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thanks anon. Taking it one day at a time.
and many for you as well <3
There has to be a strong part of your gender that is female-leaning, and you have to be interested in being with women only. If you fit both of those criteria, sure!
However, I am not an authority on lesbianism, and I encourage you to seek other sources and find your own meaning in your sexuality.
I did, once, and I think it’s a possibility? Idk, it definitely depends on the person.
- if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
- have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?
- list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.
- do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better?
- do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?
- are you religious/spiritual?
- do you care about your ethnicity?
- what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?
- are you an artist?
- do you have a creed?
- describe your ideal day.
- dog person or cat person?
- inside or outdoors?
- are you a musician?
- five most influential books over your lifetime.
- if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?
- would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?
- what’s your patronus?
- which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?
- would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?
- do you love easily?
- list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.
- how often would you want to see your family every year?
- have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?
- could you live as a hermit?
- how would you describe your gender/sexuality?
- do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?
- on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?
- three songs that you connect with right now.
- pick one of your favorite quotes.
This may be shocking, but babies and condoms are made of different material
it’s like rock paper scissors: baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby
omg how could you?!?!? This was heavily inspired by this. hope this is what you wanted :(It wasn’t meant to be like this, she had moved so gracefully, had learned so much and she was so attune with her surroundings, no one would be able to hurt her so to be hit by a stray bullet was, well if Octavia wanted to be honest it was a disappointment. If she had to die in battle she thought, She’d prefer to die while fighting a real enemy, there was no battle against a bullet.
She was bleeding way too much, the loss made her fuzzy and suddenly she was full of regret. She’ll never hug Bellamy again, never will she see the smiles of her friends, she won’t be able to show them who she’d become, she’ll never be able to hold Lincoln again and she’d never be able to tell Clarke that she, in the end, understood her reasons.
A face came into her blurry vision, it was familiar but it took her a minute to place it. “Indra.” She whispered, coughing up blood. “Rest Octavia kom skai kru.” If she wasn’t dying Octavia would have laughed at the worry in the woman’s voice. Shit she was dying.
“My brother is he-"
"He’s alive, a hero."
Octavia nodded, understanding that while she might die, her brother would continue her family’s legacy. “Can you tell him I’m proud of him?” The words took more and more strength to get out and she squeezed Indra’s hand tighter to her chest. The warrior nodded and with a last sigh she whispered. "May we meet again.” She could hear soft screams of her name, it sounded like her brother but she couldn’t open her eyes anymore, her mother was waiting.
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Indra saw the moment Octavia’s heart stopped, how the last air slipped through her lips and her eyes closed upon the world, forever unseeing. “Yu gonplei ste odon.” Taking the knife that belonged to another lost second from a long time ago, she cut of two braids. One for herself to treasure the Sky girl with a spirit so rare Indra could only wish she’d be blessed to meet again. The other braid was for the weeping brother. He was held back by grounder and sky people alike, screaming her name, but the roughness of his voice made him an animal wild in his panic and his eyes wet with the greatest fear. For a second Indra had to look within herself to find the courage to confront the man, a hundred times would she prefer a fight than this battle.
He stopped screaming when she stood in front of him. “She fought well.” As if all the fight left him he crumbled, barely able to hold his own weight. She took his hand, placed Octavia’s braid in it and closed his hand into a fist, but she didn’t let him go. Squeezing his hand hard she looked at him.
“She was proud to know that you survived.”
yes, but it is also work
update: i got my sister to make it for me. i have them well trained…