#this post is just an excuse for me to complain ngl

[vibelladonna]

✑ 𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝜗𝜚 𝓉𝓀𝒶𝓉𝒷 𝓂𝑒𝓃

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: The TKATB men are so into people of all sizes, and honestly, it’s kinda refreshing to think about how each of them would be low-key obsessed with their partner’s body, but in a way that totally fits their vibe. Like, I can so see it—each of them having their own quirky, unique way of being all about it...

But in their weird, lovable ways ! !

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions. 

Honestly, it’s just too cute how they’d love and appreciate their partner no matter what! But ngl, I was a little nervous writing and posting this because, like, I kinda have body issues myself, and this is such a touchy topic. I honestly have no idea how my dearest readers are gonna feel about it, so just consider this your warning!

[ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

✑ 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒

Crow’s the type to compare you to the stars and gods before you even get a chance to complain.

You shuffled around your room, digging through your clothes for something cute but effortless.

You and Crowe didn’t need a reason to go out—any excuse to be together worked. Tonight, it was just a quiet evening under the stars, the kind of night that made the world feel a little more intimate, where it was just the two of you, no pressure.

Truth be told, the date was more of an excuse to hang out, but with Crowe around, even the simplest plans felt like an adventure—whether it was a quiet walk in the park or something a little more exciting.

Crowe leaned against the doorframe, arms casually crossed, his eyes following every movement you made as you sifted through your wardrobe. He had this look on his face—a quiet admiration, the kind that made your pulse quicken and your cheeks flush, even after all this time. Like there was something about the way he looked at you, like you were the most captivating thing in the room, and it made everything inside you feel just a little bit lighter.

"Hey," Crowe’s voice broke through your thoughts, smooth and warm, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. "You look absolutely stunning today."

You glanced over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow with an amused grin. "Crowe, I’ve been wearing this all day. Are you seriously still going to compliment me like I’m some cover model?"

His smile widened, that mischievous gleam never leaving his deep blue eyes. "Well, if you were in a magazine, it’d be the one everyone’s been dying to read. Trust me, dearest, you always look like a million bucks."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. 

It was ridiculous how easy it was for him to get under your skin in the best way possible. "You’re soooo impossible, you know that?"

Crowe just shrugged, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Impossible? Maybe. But you love it."

He pushed off from the doorframe and strolled into the room, his presence filling the space with ease. His gaze never left you as he leaned against the dresser, arms folding casually.

 You noticed how he was always so effortlessly cool—never rushing, never anxious, just... there. 

So certain of himself, yet always so attuned to you.

"Seriously though, for me,” You started, voice lowering just a little, that familiar warmth in it, “Personally for me, I can’t get over how you move. Like... the way your hips sway when you walk? The whole room might as well stop for a moment. You know that, right?" You joked. No, you not because you swear Crowe can be a damn model himself if he wanted to, he’s simply so pretty to look at, fuck.

A laugh bubbled up in his chest, though he tried to hide it with a dismissive wave. "Oh, stop it. Who’s gonna believe you? You’re trying to take my charmer side anyway. You’d have anyone eating out of the palm of your hand if you tried hard enough."

Crowe’s eyes softened, and there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. It only lasted for a second, but it was enough to make you pause. He took a step closer, his fingers brushing against your arm as he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The touch lingered just a beat longer than necessary, and your breath caught in your throat.

"Maybe," he said quietly, his voice more sincere than you expected, "maybe they’re all just intimidated by how amazing you are. But you don’t need to worry about that. I’ve got your back. Always."

The words hit you harder than you anticipated. 

For someone who didn’t ask for help, Crowe had a way of offering it without hesitation. You couldn’t help but feel a little lighter in his presence like all the weight you carried was a little easier to bear when he was around.

"Why do you never ask for help, Crowe?" you blurted out, the question slipping before you could stop it. "You do everything for everyone else, but when it comes to you… it’s like you don’t want anyone to see you need anything."

Crowe let out a soft chuckle, his usual teasing smile curling up at the corners of his lips. "What can I say? I’m your knight in shining armor. I’m here to protect you, not the other way around."

You shook your head, affection flooding your chest despite his teasing. "You're not just a knight, Crowe. You’re my savior," you whispered, meeting his gaze with a look that felt a little too intense. "But that doesn’t mean you have to carry everything on your own."

He leaned in just slightly, his playful grin slipping into something more tender. "I know, I know. I just don’t want to burden you with my stuff. Besides..." He stepped closer, the air between you two thick with that warm energy he always carried. "I don’t mind being the one to take care of you. Who wouldn’t want to look after the most amazing person in the room?"

You blinked up at him, about to respond, but his gaze shifted. "Hey," he said, his tone suddenly more serious. "What's going on? You’ve been quiet for a bit."

You sighed, shrugging. 

"I dunno, just… I’ve been feeling off. About my body, I guess."

Crowe’s brow furrowed, instantly on alert. "What? What’s wrong with your body?" His voice had this sharp concern in it that only made your stomach flip, though you tried to push it away.

"Just... not feeling my best," you muttered, clearly frustrated.

The second the words left your mouth, Crowe’s eyes lit up with pure determination. He took a step back, scanning you like you were the most captivating thing he’d ever seen, his gaze never leaving you.

"Okay, hold on," he said, taking a dramatic breath like he was about to drop the most epic revelation of the century. "Do you hear yourself? You—" He paused, eyes sparkling as if he were about to tell you a secret that would change your life. 

"You’re like... a celestial being of pure power and grace. Honestly, I’m pretty sure Anubis would be jealous. Or like... every celestial god ever, really. You’re out here walking into a room and making time stop, love.”

He flung his arms out dramatically as though trying to capture your essence in the air. "The way you move? It's like you're in an art gallery, and the world is your canvas. Like, are you sure you’re not secretly a god in disguise? 'Cause I'm starting to believe it."

You blinked at him, struggling not to burst out laughing, a rush of warmth in your chest. 

"Crowe, you are so over the top."

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head as though you were the one being ridiculous. "And you’re really gonna argue with me on this? Have you even seen how perfectly you fit in my arms? I’m the lucky one here. I get to hold you.” He said.

“You’re the definition of perfection. There’s no one like you."

Crowe’s voice was low, almost hypnotic, as his hand brushed across your side, his fingers tracing along your waist in a way that made your skin prickle.

You gave him a soft smile, but inside, you were fighting the urge to blush, to get all sentimental. Instead, you turned back to your closet, trying to keep things casual.

"Well, if you're gonna keep looking at me like that, I’m never gonna finish getting dressed," you said, trying to sound unbothered. "We’ve got a date night to get to, remember?"

Crowe chuckled, stepping closer, his hand lingering on your arm before sliding down to your hip. "Right, right. How could I forget? The stars, your company... it’s literally the best combination."

You turned to face him, giving him a pointed look. 

“Keep it in your pants, Crowe.”

His smile? Immediate. Unrepentant.

That look in his eye practically screamed ‘I heard what you said and I’m choosing violence anyway.’ He leaned against the doorframe like he was posing for a fantasy romance cover, smirking with the confidence of a man who absolutely should not be trusted near you.

“Oh, I’d gladly take you down under the stars,” he said, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. “You and me, the moonlight, a blanket, zero regrets. It would be perfect.”

You deadpanned. And then you launched the nearest pillow at his smug face with all the grace of divine judgment. Sins begone.

Of course, because he was Crowe, he dodged it with annoying precision, laughing like you’d just confessed your undying love rather than threatened him with soft furniture.

“Seriously?” you muttered. “You were literally raised by etiquette textbooks. How are you still this—this?”

He waggled his eyebrows. “Sinful? Irresistible? Blessed by the stars and burdened with unholy charm?”

“Unholy something,” you mumbled.

Crowe placed a hand over his heart like you’d just stabbed him—dramatically, of course. “You wound me. I’m simply a man in awe of a goddess.”

You sighed, dragging a hand down your face. “You’re so extra.”

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough to be dangerous again. “Yeah, but you love it.”

You groaned like your soul was trying to leave your body, and he took that as a yes, the audacity radiating off him like heat off asphalt. With a wink and a mock salute, he opened the door—pausing dramatically in the doorway, because of course he did.

“Now, please hurry. We’re getting you out there like the celestial deity you are.”

And just like that, your infuriating, charming disaster of a man disappeared down the hallway, probably to go flirt with the moon or compose love sonnets in your name.

You couldn’t even be mad. He really did have a loving heart… buried somewhere underneath the twenty layers of dramatic flair, star metaphors, and relentless flirtation.

Ugh, Crowe knows how to work his charm with those words.

I���ll never forget my first love, I missed writing him.

✑ 𝓈𝑜𝓁

Sol’s the type who can see every curve of you effortlessly.

Sol stood back, his brush poised in the air as he looked at the canvas in front of him, deep in thought. 

The faint hum of the radio playing some emo-ass music added an artistic charm to the atmosphere. He was always so serious about his art, and you loved how passionate he could get when he was working on something.

"Hey," he finally spoke, his voice soft but filled with curiosity, "I need your help with something... and it’s a little out of the ordinary."

You looked up, a bit confused. "What do you need help with?"

He hesitated for a moment, eyes flickering between you and the canvas. "I want to paint you," he said, gesturing toward the canvas with a flick of his brush. "But not just any regular painting... I want to cover your body in paint. Think of it like... a living piece of art."

You blinked, trying to process what he meant. "Wait, like... actually painting my body? You want me to stand still while you paint me?"

Sol gave a shy, almost embarrassed smile, his green streaks shifting slightly as he adjusted his half-up-half-down hair. "Yeah, I know it’s a bit unconventional, but... I think it’ll be beautiful. The way the paint will move with your body... it’ll be like... history in motion." He hesitated again, as if second-guessing himself. "If you’re comfortable with it, of course."

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the quiet passion for his art, and how much he valued your trust in him. You took a deep breath, trying to hold back the nervousness creeping up your spine. "Okay, Sol, let’s do it. Just... no weird historical poses, all right?"

He chuckled softly, his crimson-red eyes lighting up. "I promise, no Renaissance art poses... unless you want me to," he teased, giving you a playful wink.

You laughed, the tension in your shoulders easing. "All right, all right, I’ll trust you with this. But you better make me look like a masterpiece."

Sol moved around you, his movements fluid and focused, as he carefully applied the paint to your skin. The quiet hum of classical music filled the room, but his presence—his calm, steady presence—was what made everything feel still and serene. 

You stood there, wrapped in a moment that felt intimate in a way you hadn't anticipated. It wasn’t just about the painting; it was about the way he made you feel: seen, appreciated, cherished.

But as you stood there, exposed and vulnerable in front of him, a nagging thought crept into your mind.

What if you’re not good enough?

You shifted uncomfortably, your thoughts turning inward as Sol’s brush strokes continued. 

What if your body isn’t the kind of art he deserves to paint? 

You began to pick apart every little imperfection, feeling the weight of your insecurities pressing in.

Sol paused, sensing the change in your energy. He tilted his head slightly, studying you with those intense, almost ethereal eyes—one orange, one color—and then gently placed his brush down. He took a slow step closer, his gaze never leaving you. His hand, warm and soft, found its way to your waist, the touch small but grounding.

"Hey," he said, his voice thoughtful, a slight warmth in it that only seemed to intensify the affection he always had for you. "I can tell what you're thinking. But listen to me, all right?" He took a breath, his expression softening even more. 

"You’re... beautiful, in ways that can’t be captured by any brush or canvas. Not even the greatest painters could do justice to how... real you are."

His hand slid up your side, just a simple, reassuring gesture, but the warmth of it wrapped around you like a blanket. You opened your mouth to protest, but he shook his head gently, his fingers brushing your skin in a way that made you stop.

"You remind me of something... a quote from one of my favorite writers," Sol murmured, his voice just above a whisper. "Edgar Allan Poe once wrote, 'Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.'"

You met his gaze, a flicker of confusion in your eyes.

Sol’s lips curled into a small smile, and his hand cupped your chin gently, guiding your face up to meet his gaze fully. 

"He meant that real beauty isn’t just about what you see, but how it makes you feel. How it moves you. And you, in your own way, are the kind of beauty that excites the soul—makes it feel something deep."

The quiet sincerity in Sol’s voice caught you off guard, his usual playful demeanor nowhere to be found. It wasn’t the loud, dramatic show of affection you’d expect from him—it was deeper, more subtle. So much deeper, in fact, that it almost took your breath away.

Sol was always ready with a quip or some teasing remark, his sense of humor a shield against vulnerability. But in this moment, he didn’t need humor. He didn’t need to hide behind sarcasm or wit. His love, his admiration, was felt in the smallest gestures: the way his fingers brushed the side of your waist, the way he leaned just a little bit closer during moments of silence, and the way his eyes never seemed to stray from you when you were together.

“You’re perfect just the way you are,” he whispered, his voice warm, and surprisingly serious. His hand traced the curve of your waist slowly as if memorizing the feel of you under his touch. "Nothing about you needs to change, not a thing."

You blinked, caught off guard by the weight of his words. 

There was no teasing, no lighthearted comment to follow. 

Just a simple truth that settled in your chest, easing the tension you didn’t even know was there.

"You don’t need to be anything else," Sol added softly, his voice so low it was almost a murmur. 

"You already are such a wonderful masterpiece."

You stood there, stunned for a moment. His fingers lingered on you like a quiet promise, and your insecurities—the ones that had been gnawing at you all day—seemed to melt away. 

There was no need for you to hide or change. 

In his eyes, you were enough. Perfect.

As he took a step back, his eyes moved over you again, but this time, it wasn’t the eyes of an artist, studying a piece of work. No, this time it was the look of someone who had already decided you were beautiful, flaws and all. Every curve, every imperfection was part of something that made you real, something that made you whole.

He gave you a smile—soft, almost proud. 

“You’re more beautiful than any painting I could ever create,” he said, his words coated in genuine admiration, the kind that made your chest swell with something almost too tender to describe.

“And I’m lucky I get to call you mine.”

Your heart warmed at the sentiment, but then, the mischievous glint returned to his gaze. Just as quickly as the vulnerability appeared, it was replaced with his usual cocky swagger. But the words still lingered, melting the tension in your chest.

You took a step back, shifting your body slowly, deliberately. 

A wicked grin spread across your face as you rolled your hips, just enough to send him a signal—something that would make him squirm.

“Lucky, huh?” you purred, voice smooth and teasing, your movements slow as you turned your back to him, knowing full well he was watching. You exaggerated the sway of your hips, pushing your body against him just enough for him to feel it. The way his breath hitched told you everything you needed to know.

His face turned crimson almost instantly, and you could see the telltale signs of him trying to play it cool like he hadn’t just been put on the spot.

“Careful there,” you teased, stepping closer again, your body brushing against his with purpose. 

“You might just find out how lucky you really are.”

Sol’s jaw clenched, eyes widening as he tried to regain his composure. But it was obvious. You had him flustered. The cocky grin faltered just slightly as he cleared his throat, a sheepish laugh slipping past his lips.

“I—uh—I'm always lucky, right?” he said, his voice faltering for a second before he cleared his throat again, cheeks still flushed. “You’re just, you know... distracting.”

You turned back to face him with a playful, knowing smile, eyes flickering over him. “Distracting?” You raised an eyebrow, lips curling into something more mischievous. “I’m not that distracting.”

“Y-You are,” he sputtered, his face burning brighter as he tried to backpedal, but his words were slipping out in a tangled mess. “I’m just trying to say—I mean, you’re—uh, distractingly... perfect. Happy?”

You could see the way Sol was trying to keep it together, his usual cocky demeanor slowly unraveling under the weight of your teasing. His face was flushed, and his breath was a little shallow—oh, you had him right where you wanted him. 

You couldn’t help but let a small, satisfied grin slip across your face as you brushed a finger down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.

“Happy, but I think you’re still a little... flustered,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing, barely above a breath.

Sol’s lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he just stood there, cheeks flaming red, clearly at a loss for how to keep his cool. His usual confident swagger had disappeared, leaving him with nothing but his flushed skin and that almost desperate look in his eyes.

“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice gruff, though it didn’t quite match the tenderness he was clearly trying to hide. That smile—just the slightest tug at the corner of his lips—gave him away.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much,” he added, his words soft but full of warmth, like he couldn’t quite decide whether to laugh or pull you closer.

“Well,” you purred, leaning in so your lips were almost touching the shell of his ear, your voice barely a whisper. “Maybe I’ll stop distracting you... if you can keep your cool next time.”

Sol’s throat tightened as he struggled to form a coherent response, his eyes still fixed on you with that heated, almost predatory intensity. He cleared his throat, his hands finding the back of his neck in a desperate attempt to regain some control. 

“No promises,” he muttered, his voice slightly strained, clearly trying to hold it together. “But, uh... you’re lucky I don’t mind a little distraction... with you.”

You smirked at his struggle to hide his arousal, stepping back just enough to give him a little space. But not too much. You wanted him to feel it, feel how much you had him on the edge.

“Mmm, I think I’ve got you figured out,” you said with a sly grin, letting your words settle in the air between you two.

Sol let out a soft laugh, but it didn’t sound as confident as before. “Yeah, you do,” he said, still a little flustered, his cocky edge barely hanging on. “And if you keep this up, you might just make me say something... really cheesy.”

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you took a step back, your body deliberately moving in a way that made his eyes follow your every movement. He didn’t even try to hide the way his gaze lingered on you, the heat of his stare nearly tangible.

“Maybe I’ll make you,” you teased, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “We’ll see how much you can handle.”

And just as he took a breath to respond, you pounced.

In a flash, you had him pinned beneath you, his back hitting the ground with a soft thud as you straddled him with confidence. His breath hitched, a surprised gasp escaping his lips, but you didn’t give him time to adjust. 

You leaned in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Now, tell me, Sol... can you finish your artwork now? Or will I be too much of a distraction?”

Sol’s eyes widened, a mix of frustration and desire flickering in his gaze as you pressed your body into his, feeling every inch of him tense beneath you. His hands hovered just at your sides, like he was trying so hard to keep them from pulling you closer—yet, you could feel the unspoken tension in his every muscle.

“I—I’m trying to focus,” he stammered, his voice lower now, almost a growl, but the way his hips shifted told you everything. “But you’re making it... really hard to concentrate.”

You smiled, leaning down to brush your lips across his jawline, just soft enough to send a shiver down his spine. “You’ll deal with it later, Sol,” you teased, the promise of something far more tantalizing hanging between your words. 

“Finish your art. And then, we’ll see what happens next.”

You could feel his restraint crumbling beneath you, and for the first time in a while, you saw Sol’s usual cockiness falter completely. It was a thrilling, heady sensation—watching him lose control, and knowing you were the one who had done it.

Who would've thought the artist would paint you like this, huh?

See? I’m not always mean when it comes to writing Sol. I’ll admit, he’s a cutie—though, we still have some unfinished business.

✑ 𝑔𝑒𝑜

Geo’s the type whose sharp eyes catch everything.

You and Geo were on one of your usual thrift store trips, strolling down the quiet strip just a few blocks from your place. The sun was starting to dip, casting a soft golden hue over the old, eclectic shops.

Geo, however, was clearly not thrilled. He was practically dragged here, grumbling under his breath as you walked past the piles of secondhand clothes and dusty shelves.

“God, this place is a hellhole,” he muttered, his nose wrinkling as he glanced around with disgust. “It’s like someone’s idea of a landfill masquerading as a boutique.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending you didn’t hear him complain every single time. “Come on, Geo. You might actually find something cool.”

He shot you a look, his arms crossed like he was waiting for an excuse to leave. “Cool? Cool? This place is so fucking dirty. The air smells like regret and broken dreams. It’s a maze of filth,” he scoffed, making a show of wiping his hands like he'd just touched something radioactive.

You smirked, unfazed. “Well, you’ll survive. I’m taking you to one of the nicer ones today, alright? You’ve got no excuse.”

Geo shot you a side-eye, clearly unimpressed. “Expensive thrift stores are still thrift stores. Don’t try to trick me into thinking they’re anything special.”

You shrugged. “Hey, it’s cleaner. And you can’t argue with the fact that you always end up paying for everything. So really, what’s the harm?”

He groaned, clearly not thrilled with the idea, but you knew how this would go. As much as he hated it, Geo was a sucker for your little adventures. You’d pick out a few things, he’d end up covering the bill, and you’d both walk out with something—him reluctantly admitting it wasn’t all bad, though he’d never say it out loud.

“Fine,” Geo grumbled, his gaze sliding across the racks with disdain. “But if I end up covered in dust and smelling like something dead, I’m blaming you.”

You grinned, knowing exactly how it would play out. 

Even if he hated it, Geo would never let you pay. As smug as he was, he always made sure you didn’t spend a dime—something about “his pride,” or whatever.

It was so classic Geo.

The soft jingling of a store’s bell announced your arrival at yet another quaint little shop, and as usual, Geo wasted no time diving into the racks. You followed behind, casually scanning the shelves for anything that caught your eye.

Geo, however, was on a mission. “Don’t even think about it,” he muttered, his eyes flickering over to the fast food stand on the corner of the street as you passed by.

“I wasn’t going to,” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

“Good.” He gave you that look—the one that screamed, I know better. The guy was an archer, after all—his entire lifestyle revolved around staying in top shape. Hell, he probably had a personal trainer on speed dial.

“Stay away from that junk,” he added, nodding toward the fast food stand, his tone like he was advising you on life or death decisions. “It’s just gonna sit on your hips.”

You shot him a teasing glance, the corner of your lips lifting. “Not everyone’s obsessed with being ‘perfect,’ you know?”

Geo huffed, a dramatic eye roll matching yours. “I’m just saying, you’ve got a good thing going,” he said, flicking his hand at your body like he was some sort of health guru. “Don’t ruin it with greasy fries and burgers.”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the authority on perfection. Should I start taking notes on your diet and workout routine?”

Geo shrugged, before looking at a rack of clothes, “I mean,” he said nonchalantly, “if you want to look like me, sure.”

“You’re so humble,” you shot back sarcastically, you shook your head, amused at how seriously he took it all.

After a few more minutes of browsing, you spotted a cute outfit in the corner and grabbed it, excited to try it on. You made your way to the fitting rooms, with Geo trailing behind. He stayed near the entrance, leaning against the wall like he couldn’t care less about what you were doing. But you knew better—he was always paying attention. Even when he tried to act bored, his eyes still flickered around, making sure everything was in place. 

It was one of the things that made Geo so undeniably… Geo.

Once inside the fitting room, you stared at yourself in the mirror, a familiar wave of self-doubt creeping up on you. The outfit fit fine—better than fine, really—but something about it didn’t feel right. You pulled at the fabric, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, but your eyes kept drifting to the parts of yourself you didn’t quite love. The parts you wished you could change. 

The outfit? It was cute. 

You just… weren’t sure you were. Maybe you do eat too much fast food, you thought, your fingers lightly brushing your stomach as your insecurities whispered in the back of your mind.

As you stared at your reflection, lost in your own head, the soft scrape of the curtain being pushed aside snapped you out of it. You turned quickly, heart skipping a beat, expecting an employee. But no—it was just Geo, tall and unimpressed, his sharp eyes flicking over the cramped fitting room like it offended him. He stood there like he owned the place, his arms crossed, with his usual air of perpetual irritation.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” you snapped, defensive and flustered.

Geo didn’t even flinch. His tone was dry, like he was bored of the question already. “You’re taking forever. And... you sounded upset. Figured I’d come in before you started crying and ruined the outfit.”

You rolled your eyes. “Geo, you can’t just barge in—”

“I just did.”

He stepped inside fully, letting the curtain fall behind him. The air in the small space changed the second he did. It was suddenly warmer. Closer. He scanned you from head to toe, but not in a crude way—he was calculating, studying, like he was mapping out your insecurities before you could say them aloud.

You crossed your arms over your chest instinctively.

“You look fine,” he said, blunt as ever. “Better than fine, actually. But you're standing there like you're about to throw up.”

You looked away. “It’s just— I don’t feel…”

Geo exhaled through his nose, annoyed, stepping in until he was right in front of you. He reached out, uninvited but unthreatening, and adjusted the strap of your top, letting his knuckles brush your shoulder. The touch was light, almost imperceptible. But it grounded you. He always knew how to do that—make a mess feel stable without saying much at all.

“Shut up,” he said gently, though the edge in his voice never softened. “You're fine. You always are.”

But that wasn’t enough. Not today. 

You pulled away, sinking onto the small bench in the corner, your face twisting with something hurt and frustrated.

“You’re always such an asshole,” you muttered, arms crossing tightly. “I should’ve taken Crowe with me on this thifting trip. At least he wouldn’t make me feel like garbage.”

That stopped him.

Geo stared at you. Not in anger. Not even in annoyance. Just… still. Then, quietly, he crouched down in front of you, folding his long limbs with unnatural grace, eyes level with yours. It was startling. Geo never lowered himself. Never came down to anyone’s level. 

He didn’t believe in it. And yet—here he was. 

Sitting in front of you like he was trying to offer you something raw.

“You want me to say sorry,” he said, more a statement than a question.

And you… nodded. Slowly. Hesitantly. Because yeah, it did hurt. You didn’t care what most people thought of your body. But him? He could wound you without even trying.

He sighed again, but not in exasperation. In surrender. “Fine,” he said suddenly, voice barely above a murmur, “we can have fast food.”

You blinked, stunned. That was so not the point—but before you could respond, his hand lifted.

His fingers—rough, calloused from years of archery and too many fights—skimmed lightly along the side of your neck. A breath caught in your throat. He traced the curve of your collarbone, like he was memorizing it all over again. Deliberate. Gentle. And then he touched the chain you wore—the one he gave you.

The pad of his thumb ran along the charm resting just above your heart, as if to remind you: he chose this for you. A twin to the one hidden beneath the collar of his hoodie, always worn, never shown. Just like his affection.

“You like where we go,” he said, voice low and steady, “You like the way I treat you when we’re out. I know you do.”

Your breath hitched, eyes wide, lips parting—but he was already closing the space between you.

“You like,” he continued, leaning forward, “that I know what makes you feel safe…”

And then his face—his sharp, pretty face—pressed into the curve of your shoulder blade. Not your shoulder. Not your collar. But the space right between—intimate, vulnerable. The tip of his nose grazed your skin, breath warm as it spilled across your back.

“I know what makes you feel good,” he whispered, the words shaped more from instinct than desire, “what makes you feel wanted… even when I don’t know how to want people the way everyone else does.”

You felt the shift before you saw it—his body bracketing yours, hand pressed to the wall beside your head. 

Not caging. Not crowding. Protecting.

Always that careful restraint, like he was made of sharp edges but would never dare cut you.

“I’ll say sorry,” he murmured, voice rough silk, his lips so close now they practically breathed against your skin, “a thousand times if that’s what it takes. For making you think I see you as anything less. I don’t.”

He pulled back just far enough to meet your eyes, and when he did—God. Geo didn’t just look at you. He studied you. 

His expression stayed unreadable, that same carved stone stoicism—but his gaze roamed, reverent and scorching, memorizing the parts of you he’d always admired but rarely said aloud.

“You don’t get it,” he said, voice lower now, almost reverent. 

“I see everything.”

His eyes flicked downward. Not in a crude way—no. It was hungrier than that and deeper. A slow drag of attention across the slope of your shoulders, the curve of your chest, the way your waist dipped into your hips. Every place your body softened, or pressed tight against your clothes, or creased when you moved—he drank it in like he owned the knowledge of you.

“Doesn’t matter what you're wearing. You could be in a hoodie three sizes too big or nothing at all, and I’d still be trying to memorize the way it fits around you.”

His hand ghosted along your side, not quite touching, but it made your skin light up anyway.

“I’ll let you hit me, if that’ll help,” he said, and this time his voice cracked, just a little. “I’ll get on my knees. I’ll beg.”

You could feel it—his tension. 

The weight of it in the way his jaw clenched, like it killed him to say that but he meant it.

“Whatever you need,” he said again, eyes flicking to your lips. “You can wear anything. I’ll still admire you for it. Every damn time. And I’ll keep buying you old and used shit if it makes you feel good.”

His head tilted, eyes narrowing, locking onto yours with that signature deadpan focus—cold, but not cruel. Just… impossibly precise. As if the rest of the world had blurred, and only you remained in focus.

“…But don’t pretend like you want anyone else but me,” he added, voice dipping. Something raw coiled underneath the words. 

Possessive. Territorial. “Especially that charmer.” That last word landed like an arrow—clean, direct, and deliberate. It struck where it was meant to, buried deep.

“That’s the only thing I won’t apologize for.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your lips parted slightly, but nothing came out. Your face was burning, heat creeping down your neck, blooming across your chest. And your heart—God, your heart was a mess of stuttering beats and heavy thuds, too loud, too much.

Still, you held his gaze. Those sharp, hunter’s eyes—focused, unflinching. An archer’s eyes. The kind that made you feel bare and known and hunted all at once.

Okay… maybe you did feel a bit better.

Because Geo never missed his mark, certainly not with you.

Blushing at this part… didn’t think it would land that hard—damn.

✑ 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝑔𝑜

Hyugo’s the type who always had a way of touching you.

The textbooks were open, sure. Highlighters are scattered across the coffee table. There were even half-finished online flashcards pulled up on your phone.

But the studying?

Yeah, that died the moment Hyugo showed up with that lazy grin and a bag of snacks he definitely wasn’t supposed to bring near the couch.

“You know,” you said, nudging him with your knee as he flopped beside you, “we’re supposed to be reviewing the chapter on cognitive development, not watching cat videos on your phone.”

He didn’t even flinch. “I’m multitasking,” Hyugo said, one hand holding up his phone as a kitten somersaulted across the screen, the other casually reaching into the bag of chips. “Besides, you said we were studying. I already finished that unit last night.”

You blinked at him. “You what?”

“Yep,” he popped the ‘p’ smugly. “Got bored. Knocked it out at like, 2AM.”

“You—? Hyugo, we have a test today. You’re supposed to be panicking with me, not acting like it’s optional.”

He finally set his phone down, turning to you with that annoyingly bright, cheerful face of his—the one that screamed, I’m way too charming to ever suffer consequences. “Why would I panic? I’ve got you. Worst case, I cheat off your paper.”

You shoved his shoulder, and he laughed, leaning his head back against the couch like he hadn’t just confessed to academic fraud. 

“You’re such a menace.”

“Yeah, but I’m your menace.” He grinned sideways at you, hair slightly messed up from how he’d flopped into the cushions. “Besides, don’t act like you don’t like having me around when you’re stressed. I make good noise-cancelling background static.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know.” He winked. “That’s why you let me distract you instead of forcing me to open a textbook.”

“Because I know you’ll ace it anyway.” You paused, sighing. “Seriously though, how do you always finish everything without looking like you try?”

Hyugo shrugged, eyes twinkling. “Magic. Or maybe I just hyperfixate until it’s done and forget to eat in the process. Who’s to say?”

You just stared at him for a beat, then leaned over to steal a chip from his bag. “I hope you fail the extra credit.”

“I won’t,” he said smugly, popping another chip into his mouth, “but thanks for the emotional support, babe.”

You rolled your eyes, frustration building as you tried to explain Piaget’s stages of development for the third time. You were so close to getting your point across, but then—there it was. That subtle shift in the air. Hyugo. You didn’t even need to look up to know what was happening. He was moving again. Not loudly, not jarringly, just that soft, insistent motion of his body sliding closer to yours.

Before you could even finish your sentence, his legs stretched out across the couch, and his head was nestled in your lap like it was his damn birthright.

“…Hyugo,” you warned, voice flat, trying to keep some semblance of focus while a textbook balanced precariously on your knees, the edge just missing the top of his head.

He didn’t even acknowledge you at first. 

“Shh,” he hummed, his eyes already closed, the tips of his lashes grazing the tops of his cheeks, his expression soft and relaxed. "I study better like this."

“No, you don’t,” you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. 

"You don’t even study."

“I observe,” he replied nonchalantly, voice thick with that lazy calm he always had when he was too comfortable. “And absorb. Osmosis.”

You sighed heavily, rolling your eyes so far back you thought they might stay there. 

But still—despite everything, you didn’t push him off. Not yet.

Your hand, as if on its own, drifted to his hair. It was a habit by now. His hair was always so warm, so soft, and you hated how comforting it felt between your fingers. He smelled like faint citrus and clean laundry, a scent that reminded you of sunlight on a lazy afternoon, wrapped up in hoodie form. It was ridiculous how nice he smelled.

And then, it happened.

Slowly, carefully, with the kind of audacity only Hyugo could get away with, he turned just enough to press his face into your stomach. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you in like you were a pillow he had no intention of letting go. 

He just… settled there. 

His body was warm and secure against you, like he’d staked his claim and expected you to accept it.

It was so casual, so effortless, that you almost didn’t know how to react. But your body knew. It tensed instantly like you had no control over how it responded to his touch. He was too close. Too present. The heat of him spreading across your skin made your breath catch, and your spine went rigid, all the while you were desperately trying to keep your composure.

The book you’d been holding slipped off your knees, tumbling onto the floor with a quiet thud. You didn’t even have the mental space to care. Instead, all you could focus on was the weight of his head against your stomach, the feel of his arms around you like some kind of anchor. His presence was all-consuming, and somehow you could never quite get used to it.

You didn’t understand why Hyugo was always touching you. You didn’t mind it, not in the way you should’ve. It wasn’t that it annoyed you—hell, there were times it felt like you didn’t mind it at all.

But why? Why did he always need to be so close? 

You weren’t even sure why you didn’t push him off when you knew you should. Was he really that confident? Did he not see how ridiculous it was for someone like him to be so affectionate with someone like you?

You looked down at him, his face pressed against your stomach like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he could do this forever if you’d let him.

But how could anyone, especially him, be into someone like you? 

Someone who was all sharp edges and curves and things that made you uncomfortable in your skin? How could he adore you the way he did when you didn’t even understand how to adore yourself?

And yet… you couldn’t help it. 

The warmth of his body against yours, his gentle breath on your skin, it was like a constant reassurance. His affection, so soft, so unrelenting, was like a force you couldn’t escape.

Hyugo’s voice broke the silence then, soft and rumbling as if he sensed your thoughts and wanted to ground you in the present.

“You’re so quiet when I do this,” he muttered, his arms tightening around you just a little more. “

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?” He added.

You swallowed hard, unsure how to explain. You didn’t know if you could even put it into words. “I—don’t get it,” you said, your voice almost a whisper. “Why are you always so close? I’m… I’m not like others, Hyugo.”

He pressed his face deeper onto your stomach, his eyes steady, warm, and intense. His gaze softened, that familiar tenderness you couldn’t seem to escape.

“Hyugo—” You pushed at his shoulder gently, a warning, a tremble in your voice you didn’t mean to let out. “Don’t. Stop”

He stopped moving. If anything, he just held you tighter.

“Stop it,” you whispered again, more to yourself than him, hating how your voice cracked. “That’s not fair.”

“Why?” His voice was muffled against your shirt, soft and steady. “Because I love you too much?”

You tried to pull back again, your hands moving to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. The movement was instinctive—trying to push him off, just a little space between you. But, damn it, he didn’t budge. Hyugo, always so damn stubborn, always so strong. Why was this short shit so damn solid?

His hand, warm and steady, slid down to the side of your hip, his touch slow, intentional, like he was tracing the outline of your body in the way only he could. Every inch of your skin, every curve, every line, he made it feel like it was meant to be touched.

You bit your lip, trying not to show how his closeness was making your heart pound. You weren’t sure why you still hesitated. But his warmth against your stomach was undeniable—something in the way he pressed his face into you felt different, familiar, like he belonged there.

"You don’t get to say that when you do this," you whispered, your voice small against the growing pressure of his presence. 

"Not when I’m like this."

Hyugo shifted, his hand resting at your waist as if he could hold you there forever. "Like what?" he asked, voice low and curious, his gaze never leaving yours.

You didn’t answer, because, honestly, you couldn’t. 

He knew what you meant. Hyugo always knew.

His breath hitched, and then there was the softest exhale like he was absorbing every moment, every inch of you beneath his touch. He always paid attention. So much attention.

"You think I haven’t noticed?" His voice was barely a whisper now, but it sent a shiver through your body. "You get quiet every time I touch you here," he murmured, his hand grazing your side, just enough to remind you of how it felt to be seen. "Like I’m not supposed to. Like I’ll notice something you don’t want me to see."

You tried to look away, but his eyes, those baby blue, soft eyes, never let you escape. You swallowed hard, heart thumping in your chest. He was so close, and everything about him made it impossible to hide how he was slowly unraveling you, piece by piece.

His fingers brushed your curves again, gently, as if exploring, and in that touch was a world of affection that you couldn’t deny. 

“I love the way you feel,” he added, his voice tinged with something deeper than casual flirtation. "The way you’re built, the way your body speaks without saying a word. You have strength in every inch of you. And, that’s what gets to me. You don’t have to hide any part of you from me.”

Your stomach clenched, and this time it wasn’t with discomfort but with something that felt like relief—a soft weight that you didn’t realize you’d been carrying until now. 

He wasn’t judging. He was worshipping. 

Every curve of your body, every part of you he touched, he made it feel like you were a masterpiece in his eyes.

You didn’t say anything. How could you? 

His words were making you feel too seen, too cared for, too cherished. 

You never imagined this kind of affection would feel so overwhelming, so soft. His affection wrapped around you like a blanket.

"I’m not leaving," he murmured again, as his hands pulled you closer, wrapping around you like a shield, as if to say, I’ve got you. "You can hate it. You can push me away. But I’m staying. I won’t let you shrink back into yourself."

Your hands trembled against his chest, and his gaze softened even further if that was even possible.

“You don’t get to apologize for parts of you I already love,” he said, his voice a little hoarse now, each word carrying weight, like a promise. "I will cling to you like a damn leech because I want you to see yourself the way I see you. I want you to feel it. Feel the love I’m giving you until it seeps into your bones. Until your body feels the love, too."

His hand moved again, caressing the curve of your hip in slow, soft and slow strokes, as though he had all the time in the world to make you feel the warmth of his touch. There was a tenderness there that made you breathless, like he was trying to imprint that love into your very skin.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmured softly, his genuine words making your heart flutter. “Don’t let anyone—especially yourself—tell you otherwise.”The way he said it, so casually, but with such an unwavering certainty, made your throat tighten. 

You didn’t know how to process it, how to take in all the love he was offering.

It was too much. But in the best way.

His fingertips traced the line of your waist, a careful, intentional touch that sent a shiver through you. His body pressed so close to yours that you could feel the heat of his own skin, and that heat felt like a balm for every insecurity you’d ever harbored.

“Your body,” he continued, his voice soft but firm, “is a reflection of your strength, of your warmth.”

It was impossible to ignore the way those words resonated deep within you. He wasn’t just talking about your curves or the way your body felt beneath his hands. 

He was talking about your spirit, your strength, the way you carried yourself in a world that often tried to tell you you weren’t enough.

You felt a flush creeping up your neck, a heat that had nothing to do with his touch and everything to do with the way his words were making you feel. The tightness in your chest only seemed to grow, a mixture of vulnerability and something else—something more powerful that you weren’t quite ready to admit.

“And I’ll be here,” he added, his voice softening even further, “always, loving you for every inch of it."

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes for a moment, trying to absorb everything he was giving you. The way he saw you, the way he adored every inch of you, it hit you deeper than you ever expected. 

It made your heartache in the best way—this raw, aching love that you couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to.

And still, he didn’t let you go. 

Hyugo’s arms remained wrapped around you, strong and secure, holding you close as though he never wanted to let you slip away. 

It was like he was trying to make sure you never forgot how beautiful you were, how worthy of love you were. You couldn’t help but marvel at the way he held you like you were his teddy bear, his safe place. A person with a baby face like his, always so soft and warm, but with a heart that could hold the weight of your world. 

He had a way of making you feel safe, cherished—like you were the most important thing in his life, and nothing would ever change that.

His presence was like sunlight, his affection the warmth you never knew you needed. And in that moment, as he held you there, you realized something: 

Hyugo needed you, because, after all, you were his happiness.

I may have a few favorites when it comes to writing Geo and Hyugo…

[churipu]

hi i wanted to ask since your requests are open but can u write abt jjk guys (gojo, geto and maybe megumi as well) and how it would be like arguing with them? thank youuu~

ARGUMENTS WITH JJK MEN ˚｡𖦹

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

warnings. cursing on toji's :)

note. hi nonnie, megumi's been done and you can just click right there to be directed to the said post — so, i'm going to change him to his father jsksdjdk. anyways, i'm so sorry this came out so late, i hope you like it. i was going to focus on my 1k event but then i realized that i'm holding up the requests in my inbox, so i'm going to try to upload them together one by one. / and ngl, i just did my nails done for the first time, aND I AM STRUGGLING TO DO ANYTHING. including typing, but i'm trying my best skdjs.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with him are just plain loud. for instance, we all know how gojo is, he'd be so petty during arguments. despite that though — i feel like he won't ever raise his voice at you, he's petty, yes. but he won't do anything that could scare you, raising his voice.

believe me when i say that he won't back down when he isn't in the wrong. he will argue back if you're wrong; and even with all that banter, both you and gojo will always resolve it together. he won't let you leave or turn away to discard the argument. gojo hates it when you give him the silent treatment — so he tries his best to not let you leave unless everything is talked about, face to face.

"satoru, i'm just saying that i didn't mean to do that. okay? i didn't even realize it!" you tell him, voice loud and bold.

gojo looks at you, brows furrowed, "this is the second time y/n, i'm sure you realize that — you're not a child anymore." you grumbled under your breath.

the past few days have been stressful. hectic for you. you knew though it wasn't an excuse, but when things get too caught up — you lose track of things, and honestly, you wanted nothing to do but to sleep and take a rest. work has been taking a big toll on you, both mentally and physically — and you can't bring yourself to argue with gojo right now.

"satoru, i know. it's just, things have been stressful at work. i'm sorry i forgot to turn off the stove," you tell him genuinely sorry that you almost, possibly burn the whole house down if he hadn't been the one to realize that, "i'm sorry, okay?"

his gaze softened. regaining control over the rhythm of his breathing, gojo reaches out to you, "d'you wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, "i just wan' to sleep, satoru. i'm tired." he buries his nose into your hair before tossing you over his shoulder, you didn't complain at the way he decided to carry you — you just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night away.

the male held you close as he climbed your shared bed, "'m sorry too," he mumbles, grazing his lips over your forehead.

"you don't have to be, it's my fault for being reckless," you replied, draping an arm over his torso, clutching his black shirt, "can we sleep now?"

gojo chuckles, "mhm. good night," he whispers, "i love you."

you smiled at him, burying your face into his chest, "good night 'toru. i love you more."

GETO SUGURU. arguments with geto can be pretty frustrating, although he never raises his voice at you. he just knows what to say, and he's always right too. whether it being about you forgetting to throw the trash out (once), or you being forgetful about some things — geto just knows the right words to say to you, without making you feel like you're doing something wrong.

see, the thing is in the house. you both divided your chores, geto does the dishes, and the mopping. you do the laundry and vacuuming. while the morning trash is yours, and he does it nightly.

he's usually never in the wrong. most of the time. but when he is, he will admit so. in conclusion, you don't argue with him often, because he will apologize if he knows he did something wrong. but this was on rare occasions.

today is one of those rare occasions. you swore you had left the house clean — and you remembered throwing the trash before you leave for work. yet, here he was, asking you about it.

"suguru, i promise i threw it in the morning. before i left for work," you tell him, taking off your shoes and putting it neatly on the shoe rack. having to come back home from work, you just wanted to eat dinner, have a nice warm bath, and sleep.

god, you hated arguments. you admitted that you sometimes forget to throw the trash out while rushing to go to work, but that was not intentional at all.

geto had asked your prior about it. you knew he wasn't sparking an argument, but the thing is — you remembered it well. going out of the door this morning while holding a plastic of waste, hell, you even remembered bumping into a neighbor on the way out.

"just . . . let me throw it out again—" geto has been awfully silent for the past few minutes, and when you approached the trash can, he immediately stops you.

his hand latching around your wrist gently as he pulls you over, "no, no. it's my fault, i remember now. i was the one who threw that in the trash can after you left," he said to you in an apologetic tone, "'m sorry."

you shook your head, "it's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. and it's not like you intentionally forgot about it, right?" he nods his head mutely, pulling you into a silent embrace, "y'okay sugu?"

"the next time i do that — i want you to smack me in the face, okay?" you chuckled, placing a wet kiss onto his lips.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. i don't know how to say it — he's just accepts his fate and does whatever you want him to do. he thinks arguments are a complete waste of time, it's not like he likes arguing with you in the first place. he just doesn't see a point to it since he never initiates the talking; you always do. but that's because he did things that sparked the said argument. you reap what you sow.

toji can be lazy sometimes. scratch that. most of the time. clothes sprawled out in the living room, on the kitchen counter which he claimed he forgot when he was grabbing water, on the couch, on the headboard of your bed, on the bathroom sink. and honestly, he's a grown man — he knows better than that.

"toji, how many times do i have to tell you—"

"put the dirty laundry in their place, yeah, y'reminded me that like . . . three times today." he grumbled under his breath as he yawned out loudly.

"then why are you still leaving them everywhere? god, this is so childish! it's like 'm taking care of a fucking baby," toji lets out a sigh, "i'm so tired of telling you over and over again. you're a grown man, why can't you act like one?"

toji's not dumb. he knows it's his mistake, and sometimes he genuinely forgets about leaving his shirt out while being too preoccupied with other things. he loves you, he really does. the last thing he'd like is you leaving him because he can't stop his habit of leaving his shirt everywhere.

he approaches you, taking the shirt out of your grip, "my fault."

"damn right it is. the next time i see another shirt, i swear to god, you're sleeping on the couch." you muttered out, crossing your arms — watching as the male meekly trotted into the bathroom where the laundry basket rested beside the bathroom cabinet.

"is that a threat?" he chuckles, peeking his head out.

"no. it's a warning."

he walks out of the bathroom, slithering an arm around your waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulder as he walked towards the couch. prepping you on his lap, "mm. noted, can you stop getting mad at me now?" he comments, grazing his finger over your neck.

and he did it again at night (and slept on the couch like you warned him, he still hates you for that).

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[safety-pin-punk]

Ya know. Its been a while since I talked about The Punk Sharing Space community that I created back in August of last year. I think it’s time I do, to some degree at least. 

I think most of you know this, but for those that don’t, I left the community. Quite a few months ago actually. Maybe around New Years? I did it silently. I didn’t tell my mods. I still feel bad about that actually, but I had my reasons. Some of those reasons were personal. I was dealing with my dad’s death, I was very sick, I injured my ankle badly again, I was overwhelmed with moving and a promotion at work. But some of those reasons were because of the community itself. And that's really what I wanted to talk about with this post. 

(Still doesn’t excuse me not reaching out to my mods, and if any of you see this - I’m truly sorry.)

I guess it’s important to talk about why I made the community in the first place. I wanted to try out the new feature of course, but also, I thought it would be a great place for people to come together, get to know each other. Help each other. And most importantly, share DIYs, music, and ideas. Partially, I think it was also a distraction for me at the time. From my own life and grief. Throwing myself into this blog and a new project. Which of course resulted in a lot of burn out that I’m really only now getting back from.

At the time of writing this, The Punk Sharing Space has almost 12k members. That is a LOT. Managing that many members is… well… hard. I found it hard to manage it with just the few hundred people that joined in a matter of a month. That’s why I had went about finding moderators. I was careful with who I chose, I tried to be. I didn’t want to give permissions to someone who had a different view for the community than I did. For a little while, things were fine. Then. Suddenly they weren’t. And I was too overwhelmed and stressed out to deal with it. I don’t know what it was like from the view of an average person. 

But I was fully aware of the sudden debates of what is and isn’t punk. Of what should or shouldn’t be allowed. Who was a poser. Who was an asshole and who was just expressing their opinions. Are politics allowed? The flood of messages from members reporting other members for simple things that they disagreed with or disliked. Some of the reports were absolutely valid. Some really weren’t and were just the result of people who were generally uninformed of the history of punk, gatekeeping, etc.. I left. It was too much and I couldn’t keep up, step up, and hold it together.

Truthfully, I should have just deleted the community. And I’m disappointed by what became of it after I left. It’s no one’s fault. Not the mods. Not the members. Not tumblr. Its just what happens when online spaces get too big and have ambiguous guidelines. I’ve seen a lot of posts and a lot of people complaining about whats become of The Punk Sharing Space, and I don’t blame them. Comments like “Its rude and toxic.”, “Can’t be worse than the Sharing space community. That place is a trainwreck.”, “is ___ punk? I’m going to beat you to death with a rock. yes this is about the punk sharing space.”, “another punk sharing space classic. ngl i only over check it to hateread.”, “the punk sharing space is exciting in the way watching fish spawn or parasitic fungus taking over ants is fascinating. Make a whole new insect zoo but with gatekeepers.”

And. None of them are really wrong. To some degree, each and every comment here is correct. The space is full of gatekeeping, toxicity, bad advice, and trolls. Despite everything I wanted it to be. It's almost like watching a social experiment fail. Which I suppose is, in some ways, inevitable. I’m not going to tell people to leave the community, but I will at least warn people to be wary. Don’t trust everything. Use common sense. Don’t let the assholes and the gatekeepers get to you. 

That’s all I really have to say. I don’t know quite what my goal was in writing this, but I felt I needed to. Explain why I left. Point out that it isn’t what it was ever meant to be. Apologize for letting it get to this point. @/polyamorouspunk I think says it best really. “Key usually has more faith in humanity than me.” And its true. I wanted to see what we could create. I wanted to see the best of people come together. And instead I got an overwhelming nightmare. I’ve moved past it now. I’ve learned my lessons. And despite it all, I still have hope for the future. Maybe not for the Punk Sharing Space, but for people. For people in real life. To do good and help others. To support each other instead of tearing each other down. And I can only hope that all of you do as well.

[transfemme-shelterdog]

hating everyone else who is like you and then going into the comments of your own post to not only argue in circles for the sake of arguing because some people are just like that unfortunately and then acting like you can still be widely claimed in a community that is trying to oh so obviously Move Past shit ideas like yours is kinda a weird move, ngl. (obvs not about you)

like. yeah. i'm a poc and disabled. doesn't give me the excuse to start saying "kill all spics" or "kill all cripples" (both are slurs i can say dw) and then act like i can get away with it because, surprise, transgender men are a broader audience than you think, just like how poc are and disabled people are.

i just. it's insane how widespread and violent misandry can get, and nobody complains, yet if you said the same thing about any other demographic, you'd be rightfully called out.

feminism isn't killing men and elevating women, ffs. it's equality for all, INCLUDING men + male adjacent identities.

Unfortunately I feel like the individual in question isn't gonna realize that so long as they're surrounded by people who act like their partner does, a-la "kill all men".

Any sort of thinking about how their transness impacts their life will be pruned the moment it sprouts.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A lot of replies related to our previous posts + some replies about Lilia, peens and miscellaneous stuff.

For now, I won’t post any replies on weekends anymore, and as for the weekdays, I’ll answer to usual asks once a week, and I’ll spend the rest of the time (the rest 4 days) writing a headcanon post. Sorry.

Starting with the replies about the Nun AU comic from yesterday:

Anonymous asked:

Damn nun Azul is really out to get nun Idia. Love the image of them praying only to zoom in on Azul smiling, he knows exactly what hes doing (can almost hear him saying no one will ever believe you). Poor idias about to see how well he can stay quiet, Azul in this au is such a shit.

You nailed it, Anon!! This is exactly the vibes I was going for, especially the “no one will ever believe you” thing. He’s almost taunting Idia at this point, even though this is just him being unable to contain his…excitement.

I am very happy you liked the comic, and that you feel for poor Idia lol Azul really is such a shit.

Anonymous asked:

He immediately know is Azul, which mean this is not the first time this happen. Right ?

Yes, he already knows Azul’s secret at this point, but it’s been like a day after that. This is the first time it happens during the prayer though, or at all in public…

Anonymous asked:

Dear god, that hot

What a fitting prayer! Hehe thank you so much~

hipsterteller asked:

So who’s the priest? Trein?

Nah, just some unimportant guy. I wouldn’t want poor Trein to go through this bullshit lol

Anonymous asked:

I keep looking for Idia underwear, did he wear any ? Don't judge me.

Maybe this is exactly why the tentacles are climbing up his skirt – Azul wants to know as well!

And judging by that smirk… he knows the answer.

Now the comments for the Link art

Anonymous asked:

Sometime, you don't need a reason to draw a character from any game that you may not play yet. OK

Exactly, I think so too! This entire fanart portraits series turned out to be either characters that we love but haven’t drawn in ages, or characters from things we haven’t played or watched but really liked the design lol

Link is a special boy though, I almost bought a nendoroid of him once… I am too weak for this boy.

Anonymous asked:

oh my god like its a fact your art is gorgeous is general but i never expected link to fit it so well!!

Thank you so much, this is so kind!!! I was worried if it’s going to fit well, I am very happy to hear that…

Now about Malleus and Sebek walking in a forest…

Anonymous asked:

When you Malleus with dragon features he always makes me think of an Orca, I think those are pretty close to dragons anyway

Hmm, in terms of anime characters with animal tails yeah I can see that; both are pretty massive and shaped somewhat similarly… This is the first time I’m hearing about an orca-dragon comparison though 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Where is Sebek nose?

Lost it in a fight.

F :(

(The face is small and not the focus of the drawing, so it wasn’t necessary to draw it – it’s just stylisation that, surprisingly, happens in anime-related artstyles)

Anonymous asked:

Mhmmm, look at those ***  if the tail have a hole, i wonder if i can tear the hole bigger for something under the tail

Maybe there is no need to tear it, maybe it’s already pretty easily accessible!

About the Rook portrait!

Anonymous asked:

Why only the FACE. I can't even see whole chest. I need the UNDER

Sorry, Anon… His face broke my photoshop and corrupted the file to the point that I had to redo the whole thing from scratch, I am trembling even thinking about what he would’ve done if there was anything other than his face on this drawing. He is too powerful! He needs to stay hidden!!

Anonymous asked:

Excuse my french, but this is total Baguette!

I don’t know, Anon, I think the Baguette isn’t visible there; this is what the previous Anon was complaining about after all :”( sacré bleu

Anonymous asked:

ngl rook.... imagining a power bottom, dressed as a dom Vil to command and take that leash OOF <3 Rook as his service top OOOFF <3

Those are some spicy images, Anon~ Good taste!

I personally prefer Rook to pretend to be a service top when Vil and he both know that this is a huge bluff though. Like, Vil would look at this dog of a man and instantly feel like there is no way he’s being this obedient, something is up lol I also really like it when Vil acts bossy, but ultimately enjoys getting “overthrown”…

That’s a personal preference though ehehehe

Anonymous asked:

Wild dog need trained.

Yeah, nothing suspicious about it at all!

Anonymous asked:

Rook definitely had to be held on a leash in his first year, both in Savanaclaw and Pomefiore 😭 someone free those poor students not me tho, he’s hot

Oh god, do you think he was polite enough to put a leash on himself and tie himself to a pole to make everyone around comfortable? I feel like it would make everyone even more uncomfortable though.

Anonymous asked:

Don't runaway make Vil more sus?

(related to this comic)

Yeah, some things don’t seem to make sense, right? Wink

And some replies related to the Che’nya/Riddle drawing!

Anonymous asked:

Awwww, kitty want to taste a strawberry

Yeah, he’s craving something sweet~ Nothing is sweeter than this particular strawberry!

Anonymous asked:

Don't cat tongue feel like sand paper?

Yep! A lot of confusing sensations for poor Riddle.

Anonymous asked:

I want to squezze those butt so much

Hehe thank you! I am very happy you find them squeezable~

Anonymous asked:

Everyday, your art just keep coming. Man, you the best erotic twst artist i know.

And the only one i know.

Anon… you are way too kind..!!

There are more artists, I’m not the only one..! But I am very happy you like my stuff this much hehe, I’m happy to provide~

Anonymous asked:

do you think we can see ruggiexleona art from you sometime in the future?? love your work !!!

Thank you, Anon!

If I feel super inspired to draw something with them, then yes, but unfortunately this isn’t the ship I get inspired by often, even though I like them together. It’s not completely impossible, but it definitely wouldn’t happen soon… :( Sorry.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

I came across this pic and I need to know, where on this scale would you put Lilia?

OH MY GOD TISH. This is the best thing ever!!!  I love all of them!

I think he is somewhere between Those Feratu and El Wiwi… at least based on his bat mask and his overall vibes lol Lilia has a cute little snout!

Anonymous asked:

Okay, important question time. We've seen spicy glimpses, we've seen the "thiiis big" doodle. But truly, how big do you envision Lilia's peepee ?? He's 158cm tall, surely it can't be *that* big, right? The people want to know! And they also want to see but perhaps it's a bit too much to ask for  : (

I actually talked about hc peen sizes at some point, although there are no numbers there because I am bad at those lol The way I draw them is very inconsistent, but yeah, Lilia has been the “thiiiis big” guy for a while in our posts and drawings now. It started as a joke, but then it kind of…stuck lol

But in an interesting twist of fate, it isn’t even that illogical – apparently bats have enormous peens: 22% of their entire body length…!! So if Lilia’s height is 158 cm, according to this little piece of trivia, his peen would be 34.7 cm. Holy shit. Is this… is this canon now? I’m afraid of what we’ve created….

That being said, while we kind of defaulted to the “Lilia has a huge penis and he hides it with magic somehow”, I did draw him with a cute small one at least once, and I’d love to do it again. I guess the answer to that would be that Lilia is an enigma, and no matter how big his peen is, he is scarily good at using it.

As for seeing, I really want to draw a chart of everyone’s peens one day... :”)

Anonymous asked:

Just ask @twstassets for Lilia bedroom toes, you should see it.

Seen it! Cute toes :3c

Anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about Vil or some of the others being more buff? I always feel like Vil would actually be fairly in shape since he's as strong as Jack, but focus more on build to be more like something like the Statue of David or have like a male dancer/gymnast build.

Vil is fairly in shape! But he is also pretty lean; if I remember correctly, he stated that he pays attention to staying in shape but not getting bulky because he still wanted to have a certain silhouette. I also sometimes like to think that he loves big sleeves and extra layers on his shoulders and upper arms because he has some volume there and basically hides his biceps lol To keep everything visually balanced and his arms looking elegant, or something like that. I’m not sure how to describe it. He is more muscular than he wants to appear, but he also isn’t jacked, I guess.

Anyways, I talked about my hcs about boys’ bodies in this post if you’re interested.

Anonymous asked:

hello! what do you think of sebek x skully as a ship?

Hi! We haven’t finished the Skully event yet, so our opinion on Skully is still a bit vague and we can’t appreciate all the dynamics he has with others fully yet.

That being said, we’ll probably going to end up appreciating their dynamic, but not liking the ship; similarly to how we ended up with Malleus and Rollo :(

[tandytoaster]

Ngl this Christmas season kinda sucked. Like a lot

Me complaining lol

Nanny making light of how my mother almost died. Like my mom forgets something and nanny is like "oh lol its because you had a brain aneurysm" and on one hand i understand joking about something fucked up that happened to you and the scenario of your daughter being inches from death would seriously fuck you up but i don't know i just don't think its funny. I dont think its her thing to joke about. Nanny and I are on complete opposite sides of this like shes like "lol my daughter almost died. Tee hee" and I'm like. Forever altered for the worse by this

Omg. She had a moment back in September where she wasn't telling Steve stuff and he flipped out at her like cursing at her and screaming. I can't remember if I talked about this I feel like I might have. But like HE called me that day and was like, "hey uhhh idk if u were talking to ur grandmother or not but i kinda freaked out on her earlier and i feel bad about it and i wanted to tell u my side of the story because we've been talking more and i really appreciate that" and i was like 🤏👓🤨 EXCUSE ME? Not actually but i was thinking it. And then that night or the night after nanny called me and telling me the same thing, that steve flipped out at her and she was like "omg. I don't think I'll ever think of him the same. i dont care if i ever speak to him again" and all i could do was be like, "ok. yeah." Because why is THIS. Where you draw the line why do you decide to hate him when he's mean to you but you still talk to him despite the shit he did to me. Like all I could think was "i dont give a damn" like truly i dont lol. I dont care that steve yelled at you. Like daaaammmnnnn thats craaazzyyyyy he yelled at you? Omg? Should we cancel him? Should we write a callout post? LMFAOOOOO

She's also like 100% fine with him again. Joking about her saying she was gonna chop his dick off because whe was so upset with how he spoke to her.

Thats so funny that you wanted to chop his dick off over him yelling at you. and not anything else. that would warrant having his dick chopped off.

I have to live this shit ass game of pretend for the rest of my life. I fought against this for 5 years and nothing changed. No one cares. No one wants to think about it. Its a battle I've lost, I lost it the moment it started I truly never had a chance. But I tried. And I failed. And I tried. And I failed. And I tried. And I failed. So I'm done. They win. I'll never ever say it didn't happen, BECAUSE IT DID, but I'm just never going to acknowledge it again to them just like everyone else. I'm sorry if that makes me a shitty survivor or whatever .

Also nanny is just . Overly excitable when company comes over and she gets like. Too ready to tease. Like shes just slinging jabs at anyone and everyone in her way. Like all my life my mother would tell me that nanny is awful and that she treated her like the black sheep of the family and i see it. I know that I for sure have it better than my mom, which is a damn shame, but like. Fuck dude idk!!!

And nanny is just weird. She puts garbage in with clean stuff and calls it tidying and she laughs when someone tells her thats not right, and when they're like, "no, seriously, do not do that" she goes, "well i guess i can't do anything!" And then she fake laughs to try to seem like she's not mad but she is mad. That someone told her not to actively damage her surroundings

Reading this I'm realizing its literally just nanny being weird. Nanny moments.

I baked a butterscotch pie for her and Sacha and nanny told me to put it in the basement because its cold down there, so i did and she FORGOT ABOUT IT!!!! FOR DAYS!!!!!! i made it on the 23, it finished setting on the 24th, she forgot about it until today, the 28th, brought it up from the basement at 12pm, and nanny forgot about it Again until 5pm. So it was sitting at room temp for 5 hours. She was like, "yeah it tastes different" I FUCKING WONDER WHY?

Its just a really difficult, stressful and time consuming thing to make and to have it be forgotten about when I work hard using the little energy I have to make it, it hurts ! I don't have any money to buy anything for anyone not even my girlfriend, so thats why I bake 😔 Man usually I'm not passive aggressive but dude. Nanny was like, "do u think its still good" and i was like, "well lets just eat it and see what happens if we get sick we get sick 🙃"

[ilhoonftw]

re: the heota controversy, I speak korean and I lurked some kmelos (not on twt because they never talk publicly there lol) when it was happening and they weren't happy, very few defenders. it was more his tone and the way he worded things that they didn't like, he's preachy and patronizing and hyper-defensive sometimes (in a very "korean man" way)? and this is when he's addressing his fans, so it's very??? kmelos liked his apology, but some went "he's always been like that, is he gonna change"

(and yes his previous scandal was mentioned too)

also idk if you're aware but there was a related uproar because "dirt" on the other members were sent to the twt account that exposed heota. the kmelo consensus was, it was sent by heota akgaes trying to bring the rest of the group down, because it was obscure stuff only a bitubi stan would know... I'm fairly sure imelos just assumed it was random haters, but kmelos were shocked that bitubi has akgaes that bad

and THEN relating to his "attitude and tone", kmelos brought up how heota has a pattern of putting down other members (well, 99% limited to kwangie/subie) publicly, apparently lots of fans took issue with that for years but were bullied and called sensitive snowflakes if they said anything... literal pages of fans pouring their hearts out, most of them surprisingly levelheaded and sympathetic to all members (including heota, but still calling him out), and ruminating on how kmelos silence reasonable negativity for the sake of their "nice fandom" image, plus call anyone who complains about anything akgaes (hm sounds a bit familiar)

tl;dr the birthrate message controversy had kmelos venting furiously/infighting/probably crying for two full days

sorry for the essay but I have nobody else to report my findings to, please excuse me :')

omg thank you so much anon this is brilliant. please accept my endless gratitude for this essay!!!

i'm gonna add my 5 cents but damn you really explained everything so well and gave extra context, thank you ❣️❣️❣️

i immediately senses those random 'x member called fan ugly' stories etc that immediately popped up had to be someone waiting on a chance to use the "dirt" they collected. just like when ilhoon was busted for weed and random 'y member did z' posts popped up too. makes you think

ngl i didn't think he has akgaes this willing to throw the rest of them under the bus but alas...

the preserving "nice fandom" thing... yea it's kinda the type of rot that you can't see but it stinks

[moonlights-fandom-hell]

I think I’m gonna take a break from the critical stuff and focus on things I enjoy about Helluva boss for now

I mean I could go on how immature Vivziepop was with those tweets… but lately I’ve noticed how petty people became in the critical and anti tags…. Like holy shit this is anti energy levels….

Like even went as far as harassing fans that told them to stop…. Like guys, I get it, Stans are annoying BUT you guys are stooping in their level

Idk I did watch that video that Definitely Bored Oranges made about the Vivziepop controversy especially between her and Ken, and it’s been making me really think there may had been a bad miscommunication in both their ends that ended ugly. Viv was very much in the wrong for backstabbing but Ken on the other hand wanted to have them on EVERY thing even a gif… that’s kind of weird Ngl. If wanted to be credited on the ode and pilot I do understand.

Overall, he and Erin will be innocent on my eyes for now but I swear, if all this shit comes out and they end up becoming terrible people at the end and people still wanna eat that up

That’s gonna show me you guys don’t actually care about animators being abused, you all wanted an excuse to hate someone.

“BUT THE ANIMATION REVIEWS.”

And those could be face since it was an anon that posted on the google doc. Don’t get me wrong, I think that document is possible but there’s also a possibility it may not be true even if an anon posted it.

I don’t like Viv as a content creator at all and I think she may had been shitty to people but you guys are honestly jumping the gun with everything.

Also I’m gonna say this as someone who’s making an indie project herself, trying to compare your original stuff to Viv’s poor writing skills publicly, it’s not only petty but it screams very unprofessional. For some who complain about Viv tearing down other projects, you guys are pretty much doing the exact same thing.

If you want your projects to be a thing, maybe don’t do that.

I mean it’s one thing if it’s just in a private chat or convo with friends, but just going public about your original stuff to compare to a show you hate is not gonna make people take your project seriously and that can lead to A-Logging levels

Critiquing shows can be fun but idk I think it’s a bit too much when you stoop in the fandom’s level.

Also if you guys followed me to expect me to rip apart everything in this show 24/7 I’m sorry to disappoint but that’s not what I’m always gonna do. It’s still a fan account with my own AU and reimagine idea is and I don’t want to plague it with negative stuff.

[his-mother-is-lightning]

EPISODE 3 - How to Not Make Friends and Influence Ppl, a cautionary tale brought to you by the straw hat gang

(I always forget to just make one reaction post and clog up your feeds - sorry)

Zoro choosing to say Luffy's attempt at a pirate flag is 'unique' - he is such a softy

...he then immediately makes his comment about their toilet not working, and it's NEVER addressed and I am distressed

OPLA makes me love Usopp right from the get-go. Like, he grew on me in the anime (he's the kind of character I usually don't love aka goofball sidekick) but in OPLA Im immediately team Usopp

Luffy repeatedly saying "you look like Nami" over and over <- my asexual ass felt SEEN

Ok but Kuro poisoning Kaya is such a gut punch addition. You didn't need to do that show. It makes me extra sad

Garp is such a sweet mentor for Koby, I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about it.

@show what is the Funky Bar??! Did you intend for it to sound like a gay bar??

I've already commented on Zoro's 'here we go again...' look when Luffy announces that they're pirates

Luffy making his dramatic bid for the Going Merry standing on the dining room table #iconic

There was also no need to fridge Merry.

Ok but Nami and Kaya bonding? Passing the bechdel test? Their friendship is maybe the best addition to this show imo. Even if Nami is comically bad at making friends

Luffy sticking Turkish delights into his pockets is such a move

So I took the "kaya's parents died at sea" story to mean that Kuro killed her parents, somehow learned about their daughter, and set out on his weird evil plan to poison and manipulate their daughter to get their fortune. Did anyone else go there, or is it just me?

"you're asking the wrong guy" YOU'RE GAY

"I already like you!" "That's not what I meant" and YOU'RE ace my dude

Zoro recognizing Kuro from wanted poster is such a weird choice. Since when does Zoro remember things?

Ok but does Kuro have some kind of devil fruit power or is he just unnaturally fast for no reason? Ngl I kind of love that, in this show, either is possible

Zoro in the well has to be the weirdest plot choice ever. There are many ways to introduce his backstory that did not require throwing him into a well. The dude deserves better than that

Usopp's tragic history with sickly women

Koby being there to believe Usopp in this moment feels so good.

I'm complaining about some of their plot line choices, but I want to be clear, the decision to trim this story down to two episodes was SO necessary. Also I prefer him accidentally poisoning himself to him being stuck under part of the ship for half the battle. Feels like less of an excuse to stretch out the battle

[I'm moving immediately onto the next episode, obvs, so stay tuned]

[nikatyler]

Sims Say the Darnest Things: When you get this, list five of your characters and their best quotes so far. Then pass it on to five other storytelling simblrs.

I've had this sitting in my inbox for months now and ngl every time I looked at it, I felt a little ashamed because I really didn't work on my simblr stories AT ALL this year and I actually had so many plans. I haven't even touched my big Raleb story that I've mentioned here and there ever since their breakup storyline... (: I need to get it done and posted. I owe it to you guys. And I need to write it for myself too.

Ok, so in no particular order, let's go! Thank you for giving me an excuse to go through my NSB! I jumped from one generation to another randomly, I didn't read it all in chronological order lol, no idea why but I just felt like it. I think they'll be exchanges rather than single quotes out of context because that makes them better.

(1)

Caleb: “No, it wasn’t. I can tell when you’re feeding me a lie just to make sure I’m not worried. After all that has happened, it’s a little pointless, don’t you think?” Ross: “Saying ‘easier than I thought’ sounds better than 'I’ll have nightmares for years’, don’t you think? But I’d do it again for you.”

Honestly this entire post could just be their quotes because they have some of the best lines in the entirety of my NSB, all through the nine generations that I've played so far.

(2)

Kieran: “Your mum thinks it’s my turn to get pregnant now.”

idk why but now that I'm rereading gen 1, this kinda made me laugh

(3)

Pastel: “When I first saw you, I thought we would have so much fun together. And then my second impression was, actually, maybe not. But you proved me wrong. We have a lot of fun together, in the streets and in the sheets –” Jesse: “Come on.” Pastel: “My point is, Jesse, will you marry me?”

They might not seem like it but Pastel and Jesse are like my 3rd most favourite couple in this legacy and probably the 2nd most exciting one right after Raleb -- sorry Sunset and Dawn, these girls did have better storyline than you.

(4)

Prince: “I enjoyed it too. And I enjoyed being with you. I never thought I’d say it again. You’re terrible –” Violet Sky: “Yup –” Prince: “…and I’m…”

Now that it's been a while I don't think Prince should've come back to Vi but oh well he did and it was cute 🤷‍♀️ (or maybe he could've come back to him but the execution of that storyline was not the greatest ok, I'll admit that)

(5)

Ross: “I would buy Pastel a pipe organ, you know.” Bambi: “So you heard that, huh.” Ross: “I didn’t. She complained to me.” Bambi: “Seriously, where would we put it? I’d rather get her a kitten.” Ross: “Yeah, that works. You get her a kitty, I get her a pipe organ.”

Ending with another Ross quote because I love him so much lol. I think I've overlooked this side of him lately. He's like, he wasn't really there for his daughter when she was little so now he's making up for it spoiling all his descendants like crazy. Maybe it's time to consider replacing one of his traits with "family oriented" because my guy is totally family oriented.

Anyway, thanks again for the ask, sorry it took me so long, and hopefully there will be more of my NSB in 2024! We have stuff to fix and wrap up.

[kingsmanassemble]

Alright! I've been working in retail again for less than two weeks and so far i've:

Run up the stairs too many times to count.

Helped many people try on multiple coats, only for them to not buy any!! (Their choice of course and i'm always polite about it it's just very frustrating when i've spent 30-40 mins with them and run up and downstairs getting different sizes and styles).

Got stuck in a corner for a full ten minutes while some people had a gossip, oblivious to my presence

Listened to a Boomer rant about her coat being more expensive than the same one in a different colour. (It is weird but i checked the prices of both and they were right, not my fault. She asked for a discount on it and i respectfully said no bc she's not entitled to a discount bc she can't read the price right lmao and once again, not my fault that they're different).

Set the door alarms off mulitple times by. . . .standing near them. . . (They have issues).

Had a guy ask to speak to the manager because i couldn't give him the NHS discount on top of the sale price (50% off) - literally company policy. Dragged the manager down from the top floor, manager told him the exact same thing i had. He said it was illogical for him not to get discount on sale prices (nhs discount applies to all full price items)????? He was very rude and i was low-key annoyed.

Had someone demand we steam an item for her before she bought it. Like she couldn't just go home and iron it herself if she cared that much?? But like that's effort.

Sold two coats for over 200 pounds each in the same day.

[shiemori-writes]

"Ah! You're finally home (name)! But uh, who are those people behind you?"

PART 1: HEARTSLABYUL

SUMMARY: (Name) finally returned home! Finding a way to alternate between worlds, they decided to introduce all (yes,,..all 22 of them..) of their friends from Twisted Wonderland to their old friends from their world! But that leaves one question left, who would best get along with who?

TAGS: gender neutral reader, 2nd person pov, sfw, fluff-ish crack

notes: just me finding an excuse to combine my old hyperfixation with my new one ngl A3! fans and TW fans where u at!

Things have been looking brightly for you lately! After some digging (aka forcing crowley to research about finding you a way back home bc you just KNOW he either forgot or doesnt care) you managed to find a way to alternate between your world and Twisted Wonderland, to everyones delight. (No grim was NOT crying because he thought he'd lose you wdym????)

After visiting Mankai company and explaining your reasoning for disappearing for a year (or so depends, its up to the reader!) your friends had thought you were crazy, or at the very least believed you but needed further..er, evidence? So you decided, you'd arrange a meeting between your old friends and your new ones, to prove you werent crazy but now, that raises one question left,,,,..Who would best get along with who??

PRESENTING! The whole point of this post to begin with!

Who I think the Twisted Wonderland characters would best get along with who!

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Ok so for Riddle I was lowkey stumped on who to pair him with? But I think he'd best get along with Sakyo Furuichi since they both are pretty authorative and strict? I genuinely dont know who else to pair him with 😭

Sakyo Didnt seem that interested in talking with Riddle at first, commenting on how he doesnt have time to meddle with some kid from the street 💀

Riddle did not like him. Not one bit.

But after spending more time with him and the rest of Autumm trope, he starts to respect his authorative figure and how he's able to keep his trope in shape, so maybe, he isnt that bad.

Hes still salty about being called a kid tho

Ace Trappola

As for Ace, I think he'd get along best with Banri Settsu, both relatively laid back people who get into trouble on a regular basis! though Banri's definitely more on the gangster-punk-ish-intimidating side rather than Ace's chill troublemaker vibe. I can see the both of them being competitive with games (for Banri, he'd invite him to the arcade, and for Ace, I guess a game of basketball??)

Both of em would talk shit behind everyones back LMAO

Banri's just complaining about Juza and Sakyo while he'd be complaining about Riddle and Deuce

Deuce Spade

Ah, our boy Deuce! I wholeheartedly believe he'd get along with Juza Hyodo! Both used to be deliquents after all (Or at least- looked like a deliquent?? For Juzas case?), but strived to better themselves. For Juza, he wanted to better himself (and his reputation as a deliquent, much like Deuce) because of his love for theatre, and Deuce wanted to quit his ways to become an honor role student! both of them would click really well tbh, in my opinion at least.

Ace is not happy as Deuce spends more time with him, Like?? Isnt he the best friend here 🤨🤨??? /hj

(mf he was the one who refused to call Deuce his bsf and now hes complaining 🙄)

Anyways back to hcs! I think Juza would be stiff approaching him tbh, while Deuce is politely greeting him and all

Once they get to know each other more, Deuce would share his old deliquent days while Juza just listens and gives his own experiences every here and then

Congrats! Juza now has another younger brother!

Trey Clover

And now for Trey, Ok I didn't even need to think twice about this, HE'D GET ALONG WITH OMI FUSHIMI ! They both radiate vibes of being the mom friend in the group, and both can cook/bake (COUGHS AND BOTH ARE VERY MUSCULAR WOOO-) , sooo..Yeah! I think Trey and Omi would share stories and their struggles of being the mom friendᵗᵐ and would exchange various recipes with each other! overall very wholesome :D

Omi 🤝 Trey > being the parents of the group

Cater Diamond

Last one but certainly not least, Cater!! Also didn't need to think much abt this one since I already knew, LIKE- as someone who played a3! first, and then twisted wonderland, I can say with full confidence our beloved Cay-cay radiated vibes of Kazunari Miyoshi!

(both have that 2016 influencer vibes smh /hj)

They'd constantly exchange pics and would instantly follow each other on instagram, er- instablam (Cater instantly made himself an account, how? You have no idea tbh) Both cheery personalities immediately clicking with one another

Riddle just sighs, because oh god theres two of them now.

#Bothofthemaresecretlydepressedsquad

Additional Notes: Semi rushed this one! I was supposed to post all of the dorms but, I kind of got impatient and wanted to post this one right away since I got tired of looking at it in my drafts 🏃‍♀️ sooo let me know if you enjoyed it and/or would want a part 2!

[constant-merlin-torture]

Merlin Thoughts pt1

I’m just gonna copy and paste one of my notes app rants so that I can collect my thoughts.

I think I wrote this in June.

Alright. Rant here. So, I wanna start off by saying that I’m not here to start a ship war—as someone who is trying to claw my way out of this fandom/my obsession, it’s easier for me to fathom my issues with Merlin as a show if I talk my way through it. So here it is.

My biggest thing after thinking and talking and complaining and watching and reading, I’ve come to the conclusion that the reason I had such difficulty watching Arwen on the show was because it felt like 1) the relationship was overcompensating and 2) it felt like Arthur was cheating on Merlin. Now now now I know that the second point is purely subjective, but I want to break down why I felt that way. It honestly felt like it was hard to watch because I would have thought it was cute as hell and would have rooted for it and waited for their interactions—like I do with every show I watch cause I’m a nerd—I instead found myself doing that with Merthur, which for me is a sign that something has gone wrong with the relationship for me to be shipping a relationship that isn’t canon. Arwen would have been SO FUN for me to ship because they have so much cute content. 

Like I rewatched the show for the first time, and like there’s an evil Gwen episode where they are just being SO AFFECTIONATE that I love it, but I can’t love it without feeling weird. I think it’s because I’d prefer watching it if it were Arthur and Merlin. Arwen, to give it credit, is cute and deafeningly affectionate, but it feels that there wouldn’t be so much discussion (literally 15 years worth) if the relationship were solid and Merthur was just a fan hallucination. The fact is—these claims to a relationship between Merlin and Arthur that is a step above friendship are sound. Because I think we can all collectively agree that Merlin and Arthur would have been in a relationship if one of them were a girl, so why is it different when Merlin is a man? We can’t hide behind the excuse of them not being sexually affectionate, when there was physical touching, EYE SEX, jealousy (The evil Gwen episode, Gwaine, Lancelot, hello???), trust, emotional dependency, and the fact that they both definitely loved each other. 

It’s a beautiful friendship, no doubt about it, and I am not hating on people that think of it that way. I like that too! But I prefer them romantically because I think it works better that way. Also, those that say Arthur was actually jealous with Gwen, obviously. He loved Gwen too. But, I don’t think, at least not the way it is, that he loved her more. 

Okay so current time anon here, I just read this after a while and I’m about to get SO ANGRY out of nowhere so just, idk, steel yourself and know that I don’t really feel this way anymore??? I still want to post it to stay true to the original emotions I had, but ngl I’m a little aggressive lol. Again. Again. Again. I love gwen (probs my favorite in seasons 1-3), love Arwen when I watch it and dispel thoughts of Merthur, but prefer merthur. So. here it is.

And, I’m sorry, I’m sick and tired of people saying that they “understand Merthur, but don’t think that the show opting for Arwen was heteronormativity.” It completely fucking was. Arthur and Gwen, for most people, came out of nowhere and the relationship was VERY sappy and it felt like they were screaming at us 

“LOOK! see! THEY ARE IN THE SAME ROOM SO ARTHUR LOVES HER AND oh you don’t believe it???? WELL HERE LETS TAKE GWEN OUT OF THE ROOM AND HAVE HIM BRING HER UP????? oh you’re saying that he does that with Merlin too and more often and louder???????? THEN HERE LETS STICK SOME STUPID PROPHECY OR PREMONITION AND oh you’re saying that he has that with Merlin too, and that he is his destiny????? shit man that makes sense what do we do——LETS JUST SCORE SOME OVERLY ROMANTIC MUSIC AND PUT LIGHT ON ANGEL COULBY CAUSE SHE LOOKS MAGNIFICENT IN IT AND THEN HAVE ARTHUR MAKE HEART EYES ok I know he does that last bit with Merlin too BUT YOU DIDNT EXPECT THAT WED MAKE THEM KISS DID YOU??????oh you did cause that’s usually how shows tell you to ship a couple gotcha well your argument makes sense but sucks to be you but here take some queerbaiting and some overdone Arwen scenes and ooop let’s kill Arthur and byeee.

I’m mad yes.

Okay thats it. That’s the rant I wrote in my notes app. It’s funny to see how angry I got, but I think I’m better able to collect my thoughts now that I’ve gotten that out of the way. Don’t judge till I’ve posted that tomorrow!

[megumis-lashes]

A Tokyo Revengers Halloween!

Headcanons for Halloween!! 👻🎃

An: happy Halloween!! I personally love Halloween so have some last minute tokyo rev headcannons! I was gonna write these earlier but it’s still Halloween where I am so!

Contains: mentions of fake blood, just like Halloween activities lol, gn reader, currently not edited/proof read cuz I wanna post on time, I’ll add the ‘read more’ thing later since I’m on mobile 👹

Characters: Mikey/Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Keisuke Baji, Haitani brothers, Imaushi Wakasa

Mikey - Manjiro Sano

A literal menace to society

Gets away with the craziest things purely because it’s Halloween and his costume is cute

Will complain about the amount of candy different houses give out

Even as an adult he’ll still wanna do something for Halloween, like at least get candy for himself lmao

Not against matching costumes but will make you do most of the work for his costume if you do match

Even if you don’t match expect him to ask you for help with his costume or makeup/SFX ☠️

That one kid that counts all their candy at the end of the night and has intense trade offs with other kids

Either easily scared or completely unbothered by jump scares/ horror movies there’s no in between

Loves the classic horror movies, the cheesy/funny ones that are either Halloween comedy or just so badly done that they’re funny

Overall menace/10, very fun person to spend Halloween with but also very chaotic 🎃

Chifuyu Matsuno

When is he not a sweetheart

Will match costumes with you even if you ask extremely last notice, he’ll drop all his plans for you

Not too picky on Halloween activities, down to watch movies, get costumes, go trick or treating

Leans more towards the cute side of Halloween, likes the cats and stuff, not super up for realistic SFX or anything crazy

Will dress up Peke J (as proven by official art)

That one kid who was a cat for Halloween for like 10 years straight (this totally wasn’t me no what are you talking about)

Will share candy with you as long as it’s not one of his favorites

If you’re going out he’ll probably be the most attentive person there, he doesn’t want your night to become a horror movie lmao

The type to ask you to draw cat whiskers on his face last minute and then forget he was wearing makeup and smear it

Overall sweetheart/10, very nice experience, we love cats in this household

Kazutora Hanemiya

Younger Kazutora? Menace to society (maybe even more than Mikey)

Time skip Kazutora? Still a tiny bit of a menace ngl

Will try to casually scare you after watching horror movies or just randomly

The type that would steal your candy as kids, but then he might feel bad and give you some of his in return (only if he liked you tho)

Another that abuses the cat costume except he makes it different by being a tiger or something lol

His costume is his excuse for wearing the tackiest tiger print clothes

Either that or he’s a demon/devil (like in the official art) which is very fitting for how he acts

Not against matching costumes (especially in timeskip, he’d be much more willing then)

In timeskip he would rather stay in for Halloween and watch movies, carve pumpkins something like that instead of going out

If you somehow convince him to go out then simple costumes!

Do his makeup and hair for him and he’s sold, a sucker for having his hair played with/done by other people

Overall chaos/10 or the second sweetheart/10 depending on which Kazutora we’re talking about

Keisuke Baji

Another menace lmao

Will run around the whole time, not actually going to houses really, and then complain about not getting any candy

Goodluck getting him to plan his costume more than half an hour before leaving

Also don’t even try to do his makeup or hair, mans is incapable of sitting still and will severely mess you up

The type that gets insane sugar high but then passes out for 12 straight hours when it wears off

His official art is like a werewolf costume? But he would use whatever he had to make a costume lmao, it’s a bonus if it’s not complicated or he doesn’t have to wear a shirt

If he’s staying home, he’ll insist on buying like 3+ bags of candy for trick or treaters just for him to eat it all and get mad at kids that wanted some of it ☠️

If you go to a party or something like that then put a tracking device on this man. He will somehow manage to end up at entirely different party and just blend in perfectly

Another one that would try to scare you but go all out, faking his own death kinda shit, then he’ll laugh at you for half an hour straight

Overall catastrophe but fun/10, exhilarating experience but you may or may not remember 80% of it the next day

Ran Haitani

The type to take Halloween as an excuse to commit crime cuz ‘no one’s gonna know’

May or may not use real blood instead of fake blood for his costume

Seems like someone that would dress up as ‘himself’ at parties ☠️ and take it as a compliment if someone knew who he was lmfao

Other than that he would somewhat go all out on costumes, use fake blood and SFX

Might match costumes if you ask in advance but would choose the spooky route over the cute route

The type to ruthlessly scare little kids but then give them candy afterwards as payment lmao

Seems the type to put at least some effort into decorations, or will just commit a crime in front of his house and claim it’s fake

Doesn’t care that much for candy but is lowkey territorial over his favorites

Most likely to get tipsy or just all out drunk at a Halloween party and say something along the lines of ‘babe we should totally recreate this horror movie it would be great’

Pls tell him no

If he stays home then he will sort through the candy for his favorites before he hands any of it out

Will prank you and scare you constantly throughout October, you will not get a break until it’s practically Christmas lmao

Overall insane but kinda fun/10, beware the crimes that most likely will occur with this man

Rindou Haitani

Kind of a deadbeat ngl

It would take a bit of convincing to do anything for Halloween, let alone match costumes

If anything I could see him matching with his brother purely so that they both could get away with crimes ☠️

If he did any sort of costume it would have to be simple, something that requires minimal effort and no makeup or anything really

Uninfluenced by what you wear, the type to go to a Halloween party in normal clothes with you wearing a whole ass costume and just say that he’s a waiter or something for Halloween lol

Surprisingly good at carving pumpkins, great at detail work somehow

I feel like he has a huge sweet tooth but hides it shamefully lmao

If you find out about his sweet tooth then this man will steal your candy as punishment

The type to be home, and so obviously so, with lights on and stuff, and not answer the door for trick or treaters.

Might scare them away with a kitchen knife if he’s that bothered

If you manage to drag him to a party when he’s in a good mood, then he’ll play along with your costume a bit and probably tease you

Overall kinda lame but also can be fun/10, you just need to inspire this man ok

Imaushi Wakasa

Ok so mans has a sweet tooth and that’s why he likes Halloween

Will bully you to give him lollipops, if you refuse he will give you silent treatment for like 3 days

Once he’s past the stage of enjoying going out/ trick or treating/partying, his favorite Halloween activity is watching scary movies the whole day

It’s a lazy but wholesome activity, especially if they’re Halloween comedies or those old movies with effects so bad they’re funny

Will still buy candy though, even if you don’t get trick or treaters

Not one to decorate much but will get some pumpkins for ‘fall spirit��, he thinks they’re nice but he won’t be that up to carve them, it’s too much mess

If you convince him to go to a costume party then please do his make up

Has the prettiest lashes and can pull off practically anything he desired Istg

I feel like he secretly likes some of the Halloween tropes? Like the whole vampire, werewolf thing, stereotypical stuff like that

Would be a vampire maybe, it’s an easy costume but it never fails

Overall chill/10, nice to hang out with, even if you aren’t doing much

[janiedean]

What changes from f&b did you like and didn't like in the lizards show? Personally not a big fan of how little we got of laena, but ymmv

what I didn't like (though it's nothing dealbreaking the way it was with got):

i agree on seeing more of laena - I mean I think maybe they're going a bit too fast with the timeskip because we spent five wholeass episodes going kind of slowly and then in two we had what YEARS of stuff put in including daemon and laena already having grown children and we didn't see jace/lucerys/aemond being born etc like... I could have done with another episode in the middle bridging the gap? but yeah I agree she should have been around more

listen I know that mushroom is an extremely difficult character to adapt without making it offensive or over the top and technically they don't need him because it's not framed like f&b but man I miss that mushroom isn't in the show I'd have wanted to see how they went about him

not enough tyland lannister yet not enough tyland lannister the only valid one in f&b and I'll die on that hill

for all tarth is mentioned in the book there isn't enough in the show

ngl I'm just sad they started adapting from the dance and not from the beginning because we didn't get my girl rhaena nor the legend coryanne wylde nor my actual fave (aenyysss T_T) nor jaehaerys's reign which I'll admit I wanted more because of the aemon/jocelyn and balon/alyssa stuff but T_T ah well T_T

not enough backstory abt why harrenhal is cursed

what I like:

alicent is a way better character in the show than in the book like I appreciate they actually sat read the thing and went 'okay this is written supposedly by an old white dude a century or so later and it's gonna be favorable to rhaenyra anyway so maybe we can be more in-depth about it' and like in the book she's basically the less-terrible-without-the-incest version of c. which made 100% sure I'd dislike her from the get-go, in the show she's actually a character with a psychological bg/motivations that are shown really well and while I'm nowhere near stanning the greens nor I think that post-timeskip anything she does is excusable (bc parental abuse is parental abuse anyway and I'm saying it as someone who doesn't particularly like how her children grow up either but come on) at least you see WHY she's like that and you feel sorry for her so yeah def that

show!viserys > book viserys but grrm agrees with me on that so

laenor's book-death being subverted with they actually faked it and ran away to the free cities? please I'm all for the poor guy being happy

also I liked joffrey's death at the actual wedding? though I'd have wanted to see him wear laenor's favor T_T

for the rest I think they're adapting everything fairly well/without MAJOR™ changes? I mean I like that daemon's a lot less smooth than he seemed in the book tho I still don't know if I like matt sm*ths' acting 100% of the time like the more time passes the more I can dig it but esp in the beginning I think he lacked the hefty dose of charme that kinda character needs to be oozing but really everything I have to complain wrt this show is nitpicking in comparison to what I used to with got X°DDD

[carmensbroom]

I've once again had 6 hours to process everything I saw in season 4 so I'm just gonna say my thoughts on it (hold onto your fedoras again folks)

first off, WE FOUND OUT GRAY'S LAST NAME?? I was so shocked and happy at the same time I love how everyone asked for player's real name and we ended up with gray's surname for some reason shsjsj. NOBODY ASKED FOR THAT BUT THEY DELIVERED ANYWAY

ALSO GRAHAM IS AN ORPHAN?? my precious boy *throws mommy's boy headcanon out the window*

the second episode really had me shipping carmivy they're so cute we got a girl's trip and I'm all for it

I think I may now be a dash haber stan but let's not make a big thing of it

also ivy eating the chocolate in the middle of a mission deserves an honorable mention because of her cute little tongue (I'm weird okay djsjsjs)

zack trying to bond with shadowsan and him having none of it was delightful

that fucking robot god damn bellum really thought of everything didn't she every time I thought it was gone it made a come back I literally said out loud "carmen is so fucked"

I SWEAR TO GOD EVERY TIME GRAY TALKED ABOUT CARMEN I KEPT THINKING HE WAS GONNA SAY "BECAUSE I LOVE HER" IN WHICH CASE I WOULD HAVE DIED AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY

yall have no idea how relieved I was when I found out that photo of julia was her and her (presumably) mother and NOT a boyfriend sjsjsjs

catch me making a headcanon that julia has a single mom because her father disowned her for coming out as gay based on that picture alone 😭

I'M SORRY BUT THE AMOUNT OF FLIRTING BETWEEN CARMEN AND JULES?? PLEASE THEY'RE SECRET GIRLFRIENDS JUST ADMIT YOU CENSORED THEM AND GO

OKAY BUT WHEN THEY WERE IN JULIA'S OFFICE AND CARMEN SAID "WAY TO FOLLOW YOUR HEART JULES" AND SHE WAS LIKE "YOU REMEMBERED" I LOST IT WHAT DID CARMEN REMEMBER JULES?? DID THEY HAVE A CONVERSATION OFF SCREEN? MAYBE I'M JUST A BIG HUGE LESBIAN BUT THAT'S A BIT GAY LADIES

carmen getting all worried when julia wasn't answering her phone was the blessed gay content I signed up for PLEASE THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH

never thought I'd say this but I loved devineaux this season he was funny, he improved his treatment towards julia (I don't recall him officially apologising I must have missed something djsjsjs)

the only thing I didn't like was it kinda seemed like they were trying to hint that chase and jules were into each other and I didn't really vibe with that

all that shit with dr bellum and the crown for cleo really had me thinking cleobellum was gonna be canon what a clown I am (seriously tho the way she lost it when the crown got stolen GIVE IT BACK IT BELONGS TO HER WIFE)

look all I'm saying is: tigress new outfit in the egypt episode was hot

HER FACE AT THE END AFTER SHE GOT TRAPPED WITH ALL THOSE BUGS

I wish julia and gray could have met there's so much friendship potential there 😭

is player... is he a bit 💅 I SEE THAT PRIDE STICKER ON YOUR LAPTOP YOUNG MAN YOU'RE NOT SUBTLE

ngl I nearly teared up when player finally met carmen in person

I'M SORRY BUT JULIA'S BLUSH IN EPISODE 7 PLEASE SHE'S SO SMITTEN WITH CARMEN IT'S BRILLIANT

EVIL CARMEN WAS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE I WAS SO SCARED SHE'D BE STUCK LIKE THAT FOREVER

I mentioned this in another post but when julia was like "don't you remember me? I'm your girlfriend friend, jules" I NEARLY FUCKING CRIED THEY WERE GETTING KINDA CLOSE AND THEN CARMEN GOT MIND WIPED

JULIA TOPS JULIA TOPS I SAID IT ALL ALONG AND IT'S TRUE SHE REALLY PINNED VILE CARMEN THAT'S TOP BEHAVIOR (also this now makes carmen a bottom I don't make the rules)

kinda shocked that paper star was hardly here I don't stan her so it didn't bother me much but still it was just strange they didn't use her this season

when shadowsan whipped out the last doll and carmen had all those flashbacks to when she was at vile I nearly started crying AGAIN

I LEGIT THOUGHT CARMEN HAD KILLED GRAY DJSJSJS AN ELECTRICIAN GETTING ELECTROCUTED THAT'S SOME IRONY RIGHT THERE

gray really confused me towards the end he kept switching sides every five minutes for the whole season I wasn't sure whether to trust him half the time dhshsjs

THE LOOK ON CARMEN'S FACE WHEN SHE THOUGHT SHE'D KILLED GRAY WAS SO HEARTBREAKING AND THEN SHE STARTED CRYING OH MY GOD I'M SORRY BABY

the way she's always been against hurting people/taking lives and then she ended up hurting all the people she loves (she nearly killed zack for god sake) really hit me hard

gray's ending was... kinda weird I understood the parallel of him not wanting to complicate carmen's life like she said about him in season 2 but it was still kinda strange that they didn't have one more conversation or get any closure

I'm obviously kinda upset that carulia wasn't canon they had so much potential imo and the show isn't about romance anyway BUT I'm happy with the content we got and THEY FLIRTED SO MUCH THEY'RE CANON IN MY HEART

THE TEAM RED GROUP HUG KILLED ME IT WAS SO CUTE

kinda annoyed that carmen just straight up left zack and ivy she really just left a note and said YEET

ivy's voice crack when she read the note got me all choked up

ngl I'm still not entirely sure how it ended I had to rewatch it a few times to understand what they were trying to imply sjsjsj

would have loved to know carmen's given name but at the same time she's literally THE carmen sandiego that's who she is, it would be silly to go by a name that she doesn't connect with just because her parents gave her it

her mom being a regular citizen was kinda bittersweet I mean a plot twist would have been good but at the same time it would make the story even more complicated

*dreams of a spinoff movie where we get better closure on everything*

ACME IVY ACME IVY I'M NOT AN IVY STAN BUT DAMN IF I AIN'T SIMPING FOR ACME IVY

I know carmen didn't want revenge but I feel like chief got let off with killing her father way too quickly if I'm honest sjsjsj

JULIA BEING IN CHARGE OF FINDING CARMEN'S MOM OH MY GOSH

I feel so bad for laughing when julia got knocked out the way the cloth fell on her head sent me but when the pole hit her head I was like "OKAY I TAKE IT BACK THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE"

was not expecting julia to physically fight anyone I mean she's always been so calm and collected and then this season she was like fuck it might as well hit a few people before we finish forever

wishing carmen and jules could have hugged or had a scene together where they talked about stockholm but I won't complain it wouldn't have really made sense anyway considering they were cool with each other at the university

so glad the trailer was misleading about the coach brunt situation I really didn't want her to get a last minute redemption

another honorable mention: cleo snapping at julia "DON'T YOU DARE IMPLY THAT I AM COMMON" sent me djdjs she was just stood there like "I am but a humble history lesbian leave me be"

I think that's everything I'll probably add to it later if I think of anything or I might make a part 2 djsjsjs (I've been writing this for almost an hour now 😭)

overall I enjoyed it from start to finish. I haven't really cried about it ending yet I'm still processing everything but I'll probably have a little sob when it finally hits me djsjsjs

CARULIA NATION WE BASICALLY WON NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I REWATCH ALL THEIR SCENES TOGETHER AND MAKE IT MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY