#i think this has been in my inbox for a while

[booliuu]

┊͙Proxies headcanons pt.1┊͙

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : heeeey guys it’s liu!! it’s been awhile since i last posted ( …well i think?) 😣😣 i literally can’t remember anything . this isn’t requested but i’ve these headcanons stuck in my drafts for quite some time now and i figured i’ll post them now!!:DD🫶🏼possibly a part 2?

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Tim:

🚬. . he’s pushing though his late 30’s at best.

🚬. . 5’11

🚬. . a firm believer he’s a taurus.

🚬. . has native american roots.

🚬. . personality wise .. he’s a bit of a prick and an asshole just to give it to you straight . he will butt heads , he will command orders bc technically speaking he’s the leader , basically have a strict & rough exterior . but with the shit he’s been through i don’t blame him. it would be a while once he likes & trusts you….but you’ll know. very few ppl get that side of him.

🚬. . dog person!! wants a dog sooo bad he knows he can’t take care of it unless someone wants to take care it while he’s away from the cabin. he’s ( and everybody else tbh..) out sometimes days or more so he ain’t risking it.

🚬. . whenever he sees stray dogs in the woods doesn’t matter what kind of dog man… he’ll pet it . if he has food in hand will give some to em’.

🚬. . definitely has HUNDREDS of pairs of bottom up plaid shirts. in hangers. in one small closet. Not just red like he wears all the time in mh. owns at least yellow , blue , black plaid shirts . rarely ever uses them though lol.

🚬. . smokes like a chimney holy crap. especially whenever he’s uncomfortable or stressed , at least smoke half a packet .. just an excuse not to talk about it.

🚬. . smells like the woods, cigarettes, or cheap shampoo and conditioner. (like old spice, irish spring , ect…)

🚬. . likes his coffee plain black. no questions asked. won’t add any creamer or sugar. just likes it the way it is.

🚬. . he’s probably rlly good at cooking like will cook up some good old eggs, beacon and sausage if he feels like it.

🚬. . snores like SO LOUD OH MY GOODNESS. second would be toby. holy moly. god forbid if there in the same room or your stuck sitting in the same car as them , you ain’t getting a wink of shut eye :( .

🚬. . coughs , coughs, … COUGHS especially whenever he’s running. it’s impossible for him to stay quiet bc of his smoking habits . has to take a break for a bit , lean against a tree then start running again.

🚬. . i’ll die on this hill BUT IM SURE he does the old man groan whenever he’s bending down for too long. or putting a hand on his back and groan hell loud .

🚬. . old man eye squint whenever he reads. reading something on his phone and has put it reallyyy squint and put that phone away from his face. YKWIM😭😭??

🚬. . acts like he hates toby but in reality cares so much for him. just cant bring himself to say it to him bc he’s so stubborn. likes kate because she listens to him without complaining during missions . same with brian. and TOBY GETS SO M A D .

🚬. . dad BOD. C’MON YALL. and not to mention sideburns.

🚬. .listens to divorce dad music that he’s plays all the time in his car.

🚬. . his natural body temp is so WARM. he’s like a human heater.

🚬. . knows so much dad jokes it’s borderline concerning🥹🥹. but hey… at least it never fails to make someone smile or laugh though.

🚬. . has a mf’ing lighter collection because he keeps losing them . has stacks of cigarettes hidden somewhere around the room that he shares with brian.

🚬. . i just wanna get this out of the way but definitely the type to txt’s like a dad😭😭. you can’t tell me otherwise. i’m talking “👍.” , “ Ok.” “ 8:30 pm ETA.”

Brian:

💊. . same age as tim just a biiit🤏 older.

💊. . couple inches tall than tim and whenever ppl point out it out, it rails up tim so much.

💊. . HE has to be A LIBRA. DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION. PLS.

💊. . smells like gun powder , the woods ofc , cheap shampoo and conditioner, may i also add cheap cologne.

💊. . i have a feeling he grew up with A LOT of sisters in his family . so when he was born everybody was relieved lowkey lol but won’t say anything , just like a sigh of relief yk?

💊. . white af. idk what to tell you😭. you guys give me ideas .

💊. . txt’s ppl about the same as tim. worse though bc he tends to ignore them unless it’s the other proxies . doesn’t mean he’s dry af though.

💊. . owns so MANY hoodies. but just chooses to just wear the yellow one all the time.

💊. . has a tooth gap…! we can’t forget about that!

💊. . he’s a chill guy but prefers to stay quiet and listen kinda type. especially when he’s working .. yeeeah he ain’t speaking. just gets the job done and leaves.

💊. . knows how to fish. catches em’ and cooks em’. don’t ask why he just gives me the vibe yk?

💊. . aside from that, he can’t cook for shit so he makes tim do it. prefers tim’s cooking anyway-

💊. . has a guns & bullets collection of different kinds in his closet . and a couple of lighters laying around tim & his room. or whenever he’s out and tim forgets his, he got em.

💊. . has the PRETTIEST SMILES AND LAUGH TELL ME IM WRONG. also his laugh is pretty contagious lol. snorts and giggles. can get other ppl to laugh without even knowing what he’s talking about.

💊. . natural charmer ✨knows how to flirt without even trying and (or) thinking. knows how to twist ppl little brains and turn it into mush.

💊. . likes his coffee black as well.

💊. . quietest sleeper known to mankind. couple of times tim, toby or kate though he was dead.

💊. . like arms and hands at his sides and he’s just… y’know just laying there.

Tim: * getting really nervous bc brian isn’t moving nor making a single sound & decides to slap his arm to wake him up * “ you know you sleep like a dead soilder..?!!”

Brian: * jointing awake suddenly by tim* “huh?? “

Toby:

➯ in my au, tim, brian , toby and kate all stay in one cabin. it’s a bit crapped but they all make it work out at the end of the day.

➯ anyway…….*sighs dreamily * my boyyyy😫😫💗💗💗💗!!! he’s BEEN rattling in my brain 24/7 but tbh who don’t think bout this cutie patooie all the time living rent free in my head wthhh. 😭😭😭🥹🥹 i can talk about this silly goober all day if i could bro. okok anyways -

🪓. . i wrote a few toby headcanons here b4 :]] ( 1# link & 2# link check em’ out!! ) ima add some more headcanons to the list. you can’t stop me >:DD!!!

🪓. . there’s 3 rooms total in the cabin and the last room is toby’s . the other rooms belongs to kate , tim & brain .

🪓. .plays his music from his playlist to “his” speakers that ofc he stolen. owns some video games and consoles such as a switch & ds . has a mini fridge hidden in his room bc he’s tired of ppl stealing his crap.

🪓. . bisexual. leeeans strooongly💪💪 towards women..!! personality over looks!! man does not care. but that doesn’t stop him from thinking men are handsome and cute!! if your asking me though, it’ll take awhile for him to date a guy let alone trust bc his lore .. his father yk?

🪓. . he likes hanging out on top of lamp posts at the side of the roads or chillin on the highest branch in the trees because those are the only places that are quiet for him and away from ppl.

🪓. . can’t decide if he’s dog or cat person. HE’S SUCH A HUGE ANIMAL LOVER AND WILL HONESTLY PET EVERY SINGLE ANIMAL IF HE COULD.

🪓. . he’s definitely the kinda person to order coffee that has MILLIONS of different creamer , syrups & toppings . can’t stand the bitter taste of coffee lol.

🪓. . speaking of coffee, since he’s around tim and brian all the time, he developed a burning hatred for black coffee😭. doesn’t understand why tim and brian love it so much.

🪓. . he rarely goes out in public places because he gets overwhelmed easily but in the rare occasions he does , can’t stand when men yell at women. like really detest it. has the urge to protect the them even though he doesn’t know the person. doesn’t do anything but just watches from afar. but that doesn’t stop of thinking violent thoughts what he wants to do to that guy.

➯ if it’s really brother him though , will perhaps pay the guy a quick visit.. if you catch my drift..🪓🪓.

🪓. . it brings him flashbacks of when his dad yells at his sister and mother.

🪓. . gets high because it calms down his tics. or whenever he’s feeling stressed, upset he’ll smoke.

🪓. . he remembers some what of his past. but it’s very very very little. remembers his mother and sister but it’s very distorted. remembers everything but there faces. when someone says his mothers and sister names he confused why he feels like he knows them but at the same time doesn’t . poor baby:(

🪓. . haunted by his bullies and his fathers voices tormenting him in his dreams. he’s confused by them and thinks the operator is playing tricks on him.

🪓. . he’s not a bad driver. like i said before he doesn’t remember his past. pretty much knows the rules of the road and practiced safe driving etiquette.

🪓. . since he’s older, his tics aren’t as bad. doesn’t mean they fully goes away. nope. doesn’t work like that. it’s a part of him and will always will be.

🪓. . the way i think it’s more like it has it’s moments.. you feel me chat? such as whenever he’s feeling anxious , angry or stressed. he slurs his words, talks faster or repeats the same words or sentences, muscle twitches … and so forth.

🪓. . can’t stand the smell or taste of alcohol but .. if someone gave him one , he will drink it just because he doesn’t want to be called out a wuss.

🪓. . oh my gosh when he txt’s he either doesn’t respond, forgets you send something, or SPAMS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR PHONE accidentally breaking it 😭. adds millions of emojis . sends links to insta reels or tiktok’s that he thinks you’ll laugh at .

you: sending toby a tiktok* 10:45 pm *read 10:50 pm.

toby: *UUSSS!! * 6:30 am😭. toby oh my god

.. also toby: * sends you the most cryptic terrifying insta reel you ever seen* that’s you 😝😝😝🫵.

you: YOU PMOOOO‼️‼️🖕🖕🖕

🪓. . i can talk about this man forever. 🫶🏼

Kate:

➯ KATE MY BELOVED!!!! i love her so much💗. she so underrated plsss she needs more love and attention 😭😭😣 guys lemme talk about myyy girl rq.

🖤. . she’s the youngest out of the proxies. she around her late teens or early 20’s. she’s a cancer!! ( june 25th!!)

🖤. . tall af, she either standing at something between 5’10 or inching closer to 6’0.

🖤. . Korean!!! or has asian roots.

🖤. . definitely has her ears pierced and lips done .🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

🖤. . cooks the crew sometimes what she remembers eating before shit went down hill. and they love it every time.

🖤. . tea person! loves black or earl gray. she has a bit of a sweet tooth so she’ll add some honey, creamer & milk and syrups .^^

🖤. . owns really GOOD smelling shampoo and conditioner 😭😭. and to add with that, her hair is super long and grows out super fast so she’s constantly cutting it. its so uneven helppp

🖤. . she’s naturally very awkward and quiet. lowkey giving black cat energy.

🖤. . like brian she’s also the type of person to listen to you yap about anything than talk.

🖤. . txt’s like she doesn’t care. sooo nonchalant help 😭😭. perhaps worse than brian🤔🤔🤫. ONE WORD RESPONSE EACH TIME. WITHOUT OF DOUBT.

🖤. . closeted lesbian. doesn’t have time to date or fall in love because she’s busy with her “job” ifykyk. prob only work out if your a proxy as well. can’t risk anyone else getting hurt bc of her or the operator. she lost enough :( .

🖤. . this could just be me but ima just say back during her high school years she join her schools track and field club. and literally always get the best times. best runner at her school.

🖤. . dis GIRLLL… can run SO MANY laps and she never gets tired holy crap. runs faster than the other proxies , second would be toby lol. when they have free time, they consistently race each other around the woods and would make tim or brian set up a timer to see who gets the best time.

🖤. . i don’t CAARRE what anyone says but, her and toby have a sibling👏dynamic going on. so competitive with each other!! it’s very precious. they always lookout for each other during missions. even when there not working , they argue like siblings, say so nasty stuff to each other but at the end of the day they care about each other in there own way.

➯ this a bit off topic but yk how toby lost his sister at a young age. messed him up quite a bit because Lyra was the only person aside from his mom that was truly kind to him. after burning his neighborhood, he doesn’t really have anybody else. and was taken by slender right after that.

➯ kate one day casually said that toby reminds her of a sibling,toby was taken back and need a few seconds to relies that she’s being serious. he cried a bit when he heard that from her because he never thought he would ever be a good brother bc he wasn’t there for his sister at that time. :(

➯ long story short they hugged each other that day. sworn kate he will protect her knowing full well she can defend herself. he doesn’t want to repeat his trauma. will break him even more if he lost another sibling because of his actions.

🖤. . about the same as brian, she sleeps like she’s dead. creeps everyone the heck out.

🖤. . cat person!! has a pocket full of treats for the cats that she’s sees in a everyday basis. 🖤🖤

🖤. . if she’s not wearing her white hoodie and black jeans she’s going to pull up with some street wear aesthetic..!!!

🖤. . the white hoodie she wears all the time … yeah she forgets to wash it ☹️ all the time. same with her mask. forgets to clean it.

🖤. . some angst bc why not…misses Lauren so much. after she died, she kept her journal and rereads everything so she could never forget about her.

🖤. . visit her grave once in a while to give her flowers and just trying to remember memories of her.

🖤. . doesn’t like the operator at all. hates it. with every fiber in her being , hates that she now “works” for it now. i don’t blame her though, i mean her whole entire family was haunted & tormented by this thing for ages.

🖤. . ending this in a good note^^ , buuut every night her and toby without a doubt (sometimes tim and brian if there up for it ) have a game night.

🖤. . meaning getting to play with toby’s consoles while there both sitting on the couch and focus very intently at the t.v in the living room. playing until god knows how long.

🖤. . screaming yelling and cursing each other in there own languages.

🖤. . playing board games or cards like uno while sitting together on dinner table and secretly everyone is plotting to piss off toby and works every single time.

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i hope you like these headcanons 😭😭 im sorry it’s SOOO long i literally i didn’t see that coming until i posted it . i’ll try to be consistent with posting but no promises >< bc tbh i only post if i have the energy too or literally the brain rot is that bad. anywaysss liu out!

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[allisluv]

saved by the bell.

summary: finnick helps reader during a sensory overload (based off a request i can't find in my inbox </3)

pairing: finnick o'dair x wife!reader

content warnings: post-rebellion, implied neurodivergent!reader, sensory overload + overstimulation, mention of finnick's mutt attack and as a result finnicks scars, reader has hair long enough to tie back, reader accidentally snaps at finnick but it isnt intentional and she does apologise and finnick forgives, fluff, mention of noise-cancelling headphones, comfort, teasing, fluff, not edited (what a surprise)

a/n: been a while since i posted on here, life was hectic i'm sorry! this is based off my own experience during a sensory overload, but not all are the same!

To mark the one year anniversary of the war ending and to commemerate the lives lost during the rebellion, you and Finnick send out invites asking all of the surviving victors to visit District Four for a small get-together. Its nothing fancy, just finger food and conversation. A celebration of life, Finnick calls it.

Everyone RSVP’s to let the two of you know that they will be attending, and it doesnt take long for Finnick to start planning activites and dragging you along for weekly trips to the farmer’s market to buy supplies for the party.

On the morning of the party, you realise that it’s going to be rough from the get go. Finnick is up with the sun, as he so usually is, and you wake not long after him. The bed is empty without your husband by your side, and it makes your heart ache with loneliness.

You turn onto your side and wince when a stream of sunlight drifts in through a gap in the curtain. Your head feels like it’s going to explode at the brightness, and you’re quick to bury your face into Finnicks pillow. You breathe in his scent in an effort to ground yourself, but all it does it send your senses into overdrive.

A sad, pitiful whine gets caught in the back of your throat as you roll onto your back, glaring at the specks of paint on the ceiling. “Why today?” You grumble, burying your face in your hands as you will yourself to hold it together, if not for yourself, for Finnick and the others.

It takes a while, but eventually, you gather the courage to stand. The floorboards feel cool beneath your feet, and it is such a stark contrast from the sweat pouring out of your pores that all it does it make you want to rip your skin clean off your body.

Sucking in a deep breath, you shuffle towards your closet and begin rooting through it in search of something light to wear. Finnick and you had went shopping for new outfits specifically for today, but the prospect of wearing that particular fabric right now makes you want to claw your eyes out of their sockets, so you settle on a sundress that you have previously deemed as safe to wear when you’re in the midst of a sensory overload.

Once you’re dressed, you tie your hair back out of your face so it doesn’t stick to the back of your neck. Your skin is clammy and damp, and realistically, you really should have taken a shower, but even thinking about it makes your frame hum with irritation.

You flap your hands in an effort to rid yourself of the nervous energy that has taken refuge in your body. When it does little to soothe your weary mind, you plant your hands on your hips and let out a frustrated huff.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by your husband’s voice calling you from the kitchen. “I’m coming!” You call, smoothing out the creases in your sundress before steeling yourself for today, and slipping out of your bedroom. You’re still in your bare feet when you stomp down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Finnick is balancing on a kitchen chair by the entranceway, a roll of triangular-shaped bunting in one hand and a box of thumb tacks in the other. He arches an eyebrow at your foul mood, and your stomping. “Everything okay, angel?”

You brush him off with a dismissive wave of your hand. “I’m fine. What did you need?”

Finnick doesn’t miss the edge to your voice, but he decides not to push it. “Could you hold these thumb tacks and hand them to me when I need them? Or were you busy?” He asks, giving you an out if you need it.

“No, I can help,” You insist, already moving to stand beside him. “Just be careful on that chair. Its decades old.” You warn as you take the thumb tacks. Finnick starts stringing the bunting up along the wall of the archway, and you let out a sigh. “Why do we need bunting, anyway? Dont you think it’s somewhat over the top?”

“Look, I didn’t survive those mutts not to celebrate today.” He teases. “After all those god-damn physio sessions, I deserve bunting if I want bunting.” He pauses. “And Jo’s gonna ask the question you just asked, so you better have my back when she does.”

You roll your eyes fondly and relent. “Alright, alright. If you want bunting, we can have bunting.” You hand him a thumb tack and roll your shoulders back uncomfortably. Chicken curry is stewing in the slow-cooker, and it’s making the kitchen stuffy with heat.

Finnick’s always been observant, and he catches the small movement of your shoulders almost instantly. “Are you sure you’re okay, angel?”

“Mhm.” You shrug non-comitedly and pass him one more thumb tack.

He doesn’t seem convinced, and the second the bunting is secured, he hops off the chair and has a hand on your shoulder. “What���s going on?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing. Come on, angel. Talk to me.”

As if on cue, the doorbell goes and you let out a relieved sigh— you would have likely cracked and admitted the truth if he kept pushing.

Saved by the bell.

“I’ll get it,” You say, pecking his cheek and moving quickly to answer the front door with Finnick hot on your heels.

The door swings open and Johanna struts inside, shooting a smug look over her shoulder at Annie and Katniss. “See? Told you it would be open.” She brushes past both of you into the kitchen. “Oo. Something smells nice.”

Katniss rolls her eyes, and Peeta nudges her in the ribcage, prompting her to say hello. Haymitch, Annie and Enobraia all exchange greetings with the two of you as you usher them inside.

“You know, you should really keep that door locked,” Beetee says as he envelopes you in his arms. “Did you know there are approximately three thousand burgarlies a day? Thats two every minute. And I bet you more than half of them are due to people leaving their doors unlocked.” He explains nonchalantly as he follows the others into the kitchen.

You rub the back of your neck anxiously, feeling your skin crawl at all of the physical contact you had just endured in the last thirty seconds.

Finnicks eyes land on you and he inches closer to you, but doesn’t touch. “What’s going on with you, angel?” He asks gently. You open your mouth to brush him off but he cuts you off. “And don’t feed me another lie about you being fine. I’m able to read you like an open book. Just tell me whats going on in that pretty little head of yours, okay?”

You grit your teeth in an effort to stay calm. You’re not angry at him, you’re just overwhelmed. Its all too much; the noise from the kitchen, the lights, the heat, Johanna calling out into the hallway about the bunting, the smells of the different food. Which is why you don’t mean to snap, but you do. “Just get off my back, alright? I said I was fine.” You snap, brushing past him into the eye of the storm— the kitchen.

Finnick blinks, momentarily stunned by your outburst, until it dawns on him and he follows after you. He pulls you to one side from where you’re pretending to listen to Enobaria. “Excuse me. We need to talk.”

“What—”

“Now.” Finnick says firmly, but not unkindly, as he steers you by the elbow back into your shared bedroom. He closes the door once you’re both inside, and leads you to sit down on the edge of the bed. He crouches down in front of you, resting his hands on his knees, and asks, “Are you having a sensory overload?” You avert your gaze and that’s all the answer he needs. “Do you need space or do you want me to hold you?”

Your bottom lip trembles and you clamp your teeth into it to stop it from wobbling. “Can you hold me?”

Thats all the confirmation your husband needs. He sits cross legged on the floor and tugs you into his lap. “Loosely or tightly?” He murmurs into your hairline.

“Tightly.” You answer. “Please.”

Finnick tightens his hold on you and presses a kiss to your forehead as your breathing starts to even out and you begin to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble.

“For what?” Finnick asks, kissing your temple once more.

“For snapping at you. It wasn’t fair.”

“It wasn’t,” Finnick agrees. “But you were overwhelmed, and you were stressed. I forgive you. No hard feelings, alright?”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Do you want to come back outside? We can get you your noise cancelling headphones, that way it might be easier to deal with the noise. How does that sound, hm?”

You hesitate. “Johanna’ll make fun of me.”

“Johanna makes fun of everyone,” Finnick points out.

“Fair point, well made.”

“But if she says anything, I’ll fight her.” He cradles your face in his scarred hands and giving your nose a playful tap.

“Will you win, though?” You tease.

“You know it, angel.”

[lemotmo]

My god give this to me!!!!

Q. Do you think they might actually go the unrequited route? I mean not permanently but do you think they might let Buck pine for a few episodes before Eddie has his realization moment?

A. I personally don't see them going this route. That doesn't mean they won't, but I just don't see the show putting the audience in the position of having to watch Buck pine for someone who isn't an option for him. The audience is pretty protective when it comes to Buck, I mean we love him most but we beg for them to drop a car on top of him, lol. The audience in general is pretty protective of him. They've watched him grow up so watching him set himself up for heartbreak is just not something I think the show will do. That route also puts Eddie in an unfair situation with the audience. Doesn't mean they won't do it. Doesn't mean they can't do it and do it really successfully. I just don't personally see it happening that way.

I still think we're going to get a fairly mutual realization, maybe not in the same episode but back to back episodes at least. I think neither one will tell the other for fear that the feelings aren't reciprocated. So I think we'll kind of get mutual pinning. I think Buck will confide in Maddie about his feelings. I'm not sure if Eddie will tell someone or if we'll just see Eddie's realization moment. I think one or both of them will have some kind of accident or incident on the job where one or both of them believe they're dying and they don't want to die without the other knowing how they feel. Oliver talking about an overnight shoot in the rain pretty much reinforces my belief in that. Rain is just such a Buddie thing on this show. And I don't see Tim being able to resist the big dramatic 'I love you ' where they're concerned. It's been 7 years in the making so I don't see it being a quiet moment. I think the show will go all in for the drama of it all. And they will get their quiet moment together after the fact.

I will say that I've seen a couple of posts and received a couple of asks urging people to remain skeptical because queerbaiting is very real and often intentionally used by shows to attract viewers. That is absolutely true but this show has never intentionally, verbally and openly queerbaited before. And Oliver doesn't talk about it a lot for fear of being accused of misleading people. Oliver would simply not do that. He's bent over backwards for 7 years to make sure he never even accidentally said something that could get him accused of doing that. I simply do not believe Tim, the show and especially Oliver would knowingly and deliberately bait like that. Ryan has been just as careful to try and avoid doing anything like that. I just don't believe that's what's happening here. For gods sake people let yourselves be excited.

Thank you Nonny! Much appreciated!

This was made and posted after the Oliver interview!

Nope, an unrequited storyline isn't going to happen. I'm even more convinced that this won't happen than Ali.

It wouldn't make sense in the grand scheme of things. We've seen that Eddie has started to look for joy, right at the moment when Buck will realise he is in love with him. For years now Eddie's relationships with women have fizzled out because he never felt that he could fully commit for some reason. Yet they keep showing us the close bond he has with his best friend.

No uhuh, Buck is going to figure it out and Eddie is going to come to some conclusions of his own while in El Paso. It will take them some time to actually act upon their feelings, because that is how these stories go. But the end-result will always be fully realised canon Buddie.

I also firmly believe that there is no queerbait going on here. They are too upfront about it.

Believe what you see this time. Allow yourself to believe it.

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[blushsturns]

update on my mental health…!

hi everyone! being on here these last couple months has been incredibly wonderful. i have met some really great people, published my works and got really amazing comments from all of you, and i have been able to talk about the triplets and read all of your phenomenal works too. i want to take the time to thank everyone who has followed along with my stories, shared them, and said the sweetest things about them because things like that keep me going. writing is something that helps me mentally when i’m feeling down, and being able to have a platform to do that is very beneficial.

but.. i also have been struggling mentally. i haven’t been okay and i let some of you know that, but otherwise i tend to keep it inside and not talk about it. i tend to get myself overwhelmed, stressed, and i have let a lot of my insecurities and mental health in general get the best of me. i realized i wasn’t putting myself first and prioritizing what i need and what will help me in the long run. so with that being said, i’m going to try and make more time for myself without stressing myself out while still being able to write and post my works. just not as much as i have been, and not stress myself out over it and worry too much. easier said than done, but i am trying to take the necessary steps to the right direction. i’m in therapy and i’m working towards loving myself again.

thank you to everyone for being here for me while i work on myself and for everyone who has supported me along the way. it’s not a goodbye, or see you later. it’s a… i’m going to just do what i can, when i can and hope for the best. please be patient with me while i navigate this time in my life. i appreciate you all more than you know.

prioritizing yourself and your mental health is sooooo important and i think i lost sight of that. i’m trying my best to be the absolute best i can be and i want to communicate with you all as much as possible.

i love you guys and i hope that you remember how loved, important, and special you all are to me, and to many others. you’re never alone, i promise. my messages/inbox is always opened if you ever need someone. 💜

-nessa ღ

[andcars]

[ 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 ] Mondays in Monaco

premise. you're kind of an emotional gal. you've cried or felt stumped more times than you can count—but you can count five. those five in comparison to the one time that daniel needed help feels like a balance in your relationship. well, the start of a balance anyways.

tags #ㅤangst, hurt/comfort, daniel ricciardo exits formula one for the last time, emotional fluff, reading is a singer-songwriter but that's barely anything in the plot wc #ㅤ 1.9k

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| MASTERLIST⠀TAGLIST⠀PATREON GUIDE⠀MONDAYS IN MONACO

ONE

The credits rolled down the screen. The melancholic soundtrack fades into silence.  Tears streamed down your face with your head turned away from Daniel. Despite that, the man’s eyes have been more invested in watching you than the film. It's embarrassing because you think you've cried just about three times with this movie. Daniel, notedly, has smiled and giggled three times as well.

"Hey," he said, a grin killed into the tone of his voice. He pulled you into a hug, laughter spilling from him. "Come on now, don't be shy. It's okay to cry. It was a sad movie."

It was a sad movie. That was not the problem. The problem was that Daniel couldn't stop making fun of you. Your fist collides with his chest as you whine. Enchanté is now stained with your tears for a doomed family. “You’re mean!” you complain, “Absolutely heartless. Not even—not even once crying for the dad!”

“I did cry!” It's not obvious when he's still laughing.  "Heartless. Seriously heartless.” You feel his tattooed hand smoothen the creases on the back of your shirt, a comforting feeling as he moves you close. Your body pressed against his, the tease from his words nothing to the want to be in his arms. Despite all of it, you’re pulled into his lap and allowed to cry in peace.

TWO

It's never a surprise how ruthless the media can be. The headlines screamed at you from the screen: "Ricciardo's New Flame–Another Investment?"  The comments section was a sea of incels with their dicks dry and heart the Sahara.  Most of their comments are about how you're a distraction to him. Everything about you is a barrier to his first world championship.

You felt dread coiling in your stomach. Dating Daniel came with accepting that you won't be the only one who will. From male fans to female fans to children really, all of them will look at your boyfriend with stars in their eyes. You're nothing special. The distance closing between the two of you though, is a unique fragment of his and yours relationship.

Daniel found you scrolling through the articles, your face monochromatic. He immediately knew something was wrong. He sat beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.  "What is it?" he asked, his voice concerned. While you closed your phone, he already saw the large text.

He frowns as he pulls your phone down as if that will bury the news. "They just want to talk," he said, his voice firm. "It's like they don't get any entertainment from me going around in weird shapes every now and then." That makes you laugh. He likes that you've laughed.

Daniel does his best as he closes you in between his chest and the mattress.  "You're amazing," he said, your face in his hands. "No one can actually say no to you. If you're a distraction, then I would love to have my eyes on you anytime. Nothing else should matter."  His lips on yours are a big FUCK YOU to every journalist out there with nothing to do. You almost want to post it on his account.

THREE

Coming out of musical hibernation for months, you need to write something. Your job is fun. You get to work out all your problems and thoughts in a creative way. It can’t be a job when you enjoy it. However, you’d been staring at a blank page with white noise playing in your head.  Frustration gnawed at you. Your notebook, thick with words, suddenly pale and deficit of any good ideas.

Daniel, also a man who enjoys his job, gives you food. You’ve been holed up in your bedroom and he looks eager to pull you out. You’re proven right when he hums, asking,  "Writer's block?" 

You nodded, sighing.  "It's just… nothing's coming.  My head is still in summer break, basically."

He puts his hand over the notebook, "Sometimes," he starts, "you need a breath of fresh air. No offense but your apartment isn’t the best for any air or even natural sunlight to get in.”

True. Fuck New York, you guess.

So then he takes your hand and pulls you away from your hellhole. Privacy is a privilege but the two of you go outside like nothing matters. The city doesn’t have the best walking experience but you make do. His fingers lock with yours, and he gives you more ideas to write a song of emotions than you ever had in your notebook.

FOUR

Weeks apart, separated by continents, race schedules, and shootings, the world is distance has driven you wild. It has been agonizing. You’ve counted the days until the both of you could meet. When the clock has turned the last second, you’re waiting patiently in Nice for the sight of Daniel.

When the familiar curly head is seen at a distance away, your body feels lighter. You always tell yourself you can deal with the distance. But as he closes the much-hated distance between the two of you, your tears swell and suddenly you’re just a crybaby in his arms.

A huff leaves him as you bump into his chest. Like instinct, his arms wrap around your body. "I missed you so much," you sob, holding him tight as if to never let him go.

His embrace is more than familiar.  "I missed you too," he whispers, his stubbled jaw pressing against the top of your head, "Missed you so much."

You don’t think of yourself as overly emotional. However, is it that bad that your heart is a jar of emotions? You can’t forget him now that you’ve had him. Every second of your life has been left yearning for him. Daniel is a man that you don’t want out of your reach. It’s embarrassing and almost obsessive. It’s a comfort that you know he feels the same when he refuses to even let you shower alone when the two of you get to Monaco. 

FIVE

It’s something that was going to come sooner or later. You knew that. You’ve been excited about it for months and you’re not one to back out last minute. But as boxes clutter your apartment, there is a tug on your chest.  You were excited to finally move to Monaco with Daniel. It’s the next step of your relationship.  A pang of sadness tugged at your heart.  You were leaving your life in America, your friends, your family, everything familiar. You barely even got out of the state before you met Daniel.

He finds you sitting amidst the boxes, a dark expression over your just previously excited face. “Hey,” he greets, a smile forming for you to mirror, “Reminiscing?”

“Maybe,” you think about it again, “Yeah. I really am.” You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm excited," you are, you one-hundred percent are, "but I'm also going to miss everything here."

Sentimentality is always a big trait in your soul. It matches Daniel’s own. He squeezes your hand, kissing it with the softness of his lips.  "It’s not like I’m whisking you away forever. We'll come back to visit," he promised. “You have your friends in Monaco to help you settle in. I’m sure my bed is very familiar with you as well," he smiles, dangling the idea of you relaxing in the comfort of your shared bedroom. 

"And besides," he’s adding with a grin, "you'll have me." That’s probably the only thing you’re going to need

PLUS ONE

Days. Weeks. It's been a topic in the media for months. Daniel and you haven't had a rest because no one wanted to fucking tell Daniel if he still had a job or not. You've skipped the days to spend time with Daniel. Not a single day passed without you tailing him. You're not quite sure how he would be if it wasn't for you ready to catch him.

On the day of the Singapore race, there's nothing on his face. He's gloomy as his entire body has all of the joy sucked out of him. Daniel isn't… Daniel isn't himself, but at the same time, this has been the most truthful he has ever been.

You think that he knows even a slight idea. Still, he doesn't tell you. But you know it from when he tells you to go back home first, go back to the hotel and prepare for a nice break just before Austin. The smile on his face was too pained to be real.

Daniel is found out on the starting line, just in front of where he started earlier. You don't think he registers you there until you're sat next to him. “I think Max is going to treat you out soon,” you tell him, startling him from his thoughts. “One extra point. Maybe it's going to be like Abu Dhabi again.”

It was also Daniel who witnessed that monumental moment. Fucking McLaren. “Maybe,” he says, voice cracking, “Maybe he will let me go easy on Padel?”

His eyes are glassy with tears. He's not crying but you see his red cheeks and the tiredness in his eyes. You've seen him at his best that you almost don't know what to do when he's at his lowest. You know him to be always in his best shape.

"Daniel," you pull him in, "it's going to be okay."

You see the exact moment he crumbles down. His head falls and you're carrying the weight of Daniel. He sobs into your arms and you want nothing but to wrap him until he feels safe. “It's not over,” he tells himself more than he tells you. “I'm still going to meet them. I still have more to give.”

“I know you do,” you coo, patting his back as he quivers. “You have so much more. It's not the end, Daniel. It's not the end.” 

His body is heavy with all the words being thrown at him the entire season. Washed. Weak. Past his prime. Daniel has been a strong man with how he's carried himself and you for the past year you've been dating. You don't think you've met a stronger man than him.

He goes quiet. You let the silence simmer but you just know his head is full of things. This is going to be the best you're going to do—

“Honestly, the movie we watched wasn't even that sad,” you tell him. He looks up at you, questioning. “I think I was just sad that the father couldn't return to his kid for a few times. Looking back, the plot would've been easily fixed if they had just talked in the beginning.”

He laughs, “You see my point? You're a softie.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

You tell him about the news articles, and the stupidity of journalists who report nothing but celebrity gossip. You tell him about the song you made after your stump, it being the catalyst of your now-fame. When the two of you cried at the airport, both of you laugh from how dramatic you two made it when it was only a month of not seeing each other physically. You two called every day. Moving in was probably the best moment in your life as well. You remember it so well.

He’s not crying but there's worry lines fading from his face still. “I think life is just about ending things,” you tell him, “a movie, a shitty relationship article, a writing block, a long distance relationship, and the past. There's always something more to look forward to.”

You cup his face, smiling up at him as you wipe the remains of his tears. “Hey, we can always go karting together. I'm sure their car is way better than the one you're driving now anyway.”

He laughs. The news comes out quickly and the both of you are in a karting area in New York. You don’t think you’ve seen him happier.

@Delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @Jamie2305 @nichmeddar @vannylen2144

FOOTNOTE ────── anddd here is another angsty for daniel ricciardo. man i miss him. hope he's having the time of his life but i do NOT want to watch f1 without him this season. ugh

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[cubbihue]

POV: You just got apprehended by your own lawyer.

Chimmy Changa spent his early years as a Public Defense Lawyer. He had to get really into shape because. For some reason. He kept getting clients who'd bolt from the court room.

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+ bonus sketches i tossed out becuase i couldnt draw them to my satisfaction >:I !!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Omg your little doodles for your asks are so sweet 🥺 do you take requests?

Well, you heard him!

[jasonsbruce]

PROMPT: Dick or any of the other Batfam members see bruises on Jason and think he's in an abusive relationship. Jason shuts any and all conversation on the topic down. They bring their concerns to Bruce, who sort of just...blue screens (those are HIS handprints on Jason's hips, after all) and then seems to brush it off. They're not happy with this response, so naturally a family full of detectives will want to investigate...until they wish they hadn't.

dick is the first one to notice the bruises. they're faint, but unmistakable. a handprint on jason's hip. he doesn't say anything at first, but he holds jason's gaze, making it obvious that he's seen it, silently asking for an explanation, if things are okay. but jason doesn't offer any. he just glares back.

"what happened?" dick then asks.

"none of your damn business," jason sneers, then turns to leave.

tim notices it next—the red marks around jason's wrists.

"what is that?" he frowns.

"you've never seen a bruise before? that happens in our line of work. sounds like you've been slacking off," jason says, shrugging it off before exiting the room.

the family discusses it among themselves. they've seen the signs before, they know what they're looking at. jason's unwillingness to talk about it speaks volumes. those are not some incidents that occurred during a mission. so they're determined to help, whether he wants them to or not.

they decide to go to bruce, to see if he knows something—because nothing goes on without bruce knowing about it.

but when they tell him, something strange happens. bruce freezes. and for a moment, he doesn't move, doesn't speak. it's almost like watching a machine short-circuit, something behind his eyes going blank.

when he finally speaks, it's dismissive. "jason's fine. leave it."

they don't. of course they don't. they're a family full of detectives, they can't just let something like this go.

so they do what they do best instead. they investigate.

they start by tracking jason's movements, try to figure out who he's been seeing. it's a breach of privacy, they know this, but they tell themselves it's for jason's well-being.

but the more they dig, the more confused they become. because nothing adds up. there's no one suspicious in jason's life, no new relationships. none of his enemies would leave marks like that. none of it makes sense.

then they notice something odd.

jason's occasional training sessions happen more frequently, stretching far longer than necessary. and they always happen late at night, when no one else is around.

suspicious, tim pulls up the surveillance footage from the batcave, expecting catch something. but after a few nights of reviewing, he notices something strange—the footage is incomplete. the cameras are turned off for a few hours, right around the time jason shows up.

it's strange, to say the least. they're detectives, and speculation isn't enough. they need hard proof.

they debate it briefly, knowing they're about to cross a line, but eventually they decide that there's no other way. they have to actually spy on jason.

so they do.

they carefully set up their own hidden cameras and microphones in the batcave. they justify it by telling themselves it's for his own good—they're only trying to protect him.

a few days pass until they decide it's time to look at what they've caught. they fast forward through a lot of the footage until something catches their attention. jason is there, late at night, just like before. but he's not alone.

he's sparring with bruce.

they watch, not really alarmed at first—it's normal for everyone to spar with each other. but then the session takes a turn. bruce's hands starts to linger a little too long on jason's body. each hold, each grip seems deliberate.

jason's back hits the wall, hard. bruce steps in close, his hand finding jason's hip, fingers digging in. the bruise that had been there before suddenly makes sense. jason doesn't pull away, doesn't really resist, but something in his expression shifts. there's almost a defiance in his eyes, as his hand shoots up as if to strike.

bruce is faster, or maybe jason didn't even try. but his grip locks around jason's wrists in one smooth motion, pinning them above his head, trapping him against the wall. for a long moment, neither of them moves. their breathing is labored, heavy in the silence, and they just stare at each other.

bruce's hold tightens, his thumb pressing against the pulse on jason's wrist. jason doesn't even flinch. a wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. the hand on jason's hip travels up, fingers trailing along the line of his body. it moves with purpose, until bruce's fingers splays across his throat, settling there with a grip that's perfectly balanced—tight enough to thrill, not enough to really hurt.

bruce tilts jason's head, angling him exactly the way he wants him, and then he leans in. the kiss is slow, sensual, bruce's lips claims jason's like it's the most natural thing in the world.

like it has been going on for god knows how long, right under their noses.

the room is silent, the footage still playing, but no one moves to stop it. both of them are frozen. tim feels his stomach twist as he tries to process what he's seeing. dick looks like he's stopped breathing, eyes locked on the screen.

they should have seen it earlier, should have put the pieces together before it got this far.

tim shuts off the footage in a sudden, quick motion. the screen goes dark, but the image of bruce and jason stays burned into their minds.

they got what they came for. they uncovered the truth, just like they set out to do.

but now, they wished they hadn't.

[official-penis-posts]

Hey so like. How do you politely ask for people to send you pictures of their genitals but mot in a sexual way?? More of just a "I think genitals are cool and I want to draw a bunch" way.

Asking for a friend, and I feel like yiu are that friend

What do you mean by “not in a sexual way”? Serious question. Do you not want the senders to fill titillated or aroused, or do you not want them to feel objectified?

Do you not want them to have sexual motivations because the idea creeps you out, or because you feel that it may lead them to expect more from you than just curiosity?

If it’s for an art reference, you don’t need people to send you pictures of their genitals. There are genitals all over the Internet. If you are afraid those genitals aren’t real or representative of actual genitals, Google “amateur porn” and you will find plenty of real, genuine, corn-fed genitals.

It is certainly understandable to be curious about what other people’s genitals look like, at least in my opinion. But asking for pictures is a tough one from people you may know irl. It’s taboo for a reason - it’s kind of an unearned or inappropriate intimacy, at least in mainstream USA. Europeans may feel differently about it.

You will have better luck if you solicit anonymous people to send you pictures of their genitals, but odds are pretty good that some of those people will have sexual motivations.

Hope that helps!

[coraniaid]

🔥 tara maclay

There are a few different answers I could give to this, but one thing I don't believe I've posted about before is just how much I hate the scene in Older and Far Away when Tara defends Willow's refusal to use magic for any reason, even when her friends are in serious supernatural danger and at real risk of dying without her help. It is awful. It doesn't make any sense at all.

It is obviously meant to be something the audience cheer for. We're meant to see it as Tara -- formerly shy and awkward and diffident -- becoming more confident and assertive in standing up for her (ex) girlfriend. We're meant to be reminded of fan-favorite episode Family (compare Buffy telling Tara's father he'd have to "go through me" to make Tara do anything she doesn't want to do in that episode to Tara now telling Willow's friends they'll have to "go through me" to get Willow to start doing magic again). And obviously that works for a lot of people: I see that scene in Tara-focused gifsets a lot.

Only ... it doesn't make any sense? Not for the first time this season, Anya is completely in the right and is baffling that the show would try to pretend otherwise. Imagine being trapped in a burning building and a trained firefighter who also lives in that building refusing to help you because she recently developed "water addiction", a serious problem where she just loves using water too much for reasons beyond her control and has to go cold turkey or else [specifically, she got in a fight with her girlfriend and pushed her in a swimming pool, twice].

And I really think this scene just perfectly exemplifies all the problems with the season-long Willow-as-magic-addict subplot. The way it requires everyone to just ignore the very specific things that Willow did to Tara that she actually broke up with her over. The way it requires the audience to completely disregard everything the show's ever previously said about magic or the supernatural. The way it sits so awkwardly and uncomfortably with the show's previous use of magic as metapor. The way it takes over so much of what would otherwise be a really interesting and ambitious season. The fact it somehow positions Willow as, not a flawed woman with serious and consistently written flaws, but just a helpless victim in need of protecting.

The fact that the writers have decided to so completely ignore what Willow actually did to Tara (and tried to do again when caught!) -- to ignore the fact that Tara herself (correctly) told Willow that she'd "violated" her by forcibly taking away her autonomy in order to resolve a personal conflict, and explicitly compared this to what was previously the most traumatic event of her life -- that, seemingly without any shame or sense of irony at all, they can write a scene in which Tara bravely steps in to stop Willow's uncaring friends from "making her do something she doesn't want to do".

[a2zillustration]

Hello! For the "Get to know my tav" post: what's Croissants favorite spell/cantrip?

This one was asked twice! First answer from the get to know your tav list of questions. As always, feel free to ask more if you want!

[[ All Croissant Adventures (chronological, desktop) ]]

[[ All Croissant Adventures (app) ]]

[actuallyredrobin]

Hiya Red!

Was just wonderin...

Is Batman's cape as cozy as it looks?

And is there a buncha space under there?

Hammerspace?

hey! yes absolutely

it’s shockingly comfortable, especially considering all of it’s functionality

there’s a good amount of space, definitely enough for a Robin or two (or one crouching Nightwing) to take cover under (or to hide from social situations, cough, talking to GCPD, cough)

[swordheld]

i believe we all are unspectacular, though

this feeling - it's yours, through and through. your experience is yours and you have earned every emotion you hold on to. in writing this, i don't mean to try to explain away how you're feeling; i only want to attempt to show you the inverse, the hidden light that shadows beyond every darkness.

sometimes there are moments where it all becomes too much and we fall into it, that long dark, and it takes us from ourselves, from some part of us that lives close to whatever we hold to the light of things. the hard part of this was never finding that awe, that spectacular beauty, but keeping it close enough to guide us out of the dark. it slips so easy through our fingers.

when that becomes so big it swallows all else: what if you think of the softest thing? of similarity, and kindness, and how it seems to be rooted down to the marrow of us.

we have existed for so long, so little. we are like giants, on our pebble of a celestial grain of sand. our lives are short and memories far shorter. and yet look at all that we do with it: look at how far it goes - each shining piece.

how could it be just unspectacular? couldn't it always, always have the possibility for more? i implore you to read through ada limón's full piece that this is pulled from, titled dead stars:

Out here, there’s a bowing even the trees are doing.                  Winter’s icy hand at the back of all of us. Black bark, slick yellow leaves, a kind of stillness that feels so mute it’s almost in another year. I am a hearth of spiders these days: a nest of trying. We point out the stars that make Orion as we take out        the trash, the rolling containers a song of suburban         thunder. It’s almost romantic as we adjust the waxy blue        recycling bin until you say, Man, we should really learn some new constellations. And it’s true. We keep forgetting about Antlia, Centaurus,        Draco, Lacerta, Hydra, Lyra, Lynx. But mostly we’re forgetting we’re dead stars too, my mouth        is full        of dust and I wish to reclaim the rising— to lean in the spotlight of streetlight with you, toward        what’s larger within us, toward how we were born. Look, we are not unspectacular things.        We’ve come this far, survived this much. What would happen if we decided to survive more? To love         harder? What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said,         No.      No, to the rising tides. Stood for the many mute mouths of the sea, of the land? What would happen if we used our bodies to bargain for the safety of others, for earth,                  if we declared a clean night, if we stopped being         terrified, if we launched our demands into the sky, made ourselves so         big people could point to us with the arrows they make in their         minds, rolling their trash bins out, after all of this is over?

poetry is lovely for so many reasons, but a personal favourite is that it can mean different things to different readers. this one, to me, means there is more here. as in: you are not the first, you are not alone in this ache, this heavy weight of life. the ground has shook with dance since before our feet, the wind has carried stories beyond our voice. it says there has been more here.

and that, in turn, says everything without so many words, doesn't it?

we try, and try, and give everything we have. we have been doing it since before language, since before breath. it is a history that says i need you to know that i tried. that i made it out, into the light of things.

nothing lasts forever. there is no such thing as permanence. everything washes away. there is rot and things collapse, forests fall, seasons change, and time moves on. but the same time  –  there is no such thing as separation. we are not exempt. we all share this changing. 

yes, loving the world is difficult. finding pieces of living, of being alive, that make it worth living is one of the most difficult of searches, but it's one of the most rewarding, as well as the only things truly worth anything. you need to find things to keep going for. you need to recognize your own spectacular things specific to you, because who else is going to do it? 

there is something strong in teaching yourself to hone that perspective. to hold everything else in rays of scattered sunlight through canopies - momentary joys so profound: a violin melody, art that breaks you alive, poetry you want to hold behind your teeth, the smell of cinnamon bread in the oven, because at the end of it: wouldn’t you want hope? wouldn’t you choose hope?

and poems like this, they ask: if you could, even just once more, dare to dream, dream anything, dream it all, each and every piece of light that could await you - wouldn't you?

and wouldn't you? wouldn't you.

[caspercryptid]

🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐆🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈 shshshshh look theres a clowder pf cats in that alley over there lets observe them

OH HEY LOOK KITTIES ITS KITTIES SORRY WHAT WAS THAT YOU WERE SAYING

[moeblob]

I'm on an OC kick and also super indecisive so I spun a wheel (thank you for choosing for me, RNG).

Ricardo is a body guard and is bffs with Marlo. Ricardo's current job is watching after a celebrity's daughter who the public doesn't know even exists. She's just a teenage girl vibing with her mom and getting texts and calls from her dad (who loves her a whole lot and keeps her out of the spotlight very purposefully) and has this bodyguard and his weird friend. Marlo is just vibing with his best friend.

(Also Marlo would absolutely laugh if he heard Ricardo say "someone called me eye candy and it wasn't you and now I think you should call me that")