#and I wanted to make you sumthin🥺

[mjtheartist04]

@hypocriticaltypwriter r MY BABY MY POOKIE MY WIFEY😞

I know the past few days haven’t been your best AND I DONT LIKE IT WHEN MY BABYS ARE SAD so I made you a lil sumthing to maybe cheer you up! Becuz I love you very much and you deserve the whole world, just know I’m very proud of you, I know it’s hard but you are a very brave and strong girl, and I admire you every single damn day and think of how lucky I am to have you as my best friend🫶

SO HERE YOU GO HUNNY✨💖💖💖 you deserve it😚🩵

Also to the assholes that were being rude to my wife…..

I hope yall get what’s coming your way👁️👁️

[midheavenastrology]

🎉🧁Super rando 🎉🧁Astro Observations 🎉🧁

🍥I do not recommend dating someone who has ur chiron sign- in one way or another they will hurt you unconsciously and trigger you 😔😔😭😓🫣of course this is good in a way because all trauma is meant to be healed ❤️‍🩹🩺🩻but you have to be with someone who is conscious of the hurt they are causing. The chiron person is only really meant to surface these hurts not heal them. Think about it: ur chiron sign is literally embodying the wound that u have so to date that sign is like dating a walking red flag 🚩

🍥People with prominent Jupiter aspects to their ascendant, sun, midheaven will naturally just emit light ! ✨🌞🌻 u shine ! U so sparkle ! Jupiter expands anything it touches, so imagine having sun 🌞 aspecting Jupiter: big energy, big beam of light !!! They also have the loudest, biggest laughs lmao- this is me and everyone always tells me they love how much I laugh at everything/have the biggest guffaw- sound like a dang donkey🐴 sometimes srry not srry 🥲🥲🥲

🍥Someone with a lot of mutable placements absolutely needs fixed energy to ground and stabilize them 😇🥺when it comes to synastry. Especially when it comes to moon sign compatibility. Mutable moons are legit the most moody 🌝😩🌚Cardinal can work too but sometimes feelings will burn out quickly 🐒🔥🌪️💦

🍥However with that said: have y’all ever dated ur opposite moon sign ??? Because that sh*ts fire 🔥

🍥Be careful who you meet romantically during mars or Venus retrograde ⏪⏮️these are past lovers that come back to try sumthin, sumthin out again. Like I went on a dating app 🤪during mars ☄️retrograde and had a super casual fling that burned out super quickly💥💥💥but not with some big lessons. The seggs will be ahmazing because youve fucked around before lol 🍌✨ are the lessons worth it tho, who knos 🥲

🍥Libra and Taurus placements will always be attractive ! trust ! Venus blesses them in some way or another 🌸💅🧖‍♀️ pretty privilege y’all ✨Scorpio and Aries placements will always be sessy, trust ! mars gives them sexy privilege 🍌🍆🌶️ if u got both in ur big three, boy r u trouble 😈

🍥I read somewhere that when you’re embodying your true soul essence you take on ur vedic/sidereal placements: literally have been feelin my triple fire 🔥 placement in vedic ! 😬🌶️🔥

🍥Neptune+mercury placements ….you literally manifest when you speak so be careful what u wish for 🫶 it’s because Neptune: higher spiritual plane, angels 👼, ancestors and then mercury: communication: u are literally speaking to angels mmkay 🥲✨🫶

🍥If you lack fire 🔥 in ur chart, u tend to run V cold 🥶 like ur probs the friend who has cold hands and feet constantly ! Me 🙋‍♀️

🍥Too much mercury in ur chart or air placements can make u constantly in ur head: like u can’t detach ur mind from ur body and soul. It’s gonna be hard 4 u to meditate 🧘‍♀️ tbh. I recommend breath work 4 y’all, so u can get more in tune with ur body/or working out, running, moving ur body 🕺💃🏃‍♀️🏋️‍♀️🤹‍♀️

🍥biggest flirt placements of the zodiac goes to Aries, Gemini, Libra and Sagittarius- if u have all four shidddd…I hope ur significant other is ok 🥲 honorable mention: Pisces (but it’s cus we fall in love like 5 times a day…doesn’t mean we actually know how to flirt tho..we’re just sweet lovers by nature) Aries, Gemini, libra and Sag are the ultimate smooth talkers of the zodiac 🥵

🍥biggest non flirts of the zodiac goes to Capricorn, Virgo, Scorpio, Taurus. Ur flirting style is basically being mean, uninterested or cold. Earth+ Scorpio is very self contained, they like to keep it together and flirting feels stupid and petty. When in a mood, they don’t want to talk to anyone unless there’s a reason for it..like what do u want ? Tell me what u want, set a date and make a plan. Also lez be real: their main love is cash money 🤑

That’s all y’all 🍭🎨🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️💅💅💅💅💅☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞

Hope y’all have a magical day 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Thanks for reading+scoping !! 🥰

[heavisdelulu]

Okay so I wanted to make a Wattpad story miles x oc (I want it to be reader so bad but I’ll just have to make a new one specifically for reader or y/n) and I wanted to share some stuff that I came up with about oc…

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Miles x oc~

Oc is definitely miles best friend. I’m talking friends since 2nd grade best friend. I’m such a simp for friends to lovers tropes. It just warms my spirit.

Oc is black and Haitian (oc is me headass). Just want to sprinkle in a bit of my culture ya feel me?

Oc is stupid smart (oc is not me 💀). Like Tony stark smart. I basically envisioned her to be the girl in the chair type, the one who makes all his gadgets and help him with his hero duties by hacking in stuff.

Oc is gonna be a badass. I mean like come on, I’m not settling for less and neither is y’all.

Oc has BIG, thick, 4b-4c hair! (No more combs for you bookie)

Oc is quiet but bold. Like she speaks when spoken to but don’t let it fool you. She’ll usually say what everyone is thinking, no matter how rude or crude it may be. Believe me, this gets her in trouble, but it’s never on purpose. She’s never been one to hold her tongue. She tends to mind her business but on the off chance she’s nosey, it has to be something important.

Oc was raised by her pops (dad) and mama (grandma). You’ll learn more later if you choose to continue reading. No hard feelings 😅

Oc has a very chill personality. Like you can have roast sessions with her, movie/ show marathons, she can help you with your homework or French lessons even tho she speaks broken creole, need her to hack the test scores so you can get good grades- she can do it but she not cause her friend’s dad is a cop. Need girl advice? She’ll tell you to ask someone else but at least she’s honest 😂. If you do something dumb, trust she’s gonna drag it out for a while.

Like- “hey remember the time you fell in front of your crush cause your dusty ass 1’s wasn’t tied. Crazy” “bruh I only said you were short, why you gotta violate me?”

Oc is blunt but awkward. She sometimes misses social cues. Buss out a joke at the wrong time type.

Oc plays volleyball. Idk thought she should play a sport to seem kid like plus I like haikyuu so yeah…

Oc’s style falls into the alternative side. Like street wear, slight emo, grudge aesthetic. But she knows she has a nice body and likes to wear clothes that compliment her shape. So if she wear baggy pants then she’s pairing it with a cropped top or if she wears a big tee she’d pair it with form fitting pants or biker shorts. Her shoe style varies from platform boots, crocs, and a few Jordan’s (curtsy if mikes bugging her to get em). Pretty good style overall.

I’ll try and draw her, I ain’t the best but I can make a lil sumthin😏, plus I’m a visual person! If you’re interested more in this whole creation leave a like or lil note so I can keep going(gonna do it regardless 🤧). Also if you have any questions please PLEASE! Ask em. I will answer. I swear, I don’t have anything to do. 🥺 I’ll make some more head-canons up until the I actually release the story.

Thank you for your time and have a bless day🫶🏾💋

[early20sfailingplenty]

Familial addition ~🐶🥺💖 A PERSONALISED FIC (surprise😍🥰✨)

For @aggravatetheaxe​; I hope you like this & that things go well today!🌸 

Summary: You’re very nervous about the upcoming plans to foster a dog. Bo, bemused by your nerves, seeks to soothe you. If only so you’ll stop pacing and making him so damn dizzy. You don’t play games and Bo knows this, so he unlocks his heart, drops his guard, and sits with you. What more can he do?

To anyone else reading this, please note I’m not from the South & my info. was very kindly provided by Jack, so I’ve incorporated it into the piece as best as I can! I apologise for any inaccuracies; I kind of ran with this.💗

TW; CANON TYPICAL DARKNESS, MENTIONS OF KNIVES (canon typical and NOT to do with dogs), Bo is his own warning, SMOKING (Bo), slight MANIPULATION (I don’t read it that way but I’m aware of how it could sound as such so for that reason I’m listing it), SWEARING. Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word count: 1, 591 (s’only short🥺😩)

In the South, people were very irresponsible with their dogs and the culture which surrounded them was very different to the one you were used to. As such, you were nervous several days ago as to how Bo was going to take to the fact that you were in the process of potentially adopting one from a foster home. 

You weren’t one for playing games and you liked to have everything out in the open, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t hesitating when it came to revealing your plans to Bo. He was always very busy making sure that the town was operating as it should be. Repair works were done daily and it was Bo against the never ending to do list of things to repair, maintain, create, fix, and the like in Ambrose. 

Everyone pitched in and pulled more than their fair share of weight, but it was still a huge responsibility and it was all Bo could do most days to make sure that he didn’t bite someone’s head off just for being in the same room as him. He failed most days, but his momma always told him that it was the thought that counted. He didn’t know if that was right, but he didn’t much care if it was wrong, either, and so things never changed.

That very same day, sharp and intuitive was he, Bo picked up on the way that you weren’t... hiding something from him, necessarily, but something was on your mind. He tried to be patient, he did, but he lasted until early evening before he sighed, threw down the dirty rag he was wiping his already filthy hands on, and snapped, “C’mon, out w’it. Wha’s eatin’ at’cha, Jack?”

Despite the coldness of his tone and the harshness of his words, you saw Bo. You saw the curiosity in his baby blues, the fierce urge to protect you (even from your own damn self if he had to), the way his shoulders were straight and brought forward, the jaw muscles which jumped with every thick swallow he took.

“I recently applied to adopt a dog from the rescue shelter and I’m nervous about it.” Plain, simple truth. Easily digestible for Bo (he was far too impatient to dig around in your words to decipher meaning and he preferred for things to be as blunt as the knives he favoured - they did hurt more, and he loved that), and no way for you to trip over yourself once you found yourself pinned by his intense gaze.

“A-Christ,” Bo swore, shaking his head and pulling a bright yellow cigarette packet out of his trouser pockets, deftly grabbing a smoke and lighting it. He inhaled greedily and tipped his head back upon the exhale, letting the wind carry the fumes away from you (surprisingly thoughtful could he be, though never would you tell him that he did those things. You weren’t sure if it was deliberate or not, but just in case it wasn’t, you didn’t want to draw attention to it. He’d stop and you loved the unconscious ways in which he showed his care for you). “Is that it?” Shit, I thought ya’ were gonna’ say sumthin’ else.”

You frowned, “like what?”

Bo shrugged. It was an aggressive movement and you saw it for what it was; a cover up for an insecurity he would rather die than admitting he had. Anger was a secondary emotion which usually hid pain or fear, this you knew, and Bo had all three of those in spades. It never failed to break your heart, not that he’d ever allow you to express such a thing. It would only piss him off further, so you saved such expressions for the nights when he just couldn’t take the world anymore and curled into you like he wanted to be one with you; forever with you and shielded from the world and its many, many cruelties. “I dunno’. Jus’ sumthin’ more serious than a dog.”

“But, Bo - “ His eyes hardened into ice and his arms folded protectively over his chest, creating a barrier between the two of you. You wondered if he knew that that was one of his defensive gestures. You doubted it. Oh, but you had his attention now, and you would have it until this conversation had been had. “This is serious for me. I’m majorly nervous about what the rescue people think of us and if we'll be good foster parents.” Everything came out of you in a rush and Bo let you have the five minutes to vent which you needed. Lord knew you always gave him his angry five minutes five times over every damn day, and it was the least he could do. He did care, it was just that only someone truly proficient in his love language was able to tell.

Just when you couldn’t take his stare anymore, Bo unfurled his arms and inhaled deeply. “I get it, Jill,” Your eyes shot to his, and Bo smiled wryly. It didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Ya’ care. Did I ever tell ya’ how we got Jonesy?”

Your inquisitive gaze had Bo smiling and he pulled up a chair, beckoning you over to him. Like a sailor to a siren’s call did you walk on over to him, and his arms wrapped around you and pulled you onto his lap. You stiffened but he shushed you. It wasn’t a soothing gesture, but a demanding one. You would listen to him, and well, if your current forced position ended up comforting you, it was just a case of two birds, one stone. That, and Bo liked feeling you against him. 

“Lester found ‘er on th’ side o’ th’ road a few years ago. Little thing, a runt. Momma left ‘er t’die ‘cuz of it and Lester brough’ ‘er home askin’ ta keep ‘er. I said no, but ‘e and Vincent were jus’ so in love w’ ‘er that I couldn’t say no to ‘em. They took such good care of ‘er. Fed n’ bathed, walked... all that shit ya’ gotta do to ‘em. Ended up wit’ the three o’us lookin’ after this tiny dog. We didn’t know what we were doin’, but we did it, an’ now look at ‘er. Happy as a pig in shit for the most part. Point is, we tried an’ I know you will too, darlin’. Ya’ain’t stupid and you got a big ol’ heart.” A pause while you took in his words, and then, “and ya’ know sumthin’ else?”

You shook your head and turned to look fully at Bo, completely enraptured by his encouragement and genuine support. There was no facade, no anger to displace another emotion, no sarcasm, no rage... there was just you and Bo. Human. When his baby blues met your eyes, Bo smiled and this time it did reach his eyes, and your breath caught in your throat. Fuck, but he was pretty.

“Ya’ain’t alone, darlin’. Ya’ got me. I’ll help ya’. Reckon I know what I’m doin’ an’ you do as well. We’ll be just fine, Jack. You’ll see.”

Those days prior to the meeting passed and your nerves grew exponentially as the clock ticked life away, but Bo’s words were ringing in your head almost on a loop. Oh, but you could hear his voice inside your mind and it made you feel like he was right beside you. 

He was. 

Oh, he was.

The hour of the meeting came, and to say that you were a wreck would have been an understatement. Bo would have teased the absolute fuck out of you for it, if he hadn’t already been with you every step of the way thus far. He saw how important this was to you, and that was why his hand was tightly held in yours as you sat down to have the meeting online with the people who were going to assess your suitability to be a foster parent to a sweet dog.

“Jus’ show ‘em how much ya’ care, darlin’,” Bo murmured, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your cheek. “Ready?”

“Yes.” No.

“Liar.” Bo’s teasing tone made you smile (which was what he had planned for, to give you some more confidence) just as the call sound came in on the battered computer which somehow had an internet connection. You wondered which of the brothers had rigged that up and how, but you suspected that you were better off in multiple ways by not knowing. Ignorance was almost certainly bliss when it came to the truth of the ghost town and its inhabitants. “I ain’t leaving ya’.” Was Bo’s last encouragement before the meeting began.

Through every uncertainty, every event set in stone, every triumph, every failure, every life event and all the things in between would Bo be there. It was all he could do, but it always ended up being just what you needed. When the roles were reversed, you were always what he needed, and as he sat there listening to you talking to the people responsible for fostering out dogs looking for their forever homes, Bo realised that he could get used to this relationship stuff.

S’not so bad after all, s’long as it’s wit’ you... Bo physically stiffened and then relaxed. Ah, shit. When’d I get so soft? Bo shook his head at his own self and you side-eyed him with a smile, which he couldn’t help but to return. Oh, well, in for a penny...

[stargirlfics]

girl plz do a senator chris hc im begging 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I got a lil sumthin for y’all!

Senator!Chris has been rather busy lately with his campaign and all the important political business he usually has to do and that leaves you feeling rather lonely and in need of his attention sometimes.

It’s not easy being a senators wife, let alone the wife of one that looked like Chris and had the kind of charisma and power he did. Something about watching him work was insanely hot.

“Why are you pouting, dear? We’re going to be in front of cameras in twenty minutes,” Chris is eyeing you suspiciously and you know he already knows why but is being mean and forcing you to say it

You shrug, still leaning against his office desk, tempted to start pushing things off it if he didn’t take the initiative to come over and fuck you against it like you’d done countless late nights before.

“No? Not gonna use your words? Ok, well since there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong, fix the attitude.”

It’s a command not a suggestion and one that only serves to make you clench your thighs together and curse the restricting pencil skirt you were in. Nobody knew the true depth of your relationship with Chris but whenever he got stern and dominant like that, you melted.

It’s exactly what you craved and coincidentally exactly what you weren’t getting enough of lately.

“Or what?”

You don’t even have to look at the tan couch across the room where he’s sitting to know he’s scowling, the rough shuffling of papers giving away his annoyance at your defiance.

“Or I’ll have to fix it for you, won’t I? That’s exactly what you want, however, so maybe I should just refuse and leave you even more frustrated, hmm.”

You had struck a nerve it was clear but you were having fun with this. It was fascinating to watch his demeanor switch like this.

Glancing at your watch you considered your options, keep up the bratty act or apologize and fix your attitude, which would get you what you wanted in the short time frame that you had? You already knew what the answer was.

Not even five minutes later, Chris had you hauled across his lap, his hands roughly pushing your skirt up to reveal your ass, he’s fuming and grabs your chin so you’re forced to look into his eyes.

“Keep your voice down, I’m not gonna go easy since I was nice and gave you a choice to which you still decided to talk back to me. To think if you would have just listened, I would have told you that when we get home tonight my attention is all yours. See if you get anything at all now, sweetheart.”

You barely have time to pout before his hands are swatting your ass hard, the sting of it making you gasp and wriggle in his lap but he’s so much stronger than you.

It hurts so good and yet pulls at your heart knowing you could have gotten what you wanted and probably more of it if you’d just held out longer. Clever bastard.

By the time you’re stood up, on slightly shaky legs, fixing your skirt and your makeup and hair, there’s a knock on the office door letting you know the press is ready to see you both.

Your handsome senator kisses your cheek quickly, holding out his hand for you to take.

“Got what you wanted from me, or do you need more?” Chris smirks and you have to roll your eyes as you step out.

Trick question, you always wanted more from him, and maybe, just maybe you could negotiate your way into getting more later in the evening.

For now, America’s favorite senator and his wife had business to do.

[shunsuiken]

hi my love, could you do a hc for tokito where he sees the reader (a pillar) as a sister figure? like she is older than him and after some time trying to get close to him he finally gives her a chance and they get closer and he starts to see her as a sister figure since she takes care of him and protects him like they're siblings etc. thank you, i love your write ♡

d-did u just call me love?/!;?2?:?/!/ omgjejdnwmd no anon has called me love before thats so cute wtfejwndjs n e ways ! thank u for requesting!!<33

tokitou sees the reader (a pillar) as a sister figure.

now when you first joined the demon slayer corps and ranked up to the level of a pillar after two-three years, you were worried with how the other pillars would see you

it had only been two months until another demon slayer was promoted to the pillar ranking, you stood next to shinobu and mitsuri at the time when you watched a boy, much smaller than you and his uniform, way too big for him, introduce himself to the current pillars

and his name was muichirou tokitou. a boy with long, silky black hair with bangs that stopped right at his brows. you noticed how the tips of his hair were dyed a light blue colour. you obsered his face and assumed that the boy was at least 13 or 14

you were friends with all the pillars. so it wasn’t surprising of you to want to befriend the newest member of your ranking

literally, the minute you held your first conversation with muichirou your elder-sister senses tingled like crazy

like you wanted to make this small boy your little brother immediately and if he wasn’t you probably would’ve rioted

there was just something very soft and gentle about muichirou and it intrigued you

coincidentally, you bumped into him at ubuyashiki’s estate/mansion/demon slayer hq or whatever after a short meeting w the big boss

but yeah you bumped into muichirou

and he was kinda blank in the beginning, he kinda just looked at you, with zero interest of a conversation but you looked so enthusiastic

he just stood there 😹 waiting for you 😹😹 to say sumthin like 🧍

and eventually he gets used to you ambushing him from behind (very kindly, sometimes you take him by surprise) or hearing a “muichirou-kun!!!” from behind him

and he’ll defs be so used to this that if one day, he doesn’t hear it.... ok either way he might just not gaf or he’ll just be a tad bit concerned

just a little bit

he won’t admit it tho

you were off on a mission in the far west so you couldn’t really disturb him bump into muichirou at the time

after your mission tho, you’d be covered in demon blood heading home and you see a small person from the distance, sitting by your doorstep

you already know who it is 🥰

your tired legs are suddenly strong again to let you jog towards your new friend (you hoped muichirou called you his friend lmao)

you didn’t see it but tokitou actually smiled like the corner of his mouth lifted for a bit and its a weird kind of relief the boy feels but its... it brought him peace to know that u were okay

“thought you were dead” tokitou will joke and you’ll laugh, happy to hear his sarcasm “muichirou-kun, how long have you waited?”

he’ll tell you to call him tokitou from then on 🥺 you know hes given you his trust and thats all you’ve wanted honestly

you guys also become great partners in crime, he verbally abuses and torments the demons and calls them “fuckfaces” and shit

can u believe a 14 year old said that-

but after y’all defeat the demon you’ll scold him for swearing but hes just gonna “😋 sorry not sorry nee-san!!”

NEE-SAN/?:!2?:?2?/?1?-??

might as well start sobbing ! this was the first time he called you this and you tried to act like your brain didn’t just short-circuit

the idea that he thinks of u as an older sister..... dude you basically just won an oscar

you guys take care of each other and the other pillars are like.... bewildered by the combination of you two

you’re good at treating wounds as well (thanks to shinobu) so when tokitou comes out of a fight and hes badly injured, you’re always there to help him out

hes happy you’re there for him. he doesn’t feel as lonely anymore because of your sunshine-like presence :)

[gunsatthaphan]

Doreen! Firstly, hope u r doing well 😊💖 Secondly, whats ur thoughts on the LBC2 producers/writers deciding 2 completely ignore the fact TinCan even met in S1 & having them start from scratch again?! 😫 Apparently they announced it but I'm sure I would of rememberd sumthin that important. The trlr didnt hint at it either 🤷‍♀️ The fact that int-fans (who watched illegally on yt 😬) r more pissed about storyline being changed than having 2 wait an extra week 2 watch on Viki is hilarious tho 😅😂

-> The whole concept of restarting TinCan when everything else moved linearly is ridiculous to me. How do the people in charge of these shows come up with this nonsense? Just tell the story better if people were upset with the end of season 1. Isn't that why season 2 exists?!?!??!?! Sorry. LBC2 is just stretching the bounds of believability for me.

-> LBC2 is confusing me a bit. I get why Saint isn't there cos of all the drama but they had so much time to come up with a good story regardless and I feel so... let down? I don't think I'll keep going after ep 1 but I'm glad so many people are happy it's back.

-> This tincan reboot thingy... Either they didn't even feel like trying to salvage the storyline (more dramatic but still doable) or they're trying to induce a mass amnesia, both of which make me go mehhh. Still, I'll give it a go because I'm curious how they'll manage this mess. So far, the continuations (s2g, lbc2) seem a bit underwhelming to me (sadly). Let's just hope my engineer and tharntype don't disappoint.

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hellooo there all!!! 💕😙 I’m doing well, thank you, @randomfrigginwords!!! 🥺

okay SO I finally found the time to watch the full 1st ep and I have.. some thoughts lmao. I collected a few reactions so it doesn’t get too repetitive 🙈Also I’m trying to word this as well as I can and this is just my personal opinion so don’t come for me please. 

So I went into the ep the first time right after it came out, not knowing anything about the story or the timeline etc. and I just kind skipped through it bc I was curious and wanted to see what was going on lol. But just from the snippets I saw I got a little confused bc??? what up lol.  

After I read some first reactions by ppl who were pissed af about the timeline rearrangement etc. I was initially very disappointed bc I had waited so long for this and now it seems like they messed everything up??... So when I actually watched the episode for the first time just now I was obviously biased, thinking it was gonna be horrible. But in reality.....it wasn’t?? lol. 

Like,,,, tbh it was super weird seeing all of it again and getting back into the characters & stories after more than 2(!!!) years; but after I rewatched LBC1 a few days ago, I realized that regardless of the timeline etc., everything is just completely different?? And not just because of the TinCan situation but just like,,, the whole thing in general. Idk if I’ll be able to articulate this well enough but I tend to judge a lot of things based on the vibes I’m getting and the vibes this season compared to the last one were... something else lol; the characters all have changed a lot, especially Ae like hell I barely recognized him. They all seem much more mature which I’m guessing probably wasn’t intended. But!!! I like it!!! :)

Though with the different vibe I was getting during this ep, I honestly couldn't imagine a sequel as in “picking up where we left off”, set just a few weeks/months after ss1. That would’ve seemed even more off than it does now. At least to me. Maybe I’m the only one. idk. 

So the fact that the TinCan story is being retold from scratch basically makes it a reboot of ss1, just with a slightly different setting and more mature characters AND we get to see their story unfold again; maybe even into a different direction. Which?? I like?? a lot?? 🙈 like yes, it was a little confusing at first but after accepting the new concept for what it is, I really enjoyed it.

So yeah sorry if i’m rambling but I’m just thinking out loud. I understand where the critical voices are coming from though; We were all anticipating a sequel to ss1, but looking at it as a reboot/new edition-kinda situation, rather than a messed up continuation makes it better imo. So yeah. I guess it’s an unpopular opinion but. I like it ;) Let’s see how the season continues!  

Sorry this got so long...

xxx

[mjtheartist04]

HEY THERE MJ!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Hellooo!! Oke so-

MJ, you are honestly the most kind, compassionate, and supportive friend I've ever had. Your angelic personality radiates so much goodness and love.

You are hardworking and dedicated! The number of treats you handed out during trick-or-treating was simply amazing! Your generosity is truly admirable. You are also very nurturing - whenever one of your friends is sick or feeling down, you never hesitate to comfort them. You always manage to put a smile on their face with a funny comment or a little doodle to cheer them up.

You are so amazing, I can't believe how lucky I am to have a friend like you. A friend who will be with you no matter what. You inspire me so much! Seeing you draw your BlueraspberryMelon art doodles makes me want be cringe and draw my selfshipping content (can't find any cool attractive characters atm tho TnT).

"You are so cool! I always look forward to interacting with you. Seeing your name in my notifications makes me so happy. Just knowing that you, MJ, are my best friend and that you know and care about me, it makes me feel giddy and loved."

MJ, I want to express my deep gratitude to you for being my best friend, and for your unwavering support and care. You are a beacon of hope and an inspiration to me. I feel incredibly blessed to have you in my life. Your friendship is a source of strength and joy to me every day. Thank you for being the amazing person that you are. I also apologise for all the times I have ever made you feel uncomfortable., please forgive me.

I love you❤❤❤

here's a lil sumthin i made

I LOVE YOU HUNNY!!🥺🤗❤❤

(im not the best at thank you letters so sorry if it doesn't come off as genuine, im rlly trying)

Merry Christmas from your pookie Evelyn

Evelyn…I-…..hold on lemme have a moment-…

*sobs uncontrollably*

this is the most sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me…Evelyn just- thank you…you have no idea how much, you yourself make my day so much better with your kind words…

The effort and the amount care you put into them- it for real makes my heart flutter😭

I am just as lucky and blessed to have you as my best friend🥺 you have a kind beautiful heart and soul, it is a joy interacting with you! Your fun loving personality always puts me in awe and I admire that🥹 you yourself have inspired me and many others

I am not the best on how to respond to such kind words, but just know that I am really thankful for them and that I deeply cherish and care for you so much Eve��

I love you hun and may you have a wonderful Christmas full of blessings and happiness.💖

[early20sfailingplenty]

Familial addition ~🐶🥺💖 A PERSONALISED FIC (surprise😍🥰✨) (a reposted plain text version)

For @aggravatetheaxe​; I hope you like this & that things go well today!🌸

Summary: You’re very nervous about the upcoming plans to foster a dog. Bo, bemused by your nerves, seeks to soothe you. If only so you’ll stop pacing and making him so damn dizzy. You don’t play games and Bo knows this, so he unlocks his heart, drops his guard, and sits with you. What more can he do?

To anyone else reading this, please note I’m not from the South & my info. was very kindly provided by Jack, so I’ve incorporated it into the piece as best as I can! I apologise for any inaccuracies; I kind of ran with this.💗

TW; CANON TYPICAL DARKNESS, MENTIONS OF KNIVES (canon typical and NOT to do with dogs), Bo is his own warning, SMOKING (Bo), slight MANIPULATION (I don’t read it that way but I’m aware of how it could sound as such so for that reason I’m listing it), SWEARING. Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word count: 1, 591 

In the South, people were very irresponsible with their dogs and the culture which surrounded them was very different to the one you were used to. As such, you were nervous several days ago as to how Bo was going to take to the fact that you were in the process of potentially adopting one from a foster home.

You weren’t one for playing games and you liked to have everything out in the open, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t hesitating when it came to revealing your plans to Bo. He was always very busy making sure that the town was operating as it should be. Repair works were done daily and it was Bo against the never ending to do list of things to repair, maintain, create, fix, and the like in Ambrose.

Everyone pitched in and pulled more than their fair share of weight, but it was still a huge responsibility and it was all Bo could do most days to make sure that he didn’t bite someone’s head off just for being in the same room as him. He failed most days, but his momma always told him that it was the thought that counted. He didn’t know if that was right, but he didn’t much care if it was wrong, either, and so things never changed.

That very same day, sharp and intuitive was he, Bo picked up on the way that you weren’t... hiding something from him, necessarily, but something was on your mind. He tried to be patient, he did, but he lasted until early evening before he sighed, threw down the dirty rag he was wiping his already filthy hands on, and snapped, “C’mon, out w’it. Wha’s eatin’ at’cha, Jack?”

Despite the coldness of his tone and the harshness of his words, you saw Bo. You saw the curiosity in his baby blues, the fierce urge to protect you (even from your own damn self if he had to), the way his shoulders were straight and brought forward, the jaw muscles which jumped with every thick swallow he took.

“I recently applied to adopt a dog from the rescue shelter and I’m nervous about it.” Plain, simple truth. Easily digestible for Bo (he was far too impatient to dig around in your words to decipher meaning and he preferred for things to be as blunt as the knives he favoured - they did hurt more, and he loved that), and no way for you to trip over yourself once you found yourself pinned by his intense gaze.

“A-Christ,” Bo swore, shaking his head and pulling a bright yellow cigarette packet out of his trouser pockets, deftly grabbing a smoke and lighting it. He inhaled greedily and tipped his head back upon the exhale, letting the wind carry the fumes away from you (surprisingly thoughtful could he be, though never would you tell him that he did those things. You weren’t sure if it was deliberate or not, but just in case it wasn’t, you didn’t want to draw attention to it. He’d stop and you loved the unconscious ways in which he showed his care for you). “Is that it?” Shit, I thought ya’ were gonna’ say sumthin’ else.”

You frowned, “like what?”

Bo shrugged. It was an aggressive movement and you saw it for what it was; a cover up for an insecurity he would rather die than admitting he had. Anger was a secondary emotion which usually hid pain or fear, this you knew, and Bo had all three of those in spades. It never failed to break your heart, not that he’d ever allow you to express such a thing. It would only piss him off further, so you saved such expressions for the nights when he just couldn’t take the world anymore and curled into you like he wanted to be one with you; forever with you and shielded from the world and its many, many cruelties. “I dunno’. Jus’ sumthin’ more serious than a dog.”

“But, Bo - “ His eyes hardened into ice and his arms folded protectively over his chest, creating a barrier between the two of you. You wondered if he knew that that was one of his defensive gestures. You doubted it. Oh, but you had his attention now, and you would have it until this conversation had been had. “This is serious for me. I’m majorly nervous about what the rescue people think of us and if we'll be good foster parents.” Everything came out of you in a rush and Bo let you have the five minutes to vent which you needed. Lord knew you always gave him his angry five minutes five times over every damn day, and it was the least he could do. He did care, it was just that only someone truly proficient in his love language was able to tell.

Just when you couldn’t take his stare anymore, Bo unfurled his arms and inhaled deeply. “I get it, Jill,” Your eyes shot to his, and Bo smiled wryly. It didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Ya’ care. Did I ever tell ya’ how we got Jonesy?”

Your inquisitive gaze had Bo smiling and he pulled up a chair, beckoning you over to him. Like a sailor to a siren’s call did you walk on over to him, and his arms wrapped around you and pulled you onto his lap. You stiffened but he shushed you. It wasn’t a soothing gesture, but a demanding one. You would listen to him, and well, if your current forced position ended up comforting you, it was just a case of two birds, one stone. That, and Bo liked feeling you against him.

“Lester found ‘er on th’ side o’ th’ road a few years ago. Little thing, a runt. Momma left ‘er t’die ‘cuz of it and Lester brough’ ‘er home askin’ ta keep ‘er. I said no, but ‘e and Vincent were jus’ so in love w’ ‘er that I couldn’t say no to ‘em. They took such good care of ‘er. Fed n’ bathed, walked... all that shit ya’ gotta do to ‘em. Ended up wit’ the three o’us lookin’ after this tiny dog. We didn’t know what we were doin’, but we did it, an’ now look at ‘er. Happy as a pig in shit for the most part. Point is, we tried an’ I know you will too, darlin’. Ya’ain’t stupid and you got a big ol’ heart.” A pause while you took in his words, and then, “and ya’ know sumthin’ else?”

You shook your head and turned to look fully at Bo, completely enraptured by his encouragement and genuine support. There was no facade, no anger to displace another emotion, no sarcasm, no rage... there was just you and Bo. Human. When his baby blues met your eyes, Bo smiled and this time it did reach his eyes, and your breath caught in your throat. Fuck, but he was pretty.

“Ya’ain’t alone, darlin’. Ya’ got me. I’ll help ya’. Reckon I know what I’m doin’ an’ you do as well. We’ll be just fine, Jack. You’ll see.”

Those days prior to the meeting passed and your nerves grew exponentially as the clock ticked life away, but Bo’s words were ringing in your head almost on a loop. Oh, but you could hear his voice inside your mind and it made you feel like he was right beside you.

He was.

Oh, he was.

The hour of the meeting came, and to say that you were a wreck would have been an understatement. Bo would have teased the absolute fuck out of you for it, if he hadn’t already been with you every step of the way thus far. He saw how important this was to you, and that was why his hand was tightly held in yours as you sat down to have the meeting online with the people who were going to assess your suitability to be a foster parent to a sweet dog.

“Jus’ show ‘em how much ya’ care, darlin’,” Bo murmured, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your cheek. “Ready?”

“Yes.” No.

“Liar.” Bo’s teasing tone made you smile (which was what he had planned for, to give you some more confidence) just as the call sound came in on the battered computer which somehow had an internet connection. You wondered which of the brothers had rigged that up and how, but you suspected that you were better off in multiple ways by not knowing. Ignorance was almost certainly bliss when it came to the truth of the ghost town and its inhabitants. “I ain’t leaving ya’.” Was Bo’s last encouragement before the meeting began.

Through every uncertainty, every event set in stone, every triumph, every failure, every life event and all the things in between would Bo be there. It was all he could do, but it always ended up being just what you needed. When the roles were reversed, you were always what he needed, and as he sat there listening to you talking to the people responsible for fostering out dogs looking for their forever homes, Bo realised that he could get used to this relationship stuff.

S’not so bad after all, s’long as it’s wit’ you... Bo physically stiffened and then relaxed. Ah, shit. When’d I get so soft? Bo shook his head at his own self and you side-eyed him with a smile, which he couldn’t help but to return. Oh, well, in for a penny...