✨Advice for caregivers to littles with mental illness ✨
*-These can apply to all genders or sexualities.
-if you’re busy, maybe give them a general idea of what you’re doing/why you’re busy, so they don’t worry too much.
-avoid texting others when you’re with your little. If you must text others, let your little see what you’re texting if they ask.
-aftercare is very important. Try not to forget!
-if they’re telling you about their anxieties and worries, try your best to reassure them; short responses like “I’m sorry babe” can make them feel like you don’t care. We’re opening up to you, so short answers might make us feel neglected or annoying
-be patient; we’re trying our best
-NEVER IGNORE THEM.
-if your little is crying, and you’re not with them at the moment, ask them to go get a stuffie to hold. Tell them to go get some water too, because crying can make people dehydrated: this shows that you care.
-if your little has trouble falling asleep, make sure they take their sleep medicine (if they have it.) other solutions are singing to them, reading them a bedtime story, or if your little sleeps with you, holding them or stroking their hair till they fall asleep, and letting them know that you love them and you won’t ever stop loving them or something cute like that.
-if your little hurts themselves, don’t be mad or blame yourself: it definitely isn’t your fault. Try to stay calm and be gentle, as their mental state is probably very fragile. If you’re with them irl, help them rinse off and bandage up. If you’re long distance, video chat them and ask them to go wash off (and that you’ll wait there until their done) and then when they come back, ask them to put some bandages on them (especially cute ones!!)
Let them know that when they hurt themselves, they hurt you too, because that’s how much you love them. And do your absolute best not to hurt yourself; as their caregiver you gotta set somewhat of an example
-NEVER FORCE SEXUAL ACTS ON THEM. IF THEY SAY NO DONT PUSH THEM INTO DOING IT. This can cause severe damage.
-we’re little, not stupid; don’t belittle our feelings, thoughts, or ideas, and don’t treat us like idiots.
-if they say that something you’re doing is making them sad or upset or uncomfortable, either stop it or compromise. Don’t just continue doing it cuz it’s what you want to do. We aren’t trying to “change” you. We’re trying to be able to trust you.
-check in with your little’s self care now and then, as they may struggle with self care due to mental illness. Ask them things like “did you remember to brush your teeth ,baby?” Or “don’t forget to brush your teeth this morning, sweetie!”
-if your little struggles with self care, making them a checklist for daily tasks might be a good idea. Like a separate little rule list, more of guidelines, and if they complete each thing, let them know how proud you are. (Simple things, like brush teeth, shower, shave, stuff like that)
Get some sleep prior so that you don’t accidentally doze off
Wear comfortable clothing
Turn off or dim the lights in your room as much as possible, although this can still be performed in a fully lit room if you want
Lay down in a comfortable position - I usually lay flat on my back in bed with something covering my eyes as to not let any light slip through
Choose a soundtrack or playlist consisting of ambient music and binaural beats (this is my favorite- to be listened to with headphones for the best results)
The music and binaural beats help to get you to a relaxed, meditative, trance-like state without consciously trying too hard
Once you reach that state, you should feel somewhat of a “body high” or a tingly sensation all over your body
At this point, try to visualize the room you’re in and your surroundings as if you were actually standing there looking around and not laying down in a bed
When you can do this successfully, it’s time to actually travel elsewhere: visualize yourself walking around your room, and eventually ending up somewhere totally different - I always “fly” or “float” to my destination but how you get there is up to you - I personally like to go to space, but you can literally go anywhere you want
I would recommend creating an “astral sanctuary” or “astral temple” when you reach your destination - this is basically your home base for when you decide to astral travel back to that place
This requires more visualization to actually manifest something that was not there before - your sanctuary can be as low-key or extravagant as you want
Practice placing items and altering the surroundings in your astral sanctuary
Once your sanctuary is created and you have a safe place to return to, it’s time to explore your surroundings - this can take as long as you want, there’s no time limit just so long as you’re responsible with it and aren’t missing out on any real-life priorities or appointments
To re-enter your body, you must try to “snap out of it” and visualize traveling back to your physical body - I always end up repeatedly saying something like “it’s time to go home now” until I feel like I am becoming more conscious and aware of myself
You might be pretty exhausted after astral traveling, so it’s a good idea to have some water and a snack on hand for when you return
Do you have any advice on what to do if you lose your joy and interest in writing when a writer was how you identified yourself?
(wry look) Life just pulled one of those cute things where I had three-quarters of a response written and I hit the wrong keys somehow and it all went away. Which tells me that this is important. So let me recreate it.
The best advice I’ve got for you right now is to lean back and wait, because normally the joy and interest will come back. Being a writer, and having enjoyed and been interested in it previously, isn’t something that goes away all that easily. The set of behaviors that make up being a writer are complex and difficult to ingrain… which is going to make the ability to do this kind of work difficult to lose even if you were trying to do so. So, first of all: take heart.
Now it has to be said that, human nature and psychology (and nature itself) being the cranky intransigent things they sometimes are, it may (paradoxically) be necessary for your recovery of your joy and interest in the work to completely surrender to the concept that you might actually have permanently lost it. I know this sounds counterintuitive, but the effectiveness of simply giving up is sometimes surprising. There’s a saying attributed to Carl Jung, the father of the concept of Archetype as we now understand it, that goes like this: “What you resist, persists; and not only does it persist, but it gets bigger in size.”
(There’s a good long article about this concept over here in
Psychology Today: worth looking at. …Though I also have to say that the
illo at the top is hilarious and perfect, because Kylo Ren should frankly be the poster child for the whole idea.)
My own experience suggests that there are times when as soon as you give up, the thing that’s been eluding you either collapses to the ground where you can just stroll over and reclaim it, or turns around and runs headlong into your arms. Frustrating, but what can you do? When the whole point is to get whatever it is back, the idea that it played you a little in the process will after the fact seem less of an issue.
Possible causes for what’s going on with you are worth touching on briefly. I’ve had occasion to post a number of times about something that C. S. Lewis codified in The Screwtape Letters as “the Law of Undulations”. Now as much as I love him, there would be a lot of things that Clive and I would disagree about, but this wouldn’t be one of them. I think he was really onto something. So take a look at that basic post, and then we can move on a bit.
With the Law in mind, while you’re working on what “giving up” might look like – assuming you need to go that far – here are some possibly similar situations and strategies to consider.
Some of the above situations come with suggestions of possible things you can do about them. But do not underestimate the power of simply waiting a while and not doing anything. It’s worth emphasizing that in our culture as it stands at the moment, there’s endless emphasis on immediately DOING THINGS to fix what ails you. Sometimes not doing anything is more effective – though to some people that’s going to sound heretical, and you’ll run the risk of being accused of laziness (not least by the back of your own mind, once it realizes you’re onto something that’s going to give you back control of the situation. The self-sabotaging wiliness of a subconscious about to lose its advantage can be a terrifying thing… but even that loses some of its terrors when your conscious mind suspects or knows what it’s up to.) Anyway, ignore that noise.
Give doing nothing a good long chance. Stoke up on your reading. Get caught up on TV and movies if that’s your thing. Do other work. Create something that isn’t writing. (Cooking’s good for this. I love being responsible for mighty successes or godawful failures in the kitchen and knowing that the critics at Kirkus and PW are not going to give the slightest damns about it.)
But tl:dr; Don’t despair: just kick back and wait. And see how it goes.
…And eventually let me know how you get on. :) HTH.
Noctis: Hey, c'mon look at me and listen. You want to know a secret about the future and how not to be afraid of tommorrow? Here it is: The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. So you keep dreaming, higher and more unimaginable than anyone else!
Gladiolus: You’ve got the makings of greatness in you! But you have to take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it! No matter the squall! There’s gonna come a day when you’ll really get to test yourself and show the world what you’re made of! And I hope I’m there, seeing the light come off of you that day.
Prompto: Now you listen to me and listen good! A winner is just a loser who never learned to give up! So you be the best loser you can be and keep going! I’ll be cheering for you in the stands even if I cheer alone!
Ignis: Everything may seem hopeless right now, but there is a law in the world that is an undeniable truth. Good and better days will, and have to come. This storm will pass as all things do, and then you will be laughing at such a thing that you once feared.
Cor: In all my years I’ve learned many truths. Some that sound too good to be true, but they are. Let me tell you that what I am about to say is true; A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
Regis: There now, dry your eyes and lift your head up. Keep it up and may it never lower. Why you ask? Your crown might fall if you do so. A crown alight with all those brilliant ideas the world has yet to bare witness in this cold dark reality.
Cid: Take some advice from this old man, just do what you got to do to be happy. Life’s too short to be doing stuff to make other people happy. It’s real simple thinking, but too many folks don’t do it. Do whatever; sleep in a little, splurge a little, eat that treat youve been craving it dont matter what you do as long as it’s for yourself. Selfish? Maybe, but is it so selfish to take better take care of yourself?
Clarus: Walk tall and do not falter. You might think that it’s for a lost cause for you don’t see an audience, you don’t recquire one. Do it for yourself first and foremost, and if others are in awe of you wish that they can do the same for themselves.
Iris: Hey listen me! I know you might feel like a mess and that’s okay! Sleep it off or shake it off, but don’t let it stay! If it’s too much then let me carry some of that weight so you can stand tall again!
Cidney: Dont listen to the people who talk behind your back. You’re just two steps ahead of them is all! Instead of walking down other peoples paths, you go on ahead and make your own so other people can follow!
Gentiana: I know the days appear without end, a cold, dark barren wasteland. But it is in a wasteland where storms can be the strongest, and the deadliest. You are that storm. Nothing is in your way.
Lunafreya: Do not hide away your emotions. If you are sad, then cry. If you are mad, then scream. It is a reminder that you are human; and as any human you evolve. Stronger than ever before.
Ravus: Give no satisfaction to those who are attempting to destroy you. What words they speak they merely wish unto themselves, but are cowards to do so. You are no coward.
Areana: You beating yourself up? You a masochist or something? Heh, we’re our own worst enemies, but like they say; keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Even if that enemy is yourself, with each time you decide to keep going you’re beating yourself for entitely different reasons. That’s the way it should be.
Ardyn: Now, now my dear, no need to fret. You may think you’ve lost and failed at everything. But to have never tried, is never to have lived and besides - when you have nothing to lose, you have all to gain.
Nyx: Y'know, most people would have given up a long time ago. They wouldn’t have even bothered at all to keep going…So why do you? Heh, dont know? ‘Cus you got “something” to still keep you going even if you dont know what that is yet. Keep going to find out what it is, and if you can’t find the reason - then keep going for me, cus I’ll always give you one.
Libertus: Listen to me, you might say I’m just telling you this cus I 'oughta but I say it cus I really do care 'bout ya.The world would be more dark without you here. I mean it. You’re one little light out of a million, a billion out there and you might not think that you stand out or shine - but you do. Sometimes one little candle is all you need to not be afraid of the dark.
Crowe: You know when all is said and done at the end of the day, no matter how horrible it was - you’re still you but only better. It may not be by much, you might not even notice it. You survived and you learned, so that’s an accomplisment unto itself.
Drautos: I’ll tell it to you straight and simple; just do it. Whatever it is or whatever it may be, go on and try. Learn from it if you fail, keep trying if you want to. Kick ass and take names.
Luche: Head back, back straight and deep breaths. Take your own time when it comes to things, at your own pace. No one is rushing you, only yourself.
Dino: Listen 'ere kid, greatness ain’t born, it’s made. Like a diamond. Little peice of coal takes forever to be something that everyone wants. So take your sweet 'ol time and be the diamond everyone wants, and then dont! 'Cus a precious stone like you belongs to nobody!
They say when death is knocking at your door, life flashes before your eyes. You see much or the totality of your life history in chronological order, scenes and memories compiled into a fast and detailed movie.
But what happens when you’ve already greeted death in the past? What if death has already escorted you up the stairway to heaven?
Well, you don’t get much time to contemplate, because everything happens quickly. Streaks of blue flash by your eyes and suddenly there’s silence.
Until there isn’t.
You open one eye and hesitantly allow your vision to get used to the glaring gaze of the sun. Instead of the bright lights of heaven, you see trees, hubcaps of a car, and a very concerned-looking man staring from above. He bends over, gently taps your shoulder, and asks, “Miss, oh my God, are you okay?”
“I’m not dead?” you squeak, opening your other eye. There’s a loud ringing in your ears as your racing heartbeat struggles to calm itself. You pat every area of your body, shock etching on your face as you realize you’re very much not dead. “I’m alive!!” you loudly squeal.
How in the guardian of the gates’ name did this happen? How are you alive with barely a scratch on you? It’s impossible for a human to survive or prevent this type of accident-
It’s impossible for a human to survive or prevent this type of accident. Chills travel up your spine as it hits you how you survived. Of course!
Anyway Moriel shippers whining about Mor being gay can suck my dick lol.
Is it probably tokenism? Yes. Is it probably going to be lazy, last minute representation? Yes. Do any of you homophobes using these things for your complaints actually fucking give a shit about whether or not it’s tokenism? No! You’re just homophobic, so stop pretending like you actually care about the quality of gay representation!
I can’t believe some of you actually have the audacity to to say shit like “this is coming out of nowhere” and “Mor just doesn’t SEEM like she’s gay” and “but poor Azriel!” and “but I wanted Moriel to happen!” and “I’m not saying I don’t want representation, I just don’t think it should be Mor.”
First of all, if you’re straight (and most of the people complaining here are) how DARE you say anything about Mor “seeming gay” or not. How DARE you. What the actual fuck could you possibly know about it. Nothing. You could know nothing.
Second of all, of COURSE you don’t think it should be Mor. You CARE about Mor. Mor is beautiful, bubbly, funny, smart, outgoing. Her storyline is important to the main plot. She’s survived tragedy and emerged triumphant. You relate to her. And most of all, you want her to get together with a male character. And for her to be GAY? Oh no! Now this is ruined for you. Now she’s not perfect anymore. God forbid gay people have a gay character with positive traits they can look up to and relate to in a series. God forbid ONE character out of a TON of straights had to be made gay and now you can’t relate anymore.
I’ve seen multiple people say “I like the representation, but I thought Mor should be with Azriel and Amren should be gay. Why couldn’t it be Amren?” This. Is VERY telling. Amren is described as not overly beautiful, she has a more abrasive personality, and most importantly, she doesn’t seem interested in any kind of romantic relationship. At all. Her being gay would not get in the way of ANY of your straight romances/ships/plots. It probably would’t even be brought up a lot, because it’s doubtful she’d even be with someone. So people saying that Amren would have been a better candidate feels very much like “Ugh, the gays can HAVE that weird freak Amren, but it’s not fair they get that pretty girl! How can MOR be gay?? What about the boy I want as her boyfriend?”
So many people are shielding themselves from being called homophobic by saying “I want a character to be LGBT! I want there to be representation for LGBT! (Just not THIS character)” Well that’s bullshit, first of all because the way you say “LGBT” instead of “LGBT characters” or “gay characters” kinda reveals the way you view representation as some nebulous kind of check-the-box category to get over with instead something actually important, and second of all because the “LGBT representation” that you’re “all for” is a very specific kind of representation. It’s the kind that isn’t really representation at all.
You’re “all for LGBT rep,” but you never actually want characters you LIKE to be gay. You never want the characters you ship in straight relationships to turn out gay. You want the ugly characters, the evil characters (who are going to die anyway), the characters who never end up in relationships, (and the “smol bean xD” men who you fetishize and ship with other men, but that’s another issue) to turn out gay. That way you can pat yourself on the back for how good and diverse your series is while continuing to enjoy the main straight characters in their straight relationships. That way you’re never forced to invest in the humanity of gay people and their stories, because their “stories” are just a casual mention of their sexuality, or a side plot so tiny it might as well not exist (like in tog).
And as for “poor Azriel!” do I really have to tell you why that’s fucking dumb? I guess it’s not uncommon in this fandom to always prioritize men over women (re: “poor Rhysand when Feyre had to sleep with her abuser that must have been so hard for HIM!!”), but still. Listen to yourself.
On top of all of this, I find it pretty funny (I don’t. I don’t find it funny. At all. None of this is funny it makes me want to vomit) that straight people are throwing a tantrum and acting like it’s the worst thing ever that a ship they were passionate about couldn’t work out because of the characters’ sexualities. HAHAHAHAHAHA! The irony of it, honestly, and the fact that none of you realize it… wow. Do y’all. Have any idea. How many times that happens to gay readers? On a REGULAR basis?? The two characters are similar. Have good chemistry. Interact in a way that hints at a relationship. Would be perfect together. You care about them, you grow invested. And just when you think they might be endgame… oops! They’re straight, and they can’t be together. I don’t have an ounce of pity for people saying that they’re SO upset by this because they were in love with the ship and now it can’t happen because of sexuality. This is our LIFE. It happened to you one fucking time, and the relationship wasn’t even that developed; somehow I think you’ll be okay.
To sum it up, when I hear people complaining about Mor being gay because they thought she should be with Azriel, literally all I hear is “wait but gay people are fine only as long as they don’t get in the way of straight ships and characters :( why can’t they stay on the fringes of the plot where they belong and leave us straights alone :( we used to have 100% of the characters and plot and now we only have 99% :( life is so hard :(“
It’s honestly just really disheartening to see straight people responding so nastily to this, especially when this is just a tiny drop of real representation. Mor’s sexuality might not end up being well done in the book, but there are a lot of gay and bi girls who read these books and this could genuinely make a difference to them. And THAT will ALWAYS be more important than the success of a straight ship, especially in a series in which there is absolutely NO shortage of straight ships and characters. Go pick two of the other 10,000 straight characters to ship and leave us alone.
I saw that a lot of you wanted these~
Disclaimer: You still have to know English and the basics of math for these. This goes especially if you’re not a native speaker - your English needs to be at a pretty good level.
Read. A lot. Whenever you see a text that’s at least a paragraph or two long, take time to practice skimming. If you’re bored and have a little time, take something, for example a food wrapper, and try to find occurrences of a word (for example “Acid” for food) as quickly as possible. Hard mode: look for synonyms.
Practice filling out the answer sheet. This is a massive time-sink for a lot of people, so you should practice to eliminate it. Print out an example answer sheet and try filling out the circles quickly and accurately without distracting yourself a lot. Hard mode:Try doing it while not focusing only on the circles - look away or start thinking about the next question.
Check. A lot. The main goal of this strategy is to leave yourself enough time when you’ve filled out an answer for each question when you’re calm, know the questions and can focus on checking. Try and go through the questions, thinking, “This question tests this and that.” If you have the time, look at each answer and identify the error in it (harder for the math questions, but loads of fun if you can do it).
Think in patterns: Whenever you’re stuck on an example question, don’t just check the answer. Try and understand how the person found it, if this question is similar to others you have seen. The SAT only uses a few different types of questions, there will rarely be something to surprise you if you know the common patterns.
Rest: The SAT is a very demanding exam. Give your brain time to relax - my advice would be not to do anything mentally strenuous the day before the test. Also, something I found out from competitions - bring chocolate. The sugar in it helps your brain work better and shrug off tiredness and eating it will draw blood away from your brain, effectively hibernating it for the break to conserve energy. Also, it’s just a really tasty snack!
Use the right format for the essay. There are a lot of easy points for using the four/five paragraph system. Introduction, Reason 1, Reason 2, Conclusion. Begin each paragraph with a topic sentence and follow up with a story from your life or a book/movie to illustrate it. This way, even without using fancy vocab or grammar, you can get the points for structure and critical thought. Now just try not to make any obvious spelling mistakes and call it a day!
Try to quickly find an argument for the essay. They don’t actually rate how intelligent your argument is. So, take a minute or two, breathe deeply, and no matter how stupid your idea is, write it out. (You might still want to take caution with sensitive topics, especially if you’re an international. A dumb mistake I made in my first sitting was bashing on American charity - that definitely did not endear me to the proctors.)
Paragraphs: You have to have experience reading - look at how the topic never changes abruptly. Insert sentences that link what’s written before and after the gap. Final sentences of paragraphs shouldn’t raise more questions.
Sentence questions: Skim through the questions. Try to answer most of them, the first thing that comes to mind, and fill out the answer sheet immediately. Chances are, if it sounds good to you, it’s the correct choice. Do this quickly, then try and do the paragraphs. After you’ve done this, go back to the questions and start checking.
They usually test for a few broad topics. Identify if each sentence fits one of the patterns and answer accordingly. For the others, try and think what error they might want you to make. If you know you have the time, look at each answer in turn and identify the mistake in it. The most common ways for you to change a sentence would be:
Fragments: Try and see if each clause has a subject and a verb. Example: “In the dim light, making his way through the cave.” -> “In the dim light, he makes his way through the cave.”
Subject-verb agreement: Make sure that the subject is the one actually doing the action and singular/plural match. Example: “Gathering stones, the river was blocked by the men.” Did the river gather stones? No.
Consistency: Make sure that something introduced one way is always referred to like that (don’t switch out ‘one’ for ‘you’ or ‘they’). Make sure there are no extra linkers (”Since I was there, but he went too.”). Check if any verbs change tense when they shouldn’t. Don’t compare apples to oranges (”His homework was as good as John.” -> “As good as John’s”).
Adverb or adjective? If it describes a verb, it has a ‘ly’. Example: “She winked playful.” -> “She winked playfully.”
Singular or plural? Make sure not to refer to a plural object in singular. “Pandas, numbering in the hundreds now, is an endangered species.”
Prepositions, linkers, all the small words Sadly, you’ll have to know how they’re used.
Word fill: Note the answers that obviously don’t make sense. Mark the one of the others that sounds best to you (in the answer sheet, too!). If you don’t know one or more of the words, aim for simplicity. After you’ve quickly answered all of the reading questions, come back to these. Look at the relationships between the gap and the sentence - are you looking for a positive or negative word? Antonyms or synonyms to something before? Try and guess what unknown words mean. This way, you will probably be able to eliminate all the wrong answers.
Reading comprehension: You are not tested for understanding the text. Keep this in mind. What you are actually trying to do here is quickly find synonyms. If the question asks for “Was Anna’s family a) warm b) cold c) the spawn of Cthulhu?”, chances are that the text contains “Anna’s relatives acted chilly.” or something like that. Read the first question. Skim the text until it comes to that topic, then look for synonyms of the answers. Don’t make deductions! If you come across a ‘general message’ or ‘tone of the author’ question, skip it and answer it at the end of the text. The other questions will be in the same order as the answers are mentioned in the text. Checking: If you have time, look at each answer and try to see what in the text could mislead somebody to make that mistake.
Calculator use: My advice would be to not bring a complex graphing calculator. They just slow you down. Try and do most operations by hand, then use the calculator only for, well, calculations.
Basic topics to know: You are expected to be familiar with how to rearrange equations (ab=1 is the same as a=1/b) and solve linear and quadratics; cosine and Pythagorean theorems; number representations of lines and their intersections; median, mean and mode.
Solve like a crab! One of the best things I learnt in “Fun Math” classes was that problems are solved more easily if you work from the answer back. Try and see what you would need (in terms of information) to find the answer. Then look back to the text of the problem - is what you need there? In most SAT problems, it is, or you can easily find it.
Visualise: Especially for distance or geometry problems, make a small chart of what’s happening. Make lines for the distances the cars traveled or draw that pesky cylinder. Try and see in your mind how different elements move and which stay the same.
I guess this is all that I can say for now. Of course, this is my strategy so it might not work for everyone or it might not work without practice, so don’t think it’s a miracle solve-all. I’m always open for questions about ideas or specific problems, just write an ask~ And good luck to all future test-takers!
How to become a good student (again) 1:
Slow down to speed up
Hello, fellow ex-good-student!
If you’re anything like me, you feel this immense pressure on your shoulders, yes? You want to be good, you want to succed, you want to know more, but somehow -… somehow it just ain’t enough to actually get you to do something? Until the very last minute, that is, when all the pressure comes rushing down like a waterfall?
Ah, or perhaps that stress has driven you over the edge and you have achieved the next stage: being so stressed that you’re oddly calm again and nothing really fazes you anymore? Perhaps you have cynically accepted that this is just who you are now? Perhaps you say:
But somehow you fail to say it proudly. Somehow you’re just really unhappy with the state of things, but feel like you don’t give enough of a fuck to really change anything? Yes? Well, then this is the post for you!
Let me start with three observations that are less obvious than you might think:
1) “Naturally” good students (NGS, so people, like you and me, who didn’t have to learn how to be good at school, but kinda slipped into it) are good thinkers.
2) Good thinkers like to think.
3) Good thinkers are trouble-shooters.
Got these three ideas lined up? Alright, let’s move on.
These two attitudes above, where do you think they come from? I’d argue it’s disillusionment.
See, when I got to uni, I thought it would be like school - just WAY better. That would mean professors who fit their programmes around me, personally, who help my mind become sharper by letting it battle against just the right problems and getting taught how to really get to the bottom of life, to face the really Big Ideas, the Final Problems, the Why is the universe the way it is?s. Instead, it turns out, uni is like summer holidays - just WAY worse. No one fits anything to you, personally, no one picks out just the right problems, no one connects subjects in just the way you’d like it. You’re thrown into a maelstrom of ideas and it’s up to you to do whatever the hell you’d like with them. You’re on your own, but not in the hero vs. bad guy-way, but it in the loner in a crowd-way.
You quickly realize, uni is just a slightly filtered version of life in all its random glory and sadness. And I think that any student, anywhere, can have this epiphany at any given moment. You don’t need uni to suddenly look life in the eye and be overwhelmed by how sublime, how overwhelmingly huge it is and to realize: There’s no end goal (we know of). Just loads of open ends. An overwhelming amount of open ends, really.
Now, what do I mean when I say that NGS (”naturally” good students) are trouble-shooters? I mean that we’re good at working well within systems. We like to be fed input, to take it apart, to analyze it and to see how you could perfect it even further. That’s why so many of us are drawn to video games or TV series or fictional worlds with their own reward system. We like to figure out patterns. That’s also why we were so good at school - school is a fairly easy system. Once you’ve seen through which lessons will be important for a test, once you notice how teachers stress certain things more than others, once you notice you really only need to pay attention in class and you’ll spare yourself so much trouble, once you notice that doing your homework actually does help, once you notice these few pillars of school, you’re set, man.
I’d like to compare this to thinking on two different levels: a life-level (where you actually do stuff) and a meta-level (where you think about doing the stuff). My preferred analogy for this is a cube.
Ideally, you first figure out the shape of the cube (meta-level) and, once you’re comfortably settled into the system, you work within it (life-level). I’d say that most people operate this way, but NGS are …a little obsessed with this. The basic idea is that the system must first be perfect (or perfectly understood) before it is implemented, so it runs smoothly. This is what I mean when I say we’re trouble-shooters. We detect the trouble ahead of time and pew, pew, pew. And, as I said, this works with video games. And books. And school. And subjects. But life? Life looks a little more like this:
No one’s (yet) succeeded to fit life into this box. “But”, a little voice inside you says, “But I can try!” (and another, more smug voice, says “And who’s to say I’m not the one to succeed anyway?”) And, well, I’ve got good news for you! You’ve already tried! That’s why you’re here. In limbo.
You and I both, we’ve tried to figure out the perfect recipe for life. We tried to figure out when to best get up, when to best go to sleep, what the perfect conditions for studying are, what best to study in the first place, what artsy pursuits to keep doing to flex creativity, but to also focus on practical things and how to figure out the whole family and friends-thing and schedule it somewhere in between and maybe write a book or two. You’ve tried to create the box. I’ve tried to create the box. We both failed. Let me show you a highly artistic representation of what your brain has looked like lately:
Okay, fine, I’ll invest a bit more time:
There, that’s your mind. Pulling in every single direction. Is it really a surprise that you’re not going anywhere? Y’know this meme?
Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Now, if you’re anything like me, you’ll have a whiny voice at the back of your head going “But picking fewer battles is defeat! I’m sure I’ll conquer it somehow!” Well, then, let me mindslap you with the cold, hard truth: No. What you’re doing right now, that’s defeat.
This is DEFEAT. You’re not going anywhere and you’re disrespecting yourself, your mind and the subjects you’re interacting with by spending a fraction of a thought on them. You’re just using them as stepping stones. They deserve better. You deserve better. That’s why you fail to say it proudly. You know that, at some point, you looked at the big, huge mess that is life, realized “I won’t figure this out” and said “Well, I’ll stop trying, I guess.”
I’ll talk more about this in my “Yearn for friendship”-post, but for now, the main take-away is:
You won’t be done with figuring out life any time soon.
So, don’t think “I want to be done with this.”
Think “I want to be doing this.”
Step out of the meta-level into the life-level. It’s okay not to perfectly understand life right now. You’ll figure it out.Trust me, you’ll figure it out. But only by doing things.
Because, see, NGS may be trouble-shooters, but the trouble-shooting isn’t the fun part. It’s the first step to entering a magical world with which you can interact, be it maths, or Middle Earth, or a birthday party. We like to think. And you’ve been depriving yourself of the fun of thinking by thinking you have to do it in a perfect way.
“But what if it’s not perfect?” “That’s okay. You’ll get better. And something imperfect that’s striving to be good is always better than nothing at all. Some things you figure out by doing.Life is one of those things. Imagine you’re in a dark street and you want to illuminate it. You can either miserably sit in darkness and try to figure out a way to turn on all lights at once, or you can start with one and let the sight of snowflakes or petals welling up underneath it give you strength for the next. Allow yourself little successes. Allow yourself to have fun with imperfect things. Make the first step. Let it give you strength for the next.”
“But what if I lose time?”
“Be patient. Life will literally last all your life. This is as much time as you’re ever gonna get. Allow yourself to take this time and to take it slow. Again: think not about getting it done, but about the joy of doing it. Time spent doing the thing you love is never lost time. Put the pressure of your shoulders. Trust me, if you take it slow, your brain will speed up because it has breathing room. Let me repeat this: If you take it slow your brain will speed up.
So, allow your brain to think like this:
(or at least like this:
Be patient. I cannot stress this enough. Be. Patient. Time is not your enemy that you have to outrace. Time is your partner, whom you have to trust. Time helps you to grow. Time helps you to understand. Time literally helps you to BE. For me, the phrase that really struck a chord with me somehow was “I will grow as my hair did”, because it a) shows how long it can take for tiny changes to become visible, and how b) they do become visible in the end.)
“But I don’t want to completely lose my grip on the meta-level! I don’t just want to blindly run into one direction!”
“I get you. So did I. So here’s what I did: I made a pact with myself. On the 25th of every month (because my birthday is on the 25th, but pick whichever day you like best), I ascend to the meta-level and critically assess my own situation. I exit the cube and check if I like what the cube looks like right now. No? Okay, time to introduce some big changes. Yes? Okay, carry on as before. I actually wrote down basic rules for what life in the cube looks like (when to do laundry, etc.), so I wouldn’t have to worry about it during the month and let me tell you, it works great. During the month, I just let my mind slice and dice away (I’ll talk more about the mind as a weapon in the next post) and once a month, I check if I like the results. For me, at least, it’s the perfect arrangement.
So, be patient. And watch Hyouka - it’s about this very struggle and the MC slowly realizes that, sometimes, it’s worth to spend energy, mind-power and time on certain things. Some things… just take time. And that’s okay.
Grow as your hair does.
(Here’s the masterpost for all the posts in this series: x)
“Your friends have to hate me. There’s no
other explanation for this.”
You glance at Jay through the
mirror and laugh at the sight of him sitting at the head of your shared bed,
arms folded across his chest and pout on his lips. He’s been sitting there,
sighing or huffing in a not-so subtle attempt to catch your attention for the
past twenty minutes and he doesn’t want to beat around the bush anymore. “I
promise,” you laugh as you turn to face him, “they’re not doing this on
purpose. You’ve been out of the country. You should still be out of the
country. It’s not their fault that the tour ended early and you’re home
“You should cancel,” Jay hums
as he crawls across the bed to sit at the side. His arms wind around your waist
and drag you back onto his lap before you can protest. “We haven’t gotten reacquainted
When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant? +Feysand I've also been greatly enjoying all the little fics you've been writing :)
Thank you, friend!! This is probably not exactly what you were asking for, but for whatever dumb reason, this popped in my head reading the prompt. Hope you like!
BTW peeps: I’m still doing these, just working through them slowly. Feel free to keep sending them and I’ll try to do them when I can. Link to prompt list is at the end. <3
When Feyre rounds the corner into the produce section of the grocery
store, the last thing she expects to see is Cassian shoving a watermelon
under her husband’s shirt amid a choir of snickers from the pair of
them. Cassian has his phone out and is just about to Snapchat a pic when
Feyre clears her throat. The boys freeze, Rhys blushing just a tad.
“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” Feyre asks Rhys pointedly, stifling a smirk.
“Just getting a feel for things,” Rhys says cooly. “We can never be too prepared.”
don’t drop it!” Cass barks suddenly, seeing the huge melon begin to
slip. Rhys removes it without a problem and replaces it on the shelf.
two are going to get us kicked out of here if you keep goofing off. We
still have a lot of shopping to do and Nesta’s already bit my head off
about the right kind of cheese to go with the appetizers.”
Only Nesta could make cheese and crackers
feel unbearably stuffy. And as much as Feyre really does trust Nesta’s
expert opinion that brie will be best, she’s not going into this dinner
without a hunk of good old fashioned cheddar to see her through.
the mention of Nesta, Cassian’s eyes spark. How he could have forgotten
for even one minute that Nesta was within a five miles radius after
she’d let the shopping cart slip against his shins is beyond
Feyre. “Don’t worry,” Cass says walking swiftly past Feyre and patting
her on the shoulder the way he does when ‘the bro’ is winning, as Azriel
likes to call it. “I’ve got this.”
Feyre feels Rhys pull up even with her as she watches her friend strut off to face the horrors waiting for him in Dairy.
“I love Cassian,” Rhys says, and Feyre turns back round to face him, “but I think he has a death wish.”
Feyre tisks and pushes the cart toward the lettuce. “Stop, Nesta isn’t that bad.”
“The fact that you need to specify-”
holds his hands up in surrender and promptly plucks an apple from a
nearby stand, juggling it in a way that’s supposed to seem impressive -
never mind that it’s only one apple.
Romaine… baby greens…
organic… iceberg… Ugh, nobody even likes iceberg. Classic Cesar will
do, Feyre decides. Or possibly… The baby greens stare up at her.
looks back at the watermelon crate Rhys and Cassian had been messing
with and feels her stomach tighten. She and Rhys have been together for
nearly five years now, if you count the three years they dated before
getting hitched. She knows he wouldn’t pressure her. Not ever. But
sometimes he makes an offhand comment and she wonders if Rhys might not
be considering beyond her present wishes.
Feyre clears her throat. “Rhys?”
“Yes dah-ling,” he says. Neither of them turn around from their respective produce. Feyre’s not sure she could if she tried.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
chances a peek over her shoulder and finds Rhys has swapped his
one-apple juggling act for a rather thorough examination of the
differences between Fuji and Granny Smith that has his brows knit
together. “What’s that?” Rhys asks, and Feyre whips her head back to the
“About… not being too prepared.”
misters switch on unexpectedly, dousing the lettuce and Feyre’s
outstretched hand with a fine layer of mist that take her by surprise.
“Oh!” she yelps and jumps back, some combination of shock and nerves
forcing her into motion. Rhys chuckles and slinks over to lean on the
“Don’t worry,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Last I checked, water is actually good for you.”
“Very funny,” Feyre says, the humor not entirely making it past her lips. She feels rather than sees Rhys’s face twitch.
wrong? If this about Nesta again and whether or not you thinks she’s
going to throw a tantrum over your choice of rabbit food, I promise I’ll
“Do you want to have a baby?” Feyre blurts out
before she can help herself. Her stomach does a back flip just asking
the question. They’ve never talked about it before. Not since they were
just starting out dating and trying to decide if this was even a good
fit. She knows they both want kids. Maybe just a kid. But there’s
something terrifying about the idea that Rhys might want one now.
Rhys says, leaning forward and dropping to a whisper, “you know I enjoy
making love to you at all hours of the day, but if you think me shoving
a watermelon up my shirt is gonna piss the employees off, I don’t think
they’ll appreciate us-”
“I’m serious,” Feyre says, cutting Rhys
off. He blinks at her a few times, mouth parted open slightly. But Feyre
wants to know. Is determined to know. “Do you want to have a baby?”
Rhys backs up a step. “Do you want to have a baby?”
asked you first.” A small flash of intrigue in those deep blue eyes
searches her making her feel known and exposed in ways only he’s ever
“Alright,” Rhys says, folding his arms and seeming to
sense that she means business. Feyre draws a deep breath waiting. “You
know I want to have a kid - eventually. If you’re asking, do I want one
right now?” Feyre nods. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, shoot, if it
happens, then great. I’ll welcome it with open arms and shove a
watermelon up my shirt for nine months so you don’t feel so bad.” Feyre
releases a small chuckle at that and Rhys smiles. “Why so curious about
kids all of a sudden?”
Feyre rolls her eyes, more at herself than
him, and tosses a hand up. “I don’t know. I saw you joking around with
Cassian, but then you made that comment and you’ve said stuff in the
past, that I just wondered if maybe you were…” She pauses, catches
Rhys watching her intently with his brow raised in amusement, and lets
out a shaky laugh. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”
Feyre into his arms with his own chuckle and it feels like she can
finally stop fretting. “No, you’re not. It’s good that we talk about
these things. I just don’t understand why you’re so concerned with it?
You know we can take our time. And if overgrown melons are all we end up
with, we’ll be well fed.”
Feyre snorts. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you can’t deny it’s a good idea.”
“No, I really can’t-”
“Get that out of your nose!”
Feyre’s and Rhys’s heads snap to the side where Nesta has found the
produce section along with Cassian… who has shoved a small wedge of
brie up his nose much to Nesta’s chagrin.
Feyre grimaces. “At
least it’s shrink wrapped?” Rhys offers, and then laughs when Feyre
smacks her head into his chest with a groan. “Come on,” he says, rubbing
up her arms a few times for confidence. “Let’s go sort them out.”
“Go on. I just have to grab some lettuce first.” Rhys nods, heading off.
looks back down at her options and decides, maybe the baby greens
aren’t so bad after all. A nice watermelon salad could be good for
“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.
Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.
“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.”
He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him.
“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”
“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch. Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer.
“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”
Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines.
“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”
“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see.
“You know he didn’t.”
Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”
“How would that go?”
“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.
“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.
“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”
“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”
“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”
“High school? Maybe never.”
“That can’t be right.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”
Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”
Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”
“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”
Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”
Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”
“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”
“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.
“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”
“Calling this film a bonding experience might be putting it lightly. Many of the actresses knew each other before shooting — but now they’re in a special, insane little club that only they understand. It’s particularly special for McKinnon and Jones, both current Saturday Night Live members, who had no idea they were going to be cast in the film.
“I think I was getting fitted for something at Saturday Night Live,“ McKinnon says. "My agent called. I was pretty surprised, in a very good way. I truly had no idea.”
The group finally got together for the first time as the official Ghostbusters team at the 40th anniversary of SNL in 2015. “I knew I loved them all as performers and I guess I didn’t know quite how much I would end up loving them as people,” McKinnon says.
“I don’t know if I can say this, but Kate has literally become my bitch,” Jones says later. “That is my bitch for life. Like, she is my heart and soul. Kristen is one of the sweetest, open people that I have ever, ever encountered, and Melissa is like a mother. She’s just, like, really very nurturing … I’ve taken a lot of love from this group.””
Kate on getting her part in Ghostbusters, and also Leslie talking about how much she loves them <3 Everyday I’m still like so happy that we got this awesome movie with these four amazing and funny actresses..
Bangtan members reacting to horny gf whispering "tonight you are mine " to his ear in a public place ㅊ.ㅊ
That’s a good Idea ;) I hope you like it!
He would be shocked when hearing you whisper these dirty words. He would be like ‘‘did she really say that now?’‘ And after you showed him that you were serious about what you said, he would start to get turned on.
He would most likely judge you. He would become embarrassed, but not because of what you said, but in fear that someone might have heard what you said.
This was definitely a bad Idea. He would drag you home ignoring all the looks that the people would give you. ‘‘More like you are mine’’ he said with a light blush on his cheeks.
He would start laughing like crazy, drawing all of the attention from the people around you on him. He would give in though. But he would also tease you days after.
He would blush and bite his lip, telling you to wait until you’re both home. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you the whole time you were outside after you told him that though. (he looks so good on this gif omgomgomg)
Like Jimin, Tae would also start blushing. But instead of touching you, he would torture you with whispering dirty things in your ear with his low voice as revenge. That didn’t last long and you went home earlier than planned ;)
Jungkook would look like a tomato and would probably pretend to be the innocent one while stepping away from you. But once you both were home he let out his inner beast.
Bucky paraded around the building like a supermodel, leaning on all sorts of furniture, dropping pens like there’s no tomorrow, and seductively licking his lips at any man in the Tower. It wasn’t long before the news spread and all of a sudden the intel team were getting visitors’ galore. For no other reason than to ogle Bucky’s (but effectively your) body.
Oh, he was striking you where it hurt the most - if he was happy to make a bimbo out of you then two can play this game!
Author’s Note: Hey guys!! So this is a part of @amarvelouswritings 700 follower celebration. I would post it later, but this upcoming week is total nuts and I don’t wan to procrastinate and forget. It’s inspired by Luke Bryan’s song Play It Again. As always, feedback would be much appreciated. Enjoy! :)
Summary: Tony is throwing a beach bash to kick off the summer when someone catches Steve’s eye.
Other Characters: Tony, Wanda (mentioned)
Warnings: Fluff, talk about drunk/buzzed driving, almost smut
Since I'm a young person :) companions react to a 18 year old Sole having a crush on them? Them maybe feeling something towards Sole?
This reminds me of those shoujo manga where the student falls in love with the teacher (I’m really talking about daytime shooting star here) also I kinda skimped out on the whole, eventually feeling something for them, because they were starting to get too long and also I needa sleep lol, sorry;;
Cait: Straight up laughed in their face. Cait honest to god thought they were joking when Sole told her of how they thought of her. After a laugh, she noted the serious look on their face and realized that they weren’t joking at all. She calmed herself down and swallowed hard. “Wait yer serious aren’tcha..?” Sole just nodded and Cait was almost astonished. “Ye do realize we’re,” she counted the numbers with her fingers, “8 years apart right?” Immediately after she said that out loud she knew that it didn’t matter to them. All she could do was sigh and coolly tell them to not get ahead of themselves; a thing she would eventually come to regret saying.
Curie: Curie was a nervous wreck when Sole told her they liked her. She felt an entire array of feelings, her face was warm, her heart was pumping, and Sole waited patiently for an answer. She felt like she was at a loss for words. “Excuse me but, don’t think you’re kind of young?” Sole explained to her that their age didn’t really matter, and that it didn’t change anything about they felt about her. Their enthusiasm spoke to her, all she could do was fall silent and think to herself. Curie could never outwardly refuse something without trying it, so what she did tell them, was that she didn’t have any feelings for them yet, but if they were willing to be patient, she might get there.
Codsworth: Flattered but politely refuses.
Danse: As soon as Sole told Danse their feelings about him, he was taken aback, and it showed on his face. He was clearly embarrassed and confused. It took him awhile to reply, but once he did he had to clear his throat beforehand. “Look, soldier, I don’t, really know what to tell you..” Danse paused a lot. He looked at Sole, who already had a look of remorse; because of their expression he had a really hard time keeping eye contact. “You’re still, very young. It might, be for the best if you found someone around your own age.” They were absolutely crushed, and Danse knew it. He told them he would still be willing to travel with them, which they were okay with as well. Danse eventually learned more about them, and his own thoughts about them changed. Every now and then he made sure to tell them he appreciated their company, and everything they did. He never went any farther than that though, he didn’t want to go back on what he said.
Deacon: Deacon’s mouth was hanging open, as if he had no control over it. Sole had just told him that they had feelings for him and all he could do was give them a stupid look. “This is some weird joke right..?” They shook their head, and said that they really meant it. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “okay sure, let’s say I did feel the same. Are you completely sure you’d want to run with a guy like me? I’m built on lies.” Sole absolutely and positively knew how they felt about him was real, and they made sure to tell him so. He didn’t want to flat out reject them, but he didn’t want to feed into the idea either. “You’re still young, maybe you just don’t have enough experience with this kind of thing. Maybe you should think this over more, then we can have an adult chat about this, alright?”
Dogmeat: He already loves them!
Gage: “Boss quit messin’ around, we’ve got stuff to do.” Sole didn’t reply, rather just looked at Gage hard. After awhile of silence he looked at them and saw just how serious they were. It never bothered him that he was taking orders from someone younger than him. With raiders it didn’t really matter what age you were, as long as you were smart and tough, then you could lead just about anyone and everyone. He didn’t say anything for a long time, he just held eye contact with them. “Are you sure about this?” Sole was sure. Another moment of silence fell over them. “You did take our ages into account right..?” Sole again, confirmed. Gage just kept asking them questions, low key trying to avoid giving them a straight answer. Eventually he succeeded in averting their thoughts to something else and entirely avoided the subject.
Hancock: “Listen kid, I don’t have anything against you but you’ve really got a lot to learn yet.” A quote that Hancock would remind himself of later on in his and Sole’s relationship. At the time Sole just accepted it as a ‘no thank you,’ from him, but now that Hancock had been traveling with them for so long, basically all he could say to himself was, “fuck.”
MacCready: After Sole had confessed their feelings to MacCready, he was taken by surprised and all he could do was laugh nervously and avoid eye contact. He felt a little weird about it considering they were some years younger than he was. The best reply he could come up with was, “I don’t really know what kind of people you liked before were like, but I really don’t think I’m the best guy for you, at least not right now.” Regardless of seeming crushed, Sole still wanted to travel with him which was alright. During this time, he started noticing more things about them like their quirks and such. After a long time he had to come to the decision that he liked them too, at which point he just kept thinking to himself, “okay well I’m only 22, so that isn’t, the biggest stretch…”
Nick: “Kid we’re light years apart.” Nick was blunt with them. “You can literally see how much I’ve been through, and here you are, young and fresh.” Sole insisted that this changed nothing. Nick didn’t know how he could let them down gently, so he just out and said what he needed to. “I’m going to be honest with you because I think you can handle it. I don’t think that a relationship between us would work out, just because of our differences.” Sole agreed to some degree, but begged him to give them a chance. Nick was reluctant, but he agreed. Being with someone for a lot of time can change how you see them, which was something that Nick sure learned while traveling with Sole.
Piper: “Whoa..” was all Piper could utter when Sole told her they liked her. She was caught off guard and didn’t know how to react. “You’re uh, you’re like 18 right?” Sole told her she was correct. Piper rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, “Jeez, this is legal right..?” Her cheeks were tinted red, and you could see just how nervous she was. “Blue, it doesn’t even feel like we’ve been together long enough for you to be saying this, maybe you should think this through.” Sole was dead set on their feelings, and they made sure to tell her. She didn’t know how to handle the situation, so instead she asked if they could talk about it later.
Preston: Never once did Preston laugh at Sole for telling him that they liked him. He treated them the way they deserved to be treated; seriously. He looked them right in the eyes and told him that he was just a little uncomfortable with their age difference. Sole understood that, but told him they were willing to wait for him to develop feelings for them. Preston respected Sole tremendously, and told them that he didn’t like them now, but maybe he could later on. Which he actually did end up doing.
Strong: What the hell is a crush.. like, crushing things with your bare hands? Strong’s on board!
X6-88: “You’re 18. This might not be a good idea.” X6 was straight forward and didn’t think twice about what he was saying. Sole insisted that their age didn’t matter. He gave them the faintest look of surprise, because of how sure they were. “I think you’re an exceptional person, but I do not have feelings for you as is.” He made it a point to tell them that this exchange didn’t change anything for him, and that he was still willing to travel with them regardless of how they felt about him.