#these are just my raw feelings on the matter

[bibuddie]

i'll build a house out of the mess (i'll give you the best years)

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“I— I mean yeah! Definitely!” Buck’s quick to reassure him, nodding as he crouches down to decant some paint into the tray. “Although, babe, I don’t know why you keep checking in with me! I— I mean I’m completely flattered, don’t get me wrong, but it’s your house, Tommy. Ultimately, the only opinion that matters on any of this stuff is yours.” A silence settles over them as Buck continues setting up the paint in the tray, and Tommy opens his mouth and closes it a couple of times, trying to figure out a way to say what he wants to without sounding like he’s lost the entire fucking plot. “It’s not.” “It’s not what, babe?” Evan says, not even looking up. Tommy’s almost glad, is the thing. He feels a little frayed raw, somehow. A little more exposed than he planned to be. “It’s…it’s not just my house, Evan.” He begins, wetting his lips, his hand flexing around the paint roller. “It’s…it’s also going to be yours, one day.” (Tommy buys a house. Both him and Buck have some feelings about it.)

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[devilevlls]

Oo! Oo! Drabble requests? Hhhh you already have a Barbatos request, but I'd love "Why won't you let me help you?" with him. If you're not feeling more Barb, though, maybe "Why are you wearing my skirt?" with Levi? No worries if neither of those work for you, and thank you for considering!

Heey!! Thank you for the request.💜 I hope you enjoy the quick drabble!

Remember guys, clothes doesn't define your gender/sexuality. Be free to be who you are. 💗

Why are you wearing my skirt? ♡︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

📌 TW: Mentions of crossdressing.

It had been an incredibly stressful day. Lord Diavolo had tasked MC with assisting in the paperwork for the exchange program, keeping them at RAD until late. Hurriedly, they made their way to the House of Lamentation, desperately hoping to find solace in a warm bath. But as luck would have it, upon their arrival, they discovered an unexpected visitor in their room: an otaku, engrossed in trying out the human's outfits.

"Goodness gracious," MC exclaimed, their gaze fixed on Leviathan, who was adorned in thigh-high socks and a skirt. Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably their clothing. "Why are you wearing my skirt?"

The demon gasped and squealed, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he met MC's gaze with flushed cheeks. "I... I was just curious," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You always look so good in it. I wanted to try it too."

"Wow..." MC stood transfixed, their breath catching in their throat as they admire the unexpected display before them. Time seemed to slow as they absorbed every detail, from the way Leviathan hesitantly donned their clothing to the flush that painted his cheeks with a delicate hue. 

As Leviathan's self-consciousness enveloped him, his demeanor faltered, and his gaze descended to the floor in anticipation of MC's potential disapproval. "I know... I'm not pretty enough for this," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability, his tail betraying his inner turmoil with agitated sways. It was a moment of raw honesty, where his insecurities laid bare, seeking reassurance and acceptance from the one whose opinion mattered most.

"What?" MC stepped forward, their voice soft. "Of course you are, Levi. Your uniqueness, your authenticity—that's what makes you truly captivating. You are the most charming demon I know. You should try the blue one." With gentle sincerity, they reached out, their touch a tender affirmation of acceptance as they offered a comforting pat on his shoulder.

His eyes shimmered with a mixture of relief and gratitude, reflecting the warmth of MC's unwavering support. With renewed confidence, Leviathan exchanged the skirt for the one they suggested. As the fabric draped around him, a surge of excitement coursed through his veins, the notion of embracing such "feminine" attire awakening a thrilling sense of liberation and self-discovery. It was… Arousing.

"Yes, this one is perfect, Levi," MC declared, their eyes lingering on him admiringly. "You're such a pretty boy, dressed so perfectly for me."

With a gentle caress, MC's fingertips brushed against Leviathan's cheeks, their touch a delicate expression of affection and understanding. They sigh softly as their lips met in a tender kiss. Leviathan's heart fluttered with a mixture of surprise and longing, his blush deepening as he savored the warmth of their embrace. 

It felt so good not being judged.

Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!

[daydreamalley]

A Ramble about Phase 19 of the Fifteen Manga Ft. Storm Bringer spoilers

Just absolutely cannot get over the 15 manga. I love the light novel so much, but this manga adaptation is so ridiculously amazing. Dazai and Chuuya’s proximity/touching has been amazing of course. I adore the way Hoshikawa draws Dazai and Chuuya as well (my baby boys, especially Chuuya). But these last two chapters with Rimbaud and Verlaine. Like, fuck. The whole “At least, one of them felt that way,” part just hits so much harder in the manga for me, with the art and page placement. And this whole most recent chapter. Like firstly, you don’t have to end every chapter with like Chuuya getting stabbed okay, help me out here.

Comparing the last page of phase 18 with Verlaine and the first page of phase 19 with Chuuya makes it so obvious that Rimbaud is seeing the similarities between them with just that parallel, which is confirmed later with Rimbaud quite literally seeing Verlaine standing behind Chuuya. 

Not to mention in phase 18 the “That’s right Paul, I remember you,” in conjunction with him seeing Verlaine in Chuuya.

Then that flashback with Verlaine carrying Chuuya and Chuuya’s just so small I could cry.

Like, I knew he was small, but he's just so young, I can't. People were experimenting on him. Like, how??

The way Rimbaud wants to ask Chuuya something and Chuuya crouches down to him. Which leads to Rimbaud putting a hand around Chuuya as he tells him to live. How close and personal they are when Rimbaud says all of this just make it feel so much more impactful for Chuuya. Kinda love too that Chuuya isn't just standing over Rimbaud. He's making it obvious he's open to listening.

Rimbaud says a lot of shitty things to Chuuya up to this point, even complaining that he has to kill a kid while only referring to Dazai, completely not acknowledging Chuuya as anything more than Arahabaki. But once he fully remembers what happened with Verlaine, I feel like that’s when Rimbaud remembers what he truly believed about Verlaine and his humanity and how that extends to Chuuya’s humanity. Because Rimbaud’s whole final speech is most definitely things he’d also thought of or told Verlaine before (as I think is confirmed in SB). I think those are Rimbaud’s true thoughts and beliefs on the matter, it just took that long for him to remember the full story and how he felt about it all. Rimbaud saw Verlaine’s struggles with humanity, and now he also remembers why Verlaine betrayed him. And so he tells Chuuya to live, just as Verlaine wanted him to back then, live without the burden of worrying about your humanity or where you came from, because “you are you.” It doesn’t matter if Chuuya (and Verlaine) “are but a pattern etched on the surface of raw power.” In Rimbaud’s mind, and honestly where we eventually end up at the end of SB, is that it really doesn’t matter what your origins are, whether someone is an artificial personality (aka pattern) etched onto raw power, because really everything is some version of a pattern upon the world. And in a word with abilities, a lot of people are a pattern connected to a power. Just as in SB Chuuya decides that even though Adam isn’t human and he knows it, it doesn’t take away from Adam’s actions, his sacrifices, or his dreams. Same goes for Chuuya and Verlaine. Their origins don't affect how human they truly are. Their humanity is significant no matter what. It just took a bit more convincing for Chuuya to get there, a little more than what Rimbaud could offer on his (almost) deathbed.

Anyway, Chuuya holding Rimbaud’s hand as he dies just does things to me. Like, the book described that “Both Chuuya and Dazai quietly listened as if there was something in what Randou (Rimbaud) was saying that they couldn’t allow themselves to miss… Some things, however, would not return to normal: the body of a man who no longer felt the cold, and the hearts of two boys who stood rooted to the spot, staring at him. A gust of wind peered through their souls as it passed them by.”

This page just so well depicts that last line. It truly feels these boys have heard something so monumental, that they won’t ever forget. Standing in the aftermath of their first fight together, hearing these words about humanity that both mean so much to both of them. Dazai’s expressions really convey this to me in the manga, and convey it just so beautifully. And Chuuya being so close to Rimbaud when he speak those words just makes it feel like those words truly are so monumental for him. And also this means that Chuuya fought to kill a man, that to be entirely fair and clear was trying to kill him first, and then held to his hand as he dies, and there’s just something about this added detail that’s so significant to me in portraying the weight of it on Chuuya. Chuuya's connection to Rimbaud is a complicated but important one. But really these words are important for both boys, because let’s not forget that Dazai also struggles with his humanity. Even if he doesn’t have a physical reason to doubt his humanity, like Chuuya, there are many other reasons that he does doubt it. So hearing that all people and all of humanity are really just patterns within the physical world, human or not that’s true of everyone and everything, and that’s important for Dazai to hear too. I think both boys think back to Rimbaud’s final speech quite a bit, if I’m being honest or did for a while.

I am NOT getting over the detail that someone (Chuuya??) put Rimbaud’s scarf on his grave. I just… it does something to me and I love that detail so much. And cutting back to that “You are you” line while Chuuya’s talking to the grave is just so perfect in my opinion, and again just shows the significance of it so, so well. It’s like, he's talking to Rimbaud, complaining about his actions really, and then it cuts to that “you are you” and it just shows almost the contrast I guess between Chuuya feeling unrest at not finding stuff about his past that Rimbaud could’ve given him, but maybe wouldn’t have anyway, and Rimbaud’s statement that those things don’t matter because Chuuya is who he is beyond all that. Also the little dandelion blowing into the wind, to me also signifying a wish being spread.

Anyway, entirely unnecessary to end the chapter with a big knife in Chuuya’s back, thanks. Especially after Chuuya mentions how he’s still exhausted from everything. Like let’s just, stop, please.

He's just a boy, leave him alone for the sake of all things good.

[ladylooch]

I love how important communication between couples is reiterated on this blog. Can we see the conversation between Nico/Lexi or Lucie/Connor when they decide to no longer use condoms?

Craving some Lucie and Connor tonight, so let’s explore this with them, after their first time ditching condoms. Also, I did not intend to make this full blown smut. Blame 🧸 anon… hehe!

Lucie clicks and unclicks her gel pen fast as she reads over the first sentence in Chapter 17 of her Mass Communication textbook for the twentieth time. She glances up from her book, eyes locking on the side of her boyfriend’s head. It’s covered in a backwards Rangers hat where he sits on the couch playing Call of Duty.

“FUCK!” He screams, tossing his controller into the air with a spin. “Stop hiding like a bitch you fucking coward.” Lucie’s eyebrows weave together in an “are you serious” look. Connor glances over to her then chuckles. “Sorry. He’s messing with my ratio.” He shrugs his big, bare shoulders. 

Ratio? Lucie isn’t sure what he is talking about, but she’s too distracted to watch anyway. Just like she is too distracted to be reading this textbook. She puts the clicking end of the pen between her teeth, chewing it absentmindedly while her eyes drift out the window. Little flakes of snow fall down from the gray sky as her mind drifts again.

All Lucie has been able to think about today is what happened three mornings ago. Connor and her had ditched condoms for a moment and felt each other in the most intimate way you can. Lucie had loved it, fuck, she had even cried about it at the end, but when they had sex later that night, Connor had slipped a condom on before connecting them. Then the same thing happened the next two days. This is normal for them, but Lucie can’t stop thinking about how incredible it felt to have him in a way no one else ever has. She feels weirdly deprived now, not having his bare shaft stroking her inner walls to completion. 

She sighs distractedly, scratching at the back of her head before returning to her textbook. 

“Woo.” Connor cheers quietly, thrusting his hands up in the air. “Victory formation, baby!” He calls, making a double peace sign. He tosses his controller on the couch, then walks over to where she is at the dining room table. “Are you still on the same page you started on?” Connor asks after a quick kiss. “Am I being too loud?” 

“No.” Lucie shakes her head. “Just distracted.” Connor pouts down at her, rubbing his hand over her pony tail before kissing her again. 

“Can I help somehow?” He asks as he walks into the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge, cracking it open to take a few gulps. Lucie chews her bottom lip, then ultimately shakes her head no at him. “Luc.” Connor says pointedly. She watches his approach back to her, then tilts her head up when he curls down to hover over her lips. “Wassup?” He slurs the word out.

“Did you not like the other day?”

“The other day…?” He trails off. “What do you mean?”

“When you… when we… um, had sex… without the condom. Wow, why was that so hard? Yes, when we had sex without the condom.” She says more assertively the second time.

“I loved it.” He says matter of factly. 

“Okay but we haven’t done it since?” Lucie asks with her eyes closed. Connor chuckles, the breath of it dancing across her face. 

“Do you want me to fuck you raw, Luc?” He asks, cupping her neck. His lips press hard to hers.

“Yes. Like every night for the rest of my life.” She whines, chasing his mouth when he pulls away too soon.

“I am craving you that way.” He says, locking eyes with her. “I cannot think about that morning without getting hard. I could have you that way for the rest of our lives and it still wouldn’t be enough for me to stop needing you.” Lucie’s pupils blow out in her brown eyes. Her breathing accelerates and she launches at him before she can remind herself of her test tomorrow morning. Connor hoists her up into his arms, putting her already wet core against the hard bulge of his cock. 

They blindly claw their way down the hallway until they get to Connor’s room. Lucie shoves at her leggings as Connor drops his sweatpants down to the ground, then steps out of them. He pushes Lucie’s sweatshirt off her, groaning when he sees her lack of a bra or t-shirt beneath. He cups her left breast, then sucks her nipple into his mouth. His tongue drags along the perked skin while Lucie eases her fingers through his hair. 

Normally, Connor would taste every crevice of her chest, but not now when his dick throbs so hard he can’t think straight. He pulls back quickly, gripping the base of his cock with three fingers, then slapping at her swollen clit. Lucie shakes beneath him. 

“Already shaking for me?” He smirks when their eyes meet. “Dying for this?” He places his head at her entrance, then gently glides in. Lucie’s wetness welcomes him warmly. Connor groans, unable to stop himself with how incredible she feels. “You drive me insane, Luc. So fucking insane. In the best way.” He moans as he thrusts hard into her.

Lucie wraps her legs around his waist, gripping his shoulders wildly as his tempo increases. Their connection fills the room with the sounds and smells of delicious sin. Connor wraps an arm around her hips, pulling her down into each of his forceful thrusts. Lucie takes him well, relaxing into it and letting him take her exactly how they both need. 

“Don’t stop, baby.” She grits into his cheek. “So good. So perfect for me.” Her head falls back, exposing her neck to him. He nips along her soft skin, eating her up as she reaches her high. She collapses around him, squeezing his cock. Connor shakes from the force of it, then settles her back into the bed so he can pump himself to his own orgasm. 

“Gonna fill you up every time you let me, sweet girl.” He groans before shooting creamy ropes into her. Lucie curls her finger nails into his biceps for her last few desperate shudders. Then she releases, stroking her finger prints over those indents to soothe his skin. She settles back into the bed, looking at him through hooded lids. 

“Fuck. That’s so good.” She laughs honestly. “Sooooooo good.” She drags out.

When her eyes open, Connor hovers over her face, a loving smile on his. 

“I love you.” He murmurs confidently. “You’re the love of my life, Luc. I trust you with everything... including my future.” 

“What’s that mean?” She whispers as he puts their foreheads together.

“That the second you became mine, I never saw myself with anyone else, ever again.” 

Lucie smiles. Connor kisses her again, getting mostly teeth and not caring. Lucie tries to stop smiling to kiss him, but can’t. 

He is everything she ever wanted.

[elbiotipo]

I can't do a more deep opinion on this orca thing because yeah one can say "go orcas!", it feels good, doesn't it?...

but in fact those must be very scattered cases that won't change the fact that the current situation is that ocean transport is noisy, it's everywhere, and it must be driving these very, very sensitive animals crazy. Before motors, a whale could listen to what was happening in South Africa from the Argentine coast. Now their range of communication must have dropped to only a few kilometers: moreover, all the noise must be insane. There have been studies saying that even things like lawnmowers can make permanent ear damage to small rodents, and birds have had to adapt to city noises (their songs changed to a more "natural" pattern during the pandemic lockdowns) So I can't imagine what such things must be doing to the minds of orcas, one of the animals with the most complex and intelligent behavior registered outside of primates, and extremely sensitive to sound. Can we even understand what they're going through right now.

And this is not to mention the widespread whale (baleen whales, not orcas) hunting that decimated their populations to an absurd degree. All the world is currently going through a beyond worrying trend of defaunation, but whales were particulary hurt. There were 250.000 (estimated) blue whales before whaling, and they were decimated to less than 2000. Even today, with strict conservation measures, there's around 10-25k blue whales, and that's one species. Let that sink in.

Is there a solution to this, besides returning to the age of sail and banning ocean explotation? I don't know, there might be. I hope there is.

When I read about orcas, about their behavior, about their pods with their own almost cultural quirks and even dialects, so much we don't know about them, I only remember Arthur C. Clarke, when he spoke about blue whales: “We do not know the true nature of the entities we are destroying”

[babyfairy]

very very hard and painful day. one of the hardest i’ve ever endured. i don’t know if/when things will get better but i shared with some of my loved ones how i’m feeling and i was honest about feeling like i’m at rock bottom. love is the only thing that can carry me through. i can’t do it on my own

[solradguy]

Whenever I see someone being transphobic on twt in a bridget thread i reply with three pictures of my mains: ky kiske from ac+r, ky kiske from rev 2, and ky kiske from strive.

it self selects for people who actually play the game. it’s canon that he’ll fight off transphobes with the blade. and if they actually played guilty gear they’d get the underlining messages

While it can be really funny to bully these guys back, please keep in mind that nothing you can say or do to these people will hurt them or waste as much of their time as what they say will stick with you or waste your time. It might be funny to send them a bunch of Ky pictures, but what they're doing is laughing that the only response the people they hate can give them is sending a bunch of pictures of anime boys.

The only thing that works is blocking them. They've turned being an asshole into a recreational sport and getting any sort of response in return is a victory for them.

[yellowloid]

hey! i was sort of reading “something to rely on” lyrics, and i remembered that you analyse some of miles, monkeys and tlsp songs. so, i just wanted to ask what are your thoughts on this song, cause i particularly think it’s about alex or some of it. anyway, other songs from cdg can be fully about alex, but barely no one talks about this one, so i thought it’d be great to discuss about it.

there’s also “adios tara tara” that i also think it’s about alex, as other songs from change the show, but that’s for another time! i also love your blog, your fanfics and song analysis, they’re always really good! 🫶

sooo first of all sorry for being this late lmao this is kinda embarrassing because this ask was sent MONTHS ago maybe almost a year ago it was so long ago i literally don't remember. i'm only just answering now BUT better late than never i guess skgshdfh

(as usual don't take this too seriously lmao this is just a silly theory, i'm in no way implying it's the truth. it's just delusion o'clock)

now, if you follow me you know what i think of coup de grace as an album - and that is, the fact that it's soooo about alex it's crazy like. bro was so angry and in love and heartbroken????? and he wrote a literal masterpiece of an album????? that's iconic if you ask me

so to no one's surprise, let's follow the usual theory - them having some sort of falling out after eycte because of miles getting serious and alex consequently chickening out, which led to Peak Gay Drama Year, also known as 2018, when they both release albums that - more or less explicitly - contain images that could easily be interpreted as references to each other. something to rely on is no exception:

"crescent moon, left in my drive / all too soon, you made your point"

the reference to the moon creates a pattern, since the semantic field of astral entities is also present in songs such as killing the joke, with "interstellar, dressed in leather, drinking bitter boy" - which as we all know is one of miles' most direct lines when it comes to referencing alex, and it can easily be linked to am's own space-themed album, which miles definitely got to listen before its official release date.

opening the song with a reference to the moon could be a way of @ a certain someone, letting him know that yes, this song *is* in fact about him, if he didn't get the other billion hints in the whole album. (however, for the sake of keeping it vague, i won't be referring to him directly but rather to a ~mysterious person~) (i'm sure you get my point tho *wink wink*) [gunshots]

mentioning the moon could also be a way of referencing the ever-present theme of nighttime encounters in the entirety of mk/am/tlsp's discography: sometimes those encounters are described as fun, sometimes they mean trouble; sometimes, they leave the people involved with a sense of guilt and/or shame, on which we'll come back later and which often leads to bad decisions ("all too soon, you made your point"). in this particular case, the first image that comes to my mind is someone leaving sneakily after a (series of) one-night stands, with the song obviously being from the pov of the person being left, who also gives us a reason why they think the other person left:

"keeping off the radar, how does that make you feel? / keeping it clean, through all the things you wanted me to be / out of touch, with all the rumors i keep hearing of you / keeping off the radar, how does that make you feel?"

this person doesn't seem to want other people to know about their affair, and that's why they keep it secret; it seems that they want miles to be something he's not, or something he can't be - or maybe they ask all these things of themselves, which would maybe make it easier for them to accept the relationship going public. this person wants to keep it neat and clean, picture-perfect and fitting to everything everyone expects from them; but as much as they try to stay lowkey and not attract attention, the narrator informs us that no matter how much this person tries to hide, there's still rumors going around about them, as an individual as well as their relationship(s) with other people, most likely with the narrator too.

"all aboard the guilt train / last call before we leave / last call before we learn to love / the last call before we leave"

the line referring to guilt is insanely queer-coded and i will die on this hill because it just SCREAMS internalised homophobia, with which the other person might be struggling. it wouldn't make sense otherwise - because what would that person feel guilty about, if it were a straight-passing relationship? unless it was a cheating situation, of course... but it could be a cheating situation AND also a queer one, with this person being in another (het) relationship while having a same-sex lover (the narrator), which would give that line a double explanation. also every time i listen to this song i just can't help but think about 'all aboard the kane train' WHAT WHO SAID THAT

however, the narrator tells us that this is the "last call before we leave" - meaning, he's giving this person an ultimatum to make up their mind and decide if they want to be with him for real or not, since the latter possibility would result in him leaving - not necessarily for good, but... just trying to get over that person once and for all. at the same time, though, it's also the "last call before we learn to love" - which is incredibly soft imo, because it's him still putting trust and hope into that person and a positive decision on their part. he believes they will eventually choose to be with him, he hopes for it and trusts the other person to make the right decision, which would lead to them being together and learning how to love each other without limits nor second-guesses. the repetition of the leaving line could also be seen as a way for him to give it a new meaning compared to the first one: if they ended up together, they could leave that world based on nasty rumors and appearances, ignoring them all to just be happy together. because, after all, miles declares it openly:

"you're all that i wanted / all that i need / you're all that i wanted / you're all that i need"

i mean. does this even need an explanation. bro is down BAD

"something to rely on / something to get high on / i don't want to beg or steal, i don't want to borrow hearts / i just want to make it real / something to rely on / the making of a mystery, wishing on a falling star / i don't want to let this sadness rule my heart / your actions from the start / in spite of me insightfully inviting me to fall apart"

i left the chorus last because imo it captures perfectly the whole vibe of the song and what i think is miles' outlook on life in general: the narrator wants something stable and secure, an established relationship with the other person; he doesn't want to have to beg and argue and make it more complicated than it probably already is, he doesn't want to be a pastime or just some lover. he wants something thrilling and intense, almost addictive - but most importantly, he wants something real. this complicated situation with the other person is making them both suffer, and the other person's behaviour doesn't make it any easier; but in spite of everything, and in spite of his sense of self-preservation, he still finds himself unable and unwilling to resist them, to let them go for good. and no matter how self-destructive this might be, he doesn't want to be ruled by negative emotions; he's already fallen for them, too deep to even consider letting them go. he just keeps falling, and yeah, the outcome of their situationship might still be a mystery, but he chooses to be hopeful - "wishing on a falling star", bringing the song to a circular end by mentioning other astral entities that inevitably remind us of the "crescent moon" that opens the song. which also evokes the idea of circularity that is typical of situationships like the one described here, where the moment he seems to have made up his mind (or maybe the other person finally did?) it's like rinse and repeat, and once again they're back to square one.

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

might remake to a new account entirely and change the name i go by

[ardentlytess]

god the fourth episode of bokura no micro na shuumatsu y’all

ritsu making himself the villain in masumi’s (& yuma’s) narrative just so that masumi didn’t have to make the choice himself to leave his mother to die

masumi admitting the fact that he was more upset about not being upset about his mother dying, about not wanting to save her, than the idea of her actual death

& ritsu letting him know that it was okay to feel that way. that it wasn’t his fault regardless. that he was blameless for what he was subjected to as a child & he was blameless now, & if masumi refused to believe that himself, then ritsu would bear the crown of thorns for him

he’d let himself become the villain all over again, just to spare masumi this pain

[leadtohell]

i think seasonal depression is sinking in so excuse me as i hop around and have fluctuating muses, i’m not feelin great tbh!!!!!

[fistfuloflightning]

martyr king and revolutionary

[lu-sn]

6 and 26 💖

6. Favorite title you used?

noooo don't make me CHOOSE

ok mvp is a close second because ofc pete is the realest mvp but also it SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE TAG NAME FOR VEGASPETEMACAU GUYS!!! IT WAS PERFECT!!!!! HOW DID WE LEAVE THAT ON THE TABLE. we always have time to change our ways just saying

but first place goes to prickly hearts, my baby, because vegas has the prickliest heart of all and pete loves him just as well for it ❤️ but also hedgehogs. hedgehogs! may i be blessed with the ability to think of a title as good and fitting and cute as this ever again, lmfao

26. What’s your most common category?

i tricked myself for a hot second into thinking that maybe it could have been gen, because a lot of my fic ends up having gen vibes (i just love sibling feels and friend feels okay!!!! sue me!), and then i went and checked and of course it is M/M 😂 to nobody's surprise vegaspete has consumed me

[http-byler]

and if I said Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers is the most Will Byers song I’ve ever heard? what then?

[orcelito]

I love how there r certain kinds of art / fic where u see it and ur like . "Ah. You are Mentally Ill"