#forgive me if the specifics are off i dont have the spoons to look into the case again rn

[savethepinecones]

clearly the mcdonalds employee never heard about ken rex mcelroy

[jotun-design-party]

Hey I was wondering, by your example of the harmful design does what if! Loki sort of follow this harmful trope? I know this is based on aos loki but just as an example that kind of thing.

And also I’ve seen a lot of jotnar portrayed with minimal clothing and mostly only armor in like canon media not just fanon and I thought that was purely because they are more immune to the cold and don’t need to try and get warm but I may be mistaken. Are you saying that is also harmful or just if it is sexualized?

These questions are purely just to understand your meaning and not to be critical or anything! Thanks so much! This event looks super fun!

hi, yes! good [timezone.] no worries, i'm very happy to answer questions & please forgive if my syntax is weird today, i have a chronic disability which causes some brain fog during flare-ups so my sentence structure might not be the most elegant. i WAS given a superpower to counter this (a disability which, for our purposes here, i will sum up as "it makes my vocabulary big") but for the sake of clarity i'll be responding with a bit of a shortened version of all of my thoughts so that it makes a little bit more sense. i can go more in-depth at a later time if needed

under the cut, summary:

What If jötnar are not nearly AS bad as a lot of the jötun art i've seen in fanon and canon so it gets a very hesitant green-light from me. and also the issue with putting jötnar in minimal clothes is that artists still tend to choose to dress them in clothing items that are associated with racist and offensive depictions of real-life people

+ some of my personal ideas about what jötnar might wear

the jötnar in What If do rely on some of the same antiblack and anti-american indigenous stereotypes that we see in the comics but their designs aren't NEARLY as caricature-y as the comic book designs are and they do a better job at making it look like something an alien would wear. still bad, but not NEARLY as bad as the comics, i'd give it a very hesitant green light

the main issue with jötnar being depicted in minimal clothing is that oftentimes, the artists choose clothing specifically related to these racist stereotypes to evoke imagery of the Assumed lifestyle of both the jötnar and the real life people who are affected by the stereotypes. this is an obviously satirical example because my brain isn't working well enough to think of a more genuine one, but it wouldn't be a problem if someone drew their jötnar to be running around in heart-print boxers pin-up posing, you know? the issue is largely that people make the choice to draw them in long sheer skirts draped with gold like orientalist stereotypes of women, or in loincloths and furs and bone piercings in their noses.

basically there are all sorts of ways to visually get across their cold immunity, and have them dressed minimally, without putting them in skirts and loincloths and stuff

----- the stuff down here ⬇️ are just my personal thoughts and dont have any bearing on the actual contest, just some of my ideas that you can read for fun if you so desire

and this is definitely more of a personal thing, but i don't Personally think it makes much sense to have jötnar dressed in minimal clothing even if they are immune to the cold. this is just because, snow still melts haha. so i don't think it makes too much logical sense to have them barefoot and without any sort of cloak to protect them from the weather. plus, light reflects off of snow and is known to give people sunburns, ao i like to cover up their skin too <- this however is all optional. it's fiction and it doesn't need to be really very practical it's just the sort of thing i enjoy thinking about so i wanted to share my thoughts

i defo do not have the spoons to bust out a thor mini so you're just going to have to use your imagination but this outfit i drew them in is also like all kinds of impractical for a human or an asgardian to wear in the snow :') i mean can you imagine going out into a blizzard wearing latex and an underboob window? i imagine that thor would be wearing fur-lined leather coats and thick pants and three layers of socks and heavy duty boots next to this bitch ⬇️

this isn't my definitive loki design though. i have a lot of thoughts bumping around in my head and art that i havent posted (and probably won't post) and this ⬆️ was just a quick example i busted out to give a visual difference

[strawberry-nugget]

Oddly specific bnha headcanons

Characters: Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, All Might, Endeavor, Hawks, Dabi

A/N: I'm finally back from my mini hiatus and I finally finished a part of my never ending cursed head canons and I also hit a new milestone so I feel like you all deserve this attempt of mine at comedy for the love I've been getting...I'm also sorry, this is a wild ride, and as you're reading you might wonder why did I make these? And the answer is, simply, because I can 😭, no lol though true... I'm soft so if these made you laugh and you leave an LMAO comment I'll think about it forever uwu. I've talked about most of these with my dear friend @aichiin, who is an amazing artist whom should support in all platforms uwu bye

Warnings: some of this content is NSFW, 18+, so if you're under 18 DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: everyone is at least of 18 years of age

• I can't explain why, and we've seen Endeavor texting shoto in canon but... I feel like probably his texts look like this: …..shoto why aren't you Answering your phone… 

….tell fuyumi to make you soba… . 

… ……are you still friends with that rude boy from school.. 

…I don't want any take out dont get any for me tell natsuo that I'm sorry and try to ask him if he's changed his mind about forgiving me.… 

• All might opens a Facebook account a month before the beloved class graduates as his way to keep on touch with everyone after they're off to fight crime and lives his life as the ultimate Facebook mom and thinks he's texting people but apparently posting on your Facebook wall isn't texting. He has probably made a thousand posts asking midoriya how it works until people just, they just, accept it, I guess, there's nothing else they can do. He uses the Facebook mom tulip emoji and writes in all cap. Give him credit for being so sweet tho. 

And probably it goes like this: "💞🥰🌷🤣WHAT AN AMAZING SUNDAY. GOOD MORNING YOUNG MIDORIYA HOW HAVE YOU BEEN" Ofc he will not hesitate to use all these emojis unironically, in fact, he doesn't know that is the ironic use of an emoji, leave him alone

(Comments on the post most probably go like this: Bakugo: I EXIST TOO YOU OLD HAG, FUCK YOU DEKU, I DIDN'T BRING YOU TO THIS WORLD BUT I SURE WILL TAKE YOU OUT. MOTHERFUCKER. 

Denki: mister al mght do we have english tomorrow ? 

Momo: @denki, no but we have literature, hello mister all might sir, have a nice day too

All might: YOUNG BAKUGO PLEASE WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE 🤣 YOUNG KAMINARI, AS YOUNG YAOYOROZU SAID YOU HAVE LITERATURE AFTER MY CLASS📜 HAVE A BEAUTIFUL EVENING YOUNG YAOYOROZU🌷

• I'm sorry for this but.... Midoriya, Denki and Kirishima probably lick their finger after they absolutely drill it in their noses but here's the deal

Midoriya inspects what he fished out like thoroughly, Denki dissociates while staring at it, and Kirishima does so straight out of his nose

• Someone told Shoto that Saiki K is based on true events and he genuinely believes it and tries to find Saiki K, claiming that he is the answer to all of his problems. Is very subtle about it tho.

• I think that in part one of these atrocious head canons we established that Keigo would willingly put effort to find the clit, right? Listen he probably asks what's the concept of the clit, like why is it outside and not inside- wait you have another spot inside, yeah? He's is so confused and for what? Won't stop for it mid sex but he searches reproduction organ anatomy later on on google because he brought some questions in his brain that need answers. On the clit. You heard me right.

• Dabi looks like he once had a break up that was so rough that he opened a Twitter just to drag the other person down. For once, I won't go into detail and will let your imaginations run wild. 

• I have to do a a cursed one for Bakugo right? Well yeah uhm, he probably was caught flexing his muscles in the mirror during vacation, totally naked too, by one of his friends in his group and screamed in a high pitched voice and picked up that little hotel room fridge to cover himself up and chased them around the hotel room until he just crushed the poor item. To the floor? Because he tried to use it as a cover up and it just slipped... It's even worse if the friend was a potential s/o. He'll scream like one of the screaming/simping TikTok sounds.

• Bakugo also really hates chairs. Idk why I have this headcanon, but I know it in my heart that this man, as an adult, only has those round weird- ish IKEA stools around the kitchen table that's all. No more chairs. Nothing.

• this is too self indulgent but Kirishima and Deku look like the people who, while washing forks, spoons etc they create whole stories about them and treat them like characters, and others would just look at them so confused as to why it takes 16 minutes to wash off a spoon and why are they also crying but you wouldn't understand. This spoon is Cinderella. Back off and let. them. finish. their. stories.

• I feel like Jirou has phases where she only wants to wear black but then she sees a nice pair of jeans and buys it, and then buys some more and then she gets mad about having blue jeans and she dyes them, but then she grows out of that phase for a few months and she tries to find ways to make the fabric paint fade away

• I also think that she, after spending a little time with Momo, spends money on a lot of clothes, and it's not like Momo buys too many clothes, but Jirou always wants to upgrade her wardrobe and ends up feeling lost on what she wants to wear

• Denki and Kirishima turn into the same person a little more every single time they hang out together. You'll listen to Denki say 'manly' all the time and Kirishima starts trying to find leather jackets that look cool on him, and just adopts Dennis speaking habits.

[bi-zemo]

Unexpected wakings and many cups of tea - winterbaron

Authors note: this isn’t exactly romantic but while i was writing it i imagined it as them slowly realising they like eachother even if its not specifically stated.

cross-posted on ao3

They were in riga. The walls were thin and in the early hours of the morning zemo was awakened by the clink of china and a kettle boiling. He rolled out of bed rubbing his eyes before pulling on a robe and running a hand through his hair.

“Trouble sleeping james?”

The man startled in the dim light of the kitchen.

“Thought you were asleep.”

“Thin walls.”

Bucky was pouring a tea into one of the mugs zemo had tucked away in a back cupboard.

“Sorry. I’ll be quieter.”

Zemo glanced at the clock. 2:36 am.

“You mind if I join you.”

“Sure yeah.”

Zemo pulled a more refined tea cup and saucer from a cupboard, a strainer and teaspoon from a drawer.

“You wanna talk about why you’re awake this late?”

He spooned a delicate green tea and rose mix into the strainer before pouring the boiled water over.

“Not particularly.”

“Nightmares then.”

Bucky glanced at him.

“You forget I was also in the military james.”

Zemo lifted his finished tea to his lips, blowing on it to cool it.

“Yeah well i dont want to talk about it.”

“Thats fine, shall we see whats in my film collection?”

Zemo startled awake when the door buzzed then clanged open, his cells bright lights blinding him for a moment. When his vision returned he realised there was a familiar figure at the foot of his bed.

“James?”

“How did you do it.”

Zemo sat up, a half read book sliding off his chest.

“Forgive me my mind is not working at the moment. How did i do what?”

“The van”

Zemo chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his sleep messed hair.

“You’ll figure it out.”

He slid back into his warm bed and closed his eyes again.

“Oh for fucks sake.”

He was lifted from his bed, his usually composed manner slipping for a moment until he was thumped onto his feet.

“Tell me.”

“May i have something in return?”

“Depends.”

The two men looked eachother in the eye for a moment.

“Allow me to sleep in a comfortable bed for a night and let me tell you over dinner james.”

“Of course thats what you’ll want.”

Zemo cocked his head.

“Is that a no.”

James turned and left the room.

Zemo had just nodded off when he heard the door open yet again.

“The locked window and baby monitor wasn’t enough.”

“I dont trust you”

Zemo sighed into the thick pillows under his head. Attempting to sink further into the luxurious hotel mattress.

“At least just stay in the room. That door beeping is going to make me go mad.”

James paused for a moment before sinking into a velvet armchair across the room.

Zemo attempted to sleep again, pulling the heavy duvet up and closing his eyes, but he could feel buckys gaze on him.

“Relax james. I’m not going to escape in my sleep.”

Zemo was actually asleep when he was woken up the same night, this time by a yelp from the corner. He reached over and turned on the lamp.

“James?”

The normally intimidating man was asleep on his chair, squirming and making whimpers, almost like he was in pain.

Zemo approached the chair, hesitantly placing his hand on buckys flesh arm, but bucky almost jumped away in his sleep, toppling the chair and landing with a thump on the floor. He woke with a shout, kicking out so zemo also ended up falling.

“It was just a nightmare james.”

Buckys breaths were laboured and he was glancing at zemo, who still managed to look dignified after just waking up and being decked by a super soldier.

“Sorry”

“No need to apologise, i get them too. Though i have no doubt yours are worse.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the lamp light casting a golden glow across them both.

“I think you may have broken the chair.”

Buckys laboured breaths turned into a slight chuckle and he cracked a small smile.

“Yeah”

They stood in comfortable silence as zemo made tea for the two of them in the hotels kitchenette, buckys eyes half closed with exhaustion and zemo slightly less uptight than usual.

“Camomile and honey.”

Bucky gently took the teacup from zemos hand, the vibranium fingers barely clinking against the cup as he held it delicately.

“Thank you.”

Zemo took his own cup, the same but with more honey, and leant slightly against the counter, smiling slightly at the view of bucky taking such caution with the fragile cup.

“I believe I read the hotel has netflix, care to join me for a film?“

“Ok, but nothing too pretentious.”

Bucky blinked open his eyes, light streaming through the curtains onto his face, the credits of some sokovian kids movie rolling down the tv.

Zemo, the one who chose the movie,had also nodded off part way through, evident by the heavy head on buckys flesh arm. He could feel the mans chest move with his breaths, the gentle movement soothing bucky as he attempted to fully wake up.

He slid out of zemos grip, heading to the kitchen as the man woke from the sudden movement.

“English breakfast tea, two sugars, right?”

Zemo yawned, running a hand through his hair. “Huh”

Bucky smiled to himself and put the kettle on to boil.

[lonelycouchpotatoe]

Secret Santa Apex

@apex-secretsanta

@dupesoclock I hope u like it bro marry Christmas my dude

Sorry if it kinda sucks if u dont like it i can write u something else or try to draw u something but ya i hope u like it bro

Octane smiled softly as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of Elliot's face. He looked so peaceful. Like nothing bad could ever happen, and for once octane hoped things would never change. Elliott stirred awake before wrapping his arms around octane, pushing their bodies impossibly close. The sound of octane's heartbeat lulling him back to sleep. Octane pulled Elliot closer, wrapping his legs around him before returning to sleep. The warmth of his partner made him feel safe. Elliott woke up, smiling upon seeing how octane was positioned. Octane had trouble staying still even while sleeping apparently. He was face-first on the ground with what was left of his legs resting on the bed. He was going to be sore after this. Elliott went to the restroom and when he returned octane was still face-first on the ground. Elliott picked him up, carrying him back to bed placing him in a comfortable position before placing a kiss on his forehead. Just as he was about to leave octane grabbed his hand pulling him down. 

“Where are you going, mi amor (my love)?” Octane placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“Uh breakfast and it's 10 am we should probably get up” Mirage reasoned trying to stand up. 

Octane crawled on top of Elliott, making sure he would be able to get up. 

“No, we don't”.

“Are you telling me that thee Octane wants to stay in bed all day but isn't your whole motto go go go”?

“It is, but it's just so comfy with you” He pressed his face into Elliot's chest. 

“Your chest is very soft by the way” Octane grabbed Eliott’s chest pressing them together. 

Elliott slapped his hands away sitting up before pushing Octane away. 

“Leave my chest alone!” Elliott stuck out his tongue and covered his chest with his arms. 

“You mean your boobs?” Elliot's face turned bright red, he grabbed a pillow throwing it with all his might hitting Octane in his face. 

Octane laughed at Elliot's little outburst.

“You're an asshole, you know that right!” Elliott shouted, his lip forming a pout. 

Octane crawled towards him, “And your prefect” octane placed a quick kiss on his lips. 

“You can't do that! You can't win every argument by kissing me!” Elliott turned his back facing Octane. 

“Oh come on, no estés enojado conmigo amor (don't be mad at me love). I was just joking. You still love me right?” Octan hugged Elliott from behind wrapping his arms around his waist resting his chin on his shoulder. 

“Of course I still love you! I'm just up-up, sus-set, frick, I'm just upset!”  Elliott pouted, crossing his arms. 

“Pero porque (but why)? Is it cuz I said you had boobs?” Octane slid his arms up to cup Elliott’s chest. 

Elliott sighed pushing Octane’s arms down.

“Maybe” he whispered.

“But I love your boobs,” Octane said, placing a kiss on his shoulder, placing a hand over his chest before grabbing a handful of flesh. 

“Can you stop saying boobs please?” Elliott said, moving away from Octane. 

“Ey, no te enojes (hey don't get mad), If I make you something will you forgive me” Octane reached for Elliott making grabby hands. 

“You'll burn the house down” Eliott rolled his eyes. 

“No! I can cook. My parents were always too busy to cook for me and the maid never made anything I liked” Octane grimace at the memory “I don't want no rich people food yuck” Octane stuck his tongue out. 

Elliott glared at him. 

“Fine I can only cook like three things and I make a mess… but my arroz con leche and flan taste good! Ask Ajay she can vouch for me!”. 

“Fine but you're cleaning the kitchen and you're washing the dishes” Octane groaned but agreed. 

He grabbed his prosthetics and ran off to the kitchen.  After what seemed forever Octane came back with the food. 

“Tada! What do you think” Octane grabbed a spoon and placed it at Elliott’s lips “Does it taste good?”

“You made this tavi? I don't believe it” Elliott said, taking another spoonful of the arroz con leche. 

“I'll take that as a yes,” Octane said before eating his. 

“Hey, amor” mirage hummed in response. 

“Tienes algo aquí (you have something here)” Octane cupped his face before kissing him. 

“Did you get it?” Mirage smirked. 

“You know what I think I missed” Octane kissed him again. 

“There”. 

“You're so cheesy sometimes you know that, pretty sure that was my job” Mirage kissed the tip of  Octane’s nose.

Octane giggled, “But you love me for it don't ya?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't guess, you'll never know” Octane pouted. 

“Come on, come on, come on! The suspense is killing me amigo” Octane gripped mirage’s shoulder shaking him lightly. 

Mirage laughed making Octane smile. He felt as if he was falling in love all over again.

Mirage warped his arms around Octane pressing a kiss to his face, “Does that answer your question?”

Octane pretended to think for a moment before giving him his iconic shit-eating grin, “No I don't think it did”.

“I thought you were smarter than that because the answer is obviously I do love you” Mirage kissed his cheek. 

“Amigo you shouldn’t expect that much from me. I mean come on we share a brain cell and you own it”. 

Mirage ruffled Octane's hair,  “You know what, maybe we should stay here all day. It's not like we had anything ur-ur,ga-gan… important to do”.

Octane looked up at mirage like he meant the world to him, and he did. 

“Stop”.

“Stop what? Going to have to be more specific than that amor”.

“Stop looking at me like that!”

“I can't help it you're just too adorable when you stutter”. 

“No, I'm not!” Mirage’s cheeks flushed bright red.

“Boop” Octane poked Mirage's nose with his index finger. 

There was a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing. 

“Te quiero” octane said out of nowhere. 

Mirage giggled, “I know”.

“Good just wanted to make sure you knew” Octane placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“Well, then you should know I love you too” Mirage cupped his face and returned the kiss. 

Everything was perfect. There was nothing wrong. No one was shouting, there were no gunshots. No scary murder bots, no drug addictions to worry about. It was just perfect. And they both hoped that it would be like this always and that time would slow down a bit to let them enjoy this moment a bit more. 

[kosmicdream]

I was thinking about scissor the other day (fantastic reveal by the way) and then thought about the conversation paper and scissor were having most recently & I was wondering if you wouldn't mind talking about their dynamic little (if you wanted)??

Certainly! I mean. I’ll try to. as you can guess its gotten a bit more complicated as we have found out about Scissor. Here is a long assortment of my thoughts on the characters and their dynamics, i guess.

We already knew Scissor had violated Paper’s boundaries, (somewhat) forcefully manipulated her into working for him and also aggressively insulted/combated her morals.. phew.. but to add to that now, we find that Scissor is not actually a robot. He isn’t in the position he claims to be. It makes him that much more of a hypocrite, really. But, he is still defending the actual person’s rights he does genuinely care about, which is Cash.. who is unable to be in the position to call people out on their opinions on robots.. and who has completely agreed to let Scissor pretend to be her all in the quest to free herself and memories from the humans since Leadman has gone somewhat comatose.. So, in any case, there are many complicated layers of what is lies and what is truth. How does scissor use lies for his quest of truth, and how does the present established truth (such as, robots are not alive) hold back progress. All the while, some issues never go away. AKA, Transness is still disputed as being a legitimate thing, even in a world of shapeshifting monster people. Paper struggles to be seen as a specific binary gender where her species is often open to debate for not biologically adhering to established connotations of what is male and female. Hekaton species is.. pretty awful in terms of determining gender as being WHATEVER your eyes are. They also tend to judge the bodies, that they should reflect what they determine to be “the human equivalent” of what a male or female body should look like.. so. In this case, Knife is certainly a confusing case for not only being a Transman (what, why would anyone want to do that!!1 screams almost every hekaton YOU ARE FORFITTING YOUR SPECIAL CARD oh wait you cant even lay eggs? nvm) and then generally preferring to keep his boobs. And yeah, that was a difficult thing for Spoon to get around to understand at first, but once it clicked with him it was a very freeing experience-- not only for himself, but he was able to spread to others.. like Cash!This has gotten far away from the dynamic between Paper/Scissor but like....as u can see its difficult to determine who the fuck Scissor is, because.. he is Spoon, but he is -- Spoon avoiding being himself. He is embodying an idea or purpose of something else. Its the only way he can feel he can survive at this point by, sacrificing all his real feelings about his life and leaping into the skin and shoes of someone else he cares about, so he can do something good and helpful to them. That is how he finds he can keep going after this loss of his loved one. Cash doesn’t.. completely agree with these choices. But, It is what Scissor wants. And she did say she would do anything for him. And in this situation, she is getting a huge amount of help and support shes always desperately needed too, so, its a benefit for her as well. It still doesn’t make it the easiest thing to watch. It kind of seems like Scissor is progressively killing himself by destroying his hekaton self completely. He wants to believe he’s a robot instead. Who can turn off emotions, bottle memories and keep going as planned. In a way, that ‘perception’ of what it takes to be a robot kind of feels.. insulting. Like, you can be a cyborg and wear my skin and literally fight for my rights but you cannot actually become me, or understand what it is to be me. Of course, Spoon knows he’s doing this, He apologizes (profusely) well, tries to, he brings up how bad he is at apologizing, the memories flood back of his mistakes, he remembers the last words he got to say to knife, how he’ll never see him again, he starts to unravel, it all gets dark again. Cash.. lets it slide for the sake of her friend, Its far more important he live.. somewhat delusionally, somewhat insultingly, instead of not living at all. He is in so much pain, its wounds are fresh unlike hers. She knows that pain and she knows that she has her own.. imperfect coping mechanisms that she uses to bury her true feelings. Which are those again? She has to find them. Its not a perfect situation by any means. But they are surviving anyway. And with scissor the way he is, Cash is able to reflect on her own issues. She wants to be able to help her loved ones, but she realizes that to do that she also has to help herself. So she is finding the patience, the understanding and forgiveness of all these things when others can’t do that. She is unsure if she will ever have the answers she needs but she is going to pursue them as fearlessly as she can, for the sake of her loved ones.Anyway. Onto paper! FinallyScissor likes Paper. He thinks she’s fun and he likes how mean and nasty she can be. He likes that shes judgmental, its fun to play with people like that. He likes how she reacts to things in a violent way but also, obviously, has a big sentimental side that shes trying hard to conceal (But isn’t able to at all.) He is obviously preying on her because she’s in a vulnerable position and he knows it wont be long before someone else does. But, to gain the trust of a worm is a very good thing to have. He knows how loyal they are, that can be useful in situations. It also helps that paper is a little.. Tunnel visioned, like most hydragora worms tend to be. It makes it easy to sneak past their blind spots and confuse them. Scissor kind of does circles around Paper... Its rock he’s more worried about. Rock is a robotics expert........he might have already seen signs that Scissor might not be a Robot.Paper is fucking terrified of Scissor and wants to shoot him into outer space, but then thinks, oh god can robots survive in outer space? fuck me, they totally can. I fucking hate robots. What the fuck did i do to deserve this creepy green asshole fucking with my life. What do i have to do to get rid of him. Oh my god I hate this so much even if he might be my only chance to getting my poor sweet Helix out of prison. I fucking hate everything.So in the end, their relationship is basically, Scissor is manipulating Paper, but Paper is trying her best to figure out how she can manipulate him instead because she DOES want things from Scissor. However, she is too scared and doesnt have the right tools avaliable to do this successfully, so shes kind of cornered. She finds this exceptionally annoying because she hates being cornered. It is not in her nature to accept those sorts of things. She only reserves subservience to those she loves dearly (Like Crimson, rest in peace) not to asshole strangers that threaten and berate her. SHE CANT EVEN PUNCH HIS FACE N HAVE THE SATISFACTION OF SEEING HIM BLEED iTs so annoying. I am eating lunch and I forgot what else I wanted to write, I am too lazy to proofread so enjoy this collection of my thoughts. Goodbyemy after thought as im about to publish: “Talk about it a little they said. Why dont i ever talk about it a little. ITs always SO MUCH”