bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches
quick comic about a conversation my therapist said i should try having when im feeling bad (instead of isolating myself and using unhealthy coping mechanisms)
always feeling tired no matter how much sleep, wears hoodies, has dog eared books, very into gay academia, is a perfectionist, has ink-smudged pages, can’t cut straight, makes study playlists but never listens to them, passionate about social justice, can sleep anywhere at any time, studies for days on end but never feels like they’ve done quite enough, is best friends with all their teachers despite falling asleep in all their classes. is slightly chaotic.
tea:
has highlighters in every single colour, listens to lofi, loves binders but has trouble opening them, is learning 1000 different languages, loves lgbt+ movies, probably on the school council, always using reusable bottles, gets on well with everyone, is the mom friend, writes fast, their shoe laces are always undone, can recite vines off-by heart, has terrible handwriting & has fun socks that everyone compliments. has the best style.
hot chocolate:
trying their best, is a night owl, just wants to chill, buys 1000 journals but never uses them, studies to music with words, is best friends with the librarian, has a high chance of being lgbt+, has an unlimited supply of snacks in their bag, probably has an elle woods quote saved somewhere on their phone, everyone probably wants to be best friends with them, has great humour and is a meme encyclopedia.
overalls or dresses? garden or meadow? fruit juice or smoothies? rainbows or gentle rain? roses or sunflowers? chilly sunrise or warm sunset? platonic kisses or hugging? 80s pop or 70s funk? paris or thailand? ocean waves or active rivers? peaches or blueberries? hiking or skiing? amusement parks or thrift shopping? black cats or golden retrievers? late fall or early spring? neon signs or city lights? nature or space? tea or iced coffee? bold lipstick or clear lipgloss? laughing joyfully or smiling softly?
my favorite, oddly specific trope is when both the hero and the villain know each other’s secret identities and they wind up bumping into each other when they’re in civilian mode, but they can’t throw down (even though they both REALLY want to) because surprise! they have a mutual friend. so they’re just sitting across from each other at the dinner table awkwardly avoiding eye contact and desperately trying to dodge Oblivious Friend’s questions about what they did over the weekend because they can’t very well sit there and be like “oh yeah this weekend was fun, i went to the movies and then i threw a truck at this asshole’s head” or “not great, there was an issue at the bank and before i could make off with the money, THIS asshole threw a truck at my head”