#richgirlproblems

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

5 - Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? and 12 - Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.? For Anthea and Sib!

Ahh! Thank you for asking!

5 - Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?

Sib is very comfortable with PDA. While she was more reserved with Haurchefaunt with it (frankly she didn't want people to know they were some kind of together), that still didn't stop those two from uh finding nice alcoves every now and then. This is something that does also happen with Thancred and frankly there is just a heavy sigh that happens from almost everyone when you can't seem to find them. However, there is a more openness with PDA because she's trying to make up for not being able to have the freedom in showing off her partner growing up. She adored and wanted so badly to be like the other girls her age in the markets that had partners, kissing, hugging, laughing, just all of that relationship stuff.

Anthea is fairly comfortable with PDA. She's not as adventerous as Sib, but Thea and Hyth really are just always touching in someway. Hand holding, hugs, arms linked, one sat in the other's lap, etc. Truly they are sweet enough to give someone a cavity. Which is a shift as Anthea wasn't as open to touch for a little bit there having just spent so much time alone inadvertently once their parents returned to the star. Once with Hyth (or other partners in AUs) its like lights click on for them and they realize how much they miss having touch in their lives. For platonic relationships you can expect hugs often!

12 - Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Sib is less easily flustered, she's very confident overall and if she's not then you'll never know. At most she'll get not flustered but more of a frustrated with things when they don't work out how they should. Really this just more translates when she tries to be domestic which involves a lot of cursing, screaming into pillows or pots, and then giving up to just go and buy it/find someone else that can do whatever it was she was trying to do #richgirlproblems. Anthea is so so so so much more easily flustered. Truly the masks the ancients wear was such a blessing to helping them hide their feelings. Even when first meeting Hyth they were so flustered and blushing so much because he was just so pretty and they had just bumped into him like that's just so cringe oh my god! They also tend to have more tendencies to anxious thinking and talking in circles. And I'm just gonna show you below in this little snippet:

 “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Just what is it that those tickets were for?” He looks up with a furrowed brow, “Well it seems that it's something he does often and as a good friend I wish to try and take an interest in something he enjoys in support.”

“You have a plan forming in there,” he teases, tapping his temple with his pen.

“No,” they sigh when Conner cocks an eyebrow, “Possibly. But I do also want to try and be more accommodating to his interests if possible. If it's something he doesn’t ever invite us to go to then he may be under the impression that we wouldn’t care or find some enjoyment in it.”

“Well I mean-.”

“Though at the same time I guess if it is something he prefers wholeheartedly to do on his own, he is certainly entitled to such a thing, but what if we wanted to give him a gift? We could have the opportunity to get him something really nice and special. Am I being too invasive? I have done worse though, so this is very minor compared to those other things and we are friends and taking an interest in something that-.”

“Okay, slow down there, Anthea,” Conner says, “You’re going to make someone dizzy with the circles you would be running.”

[hsvjounral]

What’s going on for myself in life?

What’s going on for myself in life ? 

Well, the only event I am looking forward to is moving to UCI. I feel like that is all I have going on for myself. It is not that I am not grateful for getting to attend such a prestige/ boujie ass school, its the fact that I feel like I have not progressed in life. College is LITERALLY in my eyes a systematic way to prevent AUTHENTIC SUCCESS. Or life is just beginning to happen and I cannot identify the idea of life beginning, since I have been going thru a literal FUCKING PANDEMIC and  FEEL like I lack social presence, but as soon as I get around others I immediately begin to flip the switch and become the SOCIAL BUTTERFLY. I literally do not know why I am like that, anyways I can't even keep to a prompt, I have literal ADHD. I also went to the dispensary today, by myself, so independent, it was so cool, there was so much LEGAL MARYJANE just chillin. Very much posses my recreational card. Going to the dispo was always spoken as if it were a literal treasure chest, well that was how I spoke about it, laugh out loud. It was a great experience and I am truly glad I got to go alone. Anyways, yea it was fun. 

[greene--thumb]

Mind the Thorns

@brckentelepath

Gigi’s life was, more or less, a comedy of errors. Born to the wealthy Greene family which had long had a hand in massive, expensive car production, no one thought it was funny when her skin shimmered the same color as her namesake in the sunlight at the age of three. By the time she was five, Gwendolyn was not allowed out of the house without layers of expensive cover-up, gloves, high-collars, and sunglasses. Going from a cherubic child with blue irises to a green-skinned, dark-haired freak with her full sclera the color of moss and only black pupils denoting where her vision truly hailed from was the least of it. Along with her interesting appearance came the eruption of powers that she could neither control nor understand.

The first time the powers manifested, Gigi thought she was dying. She woke one morning covered from dark-haired head to green-nailed toes in flower blooms. They had burst through her pajamas, as if searching for the light and they ached from the very center of her. She cried for what felt like days, although with the transition she had gone through tears were in short supply.

She was lucky, all things considered; although her parents refused to look at her without the mask she was forced to wear to appear in front of any other person, they provided for her the best tutors. It was much too risky to allow her out and about with enough regularity to attend school but they wanted her to have as many advantages as they could provide her.

The problem with something akin to the Kensington system, as they soon discovered, was that it left something to be desired in the development of her personality. With no one to talk to about what she was going through, no one that could provide any true level of understanding, and parents that couldn’t meet her eyes for fear of what they looked like, Gigi grew resentful. First and foremost of the childlike nickname that sounded like poison when either of her parents uttered it.

Gwen, then.

Gwen excelled in the fields of math and science – little did she know, it broke her father’s heart to know she could’ve been a doctor if she wasn’t so afflicted –  but had no real place to put her skills to the test. Years passed and the public grew more and more aware of what they called mutants, more emboldened by every time one of the popped up. Things had always been tense in the Greene household since Gwendolyn’s mutation was discovered but it all came to a head around her twenty-fourth birthday.

“it’s dangerous,” her mother hissed from the other side of the wall; Gwen had been practicing the piano for her customary two hours before her fingers began to ache for the sunshine. With a privacy fence that kept the light out for most of the day because of its height, Gwen was allowed into the yard at the very least. She wore the caked-on concealer from the moment she woke up until it was time for her to lay her head to rest. It made her itch, not unlike the gloves that covered her elongated fingers.  Resting her head delicately back against the ivy vines along the brick wall behind her, she tugged at the glove.

Releasing her hand into the sunlight, she wondered at the strange pigments that glittered beneath the green.

“It’s dangerous for her to keep her here, Margaret! We’ve kept her practically caged like an animal for the last twenty years. What kind of life is this for her?”

“What kind of life would that be? Teaching.” Margaret Atwood-Greene scoffed and Gwen could imagine that she was pressing her delicately pale hand to her delicately pale forehead with a pained look pulling down her lips. Gwen grimaced at the mental image. “They can’t possibly provide for her the way we have, Gerald!”

“Are you listening to yourself? You know exactly the life she has had here. It’s just as hard for you as it is for me. We can’t keep her here any longer, for the sake of everyone here.”

Gwen had long since stood from her position outside the massive sliding glass door that would lead into the kitchen from the ornate deck. Sliding the door open wider, she looked up to catch her parents’ red faces. She had removed her hat, her glasses; unbuttoned the high collar of her shirt to reveal green collarbones and did her best to scrub at the peachy cover-up on her cheeks.

“Wherever it is, I’ll go.”

And go she did; not two days later, with all of two suitcases and one small box, Gwendolyn left her parents’ home for what she assumed would be the last time. She was covered, as always, from head to toe. When she emerged from the town car outside the front door of Xavier’s School for the Gifted, she looked mostly normal.

Her father knew a man who knew another man who had heard that the school existed – that was all she needed. She promised to tell her parents how it went but had immediately decided she would tell them whatever she needed to so that they wouldn’t come looking for her.

She was free, whatever that meant.

The driver unloaded the suitcases and box, looking at Gwen for a long moment before he was waved off. With a heavy heart and a gloved hand, Gwen lifted her hand to press her finger into the doorbell. Beside her, the bush absolutely bloomed with nervous-looking little yellow flowers that didn’t quite look like they belonged.

[luxuryjones]

Can’t blame her for tryin’ #moneycantbuyyoulove #CARLOS #chillpom #richgirlproblems (at Luxury Jones) https://www.instagram.com/carlosmanana/p/BxdLQIklNTO/?igshid=2gpj4myvro7e

[angel-pigeon]

Currently cackling AKJSKSJDJSJDJDJ

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[thejulietcapulet-blog1]

love sprung from hate

Sunday-11:00 pm Kill me now! Only moments ago I met the man I know I will marry. He is undoubtedly my true love. Moments after we met, he kissed me, and I kissed him! Oh it was so romantic, like something you'd read about in a novel! You may be wondering why I am in such a horrible state if I just met the love of my life? Well here it is: my family is strongly liberal while his is strongly republican. That doesn't sound like much, but as far as my family is concerned I might as well be in love with the devil himself. 

For some reason our two families have been known to have frequent political disputes here in Verona and this definitely has not changed. At this point our rivalry is less about politics and more about hating simply to hate. Last week my cousin got in a fight with one of Romeo’s siblings at school and the school threatened to expel the next perpetrators of a fight on school property... 

Oh I just know my family will never understand my true love for Romeo... My dad is super strict and wants me to marry some rich guy named Paris. I've already told him that I have no interest in marrying him but my dad just gets hyper masculine whenever I contradict him and tries to assert his dominance just because he can. Pfffft, men. 

Anyway, I just know my parents will never let me be with my one true love... Either he must deny his father and abandon his name or I will. Oh how can I live without my Romeo?!? 

[risingsunsugar]

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Gotta take my lady to the spa. 

#mercedes #ridelikemine #spaday #carspa #richgirlproblems #dayinthelife #makeitfancy

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[prettytragcdies]

        When Scarlett was little and sporting some major attitude, she would sass Sue Ellen by going around and calling her by her first name, rather than Mommy or Mama. As she got a little bit older, she’d also attempt to mirror what little she knew about her aunt Kristin by acting out in certain ways that were far too reminiscent of her mama’s baby sister. Fortunately, all it took was one eye opening lecture from Sue Ellen to officially nip that one in the bud.

        Also, when Scarlett was young and went to one of her friend’s houses, she was always incredibly confused by the fact that their families didn’t dress up for dinner or gather in the living room for cocktails and conversation right before. Sometimes they didn’t even all eat together at the same big table, either. It was all a strange and new experience for her. #richgirlproblems

[aequalitatemuk-blog]

Chelsea girl by Tasneem Amin

Rabbit fur coat, red lips and your Chanel bag, Heeled boots while you light a straight fag, Already uploaded your Instagram post, Of having brunch with your girls eating French toast, That cute café on the Kings Road, Where you pay £20 for a light load, The smallest portions of food you’ll ever see, Alongside your pot of fresh Morrocan mint tea, The only Moroccan that they’ve ever met, Is the man who serves them behind the counter of Pret, Attending private school in the local area, Of Royal borough of Chelsea and Westminster, 2 Black girls, 2 Arabs and 2 Asians, Don’t worry BNP, no chance of a foreign invasion, Her most immaculate appearance concealing the pain, Of that eating disorder that you drain, Into a pile of secrets that must be contained. Because God forbid if you’re not seen as perfect and well composed, Well I guess then you’d be the next thing that your Chelsea mates dispose, Because friends in SW are only for the good times, for lighthearted fun, Those dark troublesome problems must be shunned, A second of compassion, pause, they’re bored of you, you’re done. So you stay in your room aged 16, Not looking so dandy or pristine, thinking this is the dynamic of friendships, But you can’t stop ruminating in your mind and you miss a night’s kip, You can’t suppress the cries of neglect, Thinking you’re the only family that’s always been wrecked, That you’re the only one who is messed up, The truth is girl, everyone in this world is fucked up, In their own individual way, That money can’t pay to eradicate problems away, So that’s the first revelation, That you’re not in isolation, As all humans are flawed, One persons flaw may be bigger than yours, But this is no competition, Don’t add more fire to your current incisions. Friends only for banter? Seriously, why? ‘They don’t care about me’ you thought when your grandad died, Surround yourself with support of good people, The longer this alter ego lasts, it could be lethal, Last time I checked, No one has to pretend that they’re perfect.

[cleger10]

Blond white rich bitch be like... #girlsbelike #richgirl #richgirlsbelike #richgirlproblems

[maryjaneswagg]

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[conquistador]

Eye don't know what to wear! Help!!!! Eye Karumba!! #RichGirlProblems #London #Hackney #NORMALiSfUCKINGbORING @milo_tv #milotv (at Broadway Market)

[littlegraymouse]

Old versus new. Let's see if I can get my old baby to function again #richgirlproblems

[ecegoker]

Monday syndrome👀👀 #foreveronvacation #richgirlproblems #solymar

[kassinwonderland]

Rickshaw ride in downtown San Diego <3 #richgirlproblems #rickshaw #california #epic