#first crushes

When we first met her, Amity was cold, distant, and aloof.

But after she starts developing strong feelings for Luz, she starts to Word Vomit to her crush;

But in comparison, Hunter is a TALKER. He infodumps. He whistles to himself when he's flying alone on an airship. He rambles about his plans to Flapjack CONSTANTLY. He follows Belos around with questions and suggestions. He snarks, sasses, and snipes at all the Main Characters. He literally cannot stop himself from talking to others, even when it's in his best interests to shut up. To the point where he managed to get himself exposed by his voice alone in Eclipse Lake.

But then, after he starts to develop his crush on Willow, Hunter gets shy. And he gets noticeably quieter when she's around. And when he does talk, he's obviously choosing his words much more carefully than he did previously.

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25 years since Bridget Jones Diary was released. Can’t emphasise how much this movie means to me.

And not just because I share the same first name as the heroine!

Who are your very first crushes, going all the way back to childhood?? If you got 5 put 5, if want to add more great, less that's great too. I'm just super curious to see everyone's, so make sure to tag people so we can see as many people's crushes as possible. 🙂 And most importantly no one throwing insults everyone got different tastes!

Of course since this my brilliant idea I'll go first 😉

Hey Nonny,

Well, the first story I played was The Royal Romance, and I did like Liam, but I don't know if I would classify it as a full-blown obsession, that came a little later when I fell for Drake. lol

After that, I played The Freshman Series, and OMG, I loved Zig Ortega. In fact, I miss Zig hours. I should play that again! I also loved Becca too. I know she was horrible at first, but after the story developed, I loved her route.

But my first absolute Choices obsession had to be Desire & Decorum's Ernest Sinclaire. He is still among my very top LI's, and it's another story I should really replay!

In my eyes she was beautiful smart funny and the whole deal. I was head over heels for her and almost everyone knew. But her. And I made sure she never knew. She was a dancer and I still remember the first time I asked her a question about bharatanatyam and her eyes lit up so bright and her smile got so big that for a minute I didn't hear her answer. It was a stupid question too, just about the hand things (mudras I later learned their called) I knew at that point she was straight. I also knew that I was trans. So I did everything I could to get over her. Her eyes her laugh the then foreign rhythms she'd tap out on tables that I still have memorized I can remember the time she taught me one thalam "ta ka di mi, ta ka ju nu. No not ju ju(r) There's an invisible r". Later I realized I couldn't date her. I couldn't even ask her. I was too afraid to loose her. She was way out of my league, she was in another ballpark together.

Then at the beginning of ninth grade I met my first sort of girlfriend. I say sortve because i didnt think she was my girlfriend. She was a crush who had a crush on ym and we would hold hands in hallways and all the cutesy things. She was just like the crush I had before. She was also a dancer. She had a great sense of humor. She played an instrument. I could talk to her for hours and hours upon end. And then I realized that slowly she was pulling away. I was hanging onto the last threads of our relationship when I realized that I would loose her as a friend too. So I did. I pulled away I lost her in terms of romantic relations. The cute things we did, her taking my jacket when she was cold or holding my hand for the fun of it didn't happen anymore. When I saw her wearing the sweatshirt of someone I despised because of his personality and general values I knew that I was done. Nothing against her too this day.

Thats when I pulled away from both. Crush one and two were and are still friends of mine. I learned that my first crush was bisexual. To make a bad joke I could say it crushed me. I got stuck in rock bottom. In fact for a few weeks I was in it's basement.

A few days ago I talked to them again. It's been a while ninth grade being long gone. I realized how much they taught me. Every now and then I wonder what would've happened if I would've had the courage to ask.