Some Observations On Color Coding Eyewear In Ficton And Their Meanings

some observations on color coding eyewear in ficton and their meanings

Thanks for the tag!!

last song - Super-Vision by DICE

favorite color- Blue!

last movie- Miraculous World: Shanghai

currently watching- Miraculous Ladybug (season 5), Loki (season 2)

sweet/salty/spicy- sweet!

relationship status- single

obsession- Miraculous Ladybug, Dnd, Loki, Undertale, Minecraft, pokemon, digital art, music, coding

last google - miraculous ladybug watch guide

I tag @jacuzziwaters @somehow-still-here-7 @ anyone who wants to join!!

9 people I would like to get to know better

thank you to @bellaramslover for the tag!

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last song? - two headed mother by ethel cain

favourite colour? - dark green / sage green

last movie/tv show? - storm warning, 2007 (i do not recommend)

currently watching? - rewatching all the harry potter movies

sweet/spicy/savoury? - savoury (or sweet depends on my mood tbh)

relationship status? - long term relationship

current obsession? - hazel callahan/ruby cruz

last thing i googled? - (city i go to college in) weather

no pressure to the tags <3 :

@astroph1les @intotitties @seethesin @ieatstarsforaliving @mphountitled @heartshazel @ptolemaeacles @princesssmars @strawberryyivy

its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website

DnD DM's of tumblr: how tf do you come up with a campaign. I have no idea what I'm doing plz help

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

@spidey-bie me trying to send you Hobie stuff only for you to have already reblogged it lmao

Yknow when you see a post and you're like "oh I have to reblog this for The Mutual" and then you scroll up and you see that the one who reblogged it is The Mutual