#later!!!!

hahaa thank you for the prompt! 

The Hels To Pay Tango Tek Trauma Flowchart.

Featuring 59 color-coded cards, five asterisks, eight billion arrows, and cited sources. Ive worked on this for far, far too long. Idk guys i just like dissecting characters :D i think i was planning to be more eloquent with this post but here we are. im tired.

Full board here (you can add comments and draw):

@aquaquadrant @lunarcrown thought yall might like to look through this ^_^ i hope i was able to kinda get the gist of what you guys were thinking with tangos character, i really find the way he's written fascinating!

i had the idea a little while ago, about how the core of tango's whole character was a vicious cycle, started by trauma that got forged into central beliefs, and running on fear and guilt. and, VERY out of character for me i KNOW, (sarcasm) i made a chart! it started with just the central cycle with catalysts, but. it. it branched out.

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

the reason why i’m between those two is simply bc i don’t know if i like to download it. i mean i’m not really into the beat and the melody etc., BUT THE LYRICS somehow gave me the feeling of satisfaction knowing that he’s experiencing what most girls usually do. 

‘Cause she loves to layI learned the hard way 

HA! SERVES YOU RIGHT!

(also i listen to all sorts of songs so this is fine!)

“Okay, serious question though. You’re young. Smart. Pretty. What do you see in a guy like that?”

The question punctuated Limca’s joke like a stopper to a bottle of champagne. If there was anything to like about the other woman sprawled diagonally opposite herself, it was that Pepper was direct. When everyone had a manual to them, she gave you hers even if you didn’t ask.

The girl took another sip and propped herself up by the elbows. In the patio window peered a reflection of herself, the professor, the sunken living room and the orange glow of the fire place. Pepper’s diamond cuff glittered with patient curiosity. Beneath her sweater, the raised line of her bra, loosened for comfort.

“He’s an idiot.”

“I know plenty of those.”

“He’s my idiot.”

Pepper smiled. “Ah.”

Limca, by contrast, made herself difficult by virtue of her intuition. Pepper knows this kind of nuance like she knows the way her honey dislikes people she finds reasonable enough. Which is to say, a variable known but not fully understood.

“So you like the control then, no?”

“Do I seem like the type?”

“I don’t know. I can see it.”

–

Limca thought to Rasna before leaving for their sleepover, supposing that Pepper’s observation could be right if you squinted at certain angles. At the surface, they’re the prototypical May-December student-teacher romantic-comedy, complete with all the necessary neighbors and friends to make things difficult for him and a little inconvenient sometimes for her.

He’s the kind of person that gets himself into situations too big to handle, but refuses to say otherwise. A toddler, Pepper had concluded.

He needs someone to hurt him, just to wake him up. And honestly, there’s so much more you can do with your time and with those with so much more money and talent.

She crisscrosses her legs, ankles bouncing off the other as she speculates through the buzz of her drink.

She knows herself just as easy as Pepper.

Explanations were only a matter of reception from the other person. It so happens that most people won’t listen when you state what you find obvious, so it’s pointless to try.

Yes, Rasna needs the humility.

But, that was his charm to be provoked not changed.

There was no irony to the kiss she’d left him.

—

Pepper yawned. The rest of her bra came off with an outstretch of the arms. “Anyway. It’s easier to imagine this kinda love stuff with another woman, I think. The benchmarks are just me and what I have to offer compared to the other person.”

‘And who wouldn’t want that?’

She thought this part, but didn't say it.