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northsoulss · 2 months

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i think i need someone older - elisa de almeida

(a/n: for @moonystoes & @oceangalore , both of you inspired me to write this smutty fic. (that one edit that you two went nuts over lmao.) hope you enjoy some spicy scenes!! <3 xoxo)

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smut below the cut! minors interact with caution!

a few years ago, as you were sulking in paris having recently been dumped by your ex girlfriend of a few years, you were swiping on tinder when you came across elisa. you immediately intrigued by her the moment you saw her. she was around 6 years older than you, but you didn’t care. she looked gorgeous and had pretty eyes, and hopefully treated you better than your ex. that was all that mattered to you at the time.

when you eventually got to meeting her after a bit of back and forth of texting, you were instantly enamoured by her. after a few months, of casual dates, she finally popped the question and you two have been dating ever since. she treated you like a queen, and you loved everything about her. unlike normal couples, you two were both a bit secretive about your jobs, not fully disclosing the exact details. however, this backfired on you the day you had to head over and meet your new team.

you dated her for a few months, just as you left your previous team to join psg, you came to the awkward realisation in the morning of your first training when you saw her getting dressed as well. this was the result of you never asking her explicitly what she did for a living, and she didn’t ask you. the first training was extremely awkward — you remember fidgeting around, realising that elisa was your coach. you took in her authoritative tone of voice, one that you never heard from her. the elisa you knew was gentle, and goofy. yes, she was serious when she had to be, but never like this.

“hello girls, we have a new addition to our team who came from __. please welcome her with open arms!” you saw a few familiar faces, but that did not help overcome the shock that came with the realisation that elisa was coach.

when training ended, you made sure to leave the last, making sure no one saw you go home with elisa. “babe, you never told me you were a football coach. my football coach!” that was the first thing you said to her the moment you sat in her car, surprised she was so calm about this.

“you never told me you signed on for the team i’m coaching.” she adds, helping you wear you seatbelt. she pauses for a moment, her face inches away from yours, before teasing, “at least i get to see you work out everyday now.” she pecks your cheek and sits back, leaving you flustered.

despite coming with perks of seeing her at work everyday, there were many cons to her being your coach. for one, she has to make sure to not spend all her attention on you. you remember distinctively that she told you once on the way back home, “listen baby, you’re not my girlfriend on the pitch okay? you’re my star player, nothing else, no strings attached.” being the two mature women that you were, you agreed, respecting the player and coach dynamic on the pitch. it was difficult to not call her “babe”, or “amor”, but overtime, you got used to it, even calling her “coach” sometimes at home to mess with her.

today however, was the day where the lines between girlfriend and coach blurred, and you were willing to take a risk with her.

you needed her, so incredibly badly.

you weren’t exactly sure why you did, but you just wanted her to yourself. you had your eyes on her the entire training session, watching her every move, from her arms that flexed when carrying weights for a demo, to her lips, that moved fluidly whenever she spoke about corrections that your team had to make.

“alright, that’s it for today. remember what i told you about your footing!” with that, your team mates began to slowly flood out of the changing room. normally you would follow suit, but today, you lingered behind. you wanted to pounce onto her the moment you two were together, but you had a conscience. you weren’t going to just do it in where everyone could see. so, you decided to do the next best thing.

when you saw her alone in the training room, back facing you just after all your mates left, you walked over quickly to were she was scribbling down some notes for tomorrow’s training. you took a quick glance at her side profile — her brows furrowed with concentration, her tongue slightly poking out at the corner of her lips, eyes narrowed at the note pad. you brace yourself for what you were about to do, expelling a breath of air before performing your trick. walking past her, you drop your towel, walking backwards so that your ass was up against her pelvis.

“what are you-“ her sentence gets cut off when her breath hitches, feeling you against her. bending down, you made sure to linger in that pose for a while, purposefully leaning into her, dragging your body against hers. you felt her hands dig into your hip, a warning glare sent your way when you gave her an innocent shrug.

“what do you think you’re doing.” she asks, her tone anything but nice. the plan is in action.

“sorry coach, i just dropped my towel.” you say with a smirk. her mouth thins into a line, her expression warning.

“mmhm. just meet me in the car, __.” she says, sighing whilst leaving quickly. you were afraid you might have pushed it too far this time, but the excitement that was coursing through you clouded your judgment entirely.

the ride back home was silent, elisa had her eyes trained to the road, her hand practically on your core. the more you squirmed, the harder she pressed her fingers into you, your breathing becoming ragged. the only reason why you pulled that stunt of purposefully bending down in front of her was just so that she would pay attention to you. you knew it wasn’t fair to ask that of her, especially since she was the coach of your team. you just couldn’t help yourself, she was your girlfriend after all.

“what was that little trick you did today?” that was the first thing she said when you two walked through the door, you breath hitching at her authoritative tone. she looks at you, but you refused to meet eyes with her, knowing that if you do, you would fall to your knees, begging for her to fuck you.

“what trick?” you paid no attention to her — you where treading dangerous waters, but you didn’t care. you wanted her riled up. you wanted her to put you in your place.

“oh don’t play dumb. you didn’t think you would get away with it did you?” she inches closer, and you move away, putting away your things in the bedroom.

“oh, but i didn’t do anything wrong, coach elisa. all i did was pick something up.” you batt your eyes at her, looking up at her through your lashes.

“what if someone saw us? i could get fired from my job.” she counters, hand reaching up to grab your chin. you felt a wetness pool in your core; your plan was working.

“then we’ll just be careful. you know how to play it safe, don’t you, coach?”you knew she couldn’t resist any further, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

“you’re going to be the death of me.” she states exasperated, and yet she had a smile on her face.

“take your clothes off, now.” she demands, eyes a deeper shade of hazel, every move she made screamed that she was in control. you quickly stripped, leaving you naked, and she fully clothed. she moves closer, each step she took foward, you took one step back, until the back of your knees hit the bed. pushing you onto the mattress, she crawls over to you, taking your knee and pulling you under her. she sat right above your clit, every movement she made caused a groan to rise in your throat.

the eye contact was intense, her eyes the boring into yours, reading your every move, she knew your body better than anyone else, knowing that when your breath hitches or speeds up, she’s doing the right thing.

as her hands trial up your body, her fingers drawings soft lines on your inner thighs, drawing dangerously close to where you need her. she doesn’t give you what you want though, hands moving away from your lower body.

“eli, please.” you whine out, but a strangled noise escapes your lips when you feel her knee pressing against your core. as you try to move to create some friction, her other hand holds your hip down, a sly smile on her face. she

“oh, you’re not in control now.” she leans in, her lips ghosting yours. “i am, mon amor.” her other hand caressing your face, thumb dragging your bottom lip down, causing your mouth to go slack. she loved having you like this, below her and completely dazed, at her disposal.

she trials her fingers up your chest, hands pinching and massaging each breast, causing soft whines to escape your lips. elisa moves at a painfully slow pace, her lips now sucking your nipples, tongue wrapping around each nub, swirling and lapping at it; teeth grasping it lightly, and pulling away with a pop. she looked glorious, her lips were swollen and pink, with a light sheen of saliva on her chin. you pull her by the neck towards you, lips crashing in a way that made you wish you went against her wishes more often.

“i want you, to ride my abs.”she breathed out between sloppy kisses, yanking off her shirt, her upper body only covered in her shorts bra. flipping you two around, she made you sit on top of her abs, your bare body on display for her to see. her eyes grazed your body, stripping you for whatever dignity you had left. you gulped, no words coming out from your mouth at her sudden dominance.

“you’re okay with this?” she quietly asks, eyes softening for a second to scan for any signs of discomfort. you pecked her cheek and nodded, the sweet smile on her face soon replaced with a devilish grin. you began to rock back and forth, every inch of her skin providing delicious friction to your cunt. your moans echoed through the walls of your bedroom, her eyes watching you get off on her. be it from the way your breasts bounced as you rocked yourself against her, to the way your legs trembled ever do slightly whenever she flexed harder beneath you.

god, you were gorgeous. your breath ragged, your skin flushed pink with hickeys littered all over your body, you were hers, all hers.

you could feel yourself on the brink of release, tightness building up at the bottom of your stomach. “i’m coming.” you whimper, hands coming up to grope your breasts to try and make yourself finish faster. you press yourself harder against her, and elisa feels herself become wet.

“do it baby, all for me.” with that, you came, moans spilled from your mouth, causing you to slump against her chest. she brushed your fringe out of your eyes, a gentle hand resting on your back.

“don’t think i’m done with you, miss star player.” she picks up your chin, a knowing look in her eyes.

“what?” you say, slightly disoriented from your orgasm, but from the way she undresses, you knew exactly what she wanted. moving yourself further down her body, you trialed hickeys down her body, sucking harder on the spot next to her cunt. a soft groan left her lips, her eyes closed with pleasure.

you make a silent plea for her to let you give her head, taking her finger and sucking it in your mouth. your tongue swirls around her digit, but stop when she opens your mouth and presses her finger against your tongue and lips. she watches and your eyes droop, you mouth something that sounds like face, but it’s muffled because of her fingers in your mouth. she smirks, removing her fingers from your mouth and using them to circle her clit, watching your eager eyes dance along her folds which are fluttering and wet.

“feeling okay?” she asks quickly, and you nod, heart fluttering at her warmth. you move closer, face practically pressed into her cunt. you lick a fat stripe down her core, feeling her precum coating your face already. she gasps and grabs your head, her fingers digging into your scalp. your hand reaches up to flick her clit, sending waves of pleasure that sent elisa into overdrive. as you continue to give elisa head, her thighs started to slowly clamping against your head, but you force them open, each hand on her inner thighs. she grinds up onto your face, your nose pushing against her clit, her body bouncing against your lips and your tongue moving in and out of her hole mercilessly.

the more you suck on her clit, the harder she grips your hair, causing you to moan into her. “don’t stop.” you needed no more encouragement, sucking roughly on her, your fingers now working on fucking her cunt. she finishes with a soft moan, her cum soaking your face. you were quick to lap her up, watching her come down from her high. you laid your chin on her stomach, looking at the way her chest rose and fell, her face full of fucked out pleasure.

“round two?” she asks while her eyes are still closed, smiling when she feels you press a kiss against her knee. you only grin back, pressing another soft kiss against her lips. “round two.”

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #elisa de almeida psg #elisa de almedia fluff #elisa de almeida smut #elisa smut #psg feminines x reader #psg feminines #psg women #lgbtqia #wlw love #wlw yearning #wlw post #wlw #woso fluff #woso x reader #woso fanfics #north’s rambles

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matiqore · 3 months

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YEAH. OH MY GOD. I NEED MORE ELISA FICS NOW.

@/gu1t4rz on tiktok!

#woso #woso community #womens football #elisa de almeida #psg feminines #elisa de almeida x reader #woso fanfics #wlw post

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gmmtvactresses · 1 day

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women of gmmtv for gmmtv 2024 part 2

bonus: non participants

names under the cut

from the top: jan ployshompoo, mook worranit, tu tontawan, godji tachakorn, jingjing yu, kapook ploynira, ciize rutricha, earn preeyaphat, prim chanikarn, piploy kanyarat, bonnie pussarasorn, emi thasorn, view benyapa, pahn pathitta, samantha ''sammy'' melanie coates, fah yongwaree, parn nachcha, myme nichapa, lookjun bhasidi & golf kittipat

bonus: milk pansa & love pattranite, pream nutnicha & jaoying krongkwan

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sparklee-selfships · 5 months

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🍒 maybe we could normalize just ignoring bits of our F/O's canon/changing them to fit our S/I's story aha;;

like F/O canonically dated another character? not anymore they didn't! it was actually my S/I this whole time!! haha ✨

#🍒 ✧ klee talks!#💉#specifically daan post because i dont want to deal with the fact he was married #elisa? more like elisan't. vanished!!!!#proship safe #proship selfship #proshippers please interact #selfship proship #antis dni #proselfship

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autumn-aton · 17 days

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I had a vision of a Lisa Frank/Forrest inspired doll custom and I had to sketch her. I need name ideas.

#ten likes and I’ll make her real #thoughts on the name Elisa Forrest?#yk like Lisa frank + Forrest #do NOT look at her shoes I’m bad at drawing those #sketch #monster high #lisa frank #monster high custom #doll #dolls #ooak #doll custom #my posts

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grantmentis · 1 month

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PWHL transactions (and other women’s hockey news)from this past week

-Ottawa signs Samantha Isbell, formerly a Boston reserve, on a ten day contract (x)

-Fanni Garát-Gasparics (Ottawa) is placed on injured reserve with a season ending surgery. Means she will likely not be able to represent Hungary at women’s worlds as well. (X)

-Mikyla Grant-Mentis, released from Ottawa earlier this month, signs as a reserve in Montreal. (X)

-Jordan Colliton joins PWHL Ottawa coaching staff (x)

-Switzerland, Canada, and Finland have all announced their women’s worlds rosters.

#PWHL #hockey #women’s hockey #Elisa Holopainen healthy for Finland will feed families #scheduled post #we back

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moonystoes · 3 months

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Oh it's definitely her lolll

#elisa de almeida #élisa de almeida #posted on fleur's insta

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wizard-eater · 7 months

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Ok more unposted wizard sketches!

From top to bottom @hummingbird-hunter @elisabewitch and @squid-wizard @d1nosaurpower

#the bottom one is from when skulkie was drawing the sea wizrds alliance but i only got as far as squid and dino pushing a shopping cart #Elisa yours was the warmup for that other sketch i posted a while back #had to figure out how to draw your wizrd #and Hunter i just like drawing your wizrd clown (and i posted it in the wizcord but i dunno if you saw it)#eater draws #sketches #wizart

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totallyhumanname · 4 months

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Elisa Willow

#academy's undercover professor #aup #i got a fake job at the academy #art #drawing #undercover professor #Elisa Willow #traditional art #I'm trying a new artstyle #I don't know if I posted this earlier because I didn't see it on my page

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frillymireille · 1 year

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Carrd/Rentry in the works(?)

Preferred names ; Tom or Elisa & Loki or Draco

Pronouns ; He/Him and Sie/Hir/Hirs/Hirself & It/He

Loki's main MOGAI blog

A blog we run with our friend !!

LGBTQ+ identities ; Transfem, Demiman (Demiboy), Pansexual and Demisexual & Genderfluid (man) Aroace Bisexual Homoromantic

DNI ; Discourse of any kind, TERFs/SWERFs, Racists, LGBTQ+ Exclusionists, MAPs, TransX/TransID, People who think "narc abuse" is real. See here for more (about Loki specifically!)

BYF ; We are both co-hosts of an introject heavy system. We also both have NPD and (possible) HPD. We have horrible burnout so requests will, unfortunately, be done slowly. We block freely if we don't like you for whatever reason, or we fit into your DNI.

#Elisa's posts #Loki's ramblings #Loki's genderous reblogs #Loki's gender coinings #mogai blog #mogai #mogai coiner #xenogender #xenogender blog #intro post #introduction #Elisa's coined genders #mogai promo

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northsoulss · 2 months

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taller than you - elisa de almeida

(a/n: just a short one!!)

you remember when you first met elisa, you were in awe of her height and her overall presence. being a more masculine and taller woman was one of the many traits that drew you to her. however, being the taller one in the relationship, despite it coming with perks — youre always asking her to take things for you, there are some cons, like how she always uses you as an arm rest just to piss you off, or holds an arm on your chest to prevent you from tackling her.

when you were complaining to a friend one day about her antics, she suggested to buy platform heels to give elisa a taste of her own medicine. you agreed almost immediately, face full of glee when your heels came in a parcel the next day. elisa looked at you weirdly as you skipped over to the door like you were receiving a gift on christmas day. you shut the door the moment the parcel landed on your hands, and you made quick work on tearing the box apart.

there in all it’s glory was platform 5 inch pumps that would definitely make your feet ache if you tried walking in it. slipping it on, you crept over to where elisa stood, her back facing you making a cup of tea.

“hi baby.” you leaned against the kitchen entrance like a cheesy romcom lead, winking at her with as much charisma that you could muster.

her jaw drops, taking in your much taller frame. you towered over her, so much so that you could finally place an arm on her shoulder. “how’s the air down there?” you say, pretending you couldn’t find her, which was something she did often to you.

“oh, you did not just pull that on me.” she says, threatening to get rid of the heels if you continued.

“oh you should pick on someone your own size my dear! look at you!” you lean down so that you were face to face with her, a slight sneer on her face. without warning, you picked her up with a groan, placing her on the counter. she lands with a yelp, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

“what are you doing.?” she manages out as you kiss down the column of her throat, a gasp escaping her lips as you nibble on her ear.

“doing what you do to me.” you say simply, giving her a blank stare. she only looks back at you, bewildered and silent, mouth slightly agape.

“you are getting rid of those heels.” she whispers against your lips, pulling you close by the waist to give you a kiss.

“don’t lie, you love it.” you purr in her ear, and she slaps your chest, pushing you off her.

“don’t push it, baby.” she says, her tone warning. you only laugh, taking off the heels and placing it back into the box.

“now that’s more like it.”

#elisa de almeida #woso fluff #elisa de almeida x reader #elisa de almeida psg #elisa de almeida fluff #lgbtqia #wlw post #wlw love #wlw #wlw yearning #psg feminines x reader #psg feminines #psg women #woso fanfics #woso x reader

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thoughtfulfangirling · 2 months

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"If you could turn one of these into an adult animated series."

I love Tumblr. I love Tumblr so much hahahaha. I do think everyone understood I meant 'adult' as in 'aimed at a adults' and not like, 'x rated' but hey it doesn't necessitate that it can't be that.

@kaban-bang You are valid

@sakialumei You are so very very valid valid!

#Elisa and Goliath deserve as much #and given the monster/human dynamic #some people might assume they'll just be platonically romantic #and I CAN'T HAVE THAT!#ahahahahaha #Am I at all surprised? No #I just don't personally have that huge or active of a following to necessarily expect it on My Post #XDXXD #la de da #poll spam #this tumblr place #fandom stuff #humor #delightful

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daydreamertrait · 6 months

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bees!!

#okay one more halloween post that ISNT clowns for once #the sims 4 #the sims 4 edit #ts4 edit #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims #my sims #elisa #tw bugs #tw bees #q

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princess-unipeg · 2 years

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I’m gonna say Elisa Maza because she was an awesome female human cop that didn’t need any magic gimmick to be a hero. She was also a biracial character consisting of an African American and Native American background. A real rarity for the time the show was made.

#my post #my posts #disney’s gargoyles #gargoyles #elisa maza #badass female characters

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sumn-somethin · 10 days

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Why I still love Olegsey Dushnov even after episode 5

This post contains mentions of homophobia, sexism, and misogyny.

This is gonna be a longggg post lol but TLDR: I am very aware of his flaws and I sincerely believe that his struggles are valid but I don’t condone his beliefs. I’m looking forward to how his character will develop in season 2.

This post will be formatted as follows: 1. Olezha’s actions from episodes 1 to 5

2. My theories and analyses + information from Leena's VK

3. Elaborating on my theory about Olezha and Anton's argument

4. Overall thoughts

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1. Olezha’s actions from episodes 1 to 5

It was already hinted multiple times throughout season 1 that he was not straight.

In episode one in the original Russian dub, he made a gay joke about possessing Dima’s body (which I will discuss in more detail below). He looked a little too happy when he saw Anton, which is weird considering someone just died. He recommended to ghost Dima the shower rooms of both the girls' and the guys'. He had a habit of pressing his index fingers together, making him appear effeminate (which I will also discuss later). He explained how he was “drawn” to Dima physically (played off as a joke) when the notebook was brought outside.

In episode two, he tried to hide his interest in theatre and dancing. (The video he was watching is actually a reference to the prologue of West Side Story! https://youtu.be/bxoC5Oyf_ss?t=215). He stared a little too long at Dima while putting on his shirt. He hugged the guy who insulted him multiple times even after accidentally leaving him on the train.

In episode three, Karina, one of the psychics, said “He had a relationship. Strong. Nobody knew. Complicated connection. Blind leading the deaf. Domineering, stately person…” Olezha didn’t want anybody to know about his relationship and asked Dima to stop the psychic. Later in the bathroom stalls, Dima told Olezha, “Come out when you’re ready”, which is a pretty cool usage of the ‘coming out’ metaphor.

In episode four, Olezha told Dima how he learned knitting from his grandmother. Later, he presses his index fingers again out of habit. He crosses his arms to restrain himself from doing so. Upon arriving at the grave, Olezha talked about how he wanted to be an actor but his father rejected the idea. In a short flashback sequence, it was revealed that his father disapproved of his son’s habit of pressing his fingers together. Later, Olezha discovered flowers on his grave, which were actually placed by Anton. Olezha asked Dima to give him and Anton privacy. The way they said “Hello” to each other hinted that they had history together.

In episode 5 while watching Psychic Battle, Olezha had a strange reaction when Dima mentioned Anton. Later, Olezha had an extreme reaction to how Olya dresses. Dima defends her but Olezha insults him, calling him a feminist. When Olya visits the dorm, Olezha insists on asking Dima about her clothes. Olya, offended, talks about how Dima reminded her of a certain ‘moralizer’ (Olezha).

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2. My theories and analyses + information from Leena's VK

“Окей, это немного по гейский но…” This is a line from the first episode that translates as: “Okay, it’s a little gay but…” At first glance, it’s just a gay joke. But after watching episode five, I realized that it’s a deliberate joke that is in line with his character.

Olegsey Dushnov is a hypocrite. Specifically, he's a misogynistic closeted biromantic asexual who believes in "traditional family values".

He’s insecure about the fact that he isn’t straight, so he overcompensates through a self-deprecating gay joke. This has to do with how his father, Mikhail, raised him.

Although the show only talked about Olezha’s finger-pressing habit and interest in acting, it goes beyond that. Olezha knew how to knit and possibly even did makeup.

Mikhail has very conservative beliefs and did not approve of his son straying from masculine norms. Olezha was conditioned by his father to live by his conservative beliefs. Over time, he learned to hate himself and anyone else who did not fit the norm, including his own sister.

Olezha and Olya represent the duality of not fitting society’s norms. One is self-hatred and the other is self-acceptance. Olezha, even after death, could never be truly himself. Although his love for Olya is genuine, the way he expressed it only caused pain for both of them. He hates how Olya dresses because other people might judge her. But mainly, he is jealous of her freedom. He is jealous of the fact that Olya is free to do and wear whatever she wants, especially now that her moralizing brother is dead.

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3. Elaborating on my theory about Olezha and Anton's argument

Going back to Olezha’s self-hatred, what if he was the reason why he and Anton fought? Considering everything I mentioned above, what if Olezha was the ‘domineering, stately person’ that Karina described? There’s the possibility that Olezha’s beliefs instilled by his father, were the reason why his relationship with Anton became toxic.

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4. Overall thoughts

I love love LOVE how My Student Spirit teaches the audience not to become like Olezha, despite being one of the main characters. He is a literal ghost of his own past, afraid of the future. He is someone who had no control over his life (and his ‘life’ in death).

Personally, this is the first time I encountered a character with deeply rooted internalized homophobia (albeit indirectly). I am blown away by how angsty and complicated and difficult Olezha is as a character. He’s hauntingly, tragically beautiful.

Olezha was designed as an introverted theatre kid who knew knitting and makeup and I was so afraid that he was just gonna be a gay stereotype. But episode five broke me in ways I could not describe. Leena definitely knew all the common character tropes and how the fandom headcanoned Olezha but the route she went with his character is insane. I can’t help but admire her.

Overall, I love you Olezha but you’re a loser and YOU SUCK.

(All images are taken from Leena's VK account. Sadly, I don't have the direct links to these images 😥)

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