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@thecrystalsufferfriends
bi girls are so strong. like seriously the shit y'all go through is horrible but you come out the other side glowing and radiating love and I am always in awe. you are so beautiful and your love is so beautiful and I’m so grateful you exist.
Sick?!
I’m not… sick… I can’t be…
I’m FIIIINE.
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Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends
The Sickrito started crying, and Pearl moved in to investigate. Steven was making stuffy little sad sorrowful noises and before she knew it, she was cooing, “Ohh, poor baby,” And softly squeezing him tighter.
He was so sick and- oh- this was awful! It was awful and she hated it. Part of her wanted to try to get the others, but not only might it be a fruitless task, Steven needed her right now. If his sickly sobbing was any indication, this was definitely where she was needed most. Maybe after he fell asleep she could seek out her counterparts but for now her place was here.
“It’s okay,” Pearl soothed, kissing his head again. How to turn off crying? Humans didn’t come with a manual. This was the extent of her knowledge. This was not a level she was prepared for. The gem still had to try, though, so she scooted forward a bit to get some room and then tried to rock him while hushing. Maybe this would work?
Steven trembled from the fever. Every time he tried to stop shaking it seemed worse. His head pounded and he was starving but his stomach was rolling at the same time. And he was just miserable.
The child’s squeaky sobs soothed by her movements after a moment, the gentle swaying calming the worst of his hysterics. His head rested against her chest, a little mumble escaping.
“Thanks Mom….”
Pearl stopped for just a second while she processed what he’d said. Had he said what she thought he said? No.. Maybe? Yeah he definitely had. Was he mistaking her for Rose? Mmmnot as likely, but whatever it was, it was working, and she wasn’t about to rip that illusion away. The blue woman simply kissed his forehead again and resumed rocking.
“Hmmmmm, hmm hmm hmm. Mmmmmhmmhmmhmmhmm,” Pearl hummed gently, hoping to ease his pain or worry in the last way she knew how. Perhaps if the others heard her, they’d come too?
Pearl’s melodic singing always made him smile, even in the worst of pains. His gem glowed dimly under his shirt in soft happiness.
“Mom…” came the mumble again. He leaned into her to hear the singing and then whined and rubbed at himself. “Itchy.”
Welp, that settled that. It was intentional. Whether he knew she was Pearl or not was a different story. And stars be damned if she was going to correct him. Her cheeks glowed, a bit embarrassed but secretly happy. This would be their little secret.
Steven tried to itch at himself under the blanket. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop, but another siezed the opportunity to bring up another subject.
“You know what'ssupposed to work for itching, don’t you? Oatmeal.”
“Oatmeal…” Steven rubbed at his eyes and glanced over at the still warm bowl. “I….maybe I can try.”
He stopped and stared at her oddly. “Wait, for itching? Do I…rub it on myself?”
Pearl looked away, her ruse gone but hopefully she could turn this to a bargain, "Well, not that bowl, but yes. If you eat a little of that bowl, then I'll get you the unflavored oats from the pot and take care of your rashes."
It was important that he ingest something, because Greg said medicine was hard on the stomach when taken without food. He was very firm on that. Not to mention that it might settle him if he did so.
"Do we have a deal?"
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends
The Sickrito started crying, and Pearl moved in to investigate. Steven was making stuffy little sad sorrowful noises and before she knew it, she was cooing, “Ohh, poor baby,” And softly squeezing him tighter.
He was so sick and- oh- this was awful! It was awful and she hated it. Part of her wanted to try to get the others, but not only might it be a fruitless task, Steven needed her right now. If his sickly sobbing was any indication, this was definitely where she was needed most. Maybe after he fell asleep she could seek out her counterparts but for now her place was here.
“It’s okay,” Pearl soothed, kissing his head again. How to turn off crying? Humans didn’t come with a manual. This was the extent of her knowledge. This was not a level she was prepared for. The gem still had to try, though, so she scooted forward a bit to get some room and then tried to rock him while hushing. Maybe this would work?
Steven trembled from the fever. Every time he tried to stop shaking it seemed worse. His head pounded and he was starving but his stomach was rolling at the same time. And he was just miserable.
The child’s squeaky sobs soothed by her movements after a moment, the gentle swaying calming the worst of his hysterics. His head rested against her chest, a little mumble escaping.
“Thanks Mom….”
Pearl stopped for just a second while she processed what he’d said. Had he said what she thought he said? No.. Maybe? Yeah he definitely had. Was he mistaking her for Rose? Mmmnot as likely, but whatever it was, it was working, and she wasn’t about to rip that illusion away. The blue woman simply kissed his forehead again and resumed rocking.
“Hmmmmm, hmm hmm hmm. Mmmmmhmmhmmhmmhmm,” Pearl hummed gently, hoping to ease his pain or worry in the last way she knew how. Perhaps if the others heard her, they’d come too?
Pearl’s melodic singing always made him smile, even in the worst of pains. His gem glowed dimly under his shirt in soft happiness.
“Mom…” came the mumble again. He leaned into her to hear the singing and then whined and rubbed at himself. “Itchy.”
Welp, that settled that. It was intentional. Whether he knew she was Pearl or not was a different story. And stars be damned if she was going to correct him. Her cheeks glowed, a bit embarrassed but secretly happy. This would be their little secret.
Steven tried to itch at himself under the blanket. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop, but another siezed the opportunity to bring up another subject.
"You know what'ssupposed to work for itching, don't you? Oatmeal."
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends
The Sickrito started crying, and Pearl moved in to investigate. Steven was making stuffy little sad sorrowful noises and before she knew it, she was cooing, “Ohh, poor baby,” And softly squeezing him tighter.
He was so sick and- oh- this was awful! It was awful and she hated it. Part of her wanted to try to get the others, but not only might it be a fruitless task, Steven needed her right now. If his sickly sobbing was any indication, this was definitely where she was needed most. Maybe after he fell asleep she could seek out her counterparts but for now her place was here.
“It’s okay,” Pearl soothed, kissing his head again. How to turn off crying? Humans didn’t come with a manual. This was the extent of her knowledge. This was not a level she was prepared for. The gem still had to try, though, so she scooted forward a bit to get some room and then tried to rock him while hushing. Maybe this would work?
Steven trembled from the fever. Every time he tried to stop shaking it seemed worse. His head pounded and he was starving but his stomach was rolling at the same time. And he was just miserable.
The child’s squeaky sobs soothed by her movements after a moment, the gentle swaying calming the worst of his hysterics. His head rested against her chest, a little mumble escaping.
“Thanks Mom….”
Pearl stopped for just a second while she processed what he'd said. Had he said what she thought he said? No.. Maybe? Yeah he definitely had. Was he mistaking her for Rose? Mmmnot as likely, but whatever it was, it was working, and she wasn't about to rip that illusion away. The blue woman simply kissed his forehead again and resumed rocking.
"Hmmmmm, hmm hmm hmm. Mmmmmhmmhmmhmmhmm," Pearl hummed gently, hoping to ease his pain or worry in the last way she knew how. Perhaps if the others heard her, they'd come too?
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends “There you go,” Pearl said gently when he finished, petting his head and holding him close. Eating the oatmeal could wait a minute; she just wanted to comfort him right now, “You’ll feel better soon.”
She pressed small, cool kisses to his fevered forehead, continuing to smooth his hair, and hold him close. Pearl had noticed the splotches on his skin, but hadn’t wanted to worry about them just yet. He was still too warm. Luckily her inorganic form was good at sapping heat and dispelling it or absorbing it for her gem to use later– in small amounts like this, of course.
After a nice cuddle session, she leaned forward and took the oatmeal, stirring it up and releasing some of the inner heat, “Okay, Steven. Last thing, then you can rest. You need to get some of this in your stomach. Humans need to eat at regular intervals and your body needs this energy to fight off what’s inside of you.”
The child managed a weak nod of agreement, head still lolled against her. If only her kisses could make the pain go away, but at least it helped him to know he wasn’t alone.
The smell of the oatmeal was suddenly revolting and Steven’s stomach flipped. He buried into her chest with a weaker shake of his head. He didn’t want it, and his limp arms could barely grasp the spoon.
She watched as he literally hid from eating the food, “Oh, not yet? You don’t want it? Its nice and gentle on the stomach, though, and it’ll help you feel better.” When it seemed evident he wasn’t going to change his mind, she sighed and put the bowl back on the table. “I see. I understand, maybe a break then. How about I just hold you for a while and we try again a bit later, hmm?” Pearl asked, leaning back into the couch and wrapping her arms around him so that he was properly snuggled. The blanket wasn’t wrapped around him well, but she’d fix that in a moment. Once settled, in a good position, she got the blanket and tucked it around him, lifting his legs into her lap and tucking it underneath him and cocooning him in love. Her cheek rested gently on his head, sapping small amounts of warmth away at a time. The fever medicine should kick in a little while.
With the food offending his senses gone, Steven relaxed slightly, as much as a sick boy could. He cuddled into her and shivered despite the fever.
The press of her cheek coaxed the vulnerability in him out as breathy little whimpered sobs escaped him, tiny and more like it belonged to a puppy.
The Sickrito started crying, and Pearl moved in to investigate. Steven was making stuffy little sad sorrowful noises and before she knew it, she was cooing, “Ohh, poor baby,” And softly squeezing him tighter.
He was so sick and- oh- this was awful! It was awful and she hated it. Part of her wanted to try to get the others, but not only might it be a fruitless task, Steven needed her right now. If his sickly sobbing was any indication, this was definitely where she was needed most. Maybe after he fell asleep she could seek out her counterparts but for now her place was here. “It’s okay,” Pearl soothed, kissing his head again. How to turn off crying? Humans didn’t come with a manual. This was the extent of her knowledge. This was not a level she was prepared for. The gem still had to try, though, so she scooted forward a bit to get some room and then tried to rock him while hushing. Maybe this would work?
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends “There you go,” Pearl said gently when he finished, petting his head and holding him close. Eating the oatmeal could wait a minute; she just wanted to comfort him right now, “You’ll feel better soon.”
She pressed small, cool kisses to his fevered forehead, continuing to smooth his hair, and hold him close. Pearl had noticed the splotches on his skin, but hadn’t wanted to worry about them just yet. He was still too warm. Luckily her inorganic form was good at sapping heat and dispelling it or absorbing it for her gem to use later– in small amounts like this, of course.
After a nice cuddle session, she leaned forward and took the oatmeal, stirring it up and releasing some of the inner heat, “Okay, Steven. Last thing, then you can rest. You need to get some of this in your stomach. Humans need to eat at regular intervals and your body needs this energy to fight off what’s inside of you.”
The child managed a weak nod of agreement, head still lolled against her. If only her kisses could make the pain go away, but at least it helped him to know he wasn’t alone.
The smell of the oatmeal was suddenly revolting and Steven’s stomach flipped. He buried into her chest with a weaker shake of his head. He didn’t want it, and his limp arms could barely grasp the spoon.
She watched as he literally hid from eating the food, “Oh, not yet? You don’t want it? Its nice and gentle on the stomach, though, and it’ll help you feel better.” When it seemed evident he wasn’t going to change his mind, she sighed and put the bowl back on the table. “I see. I understand, maybe a break then. How about I just hold you for a while and we try again a bit later, hmm?” Pearl asked, leaning back into the couch and wrapping her arms around him so that he was properly snuggled. The blanket wasn’t wrapped around him well, but she’d fix that in a moment. Once settled, in a good position, she got the blanket and tucked it around him, lifting his legs into her lap and tucking it underneath him and cocooning him in love. Her cheek rested gently on his head, sapping small amounts of warmth away at a time. The fever medicine should kick in a little while.
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends Her hand cupped his cheek, a look of sympathy etched in her face, “Well, let’s see about getting this fever down and getting something inside you, hmm?” Pearl bent down and gave him a small forehead kiss, “I made eggs and all that but.. I doubt you’ll want it. Maybe some toast, or some oatmeal?”
A small contented but groggy noise as she kissed his forehead, his cracked lips forming up into a smile. “Oatmeal please….” His hand flopped to his forehead with a whine. “And a coffin.”
It took her a second to see the joke for what it was. What would he need a coffin for? Surely he wasn’t going to bury anyone– let alone himself. He wasn’t going to need a coffin, and the suggestion that he might raised a deep seated fear in her. She couldn’t let him know that though. The gem let out a little awkward laugh, then rubbed his shoulder.
“I’ll go get that oatmeal, and some medicine.”
Once the oatmeal was cooking, Pearl leant over the counter and settled herself. No, Steven was fine and he wasn’t going to die, had no use for a coffin. This was just a bad illness that would pass, she just needed to keep him normalized in the mean time. He would be okay. She had to believe that.
Once the timer dinged, Pearl served up the oatmeal, got out his medicine, filled a water bottle, and brought them over. She set the food on the coffee table to cool and knelt in front of him.
“Okay Steven, I need you to sit up so we can do this, okay?” Pearl said softly. She wiggled her hand beneath him and got ready to raise his torso once getting consent.
It felt like he was getting worse by the moment, but maybe it was his own paranoia. His mouth was so dry his tongue stuck to his throat, making him pant and whimper. He rubbed his face to lessen some of the heated stinging, but it didn’t seem to help.
“Mm…” came the unintelligible mumble. The moment she lifted him slightly, he flopped against her chest with another little mumble. He felt quite warm against her. “Do what?” he slurred out.
When the sick child leaned into her, Pearl grasped him to support. His head fell against her shoulder, and her arm slid behind his back to keep him there instinctively. Oh dear. She changed her position to sit beside him. “We need to get this medicine in you so you can feel better,” Pearl explained, bringing the bottles over in one hand to wrangle them open. She got four pills for him to swallow; two fever reducers and two cough suppressants. He didn’t seem snotty right now, so she figured flu medicine wasn’t all that necessary, and it made this process simpler.
Once acquired, Pearl opened Steven’s hand and put the pills there, then grabbed the water bottle and put it in his other hand, “Alright Steven, you need to take these pills, okay?” The bluish gem’s hands came under his to support them, in case he was too weak which– to be fair– was a very likely possibility at this point.
“Mrmm….” came another grunt. Steven eyed the medicine with disdain–not so much of the taste, since it was a swallow pill, but more because his throat hurt and this might be painful.
He nodded. “I’ll…try.” He swallowed the pills with difficulty and then flopped back against Pearl like a limp doll. There were visible red splotches on his arms.
“There you go,” Pearl said gently when he finished, petting his head and holding him close. Eating the oatmeal could wait a minute; she just wanted to comfort him right now, “You’ll feel better soon.” She pressed small, cool kisses to his fevered forehead, continuing to smooth his hair, and hold him close. Pearl had noticed the splotches on his skin, but hadn’t wanted to worry about them just yet. He was still too warm. Luckily her inorganic form was good at sapping heat and dispelling it or absorbing it for her gem to use later-- in small amounts like this, of course. After a nice cuddle session, she leaned forward and took the oatmeal, stirring it up and releasing some of the inner heat, “Okay, Steven. Last thing, then you can rest. You need to get some of this in your stomach. Humans need to eat at regular intervals and your body needs this energy to fight off what’s inside of you.”
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends Her hand cupped his cheek, a look of sympathy etched in her face, “Well, let’s see about getting this fever down and getting something inside you, hmm?” Pearl bent down and gave him a small forehead kiss, “I made eggs and all that but.. I doubt you’ll want it. Maybe some toast, or some oatmeal?”
A small contented but groggy noise as she kissed his forehead, his cracked lips forming up into a smile. “Oatmeal please….” His hand flopped to his forehead with a whine. “And a coffin.”
It took her a second to see the joke for what it was. What would he need a coffin for? Surely he wasn’t going to bury anyone– let alone himself. He wasn’t going to need a coffin, and the suggestion that he might raised a deep seated fear in her. She couldn’t let him know that though. The gem let out a little awkward laugh, then rubbed his shoulder.
“I’ll go get that oatmeal, and some medicine.”
Once the oatmeal was cooking, Pearl leant over the counter and settled herself. No, Steven was fine and he wasn’t going to die, had no use for a coffin. This was just a bad illness that would pass, she just needed to keep him normalized in the mean time. He would be okay. She had to believe that.
Once the timer dinged, Pearl served up the oatmeal, got out his medicine, filled a water bottle, and brought them over. She set the food on the coffee table to cool and knelt in front of him.
“Okay Steven, I need you to sit up so we can do this, okay?” Pearl said softly. She wiggled her hand beneath him and got ready to raise his torso once getting consent.
It felt like he was getting worse by the moment, but maybe it was his own paranoia. His mouth was so dry his tongue stuck to his throat, making him pant and whimper. He rubbed his face to lessen some of the heated stinging, but it didn’t seem to help.
“Mm…” came the unintelligible mumble. The moment she lifted him slightly, he flopped against her chest with another little mumble. He felt quite warm against her. “Do what?” he slurred out.
When the sick child leaned into her, Pearl grasped him to support. His head fell against her shoulder, and her arm slid behind his back to keep him there instinctively. Oh dear. She changed her position to sit beside him. “We need to get this medicine in you so you can feel better,” Pearl explained, bringing the bottles over in one hand to wrangle them open. She got four pills for him to swallow; two fever reducers and two cough suppressants. He didn’t seem snotty right now, so she figured flu medicine wasn’t all that necessary, and it made this process simpler.
Once acquired, Pearl opened Steven’s hand and put the pills there, then grabbed the water bottle and put it in his other hand, “Alright Steven, you need to take these pills, okay?” The bluish gem’s hands came under his to support them, in case he was too weak which-- to be fair-- was a very likely possibility at this point.
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
thecrystalsufferfriends Her hand cupped his cheek, a look of sympathy etched in her face, “Well, let’s see about getting this fever down and getting something inside you, hmm?” Pearl bent down and gave him a small forehead kiss, “I made eggs and all that but.. I doubt you’ll want it. Maybe some toast, or some oatmeal?”
A small contented but groggy noise as she kissed his forehead, his cracked lips forming up into a smile. “Oatmeal please….” His hand flopped to his forehead with a whine. “And a coffin.”
It took her a second to see the joke for what it was. What would he need a coffin for? Surely he wasn't going to bury anyone-- let alone himself. He wasn't going to need a coffin, and the suggestion that he might raised a deep seated fear in her. She couldn't let him know that though. The gem let out a little awkward laugh, then rubbed his shoulder.
"I'll go get that oatmeal, and some medicine."
Once the oatmeal was cooking, Pearl leant over the counter and settled herself. No, Steven was fine and he wasn't going to die, had no use for a coffin. This was just a bad illness that would pass, she just needed to keep him normalized in the mean time. He would be okay. She had to believe that.
Once the timer dinged, Pearl served up the oatmeal, got out his medicine, filled a water bottle, and brought them over. She set the food on the coffee table to cool and knelt in front of him.
"Okay Steven, I need you to sit up so we can do this, okay?" Pearl said softly. She wiggled her hand beneath him and got ready to raise his torso once getting consent.
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
Pearl had been out dancing all night long with her new lover, and had come home on cloud nine. She was in a great, loving mood and wanted to share it with someone. About seven, she waltzed in, and heard the shower running. Oh good! Steven was already up. She thought she’d make some breakfast for the little lad. A good day always starts with a hearty breakfast, or so she’d heard. So, without further adieu, she whipped up some eggs, some bacon, and some toast, with cranberry muffins baking for later. Food ready, she placed it in the microwave to keep it insulated until her boy was done cleaning up, and put her elbows on the counter, gazing wistfully into space. When Steven emerged, it brought her out of her reverie, “Oh, Steven! I made you breakfast~ Did you sleep well?” However, upon further inspection, her brow creased, “Steven? Are you alright?”
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Steven winced at her voice, even though it wasn’t so loud at all. Everything was ringing and hurt. It was hard to open his eyes without his head pounding.
“Loud…” was all the boy whimpered. “You’re loud.” He slunk back under the covers with an awful sounding cough.
She continued watching him as he staggered back to the couch and curled back under the blankets. Maybe it was just too early for him? No, then why would he have taken a shower? Though, he was still in his pajamas. Maybe just a trip to the– no, she definitely heard the shower running. Pearl walked around the island and sat on the coffee table in front of him. That was when he spoke. And coughed. Oh. Ooohhhh. With a gentle hand, Pearl smoothed back his damp hair. His skin was red and warm to the touch. Oh no. It was unclear if his hair was wet from sweat or from a shower. It was possible he’d just sat in the room with the shower running for the steamy air. Now that he was out, he was curled under the blankets, with wet hair and a bad fever. He must have been like this all night. “Oh Steven,” She whispered, petting his hair and getting it away from his skin, “If I’d known– I never would have left you like this. Where are the others? Did you try to get them?”
Her voice was still loud but he knew it wasn’t her fault. She probably wasn’t even loud at all. Flus were a wonderful thing, but….Steven felt a little worse than the flu. His eyes were sensitive to the light for far more reason than just a headache. It was bizarre.
A sweaty eyebrow raised at her question. “No…” he said quietly. “’Cause….I can’t get up without the room spinning really bad and then collapsing back on the bed.”
He shifted uncomfortably, feeling sticky and sore. Unbeknownst to him, rashes had begun to cover his body.
Her hand cupped his cheek, a look of sympathy etched in her face, "Well, let's see about getting this fever down and getting something inside you, hmm?" Pearl bent down and gave him a small forehead kiss, "I made eggs and all that but.. I doubt you'll want it. Maybe some toast, or some oatmeal?"
Poor Baby | If I Could Begin to Be
Pearl had been out dancing all night long with her new lover, and had come home on cloud nine. She was in a great, loving mood and wanted to share it with someone. About seven, she waltzed in, and heard the shower running. Oh good! Steven was already up. She thought she’d make some breakfast for the little lad. A good day always starts with a hearty breakfast, or so she’d heard. So, without further adieu, she whipped up some eggs, some bacon, and some toast, with cranberry muffins baking for later. Food ready, she placed it in the microwave to keep it insulated until her boy was done cleaning up, and put her elbows on the counter, gazing wistfully into space. When Steven emerged, it brought her out of her reverie, “Oh, Steven! I made you breakfast~ Did you sleep well?” However, upon further inspection, her brow creased, “Steven? Are you alright?”
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if you are reading this, something good will happen to you very soon, don’t give up
For all my babies feeling down right now…
Stay strong, you big kiddos, I’m gonna be here with y’all protecting and taking care of you, I am proud you guys have made it so hard, and I am glad you are alive with us right now!
May the goddess bless your sweet, glittery-filled souls!
Reminder: I love garnet with my entire being and I hope she is alright my gentle sugar square
I really like Steven universe because of how it treats emotions
Steven is allowed to be sensitive and kind and feel too much.
He’s allowed to cry and be a kid.
I feel like American cartoons try too hard to show life as zany and fun and their protagonists always being upbeat and happy or just in general doesn’t let them show real, softer emotions.
Like boys are energetic and humorous.
They don’t get to cry about missing their moms.
But Steven, you know, he deals with a lot. He loves his friends too deeply, he can’t help but feel guilty about his mother being gone, even though it’s not his fault.
He’s cried a few times and each time has been heartbreaking because he’s such an upbeat optimistic type of person.
I just love it because a lot of Steven universe also addresses being at peace with yourself and confronting your emotions and dealing with them.
Kids can watch the show and hum “here comes a thought” when they’re anxious or upset…
They can grow up knowing they should “take a minute and find themselves.”
A lot of the show is about finding inner strength and moving on from past trauma.
It’s not about repressing feelings and “being a man.”
That’s also something I love.
Mostly female characters AND I dunno, it’s a feminine message, that we can solve our problems with pacifism and compassion.
Steven doesn’t beat peridot into submission, nor does he intentionally ally himself with Lapis Lazuli because he knows she’s powerful and he wants an ally.
He’s just kind to everyone.
And they want to be kind BACK.
And that just happens to get him powerful friends.
And even non powerful friends, friends who just do their bests.
That’s a great theme too, the struggle with self image and confidence.
Pearl’s come so far, Amethyst has come so far, even Garnet and Ruby and Sapphire.
Every relationship is also solved through communication.
Not fighting or obstinacy but through open talks and honest emotions being explored.
It’s just really healthy.
It’s such a great thing to show kids.
I love this show.
It’s not only a great concept and a really rich universe with lots of great female and other characters, but a damn wonderland of complex emotions.
It’s alright to feel sad, hurt, betrayed, angry, even despairing, but take an honest look at yourself, and at the people who love you, and know you will pull through because you’re stronger than you think, and these things do not weaken you, they are simply a part of you.
