#im gonna focus on coding

[bf-rally]

Hii! Happy June :]

I just wanted to make a quick post since I didn't post anything this week

An update on the bf item collectibles:

I actually finished drawing all of the items for the current bfs that exist 👏🏾

Now, I'm forcing myself to move onto the actual coding part!

And reminders:

- Summer starts this month (June 20th), so the Arlie spring alts and frogs will be removed when July hits!

- And the usual, go collect Spring Alts, Frogs, and current boyfriends if you haven't already.

That should be all for now. (And I should be back next week with a doodle 🫡)

[blockgamepirate]

I don't know about the Federation hating bird people, what if it's more like them liking bird people but in all the worst ways?

[averys-happy-space]

i did a thing for my sideblog :) u can look at it live here

[butchlifeguard]

i dont wanna decide on a career unfortunately everyone wants me to soso bad

[blyszczopies]

back in my day i would make my deviantart account soo pretty with premium profile customization. surely thats enough to code an entire website all by myself

[pixxicat]

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[caramelmochacrow]

GONNA USE MY BLOG AS PRACTICE FOR CODING YAYYYY (sorry for the bs you will see w my blog later)

[morrigansravens]

I have so many things to do! C'est fou!

[evil-maryland]

:D

OOC: NOTE THINGY

20 Notes and ill tell my parents i want psychological help again

100 Notes and ill study ahead in french

200 Notes and ill study ahead in maths(god no)

700 Notes and ill study the whole next theme for the rest of this year for history

1000 Notes and ill actually take care of myself

1500 Notes and ill do own brain studies n stuff

2000 Notes and ill actually do the damn thing ive been trying to do

EDIT1: i forgot to add rules.... maryland pls only like an eight of the postlimit max (this includes all ur blogs) everyone else free tho

[mrsmangi]

im a sucker for luigi listening and participaitng in class and being the student leader he is... imagine hes busy doing some robot stuff and u have to be somehwere and ur like "im gonna go out" then he's like "ok becareful" then u lean in to kiss his cheek then he kinda adjusts his lips to the side of his face while his eyes are still plastered to the screen in an effort for ur lips to reach his

also appreciation for luigi doing the lip pouty thing stop..and his little moles STOP IT i love ur work my love!!

focus - luigi mangione

♡ w.c.: 430 ♡ a/n: yes. ik this wasn’t a request, but thank u for giving me an excuse to write him with glasses–i’m indebted to u forever now. 😣💗

Luigi sits at his desk, long fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop. You’ve been sitting on the bed for the past hour and a half, playing games on your phone while he navigates some intricate coding for his robotics project. His posture is relaxed, but his mind clearly runs at a hundred miles an hour.

The slight furrow in his brow makes him look impossibly focused and the glasses perched on his nose only add to his allure. Their sleek frame suits him perfectly, somehow defining his sharp jawline even further.

You glance at time on your phone and sigh, willing yourself to roll out of his bed. You shift into your shoes, leaning over to tie them. “I’m heading out,” you call to him, rising and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

He doesn’t look up at first, but you notice the corners of his mouth twitch in acknowledgement.

“Okay,” he replies, voice low. “Be careful.”

You stroll over to him, standing by his side for a moment, just taking him in. The way his glasses reflect in the screen’s light make him seem even more brilliant than usual. Leaning down, you pace a soft kiss on his cheek, the faint scent of his musk filling your senses.

His lips shift subtly with a slight turn of his head, seeking yours without breaking his concentration. His eyes are still flued to the screen, but the faintest curve of a pout forms on his lips–a complaint to your hasty goodbye.

You chuckle, indulging him and catching his lips with yours in a slow kiss. The soft click of the keys stops for a moment, and you can feel his faint smile against your lips. You pull away.

“You’re distracting me,” he murmurs, pulling his eyes away from the screen to glance at you, before looking back at the screen. The blush dusting his cheeks gives him away.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” you counter, giving his hair a playful ruffle. His hands reach up to adjust his glasses with a soft sigh.

“Text me when you get there,” he says. A grin spreads across his face. His voice is level and calm, but you know better–you’ll be on his mind until you’re back.

As you walk out the door, you glance over your shoulder one last time. He’s already back at work, glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose, making him look even more unfairly hot. You can’t help but sigh as you open the door.

Luigi Mangione is going to be the death of you.

[thejesterfrog]

you should draw yakou and/or vivia >:))))

took a mini break to focus on editing and something i had in my wips. coming back to the requests with yakou and vivia!!!

i was gonna start blabbing about how fun these two in specific are to draw then i remembered how fun every rain code character is to draw. i don't think i could pick 💀 i was also gonna do an additional vivia headshot but there's another vivia request later in the queue so im gonna practise self-restraint 🙏🙏

blather aside thank you so much for the request lore!!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 11

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader + outdoors/public

How are yall spending your weekend? Im gonna spend it doing absolutely nothing, i hope. This kinda goes along with the vader prompt from last year, which you can read here. But it can still be read as a stand-alone, i think?

this has some dom/sub vibes between the reader and Vader, that just came as i wrote this. enjoy.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Being Darth Vader’s imperial officer came with its benefits and drawbacks. Being so clearly marked as Vader’s, in a special uniform that fit his colour scheme awoke fear in those around you, and garnered you much respect. It also meant you didn’t have to fear your superior in the same way, especially after you had started frequenting his quarters so he could “make sure your uniform was up to code”.

Most times it ended with you on your knees with him in your mouth, but on days where his pains were at the worst, Lord Vader simply used the force to have his way with you instead. You couldn’t see his face, and there was little chance you ever would, but you had a feeling he was smiling. At least a little, as you writhed and gasped on the cold metal floors of his chambers, as he played you like the little tool you were to him.

Sith did not love, it was not in their nature. But Vader could admit he was at least… fond of you. it was not in the same way he felt about Padme, no one could be Padme. But you were different in your own way. You didn’t fear him the same way as everyone else. You did fear him, everyone did, but it had a layer of respect in it that he hadn’t felt since he was Anakin Skywalker.

Your loud dreams about both Vader and Skywalker also helped with that, as Vader worked to slowly push the thoughts of Anakin out and replace them with only himself. It did feel nice to sometimes take the form of Anakin in your dreams, just so you could fuck him for once, since that wasn’t possible after he became more machine than man.

But being Vader’s own personal imperial officer, his “pet” as some whispered around the ship or death star, also came with the benefit that nobody dared question you. Or rather, nobody dared question Lord Vader. Which was why nobody questioned your position at his feet as he stood, staring out into hyperspace.

The few working around the bridge dared barely look in your direction, most fearing the powers of the force. Most knew little about the force, only that it was a power that made a being able to do things that should only be possible by gods. And the empire had made sure to scrub away what little knowledge there was. This resulted in most thinking that Vader always knew what they were thinking. He could, if he wanted too, and did most days. But with you at his feet there were more interesting things to focus on.

You had been ordered to stay quiet as you rubbed against his boot, feeling the unforgiving nature of his metal limbs against where you were most sensitive. Your uniform was pristine as always, not even allowed to have a single stitching out of place. That would be insulting to your lord you know, to walk around in such a special uniform and look dirty or disorganized.

But it was so hard to keep your face blank and your voice silent as you felt the force tighten around your base again, putting a stop to the orgasm that had been bubbling for what must have been the tenth time. At least, you thought so, maybe you had lost track.

The whine that was bubbling up in your throat was cut up with a familiar pressure, the minimal creak of Vader’s gloved hand telling you that he was using the force to quiet you. He had never choked you to near death, but he liked to remind you that he could. Vader could do anything to you, and at this point, after serving him for so long, you had a feeling you would let him.

As if he could sense your thoughts, which he most likely could, the squeezing around your throat and shaft lessened. It was still there, like an ever-constant reminder that he could snap your neck if he so wanted, but it only served to make your blood rush faster.

It was a little messy that your body had learned to become aroused by his threats, or perhaps promises, that he could kill you if he so pleased. About Vader’s absolute power over you, and anyone under his rule. The emperor may be the one at the top, but to you, Vader was the greatest.

The minimal hitch in his rhythmic breath made you shudder. He had liked those thoughts. It was only your amount of experience that you knew that, having had to learn what every minimal hitch of breath, curl of a finger, or turn of his helmet covered head meant. But it felt so rewarding now, to be the only one able to pick such things up.

There was a press against your prostate, an invisible force that you now knew was the force. Lord Vader had clearly been pleased with your opinion of him, rewarding you by rubbing that one place inside you that you didn’t touch yourself anymore, after Vader had ordered you not too.

It made a shuddering soft gasp leave you, causing an immediate flash of shame and panic to fill your chest. Lord Vader had told you to be quiet, and yet you had gasped, loud enough for those sitting by the panels closest dared peak over, before immediately looking away in fear once more.

You could feel tears gather in your eyes. You must have disappointed Lord Vader so much, you couldn’t even follow a simple order. The thought of his punishments made you want to grovel for forgiveness. Vader didn’t punish you in ways he punished others, there was no fear of death, but feeling him torture your prostate or cock from the other side of the ship, sometimes made you wish it was death.

For Vader didn’t do punishments lightly, small things like uniform irregularities had you edged till you sobbed. Or when he wasn’t in incredible pain, Vader found it fun to put you over his knee, letting his heavy metal hand spank you. Feeling his ungloved hand honestly always felt hotter than seeing his cock, like you were feeling and witnessing so far beyond your league that you could never dare try to put it into words.

But instead of punishing you, Vader’s hand slowly raised and placed itself on the top of your head, knocking your hat to the floor with a soft noise. In the quiet room it felt loud, loud enough to make some of the other worker’s flinch. Lord Vader didn’t need to speak, his one action was enough for you to sigh in relief. He was feeling forgiving today, he wouldn’t punish you for your small mishap. For now, at least.

You could hear his voice in your head, making you almost jolt. It was strange to get used too, to hear him through your mind and not your ears, but you understood it. Lord Vader couldn’t be caught speaking to anybody he didn’t need to speak too, so it always felt more intimate when he spoke to you this way. When he praised you or scolded you, like the pet you were.

His rumbled deep words had your neck straightening, as you moved your hips more insistently against his boots. You knew you would have to shine them later, most likely with your tongue, but that was fine too, you didn’t mind. Instead, you struggled to keep yourself quiet as Vader used the force to stimulate you further, almost cruelly forcing you over the edge as you gripped his leg, shaking all over as you were finally allowed to finish.

The heavy gloved hand on top of your head was all the comfort you got, at least in the eyes of the others there. Nobody could see how the force slowly rubbed your limbs and ran across your brain like a comforting cold cloth. Times like these reminded you that Lord Vader could be kind, in his own way at least, and to you.

It made it easier to pick up your hat again and rise to your feet, acting like nothing was happening as a small twitch of Vader’s hand had the creases in your uniform smoothing out. You could see the nearby workers blushing as you put your hat back on and took your dutiful spot behind Vader. Never beside him, and never in front of him, but behind him like the loyal pet that they all whispered you were.

And maybe you were a pet, all Vader had to do was tell you to bark. And bark you would, until your throat was raw, and your lungs collapsed. Because Vader was all you had, and something told you, that you were all he had in return.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

okay hiii i heard requests were open so i thought i'd try, first off i love your writing so much, when i tell you it moves me to tears im not exaggerating so i havent read the comics so bare w me please 🥹🤍 idk if you do OCS, if you do could it be about a woman called thea, if not fem y/n or however you feel comfortable doing it basically this girl is a medical student studying to be a doctor, dating richard (dick) grayson/ nightwing, and it's kind of angsty, she sees hi injured, rushes in and patches him up- dangerous, stakes are high, maybe she could ever get injured too in the process? just a thought! love ur work, and absolutely no pressure for this request 🤍🥹

Aw you're so sweet💜💜💜

Pretty High Stakes

Injured! Dick Grayson x Medschool! Reader

Warnings: Graphic injury, trauma, blood, panic, emotional breakdown, language

You knew the risks when you fell for him.

When you let him kiss you with bruised lips and bloodied knuckles. When you let his hands cup your face even though they'd been breaking ribs hours before. When you chose to stay—not just in his life, but in his world.

But nothing prepares you for this.

Not med school. Not emergency rotations. Not any of the hellish scenarios you’d run through in simulation labs. Because this wasn’t a controlled environment with crash carts and proper lighting.

This was a filthy Gotham alley at 1:17 in the morning, and the man you loved was bleeding out in your arms.

You’d only been part of the mission in the smallest way. Remote first aid support, coordinating through Oracle, helping ID the traffickers. Dick hadn’t even told you the full details, just that he “had it handled.” You’d believed him—until his comm went dead.

That silence had cut through you like a scalpel.

Now your shoes splashed through dirty puddles as you sprinted toward the last coordinates. Every second felt like glass dragging through your chest. Your breath caught when you finally rounded the corner and saw him.

Dick.

His suit was torn open along his ribs, blood pouring out in terrifying waves. His body was crumpled like a marionette whose strings had been severed. His head lolled to the side. One escrima stick was still in hand, the other abandoned a few feet away.

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. Then instinct slammed through you like lightning. You hit your knees beside him, skidding on the wet pavement. “Dick—Dick!”

His eyes fluttered weakly. One barely opened, revealing his near-lifeless baby blue. “Sweetheart...?”

“I’m here,” you said, voice trembling. “Jesus, Dick, what—what the hell happened?”

"Got… the kids out,” he rasped. “Three of them. They’re safe.”

You pressed your coat against the gaping wound at his side. Blood soaked through instantly. Your stomach turned, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t afford to. “Focus on me,” you said, voice cracking. “You’re okay. Just—keep your eyes open.”

“Couldn’t call,” he murmured. “Comm—busted.”

“You should’ve waited.” Your tone wavered somewhere between fury and despair. “You always do this. Always push too hard, too far—”

“No time,” he said. “They were gonna move them. I had to—”

You gritted your teeth, adjusting your weight to apply more pressure. He let out a low groan that hit you like a bullet.

“I’m calling Oracle,” you whispered. Your fingers, slick with blood, fumbled for your phone. You activated the encrypted emergency line. The screen was blurred by rain and tears. “Oracle. Code Nightfall.”

Barbara’s voice came through instantly. “Where’s Nightwing?”

“Down. Severely wounded. Multiple lacerations. Stab wound to the abdomen. He’s going into shock.” Your voice caught. “I need med-evac. Now. 9th and Haven.”

“I’ve got you,” she said, calm but urgent. “Stay with him. ETA four minutes.” You threw the phone aside and turned back to him. His skin was pale. His lips tinged blue.

“Stay awake,” you begged, clutching his hand like you were the one dying. “Please.”

His fingers curled weakly around yours. “Didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You let out a laugh that was half a sob. “Well, too late. And you still look stupidly handsome, you reckless idiot.”

A ghost of a smile flickered on his lips. Then his body seized.

Your heart stopped. “Dick!”

He coughed, and blood spattered against your neck. You scrambled to clear his airway, lifting his head just enough to tilt it, trying not to scream.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered over and over, as if repetition could bend reality. “You’re not dying. Not here. Not tonight.”

You heard the Batwing before you saw it—the roar of engines slicing through the storm. Bright searchlights bathed the alley in pale blue. The dropship’s doors opened mid-hover. Medics in Wayne-Tech armor repelled down before the skids even touched pavement.

You didn’t want to move. You didn’t trust anyone else to touch him. But you had to.

“He’s going into hypovolemic shock,” you barked at the lead medic. “Massive blood loss. Suspected liver laceration. He needs blood and surgery. Now.” They didn’t question you. They moved fast. Intubation. Fluids. Vitals. A hard collar. They cut through his suit while stabilizing his spine. You helped strap him to the gurney. His blood was everywhere.

He was still conscious—barely. He almost couldn't rasp out your name.

You bent close. Rain soaked through your scrubs as you practically cradled him to your chest, mindful of every painful wound inflicted upon his body. “I’m here.”

“Love you.”

Your breath caught. Your hands trembled. You’d said it before, once, quietly. He never had. Until now. Until this. Until he was dying in your arms in the middle of a filthy alleyway. “I love you too,” you whispered. “So stay alive and say it again when I’m not covered in your blood.”

He gave a barely-there nod before his eyes fluttered shut.

Masterlist

[p-h-a-n-t-a]

I tend to fixate on evan as a character at times because his whole shtick is that hes mysterious and has issues tm, but also because i have also been the haunted (literally spoke to ghosts as a child) ass white kid (white) suffering from food insecurity (yall ever have a mustard sandwich, its bread heels with mustard on them. Thats how i learned to like mustard.) So i relate to him quite a bit.

But, i cant help but be deeply curious about the other misfits and their lives, struggles, and their mysteries.

I frequently work with kids like Jammer (ive been christened with a nickname by middleschoolers. Its Shawty DooBop. Im glad its that and not "that mean ass librarian") and I wonder what his life is like on a day to day basis. Did he pick his sister up from her after school program? How long has he been writing? A lot of kids I know, no matter how much they like the sports they play, were originally put into them by parents hoping they could be something great, but what would he want to be if he wanted to be something different? Did he ever read the maximum ride series? Does he actually like dragon ball Z or is it more of a cultural osmosis thing?

K is deeply relatable to me on a number of levels (nonbinary tumblrina) but also deeply alien. Do they talk to their family at all? Do they feel remorse for cyber bullying people over steven universe? Do they get mad at themself when they have to remember people cant just be tropes, they also have to be people? Even themself? When will they go to therapy????

Sam black, britain, butler my beloved. Fellow child of divorce, how much did that influence your comunication? How long has being an influencer been her focus? Does she actually want to inluence, or does she just want friends? She struggled in school, did anyone ever try to help? Would it have been better or worse to be on an iep plan? Does she still talk to her family much now that shes famous, is it out of love, or out of that family wanting her support and her energy? How has T2 stayed a teacup pig? Those usually grow into potbelly pigs of some sort. Does she feel like her magic has actually hampered her ability to connect with others because she is so easily liked? What were the sailor moon forums like, what happened after your pink pal stopped liking pink?

Also to the magic mommy of all time, what was Bombini's life like? A 600+ year old wizard who seems to have lost everything dear to him and is upholding the memory of people long lost built on foundations that were crumbling from the start. Dudes middle name is kyle. He seems like a paralell to our sad ass white boy, if they had decided to uphold the nature of magic and the old ways, would evan have become like him? A shuffling, sad, impossibly old steward? Also whats happening on tadershacourt. Whos the shadow man with Khan.

God i have so many questions, im deeply glad misfits and magic got a season 2 but i do think it has just given me more to be insane about. I managed this with only 4 eps and a holiday special, im gonna explode. Truely the tumblr coded series of all time.

[nerves-nebula]

this gonna be a bitchy post lacking in nuance but who cares. im annoyed.

child predators and abusers will use literally whatever is most effective to groom someone, that's kind of the whole fuckin point. pointing out that they can use certain media to groom kids is like pointing out that you can drink liquids. like yea you sure can. you can groom a kid through their interest in sesame street. you can groom a kid with adventure time. you can twist even the most harmless story book with a Nice Upstanding Moral at the end into whatever you want.

when i was in high school I basically fell in love with any teacher that gave me food cuz i was fucking starving and that's a way more effective way to gain my trust than like, idk, sketchy fandom porn. (which i also loved as a kid/teen but I never really talked to people online or in person about it cuz i didnt wanna get adults in trouble!) and if someone online was weird to me back then i just ghosted them cuz i didn't have to exist in meat space with them if they made me uncomfortable.

anyway back to my point: should we ban granola bars cuz they were a way to fast-track the trust of food insecure kids? the way some of y'all talk about abuse, and grooming in specific is so frustrating, like, what are you fuckin talking about. grooming is a series of actions a person chooses to take to get what they want, it's manipulation, what they use to groom people with is entirely situational and moreover irrelevant.

should we all just sit in 5 x 5 cubes and paint neutral faces on a canvas till we die or should we try to have systems in place to prevent adults from gaining so much control over kids just by being kind of nice to them. and that's not even getting into how censorship literally never works the way you might want it to. it's impossible to create censorship that isn't inherently bigoted and useless because the only people with the power to properly censor are the people with the most power in general. and they do not like the rest of us. and they are also often on the side of abusers, if not abusers themselves!

yall will gives thousands of notes to posts that basically say they want the haze code back cuz you're too dumb and reactionary to think about fucking anything other than "child abuse bad so i guess i agree." then go patting yourselves on the back without having helped a single child.

yall love to feel vindicated more than you care about victims. don't act like anything you do is for the survivors if your focus is always on retribution or censorship against the abusers. you don't care about us. you don't remember we even exist half the time. none of you have looked into what actually helps us, none of you internalize our complicated feelings, none of you are willing to ease up on your christian ideas of sex and sexuality unless we explain our entire traumatic backstories to you. and then you say we're broken and need help, as if what we don't really need is for you to back us up or leave us the fuck alone.

none of you care. you just wanna find acceptable targets for your anger so you can feel good about destroying the Bad Person. dont piss me off

[snailfen]

been seeing people write up s4 wishlists so heres mine !!!

- i actually would like to see nickel apologize. i trust them to not have suitcase forgive his ass at all but after everything he put her through, she deserves that closure!

- on that note, what about suitcase and baseballs relationship now? i think the thing is that even up to the end, baseball still didnt fully understand suitcase. even if he understood why she left the alliance, he still believes her to be a victim of circumstance when it came to voting nickel out, and then he assumed himself to be a source of anxiety for suitcase and didn't let her talk after she chose knife as her final competitor. i don't think its OVER for them as friends especially since baseballs learned he can't give up trying even when he fails, but i do think its another obstacle in their rocky relationship. yeesh you two this is awkward

- also ALSO i would like to see baseball and balloon interact?. they hardly interacted on the grand slams and while baseball did side with nickel in the plot to get him out, he still wanted suitcase to have him as a friend if thats what she wanted. overall he doesn't seem to dislike balloon, at all? cant really say how balloon sees him. but i wanna See

- the complications in fan and test tubes relationship with bot, we've already seen some of it with bot going against test tube when it came to cabby, but im talking more about bot resenting them for the way they were made. i mean i would also like to see fans positive relationship as well since we've mostly only seen test tubes side of things, but when it comes to both of them i wanna see how that resentment might interfere with bots relationship to them. bot genuinely does seem to desire having them in their life, but what now? part of me wonders if finding out that they (unknowingly) perpetuated a cycle of abuse through bot would also affect this, and also how.

- SPEAKING OF THE CYCLE !!!!!! (<-rain world fans when theres a cycle) i really want to see how the contestants process their entire existence being for a gameshow. like, none of them have parents, they just spawned into the world thinking death wasnt such a huge deal because they could be revived (until now). they're some guys coping mechanism. yeah sure they can now make their lives their own, but they aren't NORMAL. thats kinda fucked when you think about it

- salt character development please please please oh please. the thing thats really interesting about salt is that she's one of the very few who hasn't broken from her "code" so to speak. i really do think the only thing that's going to cause her to do that (as hinted at by brian? or at least how i interpreted it) is if pepper gets fed up with her acting like the world revolves around her. pepper is just as much salts other half as salt is peppers, the only thing is, salt doesn't realize that because she's the "trendsetter" and peppers the "follower". it also doesn't seem like anyone else actually likes her at this point either, so if she loses pepper for a bit its really gonna force her to reevaluate her entire life.

- on that note this is a personal headcanon ive come up with so im not betting on it happening. but its really good to the point that id like to see it in canon so im putting it here anyways. candlepep friendship? candle has learned she needs to focus on herself rather than the needs of others, but since the contestants have to rebuild from scratch, i could very well see her falling back on old habits and trying to help others and possibly forgetting her own needs. she must feel needed, after all! but then theres pepper. based on my hypothetical above, being without salt is gonna be really tough for her but she's probably gonna have a little more support from others than salt.

However! pepper instinctively feels like she needs someone to "follow", so without salt i could very well see her trying to latch onto others. i feel like seeing someone who's in a similar predicament (both girls needing to center someone else in their lives) might remind candle that she needs to remember her needs and focus on herself. i feel like the two of them could teach eachother something important? meditation involves focusing on yourself and pepper still needs to learn that. as for the other way around, peppers interests are more based on fashion and makeup (and while those are interests that still align with salt) and that kind of practice is most fun when you focus on what makes you personally happy (something candle could learn, focusing on her wants and needs etc). i like the idea of them not necessarily NEEDING eachother but growing to like the other and wanting the other as their friend. either that or their problems clash and it becomes toxic yuri but i think candles had enough. brian koch receive my brain waves...... PLEASEEEE..........

- get funny with the contestants. some of these fuckers havent even SEEN eachother before ii18. i wanna see everyone get screentime if im being honest! i wanna see new friendships form and shit, maybe new rivalries as well! @/br1ghtestlight mentioned teakettle, tissues, lifering and blueberry living together at some point and i really like the idea of that, i can see how they'd work. i do want to be surprised on some small part but honestly, whatever works.

- the ultimate cheer factory (bot, goo, cheesy, cherries, maybe bomb and lightbulb). they'll take over the world

- fluffy payjay affection but i want it in small doses. maybe we see oj holding onto papers arm as they're discussing the new hotel with others, or them going on a gay little date as a b-plot, or calling eachother the dumbest petnames possible. at least one onscreen kissy. i don't hate payjay or anything i love it actually. just small doses or ill explode and die from being a payjay shipper for 7 years

- Mephones Possibly Complicated Healing Journey. i feel like mephones feelings surrounding cobs being dead are a little complicated, on the basis that cobs made him and he's spent most of his life wanting his approval, but he is mostly relieved. the only thing mephone has ever wanted was to be free from him after all! i also want to see more of 3GS, who he is outside of what we've seen of him. i think he'd like flash games on the puter

- knickle scene that lasts more than a minute PLEASE I MISS OUR GAMERS

- knife struggling to adjust to his new life. "its fine, im.... here." yeah sure 🙄 i saw that look on your face i KNOW you gaf. ontop of everything ive already talked about in the past (being a ghost), he now has (accidentally cus he didn't really MEAN to) shoehorned himself into marshmallows life and i dont think she's gonna give up living with bow just cus knife guy is there, but damn thats gotta make things REAL hard for the both of them. i never want to see marsh forgive him for bullying her just cus he saved her life, but i do want to see how they make... living with eachother, work out. i would also like to see us get into the 5 Secret Hints That Knife Probably Doesn't Like Himself Very Much but not at the same time as the marsh stuff probably

- taco adjusting. not only has she had it ROUGH even before the finale, but uh. no one trusts her probably. except for like, mic, and maybe soap. the bfdi x ii shorts arent canon but given the way she acts in that short, i think its easy to expect that shes gonna struggle HARD. on that note more of her and soap, i feel like having them introduced was such a good idea and soap is probably going to be a really good person for taco to have around when shes struggling to do the right thing. i also want her and marsh to talk about mepad but i dont have much else to say besides that

- okay god most of this is specific character interactions. suitcase and pickle become friendsies? please?? pretty pretty please.

- n/a and others return from the war :(. I miss them

- i heavily doubt they'll bring in the recommended characters as characters for real but I would like to see it happen. I think it would be really funny if apple saw teddy bear again and was like "oh hi teddy bear :D I missed you!!!" and teddy bear was like SHUT UP SHUT UP I HATE YOU YOU NEVER SHOULD'VE BEAT ME even though its been years and it hardly matters anymore. I would like to see more of magnifying glass and spikey mervert but I don't have a whole lot to go off of with them, other than mag showing up to the spoiled lemon concert in episode 10 for some reason.

thats all I can think of for now .... I'm hungry ..........