thatadhdkid16

[thatadhdkid16]

Gave up on an assignment we had to do and decided drawing hands would be a good way to waste time >;D

[thatadhdkid16]

Ummmm lets have a go i guess?

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You know what? This literally describes my life more than my gender 😭😭😭

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Guys, I need help

There was this one fanfic that I read of Rumi teething cause of her demon side and how she couldn't control it so she bit Zoey, and yehh. I need to know the title of that cause my stupid bum self forgot to bookmark it, so pls guys, if you know the title pls reply, plsssssssssssssssssss, oh and also its on Ao3.

(btw don't mind how freaky that sounds)

THANKS GUYS LUV YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:D

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THIS IS ACTUALLY ME 😭😭😭

>;D

*Evil laughter*

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ok guys, I’m going to now search up Bobby’s height, cause all of us are curious…..

……..Guys, he’s the ultimate short king, and yes king, cause we all love Bobby very much, not matter the height 😭😔😋

#SHORTKING GUYSSS!!!!!

I was just casually searching up Zoey's height cause u know, they never told us. I'm scrolling and then I come to this.

Our little maknae is 5 feet tall 😭😭😭 I mean I didn't know what to expect, I thought maybe like 5'4, but nahhhhhh she smoll.

And Mira?!?! 5'6?!?!?!? I'm sorry but like, I'm taller then her 😭😭

Now Rumi.....idk what to say.

Now the real question is, if Zoey is 5 feet tall.... then how tall is BOBBY?!?!?!?!?!!!?!

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Oh stop it @strmieto, your too flattery 🥰🥰

A little morning sketch of the part where Rumi and JInu hold hands in the "Free" song >;D

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WE NEED TO MAKE THIS AN ACTUAL FANFIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just had the most bittersweet head canon of the girls at a fan signing event in LA while on tour and Zoey’s old school bully shows up. 

Zoey’s not even sure it’s him but her whole body reacts like warning bells the longer he stands in front of her toeing at the ground, avoiding eye contact as he hesitantly slides his poster forward. Like he knows he shouldn’t be there. 

It’s not until he mutters his name that any doubt is gone. She looks up at him. Recognizes the sway of his hair. The mean, scary tilt of his shameless smile, the grating echo of his laugh as he’s shoving her into a locker calling her names that make her sick to her stomach. He does none of that now, just stares quietly at the table, waiting for her to sign. 

She doesn’t even realize she’s started hyperventilating until she’s already dizzy and frantic for air. She shoots up like a rocket, the clatter of her chair like a gun going off in the echo chamber of the large, cavernous room. 

“Bathroom,” she mutters at Mira and Rumi’s startled looks. She doesn’t say anything more before she hurries off behind the wall of black curtains behind the table. 

Mira watches her go and Rumi watches Mira. Neither of them know what’s going on, but they know that something is. Zoey doesn’t randomly leave signings in a rush and she certainly doesn’t leave without throwing them one of her happy, easy smiles with a wink telling them she’ll be back from whatever mischief she’s after this time. 

Slowly, Mira turns her attention to the young man who looks ruffled by Zoey’s departure, but otherwise unemotional. She slides the poster over, doing her best to be the idol she’s supposed to be — polite, charming, easy. But she can’t shake the feeling in her gut. Wariness. A churning dis-ease. Suspicion. Had this man had something to do with Zoey’s frantic departure? 

“I can sign it while you wait if you want,” she says evenly. “I’m no Zoey, but some say I’m a close second.” 

He doesn’t laugh at her attempt at levity. Just shrugs and steps to the side so that he’s in front of her instead of Zoey’s empty chair. 

“She’ll be right back,” she says, trying to keep the conversation flowing as she studies him. There’s something about him. Something registering so faintly at the edges of her mind that it’s a feeling more than anything she can speak to or put her finger on. She can’t shake the feeling. When she asks for his name to make the autograph out to, the feeling intensifies. She pulls the pen away from the poster before signing, watching him. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

That gets his attention. He looks at her, wide-eyed and shakes his head. 

“Does Zoey?”

He pales at this. Visibly recoils. His jaw hardens and he looks defiant. He looks like a punk. Like the kind of kid who doesn’t pick on people his own size. Like a bully. 

It dawns on her. Her voice cuts through the excited buzz of the crowd, enough for Rumi to hear her tone but not her words when she says, “you went to school with her, didn’t you. You — did you—“ She can hardly say it. “Did you fucking shove her into lockers? Was that you?”

“What’s going on?” Rumi leans over, clocking the fury on Mira’s face. 

“Jonah. That’s the name of the guy who tormented Zoey in high school right? The one she told us about?”

At Rumi’s nod, Mira sits back, tosses the pen onto the table in disgust and folds her arms. “Meet Jonah.” 

Rumi is out of her chair faster than Mira has ever seen her move.

“You need to leave.” Rumi’s tone is like ice and steel. She says it as she’s moving, already heading to find Zoey. “Mir,” she says, gesturing to the waiting fans. 

“Yep.” Mira knows what to do. She’ll handle it. As soon as she handles him.

Rumi searches for what feels like forever. In reality, it’s only a handful of minutes before she finally finds Zoey outside. There’s a pond behind the convention center with ducks and Zoey is crouched underneath a tree, watching the ducks swim past as she quietly cries. 

When she sees Rumi, she loses it. She buries herself in Rumi’s chest as soon as Rumi gets to her and she sobs. 

“I’m sorry I left our fans waiting. I just needed to get some air,” she says between sobs. 

“I know baby. I’m here.” Rumi soothes, holding her until Mira arrives. Then they both hold her, rocking her gently until the car is pulled around. 

On the ride back to the hotel penthouse, Zoey curls into Rumi’s side and falls in and out of a light sleep. Rumi stroke’s Zoey’s hair the whole way but her attention is on Mira, who sits ramrod straight, coiled tight like a spring ready to explode. 

“Mir,” Rumi murmurs, placing her hand on Mira’s thigh. Mira glances at her for the quickest of seconds before her gaze returns to the headrest in front of her. Like an animal who refuses to take her eye off her prey for more than a breath. But there is no prey here. Only their little family in the quiet safety of the car. 

“Hey,” Rumi tries again, running the back of her finger down Mira’s arm. Soothing. Coaxing. “What’s going on?”

Mira’s jaw ticks. She shakes her head. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t release all that tension reverberating through her long, elegant frame. She’s a live wire. 

“Baby, look at me.” This time, Mira holds her gaze when she turns to her. Rumi’s stomach flips at the sight of the tears collecting in Mira’s dark eyes. 

“I could have killed him,” Mira chews out so quietly it almost goes unheard beneath the rumble of the car on the highway. 

Rumi’s heart aches for Mira as much as it does for Zoey. If she had to guess, Mira is taking this as a personal failure. Rumi is protective of her girls. Wants nothing more than to keep them safe and happy. But it’s different for Mira. It’s not a want. It’s a desperate, consuming need. A duty.  

Taller than them. Fiercer. Tougher in a lot of ways she never should have had to be, Mira always puts herself between them and a threat. Whether that be an overzealous fan, a prying reporter, aggressive paparazzi, an on-stage wardrobe malfunction. Mira is always there. Always steadfast. 

“Be here, with us, for now,” Rumi whispers, coaxing Mira out of her rage that’s directed within just as much as it is towards Zoey’s bully. Rage at not seeing it coming. Rage at not having been able to cut it off. She kisses Mira’s cheek and feels a smidgeon of relief when Mira’s arm stretches across Rumi’s lap and find Zoey’s hand. Silent, but there. 

Back at the hotel, Rumi makes Zoey a cup of tea and sits her on the couch. Rumi doesn’t question it when Mira quietly disappears into the bedroom, but Rumi sees the way Zoey follows her with wide, worried eyes. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Zoey asks quietly, staring at the closed bedroom door. 

“No, love. She’s just…processing.” 

Rumi sits with her a little while longer, listening patiently to whatever feelings Zoey wants to share with her, whatever memories the incident raised. When she’s ready to put something on the TV and relax, Rumi goes to Mira. 

Mira has not once sat down. She’s pacing, anger and frustration wafting off of her in almost visible waves. She doesn’t hear the door open and shut behind her. Just finds Rumi watching her, leaning against the wall, one foot propped up, arms crossed. Waiting patiently, letting Mira continue to work it out. 

When their eyes meet, Mira stills. 

“Want to talk about it?” At Mira’s defeated shrug, Rumi pushes off the wall and crosses to her. “Tell me.” 

Mira is shaking, with anger, with restraint, with the burden of holding back the tears. They finally come, spilling over silently onto her cheeks, when Rumi takes her face gently into her hands. “Tell me, Mir.” 

Mira tries to shrug away. Tries to shake her head like it’s fine. It’s always fine. She’s always fine. 

Rumi holds her in place. Doesn’t let her retreat. Doesn’t let her hide. She meets her in all of her fear, in all of her anger, in all of her self flagellation, and kisses her. Deeply, tenderly. Soft against jagged. Gentleness against ferocity. She kisses Mira until she feels Mira’s body release, spent and pliant against her. 

“Talk to me.” 

Mira shakes her head, wanting to wipe at the embarrassing tears on her cheeks, but Rumi beats her to it. Swiping them away with her thumbs as soon as they fall. 

“I messed it up,” Mira whispers.

“Messed what up?” 

“I’ve played this scenario in my head over and over again. If I ever got a chance to meet the people that hurt Zoey, my Zoey—“ She can barely finish. “What I would do. What I would say. I would make them pay for it. Make them see what an incredible, beautiful human being she is and how they didn’t deserve to share anything with her, not even a history — and what did I do?” The anger returns. Rumi feels it sizzling under her hands. “Nothing. I did nothing. I said nothing. I followed him out and I watched him leave and I did nothing.” 

“Oh Mira, sweetheart.” Rumi pulls her into a hug. “That’s not your job.” 

“It is. It is my job. He shoved her into lockers, Rumi. Kept her locked in there, in the dark, alone and terrified. Laughing while she begged. It makes me sick. I couldn’t protect her then. It’s my job to protect her now.” 

“It’s your job to love her, Mira. As it is my job. To love both of you. And her in return. That’s what we do. We love each other.” 

“What if that’s the only way I know how to love?” Mira asks it so quietly, it’s almost not audible. But Rumi hears it. She feels it. It cracks open wide inside her and a flood of heartache rushes into the gaps. 

“Listen to me carefully,” she says, forcing back her own tears so that she cannot be misheard. Cannot be mistaken. “You are so much more than just your ability to keep us out of harm. You do that very well, and you make us feel so safe, Mira, but you make us feel loved in so many ways. The way you listen to everything Zoey wants to share, no matter how long she goes on for. The way you make her feel seen, the way you engage with her interests. The way you braid my hair, undoing and redoing it several times because you know I don’t want it to end because it feels good—“ 

Mira’s small chuckle is mostly a wet hiccup. “I didn’t know you knew I was doing that.” 

“I didn’t want you to stop doing it,” Rumi says, kissing her gently. “You make us feel so loved, Mira. You make me—“ Rumi swallows the lump building in her throat. “You make me feel so wanted.” 

Mira leans down, her forehead resting on Rumi’s. The breath shudders between them. “You didn’t mess anything up,” Rumi whispers. “You immediately knew something was wrong. You spoke up. You made sure he left. You did everything right.” 

“I wanted to kick him into the new year.” 

“I know baby, but bailing you out of jail would do Bobby in for good.” 

Mira laughs, the sounds releasing the tight fist in Rumi’s chest. “I don’t know what to do,” Mira says after a moment. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t know how to help. I’m not…like you. I’m not soft. I’m not good with words.” 

Rumi wipes away the last of Mira’s tears. “Just be you. That’s all she wants.” 

Mira nods with new determination. Rumi watches her go, hovering by the kitchen to give them space. 

Zoey is curled up in at least two layers of blankets, watching some Netflix documentary on sea turtles. She looks so small. So young. Mira feels the wet heat of tears well in her eyes again. She’s imagining what it looked like, what it sounded like and felt like to be there in the high school hallway as Zoey, twice as small as everyone around her, was shoved into a locker. Laughed at as her notebooks full of the most incredible, creative, brilliant lyrics were torn apart and strewn across the tile floors. As names too ugly to repeat were hurled at her through the closed locker door. As if her tiny prison wasn’t already enough. 

Mira clears her throat and does her best to smile when Zoey’s wide, glassy eyes turn to her. 

“Hi MiMi.” Zoey’s voice is so soft. So unsure, but kind. So very, endlessly kind.

“Hi ZoZo.” Her own voice sounds scratchy and raw, but she forges on. “I’m sorry I kind of freaked out.” 

A hand appears from the depths of the blanket cocoon and Zoey pauses the TV, then tosses the remote onto the table next to the couch. She reaches for Mira, pulling her closer when Mira takes her hand. She keeps pulling until Mira is stumbling and chuckling and falling onto the couch. Zoey wiggles over just enough to let Mira slip in between her and the couch, then folds herself into Mira’s body, warm and quiet for a long moment. 

“Zo? Did you want to talk?” 

Zoey looks up at her. “Thank you,” she says, softly. 

“For what?” 

“For speaking up. For — acknowledging what he did. Nobody ever…nobody ever talked about it afterwards. The other students, the teachers, the parents. My parents. Everyone pretended like it never happened. But you…you stood up for me. You called him out and you made sure that he left. No one’s ever done that for me.” 

Mira is crying again because she thought she’d failed. She thought she’d missed out on her chance to leave a lasting mark on his shit stain of a life. Instead, she realizes she did leave a lasting mark. On Zoey’s life. Her sweet, funny, goofy, brilliant Zoey, who she loves with the deepest depths of her soul. 

When Zoey kisses her, the most pitiful whine crawls out of her throat and she blanches. When Zoey giggles, Mira pins her with a glare. “Not a word.” 

“You love me,” Zoey sings, kissing her once more. 

“Yeah yeah.” Mira grumbles and fusses, but it’s true. She loves her. She loves Rumi. She loves their little family. 

“Tell Rumi to stop eavesdropping and get over here,” she whispers, loud enough for Rumi to hear it perfectly fine on her own.

With a chuckle Rumi appears by their side, eyeing the small couch skeptically. “I think I’ll sit on the floor.” 

“You’ll do no such thing.” An arm snakes its way out of the cocoon once more and grabs at Rumi. 

“Don’t fight it or you’ll end up face first,” Mira says dryly. 

“I like it face first,” Zoey quips mischievously, earning her a collective groan. 

Once Rumi settles in on the other side of Zoey, she meets Mira’s gaze over Zoey’s head. “I love you,” she whispers. 

“I love you too,” Mira whispers back. 

“Hey! What about me?” Zoey’s head pop’s up from Mira’s chest. 

Together, Rumi and Mira dive in, covering Zoey with an onslaught of kisses. There’s laughter and squeals, and eventually a breathless “no more”  as Zoey is left dazed and smiling. “We love you too,” they tell her. And she knows it. 

[thatadhdkid16]

A drawing I did in the middle of this stupid class bc I was super bored (and bc there were a ton of sticky notes... like bro, if u put a stack of sticky notes to write questions down, what do u expect?)

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GUYS, I finished this ages ago btw, I just forgot to update on it.... hehehhe whoops.

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THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

'Ride With Me' (2024) was a hit single recorded and released for Huntr/x' world tour.

Its lyrics center on teamwork, helping each other reach new heights, and celebrating friendship.

A common misconception, this single was not in fact hastily conceived as an excuse for the author to design racing jackets to match Rumi's outfit in the movie.

Additional doodles that didn't make the cut

WIPs (added more content to previous post)

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THIS IS MY BESTIES FANFIC, YA'LL SHOULD READ IT.... NOW PLS AND THANK U HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Cannibalism, probably, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Chapters and title inspired by a song, Stiles Stilinski has a problem, He is the problem, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Sassy Stiles Stilinski, Good Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Good Friend Lydia Martin, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, No Slash, No Romance, (probably), This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski’s Sanity is a Nice Thing, HOLY TONGUE TWISTER, Tagging has become my ranting, Stiles Stilinski is a Mess, trust me - Freeform, it’s not as bad as it sounds, hopefully, we’ll see where this takes us

  Summary:

After the Nogitsune, Stiles finds himself having trouble controlling some of his desires. Namely, a rapidly growing hunger problem. Meal after meal, he’s unsatisfied. And the pain in the air is starting to feel very, very tempting.

Or

Stiles is starting to have his own, furry little problem. Except it’s less furry and more foxy.

I’VE FINALLY POSTED MY FIRST CHAPTER!! Feel free to check it out >:D (And please, if you have feedback, let me know. I’m bad with grammar and pacing)

[thatadhdkid16]

Guys, why do I think Zoey would definitely have mood swings? Like one minute she's laughing and smiling, the next she's screaming about something as tiny as not being allowed to have any chocolate, then proceeds to crash out....

*Gasp* "You're just my type!!!!!"

"oh well" *kills mystery*

SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?!??!!?!!?!

[thatadhdkid16]

I'm just minding my own business when I come across this scene where Mystery comes to sit next to Zoey, nothing unusual, right?

Now look closer, on Zoey's arm, that little black strap with the pouch. I'm wondering, what is that? Why doesn't the rest of Huntr/x have that?

And so, like the crazy person I am, I start researching. That's when I saw this little TikTok vid that answered my questions.

That little black pouch? That's a diabetes tracker. Yes, yes, it is. Well, honestly, that's what everyone is saying, but I think it's pretty accurate, from how much she eats, from sugary stuff to spicy things, I'm not as surprised.

So, to those who are all trying to solve the same questions I have been trying to find and are too lazy to do so, here it is. You're welcome >:D

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God dam

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I was just casually searching up Zoey's height cause u know, they never told us. I'm scrolling and then I come to this.

Our little maknae is 5 feet tall 😭😭😭 I mean I didn't know what to expect, I thought maybe like 5'4, but nahhhhhh she smoll.

And Mira?!?! 5'6?!?!?!? I'm sorry but like, I'm taller then her 😭😭

Now Rumi.....idk what to say.

Now the real question is, if Zoey is 5 feet tall.... then how tall is BOBBY?!?!?!?!?!!!?!

[thatadhdkid16]

A little morning sketch of the part where Rumi and JInu hold hands in the "Free" song >;D

[thatadhdkid16]

uhhh thanks @strmieto

How many are we gonna do of this stuff?

Anways imma do Jimin from BTS.

Bascially uhhhh... how do I start this off? I would listen to the radio in my car a lot, cause u know, I didn't quite have a music prefrence. Then this one song cam up of Seven by Jungkook and I was like, "oh cool thats the guy from BTS, the people my grade 5 teacher was obsessed with" And so a little while later, my mum got a little addicted over Jungkook and would listen to songs by him and the rest of his k pop boy band.

Then this one day she puts this song called 'ON by BTS' on the TV, and so I was watching it and I was like, "oh dam, they r gud" but one person stood out to me a lot and it was the blue haired Jimin (the current hair color he had, and ngl, it wasnt as ugly as I think u guys are all thinking of).

The way he danced and sang, his vocals, that made me obsessed, and so bascially yeh, I've been listening to Jimin and the BTS music until now. Well I'm a little occupied by the songs from 'K pop demon hunters' but yeh.

And I also look through Jimin's V lives (iykuk) and things people post on youtube from weverse.

I'm all done now >;D

UR TURN NOW @themeowzaiosamu MWHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH..... its near 12 am rn, i am actually so sleep deprived

OK so

Another tag and reblog game! (I love making these with my fav moots </3)

Tell me how u discovered your favourite music artist!

Ill tell you how I discovered mine (Michael Jackson♥️)

Okkk so like I was playing just dance (My fav game when I was little ^_^) and I saw the song "I want you back" by The Jackson 5 on. I had already heard of MJ so I was like "Ok I think he might have been in this band" so I ask my dad who was playing with me and he was! I was like "Ok cool!" Then i decided to listen to some of his music (Beat it was the first song I heard by him!) and HOLY SHIT THAT WAS THE DAY MY LIFE CHANGED FOREVER!!!!! I asked my dad to teach me more abt him and I know basically everything about him now, I have heard most of his songs by now and in case ur curious my fav song by him is "I just can't stop loving you" and my fav album is Bad (BAD IS BETTER THAN THRILLER CHANGE MY MIND!) and my fav Music Video is Smooth Criminal!

Also with Bowie:

It was like very close to valentines day this year and at the time I HATED Bowie with a passion (idk why cuz I had never even heard a single song by him) and "Starman" Came on the radio and I was like "OMG TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF" and my dad kept saying "you'll love Bowie if you give him a chance" and he was like "Y'know what, imma keep this on cuz you WILL like it" and he was right I guess! 😭

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