#inlooking

[kingofthecotas]

inlooking | ao3

outsider pov aka pecco learns to call ahead | 1.6k

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“Vale?” Pecco calls as he opens the front door and steps into the house.

It’s more a courtesy than anything; Valentino had said they were always welcome, whether that was the ranch, his motorhome, or his private residence in Tavullia. They have the code for the gate and keys to the front door, but they don’t often abuse the privilege. Even now, all Pecco wants is the hoodie he thinks he left here last time Valentino invited them for drinks.

Hearing movement in the kitchen, he steps down the hallway. “Vale, I just—”

Horrified eyes meet his. Pecco freezes.

“Oh,” Marc Márquez says, then, “Hi,” like he isn’t the last person Pecco expected to see here, like he isn’t holding Valentino’s mug, like he isn’t wearing a VR46 shirt over the kind of tracksuit bottoms you would only pull on if you planned on staying in the house all day.

“Hi,” Pecco manages, punched out of him. His teammate—Marc—in Valentino’s kitchen, drinking his coffee—

“Ah, Pecco.” He almost jumps when Valentino squeezes his shoulders on his way past. “A nice surprise.”

Across the kitchen island, Marc’s dumbstruck gaze hardens into such cold fury that Pecco flinches, turns to Valentino for help.

“I left a jumper here,” he manages, hoping Valentino can sense what the fuck and get me the fuck out of here. “The—the last time.”

“Ah, yes, there are a few—”

Marc places his mug down; careful, but the china rings loud against the marble. His hands are shaking, Pecco notes, and he wonders briefly, wildly, if he’s stumbled into a hostage situation. But this is—Marc, angry, withdraws so that people don’t see, don’t pull it out of him like entrails; Pecco has been with him in enough meetings, enough stewards’ rooms, to recognise that.

“Marc—” Valentino says, honing in on him, all of a sudden the only one in the room, and Marc is slipping around the side of the kitchen, out of the door down the hall. “Marc, wait.” He shoots Pecco an apologetic glance and follows.

“Did you—?” Marc fires, hot and furious, then something else Pecco can’t make out.

A hiss, sucked through teeth. “You always think there is something—”

“Can you fucking blame me?” And the front door slams. An engine starts.

When Valentino comes back into the kitchen, he looks harried. He looks sad.

“I…” Pecco starts, suddenly drowning in the sense that he’s transgressed, somehow. Crossed an invisible line. “I’m really sorry.”

Valentino waves a hand. “No. No, not your fault. Just—we spoke about something, last night, and—bad timing.” He sighs. “Coffee?”

“Yes. Please.”

Valentino carefully pushes Marc’s abandoned mug to the side, saying, “Sometimes he comes back for it, drinks it cold.” Pecco can only stare, horrified. Fascinated. Habits built over more than one morning spent together. He opens his mouth to ask, but Valentino starts grinding the beans, so he just slides onto one of the stools and waits instead. Holds himself still. Tries not to intrude any further.

It’s been a long time since Pecco has been able to see Valentino as anything other than human—larger than life, yes, commanding, always with a smile or a knowing word, but worldly, corporeal. Valentino had seemed to him, when he was a teenager, before he was a mentor and a manager and a friend, to be an unattainable god. This Vale, methodically battling a coffee machine that wouldn’t look out of place inside NASA, seems for the first time like he isn’t only indulging the whims of gravity, but truly feeling the weight of it.

Pecco can’t decide if that’s good. It might be.

He accepts his usual mug, wraps his fingers around it, lets the heat sink into his palms until it’s almost unbearable. This is not quick conversations as their paths cross in the garage, not something polite and cordial in front of television cameras: it’s infinitely better and earth-shatteringly worse.

“So,” he begins, and Christ, the look Valentino shoots him is genuinely apprehensive. “Did—has he gone?”

“Ah…” Valentino shrugs, one-shouldered. “Usually he goes to ride.”

“Usually,” Pecco repeats. Present tense. Ongoing.

“We are trying—it is not good, if we talk while we are angry. So we try to calm down first.”

“Right.” Pecco doesn’t know, can’t comprehend how much hurting and trying it took them to get here. The fact they’re trying at all is fucking seismic. “And he is angry because I am here?”

A sigh. “I—last night I said it would be good—the next time we are all at the ranch, it would be nice for him to be there. So you are used to having him around. And he said he is not ready yet, but then you have arrived today. You can see…”

“Yeah. Shit. Sorry.”

“Not your fault.” Another sigh, diaphragm-deep, and Valentino looks—old. Tired. Eyes tight, mouth pulled taut. “It is actually—very easy to say I love you. The trust—that is the most difficult. I cannot blame him.”

Pecco glances down, taking a sip of his coffee so he doesn’t have to answer that. He doesn’t want to know this, doesn’t feel like he should.

“Sorry,” Valentino adds. “You probably have plans today, yes?”

“Ah, no. Free day.” A day of errands, really, and his hoodie was just one in a long list, but he doesn’t want to leave Valentino teetering by himself, doesn’t want to leave if Marc is tearing around the track alone—if he hasn’t just left. “The trust—it will come. You are both trying.”

“You do not have to stay.”

“I am not finished my coffee,” Pecco says, only half a joke.

“Okay, okay, I am not saying you have to go.” That, at least, makes Valentino crack a smile. “I have—some things. I can be busy. The team have given me homework before Fuji, can you believe this?”

“Homework?”

“So many onboard laps to watch. Just—do not feel you have to keep me company. He will come back.” It’s said with such certainty. Faith.

“I will finish my coffee,” Pecco repeats, “and I still have to find my hoodie.” And then, maybe, Marc will be back.

Valentino certainly seems to think so.

——

Pecco spends the morning in the corner of Valentino’s right-angled sofa, half-watching the GT onboards on the television.

“This is last year?” he asks, when he catches Valentino staring at the wall rather than the screen.

“Ah, yes, yes. This is—not me. I have to watch my stints, and compare.” Valentino raises his eyebrows with a grin. “Homework.”

Pecco snorts. The Ferrari hypercar darts into view on screen. “These things are fast, no? How was it when you tested the BMW?”

“You cannot imagine. It is like a spaceship, Pecco.” Another smile. “Nothing like a bike.”

Down the hall, the lock turns in the front door. Valentino hears it, because he stops for half a beat, freezes, as if for all his confidence, he had thought what if?

Footsteps, then Marc appears in the door, crosses the room in two steps, leans down to Valentino’s level, presses his hand against Valentino’s cheek. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “sorry.”

Even across the room, Pecco can see the way Valentino sags, weary, relieved, and twists his head to kiss the inside of Marc’s wrist. “Your hands are cold. Go and have a shower. I’ll heat up some food.”

The tense line of Marc’s shoulders releases, just a little.

“Your coffee is beside the sink,” Valentino says, soft. “No rush, yes?”

“Okay,” Marc says, and he doesn’t move, still folded over Valentino in the chair.

Marc apologises often, even when he’s in the wrong. It’s an easy word, an easy offering. Whatever this is—it’s effort. It’s trying.

“Pecco, you are staying for lunch?” Vale asks, easy as anything. “I know all you boys want from me is food—”

Pecco begins to protest, and that cracks the ice up Marc’s spine, lets him unfurl and pull away. Absolution sought and found, he disappears again, but this time his steps tread Valentino’s familiar stairs, up two flights to the main bedroom, dancing over the creaky floorboard outside the guest bathroom.

“We have some prepared meals in the fridge, if that is okay,” Valentino says, and Pecco jolts back to himself.

“Ah—yes. Fine. I mean, I can—”

“He will be upset if he thinks he scared you off.” A smirk, and it’s like Vale is back, like he came through the front door with Marc. “You will make Tardozzi so happy, Pecco.”

With a groan, Pecco accepts defeat, because he’s hungry, because it would make Davide smile, because he doesn’t want Marc to think he chased him off. Because Valentino cares that Marc might be upset. “Fine. Thank you.”

He stays on the sofa—Vale flaps his hands when Pecco offers to help—and scrolls absently through his phone, messages his sister to say he will be on time for dinner, just with Valentino for lunch. He doesn’t mention Marc.

“Here.” Marc has appeared again, wet hair flat against his head, one unruly curl threatening to break free. He’s holding Pecco’s hoodie. “This one is yours, no?”

“Yes,” Pecco says, then, “Thanks.” He almost adds a sorry, but decides against it when Marc throws the hoodie at his head. “Fuck you.”

All that gets him is a cackling laugh, and when he emerges from his own jumper, Marc has gone again. Pecco takes a long breath through his nose.

He is going to get off the sofa, and he is going to go into the kitchen, and Marc will be there, and so will Valentino, and—

They will be trying. And that’s good, Pecco thinks. It will be a good thing.

Marc laughs from the kitchen. Pecco puts his phone in his pocket and gets to his feet.

[tawneybee]

(Trial&Error AU)

Elizabeth Rachelle Afton was an extraordinary girl. She was beautiful, clever, and quite social. She was a people's person, and excellent at understanding how others think.

She was also very prone to violence and aggression.

She was a girl's girl, the one who'd protect her female classmates from assholes and beat them black and blue if needed (God knows those martial arts lessons from elementary paid off). Unfortunately the aggression got to her head. She was easy to get riled up and would commonly need an outlet. She did more martial arts, she took up knife throwing, and she'd scavenge and heavylift in junkyards when her brother needed materials for his robots. God knows it wasn't enough, and she'd use people being jerks as an excuse to let her feelings out on. The adrenaline rush was fueling.

The most concerning thing about Elizabeth isn't the violence though. No, it's her lack of care. Not an ounce of empathy behind those harsh green eyes when she'd stand over her victim.

I don't think her brothers cared much either. Neither of them were even remotely as violent as her, so their nonchalance when she'd come home covered in blood that wasn't her own came as a shock. It wasn't out of fear of her, though. No, she would never dare hurt her brothers. They're the only people who accommodate to her, and understand her need for an outlet. Michael is her twin, he could take her if the situation came to it. But he was never violent, he always knew how to calm her down and ease her rage. And Nicky was just 3, she could never stoop that low just because she felt violent.

They could never fully understand her, but they would at least try to. And that said something to her.

God have mercy on anyone who would try to hurt either of them, though. She would kill for her brothers.

I'm looking at you William

[prettyboykatsuki]

maybe its time to become goth forreal cause bro

[your-fave-is-being-blended]

Can you put Nobunaga in a blender

Nobunaga is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

[littl-vs]

my dude

no?? /lh

[thegeminisage]

someone was filming our table to try and get more people here and they didn't let me know theyvwere filming or anything so they were like GOOD MORNING and i was like good morning? and anyway i think filming people without asking first should be illegal. unless theyre cops

[m-ete0ra]

Need everyone to keep the Long Island AU alive MKAY

— love island Bakugou: snog, marry, pie

New season of Love Island is back so more love island!Bakugou.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, suggestive, flirting++++.

Word Count: 1.1k.

Thinking about playing the snog, marry, pie challenge with Love Island Bakugou.

You find out about it while you’re lounging on the daybeds together, your cheek smushed against his pectoral despite the hot weather as you both practically stick to each other from the light sheen of sweat coating both your bodies yet neither of you really care.

His arm tightens around your waist when you sit up to lower your sunglasses to try and make out what Kirishima’s shouting about when he got the text, more bothered with your loss of contact over whatever the new challenge is.

“You better not get jealous of me kissing other boys,” You tease and he grunts from his position, his eyes still closed behind black sunglasses as he tries again to coax you back down beside him.

“Better not be no other boys kissing you.” His tone betrays his blase attitude as calloused fingers dip into the plush of your hip, “Oi — where ya going?”

You catch his attention as you shift to get off the daybed, the other girls running into the main part of the villa to prepare for the task.

“I’ve got to get ready, Katsuki,” You grin, leaning back down to place a lingering kiss against his lips which he happily reciprocates. Bringing his large palm up to your cheek to try and deepen the kiss as you pull away with a coy smile, “Gotta make sure my lips are glossy from all the kissing I’ll be doing.”

“You’re a damn tease, woman.” He groans huskily as he shifts his hand to scratch at his exposed abdomen, fingers carding through the neat hairs of his happy trail as his swimshorts sit low on his hips, “Better not be gettin’ jealous either.”

“I won’t, it’s a game.” You laugh light and airy as he lets you up from the bed with a lingering squeeze to your hip, dangerously close to your ass as you rush off to prepare. His crimson eyes watch from under the rim of his glasses as you go, your plush body wiggling in your bikini.

“Fuck.” He groans beneath his breath as he stays in position, closing his eyes to try and stop the throb of his cock beneath his shorts.

It’s barely thirty minutes later and you’re positioned in line for the game, the girls all in their cute bikini’s with freshly glossed lips as you give Bakugou a grin where he’s standing with the boys. The apprehension on his face is clear from the was his jaw is locked in place, shooting a violent glare over at his rival Shindou who practically swaggers his way over to the lineup.

And you already know what’s coming when he steps towards you, cupping your cheeks in both palms as he brings you into a sultry kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. You don’t try to kiss him back, but it’s difficult with the way he cradles your jaw, tilting your head to the side to deepen it as he reluctantly pulls away with a grin. You can feel the girl he’s coupled up with glaring daggers at you, even though it isn’t your fault as you wipe your lips with the side of your thumb in a feeble attempt to fix your gloss.

“I wanted to kiss this girl because since I’ve come into the villa, she’s kept me on my toes.”

Shooting an apologetic look towards Bakugou as Shindou moves to announce he’s marrying the girl he’s coupled up with because “she’s beautiful, she’s perfect.” despite laying it on thick with you.

It’s another four boys before it’s finally Bakugou’s turn, and you’re just grateful you’ve managed to escape being pied. Bakugou stalks towards you like a ravenous wolf ready to devour a cornered sheep, not bothering with any niceties as his crimson eyes stare directly at you.

The girls start to squeal when he says love as though it’s the most romantic thing in the world as he zones in on you, taking two long strides before he’s standing in front of you and bringing you into a sensual kiss. You lean forward to reciprocate, feeling him cup the back of your head to deepen the kiss as your tongue tangles with his.

Bakugou knows it’s a challenge, but part of him doesn’t care as he definitely spends a little longer than necessary kissing you. Reluctantly pulling away as he swipes his thumb over your lips to help you fix your lipgloss as he cleans the glitter from your chin with a soft grin.

“I want to snog this girl because there’s no one else in this villa that I’d rather kiss, and I don’t need a ring to prove how much I love her.”

His words leave butterflies blooming in your chest as he moves to step towards the next girl. It surprisingly doesn’t make you as jealous as you thought it would when you see him shift down to one knee a few girls down from you, settling himself in front of Kirishima’s girl as he holds the ring out to place it onto her finger.

“I wanna marry this girl because she’s looking after my best friend in here and she’s making him real happy.”

His response is met by a coo of ‘aww’ from all the girls as he gives you a final lingering glance as he walks back to the guys who are all cheering for him. Clasping Kirishima’s hand in his own as he gives his best friend a guy hug and the game continues, watching as Kirishima follows behind after and opts to kiss the girl he’s coupled up with.

It’s impossible not to smile when Kirishima drops to his knee in front of you, taking your hand in his as he slides the ring onto your finger.

“I’ve decided to marry this girl because I love the way you treat my best friend in here, and you’d make the perfect wifey.” He gives you a wink as he slides the ring onto your finger, standing up to give you a massive bear hug before you turn to wave your hand across to his girl to show off your matching rings.

“Bakugou, we swapped.” Kirishima laughs as he runs back to the guys, bringing his best friend into a hug before swinging his arm over his shoulders.

You knew Bakugou wouldn’t kiss anyone else before you’d even played the game— it’s why you’d been so confident going in that you didn’t have to worry about anything. You trusted him more than anyone, but part of you wondered why he didn’t marry you instead.

Asking him after the challenge while you sat on a table by the kitchen, watching him carefully chop pieces of fruit as he offered them out to you. Feeling your lips press against his fingers as you took them from him, your tongue subtly peeking out to swipe at the juice on his skin as he gave you a grin.

“Katsuki, why didn’t you marry me?” You hum, as he drops the knife in favour of moving to settle between your legs. Pressing his fingers into the plush of your inner thighs, his thumbs dangerously close to the crotch of your bikini as you reach out to sling your arms over his shoulders.

“I’m gonna marry you for real one day, what’s the point of wasting an opportunity to kiss ya?”

[lagaans]

ah 🙁🫶🏼 cengiz mutta and adam from balloon boys are still friends thats so sweet ....

[vanians]

donyou guys get it how hard i could be slaying right now if i didnt have tits. like do you understand.

[kingofthecotas]

actually OBSESSED with the line “it’s like Vale is back, like he came through the front door with Marc” quite possibly one of the best crafted line i’ve ever read. what the fuck. i’m going to think abt it forever.

thank you!! that feeling when your person walks through the door and you feel a weight lift. back to yourself

[christaline]

Sincerely hope i dont come off as creepy when i message ppl on lacemarket abt shit I genuinely am so new to buying stuff i am just. Confused.

[daily-metalsonic-and-others]

Ah shit we got another one! Metal sonic is now burrowed in your head rent free and won’t leave!!

For just a second I'd like to give you an inlook into my phone gallery from today alone

I look at him and my brain releases serotonin he's not merely living rent free in my brain he's taking control of all my waking thoughts

[midnight-coll]

My name is ebony dark'ness lucifer raven way. Like gerard way, but we're not related or anything. Im glad we aren't, because he's sooo hot. I have long ebony black hair, like my name, with red streaks and I'm wearing knee high boots with a black mini skirt and sexy fishnet tights with a cut black top with cut off sleeves and my hair is in my eyes because im emo. That prep chuck or whatevr is staring at me. I put my middle finger up at him.

Im walking through a random foggy street somewhere in the midwest. There r murders here and its sooo Gothic, im a vampire but my teeth ate straight and white and nobody would ever know but ima actually a good vampire because the ones who suck SUCK. Its like if edward cullen didn't suck. Anyway i look over at the gotjic murders sadly and watch as the the sexy fbi agents ask the mother of the murder about... Vampires. When they turn around, they look at me and oh my god that's not an fib agent its DEAN WINCHESTER?

Dean walks over sadly and introduces himself as bill ward with his partner, geezer butler. I laugh sadly and tell him "too bad i know who you really are... Dean and Sam winchester" they look at me.in shock. "Im a friend of the sexy bobby singer too i know you" they both gasp mournfully. "Well if you know Bobby why don't we.meet up later and uh go out later." I smile and accept. Omg im going out with dean winchester!!¡!

Gothically time skips

When i go to my gothically shutty hotel i call bonby "oh my god dean is taking me out later" and bonby replied "i cant believe you didn't tell me you liked him earlier" "i didn't want to tell yoi bwcause you wouldnt believe me" bonby hung up the phone bc he had ither things to do.

Getting dressed i put on thigh high platform boots, a short black jean skirt, and a hoodie crop top with zipper in the middle and skull.hands on the front and the sleeves ripped down to my hands. I put on a chocker and black cross star earrings (a.n. if u dont know what.that is too bad, leave my story alone prepz xoxo) i put on black lipstick and black.eyeliner and pulled my bangs down to my eyes and shown the red streaks in my long raven hair.

Dean drives up in his shiny black 67 impala and when i get in i am happily shocked. Instead of the normal interior, he had painted the my chemical romance black parade album cover on the dash!! Maybe he is gothic after all, because when inlooked over to him he was wearing ripoed jeans, black nail polish, a chain necklace with black eyeliner on his green eyes and black boots. "Im surprised there is no Sam" i say gothicaly happy for it to be just him. He said and gloomily replied "Sam is busy being a nerd preo" i look at him confused. "Wym he is a nerd prep?? That's nor sam that's his weird gothelganger (a.n. get it?? Like doppelganger but goth?) Jared padeleski" "oh yeah, Sam is reading about werewolves and demons i forgot" i look concerned. "How could u forger about ur own brother??" He gothically says "i did a lot of cool weed before i picked you up, i brought some for you too" he stops and looks shyly under his combed forward banhs "if you would take some from me" i nod happily and.off we go.

"I hope you like good charlotte because that's.who we are seeing" i am so.happy, dean truly is emo now.

At the.concert we dance and laugh and make fun of that evil prep Hillary fucking duff. On our way back.he makes a stop ourside of the woods. "What r you doing???" I asked confused. He sighs and says "enoby, ibe known who you are for a while. Bobby told me all about you. I've lobed you for a while" i gasp "really!!!" "Really" he says gothifically. We get out and wander into the forest. He pins me against the wall. "Omg are we gonna do a sex" he laughs and smiles bwfore putting his thing in my thing and-

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"

We stop and look up. It was.... Chuck? The weird guy? "Ur not supposed to be doing this dean! I have a headache" i look at him sadly, poor weird guy. Dean stops and says "chuck i know you wamt me but my heart belongs to enoby" chuck looks angry "no not you dean, her" i gasp. Dean looks angry "all this time i could have been with cas?" Chuck looks sad. "No the cw was too homophobic, you cant be balls deep in your angel. Not right now. You cant be balls deep in her either, she's mine" i stop. "Who even r u" i ask "i am god" i laugh at him. Dean looks at me and confirms. "Oh my god" i say deprezzedly. "No its chuck" says dean.

Suddenly Sam runs through the trees being chased by his gothelganger jared padaleski. Chuck gets angry and shoots the annoying guy. "Thank you" says same before he stops and says "chuck? stop trying to fucj my brother. When his gay love for cas reached through the veil of death and saved the day even though cas actually stayed dead.into superhell because of the evil cw it turned him gothic he's too goffic for you" chuck sighed and said "i know its not.him i want."

I stop and realize.that dean winchester and god are fighting over me. Same looks and says "wait, i hear someone else in the trees." As we all looked and waited and staired in comes... Bonby and.. Cas? But i thought cas was dead? Bonby speaks "here is the man who killed the cw sniper.. He has something to say" i look at him gothically "i am not your "cas" i am his gothelganger misha collins" i gasp. He says something about killing god and makes some metaphor about how he killed the cw sniper cw is god wharever i don't care but then.... Misha collins gave me a gun!! I wasn't.really listening to him, i was too busy thinking depressing thoughts and.i yell "im not killing dean u weirdo i lobe him!!!" Bonby looks at me and starts "you idjit" but then stops as one more person comes through the trees. It was jensen ankles!! "Jensen ankles??" Dean says "i don't want a gothelganger that.isn't goffic" Jensen replies "i will be soon, i need to reach through the veil of death for my own gay love" and he ... Shoots god??? "That's what i wanted you to do" mischa says before kissing jensen gothically depressedly i look and see dean looking jealous so i go and kiss him "im better than your gay angel anyway" and he agrees and then same and bonby are looking at each other depressedly and start clapping.

Prepz don't hate.on mah story okay??

[sainteclectic]

dows do inlook like him by tyler the creator fit wholesoul. i havent listened to it fully but it gives that vibe.plus my url friend likes tyler

OUUUHHHH.... listening to it and looking at the backstory of the song (about his absent father) it reminds me of the dynamic I envision between whole and heart i think. heart kind of sees him as like... not exactly an absent father, but an absent guardian that's created him and thrown him to the wolves emotionally. he wants to like whole, he understands whole (and they're very similar emotionally, of course), but he doesn't get it. he has a lot of complicated emotions about whole, if he even should come back given good people don't exactly do this to other people (other people? himself? does it matter?)

and of course. heart is stubborn and struggles with nuance, so it's easier to be mad. it's always easier to be mad. but despite that, he still wishes he could meet whole, to have the chance to ask why? why was he made to suffer through these emotions that aren't his? what's the point of all this? but he won't get an answer. he's just screaming at the broken mirror

[aviatrix-ash]

Hangar tale from the other day?

So 2 mechanics and 2 apprentices were trying to figure out how to install this new type of fuel tank in one of the helicopters and couldn't make sense of of the 2 brackets + instructions they had.

I'm walking by half covered in proseal (a 2 part extreme rubber like sealant used on everything in aviation) and they ask if I want to help.

Inlook at it for 2 seconds and match the 2 brackets with the shapes of the fuel tank like a puzzle and carry on with my proseal adventure.

5 minutes later I'm arm deep in more proseal racing time (it was curing fast) and they're calling from thenother side of the hangar saying to "put her in charge we need an adult".

"I'm like guys I just got here I don't have a clue what im doing 😭"

"We dont know what we're doing either anymore!"

All in good sillies of course. Everyone does know what they're doing lmao. I'm just adapting to the differences in these silly little French helicopters and Airbus' different ways of doing things. 🥲

[dinogoofymutated]

I WAS OMW TO CLASS AND STOPPED TO WIPE MY GLASSES ANF THEY SNAPEPED. IM LOSING MY SHIT INHAVE TO GO TO CLASS AND WORK AND INLOOK LIKE A DUMBASS WITH TAPE ACROSS MY FRAMES. FUUCCKKKK