#teriska

HOOOO BOY ok yes HERE WE GO an actually fucked up ship... the mother of all fucked up HS ships, honestly. I have... so much to say about this one that can really be boiled down to: Terezi is as guilty as Vriska in making this a FUCKED up blackrom because at the end of the day Terezi's an enabler. Terezi's devotion to this girl bordered on fanatical, like, it's insane how much she desperately wanted to either FIX Vriska or arrest her (but hoped for the fixing. Because she's an IDEALIST.) God this is just turning into a review of the actual comic and not ship talk LOL. Also I would love to put t4t on here, but in my mind, Rez is cis but gnc, so that feels incorrect to do.

I legit have drawn this ship so many times I actually wanna pass, I am so sorry friends.

Straight up? This was a palerom that flipped black. Terezi wanted it to flip back pale (sometimes! when she wasn't uber turned on by Vriska's creativity) and Vriska very much had a lot of proverbial blackrom irons in the fire so she didn't think too hard about it. That's my opinion on this ship and I want more content in this vein.

but is my suggestion not aesthetic as fuck? it even has cheese color

maybe definitely not how would you know ur a tiny 12 year old

yellow: 7 facts about my childhood

i used to make fairy houses every single night during the summer because my friend had showed me at this lake in vermont that if you made one, fairies would come overnight to sleep and then leave you something in the morning

i found out the tooth fairy wasn’t real after i woke up one morning with fifty cents and my tooth under my pillow, fell back asleep, and woke up again to find that both my tooth and the fifty cents had been taken away. my brother confessed later that day.

i had this dream once that i had an imaginary friend who was real and out on my patio. i woke up inside the dream and she was there, but i woke up for real after forcing myself out of it and cried when she wasn’t.

i also had recurring dreams that i could fly as long as i stepped on someone’s toe first. they were really realistic and i was so convinced that i could fly that i told all the details to my dad and my brother who didn’t believe me. to prove that i could i stood on my dad’s toe and sprained it for him without takeoff. (i also more recently have had very realistic dreams that i have superspeed. for reference: it feels like everything is in slow motion and you are turning the world all by yourself with your feet. flying felt like you had just swallowed a gallon of helium, like when you inhale and hold your breath, and you could only move at a floating speed.)

i had this obsession with the name ella after i read ella enchanted. on a trip i took with my parents, i met a girl named ella who i liked a lot until she made this face at me when i ate a cracker with chicken salad. that experience put me off the name ella entirely.

when i saw my first hot air balloon i must have been like?? three because they fly over my neighborhood all the time with the timing so that i see them when i walk to the bus. (they still do. the first one was today. it’s balloon season.) i made this resolution to myself that for my sixteenth birthday, i would be in one. my sixteenth birthday has yet to pass but my wish is the same.

before i knew i could like other girls and not explicitly boys, i had a crush on my best friend. she asked me who i liked and i had forgotten who i last had a crush on who was a boy, so i gave her the initials of some random guy in our class. she told me that he was gross so i gave her the initials of someone else, who i had had a brief crush on at the beginning of the year. she nodded and i was relieved. 

grey - 2 facts about my favorite things

(on feeling like i can be open) the most prominent time i remember feeling like this was at my friend’s birthday party last march. i met someone who i didn’t know before. he was more open about anything than anyone i had ever met and it was easy to talk to him about the things that were hard to talk about. i felt out of place during that party because i was the youngest and i had put the wrong songs on the playlist and none of them knew me, because i was from another school, another district, another state, but he made me feel comfortable. we stayed up until 5 am talking and i have not seen him since.

(on waking up early) i’m usually able to do this during the last months of school, when it gets light outside earlier. in the morning, the hours stretch out longer, and nothing feels as rushed as it does at every other time. sometimes i can cheat myself into thinking that it’s later than it is, that i’ve just been left to sleep in the way i never am, and i’m the good kind of cold that feels nice against sheets. everything is quiet and i don’t have anywhere to be except where i am yet.