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#he just likes to be behind me ig???

inkskinned · 1 year

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it's just that sometimes you have to love a thing including the ways that it inconveniences you like i keep picking dog hair out of my clothes because he steals things from my laundry basket to lay on them while i'm gone and whenever i use my laptop i have to type with my arms in a parabola to make room for his head on my legs and yes it's kind of a far ride to my mom's house but she always remembers to have dairy-free options available just in case i stop at home and nick lives in another timezone so we have to plan our calls carefully to be sure he's available and i'm not in bed and i hate driving and looking for parking but it means i get to visit my friends and i hate doing dishes but i'll do a million if it means i get to throw a dinner party for everybody and i hate being cold but one time we stood outside in the snow for 5 hours waiting for a concert, bundled up and red-nosed

i always apologize about the ways i take up space even when they're medical like at a restaurant i usually have to take the moment to say i really am allergic, sorry, and feel like i am making everyone around me angry and i always apologize when i am too tired to be funny or when i actually really do need to take care of my human body because it feels like i'm making everything about-me and i always apologize for the ways that i become needy; how i get scared when we're high up (and no for real please get down it actually kind of stops being funny) or how i panic if i hear a loud noise i wasn't expecting or how it's been years but there are days when i'm still doing the same shit, still drowning

the trick about relaxing, i think. like the answer to why i couldn't trust the idea anyone actually likes me. was realizing that at some point i am going to be an inconvenience, which means that at some point i need to trust other people want me to take up space. and yes, some people have to take up a lot of space. but. i relish this little gratitude: making room for people and things in my life. i love picking the dog hairs out of my food - it means i get to have a dog. i love answering the phone at 3 in the morning - it means someone is on the other line, and i can help them weave through life. i love the little chores - it means i have something productive to do. so what if you take up space - it means this world gets to have you.

#writeblr #pos #this brought to you by having to type around my dog's head as he lays in my lap. he is snoozin . contented. also droolin on everythin #you know ur a pet owner when. etc.#he also likes to push until he is behind me on the couch. and then makes me sit like a prim princess w/my back straight so i don't fall off #mind u if i leave the couch he will follow to the floor #he just likes to be behind me ig???

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jujumin-translates · 3 days

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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 27 - Papa Crisis

Banri: You guys can take a twenty-minute break here. Good work.

Masumi: The KniRoun Stage video is up.

Sakuya: Waah, it is!

Chikage: Lancelot’s pretty eye-catching.

Tsuzuru: He was even working on his sword fighting for KniRoun in between rehearsals. Must’ve been rough.

Banri: Nah, he was havin’ the time of his life, trust me.

Citron: Itaru looks like he is having fun~.

Rento: Ooh~, his overseas debut, huh? Looks like he’s doin’ great.

Rento: Still, absolutely insane as hell that he’s comin’ back here right on openin’ day.

Izumi: It really, truly is…

Izumi: In the past, it would’ve been unthinkable to try and to this, but with the current Spring Troupe, I think we’ll be able to pull this plan, even with it cutting it so close.

Banri: Well, it’d be pretty nice to keep this kinda energy goin’ through openin’ day.

Tsumugi: I hope Itaru-kun was able to get to the airport safely.

Sakuya: It’s about time for his flight, right?

Chikage: Let’s check the chat.

*Phone notification*

Izumi: Ah, I just got a LIME from…

Itaru: “problem, can’t get on my flight, airport’s shut down bc of a strike.”

Tsuzuru: WHAT!?

Sakuya: A strike!? That won’t end any time soon…!

Tsumugi: Sometimes the end soon, but sometimes they go on for days. There’s no telling what will happen…

Banri: What’re we gonna do? I mean, we could get through openin’ day with an understudy, or delay it entirely, but…

Masumi: We considered a lot of factors when we picked the date of opening day. It’s the day that’ll give us the most views with the least competition from other troupes, so moving it should really be our last resort.

Izumi: Right… And refunding tickets would have a huge impact on our votes…

Izumi: We’ll still have to deal with refunds if we go for having an understudy, but the damage with that should be minimal.

Banri: Guess we gotta go with an understudy.

Sakuya: Um, can we at least wait until the very last minute?

Tsuzuru: We want to wait for Itaru-san’s return for as long as we can. Can we at least do that, please?

Izumi: …

Tsumugi: I can be ready to sub in at any time, so don’t worry about it.

Sakuya: Thank you so much!

Chikage: I’m arranging a flight for him at another airport as we speak. With this one, he’ll be able to just barely make it in time for the start of the performance.

Chikage: Someone get into contact with Chigasaki and tell him to hurry to catch the bus.

Tsuzuru: On it!

Tsuzuru: “Itaru-san, please hurry to the nearby airport ASAP!”

Chikage: The next bus is leaving at--.

Citron: “I will give you a lucky chant so you will make it in time!”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Announcement: “The plane has arrived at Narita Aiport two hours later than scheduled.”

Announcement: “We sincerely apologize for the delay in its arrival due to weather conditions. We offer our deepest condolences to those affected by the delay.”

Itaru: (CITRON used Lucky Chant! The Lucky Chant shielded me from a critical hit…!)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

UC: Run, Chigasaki.

Itaru: (I am running!)

Saku: You can do it, Itaru-san!

Curry: director said she’s coming to pick you up

taruchi: dw abt it, it’ll be faster if i take a taxi

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Passerby A: Huh, is the line for getting a taxi really this long?

Passerby B: Probably because of a group of tourists~. Let’s just take the train.

Itaru: (Wait, the line for taxis is THIS long? Oh, I’m so screwed…)

Itaru: (Should I ask Director-san to pick me up now?)

Itaru: (But I’m sure she’s busy getting everything ready for the start of the show. Not to mention, even if she comes now, we probably wouldn’t make it back in time for the start of the show anyway--.)

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#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #citron #chikage utsuki #banri settsu #tsumugi tsukioka #// huge shoutout to my dearly beloved friends for helping me work out how to localize the bit where itaru makes a pokémon reference #it’s not like. exactly what he said but i also didn’t want to write a whole essay as a tl note explaining the thought process behind that #so like. disclaimer for that here ig #if anyone is actually interested in the thought process i’d love to explain it tho #i just didn’t want to put the world’s longest tl note for something that already like. makes sense in english lmao

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sleepyfitz · 1 year

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Is it just me or II gives off the little giant vibe?

Like he has a small stature that of a very patite statue, but as he sits in his throne, where he conquers the stage awe with his beat; his majestic pride that turns him into the most ruthless king that drives its people with his fierce kicks of drums and cymbals, injecting through the veins of every audience to a frenzy mosh pits and headbangs.

There's something about II that is being underlooked, with little appreciation. People would place their attention to Vessel, yes, because he has his own attraction that leaves you breathless with his passionate voice, like a siren on the ocean, concealing your innevitable death and worship to his siren. But II has his own attraction that I think is just immaculate and crazy just like how I first watched his Alkaline offering. Our little eepy II deserves alot of love❤️

#sleep token #sleep token ii #sleep token brainrot #our little eepy ii is just too cute #like yall saw his recent ig post??#his boba eyes tho #soo cute #i think he just exudes monster energy #but a cute eepy bby behind the stage #dont mind me just 2am thought #i love all the eepies sm guyss #no hate just a thoughtt

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deus-and-the-machina · 20 days

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ffxiv garlemald discourse is so funny because people will go "ugh people just cant stand it when things aren't black and white" and then you look at how the empire are portrayed in stormblood and shadowbringers and its like hm. that seems like a pretty intense and accurate display of violent imperialism to me! Wow I wonder why people in this day and age may find it hard to feel sympathy for them or even hate them on principal. god its such a mystery.

the games like 50/50 to me on how it tackles these themes because I actually like the garlemald arc in EW, I think it has a lot of horrific and powerful scenes depicting how self destructive fascist propaganda and beliefs are, but I also think it doesn't go far enough on some fronts. the garleans' xenophobia is most notably and obstacle to getting them to accept the contingent's help, which is what they're there to do,

but there's never an admission of harm from any garleans on the uuuuuuuuh massive amount of war crimes the nations around them are still suffering from they're just kind of like "we misjudged you...but you actually wanted to help us all along" like yeah thats great now can we get you all some deprogramming because you keep talking about returning to your prime and glory days and I think we need to unpack some stuff you really SHOULDNT return to. im not even really talking about EW proper but the patches where things are a bit more chilled out and people are recovering.

It feels like they wanted to have their critique of imperialism and also have things end with the beauty of human connection and reaching out and these things just don't mesh well because hey a lot of your modern day audience is not gonna like having to treat people yelling xenophobic things at the cast and your character with kid gloves after you showed them hours and hours of the awful things these people's beliefs have done. especially in the present day hoo boy.

#im kind of torn between 'no characters dont need to be 'punished' to be redeemed but also the characters just being so lenient with the #colonizers after we see far too many people being lenient if not supportive of the colonizers irl. well. it really blows afslkjfalkf and #yeah you can argue if they'd gone through with the garlemald expansion they would've had more time to go into this but the fact is that its #absent from what they did do and I especially think the patches when we go to garlemald and the EW role quests going 'hey maybe the #provinces can help us rebuild' as if they'd have any goddamn right to ask that just make me feel like they didnt stick the landing #seeing all the characters who have suffering time and time again bc of the garleans or seen the results of their actions having to clamp #their mouths shut every time someone said something xenophobic in EW isnt satisfying and it leaves so much unsaid!#also some people feel like the narrative didnt blame emet enough but ngl I think thats reductive even with his micromanaging scheming littl #ass and the intention of garlemald turning out a shitshow that doesnt make anyone else less complicit. most governments like this exaggerat #and lie and spread propaganda but I dont think most people here excuse the actions of a bigot because 'they were raised that way'#this is also my issue with gaius' writing. hes primarily upset that ascians were behind what he thought was his good old fashioned natural #conquering ideology :( and doesnt it suck so much he killed people for it. like yeah he seems pretty aware what he did was wrong but his #ideology remains bizarrely intact and unchallenged by the characters around him. no dude it wasnt just the ascians the system is a lot more #complex than that by this point aaaaaugh #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #siren says #I hope people are nice to me about this I dont think I said anything particularly controversial to the Tumblr crowd (twt maybe but fuck em)#ig my main point with this post is that the game isnt perfect at writing this and also that look. I actually liked the main arc in EW and I #like quite a few garlean characters but I completely understand why others didnt like it or any garleans esp if they have their own persona #experiences with colonialism and I dont get to tell them they're invalid for that. too many people get judgmental about this understandably #upsetting topic and you just gotta accept that this is a big line for many people

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aclosetfan · 1 year

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sheesh, i finally finished it. Bloomer fans (3 ppl) this one's for us.

t/w: underage drinking, but they're like 19-20 not 5 lol

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“You’re not drinking!” Boomer announced, shoving a finger in her face, “Whys not?”

Blossom hit his hand away and frowned, “Because. Don’t be rude.”

Boomer took a long swig from his red solo cup before addressing her with a lopsided smile, “Because you’re afraid you may have fuuunnn?”

She glared at him, “It’s because, one, we’re underage. Two, someone has to be responsible.”

“Brick’s not drinking!” Boomer quipped, pointing to Brick, already passed out on a random couch, “They’s responsible, you know, so you don’t gotta!”

She continued to frown and shook her head. “Go, Boomer.”

“But,” he pouted, “we’re supposed to be havin’ fun!”

She wrinkled her nose a bit and shrugged, looking off, “This isn’t really my kind of...fun, Boomer. Really, I’m alright. I don’t mind.”

Actually, she minded quite a bit. Breaking the law wasn't fun, thank you very much. The very idea that they, the Powerpuff Girls, could be caught red-handed with underage drinkers flared her anxiety to almost uncontrollable levels. And so, she had forbidden her sisters to come to this dumb party and then fought against them tooth and nail when they ambushed and dragged her along.

When they had made it to the party, Buttercup and Bubbles had given up on her almost immediately after it became clear that she would not be enjoying herself. She figured that would happen and planned to leave when their backs were turned, but the idea of leaving them here without a sober companion made her heart palpitate. So instead, she had taken up post by the front door, glowering at anyone who dared to talk to her.

Unfortunately, Boomer was notorious for ignoring the obvious.

"But how do you know!" He argued, "You've never even try it, Bumbles told me!"

"Bubbles," She corrected, "and, well, just...because, now, go find Butch or something."

He didn't listen (typical) and stood before her, pouting. "Because why? Cause you're afraid of fun?"

She huffed and crossed her arms, not at all interested in discussing her (arguable) control issues. "Go find Butch, Boomer."

"He's with Butters," He finally explained, which distracted him enough to ramble on, "and oof those two, amiright? Getta room."

"Then, find Bubbles."

He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry, "She's fightin' fer money right now, and listen," he pointed to himself, "I'ma bad guy, but tha's still not my scene."

"I'm sorry. What is she doing?" She blinked, but Boomer ignored her, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

"And Brick's all not drinkin' right now—"

"—passed out—"

"—right, tomato-tamato, but then I saw you standing here all by your lonesome and thought, Boomer! She looks like she needs a drink! Soooo, let's go get you one!"

"Boomer, no." She said sternly.

"But it's fun!"

"No."

He slumped against her and sighed, "yeah, okay, but at least come hang out with us."

Guilt rocked her stomach. She hadn't believed her sisters when they told her Boomer specifically requested she come with them this time, but the look on his face made her think they were actually telling the truth.

This wasn't the first party the brothers had invited them to that she had bailed on, and she was pretty sure it was starting to hurt Boomer's feelings. She supposed they were friendly enough with the boys that it was a little insulting, from their perspective, that she never attempted to hang out with them on their terms as opposed to her own. Still, she had always figured they'd have more fun without her, given the fact she was better at killing parties than being the life of them.

In fact, the last time she had seen any of the boys was when she had an unexpected run-in with Boomer, and he had helped her deal with some electrical giant by the power plant when her sisters were otherwise engaged with other hero-related activities. He had come to investigate the power plant issue himself because the monster had killed the internet, which had ruined his "kill streak" on some videogame he was currently obsessed with. Therefore, the problem had become too personal for him to ignore. He had actually been quite helpful in the endeavor. She had admittedly forgotten about his ability to manipulate electrical currents, but she was exceedingly grateful for it that day, and she had said as much to him.

Boomer had blushed, shrugged, and acted surprisingly bashful about it, and now, he wanted to have a drink with her.

She pressed her lips together and weighed her options. On the one hand, she knew she felt she may have owed him, but she also knew that she, in fact, did not owe him anything when it came to the consumption of goods. But it was such a simple request, and he was at least a good sport about her irritable behavior.

With a long sigh, she said, "One drink. I will try one drink with you, and then I'll be going home."

Boomer's face lit up, and he took her hand in his, leading her into the thick of the party. He continued babbling as she followed after him. She had no idea what he was saying, but he seemed rather confident saying it, waving his arms around as he spouted off a string of slurred words.

‘He never actually stops talking, does he?’ She thought.

She was quite aware that alcohol was a social lubricant, but she figured since Boomer didn’t need any help with socializing, alcohol would have had a somewhat calming effect and made him not so bouncy, but no, it seemed he had even more energy to spare.

He brought her to a table tucked away in the corner of the kitchen where the floors had exceeded an uncomfortable level of sticky and began mixing a drink. She stood awkwardly by him, highly aware of how people kept a wide breadth, staring at Boomer like he was out of his mind. She scowled at them until a red solo cup was pushed into her hands.

"Ta-da! A—" He hiccupped, "—dirty Shirley!"

She looked at the red drink skeptically before turning her attention back to him, “What should I expect?”

“Hmmm,” he tapped his chin in thought as his drink sloshed over the rim of his cup. “Well, Buttercup’s soooo giggly and Bub—Bub is like fighting everybody...maybe you’ll be like not boring, like fun and stuff?”

“I’m not boring!” She stiffened and paused, “Do people think I’m boring?”

“Yeah, pretty much!” Boomer hummed, taking a sip of his drink. Then, swaying to the beat of the music, he shrugged and continued, “S’not so bad! You’re just so...” his nose wrinkled, “booky?”

The brute honesty stung a little, but she wasn’t surprised. Boomer would have probably said the same thing sober too.

She gave the cup an uncomfortable look and then glanced back up at Boomer. He was watching her with slow, uncoordinated blinks, but watching her all the same. When he noticed she was looking at him, he gave her an encouraging smile.

“Go’on!” He hummed, nudging the drink with his own, “I made it extra sweet! Won’t taste a thing!”

She sniffed the drink, and it made her nose crinkle as the overwhelming smell of cherry grenadine irritated her sinuses. Still, artificial flavoring did a poor job of masking the ethanol smell wafting from the connection. And, quite frankly, she was of the opinion that there was no sprite in this drink whatsoever.

“I-I—you’ll stay with me?” She clarified, and Boomer shook his head.

“S’course, Bossy!”

She took a deep breath, brought the cup to her lips, and then slightly back down. This made him frown again, but she shook her head and gave him an inquisitive look.

“I—okay, before, what if I do something stupid? What if I make a bad decision or something, and the whole world finds out?”

Boomer's million-watt smile brightened the dingy corner, "Well, Bloss," he started rather eloquently, given his inebriation, "I don't mean to brag or anything, but I don't even have to be drunk to make really bad decisions! And look at me; people still think I'm fucking awesome!"

In a way, the loud confession was slightly comforting. It was misguided, of course. Also, arrogant. But still, slightly comforting. But Boomer was well-liked. Her?

...not so much.

He must have seen it on her face because his smile dimmed.

He raised his right hand and put his drink over his heart, "I promise on my parole officer's life, nothing bad's gonna happen. You're just gonna try it, just once, and decide."

She sighed, frowned at the liquid in her cup, and returned the cup to her mouth.

The alcohol barely touched her lips, coating them in a sickly sweet taste that she licked tentatively. Her heart rammed against her ribs, and for a heartstopping moment, she thought she was already drunk and had to fight back tears. Of course, the reaction was ridiculous, but now that the deed was done, every bad thing that could happen sat at the forefront of her mind. Without thinking, she reached for Boomer's arm to steady herself.

"I don't think I can do this," She shook her head, trying to return the cup, "this is—it's too much. I'm sorry."

He stepped back and looked genuinely surprised, "Hey, okay, it's okay, don't look so freaked out, you don't gotta! Here, here, give it to me."

"Sorry," She breathed, "sorry this was stupid, I'm not—I'm not like you," she ignored the furrowed, almost offended look on his face, "I'm not fun, Boomer, I'm like the least fun person ever, and this is—" She shook her head, trying so hard to keep the panic at bay, "—something bad will happen, I just know it. I can't have fun because what if something bad happens and I can't keep control of it and—"

The offended look morphed quickly back into surprise as her grip on him tightened. A normal human wouldn't have appreciated the tight, painful grip, but he wasn't a normal human. He put their cups down and reached for her shoulders.

"Blossom! Dude, it's okay. Look at me. Everything's okay. Look, we're fine! Everyone's fine!" He gestured around the room, speaking over her rambling, and when she quieted down enough to follow his directions, people were very much staring.

More panic flared, and she pulled away from him with a terrified squeak. Freaking out was not a Powerpuff thing to do in public.

"Ohhhkay," Boomer announced, abandoning the drinks and pulling her out a set of sliding glass doors leading to the back patio. She welcomed the blast of cold air and broke free from him, bounding down the patio steps and around the corner of the house. There, she sunk down the wall and sat with her head between her knees, breathing.

She wanted nothing more than to call the professor but didn't want to risk getting her sisters in trouble.

"Blossom?" Boomer peeked around the corner, "Shit! Are you okay?"

She jumped at his voice and shot up, wiping her eyes, "Yep! Fine! Sorry, um, I, it's, uh, in there that was weird, wasn't it. Sorry. Ignore that. I'm fine, totally."

Boomer frowned, "So, like, I know you're not, though. Should I get Buttercup or—"

"No!" She interrupted, "No, please don't. She'll be all worried, and it'll ruin her fun, and I'm just—" She deflated, giving up the act as she sunk back to the ground. Who cared? He was drunk anyway, right?

"I'm overwhelmed, that's all. I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to get me to have fun, but it freaks me out. My whole life, I've been on, always trying my best and never feeling like it's good enough, and anytime I ever do anything fun," She shook her head like the word itself was offensive, "it just backfires."

He slid down next to her, "that sucks."

She snorted, "yeah, that's a pretty good word for it."

"Your sisters don't seem to care?"

She looked at him and shrugged, "they worry about other things."

He nodded, "yeah, I get that."

"Do you?" She quirked an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yeah, before—" He broadly gestured, rolling his eyes, "—I was the one in charge of worrying about like food and shit, you know, when we lived in the middle of the fucking forest because that was a real bright idea, Brickhead. That guy," he snorted, "and they say I'm the dumb one."

She giggled, "Brick's too stubborn for his own good."

"You're tellin' me!"

They sat for a while outside, watching the stars, when Boomer spoke up again. It was the longest bout of silence she had ever heard from him.

"Sorry if I pressured you or something in there. I just didn't want you to go."

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her knees, "It's okay. It wasn't like you were acting maliciously. You were just being...sweet."

"Don't tell my brothers, okay?" He smiled, "I've got a rep, you know."

She crossed her heart and locked her lips.

"You know, though, you may wanna think about drinking with your sisters sometime or something. You don't want your first time being drunk stuck at some snotty benefit or with some shit company, just in case. Learned that from experience." His face darkened.

"I feel like I remember hearing something about that."

"My brothers gambled me off!" He threw up his arms, "They lost me in a bet! To Boogie! Who does that!"

She laughed again and slapped a hand over her mouth when he shot her a look, "Sorry!" She spoke through her fingers, "Sorry! Not funny!" But then, she snorted and spit, and soon, they were both laughing.

"Hey?" She asked after they had calmed down.

"Yeah?" He wiped a tear from his eye.

"Could I, well, if you wouldn't mind, could I try again?"

"Drinking?"

"Mhm, if you, um, wouldn't mind staying with me, that is."

Boomer's face broke into a wide, gleaming smile, "duh."

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A pair of arms wrapped around her, and even with the brain fog, she braced herself for an attack and felt silly for it a second later.

"Blossy," Buttercup pressed a smile into her temple. Her breath was warm, and she leaned heavily on her, but the weight was welcomed. It wasn't every day Buttercup initiated a hug, and despite Blossom being the less physical of the three, she leaned into her sister's arms, or more like, practically collapsed.

Nothing bad happened when Buttercup was around. It was the best part about her. It honestly made Blossom a little jealous of how naturally "being a hero" came to her sister and not her, but currently, she pushed that from her mind and enjoyed the warmth.

"Are you still mad at us?" Buttercup laughed, pulling away slightly with a broad, pretty smile, "Boomer teaching you how to have fun?"

The two questions right in a row confused her for a moment, so she shook her head and then corrected herself and nodded.

"I think, uh, I think so?" She murmured back, aware people were watching them but doing an excellent job ignoring their gazes' weight. A first, in her experience.

Buttercup laughed and didn't ask her to clarify whether she thought she was mad or learning to have fun, which was fine by Blossom. Her thoughts were rolling away from her anyway.

"Course I am!" Another arm looped around her shoulders, pulling her into Boomer's chest, "We're doing great, right, Bloss?"

"Yeah," She agreed, relaxing in his hold as she took another sip from her red solo cup. After that, she lost track of the conversation, but Boomer's arm remained around her shoulders, tethering her to reality.

The room they all sat in seemed murky around the edges as she watched the group. Buttercup, surprisingly, held the spotlight. Her laughter was infectious, and Blossom couldn't help but notice how Bubbles she was being. She smiled into her cup as Buttercup launched into another nonsense story that Butch and Robin kept correcting the details of. Boomer would also chime in, prodding on the conversation. He and Buttercup commanded the room together, and she was somehow there with them, soaking it all up.

"Nooo," Buttercup giggled, arguing with Robin, "that's totally not what happened."

Butch snorted, his head lulling to the side as his free hand massaged Buttercup's neck, "babe, that's exactly how it happened."

"No, no," She smiled, letting her head bump against his, "Bloss, you remember, right, there were three snake monsters, not one?"

She blinked, swimming back to the surface at the sound of her name, "Uh, yeah?"

"See!" Buttercup pointed, "Even Blossom agrees with me! Three, not one!"

Butch laughed, sitting up, "Oh please, come on, listen, hey, Red?"

She smiled at him. Butch called her and Brick "Red," and it was cute but also sometimes confusing because who was he talking to? But, then he'd say, ack, both of you always have something to say, so both of you might as well listen, but he'd say it with more curse words, and not exactly like that either, but close, and then, she remembered Butch was waiting for her to answer.

"Yeah?"

"I've got blue hair, right?"

She smiled with him, forgetting the question almost instantly, "Um, yes?"

"No, shush, you're just trying to trick her," Buttercup waved him off over the sound of her own laughter, "no, she remembers, she does!"

Again, the conversation began to dull around her as she sank back into the murky waters of her brain.

Boomer squeezed her shoulders, and she looked up at him with a sluggish blink.

"Still good?" He smiled at her, "How you feelin'?"

She shook her head, but it took her a minute to verbally answer.

"Good," She agreed, more interested in the feel of him next to her and the rumbly sound his chest made when he talked than her state of intoxication, "murky. Dizzy. Uh, slow, but, uh, relaxed? I think relaxed? I don't know. What does that feel like, relaxed?"

He shrugged, his smile growing wider, "I think...like that, actually."

"Oh." She nodded, "That's nice. Good to know."

He laughed, and it was all she could focus on.

"That's nice too," she explained, "have I told you that before? You have a nice laugh."

His eyes crinkled, and he moved to say something, but now, words she couldn't find earlier started bubbling up her throat, and she didn't want to stop them.

"Thank you, by the way," She tangled her fingers with his hand dangling over her shoulder, "for encouraging me to do this and staying with me. I know this is probably boring for you, cause you know, you're bouncy and stuff, but I appreciate it. This was," She looked away from him and shook her head, agreeing with her own thoughts before blurting, "yeah, this was a smart idea, Boom, yeah, uh, yeah, smart, you know, getting drunk for the first time while I'm with people who care about me, and not, you know, some other time."

"Oh!" Boomer blinked a few times, and it seemed now, it was his turn to be at a loss for words, and that was interesting to Blossom because Boomer always had something to say, "uh, yeah, it's, uh—" He cleared his throat and shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, "—no problem, Bloss. Do you want more?"

He gestured to her cup, and she shook her head, "No thank you, I think—" She hiccupped, "—I think that was enough, but can we still sit here?"

"Yeah," He agreed, "yeah, that'd be, uh, sure, no problem."

Taking a page out of Buttercup's book, Blossom gave him a big smile before leaning her head against his shoulder. With a contented sigh, feeling safe and relaxed, she let her eyes slip close, enjoying the conversation flowing around her. It was pretty alright not being boring.

#Bloomer #Bloss wakes up the next morning like: wow what a great bonding moment between me and Boom we're so much closer now :)#and boomer's like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #bubbles wakes up the leader of a fight club #Butch and Buttercup [redacted]#brick wakes up in a dumpster behind mcdonalds with two half-eaten taco bell tacos in his hands #and he's just like okay. better than the white castle's ig. this is growth #hate to inform the readers im most like brick #s/o to my friends who pulled me back into a moving vehicle when they told me we would not be getting the Bell #i was like aigh thnx for the ride mates adios #ladies please ignore the pacing issues in this one i stopped caringggg

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