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21. Staying cool during a heatwave (from this list)

It was well past thirty degrees out before Ladybug and Chat Noir finally stopped for a break in their weekly patrol.

“So, can we get an akuma that, like, turns off the sun or something next?” Chat groaned where he was sprawled out on the shady, lukewarm concrete under the rooftop overhang they’d discovered together. “Just for a day. One day.”

“But then we’d have to fight in the dark,” Ladybug mumbled back, trying not to whine as she leaned (melted) against the wall by his feet. “I hate fighting in the dark.”

Her eyes felt dry when she blinked and her tongue felt cool when she licked her lips and it was really much too hot out to be doing anything that didn’t involve copious amounts of cold water, but she and Chat had a duty to the city, so patrol they would, regardless of the danger of heatstroke.

Chat sighed gustily and flopped a hand in her general direction. “Imagine I just said something really great about holding your hand. It’s too hot to think up lines.”

Ladybug laughed through her groan despite herself. “It’s too hot for holding hands, too.”

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anonymous asked:

*BREATYESS* Hellooo!! I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself after seeing you were taking requests! If it's okay with you... Could you write something where Eijun and Kazuya are in an established relationship, and Eijun is trying to cope with not being able to see Kazuya every single day after the third years graduate? Whether it's angst or fluff is completely up to you! Thank you so much, I love your writing!!!

Hi Anon thank you so much! I’m really sorry this took so long to come out…not the best at handling requests even though I try ;D

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun


Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, letting it fill his chest before slowly exhaled. His eyelids sluggishly lifted, glancing around his room slowly. Even though he’d managed to pull away before Harucchi or Furuya noticed him, he could still feel the tenseness in his shoulders and back. Lifting a hand to his hair, he removed his cap, dropping it to the ground alongside the shirt and pants he swiftly unbuttoned. Usually he went running whenever he had a chance, dragging Furuya with him, trying to convince Mi- a catcher to catch for him.

A catcher to catch for him. Not Miyuki. Because Miyuki had left him, left Eijun behind in Seidou, eager to find himself in college and then aim for the majors. And all Eijun had been able to do, what with the stars almost shining from his eyes, was smile at Miyuki, pushing the worry behind loud shouts of congratulations! and I’m so proud of you Kazuya!

Nothing to really show how he felt, and definitely not about his apprehension. On a good day, Eijun had incredible self-confidence, but without the buffer of Miyuki’s teasings and snarky remarks to push away his insecurities, Eijun floundered in his new-found lonliness. And it wasn’t just Miyuki he lost, the lack of Mochi-senpai’s exasperated chidings followed by wrestling left his dorm room silent and cold. Without Nori-senpai’s silent support and competition in the bullpen, but then constant suggestions of music while they ran together left his ears empty. 

And though it had been hard to lose the first third-years, Eijun had never realized he’d lose his third-years as well. The senpai who beat him up but also who protected him. The senpai who cared for him, but also teased him. The senpai he respected, and the senpai who respected him back.

But most of all, he lost his Miyuki Kazuya.

It was melodramatic, and uncalled for. Miyuki had only moved an hour on the train away. Eijun had an open invitation to visit him at college. To come see Miyuki’s practices, or to simply spend the evening, maybe even the night. But it was now three months since Miyuki moved, and Eijun had avoided all Miyuki’s attempts to invite him over, his heart not wanting to accept the truth. 

That he wouldn’t see Miyuki every night on the steps - watching Eijun run before heading to bed. That there would be no finding Miyuki face-down on his desk, his glasses still on, having fallen asleep again going over statistics from the last game. No silent rides back home, for the dorms were more or less his home by now, after losing a game. His leg pressed against Miyuki’s as he tried to both seek and give comfort. But even more then the baseball, the lack of cuddles before falling asleep with Miyuki’s face pressed against his neck, no more sleepy kisses pressed to his neck as Eijun tried to slip out in the morning for his run only to be tugged back into bed by grabby hands and a welcoming chest. No more warm kisses on the dugout, identical smirks on their faces at the disgusted but fond shouts of their teammates.

When Miyuki graduated, Eijun had forced himself not to yell at Miyuki. To hide the fear of being abandoned. At the graduation ceremony, he hadn’t managed to hold back the tears, but he could see that he wasn’t the only one affected - Miyuki’s eyes welled up though he managed to hold it in, just barely. Eijun had balled. And his hands shook, even as Miyuki teasingly pressed a button into Eijun’s hands, joking that this wasn’t really something Eijun deserved. Miyuki’s voice had shook in tandem with Eijun’s hands.

The huge loss had affected every part of Eijun’s life, some more then others. Eijun, incredibly, was quieter. Not noticeably by anyone not on the team, but he’d seen the confused glances shared by Harucchi and Furuya. He found himself paying a bit more attention in class, hoping that he would get into the same college. Kanemaru’s face matched the sensei’s when he actually asked a question in class. If it was possible, Eijun somehow became even more intense about baseball, dropping his shoujo manga to read baseball statistics, or eating while making notes about how to improve his batting. The bags under his eyes deepened, crevices in his face from the lack of restful sleep. 

His responses to Miyuki’s texts were the same, excitable and silly, but he could see that Miyuki was being told what Eijun was doing. There was concern and constant questions being plied at Eijun every day.

Coming back to the present moment, Eijun slipped into bed, wrapping the blanket tightly around his body, willing himself to sleep. A soft bzzz! was heard in the room, pulling his attention to his phone on the night stand. Expecting the usual good night from Miyuki he’d gotten every day since they got together, he almost wanted to ignore it even though he knew he’d pay for it in the morning through a call when Eijun wasn’t fully awake enough to guard his words. But at the second vibration, he knew something was different - Miyuki only ever texted once.

Reaching over, he grabbed the phone before pulling his arms back into the cocoon of blankets he’d made. Smiling briefly at the lockscreen of Miyuki and him, Eijun pressing a kiss into Miyuki’s face, he unlocked the phone. 

MIYUKI KAZUYA!! O(≧∇≦)O: Look above you bakamura.

MIYUKI KAZUYA!! O(≧∇≦)O: bakamura!

His head flipped up, seeing a pair of glasses hanging over the bed above him. The hand holding them was one he knew well, but the concerned face he saw was one he didn’t.

Miyuki’s face tightened for a moment, as if he was holding back something bad, before he spoke through clenched teeth. “Why have you been avoiding me Eijun?”

Eijun flinched at the question, struggling to maintain any composure, before he crumbled. He couldn’t hide anything could he?

Never from Kazuya.

Basically Civil War
  • Wanda: (sitting in cafe) Uh, should I say something that explains my powers to the people who didn't see Age of Ultron?
  • Nat: Yeah, may as well. Speaking of which, do I have a forced romantic subplot in this movie?
  • Sam: Nope, I can't see one.
  • Nat: Oh, thank god.
  • ------------------------------
  • Steve: Wanda, just like we practiced.
  • Wanda: What about the gas?
  • Steve: Get it out. (jumps in)
  • Wanda: Uh, Steve, shouldn't I have gotten the gas out before you jumped in there?
  • Steve: Don't worry, this is just a super soldier power that was never set up before now.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: You're going to jail, Skeletor. Sam said that would be a good joke, I don't personally get it.
  • Crossbones: OK, good joke, but hear me out: Bucky.
  • Steve: Shit, you've got me.
  • Crossbones: And now you're going to die.
  • Wanda: Don't worry I've got this.
  • Wanda: (throws the bomb at a building, killing several people, setting the whole plot of the film in motion)
  • Wanda: I don't got this.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: Ah, today seems to be going well. What could possibly go wrong?
  • Vague parent: Hello, your discount Skynet murdered my son.
  • Tony: Fuck, I thought the guilt tripping thing was over.
  • -----------------------------
  • Steve: Wanda, it's not your fault.
  • Wanda: Steve, it is absolutely my fault.
  • Steve: I know, I'm just trying to make you feel better.
  • Vision: (phases into room) I'm here to steal the movie. And also Wanda's heart.
  • Wanda: Vision, I love you, but please stop doing this.
  • Steve: Wait, has he done this before?
  • Vision: The last time this happened, I walked in on Wanda-
  • Wanda: STOP RIGHT THERE!
  • ------------------------------
  • General Ross: Hello, Avengers. I'm here to fuck everything up.
  • Wanda: Who the fuck are you?
  • General Ross: I was in the Hulk movie where Bruce looked like the guy from Fight Club.
  • Nat: Yeah, that was weird.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: I'm here to support the American government gain further control over superhero activity as I believe it is necessary.
  • Steve: That's odd, I'm here to fight against government control as I no longer trust them.
  • Tony: Yeah, it feels like our points of view should be reversed.
  • Steve: That says a lot about how we've progressed as characters. (receives text) Shit.
  • Tony: Language. What is it?
  • Steve: A side development to break the audience's hearts. We've got a lot of those.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: OK, Steve, keep it together. Hopefully Sharon Carter won't be in this, and you won't have to go through a creepy romantic sub plot.
  • Sharon: Hi, I'm here to quote the comic and kiss super soldiers.
  • Steve: Goddammit.
  • ----------------------------
  • Nat: Well, I'm here, something big is going to go down.
  • T'Challa: Hi, I'm the first black superhero on screen.
  • Nat: Wait, what about Falcon? Or War Machine?
  • T'Challa: They're sidekicks, they don't count in the same way.
  • Nat: OK, nice to meet you. Are any of your parents in this movie?
  • T'Challa: Yes, why?
  • Nat: Uh, let's just say you're story arc will involve revenge.
  • ----------------------------
  • Wanda: Why are you cooking?
  • Vision: I believe this is meant to set us up as a romantic couple.
  • Wanda: Well, it's working. Maybe Marvel have learned their lesson from Age of Ultron.
  • Vision: I believe Sharon and Steve also have a romantic sub-plot.
  • Wanda: Spoke too soon.
  • --------------------------
  • Nat: Steve, whatever you do, don't go after Bucky.
  • Steve: Sure thing Nat. (hangs up) Sam, we're going after Bucky.
  • Sam: The dude tried to kill us multiple times.
  • Steve: Yeah, but he's cute AF.
  • Sam: Fine.
  • -------------------------
  • Steve: OK, I'm in Bucky's flat, but he's not here.
  • Bucky: Who's not here?
  • Steve: OH MY GOD! Bucky!
  • Bucky: Still don't remember you.
  • Steve: Damn it.
  • --------------------------
  • T'Challa: Hello, my name is T'Challa. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
  • --------------------------
  • Tony: For god's sake, Steve, why did you save him?
  • Steve: He's my best friend.
  • Tony: He murdered a thousand people.
  • Steve: He was brainwashed.
  • Tony: Cool motive, still murder.
  • ---------------------------
  • Martin: Hello, I'm Martin Freeman. I heard Benedict was in the MCU, and I couldn't let him do that without me.
  • Zemo: And I'm Zemo, I'm here to screw everything up.
  • Steve: Yeah, no one really cares about you guys. Also, if you hurt my boyfriend, I hurt you.
  • Martin/Zemo: What?
  • Steve: What?
  • ---------------------------
  • Zemo: Vague brain washy words.
  • Steve: Bucky no.
  • Tony: Bucky no.
  • Nat: Bucky no.
  • Martin: Bucky no.
  • Everyone: BUCKY NO!
  • Bucky: Bucky no!
  • Zemo: Bucky yes.
  • Bucky: Bucky yes.
  • ---------------------------
  • Bucky: Escape, beat up superheroes, get away in helicopter. This is a good plan.
  • Steve: BUCKY, COME BACK HERE!
  • Bucky: Damn it, why does this blonde guy keep ruining everything? And why is he so hot?
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: We need to bring Cap and Bucky in.
  • Nat: Who are we going to get to do that?
  • Tony: I know a kid. Even though there is literally no reason why I could even possibly know who he is.
  • Nat: Not the Spider-kid.
  • Tony: Why not?
  • Nat: I thought I was the arachnid themed hero.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: Hey, kid, your aunt is hot.
  • Peter: Please stop talking.
  • Tony: Also, I know you're Spider-Man.
  • Peter: How the hell do you know that?
  • Tony: I read the script. Would you like to go to Germany?
  • Peter: I can't, I'm finally a kid, I have homework and stuff that the other spidermen never worried about.
  • Tony: OK, but what if I told you you get to meet superheroes?
  • Peter: Would I get to meet Captain America?
  • Tony: ... yeah.
  • -----------------------------
  • Wanda: Vision, I want to help Captain America.
  • Vision: Wanda no.
  • Hawkeye: Wanda yes.
  • Wanda: Didn't you retire in Age of Ultron?
  • Hawkeye: We're kind of glossing over some things that happened in that film.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: Did you find Ant-Man?
  • Hawkeye: Yeah, why are we bringing him anyway?
  • Steve: We heard that Team Iron Man have got a comic relief sidekick with a insect theme, and we need to match them.
  • ----------------------------
  • Tony: So, it has come to this. Heroes vs. heroes. Friend against friend. Brother against brother.
  • Steve: Yeah, yeah, shall we fight?
  • T'Challa: Shall we indeed?
  • Steve: Hang on, Tony, why is he on your team?
  • T'Challa: Oh, don't worry about me, captain. I'm only here to steal the spotlight.
  • Spider-Man: Did somebody mention stealing the spotlight?
  • T'Challa: God damn it.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: Guys, the trailer's have given away most of the badass moments from this fight scene. We need something that's extremely memorable and awesome. Preferably something right from the comics.
  • Ant-Man: Hey, I've got an idea. (becomes giant.)
  • Spider-Man: HOLY SHIT!
  • Steve: That should do it.
  • -----------------------------
  • Steve: OK, just before the finale, we need something for the Stucky fans to go nuts over.
  • Bucky: How about you lovingly pat me on the shoulder and we reminisce about old times?
  • Steve: I love you.
  • ----------------------------
  • Tony: Hey guys, I'm here to redeem myself and help catch the bad guy.
  • Zemo: Hello, I'm the bad guy. I'm the one who orchestrated the bombing.
  • Steve: Right on cue.
  • Bucky: Guys, this is too easy.
  • Zemo: Hey, Stark, Bucky killed your parents.
  • Tony: OK, that's it. Bucky dies.
  • Zemo: Everything is going to plan.
  • T'Challa: Hello, my name is T'Challa. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
  • Zemo: OK, fine, kill me.
  • T'Challa: Actually, since this is a superhero film, let's arrest you.
  • Zemo: For fuck's sake.
  • Steve: LANGUAGE.
signs as shit from the secret history
  • Aries: 'A week or two before the paper was due, he had started showing up in my room about two or three in the morning, looking as if he had just narrowly escaped some natural disaster, his tie askew and his eyes wild and rolling. “Hello, hello,” he would say, stepping in, running both hands through his disordered hair. “Hope I didn’t wake you, don’t mind if I cut on the lights, do you, ah, here we go, yes, yes.…” He would turn on the lights and then pace back and forth for a while without taking off his coat, hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head. Finally he would stop dead in his tracks and say, with a desperate look in his eye, “Metahemeralism. Tell me about it. Everything you know. I gotta know something about metahemeralism.”
  • “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that is.”
  • “I don’t either,” Bunny would say brokenly. “Got to do with art or pastoralism or something. That’s how I gotta tie together John Donne and Isaac Walton, see.” He would resume pacing.
  • “Bunny, I don’t think ‘metahemeralism’ is even a word.”'
  • Taurus: 'Late that night—two a.m.—my house chairperson pounded on my door and yelled that I had a phone call. Dazed with sleep, I put on my bathrobe and stumbled downstairs. It was Francis. “What do you want?” I said.
  • “Richard, I’m having a heart attack.” I looked with one eye at my house chairperson —Veronica, Valerie, I forget her name —who was standing by the phone with her arms folded over her chest, head to one side in an attitude of concern. I turned my back. “You’re all right,” I said into the receiver. “Go back to sleep.”
  • “Listen to me.” His voice was panicky. “I’m having a heart attack. I think I’m going to die.”
  • “No you’re not.”
  • “I have all the symptoms. Pain in the left arm. Tightness in chest. Difficulty breathing.”
  • “What do you want me to do?”
  • “I want you to come over here and drive me to the hospital.”
  • “Why don’t you call the ambulance?” I was so sleepy my eyes kept closing.
  • “Because I’m scared of the ambulance,” said Francis, but I couldn’t hear the rest because Veronica, whose ears had pricked up at the word ambulance, broke in excitedly.
  • “If you need a paramedic, the guys up at the security booth know CPR,” she said eagerly. “They’re on call from midnight to six. They also run a van service to the hospital. If you want me to I’ll—”
  • “I don’t need a paramedic,” I said. Francis was repeating my name frantically at the other end.
  • “Here I am,” I said.
  • “Richard?” His voice was weak and breathy. “Who are you talking to? What’s wrong?”
  • “Nothing. Now listen to me—”
  • “Who said something about paramedic?”
  • “Nobody. Now listen. Listen,” I said, as he tried to talk over me. “Calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
  • “I want you to come over. I feel really bad. I think my heart just stopped beating for a moment. I—”
  • “Are drugs involved?” said Veronica in a confidential tone.
  • “Look,” I said to her, “I wish you’d be quiet and let me hear what this person is trying to say.”
  • “Richard?” said Francis. “Will you just come get me?Please?”
  • There was a brief silence.
  • “All right,” I said, “give me a few minutes,” and I hung up the phone.'
  • Gemini: 'Access to the snail's interior was gained by a child-sized tunnel.[...] From this tunnel, I was extremely startled to see protruding a pair of adult male feet, shod in some oddly familiar brown-and-white spectator shoes. I caught and shook a bony kneecap. 'Charles.'
  • He began to flounder wildly, as if he had waked to find himself in ten feet of water. At length, and after repeated assurances that I was who I said I was, he fell on his back again, breathing hard.
  • 'Richard,' he said thickly. 'Thank God. I though you were some kind of creature from space.''
  • Cancer: '"Richard old Man
  • are you Frozen? it is quite warm here. We live in a Penscione (sp.) I ordered Conche by mistake yesterday in a restaurant it was awful but Henry ate it. Everybody here is a damn Catholic."'(Bunny's letter)
  • Leo: The barmaid- in her fifties, with turquoise eye shadow and lots of turquoise rings to match- looked us over, our suits and ties. She seemed startled by Charles's order of two double whiskeys and a club sandwich. [...] When his sandwich came he picked it apart, ate the bacon and left the rest, while I drank my drink and watched the Lakers.
  • Virgo: ''Now,' he said. 'A single cap, roughly this size, of A. phalloides is enough to make a healthy seventy-pound dog quite ill. [...]'
  • 'Henry, how do you know this?'
  • He was silent for a moment. Then he said, 'Do you know those two horrible boxer dogs who belong to the couple who live upstairs?'
  • It was dreadful but I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. 'No' I said. 'You didn't.'
  • 'I’m afraid I did,'he said dryly, mashing out his cigarette.'
  • Libra: ''The poison doesn't take effect for at least twelve hours,'he said. 'So even if I overdose I'll have a certain advantage, a grace period. With an antidote on hand for myself, just in case...'
  • 'An antidote?' I said, jarred, leaning back in my chair. 'Is there such a thing?'
  • 'Atropine. It's in deadly nightshade.'
  • 'Well, Jesus, Henry. If you don't finish yourself off with one you will with the other.''
  • Scorpio: 'We went through a brief spate of target practice, shooting at mason jars that were lined on a wicker tea-table we'd dragged into the yard. But that came to a quick end when Henry, who was very nearsighted, shot and killed a duck by mistake. He was quite shaken by it and we put the pistol away.'
  • Sagittarius: 'The guard turned quickly, and somehow his gaze landed not on Henry but on Francis, who was standing staring into space. "So it's you, is it?" he said with venom. "Mr Off-Campus who thinks he can park in the faculty parking lot."
  • Francis started, a wild look in his eye.
  • "Yes, you. You know how many unpaid violations you're carrying? Nine. I turned your registration in to the Dean just last week. They can put you on probation, hold your transcripts, what have you. Suspend your library priveledges. If it was up to me they'd put you in jail."
  • Francis gaped at him. Henry caught him by the sleeve and pulled him away. [...]
  • "Why the hell haven't you paid those parking tickets?" Henry whispered to him.
  • "Leave me alone."'
  • Capricorn: 'What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten. Every cruel or fatuous thing I’d ever said came back to me with an amplified clarity, no matter how I talked to myself or jerked my head to shake the thoughts away; old insults and guilts and embarrassments stretching clear back to childhood—the crippled boy I’d made fun of, the Easter chick I’d squeezed to death—paraded before me one by one, in vivid and mordant splendor.'
  • Aquarius: '"Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner."
  • "Asparagus is in season," said Francis helpfully.'
  • Pisces: 'Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon. 'No,' he said, putting down his fork. 'Its true,' chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way. "I don't believe it."
  • “I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television."
  • 'How did they get there? When did this happen?'

anonymous asked:

This is probably a dumb question, but what is draconic astrology? I tried looking it up but I couldn't find a web page for it

Definitely not a dumb question! Yea there isn’t a lot of information on the web about it, I just started researching it the other day. You can make your Draconic chart on astro.com. I can’t remember exactly how you do it, I think once you create a normal chart, you click Back to chart selection, and then from the drop down menu  “Please select the type of chart you want:“ choose Draconic, it’s near the bottom.

Anyways, apparently the Draconic chart is supposed to be your soul, like who you were before life happened to you. So the normal natal chart is like, who you are now because of how you grew up. Draconic is calculated using the North Node. I’m terrible at explaining it because it’s very new to me, but Alyssa Sharpe has a video on it that I found really helpful. It’s very interesting!

Personally when I created my Draconic chart, I was like oh yea that makes sense… In Tropical (normal Western astrology), my sun is in Taurus, my Moon is in Capricorn, and my Rising is in Libra. In Draconic, my Sun is in Leo, my Moon is in Aries, and my Rising is Capricorn. I’m still trying to see the Cap rising in my life, but the Leo Sun and Aries Moon do make sense… like it’s who I am underneath all these layers, kinda like a side of me that the people most close to me see sometimes. They’re always so shocked that I’m so Aries, and I have been, too! lol, even though I do have my Venus and Mercury in Aries in my Tropical natal chart, it doesn’t seem to account for all that Aries energy. It’s as if my Venus and Mercury are the filters through which my soul’s Aries moon can exhibit itself. If that makes sense? You can also do a Draconic/natal chart comparison on astro.com, which is interesting, because you get to see what conjunctions you have between the two charts.

I’ve only done two so far, mine and my best friend, and we both found our Chirons to be very interesting. In my natal chart, my Chiron is in Leo. I’ve always kinda resonated with it, like it makes sense when I read it, but it never felt like a deep, deep wound. I’ve always considered my deepest wound to be in the realm of sexuality. And lo and behold, my Draconic Chiron is in Scorpio!! I was like omg duh…. My best friend also found that her Draconic Chiron resonated way more than the normal natal one. I suppose you could think of the natal Chiron to be a personality wound, while the Draconic is a soul wound. And to go further with this, it is interesting that my natal Chiron is in Leo, while my Draconic Sun is in Leo. The two of them are conjunct. It’s like my soul’s Sun is trying to get through this personality wound that I have around Leo-stuff. lol. Anyways these are just some of my thoughts about it so far.

Someone asked me about their Chiron recently and said it didn’t resonate with them (and it was a Scorpio Chiron, how synchronistic!) Anyways I think it was luna312, if you’re interested you may want to look into your Draconic chart! I’m curious if the Draconic Chiron would resonate more.

anonymous asked:

thank you for that post & i don't want to bring negativity into this, but i just feel like i have to say something. you should be happy with the way you look, because your skin is normal, your features are normal, your hair is normal, your body is normal. & yes there is such a thing as "normal". if you had acne that looked like a disease, if you couldn't have afforded to have straight teeth etc etc you WOULD want to change yourself, because it's not "normal"... you have no idea, that's the truth

Lol it’s okay. But that’s not the truth it’s your opinion and a lot of y'all seem need to learn the difference between fact and opinion. Anyway you say I “should” be happy with my appearance because I have “normal” features but that doesn’t matter because I wasn’t happy with it at all. In any way. Even though I “should” have been.
Everyone SHOULD be happy with their appearance because EVERYONE is freaking beautiful inside and out because we were created in the image of God, yet we’re flawed and most of us just keep finding reasons not to be happy with who and what we are. I met a girl in Indiana with a horrible skin condition throughout her whole body, she was very skinny and frail. But she was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met and I felt like she knew that, she just radiated joy. You can’t just tell people how they “should” feel about themselves, we feel however we feel.
That was the whole point of my post, that no matter WHAT we look like and regardless of whether or not society deems us “attractive” or “pretty”, we can still feel really bad about ourselves OR really good depending on how we feel inside. In other words, your comfort with your appearance has nothing to do with what you see and EVERYTHING to do with HOW you see it. The caps are for emphasis, I promise I’m not angrily yelling at you hahaha.
Anyway I appreciate you bringing this up so I could further my point and hopefully explain my opinion, not facts, to you. I mean I think some of my points are facts but who knows whether I’m right or not, I’m just basing it off my experience and that’s all I can do.
Have a good year btw