#<- looking for a specific group over there

[bumbled-bees]

How Lily Draws In Her Audience

One of the more disturbing aspects of Lily’s influence is that she specifically attracts people who are vulnerable—people who have been abused, marginalized, or mistreated—and then weaponizes that against them.

For abuse survivors, especially those who are still healing, it’s easy to latch onto someone who speaks with absolute certainty. Lily presents herself as someone who’s been through it all, who knows what abuse looks like, who sees through manipulation—but in reality, she just demands blind loyalty and paints anyone who questions her as an abuser.

A few ways she traps people:

She presents herself as an authority on abuse. Since many of her fans are survivors, they naturally trust her judgment. But she exploits that by redefining abuse to suit her needs, convincing them that anyone who criticizes her must be an abuser.

She provides a "safe space"… that’s actually a trap. The more people invest in her community, the harder it is to leave. If they start questioning her, they risk losing their entire support system.

She feeds into their fears and trauma. Many of her fans have a deep fear of being manipulated again. Instead of helping them build healthy skepticism, she teaches them to see her enemies as manipulators while blindly trusting her.

She isolates people from outside perspectives. Any criticism of her is framed as “transphobia,” “abuse apologism,” or “bad faith.” This keeps people locked into her narrative because they fear being seen as bigots or enablers.

Lily also specifically appeals to neurodivergent and LGBT+ fans by framing herself as a champion for marginalized groups—someone who "tells it like it is" and "fights for the oppressed." But in reality, she weaponizes their experiences and struggles to keep them under her control.

How She Hooks Neurodivergent Fans

A lot of neurodivergent people, especially autistic folks, struggle with black-and-white thinking, difficulty navigating social nuance, and a strong sense of justice. Lily exploits these traits by:

Presenting herself as a voice of moral clarity. Many ND people prefer clear-cut rules over messy social politics. Lily gives them that by framing every situation as good vs. evil.

Encouraging "righteous" anger. Many ND people have been dismissed, gaslit, or ignored in real life. Lily taps into that frustration, making them feel validated—while directing their anger toward her enemies.

Punishing critical thinking. If someone questions her, she dismisses them as "brainwashed," "supporting abusers," or "part of the problem." Since ND people can already struggle with social cues, they may second-guess their own instincts and default to trusting her version of events.

Using a rigid rule system. Her community operates on a set of unspoken but harsh, inflexible rules. Break one, and you’re ostracized. Many ND people follow strict rules in social settings to avoid conflict, so they adapt to Lily’s without realizing they’re being manipulated.

How She Hooks LGBT+ Fans

Lily markets herself as an unapologetic trans woman who doesn’t care what cis people think. This attracts other trans and queer people, many of whom have faced discrimination and feel like they have to “play nice” in society. Lily offers them an alternative:

"You don’t have to be polite anymore." She encourages LGBT+ fans to be openly hostile to their critics. This is appealing to people who have been bullied, harassed, or discriminated against. But instead of healthy boundary-setting, Lily fosters a siege mentality—"you’re either with us or against us."

Weaponizing transphobia accusations. Any criticism of her, no matter how valid, is labeled transphobic. This makes her LGBT+ fans afraid to question her, because they don’t want to be seen as betraying another queer person.

Claiming she understands LGBT+ oppression better than anyone. She dismisses any queer person who criticizes her. She uses this as a way to delegitimize her LGBT+ critics—even though many of them respect her identity but simply disagree with her behavior.

Lily’s entire mode of operation hinges on controlling the narrative. She doesn’t present arguments—she declares facts and expects her audience to accept them without question. If you challenge her version of events, you aren’t just wrong in her eyes; you’re malicious, an enemy, a “stalker,” or a “bad faith actor.”

This is why she never provides evidence or proof for her claims. She doesn’t feel she needs to. Her authority as a figure in her community is enough for her followers. If Lily says something, then it’s true by default. Any contradictions or inconsistencies get hand-waved away because her fans trust her, not facts.

Her black-and-white mindset reinforces this. There is no room for nuance in her world. Either you support her fully or you’re against her completely. There’s no middle ground. This ensures that even when people start noticing inconsistencies, they’re unlikely to speak up for fear of being branded as part of the enemy camp. It’s easier to rationalize the contradictions than to risk being exiled.

This same strategy applies across all aspects of her behavior. She tells her fans Joon the King’s documentary is just drama and should be ignored—so they ignore it, despite the fact that it presents mountains of evidence.

This is why Lily thinks she can lie so freely. She assumes her audience won’t remember or care if she contradicts herself. And in many cases, she’s right. Because she’s conditioned them to trust her above all else.

[phoronopsis]

The first image linked is not actually a priapulid but a sea cucumber in its spawning posture! It was misidentified on iNaturalist and went viral before it was corrected— see the original observation here. (It gets kinda heated which I think is kinda funny. Penis worms are serious business!) I have always said before that I want internet fame specifically for two reasons: to make PSAs about Anomalocaris’s head carapace which everybody always leaves out of drawings because of that one inaccurate museum model, and about the incorrectly identified sea cucumber photo about which is now like the first image result you get when searching for penis worms and is my NEMESIS 😠 (the misinformation, not the photo or the sea cucumber, those are great)

For all the worm fans— priapulids are super easy to identify; there are as of the time of writing only 22 recognized species, and for many of them the only photos of them are from articles in scientific journals. Over half the species are microscopic, and the macroscopic ones are mainly found in polar regions, often in the deep sea, where they are usually burrowed in sediment and thus are little-encountered by people. The only one of them that is commonly photographed (and studied) is Priapulus caudatus, which is broadly found across the northern northern hemisphere even in shallow waters and I think probably has to be the most accessible species in general. They look like this:

image by Thomas Trott

This species accounts for probably 99% of the images of priapulids out there, and its relatives look rather similar, such as its southern hemisphere counterpart Priapulus tuberculatospinosus or the two-tailed species Priapulopsis bicaudatus. The intricate, feathery tails (referred to in the literature as “caudal appendages”) are probably the most distinctive feature of this group; they are believed to be involved in respiration, though as with many things about the phylum it is not known for certain. (See this recent paper for a review of macroscopic priapulid morphology.) In the zoomed-out photos of that sea cucumber you can see on the iNat page, it lacks a tail which is a dead giveaway that it is not any of these; also note that while it has some longitudinal striations along what sorta looks like a proboscis, they don’t actually bear any teeth! The spined, toothed proboscides of priapulids are indeed super cool and are their most distinctive feature setting them apart from other proboscis-bearing worms like peanut worms or spoon worms, which are often also misidentified online as priapulids. A fun fact is that the shape of their teeth varies across species in a way that appears to be closely correlated with their diet, see this paper for a neat study that uses tooth shapes to examine the different ecological niches occupied by extant priapulids and their Cambrian relatives!

The only other macroscopic priapulids that don’t look much like Priapulus are the two species Halicryptus spinulosus and Halicryptus higginsi, the latter of which I believe there are literally like two full-body photos in existence of it, one of which is from a login-walled journal article from 1999 and the other of which is one of the specimens from that 1999 article photographed after 25 years preserved in a museum. There’s a decent number of photos floating around of H. spinulosus (though still not as many as P. caudatus); they look like this:

image by Claude Nozères

As you can see, Halicryptus lack tails and have a much less prominent proboscis than Priapulus and its relatives, which you can only see the spines of on the very tip; H. spinulosus in particular has a rather short and small body that distinguishes it a lot, while H. higginsi is the largest known species of priapulid in the world (see this paper for a review of both of them). They’re maybe less distinctive-looking but idk, I don’t know off the top of my head if there’s super anything else you would mistake them for, and images of them are pretty uncommon anyway. In any case as far as macroscopic priapulids go, these are the only ones you have to look out for; if you’ve got those down you’re all set! As stated before, most priapulid species are actually microscopic; just for fun here’s the tropical meiobenthic species Tubiluchus corallicola:

image by Museum of Comparative Zoology, Harvard University

look at that squiggly tail!

And yeah in conclusion priapulids are super cool and underrated and I wish there were more people paying attention to them; there’s soooo many neglected taxa that we’re still only just discovering basic aspects of their biology and priapulids are one of them! If you want to see their amazing extensible proboscis in action, linked below is by far the best priapulid video out there, I highly recommend it. And most of all remember everybody THAT PHOTO IS A FRICKING SEA CUCUMBER, NOT EVERY WORM THAT LOOKS LIKE A PENIS IS A PENIS WORM AAAAAAA 😭😭😭

Can't believe any real animal has teeth as awesome as penis worms have.

They are meat eaters :)

[goosewriting]

idk about you but joaquin drunk confessing that he's been in love w you since he first saw you is so personal to me

Enamorado

summary: Joaquín’s drunken love confession. 

relationship: Joaquín Torres x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol, drunk behaviour, established relationship

word count: ~760

A/N: i’m honestly not even sure if this was meant as a request or not but it was too good not to write something for 😩💕 you're so right anon,, have this lil blurb mwah (be safe when drinking, kids)

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(title means "in love" in spanish)

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Usually, you don’t go to bars much, but this time it was a special occasion, so you went out with Joaquín and Sam. Even Bucky joined you, but now that he's a proper citizen and all, he left early. 

You glance at the time on your phone, it’s 2:46 am. Looking over your shoulder from where you sit at the bar, you see Sam on the dance floor, and smile to yourself. He’s having a good time, it seems. Joaquín is next to you, and as your eyes go back to him, he’s putting down his drink he just emptied. He looks at you with a goofy grin. 

“Alright, then, that’s enough for you,” you say with a gentle smile, pushing his glass a little farther away from his hands. “Let’s take a break, yeah?”

You’re fairly tipsy yourself, but Joaquín is proper drunk now. He doesn’t let himself get to this point often. Luckily he doesn’t get angry or physical when intoxicated, instead he turns to absolute mush, incoherent mumblings about how much he loves you and Sam leaving his lips incessantly, muttering about how glad he is to be part of the group, how badly he wants to meet the Avengers. He also gets a little clingy, not that you mind. His hands will always be on you somewhere, your leg, your back, your face. 

Right now, he’s leaning his forehead on your shoulder, grumbling under his breath, but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“Wanna go take some fresh air?,” you offer.

Joaquín nods, getting off his stool, and he lets you pull him to the back, where you exit to a small patio. You breathe in the cool night air, the buzzing in your ears starting to dissipate. You lean onto the wooden fence and look out to the city below, the lights moving and dancing in the distance like a painting. Or maybe you just can’t focus your eyes right now.

You feel something warm coming up behind you, and Joaquín’s arms snake around your middle as he hugs you into his chest. He hums, swaying you both lightly from side to side, and you laugh, turning within his hold to face him, and you cup his face. His skin feels hot, and you can see the redness on his cheeks even in the dim light.

“You need to learn to pace yourself,” you say.

“Ssshuddup. Sam’s fault,” he retorts, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Right,” you chuckle. Sam and Joaquín did make some bet or other about how many drinks they could have before losing the ability to walk a straight line.

When he pulls back, his chocolate eyes find yours, albeit slightly out of focus, but his gaze holds so much warmth and affection, you can’t help but get lost in them. He hums again, a smile spreading on his lips. You tilt your head.

“Whatcha thinking about?” you ask.

“You.”

“Yeah?” Your heart flutters.

“Always,” he confirms.

“Anything specific?”

“I, when you…” he starts, struggling to form real words. “Desde el primer momento en que te vi…”

You chuckle, softly pinching his cheek, then cup his face again.

“English, please.”

“You, it’s always been you,” he speaks more clearly this time, and quickly turns his head to place a kiss to your inner wrist. “From the very moment I first saw you, I’ve been in love with you.”

You swallow, tears stinging behind your eyes as you smooth over his cheekbones with your thumbs. Joaquín’s hands slide from your waist to your back to push you closer into him.

“Madly,” he says, and places a kiss on your forehead. “Entirely.” Another on the tip of your nose. “Desperately.” His speech is a bit more slurred on that one, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, giggling goofily as he pulls back to look at you.

You mirror his love struck gaze, softly running your fingers through his curls before you hold the back of his head to pull him close, capturing his lips. It’s not as elegant as it could have been, kissing somewhat sloppily in the dark of night, but you can feel how earnest his words are in the way he holds you, breathes you in. And with every wet kiss he places wherever he can reach, he whispers ‘I love you’s into your skin, the press of his lips leaving a trail of fire, burning his words into your body, to remind you that you’re his and he’s yours. Madly, entirely, desperately. 

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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

[orikixx]

Blueprints & Heartbeats (9/?)

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Featuring: Nanami Kento

Cw: fem reader, wc 2.8k words, not proofread

Summary: academic rivals to lovers! a mixup in the architecture group project forces you to team up with Nanami Kento, the serious and stoic student. But maybe, he isn’t as brooding as you thought?

Author's note: to the anon who motivated me to continue this.. thank you😭 I’ve been working on it for a while so I hope you guys like this💕

It’s almost 4 pm now, and Nanami is mentally beating himself up over whether he went too far, opening himself up like that to you. He’s pacing around his dorm, nervously eyeing his palette, colorful oil paints laid out in neat, deliberate swatches, a few small brushes and a glass of water waiting nearby.

You knock on his door, a little hesitant. It’s not as if you haven’t been here before, but this time, it feels… different. The air surrounding you is buzzing, barely able to contain your excitement as your foot impatiently taps against the pavement. “Wonder what’s taking him so long,” you murmur, raising your hand to knock again, yet this time, it lands on his broad chest.

“Good afternoon, y/n. Sorry for the wait.” The moment you look up at him, there’s a big smile plastered on your face, and you happily step inside. Nanami looks at you, dumbfounded, until he finally closes the door. “You’re such a dork, Kenny”. He sighs at that, trying to be as little awkward as possible when you hug him, your small frame lost in his.

Nanami feels like he’ll never get used to you, even as you sit on the stool he’s set in front of his own, looking like you belong exactly in his dorm room. “You’re staring so much, didn’t even start drawing me yet!” “I’m.. figuring out your proportions.” He mentally curses himself for that, knowing that with the amount of time he’s spent observing you, he remembers every single detail about your face.

Suddenly, you light up. “Do you need me to do any specific poses? I can think of a few.. interesting ones”. Nanami groans loudly, causing you to giggle.

“You’re so uptight again, is something wrong?” Your eyebrows furrowed, a small pout on your lips, as the man in front of you suddenly won’t take his eyes off the canvas.

Nanami feels blush creeping up his neck, and he remembers his conversation with Gojo, thinking about how maybe he should get over himself and ask you out today.

“I’m all good. You just look very captivating today, even more than usual.”

“You can’t just say that!”

Nanami is unsure of what to respond to that, having mustered up all his courage just to tell you that last sentence. He blushes furiously now, picking up his graphite pencil and starting to roughly sketch your features. When his eyes finally dart in your direction, he can tell you’re blushing as well.

You try relaxing your face from your former pout at his sternness, not wanting to make this assignment any harder for him. “So.. do you have any other friends, that I don’t know of?” You hear Nanami sucking in a breath, and try your hardest to keep a natural expression.

“Not really, no. You’re the only one who stayed long enough to make me open up.”

You smile at that, though it’s a rather sad statement. “Would you mind keeping that expression for me?” Nanami’s eyebrows are now furrowed, staring at your face with concentration.

“The smile?”

“Yes, it makes your eyes appear lighter.”

You smile harder at that, and when Nanami finally looks at the canvas, picking up a small brush, you can see a small smile forming on his lips as well.

Nanami feels like his heart might explode out of his chest. The girl he’s been wanting for… well, too long, is currently giving him fuck me eyes without even realizing it. He tries focusing on the drawing instead, soft oil strokes on white canvas, when you speak again.

“You think it’s time for another brainrot lesson?” Immediately, a loud groan follows, making you laugh. “Whatever you want, y/n. Just stay still.” “Whatever you say, Kenny.”

You ponder for a moment, thinking about which brainrot should you teach the poor man this time. “Alright kento, you got two options yeah? When John Pork is calling, do you pick up or not?” “Who is John Pork?” Nanami sounds so serious it scares you, and you hold your laugh in.

“I’ll show you later. Now, since we’ve got plenty of time, what do you know about low taper fade?” “As far as I’m concerned, it’s a haircut, correct?” “You sound terrified, Kento”. Nanami gets up from his stool, now towering over you.

“Such a bratty little thing.” His fingers come up to trace your cheek, almost, before he stops himself. “Stay just like this for a moment,” Nanami says, surprisingly soft. You, of course, obey, looking up at his face, body looming over yours.

Nanami observes your face, trying to etch it into his soul. “Can I..” he murmurs softly, rough fingers brushing against your jaw. You nod, and he gently traces your cheek. You can feel blush spreading all over your neck, surely dusting your cheeks pink.

“Kento?” You look up at him, heart thrumming so loud he must be able to hear it as well. “This is necessary for the process, y/n.” He whispers that, hazel eyes lingering on your lips as his fingers trace your temple.

Your face is on fire now, eyes gleaming as you try catching Nanami’s gaze, yet his eyes are glued to your lips. “You know, you could kiss me if you want to that bad,” you say softly.

In just a moment, his hands are off you, and he’s facing away. “Fuck, too far? I didn’t mean to Kento, I was just-“

“For the love of god y/n, you sit here looking like a fucking angel, and then you say these things..”

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose, and you sit there, speechless, for the first time.

“You.. what?” Nanami sighs, finally turning back to look at you. “It would be so wrong of me, to kiss you without even asking you out first..” You stand up, feeling his warm body almost touching yours, and you sigh.

“Well then, you better ask me out Kento, we don’t have all day”. Nanami notices, of course, that although you put on a confident front, your fingers nervously twirl the edge of your tank top, and your eyes are somewhat worried, looking up at him.

He tries to stay composed, ears bright red when he takes your hand is his bigger one, bringing it to his chest.

“Would you like to go on a date with me, y/n? I would love to take you to out, if you would allow it.” He braces himself for rejection, even though he knows you feel the same, as your big, gleaming eyes now happily squint at him.

“Fuck yeah, took you long enough, silly boy,” you say happily, arms immediately wrapping around him. You smile so hard your face hurts, burying your face Nanami’s chest, squealing like a little girl until you feel his hands on your shoulders, gently prying you away. You pout at him, crossing your arms and huffing as he chuckles. “Now..” he murmurs, leaning down and finally kissing you.

You stay still for a second, caught by surprise, before your hands immediately tangle in his hair, latching onto his lips like your life depends on it. One of his hands cups your cheek, moving lower to trace your the curve of your jaw before settling at your nape, drawing you deeper into the kiss.

The kiss is slow, deliberate, a taste of something sweet, long desired. Nanami’s lips are firm and surprisingly soft, tasting of coffee and something that’s just uniquely him. You can’t help yourself but bite on his lower lip, making him gasp and let go of the kiss.

You whine at the loss of his warmth, hands moving from his blond locks to grip onto his broad shoulders. Standing on your toes, you whisper in his ear- “You’re so annoying, I barely got to taste you”. Nanami blushes furiously, his hand wandering down to squeeze your hips.

“How am I the annoying one, when you sit here, looking at me with these tantalizing eyes?”

It’s your turn to blush, burying your face in his chest again. “Ugh, you have to stop doing that Kento!” You whine, and he chuckles, kissing the crown of your head.

“Come on, I need to finish your portrait.” With a sigh, you slump back onto the stool, and Nanami sits down at his. He picks up the brush again, continuing the gentle strokes on the canvas before speaking again.

“I’m sorry if I have been.. harsh, with the kiss. It’s a little embarrassing, but I have been craving you for so long, I couldn’t help myself.”

You smile, using all your willpower to not get up and kiss him again. “It’s alright Kento, really, I wanted you for a while as well,” you say, happily watching his cheeks changing shades of red.

“I can’t focus when you tell me things like that y/n. It makes me want to.. never mind.”

“You’re so shy it’s almost funny,” you say with a giggle, making him groan. “Do me a favor, just this once, and talk about anything else, please?”

You can’t say no to his defeated face, so then Nanami quietly cleans his paint brush, listening to you ramble about some show you’ve started watching recently, and how you think he’d like it.

After about an hour of rambling on your side, and hums of agreement on his, the portrait is finished. Nanami carefully places the canvas aside, the oil paint still wet, sticking onto his fingers. It’s almost 6 pm now, and you remember promising Gojo you’d meet up later today. You get up from the stool, quietly walking to stand by Nanami as he washes his hands in the kitchen sink.

The smell of the paint lingers in air of his dorm room, and you sneakily wrap your hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Would you mind staying for a little while more?” “Can’t, I promised Satoru I’ll see him today,” you say, smiling when he turns around to look at you. You rest your chin on his chest, looking up at his chiseled face.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow. Will it be okay if I will pick you up at 7 pm for our date?” “Of course Kenny”. Nanami hums, and you let your body melt against his, his arms wrapping around your lower back as you savor the warmth.

“I can drop you off wherever you two are meeting, if you would like that.” “Awww, Kento you’re so mushy already, love that,” you say and giggle, laughing when he groans and buries his face in your hair. “Seriously though, I wouldn’t mind, thank you” and with that, you plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Still in his embrace, you pull out your phone, calling Gojo. You bicker for a couple minutes, eventually agreeing to meet up at some café downtown. When you hang up, Nanami is already there with his car keys in his hand.

“Are you ready to go? Or do you want to stop by your dorm first?”

“You’re too sweet Kento, and I’m good, we can head there now” you poke his nose before opening his dorm’s door, standing there as you wait for him to exit. “Ladies first,” you snicker with a small smile as he passes you, sighing and shaking his head disapprovingly. After he locks the door, he swiftly opens the passenger seat door for you, humming when you murmur a thank you.

Nanami gets in and starts the car, and once he’s on the highway, he puts his palm on your thigh, thumb brushing the soft skin. “I’m honestly surprised, I thought you’d only be driving in the 10 and 2 position,” you snicker and put your hand on top of his.

“Maybe I’m careful, but I can’t help myself when a beautiful woman is sitting right beside me.” You smile at that, stroking his palm as he stares at the road ahead. After a little while you get to the café, and Nanami pulls over just long enough for you to kiss him and say thanks. “Text me when you need pickup, okay?” “It’s okay, I’ll just walk ba-“ “Just text me.” You sigh, and with another kiss you part ways, as you see Gojo waiting for you at the entrance.

You sigh internally, knowing what’s about to come as you walk towards the white haired man. You approach him, and before even entering the place, he immediately jumps on you with a hug.

“What the fuck was that kiss? Girl you better tell me everything” Gojo almost yells that, and you quickly hush him down, walking inside.

After getting your matcha, and Gojo his overly sweet latte, you two sit down. “Okay so before I start you gotta promise not to yell again, I can’t have everyone here staring,” you say with an eye roll, and he eagerly nods. “Whatever you say, just fucking tell me already!”

You almost laugh at his whiney tone, before telling him about everything that happened with Nanami today. You can tell he’s having a hard time containing his excitement, and when you tell him that Nanami insisted on picking you up as well, he damn near cries.

“There’s no way, he’s definitely obsessed with you y/n” “Stop that, we just kissed!” You bury your face in your hands and whine, cheeks burning as you remember the feeling of Nanami’s lips on yours. “Either way, you clearly like him more than you let on,” Gojo says with a big grin.

“What’s up with that smile? You look creepy as fuck,” you snicker, watching him dramatically feign offense. “Can’t I be happy that my best friend finally got a normal boyfriend?” “He isn’t even my boyfriend yet!” You sigh, sipping on your matcha and leaning back in your chair.

“Oh you want him soooo bad, you’re just clueless to it idiot,” Gojo says, grinning again. You decide to stop fighting with him, and change the topic.

“Did you and Kento, like.. tell something to the professor? When you handled her?” You ask, your voice quieter now. “We did, I thought Nanami told you she won’t come near you again” you sigh, facepalming as you remember that night.

“He did, but we’re supposed to have a class with her tomorrow so I’m wondering how it’s gonna go..” Gojo sighs, grabbing his phone. “I’ll text him, we’ll find a way to handle it before class” he says reassuringly, shooting Nanami a quick text before putting the phone back down.

After another hour of the two of you yapping about absolutely everything, you decide it’s time to go. You send Nanami a text, asking if he’s still okay with picking you up, and he immediately replies that he’s on his way.

Gojo leans over the table, peeking over to read your texts. “Fucking lovebirds, I told you he’s obsessed!” Saying that grants him a smack on the head, making him huff and puff as you two walk outside, and he waits with you until Nanami gets there.

When his car pulls over, you both say goodbye with a quick hug, and you happily walk over to the car, getting in and landing a small kiss on Nanami’s cheek, much to Gojo’s delight, who’s still watching you and how flustered the man beside you gets.

“Thanks for coming Kento, you really didn’t have to,” you say softly, a big smile on your face. You feel like a kid, getting excited to see him when you’ve left his place only a couple hours ago, but you can’t help yourself.

“Of course y/n, it’s my pleasure. I want to make sure you get back safely.” He starts driving, and again puts his hand on your thigh. You don’t say anything this time, you simply play with his fingers for the entire drive. When he stops in front of your dorm, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn around in your seat, now facing him.

“Have a good night Ken, hope you have sweet dreams”. You lean in, and he cups your cheeks, warm lips enveloping yours, and you whine into the kiss. His tongue prods at the seam of your lips, asking for entrance, one that you grant him, moaning softly as the muscle invades your mouth.

Fingers gripping his hair, you break the kiss, panting, your eyes gleaming. Nanami blushes, his breath eventually slowing down. “You too, pretty girl. I’ll see you before class.” You nod and hug him, and then leave the car, entering the dorm building.

You can hear him driving off, and enter your dorm room. You take a deep breath, and finally allow yourself to happily jump around and squeal happily. You can’t believe this, that Nanami actually did all of this just for you. The way he’s changed, everything he said today, sounding all too poetic coming out of his pretty lips.

You sigh dreamily, getting into your pjs, and comfortably cuddle under the thick blankets of your bed, wishing you had asked him to stay over. You may miss him already, which you find slightly embarrassing, but you know you’ll see him tomorrow morning, and you just can’t wait.

Divider credit: @soulari

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[aleksiej]

my favorite les amis (and co) headcanons (in no particular order, both canon and modern eras)

- enjolras has anxiety and/or is autistic, has the weirdest life routines imaginable and is only functional, when it comes to his causes. in canon era specifically, he stops actually studying and works full time on the june rebellion.

- grantaire is fat and trans. it's not about the being ugly thing, except is it a bit because of the STIGMA and also DOWN WITH MLM SHIPS THAT ARE JUST TWINKS lol (also, ekhm, he gets shot in the throat, i've made a post about that before but yea)

- musichetta, joly and bossuet are a throuple and live in the largest house of the whole group. they usually have people over, in modern times or times when people had people over casually

- everyone is les amis is codependent

- eponine CARES about the causes, let's not make her a second R, she cares. she doesn't want to talk or get help for herself, but she cares about other people. she also knows about gavroche (in canon era) and is low-key looking out for him, even if he doesn't need that.

- marius is high int low wis, low enough to be in hell. he's sweet though, so we can forgive him. probably on the higher end of the emotional intelligence spectrum in the amis, just bad with context clues. he forgets which language he speaks sometimes.

- every ami is extremely weird by regular people standards, but in the group it's not as noticable

- feuilly likes women. idc what gender feuilly is, but feuilly likes women. it's important to me. also, feuilly and R are pals. feuilly sleeps over at R's. R helps feuilly with art supplies

- bahorel has a job (or a volunteer thing) where he works with kids, leaving everyone terrified for the future generation, but he's really good at it

- gavroche is also good with kids. and languages. and possibly everything humanities related, if he does get to grow up he ends up doing ballet or theater

- cosette is a ruthless activist and uses her sweet, cute personality to drive across her point. she's also great at math and is the one in charge of the pontmercy money in canon era.

- jehan has smoked or taken every drug in existence, somehow hasn't gotten addicted to any. he also has semi-regular opium-filled graveyard orgies and is a Romantic, not a romantic, as he dislikes the romance plots in most media, if they're not tragic enough (that is, if they end happily)

- combeferre is the crazy type of scientist/doctor and would not only kill victor frankenstein on sight, but also has made research into making human life from scratch himself (he wouldn't DO it though, because ethics)

- courfeyrac is the most emotionally well person in the group and the only one capable of giving good advice on that front. he will, however, refuse to do so, just to see the drama unfold

- joly having a chronic illness. very important. joly also steals supplies from hospitals and is obsessed with space (canon era and any modern variation)

- bossuet is fat. and also the best driver. horse, carriage or car, this man can get himself and his mode of transportation wherever they need to be.

- musichetta is, during canon era specifically but not exclusively, in a feminist revolutionary circle. she joins bahorel's laughing mistress in that.

- every ami is generally a good person. their morals may be skewed, they might be spies or pirates or art thieves or coffee shop employees, they might kill people for money, but they will always be good. at the center.

- marius and cosette end up having like five kids. none of the kids are named after the amis, because that's too many dead people, marius. in a reincarnation scenario, at least one ami (preferably eponine tbh) is a descendant of the pontmercys. and maybe another, of the thenadiers, since monsieur t took azelma and fled to usa.

- in a universe in which felix tholomyes (cosette's sperm donor) is enjolras's father (and i guess enjolras is his mother's maiden name?), he is black. enjolras is black (from melanesia), cosette is black. biggest thing, enjolras and cosette both take after their mothers and end up looking very different.

- grantaire has the most female friends out of all other les amis, excluding the girls. he's also the one best suited to mending clothes and such jobs. he usually does it for everyone, canon era or modern, fighting consumerism or just cold weather.

bonus non-amis!

- in every lifetime, in every possibility, javert and valjean have beef. sometimes while being married with one/two/thirteen children.

- javert is autistic, valjean has anger issues

- valjean and fantine having a sister-brother type of relationship. fantine being the force behind valjean not giving away everything he has to charity. valjean, well, being the wallet and the morality.

- in a modern era way, fantine, much like enjolras, is melanesian, although a few generations removed. she has the light hair, cosette does not.

- thenadiers being incapable of doing a good job at something. doesn't mean their evil plans don't work out, but there's always at least one thing that could make everything fall apart and onto their heads.

[shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck]

Kidnapping? No. Surprise Friend Acquisition? Yes. 👍

(Some more Yiga wind Au stuff. this was so much fun to write ngl.)

While exploring Wild’s Era Wind ends up getting kidnapped by the Yiga of that time. Being a Yiga himself this goes a little different than expected. 

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The attack had been swift and precise. Well less of an attack and more of a kidnapping. Specifically kidnapping WIND. Aka the youngest and probably assumed weak point of the group.

This wasn’t really the case. Though even Wind couldn’t really single out any one member of the chain as the weak point. It probably would be reasonable to assume the youngest would be it though. He was a bit surprised they hadn’t gone for Four but then again the smithy had been right next to Time who was the tallest and most heavily armored out of all of them. 

But whatever the thought process behind this Wind had ended up tied up and blindfolded. He could probably have easily escaped, this was the kind of situation he had been taught how to escape from since he could talk! But he refrained. Because of the glimpse he got of his kidnappers right before his sight had been compromised, and because of the familiar feeling of teleportation only a few moments later. The second the blindfold was removed his suspicions were proven true. Three figures stood around him and they were all wearing familiar Yiga masks.

 They did look a bit different than the Yiga Wind had grown up with, two of the suits looked mostly identical to one another with one exception. Probably a higher ranking member. Blademaster?

So these must be the Yiga from Wild’s era.

“Alright you're going to stay nice and calm while we set the trap for your little hero friends ok.” One of the members to his right with a fake sweetness. Obvious intimidation tactic. Might have worked on anyone else but it didn’t even phase Wind. 

“Ok.” He stated simply. 

The Yiga seemed a bit put off by his attitude. Not the usual you’d get from a hostage, especially a younger one. 

“You don’t seem… very worried…” The other smaller one said, Seeming a little disappointed. He turned to the others. “Did we mess up on the intimidation? I knew we should have used a knife- the knife trick ALWAYS works!” "I don't like using the knife trick with kids. makes me feel like i just kicked a puppy!" The first one snapped. "we're YIGA! That shouldn't matter!" "You shouldn't matter!" "What does that even mean??"

The whole situation was getting increasingly bizarre. Wind simply couldn’t contain his laughter. He cackled and toppled over where he was sitting still tied up. Unfortunately his hands were tired so he couldn’t push himself back up. The outburst only seemed to confuse his captors even more which only served to double his laughter. 

“You- You managed- to- to- kidnap-” Wind had to stop and let out another weezing guffaw. “The ONLY non-hero in the entire group-” well maybe excluding Wild. But that wasn’t exactly confirmed yet. “And you didn’t even realise-” Wind burst out into another fit of laughter. 

The One on his right Seemed to get defensive." Well of course YOUR not a hero. You're like what? 12?” 

That slightly offended Wind. He was 14! Not a measly 12. Though his gran always said he had a young face.

“14.” he huffed. “And that's not why I was laughing so hard.”

“Then what do you find so funny you little hyena?” The Blademaster (?) asked.

“This!” Wind suddenly revealed his now free hands and before they could properly register it he dispelled his disguise. This seemed to thoroughly break the minds of everyone present. 

“What is one of our own children doing with the band of heroes??” One of them seemed to almost shout but there was concern now.

“Undercover mission.” Wind puffed up a bit in pride. He’d managed to infiltrate a whole group of heroes and had even fooled members of his own clan with his disguise and act! Though he WAS from a different era…

“I thought you weren’t allowed on those types of missions till you're like 17?” The first Yiga asked. Confusion evident. 

“Kind of a long story…” Wind now realizing how wild this whole trip had been. “Maybe I could tell you over some food? And I want my legs untied. I cut your other rope and don’t want to ruin this one.” he gestured to the bindings.

The other Yiga looked at one another. Seeming to come to a unanimous conclusion and quickly obliged. They were a lot nicer to him now. No more fake sweetness or pointed words. To be honest it was nice to talk to someone without keeping up an act. It got a bit tiring after a while.

Wind shared his tale. How he was actually from a different era and had fallen through one of the portals that had been popping up, Found and decided to infiltrate the group of heroes. Encountered a Weird time hopping shadow Ganon WANNABE. How he figured it would be a win win if he could gather info on the heroes while being able to take down the copycat without interference from said heroes.

A spread of food (having a suitable portion of bananas of course) had come out at some point along the way and the small sandstone cave they had taken him to was looking more like a picnic. A very well armed picnic of assassins but a picnic nonetheless. 

He managed to get the names of the members with him. Gyddo, the blademaster and leader of this particular mission and very fond of assigning people animals. He had been calling Wind little Hyena this entire time. The first one that had spoken to him was Pome, she had been rather interested in the logistics of time travel and separate timelines, and Finally Pome’s twin brother Komi. He struck Wind as a bit of an anxious person, focussed a bit on the prospect of even more overpowered monsters who were in fact not loyal to Ganon. It seemed The ones supposed to be on their side were bad enough. 

They were all listening intently to Wind’s tale. Asking a few questions for clarification but otherwise very good listeners. Wind found he was rather enjoying himself. Well mostly… 

“And THEN- get this, He just STEPS ON ME!” Wind was ranting a bit now. “Like I'm Not even there!”  

“You know usually if something is fighting against the heroes or such I root for them.” Pome seemed just as miffed as Wind was. “But NOW I want to punch this shadow thing in the face.” 

“Believe me.” Wind smirked. “It’s VERY punchable looking.”

“Seriously. Some beings just can’t make a name for themselves and go try to rip off some other hard working Demon king.” Gyddo huffed. 

“Exactly!” Exclaimed Wind. “downright disrespectful.” 

“As much as I agree with this Shadow guy I do have a question.” Komi, who had removed his mask entirely to eat, was inspecting Wind closely. 

“Sure what is it?” Wind asked. Wondering what it was Komi was curious about. 

“What’s with the lobster on your uniform?”

“Oh!” Wind looked down to the embroidered sea creature that covered most of his chest area. “I guess in my era we have a little more customizable uniforms. Don’t need to look as uniformed since there’s no Hyrule kingdom to fight against So we have plenty of intimidation regardless. Plus outsiders need some way to recognize specific Yiga they want to hire as a mercenary. Some have made quite the name for themselves after all.” Wind contemplated for a moment “well fake name. We're not allowed to use our real ones.”

“Huh.” Pome seemed surprised. “Now I’m a little jealous.” 

“So if Wind  isn’t your real name then what is it?” Komi gestured to Wind with his chopsticks. 

“I have two I guess? Disguise identity name and real real one. Ya know my Yiga name.” Wind took a bite of his fish and rice bowl. (with bananas on the side) “my disguise “real“ name is link.” He held up a hand to stop any reactions to the name. “I didn’t know it was the hero’s name at the time, that knowledge must have been lost when everything flooded. Ok? ok. Moving on.”

 Wind hadn’t particularly wanted to be reminded of his poor choice in names despite how useful it was when he met the chain. 

“Anyways my real name’s Lukari.” 

“A good name that.” Gyddo humms. ”I can see how you ended up with Link as your disguise name though.” He grinned. 

“Yea yea.” Wind, we’ll he supposed it would be fine to be Lukari for a while actually, couldn’t help but smile a bit despite himself.”

“So…” Pome started. “In regards to the hero’s we kind of kidnapped you from. They’re probably going to be trying to get you back.” 

“Oh.. OH- crap you’re right!” Lukari stood and brushed off his uniform. “You should probably tie me back up now so they can “rescue” me and I can get back to my mission.”

 He didn’t particularly WANT to end his visit with the Yiga of this world. In fact he was just starting to really enjoy their company. But he had a mission. A very important one too.

“About that.” Pome continued. “I was thinking maybe we could bring you to our hideout and wait there?” 

Lukari frowned. “Wouldn’t that make it harder to make a convincing ”escape”.” 

“But Imagine-“ Pome seemed to be getting a bit exited. “They try to rescue you but bam! They get trapped in with you! Everything seems lost but then YOU are able to stage a whole escape operation! Simultaneously making a more convincing escape and gaining more trust from them!” 

Lukari blinked, unsure exactly how to respond to that. Komi it seemed was the one to do so. 

“Pome I think your inner writer is showing.” He almost deadpanned. 

“We could show him to master Koga.” Pome offered in return. ”And it’d be nice to have him around for a bit longer. He’s fun.” 

As this thought occurred to Komi he and his twin both turned to Gyddo with pleading expressions. Lukari had the sudden feeling of being a random stray two children where trying to convince their parent to bring home. Overall not exactly the WORST feeling. He could live with it. 

Gyddo contemplated for a moment before shrugging. “It seems fine too me. Besides, master Koga should definitely hear about something like this and it helps to have prof.” 

The cave erupted in cheers. Including a certain young sailor’s. 

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The main Yiga hideout of Wild’s era turned out to be quite different than Lukari’s home. For one it seemed to be in a cave and it was a bit smaller. 

it was also clearly more for housing soldiers and less for general living. They didn’t have as much time for that sort of thing as the Yiga in his Era did. 

The banana stash was definitely cool though. Pome, Komi and Gyddo were all impressed when Lukari mentioned the amount of banana trees growing on Outset. The plus sides of living on a tropical island he supposed. 

Master Koga was interesting too. Different than his own Master back in his world but seemed quite interested in the news of the back bloods and the portals. Lukari liked how theatrical he could make stuff. It was really entertaining. 

Gyddo had shown him their weapons and a some zonai machinery parts that had been brought up from the depths. Lukari unfortunately wasn’t able to go down there. The disappointment from that revelation subsided a bit when The blade master was able to show him some fragments of Ancient Sheikah tech.

Things from before the Yiga split. They weren't able to do much but STILL! It was so cool! 

After a while Wind was even able to to rope several Yiga (including Pome and Komi) into a game of hide a go seek teleport tag. In the guise of some sort of training exercise of course. 

So far Lukari still reigned champion of the hiding part, even if he wasn’t as skilled at teleporting as the others. They did say he seemed like he was better at it then most his age and would be.

Currently he was hiding under a walkway. Honestly he was surprised nobody had found him yet. This was one of his weaker hiding spots. A brightly colored something suddenly caught his attention. 

Was… was that Yiga wearing a bright yellow uniform? Suddenly less interested in winning a game and far more interested in whatever this was Lukari dropped down right in front of the member. Much to said Yiga’s surprise. 

“Why is your suit yellow?” He asked before the guy could even respond to his sudden presence. 

“Uh… wait- Wind??” 

“Wi- hold on- WILD?!” Lukari starred in open amazement. or well what would be open amazement if it wasn’t for the mask.“I KNEW IT! I suspected but I never was 100% sure but now- YOUR YIGA!” 

Wild who had not seemed to be expecting this seemed stumped for a few moments. “What are you- I mean how? I saw you get kidnapped?? Why aren’t you ya know?” 

Wait had he even managed to convince Wild he was a hero? Man Lukari was good at this!

“AHha! Got you Lukari!” Komi who had just appeared behind him had promptly slapped Lukari in the back in the universal signal for “get tagged idiot!” 

“Lukari??” Wild asked. 

Komi who had somehow only just noticed Wild brighted a bit more. “I see you‘ve stumbled upon our resident wild card little hyena, meet Lonk. Don’t ask why his suit’s yellow, everyone gave up a long time ago.” 

“I know him! He’s the guy I told you about! The one I thought might be a Yiga too!” Lukari exclaimed animatedly. Excitement bubbled through his every movement. 

Komi looked at Wild or well Lonk? Apparently ?? “No way- you managed to infiltrate the hero’s too?! This is fantastic! To be honest I probably shouldn’t be this surprised by now.”

“… yes.” Lonk gave a thumbs up. If he was being honest Lukari thought maybe he would be continuing to refer to him as Wild. Lonk sounded kind of stupid. Wild turned back to him  And spoke “But can we go back to the name Lukari? I thought you where named Link?” 

“Oh yea it’s my Yiga name.“ Lukari stated. “Cool right!” 

“Yea cool..” Wild paused. “Sorry still getting over the fact you’ve been Yiga this whole time. Kind of expected you to be tied up somewhere…” 

“Oh right. Yea they untied me once I told them who I was.” 

“Aren’t you from an entirely different Era?” 

Komi spoke up. “Time is temporary,Yiga is forever. Plus the little guy’s awesome.” 

“Huh.” Wild sounded a bit surprised. “We do kind of have to be getting back now though. We found another portal and are running out of time a bit.” 

Lukari sulked a bit at that. “But we had a whole rescue sequence planned… I got to blow stuff up.” 

Wild seemed to contemplate that. “We could still blow stuff up if you wanted. We’ll need to look like I rescued you after all.” 

“Yessss!” Lukari whooped. 

“Pome probably knows a spot, come on.” Komi gestured for them to follow him to wherever he knew Pome was by whatever sixth twin sense he had. 

Pome it turns out hadn’t been that upset about the cancled escape plan once the explosives were mentioned. There was a mostly empty courtyard with a big hole that they could set off a few. By the end both Wild and Lukari looked slightly singed. Which was perfect for their intended ruse. 

The sky was dark when they were finally heading out. Gyddo, Pome and Komi had seen them off. Gyddo had a word with Wild before they left. Lukari thought he heard something about protecting and child. He didn’t pay much attention though.

 Komi shouted after them As they set off. “Hey Lonk! Make sure to make some of your Banana bread for the little hyena! He deserves it!” 

Lukari, now Wind again he supposed, cackled as he jogged after Wild. knowing he would hold him to that. 

It seemed Pome also had one last thing to shout after them too. “Yea! And if I see that shadow guy you talked about I’ll make sure to punch him for you!” 

“Thanks Pome! I’ll try to visit next time we’re around.” Wind called back to them. Today had been good, he thought. 

The walk to where the rest of the chain was waiting wasn’t overly long. But Wind had been running around and teleporting all day. Evidently leading to him passing out exhausted while Wild gave him a piggyback ride. 

His excitement plastered a small smile across his face, unaware of Wild’s thinly veiled distress.

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!! NSFW WARNING !! Hey, I totally understand if you don't want to answer this I've been trying to write smut. Specifically, an orgy with ~15 characters with ~7 of them having more focus. Things are happening at the same time and partners/groups are changed all the time and not together i.e. a single person finishes and just joins somewhere else. I don't know how/when to start switching who/which group to write about or even backtrack to a different group. It's rather jumbled up now.

I think the most important thing to remember when it comes to writing sex scenes, is:

Sex scenes are action sequences

We are developing a series of acts between a number of characters, and we hope to do a number of things:

There is an arc of action, beginning at the beginning point, moving though the action, and a crescendo & denoument

Who did what -/With whom -/and where

Give a sense of mood, theme, and continuity with the rest of the story (or, jarring discontinuity, if that's what you're using it for)

and so on, as with any other action scene

So, as we do with any kind of action sequence, we need to figure out the order of events, the way that we want to feel about those events*, and the time we're going to take to show all of this.

First up, you probably want to think about how central this scene is to your story. Is it a major incident, or a minor incident? ie, do we want to spend a lot of page space and detail on it, or is it something that just needs to be glossed over in a few paragraphs, just so we know that it happened?

This is going to change depending on what you're trying to do with the sex scene, and what your story is about.

Second up, the 'blocking' or figuring out the choreography of the scene. Who is where, what are they doing, and with whom. You can probably figure out a skeleton outline, just so that you can be sure that characters have time to participate in each scenario that you're including them in. (This is also a good time to think about the pace and rhythm of the scene--are there going to be snack breaks, lulls in the action, time for characters to catch their breath, etc)

If you're having trouble thinking of how to shift focus between different groupings, think about when and why the characters decide to move on from what they're doing to join someone else. Or about how what each group is doing might change the vibe of the scene.

Then, we'll think about mood. The mood can shift throughout the scene, eg frantic/ high energy->slow/ romantic->lazy/sated, or nervous->focussed->confident, whatever the emotional beats and journeys that you want to show.

Mood is also something which is going to lend a great deal to the scene in terms of communicating what it is for** in the story. Is this scene a way of showing the group dynamic, or of exploring individual character's psychology, or illustrating a cultural norm, or of celebrating a victory, or any other thing that it could be about. These characters are having sex, why are they doing that, and what does it mean in the context of the narrative.

So now we know that we need to have an understanding of what the purpose of this scene is in the overall narrative, what exactly happens and in what order, what sort of mood we're trying to evoke with this scene, and what other things we might be learning about character/ place/ culture through this scene.

Next, what about some examples of books that use sex scenes with more or less complex staging to develop various plots and themes:

In the Court of the Nameless Queen by Natalie Ironsides->exploration of gender and identity, with both orgy scenes and couple scenes

Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z Brite/ Billy Martin->this is a horror novel featuring two serial killers falling in love, look up some content warnings if that sounds like it isn't for you

Leash by Jane Delynn-> a classic of lesbian weirdo-erotica, about societal alienation and BDSM

Some posts about plotting and POV that might be useful:

Multiple plots with different character groups [HERE] Multiple plots that converge at the end [HERE] Multiple plots and subplots [HERE] Multiple POV characters and narrative shape [HERE] Third person POV and focalisation 'depth' [HERE] First person POV strengths and limitations [HERE]

I hope that's helpful! If there's anything that needs clarifying, please don't hesitate to ask again!

-Mason

*note: you might think that I'd say that we're assuming that people should read the sex scene to get horny about it, but that is just one option of many, and while it has its place, there are far more things that you can do with a sex scene

**note: I also do want to be clear that there's nothing wrong with writing sex scenes explicitly for the horny factor. That, traditionally, is one of the major reasons to include sex scenes in a story. But I do think that more narrative weight makes a sex scene more memorable and interesting.

[hoeforsirius]

Carlos and You over the years

Smau

Summary: Compilation of your instagram posts over the years of your friends to lovers relationship with Carlos

Warnings: Insta comment section, swearing, age gap (10 years), use of y/n, slight google translated use of spanish

A/N: I was feeling very rom com so I wanted to use some of my favourite songs and do this idea I had

yourusername

♪Stupid Cupid - Connie Francis

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yourusername: Last day in red for team 55, feeling all the emotions

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User 1: Pretty girl 😍😍

└ yourusername: Thank you!! How are you?

└ User 1: I'm doing well, we should meet up soon

User 2: y/n feeding us the Carlos content we need

└ user 3: fr she's so fucking lucky to be in his friend group

User 4: not Carlos crying 😭😭 now I'm gonna cry

Yourbsfusername: The song choice bestie?? Whatchu not telling me??

└ yourusername: nothing important

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yourusername

♪Born Too Late - The Poni-Tails

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yourusername: Karaoke night during winter break with the gang™

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Yourbsfusername: wow this is why you ditched me with my parents

└ yourusername: sorry babe <3

User 2: THE THIRD PICTURE AHAHAHAH

└ user 4: We say in unison "thank you y/n"

User 5: Dare I say the song choice was specific 👀👀

└ user 6: omg let a girl and a guy be friends without shipping them will you

└ user 7: yea plus she's like so much younger that'd be weird

└ user 5: @user 7 that's what the song is about dipshit

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yourusername

♪Be My Baby - The Ronettes

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yourusername: Summer break almost over and it's been an amazing time

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Yourbsfusername: the girls day out was so fun!!

User 4: SUMMER BREAK CARLOS CRUMBS 🛐

User 5: SHE WENT ON A DATE AHHG YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT ISN'T CARLOS' HAND

└ user 7: STOP BEING DELULU OMFG

User 3: ew why are all her posts about Carlos so desperate

└ User 2: Prolly cause her job is with him?? Fucking grow up and stop hating just cause someone is more successful than you my god

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f1gossipofficial

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f1gossipofficial: 1 week left before the last race of 2025 season and the f1 dating circle welcomes a new wag!? From paparazzi pictures from today it looks like Williams driver, Carlos Sainz is dating a member of his team and a long time friend y/n

User 5: I TOLD Y'ALL I TOLD Y'ALL WHY WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME WHO EVER LISTENS TO ME

└ user 6: omg yes looks like you're right, ig we owe you an apology

User 7: but it's so fucking weird, I mean she's like 10 years younger

└ user 3: I agree with you and she's so pick me he deserves more

└ user 2: it really doesn't matter, they are both adults let them do whatever they want within their lives and for fuck sake stop being jealous of people you'll never even meet properly

User 4: OMG THIS IS KINDA ROMCOM CODED ESPECIALLY WITH Y/N'S MUSIC TASTE

└ user 4: omg omg all her posts songs make sense now

└ user 2: woah you're right

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yourusername

♪Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

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yourusername: I guess the cat's out of the bag. thanks to @robertomerhi for thirdwheeling us and taking good pictures

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carlossainz55: I love you, mi vida ❤️❤️

└ yourusername: te amo mucho querida ❤️❤️

robertomerhi: Por fin puedo decir una mierda sobre ustedes dos, fue tan difícil mantenerse callado

└ yourusername: jajajaja 🫶🏻

User 5: I TOLD Y'ALL I TOLD Y'ALL

└ user 6: WE GET IT

User 4: I'M SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AHHHH

└ user 4: EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS POST IS SO ROMCOM CODED

User 2: I love when two attractive people date <3

User 3: first of all this relationship is extremely weird not to mention Carlos deserves much better than you ugly pick me girl

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yourusername

♪Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

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yourusername: I'm so ready to spend eternity with you, my love

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carlossainz55: I knew I was going to make you my wife the day I asked you to be my girlfriend 6 years ago ❤️

└ yourusername: I adore you so much ❤️

robertomerhi: I helped him plan the whole thing 🤚🏻

└ yourusername: Gracias teto 🫶🏻

yourbsfusername: I'M SO HAPPY FOR Y'ALL YOU STINKIN CUTE COUPLE

└ yourusername: AHHHHH

User 5: I TOLD Y'ALL I LOVE THEM SO MUCHH AHHH

└ user 6: WE GET IT YOU'VE BEEN SAYING I TOLD Y'ALL SINCE THEY STARTED DATING GOD WE KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT

└ user 4: @user 5 is a true dedicated soldier 🗣️

User 2: I'M SO HAPPY AHHH

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yourusername

♪Chapel OF Love - The Dixie Cups

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yourusername: I got to pop the champagne this time

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User 5: AHHHH MAMA Y PAPA

User 4: love y'all couldn't be happier <3

User 2: FINALLY

User 8: haters been real quiet YOU SHOW EM GURL

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Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka is so much cooler than Margaret Thatcher. Yes, he's megomaniacal and insane and thinks he talks directly with God. But he also, and I must stress this, is an Ork. Not only that, he's the Smartest Ork who's soulmate is an old-ass human man.

Just... overall, Orks are fucking hilarious.

1. Orks are a fungus. They are all asexual spore-spreading creatures (often pictured with mushrooms on them to emphasize this) who only go by he/him because that's the default in most languages. AFAIK they ain't got genitalia. Once they've dropped to a planet, they're borderline-impossible to eradicate. They also like. Never stop growing. The biggest Orks are the oldest. Like lobsters, but make them mushrooms.

2. They're the far-flung descendants of a species called the Kroarks, who were bred specifically to wage war. Kroarks were much more intelligent than Orks are. They're de-evolved and their life motto is, essentially, "I'm here for a good time, not a long time!" A good time to an Ork is fighting, metal music, and drinking. The louder the better. In fact, if the gun doesn't have enough "dakka" (the sound it makes when it shoots, or general power, or ammunition) it's deemed ineffective.

3. They are, for reasons that elude me, the only species in the galaxy that canonically speaks English. Specifically, they speak with a London cockney working-class British accent. So they're basically footy hooligans havin' a riot. Absolutely, literally feral green monsters. I love them.

4. They use their own teeth as currency. Once removed, their teeth naturally degrade over time, so the currency rate remains steady. And their teeth regrow once removed, so they have their own UBI.

5. They're powered by belief. I am not joking. The lore says they're tapped into the Warp; I choose to believe that they're quantum beings. If enough of them believe something is true, then it's true. That's why Ghazkhull Thraka is the Smartest Ork. He believes it to be so, and he told a bunch of other Orks, and they believed it to be so, and thus it was. They also believe that if something is a certain color or shape, it inherently has certain properties. Yellow make big boom. Purple make sneak gud. Blue is luck. Checkerboard patterns are good gear. Anything that looks like a gun is a gun, anything that looks like a spaceship is a spaceship. Their technology doesn't make sense because it's essentially a bunch of cars stuck together in the shape of a rocket that they wished into working. And then it did.

6. Also some of them are born to just be weapons for the others. They get into a boulder or an empty rocket or just the hand of a bigger Ork and get launched at enemies. Although Orks will also just sometimes grab other, normal-sized Orks, and use them as melee weapons.

7. Time paradoxes will just not exist around Orks, which is why I think they're quantum beings. One liked his gun so much he went back/forward in time (I can't remember which) and killed himself so he could have a second copy of his fave gun. His whole WAAAGH was confused by it (all his warboyz) but it all mostly worked out.

8. There's a small group of Orks that wandered into the Warp and found their way to Khorne, the god of war and blood, killin' and smashin' everything in their way bc that's just how Orks be. Any time they die, Khorne resurrects them. He thinks they're funny.

9. They do head transplants. Meaning the painboyz will take a living Ork head and a living Ork body (or just barely dead of both) and splice 'em. Whoever's head was chosen will wake up, and I'm quoting, "bewildered but alive." But it's rarely like, their body that they got spliced to. It's whatever, they're all fungus.

10. Their names for things are great. Choppas (knives, swords, chainsaws, axes), shootas (guns), and meltas (flamethrowers); brain boyz (smart Orks); pain boyz (medics); Spikey Boiz (Chaos Marines); zog/zoggin' (expletive used in place of the word "fuck"); krumpin' (beating on/fighting); trukk (truck); Nob (an experienced veteran Ork); Oomiez (Humans/Humies). I just love their words OK?

Oh and

11. Their gods Gork and Mork, who are brutally cunning and cunningly brutal. They are locked in an eternal fight.

Now on to our mate Ghazkhull!

He is a parody of Margaret Thatcher. Read his full name above and you'll see how it's like someone was saying Margaret Thatcher with a mouth full of cock. And he is a maniac, drunk on power, just like she was.

But he's so much cooler!

A painboy put metal in his head and suddenly he's psychic and smart. No one is really sure if he just decided it was so, or if the metal activated latent talents. Either way, he's now basically Ork Jesus. He claims to be in direct communication with Gork and Mork. For all we know, it's fucking true.

He has a "pet" Grot (subspecies of Ork that works mines and does other less battle-y shit) named Makarti. Unlike most Orks, Gaz is very protective of his Grot.

His soulmate is/was a human man in the Imperium of Man, named Commissar Sebastian Yarrick (the Orks call him Old Bale Eye). When I say soulmate, I need to specify: an Ork values not love, but war. Yarrick beat or came to a standstill with Gaz several times, which is an accomplishment even for an Ork, let alone a puny 'oomie. All of this happened when Yarrick was already past retirement age. He's that good.

Yarrick got captured by Orks one time and Ghazkhull Thraka let him go because, "Good enemies is hard to come by."

Yarrick may be dead. A footnote in one of the codicies implied that he's dead and that the Daemon Primarch Angron may have killed him. If he did, Ghazkhull is gonna be going Daemon Primarch huntin'.

Orks are, literally, the only faction in 40k having a good time.

[softantlers]

ok so I would like to talk a little about ep 4 with regard to the YJs as a soccer team because I think the trial really reflected those team dynamics in an interesting way

so the freeze Allie out plotline:

- Natalie functions as the moral authority. She thinks that a better strategy is to play like a team and win (the unspoken outcome of that is that they could always lose instead). In a way, this sort of mirrors what you might expect from a judge: their goal is to convince the prosecution and defense to play it fair, let the pieces fall where they may, and what will be will be.

- Taissa is sort of in prosecutor mode. She has diagnosed the Problem of Allie and there's no really coming back from that. The outcome is black and white to her. Allie = Them losing. Therefore, Allie needs to be taken care of. She shows a similar degree of conviction over Coach Ben. Who Burnt Down the Cabin needs to be taken care of and Coach Ben is the candidate that will put the problem to rest.

- Lottie and Shauna are a bit like a jury in both plots. Lottie's "I don't like it" about Allie gets across her gut feeling, which jury members at the end of the day are meant to rely on in addition to the facts. Her gut feeling in the wilderness is also that Ben shouldn't be killed. She does concede that Allie kinda sucks but the "not liking it" part maybe insinuates that she has at least a latent concern for what "freezing her out" would mean for the team.

- Shauna, on the other hand, doesn't really seem to have a high stake about Allie besides the fact that "Jackie won't like it" and in a way Taissa is usurping Jackie's authority. We kinda see early on that Shauna's morality is often informed by other people. Sure, she has her own specific beliefs that flare up but they are heavily repressed and dissociated in season 1. Often, her belief systems are shown better in contrast to who she doesn't agree with (re: Natalie and the jealousy there) at the moment, and not so much her moral code. At the end of the day, she could have warned Allie or told Jackie if she disagreed so much but she remained passive, only bringing it up later when she was frustrated at the party (from the longing looks at Jackie and Jeff) and seemed to need a bone to pick with Tai to release the energy. Her mode of operation is frequently Displacement. Displacing rage and displacing responsibility.

Anyways, you see those moral dynamics among the team heavily foreshadow their behavior in the teen and adult timelines. For example, Taissa doesn't have a lot of moral guilt about killing people to cheat Van's death. This reflects her Solution to Allie. Just solve the problem. I don't care if Ben is guilty because I need him to be guilty. Prosecutor.

On the other hand, Natalie is perhaps the most morally grounded character. Ben deserves a fair trial. Travis deserves justice. These bitchy soccer players in the woods don't deserve to die, even though they often treat her terribly and ungratefully. Natalie is Justice in its most extreme form, to the point where it is honestly self destructive and easy for the others to take advantage of her. She just wants to play like a team and win but the others aren't interested in following the rules she holds herself to.

Lottie can see it both ways ("doesn't feeling right but she does suck") and she can make decisions if she thinks ultimately will serve the group for the better. She would be the swing vote on a jury and I truly think her vote wrt to Ben is because she thinks the fallout of Shauna's rage will be worse for everyone (remember she has an intimate connection with it, having been beaten almost to death) and she raises her hand when Shauna starts to lose it.

And Shauna. God, Shauna. Girl is ungrounded. Ben is her target right now because she has so much rage and she's tired of being looked over and she needs a path to usurp Natalie. I don't think she really cares whether Ben lives or dies. Shauna can shift her moral reasoning at the drop of a hat and it's generally self-serving (the fact that she even forgot that the lie about Adam attacking her was a lie). She fundamentally can't accept responsibility for her actions because that would require accepting the horrible things she's done, not least othering and ultimately being an indirect cause of death for her best friend. That would break her. So she's the least preferred jury member because she wants to be the prosecution. She wants the outcome without knowing the facts. She's not invested in Ben as she really wasn't with Allie but she'll use the fallout to serve her purposes, if she needs a bone to pick or disagrees with the person in charge simply for being in charge. When the judge rules, it doesn't matter. Because the judge isn't her. And she has to be right or she'll fucking die.

[egirlkelly69]

Guys I've had this idea for so long it's been driving me absolutely insane.

shigaraki X fem¡Villain reader

The club pulsed with heavy bass, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and alcohol. Neon lights flickered across the dance floor, casting erratic shadows over grinding bodies and groups of drunks swaying to the music.

Shigaraki stood near the bar, arms crossed, gaze flickering between the target, just some low-level underworld informant, and you. More specifically, your dress.

It wasn’t like you dressed modestly all the time, but this? This was different. The little black dress clung to your curves, riding dangerously high on your thighs, and the way the dim lights caught the sheen of your skin. It was too much. He hated it. Hated that it was working.

He had already snapped at Twice and Toga before they left the hideout, telling them to shut up when they teased about how 'dolled up' you looked. But the real problem was the way he couldn’t stop looking at you now. Every time his eyes traced the length of your legs or the curve of your hips, he clenched his fists, forcing himself to glare elsewhere. This was a mission. Not some fucked-up test of his self-control.

The target sat in a VIP booth, a fat glass of whiskey in his hand and a disgusting smirk on his face as he whispered something to the woman beside him. Shigaraki was trying to figure out how to grab him without the bouncers interfering when you suddenly leaned in close.

“I have an idea.”

He turned his head sharply, wary of the smugness in your tone.

You gestured toward the target, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Give me a few minutes. Wait for me outside.”

His eyes narrowed. “The hell are you-”

You were already walking away, hips swaying as you moved toward the booth. Shigaraki’s whole body tensed as he watched you approach the man, your expression shifting seamlessly; eyes softening, lips quirking up just right.

He knew you were acting. He knew that. But watching you drop into that seat beside the guy, brushing his arm, leaning in close enough for the idiot to get ideas. It burned.

His fingers twitched, and he had to physically stop himself from marching over there and snapping the guy’s neck.

He forced himself to stay put. Grinding his teeth, he watched as the man, fucking delighted, grabbed his drink and slung an arm around you, practically drooling at the attention. You laughed at something he said, and Shigaraki’s stomach twisted into knots.

This was fucking stupid.

Still, you were good. Too good. It didn’t take long before the guy was nodding like a dog, downing the rest of his drink and letting you take his hand.

Shigaraki’s jaw locked as you led him toward the back exit, disappearing into the alley.

He followed.

The moment he stepped outside, he saw you pressed against the brick wall, the man hovering far too close. You were smirking, but Shigaraki hated how satisfied the bastard looked.

“Hey,” you said sweetly, “do me a favor and close your eyes.”

The drunk asshole chuckled, stumbling slightly as he slurred, “Damn, you’re eager, huh?”

Shigaraki moved.

Faster than either of you expected, he grabbed the guy by the back of his collar and yanked him away from you, throwing him against the wall with a heavy thud.

The man barely had time to gasp before Shigaraki’s fingers wrapped around his throat, one shy of complete decay.

“You had your fun,” he growled, voice low, dangerous. “Now we’re doing this my way.”

The informant let out a garbled, terrified noise, his earlier drunken bravado fading instantly.

You exhaled, shaking your head. “Well, that’s one way to do it.”

Shigaraki didn’t answer. His grip tightened briefly before he released the man; just enough to keep him conscious, to keep him afraid. His attention flickered back to you, and the fire in his chest flared when he caught the smug tilt of your lips.

“Oh?” you mused, stepping closer, voice teasing. “What’s with that look, boss? Jealous?”

He scowled, shoving the informant forward so he stumbled. “Shut the hell up and move.”

But the way he kept his death grip on the guy's collar, the way his fingers twitched when he glanced at your dress again...

Yeah. He was jealous. And you both knew it.

[smoresasaur]

So my Tokyo debunker fans.. how we feeling about the new crests that they just released.

I do have a small thing to say regarding the news crests. That each character is being represented some how some way in them.

But first the new crests.

So how we feeling?

I love the new Darkwick seal. It looks very pretty.

Onto the fun bit!

Frosthiem has on their new updated crest

Everyone would assume Jin is represented by either the Crown or the snowflake. Due to him being the ice king I also think this represents him

The chess piece would represent Tohma. It is the rook which symbolizes strength and stability.

Lucas would be the crossed over swords as that is quite literally the artifact he obtained when he transferred.

I would like to say that Kaito is represented by the Fleur de lis. It is a French symbol represented purity and innocence.

Vagastorm I feel like has a similar issue. But all of them all in the same spot.

The bird has a shield and a chain.

I assume the chain would fit in well with Alan due to his juvie days.

Sho would be represented by the shield as he seems like the protector.

And Leo would be the bird itself. Tethered in to the group with a connection to both.

This is the one crest where I couldn't find an element for each character involved. Within looking at it for so long.

Jabberwock's new design sucks ass. I say this as I fucking love Jabberwock's old crest and Jabberwock as a whole.

Haru would likely be represented by the actual contents on the crest. The bunny, the sunflower and the windmill. The bunny with Agility, trickery (lock picking), and vulnerability. Sunflowers represented strength, good fortune, admiration and loyalty. And windmills represent transformations, energy and the balance of nature with human ingenuity.

Towa would likely be represented by the clover. Naturally luck is what comes to mind and faith.

Sinostra my darling it is now your turn to be analyzed for well.. existing.

Taiga would be easily bunched in with the skull being impaled by a dagger.

Romeo could be represented due to his fall from grace and his wealth with the crown. A sign of some royalty even if just being higher up then the rest in the way they are.

Ritsu could be represented by the four cards suits. An order. Due to him having the laws as his back up he is very by the book. (Maybe a small reference to Alice in Wonderland and all her little rules due to The Queen of Hearts likely not but let me be delusional)

Hotarubi would be hard to find one. I struggled to find Zenji and Haku until I stared at it for a solid five minutes with coffee.

Subaru would be the red crowned crane. Not a green pheasant the national bird.

Why so the neck and tail feathers better represent this bird. Longevity and immortality. Longevity due to his name being famous and Immortality for his well being able to look back on objects.

Haku could be represented by the flower which looks pretty close to a hibiscus to me which is personal power, fame and glory.

Both Haku and Subaru's could actually be switched. Both can suit the characters well and do it's job.

Zenji could be represented by the harsh line dividing the two. Showing the divide of life and death.

Obscuary was the easiest one that I could tell would be represented by who and what.

The shield represents how unprotected they are. They are the main house to go out on dangerous missions where there is a higher probability the ghouls wouldn't make it back.

Edward would be represented by the cross. Due to him being a Vampire and showing weakness to this.. it sort of funny.

Rui would be represented by the roses that adorned it. His care for the plants and the right one specifically looks like it is wilting.

Lyca would be represented by the moon. Also a bit obvious but alas.

The final house we have Mortkranken.

Yuri would be represented by both the snake and the scales. The scales with a fair thing to make decisions. But both together represent a symbol in medical Caduceus which is a symbol of life or the Rod of Asclepius as it is a singular snake.

Jiro would be represented by the top of the crests. The hourglass to represent how time is ticking for his medicine and his memory.

Thank you

I am sad I couldn't find a representation of Ren.

[encyclopediamorbidica]

hey could you two like. not take what i said in such bad faith that you compare the opinions of a black jewish trans man to the fucking mormons.

i literally stipulated in my first statement that i am fucking furious with people who use the term porn addiction to refer to the act of enjoying porn or sex or masturbation. i hate that a genuine mental health term like addiction has been twisted into moral grandstanding for cranks who want to sell self help courses to vulnerable people grappling with some form of religious or moral guilt regarding their porn use, and i don't ever want to associate my own experience of addiction and with addicts with the same kinds of people who look down on drug addicts to the point that even saying the word "addiction" brings to mind the personal failings of an inherently flawed person who is beyond help because they somehow enjoy slowly killing themselves to being in a healthy enough state of mind to not be entirely chemically dependent on something.

when i say porn addict, i mean someone who is chemically dependent on the endorphins released by watching porn, who has to escalate in their amount of time spent consuming porn and in the subject matter of the porn they watch. frankly i find it deeply insulting that this observable phenomenon is being entirely discredited by the both of you who presumably have only layperson's knowledge of psychology, a deeply difficult to prove social science that has been used both to excuse the imprisonment, harm, abuse, and murder of disabled people, women, and people of colour and to classify any form of deviance from social norms of the day as a defect deserving of institutionalization and crackpot "therapies" that involve forms of torture such as ECT, ABT, and "conversion therapy" based on deeply outdated rhetoric the psychiatric community has yet to fully address let alone take reparative action for.

in the same way there has been no published data on how porn acts as a mechanism of behavioral addiction, because we have been so thoroughly outpaced by the ease of access to and social stigma around the discussion of pornography and masturbation in the internet age, there has also been no published data on how social media acts as a mechanism of behavioral addiction despite multiple studies suggesting that social media use contributes to an increase of dependency on external validation through the form of likes, comments, and sharing, and can negatively affect its users' mental health as well as serve them further radicalizing content that contributes to user dependency to form allegiance and notoriety within an in-group.

i don't think you understand just how social sciences work or even what the word "objective" means in that context, actually, let alone how recently these forms of addiction have been recorded and thus how little research has been done up to this point. i do genuinely believe that you care about addicts and about how best to treat addiction while removing the social stigma surrounding both addiction itself and pornography as a legitimate form of labour and art, but come the fuck on. jumping onto a post about porn addiction to separate my take specifically from both the context of what i said and who i was referring to when i said it in order to try and explain to me how i'm inherently wrong about a phenomenon with very little data behind it to validate your own interpretation of the study of addiction feels quite a bit like unnecessary conjecture where you didn't fully grasp my statement and refused to engage with it on the grounds that i was somehow demonstrably incorrect and had to be publicly interrogated over beliefs that in no way underpinned my actual point.

Addiction is a disease that destroys the body and mind. They need mental health support from a professional. It is not my or your place to treat them with gentle hands when they demand we enable them.

The only thing you can do for people suffering from addiction realistically as a layman is take care of yourself and encourage the person to get help.

Enabling them makes it worse and that's what these people want. They don't want help, they want enablers.

[cosmobrain00]

GUYS !!! GUYS !!! when I tell you I literally JUMPED out of my bed when I saw this I MEAN IT !!!! the wonderful n talented @motherthroat decided to draw my mike from my little fic series "I know the end" n my particular vision of him in the beginning of the second part "It's Still Raining" and I !!!!! literally acting unhinged abt this I love his art soso much + many other things as well, n if ur a fan of the series I hope ur abt as insane over this as I am🫶

[sysig]

[shaissa]