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@ichoselooks
{Out of Character • Free time today was spent redoing my theme...Which seems to not be cooperating. So if any of you see something weird with it (namely, that it suddenly changes back to something that looks like the mobile version of tumblr?) let me know? I can't fix it, but if it's happening to other people then I'll change the damned theme again.}
{Out of Character • So I totally didn't disappear for a hot minute. My muse for Zinnia is still hella strong, but with my Master's coming to an end, I've been mostly on Daniela (and I've even had to desert her because of dissertation writing). I'm going to try to do this "multiple blogs" thing better when I'm done with school for the forseeable one year future. So drafts might get dropped in the process, though I do intend to try to reply to everyone (finally). This is just me, apologizing and saying that I'm totally not dead, just very overwhelmed with academics right now, and that I'll be back very soon!}
—— Super cheeky Starter Call! Like or reblog for a chat starter! (Verses may vary)
☀️ @ichoselooks | starter call ☀️
“ YOU better WATCH OUT, as y’ should know, New York is NOTORIOUS for it’s pickpocket’rs. “
❝ And why are you warning me? ❞
( stillsmiiling ) :
She’s a little concerned with how quickly the woman shoots her down. “Well, like I said, I’m not exactly planning on it. But, y’know, accidents happen and I wouldn’t give the kid up or anything. I could be a single parent. If I had to be.” She does want a baby, though. Of course, she won’t admit that much to a stranger. “Thank you…I think?”
❝ People could be a lot of things, it doesn’t mean these are good things to be. Would you really want to sacrifice your beauty sleep for waking up in the middle of the night with a headache and wails as a constant background noise? ❞ And this was only after the baby was born. Just thinking about it made Zinnia feel slightly sick (she did not know how she survived having a newborn in the house twice). ❝ You’re welcome! ❞
@ichoselooks liked for a starter
“Honestly, I think I could be a good single mom one day. I mean, I’m not looking to be a single mom or anything, but if it happened, I wouldn’t, like, shove the kid off or anything. I’m gonna be a cool mom. I’ve decided that.” She’s had baby fever for the past few weeks, mostly due to seeing photos of her best friend’s newest child. The fact that she’s made about five baby sweaters doesn’t help.
❝ Honestly? Don’t. Children are enough of a nuisance even when you are in a stable relationship that inflicting them upon yourself when you are single is really unnecessary. ❞
This sounds like torture, and Zinnia’s face clearly says it all. Despite Michael being admittedly less complicated then her young daughter, the fake blonde could not begin to phantom how anyone would want to try to raise children on their own. ❝ You’re young and pretty. Enjoy that! ❞
Now here’s a tip —— What you know matters less than the VOLUME with which what you don’t know’s expressed.
—— Super cheeky Starter Call! Like or reblog for a chat starter! (Verses may vary)
( whysandy ) :
❛ thanks, i know ––– and i just might. though, i might need some convincing. ❜
❝ Convincing? What do you mean? I’m sure we could work something out. ❞
I don’t think you know how to love anything.
{So apparently I'd missed some of my drafts from 1,000,000,000 ages ago :D Yay me? So this is a friendly reminder that if we had a thread 1,000,000,000 ages ago, you should remind me if you want to pick it up, because it is quite possibly buried somewhere dark and I'd love to pick it up if you're up for it!}
everybodyriise :
“Well unlike some people, I don’t need a prize to know my own worth, but I guess if your self-esteem is so low to begin with it’s the only thing that will work, albeit temporarily.” Clearly the vainglorious gesture was just a facade because no one actually did things so performatively. Well, there was Vivienne, but her daughter wasn’t exactly typical. “I watch. That’s what I do. I’m good at it, and I also get some vicarious joy out of seeing other people do what they love.” Oops, her voice slipped into sarcasm by the end, but that was only natural.
Her face darkened at the implication that the black was only to appear thinner. “No, other people can call themselves fat when really they’re a normal and healthy weight, but that will never be me.” She’d made that decision long ago, to let her body do whatever it did without judgment. Though when she did it, it wasn’t about self-love, as much as she wanted to prove how bad everyone else was at taking care of themselves. “I wear black because I look good in it.”
She tried to hold in her laughter but it came out as a snort anyway. “Nope, it was a perfectly choreographed trip. I may not dance professionally, but I could at least see that much. Who couldn’t, that’s the real enigma.”
The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes at the woman before her because who did she even think she was? She wore all these fancy, depressing clothes with this sharp, defined haircut that so did not suit the shape of her face and just, what? Pretended she knew better? Used big, broad, pseudo-philosophical concepts of not needing a prize? This was just —— Sad. Well, not really sad. Frustrating would have been the exact word, but if Zinnia told herself that the dark-haired woman was sad, at least it was easier to pity her. Besides, anyone doing that to their hair would be upset on a daily basis. It came with looking in a mirror.
❝ Please. That’s the kind of thing losers always say to make themselves feel better. Not that it would surprise me, considering —— ❞
She waved vaguely, dramatically at the whole of Joanne’s appearance. She could be petty when she wanted to (unyielding, too. Headstrong. Always right).
❝ Anyone can watch. Your commenting, though, was sloppy. And I really love dancing! ❞
It was not a defense, but a statement, something said with pride in face of utter, disgusting sarcasm. It still hurt somewhere deep inside of her that she’d never gotten a fair chance at it, that life had happened to her in the cruel way it happened to everyone and that now that she was married and had had kids, the best she could ever hope for were those amateur competitions. She wouldn’t trade her life for professional dancing, though (not now, anyway. Not since she’d met Harry and had gotten a comfortable life), but she felt she was well within her rights to feel offended no school had wanted her.
❝ Well black is the colour of sad, uptight people but, oh well! If you’re saying you look good in this, then I guess we all know why.
Cheap shot. Zinnia was really proud of it, putting a hand on her hips as she let her pink lips curl into a smug expression that she willed to keep firmly on despite the comment on her Rumba.
❝ My Rumba was full of originality, unlike the one of the winning couple. If you can’t see that, then by all means, I’m sure my dance partner would love to discuss his choreography choice with you. ❞
This wouldn’t end well, though. Rudolpho hated negative comments on his choreography.
everybodyriise :
“No matter what the cause, the best thing for pain is to walk it off. Or hard liquor, but I’m nominally attempting to get sober, so I can’t offer you any.”
Honestly she hadn’t even expected the nod of acknowledgment, Zinnia was so self centered. She appreciated the little so much that she didn’t even make the easy jab about how the other woman had humiliated herself enough already.
Well, Joanne’s attempt at kindness lasted approximately ten seconds and then Zinnia proved her point for her. “How do I put this, precious? You lack a little something called tact, and for some reason car salesmen don’t like to be told that their wives and sons are ‘clunkers.’ The fact that you weren’t wrong has very little bearing on the fact that we were attempting to be diplomatic this time.“
A huff (whether it was out of pain or frustration, or perhaps even both, was anybody’s guess).
❝ I’d prefer hard liquor. ❞
She deserved hard liquor. More probably, though, she would grab whatever watered-down beer she could find when they were safe(r) and complain about it the whole time. Her ankle was not getting better in any case. It was not getting worst either, which should have been a good indication that Zinnia was being over dramatic but that the fake blonde instead took as a sign that her entire leg was now ruined. What if she never walked properly ever again?
❝ It’s not fading. Why is it not fading?! ❞
Her voice rose up, high-pitched in self-centered anger as she grasped Joanne tighter.
❝ Hey! It’s not my fault they can’t handle honesty. It’s really like they have no standards! People love me, usually. ❞
It kind of was her fault though, but getting her to admit to that was a lost cause.
❝ And diplomats should be more honest. It’d save everybody a lot of time and unnecessary efforts. ❞
{ upchuckfactor } :
❝ right. um, see, here’s the thing– there’s a difference between PHYSICAL attraction and EMOTIONAL attraction. have you ever thought about that? why do you think those types of relationships never last? ❞
❝ Because guys are JERKS. And people ending up not being compatible isn’t about being clever. It’s about differences in tastes. Obviously, you wouldn’t stay with someone who doesn’t enjoy doing the same things as you. ❞
{ FORWANTOFASOUL } :
The lack of ill-intent in the blonde’s laughter wasn’t lost on Elphaba, and she was surprised to say the least. She hadn’t expected understanding by any means, and that wasn’t necessarily a comment on Zinnia - she didn’t expect it from anyone. One didn’t live the sort of life that Elphaba had and find oneself feeling particularly generous towards how much others could empathise, after all.
Her eyebrows rose in genuine, unhidden surprise when she found herself being given what seemed to be sincere, considered advice; while it wasn’t necessarily advice that she would have taken under different circumstances, that same lack of… Of a lot of things that she was used to hearing in people’s tones when her appearance was the topic of conversation made her uncertain of how to reply. An over-reliance on snark and derision had become such a necessity when it came to conversation that Elphaba found herself quite at a loss when neither would be an appropriate response. In the end, she settled for gentle self-deprecation, and an almost wry smile that faintly curved her mouth.
“I’m not sure there is much potential to exploit, but I think I may be even more surprised by the idea that there is a colour that would… Make even the vaguest of impacts than I am by that comment.”
“She’s not going to be happy about that, you know. This area has become something of a… Project for her.”
Zinnia snorts at Elphaba’s comment on her own potential, before looking her over once more and taking in everything — The visible cheekbones, the thin face, the ravenous hair, the fact she wore too much black (perhaps to hide a bony body?). There wasn’t much to do, but this was why the green skin was interesting. It added character. Besides, Zinnia had been a little girl with mousy brown hair and nothing special to be said about her who’d made sure she would be noticed by changing the way she dressed and her hair colour. There were lost causes, of course, but at least having the intention of bettering yourself was a good step forward. And if she failed on the green girl, she doubted anyone (not even that roommate of hers) would make any more progress.
So, she smiled, her lips tugging at her skin lightly. It was not completely dishonest (for Zinnia truly believed something could be done about the woman), but much less candid than before.
❝ There is always potential! ... And people too stupid to exploit it because they underestimate the importance of their looks. Leave it to me! You’ll be positively glowing emerald once I’m done. Maybe a touch of silver, too? This would be so exciting! You need to try it! ❞
A shrug of her shoulders.
❝ If that’s what you look like now, then she’s completely failed her project. ❞
{ upchuckfactor } :
❝ uh, are you implying that people DON’T like clever people? because t h a t is wrong. ❞
❝ Oh, I’m not implying it. And it’s TRUE! Why else do you think the pretty girls are the ones who always get boyfriends? ❞
{ OFQUIETISMS } :
She examines her nails, they were a bit dirty and uneven. The young girl often chewed on them out of nervous habit, and if not that it was due to the many misadventures she got into. “ YOU do know that I do not OWN nail polish ?? You never buy me anything besides food. “
Zinnia snorts as her eyes rise up once more to stare at Matilda. This felt like a trap. An obnoxious, obvious trap set out by her child to remind her of what an unfit parent she was, as if this would make any difference in the fake blonde’s behaviour.
❝ Oh but you don’t want nail polish. Perhaps if you made EFFORTS to be more girly, you would be easier to shop for! ❞
