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canisalbus · 7 months
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you say machete has to be closeted then why's he always wearing them little heels
Maybe he thinks he's a tiny bit nicer looking in them.
#no in fact he's just a little ahead of the curve let me try to explain#again I'm not a historian I'm just sharing what I've read I might be misremembering stuff so don't quote me on this#high heels became extremely fashionable in the early 1600's probably just a few decades after Machete's time#and they were originally worn by men#because they were inspired by Persian riding boots#if your shoes had heels you'd have easier time keeping your feet in the stirrups (think of cowboy boots)#Europeans saw them thought they looked snazzy and they became wildly popular in noble circles fairly quickly#for some hundred years or so high heels were the epitome of class wealth power and status and they were essentially genderless#remember that concepts of masculinity and femininity are fluid and change over time#things that were seen as manly a few centuries ago may seem downright effeminate to a modern viewer#it's all matter of perspective neither is objectively more correct than the other#they started to separate into men's heels and women's heels around mid 1700's iirc but the changes weren't massive even then#and only truly went out of vogue when the French Revolution hit in 1789#and people all across the continent were suddenly put off by everything that reminded them#of the frivolousness and extravagance of royalty and aristicracy#so in his canon timeline I don't think people are looking at him and going “hmmm that's pretty gay”#because heels hadn't become gendered yet#maybe he likes how they accentuate his already tiny paws and make his legs look even longer than they are#he's interested in fashion or at least likes to dress nicely in high quality garments#he tries very hard to look his best despite never really feeling comfortable in his skin#he was a real shrimp as a kid and even though he eventually grew up to be a beanpole he might still find the extra height appealing#no one's going to look down on him ever again#I admit the way I draw them is a lot more modern than the true historical style at the time but not outrageously so#artistic freedom and all that in the end I'm not aiming for 100% accuracy#modern au Machete has no excuses though he's just a little bit fruity#if the guy feels empowered by wearing little clip cloppers let him#answered#anonymous#Machete
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23-tiny-wishes · 1 year
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May your soul live, achieving millions of years, you who love Thebes, sitting with your face to the north wind, your eyes beholding happiness - inscription on the "wishing cup" lotus chalice, the first object encountered inside the antechamber of KV62
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unpretty · 1 year
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i stopped taking any gummy vitamins years ago because i got a free trial of consumerlab.com to look up which vitamins weren't secretly sawdust and basically everything they had said "quality control and consistency on gummy vitamins is garbage, sometimes there's nothing in them and other times there's way more than there's supposed to be". so like. it's not just a melatonin thing. something about the process of making gummies makes consistency an absolute crapshoot. if you currently take gummy vitamins because you can't handle pills it's probably a good idea to see if you can switch to chewables instead.
(i am aware that the overall usefulness of vitamins/supplements is scientifically questionable but the list of foods that don't trigger either my gerd or my ibs is so short i like to take precautions, don't @ me about my decision to waste money on expensive pee)
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azul-marie · 1 year
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luis. (sweet talk)
note: fem. reader. implied to be latina/hispanic; no physical features are mentioned. can also simply pass as a spanish speaker. spanish was kindly corrected by @angi-writes-filth ; translations are included at the end for your convenience.
“¿dime, chula, qué pasa entre usted y el oficial?”
his question has leon turning to you with a serious curiosity, no doubt hoping you’d translate something useful. unfortunately for him, and for you, it’s nothing more than what luis hopes will turn into flirtatious banter.
you shake your head at your partner, leaving him unconvinced. you hope his meager grasp of spanish keeps him from understanding too much. “¿qué con que?” you beck your head at luis, who grins upon receiving your attention. “es mi socio, nada más.”
your coy reply does not escape him. at once he slinks to your side, playful gray eyes flicking about your pretty face. “parece que le caes muy bien, ¿eh? te ha cuidado más que a la niñita.” he bumps shoulders, a teasing gesture. gets you rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile on your lips.
across the room of the safehouse, ashley looks on with girlish interest, her brows raising suggestively at the sight of you two so close. you send her a face, a code between young women, that has her fighting back a laugh.
leon, ever responsible, busies himself by placing whatever broken wooden planks he finds onto the dirty glass windows by the entrance door. you catch him glancing ever so often back at where you stand, unable to hide the wary way he eyes the man cozying up beside you. you ponder luis’s words.
“quiero pensar que somos amigos. los amigos se necesitan quererse, ¿no?” you reiterate, shifting your weight opposite of him. a thrill runs up your heart when he inches closer, intentions all too obvious.
“eso es lo que quiero saber, cariña. usted, el chaval, sólo sois amigos, ¿verdad?”
“vaya…estás muy interesando en él. ¿por qué me hablas a mi?”
“supongo que quiero saber si tengo una chance, ¿que mas?” luis chuckles, moves to prop his shoulder onto the wall behind you, one arm loosely caging you, the other resting on his hip. “y, pues, la cosa es…” he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear, “que difícil ignorar a alguien tan hermosa.”
heat rises up your face, a trained façade breaking as you laugh him off, unable to stop from smiling this time. luis hovers, incredibly pleased, watching from up close how your beauty lights up. he lingers even when you give him a lighthearted shove, stammering an excuse of having to check upstairs for supplies.
he lays back against the wall, feels the vibrations of your heels clicking up the stairs. knows you won’t find anything, anyway — if you weren’t so flustered, you’d remember he had already gone up there to check as soon as the group arrived.
a satisfied smirk refuses to leave his face, despite the severe way leon glares at him from across the room.
“i’m guessing you didn’t share any valuable input?” leon asks curtly, broad shoulders tense.
friends, my ass, luis thinks. he throws his hands up innocently, appearing clueless to leon’s envy. “no, no, it was. valuable for her to know, at least.” he winks impishly, earning himself a scowl. “c’mon, yanqui, i’m just being friendly, you know?”
though his jaw sets tight, leon says nothing in return, remembering ashley stands not too far from his place near the front door.
“everything’s clear up here.” your voice comes down the stairs before the rest of you does. you pointedly ignore both men eyeing your figure as you make your way to ashley’s side. “there’s a relatively clean bed upstairs if you’d like to rest, sweetie. i know it’s hard to relax in our situation, but i think it’s best you try.”
ashley quirks a brow. i’ll go if you tell me everything.
you offer your hand. well, duh.
“yeah, you’re probably right.” ashley agrees, voice feigning hesitation, placing her hand in yours to lead her away. she gives leon a passing look to gauge his reaction, but can’t seem to look past what she now recognizes as his “cool, calm, agent guy” persona. that, and, he’s a little too occupied watching you walk away to really react.
at least luis shows a little disappointment when you walk by without looking his way, even pouting at the lack of attention. the air sours as the two men are left alone, for plenty of reasons she’s clueless for.
she should really brush up on her spanish when she gets home.
translations below: “tell me, cutie, what’s up with you and the officer?” “what’s with what? he’s my associate, nothing more.” “it looks like he likes you quite a bit. he’s taken more care of you than of the girl.” “i like to think we’re friends. friends have to like each other, don’t they?” “that’s what i’d like to know, sweetheart. you, the guy, you’re just friends, right?” “wow…you’re seriously interested in him. why are you talking to me?” “i guess i wanna know if i have a chance, what else? and, well, the thing is…it’s difficult to ignore someone so beautiful.”
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whalehouse1 · 7 months
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Dick: Yeah, Tim became Robin to help B get out of his funk from me moving out and you dying.
Jason: So he’s a wannabe emotional support dog?
Cass: Chihuahua….
Duke: Then why does he act more like those toy poodles all those rich ladies have?
Damian: I never thought I would be able to call a dog useless.
Tim: LOOKITHEREYOUSONSOFB$&@3S!!!!
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mewsmagic · 1 year
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Clothes Shopping with Collei, part 1! (platonic/not ship btw!)
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azfellschild · 4 months
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HI LOVES GUESS WHAT FINALLY ARRIVED !!!! 🥹😭✨
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(blurred to not spoil too much hehe)
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what about lalo taking care of a drunk nacho. or vice versa
Lalo taking care of drunk Nacho:
"Ay, Com' on Nachito! This way!" Lalo says as he guides an unsteady Nacho to the Javelin. Nacho said he would be the one to drive them home, but that was before Tuco challenged him in drinking shots, and he finally gave in to the blatant and stupid defiance when Lalo murmured against his ear that he could drive them home. Luckily he didn't drink much at the time. And so now he was in charge of a very drunk Nacho, the most drunk he ever seen him, and they've been together for a while now, married even, so that was saying a lot. But Lalo didn't mind. He loved to take care of his Nachito.
So he installs him in the passenger seat, tucking his belt tight, and it's not easy to do with a clingy Nacho. Because yes, alcohol tended to transform that man into a giant koala. He has to detach Nacho's hands from his shirt, from his shoulders, and kisses both his hands, promising to take care of him once they're home. It barely makes the little pout disappear on Nacho's face, but it's enough to let Lalo drive them to their home.
Nacho is calm during the trip, saying little nothings, making some non sense analysis of life in general, none of them leading anywhere, but it's always in those moments that Nacho reveals how interested in life he actually is. His interests are multiple, diverse, and under the non sense there is his whole sensitivity to existence. Lalo loves it. It's stupidly endearing to hear his husband like this. When they arrive, Nacho doesn't give Lalo any chance to simply drag him away, no. Nacho clings to Lalo's neck with all his might, and Lalo can do anything but to carry Nacho like the koala he is, Nacho's arms around his shoulders, his legs around his waist, and even drunk Nacho's strength is just as astonishing. By the time they reach the bedroom, Lalo has kicked his shoes away, and climb on the bed with Nacho still attached to him, and lies down with him. After some sweet kisses all over Nacho's neck and face, he relaxes and lets go enough for Lalo to get free. Lalo guides Nacho into the removal of his too tight shirt, Nacho complaining a bit at being moved but still doing it. Lalo then gets up and removes Nacho's shoes, his socks, then his jeans, leaving him just in his shorts. By the time he's done, Nacho is snoring softly. Lalo goes to fetch a tall glass of water, some aspirin, and a bucket, just in case. Nacho did really drank a lot, but maybe the copious amount of food they ate at the family party would help. He installs everything on Nacho's side of the bed, and joins him too after getting rid of the same clothes. He covers them with the thin bed sheet, more than enough in this spring night. He gathers Nacho into his arms, who sighs heavily once he's settled again Lalo's chest, face still harboring a little flush with the effect of the drinks. And there is no other place Lalo would rather be. With no one else but Ignacio Salamanca in his arms.
Nacho taking care of drunk Lalo:
Lalo wouldn't keep his hand to himself during the whole drive to his place. Nacho has to tell him time and time again to stop, that he's driving, and Lalo would always say "oh, right, right!", slump back in his seat, before coming back like he had forgotten the next minute. They do reach Lalo's guest house in Albuquerque in one piece. Nacho doesn't even try to push Lalo away when he parks the car, he just shut the door on his face when the man tries to grab his leg on his way out. Nacho goes to unlock the door of the house, and by the time he comes back to the car, Lalo is standing by it, leaning heavily on it to stay up. Nacho passes his arm over his shoulders, and guides him toward the entrance of the house. On the short way there, Lalo is amazed by every flower —even if most of them are closed, it's night time, Lalo—, the night sky, or even the large flat stones leading to the door, and he would try to step on each of them without touching the grass. Of course it makes it all more difficult for Nacho and he sighs in exasperation. They get inside at some point, and Lalo insist on removing his shoes, "I can't go in there with my shoes on Nachito, tio would be so angry if i did !". And Nacho, tired with all the man's antics, would love to remind him that his precious tio can't say a single word anymore, and for god sake Lalo you shouldn't even be listening to that old shit of a man anymore, but he knows how important family is to Lalo, so he doesn't say anything. He still groans in annoyance when Lalo insists that he removes his own too. The man is drunk, but not enough to be out of it. Nacho then guides him to the bedroom, glad this house is a single story, because Lalo is not light to transport. By the time he drops Lalo on the bed, Nacho has break into a sweat. Next time he should try to carry the man instead of dragging him, it sure would be easier. Lalo would certainly love that. Maybe he shouldn't then.
Nacho walks around the room, deaf to Lalo's calls, who keeps asking him to give him some water, to puff up his pillow, and "please come to bed Nachito, I love you so so much cariño, you're the light of my life, te amo mi corazón, por favor, te quiero mucho" and Nacho would just leave the room to take a shower while Lalo still calls for him with sweet names. Nacho takes his time showering, using a soap he knows Lalo likes the most. When he comes back in the room, it's with a large glass of water and some aspirin for when Lalo would wake up later. He sits on the bed next to Lalo, helps him sipping a bit of water in his half asleep state. Then he puffs up Lalo's pillow like he asked and loved, and lowers him on it. Nacho lies on his side, facing Lalo, and his cold mask slowly disappears as Lalo looks at him with such affection it's almost an eerie sight. No matter how often it happened yet. Lalo shifts on the bed until he is in Nacho's arms, who moves to lay on his back, Lalo tucked under his arm, his head resting on his shoulder. "You're so good to me cariño. So kind. No puedo vivir sin ti." Nacho chuckles at how much Lalo's affection, his love, makes him blind. He finds it endearing, but he doesn't even try to admit that. Nacho loves to torture him by not responding to all his calls, making him wait, keeping an upper hand. He never returns his affectionate words and nicknames. But in reality he was giving Lalo a lot of himself, no matter how much he delayed it, he always ended up showing his own affection, his own love. They were both blind idiots. "Te amo con todo mi corazón. Te amo para siempre... mi vida... mi rei.." Lalo says as sleep catches up with him, slowly, so unlike the usual way he falls asleep. Nacho kisses Lalo's hair, the top of his head, the arm bracing his shoulders squeezing Lalo a bit closer to him. His voice is barely over a whisper when he answers for the first time, admitting it only to himself and a passed out Lalo. "Mi corazón está donde tú estés, Eduardo." Lalo squeezes him back in his sleep, as if he heard him, or sensed his confession, his affection. And Nacho sighs as he breathes in the faint perfume of Lalo's hair gel, fingers caressing the little curls at the base of his neck, and lets sleep carry his consciousness away too.
translation: No puedo vivir sin ti -> I can’t live without you. Te amo con todo mi corazón -> I love you with all my heart. Te amo para siempre -> I love you forever Mi corazón está donde tú estés -> My heart is where you are.
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homeless202 · 7 months
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I’m new here and I absolutely love your type of blogs with analysis and meta and long texts~~
I was wondering—is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship the kind that could be interpreted as romantic?
first of all, welcome and ty! and sorry it took me so long to reply, i hope u're still around anon. now to answer ur question
i'll take this opportunity to share all my thoughts on the topic bc i have Many.
TLDR: it is possible to read it as romantic if you really want to, but it's not meant to (at least not as of right now in the story aka ch.224)
deep dive under the cut as to why
-> can Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship be interpreted as romantic?
i like how you phrased that bc, the thing is, interpretation is very subjective. you're welcome and allowed to interpret things however you want, but in EY&HJ's case, i feel like you'd have to work a lil extra hard to get to that point.
-> is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship meant to be interpreted as romantic?
this one's easy bc no. objectively Not. the genre of No Home is drama and slice of life (and once upon a time, horror). even if they were to ever end up in a romantic relationship, that's not what the story is about.
when i ask myself what the author's intention is with this story, i'd say it's to (realistically) portray how a young person with trauma would navigate another young person's trauma. and showing how easy it is to unintentionally fuck it up for various reasons: lacking context as to what exactly said trauma is, generally not knowing how to navigate it, their own trauma getting in the way, lacking the necessary resources. take your pick.
think of it like "how should i carry someone else's baggage when i have my own to deal with?" while also keeping in mind they're kids; they often don't have enough experience to know how to help, and even when they know what the right thing to do is, they're not old enough to take (legal) action.
and especially, the most heart-breaking yet realistic thing, when you're just getting to know someone, you can't know everything about them. it's so easy to accidentally do or say sth that cuts or offends when it wasn't meant to. but when they've got their own issues, it's hard not to take it personally (eg. EY talking about HJ's parents without knowing his mom died not long ago in the beginning of the story).
-> what even is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship??
this one's so funny bc i have no idea how to answer and i'm convinced not even EY and HJ themselves would know how to answer. they're not really friends; they got off on the wrong foot and kept walking with two left feet way too much to call themselves friends. the things that pushed them together the most were the dorms (not anymore) and the same friend group (more or less since EY has multiple).
what fits them best i'd say is "the universe forced us together against our will and now we're stuck with one another altho we hate each other" (<- at least in the beginning) extended with the "misery loves company" sentiment. finding comfort in someone who gets it, even tho they only kinda get it but not really but it works out anyway except it doesn't <- THERE'S NO NAME FOR THAT *cry* they invented a new type of character dynamic smh (i've never read a pairing with so much (romantic) potential only to see them completely fuck up their chance so royally by the end of their interaction EVERY SINGLE TIME. like yeah, enemies to lovers whatever BUT NOT TO THAT LEVEL HOLY SHIT)
they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. they're compatible in the way they understand each other on a deeper level and incompatible in the way they don't.
...however...
this is how HJ thinks of EY: (and also what No Home is truly abt)
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and this is how EY feels about HJ after EY found out HJ used to steal as well (aka that HJ isn't perfect like the stuck up bitch EY thought he was at first):
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so...
<- -> EY's first impression of HJ was that he was looking down on him and sth like "does this guy have ulterior motives? or is he just that naive being so trusting?" until EY found out HJ wasn't that different from him. after that, EY started admiring HJ for still managing to achieve things in life despite the hardships he had to go through. the type of admiration that can easily (and sometimes does) slip into envy.
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since the beginning, EY has helped HJ (or at least tried to) without him knowing. sometimes it worked out, sometimes not. most times EY tried doing sth nice for HJ was (from EY's perspective) in return to HJ trying to help him or doing nice things for him (which, again, sometimes worked out, sometimes not). EY was just paying back a debt to "this stubborn naive guy who keeps getting into trouble and butting into his business. gotta look out for this idiot or he might get scammed." (<- eg. when EY offered to get HJ's money back from his uncle)
he doesn't do it for credit or friendship or out of obligation, he's just doing what he thinks is the right thing bc he doesn't want to owe anyone anything. he can't accept people just genuinely being kind, genuinely caring and genuinely wanting to help. but he's been learning and slowly coming to terms with it.
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<- -> HJ first wanted to try befriending EY despite not liking him bc, well, the guy did steal his wallet and stab him in their first interaction. after trying and failing at it multiple times, thanksgiving happened, and HJ started thinking of EY as his underclassman bc he realized EY's just a kid with issues and he should keep an eye on him (discretely bc EY hates pity).
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with time HJ has come to understand EY better by going after him whenever he ran off and slowly realized that EY does mean well and has his reasons (as fucked up as they might be sometimes). but his mentality abt EY is still "i gotta push him in the right direction cuz he's my underclassman and i unintentionally got attached to him (somehow??)" (also bc he knows EY already gave up on himself so he needs a lil help to find his way again. also also bc he knows EY is lowkey suicidal and he's scared it'll be his fault if sth happens) <- his care for EY comes from a protective/nurturing (/possibly maybe guilty) place which started when he realized EY was just a kid^^. in other words, HJ still bothers with EY out of a subconscious sense of responsibility/obligation in a way (a good way tho. or at least a way that gets better)
see, sth i struggle with is if HJ thinks he has to or wants to or thinks he should or can't just not help/care for EY. i can't exactly pinpoint where the sentiment is coming from. his face is too blank for me to read sometimes T_T
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to summarize: HJ is EY's goal, what EY wishes he could've been. and EY is HJ's 'responsibility' so to speak (bc 'burden' doesn't quite fit since HJ is there for EY willingly) -> EY has a positive opinion of HJ while HJ has a neutral opinion of EY (which is also gradually getting better)
note1: i think HJ's intention (maybe subconsciously) was to be to EY what HJ's upperclassman was to him. aka someone who's there when you need it and can help guide you. it would explain why HJ kept chasing after EY despite not really having a reason to and EY repeatedly rejecting HJ's care/help.
note2: i also believe the 'upper-under-classman' relationship dynamic fits them the best atm bc it also matches the way the story often singles EY out as he's the only second year (aka younger) of the 6 MCs.
-> Romance in No Home?
another thing i should mention is that No Home rarely leaves things open for interpretation. the deepest arguments EY&HJ had were always spelled out for us, to make us understand exactly what the problem was, and how there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. it's just two people with issuesTM.
from what we've seen in the story up to this point, i couldn't pick out a moment where i'd go "here! that's romantic! that's the moment they realized SomeThing!" yk
when it comes to romance specifically, i feel like a handful of opportunities were missed. there are scenes which could've easily been written trough a rosy lens but simply weren't.
exhibit A:
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HJ was speechless bc "wow this mf really is actively picking a fight with an authority figure. i gotta make sure things don't escalate" not bc "hoLY sHiT hE's PreTTy. all his fangirls are on to something". however, this only becomes more clear when you keep reading the next few chapters, so i understand how you could interpret it as the latter.
exhibit B:
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here they got so close and the moment was so deep bc "woaa he said he believes me. no one's said to me that before!". unfortunately, EY was panicking too much for it to mean something bc of the guilt he felt for HJ trusting someone so undeserving of trust like EY.
exhibit C:
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this is maybe the closest we got to romantic between these two. i think this might be the only (or at least first) ever deep interaction between them that didn't end in a fight or misunderstanding. is it meant to be romantic tho? -> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
-> what do i think?
first, full transparency: i went into reading this story fully expecting it to be a BL and for EY&HJ to end up together. but the more i kept on reading, the more i got the ick thinking about them being in a (romantic) relationship bc, at least from what we've seen so far in the story, their relationship would be so ToxicTM (which i personally don't enjoy reading).
as they are right now, i wouldn't want them to be together like that. like, honestly, you still can't really consider these two even friends; they just tolerate each other if the stars align correctly (altho, i'll admit, their relationship is gradually getting better!!). every big argument they had i thought "god, there's no coming back from that. i'd cut ties so quickly if was them wtf". i still don't know how they managed to keep on interacting, props to them ig.
there's a lot of unresolved issues between them. and a lot of resentment which would not bode well in a romantic relationship. the smallest argument would turn explosive and they'd be, at best, in an on&off type of relationship. they both have the power to break the other and neither would be afraid to use it. they have a lot of history together, which is not always pleasant, so if they ever were to go the romantic route, it would have to be a long way to go.
technically, i could see them in a romantic relationship if they both went to therapy first and talked out all the baggage they're carrying (both individual and shared). realistically tho, what i think will happen at the end of No Home is that either they never cross paths again after high school ends (which would absolutely break my heart Wanan pls don't), or they somehow (unintentionally) end up living together bc they both desperately needed a roommate to pay rent (which would be a hilarious fucking gag LMAO). just, HJ going to uni/work and EY doing his own thing (prolly an actor) while still cohabiting together; hanging out to watch a movie before bed <- (whether platonic or romantic being left up for interpretation)
<- -> in conclusion, from what we've seen up to this point, their relationship is mainly upper-under-classman; reluctant (maybe) friends who tolerate each other but also care (too) deeply. they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. in some ways they're compatible and in others they're not.
all this being said, their relationship is improving and romance between EY&HJ is not impossible, just rather unlikely imo. but, again, interpretation is subjective and u're welcome to read their relationship however you want.
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iindigoeyed · 9 months
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needed a new icon so i drew cupcake boy
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leahthedreamer · 6 months
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I know it’s easy for people to say oh Isabeau just needs to switch coaches and “fix her jumps” as if it’ll happen in a few months time but if you’ve been here long enough and seen skaters who try and correct their technique it really isn’t as simple.
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many-gay-magpies · 2 days
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i am becoming increasingly sure as time goes on that my gender is Not Cis but its like. not enough for me to do anything like god forbid tell my parents. not bc they wouldn't be ACCEPTING but because i don't feel like they'd UNDERSTAND and trying to explain it to them would be too much work when i A) barely even know how to describe it to MYSELF and B) feel comfortable enough being described as a woman/girl/female/whatever. like if im fine enough being called a girl and im comfortable in my body and don't yet feel a need to use pronouns other than she/her then what's the point of trying to explain to my mom that i find the concept of gender pretty much inapplicable to myself/kind of confining and i feel more like an amorphous forest creature than a Girl and i wouldnt mind being perceived more masculine sometimes by society at large and gender questions on forms make me uncomfortable because i'm never totally sure what to answer.
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junkosblunt · 1 year
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Junko: "The most despair I have ever felt in my life was killing my sister."
Mukuro, in the afterlife: "JUNKO LOVES ME MORE! SUCK IT, YASUKE!"
no because i know mukuro’s weird ass was lowkey thrilled when junko murdered yasuke because it was one less person to steal junko’s attention away from her 💀
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oatbugs · 3 months
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not to be a homestuck in your inbox but you literally sound like you want to be this girl's kismesis
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A) half of these are not real words . troll culture ????
B) yeah basically ur right i fear . i want to be in a healthy and loving relationship w her where we fight each other to the death . not in a toxic way in a rly normal way. but like not . yk
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chidoroki · 1 year
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May 16th - Happy Birthday to Vanessa Enoteca
(with one Vanessa from almost every chapter she appears in)
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