#another little one!

[gruesomejack]

"Jackie?" Brows furrowing, Cleo approached the front desk and leaned over. He'd stopped in the store on an impulse-- As he passed by, his eyes had caught a figure inside that made his heart flutter. It'd been about two years since he'd seen him last, but it was hard to miss Jon Stone. After seeing him on TV during his trial, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Jack had looked so... worn and scared, and it was more than a relief to see him win it. He hadn't belonged in detention, and he certainly didn't belong in prison for defending himself. Jon was different-- He was troubled. Cleo was a thief and indignant; he'd done more than enough and kept doing it out of spite, but not Jonny. Even if he'd noticed the boy's own sticky fingers once or twice. It was principle! Jon wasn't malicious. He needed help, not imprisonment.

Digging under the counter, Rabbit peeked up at the nickname and foreign accent, his eyes growing wide. "Cat!" Scrambling up to his feet, he stumbled from behind it and threw his arms out, yanking the man into a tight hug. Cleo grinned and squeezed him back, patting him between the shoulder blades. "Bastard! You were supposed to get in touch with me, remember?"

Rabbit pulled back to look at him and smiled sheepishly, his cheeks warm and pink. "I didn't get a chance! I was trying to settle in a little, and then I got caught up in that stupid trial." He told him, reaching up to pat the side of the man's face. "Everything's just now starting to ease up again. I didn't forget about you."

Cleo warmed, his smile softening. "That makes me feel better. I thought maybe you were avoiding me." He said before glancing him over, "You get taller?" It was a tease; Jon had certainly gotten a bit wider in the shoulders, though.

Laughing, Rabbit stepped back and moved behind the counter again, leaning over to rest against the top. "Nope. You cut your hair, though." He mused, nodding towards the short, slicked cut he was sporting now rather than the shaggy bangs he'd worn in detention. "Got tired of shaking it out of your eyes?"

Cleo smirked and shrugged, "Wasn't practical. I'm fixin' cars now, so I need to see." He said before reaching out to play with Rabbit's cropped cut. "Where'd your curls go?"

Grimacing, Rabbit drummed his fingers on the countertop and chuckled. "Thought I'd solve my greys by chopping them off." He said and watched the grin pull across Cleo's face, "Don't laugh at me!"

Rubbing at his nose, he barely tried to hide his snickers. "Didn't think about that one too hard, eh?" Cleo pat the top of his head and moved to play with the picks and chains hanging up. "What are you doin' here?" He asked, "I figured you'd be layin' low after all the bullshit they put you through."

Rabbit hummed, "I work here. Just started."

Cleo smiled again. "S'good spot for you."

Nodding, his cheeks were tinted a happy pink. "I like it."

The two fell into a quiet for a moment, their eyes just on each other. Rabbit stood and tilted his head while Cleo grew closer, leaning himself on the counter.

"So-"

"I-"

Both breaking into a giggle, they shared a bashful smile. Cleo tongued the inside of his cheek and shook his head, his cheeks dimpling. "When does your shift end?"

Rabbit blinked before warming again. "In-... Well, in about an hour." He told him, "B-But I have plans."

"Important plans?" Cleo tried, flashing a tiny grin. "I've got a dime you and I could share? Good stuff."

Nodding, Rabbit scratched at his cheek, his lips twitching into a fond smile. "Dinner. With my fiancé."

Oh. Cleo blinked and tilted his head-- A fiancé? How long had he been out? And he'd been scooped up and locked down already? The thought was funny, and it was reflected in the way he grinned. "Lucky bloke." As much as he'd hoped to maybe continue what they'd started before he'd left detention, he wasn't a homewrecker. Still, he wanted their friendship to continue. Jack had always been good to him, and they got along rather easily. "Maybe later then. We can get caught up another time."

Rabbit's eyes sparkled, and he nodded again, his smile spreading. Watching Cleo dig in his pocket, he eyed the business card slid towards him. JunkStar Car Diagnostics and Customization. "My number's on the back." He said, offering Rabbit another small grin. "I'll talk to you later. Don't think I've forgotten-- I've got like three book reports to give you." Reaching out, he rubbed his hand through the grey hair on top of his friend's head. "Bye Jackie."

[christadeguchi]

me and senshi: i've only had izutsumi for one day but if anything happened to her...

also.... she has nekojita (cat tongue) ;___;

[glorianas]

a lot of YA and fantasy stuff has always been a little cringe and silly but at least it used to be cringe from the heart instead of designed in a lab to get teens on tiktok to use a certain sentence from it

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[bamsara]

I think that one thing people fail to understand is that unsolicited literary criticism coming from an online stranger who is reading with no knowledge of what the authors intended goal is, is not going to be received the same as say: the authors beta reader or friends who know what the authors intended goal and has the sufficient knowledge and input to help the author reach that desired outcome.

"But I'm only trying to be helpful" How do I know you have the knowledge and literary skill for you to be able to actaully do that when we don't know each other and you are essentially a stranger to me? Are you applying this criticism based out of personal biased experience and desire to see the story or characterization be driven in another direction or tweaked, or do you know the author's intentions for the character? If the story is incomplete, are you basing your criticism of a character on the incomplete narration with only partial information available of them or are you building up a report until the story's completion? Did the author provide you with the information needed to make a fully informed criticism?

Have you discussed with the author what their plans are or are you assuming them based off the narration, especially if the narration is proven or implied to be unreliable or missing key points of the plot? Are you unbiased enough to help them reach their desired outcome for the characters and story regardless of your personal feelings towards the characters/antagonists and setting? Can you handle being told your specific input isn't wanted because you're a reader and/or have no written anything relating to their genre or topic? Do you understand and respect that the author's personal experiences might influence their writing and make it different than how you would have done it personally? Do you understand if an author only wants input from a specific demographic relating to their story?

If it's for fanfiction or other hobby media, are you holding a free hobby to a professional standard? Are you trying to give criticism because you feel like the author has produced 'subpar job performance' of their fic? Are you viewing their work as a personal intimate outlet or something that must conform with mass media? Are you applying rules and guidelines when the fic is shared for simple sharing sake? Is your criticism worded appropriately and focused on the parts where the author has requested input on rather than a general dismissal and or disapproval?

Have you put yourself in a place where you assumed you have the input needed for the story to evolve better, or have you asked what the author needs and what they're having trouble with? Can you handle having your criticism rejected if the author decides their story doesn't need the change and not take it as a personal offense against your character? Are you crossing that boundary because you think you are doing the author a favor? Are you trying to be helpful, or do you just want to be?

I think sometimes when people hear authors go 'please don't give me unsolicited writing advice or criticism' they automatically chalk it up to 'this author doesn't want ANY constructive feedback on their stuff at all' and not "i already have trusted individuals who will help me with my writing goals and- hey i don't know you like that, please stop acting so overly familiar with me'

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[polarsirens]

This is death itself. This is the biggest and baddest thing in all of fairy tale, and you want to set it free.

[thekaiserroll]

Hug

It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

[sketchy-tour]

Thank you, Remderem!

[puppyeared]

learned something about myself lately

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[forgetful-nerd]

If these two ever met they’d probably annoy the shit out of each other in a sorta older “responsible” sibling vs. younger “wild card” sibling way.

[shaniacsboogara]

liking dnd is so funny because yeah you play the actual game sometimes but mostly you just think about the game and watch other people play the game and slowly go insane thinking about how much you wish you could play the game and hoping that buying more shiny rocks will fix everything

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[uncharted-constellations]

It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time

[lizardkingeliot]

There's nothing to be nervous about. The curtains are closed, the servants sent home. Even the planets and stars are blindfolded.