full image of that early ko-fi post of 15 of my ocs' body types (or lack thereof)! go ahead and download the image to see all of my notes. i couldn't draw more since my wrist gave out and i ran out of room on the already huge canvas.
A veces se siente bien poder hablar con alguien sobre algo y que te entienda realmente. Que te haga ver que aquello que piensas no tiene por qué ser tan malo como lo piensas.
“cup your hands and catch the stars as they fall, remember that one day they will tell you there are things you can’t do but by then you’ll have a pocket full of stars to prove them wrong.”
the thing that gets me about mags is that like her whole thing is that she’s just on the sidelines. She knows what Franklin is doing. She knows Leon’s part in it. She knows to some extent that Oso is involved. Literally her entire world is intertwined and falling apart. She sees her best friend, Franklin, and sees what he has become, but she doesn’t know what to do about it. She can’t get herself to hate him because he looks like her bestfriend, sounds like him. She has seen how this life as aged him. But she still sees him. Same is true for Leon. She knows what Leon has done, some would say he could never come back from that but never once did either of these guys lose their image in her eyes. She feels naïve. She feels silly. But she will love them both ‘til the end.
Thinking about happy moments because😭😭😭😭 I love thinking about Mags, Leon, and Franklin all hanging out and going to a wrestling match. Of course Mags just wants to see Oso, and the boys tease her about that, but they have a blast. She's too dolled up, hoping just hoping, maybe she talk talk to Oso, if even for a second. Franklin and Leon makes bets amongst each other, overall just joke around and have extra reason to cheer. Overall the night is fun and they all are just glad to be able to spend sometime together, everyone is so busy these days.
“there is darkness in the way she dresses; armed with high heeled boots and red lipstick she wades through halls waist deep in whispers, head held high she marches to class like she is marching to war. high school is a battleground and teenage girls wield weapons in any way they can.”