#FOUND FAMILY AAAAAA

[brotato-chibs]

Some Wanderer and Nahida interactions!! Some of them were inspired from the fanfics I read

[nothingbizzare]

Silly dads and their gay son

[kittysquire]

A sweet Tatsumi and Hiiro moment!! <3 This found family is all I can think about lately aaaaa

the Fallen@Joker chapters 6-7 man…. So much wholesome stuff.. even tho Tatsumi can be a bit freaky at times, he makes a great dad jflsjfldhf

[ne0nwithazero]

Auntie Mitts and the lesser siblings 💙

[enden-k]

i love these dorks sm omg

[starbrightscribbles]

my taste in anime men is concerningly consistent :’3

[hamable]

ARCANE WHEN I GET YOU

WHEN I GET YOU ARCANE

YOURE GONNA SEE ME ON THE NEWS ARCANE

[riddlerosehearts]

is it just me or does the found family aspect of the emperor's new groove really go severely underappreciated in comparison to all of the (completely deserved, but still) praise it gets for the comedy and yzma and kronk. and also in favor of this idea people have that a 45 year old married man with kids and a teenage boy who's literally not a day over 18 during the movie were gay. like not that there's anything wrong overall with seeing kuzco as gay, but pacha was always intended to essentially be the father figure he never had and it's specifically because of that that i find them to have one of the most unique and interesting dynamics in a disney movie!!

[alishiastardust]

FOUND FAMILY <3

[glacialheart]

i want sampo as a big brother tbh 😔😔 found family when?

yk who i want as my found family? the landau siblings kjashfajkdhf they'd be hilarious

[prismartist]

I FINISHED APOLLO JUSTICE !!!!!!!!!!!

[cakebread7]

Fic for a friend no title as of now

TW: Death, mental breakdown, depression, panic attack

Rendon was left with an empty office and a ring.

Papers were scattered around the office in the exact place they were left in. Sticky notes placed on a computer about work, employees, and random thoughts.

Rendon had finally stepped into the office and now he remembered why he didn’t go in.

A wave of guilt and grief crashed over him as it did when hearing the ship was never found. It became unbearable.

Rendon crumpled to the ground sobbing. Tears falling to the ground with only a muffled voice to come out of them.

Redon didn’t know how much time had passed but Ely was next to them trying to calm him down. Ely had hugged him and tucked her face in his shoulder.

This had been rough for everyone involved but Ely had taken it really hard. She had always worked closely with him and Modesto. So much so that it was a running joke that she was their kid.

While admittedly Rendon had a bad temper when it came to employees Ely had grown on him.

As Ely and him started to calm down. Rendon let out a watery laugh.

Ely looked at Rendon confused “D-did I do something wrong? What’s funny?”

Rendon just laughed again reminiscing about better days “You know for all the jokes we made about you being Modestos kid. You remind me so much of him when I first met him.”

Ely looked more confused, “How?”

Rendon looks at Ely with a fondness that is usually reserved for family. “Well…”

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Rendon was bored. Not that he didn’t love his major. He really Wanted to start a business but the classes are so boring.

That’s when someone sat next to him with no explanation.

“I hope this spot wasn’t taken,” the stranger said with a wink.

The audacity of this guy. Was he trying to make him upset? What did he even want?

Rendon rolled his eyes and went to focus on the lesson.

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The next day the same guy had sat by him. He was getting very annoyed with him.

He even tried to insinuate that he didn’t take notes in class! The guy said it so smugly too. At this point he was thinking of just moving seats. But then again that would just be

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For the next few months (around 3) this continued. The guy, who he learned was named Modesto haste.

Haste would try and prove that he was better than Rendon in anyway. He was annoyingly nice to the point that it almost felt mocking.

Of course Rendon had his days where he would get haste back. However those were far in between.

At some point Rendon just had to ask. He got up after the lesson and tracked down Haste.

“Haste, Why are you so set on showing me that you’re better?

Haste looked so confused and Rendon immediately realized he messed up with the accusation.

“I’m not? Sorry if you thought that I just wanted to get to know you.”

“But you always are trying to show you're better than me. Like when you took notes for me because you thought I wouldn’t know what was happening!”

Haste somehow looked more confused.

“No? I want to be your friend if you’re interested in being friends.”

Rendon was skeptical. No one is that nice just to be friends right?

Right?

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Turns out they can.

It had been about six month since they had that conversation.

Ever since then haste has remained his happy bright self. Even though it’s annoying at times it’s become endearing.

Haste even has started talking about possibly becoming business partners!

Haste wants to make a submarine company. To say his enthusiasm wasn’t infectious was a dead lie. When haste smiled Rendon smiled right with him.

Haste is a fantastic friend!

Maybe…

…

No!

Right?

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Rendon can’t do this.

I mean it has been two ish years since he had become friends with haste. A year and a half since he had started to realize his crush on haste.

Him and Haste are studying today. Well meant to be. Right now Rendon was mainly focused on Haste.

In a little booth they sit closely next to each other. The low light and cozy atmosphere did not help Rendons feelings.

Haste turned his head and Rendon leaned into him and softly kissed him.

It was like for a second all the tension lifted. It was a sweet but short kiss.

It ended as quickly as it happened.

Rendon backed away, stuttering an apology.

“I-I'm so sorry I don’t know why I did that I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable omg I’m so so sorry! I’ll just leave, I’m going to leave.”

Just as Rendon was about to stand up, Haste pulled him down to sit.

Haste looked in his eyes searching for something. A lie maybe?

Then he spoke in a shake voice, “did you mean it.”

This shocked Rendon. What was he saying?

“What?”

“Did you mean to kiss me? Did you want to?”

Without skipping a beat he said “yes… yes I did.”

Haste looked like he was about to cry.

“When? When did you start having a crush on me?” Haste sobed out.

Rendon immediately went to comfort him. He engulfed him in a hug. His fingers running through his hair. Haste melted into his touch. Rendon stayed quiet not knowing what else to do.

After some time Rendon spoke up.

“A year and a half,” a beat passed, “When did you figure it out?”

Haste hid his face.

“Ever since we met…” Haste mumbled.

“I was so mean to you though!!”

“I know, I know…”

They stayed like that for a while. It felt as if time slowed just for them. Just so they could hold each other.

The silence was broken by Rendon.

“What are we?”

Haste finally looked back up at him. He laced his fingers with Rendon.

“Together… Partners.”

Rendon looked down at his boyfriend, his partner.

“I like that”

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They finished college together.

They proposed at the same time, and got married.

They promised they would be there for each other no matter what.

They started the business Haste dreamed of.

They had a small makeshift family from some of those employees.

Some left and abandoned them but they always had each other.

There were of course fights but they had been through worse.

Overall it was amazing.

…

The memories are now bittersweet for Rendon but still shine like gold.

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As Rendon finished his story he saw Ely sleeping with tear stains down her cheek.

Rendon lifted her to bring her to the couch in the staff room. He set her down and draped a blanket over her.

He sat down on the floor with her. His knees creaked as he sat. He then drifted to sleep hopeful that he could heal.

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He would. Slowly, but he would. It would take years not to blame himself but he had a company to run and a person to be.

Rendon would still visit haste, never fully able to get in a relationship again. He would walk past the ocean and sit before work every day.

[planet-reblog]

THIS, their relationship (or what we get to see anyway) lives rent free in my head and I'm here for it!! and despite the darker implications of the universe, I find their relationship so sweet, and Marci having so much trust in the VK to let him turn her into a vamp and then them having a strong bond to think of each other as family is just so aaaahhhh!!!!

(spoilers) so I watched episode 7 of Fionna and Cake

SPOILERS (last chance)

is it wrong that I loved the relationship between the vampire king and Marceline?

she calls him dad and he calls her daughter and baby girl

He sends every. Single. One. of his servants and minions to save her. She loves him and trusts him enough to let him turn her into a vampire. Something I imagined that was a very private thing but with a huge ceremony afterwards. Since it'd be a huge milestone for their relationship, up there with the first time she calls him dad and the first time he refers to her as his child

[unnamedcrane]

ALMOST DONE WITH WATCHING TOH AND OMG I NEEDED THATAFTER WATCHING SVTFOE IN THE SUMMER ITS SO GOOD AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAAAA

[starstruckmoony]

Hello! May I request a muggle AU with Theodore, with this meet-cute prompt: "they're on opposite sides of a wedding party to the bride and groom" (prompt is from @/thewritersafterglow on Instagram). Thank you! I know this request is in good hands :)

aaaaaa thank you anon! <3 this is the first request i've got in a while (again tysm it made me very very happy <3<3) and i had lots of fun writing it so i hope it meets your expectations!

can't help falling in love.

masterlist , requests

pairing - theodore nott x reader

trope/tags - muggle!au, strangers to lovers-ish, fluff (side note - this isn't particularly realistic because i don't really know how weddings work in different parts of the world, so i kind of just went by how they function in my country and some bits and pieces i've managed to pick up from movies and such. i know it probably won't be accurate for everybody but i tried my best LMAO)

word count - 3k

warnings - language, drinking, smoking, cheesy at the end

when you recieved an envelope in your mail one fine morning in late may, you never would have expected it to be an invitation to your primary school classmate's wedding in the english countryside. you could still recall the wonderful memory of choking on your coffee and scaring the life out of your poor cat when you saw her name plastered in big letters in the center of the paper, right below a picture of her and her fiancé. it was a miracle how she remembered you existed. to be frank, you were kind of honoured, and you made sure to confirm your arrival almost immediately. hell yeah, you were coming. free food and alcohol? who in the right mind would pass on that?

so about three months later, sometime in mid-august, you found yourself inside of a crowded venue, sweating buckets in your silky green dress, without a fan, or anybody to keep you company. a few of your old classmates were there too, but not a single one of them bothered to offer you a greeting. what a bunch of arseholes.

you stood leaned against the wall in the very back where there were fewer people, attempting to cool yourself down by fanning the air around you with your hands as you waited for the godforsaken ceremony to finally start. to nobody's surprise, the bride was a little late, and the groom's family was in a mild state of disarray. it was kind of funny, but not as funny as it would have been if you weren't feeling so bloody hot. do they not have air conditioning in here? how do people get married in these conditions? and why does the best man look more terrified than the groom?

the loud sound of somebody's shoes scraping against the tiles right next to you shook you right out of your train of thought, and you placed your hand against your chest in horror, "jesus christ." you muttered under your breath, the unfamiliar man attempting to catch his breath scared the life out of you.

he glanced at you for a split second, appearing rather exhausted (aftermath of sleeping through five alarms and having to run to the venue because his friends were too lazy to wait for him), "sorry." he offered you an apology breathlessly, leaning back against the wall to steady himself. you thought that you were being overdramatic when it came to the heat and the current atmosphere of the wedding, but this man seemed to have surpassed you. he was rather handsome though, despite being drenched in sweat from what you assumed was running, also paired with the humid air inside. his eyes were strangely captivating, and he looked a little too good in that suit of his for it to be considereded legal. were you staring? you were probably staring. you trailed your eyes away, pretending to be entertained by the groom's father who was attempting to explain the situation to the guests. you cursed inwardly, realising that you'd be stuck in there for a long time.

you turned to the pretty guy again, deciding that you should, perhaps, talk to him, "you don't look like you wanna be here." fantastic start. those probably weren't the words he wished to hear in those circumstances, but your observations didn't seem to annoy him at all. he actually chuckled instead, "am i that transparent?"

"quite." you responded a little too nonchalantly than intended, taking a quick glance at the door in hopes that you'll see the bride come in. nope. you returned to your original position. how wonderful that was, more waiting.

"do you have any water in there?" the man spoke again, pointing at the purse you had tucked under your arm.

you took it in your hands and peeked inside, knowing that you most likely wouldn't have what he was asking for, "no," you shook your head, but continued rummaging through it, "i have this, though." you pulled out a tiny bottle of liquor and shrugged before shoving it into his face.

he didn't hesitate to grab it, he would have taken anything that was liquid enough. he drank it all, not that there was much, before handing the bottle back to you with a scowl. he coughed a little as the alcohol burned his throat, and you couldn't help but snort. 

"i don't know how smart that was." it wasn't, really, since it would only dehydrate him more, but it worked for the time being. he coughed again, falling back against the wall, finally able to breathe somewhat normally.

"you'll find out in a few hours," you didn't miss the smile that painted his features, and it encouraged you to carry on, "how do you know the bride... or the groom?" you questioned, wanting to keep the conversation going to kill at least some of the remaining time you had. you were bored out of your mind.

"the groom," he nodded briefly, "we went to college together, funny bloke, he invited me and my two other friends who are... somewhere in here," he stretched his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd for a short moment, "eh, whatever." he shrugged, and then reached into his pocket, but quickly retrieved his hand. it was still empty. you had assumed he reached for a cigarette before he was able to remember where he was.

"you won't go looking for them?" you queried, finding his neutrality over the whole situation slightly bemusing. it wasn't every day that a hot guy like him ditched his friends for you, and it was rather pleasant to think about. he was hoping he wasn't being so obvious about it, but you read him a little too easily.

"what, bored of me already?" he questioned, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"i might be, now that you said that." you scowled in pretend disgust, drawing a breathless laugh from him. you shortly sunk into a not overly uncomfortable silence, both internally debating with yourselves about whether you should keep it going or not. you were kind of drawn to each other, after all. the consequence of attending a wedding without a date must have had an influence on it, you told yourself. he mustered a similar, lame explanation.

"i'm theodore, by the way." he decided to break the ice after a while, and you almost sighed in relief, "y/n." you shook his hand politely.

"nice wedding." he added, his face scrunching at the sight before him. the sarcasm in his tone was obvious.

"delightful, isn't it?" you offered the older lady that passed by you a forced smile, and then eyed her giant pink hat judgementally. you and theodore resembled a mean high school couple who had an opinion on absolutely anyone and everything, just standing there, laughing amongst yourselves and making fun of all the other guests and their stupid pastel outfits. it made sense why your classmates hadn't approached you, but you didn't let them occupy your mind any longer. you found yourself a like-minded companion for the night, one that was ten times funnier, and the prime example of eye-candy.

"imagine she never shows up." theodore said after you shamelessly fed one another with some interesting past gossip about the bride and the groom. judging by what he had told you, those two were a match made in heaven. and you could say that with your whole chest.

"god, don't plant that idea into my head. i spent my last three paychecks on this bloody dress." you snorted, dusting it off when you noticed that it had got a bit dirty.

"it looks perfect on you, though." theodore's little compliment took you off guard, and he must have noticed judging by the way he grinned.

"thanks." you felt yourself blush a little at his comment, and just as you were about to open your mouth to speak again, the bride's mother burst through the door, announcing that her daughter would be there shortly. you exchanged a relieved glance with theodore, fucking finally.

despite the long wait, the ceremony played out quite beautifully. the couple exchanged their vows, humourous and tear-jerking all at once. people laughed, people cried, somebody's baby did both. the best man hadn't forgotten to bring the rings, and the maid of honour looked happier for the bride than the bride. nobody backed out last moment, and nobody objected after the infamous "speak now or forever hold your peace". you left the venue with a smile on your face, pleasantly surprised.

theodore and his friends offered to give you a ride to an even larger venue where the reception was being held after you told them that you had arrived with a cab, and you happily accepted their offer. the two idiots he came with were just as unserious as he was, and you had soon found out that they all attended the wedding with the same intentions as you. eat food, get drunk (and then sleep in the car because mattheo wants to get wasted but doesn't want to run them off the road and kill somebody in the process).

the reception, thankfully, moved a lot faster than the ceremony. by some sheer dumb luck, you had been instructed to sit at the same table as theodore, lorenzo and mattheo. your shitty classmates were there too, so you assumed that the table was designed specifically for that - old friends from school that the newly weds didn't talk to very much, but still liked them enough to invite them.

so, after the grand entrance, loud clapping and cheering, a cute speech from the bride, more clapping and cheering, the best dinner you had had in a while, a few more emotional speeches, and even more clapping and cheering (hollering this time, too), the dj finally showed up. it was the part of the night you had been the most excited for. the first dance was absolutely beautiful and even brought a few tears to your eyes, but god, the moment you heard an onset of lower-than-nightclub-quality music blast from the speakers, your hopes had all gone down the drain.

the dance floor filled up in a matter of seconds, and you had never been more appreciative of the existence of wine. not a single song that was played in the span of fourty-five minutes was your cup of tea. and as different people's requests kept incoming, it only got worse.

theodore seemed to be having the same problem. mattheo too, considering he had about five shots in less than half an hour. lorenzo wasn't doing much better either. he was entertaining himself by making paper planes out of tissue paper and leaving them on the table like a strange art project.

"this music is terrible." theodore's voice was completely drowned out by the godawful sounds coming from the speakers, you couldn't hear a thing he was saying.

"what?!" you shifted a bit closer to him, covering one of your ears with your palm to subdue at least some of the noise.

"i said that this music was terrible!" he tried not to shout, but it would have been impossible for you to comprehend whatever he had said if he hadn't done so. yes, it was fucking awful. many people would disagree, considering how many of them were still on the dance floor, either fully wasted already or slowly getting there. at least the newly weds were having a good time, both slightly tipsy too.

"tell me about it!" you yelled back, rolling your eyes. you considered asking him to accompany you outside, for a smoke or something, though you didn't really need an excuse. anywhere would have been better than in there. but you chickened out before you were able to speak, continuing to sip on your wine in silence. silence, that was funny, mostly because of how unbearably bloody loud the music was.

lorenzo suddenly stood up, and he yelled something into mattheo's ear. the other stared at him in confusion, and then burst out laughing into his face. he turned to you instead, and you saw his lips move, but didn't understand a thing he was saying.

"huh?!" you and theo yelled out in unison, and lorenzo waved his hands dismissively at you, defeated. he pushed his way through the crowd on the dance floor and shuffled over to the dj. he threw an arm around the man, probably trying to make some friendly conversation. they seemed to be getting along.

perfect. you reached for the wine bottle, refilling your glass and taking large gulp. you were hoping that lorenzo had enough charm to sway the dj into playing something else. it took about twenty minutes of insignficant chit-chat for the man to finally nod and give him a thumbs up, and that's then the beginning of dancing queen blessed your tortured ears.

you gasped in shock, immediately getting up onto your feet and latching onto theodore's arm. he didn't really protest when you tugged at his sleeve and pulled him to the dance floor which got even more crowded than it was before. mattheo managed to fall out of his chair, but he followed the two of you and joined you in the mass of people.

"thank me later!" lorenzo yelled your way before a pretty girl grabbed his attention. the night got so much better from then on. the dj appeared to have whipped up a large playlist of abba's work, since the songs were playing one after another, each one bringing your mood up. you had completely blocked out anything that had happened before you heard the tune of the first song, and you had only returned to the table with theodore to refill your glasses before running back to the dance floor.

you couldn't recall the last time you had that much fun, singing your heart out, jumping up and down, showing off some ridiculous moves, letting theodore hold your hand and spin you around. the dj stuck to the same genre for a while, playing old pop songs, keeping everybody on their feet. some of them you didn't know, but you weren't about to sit back down after doing so for almost two hours, so you danced to them too nevertheless.

that is, until your legs started hurting a little too much for it to be tolerable and your throat had got a bit sore from belting several songs with the bride. your head was spinning too, courtesy of having so much wine. theodore took the opportunity to ask you to accompany him outside (because he really needed a cigarette) after some slow tune neither of you were familiar with had been put on.

you nodded your head took a hold of his hand as he led you out the door. you clumsily made your way down the stairs, laughing as you did so. the effects of alcohol were beginning to show themselves.

as fun as it was, getting out of there for a short while was a need. you slumped down onto one of the stone benches placed outside the venue, sighing comfortably as the chilly breeze of the night cooled you down.

you immersed yourself into another casual discussion, not a very significant one, as neither of you could even stand properly for too long without stumbling, but it was nice breather from the wild atmosphere inside. you liked talking to theodore, and even with your clouded thoughts, you knew you'd want to see him again after this. there wasn't a doubt in your mind.

"i thought i'd have to leave early." theodore laughed to himself as he took the last drag from his cigarette, and then tossed the burnt out stub onto the concrete.

"and make me stay here all alone?" you teased, although you probably would have left too if it wasn't for lorenzo and his skillful flirtation tactics or whatever the hell that was.

"who said i wouldn't bring you along?" his response made heat rush to your cheeks, and you put your head down with a breathless chuckle. you were quiet for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts.

"you know, this might sound a little weird, but," you chewed on the inside of your cheek, not really able to think straight. you were tipsy, after all, "i'm glad i met you today," you tilted your head to the side, drunkenly observing him, "you're nicer than i anticipated." as backhanded as it sounded, that was the best you could do.

it was theodore's turn to blush after you said the words, and it didn't manage to go past you, despite him trying his hardest to hide it.

"yeah, i mean no– it's not weird, i'm uh," he trailed off, contemplating whatever it was that he wanted to say next. honestly speaking, he didn't know how to put it into words, "i'm glad we met too, you're–"

one thing that theodore hated was tripping over his words and not being able to be blunt with somebody he took a liking to, which is why he was so, very grateful to hear elvis' can't help falling in love coming from the inside of the venue.

you looked up at him when you realised which song it was, waiting to see if he'll ask you to dance. and he did, but he didn't lead you back in through the door like you thought he might. you stayed outside in the light wind, slowly swaying to the music, his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck.

you liked it better that way, just the two of you in your own little world with nobody else to disrupt you. you let your head rest on his shoulder, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit, like he was making sure you won't leave him. you smiled to yourself, god, that was the last thing you were planning on doing.

[merakiui]

I've been nonstop binging bridgerton and have been thinking abt twst being set in that au and been thinking abt step bro twst chara (maybe deuce or malleus maybe the tweels i literally cannot figure out which chara) being such a hard ass on every man who tries to get your attention and take your hand at every party and you're so sick and tired of it bc you are a young woman who needs to get married and here your step bro is making it harder for you! This eventually leads to you lashing out at him one night in a room at a party after he degraded a potential partner for you and then you both end up kissing each other from all the intense feelings and your step bro finally confesses his feelings to you and you feel so sad bc yk you and him can never marry bc it's so taboo and oh what would the gossip mongers say if they ever found out? You and your family would be casted out and your family may abandon and disown you both (even tho there's literally a family who gets engaged to her cousin in the show fr) so you both continue your rouse in secret which is easy bc you both live together anyway, but what the ppl don't know when your step bro takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor is that those hands are the same ones who's ruined you for any other man, what they don't know is you both are so in love but everyone just thinks it's step siblings getting close. You and your step bro may never be able to wed but maybe someday you'll both run away to some country and finally get to live that fantasy of a married couple, but until then, everything must be kept a secret

GOSH I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LONG I NEEDED TO RAMBLE SO BAD FORGIVE ME

AAAAAA OMG OMG!!!!! This is so scrumptious,,, I think it can work with so many characters. Riddle and Rollo immediately come to my mind for various reasons, but then it could also pair perfectly with Malleus or Deuce just as you said. orz so many thoughts!!! Maybe even Idia.......

Secret, taboo relationship, but the both of you can't keep your hands off the other. Always toeing the line of being caught, constantly disappearing right before important events just for an intimate tryst that's all too tempting. Sneaking into each other's chambers, sending all the servants away so that it's just the two of you. Fucking everywhere and anywhere, especially in places where the risk is so very high. Sometimes you dirty your exquisite attire when you roll around in the gardens, the smell of sex mixing with the floral fragrances of surrounding blooms. It's all so enticing and incredibly forbidden. But you can't help feeling so infatuated with him. <3 your parents would certainly disapprove, but who needs them when the both of you will inevitably move far away?

What may seem like familial outings to the general public are actually dates between the two of you. Maybe he's daring and tries to hold your hand, or maybe he's much too concerned about the image he's showing to the public. The tension between the both of you is so palpable each time you have to pretend to be just siblings and nothing more. As soon as you're behind closed doors or in an area where you won't be seen or disturbed, you're on top of each other. You're truly inseparable and insatiable.