Celebrity crush quiz

I’ve been questioning since I was about 11, but recently I have been calling myself aroace because I feel like I really relate to others’ experiences I’ve heard and I feel comfortable using aroace.
I’ve never ever had any crushes/the slightest romantic or sexual attraction to anyone at all. I always assumed I was just too young to have that kind of thing until recently. And whenever my friends talked about their many crushes/relationships I kind of treated them as if they were almost not real? (The crush not the person lmao) I felt very out of the loop and around the point I started feeling behind on the whole ‘attraction’ thing I thought I had developed a crush on two of my very close friends but looking at it now I got platonic and romantic attraction mixed up because whatever that was definitely wasn’t a crush. I’m not romance or sex-repulsed but the idea of doing it myself (when I’m older or now) is definitely not for me.
I have never really understood the difference between platonic and romantic attraction. I find people aesthetically attractive but when I heard that people actually feel drawn to/want to be around people they find aesthetically attractive I was really surprised because I’ve never thought that before? In my head I was just like “Oh they’re pretty” and then moved on 3 seconds later without another thought. But most of the time I don’t even think about how pretty someone is. I’ve never had a celebrity crush either.
I thought I had figured out that I was aroace and then my mum (I haven’t told anyone but my best friend yet) commented that things change and 13 is still quite young to be thinking about being aroace (we were having a conversation about LGBTQIA+ because my brother asked what it was) and I’ve started spiralling into the stage of “am I really aro or am I just faking?” questioning. I feel like an imposter kind of.
Am I just too young to have felt that kind of attraction yet or am I aroace? Please help me figure this out

I saw this question asked somewhere else, and I feel like Drew and Enya were fs people who had insane celebrity crushes as kids. lol
Now I wanna know what everyone else’s was!
The wildest one I’ve ever heard from someone was Smokey the bear, but I fear one of mine was worse.
Mine was Billy the exterminator when I was like 7. But when I was 5 it was Aladar from Dinosaur.😔😔

So netong Friday lang, me (F) and my friends were supposed to go out na museum date ganun. There were originally 6 of us na pupunta, but last minute nag cancel yung apat so isa nalang natira. And itong isang to, he was an ex-crush of mine back when we were in SHS. Aware naman siyang naging ex-crush ko siya HAHAHAHAAH kasi I confessed to him around 2020 pero dahil friends naman kami even before ako nagkacrush sakanya, it became awkward man for a short while pero di siya naka-bother kumbaga sa friendship namin.
Anyway, balik sa gala, so kaming dalawa lang yung natuloy, and first after four years to na kumbaga, kaming dalawa lang uli gumala together, pero instead na museum pinuntahan namin, nag BGC nalang kami kasi nag aya siya na photoshoot nalang daw HAHAHAHA
Edi ayun, while we were there, it was really fun, and he's the type of guy kasi na ang hilig makipag deep talks, and since we walked around a lot, nakapag catch up kami with a lot of things. Then around 9:30 pm, nag aya siya na sponty inom daw. Mag bar daw kami ganun, eh napaka kaladkarin ko kasing tao kaya edi go HAAHAHAHAH
So ayun, while we were there at dahil marami siyang pera, naghati kami sa iisang bote ng Cuervo para masulit HAHAHAHAHA and we're celebrating lang din talaga since parehas mga thesis defended yarn. Pero all throughout the evening, medyo iba na rin makatingin ang bwiset, na di ko malaman kung ano bang nais. like em having some intrusive thoughts na that time na mag make ng move pero kasi HAHAHAHAH BAKA AFTER NAMAN NG GABING YUN, DI NANAMAN KAMI MAG USAP ULI. pero I have some self control naman kaya chill lang.
Then mga bandang 1 am ganon, since siya yung mas extroverted saming dalawa, he started befriending yung mga katabi namin. Then one of the girls dun sa kabilang table said "we actually want to ask for your consent earlier kung pwede namin kayo i-vid kasi you look so sweet together. Gaano katagal na kayo?". At that point medyo nagkatinginan kami and nagpapatagalan kami na ewan sumagot HAHAHAHAAH so sinabi ko nalang na "ay di po, we're good friends lang". Tapos tong other girls pa sa table na yun nagdagdag pa ng "sayang, ang cute niyo pa naman" pero siyempre, forda segway nalang ako ng ibang topic kasi ang tagal tagal niyang sagutin. Pero ayun, may mga kasama rin kasing mga guys yung nasa kabilang table na yun, and one of them were trying to make a move na ganun. Eh medyo hilo na ko that time but still conscious naman HAAHAHAH he held my hand that time na talagang pang-jowa holding hands, na medyo kinainisan ko, sabi ko sakanya "kaya walang lumalapit eh, bakod na bakod ka masyado", sinagot niya nalang ako na "iba na rin kasi hilo mo, I'm just looking out for you lang din."
So fast forward, lumabas kami ng bar kasi nahilo na ng tuluyan ang ate niyo HAHAHAHA tapos habang yakap yakap niya ko dun kasi nagpapa-sober up nalang talaga ako dun, after an hour siya naman tong nahilo hilo't nagsuka HAHAHAHAHAH NAKAKAINIS. Eh parehas pa kaming may mga klase sa morning that time kaya with all my power (and with the help ng mga iba dun sa bar, thank God), nag-grab nalang kami pabalik ng dorm ko kasi di niya na rin keri umuwi.
To add to that, habang nasa biyahe kami, ibang level of lamig yung car tapos parehas pa naman kaming hilo hilo na talaga sa likod, tapos tanungan pa ni kuyang driver, "lasing na lasing po asawa niyo ma'am ha", at that point, nananakit na nga ulo ko kaya sabi ko kay kuya "ay di po kuya, kaibigan lang po. grabe kayo, di pa nga po nakakagraduate, pinag asawa niyo na hahaha" tapos dumaldal pa si kuya na sa ganto raw kasi sila nagsimula ng asawa niya pero di ko na rin napakinggan ng matino kasi di na maprocess ng utak ko yung hilo HHHAHAHAHAH
So pagkarating ng dorm, akbay akbay ko siya kasi mas hilo na talaga siya sakin at that point, and nung nakarating dorm, edi I laid him down sa sofa, eh nagkatinginan na ang landi pa rin ng bwisit para i-push back yung hair ko like KSKSKSSKSKSKSK tapos sabi pa ng bwisit "cuddle tayooo", sabi ko nalang sakanya "ayoko, amoy suka ka, sira". Mga after nun, I just went ahead na palitan damit niya (pang-itaas lang aba), then gave him some meds para mawala hilo niya. And nung I'm all setup for bed na, nanghihingi siya hugs kasi sama raw pakiramdam niya, edi sige, mga 30 mins kaming magkayakapan dun na naabutan pa kami ng roommate ko HAHAHAHAH pero after that, may another sofa pa kasi samin, so dun nalang ako nahiga para kahit papano may kasama siya.
Morning came, tapos medyo sober na kami and buti nalang parehas kami nakareceive notif sa mga class gc namin na malelate daw mga prof namin HHHAAHAHA pero ayun, he said lang na uwi na raw siya, and medyo nagsosorry siya kasi alam niyang ibang level of wasted version of him ang nakita ko HAHAHAHAH edi ayun, he booked for a grab para uwi raw muna siya sakanila then saka siya pupunta school. Nung pagkababa namin ng condo, he hugged me bago umalis and said, "next time uli?" with a smirk, and I just nodded.
So ayun, it was a really nice evening kasi akala ko di na kami makakauwi HAHAHAHAHA DEFINITELY A CORE MEMORY, pero ewan ko ba kung mixed signals or delulu lang talaga ako sa pinaggagagawa netong friend ko, eh medj marupok pa naman ng slight ang ate niyo HAHAHAHAH anyway, just wanted to share this for fun lang din

I feel like it has to mean something idk. What does it mean if he likes Alia Shawkat instead of like Megan thee Stallion. What does this all mean

I’m an asian male (not Korean) and been dating this girl for 13 months who’s really into k-pop. I’m not familiar with the genre at all but she keeps saying she’ll “bark for them” (as in her male k-pop idols”. I’m a pretty small high schooler, 5’8 and not very physically attractive. She always sends me videos of her artists and they’re all strong, good looking, and popular. Yesterday, she was at a concert and when she texted me back, the first thing she said was “while you’ve been at home your girlfriend has been barking for 5 Korean men” which sounds absolutely awful no matter what light you portray it in. I’m genuinely confused and I can feel her drifting, I just don’t know if it’s valid to be upset over celebrity crushes/her k-pop bands that she listens to. I feel like she compares me to them and only dates me because of my race. Does anyone have experience with something like this?

it all started when nakakasama ko na siya, at first I didn't mind him at all I didn't care if he was around or what but this thing happened. Nakasama ko siya sa isang gathering (birthday ng common friend namin) and nakaclose ko siya. It turns out he was a nice person after all during that gathering we were talking getting to know each other but wala yung kapatid ko kasi hindi naman niya friend yung may birthday. We were hanging out sa bahay ng birthday celebrant and after that he was really caring nung una I didn't mind at all kasi parang friend lang naman tingin ko pero nung makauwi na ako napaginipan ko siya. Pag gising ko parang napansin ko na bakit parang may feelings na ako towards him all of a sudden? Days passed by hindi ko muna masyado pinansin nararamdaman ko para sakanya pero nag simula na we were always in one place together dahil nasa isang friend group kami and doon ko narealize I really do like him. pero feeling ko may hidden feelings siya towards sa kapatid ko. Mind you sinasabi ko lahat ng kwento ng buhay ko sa kapatid ko.
Months passed may mararamdaman parin ako para sakaniya nakakasama ko na siya halos everyday to the point na nakaclose ko na siya, pero within those months nasasaktan ako kasi feeling ko hindi niya mabalik yung nararamdaman ko para sakaniya. Mali ba na mag selos ako sa relationship nila ng kapatid ko? I was wishing we had that connection but I was afraid baka malaman ng kapatid ko. One day nakasama ko siya we went to an impulsive road trip, the four of us. Sa road trip namin na yun he was caring din pero parang mixed signals siya before that day so hindi ko mashadong dinamdam. Pero deep inside kinikilig sa trip na yun he was showing a little affection to me yung tipong may akbay, alalay and so on so naguluhan ako, umasa ako. Sa buong ilang buwan na yun umaasa ako sakaniya kasi nag papakita sya ng motibo from time to time hanggang sa nakasama ko nanaman siya, nung una we were kind of sweet tapos dumating tong "alleged" crush niya tapos all of a sudden hindi na niya ako pinapansin parang hangin na balewala lang. So now I am questioning every signals that he was showing me kasi hindi ko na rin alam.
ABYG kasi feeling ko kailangam kong sabihin to sa kapatid ko na gusto ko ang bestfriend niya? Or ABYG for liking him kahit na mixed signals siya?

I think a lot about signals. Signals that show people what groups they belong to. Signals that hide the truth. Everybody uses signals to blend, entice, or trap.
Grandma Pearl died not long after her stroke, and I've been making bad decisions ever since. Maybe my expectations are too high, or I'm just an idiot. Either way, I ran away from the group home to be with people who called themselves my "family." They were the wrong people. They used the words family, brother, sister, and love like lock picks, stealing trust, and taking self-respect.
The only person I remember using the word family correctly was Grandma Pearl. She was a small woman who toured the US as an actress before settling with Granddad above their theatrical rentals shop. I was three when the car accident took Granddad and Mom, so I don't know if they used the word "family" correctly, but I hope they did.
I was never as outgoing as Grandma, but that didn't bother her; she taught me how to watch people. How to see their signals, and how to listen. When she died. I forgot a lot of those lessons for a while.
They called it a "family". The "family" moved product. That product could be goods, drugs, or people.
The uninitiated, like me, were distracted with food and a dry place to sleep, but it didn't take long to see behind the curtain. Things got too intense with the new "family" and I ran.
I ran back to my old neighborhood. The buildings were familiar even if my home was gone. The old theatrical shop had been turned into a microbrewery.
After an appropriate amount of self-pity, thirty minutes, I wandered the alleys, picking up cans or scavenging for bits and pieces that could be recycled, used, or bartered.
I recognized old faces, but I tried to stay out of sight. It was safer that way.
The only place I allowed myself to be seen was the old Lutheran church on the park's far side. Most people who might have known me had aged out of the congregation or died. It was worth the risk because St. Lazarus had a food pantry in the basement and gave out lunches most days, so I wasn't always hungry, which was nice.
I found a dry spot near the library to sleep, which seemed like a stroke of luck until it wasn't.
I had the contentment that came with being in a familiar place. Little bits of comfort let me believe, for a moment, that I wasn't a screw-up and hadn't trusted the wrong people. That moment scurried away when Stick found me.
Stick was a scary asshole. He technically wasn't in charge of the " family," but he made it work. He got things done. I have no idea how old he was. He was all corded muscle and could clock in between twenty and fifty. He looked half-starved and moved like a stalking predator, even with his limp.
His left leg was stiff. The knee didn't bend, and anytime he sat, his left leg would be splayed to the side like a kickstand on a bike. The leg was why he walked with a cane. The cane and how he used it was why we called him Stick.
I don't know why he took the time to track me down. It's not like I was wanted. Maybe it was that I had become property. Property shouldn't just wander off.
Sometimes, you feel a person before you see them. The air is different. When Stick was around, the air felt dead and motionless. I knew I was being watched before I opened my eyes.
Stick was sitting on a milk crate, his bad leg cocked to the side and his forehead resting on his cane. I pushed myself out from beneath the ductwork of the HVAC unit I had been sleeping under and slapped the dirt off my jeans.
"I thought that was you," Stick said as his sharp grin curved up to his unblinking dark eyes.
Stick wanted my discomfort. I'd seen him play the intimidation game too many times. He'd act too friendly, and then when you were good and worried, quick movements, a hand around the back of your neck, and violence would be next. Then he'd act like the whole mind fuck was a big joke, like you were friends, and isn't it great that you can joke around with someone who "really" cared.
It worked, too. If you were the unfortunate focus of Stick's attention, you would be grateful when he smiled and said, "Just a joke, kid. Don't be so sensitive." I'd seen the pattern enough times to know Stick trained people like dogs with his hot and cold game. I didn't like the game, or the fear, so I changed the pattern.
"Hey, Stick, did you come to help pick up cans?" I asked, making sure my smile reached my eyes. I was trying to be pleasant while ignoring the burning nervousness in my gut.
It was still dark out, but I could see Stick's expressions well enough.
Stick tapped his cane on the sidewalk and squinted at me skeptically before answering. "Just checking on my little brother."
We were not related.
Stick liked to call the uninitiated his little brothers or little sisters. He forced intimacy into his language. I didn't argue the point. Interactions went best with Stick when you agreed with everything he said.
"Thanks, man," I complimented, trying to sound genuine and ignorant as I stepped forward and offered him my hand.
Stick didn't move, but I could see that this conversation wasn't going as planned for him, and I forced myself not to react to his confusion. I couldn't break character, or he would know I was playing him.
Stick tapped his cane on the ground twice, grasped my hand, and stood. He watched me. I held his stare, but in an open, naive, guileless way that I had perfected in front of the mirror as grandma gave acting advice while she put her face on.
I once asked Grandma Perl why anyone would practice acting stupid. She pointed her mascara brush at me and, in her ditsiest Minnesota Nice character, said, "It's easier to be forgiven when people think you're a little dumb, don't ya know?" Like with most things, Grandma was right.
Before I understood what had happened, Stick pulled me into his side and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"You don't have a name yet. Everyone gets a name, but they don't get to pick it." He paused and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. "I have a name for you, little brother. You are going to be called Slide." Then he held my chin and forced eye contact." Your name will be Slide because I have never seen anyone slide out of shit faster than you. I can't tell if you do it on purpose or not, and I've been watching. I watch everybody. You do, too. Hell, this might be the first time I've ever heard you talk. So let's celebrate your name, Slide." Stick's smile slipped as he pulled me out of the alley. "We'll go do something special."
I stayed silent, knowing full well what was coming. Being named meant doing something you could never take back. It was public and would put you in prison if the police ever took the time to look for you. It meant severing yourself from your life before and relying entirely on the "family." I had been absent each time naming seemed to be in the cards, but I couldn't duck out this time.
There was only one place to go at this time of night that would have an impact, the Bodega.
The Bodega was a red hole in the wall with a glass door papered over with grocery ads years outdated. Canned salmon two for one seemed to be the dominant theme. Although there were two large windows, one on either side of the door, you could barely see in. The right window was a tapestry of cigarette promotions. The left window displayed the only swath of uncovered glass with a view of the interior. From the outside, the view was of tobacco, lottery scratchers, and Old Lady Imitari.
Old Lady Imitari owned the store. She was a short, dark-haired woman who always wore a long floral tank top. Grandma Pearl loved the old woman but said Imitari looked like an old man's thumb all the years she had known her, and Grandma moved to the neighborhood with Grandad thirty years ago. Imitari was a local legend even then because the Bodega was open twenty hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year, and no one else worked in the store. Grandma used to make an extra strong coffee called Barako and chat with Imitari sometimes when work in the shop was slow.
I would sneak out at night and try to catch Imitari sleeping. No matter the time, I never caught her snoozing, and she always saw me peeking at her through the window. I know she saw me because she would uncross her arms and wave her flyswatter at me.
All these memories flicked through my mind as Stick smiled his too-wide smile and pushed me into the Bodega.
Imitari flicked her fly swatter at me in acknowledgment, and her attention returned to the small TV she had nestled beside the cash register, which seemed to be the old woman's only real tether to the world outside her shop.
The inside of the Bodega was just a long hallway with shelves of convenience foods, drinks, home supplies, candy, and cold meds covering every available surface from floor to ceiling. The only break in the tunnel of products was the glass counter at the back corner of the store; Imitari presided over her mini domain by casually ignoring her shoppers. I tried to make eye contact with the old woman again as Stick pushed me to the back of the shop, but after her initial acknowledgment of our entrance, Imitari's eyes stayed focused on her TV.
As casually confident as possible, I walked to the cooler and grabbed an iced tea. "Want a drink," I asked over my shoulder, my voice unusually steady, given the electric current of anxiety flowing through me.
Stick sneered and tapped his cane twice on the ground. His eyes found all the security cameras in the tiny store, a frown creasing his angular features.
I followed his line of sight and finally realized what had bothered him. The cameras were fake. They looked like security cameras, but they weren't. There were no wires or lenses, just rectangles and circles in a security camera shape.
Stick took a deep breath and tapped his cane on the ground again. " There… is … so… much… here… to… see… but… no… one… is… watching," he said with a singsong. Then his sneer turned into a cruel smile.
I knew Stick wanted an audience for what he would force me to do. The fact that the security cameras were fakes meant that whatever was going to happen would now have to be significant. An event that the neighborhood wouldn't be able to ignore. My stomach twisted with the thought.
Stick waggled his eyebrows at me. He had been watching. He had seen my thoughts, and we both knew he had something terrible in mind.
The cane twirled in Stick's hand and then tapped twice on the shop tile.
"I think I want a little bit of this," Stick said, gesturing wildly with his cane, sending a row of soup cans tumbling to the floor. "And a little bit of that," Stick added as another wild gesture sent cups of ramen spinning and knocking glass bottles of hot sauce to the floor.
I stood paralyzed, unable to run. I was trapped with nowhere to duck away to. I didn't want Stick to hurt Old Lady Imitari, and I didn't want Stick to hurt me, either. The truth was, he would hurt both of us no matter what I did. That was just the way Stick was. I'd seen him. I'd seen him show us who he was every day.
Then I realized Imitari hadn't moved. She was watching her TV and chuckling at the sitcom as if nothing had happened.
Stick glanced at me, confused. I almost felt sorry for the sociopath. His night was not going to plan.
Imitari chuckled at her TV again, and a crease formed in the middle of Stick's forehead, letting me know that he was beyond angry. He was calm, dangerous, and vicious. People had been left for dead when Stick got this way.
Stick raised his cane and flipped it so the handle jutted like a pickax. He was going to attack Imitari.
Somehow, I moved. I didn't do much, but when I slid forward and grabbed the back of Stick's shirt, the cane missed Imitari, and the sharp handle punctured the thick glass top of the counter just above a roll of Lotto scratchers.
Old lady Imitari slowly looked up into Stick's eyes and smiled. Her wide, gentle frown was replaced with a look of joy and something else, something primal, something hungry. Her pupils were blown, and I had the uneasy feeling that I was watching someone be served their absolute favorite meal.
Before Stick could pull his cane from the punctured glass, Imitari casually reached forward, grabbed the cane, and pulled the wirey man forward. Small, old, and wrinkled, Imitari stared into Stick's eyes and overpowered him.
Stick fell forward across the counter. He tried to push himself back, but Imitari's hand clamped down on his wrist like a vice.
Bones ground together as Imitari pulled Stick's hand to her mouth, and with a swift, subtle movement, she bit off the tips of Stick's pinky and ring finger like she was sampling a cookie.
I jumped back next to the cooler as a thin spray of blood arched toward me.
Stick screamed and thrashed, but Imitari's small form was static and immovable. Stick was a fly in a trap. No matter how much he struggled, punched, poked, or kicked, he could not break the old woman's hold. Then, slowly, she took another bite.
It was strangely fascinating watching the frail form of this old woman I had known for years take bite after bite out of Stick. This man, whom I thought of as a predator, a hunter, an enforcer, was crying and begging while an old woman, who looked like a wrinkled thumb in a floral top, quietly devoured him.
I was surprised by the lack of blood after the first spray. I'm sure it was Imitari's crushing grip that stanched the flow of blood. The flesh of Stick's arm looked white from the pressure.
Hand over hand, Imitari pulled Stick forward. Bones cracked as she gripped higher on Stick's arm, clamped down with her long leathery fingers, and fed the flesh and bone, one concise bite at a time, into her open smiling maw. It was rhythmical in its simplicity: chomp, crunch, chew, chew, swallow. Over and over, the pattern continued until the begging stopped.
Stick wasn't dead. He gave up. Not struggling, he laid over the glass counter like a rag doll. He watched me glassily as Imitari took bite after bite, and I knew he wasn't there anymore. Whatever made Stick Stick had either curled up and hidden in a dark corner of his mind or had been devoured with his arm.
The old woman seemed displeased that her meal had stopped struggling. She shook him, but he flopped, and his head lulled from side to side. Imitari frowned, let go of Stick's arm, and pushed down on the limp man's back. Blood gushed from the ragged stump, and Imitari lowered her mouth and drank from the wound like she was sipping from a garden hose.
Stick didn't move. He just grew pail, and eventually, his panicked, shallow breaths ended, and the blood stopped flowing.
Then Imitari stood. With a quick tug, she pulled Stick's body over the counter and let it flop to the floor at her feet. Her eyes closed. A contented smile bloomed on her face as the explosive sound of crunching and cracking bones echoed through the small shop.
The deafening sound of crunching stopped, and only the buzzing of the drinks cooler reverberated through the small space. Imitari opened her eyes and watched me, a broad smile still on her lips. At that moment, I realized I could hear the drinks cooler so well because I had crawled into it, wedged between the glass door and the shelves.
Imitari held me with her gaze as cords of pink flesh lowered from the ceiling and efficiently tidied up Stick's mess, lapping up blood and hot sauce, placing cans on shelves, and scooping up cups of ramen with whip-like tendrils. Then, the cords of flesh nudged me forward, and I stood before Old Lady Imitari.
The thing that I had always thought of as a stern old woman handed me Stick's cane. With the same benign smile I remembered from buying red hots from it as a ten-year-old, it waved me away with its flyswatter, and the cords of flesh pushed me out the door onto the sidewalk.

Hi everyone, I already anticipate that I’ll be rambling, so my apologies in advance.
I’m (F24) about a month away from graduating with my Masters degree from a prestigious university. I’ve also landed my first “big girl” job that I’m starting next week, it seems mediocre but pays decently (for someone without kids or many expenses)- I’m just grateful I was able to get my foot in the door somewhere.
A lot of people around me tell me that I’m “smart” and “ahead of the game” compared to others my age, but I don’t feel this at all. My Masters was stressful at times, certainly wasn’t a walk in the park, but I don’t think I busted my a** to get it. I don’t feel accomplished, I don’t feel that my life amounts to something. I feel like people around me are doing bigger and better things— my sister just got a co-op at one of the Big 4, my friend from my Masters’ program got accepted into med school and though I am happy for her, seeing this crushed me. And the thing is, I don’t even want to go to med school, I just wish I was capable of achieving something so difficult.
I thought getting a job would fill this void but it hasn’t. I don’t feel like any of my “accomplishments” are worth celebrating. I don’t know how to go up from here, I feel so stuck and that I cannot enjoy life because I’m not where I want to be yet, but I don’t even know where that would be. I can’t believe I’ve given so much of myself to school, only to be here. I’m scared I’ll waste my 20s feeling like this. I don’t even feel like I deserve to feel better.
There’s so much to unpack here but any words of wisdom would be great. Thank you!

so I hope she never sees this cause she will definitely know who I am irl if she sees this but I don't care.
so on my birthday my crush went with us to celebrate, I made a stupid joke and my crush said "I'm gonna punch you" she often jokes like that I then said to her "wow (her name) I didn't know you get kinky like that" she turned to me and I think her cheeks where flushed a little. she then said "I'm gonna go tell your mother what you said" I laughed and walked over and told her myself. my mom gave me a high five and said "I still can't believe he thinks of that stuff so fast" irl with people I'm comfortable with I have some really good comebacks, my family qualifies. my crush just looked bettween me my mom and my sister speechless.

I am in a love triangle. Two girls are in love with me.
It's like one of those Romance movies I watch, and problem is I was the main focus of the love triangle. This sounds like out of a movie.
For some context I(15m) and my bsf, let's just call her Ashley(15f) had been friends since childhood. There was never really going on between us- I mean people had been shipping us ever since we were kids and my mom still teases me to this day that we will end up together. I just brush those aside because to be honest I felt no romantic feelings towards Ashely( at the time) but it all changed during Valentine's Day at School.
Now Ashley is bisexual, she dates both boys and girls. When we were thirteen I was the first one of our friends to support her on coming out as bisexual when she was dating this girl. Unfortunately her girlfriend cheated on her with a guy and their relationship only lasted five months. After that she dated guys, I don't remember how many guys but if I can accurately estimate it was around two guys.
During lunch at Valentine's day at school, she gave me chocolates for being a good friend. I asked her" Don't you have a boyfriend?" When I asked that she brushed me off and said" Nah! We broke up."
I told her thanks and gave her the chocolate I had bought for my crush( she rejected me so I gave it to Ashley instead) and when she received it she gave me a look which I can only describe as romantic love. We both laughed it off and continued to the next period. The few days after that was normal, but next Monday my homeroom teacher introduced an exchange student from another school. This was weird, because it was in the middle of the school year. My homeroom tasked me with showing her around school and I did.
Let's call call her Alexa- Now Alexa transferred to my school because her dad had a new job so her family moved in my city and she and I have a lot in common. She was bold and started flirting with me as a joke, now I noticed that Ashley did not seem to like that. She did not really do anything, she was busy with her club and her upcoming competition at the time and along with her grades so she did not seem to bother with the fact that I was spending more time with Alexa.
Ashley ended up in second place(congratulations girl!), she searched for me at the crowd and I congratulated her. She seemed to be happy, but her mood changes when she sees me alongside Alexa who was " very" close to me. She shot a glare at Alexa before directing her focus to me. She invited me to come with her since her team alongside her coach is going to this Italian. I politely declined and told her I was going at Alexa's place to finish our science research.
Ashley nodded, I could tell she was hurt but she tried to play it off cool and went to celebrate with her team.
Alexa asked me if I was dating her, I said no and and told her that she was a childhood friend.
Ever since that Ashley avoided me and made up excuses on why we can't hang out like we used to. Being the direct person I am, I asked her why she's acting like that. She ignored me and went to her class(rude) and after school I chased her at the terminal. I asked her again, which resulted in her snarling at me and telling me that I now have Alexa. I was confused at the time and told Ashley that Alexa is just a friend and that she is dating another guy so there's no need to worry.
Then Ashley glared at me and said that Alexa broke up with her current boyfriend after three weeks. I was dumbfounded on how a relationship can end that fast.
This month Ashley confessed thru text that she likes me very much and had romantic feelings for me ever since childhood. My heart pumped like a thousand times reading her heartfelt confession, but then I remember that this was the type of girl whose relationships ends very fast.
As for Alexa she had been making a move on me after she broke up with her boyfriend. I only knew this girl for three months, and seeing how her relationships ends I am skeptical of even starting a relationship with her. I don't really know much about her, unlike Ashley whom I knew since we were like six.
But despite that I am starting to develop feelings for both girls. I am blind to a person's red flags, and I had never been in a relationship before. Right now I can't say who I like more because of how conflicted I felt. Any advice will do. For the time being I won't make any move since I'm more busy on my graduation and getting into 10th grade.
Alexa and Ashley too, they are busy. Though Ashley will sweep in every time she gets, whenever I have free time she will invite me to hang out where she will show signs like hugging me more tightly, being more possessive and being more serious.
I'm trying to distract myself with playing games, doing hobbies and going outside. Just give advice, people of reddit. I am an insecure, immature, inexperienced guy who has never been in a relationship.
Don't mind the grammar and spelling mistakes since English is not my first language. I left out huge details and I made this look like out of a slice of life anime, but this is driving me crazy. Both girls are driving me crazy. I know people in the comments will say" Go for Ashley" but I need your thoughts please.

I am 17F. Have never had a boyfriend, don't think I have ever had a crush apart from on one boy in school when I was about 10. Parents push me to show any kind of romantic attraction to anyone but I just don't know who I like??
Today my mom said that any time I talk about a specific female celebrity (not saying who) I blush. Does this mean I have a crush on the celebrity??
I don't even know what my sexuality is myself and so if I was lesbian I don't know myself and I'm definitely not ready to come out. How can I stop my mom from thinking I'm lesbian? Any other advice about the topic too would be welcome.

I (20F) have a boyfriend (21M) of almost 2 years. yep turning 2 yrs this august. I know overrated na yung word na nonchalant, pero ganyan sya eh. idk if this is normal ba o sadyang di lang talaga tipo yung ganitong love language.
hindi ko nafefeel yung gigil towards sakin sa personal. hindi ko nararanasan na nilalambing at cinocompliment ako personally haha. sa almost 2 yrs na rs namin, bilang lang ata yung times sinabihan niyang maganda ako. first date namin, gandang ganda nya sakin. sobrang vocal tapos pinipicturan ako kahit may ginagawa. pero tumagal, nagiing nonchalant eh hahahahaha
for background: overall, mas attractive ako kaysa sa kanya. model ako sa promotional poster ng school namin, may nagscscout sakin for pageant pero dinedecline ko, andami kong suitors before and sabi pa nila ang swerte raw ng bf ko sakin. pero bat ganun?? mas madalas pa magcompliment friends ko sa school kesa sa jowa ko :(( ang fresh ko raw, ang ganda ko, deserve ko raw sumali ng Miss Dentistry na magrepresent sa batch namin. lahat yan sinasabi nila sakin in person. pero yung bf ko? hanggang chat lang nagcocompliment di ko rin feel na patay na patay sya sakin hahahahaha.
pero wala syang iba ah. sobrang faithful nya saken at kahit celebrity crush wala nga sya e. puro shoes at damit inaatupag. wala akong pinagdududahan sa kanya. it's just that, hindi lang sya ganon ka expressive.
ang lungkot talaga andaming nagagandahan sakin at naging suitors ko pero yung bf ko kahit anniversary o monthsary hindi man lang ako cinocompliment personally HAHAHAHA puta naiinggit nalang ako sa tiktok eh kung saan napaka vocal at expressive ng lalaki tas sinasabihan pang "answerte ko sayo" sa gf nila. when kaya???
sinabihan ko na sya about nito kahapon, nag sorry sya and sabi nya tatry nyang bumawi. pero ayoko mag expect kasi andami ko nang requests before na gawin nya personally, nagagawa nga pero hindi consistent :///
inassure nya naman sakin na sobrang mahal nya ako kahit hindi sya ganon ka expressive. idk hahahaha tinanggap ko nalang. nalilito ako if i should be alarmed if ganon nya ba ko talaga ka mahal, e bat ayaw nya iexpress fully? more on sa chat lang sya, pero feel ko kulang parin yung compliment at lambing na nakukuha ko sa kanya.
minsan naiisip ko if ever di kami mag work out, at least i have to set my standards higher na hahahaha. medjo ayaw ko na sa ganitong setup, above average naman looks ko (sabi nila) pero diko feel na ako pinakamaganda para sa kanya kahit wala siyang iba. kasali na rin hindi nya ako masyadong hinahug o nilalambing in public and private places (na parang bang nanggigigil sa bata) gusto ko sana non hahahaha hindi man lang magawa sakin
masakit pero kailangan tanggapin, mahal ko eh hahahahaha

Character Creation:

PC
Reddit Account: AnotherBabyEchidna
Discord Tag: thebrundun
Name and House: Willem Ryger
Age: 45
Cultural Group: RiverlandeValemen
Appearance: Willem Ryger always seems to have a coy smile about him, accentuated by his strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His curly light brown hair has begun to thin, though his pronounced brows remain strong. Standing around six feet tall, his posture always exudes confidence, and his near-yellow brown eyes always seem to be hiding a secret or a joke.
Trait: Mastermind
Skill(s): Assassin (e), Covert (e), Devious
Talent(s): Philosophising, Carousing, Gambling
Negative Trait(s): n/a
Starting Title(s): Lord of Willow Wood, Ser
Starting Location: King’s Landing
Alternate Characters: n/a

Bio-Timeline:

• 20 BC: Willem is born into the cursed bloodline of House Ryger to Willow and Ryman Ryger. House Ryger has long kept their curse a secret to the outside world. As the story goes, at the birth of every Ryger there is a new weeping willow sprouted in their willow forests and the health of the weeping willow is said to be directly tied to the health of the Ryger.
• 18 BC: Willem’s brother, Marq, is born.
• 10 BC: Willem is sent to ward under Vance of Wayfarer’s Rest at the behest of his grandfather Lord Leo Ryger who detests the idea of his disappointment of a son raising the eventual heir of Willow Wood.
• 8 BC: Willem makes quick friends with Beck Bracken, also warding at Wayfarer’s rest, though he takes a special liking to his sister, Perra, and a childhood crush forms.
• 2 BC: Willem is knighted but the event is overshadowed by the capitulation of the Vances to Aegon the Conqueror. He returns home to Willow Wood where his grandfather informs him of the family curse and in order to avoid the curse he is sent to The Eyrie to join their court, quickly earning their trust and his outsider perspective and connections are used in the capacity of Master of the Thresholds. Also during this time his first son, a bastard named Rickard, is revealed to him. Despite the child being of common birth and mute, Willem takes him in to raise him as his own, though much of the raising is done by his servants.
• 1 BC: Funnily enough, similar to how Willem was present when King Aegon landed at Wayfarer’s Rest, Queen Visenya lands at The Eyrie, and Willem is one of the few advisors to Sharra to counsel bending the knee.
• 1 AC: Willem Ryger weds Lynese Hightower, though his true love is still Perra Bracken yet he spares her his family curse by not wedding her. Later in the year his first trueborn daughter is born and named Roslyn. Additionally, his nephew, Robyn, is born, and the pair of Robyn and Roslyn are inseparable.
• 2 AC: Willem and Lynese have another child and name her Mya.
• 5 AC: Willem and Lynese have their last child together, naming their son Myles, though the curse claims Lynese’s life shortly after his birth. After her death, his life of debauchery begins and he begins his yearly parties for the elite of Westeros. Another nephew, Addam, is also born, though Willem does not celebrate the addition to their family with his brother.
• 7 AC: Willem involves himself in the Tully plot against King Aegon, though his ties to the Vale arouse suspicion and he is barred from much of the decision making. Due to this untrust, he informs Lord Blackwood of the plot who takes on much of the burden of revealing the plot to Queen Visenya. Due to Willem’s close ties to the Vale and his lord grandfather’s acceptance, House Ryger swears fealty to House Arryn directly. During this time, the stress pushes Willem into the arms of his childhood crush, Perra Bracken, despite his continued refusal to wed her. Unbeknownst to him a child is spawned from this affair.
• 8 AC: Willem becomes a personal confidant and source of comfort to the grieving Queen Rhaenys. The intimacy of their relationship is kept a closely guarded secret, especially their bedding which results in another child unbeknownst to him. His duties to the Vale require a large distance to be maintained between them, forbidding any true relationship from developing.
• 10 AC: Willem is present for Sharra Arryn’s death yet at the same time his own father, Ryman Ryger, dies. Rather than return home, Willem persists in The Eyrie during the trying time for House Arryn. As Ronnel Arryn comes of age, Willem is retained as Master of the Thresholds.
• 11 AC: Willem’s grandfather, Lord Leo Ryger, dies soon after, as if he only lived out of spite to not see Ryman inherit Willow Wood. His death occurs after a visit to The Eyrie, the second time of visiting with the first being the oath to House Arryn, where Leo further informs Willem of their curse. Were a Ryger to stand quiet enough in the weeping willing forests of their home, he could hear their ancestors. Lastly, it is revealed that despite Leo’s attempts to shield Willem from the curse, a rot has set into Willem’s willow. Due to this, Willem accepts the counsel that his brother Marq take on much of the responsibility of ruling Willow Wood.
• 12 AC: Willem’s eldest daughter, Roslyn, is informed of everything that his grandfather has informed him of. He decides to keep Roslyn close and begin to teach her much of his subterfuge and sets her up to inherit many of his connections should he pass.
• 13 AC: Willem’s daughter, Mya, is sent to ‘squire’ for the Cavaliers upon their creation.
• 15 AC: Willem’s son, Myles, is sent to squire for the legendary knight Lord Corbray, though the boy is difficult to train mostly due to his protest of being sent away from his family.
• 18 AC: Willem’s bastard son, Rickard, is finally knighted and immediately following his ceremony he takes off to find where his commoner mother was sent off to. Unfortunately, the Riverwar breaks out during his travels and he finds himself on either side of the war depending on which side of the battle he happens to need to be on to continue his search for his mother.
• 19 AC: Willem is present for the wedding of Queen Visenya and Lord Lyn Egen and does his best to aid in the planning of the festivities.
• 20 AC: Willem’s brother, Marq, declares himself Regent of Willow Wood. While having been the de facto regent, the declaration comes under contention from Willem. To resolve the dispute, Roslyn is made Steward of Willow Wood and acts as eyes and ears for Willem. Her loyalties are in contention, unbeknownst to Willem, as Roslyn and her cousin Robyn further their relationship into intimacy.
• 22 AC: Willem’s bastard son, Rickard, returns from his travels. Being mute, his ability to convey his travels is limited, but the corpse he returns with bears the resemblance of the woman Willem bedded long ago. They put her body to rest in the weeping willow forests and Rickard forever swears his service to his father.
• 23 AC: Willem’s trueborn son, Myles, returns to Willem now a knight. He is given the truth of the family curse and his mental state further spirals, with his long protest of being sent away now given a proper justification. Willem brings the entire family to the forests to find each of their weeping willows, where Myles finds the rot of his father to have spread to his tree nonetheless. He vows to make his death worthwhile, though Willem cautions that despite his own tree having rot, he has yet to perish.
• 25 AC: Willem leads the entirety of House Ryger to the festivities in King’s Landing.

Family Tree:

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Supporting Characters:

AC
Name and House: Roslyn Ryger
Age: 24
Cultural Group: RiverlandeValewoman
Appearance: Roslyn’s dark, straight hair and pale skin stand in sharp contrast to her father. Her amber eyes are inherited directly from him, however, as was her smile that often appears devious to some and endearing to others. Constantly lost in thought, she takes an unassuming posture, preferring to only display confidence when she feels she is in the right.
Trait: Insidious
Skill(s): Espionage (e), Investigator
Talent(s): Singing, Hunting, Gambling
Negative Trait(s): n/a
Starting Title(s): Steward of Willow Wood
Starting Location: King’s Landing
Alternate Characters: n/a
 
Archetypes/Notable Characters:

• Mya Ryger - Daughter of Willem; the resemblance is uncanny upon realizing that Roslyn inherited Willem’s cunning while Mya inherited charm. Aged 23. Tourney Knight archetype.
• Myles Ryger - Son of Willem and heir to Willow Wood; of whom has lost the luster of life in his eyes with an uneasy calm demeanor always present. Aged 20. Cutthroat archetype.
• Rickard Rivers - Bastard son of Willem; a mute who has devoted his life to a love of killing under the guise of being a knight. Aged 27.
• Marq Ryger - Brother to Willem; rather than enacting his cunning through subterfuge, he has instead proven his ability as a cunning commander with a true love of tactics. Aged 43.
• Robyn Ryger - Nephew to Willem; a man of true brilliance and joy for learning who has devoted his time to the art of revenue generation. Aged 24.
• Addam Ryger - Nephew to Willem; a kind-hearted simpleton that has been focused on the simplicity of combat. Aged 20.
• Septon-Maester Stephus - A long-time advisor to Willem; likely neither septon nor a maester, but his wisdom is vast, if often crude. Aged 68.