Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
What is your favourite thing about yourself vs your least favourite thing about yourself ?
ask me anything !!!
my favorite thing about myself..that i didn’t inherit any of the hatefulness my parents use to spew and try to embed in me. but my least favorite thing is that i think i can be too nice sometimes. to the point where i let people walk all over me.
“ the whole idea of thanksgiving as a holiday as a whole is flawed, in my opinion. but there’s really nothing forcing you to go home if you don’t want to !! especially if your parents aren’t necessarily the most accepting type, ” inaya assures with a little nod. “ if you choose to stay, we can have out own little anti-thanksgiving !! now that sounds more like fun to me. ”
“ it is flawed, you’re not wrong but i just.. autumn to me always felt a clean slate. and rockport had their fall festival with the most delicious hot chocolate i’d ever had. “ and more than anything, willow simply missed her hometown. an awful lot more than her own parents. “ and i guess it’ll just be my first major holiday away from them. “ a smile came to her face at the mention of an anti-thanksgiving, “ can we still eat the same food we would on a normal thanksgiving day? i make a really good sweet potato pie! “
kimmie tried her absolute best to keep her composure cool as the blonde vented to her. now wasn’t the right time to act awkward and lame. “well, you don’t have to go home for thanksgiving. what’s the worst that would happen if you don’t show up to one family event?” she questioned, genuinely feeling sorry willow was in this position. “if it makes you feel better, you could spend thanksgiving with my fam—” she cut herself off before finishing her sentence, eyes wide at what she was about to suggest and tried to backtrack. “i mean, like, you know — not like that like you’re going home with me to meet my family. i just meant, like, if you don’t want to be alone and… um, nevermind.”
it all made sense, just simply not going home. not having to waste money on a plane ticket. not having to waste energy packing up a suitcase. she could just not go but, “i’m their daughter. what’s it say about the family if their daughter doesn’t show up for an important holiday. and i know it’s a very problematic holiday but i love food!” with a soft sigh, the girl had been weighing the pros and cons of attending or not attending long before even having this conversation. “spend thanksgiving with your family? meet your parents and see if they’ll show me pictures of sweet baby kimmie? maybe even the embarrassing bath time photos,” she couldn’t help but tease.
oskar nods his head slightly, measuring the words that will follow. “then maybe you shouldn’t go? they can’t make you.” he shrugs. “listen, family is family. but when they’re starting to get you down, maybe you should just i don’t know, talk to them about it or have some time for yourself. even though black friday shopping is pretty neat. i’ll tell you what: my mom’s coming over for thanksgiving and she’s gonna rent an airbnb for a while and make us a dinner. you’re invited. no pressure.”
“they’re so set in their ways..” talking to them would only cause an argument that willow wasn’t sure she could keep a cool head. “it’s difficult to try and help a person change their ways, y’know?” and her mom was the only one who knew her favorite sides and how to cook the turkey perfectly - she didn’t know what life was like not celebrating holidays with them or the whole hart clan. “what do you guys do for thanksgiving? like traditions or anything..”
“it’s not that i don’t want to go home for thanksgiving, i just don’t want to go home for thanksgiving..” her parents had started with the begging, knowing she wouldn’t be easy to crack. willow could only imagine what kind of conversations they would want to have when she went back. “i just don’t need to hear them talk about how amazing our president is or asking if i still attend sunday service. and then my mom dragging me out until 5am for black friday shopping..”
if anyone is interested in getting a closed starter !!!! just like this and i’ll slowly but surely start cranking them out. and if you like this and we haven’t plotted anything yet, i’ll just slide into your DMs or something like that.
[ olivia holt, cisfemale, she/her, 20 ] HOW TO NEVER STOP BEING SAD by DANDELION HANDS? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of WILLOW HART. maybe because they’re INDEPENDENT but also GULLIBLE. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since NOVEMBER of 2017 in APARTMENT 602 . ( SO INTO YOU / COME HANG OUT )
Iconically™ i actually know what i want to do with willow, so this’ll be fun and i hope you like her! some triggers: racism mentioned and homophobia, AND trump mention.. SORRY IT’S LONG, PLS FORGIVE ME.
her father is a priest. and if that doesn’t say everything, willow isn’t quite sure what to tell you. her mother is a school teacher. they’re normal. at least in the sweet, small town of rockport, massachusetts. a population of 7,209. well - 7,208 since she’s moved out. catholics aplenty in her town and all ready to lend an ear to her father, while letting her mother teach them the basics of multiplication. yeah, they were just the ideal family. but not for long.
as you’d think, she definitely had the label of the preacher’s daughter. but is it really a label if it’s a fact? the good girl. goodie two shoes. so on, and so forth. willow never got upset by the names. who would be mad about being called good? it only bothered her when her friends would use it against her, when they asked her to go out and party with them, she had to study. or she had to go to piano practice. or out to choir. or, or, or.
that perfect family? well, the first cracks in the foundation of the hart family came when willow met a boy. not just any boy. the outcast. the “bad boy” as everyone liked to call him. and isn’t that the most cliche thing you’ve ever heard? the bad boy and good girl befriending one another and falling in love. they even got engaged on graduation day. but the bad boy gets the label for a reason, right? a week before their wedding, which was literally planned in a month, she watched as he got handcuffed and driven away in the back of a cop car. her parents practically celebrated.
her parents lost faith in her, trust in her. almost disowned her for being with a boy like that. they were so ready to ground her for life, keep a watchful eye on her. but she was an adult - though they liked to remind her, “you live under our roof, you follow our rules.” she crushed that dream of theirs when she handed her acceptance letter to loyola university maryland. yes, a catholic school, where’d she be around other adults just like her parents but it’d be states away. a new start.
TW: racism mention and trump !!! the second crack? when she found out what her parents were really like. no. no, actually. she knew exactly who her parents were but often brushed the comments aside. ignored them. was a good daughter. but after that man became president, they weren’t afraid to hide those comments any longer. saving them for when they got home. mumbling them quietly amongst each other. how could a man who preached god’s words be so hateful towards so many people? and so many more people showing up to their church because of it. it felt less like a church and more like a cult. the slurs, the insults. yelling at people to go back to their own country, to speak english. willow could only be mortified. so fucking embarrassed of sharing an same with those people and thankful of how far away she was.
TW: homophobia !!! her sexuality is something she’s been struggling with since high school. of course, she’s always been into boys but since sophomore year in the locker room after gym class, her eyes lingered. not on purpose, she never thought so at the time. but there’s a struggle inside of her, the voices of her parents in the back of her mind, reminding her that being gay is a sin. and no matter how much she supported the LGBT community at her school, she never thought they were sinning. and yet, she can’t make herself believe that.
another struggle? trying to decide if she still believes in god. if she considers herself religious or spiritual. the only thing she’s absolutely positive of? that she feels lost and alone more than ever. and willow’s sure that’s because she’s lost her connection with him. but after her parents, how could she go back with nightmarish memories like that following her. but! her parents always told her that even through the hard times to do your best to stay positive. with a bright smile on her face and never shed a tear in public.
and that’s that on that. i hope you love my bby willow.
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