#my brain is fucked today
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I let the mosquitoes bite me so i can see the sky at its bluest. The camera won’t catch the dark unless i let it linger on the light
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🤏🐸💚.
#finished this just in time to cope w today's ep#cant they just have a fucking break jfc#my brain is full of thoughts about them#my art#din djarin#grogu djarin#clan mudhorn#a clan of two#the mandalorian#star wars#mando#grogu#baby yoda#pedro pascal
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2 years worth of wild moss/seaweed overgrowth in salty sea air. Sanji malfunctions.
@uniquetosmbody had such a galaxy brain prompt in twitter and my samurai aesthetics loving brain inhaled the bait, hook and sinker immediately. : D Thanks for being an inspiration! <3
Reference under the cut~
/casually foams/ How dare this man de gozaru
#roronoa zoro#zoro#long hair zoro#zosan#one piece#sanji screams behind the camera#anniinart#art#uniquetosmbody bless you#MESSY OVERGROWN MOSS#ALL MY YES#I'm feral#you and me both sanji#also a small stubble hahaa the trip was long#zoro naturally doesn't give a fuck#all of it does things to sanjis brain tho#maybe one day I'll actually scan my art again#but not today#keep enjoying the dim phone photos lol#low effort posting is therapy for my screaming perfectionist anxiety brain
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MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME
#bg3#like here my silly ass that doesn't know shit was thinking 'wow i'm actually surprised he's pretty chill with this'#JOKES ON ME I'M BOOBOO THE FOOL#IT'S P R O B A B L Y MORE LIKELY THAT HE JUST ASSUMES IT WON'T LAST AND HE HAS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT#WOW............DAMN............GOT ME#CAUGHT ME SLIPPIN CAUSE I AM A LORE NOVICE HERE....................................#like SURE you could ASSUME that astarion would be flippant about having multiple partners like why wouldn't the flirty one be that way righ#but no no no there's much to think about here i'm unpacking the fucking layers i can feel my mind peeling like an onion#woag mama#i'm not articulate today b/c brain fog but i hope that made any sense#and hey maybe I'M even making assumptions but calling it a 'harmless affair' just.....that hits different#astarion
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I support martyn’s rights as well as his wrongs <3
#limited life#limited life spoilers#inthelittlewood martyn#martyn itlw#he is going to get out of this game and win with whatever he can fucking get#he is going to break anything and everything including us actually. get it martyn#this is really a mess but i had the concept in my brain and i knew if i didn't make it today i would never do it so#NO IT IS NOT 5AM. SORRY IRLS#art out the oven#ALSO IF THIS LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER PIECE OF WORK I DID YEARS AGO.... I DIDN'T MEAN TO BUT HEY WATCHER PARALLELS ARE WATCHER PARALLELS EY
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Ghost after meeting Soap.
Price : Have you slept?
Ghost : Depends what day it is
Price : Go to bed.
#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#captain john price#implied ghostsoap#implied soapghost#ghost is a catboy by the way#Soap is more complicated because he's a cat person and doesn't like dogs but also he's very dogboy leaning personality wise#dad price for the win even if he's only old enough to be big brother price; he's 50 spiritually according to his 'kids'#price would be like 'ok do you want to talk about it?'#and ghost would look at him like 'what do you mean “talk about it” what happened to bottle it up like normal people?'#“i'll just forget all about it” ghost tells himself#and then soap is bumping into him in the corridor and smiling up at him with the power of the fucking sun and wow ghost is in love fuck#i was supposed to draw something for valentine's day but my brain was all no : funny scene first but now it's 9:30 am and i haven't slept#maybe expect something for valentine's day at some point - probably not today tho but like at some point this week maybe ?
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beej and his motorcycle :-{)
#for shan <3#drawn by a guy who doesnt know shit or fuck about motorcycles<3#mash#bj hunnicutt#thank you for donating on kofi!!! sorry it took me a hundred years to make this!!!#im so sorry if the alt text sucks on this one my brain is not working today. pls let me know if you know how to describe the image better#doodles
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I FORGIVE YOU. DON'T BOTHER.
#goodomensedit#goedit#good omens#good omens spoilers#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#userbecca#ughmerlin#tusermyra#jameszmaguire#adding more people this way around but please tell me if you don't give two flying fucks cause that's valid#i've just been feral about them today#so sorry for the double gifset in a day my brain just won't shut up about any of this#and this quote just SPOKE to me like the archangel gabriel himself#rs: hereditary enemies
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in retrospection
#inspired by my brain - who decided to become a fucking calculator in the middle of a pretty good nap earlier today#thus forcing me to wake up and make this#16 + 7 = 23#leo's YOUNG#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo#leo hamato#kirby tag#prime leo au#my art#sonny draws
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i am asleep much in the way that Wally is asleep. that is to say, I Am Not Sleeping
#gave it my best shot for a minute there#really made an effort. its Not Working#see this is what happens when your sleep schedule is Fucked and you usually go to bed when the sun comes up#on a normal night id be jammin to tunes. scribbling with reckless abandon#tonight however i am at Someone Elses place so i need to be Quiet#i need to Sleep i am Driving tomorrow#brain wont cooperate tho. brains a bitch. id like to be unconchus#OH SHIT OH!!! I DO HAVE A JOKE I CAN MAKE BARNABY USE!!!#I HAVE A COUPLE OF OCEAN BASED ONES! FUCK!#sorry train of thought took a detour#im tired. today was mostly very good. had lots of Fun <3#experienced something new! several somethings!!#and now im lamenting my wide-awakeness in a dark room#my hunting gathering badass self is Bored as Hell#and so: wally scribble of him sharing my woes#scribble salad#not gonna tag it as anything else
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a selection of The Library's customers
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One day Hob will get used to The Library's many strange happenings. Maybe. Or probably not.
Today, it's the fact that there's a customer.
Sort of.
The small child who's essentially appeared in Dream's study frowns up at him, hands on her hips. She looks to be about nine. She's wearing a school uniform. Where are her parents?
"This," she says to Dream, horribly affronted, "is not the school library."
"I imagine it did not have what you needed," Dream says. Utterly unbothered by a random child wandering into his shop, seemingly out of nowhere. Hob watches with astonishment from where he's sitting at Dream's desk with a cup of coffee, evidently not needed for this interaction. "What were you looking for?"
"Unicorns," she declares.
It seems odd to Hob that a primary school library wouldn't have any fantasy books with unicorns in them, but what does he know. Dream nods with utter seriousness. "Please wait a moment," he says, and disappears into the bowels of the shop.
"How'd you get in here?" Hob asks as the girl sits down primly in a chair.
"I used the door, silly," she says. Not the front door, surely. Hob definitely hadn't seen her come up the stairs into the study.
Then her eyes light up. "Can I have a scone?"
Hob had brought over a container of them from the cafe, and Dream's been picking at them all morning. Hob passes the kid the container. What the hell else is he supposed to do?
Fortunately, Dream returns before Hob has to figure out what his adult responsibility is as regards an unaccompanied child that probably should be in school right now. Dream hands the girl a stack of at least ten books of varying sizes, presumably about unicorns. The girl looks through them, scrunches her nose up, and asks, "D'you have anything more scientific?"
Dream considers. Then hands her a large, flat book that he definitely hadn't been carrying a moment ago. The girl sets it on the ground, kneeling before it, flipping through the pages. It seems to be made up of scientific diagrams and large, full-color images. Hob sees viscera, organs, bones-- then the girl closes the book again. The cover says, Unicorn Anatomy: Piece by Piece.
The little girl smiles up at him, sharp and pixie-like. "Thank you, Mister Dream," she says, incredibly polite for a child currently grinning madly over unicorn dissections.
Dream nods solemnly. "I hope it will serve you well in your endeavors."
She trots off back into the stacks, to whatever door (?) she came from, and Hob turns to Dream. "Do you often get random children here?"
"The Library finds its customers," Dream says placidly. "She will find her way back to her classroom, worry not."
"Figured that, somehow."
Dream sets the other unicorn books aside and takes up a scone in their place, nibbling on it as he perches on the edge of his desk, looking down at Hob. He seems amused by Hob's confusion. "Why do you have a front door if people don't use it?" Hob asks.
"You use it," Dream points out. Which... is unexpectedly touching. Unexpectedly special.
"Fair enough," he agrees, voice tight.
--
Dream's next customer comes bursting in through a side door as Hob is helping Dream stack some new books. He runs in so fast he has to catch himself against the desk, his business suit tattered and smoking, his hair... literally on fire. He rapidly pats it out.
"Please," he begs, as Dream just observes him calmly from where he's sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I need--"
"1983 Alternate History," Dream fills in. "Yes, I'm sure you do. One moment, please."
As he disappears into the stacks, the customer leans against the desk, panting for breath. Hob doesn't think offering a scone is going to help in this case. He's not sure what else would help, either.
Fortunately, Dream returns quickly, handing the shaking man an equally tattered grey book that is indeed titled, in a concerning handwritten scrawl, User's Guide to 1983 - Alternate Version. And, subtitled: FOR EMERGENCY USE ONLY.
"Thanks," breathes the man, clutching the book to him. And with no more explanation than that, he runs back through the door he came from. Hob thinks he catches a glimpse of something very large and very on fire through the doorway, but the door swings closed too fast to tell for sure.
"They would do well to pass that around rather than returning it," Dream says, before sitting back down and returning to his book sorting.
Hob is naturally curious, but he thinks about all the fire and this time decides he doesn't want to know.
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"...Hi?"
For once, Hob has successfully convinced Dream to stop working for a moment. Dream is, in fact, currently sitting on his lap, resting his head on Hob's shoulder in a half-doze as Hob regales him with a university story that's certainly crazy enough to fit in with any of the books in The Library. But Library customers don't follow a nine - to - five schedule, Hob's learned this well enough by now.
Dream does not seem embarrassed to have been caught in this position. He just stands fluidly, stretching his arms over his head. "Yes?"
The young person standing hesitantly in the middle of the room -- might be eighteen? twenty? once he crossed thirty Hob lost the ability to tell young adults' ages with any accuracy, they all seem like kids -- twists their hands together and says, "Could you help me find a book?"
Dream nods and waits for them to tell him which one.
The kid glances back and forth between the two of them nervously, like they think one or both of them might judge their selection. Hob tries to look non-threatening, even though it's hard to look more non-threatening when he's already half-sunk into the couch, wearing sweatpants, and was just caught cuddling his boyfriend in a semi-public space. He's also certain that whatever book this kid might be after, The Library definitely has something more concerning and more questionable.
Like Alternate 1983 History, for example.
Dream probably already knows what they're looking for, too, he always does.
Dream just tilts his head in beckoning and walks off into the stacks, his customer following behind, still wringing their hands.
Hob's fully expecting only Dream to come back, for his customer to disappear through another exit -- none of which Hob can ever find later. But they both come back through around ten minutes later, Dream carrying a book with a yellow cover. The study is close and cozy enough that Hob can make out the title -- Gender Queer -- as Dream passes it over, and oh, yeah, he gets it now. Granted, Hob himself has always been more of the type to punch people out whenever they give him any shit, but he understands the impulse, the need, sometimes, to hide.
The teen clutches yellow-covered book close to their chest. "You can take it home," Dream says when they make no move to leave.
They look down at the cover and then back up at Dream. "...I'm not sure I can," they say at length. "It's too, um. Obvious."
Dream just raises an eyebrow. "Is it?"
Hob swears he didn't look away, but as he follows the teen customer's gaze back down, the book has definitely changed. The cover is blue now, and it seems to be about maths, though it's hard to make out from far away. The kid flips through the pages, and they must be different from before for they look up at Dream in disbelief.
Dream, the fucker, just winks. Presses the book closed again, upon which the cover returns to yellow.
"Algebra is scintillating," he drawls, turning away and snatching up the container of scones from a side table -- a not-insignificant part of Hob's job, at this point, is just keeping Dream in scones -- "and suitable for any young person. Take a scone with you, too." He holds out the container. "Hob's are the best."
And with a tiny smile, the kid takes one.
#btw of ALL the books so far mentioned in this au Gender Queer is the ONLY one that's actually a real book XD#all the others are made up#conservatives in the US keep scapegoating Gender Queer and trying to get it banned#love hob doing literally fuck all in this. like does he ever work? who knows#all he does is snog dream a lot. good life tbh#bookstore cryptid dream#dreamling#my writing#dreamling fic#a warm up to hopefully get my brain churning enough today to finish in waking dreams
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Actually, happy one year anniversary to this exchange in particular:
#dndads#gothcleats#hehe hey someone's gotta celebrate it this was so big (to me)#scary marlowe#lincoln li wilson#I actually *do* have a tiny something planned for today for a different ship but I need to finish that still lol#in the meantime ''Relationship status: enemies closer'' continues to live rent free in my brain#fuck I shoulda done a gothcleats compilation for today that woulda been fun!#ah well. eventually!
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"Do you think Philza's okay?"
Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.
"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?
Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"
"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."
"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"
"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."
"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."
It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.
"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.
"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."
"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"
"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"
"The codes?"
"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."
"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."
"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.
Mostly.
"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"
"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."
Pac nods, and Fit types.
You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.
Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate
Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?
You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there
That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.
"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."
Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.
"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.
They warp together, and at the same time.
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Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"
Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.
"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."
"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.
"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."
"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"
"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."
Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.
Philza sighs, and caves.
"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."
Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.
They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.
"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.
Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."
"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."
Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.
It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.
"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.
When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.
"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."
Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.
He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.
"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"
"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."
They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.
It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.
"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"
"You needed a guard," Philza says.
"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."
It's true, and they both know it.
Philza, however, doesn't speak.
At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.
"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"
"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."
"Promise?"
Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.
Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.
"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."
Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.
"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."
"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."
Fit squeezes his shoulder again.
"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."
Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.
#qsmp fanfic#qsmp philza#qsmp fit#qsmp pac#this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard#coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself#none of them are okay and they all need a hug#they got one in canon!#this is some more#and now my hands are completely dead#fuck three minifics in a day ow#brain really is just on nyoom today#it will not shut up#ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints#i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse#else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings
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He's having a rough morning :V
#rottmnt#rottmnt oc#rottmnt todd#my art#basically how my day has been but projecting that onto pico#my brain is still trying to function being awake after being woken up from kids#there is so much fucking noise#my neighbor has been blasting her music ALL DAY LONG I WISH THESE WALLS WERENT SO THIN#HGADJSHDJKAFKLDJF#the vibes are not in my favor today#that's pico's mom and younger siblings on him btw#pico opossum
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HAD TO draw Him from @cupcakeslushie 's separated au. ain't nothing better than a donatello who has something seriously wrong with him <3 <3 <3
#i think i fucked up the design a little but ive drawn like 7 hours worth of turtles today my brain is fried#there was actually stuff i had to do today#that didn't include drawing turtles#but WHATEVER!!#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#donnie rottmnt#donatello rottmnt#rottmnt fanart#rise of the tmnt#sep!au#sep!au fanwork#letter art#and as always#cw eye strain
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Does anyone else feel like Aylinluna was horribly out of character this episode?? I've heard that apparently some things were cut, so that might be the reason but it still felt weird. Like ur telling me Luna, who has literally been so respectful of Aylin's boundaries literally even last episode, is suddenly forcing her to go out of her comfort zone?? Okay, fine, I understand the concept of wanting ur gf to get along with ur friends, but ur telling me Luna wouldn't stand up for Aylin when someone is clearly getting in her face and making her uncomfortable?? That she would call her an ALIEN??!!!
#look how they massacred my boy#everyone clap that i even spelled that word#god idk today's ep just felt off in general#ongsasun the only saving grace#also let me tell u#u can rlly tell they r lesbians#the only other gmmtv show I've watched was bad buddy#and each step for those boys was like pulling teeth#these two r like doing a speedrun compared to that#they went confess ✅ start dating ✅ kiss ✅ have sex ✅#am i allowed to say sex on tumblr???#also that's what happened right dhsh#imagine if the towel just fell#next ep starts and its ongsa like OH FUCK SORRY#anyway back to aylinluna#the fuck is up with ton#i have such mixed feelings abt that man#sometimes he's a himbo and slay and all#but sometimes he acts like he has the brain of a toddler#earlier episodes luna would've slapped him !!#like what do u mean everyone is like U OKAY after he just accosted not one but two girls#ugh idk#i just dont like how they seem to be going the route of: im ur gf so im gonna baby u#come psppss come socialize silly#LEAVE LUNA ALONE SHE WOULDN'T#also am i crazy but like Aylin's interacted with those ppl before#maybe not ton and mawin but everyone is acting as if she hadn't been making strides in social interaction already#23.5#23.5 the series#aylinluna
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