#its so weird like. it feels like i'm playing as >my mom< sometimes

[maifazcomics]

2 - The High Priestess - Saga Anderson

(Description: Saga Anderson kneeling, protecting a female deer and its child from wolves with a flashlight.)

Don't let this story fool you, Saga! Trust your instincts! Your daughter is alive!

(Happy women's day with my favorite Remedy woman!)

[non-binary-lil-star]

No I will NOT shut up about the idea of early days/ early JLA Batman being a little older and having already adopted all his kids and the JLA finding out about it

Anyway wouldn't it be so funny if they met the kids and thought "Wow these kids are so cute and well mannered! I wonder why they aren't more like their dad" only to find out the children are more of a menace than Bruce and he's the one actually keeping them from going rogue

Dick, 15, all easy chatter and smiles, unlike Bruce who's brooming in a corner: ...and then Wally tripped and feel on his face! Hahaha

Barry: You know, kid, i thought you'd be more like your dad, mister dark and mysterious over there

Hal: Maybe the kids take after their mom? Haha

Clark: I wouldnt-

Dick: Oh, no, most of us are adopted. So sometimes us and B do disagree. For example, he wouldnt let me kill my parents murderer when I was 8

Barry: Haha yeah- wait what

Hal: you were hOW oLd??

Dick: I did kill the joker later though, even if B brought him back, i think that's a win :)

Clark:

Clark: I told you his kids were weird

--

Jason, in a corner, reading a book:

Jo'hn: Jane Austen? I've heard of her books. Very famous human author, indeed.

Oliver: The Bats kid is reading Austen?

Jason: Do you have a problem?

Oliver: No, no, just thought you'd be more of an Agatha Christie family...

Jason: We are living Agatha Christie, old man

Oliver: Right, right, family of detectives and whatnot...

Jason: I never said we were the detectives in the book

Oliver:

Jo'hn who read this 10 year olds thoughts and knows he's fucking with Oliver: ...

---

Tim, playing with legos: Vroom vroom, spaceship landing vrruuuuummm

Dinah: Owwww you're so cute! You made a Lego spaceship? Where is it going?

Tim: Its going to Metropolis!

Dinah: Metropolis, huh? Do you like superman maybe?

Tim: Yeah!! Also, my bestest friend lives there!!

Dinah: Thats adorable, are you going to visit him with your spaceship?

Tim: I am!! And the spaceship has bombs so we can end all the people who don't like him

Dinah: Oh that's so c- Wait, people who don't like him?

Tim: Some people in Metropolis are mean to Kon :c So I'm gonna trick them thinking I'm a nice astronaut and then explode them! :D

Dinah:

-

Diana: You have the stance of a warrior, just like your father

Cass:

Ted: She... Does look a lot like him

Cass:

Diana: They all do.

Ted: So... What's up kiddo?

Diana:

Cass:

Cass: the blood of the innocent stains my hands and i will forever pay for the crimes I was made to commit

Cass: * vanishes into the shadows *

Diana, nodding: A true good soul. She guilts herself with sins that are not her own, but committed against her as they were to others. I hope she finds peace

Ted:

Michael:

Michael: Isn't she like... 11??

Skeets: That is correct

Ted:

Ted: batman your kids are trAUMATIZED-

--

Clark: Batman asked me to find his youngest, Damian, do you know where he is? He said the kid was napping in the common room but I couldn't find him

Barry: Oh yeah, he woke up and Arthur picked him up to give him to the Bat he should be-

Arthur, running into the room: HE STABBED ME

Clark:

Arthur: THE KID FUCKING STABBED ME

Clark: language he's 2

Barry: He's 2?? Aquaman, you're kidding right??

Arthur: NO IM NOT KIDDING

Arthur: I PICKED HIM UP AND HE HAD A KNIFE

Arthur: THE KID. STABBED. ME.

Baby Damian holding a tiny knife: baba >:(

[norris55s]

the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc/arthur leclerc love triangle

warnings: intoxicated (but consensual) kissing

a/n: trying out a written piece/smau/texts weird hybrid but it was all i could come up with to get this idea across! i hope you all like it <3 (there will be a part 2)

also this was requested!! i'm so sorry anon i lost the ask but i hope u see it and like it anyways

Day 1

France is a place that isn’t easy to forget, but having lived there your whole life made it seem ordinary. The country that saw me grow up, and that I was glad to call home, failed to impress me every day because I was used to it. The beautiful architecture, history, and tourist attractions weren’t as beautiful to me anymore; it was my day-to-day life.

That wasn’t true for the beach house in Nice. It wasn’t mine, or my family’s, but that place never failed to impress me, even if it was my day-to-day life every summer. The Leclerc summer home was my favorite place on Earth. From its blue and white facade, the soft beige interiors, the pool and beach view, the big dining room, and the incredible company, there’s no place I’d rather be in right now.

“Y/N L/N, you have arrived!” Charles Leclerc, the ultimate reason for this place’s beauty, yelled out to me.

“Charles Leclerc, I have arrived!” I replied blushing, and opening my arms into an embrace. As every time I hugged him, my body relaxed and tensed somehow at the same time, safe and nervous, loved and not loved back. But aren’t all childhood crushes like that?

“I’ve also arrived, pote. If you even care,” my wonderfully annoying older brother, Alexandre, interjected. Charles let me go to greet my brother, and I turned to find the youngest Leclerc, Arthur, on his way to hug me hello.

“Hi, chérie,” he said with a smile on his face, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Hi, Arthur. Up to no good once again?”

“I’m always up to all good!”

Pascale Leclerc, the boys’ mother, greeted me with cheeks kisses and pinches. Everyone then swarmed my mom, Alice. Sometimes I think my friends love her more than they love me, but that was deserved.

As every year before, everyone finally felt at home. And as every year before, the inaugural pool party started.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of joining me at the pool?” Charles exaggeratedly held out his hand, as if we were Royals in a ball. Antics that I was happy to oblige with. Too happy for my dignity to recover. 

As we made our way inside, and swam a couple laps playing around on who is faster, we wound up floating peacefully on a corner with the sun beginning to set. 

“I missed you,” Charles said out of nowhere, making my heart do a somersault. 

“I miss you too,” I managed to reply, feeling the blush on my cheeks. 

“I want to hear from you more often. I know I’m busy with racing, but I always can make time for you Y/N.”

The thing about unrequited love is any show of affection feels like a marriage proposal. But of course I could not deny his request. He was, above all else, one of my best friends and one that I needed to be there for. 

Hervé Leclerc passed away the year before, a couple months after the summer vacation. We didn’t know it would be the last time we spent with him, and I was worried about what this year’s vacation would be like with the boys’ father missing. 

“I’m always here for you,” I vowed and he gave me a quick, chaste kiss on my forehead. To make sure I wouldn’t forget my promise. 

As I looked at Charles’ glistening face against the darkening sun, I realized we would be okay. 

y/ninstagram added to her stories

charles_leclerc added to his stories

Day 2

“Chérie,” was the first voice I heard as I woke up, with Arthur knocking on my door for show and letting himself in.

“Too early,” I whined back and hid under the covers, to have them ripped from me by the guy in my room.

“It’s time for the sunrise beach walk,” he replied and I knew he was right, so I let myself be dragged outside the house. I couldn’t say no, since the sunrise walk at least once during the vacation is also a tradition between Arthur and I.

It was also worth it; we silently agreed for that to be time to catch up, be honest, and be vulnerable ever since we began taking the walks. This one would be particularly hard too.

“I really, really miss my dad,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to walk side by side.

I didn’t know how to handle Hervé’s death with the boys. 

Enzo was older than me, even beyond his years, and there was nothing I could say that would be wiser, or better than what he had to say.

Arthur was quiet and reasonable, way more accepting of inevitables than me, more useful to himself than me.

Charles was passionate but closed, a master at compartmentalization, never letting me in even if I’d like to.

But Arthur, ever my closest friend, still needed my support.

“I know you do,” I replied softly and squeezed his hand. “It’s only normal, and I’m sorry you’ve been dealt these cards.”

Grief is a strange thing, but on the beach I hoped I let Arthur know that I would always be by his side, and that the sun will always rise again for him. With his steady breathing while leaning on me as we sat on the sand, I knew he understood.

arthur_leclerc added to his stories

y/ninstagram added to her stories

Day 3

y/ninstagram added to her stories

ameliedeveraux20 added to her stories

This was the third year Arthur and I were invited to parties that Alexandre and Charles went to. The promotion from little siblings to cool siblings opened up a new world in Nice. Especially one where I could ignore my schoolgirl crush on Charles through alcohol.

So I happily got ready, into a pink summer dress and into the car that would drive us all to an even bigger house filled with a bunch of privileged European kids ready to drink the night away.

The first drink came from Antoine, who sadly had a beautiful girl around his arms that indicated he wouldn’t be a good distraction. The second one came from Amelie, my Nice girlfriend, who was happy as ever to see me and catch up with me before she also found an arm candy and promptly left. The third one was on me, as I was forced to stare at Charles making out with a girl I learned was named Charlotte.

After that, I stopped counting and kept drinking, joining the dance floor to enjoy the numb feeling in my face, the new found careless attitude, and the music blasting in my ears.

Before I could process it, Arthur was in front of me, the blush on his face indicating he was also intoxicated. What started as a normal jumping around like one does at a party, progressed to a point where his hands were on my waist and my hands were on his neck.

I couldn’t even recognize the song anymore, too entranced on the way his eyes were on mine. There were no words, as was usual between him and I. We just knew.

I wouldn’t take the first step, but he would. Arthur’s lips met mine in a strong, messy kiss. I didn’t pull away. I did want it. And it wasn’t scary.

When we stopped to take a breath, I realized I wanted to kiss him again. As I was leaning in, taking the initiative myself now, another force pulled me away.

I walked by inertia, trying not to fall down in following who was leading me away from the crowd. When I looked up, I recognized it to be Charles.

I couldn’t breathe from the adrenaline of the kiss I just shared, but also from the touch of Charles’ hand on mine, even if it was to take me out of the party.

My reaction was all too slow, finally starting to protest.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” I defensively said, snatching my hand away from his. The butterflies didn’t leave anyways.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home,” Charles coldly replied and held my hand again on his way to the car.

“Why would I want to go home? I’m having fun,” I continued to protest and he continued to pay me no mind.

As he put me inside the vehicle, despite my clumsy attempts to fight it, and slammed the door, I continued to think about what this could possibly be about. Where was Charlotte? Where was Arthur? What was happening?

My head spun and he got in the driver’s seat, turning the ignition on.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t kiss people when you’re drunk.”

“That makes no sense.”

“You don’t kiss people you haven’t kissed sober.”

“Its Arthur!”

“Exactly!”

The back and forth continued all the way to the house, my thoughts sobering up with every passing moment.

“If you don’t want me to be with your brother because you don’t think I’m good enough, that’s really not your choice,” I told him decisively, crossing my arms and pouting like a child throwing a tantrum.

That was the only explanation for what Charles just did. He didn’t think a Leclerc should be with someone like me, and was doing everything he could to prevent it.

When he started laughing, I wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“What’s so funny?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I just made the biggest scene out of jealousy, and you’re saying I don’t think you’re good enough.”

Time froze and my mouth went dry. The confession made its way through my entire bloodstream, replacing the alcohol effects with pure shock. My head was spinning for entirely different reasons, and my brain couldn’t bring the words out. What would I even say?

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and Charles put his face on his hands in frustration, before leaving the car. I still could only think what is happening?

[onbearfeet]

Sometimes, you have to start a new quilt.

I started a project, years ago, to make a throw quilt for each season of the year. I wanted to be able to drape the quilt over a living-room quilt rack or maybe the couch and change it every three months. Voilá. Decor.

I wanted this for a lot of reasons, starting with the fact that lying under a quilt and reading is one of my greatest pleasures in life, but also including the fact that I have synesthesia. My brain tends to jumble up time, space, numbers, and colors. For example, the number two is dark bottle green to me, and history unfolds on a literal map in my brain. I could give you turn-by-turn directions to the French Revolution. It's weird in here.

One of the ways my synesthesia manifests is that months have color palettes. Some of them are what you'd expect--February, for example, is red and pink. Some are unique to me, like October, which is metallic gold and dark charcoal gray, like charred edges on a Klimt painting. I like to play with those colors during their months, usually in things like my nail polish colors. Thus, my quilt project would use my monthly palettes to create quilts that would keep my synesthesia brain happy.

This is my original summer quilt. It's called Victory Garden. (The quilts have titles. They're art. Shaddup.)

I used to love this quilt. I read under it. I spread it over my bed. It made my brain happy because July, to it, is these colors. I haven't thought of myself as especially patriotic since I left the cult, but my brain likes the colors it likes, and I mashed up two different fabric collections to make sure I got my color palette without having to include military insignias or quotes from slaveholders or anything like that. Mostly I wanted florals. Hence the title.

But after the election, looking at the quilt didn't make me happy anymore. It made me feel ill. I shoved it into a closet where I wouldn't have to see it and got on with staying alive.

Recently, my mom asked to borrow Victory Garden so she could refer to its pattern for a quilt we're making together. I think I'll "forget" it in her sewing room for a while. It still brings her joy, and it deserves to be loved even if I'm currently not capable.

But that means I'm out 25% of my seasonal quilts. That doesn't feel great, either. That's a lot of work, gone.

I got to thinking about summer, about the things I like about it. I decided that if I couldn't make a good summer quilt out of the June or August palettes (they're not very quilt-friendly), I'd try to find another inspiration. And on a whim, I started searching the names of summer fruits on a quilting website and found a collection called Blueberry Delight. Just looking at it made me remember making blueberry cobbler with my grandmother as a child, eating it hot with ice cream on top.

So tonight, I started putting squares together. This is the new palette of summer, assembled in the heart of winter. Blueberry Delight.

It'll take a while to put it together. Making something good to replace something bad always takes more time than you expect. It's work I didn't want to do, shouldn't have to do just because a bunch of fascist shitheads made a mess. But it'll get done eventually. I'll have something better someday.

And isn't the new thing beautiful?

[stories4eve]

"I think Im really cool though, you know? Like my dad's the herald of Change and my mom is THE QUEEN OF THE GOLDEN CHEESE KINGDOM!! So of course I would be cool, but sometimes I don't feel as cool so its normal to feel upset all the time if you have nothing to be cool about." Saffron rants, earlier this morning-- his new friend, Strawberry Pudding, confided with him in some odd feeling of discomfort in her life. Like something was not quite right at all.

"Maybe you feel like a loser because you're a big idiot." Strawberry Pudding answers, her face looking a bit smug-- she had always been blunt and honest, saying what's on her mind almost all the time. Alot of the Hollyberian staff tells her she picked up that part of her persona from her father, and she takes pride in that. Maybe it helps her picture herself as her dad, maybe it helps her think shes atleast somewhat masculine.

"..." Saffron pauses and frowns a little, a genuinely upset look in his eyes. "Thats mean." He pouted.

"- Wait, no don't look at me like that! I'm sorry, you're not.. that stupid! You can be cool!" Strawberry Pudding hurriedly folds at the sight of those big puppy eyes. She has a horrible weak spot to them.

"Really?!" Saffron perked up, his smile wide.

"I mean-- I guess." She answered with an awkard, almost shy smile. "Your the only one who listens to me and plays with me so."

"So I'm special?!"

"You didn't know that before, dum dum? Of course you are! You're the prince of the Golden Cheese king--"

"No, not that kind of special. Like-- the friend kind of special to you. I don't.. care about being the prince, not when I don't have friends who view me like I dunno, a friend?"

".. You make a good normal cookie friend." Strawberry Pudding answers with a giggle, "If that counts."

"It does! Because your my best normal cookie friend!" Saffron giggled back, his eyes bright with alot of happiness.

Strawberry Pudding finds herself smiling at that longer than she should, he was the first to accept the weird discomfort she had within her life. The only one who took time to understand her, so of course she would only return the favour.

A shame how this paradise will only last a week.

Its something she reminds herself, to refrain from getting too attached to this temporary remedy to her inner turmoil.

But its hard to when he smiles like that.

[82mitsu]

{18Trip} The Homescreen Voice Lines Vault

Collection of all the voice lines I have translated on my Twitter account. Uploading it on here for archival purposes.

Note: A lot of them were made to fit the Twitter character limit, sometimes they're a bit freestyled.

Mostly Raito oriented, with some others thrown in the mix.

Chihiro: Raiting, you spend a lot of time watching vids, don'tcha~ What channels got you hooked?

Raito: Let me see, channels all about information over ramen and the occult stuff like Muu☆Tan's are vital to me.

Raito: Kuguri, you can do what you want but, have you considered to stop sleeping naked from time to time? No doubt you'll catch a cold.

Kuguri: I'd prefer for you to leave me be. A certain Someone who can't properly wake up in the morning has no right to police others on how they sleep.

Raito: According to this scripture of taboos that I procured on my own, it appears that Pandora's Box will open up again soon. The theory of hope remaining at the bottom is plausible but, let's just wait and see...

Akuta: Uugh... I can't... I can't go on like this anymore.... Raito-san, please do the usual thing again tonight!!

Raito: A hopeless guy, aren't you... Got it, I'll take care of you. I will... feed you the best late night ramen that there is.

Netaro: Raito~! Trouble's afoot! There's hearsay of a unfamiliar flickering luminant body appearing behind the dormitory~!

Raito: What!? An unidentified flying object, in other words!? We must unravel its true identity! Let's go right away, Netaro!

Kuguri: Sometimes Nanaki looks at me cutely and pleads for advice on composing music. Well, my involvement is limited to hearing him out and giving a nudge, however.

Kuguri: I don't disagree with your way of living, Ten... It smells sweet, exclusively so. How about we go on a drive together again sometime.

Ten: Aha, it's an honor to get invited by someone like Kuguri-san~ I don't mind the kinda relations where you stay outta each others affairs either.

Chihiro: Geez~! Taotao, you play Anigun way too much! Didn't you like promise you'd go shopping with Chii today! And here I sat looking forward to it~!

Tao: Sorry. To think there'd be an event out of nowhere... I'll buy you some pudding as apology. So let's go shopping. Okay?

Akuta: Like, during flower viewing... adults do /that/, right... Y'know... the thing... s- s- s- strip rock paper scissors....!

"yakyuuken" is a Japanese game on based rock paper scissors, where the loser ends up stripping.

Akuta: Ten-san, I heard you talking to a woman on the phone earlier, but is she for real... wrapped around your finger!? Like both hands all over a beaut and...!

Ten: Aha, the hell man. Don't slander me. She's just a plain ol' friend. Maybe you're still too young for this though~?

Akuta: That freakin' Kiroku, he put a kinda bracelet that girls would wear in his desk. Ah, wonder if he's like also doing the do with her...

Ushio: Oi Stupidtake, record what I make all you want but don't snatch food while i'm not looking. You itching to get banned or something?

Akuta: Geh... got caught, huh... I regret my actions! Please spare me from being exiled! Oh great god from heavens above Ushio-samaaa~!

Nanaki: Kugunii, come over whenever you feel like it again. I'm sure Dad, Mom and Big Bro all are eager to see you.

Kuguri: Perhaps so. ...I'll go if the mood strikes me.

Nanaki: Spring is the season of encounters, huh... I already have crossed paths with my G.O.A.T though.

GOAT: Gen Z slang, means "Greatest Of All Time".

Ushio: Listen Murakumo-san, I know you're fooling around, but can you please refrain from putting any weird ideas into the younger guys' heads?

Ten: Oh-hoh~ look at you sounding all cool there. Dunno what you mean with "weird ideas" though.

Ushio: ....I curse the freaking guy who dared to use my shampoo without permission to go bald from losing 10 hairs every second...!

Ryui: Toi, your hair's sticking out. Here, sit still. I'll fix it to make it pretty.

Toi: Wah... Thank you dearest Big Bro. My beloved Big Bro really is the coolest in the whole wide world... My heart's skipping a beat...

Toi: A mature seductiveness like Yodaka-san's... How can i end up having that too? I'm jealous, you see.

Yodaka: Fufu, but Toi. Don't you have your own kind of charm that I lack. I admit I'm also envious on that front.

[reason-with-the-underdog]

what if alhaitham & faranak get along?

like, really really well!

they vibe & faranak thinks alhaitham is absolutely wonderful, which is great for kaveh!

.... except, well. it also makes him feel weird bc she's warmer to alhaitham (& still kinda stiff around kaveh)

i am always on my "awkward fraught family relationships where they love each other* but also dont know how to talk to each other" soapbox

wherein kaveh & faranak love each other in that they would probably drop everything and rush to help if ever asked but they will never ask (self fulfilling prophecy)

faranak thinking she's doing a great job showing that she supports her son & his choice in partner ->

kaveh feeling increasingly alienated and pulls back slightly ->

faranak recognises the tension and becomes even more polite (and distant) in response to avoid offending kaveh more ->

faranak being even warmer to alhaitham bc she can be welcoming that way ->

ooh yeah that's a bad cycle!!

i genuinely think kaveh & faranak also just don't know each other that well, despite their family ties, but neither of them can admit that out loud bc it would harm their self-perceptions/egos to say that they've failed at playing happy family

so uh, where do they go from there?

faranak seems prone to anxiety so imagine:

faranak: i want to say i support my son's relationship but what if he says i dont have the right to judge him bc i haven't been in his life in years…

kaveh: as long as my mom's fine, i can keep it together until i go home. no problem

and faranak doesnt invite kaveh out anymore tho bc kaveh already declined twice (due to genuine excuses/conflicts but still, she got the memo)

so she just sends alhaitham an invite to meet up & hopes kaveh shows up (this sentiment is not mentioned in the invite at all)

alhaitham decides its time to interfere when he comes back to their accommodations to kaveh staring at himself in the bathroom mirror reminding himself how much he HATED doing root touch-ups or else having to grow out his roots the last time he dyed his hair……

(yes i love the hc that kaveh dyed his hair brown when he last saw his mother in Fontaine to avoid having her be reminded of her last husband on the day of her wedding)

ALHAITHAM IS TIRED OF TRIANGULATING

STOP USING HIM AS GO-BETWEEN SO YOU CAN AVOID SAYING "i love you but i dont know how to talk to you without feeling pained/hurting you" !!!

ive seen some takes where alhaitham dislikes faranak because of how kaveh's suffered as a child/young adult while trying to protect her feelings

but i personally think alhaitham would say that it was kaveh's own choice to bear that burden & not hold kaveh's guilt complex and emotional turmoil against her

and alhaitham would likely be curious about faranak, given that kaveh's both defensive of her as a mother but also very certain that her son should leave her alone, so he accepts the invite to meet faranak to make his own judgements

and well, faranak is also a genius architect, i'm sure she can ramble about fascinating research topics just like kaveh can

so yeah imagine their first meeting & kaveh's sitting at the table next to them feeling at first excited they're getting along and then… like an outsider

sometimes its easier to be genuine and friendly when there's not so much baggage that's been shoved down….

[sauron-kraut]

Get to know your Mutuals

Thank you for tagging me @perlen-gold! 🖤

What's the origin of your blog's title? @lvsifer and I were talking about a certain Middle-Earth cookbook with some truly funky recipes, unfortunately there were none for Mairon so we were like... What would he eat? He would definitely be into eating raw meat. Mettbrötchen are a German specialty, basically a bread roll with butter and minced raw pork (yes, you heard that right), preferably with pepper and red onions. So Mairon's Mettbrötchen was born - doesn't it just fuck phonetically?

Favorite Fandoms: The Silm fandom 🖤 I have never been truly active in any other fandom.

OTP(s) + shipname: Angbang (Mairon/Melkor). Most other ships I love/like are fucked up in a way that makes OTP sound wrong to describe them (not that an OTP can't have a fucked up dynamic of course!).

Favorite color: red, black, gold, rusty colors, yellow

Favorite game: Not a a gamer person.

Song stuck in your head:

Weirdest habit/trait? Super randomly talking to myself when I'm alone at home? Could be pieces of dialogue I'm planning for a fic, could be imaginary discussion scenarios with friends or coworkers... you name it.

Hobbies: Writing.

If you work, what's your profession? I'm a linguist specializing in language change, particularly grammatical change. I don't currently work in that field though; I work at a technical university in event management and student recruiting.

If you could have any job you wish what would it be? I'd work as a linguist and teach at university again.

Something you're good at: Learning languages quickly, imitating native accents in languages (other than English, probably due to my idgaf attitude when it comes to that, so have a weird mix of different accents in English mixed with a very slight German and Dutch accent. lol), teaching, public speaking, being thoughtful with gifts, cooking

Something you're bad at: Remembering birthdays, sometimes texting back, sometimes cleaning, MATH (oh god)

Something you excel at: being anxious, overthinking, understanding how languages are structured and applying this to learning them

Something you love: reading, poetry, writing, my apartment, partying, various altered states of consciousness from time to time, dancing, 80s music, techno, prosecco, cooking, food, Berlin, fandom, my mom, my friends, traveling

Something you could talk about for hours without off the cuff: linguistics, language change, The Silm

Something you hate: coriander and water melon

Something you collect: Nothing really that comes to mind.

Something you forget: birthdays, appointments

What's your love language? The concept of love languages has its problems but if I just use this to describe how I do express my love: giving cute gifts, cooking for people, listening to them, open communication, spending quality time together

Favorite movie/show: LOTR and MANY more, show: DARK, Sense8, The Sinner

Favorite food: so many different soups, kebap, pizza, STEAK, schnitzel, peruvian food, birria tacos

Favorite animal: three-toed sloth

Are you musical? I know how to play the saxophone and I did so decently. But I wouldn't say I'm musical.

What were you like as a child? I have to quote @perlen-gold here: An insufferable know-it-all.

Favorite subject at school? German, English, philosophy, biology

Least favorite subject? MATHS. And PE.

What's your best character trait? I'm honest and good at communicating openly.

What's your worst character trait? Avoidant behavior, procrastinating literally everything

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? I would make the sun rise again so it doesn't feel like another of those depressing winter nights.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? I can't think of anyone I'd genuinely want to meet.

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

elektra by @lvsifer. What a masterpiece. Also please have a look at the fanfics I recommended here!

Last but not least, show your favorite fanart of your favorite character(s) (please remember to credit/add links!):

Mairon by @lvsifer

So many more art from talented and skilled artists that I love, but I had to make a decision here and this one will haunt me forever 🖤

✨Tagging @crackinthecup, @cilil, @elevenelvenswords, @admirably-abhorrent, @tauw-nu-fuin, @peasant-player, @blauerregen and @lvsifer

[ahiddenpath]

Writing/Life Talk

Chatting about writing and meds.

I saw my therapist today and told her that I haven't written much this year. I used to write daily, and it was never something I had to, like... Push myself into doing. I used to be confused, even, when people would say things like... I don't know, "writing is hard," or, "It's hard to get myself to do it." I had to do it, and it happened on its own, almost like breathing.

Ever since getting on my anxiety meds, it's a fight to even open a word processor.

My therapist explained that anxiety meds are "downers," in a fashion. An anxious brain is constantly firing, and when there is nothing for it to obsess over, it literally creates something to worry about. One of the only things that quieted my brain was writing; I literally had to do it to regulate.

My medicated brain no longer behaves like I'm in danger 24/7. I feel relaxed. When something troubling comes up, I recite the serenity prayer, identify what I CAN do and do it, and let go of what I can't fix. When I feel a big emotion, I walk myself through it. Umm... I feel like I'm failing to convey how different a place my brain is now. The other day, I tripped on my own feet while walking. In the past, I would have scolded myself: Pick up your feet, dumbass! Now, I am kind to myself. Careful, darling. Slow down, take your time.

Everything is better. I cannot convey the betterness and its scope to you. I'm so absurdly grateful.

But. But. I'm trying to figure out what to do with this new me, who suddenly is so much more patient, kind, and emotionally available. Who isn't living on her last nerve and eating up her energy trying (and sometimes failing) to manage an anxiety disorder. It's true that my physical health has been really difficult this year, and that has been difficult, but mental health wise, I'm... Well, it's such a huge change, but it's looking so promising right now.

But- again with the but, lol!- Yeah, my needs are different. I don't need to write, which is freaky, because I always have, literally my whole life. Before I knew how to write, I begged my mom for a journal, which I filled with drawings depicting what I wanted to say (which are totally incomprehensible to me now). Lately, rather than writing, I've been playing video games, playing kalimba (poorly), taking walks, pressing wildflowers, and journaling. I've also been a bit more social IRL, trying to ease into that more. And now that I'm feeling alright physically, I am restarting my old exercise routine. Oh, I've been reading, too.

My brain IS calm, as calm as any American brain can be in 2025, anyway. And I don't want to give the impression that people are more creative off their meds. It's just that now, writing is an activity I choose to do, rather than a daily necessity that is almost like a... Like an involuntary nervous system activity.

I feel really weird about that. Like- does that mean I'm not interested in writing the second I no longer need it to keep my anxiety in check? But agonizing over it like that doesn't help. I'm really just adjusting to my new needs. It's okay to explore different things, sometimes. But my therapist suggested that I schedule some writing time so I don't lose the skill and momentum, should I need it in the future.

So... I guess... Now I have to schedule the thing that used to be like breathing. It's a weird thought/feeling, but I guess that's where I am now.

To be honest, I also have complicated feelings about writing because of the state of fanfiction and fandom right now. I've spoken about this a million times, so I'll keep it brief: just last week alone, AO3 was scraped again to feed AI, and someone reposted a ton of unlocked works. My works are locked, so they should be fine, but... The risk/reward ratio to sharing work online is skewed waaay towards risk. I know that's also impacting my relationship with my fanworks. I've wondered if I should try an original piece, but I do want to finish my open projects. I'm fond of them.

Anyway, that's where I am now! I hope you are all managing to take care as best you can. Thanks so much for checking in with me, love you!

[logically-asexual]

okay hear me out.

after hawkmoth is defeated luka and his family can stay in one place again, so jagged and penny decide to go to london, and luka and juleka stay with them over the summer. jagged has a new album because his tour around the world inspired him a lot and he’s been doing a few concerts to promote it. there’s an after party for one of them and a bunch of cool celebrities are invited, including audrey bourgeois.

she was planning to just show up for a couple pictures, she had a new dress she wanted to show off or something, but chloe hadn’t stopped clinging to her all night complaining about her struggles with school*, and she followed her all the way to the party. once there, before the cameras are all on them, she finally gets fed up and tells chloe to get lost.

(*amongst the chaos of her dictatorship, the school year ended and she managed to use her power to get her middle school diploma, but now she had to get into high school and even with her money she still had to make it through admission paperwork and exams that her parents refused to help her with)

so chloe, once again heartbroken by her mom’s treatment, runs and finds somewhere to hide in the huge mansion where the party is happening. she is in a corner on some patio or terrace crying in silence when luka finds her. he sits next to her and asks her what’s wrong. at first chloe is defensive like “it’s none of your business, get away from me.” with her face still hidden. and luka being luka is like “chloe, right? i can feel your inner tune is overpowered by too much noise coming from every direction at once and not letting it find its way.”

“i told you to get away you little—“ she finally looks up and upon seeing his face she stops and finds herself unable to think of an insult, so she says “ugh, you might be cute even with those old rags but you still have no right speaking to me!”

so luka just smiles at her and asks if he can sit in silence then. which leaves chloe at a loss for words and in the end she just nods and turns back to face away from him. they stay like that for a while, with chloe sniffling and wiping away tears every once in a while. later she checks her phone and sighs because she has no calls or messages.

luka sees and says something like "you know, i'm glad that you're here. these events can get kind of lonely. it's weird to have all these strangers in the house all night, and my dad is always busy trying to keep them entertained ... don't get me wrong, it's really cool that he's a rockstar but. he's so famous and amazing that sometimes it's easy to feel lost under his shadow. and he was away for so long, it's hard to--"

he hesitates to continue so chloe, finally looking at him, says "it's okay. i know exactly what you mean."

luka smiles at her and it's like he's radiating calmness, enough for her to forget everything that had made her angry that day. he moves his guitar from his back to hold it in place and asks her what kind of music she likes. she's like "uh.. XY?"

"come on, you really like his music?"

"i mean his hair is SO cute, and the way he dances on stage and--"

"no, i didn't say the artist. what do you think about the music?"

she stops to think. "i don't know.. i don't pay that much attention to it, i guess. it's.. kind of boring. but who am i to judge, i was never able to play that utterly useless flute my daddy got for me once, it sounded like a caged bird with asthma. although, at least that would probably be more entertaining.."

luka laughs at that. "that's the spirit." and then "come on, let's find your sound."

..

and they spend the next hours there talking, and find that they're so different yet,, chloe feels so at peace with him in a way she hadn't in.. she can't even remember when she felt so calm. and luka can see that there's a hidden side of chloe that dares to peak out when she's feeling comfortable and that he likes and wants to see more of. and he doesnt immediately forget everything she's done to marinette and juleka and the rest of their class, but he sees hope in her, maybe he can be there for her now as she starts over.

[ciaran]

"do you think people are so simple, so easily understood—while you yourself are above it all, the sole experiencer of complexity and contradiction?" tbh that's often an idea that i fight off, but when i complain about not being understood by other people, they try to stroke my ego saying that i'm just smarter and superior and it bothers me. i don't want to be smarter than everyone else, i learnt so much just so i could communicate better and now i don't even have that. i just don't know how to make it possible to be understood.

i was also told that i was smarter and better than other people and that they would never understand me and i hated that. like i want to be known, i want to communicate, i dont want to be an island. i think what helped me personally was giving up on the idea that there is going to be some perfect magical knowing that opens me surgically and instantly lays us bare to each other. and to treat even superficial, ordinary conversations as though they are real connections. the eye contact i make w a woman at work when i refuse to play along w a weird joke on her behalf is Also connection. and i think like, most people are not going to Know me. they arent going to see me deeply or find me interesting or be able to understand what im trying to say. but one thing is...im willing to iterate. im willing to say the same things over and over in different ways until a way of saying it clicks, or until it sinks in...ive waited years for my mom to understand what my brain is like and she still doesnt get it but ive come a long way since what was when i was a teenager. i repeat myself a lot, i repeat myself to a lot of people, i find old ways of saying things and new ones. and these...processes of trying to be understood by others should not be a diminishing or a culling of the self to only that which is intelligible to an audience, hopefully, but there is a method to finding...common ground. and the way to find common ground is to listen to people closely, to listen to what they say and how they say it, and to find those threads...im not saying i find it easy. but when you look at what youve experienced, your feelings...the range of human emotion is not infinite. we all know shame, listlessness, terror, lust, the loneliness of being on the outside of something, the hurt of not being heard. don't look for people to have felt things in the same way, shape, or intensity as you. look for ways to say, when you catch these notes, "i know what that feels like, even though it was different for me - i know what you mean." what does being understood mean to you? does it mean that you talk and someone Gets you? or does it mean that...you look for what is inside you in the world around like piecing together a puzzle? listening to others, not because you are their therapist or anything of the sort, but because in the story they tell you might find some trace of yourself? all human connection should be selfish because unselfish connection is worse, its charity. if you have friends, i hope you are their friend for your sake as much or more than their sake. and if you listen to people closely, i hope you do it because you're looking for that point from which you start building connection and understanding. and sometimes people have to be taught to understand you, but often they want to learn, if you have a way of teaching it. you must imagine people as eager too, and lonely, and in need of being seen. you must imagine that someone out there feels what you do and the only way to find them is to talk to people.

[pillarsalt]

its weird being in feminist spaces online bc on the one hand, we all understand that women have womens shelters because they actually worked towards gathering resources and opening these physical spaces. like they did actual work and didnt just wax poetic about the necessity. but then you have discourse about womens clothes and its like. you guys know there ARE brands out there creating functional clothing for the female form, right? and they end up shutting down due to lack of support? because we arent putting any action behind our words? and are just wishing good womens clothing into existence? like there are no mens shleters bc men didnt make shelters. there are no good female clothing brands because we 1) dont make them and if we do, 2) they dont get enough patronage to stay afloat. so yea guys, keep making tumblr posts about the lack of functional female clothing instead of seeking out and supporting those businesses. ill keep wearing my dads hand-me-downs because im economically and ecologically based.

Ooh anon we're playing with fire here... Alright everybody, feelings caps off and critical thinking caps on. This is in reference to a post I made a few nights ago about how I don't quite believe how many women claim they are incapable of wearing men's section clothes, a post which was itself in reference to another post that made the rounds on tumblr earlier this year. I wrote it after having had six beers and I'll be the first to admit, it was pretty inflammatory and worded in a way that lead a few people to reply defensively and angrily, so I turned off RBs and deleted it when I woke up the next day as damage control. The general gist of my post was that there are shitloads of options in the men's section that are far comfier with better quality materials than women's section clothes, that oversized clothes are easily adjusted for functionality ie. rolling up cuffs and wearing a belt, and that I think a lot of the women claiming they couldn't possibly wear men's section clothing are maybe just unwilling to "look bad," but again I wrote it in a way that obviously would not inspire good faith interaction with those whose choices I criticized. I'd like to take the opportunity to try again with this ask.

First of all, I also had a couple people say that they've had to wear the men's uniform at their job and it was ill-fitting and sucked. Of course I'm not arguing that women should not be accounted for in creating work equipment and PPE omfg, that's not what I'm talking about at all! That's a matter of safety and equality in employment, completely not what I'm saying. And I'm also not saying that women SHOULDN'T have clothes that are comfortable, functional, and properly fitting that are made with them in mind. We should be demanding this! What I am saying is that... we don't have that right now. Anon points out that there are businesses that have tried to do this and couldn't find enough patronage to stay afloat. Of course I want these clothing manufacturers to succeed, it would be the best case scenario, but in the mean time, we have two options: uncomfortable, flimsy, revealing, shit-ass-material that won't keep you warm women's clothes; and men's clothes that are possibly ill-fitting.

From the replies I did get, sounds like the biggest problem is with the hips to waist ratio, in men's pants the waist is too big when the hips fit. Yes, I get it! But I was also surprised to learn how many women are completely opposed to wearing belts?? I always thought belts were a wardrobe staple for most everyone, my Mom always wears one, I've been wearing one when necessary since middle school age. But happily for the non-belt-wearers, I've discovered that many men's pants actually have drawstrings, sometimes they're inside behind the buttons and zipper, so you can make them as tight or loose as you like. I have four pairs of pants like this, I wear them to work where I walk around and bring heavy things up and down stairs all day, they are sooo comfyyy.

The other thing is all my pants are from the men's now, and I have to tell you: sizing discrepancy is popularly framed solely as a women's clothing issue, but it's not really. Last week I bought two pairs of men's jeans from the thrift store, both size 34, without trying them on. One pair fits quite tightly around my thighs to the point that I will probably only wear them to events and not all day at work, while the other is the perfect size and so comfy I could sleep in them (don't worry, I won't.) It's trial and error all around when it comes to finding clothes that fit properly. There's not One Shape of men's pants. The changing room is your friend! Hang out in thrift stores long enough and you will absolutely find items that fit you wonderfully and feel comfortable.

So then we come to my main point: There are a lot of women who claim that men's clothes are just too big for them to wear and therefore they must resort to women's section clothes which supposedly fit them so much better... *FROM MY POINT OF VIEW* it seems a sort of convenient excuse to look the way a patriarchal society wants you to, in the same way that "sensory issues around body hair" is now a common stated reason to continue shaving and participating in sexist beauty culture without having to examine why you feel compelled to do so. I think when some women say they're unable to wear men's clothes, it's because they can't wear men's clothes and look as conventionally "good" as they do in women's clothes. And it's true, men's clothes are gonna be a bit looser and a bit more formless, but men aren't expected to be shrink-wrapped into their outfit like women are anyway. I understand the pressure to "look good," often women are treated poorly when they don't, but it's in your best interest and in the best interest of other women to resist that sexist pressure, or at least question it honestly.

Do I think you're a bad person for choosing to wear exclusively women's section clothes, absolutely not. I don't think women who shave or wear makeup or heels are bad people either. But I do think it's worth examining why you really feel like you couldn't branch out from the women's section.

Men's pants have a baggier crotch and ass area, but women's pants are often so tightly compact in the crotch that they can cause gynaecological problems. Men's shirt sleeves are quite roomy and may need rolling up, but many women's t-shirts have tiny sleeves that pinch your arms and draw your attention to the fact that your arm fat is being compressed. Men's pants can be quite long for a short woman, but cuffing them is simple: like anon said you can easily hem them, and if you don't sew like me, you can literally just cut them shorter and roll up the cuffs twice and KABOOM they become as short as you like. I want to reiterate that I do think women deserve to have clothes that are made with their comfort in mind, and I hope we do someday soon. But with the options we do have, there is a clear winner in terms of functionality, dignity, and quality. Men's clothes are made to be worn, women's clothes are made to adorn, decorate, be looked at.

Last point, when I hear someone say they're just too short or fat for men's section clothes... I can't believe them because I have seen A LOT of short and fat women wearing men's section clothes and doing just fine. You all have never met a short and/or fat butch lesbian? Ever? They look damn good in men's section clothing. I have a coworker who is 4'11" and shops 50/50 mens and womens clothes including pants. Like... I'm seeing short women wear mens clothes with slight alterations and zero problems. I really believe you can do it too. I believe!!!

In the end, I'm just a random tumblr blogger typing on my random tumblr blog, and you the reader have no obligation to take anything I say with more than a grain of salt. Try not to take this post personally, I'm not out to attack you. If your reasoning is simply "I don't want to," I can respect that and we don't have to agree. I think we can all agree the clothing situation for women generally sucks. If anyone including this Anon has recommendations for companies who make clothing that is legitimately created for women with women's bodies in mind, please let me know and I'll boost! Perhaps we can make a difference with our wallets.

[brbzonedout]

Earth 42 Miles Headcanons/Observations??

-Before the death of his dad, Mr. Morales would take Miles on patrols and the occasional pursuit when something suddenly went down, and watching that he learned how cops operate so now he uses that information to avoid them while doing prowler work.

-I know some of y’all think he’s a hood nigga but in my mind, I just can’t see it all that much. Like yeah, he knows the streets very well he has no choice but to but, he's still Miles, and EVERY Miles is some form of a nerd and lowkey sensitive.

-Speaking of being a complete nerd every little nerdy black boy got their anime to start with Naruto so he's no different. He could probably also get behind death note because it's dramatic and suspenseful.

-He's not straight-up disrespectful. Although sometime the way he words things or his tone could come off as rude he doesn't necessarily mean for it to come out that way…usually. He was raised by a widowed single mom Rio Morales to be specific and just from her minimal screen time in both movies we know she doesn't play.

-But don't get it twisted if he has to pop a mfer in the mouth he will no doubt.

-I feel like he's into different music genres that somehow fall under the category of calm/chill ness(???). His life is chaotic and dramatic enough as it is so the things that he can control, he keeps chill. For instance, the song “Fantasy” by Bazzi seems like his vibe. (I'm not self-projecting I promise!!).

-Definitely feels like he has to grow up and be more mature than his peers due to all of his responsibility. I imagine one day he's just in his room thinking and contemplating life then looks around at how his room is decorated with toys, action figures, and old drawings.

-So he gathers it up getting ready to give everything away until Rio sees and stops him reminding Miles that even during all of this he’s still a kid and deserves to be able to enjoy life like one.

-With that being said, Mrs.Morales tries to get Miles to put himself out there again, asking him to join different clubs and things of the sort, and after a while, he finally lands on two robotics/computer club and baseball (I had to add this because of that one piece of fanart ITS SO GOOD). He even makes some acquaintances in these. Once he gets comfortable with speaking semi-freely people find him likable. 

-I would love to say he joined the art club but I feel like he keeps his art private.

-He’s 100% a mamas’ boy but not a toxic weird incesty type, he just really loves her and looks up to the way she operates. The way she's able to hold herself together and support his needs and even Aarons’ if he needs it.

-He looks up to Aaron in the same way too just doesn't express it as much, not saying that he verbally expressed love all that much with Rio but they both know he loves them and accepts his nonchalantness knowing he's just scared to really express his feelings casually.

Ok that's it!! Thank you for reading I enjoyed making this and I do want to write more things so if y'all have any request feel free to submit!!<3

[purplesurveys]

2004

Did the last book you read have a good ending?: I can't remember the last book I completed; I don't read a lot as it is.

Did the last book you read have a character in it that made you mad?:

Is your friend’s birthday tomorrow?: No. I don't know a lot of August celebrants actually, come to think of it.

If you were to paint a rock, what would you paint on it?: I think I'd do colors of the rainbow on it.

Are you ready to leave the past behind and move forward with your life?: That's what I had to do around 5 years ago when I was going through a breakup. But now, idk, life has been...pretty uneventful the last few months lol and there's been nothing to 'move forward' from, really.

When was the last time you took a selfie?: I don't remember when exactly but I think within the last two weeks is a safe range to guess, since I take them regularly-ish either with my friends or with my pets.

Have you ever used a tripod to take pictures of yourself?: I don't think I have.

Have you ever dressed ridiculous for no reason?: I mean I dress silly only for Halloween, but that's it lol.

Do you feel like you have a sliver in your foot right now?: No.

Was it hot out where you lived today?: I think it would be humid once we're home, but for now we're at an Airbnb and the aircon is doing lovely work making the room chilly.

What’s your favorite color of the sunset?: Any. I love sunsets, have no preference in its color/s.

Do you know anyone who is colorblind?: Nope.

Does sunlight make you feel better?: For the most part I don't react to it...for the rest of the time I find it annoying and a hindrance to me fully enjoying the outdoors.

Does fall make you feel alive?: Idk I've never experienced it before.

Do you paint or draw regularly?: I wouldn't say regularly, no. I probably paint once every 6 months.

Do you write stories / novels frequently?: Definitely not; I'm not that type of writer. I've tried doing creative works but it just never came/doesn't come naturally to me.

Do you write poems regularly?:

Do you like writing poems?:

What do you like writing more: songs, poems, plays, or stories?: Personal essays.

Are you a writer?: It is what I best identify as, yes.

Do you write in a journal frequently?: This is the journal, if it counts.

Are you having conflict with a friend right now?: Nope.

Do you miss someone?: Well not actively, not really.

Do you feel overwhelmed?: I'm just feeling a bit weird that this weekend vacation is ending soon, haha. The whole space between a trip coming to an end + driving back to your reality is something I never grew quite used to; and yeah part of it all is feeling overwhelmed every now and then.

Have you ever wished your feet were smaller?: Sometimes I wish they were bigger rather than smaller, actually. I'm a size 5 and it's frequently hard to find shoes that tiny, especially from resellers – case in point, my Paranoise 3.0 is a size 8 and I bought it because for two months straight I was observing the virtual marketplace and that pair from that seller was consistently the smallest size available for sale.

I thought 1) someone would eventually beat me to this pair, 2) the markup for it wasn't that bad, and 3) I don't think any pair smaller than a size 8 would pop up anymore as I was already lurking for two months; so I gave in and bought. I wear it all the time now. It does require me to wear 2-3 pairs of very thick socks so that it feels comfortable LOL, but I am obsessed with the shoes and ROI the shit out of them.

On one hand, can you cross your first two fingers and your last two fingers at the same time? (I can, but apparently most people can’t): Well, yes.

Does your handwriting look like your mom’s?: Nope.

Do you sound like your mom?: There are tendencies, yes.

Do you look like your mom?: We look alike, yes.

Could you be a contortionist?: Not a chance.

Can you twist your tongue, bend it into a clover, and lick the tip of your nose? (I can): No.

Do you like the color orange?: Not particularly, no.

Would you ever drive an orange car?: Probably not.

Do you name inanimate objects?: Nope.

Do you blame yourself for things that aren’t your fault?: Yes I am unfortunately quite good at that.

When was the last time you went to church?: Last week. We might end up skipping today since we're still on vacation and don't check out til noon (we usually attend mass Sunday mornings).

If you were rich and had your own house, would you decorate it for holidays?: Absolutely.

Are you contemplating whether you should keep something or not?: Mmmmmm not right now, no.

Have you ever worn a school uniform?: I had to in my first school, which I attended from kinder to high school. College was very jarring for me the first few weeks because it was the first time in my entire life that I 1) not only didn't have to wear a uniform anymore, but also 2) it was a university that had no dress code at all (a complete contrast from my Catholic school upbringing where you couldn't even show your knees). That said I didn't start paying attention to style til college hahaha.

What is your opinion on school uniforms?: I think school uniforms in college are a little ridiculous.

Do you own fingerless gloves?: Nope.

What’s your favorite place to eat at the mall?: Yabu :)

What do you want for Christmas?: Money would be nice, and anything with dragons or daisies on it hah. Also press-on nails!

Whose birthday is next?: My mom's is next month; my sister's is exactly a week after hers.

When is your birthday?: April 21.

Do you have any plans for your next birthday?: Not this early on, no.

Is the world you live in a very good one? Is your life a very good one?: It could be better but I also acknowledge my privilege. I think that is essentially what being middle class is like.

Can you do the splits?: Nope.

Are you ready?: I dunno if I'll ever be...

[mayumiismissing]

HIII!!! I saw your post about Wind Breaker match ups and I GOTTA jump on it beccc I LOOOVE Wind Breaker 😼🙏🏾

Personality: I'm really outgoing, creative, kind, energetic, I'm and ENFP and a lot of my friends compair me to Pinkie Pie and CaseOh (which I love because they're so me🤩). I love helping people and making people smile, it's one of the few things that actually genuinely makes me happy. I don't really think a lot but once I get thinking I think DEEP. And because I don't think that much and brush off negative emotions I don't really feel a lot of things unless it's a lot and too much for me to handle. Like, happiness doesn't really phase me because I'm just so used to it and that low-key makes me feel lonely and want more in my life 😭. But if I could describe myself as a character on a deeper level I'd say Hachi from Nana (I LOOOVE NANA OML WATCH IT) and Ayane Yano from Kimi ni Todoke(from me to you). Moving aside from the sad stuff, I'm a yapper. Trust I will talk about the most random things ever, there's no such thing as TMI in my friendships. If I gotta fart you'll know cuz Imma say it, I'm unhinged. No doubt about it😈. I'm very mature and understanding. I can understand people's emotions extremely well, and I'm really good at giving advice. Buuutttt, I legit need to take my own advice sometimes 💔💔🥀 BEC WHEN I TELL YOU I CAN'T LET GO OF SOMEONE AND IM STUCK TO THEM FOR EVER I AM AND ITS SO BAD😭😭😭😭

Anyways!!

I'm really clingy but I respect if someone doesn't want me to be on top of them 24/7. I LOOOVE Hugs and holding hands with my friends, I also love compliments and attention XD So you can only imagine how I'd be if I had a boyfriend

Likes/loves: I LOOOOOVE LAUFEY!!! D1 LAUFEY GLAZER AND I'LL GLAZE HER TILL I DIE AND I HAVE NO SHAME AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) and when I tell you I have the same birthday as Laufey and Junia, I Pinky Promise. (I'm listening to her as I type these very words out). ANYWAYS!! I love pink, cold weather, girly things, Laufey, music, playing music, singing.... Laufey. (OKAY SERIOUSLY CHAT), I love my Titi, making people laugh, animals (especially cats, dogs, jellyfish and bunnies), and FASHION!!!

Dislikes/Hates: I HATTEEE HOT WEATHER OMG. when I'm hot and sweaty trust I'll be mad and crash out. I don't like when I have a best friend and we aren't hanging out as much and I'll low-key start to think they hate me. I hate racist, homophobic, and/or sexist people (and all the other bad things). Also I don't like my mom cuz she's was gone my whole life and she's the whole reason why my dad doesn't know he has a daughter 🤯

Honorable mentions for hates!!: charlie kirk. Anyone who likes him or is like him. "did you know that fetus means little baby in Latin?" SHUT UP BEFORE I SHOVE MY MICROPHONE DOWN YOUR FLIPPING THROAT OMG. WHEN I TELL YOU IF I WERE TO EVER DEBATE WITH HIM I'D PHYSICALLY PUT MY HANDS ON HIM AND STRANGLE HIM OML HE GETS ME SO MAD

ahem..!! Moving on chat

Fears: Heights, the dark, bugs, dying, being alone, old men, the police, getting in trouble(that's why I follow the rules at almost all times unless it's something really bad), crying, showing people my vulnerability, trusting people, and being stuck in a hot place.

Moral values: I genuinely believe that all people are good... At first. Because we're not born into the world feeling hatred or knowing right from wrong, we're taught it or we're shown it: The worst case is experiencing it.

Fav ship dynamics: Chaotic Girl x Calm Guy, Tsundere x Teaser, Sunshine x "Emo"(Mitsuri x Obanai mention!!)

Hobbies/things I'm good at: Playing music (my main instruments are Flute and Electric Guitar and others I can play are Violin and Keyboard, I just started Saxophone as well), singing, listening to music, yapping(yes it's a hobby), being weird(also a hobby 😼), sketching, writing, cooking and baking (surprisingly. None of my friends believe me when I tell them I can bake and cook😭😭) and other stuff

Favorite series: NANA, Princess Jellyfish, Paradise Kiss, Tokyo Revengers, K-Pop Demon Hunters, Demon Slayer, MHA(trust I'm not a weird fan😓), Apothecary Diaries, Sailor Moon/Sailor Moon Crystal, and JJK.

What i want in a partner/who I see myself with: I want someone who will understand me and accept me for me. I can't see myself with a people who's similar to me, cuz I've been there done that and it hasn't worked. I also want someone with the same/similar beliefs as me and who thinks maturity and a gentleman. i don't want someone who won't tell me how they feel about things, or someone who will keep me closed out after I trusted them with all my secrets and my true self.

I also want someone who can take the first step cuz uhh... I ain't the one 😭. Sorry to get off of my deep talk like that but, I can't be big daddy (I'm joking but seriously I CAN'T be big daddy).

Speaking of...

What I'd be like in a relationship: Ngl, Tsundere. I'm the type of girl who will get really flustered easily then say after my partner points it out "black people don't blush!" (Cannot even 🥀🥀). I fumble so hard, I can't flirt at all and I can't handle it, because no one has ever flirted with me before and I'm not used to it. So i guess you could say I'm kinda sorta like Sakura in a small way. But after my awkward stage, I'll latch onto you for the rest of my life. I'll follow you around like a lost puppy, I'll always be with you .. watching.. IM JK😭 But the puppy part was true. I'm kinda a lot to handle, and yes of course I'll feel horrible if my partner feels annoyed by it. Also, because I'm a glazer with no shame, I'll glaze my bae it'll the ends of the universes (lol there is no end cuz the universe is always expanding 😹😹). I'm basically like a chaotic loser gf 😓 I'll do anything my partner says, I'll say "Yes my queen"(even tho my bae is a guy, I'm saying it as a joke tho).

Speaking of that, it reminds me of petnames. I don't think I'd use them unless it's Babe or bae. But for my bae? He can call me anything... almost. I never want to hear my partner call me "Babygirl". Especially if it's a guy. My Titi calls me that because she raised me and I'm basically her daughter so she has a pass but that's it. If my partner wants to call me pretty girl, go for it. I'll love it. Just not babygirl.

Love language: I want my partner to have quality time. Because when I tell you in clingy(ik I mentioned it, but I'm dead booty butt.). If we hang out a lot and my partner starts not hanging out with me as much I'll think you doesn't like me anymore genuinely. I high-key have trust issues. For my love language, I'm definitely quality time and physical touch.

Appearance: I'm 5'2.3" (yes i added the half.), I'm black (milk chocolate skin😼), I had pink/rose gold hair so we're going to pretend I still have it... I'm chubby/curvy, and I love being a little fat. I honestly don't wanna be skinny, because I like cute now. I have pretty thick eyebrows but I shave them down to be thinner because yk... I loooove think eyebrows. And uhhhh... Idk what else. But! Honorable mention, I got called a Blythe doll or a cabbage patch doll as a compliment last week after some guy call me a the fat version of Bob Ross (I can't remember what she called me but it was some sort of cute doll 😭😭)

Also!! If I ever get bullied in Japan because I'm chubby and/or black trust I look at them wrong and insult them back. When I tell you if I don't like someone, I won't hide it from them. I won't be nice and I'll be really blunt.

SORRY IF ANYTHING IS SPELT WRONG!! IM TOO TIRED TO GO BACK AND LOOK AT ANYTHING ITS LIKE 1:07 IN THE MORNING 😭😭 KK BY SILLY 🫶🏾🫶🏾 THANK YOU SO MUCHHH

🍉”I hate to love you so I love to hate you”🫧

All images from Pinterest. Song title: I love to hate you by Elli Moore

You have been matched with Yuto Kusumi

• Originally I was gonna match you with Kotoha, however as I read your responses it seemed like you were alluding to a male preference. I apologize if I analyzed your responses incorrectly.

I was also thinking Suo however, I have a feeling Kusumi is a better match for someone who is honest about their opinions of an individual and won’t hide their feelings.

• You are funny and energetic. I can just imagine you being able to make Kusumi laugh everyday. He’s quiet but constantly smiling. Call me wrong but I think he has a witty side to him.

• Kusumi will pay attention to you. If he pays attention enough to be able to tell when to pull down Kaji’s headphones, he will be able to pay attention to you the most. He would also love your mature side.

• He’s probably had experience with music too since he’s with Kaji so much. Which means he’ll enjoy Laufey with you :)

• He also tends to hang out with animals, more specifically dogs. You guys would definitely adopt one together. In addition to what you like, he also likes fashion. He pays attention to his sneakers, his skin, and his hair a lot. His character analysis also states that he really likes hats.

• He also hates hot weather 👍. His hands have sensitive skin and according to a Harvard study, hot weather can increase the chances of eczema and skin dehydration.

• Your favorite trope is Chaotic girl x Calm guy? Perfect! He is one of the multiple calm dudes in wind breaker.

• I think he canonically talks a lot over texts. He won’t hide anything from you there. In addition he is clearly very accepting. Also he is sort of a tease to Kaji, so yeah he’ll definitely mess with your tsundere side a bit. I also think he will accommodate to your clingy love language. I mean he hangs with the second years a lot so why would he disapprove?

• I don’t think he will call you pet names unless you ask. If he wants to mess with you however, he’ll probably text you “hey beautiful” over text.

Thank you for requesting. You’re like a firework. Beautiful and fun. You have a bright future, your personality screams successful. Keep shining!

[sugaroto]

Sometimes I think that if ουράνιο τόξο was American the catholics would have canceled it

A while ago I made a poll "guess what ουράνιο τόξο is" but I lost it and never gave the right answer but

I do believe American catholics would have canceled it

First of, Ουράνιο τόξο means Rainbow

HOW DARE THEY GAY OUR KIDS

Yeah... some people just see rainbows and go nuts. They would have lost it with a TV program called "Rainbow"

Which btw changed its name to "Τα 1.000 χρώματα του Χρήστου" (Christo's 1.000 colors) a few years ago but ouranio tokso is iconic

Oh yeah, what do kids have to do with that

Well

This is Christos the presenter of the show

He interviews people

These are the people he interviews

He has PATIENCE

The kids usually go there play a game, draw, read a book or something while he "interviews" them, like "what's your name?" "How old are you?" "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Etc

The answers he gets... they're gold. Still remembered.

And he has patience the kids say some bizarre shit and he's like "Yeah sounds about right"

Christos: How many girls are there in your class?

Girl: 8

Ch: and how many boys?

G: 10

Ch: So how many kids are there in your class?

G: 11

Ch: you don't do math in your class do you?

G: no

Ch: yeah I thought so

DUDE

Or like, the cannibal boy💀 he went into detail about eating blood and intestines and how his mom cooks blood and Christos was like "Yeah I guess Mac n cheese is too basic for you"

Or the bat boy.

Bat boy: when I grow up I'll be a bat

Doctor boy: you can't be a bat

Bb: that's what I decided 😠

Ch: well ok if that's what you decided, ok. So tell me how will you do it? Is there a school? Will you get a diploma?

How is that man not laughing 😭

Yeah wait what was my point-

So I gave yall an idea of what rainbow is like, a TV program loved by greeks that holds precious childhood memories and funny moments of kids

Yeah well bc the internet is weird I feel like if it was English some people would be like

"I'm 17 (minor) and feel so disgusted by the male. In literally trembling. Why is he next to kids. Pedophile. Rainbow gay. Prison him and burn him alive."

Sorry for typing that😭

Also yes the 17(minor) is based on that person who got scared by a glass

Ofc this problem (canceling rainbow) does not exist and Christos is a very sweet and patient guy who does a funny show with kids

But I can't stop thinking that if Karens found out about it they would gay-zied it bc of the title and then create problems anywhere