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do u think Chloe and her mom relationship gonna be slightly different now that she know about Cinderella past?

oh why do you think Cinderella never told her children about her life before

Hi!

Omg, I love these asks, you have no idea.

Okay, so, I think that Chloe might feel a little bit different every time she looks at her mom now, but not in a bad way at all! I feel like she might, let's say, appreciate her mom even more than she did before now that she knows what her mom has been through. I feel like Chloe feels bad that her mom had such a horrible family before and was treated so terribly. However, I also feel like she admires her hard work and determination and is proud of how strong her mom truly is.

Also, I feel like Cinderella didn't tell her daughter about her past, probably because she just wanted to leave the past where it should be and probably because she maybe didn't want to get through that again, even if it were by memories. I also feel like she probably didn't want to traumatize Chloe or make her feel bad.

Do you think since Cinderella and the Queen friendship didn’t get ruined? They often visited each other at Wonderland or Cinderellasburgh which allow Red and Chloe to meet each other early on?

Hi!

I feel like this is actually true. I feel like Bridget and Ella stayed besties and visited each other often. I can definitely imagine them hanging out before and after they got their kids. Also, I feel like once Red and Chloe were born, they frequently visited each other for play dates and such.

Hey I noticed you write for Taylor Swift x fem!reader (lifesaver for that btw) so I was wondering if you're a Gaylor? Not hating no matter if you are or aren't

Hi!

Thank you for the comment! However, I don't really know. I really don't care. I write for her because I admire her a lot and all. I don't want to assume what her sexual orientation is. It is really none of my business. Thank you for the question, tho. I'm glad that I had the opportunity to clear that up.

He can burn me to a crisp...

I... she can off my head whenever she wants to...

The new Hunger Games book AND the announcement for the movie are the best things that have ever happened to me in my miserable life (even though this will probably make me even more miserable).

When I said that I want to be a main character in a book I didn't mean a Russian novel.

Um hello as soon as I saw Tom Blythe i was on my knees. How is he so fucking hot?? The blonde hair's giving High reeve draco or even aaron warner

Hi!

Yesss!! My thoughts exactly! Like, we all know that Coriolanus Snow was a terrible, terrible person, but Tom Blyth is so hott. So I'm certain that he deserves all of the fics. ♥︎

just a thought I’ve always had about gravity falls that i felt like sharing.

The people in gravity falls are in a rather simple style right. But I don’t think its just about being easier to animate, let me explain, the only thing that is simple in the show is bill and the people i believe the reason for this is to make everything in gravity falls look extremely weird and off-putting in comparison to the relatively innocent art style

BBS EP12: The Small Moments (or Attack of the Parallels)

I’ve now watched this perfect episode half a dozen times and keep discovering these small, quiet moments that P’Aof sneaks in between the bigger ones. P’Aof is so adept at layering his narrative; he’s like a puzzle maker revealing small pieces at a time that seemingly don’t fit only for it to form a full and complete picture later. It reminds me of those i-spy/hidden picture books, there’s just so much to look at that you miss out on the tiny details that make the whole thing just sing. He’s also great at crafting the series as a complete journey with many call backs to previous scenes. 

We open with Pat waking up and brushing his teeth. He takes several beats here to stare wistfully at his toothbrush. The first time I watched this I interpreted this as him remembering Pran putting toothpaste on his toothbrush for him. BUT on rewatch, I re-interpreted this as Pat missing Pran and wondering if he’s awake and going about his morning routines too. Then we jump to Pran doing that very thing. It’s a nod to the opening sequence of EP2 where we see them each getting ready for their morning classes. This seemingly small detail is so well done.

In the high school flashbacks we are shown that PatPran have always been looking at each other and still are years later. Pat finally got his man’s attention after so much pigtail-pulling antics, but it’s only more recently that he learns he’s always had it.

When Pat opens the door and reveals Pran, we can see him visibly swallowing like he has to catch his breath or stop himself from reaching out and grabbing Pran. Such a great small detail by Ohm.

The micellar face wiping scene needs no explanation. And that line you’re still the cutest, put your face on my palm I am lit from within every time I watch this scene.

Pran’s I hate you from EP4 compared to Pran’s I still hate you in this episode. We know both times it’s him saying the opposite and Pat knows it now too.

Pat’s come here when he shows Pran the memory board. Another great call back to EP5′s come here. Same words, same intent but different delivery.

Pat kept most of Pran’s emoji lights because he misses him and simultaneously wanted to recreate their college ‘love nest’. He even kept all their post-it notes, what a Pran thing to do.

Their entire duologue about being rivals (this guy with the fierce eyes is Pat/This guy with the dimples is Pran) while standing in front of the memory board is a call back to their first reunion in EP1. Then we see the young versions of themselves standing in front of their respective houses in the same way the grown versions do in both the end of EP11 and in this episode. Magnificient parallels.

The running gag of Pran forgetting his earbuds case and Pran ‘scenting’ his friend/unfriend shirt for Pat. It’s comforting that years later Pat still isn’t over Pran’s smell.

The fake enemies walking towards each other on campus only to hook pinkies as they pass is a great nod to EP7′s “the bet” when they secretly held hands at the bus stop.

Pat bundled in a comforter with Nong Nao in his arms rushing over to Pran’s for a sleepover. Such small yet so complete detailing.

The return to the noodle stand in front of their dorms where Pran orders an extra wonton for Pat to steal. What a sweet call back to EP3 and the hilarious chopsticks duel. Also note that Pran lines up his chopsticks to make sure they’re even. This show is so amazingly consistent with its characterization.

Pat asking Pran when he’ll get to enter his house normally like other people and Pran’s response that’s for other people and Pat isn’t one of them and why would he want to be? Pat has special access, for life. What a simple, perfect response.

In Pran’s room, PatPran sing “Just Friends” to each other while Pran’s parents are downstairs. Such a great juxtaposition to his parents walking in and disrupting their Christmas performance of the same song but now with different results. I can’t get over Dissaya’s quiet smile here and Dad knowingly placing his head on her shoulder saying I’m proud of you honey. I’ve said it before but it’s worth mentioning again, this was my favorite non-PatPran scene of the episode.

The string-can telephone scene on the balcony- how they had young PatPran dressed in the same color scheme and style as their older selves is such a small detail but man does it stick the landing.

Pat singing Same Page when he kisses Pran during their nighttime picnic on Pat’s patio. So many sweet moments in this scene calling back to their competitiveness.

Pat knowing that the first song Pran ever learned guitar chords for is from the band So Cool is such a great call back to EP5. Something Pran probably doesn’t go around broadcasting, but Pat is adorably proud of himself for knowing this about Pran that nobody else does.

PatPran engaging in foreplay and chasing each other in the bonus credit scene was perfection and also is a big nod to their race to their dorms in EP3. 

The background music in this episode was on point. They used so many recognizable songs from the series creating this feeling of nostalgia and warmth, it never feels overdone or formulaic- just cozy and familar, like coming home.

I may go back and do these small moments and parallels for each episode at some point, maybe. In the meantime, you can find my intital reaction on my first viewing of EP12 here.

One of my favourite jokes 👌

Girl: "I'm fine, no problems, I'm fine!" Also her: walking halfway across town to her house with headphones in her ears. 🙃

"There's a grain of truth in every joke," they say. ☀️

Just yesterday my cheeks were burning with shame... Not for my children's actions as you might think, but for my own behaviour.

Literally a few sentences said at the wrong time and here I am again feeling this fire on my cheeks... Usually in moments like this I either want to defend myself and talk a lot and fast, or I lose the gift of speech for a while and try to understand the whole situation. Yesterday I was speechless...

Of course, later I tried to explain myself, my cheeks were burning at the thought of creating such an impression with my words, but I could hardly change anything, and since my intentions were not evil, I apologized and just tried to let the situation go.

I didn't seem to be able to explain anything, and it doesn't matter now...

...But my cheeks still burn with shame and offence when I remember all the words of that conversation.

Some random pics from Friday, my almost 33000 steps of the day and we have the first heavy thunderstorm of the season⚡

"What do you want to do on your day?" a friend asked me a couple of weeks ago... I smiled and didn't know what to answer, because I didn't know what the weather would be like, what my mood would be like and so on...

But a few days before, I knew what I wanted to do this morning ☀️

I wanted to have a picnic... I wanted to walk barefoot on the grass... I wanted warm conversations and happy laughter... I wanted unexpected and lovely surprises... I wanted to taste key lime pie... ☺️

In a few days the puzzle came together...💛

I've always loved my birthday and I love how I become more courageous, stay still stubborn, always trusting and even a little naive... Yes, I'm very modest 😅

In fact, those born today can organize everything and even a revolution 😉🤣 well, at least their own, a small one, for the sake of a dream... 💛

I woke up to the sound of drops hitting the window and my first thought was, "What? Is it raining? On Easter?"

As far back as I can remember, it's always sunny on Easter. Always. And it doesn't matter if it's the beginning of April or the beginning of May...

...Instead of having breakfast, I went outside and breathed in the damp, warm, delicious air after the rain... It's a special feeling to breathe it for the first time after the winter. It was so nice and cozy outside, the rain was dripping from time to time, barely...

"Still, there is no Easter without sunshine," I thought as I looked up at the sky in the evening, holding sunny yellow daffodils in my hands... ☀️💛

Just a snapshot, but I have so many questions...

... Who's driving this car... Is it a man or a woman?

... Whether he/she is on the way home or to work in the evening shift...

... Or maybe he/she is in a hurry to hug someone...

... Or maybe just driving around town listening to music...

... Maybe holding back laughter or swallowing tears...

Sometimes I just want to write a story and know it will have a happy ending 💛

Sheltered from the weather at home, from the strong wind that brought wet snow to our city, I decided to make myself a coffee and continue sharing my thoughts...

I know how to be a friend.

I grew up surrounded by grandmothers who said, "You can't trust anyone." "Friends aren't real." "Everyone betrays except the family." But family was not easy, I grew up early and friends turned out to be the people I could rely on in any situation in life. It wasn't always perfect, but people have good hearts and can forgive.

I never had male friends. I mean, there were girlfriends' boyfriends, girlfriends' husbands, my brother and my uncle, with whom I am only 7 years apart. There were colleagues. There was a friend of my husband's who at some point in our life became more of a friend of mine. He used to call me, he used to come over when I was alone at home with my son, I even used to joke with him and say, "Well, call him (husband) and arrange your time, we'll sit all together." But he got married and communication became minimal.

Men have always been interesting to me as individuals, I did not like all those female conversations with clichéd phrases that "all men are the same", I was silent and annoyed. This is not the case and all men are so different, so interesting! There is a whole world behind each one of them.

And it is such happiness or luck or magic to find a very similar person in this huge world. Honestly, it's like a gift from heaven, unexpected, inspiring. When you feel free to talk about your favourite movies, books, discuss art, talk about writing fanfics and not feel ridiculous! Not to make excuses for your taste... And also lifting the veil of secrecy and sharing your playlist (which you call "silent shame" because of your weird taste in music) *smiling* is, I think, the ultimate in trust.

Yes, I definitely know how to be a friend.

I decided to share here my thoughts and emotions that I am alone with and that have filled me from the inside out and need an exit.

At first I was afraid, but I thought that my Tumblr is read by 2-3 people, it's like a diary for me, it's personal, it's not Instagram. It is what it was and is because I have not deleted a single post, they are all about me and my life. I often tell my close people that I am also real here, in my online life. I don't like plays, although I think I could be a great actress, and what photos I can take! Everyone would believe it...

But I choose to be real...

I'll probably write a few posts and then I'll run out of words. I have so many questions inside me right now and I keep asking myself in circles.

I feel like I am falling into the same trap. Like when I was 16, 22 and 29... And now that I'm almost 34, I'm back at the same point, with the same emotions. With the same questions for myself. Questions about friendship, about human communication...

I have always been the side with whom communication suddenly stopped, almost without explanation, let alone the possibility of explaining myself. I still wonder what it's like to be on the other side, but I probably wouldn't want to experience that in my life. I don't want those emotions any more, because they turn out to be the same as they were when I was 16, 22 and 29. Can I call them "unpleasant"?

Last spring was the same for me, I was looking forward to it, cheering up everyone around me when the snow caught up with us and covered our yards and streets, but April came, it melted, everyone around me sighed and smiled, and I was confused... Spring came, but my soul felt empty. Last year I filled that emptiness with my stories and wrote a lot.

This spring seemed different, but April came and I was confused again...

I put on my sunglasses, put on my headphones and walk.

Today I wasn't afraid to get my shoes dirty.

The day I wasn't late for the cinema...

The day I realized something very important that made me feel... Well, it doesn't matter how it feels now, what matters is how it felt before.

I remember my grandmother's words, "Polina, never say the phrase "I'll never..." You are challenging, Dear. To yourself, to the Universe, to God, to providence, to destiny... Whoever..."

Of course I didn't listen and my next "never..." became "one day..." again.

"Let's go quickly, just stop for my cocoa on the way..." "Are you a child?" I hear my eldest son's question and look at him in surprise. "It's just that only children drink cocoa," he begins to explain, and I smile back. As we walk for those ten minutes, I think about when I am a child....

When I buy cocoa instead of strong coffee to keep me warm...

When I buy "Kinder chocolate"...

When I take the children's toys away from their chocolate eggs...

When I lose the power of speech because of someone's rudeness and then leave quickly, wiping away tears, so they don't notice...

When I stubbornly defend my point of view, not always listening to arguments...

When I don't want to think about the consequences... "Let it go somehow..."

When I don't wear a beanie, when I take offence, when I eat sweets instead of lunch, when I pick up a kitten on the street (not knowing where I'm going to sleep next week)...

Yes, I'm a child. Sometimes and fleetingly... But then I take a deep breath, put on a strict black jacket and become an adult again.

There's something special about fading flowers... Something fragile... 💜

Sometimes I can be like this...

A night of bad dreams, the sound of raindrops on the window, the desire to put on an oversized grey hoodie and become invisible, but I overpower myself.

The rain doesn't stop, we're late, I put on my, as they say, "slavic face". My lips are pursed and with one look I can turn someone to ash. Just stay away from me today.

I pull out my playlist of the stupidest, most depressing songs.

Sometimes I can be like this and it's hard to be a sun addict.

I go for a coffee.

And yes, drivers who speed through the big puddles in this weather, there's a separate hellhole for you!

Sometimes I can be like this...

I've lost so many things this winter: two pairs of gloves, my favourite beanie, my bank card and even my eldest son's sports helmet (don't ask me how).

But here's the thing: almost everything was found and returned to me - except one glove. The card was quickly re-issued. Almost always, people carefully put aside a lost thing and it eventually came back to me through friends or relatives.💛

This feeling of loss, when I was constantly scolding myself and my absent-mindedness and asking all my friends, "What's happening to me? I never lose anything and here I am..." 🥲

I think it's a kind of lesson I'm learning every day. Not to get attached to things or people, whatever...

It's a lot of words again, but I'm glad I have them.💛

P.S. A photo of how and where I sometimes work and write my texts. Sometimes sitting on the floor, charging my phone, waiting for the doctor's visit for my son, with a cup of coffee in my hand 😅

All day today I've been trying to finish writing a chapter (and I will finish it, I know!) and I've also been lost in thoughts about the connection between reality and a virtual reality. At what point does the line between the two become blurred and is it possible to limit it, especially for creative people?

"Your stories soothe and comfort me every time I read them. They heal my wounded heart. The realisation that I’m gonna open the app and continue reading one of your stories at the end of the day makes me feel excited and inspired."

When I received a message with these words, my heart melted and I almost cried, because I realized how my little virtual creativity influences a person's real life and makes it сosier.

What can I say, I myself used to run to the park once a week, buy an Americano and impatiently open a new chapter from the author of the story that had captured my heart. And it's also a mixture of reality and creativity. Needless to say, I was really sad when the author deleted his story and decided not to finish it. In real life, I stared at the screen and thought, why? But it served as the inspiration for the very story whose chapter I am trying to finish today.

Reality and the virtual world... They have long been intertwined, and only man can keep them in balance. We work online, we make friends online, we love online.

I met my husband 17 years ago on social media, and we started a family. My best friend, who has known me since I was 7, has lived in another country for a few years now, but almost every morning we start with a video for each other. My brother and his family live in another city, we communicate through these invisible networks that have enveloped our lives, and here I am baking cookies and sending a piece of my reality by post. I met a girl by liking a photo of her interior, we chatted online and one day we met at a community yoga class coincidentally. We chatted for over three hours in real life, then had a picnic in the park together and now my soul mate lives in Spain...

So is there a connection? Could one be without the other? All day long I keep rolling these thoughts around like shiny balls in the palm of my hand... And yes, I'm finishing a chapter 💛