#his homelife MAY be rough

[vesperione]

Speaking as a complete Max Jagerman stan,, the way the fandom has completely butchered his character. Did we watch the same show where he has an established god complex making him believe he’s better than everyone else or ,,,

#at the end of the day #max is a villain #based on the one line alone #his homelife MAY be rough #(I speak as someone who took that line and RAN) #but he definitely would not have forgiven the nerds easily if he had survived the Waylon place #and if he did #he’d have likely JUST stopped bullying THEM #side eyes Reese and PJ I’m so glad u loved guys #and we saw it with Callahan in yellow jacket #he’s likely started on Hannah behind the scenes #he wouldn’t have stopped w her either if that was the case #basically #tldr #the guys a villain at the end of the day and got babygirled and now everyone forgot the true meaning of his character x #and now #for some real tags #starkid #npmd #max jagerman #track 14 on FITF

[4reanaz]

CLASS 1A TRIO LOVE LANGUAGE

paring: deku, bakugo and todoroki x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: none that i can think of

Izuku Midoriya (Deku):

his love language would be acts of service(giving) and words of affirmation (receiving and giving)

he's a sweet heart he would help you clean you room if he sees it’s getting a bit too messy

he would help you with your homework if you needed any

this boy if he sees you sad he would buy your favourite snacks also get your favourite drink and talk with you about why your sad

he's a total sweet heart

okay now about words of affirmation

he would shower you with words bc he knows how to feels to be told your not good enough and no one by your side besides your mother

he would always make you feel loved and confident

Imagine you guys both are at the sports festival and your like fighting someone, he would yell

" GO Y/N YOU CAN DO THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU, YOU CAN DO THIS"

okay but now about him

he would like words of affection like he had been told many times that he’s not good enough or worthless

so maybe when it’s his birthday if you made him a cake or brought a cake that says " happy birthday to the future no.1 pro hero"

he would be really happy he may even cry Katsuki Bakugo:

his love languages are gift giving (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) and maybe physical touch (giving)

bakugo may have been praised for his entire childhood but

he started going to UA and all the incidents that

and also bakugo isn’t the type to give out praise

he's also not very confident about how he is as a boyfriend

so when your reassure him it helps him

now about gift giving

he not the best with words or physical touch

so gift giving suits him a lot it’s a way he can show his love for you

this might be a bit random but he would gift you flowers and chocolates for valentine's day

would gift you matching keychains and they would be something like this maybe

now about physical touch

cuddling sessions in your dorm or common room

he would give you back hugs, like imagine your making tea for him and you and he'll just come up and give you a back hug

while going to class you guys both would go holding hands Shoto Todoroki:

his love language would be physical touch (giving & receiving), words of affirmation (receiving), and  acts of service (giving)

we all know that shoto had an extremely rough childhood with his homelife

shoto would mostly love being encouraged by kind and loving words, but since he’s touch-starved so you could he's affection starved

he would let you touch him only if he trusts you

he would be the type to first build some after that maybe some physical touch

so give him some compliments or motivational stuff are gonna be good enough for him

when you give him compliments or motivate him in some way he would show a gentle smile on his face and like it’s so cute

now again about physical touch after you both build some trust he would start hugging you, holding your hand, giving you head pats and maybe even some light pecks

his touches are always very gentle and soft

now about  acts of service, most of them are school related

he would understand if your struggling with anything withe the class or the coursework and ask you if you would like to have a study date together

when ever you guys have study dates he always brings your favourite food

he’s extremely patient when he’s helping you

if you sick he would get you the class notes and buy you soup and medicine

#midoriya izuku #bnha deku #my hero academia #bakugou x y/n #todoroki shoto x reader #mha x reader fluff #mha fluff

[bwoahtastic]

oh!!! please charles telling seb and lewis that he‘s seeing someone and they‘re both excited for their pup but then charles brings home a max who is tattooed all over despite being so young and he reeks of cigarettes, and they immediately think he‘s a bad influence for their charles! max is just a misunderstood cutie tho….probs doesn‘t have the best homelife? and he‘s maybe got into the wrong kind of friendgroups before but he‘s doing better now and he‘s a sweetheart especially with charles! but pls lewis seeing him and he instantly goes no, out, because he’s protective of his kid. and charles is so sad and shocked, trying to introduce max to his parents and he knew that max may look rough but he‘s absolutely not!

Pllss Charles gushes about how sweet Max is to his parents and they are so happy he find a nice young Alpha! Charlss is so innocent and just a lil princess lol, so they kinda expect him to bring back a quiet nerdy alpha, and are super surprised to see Max, who is wearing long sleeves even in the super warm summer weather to try and hide the tattoos on his arms and he is trying tovhide the smoke smell with chewing gum and aftershave but Lewis and seb see right through it.

Lewis instantly growling and telling Max to go and Seb is just shocked! Max just going wide eyed and stepping back, muttering apologies abd looking so sad as he goes to leave but Charles rushes to him, grabbing his hand and bringing him back and squaring up against seb and Lewis, saying they at least need to give Max a chance!

Pls Max would be on his best behaviour trying to make polite small talk even though he hates how awkward is makes him. He is also absolutely sweating because if the long sleeves and Charles tells him to take it off so,he isbjust in his tshirt but Max knows Seb and Lewis are already wary, he doesn't want them to see the tattoos!

#asks #abo adoption

[goodlawman]

Who has more fun: outlaw Raylan or deputy marshal Raylan?

The answer may surprise but it is definitely deputy marshal Raylan.

Outlaw and Deputy Marshal are two sides of the same coin. Both come from a young boy escaping an abusive homelife and seeking solace in books and the old western shows on the TV at his aunt's house. Influencing the persona Raylan builds for himself in two different ways.

Outlaw has very little in the way of boundaries. He's killed, he's stolen. This wasn't a life he wanted for himself but at a point he chose Arlo's wellbeing over his own because in the moment of indecisiveness, he believed stronger in choosing his father because that was what he was supposed to do. He gave up the money Helen gave him to save Arlo from a situation of his own making and in doing so Arlo's troubles became his own, unable to escape.

When Raylan watched those old shows, he wanted to be the steadfast lawman doing right by the townsfolk and stopping the outlaws. Instead he became the outlaw and while breaking the rules and doing whatever suits offers freedom of a kind, Raylan had to become someone else to be able to live that life and slowly lost freedom of another sort. Brutal, distrusting, cold, less able to control the anger always burning deep inside like a fire down in the mines he only barely escaped. The longer he lives that life, the stranger the reflection in the mirror is to him. He does find brief moments of respite in alcohol, weed, and visits to Audrey's. He eventually finds that the life he lives allows him to break laws in order to do some good but he still has to hide it from both the law and the men he and Arlo now run with. Still, those moments, finding ways to help his community instead of harm like some kind of Robin Hood, are what the outlaw considers the real fun and breathes a little life out of him for all that has been drained.

The Deputy Marshal is the man that the kid imagined himself one day being only in a much more realistic way than his young mind couldn't quite comprehend yet. Art's not wrong, Raylan isn't the best marshal when it comes to their guidelines but he's a damn good lawman who believes in what is right and is willing to stand in front of what he believes to be wrong to keep others from harm. Most of the time he believes in what he's doing and the chase he excels at, tracking fugitives and beating them at their own games. One more fugitive in custody is one that can't hurt others.

Of course that life also comes with its fair share of issues. His personal life is a wreck of mid-epic proportions on a good day and trying to get through the walls his rough childhood and the job have built might as well require emotional dynamite. He wants to connect but he's not the greatest at doing so. He's lost what he thought he wants and isn't always able to see that what he might want isn't always good for him.

At the end of the day, the Deputy Marshal is truer to who Raylan is as a person, complications and all, rather than the Outlaw. Both have the deep burning anger, the stubbornness, the cadre of emotional issues, but the lawman pursues a path that Raylan did want for himself, thus having to hide from those around him less and in doing so he can engage with others more without having to worry about the façade falling away. Not like the Outlaw who is playing chess when he's sober and still trying when he's not, where a mistake could spell disaster for the precarious positions he finds himself in. Though point in the Outlaw's favor, his methods of self-destruction might be the only tally marks in his favor for 'fun'.

tl;dr mostly Deputy Marshal Givens because he can have fun being himself instead of someone he's trying to be seen as.

#p;; interrogation #sorry anon have a book as an answer

[unbe--weave--able]

L’amour fleurit

Sapphic Sutcliff Week: Monday - Flowers/Hair

Pairing: Nina Hopkins/Grelle Sutcliff

On Ao3

Night was already creeping through her window as Nina continued to arrange a bouquet of flowers carefully, studying the book beside her almost religiously, making certain that she had in fact bought the right ones. Ambrosia for reciprocated love, Forsythia for anticipation, Jonquil for returned affection, along with solid coloured carnations to say yes and a single white camellia to inform their mystery lover that they were rather adorable.All in all a rather positive if very yellow bouquet, nothing like the mostly red one that had prompted it. She sighed, pushing her glasses up her nose as she tied the whole thing off in a ribbon and left it in the vase that had taken up a permanent residence in her home. Hopefully her red-haired admirer would receive the message.

Retreating to her room, the tailor thought back on how this whole affair had started in the first place, how someone she wouldn’t normally have looked twice at had become so infernally important to her.

It had all started about three years ago now, in June of that year if she was remembering correctly (and seeing how much of a head for detail she had, she was most certainly right).

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“Madam Red, how wonderful it is to see you again!” The dressmaker called out enthusiastically, brown eyes flashing appreciatively over the red haired figure for a brief moment. It would never happen, she knew but one could hardly fault a woman for dreaming. The former baroness was a sight to behold, and an incredibly skilled surgeon to boot. Any sane person would fall for her. Behind the lovely vision of red trailed a black cloud of dreary dullness. A young man, effeminate certainly but still horrifically male, dressed in the most drab sort of butler’s garb with enormous round wired spectacles placed upon his nose darkening her doorstep.

She let out a low snort of distinct unimpressedness. Why was it that all the pretty ones had to come with the most disappointing people? After all, to her trained eyes it was quite obvious that the two were engaging in...more carnal pleasures with one another, given how the mouse’s eyes trailed across his mistress with the same sort of longing that Nina’s own did. Well, even despite his appearance, Nina had to credit him with good taste in women. Though in her opinion, even a blind man would be able to appreciate Angelina Dalles’ beauty, so that wasn’t saying much.

The vibrant red-clothed woman breezed in happily; chatting non-stop about the sort of dress she required, bringing Nina a much appreciated challenge for once, only to completely confound the tailor by requiring that her butler be the one to model the dress for her. Her butler?! A man? She was to be outfitting a man with a dress? Her brows raised slightly though she said nothing, merely ushering the drab little moth forward with a wave of her hand. He followed, eager as a puppy, causing Nina to sneer internally. Even worse than being a man, he was the simpering sort, always eager to please. So...wet. No matter, she would not let it be said that Nina Hopkins backed down from a challenge. She’d dressed far worse than this before in her time and was under no illusion that she wouldn’t do so again. After all, they couldn’t all be Angelina Dalles or Frances Midford. Sometimes she had to accept the men that came with them.

Whisking him off to her workshop behind a curtain, she stood him up, instructing firmly that he’d best not move lest she cut off certain vital parts before she turned to busy herself preparing the fabric. Though she didn’t notice, the butler’s face flushed a bright pink, eyes widening slightly at the brunette’s words, as though he were completely enthralled and enamoured by the idea of being so brutally maimed by the shorter woman. By the time she’d returned her attention to him the look had vanished, replaced by a nervous timidity that did nothing to endear him to her at all. Meek little thing.

For the next few hours she worked tirelessly, not paying heed to her mannequin. After all, if she didn’t acknowledge him at all then he may as well just be a dummy from a window rather than a living breathing person. He was murmuring under his breath as she worked and she had half a mind to tell him to shut his noisy mouth before she realised that his words were describing the type of stitches she was doing as she sewed him into the dress. Nina blinked in confusion behind her glasses, not often was it that a man knew anything at all about sewing. Certainly not about the type of things that she did and especially not in such a mystified voice.

That was...odd. Nina wasn’t certain how she felt about that. So she said nothing, simply continuing with her job until it was done. The dress was rough and entirely ridiculous looking on the man but she felt certain that on someone as pretty as Angelina, and once it was fitted properly to the woman’s measurements, it would look quite beautiful. (Though she was unwilling to admit it even to herself, the butler did actually look quite pretty, even in this unfinished dress.)

So she carted him out, allowed him to parade up and down in front of his mistress and definitely did not pay any heed to how natural it felt to see this man wearing such clothing, or to the fact that he seemed delighted to do so.

The madam appeased; and assured that a proper version would be made post-haste, the butler - mistress duet departed her shop. Nina let out a sigh, sad to see the vision of beauty having to leave so soon. She felt rather like she’d spent no time at all with the red-haired woman.

Once more however, her distraction caused her to miss the look of delight and happiness the butler had sent her way both after having finished the dress and after having taken it off of him again.

After that, her day had been much the same as it always was, more orders came in, clients came to pick up finished products and all too soon, the day was over and she was able to retreat home with her mind full to the brim with new ideas for a new line, for ways to improve certain designs she’d been asked to do. There was always room for improvement after all, especially when one made clothes for the type of people she did. Everything had to be absolutely perfect. This transcended to her homelife too, everything was perfectly in place because she had little time to search for tools should an idea appear to her suddenly. This was why she knew something was off the moment she stepped inside her home.

Like a sixth sense was guiding her, she made her way to the small kitchen and stopped dead, glasses slipping down her nose in concerned shock. The window was opened slightly, though she was certain she’d closed it that morning, and there, on the table lay the smallest bouquet she’d ever seen in her life, tied together with a red ribbon that clashed almost horribly with the flowers it contained. Camellia’s in varying colours, what she believed was heather and a single orange rose, open and beautiful.

Nina stared for a moment before going over to them and lifting them curiously. No note. What an odd thing to leave for her. To break into her house for even.

Shaking her head she cradled them to her chest for a moment before seeking out a bowl or vase to put them in. Someone had obviously gone to great lengths to get them here, it would be a shame to allow them to wither and die even if she had little idea of who could’ve left them.

Outside her window, a pair of unnaturally two-toned green eyes seemed to glow for a second as a concealed figure watched the gorgeous figure wander off into her home. But had anyone thought to look up at that point, they would've seen nothing more than the night sky, dotted with a million stars like freckles of gold across dark blue.

#sapphic sutcliff week #flowers #flower language #grelle sutcliff #grelle #grell sutcliff #grell #nina hopkins #sutkins #wlw positivity

[ashtheshortstack]

Garlic in the Cauldron - Ch 4

Garlic in the Cauldron

Adrien Agreste learned from a young age that witches were the enemies to vampires. He was taught to kill on sight, drink them dry, and never look back… however, meeting a witch named Marinette threw his entire world off balance.

Ch 4 - Witching Hour

Read on ao3

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Marinette flew on her broom as quickly as she could. She had to get home before her parents went to her room. If they checked on her and she wasn’t there then her ass would be doomed. They’d keep her under close surveillance and that was the last thing she wanted.

To her relief, when she opened her trap door, it was clear her parents hadn’t been there yet. She climbed down the ladder, throwing on her pajamas. Maybe, she could get a little more sleep before they came to wake her. Marinette rested in her bed, snuggling into the covers.

Tikki hovered over her, making the witch glance up at the familiar. The creature looked extremely guilty.

She gave her a smile. “Tikki, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad.”

“I shouldn’t have let you sleep out there. I just… I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to. When Plagg woke me up, I was furious with myself.”

Marinette shook her head. “It’s okay. I promise.”

Her familiar eyed her. Her paws went together. “This isn’t about ‘research’ anymore, is it? You’re falling for him.”

Feeling the warm on her cheeks, she glanced away shyly. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Tikki gave a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay.”

“R-Really? You aren’t mad at me?”

“It’s… dangerous.”

“I know. I know I’m so stupid for having feelings for him. I’m supposed to be responsible and protect my coven. And now I’m dumb enough to fall in love with a vampire,” she whined, covering her face in her hands.

Tikki shook her head. “Stop it. No need to beat yourself up over this.”

Marinette peaked up at her familiar between her fingers. “W-What? How could you be okay with this? You should be furious with me. I’ve let my guard down and put us all in danger.”

“Marinette, as much as I want you to fulfill your destiny… I love you so much more. You should follow your heart. If you care about him, then I support you. But there’s something you should know—”

“Marinette!”

She popped straight up when her best friend, Alya, shot open the trap door to her room. Marinette pretended to be groggy, forcing a fake yawn.

“A-Alya…? What are you doing here?” she asked quickly.

The red head crossed her arms, smirking. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I came over last night and you weren’t here. You’re lucky I covered for you.”

Marinette gaped. “I-I…”

“Where did you go?”

She shifted uncomfortably in the covers. Tikki gave her a warning glance. Marinette knew she had to keep this a secret from Alya. Nothing good would come of telling Alya that she was sneaking out to meet with a vampire that she just so happened to be falling in love with. Yeah. That sounded reasonable, she mused to herself.

Alya cocked a brow. “Uh oh, what’s that smile?”

“Nothing. I just went out flying. I needed time to think and clear my head.”

Alya didn’t seem to be buying her excuse. But instead of pressing her, she sighed. “C’mon, M. You’d tell me if you were sneaking out to meet up with a guy, right?”

No, she thought. Alya was nosey. She wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. If Alya knew she liked a guy, she’d demand to know everything about him. Even if Marinette left out the tiny detail of him being a vampire, her best friend would still find out somehow. The feelings she possessed right now were best left unsaid.

Marinette knew Alya just wanted what was best for her. Alya had Nino. And they were cute together. Madly in love, even. She knew that Alya wanted that for her too. To have that love with someone like she did. And Marinette was finding it on her own. Without help. Sure, maybe he wasn’t a warlock, but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t love him. Adrien wasn’t vicious or vindictive. Hell, when he had tried to act cocky and dickish when they first met, he was hardly convincing. He broke that character as soon as she met his gaze.

Adrien was warm… and loving. He just had so much affection to give. She didn’t know if vampires grew up in a loving household, or if it was just Adrien’s homelife that was rough and different. He had mentioned his father keeping him coped up at home. That must have not been normal.

Marinette jerked herself from her thoughts when she noticed Alya gazing expectantly at her.

“Of course, I would,” she lied smoothly.

Alya cocked a brow at her. “Are you sure?” Her eyes lit up suddenly. “Omigod! Was it Luka?”

“No!” Marinette said immediately, making Alya’s jaw snap shut.

Luka was a warlock in their coven. He was the elder brother of one of the girls in their training group, Juleka. Marinette admitted to having a small crush on him a few months ago. He was a sweet guy. They’d gone out to some of the festivals together a few times, but Marinette never felt that connection she wanted.

Hell, she even had trouble being around the guy now. Ever since she’d rejected him after he tried to kiss her, she had a hard time facing him. Marinette just had a feeling that Luka wasn’t supposed to be her first kiss. An instinct, maybe? She wasn’t sure. But she didn’t regret it now.

Marinette was confident her first kiss would be with Adrien at that point.

Alya cocked to the side, her hands going to her hips. “What’s so wrong with him? Didn’t you like him?”

“We just weren’t compatible, okay?”

“But he liked you!”

“Yes. He did.”

“He tried to kiss you!”

“Yes. I know, Alya. And I slapped my hand over his mouth and pushed him away. I’m sure that made him feel great!”

“You should give him another chance.”

“Alya, stop!”

Her mouth snapped shut. Alya’s eyes were wide as the two sat in a harsh silence. Marinette glowered at her from her bed. Again, she knew Alya meant well, but her methods were flawed. Marinette hated the pressure. They were eighteen. It was the prime time for witches to find their soulmates. Each witch had one. That one person they were destined to find and be with. It was hard dating within the coven. Everyone knew everyone’s business. It was rare that witches went through multiple relationships.

The fact that she and Luka dated a little and didn’t end up together was odd for their kind. But it didn’t feel right. Plus, Marinette’s destiny was always slapping her in the face. She didn’t really want to drag another into her fate.

With Adrien, it was different. He was a vampire. He wasn’t involved in the coven’s woes and prophecies. She knew she’d have to tell him eventually. But she wanted to wait a bit longer. She wanted them to get closer and act on her feelings before telling him the truth.

Before he had a chance to reject her…

Alya sighed. “Fine. But if you end up an old hag, then don’t blame me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When she told Adrien about the dating traditions of witches, she may have left out a minor detail. While vampires may be given off to an arranged marriage, witches begin to rapidly age when they turn thirty if they haven’t met their soulmate. And… they’d also live the lifespan of an average human rather than the normal life expectancy of witches. Every magical being had their catch. Nothing could have the chance to be almost immortal without having a consequence.

Alya climbed up the ladder, sitting at Marinette’s feet. “I’m sorry. I know you have plenty of time to find your soulmate. I just can’t help but feel guilty.”

“Guilty?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I feel like I’m practically shoving it in your face all of the time that I found my soulmate at fourteen. It’s why I haven’t been hanging out with Nino as much with you around.”

Marinette gave Alya a small smile. “Al, don’t feel bad for that. I’m happy for you, truly.”

“You mean it?”

Reaching over, she took Alya’s hand. “Yes. Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind seeing you happy, Alya. And I’ll find someone. It’s okay.”

Her best friend beamed. “Yes! Yes, you will, Marinette!”

“But,” Marinette cut in. “Remember, I have other things to worry about right now? So, I’ll have time to date when all of that’s over.”

Alya waved a hand. “Fulfilling prophecies, blah blah. Whatever. You’ll do it.”

“Thanks for your confidence in me,” Marinette said with a snort.

“You will, Marinette,” Tikki piped in. Her familiar fluttered to her shoulder. “You can defeat Gabriel Agreste just like the prophecy says.”

“I hope so, Tikki.”

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When Marinette finally got Alya off her tail, she headed downstairs to find her parents making breakfast for her. She didn’t know how she’d function with so little sleep. She had slept next to Adrien for what? Maybe four hours? The rest of the day of definitely going to suck.

Sabine smiled when she noticed the two girls ascending down the steps. She placed a plate of pancakes on the island smiling at them as they approached. “Morning, girls!” she chimed.

Marinette took a seat as her mother brought over two plates. “Morning…” she muttered. She was far too tired to continue making conversation. Alya literally exhausted her with the hounding of questions when she first arrived.

She placed three pancakes on her plate at a turtle pace. Marinette didn't want to admit she was exhausted. Maybe, she was coming down from an adrenaline rush after the panicked events of the morning. The witch drizzled her syrup, watching it drip down the stack. Alya watched her, seemingly amused.

When Alya grabbed a few pancakes of her own, Sabine returned with glasses of milk and a plate of toast. "Eat up girls! You always need to be at full strength. You never know when all of your training will come in handy," her mother said with a waggle of her fingers.

Alya nodded. "No kidding… I heard another coven was attacked last night. The vampires were forced to retreat because of the sunrise, but I heard it was pretty brutal."

Sabine hummed sadly in response as she made her own plate of pancakes.

Marinette's fork paused in front of her mouth. Her ears perked at the conversation. That was probably Adrien's clan… She assumed he was a member of the Agreste clan somehow. Or at least associated.

"Those wretched vampires are so disgustingly evil that it makes me sick…" Alya grumbled, stabbing her fork into her stack.

"Are you sure that all vampires are evil?" Marinette asked. She immediately regretted opening her mouth. Her mother and Alya both shared astonished and confused stares while Tikki glowered at her. Frantically backtracking, Marinette dropped her fork to wave her hands. "I-I just mean that… Has anyone truly researched into vampires? Learned more about them?"

Alya scoffed. "As if! If any of us were to come in contact with a vampire, our blood would be drained from our bodies in an instant! I don't think they tend to do q&as or make friendly conversation."

One does, she thought curtly to herself. There was no way she could ever reveal Adrien to them. They'd attack him on the spot.

Sabine nodded. "Yes, Marinette. Vampires are evil and unsafe. I hope you weren't thinking about doing something crazy."

Marinette shrugged. "I was just curious. My destiny is to defeat them, right? The more info the better."

Alya cocked a brow at her. "I think you're still half asleep."

A good excuse… She nodded in response, letting out an over exaggerated yawn. Marinette stretched, popping her bones as she did so. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I'm probably not thinking clearly."

Marinette evaded the rest of the conversation by stuffing her face with pancakes. She gave Tikki a nervous smile, who simply squinted at her in response. Her little arms were crossed stubbornly. Marinette knew she was in for a tongue lashing later.

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“Do you believe in prophecies?” Marinette asked Adrien the following evening as they laid together on her blanket.

Adrien turned his head to furrow his brows at her. “I’ve never really heard of any. Why? Is that something you guys do?”

“We have an oracle who made predictions. Every witch in the coven has their own prophecy and destiny that they’re supposed to fulfill.”

He seemed surprised by that. His eyes widened and brows rocketed beneath his bangs. “Wow, really?” Adrien turned his head, searching the sky as he hummed in thought. “No, I’ve never really believed in destiny.”

Marinette took his hand in hers. “I do. Definitely. It gives me hope that someday you and I could be friends like this every day. Without the fear of being shamed or killed.”

A silence passed between them. Adrien seemed to soak in her words as the stars twinkled above them. His fingers tightened their grip around hers.

Turning to face her once more, he smiled. “Is there a prophecy like that? Is that why you’re asking?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Someone is supposed to single handedly end this war between witches and vampires.”

Adrien gaped. “Wow. That witch must be really powerful.”

Swallowing, she agreed. “Y-Yeah. She is.”

“Oh! It’s a girl? Do you know her?”

Marinette was at a loss. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him that she was the one who was going to end this war. But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t bring herself to say “I’m supposed to kill Gabriel Agreste.” It was on the tip of her tongue. But the words wouldn’t come out.

What was holding her back? Why couldn’t she just say it? Why couldn’t she get it out in the open between them?

Sighing, she finally answered. “Y-Yeah. I know her,” her words were meek and timid. She worried he may catch on. Adrien was a little naive, she had to admit. But he wasn’t stupid. He could notice her acting strangely.

“Wow. Honestly… I can’t wait for that day.”

Her eyes widened, she turned her head quickly to look at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I want to be with you any time of the day. Whenever I want. Without having to hide in the forest,” his hand squeezed hers. “That’ll be amazing.”

“W-Well, I hope she can pull it off.”

He grinned, fangs gleaming in the starlight. “Me too.”

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[mockjesse]

100 important questions about jesse girard.

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

jesse thomas girard

Where and when were you born?

i was born in wilmington, north carolina on october 1st, 1988.

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

hans girard ( my father) has owned his own pub since he first came to america in 1986. he’s hard working, emotionally distant, and very a man of few words. hans only speaks when he absolutely has to. frieda girard (my mother) managed finances at the pub and was a part owner of a gift shop downtown. she was also very emotionally distant, but she was much more outspoken than her husband. she passed away in september of 2017.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

N/A ( i’m an only child, thank god )

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

now i reside in los angeles ( ocean park ), on my own in a 501 sq ft. studio apartment. it’s pretty cozy, i don’t think i’d ever upgrade, i like the space i have. my favorite spot is my balcony.

What is your occupation?

director/producer for the hit television show, countenance

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

i’m 6′3, 196 pounds, with brown eyes and dark brown hair. i live in oversized sweaters and jeans, but sometimes i’ll venture out in a pair of sweats and a t shirt, that’s quite rare. not as rare as formal attire. i don’t think i own a suit but i have two nice button down shirts and one pair of navy slacks. i have a scar that stretches from the bottom of my belly button to my left pelvic bone from a sledding accident when i was nine. i have two tattoos that are very hidden. one on my right hip ( a dara celtic knot for my maternal grandmother, who was irish ) and a vacancy sign across the right side of my chest ( a drunken decision )

To which social class do you belong?

upper class.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

shellfish allergy, and a few mental illnesses.

Are you right- or left-handed?

lefthanded

What does your voice sound like?

deep and often monotone. friends have observed that i sometimes use a german accent (much like my fathers) to refer to anything german or my heritage.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

“like”

“actually”

“literally”

“fuck you”

“don’t touch me”

“ok so”

“no”

“jesus fuck”

What do you have in your pockets?

loose change as always, my wallet, a pack of spearmint gum ( which i religiously chew ) and my keys.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

i bite my nails down to a nub. it makes everyone crazy. i nibble at them until they bleed. i crack my knuckles when i’m nervous. sometimes i click my tongue when i’m trying to avoid saying something I’ll regret. when someone is talking to me at work, i may walk away halfway through the conversation to do something else, not because i’m bored but because i have so many things to do and if i don’t do it now, i’ll forget.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

it wasn’t easy growing up in my household. you developed thick skin very early on, and you learned to rely on yourself. there weren’t many warm and fuzzy moments, but they provided all of my essential needs such as food, water, and a roof over my head.

What is your earliest memory?

probably my fourth birthday party at mcdonalds. i hated clowns. it was hell. i swear ronald had it out for me.

How much schooling have you had?

i got my bachelors at university of north carolina at wilmington and my masters at nyu

Did you enjoy school?

absolutely. it was an escape for me. home life could be very discouraging, i could show up on campus, take a test, and suddenly i felt better.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

i suppose my teachers and professors taught me most of what i know today.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

my role models ended up being directors i idolized growing up. my favorites are stanley kubrick and alfred hitchcock. i suppose you can call them role models. i want what they have, i want to direct thrillers and leave the audience on the edge of their seats. i think they each value suspense and storytelling, and i do too.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

i did not get on very well with my parents. i think my uncles and aunts were easier to get along with, because they have become much more collectivist through the years. they gave me most of my affection in my childhood. my grandparents gave solid advice so i valued them too.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

at one point i wanted to be a police officer but most little boys do. that dream vanished quick, i think directing came at age eleven.

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

i liked to watch movies. i hated tv shows. i would turn on hbo or showtime and just watch movie after movie while my parents worked. i liked to skateboard as a teenager, and i also took up photography as a hobby during middle school and high school.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

many people joked that i was a 40 year old man trapped in a 8 year old’s body. i was always very quiet, very observant. i never spoke unless spoken to, that was rare. i was very restless, i hated bullies. i would defend a kid i didn’t even know on the playground. i was suspended for many fights.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? When and with whom was your first kiss?

not popular at all, i was too quiet. i had a few friends in middle school and one good one in high school. i did not open up to a lot of people, so i think a lot of people took that personal. my friends in middle school were always studious but goofy. we drifted apart when we went to different high schools. my best friend in high school was nick staffield, who was a lot like me. we were both quiet and distant but we had this mutual understanding that we didn’t need to know what the other person went home to. he had a pretty rough homelife too. so we would go to the cinema after class or stay behind after photography to look at our negatives. my first kiss with a girl was with annaleigh winslow, she was my first girlfriend. it was freshman year. she had to make all of the first moves because i was really unfamiliar with romance. my first kiss a guy was with nick, our senior year. it unfortunately was one of the reasons we lost touch.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

not a virgin, no. i lost my virginity with a girl in college, freshman year. we hooked up at a party, i think her name was rachel. we didn’t do formalities. it was nice, and she didn’t expect much from me after, so i appreciated her. however, it set unusually high standards for hookups at parties. my first time with a guy was different. it was senior year of college and we went into it with no strings attached. he was some big jock so i went with it, i figured he wasn’t into relationships. but he also wouldn’t stop texting me afterwards. his name was alex, i think he has a fiancee now.

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

i think my first table reading of countenance was surreal. it made me feel like it was all coming together. i feel bad, i made very few notes to the actors, but i think i was immersed, completely.

Who has had the most influence on you?

i would say my professors from tisch and uncw. their input, their criticism, and their teachings have pushed me to be where i am today.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

my greatest achievement was getting a second season of countenance. i honestly didn’t see it coming, but i’m a pessimist.

What is your greatest regret?

not saying goodbye to my mother before she passed.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

i don’t know if i’ve done anything evil but i did sleep with a married professor...

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

just some minor tickets for drinking in college.

When was the time you were the most frightened?

i hate heights, so any time i have to go on a plane? i have a panic attack.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

one time i stretched during a presentation in grad school and my shirt button popped off and everyone started laughing and i wanted to die.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

i think i would open myself up more to people and relationships. it would have prepared me more.

What is your best memory?

i think when i got a call about a network picking up countenance. i was floored, i threw up.

What is your worst memory?

finding out my mother had passed away while i was filming.

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

pessimist.

What is your greatest fear?

i think complete failure scares me a lot... but loneliness keeps me up at night.

What are your religious views?

agnostic.

What are your political views?

liberal

What are your views on sex?

love it, but it comes with a lot of strings attached so i’ve been holding off.

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

nah i couldn’t kill. just seriously injure.

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

i think levels of disrespect are what lead us to be evil. i won’t dwell on it or expand because it’ll anger me.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

no but i do believe in love.

What do you believe makes a successful life?

i think setting out to do what you want and then accomplishing some or most of it is pretty damn successful.

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

i’m never honest. i hate telling others what’s on my mind, or how i’m feeling. it feels too personal, and it feels invasive. i’m selective about who i share with.

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

i think we all do. i was conditioned to, but i’m unlearning all of them.

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

i refuse to fucking sky dive because i don’t see the point of plummeting to your death and relying on a flimsy piece of cloth to save me ? no ? fuck that ? why do people like to fall out of the motherfucking sky?

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

uhh.. my friends. the few i have. if i form a close bond with someone, even if i don’t open up to them, i’d most likely take a bullet for them. i may be stoic but i’m a pile of mush inside.

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

i keep most people at a distance as a default. i don’t treat anyone poor unless they absolutely warrant it. i try to remain civil with everyone. with people i’m close with, my softer side is more common. i like to give them more of my personality to make up for my lack of affection or emotional availability.

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

i’m not sure i have someone like that.

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

*

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

*

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

no spouse, no s/o. it’s complicated.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

no i haven’t but i have experienced spells of infatuation and it’s probably the worst thing i’ve ever dealt with in my life. who likes to feel all that shit at once? jesus, what a mess.

What do you look for in a potential lover?

i’d really like.. someone who understands me without any invasive questions. they won’t ask me for more than i can give. i’m so inexperienced in romance so my s/o would have to be patient with me. i guess beyond that? a nice smile.. yeah i’d like them to have a nice smile.

How close are you to your family?

not very. i do speak with my aunts sometimes, that’s about it.

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

no family, i’m not really sure if i’ll ever reach that point in my life. it sounds terrifying. i don’t think i’m qualified to take care of another human like that. it’s miraculous my fish have survived as long as they have.

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

there’s some people in the crew and the cast that i might call if i absolutely had to. i really don’t like to rely on someone else, though.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

not really.. i mean once again i feel like one person might come to mind but it’s.. yeah that’s dumb, sorry. we barely know each other so i’m overreacting.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

my goldfish would probably miss me, they wouldn’t be able to eat, after all.

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

i don’t despise anyone. i dislike a few people. i think they all know who they are.

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

god i should avoid conflict but i don’t. i try to remain neutral unless i’m having a bad day, or if i feel like someone is being treated poorly. then the gloves come off.

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

i hate doing it, but yeah. i think my job has taught me that the only way to succeed is to take a leadership role. it drains me, but the outcome is always rewarding.

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

jesus fuck, no way. those convention panels shouldn’t exist. that’s my hell. i hate answering questions, especially personal ones. thank god, the business related questions are usually directed at me, while the personal ones are directed at my cast. otherwise i think i’d lose it.

Do you care what others think of you?

i think it depends on the person. i care what my family thinks. other than that.. not really.

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

i like photography and painting with watercolors. it helps with creativity so i never run dry. i get inspiration from the smallest thing, so it keeps me fresh.

What is your most treasured possession?

my projector or my laptop. i love technology so much, i wish i had something more meaningful but that’s what comes to mind.

What is your favorite color?

navy or olive.

What is your favorite food?

grilled cheese. i think i eat it more than i should.

What, if anything, do you like to read?

i think i just thumb through the classics, the most. steinbeck is my favorite author, sometimes i’ll read thoreau.

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

a movie with beautiful cinematography, a song with a symphony or large instrumental accompany, or a mini series.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

i think if you drew blood from me, half of it would actually be red wine. i love red wine. i drink a glass or two every night. i used to smoke cigarettes... i’ll smoke one after sex because i’m a walking cliche. i hate drugs for the most part. they never give me the thrill people claim to have when they take them. to me it’s a waste of time when you could have a better night with a bottle of cabernet.

How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

usually i’ll put a movie on my projector and i’ll pretend to start a book, but then i’ll just watch a tv show or something.

What makes you laugh?

i actually love certain vines. cute animal vines have a place in my stony heart.

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

rain ponchos are fucking atrocious.

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

i usually get up and paint or i’ll sit outside on my balcony and people watch with a cup of coffee. usually everyone’s drunk, so what more could you ask for?

How do you deal with stress?

i stress clean. or i stew about it until i can nap.

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

planning is sexy. a top ten turn on for me.

What are your pet peeves?

well there’s a special place in hell for anyone who doesn’t use a fucking turn signal when switching lanes.

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

usually i get up, grab a cup of coffee and a granola bar and head to work. if i wake up late and forget the granola bar or coffee, my coworkers are in trouble.

What is your greatest strength as a person?

i think my determination and organization. i believe that’s how i got my own show at a young age like this

What is your greatest weakness?

my inability to relate to people or my emotional capacity. it’s just low and i think i really miss out on a lot because of it.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

i think i’d be more open with my friends. tell them more about myself.

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

introverted.

Are you generally organized or messy?

organized.

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

three things i’m good at: my job, anything requiring creativity, & organization

three things i’m bad at: anything with hand eye coordination, staying in my lane, & responsibility.

Do you like yourself?

this is a loaded question. i like traits about myself. overall there’s a lot i’d change.

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

i would love one oscar, at least. i feel like i could easily retire with one (1) oscar.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

hopefully still at countenance, maybe wrapping it up and venturing into movies.

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

in my sleep. please @ god or something.

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

travel is always on my bucket list but that’s hard in 24 hours. i think i’d make a lot of phone calls and say stuff to people that i couldn’t say right now. i would want everyone to know exactly how i feel about them. i’d probably eat a whole bowl of cookie dough because you gotta go out in a blaze of glory. and then maybe i’d have sex one last time because it’s been awhile...

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

hopefully, my accomplishments on screen. i know i can also be difficult on set... but i’d like my cast and crew to think of me in a positive light... maybe have an impact on them too.

What three words best describe your personality?

witty, tempestuous, & protective.

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

stoic, tempestuous, & enigmatic.

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

ooc; honestly jesse ?! if you spent half your time telling others how you really felt, you’d solve 99.9% of your problems. it’s so hard to open up, but you’re missing out on life by holding everyone at an arms length, man !! please just @ people next time ? jesus christ dude.

#valencetalk #oh boy this is a mess im so sorry

[regrettablewritings]

Nevada ramirez for the ship thingy!!

Are … are you sure!? Asshole Nevada!?!? … Okay. I just hope you weren’t expecting as much sweetness as was in literally everyone else’s … Here we go

who is more likely to hurt the other?: Have you met Nevada Ramirez? … Actually, it’d be better if you didn’t. This guy is straightup nasty and has very few reserves to saying some mean shit. Unfortunately, sometimes the safety is off and you get caught in the crossfires, so to speak, and when that happens, he’ll feel awful about it. But he sure as hell won’t instantly display it (at the very least, not enough to his men.) He’ll apologize eventually and begrudgingly (even if he genuinely feels bad, Nevada is no good with apologies), but you’ve still gotta be one thick-skinned chick to put up with his crap all of the time.

who is emotionally stronger?: Nevada. There’s always the likelihood that his words have deteriorated your emotional state but even if we were assuming that he was sweet on you, it’d still have to be him: He isn’t called Trujillo for nothing. He’s had to fight tooth and nail and by the skin of his ass to get where he is today, and he’s seen and done enough fucked up shit for him to leave room only for the most intimidating of his emotions.

who is physically stronger?: Let’s be real here: he’s a drug-dealing thug, but he’s a 5′8″ drug-dealing thug who surrounds himself with larger, beefier cronies. Trujillo ain’t doin’ shit if he can help it. he’s already done his time doing the dirty work. Why do it yourself if you can have somebody else do it?

who is more likely to break a bone?: Nevada. Just because he’s not the strongest man on the block and because he usually opts out of doing shit for himself, he’s not above beating the ever living shit out of somebody if it’s real personal. Once he punched a guy so hard he broke the skin of his hand upon breaking the bone.

who knows best what to say to upset the other?: Nevada knows all kinds of words to tick you off. Hell, even when he’s trying to be good, he winds up saying something that makes you upset, which, in turn makes him upset because now he’s gotta figure out what the hell he said!

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?: Much to your shock … Nevada. Yeah. Big bad Trujillo. More than half the time, he’s the one who causes shit be it intentional or not. And on top of that, as much of a walking garbage can as he is, Nevada has a code of sorts to live by. And he truly does feel awful about hurting you, he just doesn’t want to admit it. He’ll honestly hold off apologizing, putting up the front that it’s your fault, but he honestly never expected himself to win over someone who could outwait him. He’s actually pretty proud because you know exactly what you want. He might as well reward you with some “please forgive me” gifts and a begrudged, embarrassed apology.

who treats who’s wounds more often?: Nevada’ll be damned if you get your hands dirty or if you get too tangled up in his shit. He barely even wants you touching him when he comes home with any signs that he’s had a rough night. But your stubbornness isn’t something he wants to invoke the wrath of at ass o’clock in the night, so he’ll huff and plop down and let you patch up his wounds.He should probably invest in a doctor specialized for gangs …

who is in constant need of comfort?: You do. Nevada is not exactly a kind man, so sometimes he may hurt your feelings even when he doesn’t mean any of it. In those cases, though, it’s too late because you’ve been convinced you screwed up. As such, Nevada’s part-time job alongside his full-time one of being a gang leader is to offer you consolation in his own special way. Make of that what you will.

who gets more jealous?: Nevada. Oh, sure, you get jealous of all the women he winds up surrounded with at his clubs, but you know that in the end, he doesn’t even want to do anything with them. Nevada, on the other hand? He trust you – he just doesn’t trust any of these other assholes who keep leering at you as you work the bar. There have been more than a few times that he’s caught somebody flirting with you and had them beat up for it.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?: You. You can’t even tell if Nevada is making an effort to change, to be honest. He always feels the same, always cruel and blunt, just plain mean. A relationship with him is not likely to be healthy by much, if at all. And Nevada is very much aware of this. He’d pretend as though he doesn’t care if you left but truthfully, he suspects that there might be a tantrum involved and his mood would worsen …

who will propose?: Nevada. He believes that if he puts a ring on it, then the pendejos who keep trying to grope your butt will piss off once and for all. After all, who’d dare to try and fuck a gang leader’s wife? (Really, though, the biggest reason is that you put up with him and there’s something inside of him that makes him feel as though he’s stronger because of you.) He winds up renting out an entire Michelin Star restaurant because you once mentioned reading about it online. He has the chef prepare some Nevada-approved meals (this man has a silver palate and you can fight me on this) and for once, he’s well-behaved. You know something is up immediately. You enjoy this side of Nevada, no doubt, but it’s just so off-putting at the same time and you can’t help but ask him what he’s got up his sleeve. In fact, you ask a lot. But the more you ask, the more exasperated Nevada becomes until he finally snaps and fusses, “I was trying to be all romantic because that’s what those jackasses do in those movies you watch when they wanna propose!” It’s a very Nevada proposal to say the least.

who has the most difficult parents?: I…am gonna venture to say that Nevada’s homelife might have been a bit rocky in some respects. 

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?:Surprisingly, Nevada does, but it’s mostly to show who you “belong to.” At first. It doesn’t take long until that’s just what he says, but really he just enjoys holding your hand. It’s one of the few normal things you can do as a couple.

who hogs the blankets?: Neither; Nevada simply lays on his back and pulls you up against him and that’s how the both of you stay warm.

who gets more sad?: You. Even if it’s not caused by what Nevada may say, what he does can easily stress you out just as much. Nevada also gets quite sad, but he’s not allowed to show it lest he risk damaging his reputation as a stone-cold killer.

who is better at cheering the other up?: This is a weird one because Nevada spoils you in order to cheer you up, yet, you are the only one who can make him laugh and smile so many times. You’re not even sure what it is about you that makes him happier than eating grouper. You ask, but all he does is shake his head and mutter something in Spanish, refusing to look at you while he still is laughing.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?: Neither. Nevada may say things that hurt, but he’d never lay a heavy hand upon you. And you fear what slapping Nevada even out of joy might invoke.

who is more streetwise?: Please! Nevada “Trujillo” Ramirez rules these streets!

who is more wise?: You are, in a person-oriented sense. Nevada is definitely a very intelligent person, but he doesn’t make much of an effort to understand empathy in the same way as you, often restriction his capability to interact in a non-aggressive setting.

who’s the shyest?: Definitely you, and nevada will poke fun at you for it. But God help the poor bastard who tries to make fun of you as well or take advantage of you … Also, if you’re shy or have anxiety, Nevada is more likely to keep you close to him in public settings or at large gatherings. He’ll say it’s because he wants to show everyone you’re his, but genuinely he doesn’t want you to have a panic attack or anything because the last time you did that shit, it nearly scared him into having one.

who boasts about the other more?: You can’t exactly go around saying that your boyfriend is a kingpin. But Nevada technically does the most boasting, even when you assume he doesn’t really think of you like that. In truth, he’ll only brag to those with whom he’s close because he doesn’t want to put you in jeopardy at the hands of enemies. It’s usually in the comfort of his own home or at a friends when they’re relaxing, drinking high-end scotch and smoking. He’ll bring up how good his “old lady” is and while he may throw a few jabs at her, he ultimately acknowledges that she’s probably too good for him before smirking at how selfish he’s being by keeping you anyway.

who sits on who’s lap?: Nevada loves having you sit on his lap. Like, seriously. What better way to show off his beautiful girl then to have her sit on his lap, showing that she is undeniably with him? He gets to have her, not you!

#i don't think i'll ever know how to work with Nevada #we know he's capable of love but?? #it's very hard to determine how assholish he can be without promoting abusive relationships #i don't know if that's even possible for him . . . #nevada ramirez #nevada ramirez imagine #nevada Ramirez imagines #nevada Ramirez x reader #trouble in the heights imagine #trouble in the heights imagines #character hc meme #ship meme

[taonsil]

tw: depression stuff. this is an nd mess and probably doesn’t make any sense, I just want to get it out :{

this isn’t super relevant to this account but I don’t like posting long personal stuff to art acc..I just feel so aaaa about changing things. I’m changing all my art related acc names to something neutral and doing more work focusing on the other boys, and I hate it as much as I’m excited to do it and expand my work. it’s just how I am that I want to be The Most for whatever it is I love - once I’m into something I always feel like I could die any time so it’s everything, I‘m in it for life. I’ve loved hzt so much for so long, all I’ve wanted for basically my whole 20′s is to do my best by him and support him and somehow payback what he’s done for me, to be known as a hzt person - my art and the progress I made because of him has been a huge part of that. I wanted to be known as a hzt artist /only/, which is why I’ve not been forthcoming with drawing the other members. I don’t love him any less, but I feel like changing things will look like I do..idk. that shouldn’t matter as much as it does. since he left and all the drama following it and various other things, along with my homelife getting worse, it’s the worst thing to happen to my wellbeing and mh for years. I can accept it’s irrational and I can’t control that I’m like this, and cat’s been amazing and patient helping me through every rough patch, but it really made me sick trying to deal with it (and just him in general - it’s not exactly been a smooth ride. he’s not exactly a relaxed/relaxing person. I still can’t sleep when he has activities :/). I’ve been suicidal over it as recently as the start of this month, which isn’t his fault at all :c it’d be great to just like a thing and have fun. every hzt induced meltdown I have feels a step closer to me processing things and dealing with them better. reaching a point where I feel I can expand the content I produce (and I guess in a way on here too - finding comfort in and blogging more about the other members more freely was something I couldn’t do easily either, despite being not all that subtly in love w pcy for like 5yrs), it’s technically a really good thing, it means I’m stronger and getting more back on track and less entirely reliant. after this long it’s just really really really hard for me to start removing sutao from my profiles and replace it with a list, (n talk about liking others), n change my name from being only him, and change my work from not only being the most wonderful boy in the world that I owe everything to. I love all of them and always have, but somehow not prioritising one feels like letting down everything I’ve done since 2012

anyway !! the more I learn about my mh the more reassured I am that it’s ok the things I feel don’t necessarily make sense and however much I want to not be such a weenie it can’t be helped (the fandom I left for this one was the same. when I was eventually able to leave, this one was supposed to be fun, not end up the same OTL). I hate that things went wrong, and that a huge part of me Getting Better from a very bad period has involved creating some distance idek if it’s noticeable lmao I feel it is but literally no one is surprised (or cares! only I obsessively care) I’m more pcy recently.. but anyway it’s not like anyone following my art accounts is going to see any of this. it’ll just look like I changed. I just. didn’t do it lightly at all, and I wanted to say that somewhere :{ this is about a lot of things I guess. I feel like I’m at a good point to try and move on from how dark things have been, I just hate how tied up it all is in the things I love and the spaces I’ve always found safe. not being the same person I’ve always been is so scary, even if it’s only in small things like a different username and what perception that may give aa

#might make this private or delete later mleh #anyway I'm bad at short outbursts when I feel bad and good at long ridiculous things like this :// #sorry Im a loser OTL

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Do people actually speak to the school councillor? Has any of the FAM leaders got personal experience in this? What's the process like? I don't want to sound like I am seeking for attention but I feel like my mental health is deteriorating because I am so anxious everyday, so I'd like some professional opinion on what I am going through. Thanks FAM!

Hi there,

Yep, people do actually speak to the school counselor - I know because I have had first-hand experience with them. I can understand why you may have such concerns because at my old school, anyone who went to the counselor, everyone in class would end up knowing about them and nasty rumours would spread about why they were going to the counselor. That is definitely not the case in Mac.Rob! You don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t want to, and anything you talk about will be kept confidential unless it is considered a serious threat to your health and safety.

The process is quite simple. You can literally just walk in or send an email to set up an appointment time (preferred) with one of the counsellors. There are 3 counsellors:

Gillian Baldock (works Monday-Friday)

Pauline Ferguson  (works Mondays & Tuesdays)

Clare (also a social worker - works Wednesdays)

After an appointment time is confirmed, when you have your appointment/session, the counselor will just run through what they will keep confidential and what they won’t (e.g. if you were to harm yourself or others), and then you start talking about whatever it is you need to talk to about, with the counselor.

FAM Leader 1’s Experience: I started off with Gillian in Year 10 before she suggested I talk with Pauline in Year 11, who I’ve been talking with ever since. Gillian had been the one that had helped me get through my dark phase, when I didn’t think I would make it through school. I was going through a really rough patch, struggling both at school and home. I often described it to Gillian as “being Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole, how everyone around me knew what they were doing, and how my life was passing me by but i just kept on falling and i didn’t know when I would stop.” I spent a significant amount of Year 10 with Gillian, as she helped me to cope with what I was going through. It was hard to balance since I was involved in so many extracurriculars at the time. Gillian then transferred me to Pauline. By that time, I was super comfortable with talking to the counselors and I was just an open book at that stage. Pauline and I would talk like we’re friends. She’s great! We have like inside jokes and it’s just comfortable to talk to her. It’s really no different from talking to my friends, at least for me. It’s really up to you how informal you wish your relationship with the counselors you wish you to be - like you call them by their first names.

You’re more than welcome to visit them during class (by appointment first or if you tell your teacher first) and they’ll be able to provide a pass for you, if you happen to late for any classes or if you happen to be talking during lunch or recess and your session goes overtime.

The counsellors will be able to provide you with everything you need. Whether you have an appointment or not, their office is open to all students - by this I mean, you’re welcome to come in and sit there and make yourself a cup of tea or drink some water and just sit outside and take a breather. They understand that sometimes school gets the better of some students and combined with homelife and a combination of other things, a student’s mental health is often the first thing to go.

Don’t worry, I know what it’s like to be anxious and feel like there’s no one you have to go to, in the school, but there are the counsellors. They will listen to you, whether you want to talk, cry, ask for advice or just sit in silence. They will try understand what you are going through - usually done so through asking you a series of questions when you first come in and a relationship between  you and the counsellor will build from theirl; whether this relationship continues and in what direction, is up to you :)

Hope this helps you out!

And never fear, there is always someone that can help you out!

Love,

FAM xx

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