Wind: Nomadic people are those who love wind. They are born of change and circumstance. Their worst enemy is the jailor of restriction. Seldom seen with restricting clothes, they like to move as they please. Messages pass their hands many times a day, and they love to be the bearer of news: whether good or bad, gossip or fun. They are desert people: hearts of sand and time, ever changing, always different. They are late-night pitstop people: gas station spirits and moonlight souls. People of change, people of destiny, people of drive.
Rain: Gentle souls. Instead of being in constant state of growth like most people, they are in a constant state of settling into themselves. Their presence is a calming one, even if they are not calm within themselves. They create effortlessly, ideas always flowing from them when they are present. When ideas are not present, the drought comes: not a drought of dehydration, but a drought of inspiration. When this drought comes, the people of rain have nothing to offer. All creativity is gone, all motive is lost. That is, until it rains again. A mysterious people, are those made of rain.
Thunder: Thunderous people can often be too loud, too much, and too frightening to those who do not understand them. Their anger holds the power of the earth, and heaven forbid you should see one cry. While they may shout and laugh, and be the greatest presence in the room, their loudness does not reflect who they are. Stormy emotion is their way to be heard, even if it isn’t the way they are best understood. You do not know a person of thunder, until you have studied while one slept next to you, or watched from a distance as they created something. You can hold no judgement to their stormy hearts until you take the time to know one. And should you manage to befriend one, you will find a strange sense of ancientness in their mannerisms. In the way they look off into the distance when they think nobody is watching, in how their art reflects people and places that no longer exist, in how they breathe so steadily beside you, as if they are meant to live forever.
Hail: Just like that embarrassing thing that happened to you in second grade, just like a memory that fills you with nostalgia at odd hours of the night, so hail people only appear in the moments before you fall asleep. They are beautiful in person, yes, but it is not until you have a time to ponder their beauty that you begin to see how incredible they truly are. Buffeted by wind, thrust up into the sky over and over again, their hearts have hardened to ice. But ice can melt; that is apparent with people of this kind. Give them a warm touch, and a kind eye. They will melt, and it will be beautiful.
Snow: Falling slowly, falling beautifully. People of snow are quiet and sad, but there is beauty in it. They drift downward, decorating the world with beauty as they go. You don’t see them much, since they’re quiet and rarely around. But it isn’t until they go missing that you realize how much they’ve impacted your life. They have an odd habit of making everything seem alright. When they speak, it is as if all the world is silent around them. You can never quite describe it, but they have a gentle peace about them: as if they know they are quickly failing, and are content with darkness that will approach. I’m sorry if you’ve ever held one’s hand, because there is no falling out of love with them. I’m sorry if you’ve ever heard one sing, because their music will never stop ringing in your ears. They are quiet. They are beautiful. They impact you in small ways, until everything you’re made up of seems to hold a piece of them.
Set It Up (2018) dir. Claire Scanlon
*when you’re reading fanfic and forget that you’re in public*
Pietro Maximoff “You didn’t see that coming?” *I tried.
Coffee boys: Organization, color-coded notes, never sleeping, writing all the time, people-watching in cafes, fountain pens, warm pullover sweaters, fidgeting allll the time
Tea boys: Warm fireplaces, soft fabric, gentle hands, contagious laughter, mom friend, cottages, cheek kisses, fluffy curly hair, trying to be strong for the sake of others, acoustic guitar
Hot chocolate boys: Getting easily excited, big hearts, holidays, loves winter, stays up too late, broad music taste, sees the good in people, D O G S, sometimes childish, kind of low self-esteem (even tho they’re perf)
Smoothie boys: Sunrises, every single fruit, pastels and bright colors, wants to travel, glittery highlighter, piano, probably has a really nice singing voice, patterned button-ups, lennon glasses
Water boys: Vegetarian, worrying too much, really caring about the environment, not using the internet that much, loving the ocean, soft-hearted, comfy flowing clothes, open-toed shoes
Milk boys: Minimalist aesthetic, slime videos, wishing it was spring, succulents, pink shirts, daydreaming a lot, brown eyes, loving hugs, hating gender roles, incredibly soft skin
Soda boys: Primary colors, always being hungry, giving advice to friends, cartoons, being super bubbly, movie marathons, fingerless gloves, knee-high socks
Slushy boys: Dyed hair, converse sneakers, painted nails, hyperactivity, neon colors, probably needs to shower, convenience stores at 1am, holding hands, adrenaline, holographic stuff
This is awesome 😁!
“Feminism killed chivalry” like…no it didn’t? If anything, feminism encourages chivalry.
Out in public with the guys and one of your friends makes a sexist comment about a female friend/stranger? Rise to her defense. She’s a human being and she doesn’t exist for you. She exists only for herself. You won’t tolerate this kind of talk.
At a bar or club, and you see a man slip something in to a drink/relentlessly pursuing a woman despite her many protests? Tell him to knock it the hell off. Get her out of this situation safely. He’s an enemy of women, which means he’s an enemy of yours if this code of chivalry means so much to you.
If you insist on being a warrior for women, then be a warrior for women. Listen to the things that we say and need and ask for.
ivy women - always the first to laugh and the first cry. can be cruel — a tongue sharp with thorns, mocking laughter, an envious gaze. can be unexpectedly kind - soft remarks of beauty and love, warm hugs, even warmer smiles. always trying to become a better person than she was the day before. love on her is as vibrant as the world is verdant after rain. blooming and fleeting.
marble women - a perfectly polished smile and ruthless ambition. seemingly coarse and untouchable — a geode’s facade. has turned her ribcage into a casket for her glass heart. never warm and sometimes merciless, but fiercely protective of the few she cares for. love in the form of a kiss to the corner of your lips poised but honest.
cloud women - soft hands that seem to be everywhere at once. on your shoulder, hip, thigh, chin, cheeks. she is gentle and sweet, but frustratingly naïve. convinced that the world will be as kind to her as she is to it. her habit of taking care of strays draws you to her - it feels as though she can take the loneliness out of the lost. a pure love that fades too fast, slipping between your fingers like it’s made of air.
lavender women - gentle eyes and fluttering lashes. carrying herself with such a natural grace it seems as though she is floating. has devoted herself to being something soft in a world that is not — a feathery touch with a strong embrace. she has known suffering and become kinder for it, has a desire to ensure no one will feel the same pains she has. she freely offers her love and her shoulder to those who need it.
Natalia Alianovna Romanova “I’ve got red in my ledger; I’d like to wipe it out.”
*I tried.
Music: may come across as moody and silent but is actually soft, knows the most random facts ever, actually enjoys studying, always humming silently to themselves, 99% of the time they are wearing headphones, overanalyzes the simplest things, loves drinking coffee from their small local coffee shop
Literature: looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll, very soft and sweet voice, must be physically dragged out of a bookstore or library, has the most imaginative mind, likes listening to movie soundtracks, a spirited debater, an eloquent speaker, loves drinking herbal tea
Performance: has the most beautiful smile, voice of an angel, gets excited over the little details of life, lives to make other people laugh, the hardest worker of the bunch, “what if…?”, in love with sweater weather, loves collaborating on special projects, has more energy than the sun, loves drinking special coffee drinks like cappuccinos, lattes, etc.
Drawing: the most patient people ever, fan-girls over new equipment such as pastels or pencils, loose paper in the most random places covered with their sketches, doodles during class, loves listening to music from the 70s and 80s, easily makes friends because they can read people’s emotions, loves drinking matcha green tea
Culinary: the most inventive people, has a knack in STEM topics, improvises a lot, very adventurous, always has the craziest stories to tell, always baking treats for friends, are not afraid to get their hands dirty, runs straight for the cookbooks in the bookstore, makes breakfast for their entire family, actually manages to make Pinterest recipes, loves drinking healthy smoothies
Fashion: always smiling, thousands of notebooks just filled with sketches, “wanna go out?”, so freaking friendly and will give advice to literally anyone who needs it, not afraid to be bold and express themselves, secretly a grandma who loves embroidering and knitting, loves drinking milk tea
SLYTHERIN: “I know my value. Anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter.” –Michele Fazekas + Tara Butters (Peggy Carter: Agent Carter: Valediction)