#i'll just uhhhhhhhhhh

[elderwisp]

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Frances: You guys need any extra boxes?

Winona: Probably. Nona has all of these mugs like do we seriously need all fifty million of them?

Aponi: I heard that!

Winona: [ grumbles ] You were supposed to. Lady needs an intervention.

Frances: I think it’s nice to collect little things.

Winona: Are you admitting to me that you’re a hoarder?

Frances: I’m not! So are you excited?

Winona: Sort of. I mean it’ll be cool to have my own bathroom but I dunno. All my friends are here.

Frances: Felt that.

Winona: Frances, are you sure you gotta leave? I could pack you in one of these boxes.

Frances: [ giggles ] Sounds uncomfy.

Winona: I’ll add pillows and blankets.

Aponi: Winona, we’re not putting them in a box. 

Winona: Awh. Fine.

Aponi: Well, it’s that time. Thank you for everything.

Frances: Do either of you need anything from me before I go?

Aponi: No, you’ve been quite the help. Make sure you eat good food, no more ramen packets.

Frances: I promise.

Frances: Take care.

Winona: I’m gonna miss you.

Frances: Me too. Bye now.

[ low rumbling ]

Frances: Icarus? I thought you were working late tonight.

Icarus: I’ll be back. I told them I needed to take care of something first. 

Frances: Everything’s fine. Winona-

Icarus: I’m not sure if I’ll ever see you again and I wanted to… I needed to say bye.

Frances: I-I don’t want to go. 

Icarus: It’s okay.

Frances: I can’t do it.

Icarus: You’ve got big dreams waiting for you, Frances. I’m not gonna hold you back.

Frances: Icarus, please.

Icarus: [ whispers ] Don’t be a stranger.

Frances: I won’t. 

Dan: [ emotionless ] Rough day?

Frances: [ sniffles ] Mhm. You?

Dan: Incredibly rough. 

Frances: Wanna talk about it?

Dan: Not really, you?

Frances: No.

[nvoc]

TINY GLADE ; 04

[nocturne-of-illusions]

ROT13 thoughts about m.outhwashing. i was only going to talk about one thing but. The Rambler's Curse............... anyway. major spoilers, not censoring anything, decode at your own risk, blah blah blah.

[ROT13 below]

[pj frkhny nffnhyg, ivbyrapr, noyrvfz, nohfr, zvfbtlal, fznyy inthr zragvba bs enpvfz, znff zheqre / fhvpvqr]

gurer'f fbzrguvat gung vexf zr fb zhpu nobhg gur zbhgujnfuvat snaqbz FCRPVSVPNYYL znxvat "tbbq raqvat" NHf gung nyy eribyir nebhaq pheyl nf gur Znva Punenpgre (gz), jvgu ab qnzntr gb nal eryngvbafuvcf orgjrra nalbar va gur perj rkprcg Gur Fbyr Onq Crefba, Wvzzl.

ohg nyfb. orpnhfr v ernyvmrq. v qba'g guvax gurl jrer nyy trggvat onpx nyvir, penfu be ab. gurer'f n ovg jurer vg'f zragvbarq gung cbal rkcerff qvqa'g nqq n 5gu pelb cbq sbe qnvfhxr, naq jr xabj gung CR vf n irel "rknpg nzbhag bs [guvat] jvgu ab ebbz sbe reebe, op jr qba'g jnag gb fcraq gur rkgen zbarl sbe fnsrgl" xvaq bs pbzcnal. naq gura v tbg gur pnyphyngbe bhg.

gurve sbbq bayl ynfgrq sbe 4-5 zbaguf nsgre gur penfu, jvgu nabgure rfgvzngrq 3-4 zbaguf genafvg erznvavat vs gurl unq orra tbvat va gur evtug qverpgvba. juvpu zrnaf rvgure gurl ybfg n FVTAVSVPNAG nzbhag bs sbbq va gur penfu (cynhfvoyr)… be. jung vs CR bayl ybnqrq gur fuvc jvgu sbbq sbe 4 crbcyr, yvxr gurl qvq jvgu gur cbqf? vg jnf n ebhtu pnyphyngvba, ohg nffhzvat rnpu crefba rngf na rdhny funer bs gur sbbq rirel qnl, naq nffhzvat rnpu crefba ngr n shyy, abezny cbegvba qvfcrafrq ol gur sbbq qvfcrafre vafgrnq bs cbegvbavat, op gurl gubhtug guvf jnf whfg n abezny eha jvgu gur evtug nzg bs sbbq… vs lbh qvfgevohgrq sbbq sbe 4 crbcyr nzbat 5, lbh'q or nobhg 3-4 zbaguf fubeg sbe gur gevc. 🥴

gurer'f n qrprag punapr v zvffrq qrgnvyf gung qrohax guvf NWFAQXW ohg huuuuu gung gubhtug znxrf zr fb hajryy. op vg ernyyl vf fbzrguvat CR jbhyq qb. pyrneyl, jvgu guvatf yvxr gur pelb cbq vffhr. naq gur znatyrq iragf. naq gur ab orqebbz ybpxf. naq gur gbkvp sbbq cnpxrgf.

nyfb, tvira gung gurl gbyq pheyl gb qrynl gryyvat gur erfg bs gur fgnss hagvy gur raq bs gur gevc, znal zbaguf sebz gur zrffntr erprviny, ubj yvxryl vf vg gung CR jnf nyernql va gur cebprff bs pybfvat fubc jura gurl frag gur ghycne bhg naq whfg qrynlrq gryyvat pheyl fb ur pbhyqa'g vzzrqvngryl pnapry gur fuvczrag? jvgu ubj oyngnag guvf tnzr vf nobhg vgf fgnapr ba pncvgnyvfz, v pbhyq frr vg.

nyfb. v'ir sbhaq FBZR tbbq cynlguebhtuf bs gur tnzr (gl gb gur sevraq jub frag zr n erp, gung bar jnf SNAGNFGVP, v ybirq gur qvfphffvba ng gur raq fb zhpu bhetuuuu, n ybg bs guvatf gb zhyy bire)……

ohg bu zl TBQ 🔪🔪🔪 gur vasnagvyvmngvba bs pheyl sebz zhygvcyr natyrf ol fgernzref naq gur snaqbz ng ynetr. gur jnl crbcyr chccrg uvf wnj, whfg yvxr gur qrif gubhtug ccy jbhyq. gur jnl fgernzref yvgrenyyl ONOL GNYX GB UVZ jura tvivat uvz uvf cvyyf. gur jnl gurl gnyx nobhg uvf obql, nobhg pneelvat uvz, nobhg uvf qvfnovyvgl qverpgyl. naq gura, bs pbhefr, ur'f gur snaqbz'f qneyvat onol. Gur Oybeob (nybatfvqr qnvfhxr jub vf. n jubyr bgure qvfphffvba wsp gur srgvfuvmngvba-vasnagvyvmngvba pbzob gurl'ir sbeprq bagb guvf terng punenpgre. gb gur fnzr sevraq jub tnir gur erp -- v 1000000% nterr jvgu lbhe ernqvat FB uneq, v tbg gur fnzr ivorf sebz uvz).

"v whfg jnag pheyl gb or fb unccl naq sbe naln gb purre uvz ba naq or uvf orfgvr naq purreyrnqre, naq v jnag qnvfhxr gb whfg or n yvggyr shaal pybja sbe uvz, naq v jnag fjnafrn gb or Gur Qnq Svther (gz), naq v jnag uvz gb unir na nyzbfg shyy erpbirel -- zvenphybhf, rira! fb zhpu fb gung lbh jbhyqa'g guvax ur'q fcrag zbaguf jvgubhg fxva, va gbeghebhf pbaqvgvbaf. vs ur qvqa'g arrq Zntvpny Shgher Cebfgurgvpf Gung Jbex Whfg Yvxr Erny Yvzof Naq Nera'g Haoryvrinoyl Urnil Be Hajvryql (naq gung n ybat unhy pncgnva pbhyq qrrrrsvavgryl nssbeq va n jbeyq gung gerngf vgf jbexref fb oehgnyyl), lbh'q guvax ur ybbxrq gur fnzr nf ur qvq cer-penfu…… rkprcg ur fgvyy pna'g gnyx be unf fbzr bgure fznyy, aba-ivfhny qvfnovyvgl fb ur'f fgvyy phgryl ihyarenoyr ohg nyfb onpx gb uvf """"""""""""pbairagvbanyyl nggenpgvir""""""""""""""" [UHTR fpner dhbgrf] frys grrurr~~"

zrnajuvyr, pheyl jnf n qverpg ernfba jul gur penfu bppheerq. abg va gur jnl bs wvzzl fubivat nyy bs uvf nohfrf bagb pheyl'f fubhyqref, ohg ur vf n qverpg ernfba jul naln sryg hafnsr baobneq. fur fnvq "v gbyq lbh"… ubj genafcnerag naq oyngnag jnf fur va fprarf jr qvqa'g frr? ur haqrefgbbq vg jnf wvzzl vzzrqvngryl, ab jnssyvat ba vg, ab "ur'q arire…", ur XARJ wvzzl pbhyq naq jbhyq nffnhyg fbzrbar. naq lrg jura vg pnzr gvzr gb pbasebag uvz, ur chg uvf ohqql nobir gur erfg bs gur perj'f fnsrgl. naq ur qvqa'g rira gel gb PNYZ wvzzl qbja, arirezvaq gnxr qenfgvp npgvba, jura ur fhttrfgrq gur jubyr perj fubhyq qvr naq qvfnccrne va na "nppvqrag".

Ur Vf Pbzcyvpvg. Ur Vf Abg N Puvyq. Ur Xarj Naq Qvq Abguvat. "v xabj lbh'q arire tvir zr gur tha gb cebgrpg zlfrys" fnvq va fhpu n jnl gung ernqf "v xabj lbh'q arire tvir zr gur cbjre gb uheg wvzzl jura ur gevrf fbzrguvat ntnva".

v ERNYYL srry sbe cbfg-penfu pheyl sbe crefbany ernfbaf, va gung fhqqrayl orvat qrovyvgngvatyl qvfnoyrq naq univat gb prqr pbageby gb crbcyr jub qba'g unir lbhe orfg vagrerfgf va zvaq vf sevtugravat nf nyy shpx. v srry sbe uvz va gung ur'f pbafgnagyl gerngrq nf gubhtu ur vfa'g gurer. ur'f whfg n Guvat, n Jbhaqrq Navzny, va gur zrqvpny ebbz. ur unf ab fnl va jurgure ur jnagf gerngzrag be vs ur jnagf gb qvr, vs ur jnagf gb xrrc ubcvat sbe fbzrbar gb svaq gurz be vs ur qbrfag jnag gb fhssre hagvy ubcryrff, varivgnoyr qrngu. ur pevrf naq abobql yvfgraf, abobql gevrf gb pbzzhavpngr va gur jnlf gung ur fgvyy pna.

ohg gur fnzr pbhyq or fnvq bs gur jnl ur gerngf naln cbfg-pbasrffvba, cer-penfu. vg'f arire "jung qb lbh jnag gb qb nobhg guvf?", vg'f "lbh fubhyq unir pbzr gb zr! v'yy gnyx gb uvz, v'ir xabja uvz sbe n ybat gvzr. guvf vf ab ernfba gb jnag gb uheg lbhefrys. jul qvqa'g lbh jnvg sbe zr gb gnyx gb uvz jvgu lbh??? jurer qvq ur tb??? v'yy svaq uvz!!!" orsber qbvat Abguvat naq gnxvat AB erfcbafvovyvgl. rira va gubfr svany zbzragf orsber ur gnxrf gur shyy oehag bs gur penfu, vg'f fgvyy "v qvqa'g zrna sbe lbh gb qb GUVF!!" nsgre ur unq whfg. yrg wvzzl tb jvgu mreb ercebnpu nsgre qnevat gb fhttrfg n znff fhvpvqr gb nibvq gnxvat erfcbafvovyvgl.

ur'f gur bccbfvgr fvqr bs gur fnzr pbva nf wvzzl. ur vfa'g nffnhygvat nalbar, ohg ur qbrfa'g gnxr erfcbafvovyvgl sbe nffnhyg gung unccraf haqre uvf jngpu naq ng zvavzhz cebgrpg gur ivpgvzf. ur'f avpr, ohg ur gharf ivpgvzf bhg va beqre gb xrrc gur crnpr jvgu uvf ohqql cny sevraq. ur xabjf orggre guna nalbar ryfr, ur qbrfa'g arrq vachg, ur'f gur bar va punetr, gurl fubhyq unir pbzr gb uvz, ur fhhheryl jbhyq unir qbar nalguvat arprffnel, ab lbh pna'g qrsraq lbhefrys op jr pna'g chg zl ohqql cny sevraq va n ihyarenoyr fvghngvba yvxr gur bar ur chg lbh va. v xabj v'z pncnoyr bs svaqvat n cbfvgvba jvgu orggre ynqqref (naq zber cbjre), ohg gur snyy jbhyq or qrinfgngvat vs v shpxrq hc va gur fznyyrfg jnl. v'z abg gnxvat cflpu rinyf frevbhfyl, abg orvat ubarfg, gb nibvq uneq qvfphffvbaf naq ihyarenovyvgl naq evfx bs zl pheerag cbfvgvba bs cbjre fyvccvat njnl. rgp rgp rgp.

v fnj bar crefba qvfphffvat pheyl'f naq wvzzl'f zhghny pbqrcraqrapr naq gung ernyyl fhzf vg hc. vg vfa'g arprffnevyl na rdhny eryngvbafuvc, ohg gung'f gehr sebz zhygvcyr natyrf. wvzzl vf ivbyrag naq znavchyngvir, pheyl hfrf uvf fbpvny cbjre gb renfr wvzzl'f ivbyrapr naq znavchyngvba, nyy gb fgnl gbtrgure. "v'ir xabja uvz sbe n ybat gvzr, ur jba'g gel nalguvat jvgu zr." gurl obgu frr n irefvba bs rnpu bgure gung qbrfa'g npghnyyl rkvfg, naq gurl fgevir gb zngpu gubfr vzntvanel svtherf va fbzr jnl.

NALJNL, CBVAG VF, pheyl unf whfg nf zhpu tbvat ba nf wvzzl, whfg n qvssrerag synibe. cbfg-nppvqrag gur cbjre qlanzvpf punatr qenfgvpnyyl, juvpu znxrf guvatf zber pbzcyvpngrq. Ohg. Va Gur Raq. ur'f abg n jvqqyr onol obl cer- be cbfg-nppvqrag; ur'f n tebja shpxvat zna jub'f rkphfrq gur varkphfnoyr sebz uvf sevraq, nyy juvyr vtabevat gur cnva uvf bgure perjzngr vf raqhevat, naq gura jura ur'f fhqqrayl va gung ihyarenoyr cbfvgvba uvzfrys, ur vf FGVYY n tebja shpxvat zna raqhevat havzntvanoyr cnva nf jryy nf culfvpny nohfr sebz gur fnzr crefba ur fuvryqrq orsber. gur oybeob onolsvpngvba bs thl-j-pevzvany-seng-zragnyvgl-ghearq-ivpgvz-bs-ivbyrag-noyrvfg-nohfr znxrf zl oybbq ohea erq ubg. vg'f vashevngvat.

v jba'g rira gbhpu gur "gbkvp lnbv" fuvg. QVF-THF-GNAT. gryy zr lbh unira'g raqherq be orra pybfr gb nalbar jub'f unq gb raqher noyrvfg nohfr sebz fbzrbar lbh be gurl pner nobhg. gryy zr lbh frr qvfnoyrq ccy nf nqbenoyl qrsrafryrffyl frkhnyvmrq bowrpgf ntnvafg crbcyr jub ubyq cbjre bire hf. gryy zr jbzraf' nffnhyg naq fhssrevat vf whfg n onpxqebc sbe n "zber vagrerfgvat qlanzvp" orgjrra gjb fuvggl zra jub ranoyrq / ranpgrq ure nffnhyg. vg'f gur cbjre qlanzvp bs vg nyy. vg'f gur yvgreny bowrpgvsvpngvba. fuhg gur shhhhpx hc.

…………… uryyb vg vf v, gur enzoyre, ernyvmvat v unir, vaqrrq, enzoyrq. cneqba zr! v fvzcyl pna'g fgbc guvaxvat nobhg guvf tnzr, naq vg'f zvkvat hc va zl urnq j vfggit naq fntna unjxr'f ivqrb nobhg rfpncr: gevnffvp unyy va n yvggyr gevnq bs "2024 neg gung unf zrygrq naq er-sbezrq zl oenva zhygvcyr gvzrf". (uvag uvag vs lbh unirag frra gur bgure gjb lbh fubhyq naq gura jr pna enag naq enzoyr gbtrgure cfcfcfcfcf) naljnl! gbbqyr-ybb! [qbrf n yvggyr wvt nf v fybjyl qnapr zl jnl oruvaq gur fgntr phegnvaf naq bhg bs fvtug]

[angeltism]

what if i just un self diagnose with everything except like autism because that's one i probably would be getting tested for if it wasn't a billion moneys . cluster abc more like i don't know i was gonna put something funny but idk what to write . anyways

[lemonnbug]

hiiii😊 pretend I didn't randomly dip without warning lmao

[whenyoucomeback]

baizhu save me. save me. save me baizhu

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L lawliet x Reader: domestic

Synopsis: A little fluff piece about L as a father and husband.

Word Count: ~1.2k

"dad, did you- did you know that, that when the ice goes away it's actually 'cause it's air now?"

L looks up in thought, at the vivid blue sky painted with fluffy white clouds. He was probably asking because the water in his sippy cup no longer had the ice from when he left.

"No, it's not. The ice absorbs the heat around it, and as it absorbs the heat, it melts into the water. Ice is water that has been frozen."

"...no, my teacher telled me."

"Told."

"My teacher told me."

"In what circumstance?"

The small child blinks, giant owl eyes peering up to meet the gentle gaze of equally giant owl eyes. "It's that- that the cirs-can-stand was that we put the ice on a pan and heated it up, and the ice turned into air."

"Ah, I see. When ice heats, it melts into water, and when water gets hot enough, it evaporates into steam."

"Yeah, it exasperated."

"Evaportated."

"Yeah."

L stops walking down the park path, and sits on a nearby bench. Quickly realizing his son was practically two apples tall, he lifted him up by his shoulders, and plopped him down next to him.

"Mama brusheded my hair this morning."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. But she says I got hair like you 'cause it doesn't sit right even if she puts the good gel in it."

L curls his legs up to his chest, and the small child imitates him. They ought to head home soon, you would be back from work in the hour. L's told you countless times that you could quit, but you always wave him off. "I'll be endlessly bored if I don't have any work to do," you'd say.

It was true, especially during the school year, when your son spent most of the day out. You were so hesitant to send him to pre-school, but L knew he'd only get into trouble without anything to entertain him.

"We do have similar hair types, yes."

"Dad, can I tell you something?"

L looks to the boy. So serious. He nods, a quick jerk of his head.

His son stands on the bench to whisper in his ear.

L cups the shell, and and leans in. The child circles his mouth with his small hands, and gets as close to L's ear as possible.

"I think that we can get ice cream before dinner without mama even knowing, cause she'll be out and about, and she won't even know that we got it."

L frowns. "Your mother is very adamant about her opinions of dessert before dinner."

"But she won't even know that we did."

"...I suppose...just this once."

He did make a very compelling argument.

L picks him up, and let's him rest on his hip, careful not to let any of his skin touch the fabric of his jeans. The poor thing would scream and cry at the feeling of jeans. L vaguely remembers having similar distastes to velvet.

He makes quick work of the walk to the ice cream parlor, the boy on his side pointing to everything he sees.

"Look! That's a brown-eared bulbul!"

"That's right."

"That cedar tree is taller than you."

"So it is."

"When mama was getting the groceries, she had a argument at that store and said we can't go in there anymore."

"Yes, they gave her a fee for using self check-out."

When they arrived at the shop, L orders a scoop of strawberry ice cream, and looks down at his mirror-image. "What would you like?"

The boy stands on his tiptoes, eyes peaking over the countertop to stare down the lady taking their order. "Uhhhhhhhhhh can I have....a....childses sized scoop...of...."

Christ.

"Chocolate ice cream? With gummy bears and gummy worms and rainbow sprinkles?"

L confirms the order, and the woman hurries off to scoop.

"The reason you put an 's' at the end of 'child' is to show that the word is possessive of the word following it. You do not need to say childses, because the word is singular, and the plural form of child's is children's."

"Okay."

He didn't understand.

The ice cream was served, and after paying, father and son went on their way home. Hopefully they had enough time to finish, clean up, and pretend nothing happened.

As soon as you arrived home, your son, clad in his favorite ducky pajamas, ran into your arms. He always put on his pajamas when he got home, he preferred the texture to any day clothes.

"Hi baby! How was your day?" You lifted him up, and pressed a thousand kisses to the side of his head.

L rounded the corner, barefoot with hands in his pockets, watching the domestic, picturesque sight.

"Good! Dad and I had secret ice cream."

Your eyes met L's, sharp. Uh Oh. "Is that right?"

"Mine had gummy bears and gummy worms and rainbow sprinkles!"

"That's nice, baby. Why don't you go play with your new blocks, isn't that fun?"

"'Cause you're holding me."

You set him down. "Go play!"

"Okay!"

And he runs off, leaving L alone with you.

"Ice cream?"

"It was his idea," he reasons.

"Our four year old's idea?"

"Yes." You raise a brow, he steps closer, and suddenly his hands are sliding up and down your hips. "He was very convincing. How was work?"

You fiddle with the hair on the nape of his neck. When did you put your arms on his shoulders?! "Fine," you scoff, crossing your arms. "You know how I feel about dessert before dinner!"

He takes your hands in his, and kisses your wrists.

"I missed you, my love."

Your face heats. "Cut it out, I'm serious!"

He kisses your cheek, pulling you into a tight, loving embrace. "I'll 'apologize' after dinner," he shrugs.

"..."

He pulls back to look at your face. His most beautiful wife, pouting because she's been bested once more.

"Don't let it happen again. I mean it, L Lawliet."

"Yes, of course."

He plants a kiss on your nose, then your lips, gentle but searing.

Somehow, your arms are on his shoulders again. You don't move them this time. "You're acting like you want another," you tease.

"Another might be nice."

"Another what," your son asks, grabbing at the fabric of your pant-leg. He was quiet when he wanted to be, wasn't he?

You pick him up, and kiss his cheek. "Another ice cream," you exclaim, your tone light and preformatory. "Too bad you can't have ice cream for the rest of the week."

"A week," L asks.

"Consequences," you shrug. You press your forehead to the boy's, and hold him still. "Never lie to your mama."

He giggles, and wiggles around until you set him down.

"A week is a little excessive," L murmurs, watching as his son runs back to his room.

"How does two sound? Better yet, no ice cream and no 'apologies' for two."

"A week is gracious of you."

You stretch, ready to start cooking dinner. Before you head for the kitchen, you smack his butt, and walk away. "Never lie to your wife," you warn, giving him a playfully stern smirk.

How he loved his life.

[another-delta-lover]

IDC I did this MONTHS AGO!!! I HAD TO UPDATE THIS

So much has changed in just some months... Now Heavy n Medic have INFESTED my LIFE😭 SQJHDJAHD

I WANNA MAIN HEAVYYYY BUT I'M NOT GOOD WITH HEAVYYYY I'M GOOD AT POCKETING HEAVY'S, NOT BEING ONE😭😭😭 Each time I see a Heavy playing sosososo good I go "please... Teach me how to be like u😭", My pronouns are he but not him BC I'LL NEVER BE HIMMM

Anyway I love heavy and heavymedic and medic and emesis blue heavymedic and emesis blue heavy and emesis blue medic

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[The uhhhhhhhhhh clean template?? How do u say that idc]

[mettigel-engel]

should probably explain this slightly vague shitposty post now huh 💔

Took this at 8:04 but shut up.......eejit

uhhhhhhhhhh the rumour rumor rumour romur????? sybuau bro i piss me off 🥀

He's avoiding the question

Sooooo uhh serious now, I am actually trans. Like i would never confess it to anyone I know in real life because I would get tied to a bin and flogged with a refrigerated pepperami but

[yap warning] like idk ive been denying it to myself for like 2 years now? Even if my face is caked in makeup and my skirt is short enough to be considered a belt i'll still feel like I don't look like a girl, like i stand out and that i'm just cosplaying as one. And i didn’t really know why, because I look fine. But its cause i dont 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 like I am one, yk?

And lately i've been thinking 'huh you know i wouldn’t mind he/him pronouns... AAAAAND she/her ones still OBVIOUSLY because i'm NOT trans and AM a normal cis girl' and likee..... I was raised cis straight conservative christain and where I live is UNBELIEVABLY conservative so the trans-shame is big dewd. and im still gonna have to dress like a girl and all that and act like one until i'm 18 in a few years and i can leave and do what the hell i want with my body but its nice to have a few random strangers on the internet know that this weird foreign kid is trangenner

really hope this reaches my mooties cus what if they come back from sleeping like 'who is this weird guy wheres the autistic girl i know 😰😰' he's right here <3 [end of yap]

TL;DR, it's not Käthe anymore, it's KENNNNNNNNNNDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🫡👑🫡👑🫡👑🫡👑🫡👑🫡👑🫡👑🫡👑🫡👑💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺 (Kendrick ⌒_⌒)

[maskedinfinate]

ok so you guys (literally one person) asked for it (which was enough to convince me) so im posting my silly

This is Morpho, my non-chapter-specific secret boss. Now you may ask, "How does that work!" and my answer to that is. uhhhhhhhhhh. hes likeeee. from castle town??? I guess? Like, they've been hiding and disguising themselves in castle town this entire time oooo and then you find them and fight. Waow. If you wanna know more, I'll put it under the read more thing. ALSO ITS NAME IS NOT A KIRBY REFERENCE I SWEAR!!! i do love morpho knight tho

So anyway, what's Morpho's deal anyway? See, they're a shapeshifting darkner made of pure darkness, the same that ralsei is presumably made of. Which means he can travel into any dark world safely without turning into stone. He uses this to his advantage, spying on other darkners and copying them. They barely have an identity of their own, so they tend to copy others and shapeshift into them to feel more complete. But it isn't enough. Darkners aren't enough. They need the light.

anyway heres some funny faces/expressions, since yes, he does have a face, just not a single one.

yeah thats basically it thankz 4 reading

[oh-no-its-bird]

5 and 28 for the ask game!

From [THIS] ask game

5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?

I learned a bit about Japanese winter coats with my last chapter of Here Before and After Me! Specifically I learned the names for a hanten and a happi coat. It's a small thing, but I still think it's neat

28. What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

oh man this is a good question actually, I have no idea how to answer it bc I've come up with a LOT of angsty ideas. Are we talking fanfiction only or including oc things?

If it's fanfiction things I will hesitantly elect uhhhhhhhhhh. Kid Kakashi losing his teeth for the first time and not knowing what's happening because he's only 6 and his father never explained this to him, so he thinks he's dying. Honestly I've probably thought of and written worse but that's just what comes to mind rn

If it's oc things, I'll say it has to be the very convoluted plot between me @gravesidepickup and @thatglassofwater that involves Albatross, the son of the sea god falling into an enchanted sleep.

An up and coming wannabe god, The Smiling Man, comes along and takes advantage of his sleep to puppet his body around with some sort of mind control spell that he can't defend against due to, yk, being asleep. Gaining himself one of the worlds scariest and strongest attack dogs <3 (and also instantly making himself an enemy of literally every single other major god, who all had some sort of relationship to Albatross)

During Albatross' tenure as The Smiling Man's attack dog, he's made to regularly fight (and kill) the children he once helped grow up as an older brother figure-- both of the kids now grown and working as semi-immortal god killers, who no longer remember Albatross and are hunting him down in their quest to kill the Smiling Man.

Ultimately though, Albatross, still completely unaware of everything happening around him, is made to kill his own best friend, Altair, the son of the star goddess. Who was on his own quest to find his missing boyfriend, Kichi (who, unknown to him, was stuck traveling in-between worlds constantly 5 feet behind him through all of his travels)

Pax, the daughter of the chaos god and also the best friends to Albatross and Altair and final member of their little demigod trio, also arrives just in time to try and beg Albatross to wake up and stop as he moves in to kill Altair.

With Altair having also been the anchor for what was keeping Kichi locked in place between worlds, as he died his boyfriend was finally released from his endless walk-- the two of them finally meeting eyes, Altair finally having found his boyfriend, only to die on his own friends blade

The end !!

I drew a comic for it and cried uncontrollably while drawing it and everything. SO many tissues were used that night. I can't listen to a specific song without getting worked up about them again

Honestly just all of that mess was fucking angst gold. If I'm here anyways then yk what, take some art from that general plotline

+ Childhood

RIP Albatross, bro is gonna have THE worst fucking time when he finally wakes up and is told of all the crimes he's apparently been committing in his sleep.

[anipgarden]

saw your post about the tropical milkweed, and wanted to add that butterfly bush is invasive and bad for our butterflies, despite it's name! it is not a host plant for any of our native species, and attracting them to it does not allow for reproduction. also, it can redirect pollinators from our native plant species, causing ecosystem problems as a whole. i thought this might be useful information for people to know, since the name trips people up and it's still being commonly planted!

Ah yes, this as well!

I do find Butterfly Bush itself a bit frustrating--I know its invasive, but half the time when I'm trying to find an easy-to-reference list of suggested pollinator garden plants, Butterfly Bush is on the list. There's infertile varieties that can't reproduce--but they aren't always labeled as such, and even if you do have a variety that reproduces it's not always in your yard so you're not the one being affected by its spread per-say but it's still affecting the larger local ecosystem.

Though honestly half that problem is with big box stores/nurseries in general. Because sometimes people who want to start a pollinator garden aren't gonna google 'hey what should I put in a pollinator garden?' they just go to their nearest nursery and pick what looks pretty. Or they'll go to said nursery and ask someone working at that nursery what they should plant. And if the person working at that nursery knows a lot about pollinator gardening, that's grand! That's great! But also in either of these situations, if someone goes to a nursery like 'ooh I wanna plant things for butterflies! Oh! Butterfly bush! That's gotta be good for butterflies, right? Let's buy two!' what's gonna stop them? It's not like the nursery employees are gonna go 'uhm madam don't buy this plant that we sell and give us money actually'

And like people'll make the argument that 'oh people should do more research into native plants before they do things!!' or 'oh people should only shop at native plant nurseries how dare they buy from Lowes or Home Depot or Walmart or someplace!' but I cannot emphasize enough how much a lot of people A: don't even know or have heard of the concept of native vs invasive plants let alone would think to google that or B: are just busy and impulsive, and then also C: are not lucky enough to have the greatest native nurseries in the state down the street

Like invisible hand of the market convincing stores to stop selling invasive plants is not how things work that's never how things have worked that's like expecting the invisible hand of the market to convince manufacturers to use less plastic or treat chickens better.

I have gotten off topic. Butterfly bush also bad yes. Maybe I'll make a post that's like 'ooooh here are a big list of plants to avoid putting in your pollinator garden' or something but the funky thing about that is it'd also vary depending on where you are? Like I only know about the states and even then you've got some plants that are native in some parts of the states that you really shouldn't fucking plant like 2 or 3 states over, yknow?

Uhhhhhhhhhh im shutting up now

[cowgirlbreasts]

But if our titties are so big, how are we gonna get our lips together to kiss?

Serious question though, what's your comfort level for asks? Like how flirty you're Ok with, any stuff to avoid, etc.

Answer to Question 1:

There are many ways to kiss when we're both hyper busty. One is to do it via psychic powers. Another is that one goes inside the others' cleavage to get to the face to kiss, but that demands the one doing so be smaller, so that's outta the window. Temporary compression bra, another route. Spiderman upside down kissing would surely help somehow?

Answer to Question 2:

Fuckiiiiiiin uhhhhhhhhhh idk. I was so gung ho and open and flirty and fucky back in the day and I've gotten a lot more ashamed and repressed. Maybe this can blog as a whole can help get me out of my shell more. You can get flirty I guess but with the understanding that I'm not interested in actually seriously ever striking up a relationship with a person via Tumblr. If you talk about a kink that I don't like I'll probably just say I'm not into it, but no harm no foul.

[literatureloverx]

MOTHERRRRRR

Uhm so

Yeah hahahahahaahahahahahahahaha

I haven't told anyone 😭

But uhhhhhhhhhh I feel safer when it's you sooooooo yk

Basically

AAAAAAAAAAAHAJAJSJAA

some guy is trying to two time me. Or seven-time me.

Basically, he's narcissistic. Lowkey. Not loudly narcissistic, but... It's evident.

He randomly messaged me one day, and yk, things went on, he asked me to be his gf, I left him hanging, saying I'll tell him when we see each other, and well??? He barely talks to me irl. But then again, I don't go to him either, BECAUSE THIS ASS IS ANXIOUSSSSS.

Oh, by the way, I hated him from the depths of my heart when I first met him before all this. Just a couple or so weeks ago.

then again, I knew he's playing me from the start, because when I asked him why he wants to date me, he said that he can only feel the reason in his heart. That made it evident that he only fell for my photos on Instagram.

I carried on with it because I've met so many narcissists, and my bucket list features a shiny ✨ learn how to deal with a narcissist ✨. Well, because there are too many sprinkled around me and they can be interesting creatures.

But god, he's FUCKING SMOOTH. Like holy. A little TOO good at flirting. He's also flirting with my friends, though, I found out just today... Not like I didn't expect that, but then again... It wouldn't suck that much if he was playing just me, yk? Like THIS DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. but him playing MULTIPLE girls just feels so insulting.

He likes old Bollywood films and pretends to be a hopeless romantic, and it's so soft and nothing like how I imagined love to be, but god it could be an interesting twist.

BUT HES SAYING THE SAME FUCKING SHIT TO SEVERAL OTHER GIRLS???

I mean, i meant to play with him too, but he pretends to be so soft and flirtatious that my heart can sometimes not take it.

Like, I'm not falling for him, but the idea of falling for someone like that is so AAAAAAAAAAAA

I hate my life.

First of all, my dear, I have read all three of your asks, and this is meant as a response to them together. I am very honoured that you feel safe enough to explain all of this to me.♥️

*pats your head*

Truly. That means something. And what I find both amusing and a little sweet is that, despite never having had a relationship myself, my friends always come to me for advice, and now even my children do.♥️

I am very sorry that you have come across such a person. Loyalty, it seems, does not come easily to everyone. From what you have told me, he sounds superficial, and frankly, a liar. His so-called affections are clearly scattered elsewhere, which should already tell you enough. Someone who is not exclusive now is not likely to become so later. You deserve better than that.

Also, if I understood correctly, he asked you to be his girlfriend through a message? Red flag, my dear. Although, I am not entirely sure I could offer you a green flag either. Testing him while pretending not to care? Wanting to “play” with him? Not good. Not good at all. That sort of thing might feel like self-protection, but it is not something I would recommend, especially not for someone like you.

You said you hated him from the moment you first saw him. That is what I find most puzzling. Why speak to him at all, then? Personally, if I instinctively dislike someone, I simply do not engage. There is nothing wrong with trusting your gut. In fact, you should.

As for calling him a narcissist, that is interesting. I am not sure whether you meant it in the pop-psychology sense or in the more clinical one. Either way, I do not quite understand why you chose to involve yourself with him, especially if you already sensed something was off. I understand your curiosity. You wanted to learn how to deal with narcissists, and yes, they can be fascinating. But I would not encourage that approach. People are complicated. You never truly know what someone has been through to become the way they are. And when you begin treating someone as a kind of learning opportunity, even if they are unkind, it can become something quite dehumanising. I know that was not your intention, but it is something to be mindful of, especially in the future.

He may be a jerk, but he is still human.

From what you have said, I do not think you are actually attracted to him. It is likely the idea of him, the softness he performs, the romantic ideal he pretends to embody, that is alluring. And that is very human. I think many people fall for the performance before they fall for the person. But only you can truly know what you feel.

I understand that it is hard to trust people, because there are simply so many harmful ones. Still, I believe you can find your people if you allow yourself to be sincere and true as well.

Knowing you from our past interactions, I sincerely believe that you are a good person. And for someone like you to want to “play” with someone’s feelings, no matter how questionable that person may be, simply does not suit you. I would hate for you to look back one day and feel uneasy with yourself, knowing that your actions did not reflect who you truly are or who you want to be.

Please try to be responsible with both your own feelings and those of others. Be kind, even when it is hard. Especially then.

I did not mean to scold you, though I suppose I may have done just that. But I think it is important that I speak to you honestly, because otherwise, I would not be doing you any good at all.♥️

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Love how all these people went from:

"Yeah I hate the Republican Tax plan they just wanna make their rich buddies more rich"

To

"Oh this plan proposed by Bernie is actually really good"

To

"Oh wait this is the Republican platform? Uhhhhhhhhhh, ok so maybe there are a few things I probably DIDN'T like about it I'll have to think on it more."

You can't make this stuff up. They will actively tell you they think something's good if they think their side proposed it, but will immediately do a 180 after almost fellatiating the thing, when they find out "the other side" proposed it. This is what having no morals like like. The living embodiment of, "Yes sir master. Yes, please slap me again after you tell me what is ok and what isn't".

[tellywoodtrash]

my golden blood ep 1 lb

crashed car, dead dude, neck bleeeeding.... soliddddd start, lol

lady running with a baby

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN, she's approached by a figure in black who chomped her neck and left her for dead

rip sis, we hardly knew ye

baby lying in the field crying

is picked up by figure in black

hero uth gaya gasping panting from this dream

meet tong

he is 6 feet tall and the actor usually plays a top in everything else

but here he will be our baby girl 🎀

hes in some kinda orphanage or foster home, lots of small boys around

goes and wakes up only other grown looking dude saying tongklaaaaa, aaj tumhari baari hai (to do what?????)

ayoooooooooooooo it's our boy neoooooo aka one of my favt gmmtv goblins

lmao tongkla just put on some dhinchak dhinchak music which made all the chutkus dance around (one of them immediately started doing the floss lmao, ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL) and he himself just fell back into bed asleep

big boy baby girl is like tongkla you're the oldest one here, and i just have to ask........ how? gawin def looks muchhhhh older like, are you kidding? neo can still play high school roles. you look like you've got 8-10 years of work exp and should be in middle management by now

anyway he sets all the chote bachche onto tongkla saying jo isko uthayega usko aaj 2 ande milenge breakfast mein

bachche toot pade and tongkla wakes up in panic says oh shitttttt i left the gas on last night

tong runs to kitchen, checks all the gas and stoves but pffffft, prank tha

birthday surpriseeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! cake and song and everyone does lot of laad pyaar on tong

ek aunty bhi hai jo ghar ki in-charge hai

oh, last bday here as tong and tongkla are going to sheher to study in college..... once again i ask how the fuck am i supposed to imagine gawin as a goddamn FRESHER, the dude looks to be in his late twenties (which he is)

tong goes to cut the cake and aunty is like NEECHE RAKHOOOOOO, you might cut yourselfffffffff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well damn aunty, he's like 19 now, surely he should be able to use a knife without killing himself????

lots of warnings on how he's never supp to bleed; he's hemophiliac i suppose

aunty is v worried ki yeh kaise sambhalega sheher mein, and tongkla is like don't worry i'll take care of him always

tong feels a presence outside house, goes to check

finds a guitar with a note wishing him (it's not a thai bl unless someone brings out a guitar)

takes guitar in and thanks aunt for expensive gift

she says uhhhhhhhhhh i didn't?!?!?!?

she thinks and sees the note and she's like 👀👀👀

meanwhile tongkla is teasing ki badi partial ho aap

aunty is like nooooooo, someone donated it, so i gave it to tong

some more stricttttttttt NO BLEEDING!!!!!!!! instructions

arre samajh gaye na aunty, he will keep all of his blood inside his body

tong:

bade sheherrrrrrrr mein tong and tongkla move into a dorm, set up room, do laundry

tong wants to explore city but tongkla is like no can do, kaam hai (he's doing lots of lil side gigs and hustles)

tong reminds him ki aunty ne bola tha ki sirf padhai pe dhyaan do

tongkla is like those rules are for youuuuu not me

bohut hi zyaada baby girl

tongkla has two overlapping jobs he cribs about and tong offers to take on that second job, but tongkla sakht mana karta hai and goes off, telling him tum kapde sukhao

tong chhath pe kapde sukhaoing

god so many sharp rusty poles around him.... hemophilia toh hai hi, tetanus alag se hoga. either way maut toh nishchitttt hai.

he finds the business card of the second job in tongkla's pocket

has a memory of his childhood where he's never allowed to play or roughhouse with other kids coz aunty was always paranoid about him hurting himself

once left unsupervised, he climbed onto top of the monkey bars

flashback is interspersed with present where a whole rack of clothes is about to fall on him

and in fb he's toppling off the monkey bars

but the rack of clothes falls in opp direction and he sees a shadow moving away

goes to see and there's nothing

but a presence is watching him from afar DUNN DUNNN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

tong goes to the job tongkla couldn't make it to

it's some event and he has to be waitstaff

some stem cell skin serum ki launch

there's 2 variants - red and golden. coincidence? i think not

gold waala iske special blood se banega dekhna

he goes to take pics of the fancy setup

and boss comes and snatches phone and says you new here? photo video not allowed

naam puchta hai and this one says tongkla

and boss is like oh you're the infamous one; iss baar events mein raita mat phailana like getting drunk and asking girls for their numbers

face of an overly protected boy who realises ki tongkla ke chori-chhipe bade mazze chal rahein hain

event starts, someone hunky walks in with a supermodel on his arm

its mondddddd, another one of my favt gmmtv goblins!!!!!!!

y'know i wasn't planning to watch this show.... and then i saw a gifset of this mf

and i was like WELP I GUESS IM WATCHING IT NOW

anyway i guess he heads the skincare company

reporters are like we heard you sold 10 million units in one day and he's like no i sold out 10 million units in 4 hours

i like this cocky bastarddddddddd

they ask him if he's making it official with the supermodel who's with him

coy smiles and shy yes and that she's gonna be the face of the product

one reporter got pushed and fell against his watch, which got scratched

he looks pisssssssssssed but passive aggressively smiles and says its ok

he looks at his body guard and gestures at the reporter

sab event mein busy busy toh reporter gets kidnapped and "taken care of"...... welp she just got turned into the next batch of the red bottle serum, didn't she????????

he's informed by the guard and he smiles evilly and says noone's gonna miss one lousy reporter anyway

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I LOVE WHEN THIS MF PLAYS A MESSYASS VILLAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! KHOOB MAZZA AAYEGA

big boy baby girl is serving when another waiter is like yeh mera area hai tum jaake pool area sambhalo

pool area mein he's awestruck at all the shaan o shaukat of the city's skyline and elite and all

hears splashing behind him and turns to see THE MOST MAGNIFICENT DISPLAY OF MASCULINITY in the pool....

btw the director of this show is an erotic photographer and..................... you can tell

those swimming briefs are either padded af or....... tong is in BIG trouble

anyway tong is having his gay awakening 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈‼️‼️‼️‼️

he literally has to turn and walk awayyyy as he tries to regulate his dhak dhak-ing heart and breathing

LMAO AN AUDIBLE GULPPPPPPPP OF THIRST, in super close up

understandable, tong...... but you're at work. get your shit together man

ok so he does and goes and serves him his drink

dude turns around and is alarmed to see him

starts walking towards him with intent, as tong backs away in panic and ofc stumbles

dude catches him AND tray in super speed

violinssssssss baj raheeeeeee in tong's headddddd, main hoon na waale

dude tells him to be careful, asks him to get him a bloody mary, bring it to his room, gives keycard

tong just looks down at the card for a second and by the time he looks up, dude's disappeared

goes to the bar and asks for a "buddy something" lol

boss corrects him and tong's like idk who he is or what room he's in

mark amarittakul, that's our guy's name

tong realizes he shares surname with mr evil smile who's hosting the event

they're cousins apparently

WELCOME BACK KINNPORSCHE (2022)

boss warns him ki just deliver the drink, no funny business

tong is like hein?

boss raises eyebrow

tong is like hawwwwwwwwwww nahi main aisa ladka nahi hoon, mummy promise

boss is like you're hot, you have what it takes..... BUT DON'T

tong goes to deliver to room

no answer

so uses the keycard and lets himself in

puts drink on table and turns

GRATUITOUS CHADDI SHOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

some more gay panic for tong

mark's talking but tong can't hear over the 🚨🚨🚨 OH NO HOT OH NO HOT OH NO HOT 🚨🚨🚨 ringing in his head

mark's kinda sternly asking tum yahan kaise aaye

tong like you told bring drink to room????

mark like abbe woh nahi, why are you HERE, working at this event

tong like i'm a part-timer

mark gave him a motiiiiiiiiiii gaddi of cash and says never do a job like this again

tong is alarmed and he's like heyyyyyy im just a waiter AISA WAISA KUCH NAHI. idk man, i'd say okie dokie handsome, whatever you sayyyyyyyyy and pocket it. mehengai dekhi hai????

mark is like pft i know that...... but you shouldn't be HERE, esp at THIS event

tong like did i offend you in some way

mark is agitated and is like YOU SHOULDN'T BEEEEE HEREEEEE TONGGGG IT'S TOO DANGEROUS

oh shit, naam kaise jaanta hai

he tries lying ki noooo im tongkla

tries to make escape

ofc glass gira aur toota

ofc uthaaya toh cut hua

khoon ka EK KATRA

and neeche ke event mein agarbatti ki tarah khushboo phailiiii

aur saare event attendees IMMEDIATELY ALERT

esp mr evil smile

supermodel is like huh, what's up with everyone

evil smile is rushing off and she's like ??????

his name's nakan btw

his eyes turn golden and he's like babe for once in your life could you mind your own business,

vamp ho ya insaan, same issues with the ball and chain huh, ohhhhhh these nosy pesky women

she's in a trance and agrees

he announces that he's gonna go ON HIS OWN, no one follow him

poora ka poora event riled up by the smell

manwhile mark:

bwahahahahaha kitna tuchcha ganda cgi hai

he bade erotically sucks the blood away

and um........

he stumbled back onto the bed, and there's golden lightning all over his torso

but aap log hi yeh pics dekh ke batao ki kya hi horha hoga usko...........

yeah........... YEAH.

tong:

ghade ka brain finally comes online and he tries to run out

but ofc vampire hottie is too fast

pakad liya and pushes him against wall

some longing and yearning and sniffingggggggggg

he's somehow holding himself back and just nips at tong's ear (with non vamp teeth, so no drawing blood)

tong pushes him away but to no avail, mark is way stronger

but mark stops himself seeing a necklace tong wears, with a rose pendant and backs away

eyes and teeth back to normal

nakan reaches outside the room, inhaling the agarbatti dhuaan of tong's special blood

they hear his footsteps outside and tong starts screaming for help

mark shuts tong up and blindfolds him

woh patti moonh mein hi ghusa dete???? you wouldn't have to hold his mouth like this then

he holds him, moves quickly and

oh noooooooo hahahahahaha kya hi gande sfx hain lol it's giving nazar and ib ka tiger hahahahaha i love ittttttt i missed this kinda absolute garbage

they land straight in mark's car hahahahahaha

tong is freaking out and like mujhe hospital le jao main hemophiliac hoon

mark is calm and like seat belt daalo

tong yelling more ki main bimaar hoon main marr jaonga

and mark yells back ki TUM BIMAAR NAHI HO TONG

tong's like I AMMMMM, BACHPAN SE, TF DO YOU KNOW?!?!?!? AND HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME

bulb abhi jala hai ghade ka

mark: what you are is much worse than that

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT KINDA WAY IS THAT TO TELL HIM, JUST CALL HIM A SLUR ATP LOOOOOL

lol anyway he takes tong's hand, kisses the wound and it heals completely

tong is like ??!?!?!?!?!??!

mark is just like SEAT BELT PEHNO BC

nakun stands in hotel room, contemplating the broken window

surely he knows............

tong is giving mark silent treatment in the car lmao

mark drives them to some shady ass night market

tong's like im not in going there?!!?!?

mark says you wanna know the truth or not?????? follow me

they pass through creeeeeepy market and pehle mauke pe tong runs away into a random galli

and mark is just like *deeeep sigh* lmao

tong takraos into a kid

he apologizes to him (kid is turned around)

when someone appears and yells at the kid ki i'm sick of y'all menaces, i told you don't go through the trash

kid just launched himself at that dude and chomps on his neck

tong:

lmao what a no good horrible terrible very bad day tong is having

tong realizes he has another bleeding cut on his elbow

kid turns around and is menacingly approaching him

tong runs as kid chases

mark appears and catches kid and shows him his big bad vamp form and warns him to stay away

oh NOWWWWWWWWW tong is like wtf creature is that?!?!?1 bro you've been staring at the concept of vampires straight in the face for about half an hour now......... like MULTIPLE examples. abhi tak toh bade hi calm the tum

mark is like enough bakbak

some more very ganda vfx as he catches tong and speed-moves through market

lmao its so badly done, i love it so much

anyway pohunch gaye outside a house

mark pulling him in and tong's like NOPEEEEEEE

ek aunty comes out and is like kahann the mark baba itni deri kar di

and mark's like all fondly exasperated ki i had to "take care" of something

aunty looks at tong and is like come innnn

tong is still all hakka bakka at wtf is going on

she's like aww le shock mein hoga, come in, ill give you snacks, koi darrne ki baat nahi

mark snorts and is like you're being even more sus if you try to lure him in with snacks

she's like pft, i don't like doing zor zabardasti unlike a certain someone and mark's like sheepish as he says zaroori tha

to tong he's like tumhari marzi, at this point, they're probably everywhere out there

lmaooooooooooooooooo he's truly so baby girl

jaise taise they get him into the house

ghar be looking like those fancy flower shops that are also boutiques..... you know those super super mehenge waale

mark touches a display of a butterfly thing and it comes alive and flaps around

tong looking around confused

asking who tf are you wtf is happening how do you all know my name

mark is like dimaag lagao, what do you think i am

tong is confused and like "mark amaritakkul?????"

mark: the question you should be asking isn't who i am, but WHAT i am

butterfly got stuck in a spider's jaal

he goes to it and frees it, breathes on it, and it comes back to life???? yeh kaisa naya power hai vampire wale

he's like i am immortal and have super strength and diff abilities, you can never run from me, "think carefully, you already know what the answer is"

tong like are you gonna drink my blood

mark is like you have special golden blood, most rare and powerful

to keep you safe, you've been taught the lie tht you have hemophilia

it was to keep something like tonight from happening

tong is like meri ab tak ki zindagi jhoooooot haiiiiii

beech beech mein such bad acting btw lmao

if you drink my blood do i turn into a vampire like you

mark snorts and chuckles and is like nope. your blood is such ki we cannot stop drinking it. so what you'll be is DEAD

tong: why meeeeeeeeeee

mark is now sehlaoing his neck and breathing all close in his ear and says you saw what one drop of your blood did to me right

yes my man, that was A LOT for him to take in on your very first meeting, that his blood makes you.....

anyway mark's like i wont do that. i will protect you. like i have been doing all along.

tong flashes back to the time he fell from the monkey bars as a kid

it was (fully grown) mark had caught him..... yikes.... renesmee waala situation chal rha hai yahan.... but who gives a fuck, poora ka poora show hi trashy af hain, ab ISSPE aitraaz uthaaoon main???

it's mark's rose waala necklace that tong's been wearing all these years

the clothes rack too, it was gonna fall on tong, but mark caught and flung it in the opposite direction

he's the presence that's been watching him all along

mark takes tong's arm, kisses his elbow, heals the cut there

longingggggggggggggg and heart eyessssss

mark: it's my duty to take care of you. and i'll never let any harm come to you.

heart eyes all around, THE ENDDDDDDDDDD

kekekeke achcha zero stakes waala sasta nasha mila hai, khooooob mazza aayega hahahahaha