#SORRY TO BE CRINGE. AND SAPPY.
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ok actually being fr rn
i have had a really good time hanging out in the ninjago community here on tumblr (this makes it sound like its a goodbye its NOT its just an appreciation post).
the fandom here is definitely smaller than the previous fandoms ive hung out in on tumblr and that honestly really works to its benefit. i recognise familiar blogs in the tags all the time and have gotten to recognising a lot of people who frequently reblog my posts or send me asks and thats a really nice feeling of community!! ive gotten a couple dms from people and its been super fun to actually talk to people in the fandom (notably raine my first friend in the fandom. as much as im sure we all collectively hate his guts (/j ofc), im pretty sure theyre always reaching out to people because how do you know Everyone, my guy. and thats honestly really cool to see).
ive gotten a couple pieces of fanart which feels?? insane?? people have looked at the things i created and have felt inspired to create in return. what the heck!! and thats smth that i want to put back into the community. though i havent always got the time and energy to, ive been taking notes of designs and aus i see that i want to draw and my requests are literally almost always open (though rn i do have a backlog lololol ill get to it).
i dont really have a conclusion to this ig i just wanted to say its cool being excited about this lego show with you guys 👍 dm people and send asks and puts notes in the tags if you can because i think those fandom interactions go far in making the fandom a fun place to be in, at least for me :P
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☆ HOME ☆
and it feels like coming home, like Christmas morning with the people you love, like crayon masterpieces on walls, like impromptu dance parties in the kitchen. it swallows you whole and tucks you safely into bed. a nightlight, quelling the horrors of your mind. a balm, soothing and warm. home, as it turns out, has a heartbeat.
#is the paragraph cringe…? be honest… I’m not much of a writer ☹️#anyway…#sorry for being sappy on main#byler#will byers#mike wheeler#stranger things#will byers art#mike wheeler art#stranger things art#will byers fanart#mike wheeler fanart#stranger things fanart#elijah art#crazy together#sara… if ur seeing this… ily <3
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From your obedient brother, Juan. Duca di Gandía. Valencia, October 13, (1493) // From your brother who loves you as he loves himself, César Cardinal de Valencia. Rome, April 18, (1494)
#why are juan and cesare's real letters to each other so sappy i'm yelling#cringe yet highkey adorable i can't lie. another reason why i'm convinced it was joffre who killed juan because he was fucking sancia#but the again cesare was fucking sancia too so like idk. juan's murder stays a mystery i guess. maybe the orsinis?#the show used cesare's signature to juan in a negative context which makes it spicier tbh love me some rivalry#of course i'd use david and francois' juan and cesare lol like i'm sorry but their chemistry as bros is so crazy#in case it wasn't clear...the 1st pic is juan's letter to cesare and 2nd pic is cesare's letter to juan#“which i am all the more happy for the very great love i have for you” oh okay cesare!!#juan borgia#cesare borgia#the borgias#david oakes#francois arnaud#house of borgia#borgia#perioddramaedit#period drama#renaissance#juan and cesare#theborgiasedit#by jen
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i dont think fandom was a “mistake”. It’s gotten a lot more toxic and even i myself have been having less fun in the fandoms that im in, but i can never consider fandom a “mistake”.
they’re meant to be communities centered around the shared interest of (most of the time) a piece of media where you can show off your fanworks, favorite ships, cosplays, etc. And no matter how bad i can agree with others that it’s gotten, i just don’t think i can consider it a mistake, no matter how much i may complain about things in the fandoms im in lol.
#talk away ⌞🍵🍋 ⌝#I’m sorry if this is sappy#im just thinking lol#proship#profic#fandom#fandom positivity#anti cringe culture#kind of
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times before their big argument, a sappy little scribble comic of the el and her best friend (1/10)
#sorry for posting cringe i just realized i never put this here. take my sappy comics i get emotional about friends#theyre very dear and bittersweet to me#hopefully tumblr doesnt mess up this format#el#charlie#ocs#comics#eriunleashed
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wherever you are
-- mina / tzuyu. 888, fluff ; requested. MEN DNI.
maybe it was the way tzuyu was looking at her; maybe mina’s known all along.
mina wakes up to an empty bed, arms wrapped around blankets when it should be around someone else.
she turns over and reaches out groggily.
there's nothing but cold sheets and a space too large for mina herself.
tzuyu must be awake.
it's not even seven in the morning, yet here she is.
tzuyu’s already up and running.
she’d thought she could wake up earlier than tzuyu for once, maybe make her breakfast in bed. the least she could do for tzuyu’s birthday.
mina groans, and she would sleep in longer, but she also misses tzuyu already.
so, she hauls herself out of bed. trudges blindly to the kitchen.
it’s even colder outside the bedroom, makes it so easy for her to turn back.
but there’s a certain warmth that comes with the sight of it all –
of tzuyu humming in the kitchen, of tzuyu in mina’s kitchen.
of tzuyu with her, first thing in the mornings, before she’s even woken up.
“morning,” tzuyu says, voice velvety soft. perfect. “you’re up early.”
mina doesn’t reply yet; not much of a talker in the mornings.
tzuyu doesn’t expect her to.
instead, she reaches an arm out –
a silent invitation for mina.
three steps in, and mina is close enough to sink into her completely.
she takes a deep breath, takes all of tzuyu in.
the smell of mina’s sheets, the smell of tzuyu herself.
she sighs; shoulders dropping, muscles loosening. like lava to a mould, gently fitting herself into tzuyu.
she hears tzuyu’s heartbeat, steady and soothing in her ear.
their chests rise and fall together with every exhale, inhale. mina almost falls asleep again.
“happy birthday, tzu,” she mumbles under her breath. “i wanted to make you breakfast.”
tzuyu laughs. her chest rumbles lightly. “sorry, did i ruin your surprise?”
“kinda,” mina huffs, nosing at tzuyu’s jaw.
she plants feathery kisses in its wake, sweet.
tzuyu giggles at the tickle, squirming giddily.
but she still tilts her head ever so slightly, almost reflexively, to capture mina’s lips in a kiss.
and just like that, they’re making out in the kitchen, eyes fluttered close and bodies snug against each other.
it really is too easy for mina to give in – to forget why she was even here in the first place.
tzuyu draws out her kisses, slow and unhurried, and it sends such warmth to mina’s heart – one that settles pleasantly in her chest, like a weighted blanket.
this is my life now, i get to wake up to this every day.
the kiss lingers infinitely, neither of them wanting it to end; it’s as if they both woke up this early just so they could spend those extra minutes kissing each other.
mina sighs into it – tastes honey and sugar and everything sweet on tzuyu’s lips, feels all her worries melt away with tzuyu’s arms around her.
she can’t put a name on it, but tzuyu’s kisses taste like tzuyu.
this is love.
at the thought of it, mina pulls back.
this is love.
despite the suddenness, tzuyu just smiles. she looks at mina with genuine fondness.
of course she does, she’s never doubted mina’s love.
she’s told mina before, but mina has never truly understood it until now.
“i love you,” mina says, for the first time in a while.
for the first time to tzuyu, if that's even possible, with how long she's been feeling this.
maybe it was the way tzuyu was looking at her; maybe mina’s known all along.
“i love you, too,” tzuyu says.
easily, irrefutably.
everything that matters falls into place.
tzuyu.
into mina's hands, into mina's heart.
this is love.
“you should move in," mina tells her. “i don’t think i could go back to how it was before you.”
tzuyu chuckles, eyes curving into the prettiest crescents. “is this my birthday present?”
“it can be,” mina tightens her hold around her lover's waist. “but i would’ve asked even if it wasn’t your birthday.”
tzuyu hums; mina feels so deeply for her, does tzuyu even know?
“i know,” tzuyu says.
doesn’t she always?
“i’m practically moved in, anyways. aren’t i?”
mina smiles. “but now it’s official.”
"that has a nice ring to it," tzuyu muses.
mina hums in agreement.
seeing you here everyday has a nice ring to it.
“go," mina lays a palm on tzuyu's chest. "i’ll make breakfast.”
and so it goes.
tzuyu sits on the other side of the counter, watching mina work her way through their kitchen.
mina puts four eggs into a pot and pan fries some bread.
“did we get butter when we went grocery shopping yesterday?”
“yeah, bottom left,” tzuyu says. mina's head is in the fridge now. “what are you making?”
“nothing much. half-boiled eggs and toast,” mina pauses. “and butter!”
she raises her hand up in victory, the butter located.
tzuyu thinks she could definitely get used to it, waking up to mina just like this every day.
mina doesn’t take long; two slices of toast served with half-boiled egg over the top, and a piece of butter somewhere in there.
“try it,” mina beams.
so, tzuyu does – one bite out of it.
“how is it?”
it’s different – the egg more cooked than she’s used to, the toast much richer than she’s ever tried.
“tastes like the best birthday gift ever,” tzuyu grins.
it's different – because it's mina's.
bits of love scattered in how cooked she likes her eggs, how toasty she likes her bread.
she could get used to this. she already has.
tastes something similar to home.
an idea of what the rest of our lives together could be. an idea of everything i could never tire of.
you and me.
love, tzuyu thinks, this is love.
happy birthday to tzuyu, love in its entirety <3
thank you for reading! interactions truly appreciated, have an amazing tzuyu day <3
#twice imagines#mina x tzuyu#twice fluff#myoui mina#chou tzuyu#title: happy birthday to you by nayeon#mitzu#truly on of the best bsides!!! undefeated#thank you to ghostykapi for asking me to write mitzu <3#its short because i wanted to get it out in time for tzuyus bday but i hope its still good!!#sorry its so sappy but actually not sorry!!! i love sap i love cringe i love dramaticising the themes!#and the theme is always love!!!!#happy birthday tzuyu!!!#twice fics
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Violets & Shy Gladioli
I was going to write this a long while ago, but I forgot. Whoops. So yeah, here's the nerdy!Roman & skater!Virgil oneshot thingy. It's more of a crackfic/drabble. Not something very serious but still fun to write!
EDIT: whoops, not a drabble. It got plot now. This turned into something else, my bad. Hurt/comfort alert. If y'all want a part two or something, just put in an ask.
{@goldnskyart hey, hey you. Yes, you. I did a thing. I hope you like the thing.}
Prompt: here (from @goldnskyart)
Pairings: romantic Prinxiety, platonic Dukeceit, Creativitwins
Trigger/Content Warning: borderline stalking? (kind of??), sexual commentary, very brief mention of vague past trauma, bullying, panic attack, slur (twice very briefly; censored at my own discretion), brief dissociation, murder threats (towards the bullies)
Description: Virgil is a skater at the local skatepark. He notices he has a lil nerd watching him.
Extra: Human AU, Highschool AU; set in goldnskyart's Skateboards & Jam AU; idk romance works, so it'll be kind of bad. I've never written a kiss scene before, so prepare for sappy cringe.
[Masterlist] | ao3 link
[Read under the cut]
Roman is so unbelievably gay, like holy sh*t. Holy sh*t. He is so helpless.
Why must boys be so attractive?
At least, that's the reason he settles on as he watches a specific boy from behind a tree. It's at the local skatepark, where all the shakers and troublemakers tend to hang out. There are benches and a small playground nearby. The whole place is surrounded by oak trees and flowers. It almost feels like you're in another world there, but the sound of cars from the nearby road kind of ruins that.
It's very beautiful, oh indeed it is, and Roman is certain that the boy on his mind just makes it even prettier. Cause this skater boy is very pretty, and funny and kind- and oh, does Roman have it bad.
So yeah, there he is, watching the boy of his dreams from behind a tree near the skatepark.
No, it's not stalking- okay, it's close, but he promises that's not what it is. He's just nervous, okay? He's even tried talking to him at school, but it always ends with unintentional bickering and insulting jabs at each other. He hates how his nerves mess with his ability to function around boys. That, and the gay panic every time he sees him.
Virgil Cleome, a perfect array of purple jackets and snide smirks.
A skilled skater, by highschool standards. A baseball hat put on backwards in a cool fashion, a purple-patched jacket always on his shoulders, the one person who can wear eyeshadow under his eyes and make Roman fluster just from that. His eyes- oh, his eyes- are a heterochromic beauty. One dark green, the other something close to hazel or purple. Roman doesn't know if you could have a purple iris, but Virgil's is damn well close enough.
God, when he concentrates on something? When he's focused? Yeah, Roman could just die at that cute face he makes. The classic tongue-slightly-stuck-out. He also does this thing where he scrunches his nose up. Like, when he doesn't like something or when he's confused in a mocking kind of way. It's just- ugh. How dare he be so f*cking attractive and funny. And have you heard his laugh? Roman heard it once in passing, and he couldn't function for almost five gay minutes because of it. Like, holy hell. Jesus.
Like I said, Roman is helpless.
He feels like Eliza when he's around Virgil, and he wants him to be his Alexander.
So yeah. He's got it bad. He is entirely hopeless.
And that's why he hides behind a tree, watching his seemingly unrequited love have fun at the skatepark.
It's not like he ever notices, right?
...right?
~~~
Virgil definitely notices every time he's being watched by the cute nerd, too shy to actually approach him.
The fact that it's Roman kind of confuses him, since almost all their interactions are borderline hostile on a good day. At least, that's how it feels. Perhaps it's a rivalry, of sorts. Just bickering, insults, and weird nicknames that could pass off as pet names if you were an innocent bystander. But they aren't pet names, okay? Of course they f*cking aren't. Why would they be?
So then, why does Roman watch him shyly from a tree? He just... stares. It's borderline creepy, but that's not the issue. The issue is the fact that Virgil doesn't mind it. That he might like being watched by Roman- not in that way, don't make it weird- and likes his attention on him.
Also, how can Roman ever be so... nervous? Is that the right word?
Normally, when in school, he's always this pompous princely nerd with confidence pouring out of him. He knows what he's talking about. He's not very studious, not exactly, but he knows practically everything about theatre and its history. He knows a lot about history in general. And he's pretty great at the Creative Writing class they're both in.
His glasses are pretty cute, too. His smart little face, the red streak in his hair. The faintest of freckles on his cheeks and nose. The small moles on his neck. He's just so adorable-
Ack. Just f*cking- ugh. Why must Roman be so adorable yet so frustrating all at once?
Virgil is too gay for this sh*t. F*ck this. F*cking hell. Just- okay. He needs to chill out.
Just focus on skating. Ignore the cute little prince who keeps watching you. Just- jesus. Yeah, cause that's f*cking easy.
Virgil tries, he really does, but his mind keeps drifting to red bowties and clever comebacks. His skating buddies already know about his crush- not a crush, he tells them, he just thinks he's neat- and are frankly very tired of the obvious pining.
Hey, it's not pining- okay. Just- ya know what? F*ck you. Shut up.
Roman f*cking Solana.
Jesus.
It doesn't help that one of his friends, a fellow skater, is Roman's twin brother. So, he already sees Roman enough at school, but he also sees him whenever he hangs out with Remus at their house. They don't stay at the house for long, usually, and just go to the skatepark and meet up with Janus.
Yeah, being friends with Remus is always a new adventure. That also means the ungodly amount of innuendos and teasing just gets worse. Of course it f*cking does, it's Remus. As soon as he first heard about Virgil liking Roman in any romantic capacity, he would not leave the poor spiderling alone. That is, unless it got too close to a boundary line. Remus may have poor impulse control, but he'd never cross a boundary with his friends or family. He's not a monster.
He's a self-proclaimed freak, but not a monster.
Which brings them all to right now, a teasing Remus at the ready as Virgil messes up the same trick for the fifth time in a row.
"Dude, what's with you lately? You usually don't mess up that badly," an unnamed skater comments as Virgil gives up and sits down at a nearby bench.
Virgil rolls his eyes at the unnamed skater. Not worth his time. It's not like they're a part of his inner circle, anyway.
"He can't help it, little Virgey's distracted," Remus teases, wiggling his eyebrow.
"Shut up, Remus," Virgil grumbles.
Remus snickers at him.
"Aww, but it's so fun f*cking with you."
Virgil rolls his eyes again, this time at Remus.
"Then again, I know who you'd really like to f*ck with. Well, more like who you'd like to f*ck."
Virgil chokes on air for a moment, his face now burning red. The unnamed skater turns bright pink in second-hand embarrassment and shuffles away, deciding now is a good time to go back to skating. Virgil glares at Remus in his own embarrassment as the green-coded dumbass cackles at him.
"Remus," he scorns, voice cracking at the implication.
"Listen, you're so easy. I just- ha! You're so red!"
Virgil hides his face in his hands, groaning loudly in annoyance.
Where is Janus when you need him? God, the one time he gets too sick to come and skate with us. God f*cking damnit. F*cking bastard.
Janus is usually the one who Remus would listen to. Those two had been through thick and thin, in a lot more ways than Virgil had been with them. There are just some things, some very bad things, that unite people together in such a close bond. Going through trauma together is... it's something they hope Virgil will never experience. It's something that brought those two so close together, but both of them still wish it hadn't happened. The world tends to be a truly cruel place to those who just want to be.
Anyway, after a while of Remus tormenting Virgil, they go back to skating. Remus tends to do more dangerous stunts as if they were at a beginner level. Virgil sticks with what he knows, what he can't mess up, being what his friends call 'stupidly safe' and 'boring'.
Virgil still thinks back to Roman, who is currently hiding behind his signature tree. What he'd never admit is how Roman's attention on him makes his heart beat out of his chest. How his voice makes his heart flutter like a bunch of dumb little moths. How he makes him laugh and let himself exist. How this damned nerd makes him... just smile. He doesn't just smile for anyone. The stupid f*cking cherry-red bowtie. The spotlights in his eyes.
He and Remus may be twins, but they don't exactly look like twins. And that makes it so much easier to feel so cheesy about him. He could never feel cheesy, in any romantic capacity, about Remus or Janus. They're more like family than anything. Oh, but Roman...
God. He wanted to be the Jack to Roman's Sally.
Like I said, he feels so f*cking cheesy about Roman.
After a while of f*cking with each other like they always do, Remus decides to abruptly leave. Virgil asks where the f*ck does he think he's running off to, only to get a one-word answer. That reasonably excuses him.
"Janny!" Remus shouted as he skated away on the sidewalk in the park, heading towards the neighborhood.
Virgil shakes his head fondly. Janus doesn't even need to text or call Remus for the octopus-loving weirdo to know he needs him. A friend instinct, Virgil supposes. Part of their uniquely close platonic bond. Some weird ass sh*t.
Not wanting to skate without one of his friends, cause that just feels weird, Virgil decides to retire early for the day. He goes back to the bench he sat on earlier, setting his board wheels-up by his feet. Finally resting there for a moment, sighing as his back relaxes. He glances over at where Roman probably still is, but-
But he's... not there?
Maybe he had to leave for some reason? Like, his mom called him or something. That happens. Right? Yeah. It's probably fine.
I wish he was still here, though.
Virgil stops himself before he can pout.
Stop, stop it. You're not even friends. This shouldn't f*cking bother you. He's fine.
Why does it bother him?
It just feels wrong. Odd. He's just normally still there, and...
And he's grown attached.
Ah, f*ck me.
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Roman is in theatre. He's almost always the star of the show, the central sun in a musical. When he's on stage, he truly becomes a prince. Whatever his role is, he is. It's a nice sight to see.
So yeah, he's in the Drama club, of course. What thespian wouldn't be? And they always meet on Tuesdays after school. So, as far as Virgil knows, Roman is still at school afterhours on Tuesdays. So is Remus, but that's only because their mom makes them walk home together.
Today is no different.
Virgil somehow managed to get an after school detention. He'd been too 'disruptive' during class (he was having a panic attack, how the f*ck-), and now has to stay in the library until all the clubs got out. Great. Just f*cking great. Another reason why he hates his dumb math teacher. Because of course, of course being emotionally distressed is less important than f*cking algebra.
Anyway.
So, there's very few people he knows who have after school activities. I mean, he's not the only one ever who gets detention, but apparently today is an exception because he's the only student there that isn't a library tech. He simply listens to music with his headphones on, doing homework so he doesn't have to deal with it later. He has one headphone out, but only so the librarians can't yell at him for it. They usually don't care, but detention students are some sort of disease or something because they eye him like a pack of f*cking vultures. To be fair, Virgil isn't ever really in there unless he has detention. And, you know, your classic stereotypes and narrow-minded assumptions you see from people who need a large heap of therapy. So yeah, not a great time.
Being watched by the librarians isn't helping Virgil focus, and he's two seconds from f*cking decking one of them. The library tech doesn't seem to care. They're just shelving books and minding their own damn business. Virgil likes the tech better.
Aside from the dumbass Karen librarians, there's some sort of commotion coming from the hallway. It could be the theatre kids; the library is close by the Theater. It's all shouty and sh*t, loud and all that. The future scholars in dramatics, otherwise known as actors, tend to always be loud and mildly disruptive. It's not anything new.
Virgil tries to scribble the last of a science formula down, wanting nothing more than the school day to be over. It's not over until he gets to leave. And he can't f*cking leave yet. Stupid b*tch of a teacher. Just- ugh. Math sucks.
Virgil startles when he hears something that sounds like a slap. He sharply turns his head to the doors, which are left open until the clubs are over.
What the f*ck.
He knows his school has bullies. In fact, he's had his fair share of dunderheads picking on him for sh*t he can't control. But most of the students are gone, and only ones who aren't are the theatre or art club kids. And the art room is all the way at the other end of the school. So, the only kids who'd be here... would be the theatre kids... but he's never known any of them to- well, he's seen more gay-ass motherf*ckers in there than he can count, and they sure as hell aren't ones to be assholes unless someone actually deserves it. Or to be funny, in a sassy and dramatic way. Which is the reason why Virgil doesn't mind them. They don't really bother anyone.
Another suspiciously violent sound and a cry of pain, and Virgil flinches. He stops his work. He can't focus with all that noise, and the fact that someone could be getting hurt right now.
"Stop being so dramatic. God, you'd think he'd learn by now?" one voice complains.
"I know, right? He's so annoying! You wouldn't be in this situation if you kept your mouth shut," a second one adds.
A poorly-concealed whimper.
"Okay, that's it. We're being nice, you know we are. But I am two seconds from making your day a whole lot worse," a third one threatens.
Virgil feels stuck in his seat. God, he wants to get up and march over there, and just- what poor kid are they tormenting? It sounds like there's three of them- bullies always travel in groups- and their victim sounds so hurt.
He hears frantic mumbling, and he wishes he isn't so anxious because he'd like to help now, thank you. The worrying thing is he recognizes the first voice. It's familiar, but also not, and that's not a good sign. It's familiar in a bad way, in a 'oh god please not be them' kind of way.
"You were just saying how we shouldn't do what exactly? Hmm? Aww, why so quiet now?" the second one continues.
"I think he's scared, Jackson," says the third one.
"Oh Kayla, I think so, too."
The second one, Jackson, snickers at whoever the victim is. More mumbling. Something happens, and the first one seems to speak again, but it's muffled. The third one, Kayla, laughs at whatever the victim's reaction is.
Jesus, what's f*cking wrong with them? I need to get up and get someone. What do I do, what do I do? I don't know what to do.
Virgil still feels frozen to his seat. He hates how he doesn't know. How he can't f*cking move. Why must his own anxiety paralyze him like this? He's not even the one getting bullied. It just reminds him... of someone. It's getting kinda triggering at this point, even though he can't pinpoint who it reminds him of. He just feels so f*cking stuck.
Someone shushes Jackson and Kayla. Probably the first voice, who's probably the leader of their cruel trio.
"Hush now, stop being a baby. You asked for this when you got in my way, you stupid attention wh*re," the first one lows their voices in such a cold, cynical way.
Virgil loses it when he hears that.
Omg, omg, omg. What the f*ck. They called them a f*cking slur.
He feels so mortified for whoever their victim is.
Okay, that's it. F*ck this, f*ck my stupid anxiety. That's not okay. Those f*cking b*tches.
Virgil blindly bolts to his feet, leaving his headphones and everything behind on the table. He ignores the librarians' steely eyes and quiet shouts for him to sit down. He runs out the f*cking library, nothing but pure adrenaline fueling him. It's all of a blur of him running over there, but luckily- or unluckily, cause how are no adults handling this- the commotion isn't that far. In fact, it's near the Theater. In the hallway in-between that separates it from the library. Where anyone could see.
Out in the open and no one's helping, dear f*cking god.
And Virgil isn't exactly quiet as he runs over. So, the bullies hear the footsteps rapidly approaching them. One of them mutters something like hey, maybe we should not get our asses caught, and what sounds like three pairs of footsteps scatter around. When Virgil gets there, all he sees is a heap of white and red crouched on the ground. They look shaky and small, so damn small, and their bowtie looks a little f*cked up.
Wait, bowtie? Red bowtie. Wait- omg. Oh sh*t.
That's Princey, the cute little nerd, looking small and terrified on the hallway floor. His glasses are the only thing that don't look damaged. His clothes look scuffed up. Tears are pouring down his face, from eyes that look too dazed. A hand mark on his cheek-
Those little assholes. I'm going to f*cking kill them. I'm going to sink Remus on them, and he's going to kill them. I-
Wait... if Roman is here, then...
Where is Remus?
Virgil shoves his thoughts away as he carefully approaches the poor little thing, crouching down to his eye level. He looks distant, almost like he's somewhere else. Maybe he is. Maybe he's mentally somewhere away from all that just happened. Somewhere that feels safer.
When Virgil puts a soft touch to Roman's shoulder, however, he flinches hard. He startles, turning sharply to face Virgil. His eyes are now very aware of where he is, frantic and panicked.
Oh, Princey...
Virgil takes his hand away, going slowly so Roman can see his movements. The poor nerd is panting like a cornered animal. Scared, he looks so scared.
"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now, Princey. It's just me, Virgil. You know me, yeah?"
He keeps his voice low and soft, easing just a little bit of the panic out of the poor thing's eyes.
That's better.
He still looks a little scared, though. It takes him a moment, but then recognition lights up in his eyes. He whimpers.
"Oh sweetheart, it's okay. I'm right here. You're safe now."
Virgil carefully cups the nerd's non-hurt cheek, thumbing away unnoticed tears. Princey flinches as soon as he feels touch- it's less, but still- but calms down as he realizes it's just Virgil.
Virgil would never hurt him. Virgil is safe. Virgil is good.
They may tease each other, but it's never to go as far as intentionally hurting someone.
Roman remains tense, but slowly melts as Virgil moves his other hand to card through his hair. He lets out an undignified whine, leaning into the touch.
"There, I've got you."
Roman leans against Virgil, resting his unhurt half on his shoulder. His face squished against him, letting himself relax a little more. Virgil moves his hand from his face, wrapping his arm around the poor prince. He holds him now, keeping close and cuddled in his lap. Roman's head falls until it rests against Virgil's chest. He can hear his heart beating. It sounds a lot calmer than his own. A hand still cared through his hair.
"You need to breathe, sweetheart. C'mon, breathe with me, okay?"
Roman slightly nods. He listens to Virgil's heart, trying to match his breathing to it. His lungs stutter a few times, but the constant stream of comfort and reassurance helps. After a while of finally breathing, he just collapses into a limp lump of exhaustion into Virgil's arms. He doesn't tremble or shake anymore- hardly at all- and instead focuses on the feel of warmth that his rival-friend-person gives. He doesn't know how to categorize them quite yet, but it seems pretty friendly right now.
Which makes him wonder why they aren't usually friendly like this. Maybe Virgil's just being kind. Maybe it's pity. At this moment though, he doesn't find the energy to care. He basks in the safe, safe, safe person holding him.
"There you go. Good job, sweetheart. You're okay. I've got you, I promise."
They just breathe together for a moment. Just co-exist and the world feels frozen, halted. Like nothing could get them, no harm could come their way, no evil could touch them. Roman's eyes droop, very much ready to fall asleep like this. He's all relaxed and calm now. He's okay. He's safe in Virgil's arms. His glasses screw up a bit as he somehow melts further into the purple-themed skater. He hears a soft chuckle from somewhere.
"You relaxed, Princey? All nice and cozy?"
"Mhm."
"Good, that's good. As long as you feel safe, sweetheart."
Had Roman been more awake than he is, he would've blushed at the pet name. But he isn't, so it flies completely over his head. He feels warm and floaty, and just all light. He likes this feeling. He doesn't want it to go away. Secure in safe arms. Safe, safe, safe.
A text beeps off somewhere. Roman idly wonders if his phone. He gets answered, unfortunately, as he feels Virgil move slightly against him. Probably pulling something out of his pocket. By the sound of it, it's his phone. Another text beeps. Sounds of typing. Virgil sighs, something like relief, and types more. Sends whatever he types to whoever texted him. Another text comes in. Virgil makes an idle hm noise. He puts his phone away.
He holds onto Roman tighter, a protective huff slips out. He pauses for a moment, glancing down at Princey.
"You comfortable like this, Princey? Not hurt anywhere, are you? Besides the, uh, the face."
Roman hums.
"Jus' the face," he provides.
The mark on his face still slightly burns, but it's manageable. Tolerable. Not hurt that much anymore.
"'Kay, good."
He readjusts to hold him tight again. Roman finally closes his eyes, nearly passing out from the sh*t that just happened. It doesn't process in his gay mind that he's practically sleeping against his crush. Yeah, a little too exhausted for the thought to even cross his mind.
"Hey, sweetheart. Remus is on his way, okay?"
"Mm, Re?"
"Yeah, Re. Your bro's on his way to help."
"'m fine, though."
"Princey."
"Mm, really. Safe now."
Virgil smiles at that, warmth spreading in his chest. And not from the fact that he has a body against him.
"Good that you're safe. But you went through something scary. We gotta talk about it."
Roman groans sleepily.
"If it makes you too uncomfortable, we won't. But we need to know who did the sh*t, so they can get their asses whooped."
Roman huffs out a laugh at the mention of 'asses whooped'. Not something he thought he'd hear from Virgil, but funny nonetheless.
"Little sleepy head."
"Not little."
"Could've fooled me, all sleepy and small like this. You're just a little puddle."
Roman makes a half-hearted noise of protest, but just drifts off after that. His breathing evens out, and now he's asleep. Virgil's heart melts because he feels safe enough to sleep in my arms, omg.
After a few minutes, he hears a worried shout.
"Roman? Roro?"
Ah yeah, that's Remus. Worried Brother™ mode is activated, isn't it?
"Ro? Vi, where are- oh. Okay, good. Right there. Okay."
Remus spots them on the ground as soon as he turns the corner. He barrels down the hallway to them, muttering about how they're right there, they've got each other, Virgil ain't gonna let anyone hurt him. He nearly crashes into them as he runs and dives to sit by Virgil and his sleeping brother.
"Whoa, hey. Hey, he's okay. I've got him. He's also asleep, so be careful, Rem."
The light chide dies on Virgil's tongue as Remus growls protectively at sight of his hurt twin. Virgil sighs, knowing Remus isn't going to listen to him while Roman is like this. He doesn't blame him. Roman comes first, always.
Remus catches the mark on Roman's face, and his growl intensifies. Virgil stopped carding a hand through the poor nerd's hair a little bit ago, instead just holding him like something precious. That being said, he sees the pure and horribly overwhelming worry in Remus' eyes. And decides to hand over the sleeping prince.
"Rem, here. He's okay now. He's safe and okay. Right here."
Remus takes his brother carefully. The sleepy Roman whines in protest as he feels Virgil let go of him. The emo skater makes a comforting noise and mutters about what he's doing so the other will be calm. Once fully in his arms, Remus hugs the life out of his brother and holds him in his lap. Roman lets out a pleased hum as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber. He nuzzles into his brother, clinging onto his shirt like a little kid. Remus rests his chin on top of his brother's head.
"...who the f*ck messed with him?"
Remus' glare is deadly and cold, but he doesn't look at Virgil. It's not directed towards him, anyway.
Yep, there's the Protective Twin™ mode.
"I don't know. He hasn't said anything yet, looked a little scared to."
Virgil's voice nearly matches Remus' in cold venom. It's low and cruel, and he's going to do horrible things to the people who did this.
Virgil glances at Remus as he kisses his brother's hair softly.
"I told him we need the name of those f*ckers. I technically didn't ask him, but he still seemed... he's just so tired, Rem."
Virgil's voice almost cracks with emotion near the end. Remus grunts in response. His grip on his brother doesn't waver, not even for a millisecond.
"I heard names of two outta three, though."
Remus sharply turns to him, demanding the names with nothing but a look.
"I- I heard it from the library. One of them is, uh, Jackson. The other one is Kayla, I think."
Remus' eyes wide slightly for a second at the mention of Kayla, and it doesn't take basic observation skills to realize that he may know her. Probably not for a good reason. Virgil doesn't ask.
"There were three?"
"I didn't catch the third's name."
"And where were you, then? How could you hear names but not stop this sh*t from happening?"
Remus' voice cracks mid-sentence. Tears prick at his eyes, and he glares at Virgil like it could be his fault. Maybe it is. Maybe if he wasn't a little coward, he could've stopped it. If only he didn't fail at such an important time.
"I- I was in detention, and- uh, and I heard noise and voices, but I froze and I couldn't move-"
Remus' face softens, regret flooding in as his friend stumbles over panicked words.
"Hey, hey. Sorry. I know you wouldn't hurt him."
Virgil simply nods curtly, easing himself out of his own panic.
"I found him, dazed and on the floor. Rem- Remus, he looked so terrified."
I should've got to him. Goddamit, why am I so f*cking stupid? Just- what the f*ck is wrong with me?
Remus bumps Virgil's shoulder lightly, bringing him out of his thoughts. His own tears threaten to spill. He simply sniffles and wills them away. At least, he holds those stupid tears in for as long as he can.
"...I'm gonna beat and kill their asses."
"I'll bring the bat."
The duo lightly chuckles at each other for a moment. They focus back on Roman, who looks so peaceful in his sleep. Peaceful and safe. It's almost surreal, in a way. He was just hurt by some dumbf*cks, and now he looks like nothing's wrong in the world. They almost don't want to wake him up.
He beats them to it though, groaning and slowly opening his eyes. He first notices purple patches across from him. Then the fact he's being hugged into the Aether, hugged by someone strong and... is that green on their weird vest thing? Wait, green...
He sees Remus' signature skull necklace, and everything catches up to him.
Remus is here. Re is here and I am safe. Safe. Virgil's here, too.
He feels soreness creeping in as he wakes up more.
Ugh... goddammit.
He groans in slight pain.
Wait f*ck- Virgil is here. Holy sh*t. Omg, omg-
And then a little bit of gay panic sets in.
Roman feels his face heat up slightly, and he hides it in Remus' chest. Remus, being the ever-loving twin that he is, just snorts at him once he notices him blushing. Virgil raises an eyebrow at him, but Remus just ignores it and snickers.
"Mm, f*ck you, Re," Roman mutters.
"Yeah, he's okay," Remus says.
"Pft- you good, Princey? What's got you hiding?"
Virgil's own tears are long forgotten as he watches Roman groan pathetically, oblivious to the fact he's a little flustered because of him.
"Seriously though, are you okay?" Virgil's voice softens again.
Roman peeks out from his hiding place, nodding.
"Hm. Then why don't we talk about it, if you're okay and all? We still have asses to maim."
The princely nerd huffs, sitting up in his brother's lap. He avoids their gazes as he speaks.
"'s nothing to worry about."
Remus gives him a the f*ck it isn't look.
"Nothing to- Roro, they left a mark on you. They hit you. That's something to worry about."
"Re-"
"He's right, Princey. They shouldn't be messing with you like. No one gets to f*ck with you like that."
A few seconds of tense silence.
"it's not like it's anything new..." he mumbles.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm killing them-"
Roman tugs on Remus as soon as he feels him try to get up, telling him to stay. Remus rolls his eyes affectionately, staying put and keeping a hold on his hurt brother.
"Fine. Later, then."
"Princey, I- what? Have they been hurting you for a while?"
"...I should be able to take it."
"Oh, no- no, sweetheart, that's not what I meant."
Roman blushes lightly at the pet name, but Virgil ignores it.
"Yeah."
"Oh, Princey..."
"Ro, why didn't ya just tell me? Or us? I could've used Ma's hunting knife on them! Perfect practice!"
"She would kill you if you took her knife, dumbass."
"Not if she knew it was to protect you."
Roman rolls his eyes. Virgil is about ready to steal their mom's knife himself because who the f*ck do they think they are?
Then, he remembers something he heard back when he was in the Library.
Wait, didn't they call him a- oh, oh sh*t. I'm gutting them, omg.
"Sweetheart, how long have they... called you things?"
Roman shrinks, knowing exactly what he's asking. He sheepishly shrugs. Remus makes a concerned, confused face.
"What are they calling you? Bro-bro?"
"...'s fine. It's not that bad."
"Not that- Roman," Virgil's voice bleeds with horror and worry.
Roman huffs stubbornly.
"Ro? What are they calling you?"
He stays quiet, still avoiding their gazes. He feels embarrassed about this entire situation. He should be able to handle it fine, shouldn't he? He's smart and charismatic. He's a prince, if theatre is anything to go by. Aren't princes supposed to be strong?
Isn't he supposed to be strong?
"Roman- Princey, can I tell him? If you won't, then can I?"
That nickname is sounding a little too endearing, and Roman is on the verge of giving in just from that. He meets Virgil's eyes, not expecting the utter weight of naked concern on his face. He bites his lip before nodding and hiding his face in Remus' chest again.
"They called him a slur."
Virgil feels ready to cry again as he speaks, and he's not even the one who got hurt.
"They did what?" anger bleeds through Remus' voice.
He holds Roman tighter, if that's even possible at this point. Roman whimpers as the smallest echo of the slur replays in his head.
"I'm killing them, I'm f*cking killing them. I'm burying them ten feet underground, and I'm killing them."
Roman grips Remus' vest as he tries to push the faint memory of the bullies did out of his mind.
"They don't have any f*cking right to-"
"Not new."
Remus stills. He almost pales as he processes his twin's words. Virgil, in fact, does go pale.
"Roro?"
"Oh, God-"
"Ro, bro-bro, they- they f*cking what?"
"I got a role they wanted. I always get a role they want. They don't like it when I get what they want. It's... 's fine. Nothin' new."
"Oh sweetheart, that's not fine. They- they shouldn't be calling you a slur over a cast role."
"Those b*tches-"
"I should be able to handle it. I'm- I'm supposed to be a prince, aren't I? Princes handle things on their own."
Princes are supposed to be strong, he thinks but doesn't say.
"That's... sweetheart, no. No, princes can ask for help if they need it."
"...but I'm supposed to be strong. Mom calls me her prince, and I want to be strong."
"Asking for help is strong, sweetheart. Strong is being scared and hurt, but surviving anyway."
"Ma calls you her prince because you are strong."
"She also calls you a gremlin Dorito because you have a weird obsession with demonic triangles."
"Cipher is f*cking funny-"
"He literally rips teeth from a deer, what the f*ck-"
Virgil spares a snort as the brothers briefly bicker.
"Not the point, Ro. She also calls me her duke because she said I was meant to be different from you. That you and I are both her precious royals."
Roman hums in response.
Virgil shuffles closer, sitting against Remus' arm. There's more silence. Remus is plotting death for those b*tches who hurt his brother. Virgil is probably doing the same, though he keeps glancing at Roman to make sure he's alright. Today was just total sh*t, huh?
"...they called me an attention wh*re."
Roman's voice cracks as he whispers, curling up in Remus' arms and wanting nothing more than today to have never happened. Remus growls protectively, resting his chin on Roman's head again. Virgil takes one of the nerd's hands, squeezing it softly. He squeezes back.
"Logan's dad knows the principle," Virgil says, rubbing circles on the nerd's knuckles. "Patton told me. We could f*cking get them."
Remus nods sharply as Roman seems to drift off somewhere.
They three stay there, in the empty hallway, as clubs end and other students decide to avoid the murderous looks on Remus' and Virgil's faces.
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It's not even two days later when Jackson, Kayla, and Jackass Number 3 get expelled from school.
Not only does Logan's dad know the principle, but he also seems to be old friends to the district's Superintendent as well. Apparently, his dad knows some friends in high places. Good thing Virgil is intent on remaining on Logan's good side.
Roman and Virgil walk to school together, mainly because Janus is feeling better and Remus wanted to go f*ck some fences up with him. Plus, Roman's mom is even more insistent on him having a walking buddy now that she knows he'd been bullied. As overprotective as she can be, his mom cares a whole lot more about her sons than anything else.
She sneaked a wink at Roman when Virgil came over to walk with him, since his brother couldn't take him anyways. Remus must've tattled on his gay ass because now his mom kept giving this look whenever Virgil visited.
So yes, now he walks with his crush to school. As Remus is being a little criminal and doing God knows what, Roman is fighting a gay panic. Virgil's hand has brushed his twice already, and he thinks he might die if it happens again.
He drifts off into thought for a moment, wondering about a couple of days ago.
"Hey, Virgil?" his voice stays surprisingly steady as his heart thrums in his chest.
"Yeah, Princey?" Virgil glances over at him, and oh god, gay panic, now's not the time.
"Uh, when you... I mean, back when you found me in that hallway and helped me out, uh- well..."
Virgil's gaze softens. He offers a hand, and Roman takes it hesitantly. He squeezes lightly, causing the nerd exhale his nervousness.
"Um, when that happened, you kept calling me 'sweetheart'," Roman couldn't stop the smile on his face. "What was that about?"
His chest burst into butterflies as they both stop walking, and Virgil gives a fond smirk. He avoids Roman's gaze now, a light blush on his face.
"I- uh, sh*t. F*ck, sh*t," he mutters.
Roman waits, though his eager heart beats loudly against his chest.
"I, um... I care about you. You're important to me."
Hi, yes, hello. Uh, Roman's not here right now. He's currently bursting into a million fireworks.
"You- uh, what way do you mean?" Roman can feel how red his face is.
This is when Virgil looks at him, anxious and biting his lip. Flustered, he's flustered the skater boy. His face is red too, though debatably not as red as the nerd. No, Roman's face almost matches his bowtie.
Virgil takes Roman's other hand, shaking slightly from nerves. He stops biting his lip. He risks a brief glance at Roman's lips, and- omg. Omg, I'm going to die.
Both of their faces are burning bright red.
"You... want me to be your sweetheart?" Roman is breathless, and honestly a little overwhelmed by the fact his crush stared at his lips, oh Jesus f*cking Christ.
"Yeah, if you'd have me..." Virgil is just as breathless as they glance into each other's eyes, baring their souls and hearts to one another.
"I'd, uh- yeah, I'd like that."
Virgil moves one of his hands to hold the back of Roman's neck, and Roman's now-free hand rests on Virgil's shoulder. They both glance at each other's lips, hearts pounding and butterflies swarming their insides.
"Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" Virgil looks at him gay in the eyes, and Roman nearly melts.
"Yes," is all the nerd can muster.
They lean in awkwardly, considering they're inexperienced highschoolers, brushing their lips together. They each pull back from some initial shock, slowly leaning back as they gain what little confidence they have. They quickly peck each other, nerves turning into bursts of explosive colour and excitement in their guts. Roman looks at Virgil, his heart fluttering as he recovers from that. Virgil smiles fondly at him. His sweetheart- omg, he's his sweetheart now- smiling back. They're both in a daze. Faces bright pink, heads feeling light like clouds, and hands stay surprisingly steady as they gaze at each other.
It takes them a few moments before they realize that they're going to be late for school.
"Oh sh*t- uh, school's about to start," Virgil cusses as he takes his hand from the back of Roman's neck and looks at the time on his phone.
"Uh, yep. Yep, we should probably go an'- and stuff," his nerd awkwardly stumbles over his words, moving his hand off of Virgil's shoulder.
Virgil pockets his phone as they continue walking to school, picking up the pace a little. They still hold hands as they go. Gay panic roaring in their minds, a swirling mix of emotions leftover from kissing and confessing.
They don't part until needing to go down separate hallways for class.
#oatmeal ink pens#Ro's mom definitely makes the >:3 face whenever Virgil visits now#romantic prinxiety#prinxiety#sanders sides#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders#pls read the warnings#pls#remus sanders#background dukeceit#platonic dukeceit#remus and janus are besties#this wasn't supposed to be this long WHOOPS#creativitwins#platonic creavtivitwins#protective remus#i've rewritten this like 5 times already#this is so bad actually#the ending is rushed#sorry goldnskyart#it's not the best#idk what i was doing (lmao)#Logan is mentioned but not featured#uh and Patton is also mentioned#THIS IS SO GAY - OMG#they kiss#they're both so awkward and sappy - this is so cringe omggg
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it's healthy to go back and reread all the nice comments people have left on your writing i think :3
#this isn't a shitpost by the way i'm serious#i'm phrasing it like a shitpost because haha feelings cringe or whatever but genuinely it's giving me such an incredible boost#both in my general mood but in my belief in my writing skills too#you're all so kind and i appreciate every single comment you guys leave on my fics whether that's on ao3 or in the tags on tumblr#but yeah seriously going back and rereading compliments people have left on your writing is good for your mental health so go do that#and readers please write comments if you can !!! on any and all fics you enjoy !!#even a “💙” or a “loved this !!” is enough to make my day and boost my confidence and i know it's exactly the same for most writers#i'm feeling sappy and very appreciative of you all and i'm making it everyone's problem can you tell sdfjhbsdkf#anyway i'm going to continue reading and replying to comments then do some work and then come back and do some writing#because yay !! the motivation is sparked through nice comments and lovely people ehehe >:)#husband rambles#these tags are LONG i'm sorry O_O
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we need to kill and bury the idea that love is a limited well. love is a deep pool that never empties. love is a cycle like a fountain. love is like a river that empties into an ocean that feeds a river that feeds an ocean. love is like the old grass that dies to feed a deer which dies to feed the new grass. if you give love it will be given back to you. how could I ever run out of love when I give it to the same people that produce it in me. love swells in me endlessly whenever I watch them smile. their laughter is the sun and I will feed them the fruit they grow in my chest and they will smile more because I have given them love and I will feel the sun in me again and the vines growing around my ribs. energy may be limited but love is infinite. love is in everything. I love love and I love loving.
#sorry for being cringe and sappy but also I refuse to apologize for being earnest on the being earnest website.#you will take my bad unedited rambling post from my heart and you will like it
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i love all my friends/mutuals (one in the same really) and i want them all to be happy and well and this is not a joke
#im sorry i dont reach out more#i am unfortunately awkward and lame#but still#folansstuff rambles#is this cringe? a little#but its true and also im tired as fuck and feeling sappy
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"You remembered?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
Happy birthday to my partner, my lover, my sweetheart. I've spent three birthdays with you now, and I couldn't be happier, and I couldn't be more in love. Whatever life has in store for us, I can face it, knowing you're there by my side. I love you, Yuyu.
Reblogs appreciated! Gan.yu (right) uses she/her! S/I (left) uses they/them!
#Art 🎨#yuyu 🍨#sorry the caption. got a little sappy. I just#you guys... I love her so much. she's just so incredible#sorry for being cringe but I want to spend my life with her no matter what we go through. okay#I like me better when I’m with you 🍨
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i would give the world just to tell him i love him one more time
#messages from the stars#someone tag#ughhhh sorry for being so sappy and sad and gay and cringe about my ex today
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hi hi lovelies!! i just wanted to say thank you to everyone for all the love & kind words on 'the unexpected protagonist' o (^‿^✿)
i had started it on a whim from a random burst of inspiration, & it's now quickly grown to be a big passion project of mine hehe. returning to writing after two years was a bit daunting but all you lovely people have made me remember why i started in the first place!!
i've taken a few days away from the smau to avoid burnout, & also because i'm SWAMPED with work lately (.﹒︣︿﹒︣.) but i promise next update will be out in the next few days!
that's enough yapping from me lolol thank you again & i ador3 you all ♡
#angebabbles#sorry i just felt cringe#EW EW SAPPINESS!!!#ok but fr#i have a lot planned#IM EXCITED#ILY ALL!!!!
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i get dangerously close to posting super ugly close up photos of my face sometimes. its a normal joke in my friends group chats and stuff so i literally see nothing wrong with it until i remember i have more than like 15 followers and none of them know what i look like
#labyposting#or who i am actually#like i “know” some of you guys and i consider you friends for sure#but i literally have no idea who you are#which sucks because i want to#i love learning more about all of my mutuals. i love talking to you guys and i love looking at your art and i love when we play together an#and make jokes or laugh at something together or make something together or make something for eachother#its all really awesome. im high sorry guys tearing up a little#all of my mutuals and followers and following and everyone ive chatted with in passing before on here through this fandom#you are all so great to me. its really incredible to get the chance to interact!#i have to find the point im trying ot make before i start crying for real#even if i dont know you. i love you. i think is what im trying to say#even if i can't get the chance to really know who you are like a best friend would#im sappy and gross this is cringe#post cancelled go suck cocks or something idk
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Hellll nooooooo😭😭😭😭😭
#OK BUT i kind of went crazy like thats literally him i think#i b so bored in first period i was on gacha this morning like my life depended on it i had a Vision#i made garroth too but he looks so stupid he’s hidden away😭😭#IMMA POST THE REST OF MU GACHAS THEY ARE ACTYALLY SO AWESOME#I never had a gacha phase as a pre teen and decided it’s never too late like last month before downlaoding#IDK WHY I EAS NEVER ON THIS IN FIFTH WHEN LIKE EVERYONE ELSE WAS THIS APP IS SO FUN#i literally go to the best high school ever and have the best friends ever literally no one cares what cringe ass thing people do#ive neverhad to feel ashamed abt my corny interests and imma b real i literally wouldn’t even have any corny interests if everyone wasn’t so#nice like😭😭😭😭It’s an encouraging environment u would NEVER see me doing this stuff in middle school i think it’s like the County school vibe#Sorry i got side tracked kind of I WISH I COULD TALK ABOUT HOW GENKUENLY GRATEFUL I AM ON TWT BUT I FEEL LIKE THATS SO SAPPY like no one#is thinking abt it that deeply but I AM im SO HAPPY to be in a place where i’m cherished and appreciated and where people will listen to my#mcd rant during lunch even fhough they have no idea wtf im talking about like GUYS☹️☹️☹️❤️#ougghhhh shout out to class of 2025 and my School in general and mt Friends obviously i love fhem so much
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I think about the death of sincerity in media and how it affects us a lot and upon rewatching Tangled for the first time in years I realized that Disney Animation’s transition from Princess and the Frog to that movie, and the mass wave of action comedy in animated films in general, is a striking example of that death of sincerity, especially since it came 2 years off the heels of the first MCU entry
I’m not even saying Princess and the Frog is that great, god knows it has glaring issues, I more mean when compared to Tangled there was a clear conscious decision to step away from sincerity to make it more “cool” and marketable
Anytime we have an emotional or corny moment it has to be balanced out by several winks and nudges to the audience lest they start thinking it’s cringe, we need snappy one word titles because fairy tales are lame now; “Princess and the Frog didn’t fail because we gave it the worst possible release window, it failed because it had Princess in the title and was too darn archaic!”
Rapunzel singing to make her hair glow has to immediately be followed up by Flynn freaking out for laughs, him trying to reconcile with the horse is met with a deadpan stare and “yeah nevermind haha we should just go”, and their subsequent films would just keep piling this shit on as if their past works had to be *corrected* somehow, like being genuinely embarrassed of their legacy (i.e. Frozen beating us over the head with “lol you cant just fall in love that quickly that’s stupid!”) Oddly enough Dreamworks, the company that started the trend in the first place, picked up the slack with Puss in Boots kind of Yea it’s still an action comedy movie, but the jokes weren’t rooted in pandering to irony poisoning, and even riffs on Disney for its unwillingness to have a fun villain that just loves being evil anymore (while still also making room for antagonists that are lovable and sympathetic) It retains its huge amount of heart and guess what! People fuckin loved it!!! It reached a huge general audience almost purely by word of mouth!! We can take ourselves seriously and be heartfelt for god’s sake!!
#also i think the reason ppl think steven universe is cringe is bc it Really was not afraid to be sappy#sorry for the rant I like posting my silly little thoughts#can only hope the strikes represent some kind of shift in the current film landscape
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