#and the colours are all so bad toooo

[vampiregokudera]

YoungJusticeFashionWeek2024 EXTENDED day 1 - What in your opinion is the worst outfit they ever wore

This monstrosity of a shirt is from Young Justice issue #55

He says like the rawest lines here but i just can't with that shirt 💀💀💀

[tojisun]

just went through ur entire biker!simon tag (about to go on a reblogging spree pls forgive me) and OUGH i have the most horrendous brainrot now thank u for the food u legend 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

also price on a harley im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure i actually want the whole biker!141 squad SO BAD.

omg thank u so so much!! and no omg ur reblogs are much appreciated!! nthn to fogive here <33

and ahhhhh im glad u have biker!simon brainrot toooo. it stays making me giggle n stuff so hhhhhh thank u guys sm for having fun w me as i write silly little aus <333

also! im definitely tryna complete a biker!141 instalment bc someone asked me about them and i just went bonkers in excitement!!!

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but just throwin out ideas here:

☃︎ soap and ghost have similar bikes, if not matchin yamahas. i feel like soap retains the colour of his bike from when he got it from the shop, but ghost def got one of his bikes wrapped (have u seen his mask? man likes flare!) (also ghost probably does have more than one bike teehee <33)

☃︎ im thinkin soap probably has a bright coloured bike… (it’s def a red yamaha hhhh god ik he’d look so good on it)

☃︎ price’s first bike meet was where he met alejandro and they def talked about their bikes (price’s was a harley and alejandro’s was a scout bobber), with alejandro offerin up ways to help fix price’s. (alejandro… on a scout bobber… god im on my knees thinking about it) (rudy’s was a harley too)

☃︎ kyle on a pretty, pretty suzuki. im torn between it being midnight blue or metallic blue. either ways, it’s fuckin’ blue and fuck does he look like a god on it

☃︎ soap’s place is the centre point between all of them so it’s an unspoken rule that they all get to use and access his garage

☃︎ kyle often has to take over for soap when they’re all fixin up their bikes (like either before a rally or after, or even just for fun?? is thay fun?) it’s not like soap doesn’t know how to, but it’s just that kyle’s a nerd and soap likes relyin’ on him anyway

☃︎ you’re their (unofficially shared) backpack princess. whenever the squad takes their bikes to ride towards a similar location, simon and you always get flanked by his friends. soap and kyle are behind him, with price driving at the very front. because this way, you’re as safe and as protected as you can be <33

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… ok but whys that last brainworm making me feral

[zmbiiskullz]

HIIII just discovered your blog I love it🩷

Could I ask for Travis hcs :3 any btw, write what your heart desires <33

OMG HELLOOOO i luv ur name AND OFC i'll just do normal travis hcs like the one i did for larry

anywayyysss

travis phelps hcs !!

- travis def smells like some kinda expensive cologne, his mom got it for him before she disappeared

- he'll probably smell like blue jeans by versace

- senior year his hair is in a pretty bad shape, literally not toooo crusty but crusty. he dyes his hair blonde way too much so he doesn't look like his dad WHICH is also why he grew out his hair, and its more of a sunflower yellow colour

- he's not a good cook BUT he's an amazing baker, when he has the time to he'll use his mom's recipes

- he's a mama's boy he absolutely DESPISES his dad (obv) he looks like his dad and he hates it.

- when he first saw sal, i think he was so jealous that he could freely express himself to other people and not care

- then he got mixed feelings when he started staring at him more often, then he realized he liked him (which led to the bathroom scene)

- his clothes are first hand, only his shorts or socks are second hand

- his dad cuts his hair at the church, he makes sure that he looks presentable

- he had a happy life until he turned 7, thats when everything went downhill

- he's only ever drinken wine if his dad allows it, his dad says its the blood of christ

- he wants to make friends but due to being so sheltered as a kid, he has rly bad social cues and excuses it as someone hurting him

- SOME OF THESE ARE SAD IM SORRY

- he'll genuinely give a box of fresh cookies or pasteries to the teachers during christmas because its a good deed (in his dads words)

- he owns like 2 rosaries, a watch and a bunch of sweaters and his moms wedding ring that he put on a string to wear as a necklace

- he has an array of just different coloured sweaters he pairs them with a collared shirt (either white or blue if hes feeling unique)

- he loves the colour blue (hmmm i wonderrrrr whyyyy........)

- the "baddest" thing he's ever done is punch sal, other than that he's all bark no bite

- when he finally opens up, he's more kind in private

- this is his playlist probs :3

[elkkiel]

ELKKIE MY LOVE

imagine dad iv is a volunteer coach for flora's soccer team and all the other moms are down so horrendously bad for him. he's so kind, supportive of the girls, and not to mention ATHLETIC and GOOD LOOKING. they know he's divorced, but none of them can possibly imagine why any woman would leave that perfect man, especially seeing how good he is with his daughter. they all assume he's single (no ring, they only see him and flora together, etc.) and a couple of them try to seduce him on more than one occassion. then one game III shows up dressed in full team colors to obnoxiously cheer for this youth soccer game (i'm thinking flora's like. 10-12), walking straight up to him and planting the sloppiest kiss on his lips (he had to let these ladies know that he is not available 👍)

anyways lunch break is over i must pretend to be normal🫡

Sure, the moms show up to practice for their kids, but that's not what has their attention most of the time. They'll sit together with their little camp chairs and totally-not-travel-wine-tumblers to... observe and discuss how well the coach is doing with their kids. It drives them absolutely wild to watch him lift up the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead, or to see how gentle he is with the kids when they fall and scuff up their knees.

I'm all for a hot mom feeling herself lol, so I love the visual of these older women fawning all over Ivy during breaks and after practice. They'll show up in low-cut shirts in the team colours, find every excuse to talk about their "kid's performance" with the coach, and make sure they get in a little squeeze on his bicep or forearm.

Occasionally, some of the married moms will have their husbands tag along, but this means the dads catch onto what exactly has the ladies so enraptured on the field. Poor Ivy has had to deal with a dad or two puffing up their chests at him, jealous that their wives seemed a little toooo interested in meeting with the coach. He's able to shut them down politely, but they always leave with their tail tucked between their legs and a wife who's somehow even redder in the face than before.

Despite their efforts, Ivy never fails to be anything but friendly and professional with the moms. It's soooooo frustrating when none of their tactics seem to stick, and they'll scheme with each other on the best way to get a piece of that hot dad ass. He's single(?) and they're practically throwing themselves at him, so why isn't anything working?

And that's where our lovely III comes in. He easily worms his way into the mom group when he shows up to watch practice one day (he gives me vibes that he would be oddly good with that type of crowd. the pink whitney shooters he sneaks in with him also help to endear him to the ladies). They're all too eager to include him in their antics, if a tad confused as to why/who he's here for. After an hour and juuuust a bit of liquid confidence, the ladies "manage" to egg him on to make a move on the coach.

He goes along with their nudges and "wanna do something ~baaad~? 🤭🤭" attitude, finally getting up and approaching the coach while the moms watch and giggle in the background. III's such a little tease and they can smell the fruit salad on him from a mile away; while they're certain he won't make it any further than they've gotten, at least it'll be fun to watch their new friend strut his stuff.

IV is turning around to grab some water after chatting with a couple of the kiddos, and he looks up to see III sauntering over. III's got cheesiest, most mischievous little grin plastered all over his face, but it melts into something so fond and happy when he makes eye contact with his boy. IV visibly lights up and jogs over to close the distance, lightly holding III by his waist as IV smiles up at him. Subtly (not so subtly) turning them a bit so the moms get a clear view, III makes a show of gently grabbing IV's face with both hands, leaning down, and planting the fattest smooch on those pretty lips of his.

IV pulls away after a couple seconds, blushing and looking over his shoulder to make sure none of the kids saw (they totally did, and are currently making exaggerated gagging noises and shrieking in the background). He has to get back on the field after their water break is over, so he gives III a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around to resume practice. Before IV has the chance to jog off, III gives him a light smack on the butt and blows him a kiss when IV briefly whips around to give him a scolding (playfully) look.

III makes sure to throw a smug glance and wink over his shoulder to the moms, heading off to IV's minivan to grab snacks and water for Flora after practice. The ladies can't help but stare at him in awe as he walks away with a proud little swing in his hips, their jaws practically hitting the ground at both this new development and III's shameless audacity.

They're jealous, don't get me wrong. But, while he's away, the moms are scheming on how to get just one or twl more shooters in him. You know, so he can gossip on aaaallll those juicy details about their pretty little coach

[princemick]

your gifs! how do you color them? epecially with like an almost desaturated look and strong blacks but with red lips?

hiya!! yes this is a very good question and I dont know if I have all the right answers to them BUT I do have a method I use.

I'm guessing this is refering to my recent lewis gifs so I'm gonna use those to explain my process!

so here's my how I get from this to this. chaotic explanation for gifs w low saturation below !!

context: this is a lil diff then mb other situations and so far from perfect bc black skin is a lot more complex to colour and get right when its lowly saturated bc u r always on the verge of either whitewashing or getting the undertones wrong so this is far from perfect but its the most recent recording I have of low saturated colouring.

ok lets go!

so first off I expect you to understand the basics of gifmaking so I'm not covering any of that, just colouring. cool? cool.

okay, firstly, when I get a gifset I first just look at the basics I'm working w,

in this case you can see its understurated as all hell, its night and there's a strong blue light which changes so many things.

so first thing I like doing for any gifsets but especially low saturated is to grab my curves and then grab the best white I can find which in this case. are his teeth!

so, I'm grabbing the little white dropper tool and clicking on his teeth, this makes it that photoshop tries to whitebalance the whole pic in one go

then I adjust the contrast and some of the layers a bit to make it a lil bit better, it still kinda sucks but u can see some life get into his face here yk.

then my next step most of the time is colour balance and exposure, colour balance neutralizes it more, when smth is THIS blue I throw a bunch of reds on it, bc lewi's skin has a lot of yellow undertones I try not to go to crazy w yellow and use a lil blue to neutralize it.

then I throw on exposure to bring the contrast back in. to which I tend to throw another layer of colour balance on top. there's a lot of colour balance happening whe you try n bring lowly saturated stuff back to life

then for my personal style w the lips/blush situation I go into hue saturation, slide the slider alllll the way to the end of the red and into the purple and up that saturation so u get this (and another layer of color balance to neutralize ofc)

then for lewis because he has a dark complexion I'm going into hue/saturation again and deepening his skintone just a lil bit by grabbing all the reds til yellow, upping the saturation and lowering the lightness, this is a technique that comes from this amazing tutorial that I stick to a LOT when it comes to lewis

then we go into selective colour, this is where style, opinion and a lot of undertone knowledge comes in. I like upping the blue when a gif has such a colour light blasted on a face and to get the skintones to match someone's actual skintone I sometimes look up posts from the person's instagram and use that as reference to make sure I dont mess it up toooo bad.

but a LOT of selective colour is vibes and seeing what looks good. and, another layer of colour balance.

then for the last layer, I tend to just add a little bit of the hue/saturation to deepen his tone and up the blue in this case w lil bit of brightness/contrast.

it doesnt look like it changes a lot but it has its just working out lil kinks yk

and then ur done!!! after 20 thousand layers of colour balance u got a semi normal coloured gif!! everyone cheer!!

[mangoposts]

fall is my favorite season ever ever ever

the crunchy leaves, the warm color pallet, the weather being not to hot or toooo cold, the crisp wind, pumpkin season, halloween & thanksgiving, pumpkin spice everything

ugh I love fall I could talk about it all day

It’s such a vibe but im not a fall fan 😔 TOO MANY BAD MEMORIES

The colour pallet and the weather is so perfect and so vibey though

[thecornwall]

Cornwall’s Random Card of the Day #358: Viashivan Dragon

It’s not just a Shivan Dragon. It’s a VIAshivan Dragon. I assume that’s the same difference as possums to opossums.

Viashivan Dragon is a rare from Visions. Clearly a riff on Shivan Dragon, this card is an early multicolour card that isn’t toooo ba- okay it is pretty bad but not compared to other gold cards of the time or even other creatures of the time. This would win games in the old days.

Interesting they thought the green should add toughness boosting to mirror the red power boosting. It was early days, the colour pie wasn’t fully nailed down yet, but this effect would later be moved to white (and kind of blue, in the case of -1/+1 effects). The flavour text references cruelty, which would be more of a black flavour text. So this one doesn’t seem very green at all! A shame, too, they could have made it a 6/6 and probably gotten away with it at the time (green being the colour of bigger colours, just make it a bigger Shivan Dragon).

[cowboymantis]

Wow that was an insanely easy platinum trophy hdjdhd???????

But also tons of fun!! A nice refreshing platinum trophy after the horror that was the No More Heroes 3 plat I got a while back...god so much brainless grinding with sooo many loot up to insanely rare RNG. GAHHGHB

BUt yeah man Hokko Life is actually so much fun, especially if you can't play Animal Crossing New Horizons, which is why I picked it up in the first place, because it looked like an AC inspired game which it really is and it is so much fun! Obviously not as in depth and fleshed out as a big game like AC, but first it's fairly cheap and it's also on multiple platforms and there's tooons of costumization, I really love how you can make furniture completely from zero, like building furniture in a whole editor piece by piece it's sm fun. Even the painting/clothes designing can be fun but since I'm playing it on PlayStation it always takes a while since I have to draw with the controller stick which isn't that great jdjdj But for what it is my designs haven't been toooo bad.

There's also the city where you can go to and it has a store with design contest winner's designs for whatever furniture and you can download that and automatically have it as furniture (if you want to create more you can also build it since you got the blueprint) and then there's also a building where you can visit other player's "stores" which is also just downloads of their stuff, love how it is all for free! Buuuut downside is that you have to have the creator code of someone to access their shop, so you have to look around and google for some well known shops and can't just browse around the gallery like in other games that have similar features like the sims. And I think New Horizons also has something like this for designs?

But yeah! Here some screenshots of my village :)

I love this big flower and forest area I've made on the farm, but placing every flower and tree by hand did take a while so it actually makes me feel even better knowing the hard work behind it :'D

Then I made a Team Plasma outfit and logo, plus a sign post thingie looking Team Plasma themed too, so with the painting on it it looks like a sign! Actually reaaally love how well the logo looks. Once again, PAINFUL to draw with a controller. But for that it looks quite good??

Did also try an Arase outfit but don't have fitting coloured glasses for that yet. And sadly you can't make coats/jackets, so it looks quite flat :((

And here some screenshots of the main area of my village around my house with my tinkering corner and everything! :) When I started making decoration myself and collecting different furniture I tried going for things in that Fallout and cyperpunk vibe (Not the game Cyberpunk, just the overall topic)! Then the Plasma stuff was there too though so it's starting to turn into a bit of a mix jdhdjdhd

Also nice little garden area with also fences I've built and coloured in a more Plasma vibe kfjd

I've got the plat now during winter so my most up to date screenshots are all a bit dark but honestly I absolutely love how that looks and I wanna add lots and lots more different lights!!

And yeah, all I can say to Hokko Life is that it is really good and lots of fun, especially if you're looking for an Animal Crossing type game! I also love how you need to progress to unlock tools and different areas, it really makes you feel like you're working for all your things from beginning to end of the platinum journey. The coolest thing you get, already a while into the game as a reward, so it's not available too early, is a weather control device. Like hello??? My jaw dropped when I got this because this feels like cheating this is so OP but I love it especially since you don't really have much fun watering your farming plants so you can just make it rain real quick and all good hhshdhdj

Uhhhhh also I noticed an oddly specific bug happening to me sometimes when I placed my custom furniture?? And that's that on one of my bridges, the item got placed. But like, it's not there to be interacted with and it's gone when I reload the map so I'm guessing it's a weird graphical bug so don't freak out when you get the same bug and think you screwed up somehow kdhdjdb

[iorekbyrinson]

BCS S1 Costume Analysis: Mike Ehrmantraut

The story of the grey man, going from light to dark

this has been sat in my drafts for toooo long so I'm posting it, I WAS gonna do Mike throughout BCS but, as you can expect, my brain kind of melted whilst going through S2 haha. I like the writing here though so here goes

BCS costume designer Jennifer Bryan (who worked on BB too) has summarized colour theory on BCS as:

"On Breaking Bad, the colors [showed] the character's journey. What we did on Saul is that the colors put you into your category in life. So good folks, let's say on the legal side of things, have a certain palette, like military colors, navys, and greens, and blues. Guys on the other side of the law, the hustlers and the cons, I had them in reds and oranges, and colors of the New Mexico desert." 

The way I'm interpreting and analysing the costumes of each character are on the grounds of alignment - reflective of how the character perceives themselves, with some wider narrative themes thrown in. Less so red = evil, blue = good, more so a character in blue aligns themselves with good. Chuck, for example, is routinely lit and dressed in blue; he fully aligns himself with the law. As to whether his actions are actually good, however, is an entirely different argument.

And talking about wider narrative themes - looking back at Breaking Bad, the main theme of the series was the meth trade, and the character's proximity to it (the Breaking Bad wiki has an excellent resource about how Vince Gilligan used the colour wheel to demarcate this idea). In BCS, Gus's meth empire hasn't even been accomplished yet. The main theme of Better Call Saul is the legal profession - and how closely or loosely a character aligns themselves with their own interpretation of what that means. I'm also going to use Jennifer Bryan's description and various bits and pieces from Gilligould when relevant to structure these themes.

So to start off with - Mike. I'm starting with Mike because I think he has the simplest colour palette (black, white, grey). Mike's also an ex-police officer, so there's blue there too.

Going back to the first shot of Mike we have in BCS;

Blues with grey pants and yellow gloves. Mike's a cop at this point, but he's a bent cop, and his hands aren't clean; he's largely on the side of the law though, so the blues dominate. His grey pants could mean anything, but going from Mike's history I'm guessing its his moral ambivalence about taking an illegal stake.

Check out Matty, who's already matching his adored dad with the blue stripes. No grey here; Matty thinks his Dad's a hero. White too, because Matty's an innocent, but also orange - not because Matty's a criminal, but because he's going to get drawn into the criminal world unwillingly, and it's all because he followed his dad into the force.

Everything from the car dash to the clothes to the Boston scenery is matching here - browns, orange, blue, white. It's a family scene, all the more painful because we know how this ends. It's likely this is how Mike remembers his days with Matty, simpatico, with the tragedy far in the future.

The next time we see Mike, he's about to murder the men who killed his son. I kid you not, every single frame in this sequence is saturated in blue. In Mike's mind, he's pursuing his own law - he's righting a cosmic wrong. Because everyone in this scene is a cop (or was a cop), there's a preponderance of blue also. But Mike isn't wearing his blue on the outside - he's covered up with a coat and gloves. The coat isn't black - it's more of a dark camo green;

Which I think is more a callback to the coat Mike wears when all his sins come home to roost and he's shot by Walt in Breaking Bad.

He's wearing black gloves, which like the yellow gloves before are a marker - before Mike's hands were tainted with crime. In this scene, they're tainted with murder. We also see black a lot with characters who are a part of or become eventually Gus's faction. It's the colour Victor and Tyrus wear almost exclusively, and by Breaking Bad Mike is consistently wearing a black jacket. Black is the colour of death.

Also, amendment to what I said before; you can add green to Mike's palette too. It does crop up again in BCS - an allusion to Mike's military background, where he almost certainly handed out death, but it was government-sanctioned death.

Back in Albuquerque to re-connect with the daughter-in-law and granddaughter he hasn't seen in months, in a grey shirt. I'm not going to claim every scene of Mike can be analysed forensically, but there is significance in grey - it's Mike's "colour" in Better Call Saul (as Jennifer Wyman has mentioned here), and without much explanation I can assume that means as a "grey" morality - without definition, neither one side or the other, the conflict of which is his character's arc throughout BCS. Here, he's a killer, but he's deciding here to make fresh with his family and start over. Still, head-to-toe black. He's not shaken off the darkness that tails him, and underneath that jacket is a red wound.

Upstanding citizen Mike - grey parking attendant's uniform. Lighting ain't great here, but a better look;

Blue-grey uniform. Banal as it is, whilst Mike's working the parking booth, he's on the side of the law. It's miles away from the grey Mike wears later in the episode;

Throughout the episodes where Mike holds his daughter-in-law at arm's length, fools the police about his murder, colludes with Jimmy, and eventually reveals the painful truth about his dead son, Mike's light grey shirt has become a forbidding dark grey (grey + black). Hope to self-hatred. He's wearing dark blue pants (out of shot), again, he's talking with the cops and it's calling to Mike's background.

Later, Mike suits up in all-black to steal from the Kettlemans. No, it doesn't mean death here; he's hardly going to do covert business in anything else. All-black here is indicative of Mike's innate professionalism when he's outside of the legal world.

That being said;

He's a dark figure in the life of his daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Stacey knows Mike's past, but she hasn't fully accepted him into the family.

Head-to-toe black again when taking on some protection work for Daniel Wormald (and throat punches Mr X in the parking lot). I'm not going to read too much into the striped undershirt; these are civilian characters that have fairly limited wardrobes (except for Jimmy), and you'll see the same clothes on rotation. We saw Mike wearing yellow gloves before, the mildest version of the non-legal colours in the story, and I think there's an association with non-violent crime here; Mike taking a stake, Daniel's dealing, Jimmy's car (Daniel's also gullible and naive). Daniel's just getting into the criminal world, but, as we learn later, doesn't define himself as a criminal - Nacho's an ambitious career criminal, and his associations with Tuco have had him deal in violence. But only one of these people has ever killed anyone, and despite the other security guys in the parking lot and Nacho's posturing, Mike's the darkest one here.

[chil2de]

How are you today? If its alright with you, can I request a Atsumu x fem reader where she has a super tomboy style and ALWAYS wears baggy clothes, but one day atsumu comes over to hang out and the only outfit she has left is kinda a tight fitting shirt and for the first time ever Atsumu realizes just how curvy his girlfriend is

sorry if thats to specific! feel free to ignorethis!

warning - miya atsumu x reader

hiii! i’m doing okay anonie, thank you and i hope u are faring well!!! so um this ended up being a LOT longer than i expected pls forgive me it was supposed to be a cute lil drabble but now its like uh 2k words aJdhfhhd, i really loved this idea!!! don’t worry ab it being too specific i actually like that and it helps give me a general idea about the req

well whilst this isn’t tooooo nsfw there are a few small themes in the beginning + swearing since i write atsumu like that and implications of sexual content ig at the end but aside from that? just some fluff for our fav king. characters are aged up and i am unsure how it would work but call it anime logic and enjoy! thanks for requesting! (okay rereading the ending is lowkey smut why am i like this)

“b-cup.” atsumu huffed with confidence. he took a large swig out of his water bottle, nodding his head wisely in affirmation.

“really? i’d say c-cup.” suna chimed in, his half-lidded gaze narrowing.

“nah, it’s b-cup”

“what the hell are you two talking about?” osamu interjected, concern and disgust thick on his features as he came over carrying a few towels.

“(y/n)’s bra size” suna nonchalantly responded, his eyes flicking up for a few seconds as he accepted the towel from osamu.

“‘tsumu i knew you were messed in the head but, suna? have you caught his germs?”

“fuck are you making it sound like i have some viral disease?”

“you don’t?” suna snorted, plopping down onto the floor to sit cross-legged.

“why don’t you just ask her?” osamu’s gaze flickered onto yours from across the court. you felt your ears burn from the way the three of them were staring at you.

was something on your face?

a bug? dirt?

“huh? like i’m supposed to say, hey baby girl, what size are your tits?”

“i’m still saying b-cup”

“c-cup”

“i think b-cup” osamu joined in, watching atsumu screw his face at him

“you goddamn hypocrite-“ “who’s being a hypocrite?” kita inquired with a half-hushed tone, making his way over with a few protein bars

“oh my god i’m going home” atsumu groaned, resting his palms on his knees as he stood up. he beelined towards you, his exhaustion painted his lazy smile beautifully. he still had the energy to turn around over his shoulder and flip his middle finger up at his team whilst his right hand snaked around to your waist.

somewhere around your waist. it took him a little bit of digging through all the fabric.

it didn’t matter to him, though. as much of a jackass as he might’ve been, he never judged you for the way you dressed. even if it meant that sometimes you looked a lil bit homeless, at the end of the day- he still had that glimmer in his eyes whenever he saw you.

you would be his favourite baby girl, no matter what.

“is that my shirt you’re wearing?” he hummed, glancing down to look at it.

it was, in fact, one of his shirts. it was matte black in colour, with a small dip that would showcase atsumu’s collar bones. it was a little bit faded from the many wash cycles it endured throughout its lifetime, but he would always notice the small tear in the bottom right section of the fabric.

“sorryyy, i know you just washed it but it smelled so nice. also, wow, did you put on deodorant? you actually smell like a man it’s kinda creepy”

“i always put on deodorant you dipshit, you’re always crying about how pretty my face looks so your nose doesn’t pick up the scent. it’s verbena citrus, buy your own because i know you’ll try stealing mine so i’m putting a padlock on that shit.” atsumu scoffed, digging his fingers into your sides to tickle you as you walked. you squirmed, swatting him away as you dug your hands into the pockets of your joggers. they were not atsumu’s, unfortunately, for you found out the hard way that you would literally have to drag the excess fabric behind you like some train dress or bundle it up and fold it, which, in retrospect- did not look too aesthetically pleasing. you settled for your own joggers and favourite high-top sneakers to match.

“you know you’ll say all this but give me your deodorant anyway, right?” you stuck your tongue out at him. he rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair.

“hey.” he called out, causing you to direct your attention towards him.

he nudged your arm with his elbow.

oh.

“give it here.”

you uncurled your left hand out of your pocket, zipping it up to make sure the contents inside didn’t spill. atsumu slid his right hand away from your waist and opened his palm up, intertwining his fingertips between yours into a tight lock. he grazed his thumb over the back of your hand, giving you a small squeeze.

“that was the cheesiest and most corniest thing you’ve done and i hated it” you made a mock gagging sound, averting your gaze.

you could feel the blush fresh on your cheeks, heart pounding in your chest like it was about to explode.

“wait, you thought i was holding your hand because we’re dating? i’m just doing it because i know your dumbass would get lost” atsumu snorted, throwing his head back in laughter.

well,

you could still see the light blush tinting his cheeks. and it wasn’t the sunset.

“mmm, should i wear this one- wait-“ you grabbed the shirt, folding it upwards as you took a small whiff. well,, you did wear it yesterday… yeah, you did put it in the laundry basket,,, no, it didn’t smell toooo bad, but..

you groaned, tossing it back into said basket as you furrowed your brows in concentration.

you heard the doorbell ring which only caused you to panic even further. you just needed a shirt. literally any shirt. you were about to cut your freaking pants out and sew them together to another pair for a shirt.

since it was a friday, you had atsumu walk you halfway home. you only lived a street away from him, and the apartment was conveniently built on a fork between the road down to his house and the supermarket. hence, he dropped you off and went to the store all by himself like a responsible adult to grab some snacks for the weekend.

“it’s open!” you called out, leaning your jaw back as you shouted in hopes for your voice to travel further.

in that moment, just in the corner of your eye- you saw a familiar flash of black.

you swooped the fabric up, quietly humming in pleasure when it smelled like laundry detergent and fabric softener.

you lifted the shirt over your head, struggling to pull it down for a few seconds.

you admired yourself briefly in the mirror.

it was a casual t-shirt. it reached down to the middle portion of your arms, though it was significantly less baggy than all of your other clothes. you liked to sleep in it during hot and stuffy summer nights, but rarely found yourself using it otherwise.

it’s not like you didn’t like these kinds of shirts.

but when given the option to look “stylish” or comfortable, who wouldn’t pick comfortable? that’s what was important to you above all. clothes that made you feel like you were constantly in bed were a godsend from the heavens.

“hey dipshit, i spent twenty minutes jumping stores for you but no one sold any (favourite drink) so i got you-“ atsumu halted in his steps, the grocery bags curled around his fists were suddenly forgotten and discarded as he caught sight of you through the doorframe.

you were clad in a pair of old white shorts and a black t-shirt, complimentary of the fact that everything else was currently in the laundry machine. atsumu could outline every single damn crevice and dip on you, and he burned that shit so deep into his retinas that he would still see it when his eyes were closed.

he felt his breath hitch, something deep inside him resonating, growing feral like hunger.

he still stood by what he said,

baggy clothes or not, you were beautiful.

but he wasn’t expecting this

“so you bought what?” you inquired, twisting your torso halfway to greet him as you finished brushing through some knots in your hair at the vanity.

“huh?”

“you said there wasn’t any (favourite drink) so you got what? did you fall and crack your head open on the way here? cause it looks like it”

you could feel your heart squeeze, body temperature increased twofold as icy hot waves wracked every inch of your skin. there was a cold sweat that rolled down the back of your knees.

“shut the hell up, i hate you” atsumu grumbled, forcing himself to turn away from you and stomp off to the kitchen with a pout.

“jesus christ give me strength i hate this woman, where the hell does she get off thinking she can get away with looking so good like that” atsumu mumbled incoherent curses underneath his breath, shakily unloading everything he bought out onto the counter and stuffing the groceries into cabinets and the fridge.

“‘samu, i hate you but dude i need twin telepathy, give me strength so i don’t deck this woman right here right now” he cursed, gritting his teeth. his self-control was about to fly out the window.

“you okay?” you popped your head through the door, leaning into the kitchen.

he could see the outline of your prominent collarbones, the way the shirt still fell a little bit and hung loosely off of your frame. he could see the start of your stomach.

god, it should’ve been illegal the way he wanted to grab your thighs. he wondered for a second what it would look like with his fingerprints etched into your skin there.

“want a few tissues and some lotion?” you snorted, nestling up beside him to help. you gazed at him, watching him keep his eyes narrowed on the packet of pistachios he was fumbling with.

you thought it was cute.

“listen- if you’re not ready yet then i’d suggest that you find something else to wear cause holy shit if you don’t get away from me right now i swear i will not restrain myself-“

“i’m ready” you hummed, giving him an innocent smile. you toyed with your hands behind your back, fiddling with them as butterflies swept your abdomen.

atsumu snorted, eyebrows creasing in confusion. he turned to face you, setting the pistachios down.

“alright i’m not saying this to boost my ego, but, what did you say?”

“i said i’m ready”

you watched his brain stir, gears ticking and turning like clockwork.

atsumu let out a low sigh.

“yeah, yeah. well, then.”

his right hand slammed against the wall, caging you in. he leaned into you, looming over you as his half-lidded eyes burned holes inside your soul. you felt the air tense and switch around him, carnal desires swirling behind his gaze. his chest was so close to yours, practically flush, save for the tiniest gap. you could literally feel his heart hammering.

he was so invasive, so close, yet so respectful. he still kept his distance, just n case you changed your mind.

“are you sure this is what you want?” his voice was hot and slick against the shell of your ear, voice husky and octaves deeper. you could feel the sexual tension dripping from him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against him.

“i’m sure, ‘tsumu.”

a loud chuckle ripped from the depths of his chest. it was so hearty, and fuck, it made you clench.

atsumu swooped you up all in one swift motion, hands hooking underneath your thighs as he shoved you against the counter. he sent everything clattering and thudding in the process.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you, doll.”

[iamthehousethatfloats]

This is absolute crack, but apparently it’s Scrooge’s birthday today (in some random canon - I don’t even know) so I bashed this out because why not?

It’s likely riddled with errors but ah well. It’s only his birthday for 10 more minutes in England so here, have it!

🎉🎉🎉

Scrooge McDuck had finally reached the end of a long old 8th of July. His board meetings were done, business deals concluded, and best of all, he’d made it through a whole working day without any one wishing him a ridiculous -

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE SCROOGE!’

Ah, so close.

His family burst into his office, the boys and Webby clutching balloons and streamers, Della and Donald grinning as they swapped his top hat for a party hat to match their own.

‘Ahhh you thought we forgot!’ Dewey cheered, mistaking the disgruntled expression on his uncle’s face for stunned.

‘We were gonna wait until you came home to surprise you but then we figured you’d be expecting that so it wouldn’t be a surprise at all,’ Huey explained.

‘So we brought the surprise to you instead!’ Webby cheered, twirling around in a mess of colourful streamers and glitter.

‘Yes, yes,’ Scrooge rolled his eyes. ‘Colour me surprised.’

‘You haven’t even seen the best part yet,’ Della grinned. ‘LP! Bring in the cake!’

On cue, Launchpad kicked open the door of Scrooge’s office and wheeled in an absolutely enormous cake, taller even than him. The tiers wobbled precariously in rhythm with LP’s warbling delivery. The kids, Donald and Della all joined in, building to the final line with relish.

‘Happy biiiiirthdaaaaay, Uncle Scroo-ooge, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOOOUU!’

Scrooge stuck a finger in his ear to check his ear drum was still in tact - he was seated next to Donald after all. When he extracted the digit, satisfied everything was in working order, he noticed the ominous silence and frowned.

Something odd was going on. Della and Launchpad were staring between each other and the cake, wide eyed and grinning slightly manically. Donald was starting to sweat. The kids were all glancing at each other, shifting awkwardly.

‘Alright, what joke am I missing?’

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR MCDEEEEE,’ Launchpad began to sing again, even louder than the first time. ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!’

‘Yes, thank you Launchpad,’ Scrooge said tersely. ‘I heard you the first time.’

‘TO YOUUUUUU!’ Launchpad sang again, slightly desperately. Donald edged closes and gave the cake an experimental prod. Nothing happened. He looked back at Della nervously.

‘Oh, this is not good.’ Della said.

‘Oh no, it’s every worst nightmare come at once!’ Launchpad cried. ‘We baked Mrs McDee alive!’

‘Mrs?’ Scrooge spluttered.

‘Calm down LP, the cake was already baked when Goldie got in, at the very least we suffocated her in frosting.’ Della reasoned.

‘Not a bad way to go,’ Donald remarked, while Launchpad looked set to dive in head first.

‘Let me make sure I have this right,’ Scrooge interjected, and all eyes turned to him. ‘You brought that hellacious hooligan into the Money Bin, and left her unattended in close proximity to my entire fortune - with a diversion, no less?’

‘We didn’t leave her unattended, she was with LP... oh, yeah. Okay.’ Della realised their error as she spoke. The man in question was currently half way through escalating a hollow birthday cake in an attempt to rescue a woman who definitely was not there. ‘She said she wanted to surprise you!’ Della objected.

Scrooge rolled his eyes. ‘Aye. Well, that she did.’

‘Uh, guys?’ Louie, who had been quiet so far, had trundled to the far side of the cake for a closer look. He pointed to a Goldie O’Gilt shaped hole in the side of the cake, directly opposite the Launchpad shaped hole in the other side. ‘Looks like we’ve been conned.’ Louie said helpfully, with a slight grin. He had to admire a master at work.

Scrooge immediately slammed his hand down on the security button at the side of his desk, sending sirens wailing and red lights flashing. ‘This is a security breach, the Bin has been compromised,’ he said into the intercom. ‘All operations will shut down until further notice. NO ONE is to come in or out until the culprit has been apprehended.’

As security personnel rallied, shutting down the bin floor by floor and searching fruitlessly for the thief, the Duck family inflicted their merriment upon their miserly uncle anyway, whether he wanted it or not. Almost an hour later, there was still nothing to report, and so Scrooge begrudgingly agreed to open up the Bin and let everyone go home for the day.

Well, almost everyone.

‘Right you lot,’ he said, fixing his family with a stern glare. ‘It’s Binventory for the lot of ye.’

‘Binventory!’ Della and Donald chorused in dismay, as the kids and Launchpad all groaned.

‘Aye, and a detailed one at that. You brought that diabolical deviant in here, and you’ll be the ones to find out what she’s stolen. I want every piece of gold in that Bin catalogued - and make sure what you count is genuine too. That mendacious minx is not above the old switcheroo or two.’

‘Yes Uncle Scrooge,’ the resigned sighs and grumbles didn’t bother him one bit as he marched his family out of his office and down to the Money Bin, ready for a long night of his very favourite thing; counting up his fortune. Perhaps he would be considering this as a good birthday after all.

After an hour or so, he left them to it, set on returning to his office to watch another sweep of the security cameras to catch a glimpse of Goldie’s retreating figure in the corner of a frame. He told himself it was because it would help him figure out what it was that she had taken, it was nothing to do with him wanting to see her or anything. Nope, nothing like that at all.

He trudged wearily up the steps to his office, and he knew something was wrong when he saw the lights were off. He was certain he’d left them on - he knew he was coming back after all. He gripped his cane slightly tighter, before stepping through the door and reaching for the switch, flooding the room with warm golden light.

A large piece of cake sat untouched on his desk, two small forks beside it on the plate. In his chair, lounging about like she owned the place, was Goldie O’Gilt. His heart skipped a little in his chest.

‘Oh no, you caught me,’ her eyes sparkled mischievously as she licked frosting off her fingers. ‘I was trying so hard to hide.’

Scrooge swallowed heavily, taking a measured breath before closing the door behind him.

‘I thought you’d be long gone by now,’ he commented casually.

Goldie grinned. ‘And miss blowing out your candles? Please, Scrooge. It’s like you don’t know me at all.’

Scrooge rolled his eyes, glancing at the security screens beside his desk. Judging by their progress in the Bin, he had at least another hour until his family would come looking for him.

‘What did you steal?’ He quizzed her sharply.

‘Your heart,’ she shot back, with a wink. She licked another finger clean of frosting.

‘You’ve got that all over your face, you know.’ Scrooge told her, unable to ignore the fire kindling in his belly as her grin turned even more wolffish.

‘Why don’t you come over here and have a taste? It’s your cake after all.’

Scrooge paused... for about half a second. Just long enough to click the lock of his office door closed behind him. He crossed the room in three paces, and he had her in his arms before she could even open her mouth to make another retort. It wasn’t long before they were both covered in cake.

‘Happy birthday, Moneybags.’

As it turned out, it was a very happy birthday indeed.

[justascrollingghost]

KSHSKSHSKHSK VILE??? What sweets are vile? And what sweets do you have that are ~supposedly~ better? (oh my goodness you said crisps) (sometimes I'm in love with British accents and slang sometimes I'm just like wtf) (ccccrrriiiissspppssss) (YOU CALL CHEETOS CRISPS) (I would think maybe Laysss but oh my Doritos toooo) (don't you have beans on toast for some type of breakfast?) (ew) (also isn't it late there?) (it's around 12 here) (I'm already tired) (why am I typing in brackets?) (i dunno) -AA

All of your sweets are covered in chemicals and you can taste it so badly! All of our sweets have “no artificial colours or sweeteners” written on the front of them and all of yours are like “RADIOACTIVE GREEN CANDY. DEATH IS POSSIBLE” I can’t usually have chocolate either but I tasted yours and omg it’s horrendous why does it taste like cheese?! It’s just not nice! Although you do have Dove chocolate which is your version of our Galaxy chocolate which isn’t bad but it’s still not on the same level as our Cadbury!

We don’t really have Cheetos? I’m sure you could find them but we tend to eat Walkers (basically Lays) but if it comes in a bag and is made out of potato it’s being called a crisp😂 woah woah woah beans on toast is class but we wouldn’t have it for breakfast unless we’re having a full English and the beans and toast just happen to be a part of that. That’s more a dinnertime student food and it’s currently 5:25am I have a terrible sleeping pattern it’s a real problem😂

[soft-pentagon]

Hey tyb anon here! Europe toooo I think I mentioned that when talking about concerts but I always forget to sign every other post. Good luck for uni!! The only bad meaning I can think of for this word. Also I love the colour of your theme, really soothing! I finished ptg maker i love them so much 😭😭 and I hate cube for the roller coaster of emotions. Also I’m even more in love with hongseok now?? What a chaotic hot dork

Ohh,,, am I smelling a Hong stan mayhaps 👀👀 asfhjklllj cube was evil lmao,, ptg maker is cute and all, gave us a lot of content but they didn't need to make us and the boys suffer so much sigh 😔 but welp

Now bro if you have time you should watch some heyo TV episodes, there's one where they play mafia during runaway era, it always makes me happy adfhhjjkkjh

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

I’ll probably delete this later, but I just want to go out and say that the only negative experiences I’ve ever had here in my little fandom niche were a row of dumb and unnecessary measures taken by the actual site. I’ve always found the people here extremely kind, supportive and welcoming, and I’ve never experienced so much interaction and actual helpful feedback within a fandom anywhere else. I’ve always known that this clearly can’t be true for the fandom as a whole, it’s just too big, but I always thought that at least my mutuals have had a similar experience, so to hear that a bunch of my mutuals clearly feel very differently makes me very sad, and I hope that my blog doesn’t play a role in that. I know I am shamefully lazy about feedback sometimes - I don’t tend to but toooo many meaningful tags underneath reblogged fanfic because it’s extremely annoying to do on a German phone and I’ve lost in-depth feedback due to accidentally clicking somewhere or putting a comma quite a number of times, but I try to find the fics I reblog on AO3 and comment. I know I forget to do it a bunch of times, and I do feel super bad for it, but it happens!

The thing about feedback on art is that I just... don’t feel competent giving feedback on it. My brain really does react with “wow this is gorgeous” - iif I really force myself to pinpoint what I like about it, I might pick up on a colour scheme I enjoy or really realistic/cool-looking way fabric or hair acts, or a particularly expressive face etc. But all of that feels either like a weirdly basic comment or kind of condescending - like idk, pointing out a drawing is anatomically correct or that the characters look like themselves etc. kind of implies that I expect that artist not to get it right, I guess. I tag stuff that stands out to me, but again - with paintings and drawings I never developed a very nuanced way of looking at it. I either love how it looks or find it resonates with me on an emotional level, or I don’t.

[shelbylmt]

Brothers part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Tommy x Reader

John x Reader

Reader’s perspective:

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The following weeks you had tried to stay as far away from Tommy as you could even if that hadn’t gone very well. Trying to avoid someone who you don’t want to avoid does rarely work. One forbidden kiss had grown to more stolen moments... Your guilt was tearing you apart, but during the last three weeks that guilt had been overpowered by an unstoppable hunger.

That hunger that would have maid you let Tommy do so much more than just kiss you if Pol not would have shown up.

You hadn’t let John touch you in almost a month now. You blamed it on being tired or having work to do. Sometimes you even pretended to sleep. At first the reason you stayed away from your husband was because of shame. But that shame had slowly failed away just as the leaf’s colours on the trees. It didn’t feel right letting John be near you. You felt like a betrayer. And that you were. Now you were only starving after a certain other...

A family meeting was to be hold and you were late. Fuck you were so so so late! Sprinting through the dirty streets you finally reached the shop. Quietly sneaking into the room where they all were gathered you seated yourself on a stool.

“We do not have the guns.”

“Bullshit.” Pol exclaimed.

Tommy looked tired and irritated (as always). “How many bloody time do I hav’ to repeat myself?! We do NOT have those fuckin’ guns.”

“Then who has them? Who else in this dam city would dare to take those guns if not we, huh?” Pol’s words were more of a statement kind and not a question kind. Tommy’s tired gaze found yours and suddenly you felt that raging hunger wake inside of you. You would have gotten lost in light blue if not Arthur thankfully would have spoken.

“Com’on Pol, if Tommy says we don’t hav’ em we don’t.” He tried to reason but you could see that it was to no good. Pol had already decided what she thought and nothing would change that now.

“No.” Pol was about to continue but Tom had had enough for this time.

“We’re done here.” Everyone left the room except Pol and you. You had no idea of what guns they had discussed and damed yourself for being late.

“What guns is it we don’t hav’?” You asked her trying to read her face as you did. She was still fuming but when she turned to met you there was something more hiding in her sharp features.

“Guns that will cause this family a great deal if not returned. Well that is if you don’t manage to do it before...” There it was. Not in plain sight but still clear enough for you to understand. Pol knew. Pol always knew. But she could have no more than suspicions you quickly thought.

“I hav’ said it before and will say it again, the game of hearts never ends well.”

The sun had begun to set and you were just about to leave the shop as a warm hand drew you close. Surprised and almost a bit shocked you felt his soft lips on yours. You had longed for his warmth for so long and when it was yours, even if only for a few stolen seconds, you tugged him close. You tiptoed after him as you snuck out of the shop through the backdoor. This would be the third time this week that the two of you went to his old bedroom.

As he pushed the squeaking door shut and looked it you slipped out of your shoes. This was bad. This was so fucking bad. Your mind filled with guilt. Tommy must have sensed it. He sat down next to you and tenderly kissed your forehead. You never talked about either of your life’s outside his bedroom. Neither of you wanted that. You just wanted him and nothing else. No problems or worries. No guilt or shame. Only him. This was the only time you felt free. He was the only thing that maid you feel free. Truly free and caged at the same time.

The hunger that had consumed you just a few hours and minutes ago was gone. Only sadness filled your tummy. Tommy embraced you in his arms. Laying cuddled together on the bed he whispered loving words in your hair while you traced his beautifully shaped face. When the sunlight no longer filled the room with light you kissed him long and lingering before leaving him alone with his close scattered on the floor.

Neither of you had said anything during your entire dinner. This quietness wasn’t a pleasant one. This was that kind of quiet that only felt awkward. Only the clock’s ticking and your breaths maid sure that the room wasn’t entirely silent. Everything felt awkward. Not even the cooked chicken tasted as it should have. You didn’t know if you minded the silence or not. John took a sip from his glass before uttering:

“I want kids. Lots and lots of ‘em. And not in a few years or so. Now.” He was looking directly at you. His statement had taken you by surprise. You already knew that he wanted a big family. But now..? Not now.

“I’m not sure now is a good time, just think about everything that’s goin’ on with the busses and I’m not sure about safety and..” You didn’t know what to answer... you were not even sure if you wanted kids at all. Not sure if you could see yourself as a mother. Or maybe just not sure if your kids would have dark blue eyes instead of crystal clear... so rambling was all you were left with.

“There is always goin’ to be something goin’ on with the business and I swear that I’ll never let anything ever again happen to you.” John had come closer as you had rambled and was now seated only a few decimetres away from you. His eyes looked kind and loving as he spoke. He shoved away your half eaten plait and took your cold hands in his.

“You’ve been so far away for so long now. So far away from me. Maybe a child would.. you know solve things?” No. No it will not solve anything your mind screamed. No, because you no longer were sure if you loved the man who now sat in front of you. No, because you weren’t sure if you ever had loved him the right way a wife should. No, because you slowly had realised that you only loved one man. No, because you only ever had loved one man. No, because that wasn’t John.

“May a at least think about it..?” How the hell could you solve this mess you had created?!

Toooo be continued...

[hwanwooyoung]

hello, chey! santa here! 🎅 i hope your weekend has been nice so far! i'm spending my evening sitting by the heater, watching my cat clean his paws 😂 do you have any pets mayhaps?

i don't know when exactly your semester is ending but i hope that everything goes well if you have any big stuff left and you can rest soon! i'm no longer in uni but i remember how crazy it used to be at the end of every semester 😖 i was always becoming a temporary hermit 😅

yes i do make gifs! i think i like picking what parts of the video i want to include in my sets best 🤔 arranging sets is always fun to me, as well as those beautiful moments when i feel the need to gif a particular moment ASAP and i drop everything to open ps haha 😂 but colouring too, of course. especially matching colours, deciding shades... if only my computer wasn't so slow and vapoursynth wasn't taking ages every time 😂 oh and btw, i wanted to tell you that i LOVE your header! it's awesome! 😻

hmmm Spotify said my top song of the year is nct's favorite but idk... too much good music came out this year 😫 you mentioned svt and now i have rock with you stuck in my head again. i love it so, so much, it's definitely one of my faves! it's the kind of a song that makes me both happy and sad at the same time haha 😂

i was destined to love dongju because he's a little devil with angelic looks 😂 with leedo it was his singing voice that got me. it took me a bit to grow to like his rapping but singing? that was quick 😻 then i fell in love with the rest of the man 😆

woong is an amazing dancer, i really hope he gets more attention as a dancer because he deserves it so much 😻

i became a fan in...late may? i think. omg my memory is so bad. but i wanted to check them out for ages because my friends were fans and then youtube decided to do me the favour and played twilight. it was love at first listen and i instantly became obsessed. i rarely love songs so fast but i was all 😻😻😻 before it even ended lmao. so yeah, now they're one of my fave groups and i regret not stanning earlier 🥲

okay, this got super long so i'm gonna leave it here for now. have a lovely sunday, chey! 💛

hey oneusanta!! 🥺 sorry for the late reply i was out all day :(

that's so cute!! you have a cat ahh i love cats 🥰 i don't have any pets, sadly. i'm allergic to most of them because of their fur... but i love cats so much 🥺🥺🥺

my semester just ended but i have a couple of assignments due this Friday so i'm rushing those 😭 but oooh what course did you do in uni? i'm doing digital communications and i lowkey regret it T~T

dude i FEEL you about the dropping everything to gif something 👀 it is an illness but being a gifmaker means we're always gonna have this experience 🤣🤣i'll fight vs >:(( how dare it be slow >:(( and thank you!! i was experimenting with a free 3D software for school and i wanted to try out the text thingies :D although adding the gifs to it was kinda nightmarish... that's why i haven't changed my header in months ><

i'm listening to rock with you right now!!! woah :O that's so cool :D heheh nct's favourite is a really good song toooo i love it

that description of dongju and geonhak is so wholesome 🥺🥺 i'm so glad to hear that for you <3

yeah i hope so too!! hwanwoong artist of the month when </3

it's so nice to hear that hehehe :D i love that you remember the exact moment you fell in love with them... so sweet 🥺🥰

i had a good sunday hehe, thank you!! i hope yours went amazing as well 🥰🥰