#ridicoulousness

[skullinahat]

unexpert claim in many ways but the superhero "vigilante" is really so inseperable from liberalism as an ideology, especially the concepts on individualism and "good people", that is to say goodness as a moral quality seperate from real actions. The conception of a world full of roaming thieves who don't count as human and simply exist as fodder for violence is such hardcore cop mentality it really can't be saved. I've seen people claim that superheroes are and always have been "leftist" (in a cyclical justification of their own politics and goodness, ie. because i am good the things i read are (politically) good and because the things i read are (politically) good i am good) but i would claim the opposite. I think the superhero genre is so married to the existence of an ever-present people who are okay to hurt/kill (thieves, purse-snatchers, villains) and so insistent on a punitive, incarceral system of problem-solving that it could never be "leftist". Most comics at some point play with this dynamic but always settle on the side of the jail the villains are sent to. this is of course a material result of the current state of production of the majority of superhero stories and their funding from the military, but i'd argue the very central dynamic of a superhero is fundamentally liberal. the idea that "if one guy ran around and beat bad people up that would make things better" supposes that 1. one guy can make a meaningful difference (ignores the possibility of real organization) 2. supposes the existence of "bad people" as the fundamental cause of all issues (ignores the presence of systems of harm for benefit) and 3. supposes that one guy beating these bad people up will cause bad things to not happen anymore. (supposes that punitive measures are effective).

[frootloopfox]

thinking

[kudravi-nesit]

While we're on the topic of a new phone, holy fucking shit are these user agreements going to be the death of me.

What do you mean my gallery needs permission for it to access my photos and videos? Hello? HELLOOO???

Not to mention that most of the agreements are optional, except for the terms and privacy policy, but they make it exceptionally hard for you to find the option to opt out or just say no to it.

It's hard for me to manage around all of this information, let alone anybody else who might not be well-versed in tech. We really are living in a distopian reality...

[not-so-bored]

I'm about to finish the Literature Revision planned for yesterday and I won't be behind for 90 minutes, and then it'll be a new day and I'll be late again

[ramblingsofadragon]

Of course on the day I'm going to a concert I get an inflammation on my lower back. I'll have to stand for like six hours today you can't do this to me!!!

I fucking miss my commute when I had to walk three hours everyday combined or rollerskate for an hour. That was the shit and it did so much good for my health

[jellyfitzjelly]

crying over stressing out about my fic bc i don't want to be torn to shreds for not getting j*son right ✌️

[pinnedwords]

Stranger things modern au hcs

-Max and Mike kick each other out of the party's gc constantly but El always adds them back

-Nancy is a pinterest girlie

-Steve and Robin have an ridicoulously long snapchat streak

-Karen is a facebook mom

-Billy makes those cringy y/n thirst povs on tiktok (yk the ones i'm talking abt)

-Dustin is a Minecraft Addict

-Murray is a redditor

-The party did the 'passing the phone to' trend and it went viral on tiktok

-Will is kinda popular on instagram for his art

-Joyce created a gc for everyone in case the ud shit starts again

-Argyle posts the most unhinged shit on tiktok and his videos had like 7 views everytime until one of them blew up and then he became super popular and even verified

[sygneth]

"You give me your hand, don't you ever ask why, promise me nothing"

Holmes College Adventures Masterpost

Chapter 2:

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

AO3

It took a while, but it's finally here!! THe last part of this chapter, long, as I promised (the canvas for this is almost 35 000 px long...)

(Again, I didn't wont to make the post ridicoulously long, but if you'd like to see it as a one neat stripe, it's on AO3)

I am not sure if I made it clear earlier, but kind of from the beggining of this chapter I knew there will be another one, to elaborate on the events that must have taken place after what Holmes told Watson in GLOR, but before Victor's leave. I hope to draw theses couple of scenes that I have in my head too, sometime soon but I will have to take a moment of break, as the next week or two are going to be intense.

Again, I want to hug everyone who kept me motivated to go with this chapter, you are all a real treasure and reading the comments is literally making me want to live again <3

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

ex-husband!satoru blurb, reader and satoru have a daughter named saori, slight angst

your skin feels cold when it used to feel warm by his side, satoru stands not only 3 feet from you as he peers down at your daughter as she sleeps in your arms.

"I can stay over at a hotel." he offers. the both of you were here for satoru's dad's birthday party. his 60th birthday, followed by a grand dinner. and of course you were invited. of course you would, you literally had given birth to his favorite (and only) grandchild.

"don't be ridicouls." you shook your head. truth was, satoru had arrived a day early since his daughter asked to see him, but not taking into account how busy the city would be this weekend was, almost every hotelroom was resereved. something about a famous celeberity in tour for the weekend rose in the talks.

"you can take the couch," you offer, "but I'm sure there's another room in the suite. I can even call the staff to bring in an extra bed." you knew shoko's words were ringing at the back of your head, at least his girlfriend won't be coming, she said. satoru had been with nora for nearly 6 months now. and according to suguru, from shoko, he hadn't even presented her to his dad. it's just proof he's just waiting for something to happen in this last family reunion, she told you.

"are you sure?" he asked, walking on eggshells, "I... I don't want to make this-"

"-saori would really look forward to having her dad around. maybe you can make pancakes with her in the morning. I saw the kitchen here had some supplies you could use. she's been really into baking as of late." he nods.

"yeah, but still..."

"it's not like we're sleeping in the same room, satoru." you sigh, thinking twice if annoyance rang in your tone. "she's fine," you reassure him softer, "we're fine."

a minute passes of thought, and he nods.

"let me take her to bed for you."

there's a nervousness in your hands when he takes her from you, and you clam your hands hoping to get rid of the sensation by the time he's back. your throat itches, and your heart feels heavier. you've never wanted to scold at shoko more than now, why couldn't it be her? she'd be so much better at doing this than you, you thought.

by the time satoru returns, his sleeves are rolled up before he rubs his palms against the front of his pants, "I... do you...?"

"tomorrow's a big day," you answer, softly adjusting a pillow, two, for satoru. he had a habit of holding pillows in his sleep. "it's your dad's birthday."

"I know," he wants to say something, "are you nervous?"

"not really, why would I be?"

"I don't know," he breathes, "I just thought... after the divorce..."

"he hasn't treated me any different, and I'm grateful for that." I can't say the same for us.

"he's always liked you," satoru scratches the back of his head, "it's kinda hard for him not to. not when you've blessed us all with saori." there it is again, that feeling in the base of your chest. it's anxious, eating you away like tiny ants, taking bits and bits from you soon to leave you empty in a long silence.

"I heard you and nora were trying to concieve," there's some regret after you say those words, and your nose burns at the thought of continuing this talk. your eyes averted to the ground.

"I... well, you're not exactly wrong..." he breathes, uncomfortably, "it-it's in the talks..."

"and you want a son."

"not..." he breathes then huffs, no words as fast as yours.

"I worry about saori," I worry about us. "about... another baby... another..." you breathe, "it's a big change. permanent."

"she'll be fine if we talk to her," the fact is, are you okay?

"I don't know," you murmur below your breath, enough for satoru to catch on.

"I... I feel like I should say something...."

"you don't have to," I don't want to make you uncomfortable because I'm already uncomfortable. "you just... you have new plans." that don't surround us.

"but..." your eyes swell in tears, making you face away from him. "when we seperated, we promised to always work together, to support one another in anything we do. especially when it came to saori," the back of your nose stings, "if this makes you happy, then... who am I to say no?"

"you're the mother of my daughter first and foremost," he says, confidently. "and you were the love of my life second." he says, "one of those will always stands, but the other calls for you right now."

[tojigasm]

What about like Step!dad Jake w oblivious reader. So like she doesn’t realize that Jake is flirting w her until she hears him jerking off while calling her name (she thinks he’s hurt or something cause she’s innocent but walks in to see his hands wrapped around his cock)

IM DROOLING OVER THIS (I LIVE FOR UR WRITING)

I blame my mutuals for getting me into this... more specifically Kells and Eden because now I'm suffering from stepdad Jake brainrot

Tw: stepcest, daddy kink, pet names, teasing

God he's sick on you. Obsessed with the way you're so painfully naive to his casual flirting and the way you walk around in your tiny little outfits around him; skirts that end just below the cusp of your ass and pretty pink crop tops that your perky nipples poke through. And jesus, he swears he's losing his mind.

Sometimes he thinks you're doing it on purpose, making your way down the stairs in a baby pink mini skirt and top, bows clipped into the thick of your hair. And Jake's immedielty calling you over from the kitchen, asking where you're headed so dressed up; and it's the way your eyes get all big and round, so blissfully unaware of the blood rushing to his cock, pressing a tent into the fabric of his pants.

Its when you saunter throughout the den, necklaces adorning the pretty blue of your soft skin, that he hisses a "fuck" under his breath.

He watches you bend over to pack your purse, palming the swell of his cock as your skirt rides over the plush of your ass, pretty pink panties on full display as your tail swishes back and forth, gently grazing the backs of your thighs.

With a groan, Jake makes his way over to you, pulling the tip of your skirt down, "Change your clothes," he scolds through clenched teeth.

immediately your cheeks flush with heat, "Oh, I-" you're too embarassed to speak, tripping over your words under his sharp gaze. "M'sorry, I-I didn't realize-"

"Walkin' around these tiny little skirts n'thongs," his voice is deep with strain, "Fuckin' ridicoulous." Shaking his head, he pulls you up by your braid to push you onto the couch.

you're jolted by the rush of it, blood rushes to your head as he pins you to the couch, scrambling over your words, "I don't-"

you're cut off by a large hand grabbing at your jaw, squeezing the plush of your cheeks. "Shut your fucking mouth, young lady," Jake seethes, pressing his free hand into the soft of your thigh, massaging the plush of it, pushing your legs open. "Don't act dumb, kid," he moves to cup your heat, palm slick against the soaked fabric of your thong.

immediately you grasp a hand around his wrist at your jaw, other around his forearm before he's scolding you, "Put your hands down."

retracting, you dig your hands into the cushions beneath you with a shaky whine. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes drift to the door, suddenly aware of just how open you are - legs spread in the middle of the den where your mother could come back from her outing at any minute. Jake doesn't miss the way you unknowingly clench your thighs around the thick of his hand between your legs, fabric of your thong wet against his fingers.

"What, y'worried someone's gonna walk in?" he teases, slipping his fingers under your dainty thong to sink into your soaked pussy. He smirks against the puffy lips of your cunt, moving to bite the inside of your thigh with his canine, "scared your mom's gonna see you gettin' your tiny little pussy fucked by your stepdad?" his finger curls along your gummy walls, petting at the spongey patch in you with strokes that send shivers down your thighs.

you nod, whimpering in his hold, drool spilling over your swollen lips, lifting your legs some to press your heels into the couch, "Daddy, please-!" you're choking on sobs, tears spilling over your cheeks as he scissors your cunny.

"Yeah, I know." you can hear the eyeroll in his voice, "Stop fuckin' whining. I'll give you what you want."

Jake kicks your feet apart enough to kneel between your thighs, hand dropping from your jaw to slip your legs over his shoulders. You go to grab at him, but he catches your wrists in one hand, pulling your arms to the side, "keep your hands to yourself." the warning in his voice is enough not to test his patience.

He watches you for a moment, gaging your reaction before he drops your wrists to the side, pushing you to lie back against the couch with his hand, "Let daddy take care of you."

Keeping a blue hand at your chest, massaging your breasts through the fabric of your top, he presses his mouth to the soaked lips of your cunt, inhaling the scent of you with a hiss.

"Hnghh," your breath hitches when the rough of his nose nudges the button of your clit, digging your hands into the cushion beneath you with a moan.

Clicking his tongue when your cunt pulses around his digit, Jake groans, "You're such a good girl." he kisses your clit, eyes jumping to the door teasingly before he's pulling back with a smirk.

"M'gonna tear you apart." meeting your eyes, he places your feet to the ground again, moving to sit one knee on the couch beside you, pulling your skirt up over your hips to expose your cunt. Sliding his hand between your thighs again, scissoring you open.

"Look at that," he hums, "Gonna let me in there, sweetheart?" his free hand still massaging into the fat of your breast, "Gonna let your stepdaddy fuck your little pussy?"

you can't help the way you moan at the vulgarity. head falling back to rest on the top of the couch, grabbing at the wrist of his hand at your chest when you cum, jaw dropping in a silent moan.

He laughs, watching your thighs shake under his hold, "Good girl," Jake leans down to kiss you, biting at your soft skin as you dwindle from your high.

And suddenly he's standing between your shaky legs, cupping his large hands under your thighs to press your knees into your chest, forcing you to slip down the couch some.

Squatting onto the couch above you, feet on either side of the plush of your ass, he's sinks into you with a groan.

"God, you're fuckin tight," Jake's brows furrow, thrusting in and out of you gently, resting a hand on the soft of your tummy when he bottoms out.

teary-eyed, you grasp on to his striped forearm with a sob, "Hnngh, ahh,"

Jake speeds up once you've relaxed some, cupping a hand behind your head, "good girl," he kisses you softly, pressing his forehead against yours.

your voice wavers, choking on the heat of it all - and it's almost too much; the stretch of his cock against your gummy walls, his thick hair tickling the soft of your hot cheeks, his hand behind your head as well as the one that pushes into the couch beside you.

Jake pants shakily above you, hissing a groaned "fuck," when he bottoms out again, "God, you're so pretty," he presses a kiss to your forehead and you squeal, "Daddy's pretty girl, huh, sweetheart."

"So deep, so deep," you chant, swollen lips parted in a silent moan, "fuck, daddy!" you cry, digging your nails into the blue of his ankle, "Haa...haa"

Jake drops a leg to the ground, hiking your legs over his shoulder with a heavy thrust. The girth of his cock stretches your heat so deliciously that you struggle to breathe, gasping through choked sobs and broken moans.

"M'gonna cum," Jake circles your clit gently, "Gonna let your step daddy cum in you, fill ya'up?"

It's all so fucking vulgar and God he wants to eat you alive. Wants to consume you and fill you and rip you apart all at the same time.

His swollen length stretching your soft walls isn't enough. The claim he has on you serves as merely nothing in his mind when you're beneath him, thighs spread and cunt stretching around the girth of him.

The way he can fucking feel your cunt throbbing when you cum around his cock is all too much.

The heat of him spilling into you pulls a sob from your plush lips and Jake's ears fall back in a hiss, cock still thrusting into your pussy as his seed spills down the soft of your ass.

"Jesus Christ," he chuckles through a hoarse pant, thrusting his cum deeper into you. He bottoms out once more, fat balls resting against your soft folds before he pulls out to stand over you.

still shaking, you bring your fingers down to scoop the cum that's spilled out of you back into your swollen pussy with a giggle.

Jake's cock throbs at the scene, bringing a hand to your jaw, he pulls you up to rest on your knees against the cushioned couch. Kissing you, he brings a hand down to cup your cunt, teeth grazing your bottom lip, "Who's pussy is this?"

you nearly melt at the heat of his words, shifting side to side on your knees in his hold, "S'yours, daddy."

"Go upstairs and clean yourself up and maybe daddy'll fuck you again later, how's that sound, kid?"

you nod at that excitedly and Jake smiles wamrly, "Yeah, thought you'd might like that." He pinches your thigh softly before realseing your jaaw.

Moving on shaky legs, you make your way off the couch and up the stairs to your room, Jake's eyes on you from his seat at the couch.

[carlyraejepsans]

Wait so if Frisk is so determined that they can even take hits from a god and have other ridicoulous feats of defiance and determination, why didnt they rebel against us in anyway? I mean kris does it, so why does Frisk do so? Like we do some pretty messed up stuff in some routes and Frisk is just like, "lmao sure" My personal headcanon is that Frisk, much like us, treats undertale like a game, which is why they arnt afraid of death and why they are so determined, but what's your take?

i don't think our will is supposed to be taken as separate from frisk's in the same way as there is an obvious rift between us and kris in deltarune. i just don't think a player x MC conflict is something toby concerned himself with in undertale's metanarrative. frisk never rebelled because, as far at they knew, they never had to rebel against anyone

[sokindragonjou]

DRAGON BALL X NICHIJOU CHAPTER 21 (Part B)

The winner of this ridicoulous showdown has been decided!!!!

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Thank you all for your kind response and support . This comic has been a passion project for a long time and i'm glad i can continue making sharing this obscure fanfiction with you all!

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Special shoutout to @leatherbelt1295 for helping with the script !

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And really a big thanks to every single one of you!!! ,,,

see you in the next comic!!!

[2ctheocean]

So I just finished re-reading the hunger games trilogy and I feel the need to respond to the claim that "Katniss never wanted kids so she shouldn't have had them". That is factually incorrect. I'm all for female protags never having children, but to label Katniss that way is fundementally misunderstanding her trauma and the healing that has occured in her having children.

Children are not the only way to thrive. Obviously. You can be just as happy childless (if not more so) as someone with a house full of kids. But Katniss, despite her gruff, traumatized exterior, has always had a nurtuering side (as seen by any given interaction she has with anyone younger than 12). That's partially the Eldest Daughter Effect, sure. But there's no reason to suspect she wouldn't want kids in a world where it was safe to have them. We shouldn't make having kids the default option, but we can suspect she would want them based on how much she values family and her personality. If the world was safe.

But the world is not safe.

So, Katniss never allowed herself to want children.

She doesn't even think about allowing herself to want children. Instead, in Catching Fire, she instead imagines a world where Peeta's child could live and grow up safe. She does not picture herself as the mother, because A) She's planning to give her life for his in the arena and B)She knows the second she starts picturing that image, she will yearn for it. And then the capital will rip it away from her.

This is supported in the epilogue, where she describes her overwhelming fear that she will have her daughter ripped away from her when she feels her growing inside her.

For obvious reasons, she closed off the consideration for being a parent while she was very young. She spent so much or her childhood, even before the hunger games, being traumatized by the world. Not just by the yearly reaping and by watching the games, but by extreme hunger. Having children is almost a selfish decision in her eyes, because of the hellish life she's led. She doesn't want to put her children through that. So she takes the choice off the table and decides its not an option. She won't even risk having a husband for fear of having them, why she's never even considered having a boyfriend or a lover.

In short, Katniss recognizes that the world is not safe. That, even if she is the best mother in the world, she cannot protect her children from the capital, from the games or from the world, so having them is something she simply won't consider, because the facts of her world make it the obvious choice. A lot of people who want kids in this reality, where we can largely protect our children, would make the same choice in her world. Gale even voices this mindset, but the idea that things can be any different is so ridicoulous and impossible to Katniss that she cannot allow herself even that. She's too traumaitized to even consider a better world, too hyperixated on the survivial of herself and those she loves that are already here.

But in the epilogue, she's healing. She can focus on other things now. She can enjoy things again. She's not scrambling to survive day to day. She doesn't need to hunt, she does it because she likes it. Slowly, she allows herself to feel safe.

She has bad days, and even describes being afraid of loosing what she has, highlighting that healing is not linear. But she's healed enough to the point that she feels safe enough to want things. Possibilities that she's never considered, never allowed herself to consider, are avaliable. She can finally allow herself to want children.

Because the world is finally safe enough for them to grow up in, and Katniss finally feels safe in that world. She acknowledges that it won't feel like that every day, that it doesn't, because healing is not linear and she'll always have good days and bad. But her healing has reached a point where she finally feels safe enough to want more than survival for herself and the people she already has. She wants to thrive.

[warcholica]

i really like the how the olgimskys designs in the first pathologic play around with material. obviously – mainly with fur.

big vlad has his huge fur coat – it's very much in spirit of his hes bourgeoisie caricature like design. it's arguably not the best looking and i dont think that's intentional – his coat in patho 2 is clearly supposed to look very cozy and nice. i actually like how symmetrically the fur falls in the upper back of the original design. it's charming. overall the coat really emphasizes this very old school idea of wealth.

it reads to me clearly as fashion, not as an uniform – alexanders outfit is very elaborate as well, but it does read very, well, governorish. vlads quite extravagant compared to the other rulers.

and that design philosophy is not really typical for pathologic, i don't really think it is – grief does fall into it a bit, but that's all. it makes vlad stand out in some really cool ways, as he has an unique silhuette. it's kind of insane how well theyre able deal with a character that has to overpass the barriers of their standard design. everyone knows that his face in p2 is like. insanely well made. but did you maybe notice how good his voice acting in the original pathologic is? ridicoulously good compared to like. anna. it really makes me wish they decided on more variety regarding other characters. oh well.

let's talk p1 kapella because shes obviously a showstopper. besides her obvious cuteness, i like how much it focuses on jeans as a material. it is, i think, a symbol of wealth in her case. i am polish and for me there was always this idea floating around than during the PRL period jeans was considered to be a luxury good.

(here it is represented in ryszard zamorski's sculpture "playboy"-- a pop art image of a smiling man covered in jeans from head to toe. fun. hip. well-off)

and so she is draped in jeans, just like her father is draped in fur – her wealth manifests clearly as well.

its also worth noting, that she has fur details on her collar too. that plays into the visual identity of them as a family – she is his daughter, she is a successor. i love her biig satin bow. so cute. makes her look like a very pretty rich girl. old-school wealth with a modern-ish twist.

and i think you already know where i'm going with this. yeah... vlad jr does not have any fur element in his p1 outfit. i like to overinterpret that.

like in the context, i feel fur represents mainly wealth – but it's also worth noting that it's a material foreign to the setting. i really like the spindle touch quote from p2

and i think it works for fur in p1 as well, although, obviously, every textile material comes from outside town.

but whats fur outside of that? lets think fur as a symbol a cruelty that also connects man with nature. fur as a terribly sensual material. ​

and vlad doesnt wear it: what are the reasons for that?

1. hes working with dirt. it would get dirty

2. he doesnt really like looking wealthy – hes not like the other olgimkys! the unusual simplicity is, to me, kind of reminicent of what victor is wearing – and vlads a successor to victor. in utopian ending hes supposed to tame maria/nina a little with his normalguyness. when you choose to do an utopian ending as artemy, he notes that maria will be dangerously wild without a husband

3. i think he denies himself luxury. because of how his shed looks i think hes an utopist that separates himself from the reality of his feelings – and so he separates himself from such a sensual material. but thats reallly a material for another, much more headcanonish post in which i will incorporate fragments from czesław miłosz's biography. i will make that one when ill play p2.

and btw: its a strange model, right? but i like it, i actually really do. i like how obviously blonde he is -- it is a soft callback to victoria. hes similar to her. her son.

also, i dont think it was intentional, i like how big he is in game. it feels like there is too much room for his soul in this body and so it echoes. i have the same feelings about like. ross from friends so thats more like a throwaway point.

it does manage to make him very much like a bussiness man – and vlad sr in his bourgouise caricature swag is very bussinessmannish as well. so maybe in that way he takes after him too? just a bit.

this is all very surface level analysis, but i do think about it a lot. i think p1 managed to communicate what it wanted to do with those characters very clearly through visual language.

[dao-the-starlight]

I've been writing for hours and need to cool down my brain for a minute, so uh here are some fun facts about my olnf MC Marceline over the different steps! Feel free to reblog this with your own MC fun facts, I'd love to hear them!

Step One:

Marceline doesn't really know how to speak English and they never really seriously learn (As in they don't ever take proper lessons), this is mostly due to their apraxia of speech! Back in France, Marceline was already facing enough grief over being unable to speak their native language "properly" and Opal recognized this and didn't want to add the stress of learning an entirely new language onto them as well. So as a compromise Opal would encourage Marceline to learn how to understand English, but never ever made them learn how to speak it. Course once they moved to Golden Grove Marceline just sorta picked up English naturally over the years, but for a while they could only really speak French!

They own a lot of animal plushies that are all named after the sounds they make, and Marceline loves to hold tea parties with them! (They've always wanted to hold a real tea party with their friends, but no one ever really accepted their invitations back in France)

Their favourite plushie is the first one they ever got as a baby, it's a sheep plushie with a cute bow and bell that they aptly named Bê-Bê. They get very protective over Bê-Bê and never let anyone else handle her, doesn't matter how close to them you are, hands off!

The white part of their hair is actually due to vitiligo! Basically the entire front part of their scalp is affected which causes their hair to be the white colour it is! (Yes the vitiligo does spread to other parts of their body as they age)

Step Two:

Says they don't have any hobbies or interests (Don't believe them they're lying to themselves, they just don't recognize their hobbies as hobbies since they feel they aren't important or "stand-out" like Qiu's ballet or Tamarack's cello playing)

Got really into growing flowers and has a ton of them growing all around the house (This is the main interest they say isn't an interest btw)

Also got ridicoulously fixated on praying mantises and dreams of owning one as a pet someday

Has their arm in a sling cast, it's a long story (No it's not they fell off their roof and got driven to the hospital by Mr.Baumann)

Step Three:

While they still don't speak often, when they do it's in a very melodic way that many say sounds like they're sorta singing. This is because they found out that talking to an imaginary melody is actually the easiest way for them to form words and sentences

Is quite literally never home. Like, ever. The only time they're home is in the early morning and/or when they need to tend to their flowers. Other than that they are always out somewhere in the town, and most often with no purpose they'll just go out and sit on a bench for the entire day and be like "This is the good life :)"

Got that praying mantis pet!!! She's actually a very recent addition to the house, her name is Giroflée (Or just Wallflower)

Secretly wants a tattoo and is conspiring to get one with Qiu now that they're 18 and don't need parental permission. Neither end up really going through with the idea though, not until step 4 at least

[lillforpolin]

I feel pretty confident in saying A will never be famous. I mean honestly she doesn’t have any skills to speak of. If she wants to be an influencer which her life doesn’t seem to interesting tbh she would need to be much more public facing. Luke is probably dragging down her career prospects

Wut?

Luke is dragging down her career prospects?

What prospects?

Go to TT Anon. There are ten thousands of fashion influencers prettier than her with a better style than a HB knock off. She only wears HB copies and Lolita sets. And trainers and pyjama trousers. And Luke's clothes that look ridicoulous on her bc she is very skinny and its like double oversized, not chic at all.

You will find a lot of make up tutorials. Half of them are real makeup artists with real knowledge beyond lipgloss. The other half is more beautiful than her. With good vocal abilities. I mean they are able to speak interestingly.

You will find a lot dancers. A lot of awesome, talented, amazing young dancers that make you drop your chin off.

You will find cringe infuencers too. Toilet twerkers. Girls her age pouting and twirling, doing nothing. Some of these have a huge follower number, up to millions. They have mostly local fan base, bc they are beauties of their own country or region. The bigger the country, the most followers. A will never get that in the Uk, she is not so beautiful to britton standard. But also not exotic enough.

And that is it.

She has nothing to give. Only L, who has a lot of millenial fans, who hates her. 🤷

And she is dragging him down.

It's a loose - loose situation.

I bet L already realized that. A bit too late, but he did. That is why he is hiding her.