#im rambling and not making sense but you get the point 😅

[lexa-griffins]

I’m sure the first few years of clexa’s relationship in canon must’ve been tough. Obviously, they must’ve been hiding at first because Lexa dating an ambassador would be a complete conflict of interest. But Clarke doesn’t have much of a choice. She’s the ambassador, and all she’s ever been has been tied to representing skaikru, it’s not like she can just have another position in polis. Getting another job for her clan would mean she has to move away and won’t be living in Polis anymore. And well, I can’t imagine Clarke just deciding she won’t do anything anymore, she has the biggest savior complex.

Yup, yup, I'm sure it would not have been an easy thing at first. I think it wouldn't be a secret so to speak - Lexa's feelings for Clarke were never really a secret to begin with since everyone and their mom was aware of Lexa's "weakness" - but it would also be something people don't talk about.

But that also means Clarke being an ambassador can create tension and, like you said, its a complete conflict of interest. Now, do I like to believe people have more faith in Lexa than thinking that she'll bend over for Clarke at any given time? Of course, their bedroom life is none of their business (sorry adsdfjdsfkh) but sure, there would always be ambassadors, especially those that have rockier relationships with Polis, that would accuse her of such.

I really think Clarke would have to embrace her Wanheda title, cut any association line with Skaikru as their leader/ambassador and really become something that's associated with Heda directly; be it an advisor, an executioner, something that serves Heda and the coalition directly. Because you're absolutely correct, there is no way Clarke would spend her days just frolicking around Polis or closed inside Lexa's room drawing and be happy with that. I think even going back to her healer roots would not be very doable for her, Clarke would need to still be trained (Clarke has needed Abby to come in and actually save people at least a couple of times, she is not fully medically trained or at least still needs a lot more practice) and after all she's been through I cant see Clarke particularly wanting to go back to being a student for something that doesn't even fulfill her. And yes, with the massive saviors and hero complex Clarke has it feels almost impossible for her to not want to be involved in being at the very least, an advisor of sorts. And even Lexa, I dont think, would accept Clarke not being an active part of the coalition, "you were born for this, same as me", Lexa knows very well that Clarke would never stay put and she trusts Clarke's judgement far too much to not have her by her side.

[nouvxllev]

Hi loved your recent Jenna fic

I have a request where reader confesses their feelings to Jenna after a long friendship (you can figure out how long and that friendship if you want) and Jenna doesn’t really react and unfortunately something or someone interrupts them that forces them to push that topic aside or something then Jenna like shuts down because she goes over reader’s confession over and over because how did she not see it that what she felt towards reader was exactly the same thing which leads her to think over having a relationship with reader and how it’ll work or how it won’t work I’m rambling at this point so you can just take over from here if you want

Just something along those lines idk if that made sense you can ignore this if it doesn’t ha😅

so this is love?

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Gn!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 4.7k (damn i expected it was gonna be more than 5k)

Warnings: a long fucking love confession!!! you'd think to yourself how did they even say that in one breath, jenna being the oblivious little shit, r and j.o is horrendously inlove w eachother its fuckng insane, kind of bittersweet kind of just sweet, several 7 husbands of evelyn hugo references, im yapping too much about love here

a/n: first of all, thank you so so much!! and hope you'll like this one anon, thank you for the idea!

masterlist.

"Y/n, I'm thinking about changing this scene. Just a slight bit, nothing too over the top. What'd you think?"

"Yeah? Oh, yeah. Definitely."

"But it's such a late change—fuck, I should've told Tim a little earlier. You think he's gonna get frustrated? Then again, he's a sweet guy, I don't think he will."

"Jenna. Jenna, I like you. So fucking much. It's spontaneous, a little on the weird side that I'm telling you this now in your Wednesday Addams get up with a script on your hands asking me if your idea is good or not, even if it is—everything you do is amazing—but I'm in love with you for little over a year now and it's tearing me apart so please just reject me so I can move on."

"Yeah, yeah I like the idea too but—what?"

"I like you. Jenna."

. . .

Here's the thing:

You give a poet paper, they will embellish it with their words. People will mourn over their unfortunately late mortal soul enclosed with a tomb that carries their quill and ink.

You give a painter a blank canvas with nothing but their own mind, they will create a sensation, a masterpiece, a tour de force. People will gaze upon it in awe, so valuable they will waste a fortune.

You give a musician a silent room, an auditorium with nothing but a few instruments and tarnished worksheets. They will make out of it, they will fill the room with melodies that no one would hear, yet the very vibrations would resonate with the walls.

But if someone gives out their heart to you, they will pour it all over you. They will reprogram their own organ so that it beats solely for you. They will rip it out of their chest in bleeding agony and give it to you with no price more than their own faith.

You are given no options other than cherish it, treasure it, be thankful someone admires you as such they will do anything and everything for a piece of your attention, maybe even reciprocation.

You are also given the option to trample on it, break it, shatter it into minuscule pieces that have no intention in restoring to it's formal use. Let it be nothing but a bullet to their own decision, to their own emotion, to their own choice to love you.

Jenna was given those options. None other from her friend since the day she became an actress at a young age, a childhood friend even. What now?

. . .

"...What?"

The brunette responded, murmured even, like she was out of breath. The corner of her lips forced themselves to tug into an awkward smile.

What else are you going to respond with if you're stuck in a situation where your friend of a decade, nearly how long Jenna has been in this fucking industry, tells you that they're in love with you?

You shook your head, noticing how Jenna's gaze flicker to your fidgeting hands. "I like you, Jenna. Like, like you. I love you—no, that's crossing the line. But I just... like you, Jenna. Don't you get it?"

Jenna blinked. So much for being in character. She scoffed, albeit playful, running her fingers through Wednesday's fringe, "Yeah. I like you too. We are friends. Best of friends."

You shook your head once more, slowly taking a step forward towards Jenna like you were cautious. "No, Jenna, I—" you sighed, "I like you. Romantically. Like I'm willing to be in a relationship with you like way."

Oh.

Jenna swallowed the ever growing lump in her throat, feeling her eyebrows crease yet a smile was still present on her face. Her lips parted, threatening to say anything that just comes to her mind at this point. "You… you're serious?" Her voice wavered.

"Very. Dead serious." You nodded, gulping in your own words like you were trying to swallow them whole.

"I don't want our friendship to die out because of this, I wished I should've stopped my mouth from rambling all this to you so spontaneously but I—I should've done it more romantically than this setting. I've been in love with you my whole life, I've loved you for as long as I can remember even if I lose my memories. I'm not a romantic soul, I'm more far from it, and I'll never find the words even if I'm given a lifetime to describe how much I love you. I'm… I'm not saying all of this so you could reciprocate what I feel, it's just that I'll be lying to myself everytime I breath if I don't tell you this. You're my colleague, my co-star, my friend, my childhood, my everything ever since we met on that set of that god-awful ad that I cannot for the life of me watch again. I noticed that I talk to you almost everyday, how I adapted to your weird fucking horror movies that I absolutely somehow love, how I—I bought a stupid vinyl because you liked the artist, how I started listening to your music taste, how I started writing poems, how you always manage to sneak up in my conversations with others. You don't have to even be there, and yet, you linger in my words. I would surrender everything I worked for just for you, I would do anything, sacrifice my time and all. You've been all of those and more, and it's shocking that I'm only saying this now, after five years of loving you, half of the time we've known each other."

Jenna was silent, her lips parting as if to speak, but her mind held her back. But her heart did everything to speak, yet it never came.

She was lost, unsure, afraid. She didn't understand, and she fears that you know she doesn't. She never will unless time so happens to be on her side. Breathing was the only option, and breathing out was her only relief that she was alive.

She looked at you, and you looked at her back. No words exchanged. Your hands are now fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, pulling the loose strings apart as you catch your breath.

Jenna could grab your hand, apologize, and reject you. She could throw everything you both had built and walk away, leaving you behind to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart.

Maybe that both of you will go to separate paths after filming was over. Maybe you'd tear away the contract that stated that in all your shows, Jenna should be there.

But the thought pained her.

It's painful, it's torture, it's agony, it's suffering to live in that universe where you weren't the one Jenna calls when it's a rainy day. The universe where Jenna stays awake, mellowing in her own woe, not knowing who to turn to, who to call at the dead of night. The universe where every poem on her phone, on her paper, on her notes, on every surface she had the ability to write on, wasn't meant for you.

Do you refer to that as love?

"Y/n, I... I just need some—"

"Y/n! There you are."

Shit.

Tim cut Jenna off, approaching the both of them, but more primarily you.

"Y/n, makeup team, and Jenna, your scene."

It all took Tim nothing but to speak seven words for the both of them to pry their eyes off eachother and remind themselves it was a professional setting. With professional actors and professional feelings. Nothing personal, is what Tim would say.

Jenna was an actor. You were an actor, her co-star.

That just so happens to be in love with her.

You nodded as you looked right at Tim, your gaze leaving Jenna for the first time.

Jenna was desperate to hold your hand, take a firm grip of your wrist and to tell you to 'stay' or 'don't go' like what they do at cheesy romance movies where the guy gets the girl.

But it wasn't. Jenna would've loved you if it were a movie.

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The question still arises on set. Dressed up as Wednesday, cameras rolling, her mind wandering nowhere near the scene but your trailer.

What do you do when a friend confesses their love to you?

A friend who's been a familiar presence in Jenna's life, a friend who's been there since Jenna learned her heart yearned for others, how it beats for other people.

Someone through every moment of self-doubt, they saved her when she couldn't save herself. Through struggles that Jenna considered could be something to gash her mending heart, but they would offer a piece of theres in exchange for happiness in her.

A friend she loves.

It's a simple. You fold your heart in half, maybe even in fourths, then tuck it away in the deepest depths of your pocket. You might stamp it, decorate it, perhaps even address it to none other than your soulmate.

What do you do if you don’t know your soulmate?

You look for them. Jenna never looked for love outside of her family or friends; her heart was content with the familiar comfort of their love. Those were the types of love she knew. She had never felt the need to pursue romance.

Probably because everyone sees some others as they want them to be in their own head. They fall in love with the idea of them, the person they want them to be. An idealized version only they see fit to their desires, a false projection.

Most people would call her beautiful or pretty. She would pass the street and people would look at her, stare at her, look at her up and down, maybe even subtly lick their lips. They look up at her like she’s a force they cannot compete with, like she wasn’t human. Not amongst them. They will compliment her base on her appearance, and in rare cases, on how talented she is.

But someone would call her glorious, like Greece, and grandeur like Rome. Someone would call her lovely, not in a way everyone calls her, but someone would look up at her with eyes that feel like they’re borrowing, harnessing even, the energy of a thousand suns to even look at her. Like she was a garden. But yet, they would also look at her like she was an old friend. An old soul, the soul that could melt yours but still be so comforting.

And it was you.

Most people would look at her and smile. Say hi, wave a greeting, a handshake if it was really needed.

But you look at her as if you were seeing something more, as if Jenna had never seen a person more in awe that you when you look at her. Like how the sun would be nothing without her, how you'll spend your whole life loving her and nothing more, how you look at her and she feels though as if she has never been admired in her whole life. If she was someone intolerable, someone unbearable, suffering to a degree you'd rather die, and you would. But only if it were in her arms.

Most people would describe her as someone talented, art, hot, stunning, sexy. Like she was nothing but a piece of imagination to someone, like her good traits were the only characteristics that made her Jenna Ortega.

But you would turn all of those down. You would say, no, in the face of the interviewer. You would say that she was the renaissance reincarnated as a single human, that was beauty in everything imperfect, she was the art that would put the Sistine Chapel to shame, the sculpture that would have Michelangelo resurrecting from the dead only to lie back of how undoubtedly perfect and impossible to replicate the pure astonishing beauty that was her.

You were an old friend of Jenna, the two of you were ever since Jenna played young Jane in Jane the virgin at twelve years old and you had approached her as an extra to be her somewhat, co-star-in-the-future-friend.

And now, she's only imagining what would've happened if you hadn't been the big ball of sunshine that you always were up until now.

There were times that you would make her laugh, putting up a half-assed comedy show whenever she's in a bad mood, but then you'll give her space if she doesn't budge. Times where you would hold her close in your arms whenever she's on the verge of tears, and times where you hold her close to you whenever she achieved something.

There were times she wasn't proud of herself, how self-doubt creeped into her mind and slowly started to deteriorate her soul, yet you were there. You called her brilliant, a genius, someone show-stopping people from all around the world would be shocked how amazing she was and a few other words that she kept close to her heart.

There were times where Jenna calls you, telling you how filming was all too stressful and she needs a break. Then you're with her the next day, surprisingly becoming an extra or maybe a new side character to her films.

You were always saying how you would protect her at the age of twelve, and she'd always respond with "how?" with a laugh, then you'd respond with a simple shrug saying, "I'd love you."

Jenna didn't understand it at first and yet you understood her in such a short amount of time. How you knew why she always has her headphones on, how you wrote down and knew at the top of a hat what she likes and what she hates, how your laugh sounded at her most darkest of jokes, how you would bring back snacks whenever you're on a run, how you would always say 'i love you' in times where she's breaking down.

And up until now, she never understood why you would protect her with your love.

Jenna was your friend but you treated her like she was your everything.

And up until now, she realized that she loved you back.

And up until now, she realized how could she even dare to live without giving you the same love as you did to her?

People tell you that relationships are easy, that they're lovely, that they tell you that love is the only thing that keeps the both of them going.

But they don't tell you the rest.

They don't tell the pain you want to go through all for your significant other. The nights you want them to be in your arms but you've gone through yet another foolish argument that created a hole in your heart that seem to never mend, but it will.

It made sense that Jenna never wanted to be in a relationship, it was scary. The answer to a question as such was always going to be no. How there was always someone going to be hurt or inflict hurt.

But it never made sense that Jenna would experience pain with no presence of mercy to be with you.

Everyone talks about falling out of love, but that's bullshit. If you fall out of love, then there must be a reason you should've never fell from them in the first place. It's something Jenna never understood why falling out of love was never a thing if love prospered and it was for all eternity.

But the thought of being in a relationship with you, and having to watch you fall out of love with her is terrifying.

The two of you would work because the both of you are long friends, childhood friends. Yet, it won't. Because the two of you were friends. What would happen if Jenna let you in the most deepest parts of her heart? What would happen if you did? Would you get turned off? Would she get turned off? She wouldn't. You wouldn't

If no one had stopped Jenna in the midst of her performance as Wednesday, she wouldn't notice she was messing up her lines. She wouldn't have noticed that she was crying.

But she did notice that one familiar scent you always carried around you; that one perfume mixed with the shampoo you used everyday. Jenna was around you her whole life and she never got tired of it. It could be the smell of her home, like that one familiar scent at your childhood home.

It wasn't long before she felt a pair of two hands grabbing her shoulders, tugging her gently, and it wasn't long before she felt herself walking with them.

The voices were drowned out, muffled, she can hear someone saying to "let her take a break until she's feeling better. Emma, your scene."

"Jenna?"

"Jenna, please, talk to me, why are you crying?"

"Shit—Jenna? Jenna, it's alright, I'm—Well, I shouldn't probably be here."

She knew that voice. How could she forget them?

It wasn't fair that Jenna's heart skipped a beat once she heard your pitch, like you were worried or concerned. She recognized it all too well that it brought a sense of comfort in her soul.

"Y/n?" She whispered, noticing how you brought her into your trailer and sat her down. "Shit. Fuck, I'm supposed to be on set. Y/n, why am I—"

"Jenna. Jenna, hey, look at me," you grabbed her hands, your touch a bit too warm as you held hers tightly, but it never failed to give her peace. "I'm sorry, I know I'm not the one who should be doing this since you know, the whole shit that happened an hour ago."

Jenna looked down at your hands, your thumb slowly caressing the back of her palm, a silent permission. A permission she would always grant with open arms. Or maybe hands in this case.

You nodded, fixing yourself up on the couch as you look at Jenna. "We're gonna take deep breaths, alright? I'll be here, don't worry." You squeezed her hand in reassurance.

"No, y/n, I—I need to tell you something, please—"

"Jenna." You sighed, noticing how it wasn't out of annoyance but out of concern. "Your voice is cracking, you're stuttering, you're in a higher pitch than you are normally. And more importantly, you have tears in your eyes." You would sooner or later interlock your fingers with Jenna's offering another reassuring squeeze. "I'll protect you. You're safe with me, don't worry, please, Jenna."

Oh.

. . .

You know, people think sex is intimacy, the highest form of intimacy there is. 

But they're wrong.

It’s being able to realize something heartbreaking, something that cuts you deep in your soul to the point where no amount of bandages will help. But somehow, someway, someone so special could heal it with their words.

It’s where you can be vulnerable with someone, be happy, be sad, be angry, be every emotion you’re afraid surrendering to. They will wrap their arms around you and whisper to you that they’re there for you. You’re safe with them.

It’s when you realize that heaven couldn’t be real if it isn’t with them. 

It's when you realize that everyone got it wrong in perceiving them, noticing how you're the only one who truly understands them.

It’s when you realize every living and late poet was wrong in their writings, in their words, in their books. Love wasn’t an emotion, it wasn’t a choice. It was someone. Someone special.

It’s when you realize if ever you’ve completely turned the whole world against you, the time where you’ve devastated everyone in turn for your own selfish needs. Yet you will find yourself standing in front of them. Realizing you’ve spared them from your wrath.

You expect them to hurt you. To break you, to do everything within and over their power to make you experience the same pain you’ve inflicted.

Yet they will show no betrayal.

They will simply show understanding, awe even. Love. They will catch if you if you fall from the top you’ve tore and exhausted yourself. They will sing to you if you feel every melody has nothing. They will do everything, they will accept you, not only because of you, but because of what you carry, what you’re pretending not to be.

Love was never easy, Jenna knew that. You don’t listen to Pat Benatar or The Cascades to not know what true love does to someone; It will shatter you, then mend your now fragile heart like its nothing. It will let you experience grief, then peace. It will let you feel nothing, then everything. It’s not simple, never is. It’s complicated, it’s fucked up. It’s terrifying. So fucking terrifying. 

But if Jenna was going to experience everything she’s thinking of right now; Agonizing heartache that feels like mercy isn’t even an option, and peace she had never felt before, it was going to be with you.

. . .

"Jenna? Jenna are you—"

She had never really truly felt luxury in a while until she let her trembling hands reach up to cup your cheeks, stealing one glance away from your eyes before closing her own and softly pressing her lips against yours. 

What do you say to a friend you realized you’ve fallen in love with now?

Maybe you’d kiss them, like what Jenna is doing now. Let yourself bring peace in your world that is full of unjust morals—let them be a light, be something that felt half as right as loving the taste of their lips on yours.

Maybe you'd let them into your world. Remind them of how they're the only ones in this life were worth devoting your entire life to, how being in their presence was an experience of a life time.

Maybe you'd let them care about your entire being. Let yourself be vulnerable, be free within their arms. Let them tell you that they're going no where but to where you're headed, that peace only belongs to a place where you're present.

Maybe you’d tell them how you like the way they look at their belongings like it was their favorite part of the day? Tell them how they make you feel that everything is possible, how you knew that you’ll be living as much as they would be smiling.

Or maybe, Jenna would say this,

"Y/n," she broke off the kiss, her hands returning to her lap and intertwining with yours. "I'm sorry. I couldn't give a proper reaction to your confession earlier. It was so stupid of me I—"

You laughed. Fuck, your laugh was beautiful.

"Don't worry, Jenna. You don't really feel the same way as I do, and that's fine. I just—I just hope it won't ruin our friendship, you know?"

Jenna scoffed, eyebrows creasing, "No, y/n, give me time to talk, please." She laughed, then took a deep breath.

"I love you, y/n. I never really realized that, I mistook them for something lesser. Mostly because love wasn’t the right term to describe it. Love is simple, fast, overused, something tossed around so carelessly that it couldn't be something I'd say to you; you don’t deserve such a weak word that has no meaning but tarnished from other people. It’s not complex, like how you’re represented in my soul, how you grown ivy around my heart as if I’m trapped in your unbearable love, yet why do I accept such an idea that is only a metaphor that I wish it were true? It's clear that no one knows me greater than you have. It happens more often than not that people will see right through me, only to find a barricade of walls that reflects repressed emotions that keep them from entering. But you tell a different story, different words that people don’t use to tear at my heart. You whisper something so precious that I wish to hear again but I shouldn't before I fall. You unravel my soul with a gentleness that defies everything, that makes me wonder where pure tenderness comes from if it isn't from you. I've known you for long enough to know what the sound of your voice is in, whether your anxious or joyful, how your voice is the sole reason why I sleep without your arms wrapped around my body. I want nothing but to hold you in my arms, to lie beside you in nothing but eternal slumber then rise again if you are ever disturbed. I want to fear nothing, to be afraid of nothing, to have death be a mere word unless your name is next towards it. My name is always associated with me being an actress, a talented one, someone who would no longer be a name hidden in the dust but someone who would rise to the top. A glamorous world is what they would tell me, everything I would want is granted. But why aren't you there in the vision they see? The lover that I yearn for, a home that would finally bring me peace, the home that I wouldn't escape from with bare melodies that lay emotions that I couldn't voice. I just—Fuck, I love you, y/n. Through a decade we've been together, it's only now that I realize that life without you is simply a life worth killing myself to. Death shouldn't be an option when you're around me, it should be something we'll defy, an afterlife that would fail in making us part ways from eachother. I love you. Really. I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to say or do, but I love you. I've realized that."

The silence was unbearable, only now did she realize she blurted out a confession only those who're dead can say in a sentence without stuttering.

"No, no Jenna…" You pushed her hands away from yours, the action stinging her own hands as you stepped back, putting unfamiliar distance between the two of you.

"Y/n, what?" She scoffed, her voice betraying her of a flat tone, "What do you mean, I thought—" Jenna immediately reached out for your arm, her words were faltering, her fingers now trembling as they threatened to brush against your skin.

She was expecting to get yelled at to leave, to never show her face to yours ever again. But as she looked into your eyes, she was met with tears that dared to glisten your gaze. "Are you… are you crying?"

You chuckled, "You know… You know I can't compete with that confession, Jenna. It's unfair to those who don't have a habit of staying up late and writing poems." You brought your hands up to your eyes and wiping away the tears that fell on your cheek, only to be replaced by warm ones.

Jenna cupped your face, her thumb caressing the gentle touch and warmth of your skin, feeling how you leaned into her touch almost immediately. "Oh, you're awful. You had me worrying that I said something wrong or you changed your mind."

"Oh, no, never." You laughed it away, shrugging the tears that continue to stain your face. Then, without a word, you reached up to cradle her own face in your hands, letting her place them down on your lap and close the remaining distance of the two of you that were seated far too apart from eachother.

"I never really thought that you'd say yes. Or say something too poetic." You whispered to her, daring yourself to not drown in her pool of brown eyes that threatened to kill you if you looked too closely.

"I never really thought that I would truly love someone, and look at that turned out."

"Like what?"

"Like I never wanted to love someone more than I loved everything." She tilted her head, leaning forward and closing the distance between your lips and hers. A soft but gentle press to your own, yet it was fervent.

She pulled away, only so slightly that your lips never touched eachother again before they fall into the same predicament as addiction. But close that she could feel your heartbeat, your warm breath against hers, everything that made you you.

"So, this is love?" She whispered.

"Dangerously attractive in a form of a human?" You smirked, winking even, before Jenna rolled her eyes.

She scoffed, "I was going to take you out to dinner, but you are awful at charming someone."

"Take me out to dinner and I'll never make that statement again."

"Deal. I'd splurge a shit ton of money for you not to repeat it ever again."

"You pain me. I love you."

"I love you too."

And then she kissed you, holding you tight as if reminding you're more than just a friend.

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a/n: i'm in a desperate need of a girlfriend. also in the span of my 1 week break ive written only 2 stories. its such a low number damn 😭😭😭 (+ then he kissed by by the crystals reference at the end!)

[silkythewriter]

So I’d like to apologize if polyamorous relationships aren’t really something you write (I didn’t see anything about it in your pinned) but…

…Legoshi x Bill x shy!male reader (romantic) hcs?

Poly! Bill x shy male reader x Legoshi!

꧁𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꧂

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: silkythewriter, formally known as weirdowithahat

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲/𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: (the last image) was Reddit and reposted on Pinterest (artist is unknown nor do I know if this is from the official manga or creator, if you do know please let me know!), first image was reposted and/or reposted by N Kumi on Pinterest

𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: sublieu

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Paru Itagaki.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: sorry if their outta character! Again I’m not so familiar with the beastars fandom since I don’t speed a lot of time in it nor did I even finish the show so again I apologize!😅

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝:

🐅Bill and legoshi🐺

At first it was literally battlefield with these two, they would literally stare at each other with death glare’s while they fought each other in their minds on who got to spend or do whatever with you, it could be as simple as who gets to hold your hand

So as you can tell the beginning of the relationship was definitely bumpy. Both of them couldn’t even rap their heads around the fact that they would have to share you equally with one another. If you couldn’t tell they don’t really get along with each other sense their personality’s are so opposite to one’s another

If we’re talking about the first season or Beginning of the second I would say Bill has a big ego, and is filled with pride. While legoshi is shy and a bit timid, so he understands your struggles with being shy it’s a real pain. So he would help as much as he could to keep you from awkward situations, is it hard for him? Yea but I mean at least your comfortable!

Once bill is comfortable with legoshi enough he would actually take a hit for both of you and your shyness, even if it’s small like ordering your foods for you both or shoo-ing someone who’s clearly over stepping. I mean have you seen how big this guy is? Im sure it doesn’t take a lot for the person to scramble away

Both of them are very protective of you, even if your stronger or smaller then them doesn’t really matter. I feel like legoshi is more worried about you then anything and Bill, is just being Bill and gets jealous when the spot light of your attention isn’t on him (￣▽￣)💧 he is quick to scare anyone away even if they weren’t doing anything or are just friends

Your guys relationship are most likely a secret, but it doesn’t last long due to Bill bragging about being with you which just leads to people seeing you being touchy or to nice to legoshi and they start assuming something’s up when they see bill doing the same thing so yea the dots connect pretty quickly. Does anyone judge or say anything? No, cause that would be a death wish at that point. I mean cmon ones a tiger and the others a gray wolf does anything else need to be said?

After people figure it out trust me it’ll be a blessing in disguise because their will be less awkward interactions which you a great full for

In most conversations you have with these two is usually full of bill rambling about something and showing off or legoshi Rambling about bugs he found today and any other things, but sometimes on rare occasions both of them just shut up and listen to you talk of your up for it! They love hearing about your day or interest, but if your feeling extra shy they’ll Carry the conversation for you

Sometimes when you guys are free these two love dog piling you (depending if your bigger or smaller) or the love when you lay on them, they usually fight over who you choose but you just end up laying across both of them how does this work? Not sure you gotta make due with you have

Speaking of cuddles onetime you guys were sleeping and just chilling in which ever room you choose, and bill kept hearing a band on the bed. He was pretty annoyed and just grumbled while shifting a bit until he accidentally shifted onto legoshi’s tail which he basically put his full weight onto. And that hurt like a Mf, legoshi was quickly to yelp while accidentally kicking bill pretty heard. Yea that wasn’t the greatest time for both of em, turns out the noise he heard was legoshi’s tail wagging 💀

Their like your personal bodyguards really, I mean they walk with you to class, to lunch, and to break so you can tell why that looks a bit… intimidating but on the plus side most of any rude people avoid you.

Oh! Legoshi’s roommates adore you, they find you very fun to talk to and think your cool!, they usually snatch you away whenever legoshi brings you so they can play games with you 💀that’s why legoshi brings you to bills room instead cause one time they stole you while legoshi was in the bathroom and this guy started freaking out when he couldn’t find you in the small room. Turns out they brought you outside to show you something cool they found

Bill noticed this happens often and has a bit of a sour taste for them, probably doesn’t like them that much to be honest so don’t expect him to come over to legoshi’s room sadly

Overall these two boys don’t mind having a shy partner! They still think your cool either way. Plus legoshi understands so he can’t really blame you. As for the relationship itself it’s bumpy for the first few months but calms down after bill and legoshi start agreeing to get along with each other!

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AHHH I LOVE WRITING POLY RELATIONSHIPS SO MUCH!!!!! Their super fun to explore! Anyway I hope you enjoy (*^‿^*)

[yujeong]

are the timelines overlapping? because the scenes we saw is dome being alive (great rescued him) he's well at the hospital and then at the same time we see tonkla grieving for his brother which is dome so what is real ?!

because i believe the real one is the one dome being killed, right? because that is what really happened before great sees the future

now, we saw win knowing that tonkla is a suspect (so this time, he's still on the case unlike what we saw on the past episode) and then scene after was tonkla calling him. what timeline is that?

so it'll be like;

dome died, tonkla grieving, win & tonkla met, korn doesn't answer tonkla, win getting off the case, win & tonkla fucking, korn & tonkla ’break up’

dome is alive— (what do we know about this timeline?)

where in those timeline happening the one where win knew that tonkla was a suspect because he's (dome) still dead, but this time he was still working on the case

THIS IS SO MESSED UP IM SORRY JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED IM SHOOK someone explain it to me please 😅

Anon, as I said in the previous ask, I'm not the suitable person to answer questions about the plot and what's really happening. I do, however, have to make one thing perfectly clear because I see a lot of people confused about it, you included: Win is NOT working on Dome's case. The beginning scene of Episode 4 hasn't happened yet! Same with all the previous episodes: all the scenes before the opening titles are from the future. This means that 1) Great and Tyme haven't died yet - or have they? (Episode 1), 2) Tonkla hasn't killed anyone yet (Episode 2), 3) the cops haven't found the second body yet, which is Tonkla's victim (Episode 3) and 4) Win hasn't been given the case for body No2, which leads to him finding out Tonkla's fingertips were on the rock (Episode 4). The phone call we saw at the end of the scene was a distraction - Tonkla did NOT call Win to help him with his brother's funeral then. Win is too nonchalant in the rest of the episode to have had the knowledge of Tonkla's involvement in any sort of serious crime. Seeing Win's supervisor being so demanding of Win to be quick and find out who killed victim No2 suggests they are of high importance. It strengthens the theory that the person Tonkla will kill is Title, after finding out Title killed Dome - another theory which is basically confirmed in the show, as we literally saw Title hit Dome with a rock repeatedly to the head before Great "went back in time/saw the future". And I say it this way because, even though Great says he "sees the future 4 minutes ahead", the show's presentation makes it seem as if he's going back in time 4 minutes in order to prevent stuff from happening. Or, everything Great has achieved with his power is an illusion - he never truly changed anything. In the "Dome is alive" timeline/reality/whatever it is, the only people involved are Great, Tyme, Den and Korn. Title too, since he fought Great after he saved Dome. Now, Korn is interesting, because he's in the middle of the two realities; he found out Dome died in Episode 4, but he's also hanging out with Great who's reality is that Dome survived. I'll be keeping my eyes on him and how the show will utilize this dichotomy. I will also be keeping my eyes on Tonkla, because of his scene in Episode 1 with the cat: that's Tonkla's cat without the collar on, which Tonkla keeps in his drawer. The significance of the scene, to me, is that Tonkla has a role to play in the whole timeline fuckery - which was also proven by the ending scene of Episode 4. By being able to sense his cat's presence and Dome's, he's the only one so far who has shown evidence of being connected to both realities somehow. And the cat is interesting to me, because it was killed YEARS before Great's powers "started" (we don't know that fully yet, the rest of the show will make a case for it being true or not). I'm just rambling at this point but this were important points to make in my opinion. I just can't wait to become even more confused with Episode 5.

[pitconfirm]

Hello it is me, francis, wondering 2 things (making up my own ask game ahahah):

- what was your lancepill moment? Like moment you fell for Lance… never to recover…

- can u elaborate on Alex/lance??? I have recently been shown intriguing material and saw your tags a while ago… you have thoughts👁️?

Hiiiii francis 🫶

first of all, my lancepill moment... definitely 2020. i was kind of aware of him before that and followed him on socials but I only properly got into f1 in 2020. I got into it through the lockdown streams and when they got back to racing I was bewitched by his pink suit and silly aura. but the point of no return was watching his Monza podium... LIFE CHANGING.

And oh boy.... alex/lance... strollbon. where do i even begin. for the past couple weeks, Ann and i have been having absolutely derranged convos about them... our beloved rarepair. my thoughts are below the cut in case this gets too long:

I have too many thoughts to possibly mention them all but I think the core energy of this ship is that... lance is a spoiled princess who needs to be treated right, and alex is a nice guy who could TREAT HIM RIGHT... as can be seen by the iconic umbrella moment:

As the genius @lil-shiro said... lance has reverse daddy issues, in that his dad has always been able to give him exactly what he needs, so he expects the same kindness and dependability from his partner... i think alex could give him that.

they both have a similar sort of energy of hating media duties, being very nice but also having a bitchy side... i think they'd mesh very well together. as you can see here, their combined sassy energy… unstoppable.

also we know that lance has extreme cat energy, and who on the grid is good with cats? alex albon of course.

and another very very important element of strollbon is of course georgeture. the concept of george's best friend being in a relationship with his enemy... groundbreaking. traumatising. perfect. the potential drama here is so delicious… I may have to write it.

of course the utterly devastating moment of George realising alex and lance are together... maybe he sees a notification from lance on alex's phone, maybe he catches them in the act... either way, he passes out. and then wakes up. and then passes out again. his life is ruined and he'll have to learn to balance his hatred for lance with his desire to be a supportive friend to alex (and eventually, reluctantly, admit that lance isn't that bad).

TLDR, lance is a princess and alex should spoil him. I hope my ramble made sense 😅 but if you have any other questions im always happy to answer 🙏

[melodyatlas]

i know about the dating aspect but very little about the actual plot of the actor au show

what's it about?

ah see, the reason you don't know about the shows plot is bc,, ,, , neither do i

no, but honestly the original idea was for it to be a drama that centers around batman and the robins with the starting point either being when damian has already shown up, or perhaps right when tim is about to take the mantle so there can be the drama of damian showing up and making it a seasonal arc for him to integrate

the thought process in skipping over dick and jasons times as robin was simply logistics, i want a decent cast already there and established, but not too big of a cast so it can expand into later seasons

i also wanted the show to be a pick and choose of canon events, kind of a patchwork of things in various canons that i like or just find interesting, so the plots would be similar to certain comics but not necessarily the same (i haven't worked out any real timeline past a few notable events)

and that's about the only thing i rly thought of the show itself bc my brain was a little more focused on the actors rather than the characters. but since you've asked this i can't get it out of my head, toying with various ideas based on major dramas from our world

is it an insane run that lasts way after it should have died and has genuine cultural effects like supernatural? since i skipped over so much backstory does that get included as flashbacks a la the Lost format or more interspersed flashbacks? hell, do they release tie in novels or comics for the fans who latch onto dick or jason and want real stories from when they were robin beyond the necessary flashbacks for storytelling purposes?

i think ive officially decided the show starts out with tims origin, so damian wouldn't show up until season 2 or 3 (logistically it makes more sense to wait until s3 but it makes me sad to have him missing for 2 seasons lmao, so ill circle back to that)

this way we have a decent sized starting cast but not so large that we'd have to kick people off screen to make space for the characters that come later. this means ill actually make jasons debut as red hood is the main plot point for the first season, there's no pit madness here, and things definitely won't play out the exact same as the comics (though you wont catch me changing much about utrh here, just adjustments to make it more of a tv show thing) i will elaborate about this arc Very Soon cause im giving myself all sorts of ideas right now

and this got a little away from me lmao, ill be posting more details hopefully some time this weekend now that ive been giving it more thought 😂 (no actual writing yet tho as i have to wait for my temp computer to get that done, just more of my rambling like this 😅 and maybe some bullet point lists lmao)

[iamatriangle]

Hi there, friend! I'd love to hear you ramble about two of my favorite Black Clover pairings Langris x Finesse and Finral x Vanessa, if you don't mind? Also, can I hear your Duck x Fakir from Princess Tutu opinions as well please? The awesome fanart you've been reblogging of them recently has given me life! Cheers!! 💖

Hi Acacia, thank you so much for the ask!! 💕 I’m having a horrifically busy semester, so I greatly appreciate the chance to sit down and talk about some of my favorite characters. This is SO EXCITING, prepare for a very lengthy post 😅

💛💙 Duck x Fakir (Starting with these two because they are my everything right now.)

My roommate convinced me to watch Princess Tutu a few weeks ago and I totally fell in love with it! The character arcs are so spectacular. I actually thought about asking you if you had seen it, as it seemed like something you might like based on the other shows you post about (But then I had already pitched it to everyone I knew irl so I figured I should just relax 😆).

But getting back to Duck and Fakir, I think they’re absolutely perfect for each other. Personally, it makes sense and compels me. I believe it’s canon that they have feelings for each other, or at least it’s strongly implied? Either way, Duck inspires Fakir and Fakir believes in Duck, which i think is so sweet, and I feel like Duck and Fakir bring out the best in each other. Also, the way they change together throughout the story is so beautiful! They both end up in way more mature and healthy places than when they started and were a big part of the other person’s growth. I think the best ships are the ones where the narrative weaves their stories together in that way.

This is just me ranting, but I need to mention how beautiful it is that Fakir loves Duck not as Princess Tutu, just as Duck. In Mytho’s case, he thought of Duck as a friend and he was very kind to her, but he didn’t love Duck, he loved princess Tutu. For Fakir to love the real her ties in SO WELL with how she grows from her insecurities and confusion about her identity. I could also scream for a very long time about the fact that Fakir would stay with her forever, even if she was only a duck. The love they have for each other is so mature, but also so sweet and innocent at the same time. They’re perfect!

That’s why the conclusion of their arc broke my heart so much, because they were perfect for each other and would have made each other so happy. It’s so bittersweet. I wouldn’t change it for anything, but I’m a sucker for the fics on ao3 where Fakir writes her back to being a girl. I can envision them having such a happy future together.

🩵🖤 Langris x Finesse

Im so excited to get the chance to talk about these two. They’re one of my all time favorite pairings and they’ve been on my mind recently! In my opinion, they make sense and are super compelling.

I sort of feel like at this point, I’ve thought about them so much that they’re more like my headcanon characters than a faithful representation of the actual characters in the show (I tend to do that lol😅). But even if I try my hardest to separate all of that from what is officially canon, I personally think that Langris and Finesse make more sense than Finesse and Finral. I could see those two being good together under different circumstances even if they aren’t my favorite ship, but I’m really not on board with the way the show is handling it. I’m not gonna open the can of worms that is Finral returning to his abusive household right now, but that is very unhealthy (and it seems like the show is encouraging it??) Even beyond that, I feel like Finral isn’t in the right headspace right now for a healthy relationship. He’s trying his best and I wholeheartedly believe that he cares about Finesse. But he’s been using romance and idealizing girls as a coping mechanism for a very long time, and from what we see on the show I feel like he’s romanticizing Finesse to a degree that wouldn’t be healthy in the long term. She’s his childhood crush and dream girl, and he feels like if he becomes “good enough” for her he can “win her heart.” I don’t know if I’m explaining this right at all, but in my opinion he’s not really treating her like a partner, as much he’s treating her like an ideal to someday be good enough to achieve, which is more tied in with his own self worth than actually seeing her and loving her for all she is. (Although I would totally see them together under different circumstances if he takes time to work on himself!)

Anyways getting back on track, we don’t see that kind of idealization with Langris. He seems to see her and what she wants more clearly, and loves her enough to accept that she is more interested in Finral and step aside. I feel like they so compatible as well, because neither of them are very passionate people like Finral or Vanessa are. I feel like they would have a beautiful, more subdued kind of love and would be able to fit neatly into each other’s lives.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the time period before Langris was possessed when they were engaged. My heart always breaks when I think about the fact that Langris truly believed Finesse hated him. I think he always felt that she would rather marry Finral, and that he was never able to be really open with her because of this, and even that he resented her for it. I think it’s so compelling that all of this is essentially a misunderstanding, because Finesse does like him, and clearly cares about him and trusts him because even after he went crazy at the royal knights exam she tried to defend and protect him and wasn’t afraid of him (I love Finesse, she has such a beautiful heart). I think that after some character development on Langris’s end, they would be good for each other.

💚🩷 Finral x Vanessa

Vanessa and Finral my darlings!! They have such a sweet canon friendship and seem to support each other so well. For me they make sense and are compelling.

I love how on Vanessa’s end, she is gentle with him when he needs support, but she also isn’t afraid to speak her mind to him in the early seasons when he’s being a sleaze. She keeps him in line, both in the sense that she helps him be a better person and also that she pulls him back to reality when he’s spiraling and feeling insecure. And since I mentioned Finral’s idealization of girls before, I should say that I personally can’t see this happening with Vanessa because they’ve been friends for so long and have both seen each other at their worst. He knows her so well that he couldn’t idealize her if he tried. If he falls in love with her, it’s because he truly sees her and loves her for all her faults. I think they would work so well in a relationship together in a hypothetical future when Finral has decided that going back to House Vaude isn’t the right choice and has gotten over Finesse.

Also on the topic of the future, I see them being incredible parents. They are both passionate and caring people, and I believe they would fully devote themselves to not repeating their parent’s mistakes. It would need to be a slow burn and they would both be very cautious because they value their friendship so much. But I think they make so much sense together!

Thanks again for the ask, I had so much fun with this!!

[i-sveikata]

Hellooooo! Wow! How are you?

I dropped by cause I was reading through the anons' question and the answers and then reading about pete getting really angry at vegas that he goes to mess around with a stranger and planning it in a way that vegas is there to be the 3rd wheel caught my attention. I'm so excited about it!!!!!!!!! 😁😁😁 I distinctly remember wanting if not a chapter at least a scene where this exact scenario happens, in the chapter when pete reveals what's going on to porsche after pete comes back from the safe house, porsche is telling pete "he (vegas) is not the only person who can give pete what he wants" or something along these lines and pete refusing because it will end up in someone's murder 😅 I really needed this specific scenario and my wish will come true ❤️❤️❤️ it feels so satisfying just reading the outline of the scene I will probably go insane and feral actually reading it, I'm just rambling so I will finish this with a big thank you!!!

Hello there i'm good how are you?

ooooooooooh yes the narrative is allowed some vindictive pete as a treat. he is absolutely going to lose his cool when vegas acts like a total shit about petes desire to bottom when he finally works up the nerve to approach him about it. because vegas was certain hed ask for it eventually and (even tho hes right) pete is going to make vegas SUFFER for it lol which after everything petes been through- totally fair.

the dude should have kept his mouth shut esp when his arrogance is a huge factor that sets pete off without fail most of the time. so even with pete having little to no interest in anyone else it makes him angry enough to go out looking for it!!! knowing that vegas will follow!!! and that it's going to make vegas insane to find him with someone else!!! petes like nope i have Something To Prove Now and it might not end in the point hes intending to make but for the both of them its a much needed catalyst to push through one of the last barriers keeping them from each other. preventing them from fully embracing their feelings/ sense of commitment etc.

so there will be a knife, there will be some blood but (fortunately for the random stranger) there wont be murder. tho pete has to actively convince vegas not to lol. not that it takes much when they're otherwise occupied immediately afterward...

poor stranger dude is gonna be traumatised for life lets be real.

but im so glad your wish has come true!!! haha no not at all we love insane and feral and also rambling but youre so welcome!

[courtofmatchups]

Hey hey! Your matchups are open? Could I get one for Obey Me! please, when you’ve got time?

Appearance: 5’5”, a little heavier set but it’s muscle too - especially in arms and legs. Im a trans guy. Fluffy brown hair, really pale (sun allergy…), with green eyes. I wear glasses and tend to stick to casual clothing - blue jeans, black band tees, black smallish ear gauges, sometimes I wear a pride bracelet or a silver chain necklace. I have multiple tattoos, with some on my wrists, my forearms, my chest, and the back of my neck. Nothing flashy or crazy, it’s all black ink stuff, mostly game references or spooky stuff

Star sign: Libra!

Sexuality: Demisexual with a strong preference for men

Personality: very introverted but not shy or bad around people. I’m actually very good at pretending to be very social and people rarely know I’d rather be home, it’s just draining to chat with strangers and I end up needing to be alone for a couple days after. I tend to prefer solo activities or one-on-one time with one or two close friends, but doing big group stuff once in a while is fun too! I’m a sort of “go with the flow” type and let others lead the way in activities and conversations, but if someone else prefers that I take charge and make decisions, I’m more than capable of doing so. Financially responsible, but also a fan of “little treats” and very prone to buying things for people I love. I laugh easily and love harmless jokes and especially puns/dad jokes. I’m polite, and folks seem to find me easy to talk to, to the point of often having folks overshare things with me because they know I’m not going to judge them for it, even if it’s societally weird. Overall my view is; do whatever you want, disregard haters, just don’t hurt people. When left on my own, I am somewhat prone to anxiety over my future and can spiral a little, but I try not to let others see me anxious or sad. I like to be strong for people I care about. People I don’t care about I’m not mean to, I just kind of forget they exist, so I don’t bother interacting with them, but I’m civil. Also, while I can generally read friendliness, I am sooo bad at reading flirting and other social cues, so I may come off a bit of a himbo/oblivious at times 😅😂

Hobbies: drawing, RPG and sandbox video games (FFXIV, Minecraft, Skyrim, Animal Crossing), baking and making chocolates, working with clay, BeatSaber for fitness, watching documentaries

Likes: trying new/unusual food, rain, cats, nature and conspiracy documentaries, metal/rock/alternative music, learning video game lore, dark colors, Halloween and all things spooky, horror movies, spiders and other often disliked critters, coffee

Dislikes: extended time in crowds, sour or briney foods, hot weather, cruelty (please don’t kill bugs, I’ll take them outside for you!), the texture of wicker (blegh…), overcooked food

What I like in a partner: Someone who is unashamedly and obviously in love with me. That doesn’t mean they have to shout it from rooftops, but if asked about us, I want someone who proudly and happily says I’m theirs and they’re mine. Someone who is playful, even if only subtly, with a sense of humor. Someone who will be willing to let me ramble when I get excited about something and not dismiss it as stupid or silly - and I’m happy to do the same for them! Someone who will be kind enough to let me safely trap and release bugs instead of just killing them, as that’s important to me - it shows compassion, both for the bug and for my emotions. Someone who is okay with occasionally needing to reassure me that they’re happy with me, as I sometimes worry I’m boring my loved ones. Someone who can have fun, but who also understands that I sometimes need to be allowed to be quiet and do my own thing, even if we’re in the same room. Someone who enjoys when I dote on them, but doesn’t demand/expect excessive affection either, as much like a cat, I can get very lovey but sometimes need space. I really don’t have a preference for either introverts or extroverts, as long as they can understand how I operate - everything in balance! I love to dote on and spoil my partner as often as I can, I just get turned off if they begin to expect it or demand it, because it’s not a transaction, it’s a show of love, so if it’s demanded it becomes obligation instead and I lose interest.

Thank you so so much in advance, and have a wonderful rest of your day! 💜

~☕️

It seems to me, you've captured the heart of...

Simeon!

Here's why:

Compassionate and Gentle: Simeon is incredibly kind and compassionate, much like how you value showing kindness to bugs and critters. He’s a patient man, and that aligns with your desire for a partner who listens to you yapping without dismissing you as silly. He'd encourage it actually, since he'd very much enjoy the sound of your voice

Reassuring and Supportive: Given your need for occasional reassurance, Simeon would be someone who subtly and consistently shows you love and support. He’s thoughtful, caring, and gentle, the type to quietly express affection but with undeniable sincerity.

Playful and Humorous: Simeon can be subtly playful and enjoys lighthearted banter, which fits your love for harmless jokes and puns. He also has a warm and understanding personality that would make him appreciate your humor.

Respects Independence: He would likely understand your need for space, letting you have your quiet moments while still being present. Simeon isn’t the type to demand attention, which aligns with your preference for a partner who appreciates affection but doesn’t expect it constantly.

Loves to Dote: Simeon is someone who enjoys caring for others, which matches well with your desire to dote on your partner while maintaining balance. He would love the small treats and thoughtful gestures you offer without ever making you feel obligated to do so.

Simeon’s grounded yet caring nature would complement your more introverted, kind-hearted, and thoughtful personality, making him an ideal match!

[misty-wisp]

I ront know your oc but your new art popped up on the p5 tag and scratches my brain right, it might be the composition but its giving me "She is gonna make the 3rd semester even more psycological horror :)" energy, loving her hair color too

Also, about your Kasumi's post, i don't deny that Atlus tropped the ball about Sumire's arc at some point but I think Kasumi was a good sister, but also flawed. She probably had more pressure on her shoulders for being the 'oldest one' due japanese's standards, despite being just some minutes older than Sumi, so she probably also wore a mask of perfection to trick society she was what they wanted. Plus instead of just being insensitive, i read her last moment more as her being one of those people coping with humor 'my sister is sad im gonna say a joke to cheer her up :)' and it went BAD. And when Sumi belives to be her sister, she is not a 1:1 copy of the real Kasumi, she is Sumire's own cognition of Kasumi.

Tldr: i think both twins loved eachother deeply but there was a huge lack of comunication a bit due the fact they were 14 at the time and a bit due japanese norms. Also sorry for the ramble 😅

hey!!! first off i am so sorry for answering so late, i've been going through it a little as of recent😭

secondly EEEE TYYYYY i'm really normal about my oc and i can and will talk about her a LOT!!! if you're interested it should be really easy to get a good grasp on her character if you check out her ref and my many posts abt her chronicled in this tag

okok onto the sumi thing--gonna put that under the cut bc of royal spoilers

i think a lot of projection went into my post talking about the sumis tbh bc i have a LOT of issues regarding jealousy and self worth and hoo boy do i project all that onto sumi. so i end up going "grrr everyone better than me is actually awful grrr" as like this weird but natural reaction.

i do think kasumi really did love her sister!! she was just caught up in both fame, praise, and possibly expectations like you suggested. and abt her treating sumire in an insensitive way, while i'm sure she didn't intend anything malicious behind any of her actions, i'd still read what she said as fairly insensitive, albeit unintentionally. she knows sumire's got issues with self worth comparing herself to her but doesn't really try to listen and understand--sumire even points that out.

and while i also think sumire did love her sister, i still stand by my opinion that she should've bore some kind of anger or grudge toward her out of jealousy. and naturally, because she thinks kasumi's so perfect (and out of love), she'd internalize that grudge onto herself just to further her own self loathing. but even with that, i think it's okay if she did harbor that grudge--it only makes sense for you to be mad at someone you constantly compare yourself to, even if you love them with all your heart. it's really something else for her to work through and feel emotions about, bc i really don't think ATLUS let her be emotional enough in third sem.

tl;dr, i'm sure both sisters did love each other very much, one's just unaware of how to handle someone with a crumbling mental health and the other has jealousy issues she internalizes as self-loathing

[serene-sun]

Ok so my decision that won’t effect y’all is that I’ve come to terms that I need a break from music. Not entirely, but I feel like I’m not going anywhere vocally, I’m staying on the same level, I’m not getting better nor worse. And I’m tired of all of the cons that come with being in charge of it. Not that it’s too much to handle, it’s that I already have two other things I take really seriously and I’m not going to do something if I’ll just half ass it. If I do something than I’m committing and I’m going to make it 100% perfect. Yeah sure I worked hard to make this band, but it’s not like everything we’ve done will go away. Besides, we don’t exactly have “fans”. I mean yes, we do, but the people who come to the shows are just there to jam out bc it’s something you can bang your head too, but nobody is going because they’re a die hard fan who would have a poster of us in their room. And it sucks bc that’s what I wanted when I started it bc I had that dream of 80’s rock band that does dumb shit, I think the only thing we accomplished was doing dumb shit and letting creativity flow. I don’t think that it’s necessarily a bad thing that I’m ending it? We all kinda want to go our own ways and sprout, bc it was me who wrote all the songs so what was really the point? I don’t want to restrict anyone from letting their own flow, flow into someone else’s flow and starting a new flow, so I’m going my own flow. I have allot of reasons for this, but it feels the best option. Besides, bands you start in the high school band room…don’t ever last that long. I can already sense that we want to part ways, since everyone is kinda moving out (thank the gods that the apartment is in my name holy mother I’m not moving again in this state of economy). I’ve also already been invited to join another band on guitar so I think that it’s best for everyone to take a step further. I do feel bad, bc I don’t want it to make it seem like I’m throwing them under the bus and ditching them. But I need to take a break from writing, experimenting, and management because I’m really trying to go all out in school/work. Im done with community college so now I’m going to the “grown up school”. Im already and intern at my dream job thanks to my grades and profile, I’m glad they looked over the 1 misdemeanor in my resume 😅 IVE BEEN A GOOD BOY. Anyways, and im so fucking pissed I ended the year with 2 B’s, even if they were high. I have to be perfect no matter what, I don’t care if “oh your perfect the way you are” this and “don’t be hard on yourself” that. If you don’t give yourself a constant conflict or challenge, than how will you get stronger? If you want to pass a goal, you have to know how to! But I’m really excited for school to start again bc I think I’m the only one who actually enjoys learning now a days. And the further and better I do in college is the faster I climb up the ranks at work, I’m so close to getting my spot. I still have allot of time left tho, 9 years until I get my doctorate so ugh I’m impatient af. But either way, I’m just excited that we all get to do something with our life’s now. It’s something new, and I’ll be with new people. These guys travel in a charter bus…how did I get here?

Anyways, that’s todays ramble…and it’s just 7:40am

[wosofanstuff]

Well hello here I am again

How was your week?

Your host mom sounds, very relaxed? I dunno, what I do know is that it’d definitely stress me out as well. Like when I have to go somewhere or want to be somewhere at a certain time I gotta be ready at least half an hour earlier, after that my brain just goes into waiting mode. Like seriously if I’m not ready early you could think im running late even though im not😅

Anyway im kind of late to the party but 👖🥤🧡🦖���

I’m on a train yet again💀 I swear to god I wasn’t even home for 24 hours, I honestly dunno why im doing this to myself. Why did I have to tell my cousin that I’d be home for his birthday? I have no idea whatsoever.

I’m currently reading a book and I really love it. Like it’s so good but for whatever reason I only really read a lot when i’m on trains for whatever reason. I guess there’s something good about being stuck on trains

Don’t even know if whatever I just wrote makes sense because im tired and was probably rambling and oversharing

Sorry🫠

Hope you have a wonderful week🫶

🩻

Also how was your footy game?

You know I always love your updates 🫶🏼

Definitely not relaxed, but seriously I’m overthinking and German with a shit time management. Which basically means I am on the last minute to everything but plan for games, meetings and everything that is somewhat important an extra half an hour for the way, plan on being there early and end with results like being 4 hours early to my fly or being an hour before meeting my soccer team at the meeting point 🫠

Yeah you are crazy with the trains, I always hate them. Ooh which book are you reading?

And you aren’t late always love when I get more 😊

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Sweatpants all day long

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

Probably a caramel latte or a iced coffee (don’t know the exact name of it)

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

A certain shade of yellow

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Gonna pull a Jessie and say dinosaur’s

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

Are we talking clothing or general? I guess athletic and more tomboyish?

Hope you have an amazing day 🤍🫶🏼

[airbenderedacted]

😭 man if our luggage hadn't gotten to orlando without us last night maybe we wouldve made the first flight to Peru this morning..... p sure we passed the gate for it on our way to this one aaa aahhh :')

[heliads]

hi, lisa! how are you doing? i hope you’re feeling great!

i really love how you write theo raeken so here’s a request for him i hope you don’t mind huhu

im thinking of a theo raeken x reader fic kinda based on the song best friend by rex orange country

a jealous!theo wherein he thinks that the reader likes stiles because they are always together

then one day he just explodes and tells the reader his frustrations then the latter explains that she was just with stiles because he was avoiding him, afraid of spilling her true feelings for him since they were kids

is this too detailed? i hope my rambling makes sense 😅

thank you so much!! i’ll definitely catch up with your works as soon as midterms are over <3 have a great day!

- 💭

first of all this song + that idea SLAPS. usually in songfics i put the lyrics in but i was rocking so hard with this one that i didn't dare break it up with chunks of text that weren't mine, so i hope you enjoy!

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Another day, another dilemma. Theo Raeken is trying to fit back into the rhythms of the McCall pack, he swears he is, but it feels like every time he tries something happens to mess him up. He can sense himself spiraling into the same patterns, that familiar anger pricking at his fingers. Maybe he’s been wrong to try and pretend that he could ever be something other than this, some fury-ridden monster that could never truly find peace. 

Today’s scenario isn’t terrible by Beacon Hills standards, yet it’s still set Theo’s heart rate spiking. He can see it now, perfectly framed by a town that will never truly have him, the one scene that Theo likes to see least of all: Y/N sitting right by Stiles Stilinski, the two of them smiling and laughing as if they’ve been best friends forever. 

It shouldn’t bother him this much, even Theo in all his vengeful irritation can admit that. It’s just that the title of Y/N’s best friend used to belong to someone who wasn’t Stiles. Someone, for example, like Theo himself. 

He can still remember what it had been like all that time ago, before Tara and the Dread Doctors and Theo’s life had fallen into complete chaos. He had been a kid back then, a real kid with real dreams that his future might contain more than monsters. How wrong he’d been to have such high hopes.

Theo knows the truth now, of course, that even without nightmares like the Dread Doctors he is fully capable of ruining his own destiny, but he hadn’t known it then. The child that Theo had been was far more than whatever Theo is now. That kid had been popular, well loved by even Stiles Stilinski himself. That kid had been perfect, or as close as Theo could ever get to such a standard.

And right there at the thick of it had been Y/N L/N. They’d been best friends forever, or so they’d sworn to each other, all up to the point in which Theo’s parents had moved and taken Theo with them. Just like that, his whole happy ecosystem had shattered, and the place that Theo had once occupied in the grand hierarchy of Beacon Hills had been smoothed over in what seemed to be a matter of minutes.

He misses that time just like every other kid misses their childhood. Sure, he’s probably looking at his memories through the strongest rose tinted glasses the world has ever seen, but it was good back then. He had no idea how to break a heart, or even bone. The worst threat to his life was that Y/N might have an argument with him and stop talking to him, but then again, that still seems to be true today.

Theo doesn’t entirely know what he was thinking, that he would stick around in Beacon Hills even after he killed Scott and expect everyone to treat him like normal. Stiles certainly doesn’t trust him, although that’s not confusing. Stiles didn’t trust Theo even before Theo played his cunning hand, and now the guy feels justified in his hatred.

Some part of him can admit, however, that he had been hoping for a little more from Y/N. She had certainly been happy to see him when he showed his face for the first time at Beacon Hills High School the night of the attack at the Senior Scribe. Theo can still remember how it had felt when she had run over to him and flung her arms around his shoulders, how he breathed in the scent of her and marveled at how it had stayed the same after all these years.

At that moment, Theo had been able to convince himself that he might be able to make it last. Sure, he’d have to reveal himself eventually, but once he switched sides for good and decided to ally with the McCall pack in the end, he had cherished that last desperate dream that Y/N might still be his friend, if not more.

That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Theo Raeken has been a stupid crushing kid since he was a first grader figuring out what love was for the first time, realizing how a four letter word only made sense when he was staring at the girl who was supposed to be his best friend. He isn’t naive enough to think that Y/N could ever love him, not after he shoved his betrayal in all of their faces, but at least he could have her friendship, right?

At a bare minimum, she could talk to him every once in a while. Theo has more than proved himself, especially after helping get Stiles out of the Wild Hunt. Right now, they’re all back together in Beacon Hills, trying to figure out how to survive the latest twist in the hunters’ war. Theo has saved the pack from so many fights that he should have cleared out his ledger a long time ago, yet all anyone seems to see when they look at him is dripping, gushing red.

His worst critic is, of course, still Stiles. Theo doesn’t know that Stiles will ever change, but he had truly hoped for some sort of switch in emotion with Y/N. Yet he stumbles upon Y/N only ever spending time with Stiles. Theo doesn’t want to imagine the sorts of conversations they’re having, how many lies Stiles is feeding Y/N about how Theo will never be someone to be trusted. If Theo ever had a chance with Y/N, it’s surely gone by now, and it’s all Stiles’ doing.

Plus, Stiles is always so close to her. Right now, they’re sitting side by side on a bench in the courtyard, using their lunch break to sate their appetites for both food and protection. They’ve been discussing plans to get back at the hunters for a while now, but that doesn’t mean they have to lean so near each other. Surely Stiles doesn’t have to keep his hands so close to hers, right? Surely their knees don’t have to be pressed against each other?

Theo is being an idiot, he can tell that even without someone else bringing it up, but still. Yeah, he likes Y/N a lot. Yeah, he’s probably overreacting, but really, what else is he supposed to do, just turn a blind eye whenever Theo’s worst enemy starts flirting with the girl he likes?

Theo does his best to keep his complaints internal rather than external, but it gets difficult, especially when the rest of the pack arrives for lunch and he’s forced to sit right across from the Stiles-Y/N display and pretend it doesn’t bother him. 

This only worsens when Scott announces that they should probably start doing patrols of the Beacon Hills Preserve in pairs, just to make sure the hunters aren’t reconvening at some of their favorite spots. Theo can practically hear the true alpha’s voice in his head announcing that Stiles and Y/N will be together, because of course that would just be the icing on the cake on a day like this. Imagine Theo’s surprise, then, when Scott instead says that he and Y/N should be together.

Theo blinks in surprise, but everyone else seems to be nodding along. Y/N flashes him a brief smile, although he swears that she looks almost nervous. Stiles definitely has something to do with this, doesn’t he?

Theo supposes he’ll have all the time in the world to figure that out for himself, all starting tonight with their first patrol. He meets Y/N long after dusk at the mouth of the Beacon Hills Preserve, flashlight in hand because even though he can see perfectly well in the dark Y/N has been able to avoid becoming a supernatural and she’ll need the extra light.

She thanks him politely, and even after they strike up a quiet conversation to pass the time, all of her remarks are still just civil, no more than ice breakers at a party nobody wants to attend. Theo can feel himself growing more and more vexed by the whole affair, and about ten minutes in he loses the war with his patience and just cuts to the chase.

“You really do hate me, don’t you?” He asks, hating how whiny he sounds.

Y/N, however, just looks startled. “What are you talking about?”

Theo gestures vaguely between the two of them, causing the beam from the flashlight to ricochet between the grass underneath their heels and the tree branches waving above their heads.

“We’ve barely talked about anything other than the weather and our after school activities. I mean, Y/N, we used to be best friends, and now look at us. If you want to switch partners for the patrols for someone whose presence you might actually enjoy, I’m sure Scott wouldn’t mind it.” He says, the words coming out in a rush.

Y/N shakes her head quickly. “I don’t want to switch partners.”

Theo’s lips flatten. “You sure? You could be with Stiles.”

He says the boy’s name a little too harshly, and Y/N picks up on it.

“What problem do you have with Stiles?” She asks.

Theo looks away. “Nothing! No problem at all. I’m sure he’s just great.”

Y/N laughs, the sound as brutal as the edge of a knife. “You’re a terrible liar, you know. Just say it. What’s your problem with Stiles? And for that matter, what’s your problem with me? You can blame this awkwardness on me all you like, but you’re not exactly a fantastic conversationalist yourself.”

Theo rakes a wild hand through his hair, desperate to hold his tongue for once, but it’s too late. He’s been wanting to say some things for a while now, at least now he’s got his chance. At least now, after he finishes his piece, Y/N can actually despise him for good instead of just hearing fake reasons to do so from Stiles.

“I’m sick of this. Alright? That’s it. I’m sick of the fact that I used to tell you everything back when we were kids, and I know I fucked up when I came here and tried to kill everyone, but I’m trying to do better. I have thrown myself in the line of fire over and over again in the hopes that something might happen that the rest of you might actually believe I’m trying to change, but it never works.”

Theo’s lungs burn from the force of the words leaving his chest, but he keeps going, never letting himself pause long enough to draw a breath.

“Worst of all is that it never works with you. I mean, the rest of them will always believe I’m a monster, but I never thought you would too. And now you spend all your time with Stiles, the one guy who hates me the most. I guess you forgiving me is out of the question when you ignore me time and time again to spend time with him.”

Theo opens his mouth to say something more, so used to the feeling of the hate rushing past his teeth, but nothing comes out. It looks like he’s had his fill of monologuing.

Y/N draws back, stunned by the sheer force of all that truth, but a moment later she’s leaning closer so she can fire back just as hard.

“Yeah, because all of this is Stiles’ fault, isn’t it? Not mine, not yours. Yes, I have been hanging out with Stiles, and you’re right about why. Stiles would never let you get close because he will never forgive you, so I stay close to him. If I stay with Stiles, I get to hide from you, because I am afraid of hunters, yes, and losing my friends, but most of all, I am afraid of you.”

Theo feels his stomach drop in his chest. He doesn’t know that he has ever felt this empty in his life, but Y/N continues speaking, filling that sudden cavity in Theo’s heart with more words.

“I’m not afraid of you because you’re a monster, Theo, even if you believe that more than the rest of us. I’m afraid of you because I know that the second I let you in, I’ll never be able to get you out. You have been everything to me since I was a kid. When you moved away when we were in fourth grade, I thought it would kill me. What would happen if you left again, now that things actually matter? I stay with Stiles and you stay away from me, and we’re all the better for it because my heart never gets broken. Is that enough forgiveness for you?”

They stare at each other for what could be seconds or centuries, both of their chests caving in and out from the rattling of such harsh breaths in their lungs. At last, it is Theo who closes the distance, who stoppers up the silence by kissing Y/N as hard as he can. It still isn’t enough, not to shut up the roaring sound in his ears that refuses to leave. He doesn’t know that it will ever be enough, but right here, with Y/N’s hands in his hair and his arms tugging her closer as if to meld her into his own skin, he thinks he might try.

When they finally break away, he’s staring at what feels like an entirely different girl. Theo has never before seen Y/N with that much luck in her eyes, her lip gloss smudged and shirt rumpled from where he’s been pulling it to get her closer to him. The sight strikes him as a masterpiece.

At last, she grins, and Theo feels electrified from head to toe. “I think that’s worth ruining the friendship,” she says, and Theo laughs.

“You know, I feel the exact same way,” Theo returns. He may not ever feel anything quite like tonight, how his entire body seems to hum in her frequency, but damn if he won’t like to try again soon. For once, all seems perfect.

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[decarabiandivorce]

i am SO sorry for leaving this for so long but i would like to hear about the silly kirby show and the dead snowman now if thats okay 😅

Okay so to make a long essay short, Evil Amazon hires freelancer (Ice Dragon) to work for an evil dedede to make a snowman (Chilly) kill Kirby while also getting a fun snow episode hahahhahaha nothing back will happen

wah

okay so to give a general summary of what the heck happens in krbay (kirby right back at ya), Its a standard monster of the week cartoon that aired before I was even born. Kirby crash lands in the country of dreamland, a simple little kingdom where its sunny 24/7, the town’s folks are friendly, and Dedede is causing problems on purpose

krbay had 2 rules: Kirby can not speak and no humans

the no humans thing basically meant no sonic x situations nor dark matter triolgy so that sucks but the biggest point is rule number 1

kirby not being able to speak caused a whole bunch of issues that affects the Kirby franchise to this day but that is a whole separate convo. The gist of the matter is that in order to compensate for Kirby not talking they made Kirby a baby and had everyone else speak for him. This causes a rather huge problem with Kirby's actual agency in the show where some viewers don't like the fact that its never Kirby wanting to stop the villain, its just people in Kirby's life that want the villian gone.

A couple episodes in they give you Kirby’s world’s backstory. Its not a simple kingdom but a really long time ago there was a galactic war (tldr Kirby is assigned chosen one at birth aka a star warrior). That's why Kirby crash landed in their spaceship, they are the last of their kind (supposedly)

This is also the show that has a,,,,unique interpretation of Dedede. In my personal opinion, I want to throw him against the wall like a egg. He is FASINTATING to me in a “wow. who the fuck would ever think the things you do.” He is not a poor little meow meow in the slightest but the Cain instinct i have for him is overshadowed by the amount of character development possibilities i can SENSE in him.

There are small small small hints of him being nice and im just grabby grabby. I hate this man but I want him to grow into a character that would look back and hate his past self for being a little bitch. This man has future sight. This man cant read. This man somehow king. This man has a hatred for kirby but when the world is ending he wants to give kirby a playground. This man didn’t even know that Evil Amazon was run by a galactic tyrant. (https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7vci4n around the 6 min mark)THE FUCKING COMPANY’S NAME IS NME MY DUDE. HOLLY FUCKKKKKKK. I mean credit where credit’s due, most of the kingdom didn’t even know about that as well but their name was eNeME. hes just,,,,,why are you like this. hes the type of guy who lets his cats hunt outdoors. He would fall for Spamton’s deals. He literally is called abusive in the first episode and treats it all like slapsitck. I want to dunk him in a bucket of soap

ramble inside ramble aside.

in episode i think 20? Dedede is like “ah yes the nomal solution to a heatwave in he space equivalent of California is to order a monster from capltalism to make a snow day-week-whenever he gets bored of the snow��� also gives everyone snow boards.

Kirby is just vibing on a snowboard with his adoptive brother, a cappy called Tuff, when he crash lands into a snowman called Chilly. Kirby is only able to speak like thrice a season and once Chilly gose “Chilly” like hes some sort of pokeman Kirby immediately repeats Chilly’s name and im just,,,,,AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Kirby’s two siblings (Tiff and Tuff) are like “this is kinda sus but I’ve never experienced snow before so this is probably normal” and this,,,this sediment is probobly a cappy thing and when you keep that in mind, the citizen’s of dreamland’s behavior kinda make sense oh heck im rambling

Okay sooooo Chilly tries to murder Kirby. The baby is just getting some snowballs under a tree and Chilly aims for the stalactites on the branches. So this boi is clearly evil, right? Kirby’s sister points this out and Kirby is like” D:” and waddles away with Chilly. More failed assassination attempts and Kirby just finds all of this fun. Chilly almost dies from water thanks to trying to break the ice with kirby in it. hahahhah fun times :D *cries cries cries*

(also f in chat for the image quality of this gfi lmao)

He melts for a bit and kirby and Tiff revitalize him by adding more snow. Thus the logic for snowpeople in the animeverse is that when they melt they are basically dead and to survive they need a constant flow of snow.

Tiff is like “Chilly is an imposter and tried to kill you” and Kirby is just baby talking back at her, going “poyo poyo!!!’, defending Chilly, and then taking them into their house as a new roommate. Also to keep Chilly comfy, Kirby sleeps with the windows OPEN. remember its still snowy out so yeah sure Kirby’s is an alien but also thats gotta be cold :(

Tiff gets told by Kirby’s other roommate that he (The roommate tikkori) just left Chilly alone with Kirby, and is like “holy fuck my little sibling is going to get murder omg why i am the only person in this fucking kingdom with a braincell besides mr meta knigt’ Shes right of course when we get the shot that Chlly was about the murder Kirby, but stops and runs away. Kirby gets woken up by his concerned siblings and immediately books it for the snowman.

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY HE STOPPED

Kirby, while sleeping, mutter’s Chilly’s name and im going insane im barking im biteing im shaking cryings screaming im wahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

We get like a couple lines explaining everything, Chilly almost dies but is saved by Kirby. Meta Knight shows up for five seconds to stab a crystal, tell kirby to transform, then fucks off. Fight scene. Chilly grand theft auto’s Dedede’s snow moblie to help Kirby in the fight

Ice Dragon dies and with it, all the magic snow it made melts.

It MELTS.

CHILLY IS FUCKING DEAD

THE SNOW MAN IS MELTED AND WE SEE KIRBY’S DEPRECIATION TO SAVE THEM!

i am never going to be normal at the scene where kirby fails to save a life

there is also a manga where kirby arrives to dreamland (thats more in line with the games) and is roommates with a Chilly that’s not so murdery. their most memorable moments to some fans is their,,,,,friendship with magolor. (credit https://thefountainofdreams.tumblr.com/post/179336903089/magolor-and-chilly-from-pupupu-hero-from-here )

[fishstickfeind]

this isn’t really anything related to cars or any fandoms I just kinda wanted to vent/ramble about something lolol

for the past few weeks I’ve been really into ballet, and I really want to get into it but I feel like I won’t be good enough for it since

I don’t look skinny enough

im not flexible

im afraid that my friends or family would make fun of me for it

im afraid that I might experience something traumatic from it

i don’t think I can learn easily

i don’t want to wear a leotard (the thing that most ballerinas wear when they aren’t on stage) because i think I’m gonna look fat in one

i think it’s too late to learn it

and the list goes on

I really wanna try teaching myself the basics but I don’t know if I want to ask my parents for classes or not because of my anxiety from it akdhsjsbs

Completely understandable! I’m here for you and your friend, you can always come to me even if it aint about cars!

I uhh get a little into a zone when it comes to things like this, so if the text is overwhelming and you want me to pump the breaks just say so and I won’t mind one bit :)

Now I know next to nothing about ballet, and I’m not someone who struggles with their body in that sense but I’ve had close people to me that have, so my advice and comfort might be a bit limited but I’ll certainly do what I can :)

Now a lot of people I’ve seen in ballet tend to fit into the “magazine” type people where they have very specific beauty standards that they hold people up to, which is unfortunate cause there are many people that could be lovely ballet dancers and it could use representation, you could think of yourself adding to that representation! The world has different bodies and therefore things like bellet will have different bodies too

I think flexibility is a thing that has to be worked on! Some people are naturally more flexible, but some people will have to do warm up exercises or struggle with it more than others! For example, I’m terrible at mediating. My brain wanders really rapidly and I’m not the greatest at keeping my focus, so I have to push a bit harder for it. You might have to push a bit harder to be flexible but that makes you no less valuable than any other ballet dancer!

This is a completely valid concern, I’m not sure what you’ve been through or what this alludes to, but trying new things can sometimes have upsetting results. But, there’s also an opportunity for something that could go well and you enjoy! It’s okay to be scared and do something while you are scared! You could try starting out with baby steps if it helps, like doing a bit solo in your room or learning a new technique(I don’t know what ballet dancers are tought) and do what you enjoy and are most comfortable with

I’ll be honest, from what I’ve seen I’m not sure if ballet is an easy thing to learn anyways😅 I can only assume it’s somewhat similar to playing an instrument or learning a new sport, where it can take a while to get good at and requires practice, and lots of different people going at different paces with different skill sets, but eventually you will get to the point you want to be at! But from what I’ve learned, a lot of things I tend to enjoy most tend to bug me the most sometimes or be a pain (ex. Drawing, learning about engines, math work, etc.)

Again, I know very little about ballet, but would you have to wear a leotard? I’m not sure about what the rules are at public practice and such but if you’re doing it by yourself or with a friend group you could probably just throw on some comfort clothing and be good! And I’m sure what ever you end up wearin you’ll look just fine! Theres nothing wrong with lookin fat, and if anyone is rude about it send me their contact info and I’ll dig them a grave and burry them in it too

Hey it’s never too late to start!!! If there’s an opportunity for it, then it’s not too late! It’s there and it won’t be going anywhere, it’s your choice when you decide to pick it up :)

I understand the anxiety, and I’m not sure what area you might live in, but I know some people start lessons like swimming, ballet, etc., for groups of people with specified body types, so maybe you could find a group that you would feel comfortable in and join that? Or it might feel awkward at first but you could try zoom meetings or such so it’s virtual and you can leave any time! I’d say start on your own and go at your own pace and once you got your mind set and if you decide to do public classes you can! And the best part? If you do start public classes you can leave at any point! Unless you sign some wacky contracting saying you have to stay I’m pretty sure you or your parents could call and just ask to quit or such :)