DECO!!

Mask (Coroika) stimboard!

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Write fanfics / AUs about them

Answer personality tests as if you were them

Do various Picrews or other dress up games

Write AITA posts from their perspective

Build their wardrobe by creating/collecting outfits

Figure out their perfume/scent using the search by notes function on fragrantica

Put together a playlist of songs that they would listen to

Create a family tree for them on familyecho.com

Make a concept album for a singer au, with a cover and songs they would write and sing

Create a “What’s in my bag?’ for them

Design their home in homebyme.com

Fill out character templates

Roleplay as them with other people on oc social network (no ai involved or even allowed!)

This is a guy dragged into a plant pollen party. Just lint-roll off it.

I spent countless years pretending to have crushes, and watching tv shows with romance in them. I believed there was something wrong with me when everyone else around me seemed “boy crazy”. It’s not that difficult to write romance when you’ve been pretending that you’ve been in love before in front of your relatives when they ask, “do you have a boyfriend?”

Even if I don’t feel romantically attracted to someone, it doesn’t mean I don’t know what romantic love looks like. I’ve seen it all my life. I was surrounded by it. It’s not that hard to put on that mask again. To be in love with someone and know they love me. I feel love. Familial love, platonic love, and romantic love. But I’m not romantically attracted to anyone. Maybe this paragraph is stupid, but it’s the truth. It’s how I feel.

A spectrum is vast. It’s not a straight line. There’s no, “You’re either this or that”. It’s a color wheel. It’s, “You can be this person and still feel this or that, or both. You can feel none of it at all, or only sometimes. You’re still valid. You’re still a part of this community.”

I think I needed to hear that as a teenager. That it was okay to like the idea of romance, to like watching other people fall in love, to even feel romantic love, but not be attracted to anybody romantically. That I didn’t have to be angry with myself about how my brain is programmed or about the expectations that I was going to date eventually. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. It shouldn’t matter. It does to some people, but it shouldn’t.