FASCINATE, a new minicomic that i will have at SF ZINE FEST this sunday (9/3)! come to table 38 and pick it up along with uhh slkfjsd books that will hopefully have arrived at my house before friday! i guess!!
he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.
except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?
at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.
except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.
about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.
he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.
Random panels from RHATO N52 that vibe with my mental image of Jason’s appearance. RHATO sucks but I do love how Jason looks in a lot of it. I just need him to look like actual fucking teenager and not a middle aged man and I am so desperate for it that I will take it wherever I can find it.
Saved these because I kept thinking about it after @ghost-bxrd’s ask post with crack about Red Hood being adoptable. (Tagging you 'cause it seemed like you may like having these.)
……..so there’s that fic I was speedreading for the last two days haha...
Streetwise looked between all the occupants, getting a read on them. He quite liked his ability for gauging his first impressions of them – it was extremely entertaining figuring out who was all bark and who had the bite to back it up in an easy to read scale that ran from white, through to blue, green, and yellow, before flowing into oranges, reds, purples and black – although he’d only ever seen black once, and that was Optimus Prime. So. To be expected, honestly.
The engineers were pretty standard, the coloured halo around their helms shades of warm yellow and green. The head of Special Operations was purple – as expected. Streetwise looked to Prowl, expecting it to be blue, green at most.
Black.
It was black.
Now..I know all this sounds pretty dark, but trust me, this fic is cute and funny and I love it~
doodle from september that i colored, you guessed it, during dnd. my sanji-is-just-a-bit-taller-than-zoro propaganda also. zoro my beautiful prizewinning tomato plucked fresh from garden
non-loser version bc i think he looks cuties on his own.
To anyone else, a couple sitting together at breakfast not speaking to each other may seem odd, but for you and Kiyoomi, though, it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“So, you’re away for a game this Friday, right?”
His response comes in the way of a slight nod, eyes narrowed in focus on the plate of food in front of him.
“When will you be home? Monday?”
He nods again, and your eyebrows crease in confusion. You open your mouth to question why he’s suddenly acting so strange, but before you can, Kiyoomi’s tilting his head in the direction of the table to your left. And then you hear it — the gossip.
“I just can’t believe she would do that! I thought she was my friend, ya know?”
Your mouth snaps shut in an instant, anxious to hear what unfolds next.
“Well,” the girl on the other side starts, clearly apprehensive, “she has liked him since high school. I thought you knew that.”
Silverware clatters down to the table. Whatever answer the first girl was expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. You and Kiyoomi share a pointed look, your mouths full of food.
“He’s my ex-fiancé. Are you serious right now?”
You have to control your face, taking a sip from your coffee mug to hide your surprise. Kiyoomi’s no better — eyes all but bulging at the new bit of information.
“I think you’re being a little unfair.”
You and Kiyoomi lock eyes in an instant, sharing looks that scream “oh shit.”
“Unfair?” The first girl is incredulous, and you can tell she’s biting back the volume in her voice. You have to strain to hear what she says next. “They started hooking up the second him and I broke up.”
Kiyoomi hides another expression behind his fist, cheeks stuffed with pancakes. His eyes widen, brows raising as he looks at you over his hand. You’re familiar enough with what you lovingly call Kiyoomi-speak to know he’s saying, “Can you believe this shit?”
Your expression mirrors his own.
You spend the rest of your meal digesting the conversation coming from the table beside you, and as you walk back to your apartment, Kiyoomi’s hand in yours, you unpack it together.
“Her ex seems like a dick.”
“He does! The friend is no better either.”
“Mm,” Kiyoomi’s brow furrows. “That friend she was eating with kind of sucks, too. It seemed like she was pulling out all of these excuses for the other girl.”
“That’s what I was gonna say! She probably knew all along.”
“Mm, probably.”
You continue to chat the whole way home, and as silly as it sounds, the idle conversation has warmth thrumming beneath your skin. It’s nice, you think as Kiyoomi delves into the theory that the poor girl was probably cheated on. To have someone who understands you, someone you can always rely on to people watch and gossip with you.