#i mean not really but maybe people will click

[biblical-chronicles]

Called out

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where you call Liam out for his bullshit. live.

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You stepped off stage, still buzzing, the adrenaline coursing through you while the roar of the crowd faded into the festival noise.

And that’s when you saw him.

Liam Gallagher, standing just a few feet away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, like he’d been waiting there for a bit longer than normal.

He rocked back on his heels slightly as you approached, then straightened up, taking a breath before stepping forward. “Alright,” he said, nodding. “I’m, uh—”

“You’re Liam from Oasis.” You deadpanned, barely biting back a smirk.

He froze.

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” He let out a small, awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess you would know that, wouldn’t ya?”

You laughed. “Yeah, not drunk just yet.”

Liam exhaled through his nose, shaking his head at himself before recovering. “Well, uh… anyway—proper class set, that.” His voice was a little gruffer now, more certain, though there was still a bit of nervous energy hanging around the edges. “Loved it. Got some proper bite to it, that.”

That made you grin. “Yeah? Well, that means a lot, coming from you.”

He waved a hand, trying to brush off the compliment, but the slight pink tinge in his face gave him away. “Nah, I mean it. There’s not a lot of bands makin’ stuff with a kick these days, y’know what I mean?” He tilted his head slightly, looking at you like he was properly taking you in for the first time. “But you got somethin’—somethin’ real.”

You felt warmth spread through your chest. “That’s high praise, Gallagher.”

He just hummed, shifting on his feet like he wanted to say something else but couldn’t quite get it out. His fingers twitched at his sides. There was something almost boyish about the way he looked at you—like he’d been caught off guard, not quite sure how to navigate you.

Before he could find his words, though, a voice cut through the air.

“Liam, mate, we gotta head over—interviews start in ten.”

One of his team members was waving him over from a few feet away, looking pointedly at his watch.

Liam clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes, but nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Gimme a sec.”

Then he turned back to you, almost reluctantly, like he wasn’t ready for the conversation to end just yet. His fingers twitched again, like he wanted to do something—maybe shake your hand, maybe not—but in the end, he just gave you one last lingering look.

“See you round, yeah?”

You smiled, tilting your head. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

And with that, he let out a small breath, nodded to himself, and turned to walk off��shoulders squared, but his hands definitely flexing at his sides like he was trying way too hard to play it cool.

You hadn’t planned on sticking around much longer, not really, but when you caught sight of Liam sitting in front of a mic, his body language almost relaxed again, you figured you’d hang back for a minute. Just to see how he handled himself when he wasn’t being all flustered in front of you.

At first, it was normal enough—standard questions about the festival, his set, a few digs at other bands that he probably wasn’t supposed to be making. But then the interviewer, brought you up.

“So, you were seen chatting with the new act earlier,” he said, throwing him a knowing look. “You a fan, then?”

You watched Liam scoff, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.

“Listen, mate, she’s alright,” he said, dragging the word out like he was doing you a favour. “Bit of a character, y’know what I mean? But yeah, she’s into me, obviously.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

The interviewer’s eyebrow shot up. “Obviously?”

Liam waved a hand. “Come on, you saw it. She was givin’ me the eyes, mate. The whole thing.” He gestured vaguely, like that somehow explained everything. “Can’t blame her, though, can ya? I’ve got that effect on people.”

Ohh, this was too good.

You locked eyes with the interviewer from behind the camera, bringing a finger to your lips, silently telling him to keep quiet about your presence. He smirked but nodded, playing along.

“So,” he continued, “are you gonna do owt about it?”

“Nah,” Liam said, shaking his head. “No need. She’s already hooked, innit? Just a matter of time before she cracks.”

Alright, that’s enough of that.

“Oi, Gallagher,” you called, voice cutting through the conversation like a knife.

Liam practically jumped.

For a second, he didn’t even turn around, like he was praying he’d imagined your voice. But then, slowly, stiffly, he twisted in his chair and you’d never seen someone’s confidence drain so quickly. The cocky smirk vanished, replaced by something caught between oh, fuck and play it cool, play it cool.

The interviewer was barely holding back laughter.

“Ohh, fuck off,” Liam muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “So, let me get this straight—I fancy you, yeah?”

Liam cleared his throat. “Well, I mean—”

“And you weren’t all blushy earlier?”

His jaw clenched. “Nah.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t mean it when you said you love our material?”

Liam looked like he was in hell.

“You’re sweating, mate,” the interviewer added, barely containing his laughter.

“I am not,” Liam shot back, ears turning pink.

You smirked. “Alright, then. If I fancy you so much but you don’t feel the same, then you wouldn’t want a kiss if I offered, would you?”

Liam’s brain short-circuited.

For a solid few seconds, he just��stared at you, clearly weighing his options. If he said yes, he’d look desperate. If he said no, he’d look stupid. He was trapped, and he knew it.

“This is entrapment,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s what this is.”

You grinned. “Oh, is it?”

“Aye. Scandalous, this.”

The interviewer was actually laughing now. “So, what’s the answer then, Liam? Kiss or no kiss?”

Liam dragged a hand down his face again, exhaling sharply before finally looking at you. “Wouldn’t not want one,” he mumbled.

That was all you needed.

You grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him down into a kiss—not overly dramatic, just enough to give him a taste.

When you pulled away, he looked a bit dazed.

You patted his chest, smirking. “Cheer up, Gallagher. Looks like I did crack after all.”

And then, just to twist the knife, you leaned in again and murmured, “But, I mean, you definitely wouldn’t run after me for more if I walked off now, right? That would be so uncool.”

Liam, still dazed, automatically nodded. “Yeah. Nah. Wouldn’t do that.”

“Good.” You flashed him a grin, then turned on your heel and strolled off into the festival crowd.

For a second, Liam didn’t move.

“Right,” he muttered to himself. “Right, okay.”

And then, before he could even think about it—before his pride could stop him—he bolted.

Straight after you.

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summat cute for today, hope you like it !

I also have an angst request, so if anyone has any ideas give me a shout you lot (make sure it has space for a happy endin', I can't do sad endings I'm afraid)

[luulapants]

Do you have any tips to be more punk in 2025 specifically for minors?

Hey, great question! Let's take a look at our list and see what still applies and what we can flip around for you.

Cut fast fashion - Still applies! Try clothing swaps with friends.

Cut subscriptions Analyze your media consumption - Do you tend to play phone games that are psychologically manipulative? Are algorithms taking you to content that makes you upset? Track your screen time, think about what's being sold to you, and resist only consuming the media that is fed to you.

Green your community self - Forget touching grass, find ways to touch dirt. Spend time outside in nature. Go for hikes, look at trees, track how plants and animals change over the seasons. You're part of the natural world, so go connect with it!

Be kind - Still applies! Try handing out more compliments.

Intervene - Still applies, and especially applies to bullies, including teachers. This can be as simple as saying, "That was a really messed up thing to say. I think you owe X an apology."

Get closer to your food - Still applies! Try packing your lunch.

Use opensource software Reject Web 2.0 - Before you try to learn Linux, people your age need to start by learning some basic computer and coding skills. My generation was given computer classes and had social media that encouraged custom coding. Yours has been deprived of this education and given prepackaged web content. Reject AI. Right click + inspect element + fuck around. Learn Raspberry Pi. Become the cyberpunk hacker you want to see in the world.

Make less trash - Still applies! If mom won't let you start a compost in the backyard, propose starting one at school!

Get involved in local school politics - Know what's going on with your school board, with school administration. Start an underground, uncensored school newspaper with the real dirt.

DIY > fashion - High school is where a lot of adults learned their bad habits about keeping up with appearance/fashion demands. Refuse to buy in now and make homemade the new cool.

Ditch Google - Still applies! And also check your app settings to see if you have apps with unnecessary permissions.

Forage - Still applies!

Volunteer - Still applies! There might be fewer opportunities for minors, but you'll never know until you ask. Don't be afraid to be the only young person at the volunteer session.

Help your neighbors classmates - Offer to study with students who are struggling. Become someone people can trust to tell if their home situation is difficult. If you have friends who don't get enough to eat at home, bring them home for dinner. Check on people.

Fix stuff - Still applies! This can be a fun activity with friends, too. Let's all hang out and see if we can fix this busted stereo!

Mix up your transit - Still applies! Is taking the bus considered lame at your school? Do it anyway.

Engage in the arts - Still applies! Pay attention to art events that your classmates are putting on. Go to the school play - or join! Stop in the art classrooms to see what people are working on.

Go to the library - Still applies, public and school libraries! Talk to the librarians - they know things. Find out if there are after school programs you can take advantage of.

Listen local - Even more local! Stop by the band room after school to listen to practice. Does someone in your school have a band? Listen to them, cheer them on! Start a band! The great thing about punk music is that you can be really, really awful and still sound punk as hell.

Buy local Barter local - Lots of young folks don't have much control over or access to money, but that doesn't mean you and your classmates can't engage in barter. Figure out what you have to offer that other people might want, and trade for stuff you want. I used to cut hair and pierce ears in exchange for weed and rides to the mall. Maybe you can sew a friend's jacket in exchange for them bringing you a homemade lunch.

Become unmarketable - Still applies! PLEASE do this.

Use cash Steal ethically - Before engaging in shoplifting, make sure you know who you're stealing from! Stealing from Walmart is morally correct. Stealing from a family-owned grocery, a local coop, or a local artist? That fucking sucks, dude. Don't do it.

Give what you can - And only what you can. We ask a godawful lot from teens. You're in school all day, you're doing extracurriculars and maybe working and doing homework. You probably don't have a lot of money. You probably don't have a lot of time. But maybe you can bring your elderly neighbor's trash cans up from the street. Find the small actions that you have space for.

Talk about wages - PLEASE! If you have a job, this applies to you even more. Why? Because the adults working at your minimum wage job probably can't afford to be rabble rousers, but what do you have to lose except your shitty part-time Panera job?? A teenager who doesn't actually need their job to live has the opportunity to be the voice of truth in any workplace.

Think about wealthflow Resist indoctrination - Education systems are being gutted. Algorithms are feeding us misinformation. Cocomelon probably gave you ADHD or some shit - Jesus. It's a mess. Do what you can to practice critical thinking, expand your literacy, read stuff that seems boring. Start a book club or philosophy club with your friends. Ask who's profiting from a given situation. Resist knee-jerk reactions. Becoming an educated, thoughtful person is one of the greatest acts of resistance a young person today can engage in.

[ysabelyaps]

Warning: honestly, just bad writing. I’m sick rn but I’m bored so

Summary: Sae-Byeok experiences new feelings with her roommate and decided to confront them. (Or something like that)

A/N: This is so bad I’m sorry, I’m sick, but I’m bored, but I’m sleepy, but I wanted to get it done, but like yk. I’ll probably redo it eventually..

Part: 2/2

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“I like you.”

“Huh?.. I like you too? What are you on about Sae-Byeok?” Maybe talking about this at this time wasn’t the best idea.

“[name], I like you romantically. I think.. this is new for me.. but..” she pauses, “I want to experience it with you, no one else.”

Oh wow. Okay, way to be bold? Your face heats up, you can feel the heat. You can feel it radiating off of your skin. Is it hot in here? Maybe it’s because of Sae-Byeok, it was definitely because of Sae-Byeok.

“..okay. Well, uhm. I like you too, uhm…”

Here you guys were again, staring at each other. Awkwardly. You fiddled with your fingers, but she was staring at you. Straight into your eyes. Like she was trying to pull a string of words out of you. What string of words you may ask? You probably know.

“So uh.. Sae-Byeok.. will you uhm.. will you be my girlfriend?..”

You know it would happen eventually, but the words actually leaving your mouth. You felt as if you would faint right there.

“..” she pauses, “yeah. Yeah I’ll be your girlfriend.”

…

So now what? This was awkward. Why does it always have to be awkward? Can’t it be normal for once? Maybe that’s just how it is when you put two people who are bad at socializing together. One has always been too much for others, and the other was too intimidating. Their experience with people put together is still not very much at all.

“It’s late, can I sleep with you?” Sae-Byeok’s warm voice fills the silent room. Sharing a bed with her didn’t seem terrible. But by that does she mean like.. are we going to cuddle? Or just lay awkwardly.. or..

Eventually you nodded, praying that she would make it obvious what she was trying to do or what she wanted. Unfortunately, that didn’t go to plan.

You guys laid on the bed, arms by your sides. Stiff and awkward, until eventually Sae-Byeok awkwardly wrapped her arms around you. Still stiffly though, somehow.

“Sae-Byeok relax. You’re really stiff, just breathe it’s okay.” Maybe listen to yourself for once? It’s fine, you guys have known each other for a while. You have mutual feelings. It’s fine, just.. breathe in and out. Relax and enjoy the moment. You in her arms, her warm embrace. Just let yourself relax.

You did eventually fall asleep, before Sae-Byeok. The room was silent, the only noise being your soft breathing. Sae-Byeok looked down at you, your head resting against her chest. She started playing with your hair a little. She knew she wasn’t going to fall asleep any time soon. She couldn’t. Not when she loved this moment so much. She wanted to stay in it forever.

It was nice and peaceful.. she really liked it. You looked so pretty in her eyes, the way your lips slightly parted in your sleep, your calm expression. The way you fit in her arms, and as she played with your hair she became more and more aware of how soft and silky your hair was. And it smelled nice.

After a few moments, she brushed your hair out of your face. Before she pulled out her phone.

Click

You weren’t the only one who liked to take pictures of pretty things.

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[dive-through-time]

Time is a hypocritical construct (Righteously, it wipes out all of us)

TW: Uhhh... mentioned character death and mentions of blood. CXS might be having a panic attack towards the end, I'm not sure-

(Song title from KAT - "Mastermind")

Interesting for: @star-tb @theparadoxunlocked

Out of all the tasks Cheng Xiaoshi had to do around the studio, cleaning had to be his least favorite.

Dusting off the shelves, wiping down the counter, cleaning the picture frames on the walls... it took ages and was oh so boring. Even the steady flow of music through his headphones didn't make it any more fun.

He hummed along anyway, tapping his foot to the music, and moved back a bit to look over the wall. Satisfied, he took a step back to look over the pictures. He dusted his hands off, happy to find that they were spotless again, and clapped his hands together.

The one thing he didn't take into consideration were three things.

One, he was looking at the pictures.

Two, clapping activated his ability.

Three, these were the new pictures he'd developed today. He'd never taken a dive into these.

So when he blinked, he found himself holding a familiar camera while in a body that was not his own.

Most dives were similar to Cheng Xiaoshi, because possessing people always felt... off. Like the body he was in wasn't his own. Which, honestly, was the truth.

So when he found himself in the sunroom, camera trained out the window at the sunset, it immediately clicked for him just who he was possessing.

Somehow, he'd never possessed Lu Guang before. It was jarring. In more than one way.

He glanced at the time and date and frowned softly. Cheng Xiaoshi recognized it. Nothing special happened, besides Lu Guang taking some photos for their website.

He tried to ignore the memories poking at the back of his mind, not wanting to invade his best friend's privacy. He wasn't some love-sick school boy!

Actually, scratch that.

Maybe he was a little love-sick... but he was good at hiding it! Or at least he hopes.

"'m sorry..."

Oh, that was his own voice. He squeezed his eyes shut. "No no no, I don't want his memories. I don't" he whispered to himself, fully convinced.

Usually, he was glad about getting some memories. It made it easier to fall into his role, to become whoever he was portraying and follow Lu Guang's script.

Dives without Lu Guang had happened... maybe thrice before. Two of those recently, with one of them being a dive into quite literally the present by looking at an active security camera recording.

The one during the fight in the darkroom didn't count. Those were just brief leaps.

He wanted to clap out, but his own voice, weak and trembling and saying words that he can't remember ever saying, left him rooted to the spot. Golden eyes staring at the counter in silent horror.

"To keep me alive- you mean the death node, don't you?"

"That is exactly why you shouldn't have talked to other you. And you're not supposed to know about what happens to you in other timelines"

"It doesn't matter if you know about it or not. It'd be better if you didn't…"

That was it. The last straw. With a shaky breath he gave up on trying to fight back the memories wanting to flood into his own mind.

Ususlly he didn't concentrate too hard on the snippets of memories. Even old people's memories weren't very overpowering. That way, he tended to process most memories via dreams.

Instead he was processing the memories now, and couldn't help but feel sick.

The memories were... a mess. He remembered snippets of Bridon. Of the photo shoot, of Lu Guang talking to Vein.

"Your friend seems to be in some trouble" Vein lowered his phone, tone light, gesturing towards the building he himself had gone into that day, "I'll go lend a hand and will be back soon"

He started walking, stepping down the stairs. Lu Guang wasn't moving. Wasn't speaking until Vein was already half-way down the stairs.

"Do you really think I'd believe that?"

The quietness of Lu Guang's voice startled him, despite how normal it was for him to be quiet. It was still loud enough for Vein to hear, who let out a huff of a laugh and turned back, offering a smile that was more amused than confused.

"What? You think you can stop me?" he asked, as if both of them knew something that Cheng Xiaoshi hadn't known. As if Lu Guang knew that Vein was planning something other than 'lending a hand'.

He still vividly remembered the confusion he'd felt when Vein barged in and shot him with a tranquilizer. Lu Guang had known? But why...

"Do you know the butterfly effect?" Lu Guang asked, "In a dynamic system, any subtle changes in the initial conditions may lead to a different outcome"

Cheng Xioashi knew. It was among the first things Lu Guang had explained to him, a frequent lecture. Still, he felt dread rising in his chest as he watched the memory play out.

"I've been thinking, how to change a destined ending completely"

No. No no no. He couldn't believe that. Couldn't believe Lu Guang... what was it he always said? Past and future, let them be? Why would he say something like that, when he always told him not to change the past?

"If there is an additional point before this... An unchangeable point. What will happen? No need to fear the deviation. Just let it happen more completely"

He felt sick. All this time... ever since Bridon... and Lu Guang had never told him any of this? That he was trying to change destiny? But why? For who?

"Looks like I made a mistake" Vein spoke in the memory, pointing to his own head. "You're the one who should be going for psychological counseling. Are you out of your mind?"

"I know I can't stop you" Lu Guang smiled. He could feel it, even if he couldn't see his expression, stuck in a memory, stuck as a silent presence seeing through eyes not his own. "But... I can make you stay a bit longer"

Stay longer...? Wait, but that meant...

Vein stared at him, silent, and smiled when Lu Guang told him that he could go in now. "Once this is over, how about we grab some hotpot together? I'd like to hear what the original outcome was"

"I hope we won't meet again"

Lu Guang had known. He'd known that Vein would have a heart attack. So why did he...?

He remembered just a couple days ago, the memories flowing more and more naturally. The day Lu Guang had a nightmare. He zeroed in on that memory, shaken by the previous memories of the things that had left his (or rather Lu Guang's) mouth.

But... it was different. It was wrong. That wasn't how- oh.

Oh no.

Tears burned in his eyes, throat closing up. Memory after memory... he looked at the world from Lu Guang's eyes and all he wanted to do was scream. Scream and cry and clap out so he could shake Lu Guang by the shoulders.

None of that ever happened! It made no sense! He never got into a fight in an alley, not recently, never kissed Lu Guang, never-

Running. The memory feels off. There's fear. Enough that even in the presence, just "remembering" it makes him feel weak in the knees.

Then there's himself. Bleeding out on the ground, by the river. Dying. A desperate attempt to call an ambulance. Panicked reassurances, blood, so much blood-

"There won't be a next time..! I got this, you'll survive, you'll survive, everything will be fine here- I promise, I just-"

"H-Hey, Guangguang... it's okay... I trust you"

No.

"Stop saying that! I don't want to do this again I want to stay here with you..."

No. Please no.

"Please, hang in there, you will stay alive, please.."

"Don't... Don't want that either... sorry, 'm gonna... try harder..."

Please don't let this be true.

"Don't... don't cry. We'll be fine... right...?"

"Just a few more minutes, you are strong enough...please.."

"... hey... Lu? I'm... I'm scared"

"... I'm here with you... it's- gonna be okay.."

"... promise?"

He clasped a hand over his mouth, shaking. He felt sick.

"I promise... I'm gonna save you this time..."

"Don't.... don't forget to tell me that you love me... when... when I wake up. Gonna... gonna be sad otherwise..."

A tear slipped down his cheek. Then another. The camera almost dropped from his hands. He set it down hastily so he wouldn't break it, at least a small part of him remembering that he should avoid causing damage.

He didn't want to think about this. He didn't. He should clap out, leave before he messed up the timeline. Have a breakdown over this in his own body, in his actual time.

He glanced to the clock and froze, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes and taking a shuddering breath.

Cheng Xiaoshi was about to clap when the door opened.

"I'm baaack!" his own voice called out, cheerful and upbeat. Shit.

His heart... no, Lu Guang's heart did something funny there, seeing the bright smile he, in all honesty, only ever gave Lu Guang.

For a second, Cheng Xiaoshi feared he'd kneel over and have a heart attack. How did Lu Guang manage to stay composed like this, with his heart doing sommersaults and... oh.

"Next... next time tell me your feelings immediately... please. Don't... don't wanna wait again..."

He swallowed, hard. Mouth suddenly painfully dry. His head spun.

Oh.

This was a lot to take in at once. It was too much to take in at once. Never could he have imagined that Lu Guang... He dropped his hands beneath the table (offering a brief "Hello" to himself in hopes of not causing any concern, praying that his voice was steady) and clapped them together.

He stumbled, the second he was back in his own body. Breath short and ragged, eyes burning. His chest hurt. Something wet rolled down his cheek.

Cheng Xiaoshi heard a door open, heard a familiar voice call his name, distantly, and in a moment of panic hurried into the darkroom, sliding the door shut and locking it.

He choked back a sob, not wanting Lu Guang to know where he is, not wanting to face him right now. He slid down the door and to the ground.

The world becoming a muddled mess of the red lighting of the darkroom, a distant voice that he usually loved and memories that weren't his own but would never leave him again.

Distantly, he couldn't help but think that so many things made sense now.

[somnimagus]

My page for @kairizine. It was such a huge honor to be part of this wonderful book with everyone, I had so much fun!

[id in alt!]

[tennessoui]

it’s like baby gorl there’s no way I, the author who wrote the fic you’re commenting on and who is the intended audience for this comment, am gonna agree with you 😿🙏 some things can just stay on your chest 🙏

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[xenomorphicdna]

Flames,, blanket boy, my beloved

I gotta draw more art like this of him, he's such an odd creature I love him so much

There's so much to his character that I never talk about aaa I'll make a lore post eventually

[itspileofgoodthings]

tags continued from prev post.

[girlivealwaysbean]

hey god if you've created someone for me can you introduce me to them sooner? i kinda need them now

[gloriousmonsters]

vid i just tried watching called 'get out' a satire... of horror movies? with the followup sentence of 'when you watch it... your expectations are subverted... and you see all the standard beats... but you're confronted with like, the feelings, right?'

i think this is a new level of 'i do not think that word means what you think it means' because for the life of me i can't even figure out what THEY think it means

edit: also it's really bizarre that they're supposedly discussing 'the final girl support group' and to compare to it in a 'this did SOMETHING who knows what better' and not only picked a movie without a final girl, but not Scream???? thee slasher horror final girl deconstruction series? so much confusion in a short minute

[cat-dragron]

Oh yeah, reaching that point of the obsession where I have so many thoughts and opinions on something that watching reviews about it is difficult bc they miss something I think is important.

I really need to start drafting a video essay at this point... <- guy who has never done media analysis in his life.

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

Sorry for putting this one out so late, life got ahead of me today X__x I know i made a piece for PMATGA's overall bday, but I feel as if i should make a separate one for, arguably, the episode that literally changed my life, as corny as that sounds. So I did :o) Happy 10 years to the middleaged orb couple that changed mine and, in turn, many, many other peoples' lives. <3 (Feat mine and @cogsincorporated's respective designs for sunny and zac as well as the canon ones <3)

[uncertaininnit]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Put who you think they got a date with and how in the tags 😁

[always-andromeda]

Controversial take. But based on my experiences, out of every fandom I’ve written for, the TLOU fandom is the absolute BEST about actually reblogging fics. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[lunarhoneybunny]

sighs. okay tmi posting sorry guys