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el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle · 15 days

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Reading your last post about the finale I agree with the rushed ending I wish we had more time both to explore armetty relationship and to have a proper goodbye to the rest of the cast (Marcela and Patricia were so wasted) the only end I liked was Mario.

I was wondering if you had any hcs about how that talk post reconciliation would go? Or the reconciliation itself and how you would have liked to see the side characters tie their storylines.

As always it is great to read your opinions and insights about this amazing novela!! I also liked the parallelisms and all the callbacks the finale has a shame it was, again, so rushed.

Hiiii! Thanks for the question!

Totally agree with Mario's ending, I loved it!

I had a similar answer to this question in another post, I will look for it and link it down below! I basically said that I would have loved for Betty and Armando to discuss everything privatedly. For it to be a moment of sicnerity, vulnerability, and a real discussion of what happened. Of Betty saying why she's forgiving him and willing to give him a chance but also her asking questions that we know she needs to hear the answer to from Armando himself (like "how much did you tell Calderón?" And things like those). I would also love for Armando to say what he wanted to say, fully. Armando spent the last few episodes chasing after her just telling her to listen to him and never actually got the chance to say anything. So I would have loved to see her actually listen to him with an open heart and the knowledge that what he's aaying is true!

I hate that the reconciliation looks like a middle school spectacle, so I would have liked it better if Betty went to Production, asked to talk with Armando in private, and they went to her office. The Cuartel, Freddy and likely Wilson coild have been hearing through the closed door and be the comedic relief AFTER the private talk is over. Just something much more emotional!

Regarding other characters' endings, I would have loved to see

A much more emotional leave for Marcela. Not just a random flashaback of an emotionless "I have nothing else to do here." A real goodbye. Marcela seeing her late dad's living dream for a final time, perhaps with some memories or a little speech to herself, and then leaving.

Efraín and Sofía having a cordial relationship. Him becoming more responsible. That's what the Jail scene seemed to point towards, but Efraín and Sofía quickle fell back to old patterns of behavior as if there hadn't been a whole scene where we finally see some real understandin, empathy and melancholy for a lovely past now lost. Just Efraín paying his part and Sofía being polite to him would have shown an incredible amount of growth

An actual party for Betty ans Armando's wedding! Not especially required, but I would have loved it so much. To see everyone (or mostly everyone) happy. Perhaps Nicolás meeting someone there!

Nicolás actually changing behaviors. All we needed was to eliminate that scene when he's being annoying and not letting that blonde model pass. That's it. We didn't even need to see an actual change, just NOT seeinf that scene would have been great! Could have let it open to the viewers' imagination if he learned or not, instead of straight up saying "yeah, he didn't learn shit" lol

I think that's it for now lol my main issue is the recpnciliation, but I'll link the post s9mewhere here when I find it!

Thank you for the ask🥰🥰

#ysblf #yo soy betty la fea #betty la fea #armando mendoza #beatriz pinzon solano #beatriz pinzón solano #marcela valencia #armando ysblf #betty ysblf #nicolas mora

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nathank77 · 1 month

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3/22/24

1:31 a.m

So I have this belief that I am seen as less of a person bc of my glasses. Idk if that's the way to word it.

I do not look at other glasses wearers as not people, or less of a person. I don't seen them any differently than people without glasses. Although I do not apply the same rule to me.

I mean to be clear when I see someone else with glasses, what I see is, a dorky person. A person nonetheless. Yet I do view them as less attractive, dorky and idk, just generally less appealing however I do see them as people and as equal to anyone and everyone else.

I see myself the same as other glasses wearers, in these ways, dorky, less attractive and less appealing. I feel like it's one of the main reasons I can't find a gf. I think people pre-judge me bc of them. Being bald coild play a role... but I think it's all about my glasses.

What was I thinking that Elise found me attractive or had feelings for me? She's so beautiful. She's sincerely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. How in the world could I have ever thought she found me attractive? She only knew me with glasses. Also she'd married obv that's the main reason she probably never had feelings. She could have found me attractive, married people find other people attractive. It's natural. Just cause you are in love with someone else doesn't mean you don't have eyes.

I remember she always used to say, "I wish my husband would wear his glasses." She said it about 10 times at least when I talked about feeling insecure about being a glasses wearer. I thought she maybe had a thing for glasses, not like a fetish or something but I guess some people think glasses are attractive on people.

I mean I remember her eyes and I don't think she lied. The way she said it seemed very truthful. I don't think it was to make me feel better either, I mean I don't think she said it to console me. I think she said it cause she wished her husband wore his glasses and it was related to what i was talking about and a way to say, "I dont find glasses unattractive, I might find them to be attractive on the right person."

Thats not why I thought she was attracted to me. I'm not even going to go over the reasons, why I thought she had feelings for me or why I thought she was attracted to me it's not worth dwelling on the past. Tbh I've worked through a lot of it. I still love her. I still would marry her. I'd still be her best friend and watch her kids so her and her husband could have a night out.

Either way I don't want to vent about how much I miss her or how much I wish she would talk to me. It's not worth it. I've accepted I will never know Elise. She will be essentially just a memory.

Anyways, when I thought she was attracted to me and it made me feel less insecure about my glasses..

That's not what's really important but it bothers me. Why doesn't anyone like me for being me? Why am I not attractive to people? Why can't anyone like me with my glasses? Why do I look at myself as less of a person for being a glasses wearer? Why can't people see them as sophisticated and look at you like you're intelligent and find that attractive? I wear them as a fashion statement for a reason. I try my best to rock them.

Either way, why in the world did I think someone as beautiful on the outside and the inside find me attractive? I'm not edgy. I don't have tattoos. I don't have additional piercings minus my gauges which I mean are edgy.... but I don't look "sexy," I look like a dork. I act like a dork. I am a nerd.

I mean check the boxes...

1) four eyes 24/7

2) no tattooes

3) no piercings

4) fucking gamer

I mean yea those are the boxes. And thats not just what she saw. That's what the world sees.

I can't do anything about my baldness. I can just stop wearing my glasses and it may help my appearance....

I could eventually get tattoos and other piercings and change things about how I look so I can be viewed as attractive to people.

Dorky nerdy guys don't find girlfriends unless they are rich. That's kinda the thing. I can't put engineer on my dating profile or scientist... so yea..

That's where I am right now emotionally. Beyond that my mother's long hair ended up on my Ray-Bans cloth in my glasses case who fucking knows why. I could clean my Ray-Bans but there is no case big enough that I own that I could put them into. So I can't wear them or use the cloth or touch the case for 3 days bc I'm working on my ocd.

I didn't get shit from Kristen but she did say any germ will die within 3 days. I'm not going to look it up. I'm not going to analyze it. It's 3 days so on 3/26 at 2 a.m I can put my Ray-Bans back on without cleaning them or being crazy about cleaning the case which will only damage the fabric anyways.

I can't work on my ocd bc all I talk about is hallucinating and how much it is ruining my life. Maybe one day that'll stop. I had a thing about dryer sheets, I would wash my hands like 6 times over touching one. I worked on that with Mike doing erp in like March but it was uncomfortable.... and it worked. I don't wash my hands or sanitize when I touch them now.

Too fucking bad I have had to completely haul my work on ocd just to cope with my hallucination.

Either way I feel less attractive, dorky and unappealing bc I wear glasses. I feel like no one in this world would ever like me for me and like I have to change my appearance to be seen as attractive.

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loving-han-jisung · 4 years

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My heart hurt seeing you so hurt...

Well I'm sure my heart hurts more

#i just... wish i could reach out to her to be at least friends again #but knowing life i won't ever see her again #and it hurts #it hurts so much #i hate loving her #but i just can't help it #whenever i think of her or see her picture my heart goes boom #and i hate myself for not making a move when i had a chance #that i decided to not be friends #i didn't know that not being in her life will hurt this much #i just wish i coild do something #but i can't #ugh #giulia 💕#askies

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legaciesgifworld · 3 years

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- and I use the pain 'cause it's part of me, and I'm ready to power through it.

#song is wake up for julie and the phantoms. ive been meaning to do this but also the frames are an experiment #legacies #lizzie saltzman #gifs #acelandonkirby #you do not have to reblog this or like it AT ALL. it didnt turn out great but i was trying something and i do like lizzie with those lyrics #cw legacies #and the lyrics under thr gifs are from a completely different part of the song than the ones in the gifs but they fit better than 'and #you use the pain cause it makes you you though i wish i coild hold you through it'#like those lyrics just didnt work as well so #oh and to my followers: you can have this since im probably not going to gif anything from that episode lmao #quote

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vampvelvet · 3 years

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saw someone taking pics of me today <3 they must really love my sense of style :3 /s

#the homo and transphobia a5 my school has been RAMPANT #anyone eho dressed alt listens to non mainstream music looks even the slightest bit lgbt gets:#called a slur; barked at; thrown food at; taken unwanted pictures of; at the very least they are laughed at #idk ehat brain disease these people seem to have contracted this year thats made them act like this #there must be someone or something thats telling them this behavior is okay #this is why i dont hang around after school unless i have a big group of friends eith me #if not friends at least other lgbt people #bc if theres othwr people there either they wont bother us or i woild stand up for myself and others #but jf im alone thats just entirely unsafe #but im jot gonna change how i dress or do my makeup or present my gender of be less proud of my gender and sexuality #cuz those things make me rlly happy and im not sacrificing that for some fucking losers #wait thats kinda a lie cuz im never coming out as agender girl bigender to my classmates #bc im afab so it functionally isnt an issue to be classified as a girl bc im half that. but like i wish i coild be out if it wrre safer #but everyone at school knows im lesbian im actually bi but again functionally im unlikely to date a man let alone from that school #if i hadnt come out years ago i wonder if i would even feel safe to come out today #anyways rant over #lgbt #alt #alt fashion #lgbt problems #gay rights

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tngrace · 2 years

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I so much agree with you. My main problem with this episodes was that they tangled addiction and grief together. I'm sure carlos lost close people to him before so he knows what grief is but they portrayed him like some dumb idiot and tk was portrayed like he didn't want carlos comfort at all in this scene with him turning his head away and almost being annoyed by carlos sorry comment. I hate this writing.

Well anon I agree and disagree with you on this. And i even went back to watch this scene a time or two to see if i coild agree with you more but here we are.

So let's go with what I agree with 1st: "I'm sure carlos lost close people to him before so he knows what grief is" yep I 100% agree with this statement. Even tho they're still young Carlos has lost someone somewhere in his life and he knows what grief is. No doubt. I don't know that they portrayed him as some dumb idiot per say but they definitely didn't give him a chance to even address tks grief or offer any sort of comfort/empathy/etc.

I don't necessarily agree or disagree with this next point: "My main problem with this episodes was that they tangled addiction and grief together." It kinda does go hand in hand for TK and I get that. No I'm not addict, but I get where his grief can be tied to his addiction. I get what they were trying to do with it, but I still think Carlos should've been given the chance to at least offer TK that comfort and empathy where the grief for his mom was concerned.

But I disagree with you on: "tk was portrayed like he didn't want carlos comfort at all in this scene with him turning his head away and almost being annoyed by carlos sorry comment." He didn't come across as annoyed to me. He came across as someone still grieving and missing his mother. People react differently to grief so I can only speak from my own personal experiences, but sometimes you just need that moment alone to cry. Sometimes you don't want your partner seeing you have that breakdown and that I understand more than anything. Do I wish that scene had lended itself to something more for tarlos? of course. do I wish TK had turned to Carlos and actually let him in more? Most definitely But we got what we got and hopefully Fan fic will feel in the gaps for us and do what the show writers couldn't.

#asks #911 lone star spoilers #im not going to bash tk if thats what yall are after #i love them both #i just wish the writers had done them more justice #anti tk strand #911 LST asks

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especdreamy · 2 years

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i'm sure making merch is like... a really complex thing esp if you want high quality stuff but some of them just.. seem like they've never tried to buy merch before. not crit or neg or anything because it feels like they're trying out new things but yeah. i just wish it was easier to give them feedback lol

I said I wasn't gonna rant but like. Well I feel like it's deeper than that. Putting it under the cut bc its long. Uh warning for cc crit if that upsets u y'know.

I personally feel it's less about "never tried to buy merch before" and more like...these guys have money.

I'm not saying I'm not well-off. My family is considered middle-high class. But even then I can't really afford stuff like impulse buying so sparingly, specially considering currency conversion and international shipping and all.

So while the prices might be pretty fair considering the quality of SOME of the merch they put out, they fail at giving a proper price range for any of the products - and this is INCREDIBLY important for those who can't go spending money freely, those who are just 16 yos that have no source of income or those who have not enough income to do that.

Merch drops come with, at best, 1 month of notice, and at worst they drop within a week from being announced. The items usually are marketed as "limited" "exclusive" "get them now before they're gone", not only that but it also seems like ccs are allergic to making restocks lol.

And like...a recent example that bothered me is Ranboo, idk when he said this in specific but it was in a stream over this past week.

At first, before Ranboo did his first "big" merch drop. He said that he'd want to do occassional restocks of items so everyone has their chance to get something they wanted. But in that recent stream he got asked about a restock of the Varsity Jackets, and he said something like "I'm not sure. Maybe one more time in the future, I want them to be exclusive"

And that's just. Well. It's a turnaround i didn't expect y'know? I understand that organizing merch drops might be difficult. But these ccs are multimillionaires, and there's no fucking way a restock could hurt them financially in any way, and it coild even be benefitial to profit more off people who were able to get a merch item in the second, third, etc release.

These practices promote impulse buying, they promote people spending more than they would be able to afford to get this "limited" merch. And it's just shitty and lowkey exploitative, I'd say.

I feel like it should be a bare minimum to try accomodate to those who don't have the capabilities to spend money freely all the time, a fucking price tag when announcing the products you're selling is not gonna hurt your sales. Occassional restocks of high-demand items are not going to make a dent in your income. But what am I meant to expect from rich, 1st world country, white dudes y'know?

#Dreamy answers #Girlbossjackie #Cc crit #Ask to tag

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angelfire115 · 4 years

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Such a surprise

It was an important day, a day to remember. It was Charlie's birthday, her 50th century one as well. It was pretty unbelievable for her that she's lived so long. Her parents promised to throw an amazing ball every century to celebrate the life she's lived and today was that day. Everyone was coming, her friends and family were all gonna be there. And all sorts of important people from all across hell. Other nobles and even a few overlords were going to go.

She was a little nervous, she had always been excited for her grand birthday ball but since her Happy Hotel announcement, she wondered if anyone outside her circle was even going to show up. Even if the king and queen invited them, would they want to see the disappointing princess of hell? She didn't even want to think about her seeing her father again. She was looking forward to a great time and seeing her mother but still, she couldn't help but be on edge.

During the drive there, Charlie sat with a nervous look on her features. Tapping her feet on the floor and playing with a ribbon attached to her golden dress, she fiddled and twitched, imagining all kinds of events that could all lead to disaster. Vaggie, her best friend, noticed her behavior and moved to her side. Placing her hands on both her shoulders, massaged them a bit to get her to relax. Vaggie: "Come on Charlie, it will be fine, you'll be okay, I promise".

Charlie looked up to her friend and smiled sweetly, Vaggie was always there to help and was glad she was always by her side. They've been friends for years and its been fun. Angel dust sat on the other side of the limousine, all dolled up himself. With that large poofy wig that sat snuggly on him and his long shiny dark pink dress with a slit on his right leg, plus all the make up, his poofy chest and wonderfully made nails. No one that's ever heard or met him could even guess he was a male.

With one last look on his small mirror he brang, he turned his attention back to the other two. He may have looked like he wasn't paying attention but somehow he was. Angel Dust: "Come one Char, you freak out too much, this is your birthday party you only have once a century, you gotta enjoy it". He was somehow being supportive, at least in a good enough mood to be helpful.

Angel dust: "Anyway, this might be a good opportunity to score yourself a man, someone that can even help you boost your hotel with their money, its how I get by". Charlie rolled her eyes and went back to pouting as Vaggie glared down Angel. Charlie: "I'm not using someone for their money Angel, anyway, I'm not really interested in relationships right now, I'll just have fun and get through the day". Vaggie smiled and gave her friend a side hug. Vaggie: "That's the spirit".

She may have calmed down on the ride thanks mainly Vaggie with some help from Angel but when she reached the building with the ball, her nerves started to build once more. There were a lot of people at the front, so many it was hard to see the front door. It was a surprise too, why would anyone want to be here? Was it because of free food or was it Charlie's parents? Could be any of those reasons but at least there were people to make the place complete. Not that, that was any more reassuring.

The place did look amazing especially on the inside. Chandeliers, large white and clean tables, decorations and lights filled the ceilings and a large beautiful sign saying "Charlotte Magne Birthday Ball" hanged up under a porch area where her parents were to make the announcements and speeches. The food especially was amazing, all her favorites on every one of them.

When she walked down the stairs is when everyone looked up, quieting the room. She looked around, now more nervous as she saw all the eyes eyeing her, judging her. She smiled to everyone brightly, a sort of greeting she was able to give on the spot. But everyone just went back to talking. Making it back down the stairs with a nervous sigh, she immediately ran into Niffty and Husk.

Niffty: "Oh Ms Charlie so glad you're here you look wonderful love the bow do you want me to get you a drink? Or food? Whichever one oh Alastor is over there with Lady Rose if you want to find him me and Husk are just gonna get a drink see ya later". And just like that, Niffty took off with Husk following behind. She always did that, speaking without taking a breath and not letting anyone say a word.

But it was noted where Alastor was. It wouldn't be hard to notice him since he's red and tall and she spotted him immediately. She felt a jolt of excitement, the more she coild stick around her friends, the more comfortable she could be. Followed by Vaggie and Angel dust, they were able to traverse the crowd of demons to reach the other two which were Lady Rosie and Alastor.

Charlie: "Al! Hey, glad you could make it". Alastor turned his attention to the call of his nickname and was able to catch the girl before she almost fell. Alastor: "Hello Charlie, glad to be here, thank you for inviting ma and dear Rosie here". Charlie turned and smiled to Rosie, Alastors friend and companion. She smiled her own toothy smile. Rosie: "You are such a sweetheart Charlie, I was surprised you invited me". Charlie: "Well, Al speaks about you often so I thought it would be nice to meet you and besides, any friend of Als' or any of the others are always welcome".

Rosie smiled a face of interest. Rosie: "Al hmm, how adorable, she gave you a nickname". Alastor smiled more as well, amused by it. Alastor: "Yes, she is a sweetheart". Charlie giggled herself, she always found it amusing of the nicknames people have her so she always tried her own nicknames as well.

The sudden sound of a microphone tuning, silenced the room. Up on a small stage under the balcony stood a tall slim insect demon wearing a long black dress. Announcer: "Hello everyone, I would like to announce the arrival of the king and queen of hell, who have a few words to say, please give a hand to the grand rulers of hell". Loud applause filled the room as both rulers of hell parted the curtains and walked forward on the balcony. As they arrived, everyone, except Charlie, bowed in respect to their majesties.

Lilith: "Thank you all for attending my beautiful daughters birthday, today is her 50th century birthday, a day I always can't wait to celebrate". Lilith's seductive voice sent shivers down nearly every males spine who were too weak to resist. Charlie looked up to Alastor who stood with a wide smile, seemingly unfazed. Charlie: *Typical*. Charlie couldn't help but silently giggle on how hardy Al is in ladies beauty.

Lilith backed away to allow her husband to speak next. Seeing her father sent her own shivers. Their last conversation didn't really end well, even thinking about it made her boil with anger and great sadness. Lucifer: "It is quite an exciting time, my daughter growing more great every day, well, without further adieu, let the event begin".

With that, grand music Charlie enjoyed sometimes, played through the hidden speakers. A floorr was cleared for those to dance. During that time, Vaggie and Angel mysteriously disappeared. Rosie also took off, from what Charlie heard, she went to go use the ladies room or something. Now Charlie and Alastor stood together, kind of alone. Charlie so badly wanted to talk, but something was stopping her and she didn't know what.

As for Al, he also stayed silent, not really moving at all or blinking. Charlie thought she may as well break through whatever kind of hesitation she was feeling. ??: "Well well well, its been a while Charlotte, how have you been?". A voice Charlie recognized spoke behind her. Absolute dread fueled her heart and soul as she slowly turned to face the one person she hoped to never see in her eternal life.

A grueling smile she always dread greeted her as she met face to face with Harold Von Eldritch, her ex. Charlie: "I've been great, Harold, how about you?". Harold smiled crudely as he met her eyes. Harold: "Likewise, wow, its been so long, you're still beautiful as ever". With an elongated finger, he slowly and gently stroked her cheek. The sensation made her sick as she tried not to cringe or flinch. Harold: "How about this, since we haven't spoken in so long, why don't we have a dance?".

Propping himself all gentlemen like, he hwld out his hand for her to take. Before she could refuse his offer and make up and excuse, a hand with very long nails grabbed her shoulder. Alastor: "Sorry dear fellow but me and Charlie here were about to go to the dance floor ourselves, so if you'll excuse us, shall we dear?". Her savior appeared in the form of red. Alastor finally speaking up, held out his own hand for her to take. Charlie smiled thankfully and took it, waving goodbye to Harold as she continued to the dance floor with Alastor.

Charlie: "Thanks for that Al, I didn't know how much I could take talking to him". Making it to the dance floor, they both swayed and danced with the music. Alastor: "Tis no problem my dear, I can't handle that pompous talker either". Charlie rolled her eyes, slightly laughing at his way of saying that. Charlie: "This coming from the king of pompous talking".

Alastor: "Hahaha, oh no my dear, my talking is way more defined then his". Charlie: "So you admit it then, that you are a pompous talker". Alastor: "I didn't say that". Charlie laughed and so did Alastor. They're laughter caught the attention of Angel and Vaggie who were gettimg drinks. Angel dust: "Well well, not what I expected, I did tell her to get a man but I didn't think that one. Kinda fits though if ya think about it". Vaggie became more tense, she never have and never will trust him, ever. And seeing him with Charlie made her blood boil. She just wished Charlie could see the danger.

Vaggie: "There is no way they are becoming a thing". Angel Dust: "You sure? Cause I think she's smiling her face off with all the laughing she's doing". Vaggie: "Uugh!". Too annoyed to deal with anything else, Vaggie moved away to somewhere she could relax. Meanwhile, both Charlie and Alastor continued their dance. Charlie: "Hey Al? How are you a good dancer?". Alastor: "Lots of practice dear". Charlie: "Really?". Alastor stayed quiet for a while, only following the song with a sway. But after that moment he stopped and placed his hands on Charlies shoulders.

Alastor: "My dear, how about we move to the balcony? There I will tell you my secret". Charlie: "Oh?". Guided by his hand, he lead her to the balcony area, alone. While they traversed the crowd, Angel spotted them leaving while drinking a martini. Angel dust: "And where are you two going?". When they made out, the warm air fueled by the burning lava from below was a sort of refreshing feeling compared to the air con filled ball room.

Charlie stretched her limbs, satisfied by the chamge of air. Charlie: "So what are we doing out here?". Alastor, walked to the balcony, leaning against it with Charlie following his lead. Alastor: "Well, you wanted to know hiw I can dance, right?". Charlie looked surprised, he was willing to tell her? Charlie: "Uh okay, how?". Alastor: "Well, my mother, she taught me. When I was young I wanted to go to a dance at my school, but I didn't know how to dance, my lovely mother taught me how to, it was simple at first, but after a while she taught me more. More of the difficult kind of dances, it was enjoyable, ever since then, I've loved dancing".

Charlie listened to his story carefully, she found it amazing and beautiful his story was. Charlie: "Your mother must have been amazing". Alastor stared off, in the blur of the moment of thinking of his mother, he changed to a gentle look Charlie thought she'd never see, from him especially. Seeing that sent something down her spine and shot her heart, nothing she would ever expect to feel in so long or so strong. Charlie: "Alastor". Alastor turned to Charlie, his gentleman expression gone in an instamce but Charlies' deep feeling still stayed.

Alastor leaning in his palm now, stared at Charlie with lowered eyes. Charlie coudnt help but stare back. Alastor: "Yes my dear?". Without thinking, Charlie leaned up and kissed him, right on his lips. The action of it, making his eyes shoot wide open, more open then he probably ever has done in his life. Charlie retracted slowly, her eyes low as she savoured the feeling. She didn't realize what she'd done till she looked back up at Al. Charlie: "I-I, Oh my god I, uh, um, Al,I I". She stammered on her words but it was clear she had no way of getting out of it so easily.

Her only choice was to abort so she left the situation, running back inside, leaving Al to contemplate on his own. Her face turning red, she stopped at the door to the balcony trying to hide her embarrassment. Angel dust, appeared from nowhere, mixing around a glass of wine. Angel dust: "Well, that went well how ya doin princess?". Charlie couldn't speak, only squeal in embarrassment which was a clear message to Angel.

Angel dust: "Alright alright, no need to get your panty in a twist, its ya birthday, come on lets get that red face sorted before you attract a crowd". Both started heading their way to the bathroom. Alastor however, calmly watched over the lava pools that swirled in the area. Alastor: "Hehe". Covering his own face, Alastor built up a red of his own. He was glad no one was on the balcony, he wouldnt want anyone to see it or at least get blood all over his nice suit. Wouldn't suit the eyes for the lovely princess Charlie. Alastor: "Oh Charlie, you are simply a mystery, having caused such reactions from me is unheard of but, still, I look forward to what you can surprise me with next."

Charlastor week: last day (I think)

#Hazbin Hotel #Charlastor week #Charlastorweek2020 #Charlastor #Alastor #Charlie #Angel dust #Vaggie #Lucifer #Lilith #Harold Von Eldritch #fanfic #oof #its late but here it is guys #my intake #Ill be better at it next year

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probably-writing-x · 5 years

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All I ask

Shawn Mendes

Based on All I ask by Adele

(Absolutely loving writing a little angst at the minute!!!)

What happens when drunken confessions don't work out right? When they fall onto sober ears that wish they hadn't heard them. When they are met with a bittersweet return. What happens when you wake up the morning after at rock bottom, far from cloud nine? And what happens when you see them again?

Here you stood in that exact predicament. Your hand was lifted in preparation to knock but it had refused to move the last few inches to do so successfully. It was mocking you, really. Taunting you until the moment you'd finally ask for access to a place you'd practically lived in for months, for years.

"Fuck it," You mutter to nobody but yourself, knocking against the door quickly and harshly.

The wait seems to last forever.

"(Y/n)," His voice sounds as soon as the barrier crumbles, "You never knock,"

There he stands. His hair is curlier than he ever let people see in public and it hasn't been styled, instead falling across his forehead. He's wearing that tee you bought him only a couple of months ago - no reason, just saw it and thought of him. He's got a hint of a smile across his lips and there's a dot of melted chocolate beside the scar on his cheek.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I must be losing it," You joke, scratching at the back of your head, "And you have chocolate on your face, idiot,"

Shawn laughs and watches as you walk into the apartment. Oddly, you seemed partially yourself. You'd made eye contact and you still looked like you. Maybe you could get past this. Maybe confessing your unrequited love to your best friend could be tackled. Perhaps things didn't need to change. It had been a couple of weeks now, maybe things had subsided.

What Shawn didn't know was that you'd promised yourself to act as normal as possible. And that, right there, on his doorstep, you'd left the heart you wished you could give to him. You'd left your one last hope of him ever returning that love. And you would pick it up as you walked out of this apartment... This time, for the last time.

"Alright, the chocolate and the strawberries and marshmallows and-" Shawn explains as he rummages through the supplies he'd collected, "I don't really know what these are but, these, and cookies and... Well enough to kill us, is all ready!"

You grin and hop up onto his counter in the usual spot that you sat at whenever he was in the kitchen. Like when he showed you he could juggle. And the next time when he tried to teach you...

But, from that spot, you can't help but let your eyes drift to the other side of the large kitchen. The exact mark where you'd fallen into his chest, pressed a hand against his heartbeat and told him that he made yours race. And you watched in slow motion - the joy slip from his eyes and your hand slip from his chest. Swiftly followed by you hurrying off to the toilet and bringing it all up - and you were still certain that the alcohol was not responsible for such response.

"So what's the plan beauty?" Shawn leans against the counter beside you, wiggling his brows.

'Beauty'. In what way? The beauty of your features? Or the beauty of your heart he couldn't find it in him to love?

"I want to go up," You comment, hopping down and grabbing some of the food from the island.

He grabs some too and follows after you, letting you lead the way up to the rooftop of this block. For a moment, just a fleeting one, as the night air hits your lungs, you forget all about him rejecting you. And you forget about having to tell him you're leaving.

You weren't scared of going. There was no way you could stay in Toronto if he was going to still be here. You'd never get over him and you already could see how much it would make you deteriorate. No. You had to get out, start fresh, and find a way to move on from Shawn Mendes.

But, for now, you don't want to say a word. You sit on the concrete rooftop and tuck into the food Shawn has collated, promising yourself that you could stay normal for just a while longer.

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It is growing darker and darker over the Toronto skyline now and the food between you and Shawn had dwindled down to the few grapes that he'd attempted to catch in his mouth and failed in doing so.

There's a silence between you that, normally you'd think nothing of. But this time it feels as though it's filled with the stains of a thousand words you wished you hadn't said. For you coild act as normal as possible, but it was all just playing pretend.

Without second thought, you get up, making your way around the industrial structure on top of the roof, glimpsing back to see Shawn watching you from his seated position.

You memorise the features of his face, sure of yourself when you admit it might be the last time. You take them all in as though you're storing them in a part of your mind you'd never return to. You just needed to know they were there.

It didn't terrify you that, after tonight, you might not ever see him again. It insgead terrified you to stay - to stay and slowly realise you no longer had Shawn. You'd never have him in the way you did before, or the way you wished you could.

He stands up and makes his way over to you, arm reaching out to swing around one of the metal supports as he follows in your shadowed footsteps to meet you.

"You remember when we first came up here?" He asks, a smile dancing on his lips.

"When you first played me falling all in you," You comment, mimicking his own expression.

He hums in response and steps closer to you, "And you made me dance with you,"

You find yourself tensing up a little but Shawn ignores it - acting as though there was no reason for you to feel any uncomfort.

His hand reaches up to clasp with yours and his other settles on your waist as he pulls you into his chest. Instantly, he starts to sing the tune to his song and the two of you sway along to the absent tune. From where your hand settled, you could feel the beat of his heart through his chest and, for a moment, you imagine it holding a love for you.

You imagine that, when you'd broken all of your walls, he'd opened a door to the relationship you were waiting so longingly for.

The way he holds you feels to you like it's more than any friendship but you know it isn't the same for him. You choose to ignore that. Instead taking this moment, just this freezeframe, as the memory you could truly use.

He pulls away from you and spins you away from his body, still holding onto your hand as he ends the lyrics to the song.

If this was your last night with him, this was all you could ask for.

And so it begins.

"Shawn I have something to tell you," You admit.

Even you have to wince at the words. It sounded like a rerun of your previous confession.

"(Y/n) I-"

"I'm leaving," You state quickly before he can continue with any level of reasoned sympathy, "I'm uh- I applied for that job in London and they've accepted me. I leave on Monday,"

His face goes through a mix of expressions as your confession deepens.

"I j-"

"When did you find out?"

"Nearly two weeks ago,"

He purses his lips together and nods, "And you figured two days before you go would be a good time to tell me? What the fuck (Y/n)?!"

"Don't be mad with me S," You shake your head, "You know why I need to do this,"

"We said we wouldn't let that affect us," He sighs, brows furrowing.

"No, no, you said that," You can feel yourself shaking a little now and you hope it is just because of the low temperature of the night air, "You knew I'd never be able to do that. It was different for you,"

He stays in silence, knowing you still had more to be said.

"You could go on and move on and I'd still be your friend. I had to force myself to fall out of l-" You stop yourself before saying those words, "What if I never love again here Shawn?"

Your voice cracks and you let it be heard, a tear slipping over the barrier of your eye.

He swallows and it's recognisable in the bobbing of his Adam's apple, "You know I-"

"I don't need you to explain yourself Shawn, I know it already," You confirm, "And you already know my side,"

"No, I know you (Y/n), you wouldn't want to be away," He shakes his head, "I know you, you'd hate it and I-"

"That's the worst part Shawn," You let out a raspy chuckle, "Nobody knows me better than you do,"

He stops and lets you speak once more, his shoulders dropping again.

"For the past how many years, you've been the only only person that has mattered in my life. You're the only one I've turned to, only one I know I can rely on," You shrug your shoulders, "And I let myself fall in love with you. Fall into unrequited love for you. And you had to tell me you didn't feel the same,"

You swipe a hand across your face to erase your tears.

"So who do I run to now?"

"No, no, don't say it like that," Shawn croaks out, "You know you'll always, always, have me. I don't care about how you feel about me or how I feel about you. We're friends and that won't ever change,"

You're trembling now but you try to shake it off, "No, no, I don't want it to be like this,"

Shawn steps forward and erases the distance between you, holding your hands in his and bringing them up to his lips.

"It matters to me that this ends well," You encourage, "I don't want our last memories of each other to be like this. I want us to dance, I want you to sing me a song you've just written, I want to eat enough food to never eat again and I want to stay up here until security tell is to get down,"

"(Y/n) I don't blame you for anything, I don't blame you for telling me you love me or-" He rambles, "I don't blame you but if you're asking for forgiveness then you've got it, I forgive you,"

"I don't want that S," You slip your hand away from his and cup his cheek, "But this isn't the way we should remember us,"

He takes a shaky breath and watches as you move to turn on the music on his phone, letting the soft melody fill the sickeningly tense air around you.

You guide his arms around your form and hold yourself against his body, waiting for the moment when he held you back.

And he does. He grips onto you and takes every inch of you in like he finally realises you're telling the truth. You can feel his heartbeat against your ear and listen as it settles at the same pace as yours.

This was the hardest thing you'd ever have to do. But all you could ask is that you'd stay like this for the last moments of your short eternity.

~~~

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strawberryspeachy · 4 years

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I have so many time periods in my life that were fucking miserable (my whole life so lol) but most of them im like

Man. I wish i could go back with the knowledge i have now and change shit

But my senior year of college still takes the cake. I would not repeat that fucking year given the chance. I legit for real am npt exaggerating at all when i say I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I GRADUATED. What strength i had. How did i do it??

I lost all of my friends. I lived with girls who made me feel worse about myself. My classes were super difficult and busy. My mom had finally admitted to me that she knew she was forgetting things.

I BECAME bulimic. That wasnt something i did before that year. Bulimic to the point where if i ate more than one peice or bread i felt guilty. Sometimes i coild rationalize to myself that i ate a healthy and appropriate meal but after 20 minutes id start panicking. That i HAD TO go throw it up. I HAD TO. if i didnt id regret it so i hadddd toooo

I didnt eat some days

And it went beyond the point of. All i have is my skinny body. It went to i hate myself and my life and i deserve to suffer. I dont deserve food. If i keep doing this maybe my body will fuck up enough that i die.

And speaking of death. It was the first time i fully tried to kill myself. I played with the idea before. Id do risky things on the off chance that id die doing it. Sometimes risky enough that i was surprised i even did it and got really scared afterwards thinking about ever doing them again. But id never made a plan. Got materials. And tried and fell asleep thinking id really never wake up. And i did it a couple times. And honestly i think i killed a part of me that year.

I cried all the time. I was just a zombie with a painted smile on my face so i could get help in class from other people. But i never actually smiled. And the second i walked in my room id start crying. All that bottled up energy released. And there was too much.

I used to fall out of my chair cause i was crying so much and id just roll around on the floor and then yell at myself to get my ass back in the chair and to keep studying. And i did. And id keep crying. And i kept studying.

And i took adderal several times a week. It wasnt even working. But it had a crack effect on me and would make me really happy and optimistic for no reason

I dont remember ever feeling confident in my studys. I walked into every exam terrifyed.

I was scared the entire year that i was gonna fail.

I was so out of it that i didnt even notice the stress permanently altered my apperance. Eveyone said i grew up. No the stress aged me. I didnt notice my hair fell out or how my chin seemed to grow. Or how my skin greyed

Theres no way to make thay year better. That was an awful year.

I have no point in this.

Just like that year and the two following it... which... issss 2014-2015-2016 to 2017

Like id completed three years of college. I had to graduate. I couldnt get out of that with a clear mind. And then coming home. None of my friends lived at home. I couldnt find a job. I took what i could get. I couldnt leave home. I had to stay for my mom. I had to and i wanted to.

Im thinking about it cause i could have immediately came to japan out of college. And i knew it then. I chose not to. I wanted to go home and be with my mom. And my family made that a nightmare. And watching her and taking care of her while she went downhill... i dont think ill be able to face those feelings... for many years to come. (I mean hopefilly not if i died while writing this id be happy) but theres really no getting around the fact that having completed my finance degree in college. My only choice was to end up as a server

My 13 year old dog died. My 18 year old cat died. My mom was shitting all over the house and refusing to sleep or eat. The woman who i hated so much that i went to work early and smiled while offering to stay later because “at least im not at home” finally died.

One day she told me she was gonna kick me out of the house (for the zillionth time) she screamed and yelled at me. And i went to work. And i came home and she was standing outside of the front door. I thought about continuing to drive and coming back later when shed moved. But for whatever reason i stopped and got out still hoping shed be gone by the time i walked up. She wasnt. She didnt even notice i was there. I was tempted to walk past her and go in. But i didnt. I asked her what was wrong. She said she could take the step to the sidewalk. And i helped her. And she rambled to me about how she thought shed be stuck there all night and how she didnt know what was wrong. The last time i saw her she had been screaming at me about how im a worthless spoiled lazy rude mean old adult acting like a baby. So. I really didnt have much sympathy to give her. I couldnt even talk. I was still mad. She thanked me. I said she was welcome. Thats all i remember. That was about 3 months before she died. If i went back to that exact moment knowing that information. I honestly dont think id change anything... she was.... so mean... so needlessly mean... im still mad about every time i was mad at her

Unlike my mom. Who i dreamed about this week. I had a dream that i was home just living my regular life in high school. And i did something. And my mom was yelling at me. And we got into an argument. Just one of those nonsense arguments that dont mean much. And in my dream i was like ugh my moms so annoying. And i woke up. And i miss her so much. What i wouldnt do to listen to my mom yell at me about something like taking too long to get ready. Or putting something in the wrong place. Or forgetting to do some chore she asked me to do. My mom with her fully functioning brain yelling at me because ive inconvenienced some plan that she has made for hersef that day. Thats shes fully capable of doing herself. And will do no matter what anyone says cause you dont mess with her schedule - you work with it.

I actually woke up and smiled. When you grow up do you ever think youll think about your parent full blown going off on you about something kinda dumb would ever make you smile...

Anyhow... that boy at work i like. I tried to be cute. He said he texts his friends back when he wants to when i pestered him about having not responded to my mesage. I was like

Oh thats the second time youve called me your friend! :) were friends :D

I just wanted a chuckle and for him to say yea yea were friends

But instead.... he said no. Were coworkers.

And i said you can be friends with your coworkers

Which led to a super long.... turned into argument...

Where he told me no. He doesnt need more friends. He only talks to me because he has to. He doesnt like me. He doesnt want to talk to me. He doesnt like when he has to talk to me. He has plenty of time to hang out with friends but not me cause im not his friend and he does not want to hang out with me. Dont ask him questions. Dont talk to him for more than a minute. He only said yes to hanging out with me because i was new to the country. His girlfriend didnt want him to and he decided he didnt want to after thinking about it. He wont change his mind. And he got really mad while telling me that his dumbass gf gets mad when i text him. And that he doesnt wanna talk to me out of work and at work only about work nothing else.

Most of that was unprovoked information. Like.. a quarter of it came from my “so were friends?” Remark. Another quarter of it came from my “coworkers can become friends” remark. And given half of it.... i brought up that he liked talking to me enough that he said he wanted to hang out with me - so you fan guess what quarter of the information came from that... oh sorry did i say quarters. I guess i meant thirds.

Extra shitty cause its a big jump from the boy who was engaging in actual conversation with me yesterday and moved so close to me that he was cms away from resting his head on me shoulder. Many times. Actually over the past couple days.

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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khajiitkit · 7 years

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i wish overwatch did more idk like... what if they did kind of uh I forget what the term is but it's popular in PvP modes where each time u kill an enemy teammate they drop like a flag or something and you grab it and it ups the score for your team and they can do the same to your team and first to like 40 or whatever wins and they coild make it pieces of candy like less pve more PvP I don't get why ppl want pve so bad tbh

Like I just feel like it feels too... slow paced for overwatch? Like the game is naturally very fast and waiting for waves and only selecting a few heroes just feels so out of place idk.

#i copied rhis from a message to dot cuz im a lazy fuck so hopefully it makes sense

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booksbroadwaybbc · 5 years

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[VENT] Im not stopping in just reminding myself that i've got a way to go. via /r/selfimprovement

[VENT] Im not stopping in just reminding myself that i've got a way to go.

Okay, so a bit of a back story and apologies in advance for the formatting as I am on mobile.

My parents divorced early on when I was 8. My father is narcissistic and extremely charismatic/manipulative. His way with words mirrors his propensity for violence, which I still feel whenever I see a man bullying a woman. My mother is on the dim wigged side so she was an easy target for him. I am now in my early 20s and I feel like a waste of space.

When I was a kid I had a rare flesh eating disease that left me disabled at the knee. I can't run or jump but I have made quite some progress with the physical therapist over the years.

My narcissistic father met my step mom just before I had gotten sick and they were soon married. Cool I have a new mom since mine wasn't stable I thought. Wrong.

Slowly turning my father against me and my sister, the emotional abuse and beating only got worse except not for me but for my sister who wasnt disabled.

From a young age we were taught to be civil. Pacifist. To let others walk all over us because it was what the cult my mother was in taught us.

Yeah a fucking cult...

I was bullied pretty normally by my parents and other kids in my school for my bruises my dad left me. Then once the disease spread some and I recovered I was bullied for scars, limpimg,atrophy, race (I went to an all black schooland am white and Hispanic) etc. My narcissistic father met my step mom just before I bad gotten sick. Cool I have a new mom since mine wasn't stable I thought. Wrong.

Slowly turning my father against me and my sister,the abuse had only intensified. I began selling drugs at 15 thinking I was peoving to myself that I wasnt such a coward like he had thought and made me out to be crippled and all. Literally everyone from my friends to my family have either set me up to get robbed or taken advantage of in some way financially so ive isolated myself entirely.

No big deal though what else can I say. I see the other kids who took advantage of me selling drugs full time among other illegal activites with their Mercedes and 401ks around the town I grew up in. Ok good for them. I have major anxiety and want to pummel there faces in when i see them but i cant run or jump. Whoopie I'll just sit in the corner while they laigh it off.

I was 20 when he left us to be with his new family. Awesome I thought,no more living with the man who made me feel insignificant, who played rock and sock em with his wife and kids faces then convinced them they deserved it.

I ponder suicide each day, but as I set the example for my sister what message would it send to her if I just took the easy way out? I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. From childhood my parents culture forbids them from going to therapist as it shows poor parenting and "isnt a real science"

I isolate myself because all people seem to do is use me. But thats ok to I suppose I honestly dont know much else. I'm the type of person who lies and pretends he has an amazing thanksgiving when in reality in sitting at home watching movies. I'm the guy who goes to the movies on christmas or signs up for that extra shift at work because he "needs the money" but really i just have nothing better to do. I cringe when someone does something nice for me because my childhood has taught me that they are just trying to get into my head and use me. The only inheritance my father gave me was how to manipulate people. He coild habe been a pimp but he teaches 11th grade science instead.

As a child i wasnt allowed to socialoze as is common in most households with a narcissistic parent.

I was never taught to stand up for myself just how to manipulate which i hate. I feel like im the laighing stock now in my city. Because of all these reasons. I wish i could die.

Better yet I wish I could live. Wish i could learn to maintain a relationship. To take care of myself. To not be so insecure about the huge gashes on my knee and ass. To not let those duck heads make fun of me when I walk.

I show it on my fave everyday because I dont care enough to hide the fact that I am depressed. But i try not to complain as i really have no one to complain to.

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circleofcatastrophe · 6 years

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The judges for the ANTM photoshoot were Dan’s mom Missy, Randy, Kaitlyn, and Benjamin! Let’s see what they thought!

Julia

Missy (14/40)

Creativity - 3

Effort - 3

Aesthetic - 3

Portrayal - 5

Randy (26/40)

Creativity - 7

Effort - 7

Aesthetic - 4

Portrayal - 8

“You’re so silly”

Kaitlyn (22/40)

Creativity - 4

Effort - 8

Aesthetic - 3

Portrayal - 7

“I mean, you look pretty ig”

Benjamin (23/40)

Creativity - 7

Effort - 6

Aesthetic - 4

Portrayal - 6

“The fact that you got to do this in class? Wig. Aside from that, i wish you either focused the picture on you or had a more colorful class because the photo is very monotone and kinda drains the mood y'know? Congrats on messing with your teacher tho! We love a sense of humor <3”

Arika

Missy (34/40)

Creativity-7

Effort-9

Aesthetic-9

Portrayal-9

“I liked the red lollipop, it was a nice touch.”

Randy (35/40)

Creativity - 8

Effort - 9

Aesthetic - 8

Portrayal - 10

“not a big fan of the filter or the background. but yeah you snapped”

Kaitlyn (35/40)

Creativity - 8

Effort - 8

Aesthetic - 9

Portrayal - 10

“I LOVE this. So much ok”

Benjamin (32/40)

Creativity - 7

Effort - 8

Aesthetic - 8

Portrayal - 9

“Serving goth girl realness right here. I can imagine you walking into class and the whole class falls silent to your presence. The makeup, the outfit, the lollipop. I stan! Your hat looks like it came from AHS Coven so go off with your witch queen look!”

Tim

Missy (22/40)

Creativity - 6

Effort - 5

Aesthetic - 5

Portrayal - 6

“Your caption made me LOL”

Randy (25/40)

Creativity - 7

Effort - 6

Aesthetic - 7

Portrayal - 5

“you couldve done something tacky like a flamboyant gay with a really dusty wig which wouldve been stronger than this. love your suit though”

Kaitlyn (25/40)

Creativity - 6

Effort - 6

Aesthetic - 7

Portrayal - 6

“Love the knife but could do better with background and pose.”

Benjamin (28/40)

Creativity - 7

Effort - 7

Aesthetic - 7

Portrayal -7

“Oh look i get to drag you in 2 games! Is that the same knife you used in the meme challenge??? AJDJDKDKKDKDK We love a recycle king! Only the extra af kids would wear shit like this to school so you got the cliche down. I wish you would've also cut down the dead space in the photo so we coild focus more on you. All around good job <3”

Autumn

Missy (32/40)

Creativity - 8

Effort - 7

Aesthetic - 8

Portrayal - 9

“Love the goggles”

Randy (36/40)

Creativity - 9

Effort - 9

Aesthetic - 9

Portrayal -9

“not what i expected from the jock category and thats why i enjoy it!”

Kaitlyn (33/40)

Creativity - 7

Effort - 8

Aesthetic - 9

Portrayal - 9

“HOT AF IM JEALOUS”

Benjamin (34/40)

Creativity - 8

Effort - 8

Aesthetic - 9

Portrayal - 9

Christian

Dan’s mom (22/40)

Creativity - 5

Effor t -5

Aesthetic - 7

Portraya l -5

“I hope you're feeling better!”

Randy (21/40)

Creativity - 5

Effort - 4

Aesthetic - 6

Portrayal - 6

“if being pretty equates to popularity this would be on point. this category had more leeway with interpretation”

Kaitlyn (5/40)

Creativity - 1

Effort - 1

Aesthetic - 1

Portrayal - 2

“Girl, a snapchat picture won’t cut it”

Benjamin (27/40)

Creativity - 6

Effort - 6

Aesthetic - 7

Portrayal - 8

“Christian!!!! You look you so good! You used a snapchat filter like any other popular girl but i would've given you an extra point if you used the famous dog filter but you're naturally beautiful and you have the the photo focused on you and you're just pretty. Popular girl for real <3”

With a score of 146/160

Arika you have won TOP PHOTO OF THE WEEK

Arika has decided to make:

Autumn lip sync against Christian.

Lip syncs to No Tears Left to Cry by Ariana Grande are due May 12th 9pm EST

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