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how and why the fuck did we get from this
to this
#stupid narrative regression#i don't like it AT ALL#he doesn't even look at her!#carm are your here or somewhere else?#you obvs didn't want to go to the dinner alone and YOU are the one who invited her#how dare you not to be glad she's here#boy don't make me mad#it will have consequences#sydcarmy#carmy x sydney#sydney adamu#carmen berzatto#the bear#the bear fx#the bear notes
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Sydney & Luca + glances I can't stop thinking about
THE BEAR (2022â) 3.10 | Forever
#sydney adamu#luca#sydney x luca#will poulter#ayo edebiri#the bear#the bear fx#the bear hulu#the bear season 3#the bear spoilers#thebearedit#tvedit#tvgifs#televisongifs#cinematv#aedebiriedit#wpoulteredit#look at this man appreciates her company!!#carmy could take a few notes#GOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS BUT I NEED THEM TOGETHER
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coming out as a "Will snores obnoxiously loud" and "Nico breaths so quietly you can barely tell hes alive" truther
#LISTEN OKAY. WILL WORKS CRAZY HOURS. EXHAUSTS HIMSELF PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY#hes going to snore. really loud. as soon as he hits the pillow.#its not uncommon for even people who dont snore! that i know anyways.#happened to family members of mine who dont usually snore#also additionally nico sleeps like a corpse so it works out for both of them#i think personally nico is usually like 3/4's awake but once his body actually lets him rest? out. gone.#sleep deprived x also sleep deprived for different reasons#also on a different note (slightly) i feel like will just grabs nico sometime in the middle of the night like hes his teddy bear#nico is lets himself get dragged into wills arms because he too. is completely and utterly asleep#solangelo#nico di angelo#will solace#the sun and the star#rrverse#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo
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I know those eyes.
[First] Prev <â-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#wen qing#wen ning#Sibling similarity but you only see it when you realize they have the same soggy eyes.#These two always struck me as a bit of a play on Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli for 'siblings who contrast each other.#But after spending a lot more time marinating on Wen Ning I actually think they are way more similar that is initially apparent.#Sure their surface level personality traits are pretty contrastive. But they both are so willing to risk their lives for what's right#Who raised them? In a story so full of examples of how parents shape their children - why are these two lacking in parents?#I imagine that Wen Qing is the older sibling and so her morals of 'help those who need it no matter who they are' got passed a long.#But how did *she* arrive there? Was that instilled within her or was it a reaction against bearing witness to callousness and cruelty?#We'll never know..the only thing I can say for certain is Wen Qing is *so* soggy in the audio drama.#She's like the ant with the bindle. It's a hell of a way to bring a previously sharp tongued character back into the narritive.#Side note: Thank you all for being so patient and kind while I took my break!#It's been a very chaotic few weeks and I didn't realize how bad my burnout was getting. I'm back and ready to keep drawing again!
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It's always interesting to see who prefers which one and why, but I really do think at the end of the day that Campaign 1 and Campaign 2 are equally good stories, it just heavily depends on personal preference. If you like a faster pace, deconstruction-to-reconstruction of archetypes, and classic fantasy vibes, you'll prefer C1; if you prefer a slower pace, high-concept character work, and political intrigue, you'll prefer C2. I'd be curious to see other commonly enjoyed media among fans who prefer one or the other.
#critical role#personally my hypothesis is people who prefer C1 would enjoy DC and people who prefer C2 would enjoy marvel#but there's no empirical evidence for that and it probably doesn't actually bear out#just interesting to note the similarities!
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I think Carmy and I shucked probably ten million of these peas...day in, day out like robots.
THE BEAR | 3.10: FOREVER
#the bear#the bear fx#thebearedit#cinemapix#dailyflicks#dixonscarol#filmtvcentral#televisiongifs#thebeartv#tvedit#userbarrow#userdiana#useremz#userrlaura#usermaguire#userstream#usersugar#*edits#sydney adamu#chef luca#will poulter#luca looks so proud of himself for that witty comeback lolz#they were so cute here#i hope carmy was taking mental notes from this convo đ
#scheduled post
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â lovecore PNGs made by me ŕŠâŠâ§âË
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#transparent png#pngs#png#aesthetic pngs#cute pngs#lovecore#pink#red#heart#hearts#mirror#washi tape#wallet#balloons#mouse#plushie#stuffed animal#bear#charms#sticky notes
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Near notifying Mello about the new friend he just madeđť
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The only demons I like in WHB are them . They are just so fucking adorable.






#what in hell is bad#whb memes#whb phenix#phenix#prettybusy what in âhellâ is bad?#whb#whb ronove#whb dantalian#my pookie bears#I got 3 holes for a reason đŁď¸đĽđĽđŁď¸đŁď¸#also Asmodeus in this game is shit and needs to fly away#also the angels are fucking awesome#on a side note : phenix is so so awesome#I'll go on a romantic date with him .#he'd be a blushing adorable mess#lust demons my pookies . You all deserve a better king
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This is late đ§ a day late. Uhhsha happy merry christmas holidays
#death note#near#death note fanart#my art#nate river#guys this was going to be a bigger piece#but I hated how it turned out! so I restarted it like 5 times#and now I canât bear to look at the whole thing. so hereâs near. just near#near making cookies. or something.#I hope everyoneâs holidays have been going well fr though đđ
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okay i know they went to university basically never because plot, but i'm forever amused by the idea of strangers seeing these two together and being baffled/wildly wrong about them
#yagami light#light yagami#L#l lawliet#death note#death note fanart#dn#jichanart#the contrast between them is just so fun#also. re: caption#i just imagine people being like âwow light is so considerate to be so friendly to someone that weirdâ#but in reality light cares more about L's opinion than everyone else's in the room combined#Two Very Normal Top Students Who Are Very Good Friends. Definitely#light being asked about L: âoh ryuzaki? he's a bit odd but he's a nice guy when you get to know him. smart too!â#light on the inside: I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM#these bitches are FAAAAAAKE so fake it's funny. so funny#L pretending he isn't annoying light on purpose and then light being forced to grin and bear it because they're in public
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Claire says 'Because you're the bear, and I remember you' (and don't even get me started on how cheesy it sounds). And I've been thinking about this line way too much. We all know that our memories are a very unreliable narrator. It distorts things, it makes them look better than they actually were, it veils all the bad things so they don't look so unpleasant and worth worrying about. It makes the act of overlooking much much easier. You mostly remember the good. And you remember it wrong. Put it together with the fact that people change, their lives, their surroundings, their goals, all these aspects. People either psychologically grow or they regress, but they can't stay the same. Anyway! My point is that Claire doesn't know Carmen at all, even though it might look like she really does, because she's known him since they were kids. Alas, she has an idea of him, a memory of who he once was, nothing more. Maybe they knew each other very well at some point in their lives. But now it'd be safe to say that it was a meeting of two strangers who look familiar. But that's where the knowledge ends. She knows things about him, but she doesn't know him.
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11 J and Carmy because I love the fluffy stuff.
I've written something rather romantic for you, the title can't be anything else than:

December 1st (Prompts from my seasonal prompt list: "Thank you for spending time with me today" & "First kiss") Carmen x gn!Reader 2000 words
âGood morning,â Carmen Berzatto greets you with a tentative smile, his breath clouding in the frosty morning air.
Your heart jumps, like every time Carmen comes, instead of Tina, to pick up the fresh dairy products.
âHello,â you wave from the open door, the sun shining into your eyes, unable to stop yourself from smiling back. âCome on in,â you beckon him as you see his red nose and cheeks, holding the heavy metal door open to let him inside the storage room.
Carmen steps inside, shoulders tense against the chill. He rubs his hands together briskly, the friction sending little clouds of warmth into the air. âColder than I thought itâd be,â he mutters, glancing around at the neatly stacked crates of milk and cream, along with various types of cheese.
You grab a clipboard from the hook near the door and pretend to study the inventory, but youâre acutely aware of every move he makesâthe way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the subtle dip of his head as he surveys the shelves.
âYou get used to it,â you reply, even though the truth is, youâve never really adjusted to the cold. Itâs just something you tolerate.
âDo you wanna take something extra?â you ask, and as you look up, you find Carmen already watching you. His eyes quickly dart away. He looks skinnier than the last time you saw him, his cheekbones protruding.
Carmen does want to take something extra, and he asks you a surprisingly huge amount of questions regarding butter and mature cheddar and Swiss cheese from Stockton. Usually, Carmy barely speaks â he quickly loads the crates and is off. Not today.
âSwiss, huh?â you prompt, watching him as he shoves his hands into his coat pockets. âYou planning a fondue night, Chef?â
Carmy huffs a laugh through his nose and shakes his head. âNo, just⌠experimenting. Trying to see what works with, uh, some new ideas.â His explanation comes out fast, like heâs rehearsed it, but the way he avoids your gaze makes you think thereâs more to it than that.
You glance over at the neatly wrapped blocks of Swiss cheese, then back at him. âAlright. But you usually know exactly what you want. Todayâs⌠different.â
That gets his attention. His eyes snap back to yours, wide for a moment before narrowing like heâs trying to read what you mean. âDifferent how?â
âDunno,â you shrug, though you absolutely do. âJust⌠youâre asking a lot of questions. Usually, itâs just a quick âheyâ and âthanks.ââ You keep your tone light, playful, but thereâs a part of you that wants to ask why he looks so worn down, why his usual confidence feels frayed at the edges.
Carmen glances at the crates and lets out a breath, his shoulders sagging slightly. âYeah. Sorry, Iâmâuhââ He pauses, scrubbing a hand down his face. âItâs ... the first of December.â
âItâs the first of December,â you repeat slowly after him. Surely, there must be more to it than just the beginning of a new month.
Carmy looks immediately regretful, his boots shuffling on the concrete floor. âFamily trauma,â he explains plainly. âChristmas. It always seems like once itâs December, I canât avoid it any longer.â
âOh.â For a moment, you donât know what to say. Carmen doesnât look at you, his eyes fixed on the floor like heâs bracing himself for judgmentâor maybe just for silence.
He huffs a bitter laugh, the kind that doesnât reach his eyes. âYeah. Sorry. Didnât mean to dump that on you.â He shifts his weight, his hands digging deeper into his coat pockets. âItâs not your problem.â
âMaybe not,â you say quietly, watching the way his shoulders curl inward, like heâs trying to make himself smaller. âBut that doesnât mean I donât care.â
You lean back against the shelf, crossing your arms to ward off the cold. âSo⌠Swiss cheese, huh?â you say, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground.
Carmen blinks, the corners of his mouth twitching like heâs trying to decide whether to let you change the subject. Finally, he gives a small nod. âYeah. Swiss cheese.â
You add the extra products to another crate, noting them on your list. Carmy pays, and you put the money into the cash box, then help him with the lighter crates into his car. Well, itâs Richieâs car; you already know that. Tina uses it too. Carmen shyly asks you to come along, explaining that they want to give you Bear Christmas Cookies, just as they do for all their suppliers. He shivers when saying âChristmas,â but you agree, quite happily, and get in the passenger seat. The car is cold too; the heating clearly doesnât work. You intentionally donât look around too much, just in case you spot something exceptionally gross in the clutter.
âIâm sorry for the state of the car. Itâs Richieâs,â he adds quickly. âThe only available car at the moment,â he winces.
âItâs fine,â you smile at him.
The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence for a moment, the hum of the carâs engine filling the space between you. The city streets blur past outside, with festive lights strung across lampposts and storefronts, their warm glow a sharp contrast to the December chill.
At the restaurant, you help Carmen get the products to the walk-in fridge. The kitchen is empty, being Monday morning, and gives off a completely different vibeâa bit sad, maybe. It makes you wonder if thatâs one of the reasons Carmyâs been stalling so much today.
When you bring in the last crate, setting it on the metallic counter with a clang, Carmenâs there with a round, dark blue tin. As he hands it to you, your fingertips touch, fueling your well-nourished crush, and you canât help but want more of him.
âThank you,â you say, studying the Bear logo on the lid. âIâll make sure to share it with the rest of the team,â you tell him. âEven though I donât want to.â
That makes Carmen bark out a laugh, one that sounds genuine for once.
As thereâs nothing else to do, the moment starts to stretch awkwardly.
âYou know, maybe itâs not my place to say thisââ you start bravely, âbut I think a cup of coffee or tea would cheer you up.â
Carmenâs brows lift slightly, his lips parting like heâs about to respond, but he hesitates, caught off guard. âYeah?â He looks down at the tin still in your hands, then back up at you.
You shift your weight, feeling the sudden urge to backpedal, but youâve come this far. âYeah,â you say, steadier now. âI mean, itâs cold as hell, itâs Monday, and you look like you could use⌠I donât know. A minute to just breathe.â
Carmen huffs a small laugh, though itâs quieter this time. âIs it that obvious?â
You tilt your head, giving him a playful look. âLetâs just say youâre not exactly radiating holiday cheer.â
Carmen snorts and then says, decidedly, âOkay.â
Itâs not a surprise to find out that the chef doesnât know any nearby places that specialize in beverages, so you lead the way to the first decent-looking coffee house one street over. You order an almond milk latte, while he has chamomile tea, and then pays for both of you without hesitation.
The two of you lapse into a hesitant talk at a corner table with two armchairs, the hum of conversation and the clinking of cups filling the space around you. Outside, the festive lights strung across the street sway gently in the breeze, their glow reflecting on the window.
As much as your heart is ready to give out, with your fingers tapping nervously against the ceramic mug, a careful conversation develops. You talk about your job at the Home Produce shop, sharing gossip about all the other restaurants and chefs that buy from you.
When Carmen does speak, you canât help but sneak glances at his tattooed hands, the ones you canât get out of your head. Unfortunately, youâre pretty sure Carmen catches you on one or two occasions but doesnât say anything.
The conversation moves on to other topics, like favorite dishes, shared horror stories about difficult customers, and even the occasional joke. Youâre pleased to see Carmy relaxing, taking off his quilted coat. Meanwhile, youâre wearing only your thick woolen jumper and a long red scarf, the coffee adding a very pleasant warmth to the mix.
Things take a turn when Carmen starts sharing half-explained stories about his family and the Seven Fishes tradition: festive cooking, car crashes, divorces, moving to New Yorkâall without mentioning Christmas once.
You listen carefully, letting Carmy know youâre there, willing to help him carry a bit of the burden.
âEverything was always⌠too much,â he says, his gaze fixed on his tea, now lukewarm. âLoud. Messy. No one ever sat still long enough to actually⌠enjoy it, you know?â
You nod, watching him carefully, letting the words settle in the air. âAnd New York?â you prompt gently, sensing that he needs a nudge.
He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âI thought it would be different. It wasnât. Just⌠louder. More people, more pressure. The only time I really liked Christmas was when I was on shift. Cooking. It was the only time I could control anything.â
Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice, the way he talks about control like itâs both a lifeline and a curse.
âYouâre good at it, though,â you say softly. âThe cooking, I mean.â
Carmen fidgets with his sleeve, his fingers brushing against the edge of the table, and you realize heâs looking at youânot quite directly, but close enough that your pulse quickens.
âYouâre easy to talk to,â he says suddenly, like the thought just slipped out.
You blink, caught off guard. âOh. Well, uhâthank you.â Your nervous laugh fills the space as you grip your mug a little tighter.
You feel like youâre dancing around each other a little, trying to figure out where you stand or if thereâs any affection coming from the other person. Itâs exhilarating and a bit terrifying at the same time. You really want Carmen to like you, and you have nothing else to offer but honesty and openness.
Itâs almost 1 p.m. when you get up, your stomach rumbling, murmuring something about having to get back to work. Carmen offers to drive you back, which you accept gladly. As soon as you both get into the car, you canât help but shiver from the cold outsideâand inside, as well.
âOh, here you go,â Carmen shrugs off his warm jacket and drapes it over your arms before he starts the engine. The gesture takes you by surprise, and you blush furiously into your sweaterâs neck.
When he parks and shuts off the engine, the sudden quiet feels almost intimate. He turns to you, his expression softer than youâve ever seen it. âThanks for spending time with me today,â he says, his voice sincere. âYou didnât have to.â
âI know I didnât have to,â you cut in, a little sharper than you mean to, but his self-deprecation stirs something protective in you. âBut I wanted to. Because itâs you.â
The words hang there, and for a second, you wonder if youâve said too much. His eyes search yours, and you can tell heâs caught off guard, maybe even a little unsure what to do with the kindness.
âIâm not great at this,â he finally says, his voice low, like itâs a confession. âTalking about⌠stuff.â
âClearly,â you tease, trying to lighten the mood, though your smile is gentle. âBut you donât have to talk, you know. Not if you donât want to.â
He exhales slowly, his breath curling in the frosty air like smoke. Youâre unsure if heâs about to speak, but then he does something else entirely. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, plain and sweet. Instantly, it ignites a fire inside of you, the flames making your cheeks burn despite the cold.
For a moment, the world narrows to just that touchâfleeting, but enough to send your heart racing. When he pulls back, Carmen looks almost as surprised as you feel, his cheeks flushed, eyes wide like heâs already second-guessing himself.
âSorry,â he mutters, voice barely above a whisper. âIâI shouldnât haveââ
âDonât,â you interrupt, your voice steady even though your pulse is anything but. âDonât apologize.â
His eyes dart to yours, searching, as if heâs trying to figure out if you mean it.
âI⌠Iâve been wanting to do that,â he admits, his voice rough and hesitant, like the words are being pulled out of him against his better judgment.
You bite your lip to keep from grinning too wide. âMe too,â you confess.
#if this doesn't get more than four notes I'm only ever gonna write smut honestly :D#the bear#carmy berzatto#my writing#my fic#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen x reader#carmen berzatto x gn reader#carmy x you#carmy x reader#the bear fanfic#the bear fanfiction#carmen berzatto fanfic#carmen berzatto fic#the bear christmas fic
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bocchi the snail

Day 76: *snail noises*
#bocchi the rock!#daily bocchi#bocchi the rock#hitori gotoh#this'll be the last notes app masterpiece for a bit!!#finally secured a chair so I'll be able to sit down and draw at my pc again#thank you for bearing with me in this trying time
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need him in a way that is unquantifiable and indescribable
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