What Are The Odds Of One Sibling Being Really Pale And The Other Sibling Having A Darker Complexion??

Having trouble deciding whether to make MCU post-NWH Flash Thompson pursue Allied Health or Nursing or Allied Health Management...but maybe I'll make him pursue Nursing bc of comics Flash

ACCURATE !! IT'S NOT FAIR 😭😭

Now I'm having contemplating whether or not to use Peter's POV or Flash's POV. Like, should I use Peter's POV and we see his journey as he sees more of Flash than the annoying prick he was in high school and falls in love with Flash that came with all the confusion from previously hating him to now having fuzzy feelings about him and understanding Flash more and see Peter slowly healing over his trauma. Or should I use Flash's POV as he meets this compelling stranger that seems to hold a slight dislike towards him right off the bat and soon finds out that this stranger is his idol who he has deep admiration for and somewhere along the way, his memories comes back and now he's doing practically anything to make it up to Peter for his past actions and the emotions that his memories returning invokes in him throws him back to before he started healing over his own trauma that caused him to act like he did in the first place and then we see him fall in love with Peter alone the way and they both help each other overcome their own trauma.

INDIKA is a masterpiece, IMHO. It's a one-of-a-kind game with a one-of-a-kind story. It's a game that asks questions that makes you wonder. Honestly, I just vibe with Indika. I wish it was more mainstream because I want to see people's thoughts and opinions on the game as well as their analysis and essays on the game. It has so much potential for discussion

Albedo: *mumbling incoherently while staring at a wall*

Kaeya: Albedo, have you taken your medication?

Dainsleif: Your majesty, we do not have 'medication'.

Kaeya: Wait, what?

Albedo: We do not have this 'medication' you speak of.

Kaeya: Wait. So you are saying...we built all these advance stuff, we are the most advanced nation in Teyvat, but we don't have anti-depressants?

Dainsleif: We were never that advance in the medical field.

Albedo: So it seems.

Kaeya: Then what have I been taking?

Dainsleif: ...Your highness—

Albedo: I am not sure, but I want it.

...For experimentation purposes.

Dainsleif: I'm too old for this.

...No I'm not.

May I join in this partaking?

Stars Like Freckles

You're like the stars, did you know? Maybe you've heard it a couple dozen times, I'm sure, with your countless freckles mirroring the stars. I'm sure that you've been compared to those balls of gases more than thrice in your lifetime and, surely, it'll happen again. As long as freckles dot your skin like constellation tattoos the sky.

You shine just as brightly as the twinkling and glinting flecks in the sky. As I stare into the calm visage of night sky, my thoughts can only circle around you. I reach out my hand as if wanting to touch the stardust.

How idiotic.

As if one can merely reach the unreachable with sheer will and desire. As if anyone is worthy enough to touch the stars...especially someone so bathed in sin as I am, so covered in the filth that I cannot even distinguish where I am underneath the grime.

I stretch my hand out and tears prick the corners of my eyes. In the patterns of the stars, I see the silhouette of you. I see your ginger hair, flowing in the wind, your cloak billowing around you like some fairy tale hero.

You turn your head and I see your dazzling grin, the corners of your lips pulled taut with the joy pouring out your pores. How easy it is for you to smile as if I never see your eyes dim and darken with insecurities and doubts and fears. How easy it is for you to smile despite baring all the scars you do.

Ironically, I will claim, with all my arrogance and pride, that I know you better than those flocking to you. Maybe in another life I can be by your side as well. In another life, I can tell you that I see you and you see me. In another life, you'll direct that smile to me without snark.

But that life is not for this universe. And I will forever be stuck in a place where I can only admire you from a far. Where I can only smile as I see your smarts at play, or when I catch the fleeting whispers of your conversations. The way you blabber on and on about things and the way you'll scold your friends and be the moral compass.

Sometimes, I will watch you and be pulled out of my paradise with reminders of what this life entails. I'll watch as you turn to me, my heart will flutter for a milisecond and my hopes will soar like eagles and my life would seem brighter, and watch the way your grin drops into a sneer and your jovial eyes will narrow with hatred and anger.

You'll sneer at me and my heart will shatter into a million pieces for the millionth time and I will put it back again as I always do, with my heart gaining another crack as it holds on in all of it's cracked and chipped and broken glory.

In another universe, you'll turn to me and smile wider. My heart will flutter. Maybe I'll stutter. But you'll be happier.

In this universe, I can only stargaze.

"I already knew this'll be horrible. I was right."