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[cecilscribbles]

hi does anyone know how to get praise and compliments without requesting them. asking for a friend

[gimmeallathatultraviolence]

[folieayaoi]

embrace

[snail-day]

Shoko doesn’t exactly say you’re dating.

She doesn’t really do labels, thinks they’re kind of pointless, honestly. Why complicate things with definitions and conversations that only make people weird and nervous? She knows what she wants, and if she’s letting someone sleep over in her bed, steal her clothes, and hog all the snacks in her apartment, then clearly, that’s her person.

She’s busy. Her schedule is shit. Why waste what little free time she has sleeping with someone she doesn’t intend to keep?

Still… somehow, your little brain hasn’t quite caught onto that yet.

She notices it when you’re curled up on her patio one night, wrapped up in a sweater, hers, obviously. She’s standing a few feet away, shoulder leaned against the railing, cigarette burning lazily between two fingers. Her long hair is half-up in a claw clip, loose strands catching in the breeze as she exhales a slow puff of smoke, angled away from where you sit.

“You should go inside,” she mutters. “Secondhand smoke’s just as bad, you know.”

You don’t move. Don’t whine or pout like usual. Just stay quiet, and that’s what makes her glance over.

You’re chewing your lip. Hugging your knees. Your voice is soft, barely more than a whisper when you speak.

“I just… I don’t want this to be a situationship.”

Shoko stills and blinks for a moment. Once. Twice. Tilts her head a little, brows pinched together as she's trying to figure out if she heard you right.

A situationship?

There’s a long pause before she sighs through her nose, stubs out the cigarette on the balcony rail, and turns to you fully. Her expression is unreadable, but she’s mentally running the list: how many weeks it’s been since your toothbrush showed up in her bathroom, how many times you’ve dozed off in her bed, and she’s pulled the blanket up to your chin before crawling in next to you. She’s already memorized your coffee order. She knows which days your cramps hit worst. Your shoes are by the door. Your charger’s always plugged in by the bed.

She walks over slowly, crouches in front of your chair, and lifts your face with two fingers under your chin.

“There, there,” she murmurs, tone so soft it almost makes you cry harder, until she smirks. “You’re almost as dramatic as Utahime.”

You sniffle, cheeks burning. “You’re making fun of me.”

Shoko hums, brushing her thumb along your cheek. “Babe. I’m letting you drool on my pillow five nights a week. Who else do you think I’m doing that with, Satoru?”

Your mouth opens. Closes. Shoko watches your brain short-circuit and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your lips, all smug and warm and lightly amused by your ongoing stupidity.

“What made you think we weren’t dating, hmm?” she drawls, pulling you into her lap with practiced ease. “Didn’t I ask you to be my emergency contact? You think I give that spot to just anyone?”

You try to protest, something about assumptions and mixed signals and wanting to be clear, and she just rolls her eyes and plops backwards onto the patio couch, dragging you with her until you’re tucked under her chin, limbs tangled and noses brushing. Only the stars watching you both from above, the sounds of cars from the Tokyo streets from below.

“God, you’re exhausting,” she says fondly. “So needy. It’s cute.”

You sniff again, rubbing your face against her shirt. “You could’ve told me.”

She shrugs, unbothered. “You could’ve asked.”

You open your mouth to argue - try to argue - but it’s hard to hold onto indignation when her fingers are stroking slowly up and down your spine, warm and rhythmic. You melt against her chest, cheek pressed just under her collarbone, your body giving up the fight before your brain does.

Your eyes are already fluttering shut when she presses a kiss to your forehead, soft and final, like the punctuation on a decision she made weeks ago.

“We’re dating,” she murmurs against your skin. “You know that, right?”

You nod, barely.

“Good,” she says, a little smug again. “Now stop being a brat and let me take care of you.”

[w1ldspace]

my girl meryl 💫💫

[autisticfanperson]

okay yall so. this (below) is one of my fav screencaps from httyd 1.

ARENT THEY CUTEEE?? anyways.

so obviously astrid is taller than hiccup, right? well i was doing a little research on Nico Parker and Mason Thames because, yk, i wanted to know if hiccup was still gonna be shorter than astrid.

AND HE WONT. HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK III, THE TINY LITTLE RUNT THAT HE IS, WILL BE TALLER THAN ASTRID HOFFERSON.

Nico Parker is 5’1, while Mason Thames is 5’7…

(from based on what ive found on the internet…)

[terrible-leviathan]

I NEED MORE MOMOKARUN FICS NOW

[killerlookz]

meow <3

[veeviiuu]

my five hargreeves headcannons if he lived a normal life with his family living as well after s4 🤗 so I can get over it.

Headcannons

Spends a LOT of time on his hair. Perfectionist when it comes to that.

Doesnt have a license 😭 drives without one. Got pulled over once and almost got arrested, especially cause he still looks like a 14 year old.

Apologized for all the things he did in the past, especially the lila thing. Had a deep conversation with diego about it and they became much closer.

Calls each siblings ever 2 weeks to make sure they are doing okay and makes sure to visit as much as he can because he gets flashbacks of the past and doesn't want to loose them again.

Likes to go on road trips with family (mainly klaus) and have board game nights with them.

He likes to watch action/horror movies with family but is the type to talk while watching and gets told to shut up. Ex. "They could've hidden, or dodged, or something! Stupid people.." (he watches romance movies in secret and pretends to hate it.)

Shows up to every event, birthday, holiday party the family has. He is either really late or really early. Makes sure to bring some sort of present for diegos kids.

He thinks about Dolores a lot, and he still gets a bit jealous about diego and Lila's relationship because he won't be able to have that.

Is a babysitter sometimes for diegos kids, and tried to learn Punjabi for Lila's parents.

Works at those fancy restaurants.

Hates soda. Only drinks water and coffee.

Sometimes has a hard time sleeping. He has dreams about the apocalypse and all he's been through.

can NOT dance 😭.

Yayayayayayyayayayyayayyay I'm still not over his death I'm so sad but still not happy with the lila and five thing. I really wish he had apologized to diego because all I can think about is that diego died, knowing his brother did that to him, and five died thinking that lila used him and knowing he hurt his brotherrrrrejsjsjwjs. Sigh, I really wish they just made it a better end scene. It's whatever!! 😂😂😂😂 (crying)

[gimme-da-sword]

Sighhhh some of y'all are not whimsical smh 😔

(NOT AIMED AT MOOTS!!)

[natshaunas]

ralph pathetically crawling to jacks lap and getting his snot and drool on him and jack who is like Oh this is so endearing. This is so cute

the sick sick concept of wanted to be comforted by the person who hurt you

alexa play do i wanna know by arctic monkeys

[cconfusedkat]

allure i would love to take you seriously here but you just look like the no talk me angy image and im Bawling,

Im just slowly drawing warmups with both of their progressions and ive already finished their first outfits , kallamar then changes hir outfit again to a blue ,, and then we have the year 200 ones which r just the ones used in my "recent" (not Really recent but it was still in October) refs ,,

Though thatll be much later im taking such a slow time drawing these Losers

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 1 : edgar vargas

[realbeefman]

guy in class misunderstanding my project and reccing i read a source i’ve alr read that’s almost entirely irrelevant to my project but i cant take 10 minutes to explain how Technically yes that information is related but not to the particular lens of analysis i’m taking informed by three years of obsessively reading twc and also that he’s fundamentally misunderstanding the point of my study AND the analytic frame of that other article so i just have to stand there and thank him for making that connection

[lautity]

we wear each other's clothes, a silent promise on the back porch // our eyes glaze over eagerly in smoked out fantasies of chosen family

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Oh. Just thought of something

Gonna compare Max and Maggie's backstories

Max:

- family that hated him for his superpowers

- attempt on life as a baby renegades didn't know of in advance

- survives thanks to renegades (right place right time)

- grows up with a loving family, and despite there being a wall between him and his brother and other dad for the longest time, he's loved, he's wanted

- dislikes his superpower, it makes his life worse

Maggie:

- family that loves her and cares for her deeply, would've loved her even with powers

- attempt on life as a baby renegades promised to prevent but (due to unforseen circumstances) failed to

- survives thanks to her powers

- grows up without being identified as Evie, in a children's home commonly thought of as a Prodigy Dumping Ground for parents who don't want their superpowered children, she's not loved she's unwanted

- likes (?) her superpower, uses it frequently as part of her survival, good at surviving belief, she comes off as proud of her abilities imo, powers have made her life better (in some ways.. her thief track record is her own fault)

Just. Thinking about how when put side by side, you'd think Maggie would have ended up being adopted by the Everharts if circumstances were just slightly different. Cuz, Maggie HAS a loving family and ends up at the prodigy dumping ground. Max does NOT and ends up adopted by the Everharts

And it makes sense, Max was what? Two weeks old when his parents threw him into the river? He was there first AND had an incredibly dangerous/valuable power that only the Renegades would be equipped to solve

But at the same time, had it not been for those factors, the Renegades promised the Artino's safety, at least Nova and Evie. Maggie SHOULD have been identified as Evie, the baby part of that loving family the Renegades swore to protect. She never should have ended up at the children's home. Had Max's powers been different, you'd think the place's they ended up would have been different

But you know what? It turned out well in the end for them to be in the places they ended up. Without Max and his power, who knows how the trilogy would have gone down, who knows if the Supernova would have happened, Ace's second attempt been sucessful

And wouldn't that all be such a joy for Maggie to find out.

So, guess what. Here's this amazing cute boy who you've never noticed before, okay? He. Saves all of Gatlon. He uses Ace Anarchy's powerful and enchanting helmet to save the day; give everyone powers and reconstruct the city. Isn't that interesting, he got to use the helmet and know how that power felt? Meanwhile you didn't? You handed it away? And not only that you got your brother your friend callum someone KILLED for it? Guess some people really are destined to be heroes, while you were destined to be a villain. hM. interesting

Oh, but not only that, he has a wonderful and loving and LIVING family! The most famous family in the city! Maybe even the country! Now guess what, you ALSO had a wonderful, loving family. Didja know that?? The renegades PROMISED to keep you all together, PROMISED to protect you! And guess what, they didn't. They didn't AND failed to keep an EYE on your fucking "corpse". But you already knew that! You already knew you lost your connection to your real identity! You already knew you got booted to the dumping ground for unwanted prodigies! You had to give up on waiting for your last fucking hope of your sister, or anyone AT ALL coming to get you!

You could have had it. You could have had that family instead of the Savior boy, but thank God you DIDN'T, you never could have saved the city! Your powers wouldn't even be able to compare. It would have been a mistake if the Everharts chose you instead.

...but hey. In other news, your sister is the bitch that hates you! Your sister is the girl who had the bracelet you wanted, you still want. She hates your guts. And if it couldn't get any better, your sister Replaced you! She's now the Older Sister for the Savior, the hero, the cute boy YOUR AGE who's had everything you've ever wanted. She chose him, she's there for him, during the time she knew YOU she couldnt stand you. They have a closer bond than you would have EVER stood a chance to have with her.

Isn't that lovely? Isn't that cool! Isn't that cruel...

And she can't even FAULT Max! ...rationally. He never ASKED for this! Getting to know him, she'd know he had no CHOICE but to stay in his prison! Or else he'd could be used and could hurt many people. His superpowers were a curse, and he's lucky to be alive. The Renegades got there in time but he wasn't even able to fully ENJOY having this loving family for the first 10 years of his life! They were there but she can't help but deeply relate to Max for not really having them, always just out of reach.

The more I think about them the more reasons I find for Maggie to envy and maybe even resent Max so much over time. I wonder if she'd ever wish she never met Max, never got to know him, never got to ask her questions, because then she could hate him without any guilt, shame, and without any worry of losing the one friend she has.