#celeste i love you but

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[da-mous]

oh, the game that changed my life is TWO DOLLARS on Steam right now

It wasn't the first time I played Celeste, but later, when I was ready to hear it, that it taught me that the parts of you you're afraid of, that you wish would vanish so they'd stop holding you back, they're part of you. Trying to shut them out only hurts you, keeps you hating yourself. If you can face them with love and patience and truly try to understand and forgive them, then you can love yourself

I've lost my way and forgotten this so many times over the years, but Celeste has always been there to remind me, and every time, loving myself becomes a little more natural

💖🪞💖

(and even just for the gameplay alone it's my favorite platformer ever. for real!! two dollars!!!!)

[choccy-milky]

Will celeste also play quidditch like her dad ? Will she be a beater as well ?

YES CELESTE WOULD LOVE QUIDDITCH!!✊✊

she wouldnt be a beater tho since she doesnt have the physique for it, and i was kinda torn on whether she'd be a chaser or a seeker, but i went with seeker in the end since celeste is competitive af, and being a seeker is the most brag-worthy position LMAO (plus, i just like the idea of her teammates calling her their golden snitch, since she looks like a golden blur when she chases after it 🥰 and seb 1000% gets a heart attack whenever he watches her play and sees all the crazy acrobatic shit she does on her broom😇) also lewis is there too. and i like to imagine he has NO idea whats going on and doesnt care to learn LMFAO

[murdrdocs]

hobie loves his little bimbo gf <3

she's in her pastel colors, usually shades of pink hugging her body in meticulously planned ways. it takes her a while to pick outfits, cycling through skirts and low rise jeans and tiny shorts until she settles on the first item she'd picked up. she always apologizes to hobie throughout her routine, "sorry"s rushed out with the nature of time on her mind as she searches for her favorite lip gloss. which hobie plucks off her vanity and hands to her.

her kisses are slick, always, and leave remnants of strawberry or cherry flavored moisture on hobie's lips. her hugs are tight, frequent, and smell sweet, a nice contrast to hobie's strong-musky scent.

she has a certain way that she speaks, a way that sometimes gets side eyes from people on the streets but those looks are averted when hobie scowls their way. because there's nothing he hates more than stereotypes.

he knows that her hyperfemininity is constantly looked down on, but he also knows that his girl is smart, and cares about the state of society around them just as much as he does. he's seen her protesting on the streets, a pretty sign held up as she shouts demands with people around her. and he's seen her stand on the frontlines to defend those around her, intricately designed nails tucked into her hand which has clenched into a fist.

he's her protector, but she doesn't really need one. she accepts it anyway, of course, sending sweet smiles and chaste kisses his way when he defends her on the tube or at pubs.

it a classic case of opposites attract. and hobie wouldn't have it any other way.

[just-hockey]

proposing is a hat ON event

[intramoon]

Work in progress on Wednesday's teen bedroom (lots of eclectic nicknacks from her mom & NANA posters) ... 🦋

[full---ofstarlight]

There's nothing left for you

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Celeste Cousland by the wonderful @sbeep!!! Look at my girl!!! She will fuck you up!!!

[5cratch-o]

Whoopsies forgot my tumblr exists please take this madeline as forgiveness

[clawcakes]

badeline my girl i miss you

[dianassswoo]

[ART TRADE FOR @/sxturniia ON TIKTOK; NOT MY OC] Aurora and Wally...under a tree...waiting to see the stars...They are so cute <3

[apollos-boyfriend]

the instant downwards spiral of danganronpa’s female characters after thh is so insane to me. like while thh has its issues and is no way perfectly written its female cast is largely treated like Normal People with real motivations and complex inner lives on par with the male cast. and then you get to literally every other game in the series and it’s like. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. obscenely obvious pedo bait. literally 0 character. sexualized sa victim. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development.

[goldielia]

when celly met ethan

a part of: fuck it i love you au

warnings: mention of sex (nothing graphic)

the sun barely shows up at the horizon when celly wakes up. she has a pounding headache that makes her turn around in bed and try to go back to sleep. she rolls straight into someones chest though. it makes her jump, open her eyes and sit up quickly. she’s not in her bedroom. her head throbs because of the fast movement, but she doesn’t have the luxury to care about that.

slowly but surely she remembers parts of last night. they’d gone out to a bar, her roommates and a few football players. on their way home they’d passed the hockey house and decided to stop by the party going on there.

they were already tipsy to start with, a white claw while getting ready and some fruity drinks at the bar doing wonders for their mood. they’d stumbled into the house, giggly and on the hunt for more drinks.

surprisingly, there was a lot of white girl music blaring through the speakers so she and her roommates had abandoned the boys they came with and instead found a round of shots and a spot to dance.

it had taken a while for her to notice ethans staring. he’d been leaning against a wall, talking to some guys on the team with a beer in hand and he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her for more than ten seconds at a time.

she didn’t take people home or go home with people often but she hadn’t picked someone up in a while and you could see ethan was attractive even if you were blind.

she was wearing washed out mom jeans with a strategically dangerous cut beneath one asscheek, switching sides in their dance circle to make sure he would see.

with a wink to her roommates (a sign they’d established at one of their first college parties) she subtly made her movements a little more sensual. they joined in immediately, slotting closer into their circle, arms wrapping around waists and shoulders, hips moving against each other in unison.

it took about half a song for ethan’s eyes to drop to her ass. another half for him to make a decision. by the next song he was making his way behind her, the girls she was dancing with excusing themselves to get more drinks the second they saw him.

things became a little hazy after that, she remembers dancing with him, closer and closer until they were making out. she was about 50 percent sure he’d fingered her standing up against the bathroom door at some point before he’d carried her up to his room.

he’d laid her on his bed and kissed her, more gentle than downstairs but still with so much want. undressed both of them and kept her under and on top of him for two (or maybe three?) rounds before he’d tucked her tightly against his chest and caressed her back under his shirt he’d given her until she fell asleep.

she almost felt bad slipping out of his bed, clumsily pulling on her clothes from yesterday night and leaving the shirt on his dresser but she couldn’t stay. she was pretty sure she hadn’t told him her name either (he seemed to be content with “baby”, “pretty girl” and “good girl”). the hockey players' egos coming in clutch because the mens team didn’t really know anyone on the women’s team anyway while the girls had to watch their videos religiously at practice.

she trailed downstairs and through the mess there on the tiptoes of her navy converse, not wanting to wake anyone. after quickly checking if she had all her belongings she pulled the front door closed quietly and started her walk of shame, the distance from their house to the hockey house thankfully not being far at all.

about forty-five minutes later she found herself at the rink for saturday morning practice, being chirped at not only by one of her roommates who had seen her making out with ethan fucking edwards for god’s sake, lessie, but by pretty much the whole team because she had to take an ibuprofen for the headache in the locker room and couldn’t skate in a straight line for the life of her.

ethan was one of the last people to wake up in the hockey house that morning, instantly disappointed the girl wasn’t in bed with him anymore. he was desperately searching for a note, something of hers to give him any excuse to see her again. when he finally gave up and went downstairs and rutger asked who he’d hooked up with, it truly hit him that he hadn’t even asked for her name.

[meloooooonade]

Some reaaaaaally fast doodles that i'll probably finish someday, maybe .

[doodling-junebug]

he’s in looooove

[murdrdocs]

mike n his cute lil 2000s gf with her flares and lowrise jeans 💋💋 just a thought

mm the contrast between them should make mike uncomfortable. but it doesn’t.

it’s not like she’s filthy rich or anything, but she can comfortably go shopping at least once a month, only pouting over the amount of money she spent for maybe an hour before she’s transitioning into proudly showing mike everything. matching sweatsuit sets that are for style more than recreation. makeup that she gushes over. a fresh manicure that she makes mike inspect, giddily telling him she picked his favorite color this time.

meanwhile, mike worries about keeping food on the table. his clothes are worn in with holes and frays and fades. his nails are chipped and irregular. yet he happily sits there, listening to her and watching her model everything for him. he even provides his input, all positive, of course.

“i like those jeans on you, baby.” even when he’s sure she has a pair almost identical to it in her closet at home. not like he’s complaining, the low rise pair look like they were made for her. hugging in all the right places, loose and flared at the ends, low enough to where mike fears she’ll accidentally flash him if she bends down. instead, though, mike catches the sight of her panties one day. and he swears she pulls the thing strings up instead of pushing them down.

mike likes that her kisses are sticky and taste like strawberry. he likes that she takes care of herself, and reminds him to take care of himself, too. he likes that with her, he’s lighter.

and he likes that with her, abby smiles more, especially when his sister has her eyes closed so mikes girlfriend can swipe bright eyeshadow over abby’s lids, appeasing the young girls request to look just like the girl before her.

[thelittleprinceconfirmed]

Gee, I sure hope I don't get canceled!! (This post will receive 2 notes)