#I suck at tagging

[waywardducks]

Welcome back to incorrect batfam quotes as things me and my siblings have said/done pt2

Enjoy!

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Damian: Make me a sandwich?

Dick: No, you can make yourself a sandwich, I'm busy

Damian:… will you make me my favorite soup? Only you can make it the way I like it

Dick:*frustrated* I know exactly what your doing. You do realize that you're the youngest of like 10 kids right? Tim and Jason used to pull this trick all the time. Go make yourself some food, you aren't incapable, you're being lazy and I'm busy. Sorry baby bird

Dick:*goes back to working*

Damian:

Damian:*going to Jason* Will you make me a sandwich? Only you know how to make them the way I like them

Jason: Awww of course I can buddy

Damian: 😈

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Dick:*wearing pants with cutout in the inner thigh*

Jason: What the fuck are you wearing?

Dick: it’s call fashion, Jason, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. This is what’s in

Jason: You look like a gay stripper

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Tim: My insides are shaking

Duke: I’m sorry, what?

Tim: like, my organs are vibrating

Duke: Why? Wtf

Tim: maybe it’s because I drank 3 energy drink and haven’t eaten anything today but that’s just a guess

Duke:

Duke: Dude

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Tim: *is once again on the brink of death*

Steph: Dick, I never expected you to be the calmest out of all of us.

Dick: oh, yeah, I’m disassociating so hard right now I can’t feel my own arms and I feel like I’m floating. Soon as I’m alone, though, I’m breaking my own hand

Steph: *increasingly becoming more worried* Oh, okay

Dick: ye, I have to drive now, pray I don’t crash 😗✌️

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That's all I got for now lmao

[beckitbonnet]

i should not enjoy watching house md so much like. hospital shows make me Paranoid that i am going to Fall Gravely Unwell and Die. hospital shows have Needles and Bare Feet (which are the only two things i get squeamish about). but house md has toxic gay people and lisa edelstein so like. it's whatever.

[unorchido]

Might need to put Ommetaphobia warning here ,,

Here's a Pressure monster/oc that has been living in my head for the past 3 days

Z-79, or The Mourner, is in a large, circular room which keeps Z-79 alive. Originally Z-79 was locked up into one of the containers, but during the lockdown, it broke out and fled into one of the bigger rooms, more specifically, in the 80th. It has been there ever since. Z-79 hasn't shown any signs of hostility before, during and after the lockdown, except for one time, when Z-79 was shot by one of the guards in the eye, causing it to attack and kill that guard.

It's origin is unknown so far, and it refuses to talk about that one specific thing. The counter above the door appeared after Z-79 settled into the room. As far as we know, after the 20 minutes expired, Z-79 seem to shown unease, impatience and irritation, and would attack anyone who stays in the room for longer. The attack part has never been confirmed before because no one stayed in the room for that long.

Bonus

From when the lockdown was, that is.

The Reporter belongs to @cosmokrill

[tired-coffee-addict-4life]

Dear Santa

Clark: So..Where is Damian?

Bruce: In his room writing a letter to Santa.

Clark: Awww, that's adorable, He believes in Santa!

Bruce *frown*: ....Yes.....

Meanwhile Damian's letter

Dear Mr. Nikolas,

I am writing to formally request that you cease any unauthorized surveillance of me and my household. Your behavior—specifically the act of “watching when I’m sleeping” and “knowing when I’m awake”—is invasive, bordering on perverse. I must insist that you refrain from entering our residence under any circumstances.

Consider this a final warning. I am fully prepared to defend my family and our home should you choose to ignore this notice.

Sincerely, Damian Wayne

[j-eryewrites]

All of You

MAIN MASTER LIST

ANON Request: Okay I can't have enough Sherlock angst so maybe just some feels or kidnapping or something like that. Thanks for your great work <3🙇🏼‍♀️ 

ANON REQUEST 2: I love your fics 💕💕 if requests are open, could you do one with BBC Sherlock in which the reader is kidnapped? (but they both have not confessed their love for each other yet, and the kidnapping perhaps prompts Sherlock to confess. idk up to you!) i just l o v e your Sherlock one shots!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Haunted house, drugging, weapons, canon typical violence, kind of OOC Sherlock, cursing (Let me know if I have missed anything)

Author's Note: So, I got two requests A WHILE AGO and they were so similar I just decided to combine the two of them. (Requests are still not open, I’m just getting to the ones I never got around to writing to.) As for requests, I will be opening them back up once Arbitrary Lives and A Sinner's Redemption have concluded, so start thinking of some request ideas!!

The irony of the situation did not evade you. Sherlock’s latest case involved a serial killer. A serial killer who they were looking for at an abandoned haunted house attraction. The home wasn’t actually haunted, it was just a place years ago that would host a scary Halloween amusement park. However, that information did little to ease your nerves. What made things worse was that Sherlock suggested to split up. You, John, and he would all go separate ways to search for the killer. 

Immediately, you had declined. You've seen too many horror movies with John to know that splitting up was the worst thing you could do. Not to mention the experiences you’ve had working with the consulting detective for years. Never split up, that’s what you told yourself, yet here you were, by yourself, walking down the dimly lit halls of the gigantic house. Your mind ran a-wire with the thought of how many hidden rooms and passageways that could be kept in the walls. That image alone terrified you. 

With each step you took the house creaked and groaned. If that wasn’t a big neon sign blaring to the killer that you were there, you didn’t know what it was. You couldn’t but wince as the whole house squeaked with your latest step and at that point, you weren’t sure why you were trying to be quiet. 

Muttering curses under your breath you lowered your torch and turned around. You wanted to find Sherlock or John. Their presence made you feel safer and all you wanted to be right now was safe. Your body shivered as a chill crept up your legs to the back of your neck. The waves of nerves tickled the minuscule hairs on your body and if this was a horror movie eerie music would be playing. 

“Why did the killer have to be in a haunted house,” you whined as you approached the stairs to the bottom floor of the home where you last saw your tall consulting detective. 

Looking down the wooden steps you searched for the bright light of Sherlock’s torch. There was no light to be found. You sighed and pulled out your phone trying to be smart about this. The bright screen of your phone illuminated your view darkening everything behind and in front of you. Your fingers danced across the screen as you pulled up Sherlock’s contact. You pressed a button. The screen flashed with Sherlock’s name and your phone buzzed. But before you could speak or before Sherlock could answer, everything went black. 

There was something so insightful about being knocked out: the darkness of everything, the pain you felt in the back of your head like a soundtrack, and the erasure of all feelings. It was almost impossible to feel terrified about the haunted house when you weren’t even conscious in the first place. It was oddly peaceful and quiet, something you haven’t known in a long time since working for Sherlock. You weren’t sure how you became unconscious in the first place. As you lay in the darkness, there was one thought floating around in your mind. Shit. 

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“You’re finally awake,” a hoarse voice cooed. 

A harsh light crept into your view causing you to wince. You longed for the darkness that you were encased in moments before. Soon your eyes adjusted to the bright light and began to take in your surroundings. 

First things first, you were strapped down to a table. The straps were extremely tight leaving you with barely any room to breathe. You gulped and began to twist underneath the straps. If you could move in the first place. 

The voice tsked before laughing. “It’ll be a while before you can move. The paralytic works fast.” Your eyes widened and you began to whimper. “Don’t worry, you can still scream.” 

That when you saw them, your captor and the killer. Dauning a medical mask and surgical wear they leaned in close and sniffed you. You closed your eyes at the proximity, wishing that they wouldn't be real if you couldn’t see them. “I can smell the fear coming off of you. It’s intoxicating,” your captor chuckled. 

“No…” you whimpered. Your voice was barely audible. 

The killer pulled back away from you. “No?” 

In your mind, you could go two ways. The first option, go with the idea that your “no” was terrified and try and plead with the killer. It was dignified and kind of cowardly but it was what you wanted to go with. Second, you could play it off cool. Well, as cool as you could while being strapped to a table with the killer’s face hovering over you. You could fight back. Taunt him and maybe provide Sherlock and John with enough time to try and find you. God, you hoped that they’d find you and that your brilliant consulting detective could solve the case. Now that you thought about it the second option seemed more plausible. 

“No, he’s going to find me. He’ll beat you. That’s what he does,” you muttered. Your voice still trembled as you delivered this line, but your eyes conveyed your determination and belief in what you said. 

All enjoyment from the killer’s face vanished and a darker expression replaced it. The look they were giving you would have paralyzed you if you weren’t already drugged. Their breath was scalding hot as they breathed into your ear. “He’ll never figure it out.”

You scoffed. “You’re wrong.”

“Am I? He hasn’t even figured out that you’re gone.” They pulled down their medical mask to flash you a wicked grin. “This house has so many rooms. Twist and turns. You’ll be dead before he finds this room. 

You paled. All hope of playing it cool dissipated. You were terrified: Breath evaded you, your heart beat faster than it ever had before, your blood ran cold, and tiny beads of sweat encased your body. 

“I’m right.  You can even see him here,” the killer pulls up video footage of the house. In the middle of all the split screens, you can see Sherlock and John searching. A tight pain in your chest formed at the sight. “You know that your dear detective is too enamored with the case to remember that others exist. It’s a game and he wants to win, even if it means some of his teammates get left behind.” You can’t help the tears that pool in your eyes causing them to laugh. “It’ll be too late when he realizes it and the closest thing he’ll have to you again are the organs that will be in the bodies of others. You’ll be de–”

“Wrong.” 

You sobbed upon hearing that voice. It was Sherlock. He was here. He had come. The killer whirled around to find Sherlock standing with a gun in his hand aimed at them. 

“How…” the killer said. 

“Should’ve checked your cameras, then you would have realized they were on a loop,” the comforting voice of John spoke. 

The killer’s jaw clenched. 

“John,” Sherlock said. “ Get Y/N.” 

John snuck out behind Sherlock and carefully moved over to you. His eyes scanned over your distressed figure as his hands began to fiddle with the straps. 

“It’s alright, Y/N,’ John whispered as he untied the woman. 

“I can’t,” you shook your head. “...I can’t move.” 

John’s eyes filled with worry as the killer chuckled. “She’s paralyzed. I wouldn’t move her if I were you.” The killer turned around to look back down at you. 

“If you move one more centimeter there will be a bullet lodged in your head,” Sherlock growled. 

“You wouldn’t,” the killer hissed. 

“On the contrary. I like to win my games, even if it means that the rules are bent.” Sherlock’s eyes were glaring at the killer. 

Suddenly a muffled voice came from above. It was Lestrade. “Sherlock?”

“Down here, Gary!” 

Time seemed to move superficially fast as the police entered the basement.  However, time stilled the moment Sherlock retrieved you. John tried his best to pick you up but with the combination of his size and your apparent unmoving state, he found himself useless. Instead, Sherlock stepped up. With limp limbs and a stiff body, Sherlock lifted you off the cold and hard metal table. His gentle hand cradled your head as your body curled into him. He carried you as if you were the most precious and fragile things in the world. His secure and stable arms wrapped around you, pulling you immensely too close to his body, but you did not mind. He was warm and you were cold. He was safe and you were scared. Sherlock was exactly what you needed, and he was there. He was always there for you. 

Soon the blaring lights of the police cars filled your vision, concealing the ambulance waiting for you. You hated you couldn’t cling to Sherlock as he passed you over to the EMTs. They scanned your body checking for injuries and asking you questions while they did so. With each response and your insistence on your perfectly fine well-being, the EMTs grew more and more concerned. They wanted to take you to the hospital, but that was the last place you wanted to be: being strapped down to a table, with an IV in your arm, the medical masks, and scrubs. It was all too much too soon. The fear in your eyes was apparent at their conclusion, but before you could open your mouth to display your concerns, Sherlock spoke.

“She’ll be coming home with me.”

“But sir, she’s still drugged and paral–,” the EMT began. 

“If you just used your eyes, you would see that the hospital is the last place she wants to be,” Sherlock interjected. 

The EMT briefly gazed over at you before recognizing the truth in Sherlock’s words. 

“She still needs to be checked on after th–”

“I’m a doctor, I can make sure everything is alright,” John chimed in. 

You looked at John and gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” your hoarse voice whispered. 

John smiled back. The EMT looked between the three of you and sighed placing her hands on her hips. “Alright, I’ll sign off on the paperwork and she’s free to go.” 

The moment the paperwork was signed, you were whisked back to Baker Street. Sherlock never left your side as he carried you into his and John’s shared flat and placed you down on their sofa. Mrs.Hudson had brought up tea and snacks in an attempt to get something into your stomach. However, the idea of shifting your body to raise your arms and extend your hand to retrieve the cup of tea and biscuits seemed too big of an ordeal. You were exhausted. Instead, you found the weight of your head too much to bear and collapsed onto Sherlock’s shoulder. With one look, John and Mrs. Hudson ushered themselves out of the flat. 

Your body was still trembling as the mental scars still flashed vividly in your mind. 

“You’re safe,” Sherlock hummed in a soothing voice. His gentle arms came up to wrap around your torse encouraging a wave of stillness to course through your body. You weren’t sure of what to say. So many ifs running through your head, so you settled for a thank you. 

Sherlock responded by pulling you closer. “I’ll always find you.” 

A watery smile appeared on your face. It was a smile that you forced as tears crept into the corner of your eyes. “Well, if you hadn’t made it in time, I would have given you my skull. That way you’d always have me on your mantel.” You tried to laugh. It was a poor attempt at a joke and you weren’t really sure why you were making it. You just did. 

Sherlock pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. You tried to look away, but his firm hand cupped your chin directing your gaze at him. “No. I don’t want your skull. I want you alive and safe. Anything less and I’ll never be satisfied.” 

His eyes seemed to glow as you stared into them. The gorgeous blue lulled you in like a siren at sea. You couldn’t turn away as he brought your face closer to wipe away the tears that had fallen from your face. 

“Okay,” you said in a hushed tone.

Sherlock seemed content with that answer and pulled you in to brush his lips against your forehead. He wanted to do more but now wasn’t the time. He wanted to whisper his heart and soul’s greatest secret into your ears and breathe it into your skin. He wanted you, all of you, but for now, holding you close, your heart thumping against each other, and the peaceful melody of your breath against his neck was all he needed.

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@astudyinlaura

@sherlockstrangewolf

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[starfallen-archives]

A Tango, of the Tek variety

(heavily inspired by @.kitsuneisi and @.xmaruu11 's Double Hearted design for him)

[whispers-of-lilith]

*Buggy sucking the absolute souls out of both Crocodile & Mihawk*

Mihawk: "Hm.. I never expected the clown to be so good at this."

Crocodile: *grunts in response*

Buggy: "Ah yes well, I guess you could say I'm quite the cock connoisseur - a cocknoisseur if you will."

Croco & Mihawk: *in unison* "...get out."

[victoria--ft-9801]

TBB S3 EP12 Spoilers

The emotional strength Hunter is exhibiting is amazing. Like, does anyone remember when Crosshair told Hunter-

"You're angry because she escaped with my help, not yours."

"I risked everything to send you that message. You let Omega be taken to Tantiss."

"She went through what she did because you failed."

And we all get to episode 12, and Hunter is understanding about it. He doesn't even blame Crosshair for not telling them about Rampart or missing the shot or anything!Trust me, when someone hurts you, it's so hard not to throw their words back in their face. Hunter had every reason to. After what Crosshair told him during that argument, and with Omega being captured, he had more than enough reasons to lash out at Crosshair.

But he didn't.

Maybe he will in the future, I don't know, but right now, Hunter has my respect.

[cakepoppresent]

Random shots of Sam and Jin while I set their story up. Love them a lot

[thetherianfae]

All the LGBTQ+ exclusive books on my shelf. Not a lot, I know, but I plan on adding this book called Aces Wild to the collection very soon.

[polaesims]

Hi! So I'm setting up simblr in 2023! I've been meaning to start sharing my gameplay and more for a while now, but somehow I could never get around to it. I've recently started getting into doing conversions from 4 to 3, so I figured why not now. Anyway my name is Pola, I've been playing TS3 exclusively for about 13 years now. I will be posting conversions, gameplay, makeovers, my sims and so on and so forth. Enjoy!

Here is my simself for a good start! I also want to thank @sim-songs for these beautiful conversions and for inspiring me to get started myself! 

[de-constructmybones]

A TALE OF TWO LOVERS

After reading @transdunbar 's fic, i had been heavily inspired to create a drawing. Then I made the mistake of actually rewatching ATLA and rereading Nate's fic I had to draw my vision. :)

If you haven't please read Nate's fic(s), here's an amazing writer and deserves all the love.

Title: A Tale Of Two Lovers

Author: Disasterboy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Tags: Alternate Universe - Avatar & Benders Setting, thiambigbang2023, Slow Burn, Trans Male Character, Idiots in Love, Good Theo Raeken, Misunderstandings, Sparring, Sparring as a form of flirting Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: Enter Liam Dunbar: by night a skilled bender in an underground fighting ring, by day the perfect daughter of a wealthy Fire Nation family. Whenever he tries to bend under someone else’s instruction, it quite literally blows up in his face. When he's found by Scott McCall and his gang, he thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to help teach the Avatar firebending while learning to control his own. What he didn’t expect is the angsty waterbender challenging his every move. Enter Theo Raeken: the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe, orphan, and the Avatar’s childhood best friend. After his sister’s death, he swore revenge on the Fire Nation, and while Scott traveled the world to learn control of the four elements, Theo was more than content to tag along to both support his friend and fulfill his promise along the way. Picking up a Fire Nation stray isn’t on his agenda, especially not when the firebender’s temper runs as hot as the fire he controls. As the two benders travel throughout the four nations, they must try to get past their differences while fighting a war at the same time. There’s a reason water and fire don’t mix

[leonotlara]

The New V Part 2

Uzi finds herself missing V. Wishing she would come back. But be careful of what you wish for! (Post episode 7, Uzi isn't in space anymore, sorry about that.) But this time it's not a cliffhanger.

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"Uzi...?"

"V?!"

An ear-splitting silence rang, and everyone could hear it. The subjects looked at one another."Uzi!" V ran the small distance between them but came to a halt upon seeing her face. A face of fear. Like when they first met.

"Th-This has to be some sick joke.." The purple drone whimpered, "Right?!" She backed away, visor displaying hollowed-out eyes, screen glitching as her voice altered slightly. She had dreamt and longed for V for so long. Why did she now feel like she was living in a nightmare with her presence here?

Uzi shook slightly, wobbly legs slowly carrying her to the direction of the colony bunker, mind racing, and sensors heating up far too quickly for her liking. She looked up at her father, like a small and helpless child. Did he know about this? What about Thad? Or Lizzy? Or J? Wait... no, yeah, J would definitely do this to her.

"Did you do this?" She looked and pointed at J. As the female Disassembly Drone glared with a shake of her head, Uzi began theorising who did this. A long, defeaning silence fell on the group. A tiny crunch of the snow was heard, and V, looking bigger from Uzi's perspective, made her act quickly.

She flinched away the moment she saw V inching closer, who seemed startled at the sudden movement. Realising it was now or never, Uzi took off running as fast as she had come.

♤

Why had she come so quickly in the first place? She thought they found V's remains or some sort of part of her. Maybe a recording of her death. That would've made her calm down more than to see her back and polished. This wasn't the V she thought was there before the elevator fell. That V would be in ruins, not brand-new, and yet, she was there, outside the landing pod.

The hardest thing about this was the fact that Uzi could barely pinpoint how she felt about this, but the easiest way to learn how you feel about something is to understand it clearer.

First thing the next night, she will find J and ask her how V had been seemingly revived. She had to know.

She just had to.Staring upon the ceiling, the purple lights seem to be shining brighter on the photograph above her bed. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up for it.

It was her and V having their first kiss together right after they came back from camp.

♤

"Come in." The voice drawled, the pod door creaked open. "What do you want?" The drone asked, her hand moved a strand of her bangs to see the one who opened the door.

"Is V here? Not that I really care, y'know I just..." Uzi took a deep breath before repeating the initial question. "Is V here?"

J looked at her, pausing from her writing on the notepad she had equipped on her hands, her expression of seriousness faltering into one of confusion. "Uh, yeah, she's just outside. You must have not noticed her when you went in. How did you not see her?"

"Oh.." Uzi sighed, taking a step backwards, her boot hitting the snow that blanketed the entirety of the planet.

Closing the door after a quick thanks, Uzi looked around the spire, from retracing her steps from the entrance, to craning her neck to look up at the ceiling, to the back, cobwebs in the corners.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She wasn't there."V..?" Uzi uttered, her voice cracking. Never had she thought to say that name again.Well, she never thought any of this would happen, and yet, here she was!

There was a faint yellow light on the ceiling of the spire, squeezed in at the top. Calling her name out again, the glow blinked.

"V, please! Look, I.. I shouldn't have been so terrified... but you just came out of nowhere! Like, I am here, mourning over your stupid death, then you just pop back in?!" She yelled, stomping on the ground. "Like, who does that? No being eased into it? No evidence you're actually you? Not even an explanation? Nothing? Anything could've helped, but no, you just came back without any sort of heads-up! Just waltz back into my life after sacrificing yourself and an ominous 'Uzi I trust you'? Yeah, sure, whatever! Maybe I was better off without you! I never desperately needed you anyway! I never needed anyone to mess up my feelings! Especially not a fricken murderer! You should've just left! I'd have more peace, you stupid, inconsiderate-"

Silence.

The yellow light began shaking, shivering, and the glow disappeared, similar to eyes closing.

A sigh echoed off the walls, and Uzi's face had guilt written all over it.

"Look... V. I-I'm sorry... really am," She whispered, sitting atop the frigid snow, her voice shaky from the screaming. "and I totally get if you need time to recharge. I'll wait right here for you, the same way you always waited for me when I had my angsty teen outbursts..." she chuckled softly. As her vision dimmed, her eyes closuig slow enough to see the yellow glow opening up again quickly.

♤

The unfamiliar weight on her left side disappeared, falling instead upon her chest. Looking down, she felt her sensors heating up.

"Hey... V." Uzi smiled, giving her a hug. V's arms wrapped around her, both drones' internal fans working overtime from the sudden warmth threatening to overheat them, mimicking a cat's purr. Both girls were smiling so broadly their cheeks were aching, but it didn't matter.

"Aw…" V's voice came out in a soft laugh. It was nice to hear it again without being deathly afraid of it.

Uzi's eyes hollowed for a split second, remembering what she said to V a few hours prior. Guilt overtook her again, her chest tightening so bad she felt like she was crumpled up.

"Uzi-"

"I'm so sorry. I should've calmed down, I should've just taken control of my emotions, I should've - "

"Hey, hey..." she grazed Uzi's cheek with her hand. Though it was a cold metal, it felt as if it was actively melting it off.

"It's okay."

"I forgive you."

...

One question remained, however. How did V come back polished and new in the first place?

When Uzi voiced her thought to V, she bit her lip, almost as if she was avoiding the question.

"Well, it seemed that Cyn had copies of the Disassembly Drones floating in pods around the exoplanets. This means she can replace us whenever. She must've had us on auto-replacing, though, so whenever we break, a new one will fly here with all the memories we had before."

…

"I couldn't have come earlier, I'm so sorry, I couldn't. It was out of my control."

"It's fine. The important thing is that you're back.

"They interlocked fingers that were resting on the snow."It's good to have you back."

[awsheeeeet]

and for my first post in a hot minute, finalized (v3) designs for βeta βulb and οmifan

[biggest-tmnt-nerd-ever]

tmnt cars i found in my grandpa’s hot wheels collection!

[meoww-meow]

Why does Luz have a bunk bed as an only child??

Even before Vee came into the picture Luz had a bunkbed, as shown in this picture,

where you can see the bunkbed back there and this was BEFORE Camila knew about Vee and at first I thought that the top bunk was just used for idk storing stuffed animals and things but if you look, there's a blanket up there so idk maybe the top bunk was Luz's bunk?? But if you look in season 3 episode 1 this scene,

Shows that she has the bottom bunk so idk what's going on when I think about it like realistically the top bunk before Vee was there was probably just like... empty except for like and extra blanket and stuff but why would Luz even have a bunk bed in the first place?? Am I just stupid?? I've never seen anyone talk about this but it's something I noticed that I find fascinating but feel free to tell your thoughts about this