#either way idfc

[twistedappletree]

ok so my following tab is broken again and only showing my own posts + ppl i don’t even follow??? and the posts from other ppl have like thousands of notes so i’m guessing it’s just showing me them bc they’re popular but WHY are they in the tab of ppl I’m FOLLOWING when I’m NOT FOLLOWING THEM AKDJAKJDJA

[benetnvsch]

semi-regular reminder to fuck off my blog if you ship 0dazai idc if we've never talked. Idc if you've been following me for years. Idc if we're close mutuals. it's there in my intro post. you're not welcomed here and you will be instantly blocked if I find out

This is the boundary im setting and im asking u to respect it

[failedpriest]

God can people PLEASE stop feminizing Galacta Knight and Kirby???

It's so fucking tiring. Disgusting to me even. Just because they're pink doesn't mean they have to be girls I am so sick and goddamn tired of it. Give me men who are pink and proud of it.

I'm especially looking at everyone who gives them humanized/humanoid forms. Stop genderbending them just because they're pink.

[malhare-archive]

One of the construction workers cut a gas line pumping a bunch of noxious gas into the store RIGHT WHEN I SAT DOWN FOR LUNCH

[dreamcast-official]

a mega man is a robot who is so cutes

[femmefaggot]

kinks are good actually yeah even that one 👍huh? yeah that one too 👍

[h377b7iss]

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[raphael-angele]

Have a gender identity crisis with me :D

What do you call it when:

You tell yourself that you're not really a girl but you acknowledge the fact that you are a girl because you were born as one;

You don't really feel like you identify as a girl but you don't feel like identifying yourself as a boy either;

You wanna be more masculine at times but you don't know how to act upon it or how you want to express it;

You hate the clothes in your closet cuz you think they're "too feminine" but you look for clothes that make you look like a girl who is confident about her gender;

You hate how your hair looks and you wanna get a haircut that makes you look more boyish but you think that if you do cut it all off, you'll be uglier than before;

You know you're not really a girl genderwise but you feel like identifying as a boy isn't right and that you're jumping into conclusions;

You don't feel bothered when people assume you're gender/pronouns/prefixes but you feel uncomfortable when they pronounce your name the way you hate it being pronounced*; and

You couldn't give less of a fuck how people see you (If they think you're a girl and address you as such, then ok. If they think you're a boy and address you as such, ok. idfc**)?

EDIT: *I have a somewhat gender-neutral name. (Raphael_Angele is a pseudonym). The two variations (F/M) of the name are the same, just with different spelling. In my country, the pronunciation between the two variations is very distinguishable. After 17.5 years, I decided to have my name be pronounced like the male variation of it. But people still tend to mispronounce it because of the spelling. It annoys me to death.

**to be clear, I use any pronouns. Up to you to decide which one you wanna use for me

There actually more factors I wanna put in but I can't properly express them into text or in English.

I know these are confusing but feel free to ask any questions cuz I really need to know what the fuck is going on with me.

Just another clarification: As of around 2022, I started identifying as non-binary but I don't know if that's right and I don't wanna be offensive. So I turn to the people on the internet for help.

Sorry if some of these don't make sense and are very contradicting to each other or not explained properly or offensive. I don't know how to explain how it feels exactly.

[chibilino]

IDFC

synopsis: You and your roommate are oblivious to each other's feelings

pairings: roommate! Haechan x fem! reader

genre: college!au, fluff, angst, 3 smau slides

warnings: kind of mention of sex, food, alcohol, crying, swearing, grammar

word count: 2.4k

You stood in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea when your roommate had left for the first party of the weekend. It was his turn to host the party pregame get-together, meaning you got absolutely zero studying done for the past roughly three hours he and his friends were there. You look over to the time on the display of the microwave as you pour the hot water from the kettle into your cup. If it’s 10pm now, that means Donghyuck likely won’t be back until around 2am, so I can get 4 good hours of studying in. You thought to yourself as you walked back to your room. You plop back down at your desk, sighing as you straighten all of your papers, looking for the best place to begin. 

You had been able to sit and concentrate on the papers sprawled on your desk for about 3 hours before it all started to look the same, indicating you had used all of your allotted brain cells for said task and forced yourself to sit on the couch and watch Charmed. To say it was your comfort show would be an understatement. When you first moved in, Donghyuck complained the entire month of October because he was forced to watch nothing but Charmed if you were home. Although he complained the entire time, he still stayed and watched with you, letting you explain parts he didn’t quite understand due to the fact he had missed an episode, or 7, because he was either taking an exam, pretending to study for said exam, or partying. 

Donghyuck wasn’t a bad roommate by any means. He was respectful of shared spaces and always made sure to not use any of the grocery items you had purchased without getting permission from you first, and on the off chance that he needed to, he would replace it and text you almost immediately. He was so friendly and nice to you when you first moved in, and it shouldn’t go unmentioned that he is not bad to look at. The situation was very stressful for both you and Donghyuck. You were kicked out by your previous landlord because he was selling the building and only giving you 2 weeks of notice to find somewhere else to live while you finish your degree, and Donghyuck’s previous roommate dropping out altogether and leaving him with the rent of the two bedroom apartment. 

The only downside was when he got drunk. 

You liked to call Donghyuck “Haechan” when he was drunk, because to you, he felt like a different person. You had been at the same party as him and his friends before and let's just say it was a less than desirable experience. You were familiar with his fuck boy antics when he was drunk but hearing them is completely different from seeing them begin with your own eyes. 

You had planned to only watch an episode or two and then confine yourself to your bedroom before Haechan got home, but things didn't go as planned. Instead you fell asleep on the couch, and were woken up to your loud roommate stumbling into your shared apartment. 

“Honey, I’m home!” he sang as he haphazardly kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the entryway before walking in a zig-zag pattern to the living room where you looked up at him from the couch groggily. 

“It’s 2 in the morning. Must you be so obnoxious?” you spat before slowly standing up from the cozy spot on the couch and making your way to the kitchen to return your mug. Donghyuck followed behind you as he began to tell you the events of tonight's party, slurring most of the words as they fell from his lips. You could tell by his demeanor that he would not remember the majority of tonight and you were slightly surprised he was even able to make it home in one piece. You make a mental note to thank Renjun the next time you see him while rinsing your mug in the sink before placing it into the top rack of the dishwasher. 

“You’re looking at the new pong champion, y/n” he says as he flexes his right arm and places a kiss on his bicep. If he won and looks like this, you don’t want to know what the others who played looked like. 

“That’s great, Hyuck” you respond, walking back to the living room to finish your episode of Charmed, Donghyuck followed suit. Sitting on one end of the couch, you throw the blanket over yourself and wiggle to get into the most comfortable position. Donghyuck takes this opportunity to sprawl out next to you, laying his head on your lap in the process. This action didn’t startle you as it happened frequently. Donghyuck was a very physically affectionate person and things like this mini cuddle session became a norm in your shared apartment. To him, your thighs were just better than a pillow, but to you, to you it was more than that. 

You always underestimated your feelings for Donghyuck, pushing them to the back of your heart, telling yourself it would be better to just suppress them, that nothing good would come from confessing. However, nights like this made doing just that extremely difficult. After a few seconds your fingers found their way into his hair and you could feel him relax further into your lap. You look down at him with a smile before that same smile turns into a frown when you remind yourself that no matter how much you want this to mean something for both of you, it will never happen. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up the next morning, still on the couch with Donghyuck, his head still on your lap and your hand still in his hair, the only difference is the grip of his arms around your thigh. You move slightly, hoping the movement was enough to make him loosen his grip on your leg but not so much to tear him from sleep. Luck seemed to be on your side today, his grip loosened enough for you to slide your body out from under him and off the couch as you walked lightly towards your room, closing the door behind you. 

About an hour has passed since you hid in your room. You made your way to the kitchen, deciding it was more than enough time to not seem suspicious. You heard Donghyuck groan from the couch and you peek around the corner to see him. 

“Rough night,huh?” You say as Heachan sits up from his previous position on the couch, rubbing his head. You grab 2 ibuprofen and a glass of water before walking into the living room and placing them on the table in front of Donghyuck. 

“I think so? I honestly don’t remember most of it.” He takes the medication you brought him and sip the water before placing the mostly filled glass back on the table. 

“Yea. That’s not surprising at all. You walked in at 2am and screamed “Honey. I’m home!”” You chuckled slightly. The interaction last night was annoying but looking back you found it almost endearing. Donghyuck cringed at the thought and made a vow to never drink again, you both know it was a lie. “You should probably let Renjun know that you’re alive.” You tell him before walking back to your room and text Renjun yourself

You spend the rest of your day avoiding your hungover roommate. Renjun’s text keeps you in your thoughts the entire time. 

The next day starts similarly to the day prior, the only difference was Hyuck and his friends pre-gamed at Jeno’s house instead of yours. You study for a few hours and are brought back to reality by the front door opening and what sounded like 2 people stumbling inside. You hear the sounds of a girl giggling followed by Haechan shushing her. Your heart sinks a bit as you realize what is happening and put your headphones on, turning the volume high enough to drown out the sounds you know are coming. Studying becomes increasingly difficult just imagining what is happening in the room down the hall, so you decide to attempt to sleep. Headphones still on, volume slightly higher than before, you lay in bed, watching tiktoks until you eventually can’t keep your eyes open any longer. 

You hear the girl leave the next morning before Donghyuck starts to stir, and you just lay in bed for a few minutes until you know she’s gone. You slowly make your way to the kitchen, making yourself a coffee as well as Donghyuck, since you know he would need it. You place the usual ibuprofen next to a glass of water as you begin breakfast. Donghyuck enters the kitchen groggily as you place a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs next to the medication, water, and coffee. 

“Good Morning.” You say, your voice is a bit weaker than anticipated, still hurt by Hyucks actions and the text from Renjun the day before.  

“God I love you.” He says before taking the meds and stuffing his face with breakfast. You swear you can audibly hear your heart shatter into a million pieces at his words. You smile slightly as you try to mask the pain. 

“Everything okay?” He asks, still shoveling food into his mouth. 

“Yea. I’m fine.” an obvious lie but Donghyucks head hurts too badly and he is enjoying the food too much to notice. “Just have a big exam that I’m worried about, that's all.” You fake a smile as you take a bite of your breakfast. 

“Well. If anyone can ace it, it's you!” he replies enthusiastically. You give another light smile before quickly placing your dishes in the dishwasher and retreating to your room to study. 

Not long after, Donghyuck takes it upon himself to come into your room and plop himself on your bed. 

“May I help you?” You ask without looking away from your notes. 

“Bored.” He says with a huff. 

“Why don’t you hang out with one of your girlfriends” You reply, a bit of disdain in your voice. 

“Where is all of this coming from?” He was confused. You normally enjoyed his company while studying, and he would occasionally help. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” all of the emotions you have held back for so long came crashing in like a tsunami wave. 

“What do you mean? Do what? Y/N what’s going on?” Donghyuck was now concerned on top of his confusion as he watched the tears fall from your eyes onto the notes you had sprawled on your desk. 

“Please just go Hyuck.” You say, wiping the tears from your face. 

“Y/N” 

“Go.” Your voice is softer than anticipated. Donghyuck slowly stood from your bed and made his way out of your room to his. 

He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to wrack his brain to find what could have caused you to have this outburst. It couldn’t have been the girl he brought home last night, right? You didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you so why would you care if he tried to get over you. He pulled out his phone and texted Renjun. Out of all of his friends, you were closest to Renjun after him of course. 

After Donghyuck had left you pulled your knees to your chest and sobbed at your desk. Your phone lit up with a text from Renjun. 

After texting Renjun, you moved from your desk to your bed. A hood pulled around your head. Your face is stained with tears and your eyes puffy from crying. A soft knock can be heard from your door but you don’t have the energy to move or even vocalize to let them in or tell them to go away. After a moment of silence, Donghyuck slowly opens the door. 

“y/n?” he asks in the darkness of our room, waiting what felt like an eternity to me for you to answer. When you don’t respond he slowly makes his way to your bed and sits gently on the edge near your feet, looking down at his fidgeting hand trying to find his words.

You start to speak before he can. Your voice startles him and shakes him from his thoughts. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” Your voice still meek from crying. You cough slightly before speaking again. “I can’t keep doing this little…. Dance we’re doing.” You try to take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying again, but your voice quivers slightly. “I have feelings for you, Hyuck. I try to act like I don’t and that I don’t care but I do, and it scares me. It scares me because you act like you feel the same, like when you lay with me and watch Charmed and let me play with your hair.” You smile at the memory from 2 nights ago, only for a moment though, and then the tears fill again threatening to spill as you continue “but then you go and bring a girl home and fuck her while I’m here… and then tell me you love me the next morning..” You stop for a moment as tears start to fall. “I can’t tell if it’s all pretty lies or if you feel the same but I am so tired.” You try to get your breathing under control. “Tired of trying, tired of hiding how I feel, and tired of feeling…. Like this…” You gesture to the air exacerbated before pulling your knees to your chest once again, and waiting for Donghyuck to speak. 

He just stares at you for a minute, trying to gather his thoughts, but his body reacted faster than his brain could. Next thing he knew he was kneeling next to you, gently lifting your chin to look at him, before softly pressing his lips to yours. You don’t react right away, still trying to process all of the things you had just said. After a few seconds you relax and begin to kiss back, your lips moving in sync. You pull away, both unable to do anything but look at eachother. 

“I love you.” Donghyuck finally broke the silence. “And not like an innocent, friendly, “I love you”, like I am in love with you.” Your eyes go wide as you register his words. 

“I love you, too” You reply without realizing it. 

[teddy-bear-queen]

Starscream deserved better.

The more and more transformer media I consume the more angry I get at the treatment of Starscream. He’s just desperately trying to survive.

OH YEAH BUT MEGATRON, THE ABSOLUTE ASSHAT?? The ABUSER?? He gets a redemption arc!!! Literally fuck OFF.

‘The decepticons are no more bc I now know what it’s like to be oppressed :(’ fuck off. The reason you are the way you are is because you liked the power. He already knew what it was like to be oppressed, because that was THE WHOLE FUCKING PREMISE OF THE WAR!

I haven’t finished the series but I’ve seen enough from previous iterations to know that this bullshit is going to drive me insane. Here’s an idea: stop giving abusers redemption arcs because you think they’re hot. How about we give redemption arcs to the victims (starscream) instead. OR JUST KEEP THEM BOTH EVIL! IDFC! BUT DONT MAKE IT SEEM LIKE STARSCREAM CANT BE REDEEMED AND MEGATRON CAN. Blatant victim blaming.

EDIT:

Fuck you megatron simpers, if you were a decepticon and real etc. he’d fucking abuse you beyond the point of breaking. He’s an abuser. Deal with it.

I didn’t mean to come off so aggressive in this part, I apologise for that. Here I further explain what I mean. Please read the whole thing.

EDIT 2:

Just because I feel the need to say this: Im not excusing starscream or apologising him. He’s an asshole in every sense of the word, and he’s had his fair share of… shall we say “bad deeds”. He’s toxic. I’m not excusing that (it’s actually another reason I like him, the way he behaves and his personality intrigue me!). I actually also like Megatron in that way. He’s a character I love to hate sort of deal. And some people just love him! That’s also okay! What isn’t okay is the romanticisation and fetishisation of abuse. Don’t excuse either of these characters toxic behaviours just because he’s hot lmao.

My issue with it is that Megatron, who has done so much worse, got redeemed whereas Starscream is continually demonised or straight-up killed. It just makes no sense to me how Starscream, who continually throughout many iterations seems to have the most potential for redemption, is demonised. (if people want I could write an analysis on starscream to further explain because it would be fun).

Either redeem Starscream AND Megatron, or just Starscream.

[erexart]

I agree with ur engie talk! I think like a lot of the egos he's somewhat of a base of a character that has hints and scenes of deeper character to them that we as fans get to go crazy with. I think marks work has a way of like..... beginning as a parody or pastiche of something else (date as a romantic movie, heist as a heist movie, iswm as a Sci fi) that slowly morphs into something deeper and emotionally destructive, ala darks appearance in date as well as heist, heists deeper routes that turn into almost entirely different genres, and spaces secret behind the wormhole. I think engie being both a bit of a blank doll that serves as the caps yes man and then splintering apart to show a deeper character is very much purposeful and a part of the impact of iswm. engies descent as old mark and "dont" and emotional beats of "thanks for not giving up on me" and such are so devastating BECAUSE he begins as such a blank yes man to us I think

Thanks for sharing your thoughts anon! I also saw another person’s tags about this that talks about how engie is singular yet a multitude and I’m glad people are thinking the same thing! I personally think EVERY character is sort of a blank doll too

Like my own interpretation of warfstache is he is a tortured mind with a fragile side, and i focus on the more gentle more tender side to him, dark is the same and i focus on the more heartbreaking more softer side of him. But that doesn’t make the fun-disco-murder loving wilford headcanon wrong! Or dark the cold-harsh-manipulative-red flag entity you wouldn’t date wrong either! Every interpretation is right and inconclusive, none of them are incorrect unless mark himself specifies.

Mark basically made x reader fanfics but in video form😂 and he told all of us “just go crazy with it idfc” and I just think it’s so neat of him

[fernlessbastard]

Fern I need your help ASAP

Gimme a title for a fic, quick one shot.

I don't care if it's a really good title, or a funny one, it's gonna be cool either way. If it won't fit the fic in the slightest? Even more hilarious, love it.

The fic is amnesia, fluff and dealing with emotional issues tnt duo idfc. Not an established relationship. Not really angst, other than dealing with older issues and working it out kinda. No smut.

jokes aside hm a couple ideas then (feel free to change up the phrasing):

"I wasn't held as a child"

"Bro you/we need therapy"

"Despite everything, it's still you"

"Cierpienia Młodego Wertera" <-little easter egg for all my Polish folk out there UwU

"But I go crazy, when I'm not with you"

"Let's make it painful" <- depending on the angst idfk

"I can't let you see me swoon"

[a-preferable-alternative]

vent / thought train incomming (chuu chuu)

I think the only reason I want to experience getting loved so badly is because nothing has a worth for me anymore, yk?

Money: nah

My life: nah

Family: nah

Stuff: ehh (i like the small joy of getting stuff and putting it in my shelf but I doubt that the material worth matters to me)

The only thing I actually care abt are my friends and getting them happy through drawings and other small presents (cuz deep down i feel like thats all i can give them) and shit (cuz idfc abt money i just want them happy)

Maybe cuz i reflect these emotions? I feel happy when someone I like is happy... saying it like that makes it kinda disgusting lmao

"getting loved" is the next level of "getting liked" (I guess, at least my brian thinks so). This kind of affection is the only thing I want to experience because deep down I idolize it so much as "the only thing that will truely make and also keep me happy" cuz its like a 24/7 job. I always wished for a couple of irl friends to do shit with and yea... now I finally got them and think I cant go without them anymore.

And I dont like being alone due to the thoughts... It takes forever for me to fall asleep and in my brain, sleeping next to someone might fix that

But I cant start dating the conventional way due to being too autistic / having alexithymia. I don't feel any empathy for most people, sometimes even close friends (which got me into an existencial crisis several times). In hindsight, there were maybe like 5 people in my life who actually inwoked feelings of empathy / pity within me. It seems almost random who I'm having these feelings towards to. It's not a "oh, maybe you'll develope these feelings after time", no, they come either pretty quickly after getting to know that person or not at all... Even if I like someone, that doesnt mean that I'm feeling with them if they're sad / something bad happens to them. I often think "yeah if that person would die, I wouldnt feel a thing"...

I can't just go around looking for people until i find someone who I'm randomly having empathy for because it would probably take me decades. But I also dont want to pretend that I'm having emotions for someone just to experience getting loved, thats not the point.

Finding someone who is okay with my weird, excentric, asexual, autistic, disabled ass is a whole different topic...

I crave for something idealistic I will never have and its killing me

[psychiatricwarfare]

i think sometimes people forget that there's more than one way to be trans & that bigots Do Not Care what flavour of trans you are, they want us all dead so can we please stop arguing over things that literally dont matter and lift each other up instead of tearing each other down? im sick of this afab vs amab, tme vs tma, transmasc vs transfemme, the total erasure of transnonbinary & trans intersex individuals (or just nonbinary & intersex ppl in general). im so so so sick of all these new boxes we're trying to stuff each other in when elder trans ppl fought so hard against those boxes!!

for fucks sake, no one trans group has it any better or any worse than any other trans group, we just have it different, the transphobes want us ALL dead - whether its for different reasons or by different means, dead is dead. they dont care if youre tme afab transfemme or if youre tma axab transfemmasc or if youre a god damn clown fish. its all the same "agenda" to them.

im so fucking done seeing posts saying "trans women have No idea what its like to deal with....." or "TMEs fuck off! you're not welcome here!" or any of that shit because THAT is exactly how white supremacists get a foothold in. THAT is how we lose this battle. fucking THAT is how we get divided and conquered. they want us to split up into smaller groups and fight each other, they want us to be too weak to fight back and the way to do that is to wittle down our numbers & until they can get away with outright killing us in broad daylight (more than they already have) they have to make do with splitting us up and turning us against each other

im just sick and tired of all the infighting, you're either with ALL of us or you're with the white supremacists, idfc if you are trans yourself. we need all of us to work together and put our differences aside. it is not that fucking hard to sit yourself down and go "ok well they may not know what it's like to be me, but i dont know what its like to be them either" and realise that turning against other trans ppl just bc "they dont understand" is ridiculous and just a bad move when we're in the middle of a fight for our fucking lives. who cares who's "more oppressed" this isnt the god damn olympics, this is the fight for human rights and right now we need to focus on keeping all of us alive. save your petty irrelevant fucking discourse for when we aren't focused on trying to keep our community ALIVE

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

idfc

pairing(s): best friend!jeremiah fisher x best friend!fem!oc

warnings: pet names

summary: finally coming back to cousins, molly and jeremiah become closer than ever.

authors note: hi guys!! this is from my jeremiah fisher fic on wattpad. go check it out! you can read it here :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

DRIVING TO COUSINS WAS ALWAYS RELAXING. 

it was so calming and the scenery was gorgeous.

steven was driving while molly sat in the passengers seat, belly behind her and laurel behind steven. can't do better by kim petras was booming through the speaker while belly sang her heart out with charismatic gestures to follow.

molly laughed quietly at her sisters loud singing. laurel couldn't help but laugh too when she started acting as if she was beating on a drum kit beside her. even steven's lips upturned slightly as she shouted "you can't do better," at the top of her lungs in key with the song.

"uh, can you guys turn it down a little?" laurel asked sweetly. "please."

steven agreed with a chuckle. "yes, please." he reached over and turned the dial slightly to lower the volume.

"thank you," she said. "i want you to be better about helping out this summer. like, don't just leave your dishes in the sink. load them into the dishwasher. and not just your own dish either, steven. i want you to be good houseguests."

"mom," he started. "susannah has people who clean, doesn't she?" he asked.

laurel reached forward and swatted him on the side of the head. "steven."

"ow!" he exclaimed, ducking away from her hand. molly and belly stiffled their laughs. "all right. all right. sorry."

laurel had always been weird about money. the fact that susannah had a lot and they didn't.

"just be considerate and act like i raised you right," she pleaded. "steven, that means don't stay out too late."

he immediately tipped his head back and rolled his eyes. "mom, i'm too old for a curfew!"

"wait, what about me? i don't have a curfew either, right?" belly asked hopefully.

steven laughed. "what do you need a curfew for?" he teased. "you don't go anywhere."

"don't be a jackass, steven," laurel chimed in.

"what?" he laughed again.

laurel sighed. "belly, we'll talk about it when something comes up."

"and what about molly?" steven asked. "she can come to parties with me and jere now, right mom?"

she looked out the window and thought for a minute. "as long as you're not out too late, and you guys all stick together."

he held his hand up to his younger sister who immediately smiled and high fived him.

belly simply rolled her eyes. "oh, and don't forget, you promised you'd take me driving," she said to her brother.

laurel turned to look at her. "belly, i told you i'd take you," she said.

"yeah, but you're too judgy," she said awkwardly.

"excuse me?" asked as the other two laughed.

belly his her head in her hand and smiled. "yes, i'm sorry."

while the laughter died down, steven pulled into a gas station and parked the car next to a pump. the girls all got out and headed inside, molly and belly immediately heading for the candy and chip aisle.

belly quickly opened up a bag of cheetos before stuffing a few into her mouth. feeling some eyes on them, they both turned to the right, seeing the cashier staring. "hey," he said nonchalantly.

molly made a disgusted face and grabbed her younger sisters hand then pulled her away and further into the aisle. belly held her bag of chips close to her while molly grabbed a bag of sour patch kids and a pack of air head extremes for their brother.

they headed over to the fridges that contained the drinks and each grabbed a cherry coke, molly grabbing another for steven. then unfortunately, they made their way to the counter with the creepy cashier.

"are you two new this summer?" he asked them, looking both up and down not so secretively.

belly looked around to assure he was speaking to them and chuckled. "uh, us? no."

"really?" he hummed. "thought i knew every pretty girl in cousins." and while the youngest conklin smiled and looked down as a pink blush painted her cheeks, molly simple rolled her eyes and looked around for laurel. "comin' to the bonfire tonight? first of the season."

"uh, maybe," belly nodded. her sister looked to her and raised an eyebrow.

he smiled. "come. i'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"maybe i will," she smiled.

thankfully to molly's luck, laurel had appeared by her side. "after we get settled, do you girls want to go to whale of a tale with me so i can pre-sign stock before the signing tomorrow night?"

"uh.." belly's face began to turn red in embarrassment.

laurel smiled as she reminisced. "remember how you girls used to sit on my lap when i did signings there?" she asked, twirling with molly's long curly locs. "you two insisted on drawing little whales on every book i signed."

the youngest shook her head. "no, i—i don't remember that," she chuckled.

the cashier held out the card to belly, which was swiped away by her mother. "i'll take that. thank you," she grabbed the card before turning back to the girls. "i'll make you a deal. i'll let you guys pick out tonights dessert if you come with me and keep me company," she said as she headed towards the door.

"i'll see you later," the man said as belly walked towards the door laurel was holding open.

"what's later?" she asked her youngest.

belly stepped out in embarrassment and headed towards the car. "nothing."

once they were all seated in the car, molly handed steven his snacks and he slipped a few sour strings into his mouth before turning the key and starting the drive to the house.

and seeing that 'entering cousins beach' sign held a feeling like no other. they truly felt at home there. and it was so, so great to be back.

but pulling into the driveway made the two girls anxious. they looked a lot different then they did the last time they were here. and a lot had changed too.

steven turned the car off and grabbed the keys, honking twice with a smile for what was to come. and almost immediately, the door was opening with a very excited jeremiah fisher. "what's up?" he asked happily as he ran out to hug laurel, who was the first out of the car.

"hi. oh my god," she smiled as she approached him with arms open.

he jogged up with his signature smile. "hello." he bent down and wrapped his arms around her, lightly swaying her from side to side. "long time no see."

"good to see you," she replied as she let go and went to hug his mom. susannah, like her som, jogged over to her best friend and embraced her.

steven and jeremiah were hugging it out behind them while belly got out quickly and stood up, waiting for him to notice her. and when he did, he was all smiles again. "look who came back all grown up," he said, walking towards her. she wrapped her arms around his neck while his went around her middle as he swayed them back and forth.

molly could feel her heart pounding in her chest. she missed her best friends more than anything, and now she was finally here with them. she got out the car just as the two let go, them uttering something to each other then laughing.

he turned around and she could immediately see the familiar glint in his eye return. he didn't even need to say anything. he was smiling harder than ever as he charged toward her and lifted her with ease. she squealed when he picked her up and laughed as he spun the two around in circles. "god, i missed you so much," he mumbled against her hair. "hows my girl been?"

"i missed you too jere," she laughed at his typical flirting and ignored the other question. "now put me down." he placed her on the ground, arms still wrapped around her, holding her close.

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idfc — jeremiah fisher by peachytangerineee

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I just don't believe the manga. There's no way AFO is actually gone for real. He still needs to interact with both yoichi and izuku. I believe that we'll see him as either izuku's dad at the end of the manga (the clone theory) or he will appear one more time as a vestige inside izuku or tomura.

It's not the first time afo had faked being dead. He had done that in the battle with All might seven years ago, and he did it with endeavour.

How long have I not looked deep in my Inbox-!?!?!?

But also as we now know AFO is definitely not good for good! The vestige is right there ready to cause chaos and mayham. But also suffering some severe IDFC syndrome after losing OFA quirk. So we definitely going to have to wait and see what happens.