*𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 .

how  i  LOVE  being  a  woman  … [  dependent  for  commonshq  ]

[ofkairos]

closed starter for @romantiicas where: asena's spin class

❛ you have to promise to go easy on me. ❜ water bottle in hand with a towel slung over her shoulder, nelle was the picture of trepidation as she walked into the spin studio. one too many excuses had given way to, well, her worst nightmare. yoga was the closest she had ever gotten to group fitness, and even then, she preferred the solitude of an early-morning run. she saw asena's victims passing by the gallery sometimes, faces flushed and drenched with sweat, and envy was the farthest thought from her mind. but, she had given her word to try. ❛ so... do i pick any bike? ❜

[romantiicas]

asena  lit  up  the  second  she  spotted  nelle  hovering  in  the  doorway.  “easy  on  you?”  she  echoed  with  a  soft  laugh,  already  shaking  her  head.  “babe,  this  is  my  easy.  you  should  see  what  i  make  the  regulars  suffer  through.”  it  was  teasing  ...  light,  warm,  meant  to  take  the  edge  off  rather  than  scare  her.  she  crossed  the  room  to  her,  tapping  the  nearest  bike  with  her  knuckles.  “you  get  the  VIP  treatment.”  she  smiled,  adjusting  the  seat  height  with  practiced  ease.  “i’m  not  letting  your  first  class  be  a  disaster  story  you  tell  everyone  about  later.”  a  beat,  her  smile  softening.  “meaning,  if  you  hate  it,  we  quit,  no  shame.”

[lovepracticing]

eyes  begged  for  mercy,  but  it  was  done.  asena  said  the  b  word  and  diana  had  to  close  her  eyes,  take  a  deep  breath,  gather  her  thoughts,  choose  something  to  fight  for;  should  her  dignity  carry  a  sword?  what  could  be  the  reason  for  yet  another  bumble  try  out?  was  it  boredom?  did  diana  even  know  about  her  own  reasons?  all  questions  stayed  aside  as  the  line  ended.  she  used  all  her  sympathy  to  ask  for  an  iced  coffee,  ignoring  the  eye  roll  as  she  asked  for  a  surprise  ingredient  on  her  muffin.  asena’s  order  was  paid  for,  and  diana  grabbed  her  wrist  as  soon  as  the  money  touched  the  counter,  eager  to  find  a  place  to  sit  and  talk.  “  ok,  hear  me  out  first,  ”  and  diana  knew  she  would,  the  problem  was  in  her  speech,  the  high  chance  of  it  making  zero  to  no  sense.  “  friend  of  mine  did  this  whole  soup  kitchen  thing  and  i  was  part  of  it,  but  we  needed  more  volunteers  so  i  had  to  download  bumble  to  search  for  kind  souls.  ”  which  didn’t  sound  right.  a  dating  app  and  kind  souls  …  why  not  look  for  virgins  at  a  bdsm  party?  “  and  it  worked!  but  then  this  girl  just  kept  insisting  on  a  date  and  i  said  fine,  because  she  is  cute  and  she  did  help  a  lot  as  a  volunteer,  but  like  …  she  can’t  stop  talking  ever,  and  this  is  coming  from  me,  asena,  this  is  serious  and  i  …  honestly?  i  will  take  this  seriously,  yeah.  ”  cellphone  in  hand,  diana  just  turned  the  thing  off,  leaving  it  screen  down  at  the  table  and  doing  her  very  best  to  avoid  looking  at  it.  “  you  should  align  your  energies  with  mine  and  do  the  same  so  we  can  conquer  this  challenge  together.  as  a  team.  ”

[romantiicas]

asena  set  her  drink  down,  eyes  widening  just  enough  to  say  oh,  this  is  gonna  be  good  before  diana  even  finished  her  first  sentence.  by  the  time  the  soup  kitchen  /  bumble  volunteer  logic  came  out,  she  was  already  biting  back  a  laugh,  forehead  dropping  into  her  hand.  “diana,”  she  started,  voice  warm  with  affection  and  disbelief,  “you  downloaded  a  dating  app  to  recruit  volunteers  ...  that’s,  i  mean,  honestly?  that’s  kind  of  smart,  but  also  absolutely  insane.”  she  reached  across  the  table,  flipping  her  own  phone  screen  down  with  a  dramatic  little  tap,  already  feeling  disconnected  from  the  world.  “fine.  team  energy  cleanse.  phones  off,  no  disasters  for  at  least  twenty  minutes.”  then  she  leaned  in,  brow  raised.  “and  for  the  record?  if  you  think  someone  talks  too  much,  i  can  only  imagine  the  hell  you  were  trapped  in.  start  from  the  top.  what  did  she  do?”

[lcstmisfits]

charlie was an impulsive person, she often didn't think before doing something. she the idea of cutting her bangs was nothing to her. she did it about a year ago, and sure, she regretted it after a couple weeks, but she didn't think about it before hand, just picked up the scissors and did it. so standing at asena's door and seeing her realization hit her face made her realize that not everyone was like her. "okay, deal. let's pop that and see how the night takes us," she says, stepping inside and setting her bag down. "so what brought on the bangs impulse? because there is always something that makes a girl want to get bangs."

[romantiicas]

asena  uncorked  the  wine,  pouring  herself  a  glass  that  was  absolutely  not  the  size  any  doctor  would  recommend.  “honestly?  i  don’t  even  know,”  she  said,  which  was  a  lie.  she  knew  exactly  what.  a  bad  week,  a  worse  phone  call,  and  a  creeping  urge  to  reinvent  herself  in  the  most  chaotic,  least  productive  way  possible.  “i  think  i  just  …  needed  a  change,”  she  admitted,  shrugging  like  it  wasn’t  that  deep  when  it  absolutely  was.  “and  bangs  felt  safer  than,  like,  moving  to  a  different  country  and  abandoning  all  my  friends  and  family.”  she  lifted  the  glass  in  a  mock  toast.  “why’d  you  agree?”

[keptheart]

{ @romantiicas }

echo was exhausted in the best way. in the kind of way that meant she was actually going to sleep well tonight, which was great, since she was a notoriously bad sleeper. it was so hard for echo to be so bad at sleeping when she loved it so much, but alas, she could never manage to shut her mind off. but this morning's spin class had taken it to the next level and wore her out thoroughly. it was the best part of her week, if you ask her.

the others were leaving class, but echo never took off that quickly. she always hung around to chat with asena, the instructor. she hung around her stationary bike, towel slung loosely across her shoulders, her blonde hair up in a bun. "great class, babe. truly, one of your best." she greeted her friend with enthusiasm, honestly one of asena's biggest fans. "i loved the playlist you chose today."

[romantiicas]

asena  was  still  riding  the  post  class  adrenaline  high,  wiping  down  a  bike  with  the  kind  of  overly  dramatic  flourish  that  only  came  out  when  someone  complimented  her.  “oh  my  god,  stop,”  she  said,  which  very  much  meant  keep  going,  “i  swear  I  almost  changed  that  playlist  last  minute.  like,  full  panic,  ‘should  i  swap  out  the  remix  or  do  i  trust  the  vision?’  moment.”  she  leaned  against  the  handlebars  of  the  next  bike,  grinning  at  her.  “but  you  know  i  live  for  your  approval,  so  if  you  say  it  was  good,  i’m  putting  it  in  the  permanent  rotation.”  she  tilted  her  head,  teasing  but  warm.  “and  look  at  you,  actually  tired.  i  should  frame  this.”

[konoko]

[romantiicas]

🎭 , when  do  you  feel  most  like  yourself?

“probably  when  i’m  teaching  spin.  like,  i  know  that  sounds  cheesy,  but  it’s  the  only  place  i  don’t  feel  like  i’m  performing  some  version  of  myself  i  had  to  build  for  work  or  school  or  whatever.”

[romantiicas]

🧊          ,        what    does    your    character    first    notice    about    another    individual    ?

“the  first  thing  i  notice  about  someone  is  100%  their  teeth.  not  in  like  a  creepy  way  …  i’m  just  obsessed  with  unique  smiles.  slightly  crooked  ones,  ones  that  take  over  your  whole  face,  the  kind  where  your  eyes  get  all  crinkly?  i  don’t  know,  it  just  tells  you  so  much  about  a  person.”

[romantiicas]

What was asena favorite hobby as a child? (ignore the first ask lol)

“oh  my  god,  i  had  the  craziest  roller  skating  phase  as  a  kid.  i  was  obsessed,  like,  genuinely  thought  i  was  gonna  go  pro  …  but  it  didn’t  work  out.  i  spent  more  time  kissing  the  pavement  than  actually  skating.  my  knees  were,  like,  permanently  covered  in  bandaids,  and  by  ten  my  mom  started  giving  me  that  maybe  this  isn’t  for  you  look.”

[romantiicas]

💌

💌 → what’s  the  last  compliment  you  received  that  actually  mattered  to  you?

“okay,  so,  like  ...  this  is  kinda  embarrassing  but  whatever,  after  one  of  my  spin  classes  the  other  day,  someone  actually  stopped  me  on  their  way  out  just  to  say  they  admired  my  confidence.  like,  my  confidence.  i  know,  right?  i  just  stood  there  pretending  it  was,  like,  no  big  deal  while  internally  screaming.  most  people  compliment,  you  know,  my  workout  playlist  or  my  leggings  or  whatever,  but  this  felt  …  different?  i  don’t  know,  i’ve  been  trying  so  hard  to  actually  project  that  kind  of  energy,  so  hearing  it  out  loud  was  like,  woah.  okay.  maybe  i’m  not  faking  it  as  badly  as  i  think.”

[romantiicas]

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[lcstmisfits]

closed starter @romantiicas

maybe it was crazy, but charlie was one to do the crazy impulsive things in life. so as she knocked on asena's door, she was fully prepared to chop bangs into her hair even though she was about a year into growing out the last time she did that. when the door opened, she held up her bag with a wide smile. "i got scissors and wine so either we do this and get drunk or we just get drunk, up to you."

[romantiicas]

there’s  no  way.  asena  stared  at  the  scissors,  then  the  wine,  then  charlie’s  bright  grin,  realizing  far  too  late  that  this  was  the  consequence  of  her  own  terrible  ideas.  backing  out  now  would  be  pathetic,  but  committing  sober  felt  suicidal.  “okay  ...  fine,  we’re  doing  this,”  she  said,  stepping  aside  to  allow  the  blonde  inside  before  grabbing  the  bottle  straight  from  her  hand,  “but  i  need  to  be  at  least  two  glasses  in  before  either  of  us  goes  near  my  hair,  because  if  this  goes  wrong,  i  might  die.”

[twlightzones]

with : @romantiicas where : aria's grand apartment

sleepovers with best friends happened to be one of the few joys of healing someone's inner child. at least that's what google said. of course, everything on the internet is true, right? " i thought of everything, asena. " she pauses, "everything. except... what we were going to be projecting onto the wall to stare at for the next hour or two… or whatever that term is for a movie playing on the wall from a fancy smancy device," as aria flulffed the pillows, rambling about something that probably only made sense to her, she carefully places the warm bowl of popcorn onto asena's lap, all while looking at her with the most vibrant smile she could muster, "should it be spooky?"

[romantiicas]

asena  settled  the  popcorn  in  her  lap,  the  warmth  bleeding  through  the  bowl  as  she  looked  over  at  aria.  she  had  long  gotten  used  to  the  blonde’s  rambling,  it  was  hard  not  to  when  you’d  been  friends  as  long  as  they  had.  “the  word  you’re  looking  for  is  projector,”  she  said  lightly,  masking  how  weirdly  grounding  nights  like  this  felt  after  weeks  of  pretending  her  life  was  more  put  together  than  it  actually  was.  “but  yeah,  spooky  works  …  unless  you’re  gonna  cling  to  me  all  night.”  it  slipped  out  too  easily,  warm  and  teasing,  “then  i’d  probably  have  to  think  about  it.”

[pausedgirl]

"of  course!  this  body, this  face?" digits  move  to  accentuate  the  words,     fingers  pointed  to  her  shirt  and  the  curves  that  lie  underneath  and  then  traded  for  her  face  and  adorning  cheekbones.     "you  could  pull  off  anything!"     and  it's  funny  really,     how  minyoung  swore  off  buying  anything  new  with  the  upcoming  holidays.     self  made  promises  of  how  she's  an  adult,     how  she  can  see  new  fur  jackets  and  ignore  them,     how  she  doesn't  have  to  drop  a  couple  of  hundred     (     and  the  rare  thousand     )     on  a  new  outfit  per  event,     per  gathering  only for her to be here,     in  a  coffee  shop  of  all  places  about  to  go  shopping  for  no  reason  at  all.     "you're  right... a  girl  always  needs  options." coffee  is  finished  and  placed  to  the side.     "where  do  you  like  to  shop?"

[romantiicas]

asena  laughed,  the  kind  of  laugh  that  came  easy,  bright  and  full  of  amusement.  “my  wallet’s  already  weeping.”  the  joke  came  easily,  but  beneath  it  sat  the  truth.  she’d  been  in  this  weird  phase  lately,  half  heartedly  trying  to  reinvent  herself.  new  clothes,  new  routines,  new  her.  except  the  new  her  still  spent  too  long  second  guessing  her  choices  and  defaulting  to  safe  neutrals  every  time  she  went  shopping.  “honestly,  i  feel  like  living  in  ravenswood  limits  me  to  shopping  there  out  of  habit,”  she  admitted,  tone  light  but  self  aware.  “i  end  up  at  the  same  three  boutiques  every  time  because  apparently  i’m  allergic  to  change.”  she  hesitated,  then  added,  “maybe  i  should  try  someplace  new.  the  loop,  maybe  ...  or  westbrook,  if  we’re  feeling  fancy.”  she  glanced  toward  minyoung,  a  small,  curious  smile  tugging  at  her  lips.  “where  do  you  usually  shop?  you  seem  like  the  type  who  actually  knows  what  she’s  doing.”

[eternitics]

"you  drive  that  cute  little  miata,  right?  where'd  you  get  the  body  work  done  on  that  thing?"

@romantiicas

[romantiicas]

asena  glanced  up  from  her  phone,  a  faint  grin  tugging  at  her  lips.  “yeah,  that’s  mine.  cute  until  it  hits  a  pothole,”  she  said,  tucking  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear.  “some  shop  in  caldwell  park  did  the  work  after  i  ran  into  a  fire  hydrant  in  august.  i  wish  i  remembered  the  name,  i  can’t  recommend  them  enough,  they’re  a  magician  with  dented  metal  and  bad  decisions.”

[begsfor]

[song-jia]

[pausedgirl]

"let me look?" the words are out before she can even really register them, kindness an instinctual process, inate, french manicured fingers already reaching for the collection of pages as a smile spreads across her face strawberry sweet. when it comes to fashion minyoung was a classic girl: structured silhouettes, soft pastels, everything tailored —- but she didn't mind experimentation. especially didn't mind a nasty shoe. "you know with the right accessories? the right hairstyle? you would look stunning in this." there's a sip of her flat white as she passes the magazine back. "you need to go shopping?" she can't deny the eager gleam of hope in her eye if she tried.

[romantiicas]

asena’s  face  lit  up  almost  instantly,  a  bright,  animated  grin  growing  across  her  face.  “wait,  really?”  she  said,  leaning  in  a  little  like  she  couldn’t  quite  believe  someone  had  faith  in  her  fashion  potential.  “because  honestly,  i  was  convinced  this  dress  was  a  cry  for  help  in  fabric  form.”  she  laughed,  hands  gesturing  as  she  spoke.  “but  if  you  think  i  could  pull  it  off,  maybe  there’s  hope  for  me  yet.”  she  accepted  the  magazine  back  with  a  dramatic  little  sigh,  flipping  the  page  as  though  reconsidering  her  entire  wardrobe.  “but  it  doesn’t  hurt  to  have  options”  she  paused,  her  tone  softening  into  something  playful  but  genuine.  “i  absolutely  need  to  go  shopping.”