#i'm having sooo many issues with these sets today ;_;

[ayesarun]

kim’s guide to great detective work 🕵️

[sagau-my-beloved]

Unknown Feelings

This takes place in a sort of courting phase where the creator doesn't have any established romantic-like relationships

Warnings: general sagau, implied self-esteem issues kinda, fluff and flirting, honestly this is pretty tame

Paring: Venti/reader

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It felt as if Mondstadt never changed, not really at least. Perhaps that was one of the disadvantages of building a city on an island, a finite space unable to really be expanded. As set as the stone that made its foundation.

And perhaps it was that unchangeable sense of consistency that got to you when everything else seemed so uncertain. It was always calm there, quiet, safe. Even back when this was all nothing more than a game that rang true, a place which purpose was simply to breathe, to provide rest and rejuvenation.

Maybe it was specifically for those reasons that you didn't find yourself spending a lot of time in the quiet nation, though that wasn't necessarily of your own choice. It was simply hard to justify, lounging in a city that didn't truly need your help or guidance.

Of course they wanted you there, the people, the monsters, the trees and flowers, and their Archon above all else. But when faced with Liyue's treasure hoarder infestation, Inazuma and its many threats, small peaceful Mondstadt was simply overlooked.

That didn't stop you from missing it though, from quietly longing for the day you'd get to return, if only for a short time. And that was exactly why you found yourselves at none other than the stone bridge, mere steps from the neglected land of the Anemo Archon.

You only meant to look, to simply gaze for a moment at the other side and then be on your merry way, onto where your presence was truly needed. That was until...

"Your grace!"

Oh no.

You spared a hesitant glance to your left, met with none other than the very Archon you missed seeing.

"How lucky I must be,” Venti continued, throwing you a playful smile, “to catch you alone like this."

The bard quickly and happily wrapped his arms around your arm, hugging it close. "You are alone, right? Morax isn't, uh… hiding somewhere back there... right?" The nervous laughter was hard to miss as he spared a few quick glances behind you, keeping a careful eye out for flying land-formations.

"Don't worry, you’re safe. Though that might not stay true if I don't get to where he's expecting me." You teased as the Archon pouted.

"Aww, so you didn't come for me after all? How cruel, and I was so excited to spend the day with you."

Venti had known from simply observing you that Mondstadt wasn't the final destination you had in mind, but what was he if not convincing?

"Hmm, why don't you come with me anyways your grace? I'd love nothing more than to entertain you on this beautiful day~"

You could get out of this, it wouldn't even be particularly difficult, but... did you really want to? Your thoughts drifted momentarily to how the rest of your day would unfold if you declined his gracious offer, sitting at a desk for hours on end, paperwork, distraught followers because you happened to sigh at the wrong time...

Your mind was made up before you spoke, and Venti's grin only widened.

"I... I suppose I could. But only today, and I need to be back before dark, and I'm not protecting you from whatever consequences 'Morax' deems worthy to bestow when he finds out."

His hold on your arm tightened as he pulled you along giddily, over the unmarked threshold that held so much weight.

"Completely worth it, I've missed you far too much to let an opportunity like this slip away."

It didn't seem like he would be letting go any time soon, dragging you ever onwards.

"Where to go where to go..." Venti mused, thinking it over rather intensely. "We could go to the Angels Share! I could even perform for you, it's been sooo long after all."

You laughed slightly, "Oh? And here I thought you'd wanted to horde all my attention for yourself. You know what'll happen if we go there."

You had a point. You being sighted anywhere in Mondstadt city would be cause for quite the commotion, he ponder this for a moment.

"I suppose you're right... Then maybe a private show hmm?" His tone started teasing, but dipped into something more genuine. "The audiences will come and go after all, but you'll be here to listen to my music forever, if you so choose. It’s the very least I can do."

You couldn't quite confirm or deny that statement, the topic of your mortality still being rather unknown territory, but you decided not to speak on it.

"How about we just go to Windrise, I don’t particularly feel like hiking up any cliffs today."

Venti giggled softly, "Well I could always just carry you, your grace. Wouldn't that be fun?"

It was your turn to laugh, "Good to know your sense of humor hasn't changed."

"Hey, I was serious." He whined, clinging ever tighter. "I'd do it in a heartbeat you know, I swear this on my honor as a bard, promise~ I am stronger than I look."

You could only playfully roll your eyes, marching onward to Windrise with him following pace.

It didn't take long for you both to be sitting together under the large tree, crystalflies curiously observing and him contently resting his head on your shoulder, listening to the wind.

The silence was pleasant, a nice break from the excessive amount of talking you had to bear the past few weeks. The never-ending stream of questions and pleas.

"I'm going to Inazuma soon." You finally spoke, causing Venti to glance up, his eyes shining softly from the light of the sun’s gentle rays.

"Hm, what for this time?" He asked lazily, happy to keep resting on you, trying hard to sound as if your statement wasn’t a big deal.

"'A concerning increase in elemental slime activity', as if that's anything more than another blatant excuse..." You mumbled the last part, a certain form of tiredness clinging to your words, one he picked up on immediately.

"'An increase in elemental slime activity'? Really, a second time?" Venti laughed lightly, “Just as bad at concealing her intentions as ever it seems.”

"Meanwhile I'd love nothing more than an excuse to come here and visit you more often."

It was stated with a light joking tone, but Venti took it deathly serious.

"I...” He was almost at a loss for words, “I can't begin to describe how much I enjoy hearing you say that." The genuineness dripping from his voice gave way to a more playful note as quick as it had appeared. "Don't be surprised if I call you over for the most trivial things then."

"Heaven knows the other Archon do it more than enough." You laughed lightly, before a more serious expression took over. "I can't say I mind all that much though, trivial things are easy to solve. Makes me feel more useful than I probably actually am."

It wasn't quite meant in a self-deprecating way, simply as a factual observation. There weren't a whole lot of world-threatening events happening, and it wasn't as if you even really knew you had the ability to stop them. You didn't realize quite how it came off until you saw Venti with a look of abject horror.

"Your grace, my lovely divine creator, please don't speak like that. All of Teyvat adores you, no matter what you do or don't want to handle. You've done so far beyond enough already."

You gave him a small smile, "'Adore' huh? I guess that's one way to put it. But I just..." You paused a moment, thinking over the phrasing. "I think it's more they worship the concept of me over 'adore' who I actually am. If that makes sense..."

It was a frustrating thing to try putting into words, it almost felt selfish to even talk about. Complaining about the admiration and unconditional love so freely given.

"That might be true, but I know you personally." Venti sat up straighter, making intense eye contact and grabbing your hand with his own.

"I will only ever speak to you with sincerity. So, when I tell you that I adore you so dearly... I hope you believe me."

You were taken aback slightly by how genuine he was being, how loving he was in the face of your doubt.

"And, believe me, I do. I simply adore you, your grace. I could never stop adoring you."

Your body felt warm, unintentionally flushing, breaking eye contact to look anywhere but his intense gaze. It only strengthened his resolve.

"I am more than happy to sing my praises of you." The bard practically chirped, laying back at your side and wrapping his arms around you, yet again, in a hold that could be considered more secure.

You scoffed slightly, still a bit flushed. "Surely you exaggerate, I really haven't done anything praise-worth since my 'descension'."

"Exaggerate?! Don't make light of my affection for you." He scolded, holding you tighter, sounding almost offended. "I don't need to have any accolades to speak well of you. Just to say that you exist should be praise enough, should it not?"

It was true that he envied every other that stole your attention, how he went out of his way to meet you in other nations when obviously not wanting or welcome by their respective Archons.

"I could spend all my days speaking of your grace, your brilliance, every truly divine piece of you... I couldn't express my love for you fully in a dozen lifetimes."

He paused a moment, soaking in your expression, as if it alone could sustain him, his voice taking on a sweeter tone.

"But I'll try to do so in this one."

You struggled to come up with a decent retort, stunned into some form of silence before finding your footing again. "Poetic as always I see." He really never ceased to amaze you.

"I've been lucky enough to find someone that allows me to put my words to good use. They'd simply be wasted on anyone else."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little at how sickeningly sweet he was acting. Surely he was only acting like this to cheer you up, to make you feel a little less like a mere decoration… right? His grin gave nothing away.

You both sat there for a while, him telling occasional jokes, often with flirty undertones, and playing you a few songs, per your request. It was such a stark contrast from how you had previously been living day-to-day that you didn’t notice how much time seemed to be passing until the sun was almost barely visible.

You eventually gave in to your unavoidable fate, giving him a small apologetic smile as you parted ways after he walked you back to the stone gate. All the while left wondering just how sincere his words really were, and, more importantly, when you'd be able to do this again.

[astral-dragons]

Soo... today's session actually went better than I'd expected.

After hearing the knocking on the door, Fenro immediately sprung into action, gathering as many people as he could and herding them into the cellar to hide out until Strahd was gone. He manages to get Marcus, Dimitry, Ireena, and Ismark into the cellar, but Izek and Victor are outside.

Even after Ismark and Dimitry fuck up their stealth checks, Strahd feigns ignorance to their presence, instead going upstairs to speak to the Abbot. He ends up killing the Abbot in front of Vasilka, the party being able to hear her screams all the way downstairs.

It's at that point that the party decides to make a run for it, but quickly realizes that Rahadin was left outside the cellar door and Ismark grabs Ireena, pulling her back into the safety of the cellar. Before anyone can ask why he's there, Strahd returns. He asks the party where 'Tatyana' is, and they are unsuccessful in trying to distract or deceive him. Fenro tells him where Ireena is, but warns, "she likes to punch." Strahd takes his chances.

A few minutes later, he returns from the cellar without Ireena, and informs the party that they've disappointment him, but perhaps they could still serve as "entertainment." He instructs Rahadin to take Sylviel's corpse, and when the party asks what he plans to do with them, he just smiles, telling them they have two hours to prepare and wishing them good luck before he leaves.

Ireena and Ismark emerge from the cellar, and her immediate concern is to find Izek and Victor. Apparently they managed to hide outside in the graveyard, avoiding Strahd and Rahadin. When Marcus and Fenro explain what happened, Izek gets up onto the walls of the Abbey to examine the horizon. There is an army of undead approaching, and they now understand what Strahd meant.

The group bands together to fend off the undead, fortifying the Abbey and setting up traps. They manage to fight them all off with few complications, and when it's over, they realize they still haven't seen the Abbot or Vasilka since earlier in the day. Going upstairs towards the operating room, the party can hear Vasilka's cries, drawing their weapons as they approach.

They find her hunched over the Abbot's corpse, wailing. Seeing their weapons drawn, Vasilka begs for mercy, offering to get "the sword the Abbot hid from Strahd" for them if they'll let her live. The party's curiosity gets the better of them, and they agree, though they had no intention to kill Vasilka anyway.

She brings them the hilt of the Sunsword, though the party doesn't know what that is yet. Marcus takes it, and quickly realizes the sword is more than meets the eye, perhaps even sentient. He names it Susan. (We have an ongoing joke since the first campagin I ran where Marcus' player names all of his weapons. We've had Linda, Felisha, Karen, and now Susan.)

Meanwhile, Fenro hears a very familiar voice from behind him say, "Well, that went better than I'd expected." He looks to the others, but none of them seem to be able to hear it. He slowly turns around and sees his late adoptive father, Riardon. Guess there were consequences for taking those new eyes after all?

AND NOW WE GET TO START NEXT SESSION WITH WHAT SYLVIEL'S BEEN UP TO WITH STRAHD HAHAHA. I've been talking to their player, and we've decided that it would be fun to bring them back as a vampire. I asked them to not come to this session cause I wanted their knowledge of what happened while Sylviel was dead to be the same as Sylviel's. So I'm very excited to get to just straight up lie to them as Strahd :)

Also worth adding, Marcus' player got his first nat 20 of the whole campaign. Yes, you read that correctly: of the WHOLE campaign. His dice are really shit.

Bonus out of context quotes:

"Just gaslight Strahd Von Zarovich"

"Seduction is always an option..."

"Well my mom's dead too, sooo... trauma bonding?"

"Daddy issues intensified"

[snknmda]

Can you write a Suegiku fic about Jouno taking forever to get ready for his first mission as a hunting dog (bc he’s struggling to get dressed on his own cause of his eyesight and his old organization members aren’t there to help him like they used to) and Tecchou offers to help. Also- your fics are sooo good, ur super talented!!! <33

asjasjsj thank you so much!! im happy u enjoy my works ;w;

also this idea was so much fun to write thank u for submitting! c:

wc: 2k

general tags: tecchou having a gay crisis with implied nsfw at the end

Jouno hates polyester, he's decided.

It's coarse, it makes him itch, and it's hot. He doesn't understand why the military is set on making its soldiers suffocate to death with the hell that is their issued uniforms; and why are there so many buttons?

His previous vocation didn't require him to abide by a certain dress code, he could wear whatever he wanted without the amount of hassle he's facing right now.

His lithe fingers fidget with the stiff lapels of his shirt, fingertips tracing over the slits he's supposed to slip the buttons through for the umpteenth time, yet every time he tries, he always misses the mark and gets closer and closer to ripping the shirt.

Didn't they have velcro or something?

This is a pointless endeavour, but it isn't like he has the authority or convenience to just have someone button his shirt up for him anymore (he supposes he does miss the perks that came with being an esteemed criminal), alas, he has to do it himself.

Putting his boots, pants and belt on was no issue, but for some god forsaken reason, his shirt decided to test the fragile lines of his patience today and boy was he feeling it.

He was so busy trying to get the buttons to fit in their accurate slits that he forgot he had someone waiting for him just outside.

Tecchou is a patient man. He doesn't mind waiting for his ill-tempered partner for an extra five or ten minutes—

Except, it's been twenty, and Tecchou is beginning to wonder if the man is ever going to come out or not.

He throws his head back against the concrete wall with a dull thud, turning his head to peek at the door through his lashes behind which Jouno is doing god knows what.

For someone who reprimands even their commander for being tardy, he sure is taking his sweet time. Hell, Tecchou thinks he might as well take a nap right here with how his heavy eyelids threaten to slip shut from his lack of sleep.

He decides that he is going to wait another five minutes, and if Jouno doesn't show any signs of emerging by that time, then he will intervene.

Five minutes pass.

With a sigh, Tecchou pushes himself off the wall and lets his arms fall to his sides from where they were loosely crossed over his chest. With his height, it takes him three steps to reach Jouno's door.

He knocks twice with the crook of his index and middle finger, placing the other hand on his hip where his sword is attached. "Jouno?"

He hears shuffling and muffled speech on the other side like his intervention surprised the person on the other side.

"What?" Jouno answers in a bark.

"We're getting late."

"..." He gets no response and his eyebrows furrow. He assumes Jouno didn't hear him and goes to repeat his reminder.

"I said we're getting—"

"I heard you." Jouno interjects matter-of-factly, of course he did.

Tecchou blinks and scratches the back of his head in confusion, wondering if he has done something to warrant Jouno's attitude first thing today. He decides he hasn't and shifts his weight, hearing a hiss on the other side.

"Are you okay?" Tecchou isn't sure if that's the right question to ask, but it's all he can say when he doesn't know what the man's been doing in there for the past half an hour.

"I'm fine, it's just…" Jouno trails off, voice quietening at the end in hesitation. Tecchou waits in silence for him to continue, "can you come in here for a second?"

This surprises Tecchou, for he pulls his head back and looks left and right to see if there's anyone near him who he may have missed that Jouno may be referring to because Jouno asking Tecchou for his help? As rare as a blue moon.

"Are you sure?" Tecchou asks just in case he's hearing things, making Jouno tut in annoyance from the other side.

"Don't make me ask you twice."

Well then.

Tecchou grabs the handle and slowly pushes the door open, craning his neck to get a look at what exactly Jouno needs help with, and well…

He catches the sight of his side profile from where he's standing next to the coffee table that has his gloves, belt, cape and military issue sword on it placed neatly next to each other. His hair falls gracefully over his face in silky white wisps, veiling the embarrassed frown on his face as he finally drops his hands in defeat upon the arrival of help.

Tecchou steps inside and shuts the door behind him with a soft click, gaze flickering down to Jouno's tense figure and comes to see the problem at hand.

Jouno can't seem to button down his shirt.

Jouno expected Tecchou to laugh at first, but he doubted his own assumption later. Tecchou has never expressed amusement past airy huffs in half-assed chuckles and smug lopsided smirks. Even so, the presumed potential minimalistic reaction would surmount Jouno's back pedalling so he's an annoyed, anxious mess all over again.

Tecchou offers no reaction unless Jouno's sharp ears are mistaken.

There's no notable change in the way his heart beats its usual monotonous rhythm, except for the skip in it when he walked in. After that it's just been normal, and it helps Jouno relax to a certain degree.

"Do you need help with something?" Tecchou's sonorous voice pleasantly fills the plain walls of Jouno's on-base suite.

"I'm beginning to think that the tailor forgot to add the holes for the buttons," is all Jouno bothers explaining. He doesn't feel like talking especially if his face is burning from both the heat and frustration of failing to button a simple shirt.

Tecchou steps forward till he's standing an arm's distance away from Jouno, turning his head to take a peek at his ordeal.

The fabric around the buttons is wrinkled, seemingly from Jouno's ceaseless attempts in trying to push them through the wrong slits. Still (and naturally so), Tecchou's impassive gaze shifts to Jouno's abdomen.

It's a pale expanse of smooth skin all the way from his chest till his navel with faded scars here and there. Tecchou sucks in a deep breath to steady the beating of his heart when he notices the happy trail going down his toned stomach till under the waistband of his pants.

There's no escaping the ogling even if he wants to stop, because it's creepy and feeling his skin heat up at the mere sight of Jouno's refined torso is wrong. Though, he can't help but compare; Jouno's not unfit by any means, but he also isn't as jacked as Tecchou— which isn't a bad thing! After all, he isn't a fitness enthusiast like Tecchou is and is rightfully built for what he deems best. And well, it looks good, great even. It gives him the grace he carries around that Tecchou can't physically muster.

"Tecchou-san." Tecchou snaps out of his daze and blinks rapidly, tearing his eyes off of his godly visage to meet his closed eyes in a deadly glare.

"Right, uh—" He swallows thickly and clears his throat in a measly cough, finally scanning the buttons that have been Jouno's sworn enemy all morning. "Well, for starters, you're buttoning it wrong."

"You don't say." Jouno retorts sarcastically under his breath, turning a little to give Tecchou access and the go.

With a deep exhale through his nose, Tecchou reaches up with steady hands and hooks his fingertips over Jouno's collar, gliding the pad of his thumb over the fabric to straighten the clasp and ignoring how his fingertips brush against the skin under his throat.

"Look up." He instructs simply, making Jouno tilt his chin up in silent compliance. At this angle, the pale light from his ceiling casts delicate shadows over Jouno's face, highlighting the sharp curves of his brow bones and cheeks. Tecchou refrains from staring at how his light lashes glow golden under the dim light and how prettily they sit over his blushing cheeks as he hooks the clasp in one quick motion.

Then his hands fiddle with the first button and align it with the slit. In Jouno's defense, the slits aren't cut all the way and Tecchou has to jab his thumb through them to pry them open as he proceeds down his front.

The hardest part of this task was not staring and getting caught for it, though he suspects Jouno knows already.

By the time the last button is binded, Tecchou grabs his belt off the table and hooks the leather through the hoops around his waist, circling his arms around Jouno to do that as he accommodates by lifting his arms.

Tecchou is trying his best to keep as much distance between them in fear of getting smacked across the face for being invasive, but it seems like Jouno doesn't mind so far for the lack of insults and degrading.

He then wordlessly reaches for the sword and hooks it around the hoop in his shirt at his hip, letting it dangle against his thigh as he then proceeds to reach for the cape.

Though socially challenged, Tecchou isn't awkward. At least, not according to himself.

Yet when he has to hook his arms around Jouno's neck to slide the cape over his broad shoulders, the lack of distance between their faces makes Tecchou's heart skip a nervous beat.

He looks even more beautiful up this close and ironically gentle. He doesn't look pissed, which is surprising, since he never misses the chance to let Tecchou know that the overbearing sounds of his very existence suffocate him. Right now, though, Jouno's smiling.

Tecchou barely contains his surprise at the expression and finishes hooking the chain from his shirt to the cape's collar.

"There." Tecchou says quietly, stepping back to take in his handiwork.

"I guess you aren't so useless after all." Jouno muses and Tecchou supposes it's as close to a thank you he'll ever get so he takes it.

He doesn't say anything in turn, offering a tight smile in response.

Jouno grabs the gloves off the counter and effortlessly slips them on, flexing his fingers so the material fits the crevices.

"So, to express my gratitude for your samaritanism, I'll let you in on a little secret." Jouno says with pure sarcasm dripping from his voice, sounding amused as his smile stretches into one that forebodes mischief.

"What secret?"

Jouno huffs a laugh, stepping closer to Tecchou to eliminate the distance the taller man was attempting to make.

"I only asked for your help with my shirt."

Tecchou's heart damn near jumps out his ass. Jouno never asked in the first place, but let's ignore that.

"You didn't stop me." Tecchou retorts, unmoving from his spot as he stares down at Jouno with barely any change in his expression, even if he feels his chest tighten at him overstepping.

"Hm, I didn't. I assumed you were enjoying yourself, so I let you have at it."

For once, Tecchou frowns.

"Pervert."

This makes Jouno's smirk falter. "I'm a pervert? You were clearly the one who—"

"You didn't stop me." Tecchou reiterates with light emphasis on the first word, smirking smugly at how Jouno's entire expression falls and morphs into disgust and annoyance at how the odds shifted in Tecchou's favour.

"Then I guess we're both equally as complicit." Jouno bites his tongue and doesn't give Tecchou the time to realise that he indirectly admits to willingly letting Tecchou dress him up, brushing past him and swinging the door to his suite open. "Now, please get out of my dorm."

Tecchou exhales sharply through his nostrils in a chuckle, not bothering adding to their conversation when he's clearly won (and because they're both already almost an hour late for their mission and Teruko-san will have their heads on a pike for the delay).

It may be a twisted or corrupted thought to have, but Tecchou secretly hopes that this happen again sometime,

And maybe next time he'll have a better chance to admire what lies beneath the damned polyester.

[arminbitchlover]

reincarnated lovers (2)

armin arlert x f! reader

summary: after a terrible first date with armin, sasha convices reader to go out to a party but only to have an unexpected turn of events

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: mentions of drug use, alcohol use, assault is insinuated but doesn't actually happen

"YOU LOOK SOOO GOOD," Sasha squeals as you show her your outfit, making your confidence boost significantly.

"YOU TOO, YOU'RE SO HOT FOR NO REASON!" You both keep showering each other with confidence, not caring if your neighbors could hear you shouting.

You don't understand why you're suddenly filled with anticipation to go to some frat house that would be filled with strangers and smell like alcohol and weed, but you not troubled enough to even question it. All you know is that this is your first party as a freshman, and you want to make the most out of it with your best friend.

"So, who's going that you know anyways?" You glance at Sasha through your mirror as you apply lip gloss.

"Too many to count honestly and not to alarm you or anything but Jean will be there too." Sasha reluctantly spoke as you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

You completely forgot that Jean was a part of Sasha's friend group and now you're going to see him for the very first time since your breakup.

"Y/n?" Sasha waves her hand in front of your face and snaps you out of your deep thoughts.

"Sorry, but thanks for telling me." You shake your head as you try to not lose your train of thought again.

You and Sasha finish up on your final touches and make your way to the party as you feel your stomach flipping and hands slightly shake. Every time you start to tell yourself that Jean was just a friend now, you get flashbacks of everything you did as a couple, but you're going to let some guy ruin your first night out in college.

It doesn't take long to arrive and fuck, it didn't take long for the feelings of regret, nervousness, and panic to sink in. When you first arrive, people were already drunk in the front yard as couples made out the staircase leading to the front door. Immediately when opening the door, the bass from the speakers maakes your whole body vibrate with the music and your eyes strain from all the lights that were being cast across the house.

The whole place is already trashed with cups, plates, and different articles of clothing are scattered across the floor. You've always heard about how wild college parties can be, but you didn't expect something as crazed as this.

You turn to Sasha and see her talking to you but could only read her lips that make out, "I'm... drink," and walk away to the kitchen.

Well, shit.

You awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, not recognizing a single person until you feel a hand clasp your shoulder and pull you to a corner.

"Heya, gorgeousss, name's Flochhh..." A drunk man with auburn hair presses you against the wall as he tries to make conversation with you.

"S-Sorry, but I have to go." You try to get away from him only to have your arm get pulled back to the wall.

"Fucking let me go!" You fight to yank your arm away but don't have enough strength to succeed.

"Buttt I wantss to get chu know you babyyy." He leans in, trying to get your faces closer together, but luckily you dodge him quick enough to get out of his grasp.

"Watchu doinn- runninnn from me." He grasps your hand, but right when you were about to get pinned back against the wall again, you hear a stern voice.

"Get your hands off of her." You and Floch turn and see Armin, but this time with slightly smudged eyeliner with a long black sleeve that's complemented with a necklace and silver rings on both of his hands.

"Huhhh-," Floch slurs, finally letting go of you and confronting Armin.

Armin takes a step back with his hands in his pockets, not wanting to cause any issues, and lightly asserts, "This is my lovely girlfriend, so I would appreciate it if you would just back off, that's all."

Armin walkes up to you and wraps his arm around your waist as Floch's face becomes filled with complete disgust.

"So if you'll excuse us, we'll be getting out of your way so you can get as shitfaced as you like." He smirks at Floch and pulls you away, his hand still clutching your waist.

As he takes you away, you immediately notice how his arm feels so natural around you, like it was meant to be there which causes your heartbeat to quicken.

You only see him as the boy you went on an awkward date with, why did he suddenly make you feel this way?

"Thank you for your help, Armin." You bring your hand to the one that was resting on your waist and squeeze it to show your gratitude.

"I was only doing the bare minimum, no need to thank me." He tenderly looks into your eyes with compassion, not aware that he never let go of your waist.

"Well, what were you doing here anyway, you didn't catch me as the party type." You playfully joke as he grabs your arm and enters a large crowd that's dancing to music.

He turns to face you and tilts his head towards your ear to answer, "I heard you were coming, and I wanted to talk to you."

He grabs you by the waist and starts moving to the beat of the song to follow along with everyone surrounding you.

You feel your face start to heat up, finding it so attractive the way he leaned in to talk to you. He's a completely different person from the guy you went out with. This time he seems so much more confident by the way he holds you, speaks to you, and his fashion did a complete 180.

"Well, what's up?" You gain enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and move your body with his.

You both move completely in sync forgetting for a second that you weren't the only two people in the room. You feel yourself start to get more butterflies as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly pulls you closer and closer. Before you know it, you have the biggest smile on your face as you have the time of your life with Armin.

This is what you've been missing out on, while you had been locked up in your dorm, exhausting yourself with no sign of ending. While Sasha's the one who made you come out of your comfort zone, Armin's the one who making you enjoy yourself the most and you love the idea of that. You love knowing that there's a person who could actually make you a better person and still make you feel comfortable while being alone with him.

"I don't really know how to explain this, but-"

"Y/N!!" Sasha pushes her way into the crowd and finds you and Armin with your bodies only centimeters apart, but seemingly didn't notice the tension between the two of you.

"Armin, I told you to find her and come to the game room!" She scolds Armin and pulls him away from you, making you feel a bit upset that you're not able to be alone with him a bit longer.

She takes you and Armin to another room that you assume were their friends because as soon as they enter, they're greeted with open arms. You immediately notice a small blonde girl and a tall brunette with freckles sitting together on a love seat and you have to admit that they make such a great couple. Sasha introduces you to everyone in the room and while it was pretty packed, it's easy to memorize who everyone is given that Sasha has mentioned them many times before.

Before you had the chance to settle in with everyone you see Connie get out of his seat and clear his throat very loudly to make an announcement.

"I think that it's only fair, since y/n is the newbie of the group, to play a 2v2 intense game of beer pong between me and Jean." Connie widely grins as everyone agrees and starts rioting.

"I heard my name." Jean abruptly enters, at first not noticing that you're in the same room.

"Well, I don't have a partner to play with so-" You feel a bit of shame while speaking but are quickly interrupted.

"I'll play with y/n," Armin speaks up and everyone gets louder, becoming enraptured as if this is the biggest game in history.

"Let's fucking go then." Jean locks eyes with you for a split second before talking to Connie.

You have to admit, while Jean looks like he's taking good care of himself, you don't feel the butterflies and tension that you thought you would. Maybe you're just overthinking everything because he's your first love, but you figure that maybe something would be left for him. You look back at Jean making sure you don't feel anything, but when you turn to face Armin. Butterflies. Even if it was just a tiny bit, something was there.

For him.

"You guys got this, I mean no offense to the other two, but they're either high, tipsy, or a bit of both." Eren walks up to you two as he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

"I've never played this before, so we'll see." You look down, afraid that Eren or Armin would judge you in some way.

"Neither has Armin, he always watches other people play, but I'm pretty surprised he volunteered himself. So, I'm guessing that your first date went pretty well today." Eren playfully nudges Armin as his face turns into a very light pink.

"Um, yeah it was pretty alright," You reply and smile at Armin, even though you both knew that your date was anything but 'alright'.

"Okay, it's set up, you guys can start whenever," Mikasa speaks with a complete monotone voice as she takes a seat back down next to Historia and Ymir.

You and Armin walk to your side of the table as Connie and Jean do the same, while everyone stands around the two teams ready to start their ear-piercing shouts. You start to feel a bit of pressure right before the game started, anxious that you'll make yourself look like a fool if you don't at least make a single cup.

"We'll give Armin the first shot." Connie cockily smirks and bounces the ping pong ball across the table.

Armin grabs the ball with his fingertips and starts calculating the way he would throw the ball. You have to admit, he looked absolutely adorable while concentrating on making it into the cup. You figure that maybe he thinks the same as you, not wanting to embarrass himself, but he looks so relaxed at the same time. After a few more seconds of critical thinking, he carefully throws the ball and makes it perfectly into the middle cup.

Expectedly, everyone starts screaming, jumping up and down, while some people grab Armin and shake him profusely as their excitement shoots through the roof. You can't help but feel thrilled for him as well, and right when his friends get their hands off of Armin, you wrap your arm around his neck and bring him in for a tight hug. You immediately pull away, unsure if he's uncomfortable being hugged by someone he barely knows, but when you take a step back you see his eyes light up with a small smile.

"Cut it out, love birds. It's my shot," Jean shoots Armin a snarky look and chugs the shot. He wasn't concentrating as much as Armin was, probably because he's played this game many times before, and to your surprise, he recklessly tosses the ball and makes a spiral dunk into the cup at the front of the formation.

"GOOD SHIT, JEAN!" Connie aggressively smacks Jean's back, causing him to jump forward and knock down two cups in the back row.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Connie?" Jean hits the back of Connie's head and they both drink whatever liquid was left in the cup and takes them out of the formation.

You look at the cup that has the ball in and right when you're about to take the shot, Armin swiftly takes it out of your grasp and drinks it as if it's water.

At this point, everyone was making fun of Connie's fuck up and cheering on Armin for chugging the shot like nothing while you're panicking in your thoughts, begging yourself not to make a foot out of yourself.

"Here." Armin hands you the ball and you feel your anxiety kick in as everyone's focus goes directly to you.

You feel your fingertips lightly quiver as you begin to aim the ball into the last cup in the back. Predictably, the ball hits the rim of the cup and doesn't make it in, but Armin still whispers to you a few words of encouragement as Marco picks up the ball from the floor and hands it to Connie. The game continues and luckily you and Armin win because of the two cups Jean knocked down, so while you and Armin are a bit tipsy, the others are completely plastered.

"This... nngh - bullshizz..." Connie clumsily walks over to you and hooks his arm around your neck, somewhat pulling you down while speaking to you.

"Alright, enough." Armin pulls Connie's arm away from you and takes you out of the room, before getting the chance to say bye to anyone.

"Armin-" He leads you to an empty room and doesn't hesitate to lock the door behind him.

"Please, let me talk, I've been waiting all night." Armin pulls you to the edge of the bed and slowly sits down as he tries to figure out how to come out with his news. You gently place your hand on top of his and give it a gentle squeeze, reassuring him.

While you did have a feeling about what he'a going to say, you don't want to jinx anything too good to be true. Even though when you first met Armin it wasn't the greatest first impression, spending time with him at the party made you realize that he's so much more than the awkward guy you went out with. You don't understand how your feelings for him switched up so fast in a matter of a day, but you don't care. At this point, Jean's completely out of the picture and something in you is telling yourself that there's something really special about Armin.

“So, um basically I just want to apologize for everything that happened earlier at the café. I-It’s just that you’re the first girl I’ve ever taken out and I didn’t want to fuck up, but I did absolutely everything wrong. It didn’t help how Sasha was talking so highly of you and god, when I saw your pictures, I thought you were the most perfect person I ever laid my eyes on. Then when I saw you, something in me just clicked that you were meant to be mine and I’m not one to believe in that love at first sight bullshit, so I didn’t know what to do. I just nervous and I didn't know what to do. I knew you were and still are way out of my league even though I felt like you were my person, but I didn't want to mess it up, so I tried to be distant to make it go away and I realized how fucking stupid that was. I'm so sorry for wasting your time and I was hoping we could have a second chance at a first date again to make it up to you." He has such a pained but relieved look on his face when he finishes talking, not looking at you, afraid that he may have done something that he would regret.

"I would actually love that, Armin." You exchange smiles and both stare at each other for a second in comfortable silence.

"Well, let's go then."He stands up and brings out his hand to yours.

"Wait what?" You give him a confused look as you place your hand in his and get up from the bed.

"Are you tired or something?" He furrows his eyebrows with a bit of a pouty face.

"No, not at all." You intertwine your fingers with his and make your way out of the frat house, forgetting say goodbye to anyone.

"So, where are you taking me so late at night?" You ask and turn to look at him to see a small smile plaster on his face.

"I was hoping I could take you back to my apartment to make us a proper meal after all that partying." You feel your heart pounding against your chest as he has the most genuine look in his eyes.

"Absolutely."

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[euijin]

hi carly !! for the gifmaker asks : 1, 4, 5, 8, 21 ! hope you're well today <3

omg hi kep 💗 i have a headache today but overall i've been doing pretty well, i hope you are too!

1. how did you get into graphics / gif making?

god...honestly, my memory is so bad, i have no clue? but i started back in like, 2012 shortly after i got into kpop. i remember the first gif i ever made was from the maxstep mv. actually it might've been a super junior ship edit 🤣 i don't remember and i'm not going to revisit that time in my life to check for sure. i ended up taking a break from tumblr for like 5 years, and then i came back with a laptop Built for photoshop and giffed with a vengeance last year! so here i am.

4. what do you enjoy about making graphics / gifs?

i think my favorite thing is reading everyone's tags on what i make, but i also do really enjoy the process. it's sooo satisfying for me to drag my psd onto a gif and be like "wow i don't even have to do anything that is lowkey so sexie" LMAO but i also really like the satisfaction that comes with salvaging something that looks Awful and making it look nice. and just toggling off the folder for my coloring and seeing what a huge difference and improvement my coloring is vs the original. i think those are the best parts for me.

5. what do you dislike most about making graphics / gifs?

the vapoursynth and sharpening process...it's so tedious. as much as i like fixing ugly lighting it's also super frustrating sometimes and overall i'd prefer if everything were easy to gif HAHA at least most of the time. not getting many notes on sets i really like is also a bummer but it happens.

8. your favourite graphic and or gif created by yourself

oh boy ok not to sound full of myself but i actually like a lot of stuff i've made, so this is a bit hard. i think it has to be the first skz zombie apocalypse au set that i made, though. i think this was actually the most fun i ever had making anything, and i also made this before i was properly into skz. it was kind of my gateway into them because i watched all of their videos for it, so i think it'll always have a special place in my heart.

21. how much time do you spend on a single graphic / gif?

god usually a lot. but it also depends on whether my usual psd works right away or not. these days it takes me less time than it used to because i kind of know the common issues with my usual psd and what i have to do to fix it, but sometimes i'll run into something it just Will Not Work on, and i'll fight with it for like 30 mins only to realize i have like 25 other psds that i could use instead LMAO and then i'll slap one of those on and it'll fix all the issues i had immediately. i'd say on average it might take me five minutes per gif?

tyyy for asking kep!!

[anakinthetrashking]

I am Spectacularly brainless today, but I finished reading Sunshield last night, and WOW. WOW. There's just so much to love??

I never got to do a review and recommendation post for the Creatures of Light trilogy that this duology is set ~20yrs after (because the past 6 months since I read them have been SOME MONTHS, my dudes), but definitely put them on your list to read. If you've ever expressed frustration in wanting female characters to be PEOPLE instead of 1-dimensional "love-interest" or girlboss" or "I Had 5 older bros", etc ,,, do yourself a favor and read these books.

It's so???? These women have goals and values and motivations and flaws that are so solely their OWN. And they take up SPACE!!! and when you read these books there's that resonant recognition, like, I know you, you're me, you're my sister, you're my best friend, I KNOW YOU. It's brilliant but also it was a little painful in my experience just because the POV/narrator of book 3 was such a detailed reflection of how I personally think and act that I was terrified to see my flaws plainly laid out in narrative form, and yet—and yet it was cathartic in the way that while the flaws were a part of it, they weren't the entirety. I saw strengths there, too.

Uh so yeah go get your hands on those books asap

But anwaysss Sunshield. SUNSHIELD. as soon as I finished the book I was like I NEED TO REREAD THIS IMMEDIATELY (I did not bc i had to sleep :c also my sis is reading it next sooo) after considering, i think I just need to start back at Woodwalker again. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oh noooo, too bad /s 😌

First thing about Sunshield is the disability representation. Holy crap. Visible and invisible, ongoing health issues, accidents, internalized ableism, ptsd and flashbacks, self-worth issues, self-worth tied to what you can do/provide so when that's gone what do you have??, not being able to do what you love and want to do and would be good at bc your own body WONT LET YOU. People treating you differently, pushing yourself past your limitations out of a need to "prove yourself ",,,And the disabilities aren't victimized or villainized,,, theyre all just people!!!

Its..It's a lot you guys. It's SO GOOD. But it's a LOT.

In more general book things, I mean obviously the characters are awesome! Well developed, as expected, and I am SO attached to them ahdkdhsm

Lark, Lark is EVERYTHIGN,,, and that rotating perspective was PERFECT. I loved when the plots started crossing the reader beings to be able to see these characters through another's eyes.

The writing itself is enjoyable to read, but the descriptive and symbolic imagery was especially amazing. There were so many details I loved, and the rotating perspective really played to its benefit, allowing each character to reveal different details before the whole picture comes together.

Loved how easy it was to imagine the scenes and to really fall into the story and follow the characters on their journey and feel that deep appreciation for nature even though you aren't experiencing things first hand

And then there's the use of Light, which is a VERY important concept within this world, and so i was already looking forward to seeing another country/region's aspects of light that they value, and how it shapes their culture and lifestyle! And the use of light narratively was soooooo genius. I was just over here like [VIBRATING IN EXCITEMENT] (╯✧∇✧)╯

And then there's the fact that the books make me want to ART!

Ah I feel like I'm missing so much that I want to say...

But yeah definitely check out the series!!! Highly recommend 👌 🥰😭

[starryevermore]

Omg I'm such a simp for the same men I stanned literally 10 years ago. So today started the newest season of The Masked Singer Germany and two seasons ago an actor/singer I used to be in love with (kidding I still have a crush on him) won it. They decided to make a podcast with him to comment on the show, so naturally I had to download an app just so I can listen to this man bc I'm still whipped okay like god he's still fucking hot 🤤😭😩. (I'm currently rewatching his old show he used to do, so it really doesn't help with my obsession)

And tomorrow (Wednesday) an episode of a celebrity baking show comes out with another guy I used to stan sooo hard (like really hard my first ever fandom I even have pics with him bc I got sound check tickets to his concert). So the whore I am, I set a timer for it just so I can watch it bc I'm still so far up his ass even tho I'm not in the fandom anymore and don't listen to his music but every time he's on tv I literally drop everything for him. At least this guy is only 4 years older than me so it's "reasonable" to stan him but guy number one could be my dad I'm concerned like when will I stop being in love with him??? 😂 (my daddy issues say hello lmao)

Anyway this is literally the most exciting thing that happens to me in a long long time and I wanted to talk about it bc I don't have anyone else lol (you can ignore this message)

If you think I’m gonna ignore this you’re mistaken 😠

But honestly I feel this so hard 😭😭 There’s so many people I’ve stopped following but whenever I see them again I’m like!! It’s them!! I love them!! Like, I think a year ago a guy that I used to be the biggest fan of had apparently gotten really into the beauty world and I was like!! Omg!! I remember when you were a dancer!! Holy shit!! (There’s also the fact that I’ve been simping for Brie Larson since I was like.. 6, so yeah 😙😙) So I definitely know how you feel 😌

[punkscowardschampions]

Grace & Janis

Little Twin Times

Grace: It's not too late to change your mind! Get dad to bring you xxx Grace: 👍💜💭 Janis: Nah, you're all good, I'm going out to play footie with lads from down the road after tea Janis: You having fun? Grace: 😮😈 WHICH LADS??! Grace: of course! it's the best! 🙌 Name a film and we've got it ready to watch Grace: her mum ordered from the posh bakery too Grace: They've got each of our names iced on so you've gotta come Janis: You know, they live in the farmhouse one along if you keep going down the lane, renovated all fancy, like but they're actually alright Janis: shit at football though 😉 Janis: s'alright, you eat mine Janis: think they use too much cream, s'not as good as Da's stuff Janis: got any horrors? Grace: EW JANIS THOSE BOYS ARE GROSS DON'T PLAY WITH THEM Grace: they always shout stuff at us they think they're so 💪😎 Grace: You always say that! You'd eat custard tarts every day and never try anything new ever! Grace: 🙄 Grace: OBVIOUSLY WE'RE NOT AMATEURS Grace: the cinema room has everything it's like being out at the poshest one you can imagine 😍 Janis: Only 'cos you act like such a drip whenever you see a boy Janis: If you shouted back instead of going all giggly and red maybe they'd not take the piss, ey? 🙄 Janis: I would if I was faced with all that pastry and cream...tastes like fusty old tissue paper 🤢 Janis: At least that'll be a laugh then Janis: Her house smells like an old lady's handbag though 😂 Grace: OMG I DO NOT! Grace: what would you know anyway you're too busy trying to BE like a gross boy to get a boyfriend Grace: such a 👽 weirdo for a sister, how and why Grace: AGAIN DUH! It is such a laugh and you're missing it Grace: for football 🙄 Grace: RUDE JAN-JAN IT DOES NOT Grace: you're just jealous of how cool her house is Janis: Yes you do, you all just nudge each other and laugh like a bunch of loonies Janis: LOL and what would you do with a boyfriend, gracie? you can't even talk to one nevermind anything else Janis: for you, maybe, i'm good where i am tah 👌 Janis: why would i be jealous of having a too large tv in a too small room and calling it a cinema Janis: they ain't even got that much money, we've probably got more, they're just snobby twats about it Janis: how cool, so cool, woooow Grace: DO NOT Grace: I can't believe you've already forgotten that Jake and two of his friends are all fighting over who gets to be my boyfriend rn so Grace: I'm gonna be a great girlfriend like in all the films excuse you Grace: ugh you're the snobby one thinking we're richer than everyone and talking about how much money everyone's got all the time Grace: what am I gonna do with you? 🙄 Janis: how buzzin you must be Janis: doesn't mean you'll know what to do Janis: s'the stuff that happens after the happily ever after you need to know, graciekins Janis: only cos she's a show-off when she's got no right to Janis: always bragging that one Janis: you just don't like it 'cos you're up her hole, like 😂 Grace: I will too! I've practiced kissing loads Grace: Just because you don't have a clue don't tell me I don't Grace: You're the showoff always trying to beat the boys ugh Grace: just brush your hair, put some gloss on and come over Grace: you'll see she is cool and you're just being salty as usual Janis: yeah, we've seen the gloss on the oranges, its manky Janis: at least eat them when you've frenched them Janis: there's no trying involved, i'm just better than all the boys 😏 Janis: no thanks, i've got plans, like i said Janis: if she's so cool why you ignoring her rn hmm Grace: YOU'RE MANKY I don't even use 🍊 thanks Grace: You think as much of yourself as the boys do it's cringey Grace: and im not even ignoring her she's setting the spa up Grace: nobody's allowed to see what's she's done until she's done it so you're wrong again there Janis: Well all the others have got fellas rn or experience under their belt so don't think they're still getting in 'practice' like its a shitty teen movie 😂 Busted Janis: soz, I'll develop an eating disorder and self-esteem issues asap Janis: oh wait, no, fuck that i'm great Janis: don't hate cos u ain't Janis: better get ur surprised face ready now, you're a shitty actress, like LiLo bad post-all the drugs Grace: It's likely you, J, you've gotten really embarrassing lately 😂 make sense why you don't wanna come out. gotta stay in with the fruit bowl Grace: Don't even joke Kirsty Dixon from number 22 had to go to the hospital loads in the summer it's so serious Grace: you're the hater on me and my friends, read the chat back if you don't believe Janis: Whatever you say, Graciepoo Janis: So? She's still a lame bitch Janis: or you gonna be her best friend now too? Janis: Last I remember, it was your pals calling her names Janis: but now she's in the hospital, you all wanna send her flowers Janis: just not chocolates, she'll be raging, like Grace: YOU'RE SO RUDE AND SOOO WRONG Grace: i know you're blinded by your jealousy but it's sad how much you have no idea what you're talking about Grace: cute but still cringey of course Janis: lol jealous of what? Grace: me having friends and you being the lone loser Janis: 😂 no Janis: firstly, your 'friends', you can keep 'em, there's a reason they were free to let you tag along and be their bitch Janis: secondly, i'm happy being alone, you're the one begging me to come hang, so nice one there 👍 Grace: I'M TRYING TO BE NICE Grace: won't next time, bitch Janis: please don't 😂 Grace: laugh it up all you want you were the one tagging along with us for ages Grace: you're not too good, you're too much of a freak now that's all Janis: yeah because wittle baby gracie doesn't want to do anything on her own Janis: don't cry about it now 😂 Grace: no i didnt want my sister to be an antisocial weirdo Grace: makes me look bad too Janis: Literally going out after tea, did you not hear? Janis: You wanna control WHO I'm friends with Janis: I've got friends, I don't want your hand-me-downs Grace: those creepy boys who want to look at you in your shorts aren't your friends saddo Janis: Your mind, Gracie 🙄 Honestly Janis: lads don't care about things like that, they wanna play footie Janis: and I have plenty of other people I hang with, not everyone wants to be in a sad lil gang Grace: now who's being a baby 😂 lads always think about stuff like that Grace: 🙄 you only think its a gang because you've made yourself unwanted Grace: whatever Jan-Jan i've got fun to have Grace: be boring Janis: They really don't, they think you're mental Janis: also a right slag 😂 Janis: sure you do 😏 laters! Grace: at least they think of me you're furniture Grace: I've got plenty of time and chances to change their mind but you're always gonna be blah Janis: lol yeah, so much chance, when i'm the one that gets to chat with them every day on the pitch and you just stand there staring and dribbling, not the ball, like 😂 Grace: 🙄 so jealous at least they know me and my friends are interested they all think you play for the other team Janis: so? I'm not the slag, I'm NOT interested Janis: how lame Grace: i'm no slag either Grace: you're just being too judgey and weird to know the difference Janis: whatever you say 👌 not me you've gotta convince otherwise, is it Grace: thank god for that 😂 Janis: eurgh don't be disgusting Janis: now who's the freak Grace: EWW THAT'S YOUR MIND I MEANT YOU'VE BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD BY THE BALL TOO MANY TIMES TO HAVE A CLUE ABOUT ANYTHING Grace: 👽 Grace: so gross Janis: no you didn't Janis: you're a shit liar Janis: why would you even say something like that Janis: you're messed up, grace Grace: WHY WOULD YOU WEIRDO Janis: I didn't Janis: you're always like this Janis: you're so fucking creepy Grace: I am not Grace: you're the gross creep Janis: get your own comebacks Janis: this is why i don't want to hang with you Janis: you're so boring Grace: get a life and stop being so disgusting all the time Grace: it's not cool its just gross Janis: I've got one Janis: and it isn't yours to ruin with your lameness Janis: ✌ Grace: I can't ruin what doesn't exist Grace: can't compete with how much of a loser you are anyway Janis: stop trying then Janis: weirdo 😂 Grace: 🙄 pathetic Janis: Oh, FYI, you forgot your jammies Janis: Rio's dropping them in so you better run unless you want her to come in and show you up for being a fake little bitch Grace: No I didn't we've all got matching here already Grace: I'm doing fine get over it Janis: That's literally the most hilarious thing I've ever heard Janis: Hope you're snapping pictures so we've all got something to laugh at Janis: 'Course you are, remember to let Jake know the # Janis: so sexy 😂 Grace: You're so obsessed it's embarrassing Grace: leave me alone Janis: I'll remember that when you're pestering me later Janis: Thanks for putting in writing Grace: Don't flatter yourself that I care Janis: So blatant Janis: N'awwwwh Grace: so annoying 🙄 Grace: go away Janis: go soak your manky feet Grace: go lose on the pitch you try hard bitch Janis: me? LOL ok Janis: trying so hard to be white and likable Janis: of which, you are neither Grace: Plenty of people like me as I am thanks Janis: oh, and who are you today? 😂 Janis: you haven't got a clue Janis: faker than your brands Grace: and you do? 😂 trying so hard to be a badass all of a sudden Grace: everyone's laughing at you Grace: not me Janis: By everyone you mean your sad little friends Janis: who no one but you gives a shit about Janis: be more mad 'cos I've ditched you FINALLY Janis: and I can actually enjoy myself Grace: go and do it then Grace: you'd have to stop talking rubbish at me first Janis: do you see me there rn? Janis: I already am Janis: laughing at you takes no time outta my day Grace: 😂 Grace: like i said, obsessed Grace: nothing better to do than be this lame Janis: like i said, bad actress Janis: i still, unfortunately, have to share a room with you, remember? i've heard you crying Janis: 😂 Grace: not everything is about you Grace: nothing is pretty much Janis: Why'd you go crying to mum about me then Janis: Now I've gotta be nicer to you Janis: What a drag Grace: you're a drag Grace: and a worse actress than you think i am Janis: I'm not pretending otherwise Janis: Its impossible to be nice to you, faking it or otherwise Grace: can't be harder than dealing with being around you Grace: too cringey for words Janis: Aww Jan-Jan please come Janis: PLEEEEEEEEEEASE ITS SO MUCH FUN Janis: now that's cringe Janis: 👍💜💭 Grace: not sorry for trying to get you to keep your invite Grace: you said you'd come and the girls were expecting you Grace: some of them wanted you to be there, because they feel sorry for you or whatever Janis: I don't recall that coming from my mouth Janis: more like YOU said I would Janis: boohoo Janis: the ONLY person who gives a shit is you Grace: blah Grace: bored of you thinking you know everything about me Grace: if you don't care then leave me alone like I already told you to do Janis: how could i not? EVERYONE knows you, right gracie? Janis: ur as transparent as a window and as shallow as a puddle Janis: doesn't take a genius babe 😂 Janis: i'm having fun, fuck off yourself if you can't deal Grace: 😂😂😂 Grace: your definition of fun is so sad Grace: I'm off to have some for real Grace: bye Janis: enjoy your spa and matching jimmies Janis: you wild one 😂