these are all hair orientated omg i have such a thing for her hair

The signs as IVE known them

Saw this floating around the horoscope tags and decided to do one of my own. Disclaimer this is the signs as actual people I have known and does not account for the behavior and personality of the signs as a group.

Signs as I’ve known them:

ARIES: Homestuck, anime, world of war craft. Glasses. Short red hair. Goofy jokes. Feminist as fuck. No seriously don’t fuck with the angry feminist. Pan sexual. Open minded. Lover of all things cats. Odd little British southern cinnamon roll. Ramen noodles, toast, cheese, coffee. Baking is life, not a hobby. Art, creativity, so smart but doesn’t see it. So sweet but will stand up for what’s right. Doc martins.

TAURUS: Good food, healthy while also being comfort food. Cheesecake with berries and pecans. Nature walks with her golden retriever mix. Bedding so fluffy it’s like you’re sinking into a cloud. Painting the walls earthy Gemtone colors. Paintings everywhere, art studio with a glass wall looking out over the backyard. Champagne blonde curly hair pulled up into a messy bun,tan skin. Green tea and Panera bread when we’re on the go. Incense burning in the living room. Knows all the celebrities. Friends with George Clooney. Getting me autographs the entire time I was growing up.

SCORPIO: opinionated. Never wrong. Overly confident. Mustang convertible. Pink everything. Spoiled af. Pasta all the pasta,Olive Garden fuck me up. No seriously, what’s a vegetable? Mani-pedi’s every week. Hot tub Sunday’s. Traveling. Christian when it’s convenient for her. Harry Potter. Twilight. Basic bitch, but still hella cute. Cali life. Superstitious. Terrified of ghosts. Biology major. Goal orientated. Self centered. You either love her or hate her, there is no in between, and she couldn’t care less either way.

SAGITTARIUS: prayer beads. Incense. Messy unkempt curls. Thick beard full of tufts of cotton from work. Blue eyes. Goofy smile. Weird sense of humor. So incredibly intelligent. Bollywood movies.

LIBRA: Blonde hair, amber eyes that are warm and mesmerizing. McChickens only mayonnaise. Country music and pretty little liars marathons. Talking about boys and being set up with one of her cute friends. BEST LAUGH I’ve ever heard. Inside jokes. Sister like bond that is unbreakable. Always having each other’s back, even if they’re wrong. Being there for each other through heart ache and abuse. Understanding each other like no one else could. Cigarettes and bonfires. Staying out all night, lying to your parents about where you are. Riding around in a jeep going no where in particular, windows down, hair blowing in the wind, freedom. Best friend. Soul mate. Platonic love of my life.

VIRGO: Road trips filled with loud music, LAUGHTER, Taco Bell quesadillas EXTRA SAUCE and sun drop, lots of sun drop. Staying up late at night dying each other’s hair and making art with oil pastels. Matching tattoos. Getting ready for a party, trading clothes, throwing them on the floor until you find the right outfit. Waking up late extremely late and rushing out the door in a hurry. Unwashed hair pulled up in a ponytail. Sitting in the bathroom floor In front of a mini heater playing with her makeup and talking to her while she showers. Ice skating with a hangover. Cats. A strong love for all animals. Hookah. smoking for the first time in a cold attic, making jokes and laughing til our stomachs hurt. Shady house parties in basements. First girl I ever kissed. Rise against. Being close and sharing everything, having someone you can be 100% real with,just yourself, no facade.

Opinions, lots of them. Stubborn as FUCK. Sharp tongue, soft heart. Passionate about everything, music, politics, art, cinema. Captivating smiles, Green eyes lighting up when they’re talking. Wanting to share their hobbies and passions with you. Sending you music, making you playlists. Loves all music. Crying during movies. Love for sci-fi. Love for human kind. Chips for dinner. Lemonade vodka and strong bow. Toboggans (as he calls them) through all seasons. Love poems. Snuggles and talks about aliens and conspiracy theories. So soo intelligent. A smile that could stop your heart.

Very studious. Smart. Glasses. UFC.
Mustache. Funny. Red hot chili peppers. New shoes. Principled. Phlebotomist. Football. Coffee obsessed.

CAPRICORN: Tiny human. So fake. Will stab you in the back for a French fry. Spoiled brat. Disrespectful to her parents. Queen bitch. Pop music. New car every 6months. New boyfriend every 3.. OMG IM SO
FAT. Weighs 100 lbs soaking wet. Dog lover. Cat lover. Great Britney Spears impression. Gave her rabbit chocolate one time. Thinks she invented steak and eggs for breakfast.

CANCER: I don’t think I know a cancer????

Football. Long black hair. Stories on Native American culture. The Grateful Dead stickers on an old dresser. Reptiles. The smell of weed lingering on his Tshirt. Playing golden eye in the living room. Dinner consisting of beef jerky, Doritos, snickers and dr.pepper.

GEMINI: Marlboro reds. Curly brown hair. Deep brown eyes. Broken nose. Heath ledger doppelgänger. Perfect teeth. Led Zeppelin. Skate board shoes. Foster kid. Nick names. Has a cat named kitty mow mow. Promise ring after 3 months. Very troubled. Compassionate. Loves deeply. Secret tattoos. Protective. Possessive. Red.
Hoodies. Awful friends. Video games.

Just Roommates: Part 3

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate+College Adventures lol.

Characters- Y/N, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon

Word Count- 1.6k+

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4  

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2  



This was definitely weird. I was no longer in the position to function like a real dude. I was frozen and shook. I was literally so vulnerable to death and threatened by a hung set of lingerie.

“JK, please. Get used to it now. It was bound to happen in the process of living with the opposite gender.” I try to cheer up myself and get the blood flowing into my body again. But honestly, my blood was rushing to different places where I didn’t want it to.


I somehow managed to take the shower but wasn’t feeling okay. I wasn’t okay, perhaps the feeling of a sexually frustrated boy and mine were strangely similar. Part of me wanted several things to happen.



I wrapped the towel around my stream waist, just below my belly button and slightly about the V line. I exist the bathroom and saw Y/N?! She was right there sat on the floor eavesdropping maybe? WTF?! She gave me a slight smile and rushed inside to quickly collect her garments. In less than 5 seconds she was out of my way from the door. “SORRY. I’ll just go now.” She stutters and bow at me in apology. The way she ran was faster than anything in that moment.

We apologize to each other so much. It was like every action contains an apology, no matter what it is. GOSH! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO WEIRD?!


MAN. I SAW HIM SHIRTLESS AND WET AND Holy Shitzo. R.I.P. Innocence. 



I rushed to the door and opened it.

“Excuse me? Y/N, so rude of you, you didn’t even give me your number.” Jimin tells me jokingly. 

“I uh-“

“Park Jimin, you cunt, what the hell?! Where were you all this time? I told you to stay here till I got back but you didn’t.” Jungkook was lowkey mad.

“Yah, relax. Y/N had come in at that time. She seemed trustworthy so I left.” Jimin gave that bright cheeky smile of his.

“Ah, seriously You-!” he told, meanwhile I was stood there smiling like an idiot.

“Okay, you both quickly grab your asses to the college, we have an orientation lecture today.” Jimin informed us.

Jungkook and I both got dressed as quickly as possible and left with Jimin to the college. It felt so awkward and awesome just walking between those two handsome hunks. I couldn’t help but notice Jungkook’s fashion. It was nothing too much, but his looks were kind of killing me. We accidentally managed to brush our arms several times while we were on our way. We exchanged looks and quickly increased the distance as to avoid any more awkward moments. we soon reached the campus hall and then, we all found seats to get on.

Little did I know, I was amused to see a good bunch of guys walking towards us. I was really shook and scared. “College ragging, perhaps?” I thought.

“Yah, you, you and you, tell us all you know about yourself.”, the guy with blonde hair spoke.

“Uh- I- Well, I’m Y/N. Hi. I’m from-“ I was cut off.

“Yah, you’re kinda pretty. Jungkook-ah, Jimin-ah, how did you manage to get along with such a princess?” The guy with a pretty smile said, making me blush.

“Y/N is Jungkook’s roommate!” Jimin busted out.

“Oh Shit down you! Really? Oh my god.” The handsome tall guy just came out of nowhere and said so. SHIIIIT. HE WAS SO ATTRACTIVE I WAS ALMOST UNCONCIOUSLY SWEATING AT HIS PERFECT VISUAL. I was just there contemplating as to what did I do to deserve this. I was stood there, kind of embarrassed and lamely smiling BETWEEN SUCH BEAUTIFUL GUYS I CANT-

“DAEBAK JUNGKOOK! How did you score without even telling us omg, this is crazy. I’m jealous!” The pretty smiled, guy hit him in the arm and I was going to explode with embarrassment.

“Hyung! Shut the fuck up OMG. She is just my roommate! I didn’t even know her before that! Omg, you’re embarrassing, hyung! Sorry Y/N, this hyung is crazy.” Jungkook blushed as he splattered out his madness. 

“That’s okay.” I laughed it off. I actually, uncomfortably scoffed and wanted to cry in the corner and leave the college right away. I couldn’t stand the company of such hot dudes.

“Anyway, Y/N, these are our hyungs and seniors, except this Taehyung, he’s gonna be with us.” Jimin told me comforting from all the fluster they caused.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon, from Physics major. This is Hoseok, from dancing Maj department and of course our little Taehyung, from literature department. Sorry for being so abrupt, I hope you’re fine.” The blonde, Namjoon introduced themselves. They were actually sweet! I thought they must be the creepy seniors who would rag us for weed money.


Somehow I couldn’t keep my eyes off Taehyung. His eerie-ness was attractive. I was dumbed so bad at that moment. We took our seats in the lecture hall and boy orientation got me so good! I was inspired to learn and score and learn! This was going to be a very exciting journey for me. I didn’t think about any of the guys who were around me.

After a while, the boys left and I was all alone, so I kind of started wandering about the campus and trying to socialize with others. As I was walking by, I hear some girls talking about “some hot guys” and being the ass I was, started to eavesdrop.

“Did you see the black haired guy! Omg, Stef, he is SO HOT! Ah-!” some girl said.

“I would literally do anything to get in those pants of his! WISH I COULD BE HIS GIRLFRIEND! UGH” I was still suspicious of as to who they were talking about.

“I know right! But he will be my score, I’m telling you that.” The blond girl said.

“But did you see that guy, Jimin! Holy cow! He’s like the sweetest guy! I would strip for him right now if he wants!”. 


“Oh look at you, slut!” i hear them.

I looked around and saw the boys sat under a tree and talking and giggling. I was so flushed at seeing Jungkook smile like that and I wanted to go and hug him for being so sweet all this time, already. WAIT-  these girls were talking about them! I felt  lucky to be the roommate of the guy who every girl wanted to fuck right there. I smirked to myself but also got sad, because the girls were really pretty and he might just end up with one of them.

Anyway, I didn’t want to ruin the day, so I left the place and went to explore the city.


Hyungs embarrassed the heck out of me should today! What would Y/N even think of me now! *cries*

“Hyungs, seriously though, please don’t bring out the perv inside of y’all in front of my roommate.” Jungkook decently told.

“Wooooohuuuu! Kookie got possessive. Y/N is cute though, isn’t she! Did you guys talk?”, Taehyung asked like an excited child.


“Not much. We just met, you know. “I said. 

“Yah, Kookie, she is your roommate now. You better get to know her before you pass out and sweat the fuck out of your body just in the process of ignoring her.”. “Yoongi hyung!” I scream as I see him. We both did a bro hug. “How have you been?!” I ask him happily. “I’m all good. I’m a to the g to the u to the std. You know that.” He made his infamous sassy face. “Aigo hyung I missed you. I wish we could talk more. I really seem to be needing your help.” I tell.

“Yah! What about us? Huh? Huh? Huuuh?” Hoseok hyung said. 

“You seem to have forgotten me, kook?”. It was Jin Hyung, finally! I trusted him with life. 


“Kookie you’ve grown up well. How is life here? Did you move yet?” he asked.

“I am in kind of trouble. When I was moving, I was told that I’ll have another scholar from another country living with me… and guess what? It’s Y/N and she is a girl. Kill me.” I face-palmed with sadness and the amount of ‘awkward’ that had built up in in the past 30 hours.

“Aww, you guys should bond together. I suggest you to go to for a nice hike with her over the weekend. So, that you guys get to know each other better.” Jin told. Everyone started woo-ing at me and the idea of me bonding with my ‘roommate’. “H-Hike? With a girl?! Hyung! Hell no! I will die.” I cried.

“Plus, Y/N doesn’t have many friends here, so she will have a good company over the weekend. I would so do this, JK!” Jimin exclaimed. 

“She seems harmless anyway… You won’t get raped. Chill.” Taehyung mocked me while everyone laughed along. I legit was having a panic attack. 

“Jungkook! This is now or never. You either suffer once or suffer for 4 years straight. GTFO, and tell her this if she doesn’t have plans yet. Trust us, we’ve been with girls. We know how this all works.” Yoongi ordered. 

“Jungki, don’t think too much bro. You’re not taking her on a date. She is just your roommate. You feel me?” Namjoon added, making my hart skip a beat. 

Everyone was excited with the idea of it, but I was dying. I was in pain. I couldn’t refuse and I was about to it regardless. 

I need to get over this, War Of Hormones. 


Feedback? x 

I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry I’ll try to post often. I have been really busy with college and stuff. :’( 

Things will get exciting and saucy af in the next one, I promise. ~w~


Michael/Warlock: Another day with nothing to do. You’ve finished all  your homework and you  wanted to do more than just watch the same videos on youtube. You picked yourself up and told yourself you would excercise even if you hated walking, running or anything to do with physical activity. It was a clear day out so you decided that what was the harm   in getting some clean, cool, fresh air? You put on a pair of leggings and an old tank top you no longer use and tied your hair back to keep out out from your face and jogged down the stairs. You got a  jug  from when  you were 8 and it filled it up with clean, cold water silently cursing your brother for taking all the cool jugs and losing them whenever he used them.  You put on your favourite pair of trainers and jogged out of the house.

You started out walking first because you wanted to keep a steady pace. You looked at all the other houses  that lined the block.  They were decorated in the best Halloween decorations even passing one with a fake graveyard and wondered where people had the time to  put so much effort into it.  You took your Ipod from your pocket and started playing a song you’ve been listening to recently and silently mouthed the words.  You would never admit it but you were actually having a really good time just listening to music and smelling the  nice after-rain that was left over from the night before.

You rounded the corner and  saw a pale figure in the sunlight. His hair  as white as his skin. He was collapsed on the floor near a lamp post and he wasn’t moving. You were scared and panicked and didn’t know what to do. You wanted to run back the way you came but questions stated popping up inside your head.  Should you help this guy?  Was it a hoax of some kind?  Was this some kind of prank?  Did he just have a crazy night out?   These questions ran through your head but you realized you were being silly and unreasonable and this guy needed help. You ran up to his figure and felt for a pulse.  There was a faint heartbeat but irregular.Nevertheless,  you knew he was still alive.  You  reached for your phone and felt nothing. That’s right. Your leggings had no pockets and you left your phone on the kitchen counter. Typical that you would remember your Ipod but  forget your phone. The guy moved and let out  a soft cry but fell back into his previous quiet state.    A  few joggers jogged past  but completely ignored him but greeted you. You asked them for help but they would say they didn’t see what was wrong and  hurriedly jog past you thinking like you’ve lost your mind and continue on.   You decided to pick him up and try bringing you home yourself because hey you were out of options and you had to admit you wanted to feel like that superhero  in that movie you watched from the night before. Surprisingly he was as light as a feather.  Seriously, he did not weigh anything.  You were a bit confused at this, but this only made your job easier. You carried him to your house with great difficulty and luckily you met noone on the way.  You layed him on the sofa gently.  And that’s when he opened his eyes. You saw what a nice shade of green it was before  he stood up so quickly it made you dizzy. Apparently, it made him dizzy too because he clutched his head and  fell back on the sofa.  He still had his eyes open and took in his surroundings. They looked from the sofa to the ceiling to the paintings on the wall before  they layed on you.

Calum/Ghost:   You had another long day and put your  house keys on the kitchen island. You got your favorite tub of cream from the freezer and a  spoon from one of the kitchen drawers. Feeling tired like always you plopped down on the couch and started spooning little bites of sweetness into your mouth.  You took in the surroundings of your new house. Curse your dad for getting that new job and having to move.  On the coffee table were books that your family have collected over the past few generations. You’ve  always wondered what was in them. You started browsing  and just casually flipping through the pages.“(Y/N) could you please  come up?” your mom sounded from upstairs.  You sighed heavily and put the book you were looking at back on the table and headed up the stairs of the two-floor apartment.Your mum was unrolling a newly- bought oriental rug she probably purchased from a little store downtown. “(Y/N) could you bring that little  box to your room. They look like old textbooks you used to own. Just put whatever you don’t need anymore back into the box once you’ve finished sorting through it.”You sighed at the thought of doing another chore. You had had to do so many things because of the move. Scrubbing the dust off the floors.  Taking the dust away from the curtains. Fluffing pillows to remove dust. SO MUCH DUST.  You headed to your room and changed into a more comfortable attire. Bicycle shorts and a plain old black T-shirt. You tied your hair back and started sorting. Most were useless old textbooks, but some were great stories you used to read as a kid which you put back into your bookcase. As you were putting back one of your favorites,  you spotted a black book you’ve never seen before. It was old with age and looked  worn out. you took it and started  silently reading it. It was an old family book  you concluded later on as you browsed the pages.   You went to the most recent entry. A family tree.  You noticed how this must be somebody else’s family book probably forgotten by the previous owners.  You skipped to the most recent person. A guy named Calum who looked about your age.  You wondered if you would have known him.  He died only 3 years ago. You felt sad.  He looked like such a  nice guy.   You wondered what kind of guy was he. What  was he like? Where were his parents? Did they actually live here? They must have.

 “ Calum.” you said lost in your own thoughts, wanting answers.

“Yes?” he said materializing in front of you. You screamed and dropped the book.  

Ashton/Shapeshifter: Walking home on a Friday night wasn’t one of your better ideas, but it had to be done. You had stayed late at work again and now had to go to get some dinner for your family according to  the text your mom sent you three minutes ago. You sighed, feeling exasperated and wanting nothing more just to curl up in bed and sleep, but now you  had the added responsibility of getting food  for four people. You  approached a convenience store and tugged at the door. Locked. Closing time was 6:00. You took out your phone and pressed the home button. 6:30 the time read, and you sighed and continued restaurant hunting. You looked up at the sky and saw the buildings and how beautiful they were at night with all the colors and lights that seemed to give the city that friendly glow you learned to love and enjoy.

Walking along the  road, you passed a KFC and noticed that the lights were on and their poor attempt at decorating for Halloween was a spooky  ghost holding an open  sign in neon lettering. Chicken and mashed  potatoes wouldn’t be a bad dinner you said as you entered the store. The little bell rang alerting the employee at the back of the shop. When you reached the counter, the employee made his way to you and gave you a small smile .  He had sandy blonde hair that was curly and cut short and eyes that were green and hazel at the same time.  He was a bit sweaty and he looked tired, but still he greeted you happily. You caught your breath and felt yourself blush a little.

“ Hey! Welcome to KFC. Can I get you anything?” he asked with a small smile.

“ Can I have number three please?” you asked

“Sure, Take out I’m assuming?”

“Yeah, thanks.” you said.

You don’t know why you were being so polite. You should have said something cooler. How though? Omg.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the paper bag he handed you . You took it carefully  and balanced it with all the other stuff you were carrying.

“Thank you and see us again.” he said and gave you a small wave and another smile.

“Thanks– Ashton. “ you said looking at his nametag. He gave you a small grin as you exited the store.

You walked along for 5 minutes breathing in and out, finally happy you had taken  care of the responsibility and could now enjoy some  chicken and sleep when someone blocked your way.

Marissa. She was a bitch to say the least and  always teased you and called   you out for the stupidest things.

“Hey Y/N, I heard you and Ian are on the rocks  right now.” she sneered.

Ian was  your  ex-boyfriend who was a dick , so you dumped him. Still, it hurt to think about.

You tried to move past her and carry on, but she blocked your way again.

“I heard he broke it off with you. Is that true?” she asked in an offensive manner.

“I broke it off with him. “ you said and said nothing more because you knew she just wanted to make you angry and you weren’t going to give her that privilege.

“How p-”  Marissa stopped and stared at the growing shadow behind you.

Connor,  Marissa’s  ex who she still clearly liked, the guy who never even talked to you before ‘til today , put his arm around you and relieved you of the heavy KFC bag you were holding.

“Is there a problem here?” he said as he put his arm around you affectionately.

Marissa’s jaw dropped and she just looked back and forth between the both of you.

She looked like she was about to say a rude retort until she put on a fake smile and said cheerily:

“No. I was just on my way home.” Marissa gave  Connor a small smile and you a subtle glare as she pushed past you and started walking the way you came.

You looked up at Connor with his dark hair and shining blue eyes.  He grinned down at you and dropped his arm from your shoulders.

“Thank you, Connor.  You didn’t have to do that, I co-”

“I’m not Connor.”

“Oh.” you said. How could you have been this stupid? You tried wracking your brain for  the name, but noone crossed your mind. This had to be Connor. Then you realized, he was kidding.

“ Hahahaha.” you let out a nervous laugh, but you realized his face stayed completely serious.

“ If you’re not Connor.. Do i know you?”

“Yes.. just not this way.”

And he changed.

The dark  hair became sandy blonde and started curling  at the edges and his blue eyes became the green you had only saw a few minutes ago. His form grew taller lankier and he handed you the KFC bag  with the same cheeky grin.

“Hi. I’m Ashton. Can I help you?” he says nervously.

Luke/Vampire: You picked up your duffel bag filled with boardgames, sweets and stuffed toy animals and headed down to the street opposite your house. You were babysitting today and needed the extra cash so you could go out  with your friends and for once not have to leave early due to your lack of  cash. You’re sure that only a few hours of entertaining children would be worth the dough as you headed up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. Your parents weren’t that keen on you visiting other people’s houses but you assured them you knew what to do. Anyway, the house was literally right across from yours and if they turned out to be bad people, you could easily ring up your mom and she’d come crashing through the door.  You went up the porch steps and knocked on the door.  You waited patiently humming out the tune to the song that was stuck in your head.  A  blonde woman’s head popped out and greeted you with a smile. She was wearing a nice little pale blue dress and beside her you thought was her husband who was dressed in the same blue colour, but with work pants and a necktie.  They both smiled at you and introduced themselves as Liz and Andy. They invited you in as they told you  what to do in  case of an emergency and how they would be gone  for two hours for their anniversary dinner and how their  youngest son needed taking care off. You nodded your head  and sat back down  on the couch. They said their son would be down in a few minutes and he was just finishing up his shower.  They waved a goodbye to you, handed you a couple of bucks then exited the door.

You took in your surroundings. The house had a very old-feel to it with dark wood Victorian-style furniture. It had high ceilings and looked clearly ancient. There were velvet curtains hung on the windows and a nice, quaint fireplace blazed with life. Tables, chairs and sofas were everywhere, but you made your way over to the oriental rug where a  black dog lay and stroked her head. She woke up at once, looked up  at you and licked your hand. You laughed at her friendliness and rubber her belly which she seemed to enjoy.

“ I think she likes you.” a silky voice comes from behind you. 

You turned around and your mouth dropped open expecting a 6 year old in a onesie. You  saw a tall boy with blonde hair still wet from his shower wearing black skinny jeans and a  band t-shirt. He had very pale skin and striking blue eyes.  He looked about twenty. He extended his arm in greeting.  

“Hi. I’m Lucas. Looks like you’ll be taking care of  me tonight.” 


A/N: Hey guys! That was part one. This is  my first seires that im starting so pls bear with me on some things haha. Michael and Luke don’t  really reveal their “true form” until Part 2 but  If you have any comments or suggestions pls visit my ask box which is always open btw!   Part 2 will be more on explaining why they are what they are/  so stay tuned for that. Also, I’ve started  on additional parts so if you want part 2 pls request bc i would really like to see if you want it or you enjoy the story. Thank you and I love and appreciate all of your support! :)  Love you guys! 


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Mystinct- A fanfic

“What do you mean, Candela? Blanche… a girl?”

“S-Spark? You were listening?” Candela muttered, turning around to face the third person in the meeting room. Behind her, Blanche had fallen silent. Spark was smiling but his eyes were searching, confused.

“You said it, right? You called… You called Blanche a girl.”



“Dude, are you seriously asking that? Blanche’s always been a- oh. Oooh. Damn it.”

Knowing she had screwed up big time, despite not understanding the problem or the implications, the leader for Valor cringed before withdrawing at a fast walk. She just paused to tell the uncomfortable Blanche that she would be at the shop if she needed her. Both leaders stared at the door she had disappeared through.

When she left, silence reclaimed the meeting room again.

Blanche tried to assure herself that she had done nothing wrong. And really, this was nothing but a big misunderstanding. One that Spark had started.

Though it might be her fault for just going along.

Oh man, she was supposed to be the representation of wisdom and logic but she had refused to see what this was all leading to. Candela might feel guilty now, but she was nothing but a detonator — this had been coming ever since it started.


Spark had finally turned to look at her. Blanche immediately cast her gaze down, unnerved by this unsmiling Spark.

“Let me get this straight. You, Blanche, are a girl, correct?”

Blanche nodded, her voice untrustworthy.

“And you… you- uh, Candela knew?”

Another nod, this time, she bit her lip, awkward at the way the other leader seemed unable to finish whatever he really wanted to ask.

“Who else?”


“Who else knew, Blanche?”

“…I- well, everyone.”

“Except me.”


“Holy fuck.”

At this, the dark-skinned leader flinched, fully expecting the blond to start yelling or waving his arms or… whatever Spark did when he got angry. Spark raised his arms to his hair, messing with it. “Holy fuck,” he repeated, meeting her eyes with surprise. “Blanche, what the fuck?”

“…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on. I got swept away by—“you”—by the circumstances and before I knew it… I never could seem to find the right time to- it took me far too long to realize you didn’t… know but-“Blanche, ever insightful and serene Blanche, stuttered out as she hugged herself. Not even minding or noticing Spark’s foul language — which she always chastised him on and had been the whole reason he did it. Alarm crossed Spark’s face for a moment. He opened his mouth… but Blanche beat him to it with another, “I’m really sorry.”

“But hang on, wait a minute, where the fuck are your boobs then?” The yellow-clothed leader exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger to a suddenly flabbergasted Blanche. He squinted seriously as if trying to see something in her torso that he had missed, effectively making the other leader blush and scowl and try to hide herself.

“Spark! How many times have I told you to not be so vulgar!”

“Never in this sort of circumstances. After all, I’m both the meme lord …and the gay king… Right?” Spark said, the fool smile on his face slipping into something more serious. “I had been boisterously loud with my orientation — some of my new recruits are struggling with these things, you see —, why me, Blanche?” He ended with that beg, voice quivering slightly and making Blanche feel a little like scum.

“I- May I be perfectly honest?”

“Hit me. I sorely need you to be upfront with me. Including the boobs.”

One slap to the nose later (logically thinking, so much as bumping your nose hurt, so slapping it would be more painful, but circumvented the risk of a broken nose), Blanche started, tucking a stray hair back into place.

“Well. I was aware of your reputation — I mean after all you included it in your introduction and your presentation cards when we met after being elected for team leaders. But, I was saying, I… I started harboring feelings for you and I got carried away by your advances. I thought that maybe… maybe I was different. That I… was interesting to you, despite me being… well, not a man.”

Spark’s face had frozen over as his mind ran the phrase ‘Oh man, oh crap, oh no,’ over and over again in his mind, there was no denying he had truly messed up and he was the only one at fault and he was a real idiot for not noticing —realizing, Blanche’s true gender.

“Wait, was that why you kept asking me if it was alright with me?”

“Well… yes.”

“Oh man, Blanche I’m so sorry for not noticing before.”

“It’s okay.” Mystic’s leader said with a sad smile. If she weren’t so emotionally drained she would have smacked him for even thinking she was anything but a woman. “At least it’s all out now. I don’t know how long I’d be able to stand not telling you.

“So, do you perhaps think we can at least remain friends?”

Spark paused, smile drooping (and inwardly making Blanche panic) as he stared at her in silence.

“Blanche, I- The time I’ve spent with you, the memories, everything…” Instinct’s leader started, thinking out loud, before he noticed how his words could be (and were being) misinterpreted and he hurriedly waved his hands in front of him, hastily adding, “Oh my god, calm down, I’m- uhhh, sorry I realized this must sound like I want to break contact with you- no, that’s not it. “ Their eyes met for a brief moment, wide and a little scared as they both waited for Spark’s next words.

“To be perfectly honest, I fell in love with a man named Blanche. Who was odd. Weird at times. Fulltime serious and part-time eccentric. A very clever scientist, a passionate researcher, a pokemon nerd and an absolute dork.” When Blanche lowered her gaze again, feeling inadequate, Spark found the courage to walk forward to grasp her cheeks with soft, tender hands and coaxed her into looking at him. “I loved every single aspect of you because it was you. As it turns out, I do not care what gender you are, female, male, it doesn’t matter. You’re Blanche and that’s what matters.”

“You’re not…you’re not mad?”

“Well… You’re still manlier than I’ll ever be. You even have that six-pack.”

“If you’re trying to assure me, let me tell you, you’re just confusing me.”


“And your observational skills are absolute crap.”

“Blanche!” Spark exclaimed, torn between scandalized and amused, not noticing how his breath ghosted over the other’s skin. She usually didn’t curse and smacked him whenever he did. He then flushed pink as a thought occurred him. He missed how the woman’s blush deepened as he pushed his face even closer in concentration. “You’re not mad at me? For thinking you were a man all along?”

“Uh…” Blanche said coherently, trying to come up with something. “To be honest, I’ve always been confused for a man ever since I was little so I’m used to it…”

At that point the tension broke as Blanche was suddenly thrown into Spark’s chest as he hugged her head, successfully suffocating her. Spark mock sobbed as he spouted, “I shall protect you from evil, no one gets to call my Blanche a guy except for myself!”

Blanche blushed down to the roots of her hair even as she mentally agreed with a vision of Candela that said that Spark was really an idiot.

Her idiot, apparently.


Spark then proceeded to put on his Heelies, telling a confused Blanche he was going out because he needed to wear his Heelies to escape his feelies.

Author’s notes

Hey guys, guess who decided to write some PokemonGo fanfics instead of playing the game? (I do play, do not be offended)

Just a couple things. This story belongs to me, Raining Sky Guy, you can find my profile in here. I’m posting it here since there’s no category for pokemon go (should there even be one omg) I was also inspired by this tumblr user’s art.

Also, I ship any combination involving those three leaders, and yes, I think Mystinct should be Blanche’s and Spark’s ship name.Last thing. At the start I had never doubted Blanche’s gender to be anything but a man. Turns out I was wrong haha, but since I still see Blanche as a man sometimes, and she’s androgynous  enough (and the debate still seems to be raging lol) I might make more stories with male!Blanche. Not canon, yes, but I think fanfiction rarely is.

EDIT: Sorry, I forgot about the nonbinary headcannon, That one too is just as cool. I mean, you don’t get to see such an androgynous character on a regular basis, so it’s pretty cool too. But I don’t know how to write such a character anyone could give me a hand? What about pronouns? I don’t like the use of “they”, it’s just awkward grammar then.

Love In Our Days

So here’s part 2 of A Modern Romace (which you should probably read before this, otherwise this won’t make a whole lot of sense). 

  • Do you think it’s okay to stab your best friend a little bit?
  • Sirius doesn’t know how respond to the text. He doesn’t even know who it’s from.
  • Um. I personally don’t take too kindly to being stabbed, even if it’s just a little bit. 
  • Who is this?
  • Oh, fuck, should’ve introduced myself first. 
  • Hi, it’s Remus :)
  • I mean. Howlingatthemoon. You probably don’t know my name. 
  • It’s Remus. 
  • My name is, I mean. 
  • Sirius’ heart does not flutter and his fingers do not shake. And the thought ‘how do I sound cool and sexy’ absolutely does not cross his mind because Sirius Black does not need to sound cool and sexy, he is cool and sexy. 
  • Oh, I just call you sexy hazel eyed twink in my head.
  • And if your best friend is anything like mine, I can understand your impulse to stab. 
  • On the other end of London, Lily Evans observes her strange best friend as he squeals and pushes his head under the pillow, convulsing and whining, only to emerge a moment later, all wide eyes and wild hair, to shove his phone in her face. 
  • I will have you know that I am a /jock/
  • What?! How can you say that? Have you seen the way Steve makes googly eyes at Bucky??? They are SO meant to be. 
  • Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I even talk to you
  • Why would you cover James’ clothes in gooey things if you’re not even going to make it look like it’s nosey
  • Nosey?
  • Oh sorry, I mean snot
  • You did WHAT?
  • Let me make you feel better about yourself
  • I accidentally pushed an old lady down the stairs
  • and then
  • I burst out crying so hard that she had to calm me down and help /me/ instead of the other way around
  • and it wasn’t even pretty crying
  • there was snot everywhere
  • Don’t you mean nosey?
  • I want to hear your voice. 
  • Is that weird? I don’t have very innocent reasons for hearing your voice either. 
  • ….Are you trying to give me an aneurysm? STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT
  • It’s so unfair that I can’t see you blush. Or hear you get flustered. 
  • What do you sound like?
  • Like I’ve just started puberty. 
  • You also think you look horrible, so forgive me if I don’t trust your judgement. 
  • My sexual orientation is literally your hair. 
  • Everytime I watch your videos I feel like pushing you down on any available flat surface and just running my fingers through your hair.
  • Or pulling at them and hearing you make embarrassing sounds. 
  • Mmm. That’s be nice. 
  • There’s this gay friendly bar in central London if you wanna go there?
  • Woah, I just wanted to meet for a chat but apparently you have gay shenanigans on your mind.
  • …How do I get myself out of this.
  • Jamey, does this shirt say ‘hot and sexy’ or ‘I’m desperate for your affection please love me’? 
  • Remus Lupin, if you don’t stop fiddling with your hair in 2 seconds I WILL CUT YOUR HANDS OFF
  • LILYYYYYYY YOU DON’T GET IT! He’s perfect without even trying and I try so hard but I’m not half as good. Maybe I shouldn’t go. You know what? I’m telling him the plan’s off. I can’t do this. What the hell was I thinking-HEY! YOU CAN’T JUST PUSH ME OUT OF MY OWN HOUSE!
  • It’s a spiritual experience watching Remus awkwardly stand and fidget near the entry of the bar, trying to locate Sirius. Sirius wants to go to him, or at least wave to indicate where he is, but his muscles seem to have frozen up. Even his lungs aren’t working properly.
  • And then, over the head of a man vomiting his guts out, their eyes meet for the first time. 
  • And it’s like Sirius can breathe again. 
  • “Uh, hi,” Remus says and Sirius wants to melt into a puddle by his feet because his voice sounds like the colour of his eyes, deep, warm and so kind“So this is awkwar-Umph!”
  • It isn’t till he hears a low moan from Remus that Sirius realises that he has Remus pushed against a wall and is kissing him like he’s been thirsty for the feel of his lips his entire life. And a few other past lives. 
  • When they finally break apart, Sirius is panting while Remus is trying very hard to control his breathing. 
  • “Well, that definitely takes the UST out of the equation,” he says, running his tongue across his already glossy bottom lip, looking so debauched that Sirius can’t help but kiss him again.
  • “What’s UST?” he asks when they’ve managed to pull themselves apart once more.
  • “Unresolved sexual tension,” Remus answers, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red. 
  • “Why do you know that?” Sirius is grinning now because finally, finally, he can see Remus blush and get flustered and see how he bites his lips and pulls at the sleeves of his sweater, not meeting Sirius’ eyes.
  • “I must have read it somewhere on the internet.”
  • “Somewhere like..I don’t know, or archiveofourown?”

So. That’s it. The end. I hope it matches everyone’s expectations and I WAS SMILING SO MUCH AND BLUSHING WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS LIKE WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?

(Bossy Lily is my life)

mcrdeviantclub  asked:

What are some of your favorite Killjoy headcanons? 👀

It’s a long list so sorry for that but here we go:

- Deaf!Fun Ghoul - he mostly just lip reads, but taught Show Pony and Kobra Kid ASL so they talk about the others in front of them or pretend to be while actually discussing random crap. They often pretend to share inside jokes when they’re really just talking about the weather or other meaningless stuff, but it drives the others crazy, wondering what they’re saying. He was born deaf and given a hearing aid to “fix” him by Battery City (to prevent Deaf Cultures from developing), but he ripped it out soon after arriving in the Zones.

- Killjoys speak Esperanto (I sent this as an HC {on anon for some reason idk why oops} to another DD blog, @anthemofthezones so that’s explained there - also their blog is amazing omg)

- Kobra Kid has a strong belief in the Phoenix Witch, more in a spiritual guide sense than in a devout worshipper sense. Sometimes goes on solitary walks to confide in her during hard times, and, very occasionally, he gets an answer. He keeps crows’ feathers in a small drawer and brings at least one with him everywhere he goes to protect him.

- Extension of ^^: Kobra Kid is a very spiritual, almost superstitious person - it helps him to separate between BL/I (it was an atheist society so that there could be no higher power above them, and no places to congregate and organise rebellion) and the Zones.

- When they escaped the City, Party Poison had a hard time coming off the drugs they made him so reliant on - he and Kobra Kid had to spend over a week travelling from place to place to find Shade Shacks (HC: Shade Shacks - small hostels dotted around the Zones for wave heads and ex-drug addicts to stay and recover, out of the sun’s heat. Problem is, as most of the people there are weak and vulnerable, they’re easy targets for BL/I, so they constantly have to be on the move)

- Jet Star tells everyone he’s a Native Zoner, but he was actually born in the slums of the city. His parents had him ‘kidnapped’ and he was left to various groups, who passed him around, teaching him different skills and tricks as a young child before arriving at Doctor Death-Defying’s doorstep, who lets everyone believe Jet was born there. He feels he needs to feel like he belongs, and, after all, he did grow up there.

- Fun Ghoul spent a lot of time in the underbelly of the City, finding out info, getting high, wreaking havoc underground. He left with a few of his friends in the dead of the night, but they were caught while he hid among forgotten droid bodies littering the outskirts of the city for hours until it was safe to leave

- Even though Fun Ghoul can’t hear the music, he loves going to the music events out in the Zones, the heavier the better - the vibrations pulsing in his chest remind him that he’s alive. Party Poison takes him to various gigs (the other two aren’t such fans of the noise and sweat of it all) and they always come back with at least a bruise or two.

- Jet Star claims not to believe in the Phoenix Witch or DESTROYA, but in moments of desperation or in the middle of the night after/before a devastating raid, he’ll pray to them silently. Only Party Poison knows about this, having overheard him one night after Kobra Kid was hurt badly in a raid, but nobody else (including Jet Star) knows that he knows.

- Party Poison and Kobra Kid speak in an amalgamation of English, Japanese and Esperanto - Battery City is an English and Japanese dominated City, no other languages, but after having arrived in the Zones, the languages often get mixed up, forming neologisms and combining words from various languages. The two know exactly what the other means, others often have to take a second to decipher what they’re saying

- Kobra Kid has a small collection of cacti sitting on a dusty window ledge. They all have names, and they all have too-weird-to-be-fake stories of how they ended up there (told in a possibly exaggerated manner by Kobra Kid)

- Party Poison mixes his own hair dye with various items lying around the desert, including dye from plants, food, paint and, rarely, leftover dregs from hair dye packets sitting on shelves in local stores or lying somewhere in the dust from a time before all this. He hasn’t had his natural brown hair since being in the City, and he refuses to go back - the colour symbolises his freedom and rebellion against BL/I

- In the Zones, the Killjoys like to make lullabies for The Girl. Lullabies weren’t really a thing in Battery City because they made reference to impossible stories of wonder as well as old, ‘impure’ cultures, so when Killjoys found out about The Girl, they made songs for her. This tradition was continued for years to come, even amongst those who had only ever heard her ‘name’ and knew little else about her. Killjoys throughout the Zones now use these songs for comfort and hope when things get hard.

- Some Killjoys live in areas known as Steel Graveyards - places scattered around the Zones where ruins of old buildings, factories and more lie in heaps and ruins. Some of them have managed to find crevices inside the fallen heaps of metal and made homes inside overturned caravans, cafes split in half and skyscrapers lying flat on their sides.

- Killjoys fall into various groups/clans that don’t all live right next to each other, but live in roughly the same area and have similar styles, ‘jobs’, attitudes… Those living in the Steel Graveyards are often cold and untrusting, but handy and resourceful in times of need. The Fab Four live in a Sand Canyon - just a chunk of desert with its own distinct culture e.g. the DJ’s, the radio station (which has extended its fame to the various other clans) - fairly music and punk oriented. Garden Babies live in the sparse areas with bits of grass and try and farm/harvest it the best they can, often with little success but with lots of love. The clans often get together for big events, but much of the time, they keep stay in their own areas (mostly because it can be hard to get from zone to zone without a car, which are pretty rare)

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melissabosquez-deactivated20150  asked:

Rumbelle teacher/student smut. This is my favorite trope so I will take all I can get. lol

this is probably the last one I do tonight, but I will straight up tell you it’s my favorite too and I couldn’t resist (and there’s some Golden Lace of this trope on the AU prompts link on my page)



Belle was reluctant to admit that she had made something of a study of Mr. Gold, but she had, and she knew that he noticed breasts, and that he liked blue. So, tonight she was wearing her short blue dress, with a pendant strategically placed–not in her cleavage, since she didn’t have enough–to draw the eye to her chest. Her legs were her best feature, and she had bought a cheap pair of what could only be called ‘fuck-me heels’ in scarlet. They matched the belt on the navy dress, and her hair was pulled up carefully.

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anonymous asked:

Willet! Violet and Wilbur(:


  • who cooks normally?

WILBUR.  He’d be so impressed with himself, cooking her little meals ^.^

  • how often do they fight?

Meh, not a lot but they do argue.  Most of the time they fight about how Wilbur can be too cocky and how Violet puts up too many walls.  It’s the kind of stuff that they resolve after a fight but not all the way, like they still have personal issues, but they’re willing to make it work.

  • what do they do when they’re away from each other?

Aww, they’d be the lovesick teenagers that never want to be apart.  Violet would doodle him on her schoolpapers, and whenever Wilbur found cool abandoned parts from his dad’s inventions, he’d be like “Hey Vi, check it out— oh..”  But then he’d start looking for things he could invent to see her again

  • nicknames for each other?

Wilbur calls her Vi, sometimes Invisible Girl, but she rolls her eyes at that one cause she doesn’t like to see herself as a hero, plus sometimes she sees her powers as freakish, so she doesn’t always appreciate his invisible-oriented nicknames.  Violet, on the other hand, calls him Time Traveling Guy when they first meet.  Later she’d call him Cowlick because of the hair xD

  • who is more likely to pay for dinner?

“No, no, Vi, I got it.”  "Wilbur do you even have money for this?“  "That’s…beside the point…” He’d probably try and talk her into sneaking out without paying heheh

  • who steals the covers at night?

Wilbuuuuuuur omg.  Then Violet just goes into another room to sleep because she’s cold god dammit then the next morning Wilbur is like “Vi where’d you go?” and she’s like “call me when you stop being a cover hog”

  • what would they get each other for gifts?

Wilbur would get Violet some cool futuristic gadget, and Violet would get him probably a picture of them together so that whenever they had to be apart he could have something of hers.  Ooh! Or like her hair ribbon or something.  He would reeeally appreciate all the sentimental gifts

  • who kissed who first?

Actually I think Violet would.  Like he’s dropping her off at her doorstep after their date and she’s thanking him and he rubs his neck like “sure, I had a good time” then they look at each other for a moment, she puts a hand on his cheek and kisses him and says “me too” before rushing inside, and Wilbur’s just sputtering on her doorstep blushing but then he gets this bIG DORKY SMILE HNNG BABIES

  • who made the first move?

Please, definitely Wilbur.  I could see him like doing douchey eyebrow flicks and stupid stuff like that to get her attention but she just rolls her eyes and walks away but he always finds himself trying to flirt with her again and he realizes he has a crush on her and then one day he drops the cool guy act and is just like “look I think you’re really cool, would you wanna maybe go out sometime?” and she’d grin and say yes and ahhh

  • who remembers things?

Hmm, I’d have to say Wilbur.  I mean he totally inherited that celebratory tendency from his relatives so I could see him picking her up and like blowing a noise maker in her face like “HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY VIOLET” and throwing confetti at her and stupid stuff like that for the tiniest occasions ^.^

  • who started the relationship?

What I like to think happened was at some point they were talking, maybe she’s resting her head in his lap or something, and he calls her his girlfriend.  And she just pops up and looks at him really surprised like “I’m your…girlfriend?”  And then Wilbur starts worrying that she doesn’t want that and starts stuttering like “but only if you want to be, and like you toootally don’t have to be no pressure” but then she kisses him

  • who cusses more?

I could see Wilbur using like futuristic swears that haven’t been invented yet but Violet knows that it’s a swear and she’s like pestering him to tell her what the hell “glakmar” means and he refuses mostly because he thinks she’s cute when she’s annoyed

  • what would they do if the other one was hurt?

Violet would try to find help and get worried and talk really fast, never wanting to take her hands off him, and Wilbur would get really quiet and just softly go “Vi..?” Maybe try and make a joke to cheer her up but underneath be really scared.



The first time I met Edgar was in a train. He was with one of my friend and I didn’t know him at all. I remember how impressed I was about him. His hair were so long and I couldn’t stop this thought in my head «Is it a boy or a girl?». He was handsome. And still are. He inspired me for my zine project. I wanna find androgyne people around where I live, take their picture and ask them some questions about them. I’m so interested about you people. Here’s my first interview project. 

PS: I am not English and either a journalist. So I apology for any spelling. This interview have been recorded in french.

  • ELISA: Are you a boy or a girl?
  • EDGAR: Wow, can’t even reply to the first question, ahah! Mmh, well, do you mean physically or like in my head?
  • ELISA: Physically!
  • EDGAR: Oh, than, yes, I am a boy.
  • ELISA: Introduce yourself!
  • EDGAR: I’m Edgar Allan, I’m 17, and I’m in a photography college in Vevey (Switzerland).
  • ELISA: How would you describe your clothes? More female or male?
  • EDGAR: More female but I don’t wear any skirt or dress or whatever. It’s feminine but androgynous and subtle. I would say both but more feminine.
  • ELISA: Are you trying not to look too much like a girl or do you not care at all?
  • EDGAR: I wear what I like. I don’t really ask myself too many questions about it. For example this —showing his fabulous fur coat— . When I look at my clothes, I don’t think that it’s that girly, it’s usually black or beige and I keep it neutral. I like to play with this “in between” situation. In between masculine and feminine. The point is not to delude anyone. I’m not trying to pretend to be a girl. To answer to your first question, it’s that, physically, I’m a boy but in my head, I am unisex, you feel? I don’t have any defined gender in my head so I guess you can actually see that on my outfits. For example my shoes —he’s showing them on his feet— they’re heels but not completely at the same time, they’re more like high platforms, it’s subtle and it’s what I like.
  • ELISA: Wow, omg Edgar. You’re so interesting!
  • EDGAR: Ahah, thank you.
  • ELISA: Did you ever wish you were the oposite sex?
  • EDGAR: Yes, for ages actually.
  • My dad is from Venezuela and the culture there is really macho, it’s really important to be manly, a “real man”. And you know, when I was a kid, I had super long hair and I always dressed up like a girl and the fact that I was like that was a real problem for myself, it was kind of wrong. To be “normal” I had to become a girl. I used to think like that before, and really later I understood that I didn’t really want to be one, just to be myself, like the way I am and not change anything about it - androgynous. And that, for me, it is a human right, to be a boy but have long hair and dress up like a girl and feel comfortable like that. It’s a right.
  • ELISA: I completly agree with you. I think it’s sad that you absolutly have to categorise some people that doesn’t really need to be. 
  • EDGAR: Exactly. It’s such a shame! The fact that you’re a boy and that because of that you are not allowed to be interested in other things “not made for boys” is so sad.
  • ELISA: It’s crazy when I think about girls that dress up a bit like boys they seem less discriminated against than guys when they do the same.
  • EDGAR: Because it’s everywhere in our culture that a guy absolutly have to be masculine and it’s aweful because it’s in everyone’s head and thoughts. And for me, I felt like I wasn’t like everyone else, like the way “I should be” wasn’t me at all. And that’s why now I fight about this, I mean kind of, because I don’t really fight with anyone, but I mean, in a sense that I fight to defend that you have the right to! You don’t have to become a girl just because you like girl stuff and that you hang out with girls. You have to accept yourself as a boy that likes these kind of things and that it’s ok!
  • ELISA: That’s so true, oh my god. And about that, have you ever been threated or hurt in the street by strangers?
  • EDGAR: Well never hurt, at least not physically … mmh … but like, surprisingly, I didn’t recieve a lot of insults really, it’s more like questions. It’s really interesting because sometimes, chavs come up to me in the street and ask me, “Are you a boy or a girl?”, completly surprised after telling them that I was actually a boy. I expected more insults before that, but no, weirdly they are just wondering. Sometimes, they even congratuates me! It’s incredible!  
  • ELISA: No way! That’s insane! I didn’t expect that! So you never had any problem about this? What about your family? 
  • EDGAR: I was scared, but it was more like a judgment fear than a violent one.
  • ELISA: I see
  • EDGAR: But you know it happens so frequently that people ask me if i’m a boy or a girl. I hear people outside asking this aloud.
  • ELISA: Do you feel like people are shy to ask you this question infront of you or do they do it completly naturally?
  • EDGAR: Well oddly, people aren’t shy at all about asking this right infront of you.
  • ELISA: Really?
  • EDGAR: You never noticed? Even when people ask you if you’re a “fag” or a “queer” they ask you just like that, cash.
  • ELISA: Mmmh, I guess. I didn’t had this question a lot because people don’t risk it, it’s delicate, at least, for me. But maybe, it depends on the person and their level of rudeness. Who knows? 
  • ELISA: Anyway, to get back to you, even me the first time I saw you I asked myself this question, but I would never ask this like that, I don’t know, it’s such a personal question, you can’t ask this just like that! 
  • EDGAR: Exactly, it’s such an intimate question. And even about sexual orientation. Except, maybe, if you are actually interested in me, but other than that? It’s none of your business. Why do you need to know this?
  • ELISA: I totally understand. They ask you this question in two seconds. When questions that aren’t affecting them personally at all- that are just pure curiosity, but it’s a question that you asked yourself all your life.
  • EDGAR: That’s incredible! It’s exactly what I mean! Pure curiosity, just that.
  • ELISA: Do you talk about it freely now around you?
  • EDGAR: A lot more, now, yes.
  • ELISA: Was it hard before?
  • EDGAR: Yes, of course, but it’s like that with everything. It was hard because I actually wasn’t even sure about it myself, so, it’s such a weird feeling. I grew like a girl. I had a girl room, girl stuff, you see? That’s why for me it wasn’t logical. I used to not understand, you know?
  • ELISA: Was it your parents who bought these girl stuff for you or were you choosing it yourself?
  • EDGAR: Oh no, it was me who asked for it. 
  • ELISA: And you’re parents agreed with it?
  • EDGAR: Well… my mom didn’t actually. One day I told her, “Mom, I’d like to be a girl.” and she told me not to do that. At first I didn’t understand, you know? And after that she told me “Well you see, for me, you always been this special boy. The way you are. And I think it would be a shame that you lost this unique thing about you”. Now, I understand what she ment. And she was right. It was a long long way to get there in my head. I was asking myself so many questions, there were a thousend things to think about and it was pretty complicated.
  • ELISA: Wow, I can only imagine.
  • ELISA: Where did you grew by the way, in Geneva?
  • EDGAR: Yes, in this flat. (where the interview is happening)
  • ELISA: This room always been your own?
  • EDGAR: Yes.
  • ELISA:  I bet it’s changed a lot. (looking at it impressed)
  • EDGAR: It changed so much. It changes with me and every different phase of my life.
  • ELISA: It’s crazy, it looks like you just moved in. (little joke about the extreme minimalism of the decor)
  • EDGAR: Yes, it was a lot more filled in but i wanted to make it as simple as possible.
  • ELISA: Impressive!
  • EDGAR: Thank you!

by Elisa Siro, personal project 

Model Edgar Allan Torres