#rei's random stuff

[witheredsnow]

I graduated! Hooray! Then I fell asleep (the whole thing was too tiring) and now awoken because I will brag about this gift I got! 🥳

Picture quality is bad-ish, but welp. That's just me not wanting to update my phone. Atleast it's visible. Shout out to my friend! I was half-ish joking, half-serious about this because I saw an ace rock post here once. And she went and did it for me too. Altho I'm not starting a rock garden but a collection.

Anyway, ACE PRIDE! Even if I get questionable looks on why my rock is like this. Altho the rock itself is questionable.

(Now I can't joke anymore to people about getting me a rock. That was my long-standing joke, welp.)

[eroticlamb]

silkstone barbies ⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧

[stealingpotatoes]

How familiar are you with Star war legends?

not very but I think this is how a crossover between legends and (my) canon and would go down:

(commission info // kofi support!)

[ruedollie]

Me putting my plushies to bed beside me

[agirlinteruppted]

oh LANAA, im so jealous of everyone in the uk and ireland right now, i have multiple friends, including my best friend who lives in the uk who were talking about getting tickets and i wanna go SO bad, like world tour WHEN? i was getting heated as they kept talking about it, because at first i was so happy my friend is getting the opportunity, but then i just became sad, funny thing is that just a few days ago my best friend and i were talking about how much we wanted lana to do a world tour and now she actually get's the opportunity to go see her, and it makes me even more mad that some people who are gonna go probably don't even know her real name. anyways, congrats to the english 😔

(in my feelings)

[classivly]

Taking pics on computer is wayyyy better 😋

[cherrcii]

be a pretty girl

with a pretty heart

and a pretty mind

with pretty vibes

[vnsjaeh]

[butmomimarockstar]

shes glistening

[twilightfairie]

𝚒'𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ୨୧ 𓈒 ۫ · 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 ♱ ･ﾟ:* 𝚢𝚘𝚞

[witheredsnow]

A short story of an aroace friend's POV

Bright lights, lively music, and people with their friends and/or partners. It is the end of a long school year and everyone want to quickly forget about school work. A party to celebrate the last day of highschool. A last for many of us here.

A last for me and you too.

I do not let it show on my face. The bitter sweet feeling. Although, it's mostly bitter.

But... You're smiling, happy. You look back to me when I don't catch up with your excited gait. You were looking forward to this night. So I could not say no when asked.

I love your smile, did you know? I put effort to ensure to be partly credited to that smile this time... So, won't you smile at me a bit longer?

....

I smile slightly back, nonchalant after my pause to stare and monologue for a bit. You notice that I've been absent-minded. You ask, and I say I'm fine.

I cut myself off from straying thoughts. I could not afford to miss the smile that I won't be able to see again. Especially after I put much effort to make you smile.

I focus on the now and here.

Before I noticed, you have hooked our arms. You were always excitable so you end up hooking your arm with mine to pull me along.

Smiling and laughing, all care-free.

Like always.

Back then too.

I wish we could stay like this.

How hard I tried to.

.......

Before...

I wonder if you knew, if you would ever know, how I truly felt.

One morning, we walked to school together like any other. Matching your pace despite my impatience with everyone else.

We continue to chat on the way. Conversation continue to flow until you stopped and stared. I stopped as well, confused.

I sometimes wished I walked on, faster and uncaring, maybe drag you away as well.

I didn't think that would be the start of the end.

I asked, curious. You seemed to be staring at someone, in a gaze that I could not comprehend. And, well there is a someone just in front of us, a someone behind us and a someone on the side.

Back then, I didn't think that someone in particular would be the one... You would choose.

......

I remembered.

That one time. Or rather, multiple times.

Why?

We used to chat and welcome all sorts of topics. From the philosophical to nonsensical... When did it to turn to talking about... That person.

You gushed about them, all useless details to me. I listened, despite uninterested. I listened patiently like I always did, but this time, I didn't like the topic. Yet I did not say. Ah, how unfortunate to be an introvert at that moment.

I apologised in my heart many times for thinking that way.

I guess that's when I started feeling bitter.

....

And oh, how more bitter I was after.

You told them... What?! I didn't know that. We were supposed to be each other's confidants, right?

They're your friend, you say? Then what about me? I only learned of the issue after.

You... Why? I didn't ask them why, it made me feel pathetic. Maybe... It's not a big thing. Maybe... I'm over reacting.

And huh, they're friends apparently... Since... I don't know.

Huh.

...

.......

Tears wet your face and I was bearing witness to that more frequently now.

Who did they cry for? For that person.

Why did you cry? Oh, you saw them with this person and that person. Oh, someone seemed to have gotten up and close with them. Oh, someone asked to be alone with them.

I sat down with you. Patiently.

I care about you. You did and do know that, right?

Really, do you really know that?

Recently, that person had been bringing you more laughter and smiles. They had become your friend, your partner-in-crime, and your confidant.... More than I had been.

Oh how I wished to had have a heart to turn you away when you needed someone when the one who hurt you was that person.

But I smiled in consolation despite feeling pierced once more with a sharp wave of disappointment and hurt—No! Stop. I would not think that way of you.

Although I will admit that I was annoyed.

As much as they give you joy, a different kind of joy than I could, they give you just as much sorrow.

........

Huh...

....

I asked you that one time.

Do you care more about them than me?

How that question came about, I couldn't remember.

Your answer... I smiled silently in response because you said it was me. Lie.

When I asked you why you cared for that person in that way a different time... You told me of a foreign but familiar feeling. It was the same feeling I had towards you yet you said it was different. Huh...

When you felt heart broken, I wondered why.

You wanted their care as well.

And I stupidly asked whether if my care wasn't enough.

You told me it wasn't the same thing again.

Huh...

I feel another pang of pain.

.....

If I helped you fulfill your want of the. , would you smile at me again? Would it relieve you? Could we be friends again since you're no longer that worried or insecure? Wait, scratch that last one. We were still friends, right?

....

Maybe we were not. Or maybe this is just me being selfish and being the insecure one.

I don't see you often in the morning to go to school anymore. When I do, they're with you...

You sat with them and visit them more frequently than me these days. And oh, he lived in the neighborhood...

You talk more animatedly too. Like what we used to do even if it was mostly you...

That... Nice.

Maybe that's simply affection I could not understand despite helping you fulfill it.

I'm happy for you... Truly....

Even if it was painfully bitter.

....

It took me a while to make the decision. And I can not lie and say that I won't have regrets... But I really don't like pain. I also hate bitterness. That's why I don't eat vegetables.

Oh... I'm zoning out from the present again.

Yes, my monologue is done.

You chuckle and playfully hit my arm. Then told me that I seemed to be more absent-minded these days like I'm not present with you most of the time.

I laugh slightly at that and my lips quirk up.

Oh, there they are. You released my arm and went to them after saying few brief words to me.

I smile, a smile that didn't reach my eyes.

Why so quick to leave me again? Oops, that came about a bit too bitter.

You're smiling atleast. Isn't that what I hoped for... Although, honestly, I know that wasn't what I truly hoped for.

Hah... It's still hurting.

...

[icherishv3rity]

im just a gassy girl in the world..😔

[my-yr-of-lust-an-selfdestruction]

[redfirerose-blog]

omg the whistle scene!! i can't believe it's in the musicals!! now that's a 👌👌👌 way to mix manga and anime

[warspalock]

✨️ like or reblog if u save or use ✨ packs montados por bawkugos

[vivihrts]

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