#TERRIBLE love advice with mikayla desousa <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

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mikayla looks back at her with disbelief, daring jackie to argue with her— when her sister's defense is cut off, never continued, she smirks victoriously, satisfied with herself. she doesn't get the appeal, but shauna's just not her type, as simple as that, so she doesn't comment any more on the subject. she can't get into what her type actually is anyway, terrified to admit the truth, even now, to someone who's clearly not much different than her— into girls, in denial about it. “ thinking about how cute she is, ” she snorts, like that's as much of an argument as she needs. she's in absolutely no place to call her out, but @down1979 must be saying all of this to her for a reason, right? because she wants to talk about it.

she stops completely, deciding to give the conversation the attention it likely deserves, to be a good older sister for what might be the first time in her life. ( that's not true— she tries to be comforting, welcoming, to the younger aphrodite kids, showing them the kindness she was never given as a child, but the same can't be said for those closer to her age. ) “ look, if you want actual good advice, you chose the wrong sibling. mom forgot to give me that power. ” some days, it feels intentional, aphrodite's way of proving to her that mikayla desousa and love don't mix, that she's destined to be angry and alone forever. “ but it doesn't look like nothing, for what it's worth. ” there's something there, she thinks, but she could easily be wrong, easily leading her sister astray.

“ but you haven't gotten the rite of passage yet, ” she points out, like it makes a difference, like it means anything beyond just their cabin's excuse to break hearts. it has to mean something, because otherwise, mikayla's dated so many boys for absolutely nothing. “ i don't believe in curses or anything, but— the past one of us who didn't fulfill it is dead. her boyfriend, too. ” she feels a pang of guilt, just talking about silena, but there could be some merit in it. “ so maybe... date someone else first. just in case. ”

She doesn't mind sitting and watching,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's almost therapeutic to be alone with her sister:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the violent and aggressive nature of her knife digging into the bodily figure with ease keeps others away.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The two of them,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Jackie and Mikayla,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎away from prying eyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she feels more comfortable speaking with little bit of truth she knows she has.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Becoming herself is an uneasy feat,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one she's been fighting for so long,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but one dare turned into a self revelation...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a revelation she kept from everyone due to fear.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Yet she knows:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she knows that Mikayla won't say anything,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎won't spread her little girlish crush,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if it could be called that.

"She's not!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She doesn't look like..."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Jackie scoffs,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and she wants to finish her sentence,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but she knows that Mikayla is,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎despite the insulting tone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎right.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Maybe that's why Jackie's...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎thinking,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe that's what's drawn her to Shauna.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Who fucking knows.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I'm not pining,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I'm just...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎thinking."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Knees pull up to her chest and she tucks her chin down.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Although her gaze is turned towards her sister's lonely sparring session,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's not focused,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎vision blurred.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Maybe we're just really good friends!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Maybe it's nothing?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎And now she's almost pleading for her sister to give her some reassurance‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(and oh if she were to pick a sister why would she pick this one?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ because she knows that unlike the rest,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Mikayla will tell the truth).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Right?"