#this is also pretty privlidge

[timetravell]

Twas the first day of school, here is a little recap:

We mainly went over all the new procedures. Theres one about phones and if they have to take it up 4 times in a row you have to pay a fine of 15 dollars. And the dress code regressed?? No teacher is enforcing it though. We still have the same tardy policy (10 tardies = ISS).

If this phone policy doesn't 'work' then we just- wont be allowed to bring our phones at all Which is a HUGE safety concern.

below is a recap of all my class periods <3

1st period: Colorguard

Nothing much happened here, again a lot of today was just a repeat of all procedures. There were a few band specific things, such as attendance, rehearsals, UDB, and stuff pertaining to the band hall itself. There is now a form so if need be, your istrument can be turned into the shop to get fixed!

We also cleaned out the guard locker room/area. All of the costumes from last year got put in one of the lower lockers. We somehow found stuff from seniors who left YEARS ago. And 3 year old water....in a jug still.. yikes.

2nd: Forensics!!!

Im actually so happy I got to be in this class. Im looking forward to a lot of things in it. Especially the labs and that one lecture about blood splatters. Our teacher is actually absent this first week, but thats because he's also the volleyball coach. (Our volleyball team is in Hawaii for nationals I believe)

We had three assignments. One of them was designing a locker (mine is super cute, it has a Marina poster), the second was a Syllabus scavenger hunt which isn't due until tomorrow but I wanted to get a jump on it so I finished it at home. The third was homework, which was just a student survey.

3rd: ELA

It was just, again, more policy updates and a little get to know you card. This class, thank god, wont be all on computer. We'll have some paper assignments. We haven't gotten our reading yet (which upsets me a teeny bit, but I'm sure we'll learn about it later in the week)

4th: AP World History

I'm actually so exited for this class its not even funny. I was genuinley upset when we didnt get our unit 0 packets and when I found out we werent getting our textbooks until Friday.

We did learn that the AP teachers are no longer allowed to split that 70% weighted major assignments to 40/30. Which absolutely sucks, and on top of that our first unit is stuff our state says we NEED to know to get said World History credit. Which means we wont even be tested on it come spring. Our district hates us.

I actually have a good teacher for this AP class, last year I had a very (idk how else to put it) 'White privlidged' teacher. AND AND I narrowly missed being stuck in a class with someone I despise. Made me so happy!

I also learned that 'The History of the Entire World I guess' is pretty accurate! So I can use that as a study resource for like- a short summary.

5th: Astronomy

SO SO SO excited for this class. And there is no math! None! (If they added math it would have to become an AP class). My teacher is so funny unironicly. He's very monotone and you would think he'd be a bore, but he's actually really funny in my opinion.

We actually will talk about why Astrology isnt real which I think will be really fun. I dont nessicarily believe astrology is real, I like the idea of it. But going indepts on why it isnt is going to be really interesting!

We also will get to learn how galaxies and solar systems form, which will be really helpfull for making my story, Abyss. Theres also gonna be night labs!! (if we go we get a free 100 on a test grade) And maybe some Day Labs if the school can get their hands on a solar telescope.

6th: Geometry

It's geometry. There wasnt really anything of note here. Just the fact that i somehow have a class full of kids who dont care abt the Highschool grades. (I have confirmed this, it isnt speculation) It's gonna be a loud period..

7th: Band (they split it up weird)

Again nothing of note. EXCEPT NOW I HAVE TO LEARN THE SHOW?? ON MY FLUTE?? WHAT??

Im in guard, i dont do 'band' until concert season. I cant work on my solo during this period OR my homework. Pissed me of factually because the original plan was as followed:

Used as a study hall

Practice choreography

Practice flute

But nope! They hate me! /j

8th: Musical Theatre!

So many new people! Its gonna be so much fun! I have a lot of friends in that class so im really excited!

I already know the song im gonna do for our first solo, just gotta get permission cuz its technicly not from a musical (Wont say im in love from hercules)

Anyways thats it!! Tmmr will most likely have some more stuff so follow if you want to see!

[sapphic-butterflies-queer-arson]

so many of my crushes on girls and those fem aligned have been so much stonger and more intense than crushes on boys and those male aligned.

guys are so easy, I think as I go on a new dating app and match with every other guy or every third on the app. I change my preference to just women instead of everyone and it sometimes takes days for a match to pop up

[ashvalle]

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[skybristle]

I'm really interested to hear about your episode 11/12 CRK rewrite, do you mind explaining the plot? If it's too long to explain or smth, can you at least give some basic plot points/major changes?

[pls rb] It's a bit messy tbh since i never got into the nitty-gritty of the exact play by play events, but i had a lot of thoughts on how i would like to have restructured it / rewritten certain parts. its always bugged me how tonally distant the hb kingdom is from,,,, everything else in the main storyline, especially compared to pv and cacao's plotlines. one of the key things is that i took the mention pitaya burned down the kingdom at one point WAY more seriously than the plot does - as well as them 'taking over' the kingdom. i should note that they aren't nessacarily malicious, moreso trying to bait hollyberry out of hiding to fight them and going about it in the worst way possible. The timeline of cr is so messy and conflicting [esp now with the implication roguefort was very young when their family died in the ob christmas event and they died in my fanon BECAUSE of the pitaya attack but i had other stuff before that that said it was only like 6-7 years ago but. AUGH. WHATEVER]. TLDR the hollyberry kingdom has rebuilt but they're still kinda a mess and slowly losing faith in the royal family and turning to the great houses - leading to a setup similar to the princess contest [i think the 'princess contest' is stupid as hell, like, especially when princess herself shows up for it but it 'must go on'].

TO SUMMARIZE SOME THINGS. For my fanon in general i've kicked gingerbrave and co out of the main plotline - nothing against them, but persoanlly them being shoved into every plotline makes their narratives suffer drastically [at least in my fanon] . i've weighed the thought of either rasp or princess being the main protagonist but like . princess probably makes more sense im just HEAVILY biased towards rasp. Background stuff thats important to the characters -rasp has been staying in the cookie kingdom for a while and becoming dissalussioned with her house and hollyberry kingdom as she spends time away from the suffocating enviorment and begins falling in love with parfait - but cant commit because she can't be in love with a commoner under her house's watch. puts off going home until a carriage shows up asking her to come back to the kigndom for the contest. Is not havign a good time and only gets more and more upset as the plot goes on - batflower [oc of mine] was a heiress, but lost her manor in the pitaya attack. she's a power-obsessed asshole who does Not value people unless they contribute to her amusement or game. Is a literal fucking serial killer! - uhhhh i wanted to do more with tiger lily but the brainrot was never there. i think it would be sillly if part of the reason she went missing was related to hollyberry's dissapearance - i also kicked out the cookies of darkness not because they're irrelevant or completely gone i just liked using batflower and pitaya as the villians wayy more. they might be around but probably serving a more minor role - like how affogato is the main antagonist in chp 13/14 but theyre still around OKAY SO. It runs mostly the same but the one to poison their drinks is - suprise suprise - batflower ! nyx holds a lot of envy towards the remaining heiresses [especially rasp who is trying to walk away from the privlidge she'd been given that batflower so desprately wants back] and she spikes the heiresses' drinks with something similar as to what wizard/strawberry get in the original. And raspberry's already having her emotions run high and is pretty pissy and her and princess do Not Get Along so they start fighting before dueling [11-27 boss fight] - though it gets interupted by batflower showing herself, unfurling her wings and mocking them for falling right into her play. Yadda yadda drama stuff yadda yadda rasp falling even deeper into her want to leave her role because she sees the reflection of what it can do to people in batflower but also. THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING [batflower replaces the 11-30 boss - it fits nyx well since its in a garden and nyx has plant magic it uses to make its poisons]. Once batflower is beat she retreats. Probably shows up later at minimum as an observer but i havent figured that out. Rest proceeds mostly as normal, with hollyberry showing up having realized how badly she failed her kingdom and what pitaya has done to it as 'ruler', and promptly beats their ass into next week and probably makes them do community service /LH. i wanted to do more to hb's characer arc and i DID mostly but im trying not to get too deep into the psychology of the events [as i often tend to do] and just tell it as it is. i think it would be cute if wildberry was with her [since she took him in while she was in hiding] and when its revealed shes the queen he gets promoted to her personal bodyguard. just thought that though idk a lot of this is loose Rasp at this point is done, goes home, gets in a fight with mousse and leaves the kingdom for good - though that probably wouldnt be featured in the plot. what WOULD be featured is a tiger lily reuinion with her family - i havent thought abt it much but it annoys me to NO FUCKING END that she is completely written off despite being LITERALLY *the missing princess*. And they do nothing with her besides jungleberry offhandedly remarking "oh that might be her,,," like GIRL YOURE NOT GONNA ?? INVESTIGATE ??? i think thats it . i might be forgetting something but whatever.

[dinosaurtsukki]

[ it’s good to be home ] 

sequel to ‘the same eyes as you’ (read here)

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader

word count: 1.3k words

contains: fluff, tsukishima being an awkward dad

anon: helo..i'm sorry for requesting so suddenly--but can we get a part 2 of the same eyes as you???? like how hikari would react that mr tour guide man is her father and all fluff. if it's okay tho hdnsjfhd

a/n: okay i definitely feel like this drabble needs a part two because awkward dad!tsukishima is too good to miss. hope you enjoy this too !!

“brush.”

“wide one or tiny one?”

“medium one please.”

“you got it.” 

tsukishima watched out of the corner of his eye as his daughter, no, hikari, handed him the medium brush from his toolkit. the two of them were in tsukishima’s office in the museum, way down inside the basement where he sometimes worked on the cleaning and upkeep of some artifacts and fossils for display. 

it had been about a month since tsukishima met you again and he learned that he had a daughter. neither of you told hikari about it yet and figured it would be better to ease tsukishima into her life. of course, the ideal situation for him would be that you would also welcome him into your life too but he didn’t want to force you either. tsukishima was happy enough that you suggested that he pick up hikari from school.

he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a seven-year old child, especially when it came to entertaining them. but to his pleasant surprise, hikari was pretty excited when she heard she was ‘going to mr. tour guide man’s office to help out’. right now, she looked as if she was enjoying being his little assistant and handing tsukishima his tools when he needed them.

“alright, ready to head home?” he asked once he looked up to see that it was already six in the evening. usually, he stayed overtime especially when he was finishing something but he knew it was only a matter of time when hikari would get bored or hungry.

“sure!” hikari hopped off the stool she was sitting on and grabbed her backpack before the two of them headed out of the museum. she had a habit of hopping over the sidewalk cracks when she walked, making tsukishima smile a bit as he watched.

“tsukishima-san, can we get strawberry milk again?” hikari asked, skipping to his side and pointing at the vending machine a few blocks away from where your apartment was.

“isn’t it almost dinnertime?” tsukishima raised an eyebrow. 

“i’ll still have room...” she pouted. of course, he couldn’t resist that either.

“alright,” he chuckled. “just make sure to finish all your dinner. and don’t tell your mother too. promise?”

“promise!” hikari grinned. 

there’s always that ache in his chest when he brings hikari home to you. everything -- from hearing hikari yell ‘we’re home mom!’, to the smell of your cooking, to seeing you emerge from the kitchen -- reminds tsukishima of what he’s been missing all these years because of something he did. and more than ever, he wants to make things right.

“welcome home,” you chuckle when hikari runs into your arms. “how was your day with tsukishima-san?”

“good! he let me touch some fossils but also to keep it a secret because no one else is allowed to,” hikari giggled.

“it’s called ‘assistant’s privileges’, remember,” tsukishima grinned at her.

“assistants privlidges,” hikari nodded.

“if you say so,” you laughed at them. tsukishima hitched his shoulder bag and stood up.

“well, i’ll be going ahead now,” he said, despite how much his feet hesitated by the door. “you two have a good night.”

“hold on.”

tsukishima stopped, feeling his heart leap to his chest when he felt your hand on his shoulder. from you, he heard the words he’s been wanting to hear for so long: “why don’t you stay for dinner?”

when he turned around, tsukishima met the softness in your eyes. you wanted him to stay. 

“sure,” he nodded. “dinner sounds great.”

...

you never thought the day when tsukishima would be eating dinner at your table right beside your daughter would come. but here it was: a family dinner unfolding before you. when you decided to let tsukishima slowly come into yours and hikari’s life again, you didn’t know what to expect. the tsukishima you dated back in your university days didn’t even bother with taking care of a plant, but he did have his moments of care especially when it was for you. 

needless to say, you were pleasantly surprised to hear hikari’s stories about being at the museum with her father and watching tsukishima intently listen to her talk about the fairy princess game she played with her friends.

maybe, this is something that could work.

“don’t forget to do your homework first before TV,” you called after your daughter after she ran off.

“yes mom!” she responded. and just like that, you and tsukishima were alone in the dining room.

“i’ll... wash up,” he cleared his throat and stood up to begin gathering the plates.

“no way. you’re the guest here,” you shook your head. 

“it’s alright. you cooked dinner already,” tsukishima insisted.

“okay, how about you wash and i dry,” you suggested. tsukishima blinked at you in surprise before nodding slowly.

“sure, why not?”

there was something comforting with feeling tsukishima’s arm next to yours as the two of you stood side by side at the sink. so much so that you ended up talking out loud a lot, just like those times when you two were younger. 

“sorry, i guess i got a bit carried away,” you laughed nervously as you put away the last plate. 

“i definitely see where hikari gets in from,” tsukishima snickered.

“oh, you have no idea,” you laughed. “sometimes i look at her and wonder how people were able to deal with me.”

“it’s not that much of a bad thing,” tsukishima glanced at you with a small smile on his face. “does she... does she ask about who her dad is?”

“yeah,” you nodded, staring down at the floor. “there was this one time she went through all my things and made a mess just trying to find a picture of you. she didn’t, though. and... i promised her that maybe someday, i’ll let her meet you.” with a sigh, you looked up at tsukishima. “but, i guess that day has come sooner rather than later.”

“i’m willing to wait as long as it takes,” he said earnestly. “until you’re ready. i mean, it’s not just for hikari but for you too. i... the past few weeks i’ve just been hitting myself in the head seeing how much i’ve missed all these years.”

“i know,” you nodded, leaning back against the sink. “and, it’s been nice having you around. i can tell hikari would absolutely love you too. but, it’s not all easy, tsukishima. you have to understand that.”

“i know. i’m ready,” tsukishima said. “well, actually not really ready but you never are for these kinds of things,” he chuckled.

“you’re right there,” you smiled and looked down the hallway in the direction of hikari’s room. maybe, it was now time. 

“would you like us to tell her?”

...

tsukishima knew that lingering by the doorway of hikari’s bedroom while you explained things to her was going to be one of the most tension-filled moments of his life. when he heard his daughter ask ‘so, why didn’t he look for us?’, tsukishima was almost certain that she would hate him. 

and then, she looked right at him, and asked: “are you going to stay now?” 

“of course i am,” tsukishima nodded. “i’ll stay for sure.”

“promise?” 

“promise.”

before he could react, hikari leapt off her bed and ran to where he was, wrapping her small arms tightly around his waist. “i knew it! i knew it!” she giggled.

“woah, knew what? that mr. tour guide man’s your dad?” you chuckled.

“cause he likes the same strawberry milk i do!” hikari insisted, grinning up at tsukishima. “you know, same traits passed down through evolution like you said.”

that made him laugh. “sure, hikari.” his daughter smiled at him and there was something different about it now that she knew she was his daughter. tsukishima didn’t know of any other happiness quite like this. he knelt down on the floor and wrapped his arms around hikari and looked up to find tears in your eyes.

“welcome home, dad,” hikari said softly. tsukishima held a hand out to you. 

“it’s good to be home.”

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[thecandywrites]

Micro-mermaid Chenera Part 1

So, I know I'm, like two months late for Mermay, BUT. I had this amazing dream about micro-mermaids.

So hear me out- mermaids- half fish half human right? Deep sea mermaids/sirens would get HUGE to combat the pressure and stuff right? Well take it the other direction tiny pools in the amazon or the tropics, where we find guppies and betas and little very vibrant, very little fish but with a fantasy twist- micro-mermaids. Adults as big as your fingers, with kids and babies the size of your fingertips and finger nails, based on real fish, like betas, guppies, oscars, mollys, tetras and the like.

My mom ALWAYS kept at least one fish tank growing up, usually fresh water, one time she kept a brackish tank too, saltwater tanks were always too pricy for us BUT SO PRETTY TO STARE AT- AT THE FISH STORES. It's a life long hobby for her that she passed down to at least one of my sisters, my other sister is into guppies and betas almost exclusively and the different kinds and colors just within those two varieties are almost endless. And watching fish swim in a beautiful and healthy fish tank is documented to help out mentally and ease anxiety and even depression. Imagine what it would be like to have a tank of micro mermaids! Especially multiple kinds the way most will have multiple kinds of fish in a tank. I also got the idea from watching a documentary about how TINY little seahorses can be and of course My Little Mermaid- inner tween said 'tiny seahorse needs tiny micro-mermaid to ride it!' And of course seahorses especially are notoriously difficult to keep in captivity. If micro-mermaids were real, I'd imagine the same kind of thing. An expensive hobby that most would dump money into just for the privlidge of having their own wonder of nature.

And just like we have fish stores and fish breeders, think micro-mermaid breeders. Some are really good, others can be crappy, and this story follows a responsible, loving breeder, (more or less based on my mom who I love immesurably)

But me, being...well me, I can't write anything and not have a bit of angst, a good pinch of romance, eventual consentual smutty goodness and eventual happily ever afters. So...heads up.

Also since little fish tend to have shortened lifespans of only a few years, I'd imagine a micro-mermaid's lifespan would be similar in that they'd be shortened as well, so when you read cycles, that's in days. But also don't think of it as to the mermaids being years, if a micro-mermaid is 22 cycles, aka 22 days old, it's approxomately 11 years old in human terms so these guys are literally babies and kids when we meet them and get to watch them 'grow up' so to speak. So again, cycles=days divided in half= human years as point of reference.

But considering most merfolk in the ocean would live for who knows how long- if the average beta can live 2-5 years, lets say micro-mermaids can live to be 5-8 years old. Which compared to most little freshwater fish, is still, practically ancient. time passes differently for different beings, like dog years/human years/elven years kind of thing.

Cool? Cool. Let's dive in! (pun intended)

Micro-Mermaid

Chenera

Part 1

Ethel watched with baited breath from outside the glass as your parents gently used their billowy fins to circulate fresh oxygenated water across their eggs that had they laid in their small cave, made out of a large, fancy geode that Ethel had put into their tank to use as their cave to lay and hatch their young, the pockets of facets in the geode assisting to keep the eggs secure so that they would stay put and hatch successfully.

Ethel was a micro-mermaid breeder, and your parents were considered “royal chameleon” merfolk, a breed made special in that they could, like a chameleon, change their colors to suit their environment, but their fin structure and body confirmation was as if you crossed a beta with a mermaid, but in the micro scale, their large, billowy fins, long hair and plump bodies, an ethereal ideal for the subspecies.

And at a certain stage in their lives, she would put the adolescents into a much brighter colored tank, with things like hunks of gold and platinum and special rocks surrounded by color shifting fabrics on the outside of the glass so that the adolescents would always change into fancy, bright colors with precious metal accents and shifts of colors and special effects to their fins so that they could attract an equally colorful, healthy and vibrant mate and therefore, be worth much more on the market to enhance already immaculate genetics.

Ethel’s other tanks had schools of other micro mermaids of all kinds, from guppies, oscars, swordtails, molly’s, tetras and the like. Ethel was quite the collector and seemed to have every variety of micro mermaid both in nature and that could be bred in captivity and she was highly sought after in the industry because she treated each micro mermaid with the same tender loving care that she would treat her own children, if she had ever got to have them and her home might as well have been a mini aquarium since she ran one of the high end, micro-mermaid aquariums in the city and her home was where she bred the majority of her stock and her personal favorites that she was especially attached to.

Ethel preferred to sell mated pairs of micro-mermaids since micro mermaids preferred to mate for life but others preferred the “harem method” having a few females to a single male to get more clutches of eggs and thus, more micro-mermaids to sell since all the females could be laying clutches of eggs but that was usually harder on the female since she would have to care for the eggs mostly on her own since the male’s attention would be divided among all the clutches of eggs and even in the harem style, the male would prefer the company of his favorite and thus her eggs as well, and while that method got more micro-mermaids in volume, it usually always lacked in quality, the micro-mermaids would be slim, aggressively competitive and prey driven and would only live half as long, but wild caught micro-mermaids usually died before they could produce a clutch in captivity and capturing wild micro-mermaid clutches could be almost impossible since they usually hid them so well. Especially since male micro-mermaids could be very territorial once as mated adults. But before the mating process as adults, males could be housed together as kids and teens while in captivity.

Ethel had one particular tank though where she called it the “odds and ends” tank, where usually the last of her older micro-mermaids had clutches and died before the eggs could fully develop, where she would move the clutches into the large tank to be cared for by the community, something like an orphanarium for micro-mermaids that had a little bit of everything in it and to see so many varied individuals, and sometimes divided off into schools, it was one of her favorites to sit and watch and drink her tea.

She would even get clutches from other breeders, who would usually get overwhelmed or would run out of funds to keep the tanks going since micro-mermaids could be a very expensive hobby because they had a very specific and very demanding feeding and housing requirements depending on the subspecies, the salt water varieties being the most so. But in this particular room, was the “freshies”, she had other rooms in her house, the “brackies” or brackish water types, and her most coveted, the “salties” that room she kept under lock and key since the occupants of that room were worth thousands of dollars each and everything had to be controlled specifically and carefully.

Ethel usually had the laying and hatching process down to a meticulous science, she liked to keep her tanks at a specific temperature for the “incubation” process, where the eggs themselves would incubate at what Ethel had found over the years- was the “perfect” temperature so that almost all the eggs would hatch, the adults would be comfortable, but at the same time, the food she would put into the tanks to feed the micro-mermaids would not rot and attract flies or other scavengers who would try to fly into the house and prey not only on the mico-mermaid’s food but on the micro mermaids themselves.

You were one of the first to hatch, the egg’s shell breaking to allow you to break free as you squirmed out and into your father’s hands before he caught a few of your siblings who did the same before he cooed to you and greeted you happily as you opened your big eyes up at him and snuggled into his chest before he waited for your siblings to get their first and only milk from your mother, that would set up your gut to eat for a lifetime, before you were swapped out with your siblings and once you had your first milk, then you were brought up to the surface to get just a small breath of air so your air bladders would be filled and so you could navigate the whole tank easily before both of your parents touched your head, and the heads of all your siblings to the gold nugget in the tank so that all of you would have golden heads and hair, a trait that both your parents and Ethel prided themselves on.

It also served as a marker for which group you came from, your parents were the “gold standard” of the subspecies of beta-micro-mermaids. And other pairs had different metals or different colored stones so that each pair and their children would have that “mark” to signify which ones came from which parents for future breeding purposes, so that just by looks, they could decipher your genetics instead of having to go to the master gentics manual to decipher it all the time.

Now with the air in your air bladder and your first milk in your system, now your life fully began as you fully woke up and became conscious and thus wriggly and your siblings began exploring the tank as Ethel sprinkled in “baby bits” which was a composite of larve, krill, mackerel, anchovy, feeder-fish as well as algae as you and your siblings happily began “hunting” your first real meal, some of them using the surprise attack, whereas you and a few of your other siblings used the “stalking” method, hiding behind the roots and foliage of the plants at the top of the tank before you “pounced” and grabbed ahold of your favorite little bit and bit down into it, like a big loaf of bread that got softer to eat the more it was in the water as your tiny little teeth helping you eat it as you chewed it and held it between your two tiny hands and swam down back down to the bottom and sat in the soft sandy area, which was affectionately known as “the sand pit” with your other siblings who had hatched within the last few moments as your parents were busy helping the others that were hatching and repeating the process over and over until the whole clutch hatched.

“Well hello there beauties!” Ethel greeted as she waived with a big smile as you looked over and while your first instinct was to freeze and change into the color of your surroundings, to see your parents waiving back seemed to relax the rest of you.

“It’s ok, that’s Ethel, she’s the one who takes care of us and feeds us.” Your parents introduced before you used your tiny hands to waive back like your parents had as Ethel’s smile grew wider and more excited before she sprinkled in more “baby bits” for your siblings that would be hatching in the next few hours before she left and went to her other tanks to check up on the couples and the other clutches of eggs to repeat her process as she then tried to take notes of the other hatchlings and trying to count to see how many had hatched that day and once you were all full, you piled up in the silky soft sand to take your first rest from your first full day.

Since micro-mermaids aged quickly, it was only a few weeks and all of you had grown into playful rambunctious kids, swimming and chasing each other around the tank, building up strength and stamina, Ethel had turned the temperature of the tank down to a cooler temperature to incite your appetite and help you bulk up and gain a layer of fat over your buddening muscle and your parents had given all of you names to keep you accounted for as you learned language and all the various kinds of communication, at this point in time, all of you had the same gold heads and hair but could take on the colors of your surroundings so that some of you took on the sandy color of the “sand pit” or others had taken on the green color of the foliage of the plants that grew in the tank or the colorful geode and if it wasn’t for your gold heads, Ethel would have the hardest time finding any you in the tank besides your parent's who's colors for the most part had "fixed" into permanant colors. Your mother a colorful pearlescent, your father a striking metalic green, blue, purple and black.

The very few eggs that didn’t make it, your parents had given to Ethel to dispose of respectfully so as not to incite cannibalism and in the exchange you each got to touch Ethel's larger, but wrinkled hand and had carressed it as Ethel cooed at you, watching you all fondly and noting each one's unique colors and personality.

You had been one of the ones who liked to play in the foliage and plants at the top of the tank, often leaping out of the water to splash in the water at the top of the tank, a few times, hitting the lid, at first, it was on accident, then it was on purpose, to let Ethel know that you and your family were hungry as Ethel often chuckled at your antics when you would watch her make her rounds and feed the rest of the tanks.

“Who is keeping who here?” She would often chortle as she laid a few pieces of raw mackerel into the tank to watch your parents, you and your siblings, use little shards as "weapons" from the geode as well as little pieces of bones from previous meals to stab and attack the pieces and devour it, often having to fish out the bones out later with her little net. Micro-beta-mermaids had one of the most demanding and specific diets whereas the others wouldn't be so picky. But the better the food now, the better quality the micro-beta mermaid and better health and long life you would enjoy in later life. For Ethel, it was worth the money, time and effort to make sure each little being thrived the best they could.

Ethel's younger "adopted children" who she employed were more tech savy and had cameras set up on Ethel's most beautiful tanks with the more precious and prized occupants and set up a YouTube channel and live feed channels and seeing baby micro-mermaid babies hatch was always popular and Ethel's business boomed.

And while Ethel didn’t have children of her own, she seemed to adopt many who came into the micro-mermaid hobby and you saw many of the same people, most who worked for her would come and check up on Ethel on her days off and bring their children who often stared with big, starry eyes at you and your siblings as well as the others so that all of you got used to seeing different people so that when you would eventually be mated up, being moved into the store front wouldn’t be that big of a deal to you. It had been a tried and true method for Ethel for the last forty years and most followed her excelent example.

Then, one day, a small group fairies broke into the place and roused you from your sleep as you saw the glittering glows move around the room as you left the sleep pile in the sand pit to see what was going on and swam to the top and by now, you had grown big and strong enough to lift the lid as you cracked it open just enough to see better. But that seemed to be just what another was waiting for as you were grabbed and yanked from the tank as you screamed, all the water in your lungs splashing out as you watched in horror as other curious ones had also been yanked from their tanks and were being moved to a large plastic bag with hardly any water in it, as you squirmed and thrashed and took your little stone pick like blade that you always had tucked into the longer scales around your tailfin and stabbed at the vicious creature trying to fly you to the bag as the bag was picked up and several fairies were trying to fly it out of the house.

But your attempts to free yourself from it's grasp worked, it let you go and you thankfully landed onto the back of the other fairy, pick first so as to stab it by the heart, before you bounced off of it’s back into another lid of the tank, this tank being the odds and ends one, but the force of you hitting the fairy, bouncing off the fairy, and hitting the lid- shut the lid to keep anything else from getting in or out and had actually drowned the little vicious fairy trying to steal what it could from that tank and in the darkness, you swam until you felt the gravel of the bottom of the tank and swam until you found the deepest depression, under another cave and hid yourself in the darkness, using it’s dark nature to turn yourself as black as the night’s darkness itself, except for your gold head and hair which you used to hide in the deepest part of the little crevice like cave, moving the gravel around under it to make room for you to ball yourself into.

Come morning Ethel awoke to the horror to see that her home had come under attack as none of the micro-merfolk would come up from the bottom of the tank as she opened all the tanks and once opened the odds and end’s tank to see the drowned fairy floating on the top which caused rage to fill her as she knew that someone or something had incited the fairies of all beings to break in and steal her precious stock as she immediately tried to do some damage control and try to figure out who and what was taken as it seemed each tank had micro-merfolk-children missing because a full adult would have been too big and too strong to steal and would have drowned whoever or whatever might have tried to take them as she went to her other rooms, the brackish room was thankfully locked, but she could see little scratches and claw marks at the doors and especially around the saltwater room. But the freshies were in her livingroom and thus, open to the rest of the house, that’s why it got hit. Almost all the tanks were missing at least one child, the name of each child missing being written in the little bit of algae that had accumalated on the glass since the last cleaning as Ethel used a big magnifying glass to see it and then translate it from the merfolk's language as Ethel just kept crying, her tears streaking down her wrinkled and weathered face and falling onto her reading glasses.

Ethel offered her condolences to the families that lost little ones and made a memorial for the ones who had been taken and fed all the tanks a “funeral” meal, which was the most expensive and most comforting food she could as she made some calls to her friends and business partners and employees, as well as the police to see what could be done as soon the police arrived and detectives arrived along with all of Ethel's friends and neighbors came to give Ethel comfort as the police and investigators tried to document the break in and get statements from everyone about the theft and make notes so that Ethel, who had each and every single one of her micro-merfolk insured, could contact her insurance company and begin the claim process.

Meanwhile Nona had awoken to see a couple of his adopted siblings had been attempted to be taken but something had shut the lid on the fairy so their particular tank had survived from losing anyone. Although with it being the odds and ends tank, not much of really high value was in the tank to begin with. But looking out over to the other tanks in the room, he could see that the other tanks were mourning the loss of their own as the police were there, although they were finishing up the investigation and leaving with the drowned fairy and other pictures as proof of what had happened. But that also meant that they got a whole raw mackerel for the whole tank as everyone was feasting on it while he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, something gold - flashing, catching the light before it disappeared again.

He paused in eating and took off a hunk and went over to where he thought he saw the glint of gold and heard the gravel move under the cave before he got down on his belly and peered into the crevis under cave that was it's own little cave he supposed but he didn’t see anything but black but felt the most subtle pressure wave, as if something was moving around in the crevice under the cave. He took a chance and simply set the hunk of mackerel down at the mouth of the cave and went back a fair distance to see if anything would come out and take it and hid behind the base of one of the plants and waited a few long moments before he could just barely see a small glimmer of gold again, before a small, light sandy colored hand attached to a small goldish sandy colored arm reach out and grab the bit of mackerel before it quickly took it back into the crevice and he could have sworn he heard munching sounds of someone eating it.

He quickly went back to the whole mackerel and tried to swipe a larger piece and carry it back to the crevice and tore it into two pieces and laid one at the mouth again as he slowly chewed on the other half, only he didn’t swim away, instead he sat and tried to peer in to see what was in there before he saw a glimmer of gold then it quickly vanished.

It was definitely another micro-merperson. He just had never seen anyone like it before.

“Hello?” He called into the crevice but you were still too scared to venture any closer.

“Are you ok in there? Are you hurt? What’s your name?” He asked but instead you just tried to sink down into the darkness. The water was different in this tank. It didn’t smell or taste like home. It was foreign to you and you didn’t know what tank you had fallen into. You knew some micro-merpeople did not tolerate intruders and you were afraid that if you ventured out, you would be attacked, you were unarmed and only an elder child, you were no match for an adult or even subadult.

So instead, Nona finished his hunk of mackerel and gently used his colorful tail fin to push the rest of it into the crevice before you took the offered piece and ate that too, not knowing when you would get another chance to eat again.

“See? I’m not gonna hurt you. But I just really want to know if you’re ok. Are you’re ok in there?” Nona asked worriedly as he came in and you backed up as far as you could and tried to make yourself as small as you could, folding up your own billowing fins as small as they could be before he came in and started gently grasping around the crevice for you.

“It’s ok, I promise it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you.” Nona tried to reassure you as his fingertips grazed your fin and you quickly dove to another corner of the crevice to get away from him, but your movement caused the little bit of light to glint of your golden head and the shimmering black of your body as you moved and Nona could hear your labored breathing as he felt the water move around as you moved and settled again before he found the back of the cave and stretched out his hands as wide as he could and began to go forward again before you dove for the other corner on the other side, this time your outline was shown against the light coming in from the mouth of the crevice and all Nona saw was gold from your head, down your hair before it flowed into a shimmering pitch black again before Nona realized that you were no bigger than he was, in fact you were a little smaller than him and the scent on the water told him you weren’t from this tank, from another but he couldn’t recognize the scent because a clutch had never come into this tank from yours before. You were a kid, obviously from another tank, you must have been dropped in by the fairy, having grabbed you from another tank and trying to grab a second from his own tank.

“My name is Nona, and I’m 22 cycles old and we’re in the odd’s tank. You’re ok, you’re safe, no one is going to hurt you, not in this tank. Ethel’s really good about if there are any bullies, she pulls them out and puts them in the bully tank. You are not in the bully tank so you’re safe. I promise you, you’re safe. No one is going to hurt you. I won’t hurt you and I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you either.” Nona tried to reassure you as he came forward again as he closed his eyes and focused on the sounds of your breathing and even he could feel your fast heart rate pulse in the small crevice’s water, this time his hands forming an open reaching motion before his hands settled on your face and jaw before he opened his eyes to see two gold ones blinking back at him rapidly as he could feel your fast heart rate stay fast before it eventually started to slow before he chanced a small swipe of his thumbs on the apples of your cheeks as he just stared in awed wonder at you before you finally broke down and flung yourself at him and pinned him down onto the floor of the crevice, clinging to him and crying.

“It was awful, I saw all these pretty moving lights, it was glowing and glittering like the jewels do only it was from on the outside and I swam up to the top of the tank and once I did I was yanked out of the water and my mother always told me to keep a weapon in my tail so I took it and I stabbed at it as much as I could and it dropped me and I hit another fairy and I lost my blade and I fell down and I could feel the other monster that was at the top begin to drown but I just dove down and tried to find the safest spot I could but I didn’t know what tank I’m in and I thought I was in one of the shark tanks and I thought if I left, I was gonna get eaten!” You wailed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and comforted you.

“Do you know what tank you’re from?” He asked.

“No, I just know that my parent’s names are Avarian and Miralia.” You shook your head no.

“Ok, well I’m sure when Ethel cames back for dinner, once she sees you, she’ll know which tank to return you too so you can be with your family.” Nona consoled you.

He had never felt another mergirl’s hair as soft as yours, it was like it was softer than anything he had ever felt before, or felt one who was so young to have hair so as long, it went to your tail and usually only the elder micro-mermaids had hair that long but they kept it in braids to keep it from being tangled. But you were also a bit heavier than most girls would be at your age and your fins were bigger than his! He was a delta guppy micro-merman himself, known for their massive and colorful tails but his own was dwarfed by yours.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked again.

“Chenera.” You sniffled.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Chenera, like I said, my name is Nona.” He repeated.

“Do you know how old you are?” He asked

“I think only 19 cycles, 20, counting today.”

“Ok, so you’re younger than me.” Nona realized.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You’re not hurt or anything?” He asked again.

“I am.” You finally admitted as you could already tell there was bruising all over you and scratches from that vicious fairy’s claws.

“Ok, well do you want to go to the healer or do you want the healer to come to you?” He asked.

“Can they come here? I don’t want to leave.” You admitted.

“Ok, well, stay here then, and I’ll go get them, I’ll be right back ok? Two flicks of a tail.” He reassured you before he gently eased you off of him before you curled in on yourself in the darkness and he got out and raced towards the eldest merperson in the tank, who was especially inept at healing magic.

“I found someone.” He said as he tugged on her arm as she sat and ate the head of the mackerel, the best part of the fish.

“Found who?” She asked.

“The fairy that drowned in our tank, trying to steal the little ones, it was carrying another from another tank, she got away and hid under the big cave where we keep the half clutches. She got really hurt. Her body is all puffy.

“If she’s a goldfish micro- her body should be a little puffy.” She argued.

“She’s not like any other goldfish micro. She’s something I’ve never seen or smelled before.” He insisted.

“She’s hurt, she’s scared, she’s younger than me by a few cycles, she’s in the wrong tank and thinks if she leaves, she’s gonna get eaten. It took a lot just for me to get her to talk to me. Her name is Chenera, and she doesn’t know what tank she’s from. All she knows is her parent’s names. She says she’s hurt, she needs you.” Nona pleaded desperately.

“Ok, ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.” She finally relented before Nona practically dragged her to the mouth of the crevice.

“She must be a young one to fit inside here.” The elder- Thya noted.

“Chenera, I have the healer here, but she can’t fit in there, can you just come to the mouth of the cave so she can see you?” Nona asked before he stuck his upper body inside.

“It’s ok, she’s not going to eat you.” Nona reassured you.

“Here, I wouldn’t introduce you to anyone dangerous. Take my hand, it’s going to be ok.” Nona encouraged as he reached his hand out to you before you tentatively took it and he gently guided you to the mouth before you stuck your head out, your long golden hair suddenly picking up the cross current and being taken away in that.

“Oh my gills.” Thya murmured in awe.

“Hey Chenera was it? Hi, I’m Thya, I’m the eldest mermaid here and the healer of the tank, can you show me what hurts?” She asked.

“My head, and my back and, my arms, and most of my tail, just, everything.” You answered as you looked from her to Nona, back to her worriedly.

“Nona, go get Abaria and Fonta, she’ll need a mother’s touch.” Thya urged Nona but your tightened your grip on his hand ,kept him from going.

“Here darling, take my hand, let him go get some more help, he’ll be right back ok?” Thya offered as she offered her own hand to you before Nona simply put his hand next to hers so it wouldn’t take much for you to let go of him and hold onto her before you hesitantly transferred your hand from Nona’s to hers before he quickly swam away again and came back with three mother looking figures, the two Thya suggested and his own.

“Oh you poor thing! Did that vicious fairy drop you into here?” Abaria asked as she came and sat closest to you as the other mothers crowded around you as you nodded.

“Well you’re in the best tank in the place, we’re all found family here. No one is going to hurt you here. It’s ok to come out. Or are you too hurt to come out?” They asked.

“Come here darling. It’s ok. I know you must miss your mom something awful, but until we get you sorted out, I’m adopting you and I can be your mom until you’re reunited with your other one ok?” Abaria offered before you looked from Abaria back to Nona.

“She’s one of the best moms in the tank besides my own. She’s mom to most of the kids in the tank and she takes care of everyone like she laid the eggs herself.” Nona reassured you before you hesitantly crawled out of the crevice as the others scooted back so that all of you could come out.

“My goodness, how did all of you fit in there?” Thya asked once you were out and your fins unfurled. You had bigger fins than the adults even.

“Like this.” You contracted all your fins until it was just your body and a thin folded fin was behind you.

“You’re a plump little thing aren’t you?” Fonta noted.

“Not any more than any of my siblings, we’re all shaped like this.” You defended, unfurling your fins to cover yourself- self consciously as you pouted under her scruitinging.

“Well that’s good, that means that you and your siblings are well cared for and are fed well. And with a head like yours but a body like yours, it’s hard to know what tank you’re from.” Abaria sighed with an apologetic smile as she pet your head, feeling your silky soft hair before the other kids came around to curiously look to see you, all of them of different ages, some as young as three cycles and some as old as 30, one of the oscar-micro-mermaids, who was 27 cycles, already seeing all he needed to see, you were, in his opinion, the prettiest girl in the tank, therefore, you were going to be his future mate as the other girls in the tank looked at you with both weary suspicion, jealousy and a bit of pity because you clearly didn’t belong in the tank and with as black as you were form the chest down, you stuck out like a sick fin, but with a head and hair like gold, it was still a beautiful combination.

“Who’s that?” They asked.

“The fairy that attacked us last night, took her from her home tank and dropped her in here while they were trying to steal you guys.” Thya answered them.

“She didn’t fall from the fairy that came into our tank, she fell from way higher, like another was carrying her from way higher, she hit the fairy, hit them into the water, bounced off of their back, hit the lid and made the lid close and drowned the fairy, she saved us.” The kids that had been involved offered.

“Oh my gils, is that what happened?” They asked you as you nodded yes as Thya used the glowing of her hands to highlight all your bruises and cuts so that most of body glowed blue from injuries before she went through and healed each one, and noticed that the black then took on a midnight blue appearance, which she had never seen before and puzzled everyone around you.

“Oh you poor baby, come here.” Abaria gathered you into her arms and comforted you, and held you to her chest and gently rocked you comfortingly once your upper body was healed while Thya worked on your tail.

But sadly, Ethel left to go to work before the others could grab her attention. You spent the rest of the day talking to Thya and Abaria about what your tank looked like and what the names of your siblings were as it was clear to them that you were one of the more ‘special’ tanks but because of your coloring, you didn’t look like any of the other tanks that they could see from there.

By night time, though, the automatic feeders fed all the inhabitants of all the tanks and then not long after, the lights shut off, signalling it was time for bed.

But when Ethel came home late, the movement of her and her using the flashlight in her phone to make her way to her bedroom, was too much like the fairy’s light as you quickly squirmed out of the sleep pile and dove for that crevice again, hiding away as she passed and went to bed herself but once again, you were scared of coming out.

Your squirming had caused Nona to wake up again since he was nestled close to you, his hand in yours as his own instincts told him to stay put on the bottom of the tank until the light passed by but when he looked over to see where you had been sleeping with Abaria, her mate and their brood, you were gone but he had a feeling he’d know where to find you.

But the thought of sleeping on the gravel instead of the soft sand just hurt him to think about, so he swam around and collected bits of moss and leaves so he would cover the inside of that crevice so you would have a comfortable place to sleep for the night at least.

“Chenera,” Nona whispered when he came closer.

“Nona?” You asked as your head peeked out and saw him.

“A cave under a cave surrounded by gravel is no place to spend the night. Here, all this should make it a little more comfortable at least.” He offered what he had collected before you smiled gratefully at him, your white pearly teeth and golden head a sharp and beautiful contrast to the darkness before he passed each thing to you before you had Nona come in and help you to move even more of the gravel out of the way and dig down so that there was a deeper and more comfortable depression inside before Nona and you set the leaves down first and used the moss to make something of pillow before you laid down and refused to let go of Nona’s hand.

“Can you please stay here with me?” You asked, your big golden eyes too much for him to resist, even at his relatively young age before he laid down beside you, keeping himself between the mouth of the crevice and you as you cuddled into his chest, your fins wrapping around him as his’ tried to wrap around you in turn as he used his arm as your pillow as your hair was almost like a blanket for both of you as your colors changed again, a dark emerald, shimmering green now with black and gold as you settled down before he soon felt you relax completely and fall asleep before he did the same.

[keeloves]

Shows villainizing women of color

I have noticed a trend with shows is when there is a white female protagonist their rival is normally a woman of color, not always but it feels that way most of the time. To me this sends the message that white women are superior to non white or black women.  It seems to be a continuous trend. For example, in Hannah Montana, Miley Stewart is the main protagonist and her best friends is Lily a beautiful blond white girl. They are both conventionally attractive white girls but their adversaries or more so rivals are two women of color a black girl and an Asian girl. Both are mean and superficial and they are simply put their to be rivals. All though to be fair Amber is a talented singer and has a great voice but she is still put in the role of being the “Mean girl”. Then you have Mal from Descendants, probably the most privlidged character through out the whole Descendants Franchise she can get away with things that other characters would be yelled at for and her two rivals/adversaries are women of color Audrey and Uma. Audrey is once again not the nicest or the greatest character but, she was put under a lot of pressure to become the queen, yet here comes Mal, who drugs her boyfriend, who then ends up dumping her in front of the whole school and was even shamed by her own grandma and Mal doesn’t even give a good apology. Uma, wanted off the isle and also wanted better and she drugged Ben but she gets backlash for it unlike Mal did. Not saying Uma drugging Ben was right but it’s the double standard that bothers me. Then you have Twilight Bella Swan who is portrayed as innocent with a slight wild side but one of her enemies/rival/adversary is Leah a Native American woman. A link to more of the problems in Twilight. https://averywrites.wixsite.com/avery/post/anti-native-racism-and-misogyny-in-twilightAnti-native racism and Misogyny in Twilight

However in black shows the light skinned woman is the protagonist and the dark skin unambiguous woman who is equally as beautiful is portrayed as the aggressive bully. For example That’s So Raven, Raven is a light skinned woman, portrayed as beautiful desirable and talented. One of her school bullies is named Loca, a dark skinned girl who is the nicest of the bullies, but she is the muscle of the group, she is loud, act super masculine and isn’t super feminine in her behavior which is a big stereotype for dark skinned black women. Penny Proud light skinned and her best friend super loud ratchet overweight darkskin girl which is another stereotype. Then you have The Vampire Diaries where all the black girls that Bonnie interacted with that were not related to her were dark skin  or darker skin girls who came across as bitter and are painted in a bad light. Pretty Little Liars there is only one main protagonist of color. Most of the characters of color were either killed off or ended up in the mental hospital. This trope of villianizing women of color or dark skin black girls is so annoying and just racist. 

[vill-writes-blog]

how to deal with lack of academic motivation

Some quick tips from a girl who has been through it all.

Feeling Empty/Uncaring

First, think about why you’re feeling this way. Do you really not care at all about your grades? Will you honestly be fine failing high school, or is there something else in your life going on that’s causing you to be distracted/lose sight of your goals?

Common reasons for feeling empty at school

Moving to a new school

Major family dynamic shifts (aka divorce, loss, big arguments)

Technology addiction (I sound like my mom lol, but more on this later)

Bad physical health. Includes excersise, diet, sleeping patterns, etc.

Mental health disorders affecting daily life (a friend of mine was failing all of her classes, saw a therapist, and got diagnosed with ADHD. Being on medication has since helped her have more empathy for her studies).

Lack of organization or structure to daily life

Lack of self-confidence

Ways to feel more empathetic and to care more about simple “inconviniences” like homework or school projects.

Keep a planner - having a schedule will allow you to keep up with assignments. Also, if you’re like me, you’ll get excited about keeping a neat, pretty journal. 

Surround yourself with school supplies that make you excited to use. Aka, nice notebooks, color coded flash card sets, fancy pens. It’s not necessary, but these little things can make you feel more compelled to work.

Get some ‘real talk.’ My mom always makes sure to tell me when I’m slipping back into my isolationist phases, so you should open your mind to advice and critisism from others. You don’t have to agree, just listen.

Drink water, brush your teeth twice a day, start braiding your hair and washing your face at night... Self care boosts confidence, and taking care of yourself physically can transfer into your mental health. More importantly, having routines like these will set good habits and keep you healthy. No one can pay attention in school with three hours of sleep while eating junk food three times a day.

CUT DOWN YOUR NETFLIX TIME. As much as millenials and gen-y Tumblr users kind of hate being told this, anything in excess is BAD, and that includes technology use. Netflix binging is super fun for weekends, but on weeknights, it encourages procrastination, and the end result is that you put aside homework in favor of empty brain hours, and you give up hours to study/do work. Instead of coming home and watching TV, try sitting down with your technology in another room and doing your work. After your homework is finished, then let yourself have recreation time. The importance of creating a habit of activity instead of procrastination is the most important step in getting your game back! And, long-term, those extra two hours of studying will be much more profitable to you than watching a couple episodes of Love Island.

Self-confidence. Good students have it. In order to care about your classes, you have to care about yourself enough to do what’s best for your future.

(I know that college isn’t on everyone’s life plan, but being educated and showing the initiative to learn is an attractive human quality, and I believe that since we are privlidged enough to have access to education, we should seize that opportunity.)

Big Takeaways

Cut down on technology (at least until after you’ve completed all the work you need to do). It will help lessen your urge to procrastinate.

Eat, drink, and sleep healthily.

Work out your personal life, and analyze how it may affect your academic life.

Set routines so that working no longer becomes a chore and instead is more of a habit.

[sys-aurastella]

Ew..Ew..Eeeeew, I don’t like this Super 17.  I heard 17 appears in GT but I didn’t want it like this. I’m not a fan of this redesign.

Also, Gero, I’m pretty sure you were murdered and Goku foiled your plans. Not exactly all of earth casting you out. And how the hell do you and Dr.Mu  have your bodies in hell? You weren’t in any kinda punishment. I thought it was a privlidge or something to have your corporeal form in the afterlife. 

[ragnarssons]

I'm still not sure Bellamy will be in a serious relationship when they come back. That would be a repetitive and lazy plot device. The thing is I'm realizing how heteronormative the fandom is. People see blecho a posibility because he's a man and she's a woman. Like... I've seen people saying it will happen because he extended his hand to get her off the floor. Omg! I'm already looking for a headdress for their wedding lmao. Maybe writers go with that but it's just sad to see how people think.

Yeah I agree. I do think there are a lot of interesting things to use between Bellamy and Echo outside of romance. Tbh I hope for Tasya’s sake that she isn’t just becoming a series regular to further the “dude”’s storyline as an intrusion to the BC relationship that everyone would hate… that would suck. Actually, there are tons of interesting things to explore in Echo other than romance. Idk, it’s obvious with the last episode (and it’s been for a whiiiiiile) that any story Bellamy would be invested in wouldn’t be for anything else but plot drama and pushing Bellarke to later- as if they needed that lol. And yes it’s lazy, and many many shows use that method; as I said, I actually DON’T think The 100 did that so far? All of Clarke’s love stories were there to further her character, help her understand herself better and explore what is survival where she is and how her heart “works”. Clarke was privlidged her whole life, and well… her love stories made her experience some stuff she’s never experienced before. Also her stories with Finn and Lxa were both very intimately tied with the person she was trying to be at the time. Same goes for N even tho on the moment I was pissed to see her go cuddle while Bellamy is chained up and screaming for his sister on ep11, tons of people pointed out the “exploring” purpose of the scene, Clarke giving her thoughts to a “neutral” person, and the way N’s character is “bent” to suit a purpose that isn’t necessarly logic regarding her character: same as… how and when did she forgive the Sky People for killing her father? It was never explored on the show, but as soon as the writers needed someone (not new, so that it wouldn’t be a “real threat” a bond that was already established last season: N was also a way for Clarke to deal with her feelings, WITHOUT pushing away the couple that was set up on s3 - CL) to be there for Clarke’s journey, they used N even tho it wouldn’t make sense (and that’s actually pretty obvious with Jessica Harmon’s interview for Hypable, where she has to find “reasons” behind her character while… well it’s just the writing that is unlogical). So coming back to Bellamy and Echo, while the relationships have a “building up” purpose (even Gina had a “plot” purpose since she died and that let to Bellamy joining Pike and being really angry at Clarke, that being their “breaking point” on ep5), it’s hard to tell whether or not they would do it. It wouldn’t make sense of them to build something during a time jump, since love stories are that inherent to the plot/the characters’ journeys. As for the fans, yes, it was basic heteronormativity tbh, he’s a guy, she’s a girl, and nobody sought further. He basically looked at her on ep13 and that’s it Blecho is canon, while BC after all they’ve been through, they are “plaTONic” lol, antis/fandom logic I guess. I do think that Echo is interesting, and I do know that if they build this relationship during the time jump, it would just be for stupid reasons, and that is what is making me “anti” Blecho. Because hey; if we have to say “but Echo almost killed Octavia!” well, Clarke let Octavia to die *shrugs* BUT since to me it’s so OBVIOUS that Bellarke is the center of the story and would become Bellamy’s “center” as soon as they get back together on earth, then it feels really uneccesary. They shouldn’t waste their time with that. Maybe they’ll add something to “build” Bellamy’s character along with it, idk, it seems really unecessary right now. But to me, any relationships that they’ve been in, has NEVER taken away any of the “unique” aspect of Bellarke, so I’m not worried *shrugs* The fandom is annoying tho, already picturing some Dawson Creek storyline for Bellamy having kids with Echo, like LOL ppl, what show are you watching??

[what-stheskinny]

I was raised in high morals from the earliest age. Maybe as I’m pretty much quite young and my insides are conflicting over stuff. It would explain the dream. Looking and switching between the character and like a screen. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Every time I do WHAT my brain tells me, it’ll lead me to actually to get to doing what it’s asked. Then, when I get to it, it just basically wipes my memory and does

• my brain created this person in my head to talk to me (I’m stupid, and it’s mainly when I’m high)

• we were talking about what I value in life. How I have a weird thing about my intelligence.

• then I saw these pigeons. They were lined up to the music.

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OMFG WHEN I’M HIGH I GO THROUGH THESE REALLY TOUGH PATCHES. SHE ASKS ME LOADS OF QUESTIONS ALL AT ONCE. PEOPLE SIT IN MY HEAD AND ASK QUESTIONS. INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS. HARD QUESTIONS. TRICKS UP AND TRIP UPS. BUT!!!!! I HAVE TO ANSWEF THEN (my brain dies this on the daily but not as quickly and sometimes not as noticable as it tries to be invisible) CORRECTLY TO GAIN PRIVLIDGES AND EASIER TASKS. SOMETIMES I FIGHT SO I CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE OTHERS ARE SAYING. SOMETIMES I FIGHT TO HAVE HELP ON THINGS AND I FIGHT TO HAVE MY SHORT TERM MEMORY and LONG-TERM MEMORY. BUT!!!! SOMETIMES I FIGHT TO HSVE EMOTIONS AND TO GET RID OF THEM. BARGIN FOR DIFFERENT PUNISHMENTS (mental health decline of cognitive functions, memories of the day, pieces on my stuff/keys/card/random things, just important to me at that time, or in general short-period of time. E.g a few days, weeks, sometimes months or up to one and a half-years. Sometimes I struggles to acknowledge/remember/want to think about taking the advice of and of certain things. Sometimes I had to do this thing where I swapped a person sitting in my head for monsters to drift in the rooms and have them bend round corners more often and shit.

I was trying to remember the name of this fountain I saw yesterday on Instagram. And also this church in Germany I found earlier today.

I just have a lot of negative thoughts of myself and when I degrade myself to people in the hallucinations to get out of situations (sad and pathetic, which is why I have to bargin for this too. Other options as to what I can do without my brain overanalysing it or creating too many barriers to get there.

Just became VERY aware of the fact that people may already know this. I have hydrated eyes.

I think it’s because it told me many times that I was too weak to understand how weak and bad I had gotten. It said it was trying to give me pieces but I just hadn’t picked up on exactly everything that was happening and for what reasons.

If my memory was good (like it is RIGHT NOW I WOULD be able to solve everything out. It’s been an hour and I’ve accomplished so much! This happens every time in some form or another. Usually little bursts and everything just relaxes me entirely)

People watch me (in my head) when I’m high because I’m more myself and it wants to keep an eye that I don’t remember HOW to be or to ‘switch?’ To me. With memory and a functioning brain. Ability to learn and retain. To examine and function. To read and write. To look into the sea and see extraordinary and pulchtritudinous possibilities (still a hard work in progress as so much was lost, especially vocabulary and speech ~everything to do with it~

Sometimes my intrusive thoughts are something I want to do or say?

I have to fight to see my face. My actual, human, mirror image face. It replaces it or it turns it into someone else’s. Or it morphs it into some ridiculous mix. Trying to see the last picture. It’s got fucking moe from the Simpsons in

I’m just remembering BAD things people have said about me when it’s the people I’m talking to. They DID say more than that. My brain dissociating completely is a way to buy time where I would’ve noticed if I COULD��VE had these conversations. That’s why I get the intrusive thoughts, the angry shouting from her, complications; for the winnings. That’s why I’m remembering her say it because I HATE her telling things are symptoms. I HATE it.

I have to make the images the BEST images I can when I DO get the ability to imagine myself and sometimes (I have to fight for this through various things such as: figure out WHERE it hid my things. WHY? Such as: I lost your card because you were going to go to your Nans and I don’t want to go. I hid it in the pockets of your shorts because I wanted you to know it was me and that you did everything you could and it didn’t matter. Because the shorts were a symbol of the time I got a shit tattoo by accident - ) when I don’t have enough or she’s not happy with it I have to have so that the character face for me she created that I’m mildly happy with. This is also whilst I create a beautiful background. I’m cold. I’m wearing one shirt and no bra. Crop-top.

Means to beat ALL of this there’s another thing I need to do. I NEED to break what it throws. To tell it no more often and SUFFER the consequences, not matter how hard they are. No matter WHAT they cost. THAT’S the whole lessons. THAT’S what they ALL. ALL. ALL THE LESSONS. THAT’S WHAT THEY LEAD TO. It’s all I’m asking for as well. I’m constantly begging my mind. Begging my mind to give me what I need to figure out. That’s why I’m so weak and needy. Because THAT’S ACTUALLY HOW I GET THINGS FROM MYSELF? I AM EVERYTHING I CARE ABOUT. I’m learning to talk to people by learning from myself. Which is WHY I’m doing so badly.

I still feel stuck though. I don’t know HOW to get past this.

I’m scared...