just in case you were wondering~

anonymous asked:

Hi! What was it that you liked about ho gu's love? I haven't seen much people making it their fave romcom, so I was just curious about what make it special for you. Also, do you make kdrama reviews, like in a separate blog or a website? Thanks!

i’m honestly so bad at explaining why i like things… but it was just such a warm drama with such wonderful leads

Do Hee was one of the first female leads i’d seen where she didn’t take crap from anyone, but i didn’t feel like the writers were creating someone who needed to be tamed? (which admittedly is the case for so many of her type of female leads)

She challenged everything, and she had ownership. But she wasn’t perfect, and she was still lonely and vulnerable, and kind, and funny,  and loving, and fierce, and cold, and beautiful. And I love characters like her, because they just feel so much more real.

And then there is Ho Goo, who yeah, has feelings for Do Hee, but never pressures her on them, but instead just stays by her side, helping her with her baby and looking after her in away he can - without any expectations. 

He’s wonderful and kind - sweet and earnest to a fault so to speak. And thats not to say he’s perfect either, and his development is in his journey from a naive puppy to a reliable partner to lean on.  

Even the drama’s ‘jerk’ character, Kang Chul was honestly just a dork who just had no idea how to interact with people but was still trying his hardest to be a good friend and person.

i also liked how they dealt with the rape aspect of it, because it wasn’t done in a typical kdrama manner where it was all makjang and then happy ending  - it was presented in a way that is so real, for so many victims - people blamed her, implied that she brought it upon herself, told her to forgive the guy, that he just made a mistake, when she charged him for rape people called her a gold digger etc. and it was honestly very well done imo, and the entire situation felt brought out some really raw emotions for me 

this ended up being really long lols, sorry…
i dont have a separate blog or anything because i dont really write reviews (everything i say is an incoherent mess, and a whole load of word vomit lols - i tend to talk about dramas only if people ask, or as they’re airing lol)


mbti moodboards 

INTJ (the mastermind)

[INTJs] are introspective, logical, rational, pragmatic, clear-headed, directive, and attentive. As strategists, they are better than any other type at brainstorming approaches to situations. They are capable but not eager leaders, stepping forward only when it becomes obvious to them that they are the best for the job. 

Strong-willed and very self-assured, they may make this decision quickly, as they tend to make all decisions. But though they are decisive, they are open to new evidence and new ideas, flexible in their planning to accommodate changing situations. They tend to excel at judging the usefulness of ideas and will apply whatever seems most efficient to them in accomplishing their clearly envisioned goals. (x)


heyy since it’s no shame november does this mean i can post my incredibly self indulgent au…….. ok good

ok so in all honesty wild times always reminded me of tiana’s palace and at first it was just for fun but then i got reeeally invested heheeee,,,, (also yes judy is naveen in case you were wondering bppt) hope you enjoy because i might draw more of this

also trish drew this au too so you guys should check that out because it’s a really good drawing

As someone in her thirties watching OUAT

I have to say something.

I’ve seen this post today mentioning Rapunzel’s age on Tangled, and I was thinking about how in all the fairy tales the princesses are usually 18 (maybe even less, never more). 

When I was a child they have always seemed to me so adult, so mature. I couldn’t wait to get to this age and become a woman of my own (and if it comes with a prince, even better).

But then the years pass (still no prince in sight in case you were wondering), but I finally do feel like a woman. And as such, I look back at age 18, and I don’t see it as an age where I was really an adult. I truly didn’t know anything about life yet back then. I didn’t know who I was, not for real anyway. And I just look at these princesses now, from the wisdom of my age, and just think, whoa, whoa, what’s the rush? You have your all life in front of you to get to know yourself, then meeting that prince (or princess, or even no one in particular). All these fairy tales seem even more unreal somehow.

But then it suddenly hit me, my favorite princess is actually a woman in her thirties:

Her fairy tale story began when she turned 28 and not 18!

No offence to those of you who are still teenagers or in their early twenties, trust me, one day you will maybe understand this post better, or maybe you are even getting it now, but I just want to take this post to acknowledge the fact that A&E chose the proper age for their princess to began her journey as a swan in oppose to a duckling. 

Emma of age 18 was thrown into jail, and had a baby she gave away for adaption because she was still immature. She was led by the guy she thought was her “prince charming” right into a jail cell, and pregnant, probably because she was still a child who didn’t know herself enough to realize she needs to put herself first (or to use protection…).

It took her 10 more years to come to the point in which she truly knew who Emma Swan was. To become an adult. To be really able of becoming the hero, the savior, the princess.

She regain her son when she was at the right age to become a mother:

She regain her parents certainly at a very old age, but at the age she could tell them how she really felt  

But also forgive them from a mature prospective

She was able to use what she learned about herself during her entire life, to fully fulfill her role as the savior and the princess

 And she met her true prince (well, pirate) after she knew exactly what she was looking for, what she needed from him, and what she deserves

Don’t get me wrong, at this age people don’t just stop being a little childish

The young spirit is always there at any age. But I feel like Emma (and all of us at this range of ages) knows just a little more about life itself, and she was taking the role of the mature princess at the age it was truly designed for.

Why Bill is the coolest Weasley brother

Here are just some of the ways Bill Weasley shows he is the absolute cat’s pyjamas. Which, in case you were wondering, is far better than the ghoul’s pyjamas…

“Bill was – there was no other word for it – cool.”
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

He’s a curse-breaker for Gringotts

The job title alone sounds pretty awesome. Not only does Bill have goblins for colleagues – notoriously tricky customers – but he also gets to do the majority of his work amid the pyramids of Egypt. He’s pretty much the closest the wizarding world has to Indiana Jones.

He showed us that it’s cool to be clever

Obviously we already have Hermione flying the flag for bookworms everywhere, but Bill is a very smart fellow too. He also seemed a little more cavalier about his intellect than Hermione, who has a Boggart that tells her she’s failed all of her exams and literally turns back time to make all of her lessons count.

Meanwhile, Bill has O.W.L.s coming out of his ears and a Head Boy badge under his belt with seemingly no stress whatsoever. No big deal.

He has style to boot

Mrs Weasley may be in a constant battle with her eldest son regarding his aesthetic choices, but when Harry first claps eyes on Bill’s long ponytail, fanged earring and dragon-hide boots, he deems that his clothes ‘would not have looked out of place at a rock concert’.

Just imagine, for a moment, being Bill Weasley’s rock concert companion; you’d score so many cool points just by being near him. Imagine the inevitable crowdsurfing.

He mocks Percy’s cauldron bottoms

Only Percy Weasley could discuss the topic of cauldron bottoms with such regularity and still manage to keep a straight face.

Naturally Fred and George can be counted on to relentlessly mock Percy and his stiff-collared approach to his new Ministry job, but it is in fact the eldest Weasley brother we can thank for first mocking Percy’s cauldron bottom report – and he even manages to do so while having a mid-air table battle of epic proportions. Classic Bill.

He’s patient with Mrs Weasley’s fussing

We all know how annoying it is to be fussed over by your family, and Mrs Weasley’s niggling of Bill for his appearance must get irksome. That’s if you’re the sort to be irked though, which Bill clearly isn’t.

During one such conversation with his mother, when Molly protests that Bill’s earring isn’t appropriate for work, he puts paid to her argument with a simple, ‘Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure.’ Bill one, Molly nil.

He knows when it’s time to spring into action

Though he’s Mr Laidback the majority of the time, Bill still knows when it’s time to act. When the Death Eaters make an appearance at the Quidditch World Cup, Bill is immediately ready to aid in opposing them.

In the aftermath, although injured, his arm bleeding ‘profusely,’ Bill’s only concern is if the person who conjured the Dark Mark was caught. That’s our guy.

Even Rita Skeeter doesn’t get to him

Some of our toughest cookies have taken the cruel words of Rita Skeeter and her poisonous quill to heart. Hermione, who rarely takes notice of what idle gossips say about her, was reduced to tears by Rita’s slander; Hagrid, the man who befriends bloodthirsty beasts of all shapes and sizes, resorted to hiding out in his hut thanks to her unkind words.

But Bill? Please. He brushes aside being branded a ‘long-haired pillock’ with the greatest of ease.

His wife is amazing too

Almost every other guy in the series had fawned haplessly over the beautiful Beauxbatons student and Triwizard champion Fleur Delacour, but the second she sees Bill Weasley, it’s game over.

As Fleur is ‘eyeing Bill with great interest,’ is he all a dither? Of course not. By playing it far too cool for school, Bill gets the girl effortlessly. Well played, Weasley, well played.

He’s calm in the face of adversity

When Voldemort returns and everyone is, understandably, going to pieces just a tad, even Dumbledore doesn’t seem as brimming with joy as usual.

While Dumbledore enlists people with their duties, worried about the logistics of getting word to Arthur, Bill cuts the Headmaster short with a simple, ‘Leave it to me,’ followed swiftly by a clap of the hand on Harry’s shoulder, a kiss on his mother’s cheek, a swish of his cloak and an admirable striding exit. Now that’s how it’s done.

He took a brutal werewolf attack in his stride like an absolute champ

When Bill is mauled by Fenrir Greyback, he’s scarred for life. This would be enough trauma to drastically alter even the strongest of people.

However, while paying visits to the recovering Bill, Harry observes that ‘in personality he seemed just the same as ever. All that appeared to have changed was that he now had a great liking for very rare steaks.’ Fenrir who?

Ruby Rose’s Letter

“Hey, sis.

I hope my letters have been reaching you and Dad. I know written stuff has never been super reliable, but… I guess it’s all we’ve got these days. Anyways, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say… I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea, and after everything I’ve been through, I can definitely say you were right.

“It’s been hard, hard on all of us, and I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here. Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew, and every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good… or something terrible. It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get - almost makes it all worse.

“You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen. But you were right; bad things do happen. They happen all the time… every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully, do some good.

“We’ve all lost something. I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. We’d never have a chance to see whatever beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves, or the world around us. And we’d never be there for other people, who one day, might be lost without us. This is what we were training for, Yang - to become Huntresses. To be the ones stand up, and do something about all the bad in the world… because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

“Believe me when I say I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try… if not for us, then for the people we’ve already… for the people we haven’t lost yet. 

“I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake, too. But I think you’d all be proud to know I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the headmaster of Haven Academy. And he told us some things you’re going to want to hear - things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. But maybe if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need Dad at Signal more than ever. I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me, but it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

“Until next time, your loving sister.” 

Do you ever remember that Gansey and Ronan RAN to make it to Adam’s court case in time

Do you ever wonder how that went down. Like, do you think they were sitting in second period, both of them putting together that Adam wasn’t there, and both of them panic for a moment before remembering that Adam has moved away from home and it isn’t for the same reason it used to be

And then Gansey uses his Gansey Charm Power to get the office staff to tell him why Adam called out

And then they look at each other and don’t say a word and just RUSH to the courthouse, Gansey ignoring the speed limit for once in his life and them running up staircases trying to find the right courtroom (holy shit there are so MANY why are there so many)

And Ronan fucking ties his tie right because this is Adam and this is Important

And Adam might think he is unknowable but they know him better than he knows himself

Do you ever cry

[Missed it by three, but whatcha gonna do? Anywho time for announcements. I will be opening the box this week and closing it next week to the fact that next Saturday I will not be able to monitor the box because I’m going to a convention. Also I probably won’t be doing ask many replies within the next week because I have a cosplay to finish by next weekend, so yeah. That’s it for now, thank you for 420! ]

First Kiss (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

A little one-shot-something to enjoy while I’m working on requests!


Rating: Quite the fluff here, passionate fluff-filled Newt helps me get out of bed in the morning. 

“Y/n?” Newt called out with a slight huff of disappointment. Where had you gone off to? One moment you were behind him tending to the Bowtruckles while he fed the Niffler, and the next time he turned around you had seemingly disappeared.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the dinners, cuddles, and long walks you two had begun doing when you began to further cultivate your relationship a few months ago…rather it was just that the time spent with you taking care of the creatures in his case was his absolute favorite of them all. To see you so maternal and patient to even his most stubborn beasts, to see the wonderment that brightened up your face when he was able to show you something new, but most of all to revel in the fact that you truly enjoyed his passions and his company.

“Y/n?” He knew you hadn’t to have wandered too far, so he merely rolled his sleeves up and began checking a few enclosures while softly calling for you.

He finally discovered your whereabouts when he strolled into the Thunderbird exhibit. You appeared perfectly satisfied just to stand in the pouring rain to observe Frank in his natural element, watching the graceful beast with shimmering E/C eyes.

Newt, however, was admiring the sight just before him, in a sort of trance as the rainwater slowly seeped into your clothing and dampened your H/C hair that shimmered as lighting flashed and thunder cracked.

“He’s so majestic in the rain,” You hummed thoughtfully, fiddling with your hands behind your back as you looked to Newt, who had the courtesy to cover you with what you assumed was a magic invisible umbrella of sorts that flowed from his wand. “Don’t like water?” you teased, flashing him a flirtatious smile that immediately made his cheeks flush.

“N-no, I was worried you may be cold,” he explained timidly as he averted his gaze, your chest blossoming with affection at his instincts to keep you safe and happy.

Your hair produced it’s own raindrops from its soaking state, plopping onto the puddles below that gave you a bit of a silly idea. “It’s actually quite warm, see?” you giggled, kicking the puddle and dramatically spraying the wizard with a small shower of rainwater.

The invisible umbrella disappeared as Newt attempted to block himself with a chuckle, “Y-Y/n!”  he muttered, though with a youthful smile.

His childish instincts took over for the moment, as he didn’t hesitate to splash you back, though he took the more effective route of cupping water from a small pool that collected in the worn wooden platform and spraying its contents over your head, since he was taller than you.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, Mister Scamander,” you growled playfully, quickly grabbing an empty food bucket that had now collected a hefty amount of rainwater, giving you quite the upper hand as you chased your snickering Hufflepuff.

The two of you laughed at one another as you pursued Newt around the enclosure, his nimble legs carrying him over the rocky obstacles and wooden platform along the habitat much faster than you. Still, you knew you had the advantage, as Frank had taken quite a liking to you in the last few months. So as soon as Newt rounded a corner with a nervous chuckle, you hopped onto the main platform and scrambled for hidden cover under Frank’s wing. The Thunderbird gave a light squawk to acknowledge your presence and call for Newt’s attention as he ran past.

The magizoologist skidded to a halt, arms slightly flailing to prevent him from slipping in the rainwater as he turned to the enormous beast, green eyes wide and on the lookout when he didn’t hear your giggling behind him. Having the keenly trained eye for his creatures, Newt barely suppressed a grin when he noted Frank’s left wing slightly shuffle unnaturally. “Where’d she go, Frank?” he whispered upon approaching the Thunderbird, as though he were divulging a secret. “Don’t suppose she’s hiding underrrr…” Newt lurched forward to lightly brush at Frank’s wing, prompting him to lift it and reveal—nothing. “…here?”

Instead, Newt blinked rapidly in surprise as Frank suddenly leaped into the sky of the enclosure to hover, the wind from his flapping wings causing Newt to step back just off the platform as he scanned the area for you.

He didn’t need to look far, though, as you had crept up from behind and took the opportunity of his distraction to fling the bucket’s contents over his head. Newt could only give a small yelp, followed by a soft “O-oh dear!”, the bucket effectively soaking him all the more, which made you burst into a fit of laughter that roared over the thunder.

Frank landed back on the wooden platform with a ground shaking thud, giving a curt screech of amusement himself.

“T-truce!” Newt spluttered out, hands in the air as he shook his soaking cinnamon curls from his freckled face with a chuckle.

“I win!” you giggled excitedly, running a hand through your H/C locks as the rain continued to pour and drench your already soaking clothes.

An almost frivolous grin graced Newt’s features, the corners of his eyes crinkling in pure elation as his seafoam gaze appeared to be utterly captivated by your mere presence.

It was right then, when he looked up at you and saw your wet form: clothes clinging to your skin, rain droplets catching on your eyelashes, and your mirthful E/C eyes that it dawned on him the sheer natural beauty you possessed, that it was you who was his favorite of all his creatures in the wide expanse of his case.

Newt felt his heart thunder in his chest: you were his ideal aesthetic. Your delicate H/C hair now dripping down your shoulders and framing your angelic face so divinely, water droplets catching on your eyelashes as you panted through rose-petal lips that curved into the most genuine of smiles. Your laughter rang like perfectly tuned bells, echoing in his head that was only occupied with thoughts of your humor, kindness, and bravery he greatly admired. It was in this moment of perfection he wanted to assimilate every detail of your being, to memorize the curvature of your hips, the outline of your enchanting smile, and count every eyelash atop your deep, sparkling E/C eyes he could melt in and lose himself for all eternity.

“What?” you asked with a slight scoff, the corners of your lips twitching into a smile, E/C eyes scanning the wizard to decipher what exactly he was thinking as he continued to stare at you in…wonder, perhaps?

Newt let out a sigh interwoven with a slight whimper of relief, a thoughtful smile crinkling his freckled nose as you noticed tears begin to brim his now slightly-dilated saturated green eyes.

Your expression turned to one of concern as you dropped the bucket with a clatter. “Newt are you–”

But the wizard only shook his honey-curled head dotingly. Mustering all of his combusting emotions into courage, he took the plunge, closing the distance between the two of you, his soaking wet form enveloping you in an affectionate embrace. His lips crashed his into yours, lean arms snaking around your waist and tracing up your spine, pouring his every impassioned thought and desire through the intimate contact and purposeful touches.

Now this, this was what bliss felt like. Newt found no other conceivable word to accurately define the hurricane of euphoria that wreaked welcomed havoc in his heart.

You gave a soft sigh of pleasure when he slightly retracted for air, your sign of enthusiasm giving Newt the adrenaline-induced encouragement to dive in again. His movements were softer now, soothing and sweet as heated fervor gave way to warm sincerity. Newt’s hands ever-so-gently trailed up from your waist to caress your cheek as his lips pulled away from yours and ghosted along your cheek breathlessly. You felt the unmistakable sensation of his shy smile against your skin that shivered with rapture in response to sensual butterfly kisses he left in his wake.

“I adore you,” he cooed affectionately, his warm breath in your ear inciting bristling goosebumps that only intensified the meaning of his flawlessly delivered confession.

You had no words, though as Newt pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, your watery E/C eyes and quivering smile spoke worlds to him. He gave a deep chuckle that you easily reciprocated, the two of you practically intoxicated on adrenaline, reducing you both to a giggling, tearful, elated mess. And it was there you stayed for the evening, embracing one another and whispering sweet nothings in the heavy rain.

Though it was the first of oh-so-many, you always savoured the memory of this particular moment where you shared your first kiss with the magizoologist you wholeheartedly adored.

And as it would be, Frank began conjuring similar heavy rainstorms, if and when you and Newt visited his habitat together.

Suffice to say, the Thunderbird exhibit quickly became Newt’s favorite enclosure.

Hope you enjoyed! 

A big thanks to those who have liked/reblogged and have left such lovely feedback in the comments, I appreciate all the love and support I’ve gotten, it’s an honor to write for all of you!

Tags: @maybe-maj

I often miss you and not in the way I used to. You were my first love, my first sight of what I wanted in my future and so much more. I fell so in love with you so extremely fast and I often wish that wasn’t the case. You were only in my life for a few years, but somehow your presence still lingers here. I wish that you would just go. Take all of your lies, your false promises and your excuses and just leave my life. I’m not good enough and I never was good enough for you. I know you aren’t the man I need in my life to make me a better woman. But sometimes I wish you would’ve stayed just a little longer so I could’ve figured that out on my own. Because sitting here, missing you, wondering why you chose her has made me a person I never wanted to be. In love with someone who never loved me, and unable to let anyone break down the walls I have built to keep the memories of you out. So please, if there ever comes a day you decide you miss me, please just stay the hell away from me. I was never good enough. I was too young, too naive, too in love. Whatever you want to say, just know I would’ve done anything for you and I wake up every day trying to kill off the memory of you.
Thank you for breaking me in a way I didn’t know was possible.
But more importantly, thank you for making me who I am today.
Without you walking out and completely breaking me, I wouldn’t stand as tall as I do.
Thank you. Now get out of my head.

Pairing: Maria/Eliza

Modern middle school AU (they’re in eighth grade)

Word count: 1372

Warnings: none (Eliza is a cinnamon roll who doesn’t swear)

sequel: Blue



She stood out because she was wearing red.

Most people, for the first day of school, had gone for neutral shades–grays, blacks. A few, Eliza included, had chosen soft pastels. Eliza was wearing jeans and a floaty blue shirt.

But the new girl was dressed in a stunning red color, a tight solid-colored shirt. A gray sweatshirt was tied loosely around her waist, and she was wearing dark skinny jeans.

Eliza saw her immediately.

The halls were packed, anxious sixth graders trying to unlock their lockers, seventh graders flirting and running around, and eighth graders such as Eliza and the new girl strutting around. They knew how to deal with middle school at this point.

Eliza’s little sister Peggy was starting sixth grade, and Eliza was helping Peggy calm down.

“Liz, what if my lock gets jammed?” Peggy asked anxiously. “What if I trip on the stairs? What if someone makes fun of me?”

“Pegs, chill. You’re one of the best kids I know, and you’ll do fine. Everyone else is as worried as you are and won’t notice if you do trip.”

“But what if?” Peggy persisted, and Eliza sighed, leaning against the locker next to Peggy’s. She gazed out over the sea of people, laughing and greeting friends, and that’s when she saw the new girl.

Eliza’s breath caught in her throat.

“Liz? Liz? Eliza? You still with me?” Peggy asked, waving her hand in front of Eliza’s face. Eliza shook her head.

“Um, yeah, sorry. Go ahead and get to your first period. I’ll see you around, okay?”

Peggy nodded wordlessly and carefully closed her locker door.

The new girl was already gone, lost to the ocean of people, but she had stood out enough that Eliza was positive she would recognize her later.

“Hey there, Eliza!”

“Hi, John,” she greeted the freckled boy. His hair was in a neat ponytail, better than it had been all summer, and his arm was casually slung around Alex’s shoulders.

“How are you?” Alex asked. “We haven’t talked much these last two weeks!”

“You’re right,” Eliza agreed. “I’m…uh…did you see that new girl? The one in red?”

“Eliza has a cru-u-ush,” Hercules sang, appearing out of nowhere. Eliza blushed furiously.

“No, I, uh, I just wanted to know her name is all,” she said defensively.

“You’re-how you say-out of luck,” Lafayette said. The French teen gave her a smile. “We don’t know her.”

Eliza sighed.


Her first class was history, and when she walked into the classroom, she gasped audibly.

The seating chart was alphabetical. Her last name, Schuyler, was right behind the new girl’s last name, Reynolds, and they were right next to each other.

The new girl was already there. Hands shaking slightly, Eliza walked over to her desk and sat down.

“Hi,” the new girl said. “You must be Eliza.”

Eliza nodded, trying to find her voice. The girl was even more stunning up close. Her red shirt was satiny, and light was catching on the material. “Um. Yeah.”

“I’m Maria. It’s nice to meet you,” Maria said, and Eliza couldn’t help it–she smiled.

Conversation was light and easy between the two of them, and when the bell rang, Maria shot Eliza a quick smile before facing front. Eliza melted inside.

That’s when she knew she had a proper crush.

“It’s been two months, Angelica. This crush isn’t going away. I really wanna do something about it.”

Angelica sighed, closing her laptop and spinning in her swivel chair to face Eliza, who was lying on Angelica’s messy bed, her long hair hanging over the mattress. “Ask her to the movies or invite her to a sleepover or say something during the school day.”

Eliza sat up too quickly and got dizzy. “Angelica–”

“A, b, or c?” Angelica asked, steamrolling over Eliza’s complaints. “Ten seconds.”

Eliza panicked. She sure wasn’t going to say anything during school, for risk of rejection and being laughed at and suddenly noticed (she much preferred the background, thank you very much). A sleepover? She’d only known Maria for two months, for goodness’ sake!

“A! A! Movies!” Eliza shouted over Angelica’s countdown, and her older sister grinned.

“Ask her tomorrow to go on Saturday.”

Tomorrow was Friday.

“Angelica I can’t do that she’ll reject me and laugh at me and not wanna be friends anymore, Angelica why did I ask you for advice you’re pushing me to actually take the first move and–”

“You did say you wanted to do something about it,” Angelica interrupted, and Eliza gave an exaggerated sigh.



“Hey, um, Maria, I, uh, um, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

Maria turned towards Eliza, her eyes showing her confusion. Normally Eliza was either quiet or flawlessly eloquent. “Not that I can think of. Why?”

Eliza fiddled with the sea glass bracelet she was wearing. “Um, I was, uh, wondering if, erm, you’d like to go to the movies with me tomorrow?”

Maria let out a little laugh, and Eliza bit her lip.

“Of course, Liza. What movie?”

“You can choose,” Eliza decided, an immense feeling of relief sweeping over her. “Let’s meet there at…one?”

“Sounds good,” Maria said.

The day passed far too slowly for Eliza’s liking, but all too soon Maria was waving and heading out the door. “See you tomorrow!”

Eliza lifted her hand in response, but Maria was already gone. Grinning to herself, Eliza gathered up her things and left the classroom, eager to get out of the school building.

“Angelica, help.”

“Did I say you could come in?” Angelica asked irritatedly, removing one earbud and squinting up at Eliza from her nest of blankets in her bed.


Noting the anxiety filling her sister’s tone, Angelica closed her laptop and sat up properly. “What?”

“What do I wear?”

Eliza looked so lost and confused and scared that Angelica had to help her. She sighed, then got up and led her sister to the closet. “You can borrow my…uh…blue sweater. You’ve always looked good in blue.”

Eliza took the sweater, folding it over one arm and then standing there nervously. “What if…what if I mess this up?”

Angelica engulfed her in a hug. “Then I’ll be waiting here with hugs, hot chocolate, and a shoulder to cry on. Go do this. I know you can.”

“H-hi, Maria.”

Eliza’s voice wobbled and she hoped Maria wouldn’t notice.

“Hey!” Maria greeted cheerfully. “So, I think we’ve got two good options. Wanna help me pick?”

They chose a movie, bought tickets, and then stood in line for popcorn. Maria paid for everything, not even letting Eliza take her money out of her purse. Eliza didn’t complain, just smiled and then stared at the back of Maria’s head when the other girl turned around.

Maria headed straight to the back of the theater. It was mostly empty, as the movie had been out for a while. Eliza followed and sank into the plush seat. Maria handed her a handful of popcorn, and their hands brushed.

Eliza barely breathed, not moving, and Maria stared at their touching hands, for once at a loss for words.

They simultaneously dropped their hands.

When the movie started, the only other people were a couple families seated down at the front. Eliza couldn’t tear her eyes away from Maria, and her hand slowly crept over to Maria’s. She hovered her hand just above it, about to reach down and grab Maria’s hand. Then she stopped.

She couldn’t do this.

During a romantic scene, Maria turned so that she was facing Eliza. Eliza felt her breath catch in her throat.

Both girls unconsciously moved closer.

“I like you, like a crush,” Maria whispered.

“I like you a lot,” Eliza admitted.

“Can I…” Maria finished the question with her eyes, and Eliza almost laughed before leaning in and kissing Maria first.

Lips, tasting like buttery popcorn.

Hands, in her hair and on her neck.

Her own hands, tangled up in Maria’s hair.

One kiss, impossibly right in so many ways, sealing away all her doubts.

“I liked that,” Maria muttered when they broke apart, and Eliza giggled.

“Shall we try again?”

Right before Maria leaned in, Eliza noticed what the other girl was wearing.



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