#hence long rectangle

[gelatinous-globster]

some recent Globby doodle pages, digital this time! found a new brush I like a lot ✨

@drama-glob @enbydemirainbowbigfoot

[kiabugboy]

various vetulicolians are up on my Youtube channel

alt: video shows vetulicolians in an aquarium setting with the glass aquarium Background and sometimes the water surface.

The first three vetulicolians have a rectangular fish like 'head' shape with no eyes, a small hole for a mouth, and a grooved line running through separating the top and bottom half of the body. Along the grooved lines there are five holes identified as gill slits, on top of the body is a small dorsal fin similar to a shark's in shape. Protruding out after the dorsal fin is a paddle like segmented tail that propels the body forward. The second one is more rectangular in shape hence the name rectangulata, while the third one, V.cuneata has a beak like protrusion instead of a rectangle shaped head. Fourth one shows shenzianyuloma, it has a more pomfret-like silhouette. Fifth is Nesonektris, it has no dorsal fin and the tail doesn't protrude out of the top half of the body, it looks more continuous with the body. Sixth shows pomatrum, its body is tube like with a tadpole shaped tail. Seventh briefly shows skeemella, still Unclear if it's really a vetulicolian. It has a smaller head followed by a long many segmented tail. The YouTube commenters have pointed out it looks somewhat like a sperm...

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖔 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖞

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, thriller, gore, death

♡synopsis: Y/n's not afraid of the dark... maybe she might be scared of what's in the dark. The ghosts? monsters? death hunting her down ready to grab her by its fist? of course not. She's scared of her ex.... he's so scary....

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Y/n yawned as she walked down the creepy, dark hallways of the abandoned high school. Tables scattered here and there, blood splatters dried ones and even fresh ones, painting the ground and wall. Evidence of human life being tortured and tormented for days before being ripped into pieces and left on the ground, rotting into the floorboards. Y/n was rather more disgusted, shocked the police hasn't once come across this place... Oh wait- that's a dead officer from the 90's seems he died a few weeks ago. Why was she here exactly?

It's stupid of course. Her dear friend who had been acting weird lately, dragged her to this place, challenging her claiming she'll die of fear before the ghost even gets to her. Y/n was no idiot, denying any invitation to the murder house. Yet Angela Yin, her best friend, dragged her in, the doors shutting behind them, and jammed shut. Then Angela went missing. That's how y/n found herself wandering the empty classroom where the ugly thing was just a second ago. She groaned, grabbing a key she found as she walked toward a door that had a matching lock.

She's ran into the killer once, it left a fog of smoke, causing her trip over small thing. It's nails disgusting and long like claws, head snapped off, hanging backwards. Eyes gauged out and mouth wide open. It was disgusting. its arms reached forward, but it can only see behind itself. That helped y/n, it was so blind it didn't bother looking in the cabinet where she hid in pure silence.

Just as she was about to put the key in the lock, a thick black liquid, slid from under the door, taking over the big, thick wooden rectangle, that blocked whatever was in that room from her. She groaned, arms crossed, as her foot tapped against the tattered floor impatiently, she stared at the many creepy hands holding eyeballs and organs waving them around through the now blackened, inky door. "What do you want from my ghost?... In my 18 years the worst thing I'd ever done to hurt anyone was being sarcastic and throwing parties when I'm home alone, now did that hurt you?" she asked as the eyeballs glared right at her.

"na how bout we talk about what YOU did? kill everyone who tried to send you to a better place, figure out a crime, or at least run home to their family? I don't know why Angela dragged me here, but once I drag that bitch home she's getting it. And you listen to me. I know deep inside you know you did something wrong, hence you killed so many innocent people and are trying to haunt me. I'm not scared of you because you were once a human like me... So why don't you get out of my way, and I leave you alone if you leave me and possibly Angela alone too kay?"

Y/n said confidently as if negotiating with a person who's afraid of her. yet the thick inky liquid disappeared, and the door opened. "That's what I thought." she said, dragging her sharp rusty metal weapon along with her. Yet the doors closed, there stood Angela, eyes pure black, veins visible in her arms and face, no longer blue or purple but black. Her teeth grew sharp as she approached y/n, her bony hands wrapped tightly around y/n's neck, choking her. "Fuck- Angela- What the fuck?! stupid ghost bitch I thought I told you we had a deal." Y/n choked out.

However the girl let go of y/n impulsively, as she fainted, the ghost screaming as it was forced out of her. There she saw a sight that scared her most "Nishimura No......." she mumbled as Riki dusted himself off. "Yes.... Im back baby." he said with a smirk. She threw a table at him and rushed outside, now lost in the dark woods, there, vulnerable, and in the depths of danger, possible vampires and Werewolves that had escaped the military's hold, roaming around in need of blood. That's why she broke up with him.

"Wow babe, one way to say thank you for saving your life, and hi to your darling boyfriend" Riki's deep voice echoed as he walked out from behind the trees. She backed away from him. Her ex. Riki. She broke up with him after she saw her suck the blood of her cousin. "I told you already we're broken up." she said mustering up enough courage to at least try to sound like she was confident in her words. "No you made that decision. Not me, so sorry you're stuck with me." he said as y/n glared at him. He groaned running a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Darling.... I only drink blood of a human when I need to, and I only suck the blood of those who do wrong in the world and you know what your cousin did to you..." he said as he gently grabbed her arm, scanning over the healing scars on her arms. She gently pulled away, feeling herself falling into his love trap yet again, like a moth to a flame. "You're not scared of my love.... you're clearly scared for me... y/n I love you and you're mine you can never change that. I don't understand why me being half demon half vampire scares you.... I'd never hurt you... you know it. They can't ever kill me, I'm practically immortal.... So please. take my hand and let me take you to OUR home." he said as he grabbed her arm... yet she pulled away roughly.

"Nishimura Riki. I may love you... but I don't trust you... I don't want you anymore.... Im over you..." she said, almost as if convincing herself, "Then you leave me no choice." He said, yanking her into his embrace, teeth stabbing into her collarbone.... He imprinted her, kissing her lovingly right after. There's no turning back now "I'll go home then-" Angela suddenly said walking toward her boyfriends car, as y/n was still dazed.

She was his now. She realized how too such perfect care of her, before their break up, and even now, as she stared at the permanent mark on her collarbone in the reflection of the mirror. She didn't find him so scary anymore. The comforting environment of his groans of annoyance every time he lost a game his comfortable room, his cologne intertwining in the air, the large white sweater that slipped off her shoulder, so comfortable as she hugged it closer to her skin, his sweater...He's not so scary after all...

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[leo-fie]

Progress Pride Flag Quilt Block Pattern & Tutorial

Don't you just love the flag of our people? Do you have an inner grandma that years to make stuff? Do you want to combine these two things and make a queer quilt?

Well, I've got you.

Behold the pattern! And my lack of graphic skills, so I drew it on paper!

Basically it's a bunch of rectangles, one half square triangle and a fuzzy cut circle. I don't know shit about quilting and I was able to come up with it. Why centimeter, you ask? Because I'm German and that's what I'm familiar with. Why weird measurements and not jelly rolls and layer cakes and stuff? Because I'm German and quilting is not really a thing here.

Onto the tutorial!

You'll need:

A scrap of fabric of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, brown, light blue, pink, white each

additional fabric for the border

Cutting mat, quilting ruler, roll cutter

sewing machine

thread

pins

double sided interfacing

iron and ironing board

fabric sheers

compasses

Step 1: Cut everything. Duh. We'll take care of the circle later, don't worry about that now. The half square triangle is exactly what it sounds like. A square and then you cut it diagonally. That's why I didn't give the length of the hypotenuse.

(Note: I'm making two blocks at the same time, that's why there's so much fabric. Also this is a middle of the night project, hence the lighting.)

I'm using all kinds of different fabrics, different weights and drapes, some stretchy, some transparent, so I needed to interface some of them.

Step 2: Sew the rainbow together. 0,5cm seam allowance on everything, that's exactly the edge of the foot on your machine. Double and triple check that everything is facing the right direction before sewing. The seam of yellow and green does not get sewn fully, only 21,5 cm! That's important later! Also backtack there. Don't forget to iron.

Step 3: Sew the strips to the half square triangle. For this you have to switch between the sewing machine and the ironing board constantly. Attach the shorter strip diretly to one side of the HST, iron it open. The second strip of the same colour gets attatched to the other side of the HST and the first strip. Look at the pictures closely if you're unsure how that works. Also the strips are longer than the triangle. We'll square that up later.

All strips attatched will look like this. See how the two strips meet at the tip!

Step 4: Cut the rainbow part to size. The length between yellow and green is 22cm long. The shorter seam from before plus some seam allowance. The outsides of red and purple are 44,5cm long. These two points are the beginning and end of your cutting line. You will cut a little triangle from every single colour. Do this slowly and carefully. Maybe your fabrics have stretched a bit (mine did). Don't worry, it will be ok.

Step 5: The Y seam, part one. Y seams are tricky, but there's only one for this block. So put your strips part on your rainbow part and line them up so that the tip of the strip part overhangs the seam between yellow and green by about half a centimeter. Remember that it's not about the edges of the fabric, but where the seam will be. But don't sew all the way! Leave 0,5cm at the tip!

You can also mark on your strip piece two lines 0,5cm from the edges of the black. They should form a little square at the tip. There they meet is where the actual tip on the finished block will be. So place this spot directly on the seem between yellow and green and only sew right up to it. Not beyond.

Step 6: The Y seam, part two. Now, fold both the rainbow part and the strips part in half and if you've done the last step correctly, the remaining two edges will allign. Pin and sew.

I can't explain it better than I've done here, I'm sure there are tutorias out there. Good luck!

Step 7: Square up. Iron your block to that everything is nice and straight and flat. Then use the fabric edges of the red and purple to cut the remaining ends of the strips. Use the HST to cut the white. Be careful, the long side of the triangle is on the bias and likely stretched a bit.

I already added borders here. I'm making a pillow case.

Step 8: Fuzzy cut and raw edge applique. Double sided iron on interfacing is essentially double sided tape. It has two types of glue, one gets activated by 2 seconds of heat, the other by 5 or so (depends on the product). The second side is also covered with a paper that needs to be removed before the second gluing. Read the instructions of the product you are using!

Use your compasses to draw a circle on the protective paper side of the interfacing. It's actually two circles from the same middle point, see pattern. Cut it out roughly. Then place it with the rougher side on the backside of your purple fabric and iron for 2 seconds on middle heat. If you've just ironed your fabric before and the ironing board is still hot, wait for it to cool down. Also let the fabric cool down after applying. Then cut out your circle. The interfacing will have stiffened the fabric, so that shouldn't be a problem. Then remove the protective paper, place the circle on the yellow triangle where you want it and iron for 5 seconds. Let cool.

And you're done! The applique at this point is only secured with the interfacing, but it should hold fairly well. The quilting will secure it further.

And that's it. BTW, did you know that this design was made by Valentino Vecchietti for Intersex Equality Rights UK in 2021? Now you do. Happy quilting!

[fuck-customers]

I can tolerate helping customers with technology things that are specific to my store. Such as how to connect to the wifi (you have request to connect on your settings and then a popup will appear that asks you to put in your email + name to use the wifi. I just tell people to put "No No no@no.com" It is admittedly slightly complex) or how to navigate the store's website. It can get annoying and repetitive, but I can tolerate it because these are things that are specific to my job/store, so the general public would not organically know these things.

However it is not part of my job, nor will I make it part of my job to teach you how to use your own phone, including, but not limited to:

-walking you through step-by-step on how to access a website. And I mean "go to your browser. Well what browser so you have on your phone? Firefox? Chrome? Chrome is the one that looks like the Simon game. Firefox has a fox on the logo, hence the name. Ok go to the address bar. The address bar at the top of the page. That long horizontal white rectangle at the top of the page. The TOP of the page." Etc etc

-walking you through how to download an app in the same fashion as the above bullet. If you don't know what the app store is, you don't get the coupon. Sorry. I'm entirely too burnt out for this shit.

-straight up handling YOUR phone??? Hello? Do not hand me your phone. I don't know you or where you or your phone have been. I will not be touching it.

-similar to the last point: taking a screenshot/teaching you how to take a screenshot on YOUR phone? I'm not a tech wiz, but I think it's different based on what make+model of phone you have and I can't tell what kind of phone it is just by looking at it. And more importantly, I don't want to, nor do I get paid enough to.

-what your password is?? For your app or email? How the actual fuck am I supposed to know that? I don't even know you, but I somehow know your password? Based on the intelligence you're currently displaying, I would assume your password must be "ABCD1234"

There's probably more that I'm forgetting. I could kind of understand these if I was a tech support person or worked in a technology-based store, but I work in a regular ass store. The only connection we have to technology is that we have registers and phones in the store.

On iPhone The address bar is on the bottom in Safari.

But seriously I tell them I am not allowed to touch their phone per company policy. If they ask why that's a policy (and for some reason they all do) I say "a cashier once dropped the customers phone and the store won't pay to repair it, so to keep that from happening again we are not allowed to touch it."

C: "but the last one did it for me."

Me: If they want to break policy and risk their job that's on them but I can't afford to get fired."

-Rodney

[viewofagarden]

Dandy's World OC: Sam the Game Controller

Bio and info below!

“Sam may be a bit of a sleepyhead, but when it comes to their favorite hobbies; they’ve always got their head in the game! ”

Full Name: Sam Nintari Other Name: Sam the Game Controller Species: Game Controller Gender: Nonbinary (They/Them) Voice Claim: Marissa Lenti (Nishikaze from The Silver Guardian)

Dandy Store Quote

“Feel like a challenge, eh? Sam’s easy to pick up, but difficult to master. ”

Requirements

1985 Ichor

Get 25% Research on Twisted Vee

Get 200 “Great!” Skill Checks

Appearance

Sam is an purple game controller, their eyes (usually seen in a sleepy or relaxed expression) being where the D-pad and buttons would normally be. Their limbs and body are the same color as their head. They also have a retractable purple tail with a USB at the end of it

Sam’s outfit consists of a light grey button down shirt underneath a purplish-black hooded cardigan with grey horizontal lines running across the hem and sleeves, a bluish-black skirt, white socks, and a pair of black sneakers with white laces. They also wear a grey glove with a black rectangle on the back of their right hand

Personality

Sam has a generally calm and quiet disposition, bordering on sleepiness. But they become more lively and focused when talking about video games or playing them. Despite having their scatterbrained moments, Sam is notably quite intelligent, analytical, and observant. Especially when it comes to games, programming, and other “techy” things. They also tend to use gaming terms and lingo pretty often.

However Sam does have some rather bad habits, mostly messiness (Seen in their dialogue with Tisha), procrastination, and they don’t sleep as much as they should (hence why they act rather drowsy, and their ability inflicting Tired III on themselves). This can lead Sam to have their stern and cranky moments (such as wanting to go back to playing their game).

Sam sometimes breaks the fourth wall during their dialogue, usually through mentioning the game’s mechanics, stats of the other Toons (and themselves), or other things regarding the game.

Stats

Rank: Rare Health: ♥️♥️♥️ Skill Check: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Size 200 / Value 2.5) Movement Speed: ⭐⭐ (Walk 12.5 / Sprint 22.5) Stamina: ⭐⭐ (125) Stealth: ⭐⭐⭐ (10) Extraction Speed: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (1.20)

Ability

Game On! Active This Toon can use a special device to teleport to a targeted machine regardless of line of sight and inflict Tired III on themself. Has a cooldown of 90

Dialogue 

Finishing extraction

“Alright, next level!” “I could do that all day…” “That was easy.” “It’s easy when you’ve got high extraction speed.”’

Descending to the next floor

“Are we done yet? I wanna go back to playing my game...” “This reminds me of a game…Slain by Sunrise I think…” “I should conserve my stamina…I only got two stars in it.” “I should just take a nap here…eh, just one more floor…”

Activating Game On!

“M1sf1tT00n has entered the game!” “Now I just gotta wait for the cooldown to end…” “Here I am! Walls be stuffed!”

Twisted Sam

"This Twisted has a nasty surprise in store for those that aren’t wary around the machines. They stalk on the ceiling, waiting for their prey to use the machine they are guarding. They don’t stay at the same one for very long, so make sure to check before extracting, or else it’ll be “Game Over” for you.”

Rank: Rare Speed: None Attention Span: N/A Detection Range: Low

Twisted Sam is a stationary Twisted that behaves similarly to Twisted Connie, as they attack those that use the machine they target. Every 15 seconds, they will teleport near a random machine regardless if it’s completed or not, specifically they teleport on the ceiling in the area a Toon would stand when doing a machine. Their presence is marked by a puddle of ichor near the machine they’re stationed at. If a Toon uses the machine they are currently occupying, they will attack them. 

Twisted Research Trinket: Headset Trinket Category: Skill Check Increases Skill Check size by 25% but doubles the speed of the red line

Trivia

Sam’s first name was based on Samuel Buzby aka “Dabuz”, a professional Super Smash Bros. Player.

Their last name is a portmanteau of two gaming companies: Nintendo and Atari.

Sam’s Ichor requirement is a reference to the release year of Super Mario Bros. on the Nintendo Entertainment System.

Sam is playing on a Gameboy Color in their information card.

Sam’s favorite game of all time is The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask, though they hate the Gyorg boss fight with a passion.

Their favorite food is pizza. Their favorite drink is Poppy Pop, specifically the citrus flavor.

Sam has a screen name they use when playing games with a username: M1sf1tT00n (“Misfit Toon”)

Sam’s ability is similar to Glisten’s. As both teleport to a target, do not require line of sight, and inflict a status effect on themselves after using their ability. However Glisten teleports to other Toons whereas Sam teleports to machines. Glisten inflicts Confused III on himself while Sam inflicts Tired III on themself.

Sam has a crush on Vee. Hence one of their requirements is getting 25% research on Vee’s Twisted counterpart. But also because video games are often played on TVs.

Sam is friends with Claude, the two bonding over their shared love of gaming. They’re also friends with Qwerty both due to Sam’s crush on Vee (Qwerty’s sister) but also because Sam likes playing the large amount of computer games Qwerty has in her system.

The device Sam uses for their ability resembles the Power Glove, which can be seen on their right hand. And they teleport to machines by snapping their fingers in the direction of the target. It’s also mentioned in one of their dialogues that they were the one that made it. 

One of the games Sam mentions is “Slain by Sunrise”, a play on “Dead by Daylight”, which was one of the games that inspired Dandy’s World.

Coincidentally Sam shares the same first name and gender identity as Sprout’s handler: Sam Mclaughlin. 

Sam initially had 3 stars in movement speed and 3 stars in extraction speed, this was later changed to them having 2 stars in movement speed and 4 stars in extraction speed.

[x-moonsoul-x]

TL;DR Hey, I’m reading into stuff (character design, I will never stfu about the rottmnt character design) again. Overthinking it like a true Donnie kinnie 🫡

So, I thought the mask tails were in order of age in rise. But, I’m unclear on which mask tails between Donnie & Mikey and Leo & Raph’s are longer/shorter. BUT. Another thing with their mask tails is that the two younger have shorter mask tails and the two older have longer mask tails (I’m a firm younger twin Donnie believer.) Furthermore, when we look at, for example,

MIKEY’S mask tails, they’re quite symbolic of him as a character.

They’re the only ones that are really rounded to that extent (Leo’s are more rounded too, but in a longer and less bubbly/circle way) Mikey is a fun, bubbly, optimistic character. Hence why Mikey=circle. They’re also shaped kind of like a paintbrush - the actual brush part, that is - which is interesting.

LEO’S are more triangular and curve much like his sword. Also, since they’re longer, we don’t see them very often (same with Raph’s) because of how the physics of the mask tails work.

The reason for Leo being a triangle, I’m not entirely sure. But my working theory (haven’t read anywhere why, though it’s likely somewhere) is because a lot about him is sharp. Sword, markings, face, body shape, mask tails. However, his personality is, ironically, the opposite. He’s also the more fun type, and definitely not a villain - even if he may see himself as one or, at least, the ‘blame’ during the movie - (sharp angles in character design are typically associated with villains) But his mask tails being a rounded triangle is really interesting. It’s like he’s smoothing out his personality (cough, cough, face man.) but he’s still “sharp” (loud, ‘annoying’, funny, quick-witted.)

RAPH, I don’t know too too much about, however- you also don’t often see the tails of his mask (because it, like Leo’s, is longer.) It’s jagged like his shell (again, ironic, because he’s pretty much a big softie - although on both the exterior and interior, he is/can be very tough.) He’s harsh on himself more so than he is on his brothers, taking it as his duty to protect them, to lead them, to keep them from harm.

I refuse to retype what I just typed, so I took a photo:

OK, so for DONNIE, I don’t have really anything to say (because I’m tired and my phone’s overheating ^^ he’s still my favourite and I love him dearly.)

But, his mask tails are more rectangular. Donnie = Rectangle, as we all know. (Galactic forehead, cough cough) And Donnie’s mask tails, with him being a younger brother and his mask tails being shorter, are more visible (again, physics.)

That’s it, he’s a rectangle. Shape language and such that goes more into his personality, yadda yadda, like I said - tired.

Anywho, that’s also a big part of a point that could be made about the episode(s) where they went through more formal training and their outfits were completely the same. They were one, completely. Raph and Leo even mind melded. But, that also means they weren’t themselves (we be we, baby.)

This is also a very long winded way of saying Donnie is the younger twin (I accept no other answers (jk ^^))

So, I hope somebody actually reads this rant. And, remember, I know this likely might not actually mean anything. I’m an analyst. I love their character designs I WILL NOT BE SILENCED.

But, that’s just a theory… a game theory!!

xoxo

[glitchthedemon]

NEW DELTARUNE NEWSLETTER HAS BEEN SENT OUT AND WE GOT MORE SPAMTON INFO

spoilers below if you’d rather read it yourself!

In this newsletter, we’re given the opportunity to view what would’ve happened if we had voted for Spamton Silence in the Spamton Sweepstakes. After watching the short video of Spamton A Spamton getting erased, you can scroll down the page to see the orginal homepage, but now all in greyscale.

If you continue scrolling, you can see all the items that were originally on sale, but the descriptions are gone, leaving only greyscale pictures. If you scroll all the way down, underneath what was Spamtons Fate (an entirely black box with no image, you can read the titles of the items by copy-pasting the top part of each close up) there’s a small purple rectangle that takes you to one of Noelles blog posts. It’s one that’s been seen before, where she mentions Dragon Blazers has been updated and she’s found several clues by following links. I couldn’t find anything different to that from last time, but it’s got to have some kind of meaning - my guess is it’s a way of hinting to us that there’s some kind of clues to find

at the end of the page, click “What’s next?” And it takes you to the website where we see what is likely a room in Chapter 3, with two long sofas and two TVs

Everything is more or less the same, however I believe that a Maus has been added to the bar(?) at the back which I don’t think was there the first time. If you click on the bar, it takes you to a page titled “No one will shed a tear for him”. The page is entirely black with just a set of double doors that when clicked, turn the screen black for a moment before text appears

“If only you had the , your luck might’ve gone another other way. No , no crystal”

I feel like this could be referring to the Freedom/Silence vote, hence the “other way”, but the crystal makes me think of the Shadow Crystals we get after a secret boss. Maybe this is the Chap 3 secret boss talking to Kris maybe??? Presumably the “him” no one will be shedding a tear for is Spamton, due to his erasure via the silence option.

That’s pretty much anything of note I’ve found. I started this post with the intention of theorising or expanding on theories but there’s not much to go on now, but with the next Chapters practically around the corner I’m sure we’ll have some answers soon

If anyone does have any ideas on what it all means, feel free to comment/reblog with your thoughts, would love to hear them ^_^

[jaylienpotter]

Part 3 of Let them be | 1.9K words

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Let people want both

Remus, James and Peter were outside already, waiting for Sirius to join them to go to Hogsmead. Remus was getting impatient (it was getting close to that time of the month), it was unbelievable the amount of time someone could take to get ready. They always expected him to take longer, hence why not waiting at the dorm. But that day Padfoot was taking especially long.

Lupin's frown became something else entirely. Thin lips parted, brown eyes wide and cheeks most certainly darker than usual. Siri looked absolutely gorgeous, hot, perfect.

"Looking good Pads!" Prongs greeted the last marauder with his usual cheerful grin. But he didn't have the tall boy's slightest attention.

"You think?"

"Yeah! Girl day?" Sirius hummed affirmatively and got closer. Fuck did he she look even better.

"Where did you get the clothes?" The short blond boy was still getting used to the whole gender thing, but it had gotten better since the protest they did for Regulus.

"Well, Marlene gave me the skirt, said it's a tad too big on her. The top is mine but I cut it to be cropped. Not bad, I'd say. Definitely not the straightest but it's me after all. And I don't know, it gives it a grungy style. The fishnets are Mary's. I was expecting it to be uncomfortable but it's not, really. The accessories are all mine except for the bracelet, which is also Marlene's. The boots are mine, obviously. It would be fun to maybe get heels at one point but I don't think they exist in my size."

"You can always try spells. You look wicked, anyway!" Potter turned to Remus, who was very much panicking on the inside. "Y'alright, Moony?"

"Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah." Was that suspicious? He was quite collected in general but something about that man - or woman, person, didn't really matter - made him feral. He wanted Sirius to be his. He needed it. But he was far too awkward and shy to ever make a move. I mean, what if it ruined their friendship?

"Look!" Pads lifted her rectangle black sunglasses to show an amazing eye look (not that Remus knew much about makeup) that made her grey eyes pop. "I did it myself! Lily has been teaching me how to make different looks with makeup."

"You're on a first name basis, now? You're not stealing Evans from me, Pads, are you?" He squinted as if threatening, not that he would ever hurt his best friend.

"No, don't worry. I'm still very much into blokes."

"Good. Anyone you got your eyes on?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." Suddenly focused on the conversation, a million thoughts raced through Rem's head. Did Padfoot have a crush? Who could it be?

"Secretive. I'm onto you, Pads. And how about you Moony? We all know Pete is devoted to the Ravenclaw boy-"

"Merlin! I've told you already, Benjy and I are just friends."

"Sure." Round glasses turned to Moony, who, for once, was feeling somewhat brave.

"I guess you could say I fancy someone." He hoped to get a reaction from said person.

"Ooooo! Who is she?" This was his moment.

"Why are you assuming it's a girl?" There it was. Pads looked up, interest peaked. It could only be from curiosity, she always enjoyed some drama. Or maybe, hopefully, it could be deeper than that.

"Am I the only straight person here?"

"Well I'm not gay, because I don't fancy Benjy. I don't fancy anyone." Poor Pete. James wouldn't leave him alone about it, constantly teasing.

"Whatever you say, Wormy. Who's this person, Moony?"

"Ain't telling." He was feeling brave and maybe even impulsive. But not even the full moon made him an idiot.

"Aww, come on! Why don't you lot tell me anything?!"

"Perhaps because you're extremely obvious and embarrassing." He did have a point. Although that wasn't the reason in this case.

"Awn, do I embarrass you in front of eagle boy?"

"You're insufferable!" Potter chuckled, deciding it was enough teasing.

"Well, where we off to first? Zonko's?"

"We should go there last. We will need quite a lot of things, we're running out of stock for pranks."

"What would we do without you, Moony?" Get in a lot more detentions, that's for sure. "Three broomsticks?"

They all agreed and went to the pub, ordering butterbeer. After a while of talking about nothings, Peter got up.

"I have to go for a bit."

"Meeting a certain someone whose name starts with a B?"

"Sod off, Potter. I'll see you later." He was barely out the door when James got up too.

"Oh shit! I also need to go. I want to buy Lily some flowers. See if this time she'll accept going on a date. Sorry mates." He took some coins from his pockets (most of them galleons, rich prick) and messily left them on the table. "Uh this should cover some of the drinks. I'll meet you at Zonko's in like 30, yeah?"

"Just go, lover boy."

"Thank you, you're the best!" And then it was just them. It's not like they were never alone, but it was especially hard to focus when Sirius looked like a hot rockstar. No matter where Lupin looked, he could easily get flustered. Face? Amazing makeup that he wanted to kiss. Top? You could see her abs under the crop. Bottom? Obviously the mini skirt. There was no way out.

"You seem distracted."

"Hm? Do I?" Fuck.

"Yes. Is it because of the person you fancy?"

"Maybe." Absolutely.

"I didn't know you were bi." The lanky boy just shrugged, afraid to say something stupid. "Do I know him?"

"You know everyone."

"You know what I mean." Another non answer, a sip of the butterbeer that was near the end. "Do you know if he's gay? Or bi or whatever."

"He is."

"What does he look like?" They were getting into dangerous territory. There weren't many males at hogwarts with fucking grey eyes. Join the long black hair and it was a given.

"Why the interrogation? You also didn't give us much closure."

"Ask me things, then." He pondered. He desperately wanted to find out if Padfoot had any interest in the boy across from her.

"Do you fancy someone?"

"I do." Could be anyone.

"What's his house?"

"Gryffindor, of course. I have high standards, Moons." Siri was the only person that called him that. Got this man on his knees every time.

"I mean you dated a Ravenclaw."

"Shhhh we don't talk about him."

"Right." Brown eyebrows came together "Is it- is it James?" It made sense. They were always together, after all. And Potter was always complimenting his best mate.

"Prongs?! Fuck no! He's my brother. Why? You don't fancy him, do you…?"

"No, no!" Different Marauder.

"What's his house?"

"Also Gryffindor. What does your crush look like?" It could go downhill from there very fast.

"Brown hair. Brown eyes." Matched… "Bad sense of style." Listen. Remus didn't have a bad sense of style. He just liked to be comfortable. Although he could be the one in the description since Black said he looked like a grandfather.

Before Rem could answer, probably ask something that was more specific, a crash and shouts were heard a few tables over.

"Let's go somewhere else?"

"Sounds good."

After paying, Moony awkwardly followed his crush to a secluded area in the street.

"How about you? What does your crush look like?"

"Dark hair…" Pads hummed, encouraging to continue. "Light eyes…" Bastard was smirking. Smirking at the pink cheeks across the scarred face.

"I see…" She got close. Very close. "You know, Lupin. I couldn't help but notice you get particularly shy whenever I'm wearing a skirt. Any reason?" He didn't say anything. I mean, what was he supposed to say? Sirius obviously knew the answer already. "I'd say you simply like short skirts but I don't see you staring at other girls like that." His cheeks matched the colour of their house and he could be playing quidditch with how fast his heart was beating. "What is it, Remy?"

"Siri…" His voice was pleading, his eyes were pleading, his heart was pleading, he was on his knees and she was well aware of that.

"No no." She took his chin and made him look into those grey eyes. "Say it."

"I…" Shit, he was nervous. "I… like you…"

"Was that so hard? If all I needed to do to get you to like me back was to wear a skirt, I would've protested a lot sooner."

"It's not since the skirt… It's been longer." The Black smirk. Annoying and hot. He just wanted to kiss it, aware the bold red lipstick would get smudged on both of them.

"Remus John Lupin, you fool." And just like that, their lips met. Pale arms around the taller one's neck. Moony put his arms around her and pulled her closer, feeling her bare skin and melting into the kiss.

Merlin knows how long the kissing lasted. Time didn't exist between those two. After what seemed like an eternity and yet not enough, they parted.

"You have some lipstick on you." She chuckled and cleaned some of it with her finger. "I'm making it worse…"

"That's okay. I'll wash my face."

"Woooooo!" Turning around, there was a short Filipino blondie cheering them, holding hands with her dark skinned girlfriend. "Fucking finally! You better tell me the details, Black!"

"Fine! Now sod off Mckinnon!" She laughed and pulled Dorcas, walking away. "Well…"

"I uh… I'll wash my face at the pub."

"I'll walk with you." The silence was a tad awkward. At least to Remus. His crush took his hand and broke the ice. "So, since when do you fancy me?"

"I'm not sure… A year, maybe? You?"

"Awww really? You should have come out sooner. I've liked you since fourth year. Never made a move because I thought you were straight. And even after the protest, I wasn't sure if you just found me attractive because I look like a girl."

"No, I like you when you're masculine too. The skirt just… I don't know, has a different effect. Wait here?"

"Is my lipstick smudged?"

"A bit."

"I'll go too." They went back to the pub they had left some minutes ago. Pads went to the girl's bathroom while Remus cleaned his face and grinned at the mirror in the men's. When they met again, the red lips were as lively as before. They stained Moony, the shape of a kiss on his left cheek. "Sorry. Had to."

It had been over 30 minutes since James left to fetch Lily a gift. So naturally, he and Pettigrew were already waiting at Zonko's.

"There they are! Where were you two- Is that lipstick?!" The werewolf blushed and looked down while his partner held up their hands grinning.

"We're dating!"

"What?! You were each other's crushes?!" Wormtail shook his head.

"You are so oblivious, Prongs."

"Wha- You knew?!"

"Everyone with eyes and some common sense knows those two have been pining over each other. Congrats on figuring it out, it was getting painful to watch."

"Wormtail!" Pads gasped dramatically, her hand over her chest. "How could you stay quiet?"

"Wasn't my place to say anything. And it was quite entertaining to watch how stupid you both were." Sirius seemed offended, but Remus couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious.

[hedonistpoet06]

Crawling Back To You - Part Two:

2007! Leo x Female OC

Synopsis: Evangeline Blackwell, or Evie as she preferred to be called, always knew that New York City held an abundance of secrets which she was itching to uncover, hence why she decided to move there for college. However, she didn’t consider that one of the cities' secrets was the existence of a particular blue clad mutant turtle and his crime fighting brothers. Evie thought her biggest obstacle in her first year of college was going to be getting good grades, making new friends and getting used to dorm life. But alas, she now has to worry about a new crime organisation called ‘The Foot Clan’ working under The Shredder, the arch nemesis of the turtle and his family who she was beginning to grow very attached to. However, after too many close calls, Splinter soon realises that perhaps the turtles were not as strong as a team as he believed them to be, and thus Leo was not experienced enough to lead them. So what better fix is there than a year long trip to South America?

Authors Note: This work is also available on my AO3 'heartofthehedonistpoet06' if you wish to read it there!

Word Count: 4916

Song: Fallingforyou - The 1975

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“You’re telling me you do that all the time?!” Evie gasped as she clung onto the cold metal of the fire escape which was attached to the side of her dorm building.

“Yeah, it's my way of getting around. Can’t exactly walk the streets freely looking the way that I do.” Leo chuckled at the stunned expression that painted Evie’s face.

“And you actually enjoy it?” she questioned, still winded from the turbulent parkour she had just endured whilst being on the turtle's back.

“It definitely helps that I'm not afraid of heights, unlike someone else.” Leo teased as he held himself up on the exterior side of the fire escapes railing, which looked more like a small metal balcony as most of them do in New York.

Evie had been living on campus for less than three months and she had absolutely no idea how to identify her dorm window to Leo as it stood amongst the rest in endless, parallel rows of rectangles. All she knew is that she lived on the third floor and somewhere towards the right side of the building, not like that was any help whatsoever.

Although, only a few hours prior, Evie had forgotten to turn her bedside lamp off before she went to work. This minor mistake had worked in her favour however as a distinct pink light filled her bedroom window, making it easy to distinguish from the rest. She thought that it was about time she had some good luck today after whatever tonight's fiasco was in the alleyway.

Leo had of course made a sly remark about the bright light and Evie countered his commentary by stating that it was the same lamp she kept from her childhood bedroom and she didn’t have the heart to throw it away.

“You asked me if I get motion sickness, not if I was afraid of heights.” she retorted, pointing a finger towards him playfully.

Leo watched as Evie stood on the other side of the railing, her arms folded over her chest as she challenged his teasing. The turtle had been so immersed in their conversation he had almost forgotten how wet Evie still was from the rain, and suddenly Leo remembered how sensitive humans were to extreme temperatures.

“You raise a fair point.” his gaze trailed to the window that was situated behind Evie, a reminder that he had done his job and should be returning to his nightly patrol.

“Well, you better get inside before you freeze to death.” Leo cleared his throat.

He didn’t particularly want Evie to leave, to watch her retreat back to the safety of her dormitory which was illuminated a bright pink from what he now knew was a lamp from her youth.

“Leo?” she asked softly.

“Yes?” he responded almost instantly.

“Would you like to come in for some tea or something?” Evie explained, fidgeting with the silver rings that adorned her fingers, “I just feel like I owe you something since you kinda saved my ass back there, just to say thank you, you know?”

Leo’s heart tugged at the offer. Almost every interaction he had with a human had ended badly, often clouded by panic in response to his abnormal physicality, but this was different. Evie was different. From the moment she saw his appearance, Leo never detected an ounce of fear or disgust in her eyes which he had become almost accustomed to over the years.

“You know you don’t owe me anything, Evie. I helped you because it’s what I do.” Leo stated, knowing that he probably shouldn’t indulge any further than he already had.

“Oh come on, please?” she pleaded.

Leo thought for a moment, genuinely contemplating whether he should accept her offer.

He had already shown Evie his mutant form in its entirety, what was the harm in stealing a few more minutes with this human girl who didn’t scream in pure terror at the sight of him?

“You know, I'm going to feel guilty for the rest of my life if you don’t let me.” Leo blinked in surprise as he watched Evie step closer to him, the only thing separating the two of them being the metal railing.

Even though Leo had this girl on his back a few moments prior, he felt an awful lot closer to her right now. But the rainy drizzle of New York seemed so unappealing for the turtle, he was sure that the city would be fine without him for a bit longer.

“I suppose, if that’s alright with you that is.” he shrugged softly.

“Duh, I wouldn’t have offered it if it wasn’t.” she chuckled, then turned on her feet to walk towards the window.

Evie released the latch to her dorm room window, stepping inside from the fire escape rather ungracefully. Leo followed in shortly after his new human acquaintance, however his landing was a lot more elegant thanks to his years of training.

Leo couldn’t help but inspect the inside of her dorm room, his eyes trailed across the space in front of him. It quickly dawned on Leo that he had never been inside of a human's room, not even Casey or April’s, and the whole ordeal suddenly felt deeply personal to him.

It was as if he was looking at a reflection of this total stranger's mind, Leo felt like he had stepped into a gallery or a museum perhaps which was specifically exhibiting everything this girl had ever loved or held dear.

He knew that the bedrooms in the lair which himself and his brother’s occupied also reflected their personal interests, hobbies and characters, however everything they accumulated was either found in the sewers or fixed by Donnie.

“Now I apologise in advance for the lack of space, I was just lucky enough to get a single dorm and not have to share like most freshmen.” Evie spoke, freeing Leo from his train of thought.

The dormitory itself was small, Leo didn’t expect it to be luxurious by any means unlike some of the portrayals he had seen in mainstream movies. It had just enough room to fit a bed, desk and a wardrobe, all the basic necessities which a college student required. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling line which casted a warm glow throughout the room and it complemented the infamous pink lamp which Leo could now see placed on her bedside table.

Piles of books covered her bedside table and there were even a few stacks on the floor which led Leo to believe she was an avid reader.

Photo frames, small potted plants of greenery and even a record player rested on the shelves which were bolted to the wall. The desk itself was covered with evidence of her college work, loose sheets of paper and plastic folders were scattered everywhere whilst her laptop screen was open and turned on, a faint blue light illuminated the oak surface. The majority of the walls were filled with posters, prints and a calendar which had been thoroughly scribbled on already in red ink, visual proof of her busy schedule.

Leo was so used to the messy and chaotic living space of the sewers which he shared with his brothers and father but there was something almost comforting about Evie’s room. It too was also somewhat chaotic due to the lack of floor space evident by the covered walls and the clothes that were almost spilling out of her wardrobe.

“It’s definitely got character, I’ll give you that.” Leo said.

“Thanks, I tried to make it as homely as possible.”

“I like it.”

Evie smiled softly over her shoulder in appreciation.

“I'll put the kettle on in a minute but do you mind if I step out to get changed for a moment? I'm dying to get out of these clothes.” Evie spoke as she unzipped her drenched rain jacket, hanging it on a hook on the back of her door to air.

As Leo watched Evie remove herself from her jacket he couldn’t help but notice how the rain had soaked through to her work shirt which read ‘Urban Greens & Goods’ on the sleeve and he immediately recognised it as the small grocery store on the corner of a familiar street he had passed on patrol many times before.

Leo was still standing by the window, not daring to adventure further into the girls room just yet, after all this was foreign territory to him.

He had met humans before, after all he and his brothers had built a close friendship with April and Casey but he viewed them as an extension of his family, the bond they shared was similar to that of siblings. But Leo couldn’t recall feeling this surprised or perhaps tense when he first met them, it wasn’t that Evie was hostile, it was quite the opposite rather.

“Yeah, go get changed, I won’t go anywhere.” Leo said, awkwardly resting his hands on his hips whilst Evie left the room with a spare pair of clothes in hand.

Once the turtle heard the door click shut, his eyes began to fixate upon the many photo frames which Evie had scattered around the space. He adventurously moved from his spot by the windowsill, just stepping a fraction further into Evie’s dormitory to examine the pictures.

There were photos captured with who Leo assumed was her family which consisted of a small bunch of siblings alongside her mom and dad, he also saw smiling moments with friends taken at various ages, he even smirked at the sight of Evie’s braces during what he assumed must have been her middle school years.

A small wave of nostalgia came over Leo as he thought back to the very few photos he had of his own childhood, all of which were taken with a battered polaroid Splinter had found and repaired in the lair. He had a few snapshots of both himself and his brothers, but nowhere near as many as what Evie had littered all around her room.

His eyes scanned through the images, his eyes landing on a particular photo of what he assumed was her high school graduation. Evie looked different from the previous childish snapshots, this must have been a fairly recent photo as her braces were removed, she was dressed in a cap and gown whilst her parents stood next to her, looking teary eyed and extremely proud.

Leo was well aware of how much personal appearance mattered to humans which was just one of the reasons why he avoided showing himself to them at all. Yet when he first laid eyes on the human, he didn’t believe Evie to be unpleasant looking considering she was drenched from the rain and dirtied from the alley floor.

However, Leo couldn’t excuse the fact that Evie looked absolutely radiant in this photograph. Perhaps it was the warmth embedded in her smile or maybe it was the way her hair fell from her graduation cap and framed her face perfectly.

“That’s better.” Evie sighed with relief as she stepped through the door, and despite Leo's heightened ninja senses, her sudden entrance had startled the turtle.

He noticed that she had changed into a grey hoodie that read ‘NYU’ in bold purple writing and a pair of black sweatpants, however what stood out the most was the fuzzy pink bed socks that adorned her feet. And Leo found those socks slightly endearing.

“Feeling nice and dry yet?” Leo cleared his throat and leaned back against Evie’s desk.

Evie however had begun shaking her wet hair out, holding her hair tie in between her lips as she gave an exaggerated nod to Leo's question.

“Sorry, I forgot to ask, are you…” Evie paused, thinking carefully about what she was going to say next, “warm enough?”

“You weren't joking about not being a zoologist.” Leo laughed dryly, “Turtles love water, that includes the rain.”

“Right.” Evie grimaced in embarrassment and Leo thought he could spot the slightest tinge of red starting to bloom across her face.

“Sorry, that was such a stupid question.” she laughed, dragging her hand against her forehead in embarrassment.

“No it’s not.” Leo said almost apologetically, knowing that she was only trying to be polite and attentive.

“Do you still want tea?” Evie asked, obviously trying to change the topic of conversation.

“Yes, please.” Leo chuckled softly but immediately stiffened against the desk when he saw Evie walk closer towards him.

The turtle suddenly felt cornered in the confined space, as if there wasn’t enough room in her dormitory already.

“Sorry, I just gotta squeeze past you.” Evie said as she reached an arm out to open the cabinet door which sat on the wall above her desk where Leo just so happened to be leaning against.

The turtle mustered a few awkward apologies as he shuffled over, suddenly very aware of how close Evie's arm was to the side of his face.

“Sorry, we’re technically not to keep any appliances in the dorms for safety reasons but what damage is a little kettle going to do?” Evie explained as she plugged the electric kettle into an outlet under her desk.

“So you’re a rule breaker?” Leo asked teasingly.

“No.” she replied, suddenly feeling like she had done something wrong under the weight of Leo’s gaze, “I just don’t let anything come between me and my tea.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“Can I ask you something, Evie?”

“What’s up?” she replied, rummaging through her bedside drawer for the boxes of tea she kept stashed away.

“How old are you exactly?”

“Eighteen.”

“Really?” Leo said, sounding surprised.

“Why?” Evie asked cautiously, “is this the part where you tell me you’re secretly like a century old or something?”

Leo laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, I am not that old.” he sighed in amusement, “I’m only eighteen myself.”

“Eighteen too huh?” Evie asked.

“Do you have any preferences on tea?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything herbal would you?”

“Oh Leonardo please…” Evie paused as she reached her arm into the drawer and finally pulled out a jar which held an abundance of colourful tea bags, “I am the connoisseur of herbal tea.”

Leo stifled a small laugh from escaping, his hand quickly covered his lips as he tried to soften the extent of his laughter. The extensive assortment was almost comical to the blue clad turtle and he thought that her tea collection could rival that of his fathers.

“Well what do you have?”

“I've got chamomile, jasmine, green, lavender and I think a couple of other rogue ones in there.” she replied as she held the jar closer to her eyes, shaking the contents gently to read all the tables of the tea bags.

“I’ll take the lavender.”

“Good choice.”

“My mom was always a massive tea drinker growing up and when I moved out I swear she gave me enough tea bags to last me all of freshman year.” Evie explained as the kettle boiled.

“You and your mom, are you close?” Leo asked, a small surge of confidence overcame him as he stepped closer to Evie.

He thought back to the pictures he had studied only a few minutes ago. Leo thought Evie looked like a combination of both her parents' features, but he could certainly see more of her mothers appearance as he examined her face in more detail.

“Yeah we are, I’m close with my whole family actually. It’s definitely been quite the adjustment living alone.” Evie reached for two ceramic mugs she had hidden away in the same cabinet where the kettle was kept.

“And how long have you been living alone for?”

“Well I'm almost three months into my freshman year, so about that.” Evie then started to carefully pour the boiling water into the mugs.

“And do you miss them, your family?” Leo subconsciously thought about what it would be like to be in Evie's situation, all he knew was his brothers and father. He couldn’t possibly fathom the idea of being away from them especially for such an extended period of time.

“Oh more than anything, but Connecticut isn’t actually that far when you think about it so I can always go home and visit if I feel really homesick.”

“Connecticut huh?” Leo asked, curiosity overtaking him.

“Born and raised.”

“What made you want to move to the city?”

“I think the real question is what didn’t make me want to move here?” Evie said before disposing of the used tea bags and offered one mug to Leo, who thanked her softly.

He wrapped his hands around firmly, feeling the warmth from the cup spread through his palms. Leo felt a strange sense of comfort emanate from Evie’s bedroom, the combination of the tea and the warm glow of the lights made him feel at ease, almost tranquil.

“I mean Connecticut is great, especially if you like small towns and coastlines, but there was always something so magical about New York.” Evie walked over to her bed, sitting cross legged at the end of it as she gently blew the steam from her mug.

She reached her hand out, gesturing for Leo to sit on her desk chair, which he did cautiously, paranoid of it not being stable enough to hold his weight.

“I wouldn’t say it’s magical.” he chuckled, looking at Evie who was sitting only a few feet across from him.

Leonardo adored the city more than anything, he felt an immense responsibility for maintaining crime and keeping all its inhabitants safe after all. But he also knew far too well about the bad and the ugly which the city purposefully kept hidden, like what had happened to Evie that night.

“Well, have you lived here your entire life?”

“Born and raised.” he smirked, repeating her words from earlier which earned an unamused eye roll from the girl in question.

“Point proven.” Evie said, taking a sip of her tea, “People always tend to find things more fascinating or appealing when they haven’t experienced or seen it before. It makes it feel all the more special.”

Leo paused, taken aback by the ambiguity of her words, was she still talking about the city?

“I visited the city for the first time with my family when I was in the first grade and ever since then I always knew that I was going to live here at one point in my life.”

“Is that right?” Leo asked and Evie nodded softly, “and has it met all your expectations so far?”

“It’s gone above and beyond. Tonight was probably the only bad thing that’s happened since I've moved here.” he felt a small fraction of relief knowing that her idyllic perspective had not yet been tainted.

“Well I hope it didn’t tarnish any of your childhood dreams.”

“Definitely not…” Evie trailed off, “You saved me after all.”

She gently nudged the turtle's upper arm with her elbow and Leo suddenly felt his grip tighten on the ceramic mug which looked comically small in his grasp.

“Like I told you, it’s what I do.” he replied, purposefully avoiding Evie's gaze.

Leo believed this dorm had to have some ridiculously advanced heating system because his whole body began to feel warm rather quickly.

“Do you like it? the tea?” she spoke up.

“It’s nice. It seems your mother has good taste.” Leo replied truthfully, and for a moment he wondered if the brew could rival Splinters.

“I'm glad, i'm sure my mother would be elated knowing her tea is being put to good use.”

Leo agreed with Evie as he took another sip.

“So, Leo...” she broke the silence, this grabbed the turtle's attention as he was forced to look up and meet Evie’s eyes, “what about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

“Well aren’t you going to tell me about yourself, seems only fair.”

“Well… I know you told me you're a turtle but.. how? I mean not that I don't believe you, I just have never seen anyone like you before.”

“Well, it would be a long story…” Leo sighed, thinking about how he would even begin to explain how he became the way he was.

“I got time.” Evie said confidently as she patted a spot on her bed next to her.

Leo looked at her, as if to silently ask if she was sure in which she nodded in response.

A small part of Leo told him not to, to stay put on the chair and keep himself on the other side of the room. But there was some other part of him that spoke even louder than that responsible voice inside Leo’s head and told him to accept Evie’s offer instead.

And suddenly Leo felt himself rise to his feet and walk over to the bed, and as he sat down against the mass of plush bedding and blankets he couldn’t help but notice how pretty Evie looked up close.

He paid particularly close attention to her hair that had started to dry, it was a particular shade of mousey blonde which Leo only saw on certain movie actresses. He thought it suited her. Soft bangs had started to become loose from her ponytail and fell perfectly across her stormy eyes. Leo could even see a few sets of small freckles that painted her cheeks, evidence of summers spent in the Connecticut heat.

Maybe he could just blame it on the way the lamp casted a warm, pink glow across her face that made her smile seem even brighter than it had been before.

And so, whilst trying not to obviously stare at Evie’s features for too long, Leo began to tell her everything. Every detail from start to finish, how his adoptive father who was once human had moved from Japan to start a new life in New York, she told her of the day he had adopted four baby turtles and how they all mutated after a terrible accident with some freak substance that forever altered their physiology. He recalled how his father was forced to hide in the sewers, knowing very well he’d be rejected by society for his rat-like form and thus had to raise four infant turtles on his own.

Evie listened intently as Leo spoke of how himself and his three other brothers learned martial arts from their father, how the brothers trained as ninjas, but as they grew older the brothers had begun to look for a bigger purpose, and why they started protecting the city.

She knew that everything Leo told her would seem absurd or surreal to anyone else, but to Evie, she believed every word he said, there was no room for interrogation, only genuine curiosity.

“A ninja huh? I guess this explains this, then.” Evie leaned closer to the turtle and gently ran her fingers down the tails of his blue mask, catching the worn fabric between her index and middle finger.

Leo’s breath hitched at the sudden contact as he felt the warmth of her fingertips softly graze against the side of his neck. He flinched slightly, surprised by the forwardness of her movement which sent a shiver down his spine.

He felt embarrassed at how reactive he was to her slightest touch, maybe he could blame the tea for making him feel especially warm and flushed.

“Shit! Sorry! I just kinda let my intrusive thoughts take over then.” Evie exclaimed as she noticed Leo’s tense and rigid demeanour.

“No… it’s fine!” he tried to reassure her but saw how quickly she had retracted her hand, “my mask it's just very personal to me, and my brothers too.”

“Of course, no hero is complete without their mask, right?” Leo felt his chest tighten at Evie’s words, he was flattered that she had endowed such a title to him.

The two of them continued to talk, ignoring how time seemed to melt away as the pair got lost in each other’s company. Evie had quickly learnt so much about Leo as they continued to speak and the turtle thought the same for herself.

“I wish I knew how to fight like that, just for self defence you know?” Evie said as Leo recalled a particularly intense story where he and his brothers stopped an arm robbery at a rather expensive jeweller.

“I could teach you.” Leo said quickly, the thought popping into his mind practically as soon as he opened his mouth.

“What?” Evie, who laid her back against the bed had practically jolted upright in shock at Leo’s offer.

“It's important to learn how to protect yourself, you know just in case something like tonight could happen again.” Leo started, trying to justify himself, “I’d be more than happy to teach you some basic self defence moves if you’d like?”

“What’s the catch?”

“Nothing I swear-” he started, but was quickly cut off.

“Because the only thing that I can offer you is more tea from my mom’s collection.” Evie said playfully and Leo smirked at her proposal, it was tempting.

“Alright, maybe we can make that work out. This tea is pretty good.” he gestured to the mugs which have since been abandoned on Evie’s desk.

“Let’s do it then.”

“Here, give me your arm.” Evie quickly stood up and retrieved a marker from her desk.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked, meanwhile Evie’s adorable bed socks padded softly against the floor while she walked closer to Leo.

She cleared her throat and outstretched her hand as if she was waiting for Leo to give her something, the turtle gave her a confused expression.

“Don't you want my number? how else are we going to organise our self defence rendezvous?” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, right, of course.” Leo felt slightly flustered at his cluelessness, obviously not thinking about the logistics of this arrangement.

“You do have a phone, right?” Evie asked wearily, realising now she should have probably checked before scribbling her number on the turtle's green skin.

After all, this wasn’t exactly the circumstances Evie thought she’d find herself in when she gave her number out to a boy for the first time during college.

Leo just chuckled at her question and nodded.

“There you go. I’ll be looking forward to our first lesson.” Evie smirked and closed the cap of the marker.

“Thanks…” Leo muttered softly, his eyes were busy fixating themselves upon the bold numbers written on the inside of his forearm.

A girl had just given him his number, a very good looking, endearing and funny human girl who made him laugh and saw past his unusual appearance, but it didn’t mean anything, right?

Leo had to remind himself that he was just doing her a favour to prevent tonight from ever happening again, it was his sworn duty to protect the city.

Although, not all of his nightly patrols ended in him sharing a cup of tea with a girl in her dorm room.

But he wasn’t able to ignore that small voice in his head which urged him to see this girl again. Leo knew this couldn’t be the last time he saw her.

“Evie?”

“Yes, Leo?”

“Don’t tell anyone but this, about me or my family. In case you couldn’t tell, we prefer to go around the city unnoticed.”

As much as Leo felt drawn to the human girl, he couldn’t let himself forget the severity of showing his identity to a citizen. Although the few humans he and his brothers had encountered would try to report their existence to the media, they were always shrugged off as typical deranged alien believers. But tonight, Leo had willingly stepped foot into a human's bedroom, anyone could have opened her door and seen a mutant, humanoid turtle sitting on her bed.

And for some reason, Leo couldn't shake his father's warning tone from his mind, emphasising the need to protect himself and their family.

It was a good thing Evie wasn’t expecting any visitors that night and her neighbours must have been fast asleep because they didn’t knock the wall three times, which was morse code for ‘be quiet’ in dormitory living.

“Of course, I wouldn’t tell anyone. Promise.” Evie said, voice soft yet serious.

And Leo believed her wholeheartedly.

“Thank you.”

It was getting late, Leo could tell from the small yawns that left Evie’s mouth even though she tried her hardest to cover them up. He thanked her for the tea and her hospitality, and he made sure to repeat the fact that Evie didn’t owe him anything, but she argued with him anyway.

Leo found that stubbornness of hers strangely sweet.

Evie walked with him over to the window and admired his effortless manoeuvre out of her dorm, he certainly did have the agility of a ninja after all.

“Hey Leo.” she called as she stuck her head out the window.

Evie looked down before her and locked eyes with the mutant turtle who was ready to scale down her fire escape.

“Call me about that training, I'll make sure to have the tea brewed and ready for you.” Evie said before closing the window and retreating back to the warmth of her dormitory.

Leo swore the journey back home to the lair had never gone by so quickly.

However, maybe it was the warmth that began to bloom in his chest which served as a good distraction for the blue clad turtle.

[royalpicaro]

Here are the typed numbered points, final thoughts at the end DISCLAIMER: I used a Sonic ref page from GAMING 2019 to help with mapping and finding out what features match up with the guide lines. I think this is perfectly okay to do for LEARNING purposes like this one.

1. His hair is based off of fresh hair growing after a shave. The Awkward Phase™ 2. I'm terrible with front view shoes >.< 3. Ear tufts! 4. Marks are just slanted rectangles. 5. I will avoid drawing more hands than needed LMAO 6. Based off of a standard sneaker design. 7. Fluffy tail! 8. (Dot) Points of interest. 9. I like the tuft going back this far. 10. Faded and non-faded symbol of Phenthoma's(Fen-tohm-ah) lab. 11. Phenthoma lab symbol on the back of glove. Just the left glove. 12. Phenthoma is a character that is no longer living. A vital part of Elliot's past. We hate her. >:( 13. A design will be here in time! 14. In the short 30 min. that I have been desigining and mapping, I've already figured out how the torso is shaped. If you struggle, I highly rec mapping the characters. EXTENDED: I was still on the first pose when I did this and this genuinely helped me visualize where to put what parts where. 15. Triangles and squares are your best friends! 16. I HATE this angle!! 17. Anything to avoid hands 💅 18. In the mapping pic, you can see I'm much more comfy without too many shapes. EXTENDED: By this time, I already knew how to make the torso and how to position the arms and tuft. The head and body are very much oddly proportional. I believe the reason why we believe it's not is because of how large Sonic and others' quills are because Amy doesn't really have this issue. It works though and I wouldn't have the characters any other way. 19. I wanted to convey that Elliot is VERY fluffy hence the tufts of fur everywhere. EXTENDED: I know this sounds obvious, but I based Elliot off of those giant fluffy wolves that I just wanna hug. Elliot could easily be a pillow for anyone with all his fluff. He is definitely the type to look bigger when dry, but the second he is dunked in water, he looks like a very skinny wet rat. Think of those fluffy cats that look big but shrink SO MUCH when they get a bath LMAO 20. I now know my problem angles, but also how to use non-Sonic ref pics for bigger and better pieces! :D Now, my final thoughts: This was incredibly helpful! I never was really good with Sonic anatomy and I always struggled with it. I love how I was able to find my problem areas and improve on them in such a short amount of time. I want to do bigger pieces with Elliot, but at the moment, I have no plans on writing anything around this character other than the needed empty spots in the lore(THE LORE!!!). Such as Phentoma's full story and how Dean, Elliot's first love, died by Phen's hands. If there is any interest in this then I can answer some questions about the story. Though, warning, Elliot might be a very boring character. Here's some tidbits: He doesn't have the rage of someone who has lost a lot, even though he has, indeed, lost a lot. He's let it go with time. He values maturity in approaching situations with understanding instead of violence or raising his voice. He doesn't like to fight even though he is more than capable. He collects silly things and is hard to aggravate. He's kind and caring, even to those he knows have hurt him or others. He's just a project that was successful and that cost him everything. He hates stargazing, but loves to see the stars in people's eyes when they speak about something they're passionate about. He doesn't mind if his body is submerged in water, but he will not submerge his head. I think that's enough droning on. Even though there's more, I feel like this post is long and intimidating enough to read. Intimidating in the sense of just how much there is. Anyway, please tell me about your Sonic ocs if you have them! I LOVE to learn about other's ocs and how many cool concepts there are!

[kylieswift31]

Pop is personal

Elle US magazine April 2019

"I think these days, people are reaching out for connection and comfort in the music they listen to. We like being confided in and hearing someone say, ‘this is what I went through” as proof to us that we can get through our own struggles."

A couple of days into hinting at the colourful aesthetic for the lover era Taylor was featured on the cover of Elle UK for the music issue of the magazine. She donned a vividly yellow accordion style dress that is both reminiscent of the yellow dress she wore on the back cover of the OG speak now album and the original yellow eras tour surprise song dress. The feature on Taylor in this issue was less of a typical interview and more of an article that Taylor wrote entirely by herself.

"My favourite kinds of books to read are the ones that do more than just tell you a story. They do more than just set the scene or paint the picture."

The article begins with Taylor describing her love for books that evoke a sense of imagery that feels tangible and immersive, providing a moment of escapism from the turmoils of every day life. "It's something F. Scott Fitzgerald did so well, to describe a scene so gorgeously interwoven with rich emotional revelations, that you yourself have escaped from your own life for a moment." It feels incredibly intentional that Taylor chose to lead with mentioning F. Scott Fitzgerald in this article considering he is responsible for writing classics such as 'the great Gatsby' and 'the curious case of Benjamin Button'. On the surface this certainly seems to be a an Easter egg for her new kitten Benjamin Button (from the Me! music video) that we were yet to see, but on a deeper level there's also the theme of time woven throughout Taylor's discography too.

Taylor goes on to compare this form of storytelling with song writing that has the ability to "transport you back to a long forgotten memory" and that it's "the closest sensation we have to traveling in time." The first examples she included were hinting at the upcoming featured artists that were going to be on the lover album. 'Cowboy take me away' by the Chicks reminded her of "being twelve years old, sitting in a little wood panelled room" in her family home in Pennsylvania with her guitar when she was "learning to play the chords and sing the words at the same time". In contrast 'I write sins not tragedies' by panic at the disco reminded her of being sixteen years old and "driving down the streets of Hendersonville, Tennessee, with my best friend Abigail, euphorically screaming the lyrics."

'How to save a life' by the Fray, 'breathe (2am)' by Anna Nalick and 'the story' by Brandi Carlile were also mentioned because they reminded Taylor of being seventeen and on tour for months on end. What these three songs have in common is that they were all featured on Grey's Anatomy. "My commitment to that show truly knows no bounds" - hence why Taylor named her second cat after the show's main character: Meredith Grey. The article began to divert away from specific examples as Taylor described how 'You learn' by Alanis Morissette, 'put your records on' by Corinne Bailey Rae and 'why' by Annie Lennox "have actually healed my heart after bad breakups or let downs".

"I love writing songs because I love preserving memories, like putting a picture frame around a feeling you once had. I like to use nostalgia as inspiration when I’m writing songs for the same reason I like to take photographs. I like to be able to remember the extremely good and extremely bad times."

This is such a similar description to how Matty Healy described the meaning behind the rectangle tattoo he has on his arm. It matches the 1975 logo that was coincidentally inspired by the sleek yet classic design of the Chanel no.5 perfume bottle. "We loved the idea of just having a frame to frame our identity, to frame a situation, to frame..." This sentiment is also echoed throughout the images that accompany the article, many featuring multiple photos of Taylor layered together to create a frame around herself.

"I thrive on the challenge of sprinkling personal mementos and shreds of reality into a genre of music that is universally known for being, well, universal."

Taylor goes on to discuss writing pop music in more detail. "You’d think that as pop writers, we’re supposed to be writing songs that everyone can sing along to, so you’d assume they would have to be pretty lyrically generic... AND YET the ones I think cut through the most are actually the most detailed, and I don’t mean in a Shakespearean sonnet type of way." This was the only time Taylor cited her own song 'love story' as proof that she loves Shakespeare "as much as the next girl". Looking back at the early iterations of Taylor's debut album in contrast to the self titled album we know today it's evident that Taylor made small changes to include specific references to real people in her life in an effort to make her lyrics sound less generic.

The last songs Taylor referenced were three songs that had gained global popularity whilst including "extremely personal details". 'In my feelings' by Drake, 'closer' by the Chainsmokers featuring Halsey and 'Havana' by Camilla Cabello featuring Young Thug. The first was a subtle hint to the fab five from queer eye who featured in Drake's music video and then went on to feature in Taylor's 'you need to calm down' music video. The other two songs were teasing Halsey and Camilla's guest appearance in Taylor's performance when she was named artist of the decade at the American Music Awards.

"We actually do NOT want our pop music to be generic. I think a lot of music lovers want some biographical glimpse into the world of our narrator, a hole in the emotional walls people put up around themselves to survive."

Taylor's ability to make pop music feel incredibly personal has definitely contributed to her success as an artist. Being able to find references to her muses with each new album leaves us feeling like we're part of Taylor's inner circle, but staying at that surface level of lyrical analysis has the potential to become voyeuristic if we're not willing to go deeper and allow her music to become a personal part of our own lives in return.

"It’s this alliance between a song and our memories of the times it helped us heal, or made us cry, dance, or escape that truly stands the test of time. Just like a great book."

This post originally started as a documentation of the music listed in this article to see if there was something connecting them all together, but it quickly became apparent that this was yet another example of how extensive Taylor's knowledge is of how her music is perceived by her fans. She's infused her own personal experiences into her lyrics, created characters and dynamics within her story that we feel invested in (akin to an actual book), expanded the musical experience so much further beyond just the music itself and at the same time has provided the soundtrack for our own lives in a way that makes pop music personal for ourselves too.

Kylie x

[callmeleonardo]

Odachi Tutorial

heres kind of an explanation on how I made Leo's odachi +kind of a tutorial so you can look like this

Shit you'll need:

Lots of cardboard

Scissors or box cutter (be safe 😤😤😤)

Paint

Lots and lots of hot glue

Hot glue gun (obviously)

Masking tape (if you do the same thing I did)

Further instructions below ⬇⬇⬇

Okay so step one- figuring out big this thing is gonna be

A quick Google search will tell you that a typical odachi is 3-4 feet long, even reaching 5 feet in extreme cases

I wanted to make mine five feet, but that would make it literally the size of me (im 5'1") so I opted for slightly shorter

Heres a size ref for mine:

(The staff is 5 feet exactly)

So first things first, you'll need to cut your pieces out. I made the blade roughly 3.5 feet in length, and the handle is 7 inches. You can adjust however you'd like, but I made it so both my hands can fit comfortably on the handle. For the blade and handle I used regular cardboard (abt 1/8 inch thick) and for the hilt I used 1/4 inch thick cardboard, which was so hard to cut through oh my god- box cutter is highly recommended if you choose to use thicker cardboard there.

You will need to cut out two blades (ik, exhausting-) to glue together, because just one will bend and flop, so having two glued together helps reinforce it.

To make the handle, cut out a rectangle of cardboard; mine was 5x7 inches, but do whatever feels right. Basically just crease and roll up the cardboard until you have a solid log of cardboard.

Paper example here:

Glue your handle nice and tight, and set it to the side.

Okay- so for my swords, I decided to wrap the handle and hilt with blue masking tape for a couple of reasons. Number one, I didn't want to paint it, and number two, taping it would give me the wrapped look Leo has on his swords. You don't have to tape it, but it ended up saving me later on with keeping the pieces together, so I recommend it.

So if you do decide to tape it, here's how you can avoid my mistakes and jump right to the solution.

Right now you should have: a taped handle and hilt, and two blades, glued together.

The issue I faced was that hot glue alone wasn't enough to secure the pieces together because the blade was to heavy. So I used a method I call the octopus method. its kind of hard to explain, so here's a helpful little example.

Wrap a piece of tape around the top of the handle (the side that will be attached to the hilt) but make sure you only stick half the tape on. (If this makes sense-) So a bit of tape should be not attatched to the handle.

Make little cuts all the way around

Fold the little fringes(?) Downwards so it looks kind of like an octopus (hence the name)

Then stick your handle onto your hilt, press the tape down nice and smooth, and glue the ever living hell out of it

You can vaguely see it here

And when I say a LOT of hot glue, I mean a LOT of hot glue. If you feel like you're doing too much, youre probably not.

I used the octopus method to attach the blade to the hilt as well, and it worked very nicely.

You can go ahead and let that dry (it'll take a whileeee since you need to use a ton of glue to keep it secure; so make sure you keep it propped upright in a way it'll dry correctly.

Also don't forget to paint the blade-

I had the idea after I finished, but if someone Iowans to try and let me know how it goes, its be awesome, but I had the idea to take a wire hanger or something of the like, straighten it out, and kind of insert into into the middle of the sword (going from the handle to the blade) to help with stability.

I thinkkkkk that's about it?

If you have any questions, my ask box is always open! And if you use my tut to make a sword, feel free to show me! Id love to see ^ ^

Twin katana tutorial here

@did-i-mention-the-shirt

[sikudastoner]

Stature & change for the OC of your choice

Wanted to do my other ocs with this one but Rilian’s character fits the questions best because… idk I think about this shit too much.

TW: postpartum depression, physical torture, attempted sa, gender dysphoria

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

Rilian has a rectangle body type, very athletic and slim. They inherited Daemon’s tall genes, 5’9. When they get pregnant/give birth, their boobs grow and they become uncomfortable and wear baggy clothes for a year or so also due to postpartum depression. Otherwise, I don’t think they choose their clothes based on accentuating their figure. They choose based on practicality. Can I climb a tree in this frock? Can I hide a dagger in these boots? Is there enough fur on my coat to withstand winter? Stuff like that.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

I think Rilian’s journey - reflected through animals, friends, style and whatnot - is becoming open to change and different perspectives.

Clothing wise - Rilian loved dressing up boyish or poor-core in their youth. They never wore red due to their hatred for their father- until the Dance of the Dragons (hence the half brown, half red outfit.) They even copy Rhaenyra and Baela’s style a little during the war.

When Rilian becomes regent in Kings Landing, they explore their femininity and how to balance it with their masculinity. Less hobo outfits. More Star Wars-eqse robes/gowns. Court appropriate.

Hair lore/moodboard here

After almost being sexually assaulted by a fisherman, they cut their hair short. For most of their life, they had their hair short due to wanting to be “one of the boys” and having no one to take care of their long hair. Having their hair snatched from their scalp made them reluctant to ever cut it again, so they grow it out and keep it long.

[kirblovestopoyo]

Part 1 of possibly quite a few of these, but I plan on making a human design (aka just headshots) of all the regional managers!

The order for this one (left to right) is: Benjamin, Brian, Misty, Buck, Flint, and Holly!

Explanations for their specific design choices under the cut!

Starting with Ben, I wanted to keep his bell silhouette without doing anything too weird to him? So I just made his hair more bell shaped (thanks to my friend for the different hair choice)! The little hair thing on the top of his head is supposed to be his little bell hook, and the freckles on his face are supposed to represent the square lines on his face!

I had a bit of trouble with Brian at first since I didn't know what to do for his brain part, but I finally chose what hair would fit best for that shape: space buns! The massive glasses are supposed to represent the little goggle(?) things he has on his face. and the freckles and earring(s) are supposed to be the little dots on his face! The x on his nose is also a scar to be like the one he has on his original model.

Misty was probably the easiest to do since she already looks mostly human. I didn't change much about her, except give her freckles and a nose piercing to be like the dots she has on her nose on her model.

Buck was probably the most fun! His glasses are supposed to be those dollar sign ones (or like the horribly designed new years ones, you know the ones), since I was NOT drawing him with long rectangle glasses. The little part above his lip / below his nose is a cleft lip, but I didn't draw it very well unfortunately; it was supposed to look a little like his beak? Since it curves in a specific way. His nose is also supposed to be beak-like too

Flint I also had a lot of trouble with, since he doesn't really have a face? Just more of the mask than anything, so I just kept his goggles! His hair is supposed to be all wavy like fire, so i just kinda went nuts drawing it. He also has burn scars on the side of his face, hence the revealed teeth. I didn't have much to work with on this one, so I just kinda did whatever.

I think Holly is the best looking out of all of these tbh,, Her nose is supposed to be like her knight helmet (as in the way it looks like a beak / super pointy), the freckles on her nose are like her helmet holes. Her hair is like the cable things that she has on the back of her helmet, and her widows-peak is like the design on the top / front of the helmet. I also wanted to give her scars on her face cause that seems very fitting for her imo.

[jeahreading]

ALSO also, have you SEEN clothing for plus-sized women who also have an hourglass shape??

I, being a part of this minority group greatly struggles with finding ANY well fitted clothes.

today I wanted to dress up and look pretty and all so I wore a gherdar long skirt and i was searching for a top to go with it.

first top- all over too loose and looks like it's a fucking rectangle, just unflattering(it's also from FabIndia, so HEY FABINDIA YOU FUCKER) second top- Too tight over the bust and hips but perfect around my waist, even accentuating it third top- was cropped shit, but even THEN, tight around the boobs(it was a button up so even worse). fourth top- Fits me like a glove a size too small, it's a thin fabric and the cut is so fucking weird, like it hugs a little too tight around my chest, stretches over my stomach because the splits on the sides aren't at the correct height, hence making me looks even fatter, I had to tear the sides a little more to even make it look decent.

FINALLY, the top I'm wearing rn? It's pretty good around my body except it's loose at my waist.

ANd you might think, "Why's she so worried that the top's not hugging her waist correctly, if it fits her she should be fine" yk what the problem is? I'm fat, that's the problem, if I wear loose clothing it not only makes me look fatter, it takes away from the fact that i can just wear the right clothing and have my waist be accentuated rather than my stomach. Plus I have a god-gifted hourglass shape, yes even though I am fat, even THEN, my hips and boobs are bigger than my waist. So when I wear loose clothes I looks weird and awkward. Paired with the fact that EVERY FUCKING TOP I OWN , EVER TOP, IT'S EITHER LOOSE AS FUCK OR TIGHT AROUND MY BUST AND HIPS/ARMS, If I wear tighter clothing I'm "prude" so I have to wear loose clothing and all the clothes I have are WAYY larger than my size because apparently it "looked the right size" or I "Might get fatter" and they were "just being safe". Yes, of course, "safe" because, buying someone 6xl while they're a 2xl-3xl, just to be "safe" is a perfectly valid excuse. Just because I'm fat DOES NOT mean that you'll buy the biggest size available just to be FUCKING SAFE.

I WANT to look flattering and but somehow that's a little too much to ask for in this fucking world.