laudna stands at a crossroads beneath a tree, half livened, half wizened, reaching for the glow even though it burns her hand. There is resolve in her eyes.

Dorian, amidst unfamiliar faces, staring up at the red moon.

"We're fighting for a shiny day."

A confused dwarf looks up at him, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Something a friend always wanted. A good day." Dorian remarks, tapping the sending stone in his palm.

"I love you, Faithful Caregiver." A soft voice murmurs.

They freeze, turning to see FRIDA standing and looking at him, gently smiling, "I'll see you soon."

"No, you… you take your time," FCG mutters, and to his surprise, tears track down his face.

The Changebringer reaches out and wipes them away before pulling him into a tight embrace.

Huh… so this was a hug.

"Do… do folks always feel most alive at the end?"

"Not always. The end doesn't give the journey meaning; it's the joys you find along the way." The Changebringer returns, squeezing him tighter.

He sees Milo, Dancer, Joe, Deanna and Prism, all trying to make sense of the world and the paths set before them.

"You did good." a gruff voice remarks, the whisper of Eshteross.

"But the journey's just begun." a more jovial voice states, Bertrand.

And there they stand, down the road.

"What… what happens now?" FCG asks, looking to the Changebringer.

"Now, we do what we can from this side." she states, "And see this all to the end of the road."

"Alright… alright." he remarks, smiling as she squeezes his hand once more, "I'm ready."

And he heads on down the road.

Goodbye, Fresh Cut Grass. Your love, your faith, your hope, let it ever be a beacon for those who knew you best.

[doeeyeseddie]

Pia pls, something with "sweater weather" 🥹💛

frida, it's 32°c outside and as far from sweater weather as it could be, but this was very fun to write, thank you 💘

send me a soft prompt

[read on ao3]

Winter in LA isn’t cold by any means, and having grown up in El Paso, Eddie should be used to lower temperatures – but he’s been living in LA for six years now, and clearly he’s become used to LA temperatures instead.

So when he wakes up on a cold December morning and the other side of the bed is cold, he grumbles unhappily as he gets out from under the cozy blanket, and looks for a sweater to put on over his sleepshirt.

He finds one of Buck’s thrown haphazardly over the back of the chair Eddie has in his bedroom, and pulls it over his head. It’s soft and smells like Buck, and Eddie breathes in deep once before going on the search for the man himself.

He finds him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter holding a cup of coffee and reading a book. His back is halfway turned, so Eddie gets a good look at the bold letters spelling out DIAZ on the back of the sweater he’s wearing. His stomach does a somersault and he pads into the kitchen, causing Buck to look up from his book.

“Hey,” he smiles, putting down the coffee and lifting his arm so Eddie can tuck himself under it in search of Buck’s warmth.

Once he’s wrapped around Buck completely, his cold nose pressed to Buck’s neck, he mumbles, “Morning.”

Buck presses a kiss to the side of his head. “You okay?”

“I missed you,” Eddie says, and doesn’t even feel ridiculous for it. “The bed was cold without you.”

“Sorry,” Buck says. “Do you want coffee?”

“In a minute.” 

Buck lets his book close without putting a bookmark in it and wraps his second arm around Eddie too. He’s barely taller than Eddie, but sometimes Eddie really likes being tucked against his side like this, kept safe from the world. Especially when the world is cold and gray, like today.

“Love you,” he says eventually, lifting his head.

Buck smiles and meets him for a short kiss. “I love you, too. Coffee now?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, reluctantly taking a step back. “Thanks.”

Buck presses the button on the coffeemaker he’s programmed to make Eddie’s coffee (perfectly, unfortunately, which is why Eddie hasn’t thrown it out yet), and turns back to look at him again, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You look good in my clothes,” he says, and Eddie shimmies his shoulders a little to make him laugh. It’s true he’s wearing a pair of Buck’s sweatpants too, which he forgot when he grabbed the sweater, but it’s not like they don’t share clothes all the time.

They sit at the kitchen table with their coffees, feet tangled under it, and start planning their day.

Breakfast in a bit, once Christopher is up, then laundry, grocery shopping and maybe some Christmas shopping, evening plans to be determined once they know if Christopher’s got any or if he’ll be spending it at home with them.

Buck gets up to look in the fridge and start writing their grocery list, and Eddie watches him, the same somersault feeling in his stomach as earlier.

“You look good in my clothes too,” he says, and Buck looks at him over his shoulder from where he’s half sticking his head inside the fridge. “You look good in my everything.”

Buck’s smile goes a little confused. “I– thank you?”

Eddie shakes his head with a laugh. “I just mean– you look good in all of my things. My clothes, my kitchen, my bed, my house. My life.”

Buck closes the fridge door and turns around to face him fully, eyes soft. “Eddie–”

“I love you,” Eddie barrels on, “and I want you here with me all the time. You should move in with us.”

“Yes,” Buck breathes, and he’s crossed the kitchen within a second, cupping Eddie’s face between his hands and sliding onto his lap. “Yes.”

Eddie has half a mind to worry about the chair – or maybe a quarter, because the biggest part of his brain is focused on Buck in his lap.

“Yeah?” he asks, hands running up Buck’s thighs on either side of him to settle at his hips.

“Of course,” Buck says, and he’s smiling so wide his eyes are almost disappearing. “I hate leaving here.”

“And I hate when you leave, and I know Christopher does too.” 

Not that Buck leaves much, these days. Honestly, this is more of a formality at this point, but Eddie really does hate whenever Buck goes to the loft instead of coming home with him, so he can’t wait to be rid of the thing.

“We can throw out your bed and move mine here instead,” Buck suggests, and Eddie glowers at him playfully.

“What’s wrong with my bed?”

“Come on now, you know mine is more comfortable. And bigger.”

Eddie, who spent a lot of time in Buck’s bed especially in the early days of their relationship, when Buck still felt awkward knowing Christopher slept just down the hall, does know that.

“Okay,” he agrees. “I guess we can keep your bed.”

“Make it our bed,” Buck says, and Eddie wants to make fun of him for being a sap, but he’s pretty sure his face is showing exactly how much he likes it.

“Sap,” he says anyway, and Buck’s hands that have migrated to Eddie’s shoulders, move back up to his face.

“You love it,” he grins. “And you’re just as much of a sap, Mr “You look good in my life”.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says happily. “You’re moving in with me anyway.”

“I am,” Buck crows. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”

“Good,” Eddie says, and tilts his head up.

Buck gets the hint and bends down to kiss him, softly at first and then deeper when Eddie opens his mouth and pulls him closer by the hips. He runs a hand up Buck’s back and feels the letters on his sweater under his fingertips.

He never wants to get rid of Buck, no. He’s gonna marry this man.

[entheognosis]

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality.”

Frida Kahlo

[imagine-all-the-people]

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality.”

—Frida Kahlo✨

[fugengulsen]

"I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of 'madness.' Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long. I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness. I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: 'Poor thing, she’s crazy!' (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which, while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from 'reality.'" ~Frida Kahlo

Photograph by Leo Matiz, from 1941.

[kaifolk]

KAIFOLK

deep in the witchwood forest lives a girl with teal hair with an affinity for all things wild, her loving father, and her pet deerfox.

hi there!!! @pastriibunz here! I have made a Kai in Hatchetfield AU because i am. Autistic.

it combines my latest obsession, Hilda, with the Kai in Hatchetfield series! I have watched the entire Hilda series, so be wary of spoilers!

this is the main post, which will be updated with important information when it comes up.

THINGS TO NOTE:

 1. hatchetfield geography is changing so we can fit in different stories. its bigger, i think its connected to the mainland, and theres a mountain range [6/27/24, 4:30 PM MST]

2. the witchwood is gonna be. slightly less weird. theres still things going on, but its safer to live [6/27/24, 4:30 PM MST]

WHO’S WHO?:

KAI DREW as HILDA PAUL MATTHEWS as JOHANNA [HILDA’S MOM] EMMA PERKINS as ANDERS [HILDA’S DAD] GRACE CHASITY as FRIDA JASON JEPSON as DAVID PETER SPANKOFFSKI as ALFUR HENRY HIDGENS as VICTORIA VAN GALE BOY JERRY & GIRL JERI as RAVEN LEADER(s) LIL JERRY as THE WOOD MAN BILL WOODWARD as TRYLLA ALICE WOODWARD as BABA CHARLOTTE SWEETLY as AUNTIE ASTRID TED SPANKOFFSKI as ERIK AHLBERG WIGGOG "WIGGLY" Y'RATH as THE MOUNTAIN KING BLIKLOTEP "BLINKY" as THE RAT KING POKOTHO "POKEY" as EUGENE THE LAUGHING MERMAN

[last updated 6/29/24, 1:21 AM MST]

[prettyinpurplelights]

I.

It was your brother’s 14th birthday, the first time you and his friends had been allowed to have a party unattended. Well unattended was a bit of a stretch, all your parents were downstairs, probably on their second glasses of wine, chatting amongst themselves, while you had all snuck upstairs to Elliot’s room with snacks and fizzy pop. You were all currently in a circle on the floor, a cup of Coca-Cola in the middle of the gathering, looking sickening with bits of chips, sweets and chocolate submerged or floating in the dark coloured liquid. Daphne, a friend of your brother’s had suggested you all play truth or dare, anyone who completed their task was allowed to put something in the bright blue plastic cup, and anyone who didn’t want to do theirs would have to forfeit and drink it. So far, 8 people had played and no one was yet to forfeit so the cup of Coca-Cola looked a lot less like fizzy pop and more like the something fetched from the murkiest swamp.

It was now Kylian’s turn, he was your brother’s best friend, and sort of your friend too. You and your brother were very close in age, barely 13 months, so as much as he hated it, you found yourself in similar friendship circles in school. Kylian was your oldest friend though, he had moved next door when you were 5, he and your brother 6, so you’d grown up together, your families becoming close. Kylian basically lived at your house and you and your brother at his, you were in each other’s spaces all the time. The crush you’d subsequently developed on him was therefore inevitable, it had been almost 2 years now, and not a single soul knew about it. It was something you’d take to the grave, firstly, there’s no way Kylian would like you back, and secondly, you loved him so much, you didn’t know how he would react if you were to tell him, and you didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

“Kylian,” Frida, a girl from your brother’s class said as she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on Daphne as she smirked. “I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” The room suddenly filled with “ouuuuu”s, as the game suddenly got interesting. No one had been dared to kiss anyone yet. There were 5 girls in room, outnumbered by the 8 boys, and you were all watching Kylian closely, wondering what he was going to do. He couldn’t kiss Frida, she was dating a boy from the class above you. Genevieve and Olivia were the two other girls, but everyone knew Genevieve had a big crush on your brother, so you doubted he would kiss her and Olivia was Kylian’s cousin so he definitely wasn’t kissing her. That left you, and Daphne. Kylian’s eyes darted between the two of you, meeting yours for a moment. You face suddenly grew hot and you dipped your head to stare your pink and purple tie dye socks, breaking the eye contact. You couldn’t look at him, afraid your face would give you and your true feelings away. After what felt like an eternity you saw Kylian rise from your peripheral vision, heading straight for Daphne. You still couldn’t look, now afraid you’d do something stupid like let out a cry or wail or yell NO! like some lovesick puppy. Everyone in the room laughed and clapped after the kiss that felt like it had lasted forever, the boys patting Kylian on the back and the other girls crowding Daphne and gushing over her as though she’d just revealed she was from a royal bloodline or her parents owned the moon. You mumbled something about going to get more snacks as you uncrossed your legs and got up from the floor, bolting as quickly as you could. The first tear dropped as you hurried down the steps and rushed into the downstairs bathroom.

Of course Kylian wouldn’t kiss you, why would he, Daphne was clearly the prettier girl. Hell, the other girls were prettier than you, if it wasn’t for their circumstances, he could’ve easily chosen either of them, just not you. You were silent as you returned to the room later on, a bag of chips under your arm. The game was now over and everyone was doing their own thing, chatting amongst themselves in groups. You could feel Kylian’s eyes on you as you sat in the corner of the room, the bag of chips at your feet as you scratched at the already chipped baby blue varnish on your thumb. You couldn’t bare to look at him, Daphne had been on his arm since you’d returned, and she hadn’t left neither had Kylian made any effort to leave her. You could hear her laughing, probably at jokes he was making, and it made your stomach twist and turn, until you could no longer stand it, leaving Elliot’s room and retreating to yours, collapsing onto your bed as the tears began again.

You didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep until you heard knocking on your door and someone calling your name softly. You opened your eyes, and sat up slowly, looking out of the window: the sun had disappeared, the moon now illuminating the small path leading up to the front of your house. It was probably well past 8pm now, and the house was deathly quiet, everyone had most likely gone home.

“Y/N?”

“Come in.” You said, immediately regretting it when Kylian’s figure emerged into view as he opened the door.

“I came to say bye, mama wants us to get an early night because we have to get up early to see yemma.”

“Okay.” You replied, not bothering to get up from your position on the bed.

“Um…yeah, so bye.”

“I said okay.” You repeated, with a bit more venom than intended because you thought you saw Kylian wince a little bit at your words. He turned to leave, before pausing and entering your room fully, closing the door behind him.

“Y/N, did I do something to upset you?”

“Ky-.”

“You’ve been acting weird ever since the truth or dare game.”

“Have I?”

“Y/N, I’m being serious.” He stepped closer to you, his right palm reaching out to touch your forehead. “You’ve been in your room all evening, you feeling okay?” His eyes glistened with worry and it annoyed you even more.

You grabbed his hand and pulled it away from your face.

“I’m not a baby Ky, I’m fine.”

“I was just worried-“

“Well don’t be. Don’t you have other people to worry about? Daphne maybe.” You muttered the last part under your breath, but unfortunately for you, he was close enough to hear.

“Daphne? Why would I..” Then it dawned on him. “Is this about the kiss Y/N?”

“What kiss?” You decided to play aloof, if you pretended to not know what he’s talking about, perhaps he’d leave you alone and you could continue to feel sorry for yourself in peace.

“Y/N…are you upset I kissed Daphne?”

“What? Who cares if you kissed Daphne??” You laughed, hoping it was convincing enough. Maybe you could convince yourself too. “I certainly don’t.”

“I looked at you first, but you looked away so I thought…” He shrugged, not finishing his sentence.

“Maybe I was feeling shy.” You mumbled.

“So you wanted me to kiss you?” You looked up at him, and there was a strange expression on his face, one you couldn’t quite place. But you shook your head, you had to snap out of it. He clearly didn’t like you, it was about time you stopped being so childish and got over him.

“It doesn’t matter Kylian, you kissed someone else.”

“But. I wanted…I couldn’t…I can’t…” Kylian started, his voice trailing off.

“Can’t what?” You pushed.

“You’re Elliot’s little sister Y/N, I can’t kiss my best friend’s little sister.”

And there it was. He was never going to see you as anything else but. You were kidding yourself, this crush was always going to be one sided.

“Right.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “So I’m no longer your best friend too? I’m suddenly Elliot’s little sister now?”

“That’s not what I meant-“

“But it’s what you said Ky. And you know what it’s fine, have fun with Daphne. I didn’t even want to kiss you anyway.”

“Y/N, I want-“

“Kylian.” You interrupted him again, you didn’t want to hear anything else from him, anything else that you break your heart even more, it was already shattered into a million pieces, lying at the bottom of your stomach. “Go home.” You lay back down on your bed and rolled over, so your back was to him, away from his piercing gaze. He stood over you, not saying a word, not sure what to say.

“Go home Kylian. I don’t want to ask you again, please, get out of my room.”

You finally heard the door close a few moments later, before tears fell down your face for the third time that day.

You didn’t get up till 12 the next afternoon, having not fallen asleep until sometime in the am. Your head was pounding as you grabbed your phone to check the time. The first thing you saw was a text from Kylian; “sorry” with a gif of a cat pouting holding a card saying “please forgive me?” and you couldn’t help but laugh, damnit he knew your weakness for the feline cuties.

You sent him laughing emojis.

“So we’re good? I don’t like fighting with you gummy.”

You rolled your eyes at the stupid nickname, something he’d come up with after your first meeting when you’d tried to introduce yourself to him but it came out garbled because your mouth was full of gummy bears.

“We’re good Kyks. Say hi to yemma for me.”

You loved Kylian’s grandmother as if she was your real biological grandparent, having never met yours; they’d died before you were born. She had always had a soft spot for you, spoiling you with treats and kisses whenever you saw her.

“Good.” He replied after a while. “And yemma says hi, she misses you and Elliot, you especially.”

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[pikablob]

Frilda and 14 for the drabble asks? <333

14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

"Do... do you ever still miss it?"

Hilda's hands hung limp at her sides, as if unwilling to bear the weight. Her gaze stayed on the far side of the wall; on the rolling hills and rising trees, the pines and dales she'd spent the past year among, alone save for Twig. And Frida knew her answer before she gave it.

"Yeah, I do," she admitted softly; there was a little sniffle in her words, and one sweater-sleeve reached up to loosely rub her eyes. "Out there... it was home, for a long time, and some days everything felt like it used to, before me and Mum moved here."

She gestured wide, to the city stretching out behind her. "I still don't think I fit in in Trolberg, really, especially with the Safety Patrol. And Mum's part of that too, now, and she's still worrying too much about me and Alfur's moved away and Tontu won't even talk to me yet and... and..."

Her words turned white-hot, pained, and in a moment Frida was at her side, reaching out to gently rub at her arm. "Hey, it's okay," she began, uncertainty making her insides squirm. "I'm here; I'm with you, always."

"That's the thing," Hilda noted, chest shaking under her coat. "I could go right back out there, and keep living the way I always thought I wanted, but... I couldn't, really. I couldn't do that to Mum, even though we still fight sometimes, or to Da-, to Lucy, or to you.

"Because being out there, all alone, it... it made me realise something; something Woodman tried to tell me once, a long time ago."

"Oh?" Frida drifted closer, her other hand up to the other girl's far shoulder in a sort of halfway-hug. And finally, Hilda looked back, and there was a tiny smile beneath the tears.

"That home is where the people who love you are," she finished, eyes shining. All at once her arms came up, grabbing Frida and turning their hold into a full embrace as she squeezed almost for dear life.

"I'm not leaving again," she promised, and Frida felt a rise of warmth, despite all her concerns, at those words. "I'll be with you always, too."

For a moment, the two of them just held on; it wasn't a reunion, that had already come and gone, but it felt like it anyway and a weight coming off all at the same time. And by the time they parted, falling back to comfortably-held hands, both had mist in their eyes.

"You know," Frida began softly, squeezing Hilda's hands gently, "there is one place in Trolberg that might feel a bit more familiar." She couldn't help glancing aside, just for a moment. "I probably should have told you sooner..."

"It's okay," Hilda promised, giving a gentle squeeze of her own. "There's a lot of things I still need to catch up on. I still don't know when Mum's going to admit she's dating Gerda." She let out a laugh at that, a tiny, soft, warm thing, and Frida couldn't help returning it.

"In that case," she began again, gently leading Hilda back away from the wall. "Why don't I show you now?

"I think you're going to love the Underground."

[nathaaaan]

Yet another idea

I’m actually going to die if I don’t get this off my chest. I’m going to start rambling about an au for Hilda, but I’m not sure if I’m gonna write it, but just in case I don’t I’m putting it here.

What if… instead of Johanna getting sick at birth, Hilda got sick?

I already have a song in mind so it will be at the bottom of this post. BUT ANYWAY.

Since Hilda got sick, that means that Johanna was the one to sacrifice her life for her daughter. Then who lives with Hilda? Auntie Astrid, and Astrid does not take Hilda’s memories because Hilda didn’t see her mom take off and leave at ten (INSTEAD AT 5 AHAHAH). So really? Hilda is confused and upset, she doesn’t understand why her mom left her, and she doesn’t understand why her father left her.

Was she a mistake? Had she done something wrong? Was she not deserving of them?

She has constant nightmares about her mom leaving her. It’s been so long she barely remembers what her mom looks like. One thing she does remember is Johanna’s gentle smile and her brown hair. It’s the same nightmare every time, she’s doing something in nature—whether it be climbing the trees, or walking with Frida and David when she meets them, the world around her disintegrates but when she looks out into the void she sees her mother looking back at her before disintegrating too. Everyone left her.

Other times she sees a hooded figure staring at her—sometimes she vents to the figure, because it’s the only person that she can talk about her problems to, and they’ll sit… erm stand and listen. Auntie Astrid won’t tell her anything about her parents, and she doesn’t want to bother Frida and David with her problems.

OH YEAH, and when she meets Frida and David for the Sparrow Scout, then they come over to the apartment, either Frida or David make the mistake of asking: “Where are your parents?” And Hilda just laughs and ushers them out the building saying something like, “C’mon it’s best to be ahead of schedule right? Right!”

Hilda also reunites with her father, Anders. When Anders takes Hilda and her friends to go eat and Frida and David say something terrible happened to Anders, Hilda eats her soup before saying about Anders not being in her life until now. Anders asks about her mother and Hilda slams her fists on the table and says, “She isn’t here.” Before apologizing right after. Anders suggests they make up time for some overdue family bonding! Hilda agrees because she knows absolutely nothing about this man.

After a whole buncha wacky adventures, Hilda somehow goes to Fairy Country and technically reunites in the same way Johanna did with her parents originally. Like when Johanna and Hilda are sleeping on the giant mushroom, Johanna’s mom comes in and looks at her. HOWEVER, instead of staying asleep, Hilda wakes up and immediately recognizes her and just starts telling her off as she flies away. After like a minute of standing on the same mushroom, Hilda decides that what she did wasn’t nice and goes to find her mother to apologize.

All that fluffy stuff happens, but you all know the deal, correct?

When Hilda decides to go home, she gets sick again and everyone surrounds her as they watch her slowly die. This could go one of two ways! Hilda dies (potentially in her mother’s arms because Johanna says screw it to the Fairy Entity snd goes for her daughter, GOING AGAINST THE RULESS!) surrounded by the ones she loves the most. Or she lives and happily ever after!

Idk if this idea is original or not, lmao

LISTEN, LISTEN TO ME, the song title does not align with this idea that well, HOWEVER, the lyrics do. And I keep thinking about this song because of how the way it was written and just… THE INSTRUMENTS OMG.

go listen to it omg 😭

[godzillabreath]

Clone High S2 thoughts

Discussion/spoilers (if you can spoil a situational comedy lol) under the cut

I first watched the original Clone High when I was in high school, so it’s a little wild to be watching and getting really invested in season 2 15 years later. It’s something I probably never even considered at the time.

I rewatched the first season recently as well, so I would have some context for going into the second season after so long. And the first season is still reliably so funny, so sharp and biting in its commentary. I feel like there is not a single joke that doesn’t still land today. The characters are so hyperbolic and chaotic that every scene is fresh and you never know what to expect from the plot. The geometry of the character design and the backdrops are simple but so effective and stylish, too. Season 1 really is just a good comedy you can watch again and again, and every character contributes to the laughs and momentum of the episodes. Gandhi is especially missed, and I think you can really feel his absence in Season 2 ),:

Okay, so Season 2. I’m gonna be upfront, I don’t think it is written very well. It feels very much like a fan facsimile of the original biting humor. I think I only laughed at a handful of jokes over the course of the entire season, which was definitely disappointing. It falls into the trap that so many reboot adult cartoons fall into in that it devotes so much of its time to rehashing cancel culture and social media as buzzwords, but not actually saying anything interesting or meaningful about them. The show no longer pulls from teen media tropes and contemporary television drams to inform its over-the-top “melancholy adolescent” humor. It feels like the extent of what they brought to the table was “Tiktok exists, isn’t that funny” and “you can’t be problematic!!!!” humor, but without really exploring the ludicrousness and the discourse cycle of the modern internet. It very much feels like the writers didn’t know the topics firsthand, but still wanted to comment on them in a shallow and cursory way. 

Let’s look at the new characters they added. Frida has an incredible design and conceptually I adore her. A mellow artist that skateboards and is hugely gay? All right, I love that. I wish there was a little more to her, though. I wanted to see more of the hyperbolic personality traits that each original character had in season 1. Make her outlandish, make her weirder with regards to her art, I don’t know, you could have gone in so many directions. I just wanted to see MORE.

 And this is an issue I have with all of the new characters and even to some extent the returning characters. I feel like Joan especially lost her weirdness and her edge in the reboot, with only the end scene of her freaking out and sabotaging her friends being something fun and true to her vindictive streak that she had in the original season. Confucius feels like he adds nothing to the plot other than to inform JFK and the audience that the internet exists. He should have been a bombastically internet-addicted clout goblin, constantly cutting content, and as he is now, he’s just falling extremely flat. I wanted the writers to crank the dial to 11 with Harriet and really explore her fear of being incredibly basic, like maybe she has Live Laugh Love text art in her room or her favorite tv show is the Office, idk, but as is she just seems like a Normal, Nice Person. Which is Fine, but it doesn’t make for great comedy. 

Topher is the only character I feel really channels the chaotic core of the original Clone High season, and he’s not even there for many scenes. I love the idea of a manipulative little mentally ill Redditor whelp. It’s relatable, it works well in commenting on modern internet culture, it’s freaky, I like it. I’m surprised they didn’t have Confucius and Topher interacting more because they both are chronically online and I feel like there is so much potential there.

I guess my takeaway opinion is that I’d like to see them amp up the personality of each of the characters by like 200%. And it’s a little late for this now, but I wish they’d have done more of a slow burn on Cleo and Frida’s relationship. It would’ve been cool to see Cleo contending with the fact that she wasn’t the most popular girl in school anymore and what kind of schism that would have created between her and Frida initially. More of an enemies to lovers dynamic would have been fun. 

So those are my thoughts. I could have gone on longer, but... I think this is already getting too long haha. I think I feel so opinionated on it because I can really see the latent stellar potential in the characters, and with a few exceptions, they all feel so underutilized in this season. 

Looking forward to season 3+ to see what they do next, though! 

[igglemouse]

As sunlight streams through a few kitchen windows on an ordinary Tuesday morning, I find myself in my zone, right in front of a stove and preparing what hopes to be a delectable breakfast.

Today, my craving calls for a special oatmeal creation that only a chef's touch can perfect because I plan to fold in a generous amount of berries and a few swirls of cream, maybe even a sprinkle of cinnamon? Who knows, sometimes when it comes to cooking its more about a feel and a whim to create a symphony of flavors that will get my taste buds dancing and singing.

As for Pascal, he was busy working out. Always working out. That is one dedicated man but that is one of the main reasons I'm attracted to him. I do love a man that has a goal, that has something driving him and Pascal definitely fits that criteria.

After my breakfast and after his workout we meet up on the couch.

"I'm so happy that you've been staying over,” he starts. “You know, you can stay over as long as you like, right?”

"I think you've said that before,” I reply, but I do like hearing him say it again.

"Well, it's true! I don't mind you being over here. There are many pros and I can’t think of any cons but I guess there might be a few.”

"Oh? A few cons, really?" I challenge.

"Nah, just kidding, no cons at all now that I think of it."

"The pros then?"

"The food is always amazing and the company is somehow better than the food."

"And by company you mean?”  He gets just a little closer as I ask, close enough that our shoulders brush up against each other and he puts aside his patience and brings me in for a kiss... 

And he kissed until somehow some way my clothes were off...

After our little romp I was reminded that I'll be needing clean clothes for the week and for some reason the man doesn't have a washer or dryer. I think he mentioned that he relies on the equipment manager at the stadium or something? For a professional athlete, he sure does live modestly, I’m not sure if financially this is a good or a bad thing but lets go with bad since it leaves me here washing my own clothes in a bucket of water under the hot Oasis Springs sun. 

Being filthy rich was never my goal and I don't want to just tie myself to him in the hopes that his next contract will be the thing that makes him wealthy but...it wouldn't be so bad, would it?

At least there would be a washer and dryer.

Right after handling my laundry I receive a text from Irene. She's asking if she can come over to hang out. It is a good idea since I don't have much planned for today, so it would be great to catch up with her and spend some time together.

But that won't be till later as right now is about lunch.

The enticing aroma of tamales drags Pascal from presumably whatever workout he was in the middle of and right into the kitchen. A big goofy grin on his face contradicts the accusatory look of his eyes, directed right at me, or rather, past me and at the stove. "Actually, this is definitely one of the cons."

"Didn't you say earlier that my cooking was a pro,” I say, playfully desperate to defend myself but thankfully my tamales are ready to go to help in my defense.

"Yes, but your cooking will make me fat and slow. I'll be cut from the team in a few months!"

"Pascal! You told me you didn't want salads so-"

"Cut in a year, Frida, think about that..."

I just laugh because no way this guy is going to put on weight with how much time he spends on the treadmill and working out.

Right as I finish my lunch I’m pulled to the door by a gentle knock which I correctly assume is Irene. Seeing her does put a smile on my face and I hurry to wrap her into a hug because I feel like there is an instant connection between us.

Instead of inviting her inside I led her to the side of the house as the weather really was too perfect to stay inside. 

Irene was eager to talk about my food or more specifically, the tacos I had for sale.

"I absolutely adored them!" she tells me but I could tell just by the look in her eyes. “Just a very classic taste and texture to them and-”

"Some foods just don’t need much experimentation," I offer because its true. I don’t try to reinvent the wheel with my dishes I simply try to make the car go faster.

"You're right about that you know but I've been trying to spice things up, you know? Fusion tacos, trying to mix things up and create a signature dish."

"Oh, hows that been going? What about that man ummm...your boss?" Remember him, Martin Lucena? He tried to hire me and was very very upset when I told him no? 

"Yeaaaa, he's not much for experimentation," she says with a laugh and I think more about my run in with the man just last night. Hard to imagine ever working for him. "But you know, I do it on my own time. One day I'll be on my own, like you are, and having a signature dish or two will help me stand out."

"Hmmm," she has a point there. I could use a signature dish myself. After all, a flying car must be better than one that just goes faster, right?

It was nice to spend more time with Irene but the day grew late and left me with Pascal who was at this time making love to his treadmill once again. I decided to bother him and annoy him a little because why not? He was having none of it though and decided to use the art of telling corny jokes to fend me off. 

"Why did the striker bring string to the game?" he asked. I froze in pure fear of what the answer might be, pleading with a look for him to not continue. "He wanted to tie the game!"

I cringe, already throwing in the white flag. "Okay Pascal, I don't-”

"How does a player stay cool during the game?"

"Water?"

"No, they stand near the fans!" He said, jubilant, as if he had scored a championship winning goal.

"Why does-"

"Noope! You enjoy your workout!" I get out of there just in time. 

So yeah, I really am enjoying my time over here...

Frida Varela Index ~ Next 5.2

[evita-shelby]

A Different Sort of Man

Epilogue

Gif by @nofckingfighting

Taglist: @look-at-the-soul @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta @midnightswithdearkatytspb @cillmequick

Eva gives birth to a healthy baby girl just around the time the other Eva signs the paperwork to adopt Charlie.

Grace had put up a fight until he threatened to release the true coroner’s report to the press.

He had only argued for visitation rights on account of him being the boy’s biological father, mind you.

The scandal had been worse than they had thought, but with the right person beside you, it became bearable.

Grace learned the hard way that karma never forgets an address.

Somewhere Freddie Thorne laughs when she loses custody after her former in-laws turn on her too.

“Ours is not a merciful god.” Frida ‘Florence’ Solomons says and her younger brother, Alfie, nods in agreement when they come for the wedding and signing of the adoption papers.

Who would have thought he would be marrying twice in the same year?

It is a small affair, neither liked large parties anyways.

It is September when everything becomes right in his world.

It is September when Lady Smallbrook becomes Mrs.Shelby, wife to Thomas and mother to Charles.

“She has both our eyes.” Tommy laughs when his family remarks on the two different colored eyes.

The business with Section D ends on their terms, no revenge only the threat of falling victim to Eva’s curse.

Peace at last.

“Diane Elizabeth Shelby, a name fit for an actress.” Polly coos as she holds her great-niece. “Hollywood won’t know what hit them.”

“She’s a week old, Polly.” Eva said shaking her head.

“Only saying what I see for them. I’m hardly wrong these days.” Polly’s magic had strengthened just as Eva’s had. “Like a dripping tap being opened all the way.”

Had he been a different Thomas he would have thought everyone’s lost their minds.

But this Tommy doesn’t mind living in a world where magic exists and his wife is a pretty witch he met one day in the rain.

“Do you know what caused it?” Polly asks giving Diane back to her mother.

“No, I’d love to find out one day, just not today.” Eva answered softly stroking the baby’s dark hair.

“Next time you want to fuck with magic, Evie, count me out.” Tommy said and she laughed at his words.

“We’ll see.”

[rmd-writes]

wip wednesday

[insert usual disclaimer re timezones and time being fake here]

thanks for the tags @reyescarlos and @heartstringsduet 💖

This is not Tarlos content, I’m sorry, but it’s what I’m working on other than my kiss prompts and I am currently the mayor of Struggle Town when it comes to this fic. Hoping that sharing more of it will be the kick I need to get the words flowing when it comes to this story because I really like the concept

Alex wakes up to a face full of curls impeding his ability to breathe. It takes him a minute to remember that Nora crashed at his apartment after a night watching Love Island, morbidly fascinated by hot people getting rejected for the first time in their lives by other hot people, and laughing until the early hours of the morning over cheap beer and pizza. He shoves her off him and when she rolls onto the floor, Frida promptly jumps onto the bed and curls into the warm spot vacated by Nora.

“Asshole,” she groans from the floor.

“I couldn’t breathe,” Alex insists. 

“You’re the worst. Coffee.”

“It’s over there.”

“No, I need coffee and you need to bring it to me.”

“Nora,” Alex whines. 

“Alejandro.”

Alex sighs. “Fine, get dressed. I’ll buy you coffee and we can walk Frida at the same time.”

“I want pastries too,” Nora insists as she peels herself off the floor.

Wanna share what you’re working on @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @reyesstrand @strandnreyes (pls don’t make me cry again Jen) @hippolotamus @basilsunrise @three-drink-amy @cha-melodius @apothecarose @mostlyinthemorning @stereopticons and a tag for @pragmatic-optimist just because 💖

[entheognosis]

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality.

Frida Kahlo