#literally this stresses me out an Ungodly amount it's not even funny

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AUGHH it makes me psychically hurt anytime any of my friends are like "well... i wanna make x but someone's probably already done it and probably better than me..." or alternatively "well.. i wanna make this but people have already done x better" like STOP!!!! MAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!! MAKE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!!!!! "better" IS COMPLETELY SUBJECTIVE AND IMO AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY WHAT YOU'RE DOING THAN IT'S AMAZING!!! CAUSE IT SHOWS!!!! MAKE THINGS FOR YOURSELF AND THERE'S ALWAYS BOUND TO BE PEOPLE THAT WILL LIKE IT TOO!!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY IN A TIME WHERE HUMAN TOUCH AND CREATIVITY IS AT STAKE!!!!!! EXPLODES EXPLODES EXPLODES

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✨✨La Squadra Boyfriend Headcanons✨✨

[Alexa, play Boyfriend by Big Time Rush]

Guys, I spend an ungodly amount of time thinking about La Squadra, so here are some bf headcanons for the sexiest group of assassins in Naples. No one asked but I am bringing it straight to your dash anyway! (under the cut for length lmao)

I’m going to start with Prosciutto, who has recently fallen on my radar pretty heavy! 

He’s a good and decent boyfriend, if not a busy one. Not that he doesn’t care about the relationship, but most of his energy was going to Passione things before you waltzed in and so he’ll struggle a bit between his work responsibilities and maintaining his relationship with you, but only in the beginning. 

If you are also a part of Passione, it’s a hell of a lot easier to manage. 

I see Prosciutto as the gift-giving type: lingerie, sweets, perfume, designers, etc. His salary isn’t the best, but he manages it as well as he can just to accommodate you! 

I just can’t get the idea out of my head that Pro was raised by a strict mama, that’s why he can be a bit of a stickler sometimes. He’ll catch you still lounging in bed at nine am, and be like “Why are you still in bed? Get dressed, we’re going out.” Dude!

I’m sorry to say, but Prosciutto is absolutely the ‘lecturing’ type. (He lectured someone in nearly every scene in the anime, Formaggio once and Pesci numerously and Bucci too) 

He will lecture you when you make mistakes, especially because as his s/o, he has high expectations for you and believes you’re capable of so much more. It’s never, ever out of hate. He loves you, and that’s why he chides you a bit lol. 

This does not negate the fact that he doesn't mind when you lean on him for support. He likes when you count on him, because he always comes through especially for you!

Depending on whether you’re in the mafia or not, I totally see him sparring with you, or working out with you in an effort to make you tough. Prosciutto wants you to be able to defend yourself, just in case. If you complain, he’ll tell you, “Better safe than sorry, tesoro”.

Prosciutto will respect you, period.

A good listener, goddamn! He’s up there with Risotto when it comes to who listens to their s/o more! If you have an issue, he’ll hear you out and offer advice if you want it. If you give him advice, he’ll take it into serious consideration. He’s honestly a good partner, can’t stress that enough.

Finally, sex with Pro is an entire event. Romantic dinner, candles lit, wine, the whole nine yards before he gives you nine inches of something else :) (I’m kidding!! Lmao, kinda). 

But as I said, Prosciutto is quite deliberate, and a bit of a perfectionist. He knows what to do and how to do it, you can trust him.

Ghiaccio is next only because he’s my favorite. 

The ice gremlin is probably the most interesting (and hilarious) boyfriend out of the bunch (I say this with only a tidbit of bias). He isn’t funny himself, but funny shit just happens to him. 

Because of this, he will use you as a soundboard when everyone else refuses to listen to him. He’s got a lot to say, so be prepared for his TEDtalks. LMAO!

It will take some perception on your part to notice when he actually expects a response from you, and other times he’s just ranting to get his point out. 

He will correct your grammar when you text, but barely notices when he makes a similar mistake (his brain moves in mph). Please use the proper names like Venezia, Italia, Roma and Napoli when talking to this man; save yourself from the headache.

When it comes to dates, please have mercy on him, he’s a textbook over-thinker! You’ll just have to plan something simple at home for you both to enjoy. 

He isn’t incapable of planning dates, but he’ll want everything to be so absolutely perfect for his s/o and will throw a fit when it ultimately isn’t. 

Contrary to popular belief, I think that Ghiaccio is a pretty attentive partner. He’s super intelligent and I think a part of it stems from his innate ability to read people (I’m referencing the part in the anime where he deduced what Giorno and Mista had come to look for, while going off very little information). 

The more time he spends with you, the better he gets at it. 

His form of affection will be shown through the amount of time you both spend together. When it comes to sex or anything related to that, be gentle and slow as Ghiaccio will likely be a flustered mess. 

As he becomes more comfortable and confident, he will be bolder and just ask out right if you’ll suck him off tonight or not. The man appreciates directness, so don’t bother being coy. “You want me to give you head? Cool, lay down a towel or something.” is what he’ll probably say.

Very practical 👌🏾👌🏾

Melone, good lord, he’s kind of perfect. 

A bit of a doting boyfriend here and there—very much concerned about your health. Expect him to ask if you’ve eaten, or taken your multivitamin. How are your bowel movements?  LMAO

It can become a bit much, but he really genuinely cares. He’s not asking to be intrusive or nasty! If he was, you’d know. 🤣

But I seriously consider Melone to be the one (at least among La Squadra) who is way, way invested in his relationships. He will know every little detail about you; will ask you lots of questions and expects you to ask him just as many. 

This may be annoying to some, but this dude will definitely bring up your horoscope in an argument. He’ll be like “I honestly can’t fathom why you’re being this way, though it’s to be expected from a libra.” 

Peg this bitch so he can shut up.  

Melone is also touchy as hell, but not in a clingy way. He loves touching, and just to tag onto the headcanon about his partial blindness, I want to say that he’s so touchy because that’s how he ‘sees’ you best.

Just know that half the time, he isn’t touching you to be lecherous, even if he genuinely does like the feel of your skin under his fingertips. Melone will even encourage you to touch him back. 

Rub his thigh or back and he’ll be simping.

He is obsessed with your legs, and will paint your toes if you let him. 

LOVES PDA! Melone will also tongue-kiss you in public if you let him!

Notice how I keep saying ‘if you let him’. Give him an inch and he’ll press you for a mile, so if there are boundaries you would like to establish, please do, cuz he sure as hell won’t, just saying!

When it comes to sex, Melone is a dick and coochie sensei. Oral is his favorite thing to do, probably enjoys giving more than receiving to be honest. I’d say he’s pretty much mastered sex for what it is. 

That being said, if he’s ever talking out of his neck, just invite him to put his mouth to better use. He’ll even thank you for your gracious request.

Formaggio is next 💀 

According to my JoJo compatriots from discord, he’s like the Optimus Prime of fuckboi’s so let’s ride that wave for a bit! LMAO

I hope it doesn’t come as a surprise that Formaggio is pretty shameless. He will send you a dick pic on Sunday morning before church and have the audacity to say “Just wanted to bless you real quick”. 

@autumn-kouhai mentioned him giving his s/o sickly sweet pet names and I just have to agree. 

Expect to be hit upside the head with: baby-boo, sugar plum, honey bunches, sweetums. I can imagine them becoming really ridiculous too like “the last piece of red velvet cake” or “cheddar bae biscuits from Red Lobster”

His catch phrase is “Got nudes?”

Send them, and he won’t be afraid to reply with something equally sexy. 

Be warned though, he will stockpile whatever you send him and then be careless with his phone. If you don’t mind Illuso’s snoopy ass seeing your nudes then by all means, have at it. Otherwise, send them through snapchat, so they disappear later. 

As far as La Squadra boyfriends go, he’s the most fun! Y’all don’t even go anywhere because man’s is broke. BUT, Formaggio knows how to have a good time without any need to spend money (my kind of dude tbh) you guys just crank up the tunes, dance, and get lit until the neighbors complain. 

Formi is also the CEO of jokes/memes, and will have you in absolute tears almost always! I literally tell my friends that funny guys are so dangerous, don’t sleep on them! They will make you laugh until your panties drop, it’s magic, I swear. Formaggio has that same energy. 

No matter how bad of a day his s/o is having, rest assured, he will draw the biggest laugh out of you.

Besides his fuckboi tendencies, his most redeeming quality is the fact that he’s super cool and fun to hang with. You’ll literally have a good time, always, because his energy is right! Very good vibes around this man, I swear! It’ll be exactly like dating your best friend, because essentially, he will be your bestie.

Formi has many moments of tenderness that aren’t sexually charged too—moments where the jokes stop and he’ll just rub your back or feet, this is usually when you aren’t feeling well and need some quiet. 

However, Formaggio won’t let you mope all day, he’ll pull out the big guns and call you his “sweetie baby” and when you try to resist he’ll say “What, I’m just tryna show you some love.”

He’s a good dude lmao I’d date a guy like him irl 😭

Pesci stans wya??! Let’s get into this baby boy. 

Pesci is boyfriend material, idgaf what anyone says. 

He is pretty much the least problematic to be with among all of La Squadra, even more so than Risotto (don’t argue with me). 

Pesci is hyper aware of your likes and dislikes and will literally go out of his way to make sure that you’re well and okay. 

Arguments are basically nonexistent and if they occur it ain’t coming from his side. 

I also think that Pesci has a lot of empathy, so when you’re going through something, he’s right there in the thick of it with you. If you’ve seen that meme that goes ‘when my gf is on her period it’s UterUS’ lmao that’s Pesci’s energy 100%. 

Sometimes, he’s more of a lover and not a fight, that is perfectly okay!

However, if someone tries up his s/o, say farewell to Mr. Niceguy. He will defend your honor to his dying breath. And with you in his corner, trust me, he’s not going down. 

A romantic at heart, Pesci will plan little date trips like picnics in the park or boat trips to Capri, actually, I’d like to point out that he excels in the art of date planning. If you’re the adventurous type, he’ll plan outings where you both will be more active, like biking through the city or renting a mop-ed and going sight-seeing. 

Because Pesci has a sensitive stomach, he’s very much considerate of what you both put in your bodies. If you have dietary restrictions or allergies, this guy knows all about it and will cater to you perfectly. 

A true gentleman through and through, he will never force himself on you, ever. In fact, he really doesn’t like engaging in anything sexual when you’re drunk or high, sorry if you’re into that! 

Pesci is the kind of guy who keeps up with your favorite shows.

If ya’ll have similar taste in media or literature, he will immerse himself in it so that he can relate to you all the more.

If there’s anyone who will entertain anime-related discourse, no matter how nonsensical, it’s Pesci. And he isn’t just putting up with it, he’s actively engaging in the conversation so you are always heard and validated. 

He’s an A+ boyfriend, that’s all I gotta say! Haters can stay mad :)

Goddamn Illuso... idk man.

I really feel like you have to have thick/tough skin to handle this guy, for various reasons. 

The first being that Illuso can be a bit mean at first. He’ll push your buttons on purpose just to see what’ll make you tick. Will tease the living heck out of you, always, kind of a bully lmao but not to the extreme, it’s just his brand of humor—and the thing is, he won’t be mad when you dish it right back, so it’s cool. 

Secondly, Illuso has big dick energy!! 

I mean rightfully so, because he is indeed packing! But my word, he ain’t humble about it at all! 

He is not above making jokes about ‘splitting you in half’. In fact all of his jokes have hidden, dirty undertones! 

His affection is shown through speech mostly. Illuso will drop subtle innuendos and provocations, half to see you flustered and half because he wants you to know how much he wants you. 

Illuso isn’t incredibly vocal about his feelings outside of ‘I’m tryna hit that thang’ but you won’t doubt that he loves you because Illuso doesn’t waste his own time. 

If he’s spending his time with you, you can rest assured that it’s because he wants to. 

Illuso is a voyeur and you’ll just have to understand/accept that and move on. 

He loves watching you and will even creep over to your place through the mirror world just to hang or watch you do chores. Loves to surprise you and give you jump scares lmao it’ll make you a tad paranoid but it’s also fun. 

Illuso is prone to random bouts of sweetness; it’s very sporadic, very touch-and-go. 

One day, you’ll wake up to chocolates on your dresser or new shoes, lingerie, or makeup if you wear it. I imagine that if you’re low on funds, he will even help you buy your groceries that week. 

It’ll surprise the hell out of you, but that’s just how Illuso is. He enjoys keeping you on your toes! 

He’s prideful and smug as hell, so he will definitely expect a thank you, because even if he does it out of the kindness in his heart, he also wants to hear that you appreciate him

Same goes for the bedroom scene. Illuso loves making you vocal, it’s his favorite thing in the world, so he’ll make a game out of doing the things that get the biggest reaction out of you. Like I said, it's that big dick energy at work here, smh.

Sorbet and Gelato in a polyamorous relationship with you? Let’s get it! 

We don’t get anything substantial about these two except that Sorbet follows the money, so these are all personal headcanons for how I see and write them. 

Here’s the juice: when it comes to you as their s/o, these two are possessive as hell. You are theirs and that’s that on that! 😭 Don’t ask questions, just go with it.

Sorbet is the chill one of the duo. He can be a bit smug at times, but he’s mostly a laid back dude who doesn’t get bothered by much.

When it comes to you, Sorbet likes to spend quality time with you more than anything, and will ask you to cook for him at your place so he ain’t gotta spend money. Oh? Did I not mention that I kinda think of him as a cheapskate? Lmao cuz I do.

Sorbet will come by your place just to steal your coupons from the mail then head out; you’re not using ‘em so why should he let them go to waste?

Gelato is the complete opposite; personality wise, I headcanon him as a mix between Melone and Formaggio lmao

But it’s not as crazy as it sounds, he’s cute and outspoken like Melone, while maintaining a free-spirit like Formaggio. One quality that I like is that he’s quite devoted to you and Sorbet. If anyone crosses either of you, goodluck to them!

I like to think Gelato’s also just really boujee and high maintenance. He loves to pamper and be pampered. You and him tag-team Sorbet’s wallet and go on spa dates together at his expense (not that he ever really stood a chance)

While Sorbet is cool with just being in the same room as you, Gelato loves hugging/cuddling with you and Sorbet—will definitely fight for the middle spot between the two of you on the couch during movie nights.

He baby, so let him have it lol

In the bedroom, I would salute anyone with the guts to take the two of them on. They both lay down that work, period. 

Sorbet gets his kicks from teasing and edging you (his sadistic side comes out a bit), while Gelato loves when you give him extra TLC. To put it short, they know how to take care of you, so there are no issues there. 

Last but not least, Mr. Risotto Nero himself.

Man, idc on the lowest of keys, he seems a little bit like a grandpa to me

The type to sit at home and do crosswords, has a bird feeder in his yard and plays old Italian hits while washing the dishes. It’s very domestic 💀 (I find it cute, whatever!)

As a boyfriend, I can’t imagine him suddenly being spontaneous or outgoing unless you drag him out of his home/comfort zone.

Be patient with Mr. Nero, and he can come to surprise you

After a while, it won’t be just you dragging him out and about; one day he’ll ask you to come over and you’ll be greeted with a nice, traditional, homemade meal

Pay attention and you will notice him watching your face to see if you like his cooking 🥺

After seeing his fight with Doppio, I must admit that Risotto is very, very observant, almost scarily so.

I can totally picture him pointing out random things about his s/o that even they don’t know

One night, Risotto may come up to you and say “I talked to your neighbor about the dog, they’ll keep it inside now.” And you’re just staring like 😳 how did he know the barking was keeping you up at night????

He’s sweet, and will take good care of you as a boyfriend should.

Very good listener, won’t talk as much but will hang on to your every word, I promise. He could even recite it to you verbatim.

He’s a big dude, that ain’t news, so expect to be swallowed up in hugs and sometimes even picked up (as a tall girl myself, I simp!!!)

Gives A1 piggyback rides, lol

ALSO RISOTTO IS HUMBLE ASF!

Big dick energy, but on low volume 👏🏾 after all, he doesn’t need to do much talking, because a night with him is more than enough!

Listen babe, you better stretch, do some squats, and prep in whatever way you can before Mr. Nero gives you that work. 🤐

Lowkey a freak, but it’s well hidden behind his ‘quiet giant’ exterior

So, who are y'all dating? Personally, I’m going for Formaggio and Pesci hehe

[rickriordanfandam]

opinions on riordanverse ; my edition

a lot of people have been doing this so i decided why not right. probably gna lose some followers or smth but anyways. pls respect my opinions! if u disagree, thats fine, but please be polite. unless any of my opinions strikes u as morally wrong then pls point it out to me respectfully. thanks!

- i actually liked drew. im so sorry to everyone who hates her but full offence, why. think about it this way ok, first of all drew became hc because silena died. silena was the traitor, the one who betrayed chb, yet after she died campers celebrated her as a hero? and then drew suddenly has to replace her and live up to idk that legacy she left behind,, when all of a sudden this girl named piper swoops in and takes her place. idk abt u but i wld be salty abt that too. not only that, but as an asian, the chances of drew having faced racism/bullying as a child is pretty high (she studies at brooklyn academy). which means that when she finds out shes a demigod, and arrives at chb where most of the campers are white (this is an assumption btw), she’d obviously be scared of being bullied for her skin color right?? so the first thing she wld do before the campers get to bully her is to bully them before they can do so. (sentence structure here is wack i apologize) ofc this might not even have happened, drew could have had a perfect childhood && was a b1tch for no reason, BUT EVEN THEN HER ROLE AS A BULLY WAS PRETTY VITAL BECAUSE THAT FURTHER SHOWED THE CONTRAST BETWEEN HER AND PIPER,, HIGHLIGHTING PIPER AS A HERO//GOOD CHARACTER,, AND THEREFORE MAKING READERS LIKE PIPER MORE. anyway stop hating on drew please. ALSO WHY IS THIS SO LONGA SDFJHG

- jason isnt bland, the fandom just kinda erased his backstory (thanks to @pjohoo-memes for the phrasing lol)

- reynabeth wouldnt have lasted/would have broken up several times. idk i just see them as two extremely powerful characters who have firm opinions and will definitely clash at some point. in a platonic relationship,, i can see them as really good friends but as lovers? idk i just think theyll break up

- PIPABETH

- i dont really like jercy,, i see them as better friends than lovers. also idt jason and percy were that close..?

- the dam and not my type jokes are srsly cringey and were never funny. ik that seems hypocritical since my username literally makes use of the dam joke but honestly i dont actually like the joke. its not funny to me and has never been funny

- the seven were not best friends. they definitely argued,, and honestly probably werent as close as the fandom makes them seem. like ure dumped with 6 other people, out of which u only know a few. my introverted ass would have jumped off the argo 2 quicker than leo valdez could bomb camp jupiter up. also leo was a dick to frank. so what if frank is bigger sized?? thats not a valid reason to tease him

- the fandom needs to stop hating on octavian while worshipping luke. if u hate luke and u say u hate octavian too, then okay. but if u tell me ure a luke stan but u despise octavian?? imma disagree w u. luke was worse than octavian im sorry. first of all, octavian being a dick was kinda justified. hes been after the praetor position for so long, and everyone keeps saying to “wait for jason” when suddenly this dude, whos a son of NEPTUNE (neptune wasnt liked much by romans), and the camp decides to make him praetor?? dude i would be pissed off big time. and then afterwards, he finds out that greek demigods are real and the dude they made praetor is greek. AND THEN GREEK DEMIGODS COME TO CJ AND ONE OF THEM BOMB IT UP?? octavian has been told all his life that greeks are scum and this dude called leo valdez attacks cj. sure it was an accident, but did octavian know that? no. so it was honestly justified that he was such a salty prick im just saying. also some of yall be hating on octavian for cutting a teddy bear open and thats the funniest shit ive ever heard i swear 

- luke didnt go to elysium

- travis and connor stoll r way too underrated. the two have been head counselors of the hermes cabin since luke was revealed as a traitor, can u imagine the stress? luke, the person they probably looked up to as a brother, betrayed them. and they didnt even have time to process this when they were  thrown the roles of being hcs. that would have been so stressful and i would probably have broken down if i were them. the stoll brothers taking turns to wake up at ungodly hours because a new camper is crying and homesick and terrified, the stoll brothers having to comfort and take care of new campers, having to deal with the amount of people in that cramped space because not enough campers are being claimed fast enough. having to resolve issues between campers in the hermes cabin all the time. the stolls arent just comedic relief, and we need to stop treating them as such

- tratie shldve been canon idc idc

- demigods of the demeter cabin arent talked about enough and i love the fact that meg was demeters kid. like she isnt the child of one of the big three yet shes so powerful.

- we need to hype clarisse up more her character arc was phucking amazing 

- rachel is overhated. sis found out greek gods exist and regularly come down to earth to fuck around and went “ok cool”. queen shit behavior methinks

- the floor 19 crew of mcga is srsly underrated. like do u even remember halfborn gunderson, mallory keen, tj, etc??? bc i feel like we only remember samirah, magnus, alex, and sometimes blitz and hearthstone

- sadie (tkc) was kinda annoying at first. i like her more now tho but i rmb not liking her for a phat while

- tkc and mcga need more love

- carter kane and jason grace arent boring. theyre just really sweet boys who are too good for this world and yes yes yes 

- hazel and frank (especially frank) need to be hyped up more. i hardly ever see anything about them. also yall seem to forget that frank was literally made praetor and that even hecate admired hazel and was willing to fight beside her because of how powerful she was

- frazels age gap is kinda sketch but i still think theyre really cute

- nico definitely had trauma from going to tartarus on his own

- GROVER IS PERCYS BEST FRIEND

- annabeth isnt smarter than leo but neither is leo smarter than annabeth. ive seen a lot of discussions about who is smarter and heres my hot take on it: neither. theyre equally smart, just in different ways. leos a genius mathematically speaking. he has no issues solving math problems meant for people much, much older than him. annabeth on the otherhand, is great at strategies etc. she can make an army of 1000 more powerful than the enemy, even if theyre outnumbered. so in my opinion, both are equally as smart//u cant compare their intelligence, because their talents lie in two different areas.

- while i do agree rick riordan isnt a god and that hes bound to make mistakes,, AND that hes given us a lot of representation,, if the representation offends the people its sposed to represent, then theres a problem. im talking about piper as a poc and wearing feathers in her hair. im not a poc, so i cant speak for them on whether or not its wrong, because i dont know either. HOWEVER, i have seen multiple posts BY pocs talking about how they didnt really like rick’s representation of piper, and thats an issue. pocs have been and are still oppressed and discriminated against by many. as a white cis man, we cant really blame him for not knowing (tho he could have done a research,, asked some pocs,, idk), but by representing pocs in that manner, hes influencing impressionable kids/teens into thinking “oh pocs wear feathers in their hair all the time” etc, which isnt true. the pjo/hoo series is extremely successful, and kids who read the books will probably start forming inaccurate opinions on pocs. the amount of fan art that depicts piper with feathers in her hair dont help either. “but rick said so in the books, so its canon” yeah well rick isnt a god and he can get some things wrong at times. im not saying we should cancel him, im saying we should start educating ourselves and not spread false info like pocs wearing feathers in their hair all the time. also that snake song shit where she sang Summertime was just- yeah. bc heres the thing you can be racist, and still include minorities, but portray them in a racist way. And even then, ignorance isn't a thing to admire. Getting those facts wrong still has a major impact. It continues to perpetuate racist stereotypes.

“ With the feather thing, I looked it up myself; it takes less than five minutes to figure out that Cherokees don't braid feathers into their hair. I didn't grow up in the country where my parents are from. I have many other first/second generation American friends who have also been through that, with a bit of a disconnect from their culture. But something that most of us have in common is that when we didn't know something, and when our parents weren't that big of a help, we looked it up. We sought out resources online and through other people from our culture to be able to connect more with where we came from. Some of that took a Google search. So I find it hard to believe that Piper, a girl who Rick's trying to portray as someone who is attempting to connect with her culture and is totally against racist stereotypes, wouldn't know that eagle feathers aren't supposed to be braided into your hair casually. She may be disconnected from her culture, but she's also shown to want to connect back to it. Piper wouldn't be casually braiding feathers into her hair while also telling off people for being racist. It makes no sense.” - reddit thread (down below) 

for those of yall who wanna know more please please read this, it has a lot of things i wanna add in here : https://www.reddit.com/r/camphalfblood/comments/gy3gl2/piper_mcleans_portrayal_is_innacurate/ 

as well as https://finding-my-culture.tumblr.com/post/189422373260/maxie-ratties-and-cattie-finding-my-culture 

i will be posting screenshots of these in future posts so if ure viewing this on ig and u dont have tumblr,, dont worry 

- the fact that most of the strong female characters in the series refuse to be “girly”, and ngl i dont really like that. just because ure girly doesnt mean u cant be strong. 

- piper would have been a great way for him to start making the strong characters act girlier, but instead he went with the “I’m not like other girls” trope which is quite obnoxious to hear constantly, and I don’t think it’s necessarily great for younger girls to read that idea growing up.  the closest we've ever had to a strong female character who was also into "girly" things was Silena. when I was younger I admired Piper's "I'm not like other girls" thing, but then I got older and realized that the whole mentality of "not like other girls" is super obnoxious, and a little bit toxic

i have a heck load more that i cant rmb rn but yeah feel free to add more 

[deviantofthemind]

Sanders Sides Ficmas 2020

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Dec 4: Holiday Movies - Anxceit  Rating: E

Virgil is cosied up for christmas break with his boyfriend in his parents otherwise empty house. They plan on nothing but eating an ungodly amount of food, relaxing and watching mushy Christmas movies. They don’t actually watch anything.

Finals week had been freaking hell on earth. Had anyone told him just how much it was, he may have reconsidered college. Virgil had been so stressed that the muscles in his jaw were sore because he had clenched his teeth so much. And now his calves and thighs were equally as destroyed because he had tried to run the stress out of his body, literally.

He panted hard, bent over, hands on his knees. The cold air burned in his throat and lungs and the sweat on his body made him shiver in the fresh winter wind. 

With his icy hands he had a hard time unlocking the front, fingers fumbling and numb. When he finally made it inside he was immediately surrounded by a cosy warmth. The smell of lasagna his mom had made this morning, before his parents left for their vacation, was still strong in the air. 

He generally was in a pretty good mood, the holidays were here, his boyfriend would be here in a few hours, he just had to get rid of the residue of lingering anxiety and, it seemed, he’d been successful with his run. He would take sore muscles and post-sports-starve any time. That was one reason, if not the only one, while he played lacrosse and he thought it was one of the reasons while Janus was into soccer.

Between the two of them they could eat a very impressive amount of food. Virgil would forever cherish the memory of Janus being invited over for the first time to have dinner with Virgil's parents. His mom, very smugly, saying, “I’m so happy to see you enjoy my cooking!”, after Virgil had them both dealt a third helping. It was probably the only time he’d ever seen his boyfriend blush. 

He stuffed a left-over piece of pizza into his mouth at once, checking over the content of the fridge while at it and found it to be satisfactory stacked. Sitting down on the kitchen island he willed himself to chew slowly and checked his phone for an update from Jan. Nothing yet, but Virgil knew he was on his way. 

The shower was good, Virgil lingered much longer than he usually would. He only got out when his stomach rumbled to signal for more food than just a tiny piece of pizza. Also, he didn’t want to miss the doorbell. He hadn’t seen Janus for almost three weeks after all and was a bit giddy with it.

He had a snack of another piece of pizza while he waited for his oatmeal to cook and just appreciated the quiet and newly loose muscles. He took the bowl into the living room, eating on the floor while he lit the fire so he could warm his cold feet in front of the fireplace and also because it was romantic. Jan liked romantic. Virgil might do so too, not that he would admit to that outright. On second thought, he probably had already when they talked about what they wanted to do for their break and Virgil had said he wanted to be alone and watch christmas movies. 

Just when he had shoved the last spoon into his mouth he could hear a car pull up into the driveway. It was a little embarrassing how quick he was up and unloaded his clattering bowl into the sink before he opened the front door.

Janus was just slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, smiling brightly as he walked over the short way to Virgil. He swooped him into a very nice kiss hello. Soft lips and gentle pressure. “Hi Virgil..” 

Suave fucker. "Good to see you, asshole." Virgil grinned despite himself, pulling Janus inside the house to kiss him again, a lot more sloppy. 

“You’ve missed me, huh?” Virgil had to nip that annoyingly handsome smirk off his face because turning around gesturing up the stairs.

“Wanna get rid of your bag first?”

“Would love to.” Jan still grinned that smug smile and before he could himself blush even deeper, Virgil led up the way to his room.

When Virgil had decorated that room at the ripe old age of fifteen he wouldn’t have thought that one day he might he coming home from college and maybe have sex with his boyfriend for the first time. In all fairness, he still had been fairly convinced that it would be a girlfriend back then.

He heard Jan snort on his laugh when he stepped inside the room after Virgil, letting his duffel fall to the floor by the door. The sound was nice. Deep, rich. It was more than nice actually. And it was what had endeared him to Janus in the first place. Now it made him a little nervous, not just because his incredibly cringey, teenage angst nightmare of a bedroom was on display.

Janus walked around the room, still laughing softly, downright giggling at one or the other ancient poster.

He turned back around to Virgil fiddling silently with the cuffs of his hoodie. “This is very you. Would have definitely been able to pick out this as yours under a thousand.”

“Is- uhm, is that good?”he asked, and it came out soundly a lot more insecure than he intended, making him wince a little.

Janus stepped back into his comfort zone, sighing softly, before kissing him again. Not as charged as before just...incredibly mushy and sweet. “Perfect.”

They spend the afternoon making some mulled wine, accidentally cooking all the alcohol out of it, too busy snogging on the kitchen island. And talking, mostly gossiping and venting. And it was good, it was exactly what Virgil had hoped when he offered spending the holidays together. Just, spending time, being comfortable, shaking off the stress and anxiety of the last weeks. 

They warmed the lasagna and got cosy in the living room later that evening. Shoveling his face with his mom's cooking and reminding his boyfriend of the first time they did. Janus did the endearing blushy thing again. Vorgil felt exceptionally good about his plans.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked when they sorted both their long limbs to get comfortable snuggled together.

They decided on Happiest Season and got about ten minutes into the stream before Virgil was distracted by Jans sharp jawline, feeling compelled to kiss and nibble softly until he could hear the breath of his very composed boyfriend hitch lightly.

“V…, Baby.” Janus hummed softly, using the nickname that never failed you make Virgil heat up all over. He let his mouth wander until he reached another pair of soft, relaxed lips to slip his tongue in. Jan gripped him more firmly, pressing him against his chest, heat trapped between them now, while they kissed. Things only got more heated between, the kiss downright dirty and open-mouthed and a little dizzying with the lack of oxygen. Both of them were hard, which was nothing new really, they often got turned on like that from kissing each other.

“Hey V..” Janus asked, right against his lips, gorgeous and absolutely out of breath, “Can I blow you?”

They hadn’t done that yet. Actually they hadn’t done anything really, except for rubbing against each other, fully clothed. Because Virgil had been to anxious about, well, everything, to do with having sex with his boyfriend. Jan had never pressed for anything more and he was intensely thankful for that. But he must have felt too that tonight was different. And holy shit, he wanted to get his mouth on Virgil's dick! He could actually feel his dick dribbling a little at that and had to hide his head in Jans neck to get himself under control.

“Fuck yes, yes, please, I’d like that.” he whispered. Again that irresistible laugh, but this time it made the unbearable heat in his belly even more intense.

“Okay, yes, sounding enthusiastic there, yes?”

“Yes, yes, very enthusiastic. Very.” he hurried to say when Jans fingers wandered to his waistband.

“Just making sure..” This time the heatwave came from his boyfriend smoothly sliding onto the floor between his outstretched legs, and it made actual sweat break out in the small of his back. The sweats were gone in an instant.

Shortly before Jan was about to strip him out of his pants he gripped his hands in a sudden bout of nervousness. They’d never been naked around each other either, what if- “Virgil, Baby.” Janus interrupted his rabid brain, “Stop thinking. I already know you are gorgeous and I want you, yes?”

He waited until Virgil cracked a small smile and confirmed that he could go on, still a little wary but also really, really excited.

In comparison to all the porn Virgil had ever seen this was incredibly sloppy. Nothing about it was tidy and very coordinated or anything like he had imagined from what he had ever seen. And it was mind numbing. Absolute bliss and it was over so fucking fast he could barely warn Jan.

“Fuck, Baby.” And again that incredible warm laugh. Virgil didn’t feel like examining how he was liking his lips while doing it or he most likely would have ended up with the next erection.

“Want me to..?” he gestured a little helplessly and dazed between his boyfriends legs which must have been a little funny because he was treated to another soft huff. “Don’t worry, V...taking care of it myself real quick. Just relax and savour that afterglow, yeah? We have all of the holidays if you want to  reciprocate.”

[albionjake]

My Friend Becky and What She Gave Me

There are so many cliches about exactly what I’m going to describe here. The big boy is ‘Live every day like it’s your last’. An impossible thing to do. Nobody can do this. The only person I’ve ever met who even comes close to doing this is my friend Adam but I’ve spent days with him where we’ve eaten too much KFC and watched a terrible film feeling horribly bloated. I’m sure he wouldn’t like his last moments to play out like that. However positive and go-getting you are, it wouldn’t be possible to live every single day exactly how you want to. That phrase is often followed with something like ‘you could be hit by a bus tomorrow’. This is a weird one. We all know it’s true. We literally could be hit by a bus tomorrow. You could. You. Reading this now. You could be hit by a bus tomorrow. Unless you’re planning to spend all day in the house, in which case I am jealous because I have work tomorrow and I love staying inside all day and not speaking to anyone. It’s safe inside and people are dreadful. But it’s not only busses. Someone could be irresponsible on some scaffolding and drop a hammer. Down it goes. Right into your skull. Good day to you. You are dead. Anything could kill you at any moment. I may have mentioned that you’re safe in your home but you’re not are you. A murderer could decide to break in and kill you. Your housemate could be harbouring psychotic tendencies and pop into your room and stab you to death in your sleep. It’s always the quiet ones. Or your house could collapse. It’s happened. Houses have collapsed. Why shouldn’t yours? The last person to die from a house collapsing wasn’t expecting their house to collapse either.  What I’m trying to say is... I know we can’t live every day like it’s our last but we should certainly make the most of being alive. My friend Becky was the best. I know that everyone who has lost a loved one is always describing said loved one as the best thing ever and always going on about how special and fantastic they were. I know that. I know it’s boring.  But... Becky really was fucking fantastic. She was funny. She was so so funny. She was sarcastic and clever. She was loyal. She was not someone you wanted to piss off. She liked order. She liked to be organised. She would organise incredible get togethers with all of our friends. We’d have the most lovely parties because she understood the importance of friendship. She cherished it. She ate up every second she could get with her friends. I was lucky enough to be one of the friends. She treated time with me like it was precious. She had no idea quite how precious it would turn out to be. None of us did. But I don’t think anyone was as good at getting us together as she was. She was the perfect hostess, she was the perfect party planner and she was the perfect friend. Becky died in a car accident with no warning. There was no time to process it, no time to say goodbye and no time to prepare. But it didn’t take me long at all to realise what I had to do. I had to live my life in a way Becky would be proud of and not waste the time I was lucky to have left. Becky was by far the most ambitious of our entire friend group. She was going to succeed in anything she did. All I could think about after she died was that spirit. I couldn’t let that go with her so I took it upon myself to take some of her spirit and do better. Before Becky left us, I’d been sitting around, letting life pass me by, not trying anywhere close to hard enough to achieve my dreams. When she died, I got off my arse and stopped waiting for the life I wanted to come to me. I put myself out there, I worked hard, I got a full time job in telly and have been working in TV ever since. I’ve met countless friends that I adore, been part of some wonderful TV shows, met amazing comedians, seen an ungodly amount of comedy. I work in comedy on the telly. It’s my job. It’s so much fun and it’s my job. I get to work with some of the funniest people I have ever met. I’m part of a huge team of talented comedy TV idiots and we all have the best time.  I am so unbelievably lucky. I usually hate talking about that. It makes me feel embarrassed. So it should. I just fuck about with my mates for a living while other people do worthwhile things with their time. But the reason I’ve detailed it here is that I want you to know that the only reason it’s happening is because of Becky and her determination and drive. I want people to know that Becky’s life meant something and that she will never be forgotten.  Don’t get me wrong, I would trade everything to have her back. No contest. But I can’t stress enough how much everything I’ve achieved in the past seven years is down to Becky. I don’t personally believe that she is watching over me or that she knows any of this is happening. I wish I could. I do, however, know that she would be so excited for me. She loved telly as much as I did. We loved a lot of the same shows and she would have been thrilled that she could come along to shows and see the celebs in the green room afterwards. She would have been so impressed and so proud. I am so grateful to her for teaching me determination and giving me the courage to live the life I wanted. It’s heartbreaking that she didn’t get that chance and the only thing I can do is keep her spirit alive by continuing to live this ridiculous life the absolute best way that I can. We certainly had a few decent days and nights. I will continue to dance for the two of us.

x

[jerseydeanne]

Roseberrycupcakes~Addiction can be to anything ~sharing her personal journey with us

Regarding the drug speculation:

While JD and Skippy were respectful enough not to fuel false claims of Harry’s drug problems, I understand that there were other platforms (like the comment sections of multiple news outlets) that allowed such malicious speculations to continue. While only Harry knows what he’s up to every day, allow me to prove with objective and logical evidence that he’s not abusing illicit substances.

Those who falsely accuse Harry of drug use seem to use a picture of his dilated pupils at a recent engagement and his noticeable weight loss as “proofs.” While it’s true that certain illegal drugs cause dilated pupils and/or weight loss, abductive reasoning cannot be applied in this case. For one, while illicit substances like marijuana and cocaine CAN cause dilated pupils, many other innocuous medications have the same effects. Allergy and cold medications like antihistamines, ADHD medication like methylphenidate, tricyclic antidepressant like Elavil are just some of the oral medications that can cause pupils to dilate. Besides oral medications, there are eye drops that dilate pupils called mydriatics. Mydriatics are often used in ophthalmologic exams like fundoscopy. I don’t know which was the case for Harry, but I do know that it’s a hasty judgment to accuse someone of drug use based on one picture of dilated pupils.

If there are those, who want to insist that Harry IS using illegal drugs, allow me to remind you: cocaine may cause weight loss, but marijuana causes WEIGHT GAIN. Therefore, if his enemies want to use weight loss in conjunction with his dilated pupils, they would be accusing him of cocaine abuse, which is far serious than cannabis use. With films like The Wolf of the Wall Street, even the general public is aware of the elites’ use and abuse of cocaine. While it is true that cocaine is an excellent stimulant and helps people under time crunch finish their jobs, it is quite ludicrous to suggest that Harry would feel tempted to use such substance often enough for its effect to show during a public engagement for the following reasons:

#1. Cocaine is not a cigarette. It’s a substance capable of inducing behavior changes. If Harry were a shy introvert suddenly displaying over-the-top behaviors, these false accusations might have some legitimacy; but from what I know, Harry was always someone who’s outgoing and friendly. Unless his enemies are trying to suggest that he’s been abusing cocaine for years (which doesn’t hold ground, because he only lost a noticeable amount of weight during his short “relationship” with Ms. Markle), his mannerisms don’t support cocaine use.

#2. Pupils are often compared to camera lenses; they control the amount of light that comes in. That’s why our pupils constrict under bright lights; remember the times you used to look up at the sun when you were young (and not so young)? Intense brightness prevents our eyes from focusing properly; therefore, having dilated pupils from medications or from routine exams can be extremely uncomfortable to the patients themselves. In fact, patients are warned after fundoscopy to refrain from performing activities that require concentration (e.g., driving) for several hours. If Harry’s a drug user, he must know that his pupils dilate or at least that he’s uncomfortable under bright lights while under the effect of such drugs. As Harry’s engagements are not impromptu (at least not to him), why would he use drugs right before an event that requires him being under bright flashlights from multiple cameras?

#3. If the critics are still unconvinced, let me remind them that Harry’s a fully grown man working at public functions; yes, public figures are capable of drug use. I do not deny that, but to suggest that people around him are ignorant of his changes in behaviors or alleged substance abuse would be naive. Contrary to the popular assumption that people around Harry are “yes men,” I somehow doubt that. Harry’s not a politician or a businessman; he has a family reputation to uphold, and people who work for him know that. If Harry fails, they’re the first ones to be fired; therefore, even if they weren’t loyal to him on a personal basis, their job performance depends on his, and they would feel obligated to make sure he didn’t do anything compromising at a public function.

There was a reason I felt compelled to write out logical arguments against a silly claim. Even if Harry’s not the one suffering from drug addictions, people are reading these articles who ARE. Harry might be able to waive off those mean-spirited comments by saying their accusations are false; but what about the real addicts reading them? Who can lessen the shame these suffers feel while reading those comments that are actually relevant to THEM? Addiction is not something to be ashamed of; it’s something to be solved. The only shameful thing about addiction is the OTHER’s inclination to turn it into something shameful. The dangers of drug addictions don’t just lie in the drugs themselves; it’s the ADDICTION part that makes them so fatal and heartbreaking. Yet it’s sad how the society places emphasis on “drug” part of this massive problem. You can be addicted to literally anything these days–this is what makes addictions so dangerous.

As a physician, it’s a routine part of history taking to ask the patients if they drink or smoke. If the answer to either one or both is an affirmation, I’m required to educate them on the dangers of excessive drinking and smoking however mild and advise them–no, tell them–to quit; however knowing that quite a few doctors are the worst of the worst hypocrites in these cases, I like to educate my patients this way instead: “As a doctor, I’m morally and ethically obligated to talk about the dangers of drinking excessively and/or smoking and advise you to quit; but with my white coat off, let’s admit it–you can get addicted to anything these days. I can’t force you to quit something you don’t want to; because even if I can get you to, you can easily get addicted to something else. What I will tell you is that its ADDICTION and loss of self-control that makes anything and everything dangerous. If and when you want help, I’ll be here.” Practicing this repertoire was more effective than I originally anticipated. Because my patients didn’t feel ashamed to come forward with their problems, they were much more compliant. Even though I wasn’t their family physician who followed their progress, I knew they were doing well.

Like I said, you can get addicted to anything–with Hollywood scandals and #metoo movement, more people than ever are aware of sex addictions, but you can get addicted to even the most innocuous things. For me, it was food, specifically carbohydrates–bread, pasta, cookies, you name it. No one really noticed it; at most, my friends thought I was gluttonous when it came to junk food; everyone thought I was OK because I’m always the one supposed to be OK. Wherever I am, whoever I’m with, I was always the one listening. I’m the happy one. I’m the empathetic one. I’m the agreeable one. I’m the easy-going one. I’m the one asking how people are, how their day went, and what they want. While I knew some cared to an extent, I knew many–if not all–would freak out if they knew just how broken I felt. Everyone, even my family, though I was living a privileged life–a “perfect” life as my former best friend put it–and the instant I made any complaint, I was lambasted by my closest loved ones as being ungrateful or being naive. I couldn’t tell anyone–not even my then-boyfriend whom I deeply loved. If I tried to break out of the mold they made for me, they would accuse someone else of changing me: my family and friends would accuse my then-boyfriend, and he would accuse them. None of them realized that they were all perpetrators in forcing me into this box of a cheerful little sweetheart. Because I didn’t have an outlet, I turned inwards–I ate. I had no other way; I couldn’t drink, because even without the time constraints, it would have been fatal to practice medicine while under the influence. I couldn’t smoke, because reputations matter in hospitals. But no one can begrudge a hungry med student or a doctor for stuffing cookies when they’re studying/working ungodly hours.

No matter how innocent it seemed, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I felt ashamed, so much so that I would eat only when I was alone in my dorm or at my studio apartment; funny thing is, at the time of compulsion, the post-consumption shame seemed negligible. Soon, the vicious cycle began: eating to waive off shame, then another bout of shame following eating. My boyfriend at the time didn’t help either; if anything, he fueled it by insisting that we go out for a meal every night; he would buy boxes full of cookies and sweets instead of jewelry and/or flowers, and this was another point I wanted to make: wrong people, no matter how good their intentions may have been, will aggravate the issues you have. Indeed, shortly after I broke up with him, I went out for a meal, and I remember being shocked at the realization that I couldn’t eat the salmon steak in front of me, because it reminded me of the times I went out to Japanese restaurants with him. Whatever wave of nostalgia I may have felt at the time soon dissipated when I realized the wide array of food I couldn’t eat anymore without thinking of him. That’s how much I depended on eating to handle my stress at that chapter in my life.

The reason I disclosed my own experience with addiction was to demonstrate that even the most seemingly competent people can suffer from it. Like I illustrated in the above, Harry’s not suffering from drug addictions; but even if he were, it’s extremely cruel, not just to him but to other suffers, to make derogatory comments regarding the matter. ANYONE can suffer from addictions. If you feel like you shouldn’t do it, but you find yourself doing it, and you keep repeating such behavior, it’s an addiction. Plain and simple. From eating to drinking to sex, there are no bounds when it comes to addictions. We should all realize its dangers in our society and support one another instead of berating a public figure based on an assumption and making real suffers feel ashamed.

-Roseberrycupcakes (RCC)~ the struggle of today’s stresses, instant information, looking for instant relief from stresses turn to a variety of therapeutic substances such as fool, street drugs or practices. We want our brain to release the dopamine to feel good again, I have the same as RCC, looking at carbs to help me crash. Carbs turn into sugar to help sustain the brain, too much makes you crash. RCC is smart enough, to associate certain foods with reminders of past painful encounters and not wanting to go there.  To me, Peeps are like crack, keep them away from me they become my precious. 

Thank you RCC, she is going to become a great Doctor, I’m so proud of her. 

[ugh-supersoldiers]

The purest thing in my life is my love for Sebastian Stan

I’ve come to this realization in the last few weeks of my life, let me explain how:

For those of you who don’t know, I moved into university at the beginning of September. I’m a stressed person on your average day, but for the entire summer after graduating high school, I was an utter mess. I cried almost every night in the month before moving. I was going to be four hours away from home, at a school that none of my friends were going to, without my boyfriend whom I’d been with or two and a half years to help me channel myself socially, and was going to a prestigious school and was going to be doing work that was probably a billion times harder than anything I’d done before.

To be frank: I was scared shitless and had no idea how the hell I was going to make it out alive.

During orientation week, I cried myself to sleep every single night. I was terrified of the people on my floor who had seemingly already become fast friends whilst I just sat back and didn’t talk. Not to mention the constant need to introduce myself to about fifty people every day and the impending fear that perhaps I just wasn’t cut out for university after all.

I remember very clearly, the night before classes officially began, I sat on my bed, crying my heart out alone in my dorm at some ungodly hour in the morning (so I suppose it was technically the day classes began). I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t call Jack (my wonderful boyfriend who loves me to death) because, even though I knew he’d pick up, I couldn’t bear to wake him so early on a school night. I’d made a few connections with people on my floor and in my frosh group, but I was terrified that I wasn’t good enough for them because I wasn’t outgoing enough, wasn’t confident enough in myself to properly fit in.

Then I glanced over at the pillow sitting next to me, one with Seb’s face on it (which was actually a very joking anniversary gift from Jack, which he gave me with a smug smile and a cocky ‘I know what my girl likes’ that now holds copious amounts of sentimental value) and I thought about all the times I was stressed in high school and would watch videos of Seb being a complete goofball. After a while of debating, I unlocked my phone and ventured into the realm of YouTube, praying that this would work the same way it did for me before.

So I searched for as many ‘funny moment compilation’ videos as I could - and was intrigued and slightly shocked to find that I’d actually already seen most of them - and began my marathon. Within minutes of the first video, I felt a huge smile pull all the way up to my ears, seemingly out of no where. There were still huge tears stains on my cheeks from earlier, and yet here I was, sitting on my bed grinning like an idiot as I watched Seb mention for what must’ve been the hundredth time that he had to lube his way into the fake metal arm. But here’s the real kicker, then I started to laugh out loud so hard that I began to cry again - this time for much more joyous reasons. For the first time in months I felt carefree, and more importantly, I felt like myself again.

I felt like I could do anything, and I was able to fall asleep feeling more at peace than I had in longer than I could remember. When I got up that morning, I went to my lectures scared out of my mind, but with a reassuring little voice in the back of my head reciting a comment he left on a fan’s instagram saying, “Go forth. Go forward. Take a few breaths and onwards we go. There’s nothing more heroic in the world then that.” And I believed every word.

That night after I reluctantly did all of my readings, I decided to message in my floor group chat to see where everyone was. I found out they were all hanging out in someone’s room, and I willed myself to open my door, even though every bone in my body was telling me to shut it closed again and stay in the safety of my dorm. I walked down the hallways slowly, but it felt like too much so I turned back into my room. Then I tried again, but did the same thing. This went on another two or three times before I finally whispered to myself “Go forth. Go forward. Go forth. Go forward. Go forth. Go forward…” Over and over again. I think this worked both literally and emotionally, because the next thing I knew I was standing at my floormate’s open door. A chorus of ‘Gracey!’s was all it took to affirm my decision to push through.

Since that day, I’ve been to every one of my lectures, done every reading, found my passion in my drama lectures, interviewed with a local divised theatre company (and was recently offered a job!), and made some of the greatest friends I’ve ever had on my floor. 

Sebastian Stan, without even knowing it, has completely and utterly changed my view on the next four years of my life.

And here’s the thing; he may never know it, and that’s okay. This is just one story out of the thousands of lives that he’s touched with his wise, and resoundingly beautiful personality. 

So here’s my advice to anyone struggling; find your person.

Mine is Sebastian (and Jack, of course), and yours might be too, but maybe not. Find someone who puts a smile on your face when you think you’re incapable of even grinning, someone who makes your heart jump a little bit whenever they do something new, someone who you think is probably the sweetest person in the world. Find them and hold on to them, even if it’s from a distance.

All you have to do is pick someone that you know in your heart would be just as happy reading something like this about them as I know Sebastian would be reading it about him. 

Go forth. Go forward.

Never give up, you can do it, sometimes you might just need a little support from your sunshine to keep going when you’re at your lowest. And that it exactly what Sebastian Stan does for me. So thank you, Sebs, you’re my hero.