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[chenziee]

Young Love

Written as a part of the free Calendar Project by @newscoozines! There are three printable calendars (2 gen ones and 1 shipping) -- this story is for January in the shipping calendar!

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When the Straw Hats had left the Flower Capital, Jinbe had thought that was the end of the celebrations and festivities. After all, they headed to the snowy Ringo—just so that Zoro could pay his respect to the late samurai Ryuma for… whatever reason. Jinbe didn’t quite understand the ‘because I fought him’ part.

He had thought the festival over… but he soon learned to not underestimate his new crew’s thirst for partying.

As he walked around the festival, snow crunching under his feet, Jinbe took in all that the festival and its many stalls had to offer; for the most part, it was much similar to the festival in the Capital—same games, same drinks, same food… except there was no shaved ice and no fish scooping, replaced instead by bowls of steaming hot ramen and snowball fights.

The mood, however… that was exactly the same. Laughter and music were dancing in the air wherever Jinbe went, happiness almost tangible as people celebrated their new-found freedom. And, just like in the Capital, the Straw Hats were right at the heart of it all.

It almost felt ridiculous, to be honest. Jinbe wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Wasn’t used to people joyfully celebrating with pirates—celebrating pirates.

But that was precisely why he had decided to join this particular crew, wasn’t it?

A wide smile spread on Jinbe’s lips at the thought; he really was glad he had decided to take this step and accept Luffy’s invitation.

“Dango!!”

Speak of the devil…

Jinbe chuckled at Luffy’s unmistakable shout, one full of excitement and hunger for food. And sure enough, when the fishman looked up, the young man himself was already bouncing towards a dango stall, demanding ten sticks before he even made it close enough for the cook to see him.

Jinbe was about to call out to his captain but then Luffy stopped abruptly before he turned on his heel and called, “Torao! How many do you want?”

“Just one’s good,” came a tired response from somewhere around the corner—the direction that Luffy had burst in from just a moment earlier.

Huh… Was Luffy spending time with Trafalgar Law? Earlier, it had seemed like Law didn’t want anything to do with the Straw Hats now that the alliance was over—Jinbe didn’t even know he came to Ringo as well—but now they’re walking around the festival together?

Maybe Jinbe shouldn’t be too surprised; Luffy did have that effect on people. After all, Jinbe himself was no exception.

Chuckling at the way Luffy immediately bit into the sweet, multicoloured dumplings handed to him—all four at once—Jinbe finally stepped forward.

“Luffy!”

Luffy paused, tilting his head back… before his face split in a wide grin. “Oh! Hi, Jinbe!” he greeted, speaking around the food in his mouth. “Did you see the snowmen back at the giant bell thing?”

“Not yet.” Jinbe shook his head. “I was watching Brook’s stage with Robin and Franky.”

“You should go, it’s super fun!”

“Not anymore,” a new voice interrupted. “Not after someone destroyed more than half of the statues.”

Immediately, a pout appeared on Luffy’s face as he turned to glare at Trafalgar Law. “It was an accident!!”

“Sure. If you consider ploughing through a bunch of statues while trying to carry a huge snowball an accident,” Law noted with a smirk as he accepted a dango stick Lufffy had offered to him.

“It wouldn’t have happened if you’d agreed to help!”

As Luffy’s pout only grew and Law’s smirk widened, Jinbe couldn’t help the easy laughter that bubbled out of his chest. If he didn’t know who Trafalgar Law was, he would think he was a part of Luffy’s crew. The way they were talking and interacting with each other, no one would think they were two rivals in a race to rule the sea and stand at the pinnacle of the world.

“Jinbe~,” Luffy whined, turning to his helmsman for support.

With an amused huff, Jinbe finally interjected. “Sounds like an accident to me alright.”

Law clicked his tongue, shooting the fishman a look. “Nami-ya’s right, you are coddling him.”

As Luffy stuck his tongue out at his companion, prompting Law to ruffle his hair in a teasing manner—yet another action that would have caught Jinbe by surprise just days ago—, Jinbe shook his head. Somehow, he felt like he was intruding.

With a final chuckle, Jinbe stepped away, waving the two of them goodbye before excusing himself.

They’d become such great friends over the course of this alliance; they should be allowed to get some time to spend together before the crews parted ways!

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Over the course of the night, Jinbe was happy to spend some down time with the Straw Hats, getting to know their habits and personalities better. He didn’t get much opportunity to do so during the festival in the Flower Capital since that was a much larger happening, not to mention they all ran off before the chefs at the Shogun castle even finished their work. To be fair, they had asked Jinbe to leave with them, but the fishman simply felt too bad for the hardworking cooks who took so much time to prepare the elaborate feast.

Here in Ringo, however, no such obligations were a problem. No one even knew them here—no one aside from a large, beautiful flame fox who had tried to pick a fight with Zoro for some reason and acting like the two knew each other well, much to Zoro’s own confusion. Which wasn’t to say that stopped the swordsman from rising up the challenge, of course.

At least before Nami stopped them while yelling something about property damage, debts, and interests.

Jinbe decided he didn’t want to know anything about that.

He met Usopp at the shooting games at one point, the sniper causing nothing but despair for the poor vendor there. He saw him again a little while later, standing proudly on an impromptu stage surrounded by a small crowd as he retold the heroic events of the raid and subsequent battle of Onigashima. With a few… tweaks to the story, one could say.

Chopper, of course, was busy running from one stall selling sweets to another, often accompanied by someone else from the crew—be it Robin, Nami, Usopp, Luffy, or even Yamato.

Sanji, as far as Jinbe could tell, spent the whole time taste-testing all the food he could get his hands on, soliciting recipes from people… when not too busy chasing after women. Or swooning over Nami and Robin in their kimonos and haoris. Or fighting with Zoro.

All in all, there was a lot of energy.

Jinbe still had a long way to go to be able to keep up with them!

Most surprisingly, however… Whenever Jinbe saw Luffy, Trafalgar Law was never far behind—and the other way around. Even when Jinbe saw Law walking around the festival with his crew, or saw Luffy laughing and playing with Usopp and Yamato, the other was always close. Almost as if they were scared to let each other out of their sight.

Jinbe couldn’t figure them out; Law always claimed they weren’t friends while Luffy kept declaring Law his crewmate. They bickered a lot, Law often threatened to cut one or more of Luffy’s body parts while Luffy bothered him endlessly… yet the man never followed through, instead indulging Luffy in everything he decided would be fun. It was a strange dynamic to be sure.

And somehow, it only kept getting stranger.

It was about three hours after the crew had joined the festival when Jinbe, a red bean taiyaki in one hand and a sake cup in the other, headed for the outskirts of the happenings to enjoy the event away from the crowds. It had started snowing heavily not long ago so most of the sheltered seating areas were already occupied, but Jinbe didn’t mind. He walked a little further away, up a small hill where a few trees stood, providing shelter of their own; surprisingly, he didn’t see any people up there, even though he was sure the view was very nice from up there.

As he trudged through the snow and came closer to the summit, however, he started hearing familiar voices.

“I don’t understand how you can still have so much energy,” one of them muttered tiredly.

A quiet snicker followed. “You’re just old, Torao.”

“I’m literally twenty-six,” Law deadpanned, and Jinbe could just hear the eyeroll.

“I mean your brain. Or your people energy. Or whatever. You just get tired way too quickly around people, like a hissy cat,” Luffy said, his voice shaking with laughter, completely unapologetic.

Law clicked his tongue. “Well, excuse me for liking my peace and quiet. Which I never fucking get with you around.”

“You love it,” Luffy teased.

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks,” Luffy shot back with another happy laugh accompanying his words.

“You’re impossible,” Law groaned… but his tone sounded light, almost as if he was holding back a chuckle himself.

Just hearing the exchange, Jinbe wasn’t sure if he should be interrupting them; their conversation felt… strangely intimate. Jinbe took another hesitant step forward and finally, the two of them came into view—immediately making Jinbe freeze in place.

They were sitting on the ground under the tallest tree, which in itself wouldn’t be strange, it was what Jinbe was expecting… Except they weren’t just casually enjoying the view of the festival like Jinbe thought and was planning to do himself.

No; instead, Luffy was sitting in Law��s lap, his arms thrown over the taller man’s shoulders while one of Law’s hands rested casually on Luffy’s thighs, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the fabric of Luffy’s kimono. His other hand was brushing back Luffy’s hair, hair which was covered in so much snow that he almost looked like his awakened form. Soon, Law was stroking Luffy’s cheek, guiding him closer… until their lips connected.

Jinbe felt a blush rising to his face.

Yeah, he definitely shouldn’t be here.

As he slowly turned away and started going back the way he came as quietly as he could, he thought back to two years ago, to the time when Law appeared in the middle of Marineford, risking his own and his crew’s lives to get Luffy to safety for seemingly no reason. 

He thought back to the two weeks they had spent in the confines of Law’s sub, the surgeon spending every waking moment with Luffy, making sure his vitals were stable and he wasn’t in danger. Back then, Jinbe assumed it was simply doctor’s pride that didn’t allow Law to stop looking after his critically injured patient. He believed Law when he said he had decided to save Luffy’s life on a whim. He concluded there was nothing really to it other than Law finding Luffy interesting after their encounter on Sabaody.

And when Luffy looked almost panicked when he realised Law and his crew were gone after he and Jinbe returned to the shore after Luffy’s rampage on Amazon Lily, Jinbe attributed it to him being grateful for their help and wanting to thank them.

But now…

Now Jinbe saw a much different picture.

A picture that made a little bit too much sense in retrospect, and Jinbe couldn’t figure out how he hadn’t seen it sooner.

After all, the way Law had  been looking at Luffy this whole time, the way Luffy always asked about Law’s whereabouts whenever he didn’t see him around for more than ten minutes, the way Luffy was always touching Law in some way—and Law letting him…

It was all so painfully obvious now.

A smile pulled on Jinbe’s lips when Luffy’s snicker reached his ears; he wasn’t sure how long this was going to last—they were all pirates, after all—but seeing how happy they both were… Jinbe decided to support them for as long as they wanted it to last.

Young love and all that.

[chenziee]

Somebody sava Hakuba, the poor little serial killer is suffering 😔

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[heynhay]

you know i got halfway through this before realizing i probably subconsciously ripped the concept from an old tumblr post sorry

[the-way-astray]

I saw strieefe mentioned again and I just want to say that if the people demand it I shall write more never change, but sorry I stopped existing for a while, I was busy.

-NC anon

aka, Lisa. 🩵

that one anon totally clocked you . . . okay now i need to know. was that food post you made really for the sake of writing strieefe fic . . . the commitment to the bit is insane. anyway. i personally did not clock you . . . sadness

funniest part i think is that you made your entire personality being obsessed with applesauce in chapter three . . . seems a very shallow interpretation of your character lol. like someone who just took a quick look at your url and maybe your bio and went "yep, this is gonna be lisa's only personality trait because i don't know anything else about her and don't want to risk mischaracterizing her". nice job on that one. threw me off for sure

girl who wants to be kissed by keefe writing keefe-kisses-other-girl fanfic is absolutely the funniest plot twist ever . . . and yes you should totally keep writing if you can. the plot seems intriguing and i need to know what stupid thing keefe did this time and what other keepblr members will be involved next (please be quil, please be quil, please be quil, please be quil-) (quil has a cat. this can be incorporated into the lore. trust.)

[salty-we-never-got-mergana]

Ugh I feel so bad for Morgana, that she feels so alone about her magic.

You'd think she and Merlin would be closer despite the fact that she doesn't know Merlin has magic, if only for the fact that he knows she has magic and is safeguarding her secret.

Maybe he's angry at her for cowardice about the Witchfinder and not helping to try and free Gaius. She seemed more concerned about herself ngl but I don't blame her tbh. It's understandable and a flaw in her character. She doesn't have to be perfect. Trying to save your own skin from persecution and burning is perfectly understandable and the Witchfinder was manipulating her and playing with her fears.

I'll give Merlin this. He's strong in the sense that he is willing to sacrifice his life for the people he loves. And Gaius too... I think Morgana doesn't realize she is loved very much. She's just privileged. But love. She lives with a father figure who professes that he loves her but treats people like her like scum and then there's Arthur who always sides with her father-figure.

(Writing this I can see why a lot of LGBTQ compare the ban on magic to the persecution of LGBTQ because anybody could be gay, anybody could be born of magic, and your parent might love but the moment they find out that you're different that you're queer, is the moment they might reject you, especially if they've shown prejudice before. That's pretty harsh. So, I get why people queerify or see Merlin and Morgana as gay).

She lived her life as a privileged girl never expecting to give up much and she also doesn't want to give up much. She wants to live her life being herself and that's all. It's not until she meets Morgause where she's allowed that and then that's when she finds the person she loves and is loyal to, the person she'll sacrifice her life for if she could.

[chenziee]

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[kaylazer]

back on my bullshit (meeting men im in love with). Ben Schwartz is so kind and tall :-) I didn’t totally freeze like when I met the Jonas brothers but the selfies we took are blurry so 😔

(at least I have these bc I told sam to record the whole thing heheheh)

[tundrakatiebean]

Just finished Carrie (book, 1974) after having also watched the movie (1976) and like the bones of this story are good there’s a lot of interesting things you can do with this especially in modern times RE school shooting phenomena vibes and religious fanaticism playing into that but the book has like a weird amount of racism and a lot of “breasted boobily” in it

[seraphskies]

Updated intro post!

Hello, my name is Katy! I'm 28 and my pronouns are she/they. I love the band Ghost, KISS, horror movies (the campier, the better), musicals, theme parks, classic rock, and makeup. That's pretty much what I post here, with the occasional shitpost or two.

My Sideblogs:

@copias-ghuleh (Ghost sideblog)

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Thanks for reading!

[chenziee]

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[stargazerdaisy]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s02e11 Day of Death (The Rookie), Healing, Emotionally and physically, tim is emotionally constipated, and lucy is dense at first

Summary:

But now he was faced with the aftermath. The cost of getting her back had been high, for her most of all...It seemed like the worst injury, at least physically, that she was leaving with had happened well after Caleb was dead.

At least three of her ribs had broken or popped out of place when she was given CPR. He broke them when he performed CPR. And now she was wincing and turning away from him in pain.

It was all his fault.

Tim struggles though his guilt at seeing Lucy in pain, after her rescue from Caleb. Bit by bit, day by day, as she heals physically, he heals emotionally.

[chenziee]

OPKisstober: Going Merry's Kitchen

Day 8 for OPKisstober: Zoro/Sanji

Zoro was so tired. He had gotten up at one in the morning for watch duty, continuing the night with his morning training once Usopp relieved him. Now, at seven, he wanted nothing more than some food and a good nap.

Lured by the smell of fresh rice cooking, Zoro walked towards the Merry’s kitchen as if in a trance.

“Cook, food,” he yawned.

“Close your fucking mouth, Marimo,” the cook snapped before turning back to his stove. “Five minutes.”

Zoro huffed unhappily before conceding. “Fine.”

“The tea’s ready though, you can have some while you wait,” Twirly muttered with a sigh, gesturing to the teapot and matching cup sitting next to it.

Zoro blinked, before a small grin pulled on his lips. “Oh, nice!”

Walking over quickly, Zoro ignored the grumbling coming from the cook, going straight for the pot. It smelled amazing—high quality sencha, if he were any judge—and as he grabbed the teacup, he realised it was warmed to the perfect temperature. As if Ero-cook knew exactly which second Zoro was coming in for breakfast.

With a smirk, Zoro took his cup, glancing at Prince. The man refused to look at him, but Zoro still leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Sanji’s lips in thanks before walking away to sit down, another loud yawn escaping him.

It took the cook a good twenty seconds to react after he seemingly froze in place, but then he sputtered, whipping around to point a spatula at Zoro, his face burning red. “Marimo! What are you—why did you—not in front of Robin-chan, you ill-mannered bastard!!”

Raising an eyebrow, Zoro turned his head to glance at their newest, reluctantly-admitted crewmate, who he hadn’t even realised was there. She was quietly reading some giant book at the opposite side of the table with a cup of coffee… and a plate with two sandwiches on it in front of her. Immediately, Zoro frowned.

“Hey, why does she get breakfast?!” he demanded, glaring at the shitty cook who was still going on about stupid shit.

At that, Sanji’s one visible eye narrowed. “Because Robin-chan is a sweet, beautiful lady and you’re an ugly asshole,” he growled.

Before Zoro could shoot an insult back, however, Robin piped up instead.

“You two are so cute. Like little boys not knowing what to do with their little baby-crushes, trying to scalp each other instead of flirting.”

“What the hell is wrong with your head?” Zoro asked, bewildered, while ignoring Sanji’s dramatic flailing and protest.

He only got an unreadable smile in response.

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[merryfortune]

Inspiration Struck on a Serviette 

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-Thon

Prompt: Any: Any/Any - Sketching a picture of their lover

Title: Inspiration Struck on a Serviette 

Ship: Brassius/Katy

Fandom: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet

Word Count: 2,002

Rating: G

Warning: None

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff

   Conventional wisdom would have it that the baking of cakes was a science not an art.

   Every ingredient had to be especially prepared, measured, and mixed or else the results could turn out disastrous. No one liked pancakes which were gluggy or burnt like bricks, no one liked croissants that were soggy or lacked shape, and so on and so forth.

   Brassius would agree but he saw it as more than the interactions of chemicals and heat. He saw it as an artform and one trip to Katy’s bakery and he could not be argued with. Her cake making was absolutely an artform.

   The precision in her hands necessary to craft such intricate fondant or adorable whipped cream displays, Brassius envied her. And the fact that it tasted delicious, too. Well, he might finally put some weight on after a lifetime of being too skinny, quite frankly.

   One trip and that’s all it took. Then he was crawling all over her socials like bugs under a log.

   Though, them both being united by their other profession of Pokemon training, too, helped. It was good to be friends with one another’s colleagues and their hometowns weren’t that far from each other considering that Mesagoza was in the smack bang middle of the distance. 

   Katy, of course, was flattered by the attention. Her humble little patisserie? Getting the tick of approval from a Vitruvian Man like Brassius? Who wouldn’t have their mind at least a little bit blown from hearing nothing but good things come out of his mouth about her and her baking.

   So, Brassius made it a point to make the trip to Cortonda at least once a month, whenever Katy had something new or interesting on the menu. Her good food was dessert for the soul, honestly, and made for excellent inspiration whenever Brassius was in a slump. 

   And in turn to be polite, Katy put in the effort to go to Brassius’s shows and exhibitions. She turned into a vehement supporter of his sculptures and paintings, even when she didn’t really get it. She preferred her portraits to have two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. Brassius disagreed but still, she respected his craft.

   All this banter and catch-ups and other meetings, even outside of League ones, was enough to turn anyone’s eye to wonder because Brassius and Katy just had such an… aura about them. A lovey-dovey one. It was sickeningly saccharine, to the point that Hassel of all people, a diehard romantic, had to tell them to get their act together because he couldn’t take anymore of their schoolkid crushes they clearly had one another.

   An announcement which was completely news to both Brassius and Katy, of course. Sputtering and denial and rambling about how they couldn’t possibly be more than friends. Grass Types were weak to Bug Types and Bug Types were weak to Rock Type moves and one good High Horsepower from Ursaring very well might overcome Suudowoodo’s Sturdy assuming that it's not Terrastralised…

   Yet despite all that bumbling and fumbling, the fluster and the bluster, their fingers interlocked and their faces went red. Their feelings were very much true to one another but to the chagrin of everyone around them, they did not get better. If anything, they got worse now that they were an item off the market.

   All those goo-goo gaga eyes only intensified now that they wore the crown of being each other’s beau. Not even Katy’s customers could escape the way she swooned for her boyfriend and nor could any of Brassius’s artsy-fartsy contemporaries. It was quite shameful but they wouldn’t have it any other way…

  After all, were it not for Katy and the Pokemon League, Brassius would be quite the hermit. Life was quite dull when he didn’t leave the atelier for months of end, either because of his insane work ethic or the dead opposite of depression. Sometimes both. 

   Katy genuinely brought joy to Brassius.

   And for her, Brassius provided perspective.

   Brassius was a very different person to her, after all. From how he carried himself to his thoughts and feelings, and that was part of what made him so attractive to her. He was so full of surprises, the way he saw the world was so different and Katy felt that there was something to learn from that - and much to love about it, too.

   Just as he took inspiration from her and her pastries, Katy aspired to do the same. Though her cake decorating skills were easily top of the class and could put a Gigantamax Alcremie to shame, Katy had much to learn in other artforms. Despite her expertise with a piping bag, a pencil had the capability to prove quite the challenge for her.

   One she was willing to rise to the occasion to like dough. 

   And one she was interested in testing on this visit of Brassius, too.

   Like per usual, for his once a month visit, to have some nice tea and a good treat alongside it, with his sketchbook in tow, Brassius had set up shop in the corner of Soapberry. But this time, Katy would ensure it that he wasn’t the only one who was drawing.

   “At closing,” Katy told him excitedly, holding onto the table and with a big grin, “I’m going to have a surprise for you.”

   “Oh-ho?” Brassius made an interested noise, his eyes keened.

   “Ayup, just you wait and see.” Katy said.

  “Well, I will look forward to it.” Brassius replied.

   Katy let her boyfriend be and he soon had his nose in his sketchbook. Katy, meanwhile, had a skip in her step and her heartbeat, too. She was going to be the very best! Or have a great time trying. Either would work for her.

   So, over the course of the day, when Katy had a spare moment in between monitoring the ovens, serving customers, and other duties that she had as the manager of Soapberry, she was drawing. Just something small, nothing special and it showed in her materials, she was using a pen and some a square of fresh serviette tissue as she thought anything else - like printer paper - might be too big and imposing. She just wanted to make something small and cute. 

   She had the greatest reference and inspiration in store. Just like how Brassius did still life studies of her baked goods or character design based off the customers who came and went, Katy’s eyes were trained in - almost obsessively - with her subject. He, very kindly, gave her a sweet smile whenever their eyes met. 

   The day went by in the blink of an eye. It was as busy as usual - which is to say not too busy since Cortonda was a small town, even with a hustling bustling tourism season - but there had just been so much enjoyment to have had in her little side project. Hence why Katy felt that closing had come far too soon, sooner than she expected but she had much to show for it.

   Empty shelves, a diner which was turned upside down so the cleaners could mop the floors, and of course a completed drawing. It was only the stragglers now - and Brassius too. The shop sign had turned over and the till had been counted. That was that and now, as a result, it was time for the big surprise that Katy had promised Brassius earlier at opening.

   So, Katy came bounding over to Brassius’s bussed table. It was spick and span, tidied up so he could take his leave once Katy had officially locked up, he had his pencil case all zipped up and satchel by his side. He greeted Katy with a demure smile whilst she almost burst with excitement. She was ear to ear with a grin, clutching tightly her very special surprise.

   “Guess what?” Katy said.

   “What?” Brassius echoed, teasing.

   Katy pouted, “You’re meant to guess! No matter, look, look, I drew something and I’m soooooo proud of it.” she said.

   She extended her arms and flipped around her piece of thick serviette paper. She forced it into Brassius’ face, all but an inch from the tip of his nose and he squinted into it. Her arms began to tremble and she squealed, equal parts nervous and ready to be pampered.

   “Well?” Katy asked, bouncing on her heels. “What do you think?” She shimmied and batted her eyes, expectant of praise.

   Brassius lifted his hand and gently took it from Katy’s hands. He positioned it in front of him so he could see all of it and not just some blurry mess of it, either. Katy stepped back, embarrassed that she had been overzealous but Brassius’s quiet, thoughtful expression assured her that he did not mind. If anything, he found it cute.

   Brassius looked over what she had gifted him. He picked up the crinkled, white serviette and admired the penwork now scrawled over it. The big, bubbly shapes with uneven buggy proportions and he slowly put two and two together. It was a person, with eyes and a nose and face, with spiky cactus-like hair and holding what he at first thought was an enormous lollipop then he noticed, it too, was spiked.

   He realised.

   His expression changed and for a moment, Katy held her breath.

   “It’s wonderful.” Brassius praised it adoringly with a sparkle in his eyes. “Truly avant garde, even!”

   Katy giggled, “Ohh, now you're just being nice.” She playfully denied the compliment.

   “No, not at all, I truly mean what I say.” Brassius assured her.

   “Then thank you.” Katy finally accepted the compliment.

   Brassius continued to gaze ever so lovingly at the little serviette doodle. He could imagine Katy all too easily, scrawling it in between serving customers or instructing her workers with the next batch of baking. It was quickly made but not hastily made. Her linework was precise, even if her shape language was still bulbous and amateur. 

   Still, her drawing exuded so much joy and wonder. It was adorable. Her selection of subjects was also impeccable and doubled down on the happy emotions that it embodied. It was, after all, a portrait of him with either cubist or childish proportions depending on which way he squinted. It was a truly solid beginning to a lot of hard work were Katy to continue honing her ability to draw. 

   Brassius utterly marvelled at it and again at Katy. He looked up, eyes soft.

   “Would you like to see mine now?” he asked her.

   “Yes, I would love to.” Katy squealed with a big smile on her face.

   “There you go.” Brassius replied and he turned his clipboard around to face her.

   Katy’s eyes immediately lit up as she blushed ever so faintly. 

   “Is that me?” she asked.

   “Who else would it be?” Brassius teased her.

   He had depicted her as straightforwardly and realistically as he could. He captured all her beauty, all her grace that he saw in her as she worked and he drew in the corner. 

   The linework was delicate. Oftentimes not even there at all to hint to the roundness of her nose or cheek. There was a passionate twinkle in her eyes, the most built-up part of the drawing to best convey the window into her sweet soul.

   “I-It’s gorgeous, Brassius.” Katy exclaimed.

   “It pales in comparison to you.” Brassius assured her.

   “Oh, you!” Katy’s face went redder.

   “I mean it.” Brassius said.

   He put down his drawing onto the table, next to Katy’s serviette. Then, in turn, he took Katy’s hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed over her knuckles, brushing lightly against her hand. Katy swallowed and allowed herself to be ravished by her far too romantic for his own good partner.

   Quite frankly, embarrassing anyone else in the store with this honeymoon routine. They had been together twenty months but they were acting like it had been twenty minutes and ergo giving the impression, they might still be like this in twenty years’ time.

[didsomeonesayventus]

I feel like I may be exaggerating this trait a bit but. I think it is very cute and important that Alear "mirrors" the people he listens to and hangs out with. Changes his response slightly, repeats the words they use. Gets down on their level and tries to convey that he understands them, he's listening. It's like. small. but it means so much to me.

[youareinlove]

i dont think the bridge in shake it off is that deep but i also don't think harry is the ex man in the song it's probably john m*yer and the new girlfriend is katy since i believe that was one of the reasons why they were beefing (as much as she would like to deny it lol) the fella with the hella good hair is 100% harry 😭 like no one else fits that line.

see i think just about everything on 1989 is that deep because it's such a compact and concise album that says so much at the same time. seemingly simple sentences that actually have a world of meaning behind them is its entire point. also, i think the "hella good hair" line isn't that literal, it's basically a stand-in for "ok i'm gonna hook up with someone else if you are too"

[jovenshires]

endless au edits: spider-man!spencer au part 3/3

tommy's not a spider-man super fan, okay? it's just his luck. aka 5 times tommy runs into spider-man accidentally + 1 time he doesn't.