#i'm not a fashionable person at all and get depressed when trying to buy clothes and end up with stuff that doesn't fit properly

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

OMG.

No, you guys don't understand. Sky's little purse.

I fell in love with it in Bed Friend and I hate that it's always sold out. I love geometic and sharp designs and I don't CARE that it's a boy purse, I WANT IT.

[charlotte-queen-owl]

Swapped Personalities AU 🤡

Appearance explanation:

Yuuji Itadori (Megumi's Personality):

Yuuji has longer hair because he hasn't cut it since his grandfather's funeral, if he had OGumi's tendencies then bro is depressed. Instead of his "I don't wanna die alone so I'll save everyone to the best of my abilities while I'm still alive!" mindset, he's got the "Since I'm still alive I might well do what my grandpa's wishes, it's what he would've wanted." Mindset, bro is Sukuna's vessel and he's depresso expresso but like he's good at hiding it. He doesn't wear a hoodie inside his uniform and doesn't modify it at all because man's doesn't really see the point of it. Still likes to read manga and watch movies but doesn't outwardly says he does (he likes to do those alone). Can totally go insane and lose his will to live if he loses everyone he holds dear.

Nobara Kugisaki (Yuuji's Personality):

Kinda see Nobara as a kind of happy-go-lucky country bumpkin with OGji's personality, She's all happy to be here in the city!!! Meeting new fellow classmates and make friends!!! Trying out new foods!!! Killing more curses!!! All the jazz. Her grandma is safe back in her hometown alive and well, She's in Jujutsu Tech cause she wants to make a difference! She's got a lot of bandaids because she has a lil bit of a martyr complex and gets hurt a lot (she doesn't have Yuuji's super strength so). She also didn't dye her hair because she isn't looking to be scouted or be model so her hair is still dark brown. Likes to wear a jacket OVER her uniform to prevent bad curse blood stains.

Megumi Fushiguro (Nobara's Personality):

Oh baby boy. Where do I EVEN begin. He knows he's a pretty little darling with long lashes and he THRIVES in being gorgeous. OGsaki's personality has him wearing good expensive clothing (from Gojo's black card), amazing beauty products and a knack for Black Fashion. Not easily angered unless you touch or damage his expensive shit even though he can just buy 20 more of them with his Guardian's money if he wanted to. Eyelashes on more fleek because he takes his beauty routine seriously. Yes he wears eyeliner. Has black earrings because they look cool on him (Tsumiki's words). Paints his nails black because his older sister used to do it. The only non-black thing on him is his green clip-ons, those are a gift from his older sister when they were playing dress up and has been wearing them ever since. (Even more so now since she's in a coma.)

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello, would it be possible to get a marvel and peaky blinders matchup? I'm so shocked to find a peaky blinder fan willing to do matchups. Love it!🖤🧡❤️

I'm 26 and use she/her pronouns. Pansexual. I'm a chubby 5'7 lady who has blonde/brown curly hair that is in a shoulder length bob. Blue, sometimes light green looking eyes. I wear glasses and have my nose and ears pierced. I carry my weight in my stomach and chest area and have a flat booty. I have nice legs and just a round, soft body that is cottagecore-like. I have flat, wide feet which drive me nuts and a quirk is rub my eyes when Im tired, like I rub them until it hurts.

I'm introverted and have major anxiety, depression, and imposter syndrome going on. I can be fun, bubbly and sarcastic with people I'm comfortable around. I am a Cancer sun, Gemini moon, and Aquarius rising. Also have a 5th house and gemini stellium. Pretty sure im an INFJ personality type. I feel a lot of emotions all the time and don't like small talk but getting to know people. Im a private person and have a hard time with relationships but I constantly try to work on myself and learn new things. Really into herbalism lately and reading romance and true crime books.

Love to travel when I can or fantasize about different places. I was an art history major in college so I like art, museums, and like to paint from time to time or make crafts with my mom. Big into true crime podcasts and listening to music. I love being in water and fall time weather. I love cute things like My Melody, stuffed animals, and pastel clothes. Love regency era romance books and Jane Austen, a good old-fashioned courtship warms my heart. Lol Let me know if this is ok and enough for a matchup.

Thank you for your time and your energy! Hope you are doing well and have a great weekend!💐🌻💙💚❤️🦋

Hello dear 💖 thanks for your request.

For marvel I ship you with:

Steve rogers🇺🇲

You and Steve are the old soul romantics.

Your both into art although fun fact Steve can actually draw.

He would be a history dictionary because he can tell you the true events and the false ones.

If your into that regency kind of stuff, Steve would be understandable to it.

He eventually likes how compared to his different timeliness.

Steve would travel with you.

He met you as you were watching the lake, he came up and offered to buy you a coffee.

When you married it was in the chapel and your kid is the next captain America with your hair and his eyes.

For the peaky blinders I ship you with:

Thomas shelby 🚬

Tommy met you through the garrison, you were a barmaid.

Tommy was the leader of the peaky blinders and you knew about the rumours.

He is quite protective of you and if anyone touches you it would be the end for them.

Tommy is rather good looking and you were too.

Expect alot of flirting from his brothers.

They would see you as their sister.

Tommy is rather fond of how your very creative.

He would fund a art gallery just for you.

When reading he would relax and lie in bed while you read Jane austen.

You would furfill the empty space Tommy had when Grace left.

You marry in his manor along with having a child with his hair and eyes.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[gummymina]

Love at the first sight

Paralyzed Park Jihyo x Male Reader

Fluff but cute oneshot (kinda)

Jihyo's pov

'Who will love a girl like me?...In this condition?'

That thought was in my mind ever since Daniel dumped me for another girl. He was just using me for my fame and my body.

I'm was in depression for 2 years. I had an accident which made me like this.

I'm glad that my members and my parents were there for me. And just because of them I feel loved, I feel so special.

The accident was so bad that the doctors had to try their best to not to make my condition worse but they said something that made me, my parents and my members shock...

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"You're paralysed, waist down. In different words, you won't be able to walk again. I'm sorry we tried our best."

That's what the doctor said....And that's another reason why Daniel broke up with me...

At that time I got hurt...Nayeon and jeongyeon unnie were their to comfort me..

Fans knows about what happened with me and they are very supportive.

In fanmeetings some of them ask me that 'Why are you wasting your precious tears on that bastard man?'

Sometimes they are right..Why am I even wasting my tears on that ungrateful d*cky person? Thank God that I didn't do anything with him.

I want someone who could love and accept me in whatever condition I am.

'Will I get someone who loves me as who I am?'

Y/n's pov

Working as fashion designer is a little bit hard. I have my own fashion company.

We even have some models who promote our clothes on magazines.

I'm looking for some models and some designers. We have different application for them to apply for this job.

Right now I'm at my office with a sketch book. Not knowing what the next piece of fashion will be.

I put my head down on the table, signing deeply.

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'God what will happen in my life?'

God's pov

Y/n wants to know what will happen in his life..

Well, I know a girl so I will put y/n with her..

"They both are looking good with each other as if it's like they are meant to be with each other for the rest of their life" The other God said.

I proudly smiled and tell them.

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"Cause they are meant to be"

Jihyo's pov

Here I am, at the han river with no one. No parents and No members.

I just wanted to take some fresh air.

I told my members that I'll be outside but they asked if they want to come with me. But I said a big fat no.

It's been 20 mins since I came her so I think I should go back home now otherwise they will scold me.

I was at the pedestrian road but there was no one so I had to scroll my wheelchair to go that side of the road.

The cars are there but no one is there to guide me to the other side of the road.

I waited for the light to be red so I can cross the road easily.

The light is not working so I decided to cross the road on my own.

I scrolled my wheelchair a bit but there were still cars coming so I scrolled my wheelchair back. It's like I'm pushing my wheelchair back and forth.

Y/n's pov

I buyed some groceries and went outside. I put my groceries on the trunk of the car.

As I was about to sit inside my car I saw a women on a wheelchair trying to cross the road.

I went towards her and tapped her shoulder, making her scared.

"Miss, are you trying to cross the road?" I asked her as I kneel down beside her.

She noded her head cutely but I feel sad for the condition she is in. It will be difficult for her to move around like that.

"Are you alone? Or there's anyone with you?" I asked again, trying not to sound like a kidnapper.

She nodded and looked down, not looking at me. She's alone with no one right now.

"Do you mind if I leave you to your house?"

She froze and looked at me, not sure to come with me or not. I looked back at her, looking straight into her big eyes. I saw everything in her eyes. Her pain, her sadness and her past.

"Don't misunderstand miss, I'm just trying to help you."

She chuckled a bit making my heart flutter for her. I think I'm in love with he-

'No No No, falling in love with someone you just met is so damn wrong!'

"Hello? Mr.? Hello!!!!" I realized that she was waving her hand in front of my eyes, bringing me back into reality.

"I'm sorry....um..-" I got cut off by her.

"Jihyo, Park jihyo" She said with a soft smile, bringing her hand out, offering a hand shake.

I captured her hand with mine. Her hands were soft, soft like a cotton.

"Y/n, Lee Y/n" I smiled but suddenly felt sad when she pulled her hand back.

"So..let's go Jihyo-ssi?"

"Yeah, let's go Y/n-ssi"

I pulled her wheelchair to the footpath, making sure not to hurt her anywhere.

I pushed her wheelchair slowly towards my car as I hummed a song, not wanting to end this moment with her.

"You like backstreet boys?" She asked me, looking up at me. Wah those eyes I want keep it to mysel-

'NOOO! NOT AGAIN!!!'

"Yeah, my mom was a big fan of them"

"Oh! even my mom!" She exclaimed as she smiled like a child.

Sadly, we reached my car as I opened the passenger's door for her. But then, I remembered her condition.

"So...I'm gonna carry you like a baby then put you on the seat while I put your wheelchair on the back ok?"

She nodded her head while blushing as I mentioned how I'm gonna carry her.

I bent a little bit as I wrapped my arm around her waist and the other arm around her legs.

She wrapped both of her arms around my neck to support her body.

I put her inside the passenger's seat and closed the door. I put her wheelchair on the back.

I went to the driver's seat and start the car. Awkward silence filled the car.

"So where do you live?"

"hanmyeon road(random) street: 21 xxxxx"

"Ok so let's just drop you there"

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We're struck in a traffic now. Awkward silence is still there between us. I decided to break the silence.

"So...why were you alone at the han river?"

I didn't got any response so I looked at her and saw her sleeping peacefully. It's like she's sleeping so peacefully after a long tired time.

The light turned green as I start my engine again and drive towards her adress.

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Jihyo's pov

"Jihyo wake up!!!" someone shouted as I growl and rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"What?" I asked, sitting up on the bed.

"You were sleeping for 12 hours now!" Nayeon unnie said as my eyes widen.

"What?!!!!"

"Well, a guy came here-

+FLASHBACK+

Nayeon's pov

It's been 20 mins since that Thomas the train left to take some fresh air and she's still not here!!!

We all are watching TV while waiting for our leader-nim.

We are all worried for her since she can't wal- I mean since she's all by herself.

Suddenly someone rang our bell.

I rushed towards the door thinking it was jihyo.

I opened the door and saw jihyo but in someone's arms!!

I got furious, thinking that the man did something wrong to our leader so I yelled at him.

"Who are you and what did you do to jihyo?!!?!!"

The others came, rushing towards us with kitchen utensils.

"Avengers..." Mina said ready to attack the guy with a freaking frying pan.

"ASSEMBLE!!!" The others yelled, running towards the guy to beat him up.

"Woah, woah, woah easy there. I saw her trying to cross the road as there was no one to guide her. So instead of helping her crossing the road, I drop her here. She looked tired so she fell a sleep in the car"

We all looked at each other and bowed several times saying our apologies.

"We are so sorry! We thought that you did something to her. I'm so sorry um....-"

"It's Y/n, Lee Y/n"

"We are sorry Y/n!" We apologize to him again.

"It's ok, By the way where should I keep her?" He said, referring to jihyo.

"You can keep her in room please" I said stepping aside to let him enter the hall.

"Uh sure but where is her room?"

"Sana, guide him"

Sana nodded as she lead him to our room.

After few seconds, he came down and went towards his car, pulling out jihyo's wheelchair.

He scroll the wheelchair towards the door.

"And here's the wheelchair. Now I have to go! Bye!"

He bowed down as I saw him getting into his car, disappearing from my sight.

+FLASHBACK ENDS+

Jihyo's pov

"Oh, I have to thank him!" I stand up but end up falling down, remembering that I can't walk.

"JIHYO!!" Nayeon rushed towards me and help me to sit on the bed.

"Oh, t-thank you nayeon-unnie"

I said while looking down, feeling guilty for making her worried.

"You should be careful jihyo..you know about your condition right?"

Nayeon-unnie sat down beside me.

"I know b-but I want to thank him for y-yesterday night you know? He helped me last night, at the han river?" I said trying not to blush so hard, thinking about yesterday night.

"Why is park jihyo blushing~? Because of that Lee Y/n huh?~" Nayeon started teasing me.

"Stop it unnie!!" I pouted and throw a pillow at her.

"Oh every time I see you~ Geudae nuneul bol ttaemyeon~ Jakku gaseumi tto seolleyeowa~" Nayeon unnie sang as she grab a lotion bottle, thinking that it was a mic.

"I think.." I was about to say something but I paused for a minute.

"You what?!" She rushed towards me, holding my both shoulders shaking me.

"Ok but first STOP SHAKING ME!!"

I yelled as she stopped shaking me and covered her ears because of my loud voice.

"I think...It's love at the first sight" I blushed as I play with my fingers.

"That means you..oh my God! Are you sure?!!" She covered her mouth with her hand.

I looked at her and nodded..

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"I think I like him"

[sleepyxdarling]

Todoroki, bakugou, and izuku reactions to a a darling who talks bad about themselves.

That moment where you are depressed and it affects your writing...hhh-

Triggers: not as yandere..maybe if you squint it can be.

Lord explosion murder does not play that

The minute he hears you talk shit he will grab you and force you into a rough kiss as a way to shut up

He will start to dish out compliments in his own special way

"You don't look like shit today"

For every insult you have he will counter that as if it's some competition

"shut the fuck up your ass looks great"

"your face is God damn kissable"

"if you say you look like trash again I will kiss you so damn hard that you will be too tired to speak!"

Bakugou may seem like a tough guy but i see him as a fashion expert

LOOK AT HIS OUTFITS LIKE DAMN

"don't wear that...you will look better in this"

Matching outfits! The boy will do it and you both will look amazing!

All and all bakuboi is a good boyfriend

If anyone talks bad about you they will get their ass beat

Will brag about you like this is a war

"[name] IS THE CUTEST THING EVER! SCREW YOUR BOYFRIEND! ARE THEY AS CUTE AS [NAME]?! I DONT THINK SO"

OH BOY

prepare for a long rant about how good you look

Full on sobs when you talk bad about yourself and it makes you feel guilty

Will shower you with so much love that you will drown in it

"you look like a model! Woah! So perfect! So beautiful!"

"Izuku..I'm..I'm wearing sweatpants.."

Will honestly brag about how good you look

Has so many pictures of you and will show other people while crying about how good you look

"DONT THEY LOOK SO CUTE?! WAIT WAIT! LOOK AT THIS ONE! THEY ARE EATING AND HAVE RICE ON THEIR CHEEK!"

I feel like he will have a whole book about how perfect you are

God help you if you insult yourself infront of him

"IZUKU PUT THE BOOK DOWN!"

"PAGE 87! YOUR SMILE SHINES LIKE THE SUN! ITS IN THE BOOK SO ITS TRUE!"

if you think you are heavy he will spend all day carrying you no matter what you say.

On the good note..that's one way to find him in a crowd just insult yourself

"[name] has an ugly smile!"

"WHO SAID THAT?! THEIR SMILE IS LIKE THE SUN! IT SHINES! FIGHT ME!"

You think you look awful??? Nonsense!

He will be a little dense but will be just as surprised

"why are you saying such awful things..you are perfect"

Will buy expensive clothes(with endeavor's card) hoping you see what he sees in you

If he hears someone talk bad about you then he will incase them in ice before going on a rant about why you are perfect

He is a clingy and affectionate guy so expect lots of kisses if you even try to say you look awful

He won't brag as aggressively as the other two but he will brag

"yesterday during lunch [name] brought me cup soba noodles..I truly am a lucky person"

"[name], you look quite nice today..did you do something with your hair?"

"no...?"

He won't have a book like Izuku but he will have printed out photos

"ugh I looked ugly as a kid..if we have kids I hope they look like you"

"no you didn't..you look adorable"

Whips out a picture from his wallet of your baby photo

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!"

"I paid your mother for these photos"

If you say you are trash he will proceed to be Petty and step inside said trash can

"let's be trash together.."

"todoroki...that's so sweet...but your clothes smell awful now and I'm not hugging you until you shower"

"ah...I see.."

[valehirvas]

Hi! I need help understanding what Is gender dysphoria from a transsexual perspective because I'm confuse at my own experiences and the doctors I've seen viewerd dysphoria as only wanting to/believing you are the opposite sex and nothing more

I’m not an expert on this obviously, all I’ve got is just my own experience.

For me, it’s primarily a strong desire and a feeling of “should be” about male sex characteristics. As a child, I would often cry in my bed looking forwards in my life thinking it was already over because I wasn’t a boy, not because being a girl to me was bad in itself - I didn’t view it as limitating or see myself as lesser in any shape or form, I just didn’t feel like my body was as it should have been and the thought of never physically becoming a boy was crushing to me. This came along with various stupid childish misadventures like trying to learn to pee like a boy to feel more comfortable: let’s just say that one ended up in a disaster. I also quite classically tried to explain to my mother how I felt - that I wasn’t like a “girl girl”, I was more a boy girl. Something like that.

I didn’t have social dysphoria at this stage, because I’m very privileged in the sense that my parents and most adults around me allowed me to be exactly who I was, and those who found me disagreeable and too boyish never explicitly made it a gender issue, so I was blissfully unaware of the idea that girls weren’t supposed to act the way I was acting. I was very much a tomboy, but I was never made to feel like this was a bad thing, it was just who I was. I was in a lot of minor trouble often because of how active and curious I was as a kid, but nothing worse than doing what other adventurous kids were getting up to. For example, we liked breaking into the sewer system to chase frogs. Our parents HATED it, for obvious reasons. Things like that. But these were hardly things that only boys got into, and my friend group was rather equally split between the sexes at the time, so yeah, no, my social dysphoria did not exist at this time.

With puberty, things got a lot rougher. It’s tough to tell how much of it was because of dysphoria and how much of it was because of abuse in my life; I was targeted by a school teacher who made my life hell and triggered my depression at the ripe old age of 11, and ever since things were just really difficult for me.

I was still struggling with wanting to be a boy; I only had male role models, only male ideals of what I wanted to grow up to be, in terms of media and idols. I desperately wanted facial hair. Meanwhile, I was being raised by a single mother, and my experience with men was dreadful, and puberty chased off my male friends so I was left living in an all-female bubble, pretty much. I didn’t feel separate from it, but I was certainly different. My friends went down a more traditionally feminine path while I was a clusterfuck of alternative fashion and obscure interests.

My biggest “oh” moment was when I was about 12 years old and for the first time approached my mom to buy my own set of clothes - I’d secretly wanted to dress up as one of the boys for a long time, but this was the first time I really got to try it out. Being a skater was in because this was the early 2000s, so I bought a large t-shirt and a pair of skate shoes, and yes, a skateboard, and when I looked into the mirror like that, I felt like I was in heaven. I felt like things were finally going right and that this was who I wanted to be, that this was who I was supposed to be.

When I was 14, I met my first trans person. I had a terrible crush on him, he was a couple years older than me and identified as an FtM. The year was, what, 2005? I knew instantly that I was the same as him, but it scared me so badly I swore off ever thinking about it again, and that I’d just live as a woman like I was meant to be, because he was extremely suicidal and abused alcohol and drugs, and I didn’t want to die like that. It just seemed like the worst outcome - I knew I was like that, too, but I didn’t want that future. I was afraid if I’d accept how I felt, I’d end up killing myself like he’d tried to do so many times already. So I went DEEP into the closet.

I struggled a lot with relationships, being viewed as a girlfriend and treated as such, like my partners telling me they loved how I looked, touching my body, appreciating it as a female body. I told my first love that I wanted to go by the name of Gabriel, and that I felt like a boy inside, but that was as far as I went. I was 15 at the time. Around the same age I got sent to a group home because the social services were struggling with me (I wasn’t attending school due to my depression and various other mental disorders, and they needed to get me off their books asap). There, I was assigned men’s deodorant because they were out of women’s, and I never went back from there. Little things like that just made me feel so much better in my own skin. Now I at least smelled like a guy. It felt heavenly. In this same place, my supervisor was a nice young woman who borrowed me movies to watch. One of them was Boys Don’t Cry. Let’s just say I was pretty badly traumatized by that, and went ever deeper in the closet, because once more I knew that I was exactly what was portrayed on the screen but the reality of it was... well, I’d either kill myself or be murdered. Nobody wants that. So yeah, there.

Afterwards I went hyperfeminine but also became incredibly toxic because of how bad I felt in my own skin - I was extremely unstable, but at least I was playing my role right, right? I was suppressing how I really felt and trying to force myself into some weird caricature of a woman to spare myself from a painful death.

I used to do a lot of larping as an older teen and a young adult. When I was 18, one of my girlfriend’s characters was transsexual, and I went looking for information about the condition, you know, having the excuse of just “doing research”. That was the turning point. It was so comforting to know that I wasn’t alone, that this was something other people had gone through, too. That I didn’t have to live like this forever.

The things that bothered me most were the fact that I couldn’t grow facial hair, and my chest, which has always been very large. I’ve never had particularly bad dysphoria about the shape and size of my body, and I coped with genital dysphoria by packing, but the fact that I couldn’t grow a beard was the worst thing in the world to me. I went through a year of self-searching and research, during which my girlfriend left me because, duh, she’s a lesbian and I’d just come out as a trans man and it just wasn’t working out anymore, but she stuck by my side to help me become who I wanted to be, and fuck if it wasn’t working. Embracing the way I’d felt and doing the things that helped me feel better - like wearing the kinds of clothes that gave me that sense of comfort and rightness, and binding my chest - helped me to such a big degree that I stopped being completely fucking awful as a person. I stopped flipping out at the smallest of triggers and slamming doors and shouting and being an absolutely unbearable piece of shit, and my ex has repeatedly told me how good it felt seeing me become so much happier before her eyes. I practically changed as a person when I started my transition, first socially and then eventually medically, I became a very calm and difficult to irritate kind of an individual instead of the mess I’d been the years before. And I don’t mean “changed as a person” like I adopted a different personality, just that I stopped being blinded with anger and self-hatred at all hours of the day and lashing out at anyone who dared to love me as I was because I couldn’t.

Starting medical transition scared the shit out of me, because I’ve always been afraid of permanent changes. I nearly ran out of my tattoo appointment last minute because the idea of being marked forever killed me, and I only have one piercing that I can take out without leaving a visible scar for that reason. So obviously, taking that step was horrifying to me, but after doing my time looking into my soul and reflecting on my needs and desires for a year, attending some councelling and in general looking into what I really wanted from my life, I finally entered the diagnostic process, which here took at the time six months at the very least and included a lot of more thorough examinations like a psychological evaluation, chromosomal check and even an IQ test to make sure I was capable of consenting to the treatments.

Testosterone was a gift from gods in how much it eased my dysphoria. I ended up quitting it eventually because of how much it messed with my mental disorders like anxiety, and worsened my psychosis, but in terms of how much more at ease I became with my body, I can’t thank it enough. Seeing my body grow more hair on it, even some of that facial hair I’d always wanted, was blissful. Having my voice drop was comforting and comfortable, and I was excited to practice it and get back my range for singing and speaking, and that whole period of changes was just so good to me. I can’t describe it any other way. My dysphoria’s never come back since I stopped, because the changes that happened were those that I’d so desperately needed the whole time. I never got top surgery because of weight limitations placed on it, and this was an enormous source of pain for me for a long time, but I’ve learned to cope with it now. I’m getting along with my boobs because they’re just a part of my body, that is, unless they start growing cancer which does run in the family, and I’m never not suspicious of them for that reason.

It’s just, it’s hard to describe the story of my dysphoria without telling you all of this. It’s not just one or two things, it’s a history of a lifetime, little things that are good and this grand shadow that follows you around and makes everything more painful and difficult to endure because it’s already weighting you down. The terror of realisations and going back in the closet, but also the unmatched comfort and feeling of finally being how you were meant to be when you see yourself more akin to the picture in your head.

There’s a lot that I’ve left out, and not much of this is probably very helpful, but it is what it is.

[imagineyourstars]

JABDJSJSJ MATCHUPS I'm a girl long (thick) black hair, and I'm 163cm. I tend to be really polite but I'm usually super loud and sometimes I have an attitude when I'm with people I'm comfortable w (like best friends and family). I don't have many hobbies, but I've started taking interest in teas and pastries. Singing is also really fun. I spend most of my time on my phone talking w friends. Also I'm not really into the things other girls like so I generally feel out of place at school, etc.

hi you !! I see you a lot in the blog’s notificationsso it was fun to finally do your matchup lmao! I hope you like it ♥ I didn’thesitate one second when writing this, as weird as it may seem the two of youare perfect for each other !!!

Your match is Arashi Narukami !

His first reaction when learning a girl had joined theschool was to gasp loudly. A girl ? A ray of light and hope in this ocean ofmale sweat and dirty jokes ? He didn’t even know you and yet he already considered you his savior. He hurried to meet you, really giddy at the thought he’d finally havesomeone to chat about girly things with ! He found really sweet the fact youtend to be very polite, but told you he’d be way happier if you could be morecasual with him. He wants to be your friend, after all : you don’t need to betoo uptight with him ! And that’s how he took you under his wing as if it werethe most natural thing to do.

Soon enough, you had a self-proclaimed big sister.Arashi’s ready to do absolutely anything to help you feel at home at Yumenosaki! He’ll show you around and make sure you’re not lost, help you withassignments after classes, introduce you to people… He also loves to join youduring lunch break and eat with you ! Most of the time he cooks his lunch athome and brings it with him, so he took the habit to cook a little bit more tomake you taste his cooking every day. He’s a very positive and nice person, sohanging out with him is really fun !To be fair, he was surprised to learn you’re not into girly things. Oh, but hewon’t give up so easily. He won’t bore you talking about makeup all day long,don’t worry. But he likes to bring you at his favorite stores after classes,showing you cute things he likes and offering to buy something for you. Expecthim to invite you to his house during weekends, and to gossip while doing yournails. He could become a professional, really. He likes to do your hair, too,and you always look like a different person once he’s done ! He won’t force youto try those things out, though, and simply offers to give you a little makeover oradvice if you want. Besides, it’s not like it’s unpleasant : he even sometimeshelps you use facemasks and skin care products ! It’s always a bit embarrassingto have him touch your face so openly, but it feels amazing and you have toadmit he’s really talented with his fingers.

Arashi came to absolutely adore you in record time :it kind of feels like you’re his little sister ! You don’t know much aboutfashion, makeup and other traditionally feminine activities, so he has anexcuse to teach you ! That’s not all you do together though. He likes to trainsinging with you, often giving you little tips. He loves your singing voice andsometimes even cries when you try singing emotional songs.He thinks you loving tea and pastries is really cute and loves to bring you tohis favorite cafés after school ! He claims his two favorite things in theworld are reunited there : sweet things and your smile ! He’ll often just stickto tea, though, as he’s always trying out a new diet. You know it’s for his modellingcareer so you can’t really say much, but you kind of feel sad for him when younotice how sugar-starved he looks…This is exactly why you started looking into cooking : you wanted to makesweets he could eat while dieting without feeling bad ! As you’re not veryinterested in girly stuff, you never really considered making sweets for yourloved ones, but you picked up quite a few tricks while helping Arashi around.Besides, he said himself he’d love to taste your cooking someday. The first fewtries didn’t go exactly as well as you hoped, but eventually you managed tomake the perfect snack for him : low-calories but still sweet anddelicious-looking ! He was really flustered when you gave it to him and huggedyou tight, saying he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone like you in hislife. He even teared up a bit !

As time went by, you started to notice you didn’t onlyharbor friendly feelings towards Arashi. Sure, you did at first. But he’s sonice and kind… And pretty, too. It’s only natural that you’d grow a bit of acrush on him at some point… right ? You didn’t dare talk to him about it atfirst. After all, he’s always saying he considers you like his little sister,or gushing about how handsome Kunugi-sensei is. It’s not as if someone like youstood a chance, right… ? He’s always surrounded by pretty girls, too. Yousometimes come to cheer on him during photoshoots, and his girlcoworkers love to flock around him like lovestruck puppies. You used to think you couldn’t possible rival models… They’re the type of cute and girly girls Arashi seems to love, too.So naturally, you decided confessing to him wasn’t a good idea.Only, Arashi noticed you were looking pretty depressed. He came to confront youabout it, asking what was wrong. You were ready to just pretend everything wasfine when he surprised you, softly asking how you would react if he said heloved you more than as a friend. And he wasn’t joking or playing around : hedid admit he had a crush on you on the spot, looking dead serious. To behonest, you still can’t believe he’s your boyfriend now. All that it took wasto tell him you felt the same, and boom : instant boyfriend. Crazy, right ?

But to Arashi, the fun has only just begun. Now hegets to tell everyone he’s dating you, and he has an excuse to constantly betalking about you (which he was already doing before, anyway). He loves to take you out ondates, bringing you to his favorite places and doing silly couple stufftogether ! Going skating together : check. Buying matching clothes : check.Kissing in the amusement park’s ferris wheel : check. Oh but beware if he triesto bring you shopping with him : you’re going to be complaining and holding thebags while he drools over the clothes on the racks. People often look at you inamusement : it’s not very common to see the roles in a couple being reversed like they arefor you and Arashi !Your boyfriend also loves to have nice, long chats with you. He’s prettytalkative but also likes to listen, loving how loud you can get. He’ll also letyou rant or complain about stuff if you want and will be 100% supportive ofyou !

You managed to land yourself a great boyfriend,congrats ! Arashi’s very passionate and takes your interests to heart. He’salways proud of you and pushes you to do your very best ! To him, nothing’sbetter than just spending lovey-dovey moments with you, holding you in his armswhile doing something you love. He treasures you dearly and will make you happy !

Other possible match : Mika

[keenregine]

Oh, it makes me wonder

Woke up, checked my email, saw my pay slip. Was happy for a moment, like whoa. Although half of those will go straight to my Mom like every month as always. Which I do willingly, with all my heart because I want her to be happy, to a sense that she can buy anything she desires. But knowing my Mom, she would rather spend those on simple things, or saving it up for necessary emergencies. I was actually the one forcing her to buy clothes, bags, jewelries. But then again, she would refuse. And I don't dare to convince her again, because definitely she'll kick my ass the next time. I always tell her that finally, we can do anything we want, we can buy things that we could not afford to buy before. She then would tell me, money is not what matters. I admire for being humble. What she's really proud of though, is that my siblings and I finished college, took the licensure exams once and had a stable job at the present. Which is I agree, one of the best achievements any parent could have.

 Don't feel the need to talk about this in detail, but last week I found out that our hometown residence was now under my name. My Mom surprised me telling me that the money I was sending is really for the arrangement of this whole thing. Papers, taxes, title, etc. I felt really touched, thankful, words cannot really explain. I remember her telling me this before, but I didn't took it quite seriously. She then said, that she was the one thankful for having me as a daughter. Always generous and giving, not being questionable. Although we experienced the opposite from my older sister, I did not use that as revenge and instead chose to do the good thing still. Ok, that's enough before I tear up.

 Anyways, I actually feel sorry for those people who strive to look rich even if they're not that successful yet. Striving to have that kind of  luxury when it can't even actually afford by their salary. Not impressive but depressing. And why buy fake? Just to fit in a society they don't belong? I don't understand that really. Few examples are Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg, they are probably the richest men on this planet, like filthy rich, but when they show up in public they don't dress themselves striking just to get attention. They only wore basics. Those are the kind of people who are far more admirable, considering they earn a lot and also humble because they have real contribution in the world we're living in. I admit I want to have those luxury things someday. But not at the moment, only if there comes a time that I can afford it. And if I have triple the amount of the thing I want in my bank account, then I ‘might’ consider. Actually, I'm not an avid fan of designers, it's hard for me to choose since most of them are not really my taste. I don't like quilted texture, too many logo patterns , too many studs, glitters and sequins, too many buckles (gold or silver), chain straps and dangling straps, furs, too obvious logos of the designers name. And mostly, there are a lot of fake and replicas out there that are just. Ugh, big no no. I only want simple, one color (black) as always, simple design, probably vintage. And I also thought, I'm not a business woman attending meetings, I'm not a fashion blogger being paid to attend events and promote stuffs. I'm not a celebrity or performer going on a photoshoot or doing commercials, forcing and buying these incredibly too expensive things. Having the latest phone models, but in loan or lend money. Tsk tsk. hashtag/blessed. Lol I'm contented with what I have right now, nothing more, nothing less. Not trying to impress others. The concept of humble beginnings, and simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

Now now, let’s all calm ourselves. I’m pertaining to you Regine. Lol Every person has their own preference and opinion. Opinionated girl out!