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Pinterest COOKED y'all.

I feel like people tend to forget/do not know how friendships in collectivistic societies work. They are very touchy and close and definitely something more individualistic societies see as romantic.

It always confuses me when people use people hugging and/or calling eachother cute as indication that a ship is canon. Can you use it to explain why you ship? Yes absolutely. Is it canon? No, not really. Thats just how collectivistic friendships can be. I cuddle with my friends, ive called my friends cute/been called 'cute' and 'babe' by friends, we still wouldnt dream of dating eachother. Its just how things are sometimes.

Its fine if you ship them, but I personally never could, just cause of how ive grown up and what ive seen. Its easy to take things from an individualistic lens, but most eastern places are collectivistic and follow collectivistic norms.

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Tenya vro💔calm down pls don't hurt me

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I LOVE HIM

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okay this is my last one but there’s really mha.. do college!tenyaiida as we break the rules to come see him in his college dorm 😛😛.. fluff to smut

[𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗎..𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁!!!]

“𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾,

“𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾..𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.” 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒- 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌?”

𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐.. 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀-𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍? 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀, 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈.

“𝖼’𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾..𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾.” 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌; 𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇..𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽.

“..𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅? 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗍?”

“𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾..𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋..

𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖽, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗉…

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖽, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝖺…

“𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗌? 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 2011 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖽𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇..𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋.

𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍.

𝗈𝗁𝗁, 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍…

𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 '𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾…

“𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗁? 𝖽𝗈 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇.

“𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖼𝗒. “𝖼’𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗈.

𝗈𝗁-𝗐𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾…

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝖨'𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾…

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍.

𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗆. 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖽. 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄..

“𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁?”