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Fanfiction. Literally every other animated thing I can think of. Probably other stuff.

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Perfect Paradise

(art commissioned from @hekuuu )

"Don't be bemused, it's just the news!

After twenty years of marriage power couple Adrien and Marinette Dupain-Cheng have divorced! Following on the heels of Felix Graham de Vanily's shocking confession has everyone wondering: Is this what drove a wedge between the happiest couple in Paris?"

Ch.1 Tearing at the Seams

Juleka stared at the TV as Nadja's words sank in. That... couldn't be right. Could it?

"... M. And Mme. Dupain-Cheng have three children..."

Oh god, the kids! Juleka felt the unpleasant memory of Jagged's absence when she was growing up sting like a wasp. Sharp and unexpected. Like it always did.

Rose burst in, phone open to the same story playing on the TV. Nadja was one of the few news anchors she trusted not to spread misinformation about their most famous friends.

Still her eyes held disbelief as she looked to her wife. "Juleka? Did you...?"

Juleka shook her head. "He didn't tell me anything." From the way Nadja was saying that they were already divorced Adrien didn't tell anyone.

Pulling out her own phone Juleka called the man whose face was plastered all over the news. Adrien would hate that.

"Hey, it's Adrien! You caught me catnapping but leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

"Adrien! We just saw the news! ...God, I don't know what to say. You didn't-" Juleka took a breath as she cut herself off. Adrien had enough to deal with without her adding to it. "If you need any help. With the kids or whatever just call me. Okay? You're still a member of Kitty Section."

Juleka shot Rose a questioning look who nodded vigorously. "You're still our bandmate even if it's been a while. Okay? We're here for you."

Having said what she needed to Juleka hung up. Hoping her words would remind Adrien that he had people who cared about him. It may be a few years since they were in the same support group but Juleka still remembered him. Just like Adrien still remembered her.

Rose was typing furiously. Probably to Marinette. Adrien may not mind being called but it made Marinette's anxiety spike. And she was busy running Dupain-Cheng Fashions.

"Rose, sweetheart, keep it short." Juleka reminded her as she reached for Rose to sit beside her on the couch.

Her wife's fingers pausing with an "-Oh-" as she sat down hard. "I don't think it's sunk in yet."

"Yeah..." Juleka still remembered how Rose looked the first time she walked on stage wearing a Marinette original. Marinette and Adrien letting Rose hold Louis in her arms as their friends looked on. Adrien's lovesick look that never faded since they were teenagers.

"It doesn't seem real..."

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"Madame Mayor, what's your response to the people that say Chat Noir shouldn't have-"

"I'm sorry it wasn't me," Mylène interrupted, turning to the next reporter. "Yes?"

"Madame Mayor, the people of Paris want to know if the extradition of Felix Graham de Vanily, also known as Argos, is still a priority?"

"Yes! I've spoken with the President and he assures me that we will continue pressuring the UK government to honor our treaties."

"What about accusations of leniency to one Adrien Agreste?" Asked a reporter from one of those papers that might as well have been a tabloid.

Mylène's eye twitched. "Dupain-Cheng," she corrected.

"Isn't M. Agreste the leading contributor to your campaign?" he continued. "Some people have suggested-"

"If these 'people' have any evidence that Adrien Dupain-Cheng collaborated with Monarch I encourage them to come forward. Otherwise I suggest you refrain from spreading rumors and slander. Thank you, that'll be all."

Mylène was followed by a chorus of "Madame Mayor! Madame Mayor!" as she stepped away from the podium.

Once out of sight she collapsed into a chair. Humming Smelly Wolf to herself to settle the hammering in her chest.

"Water?"

She looked up from the offered water bottle to see her longtime boyfriend smiling gently at her. "Yes, please." Mylène returned the smile as Ivan picked her up before setting her back down in his lap.

One of the few advantages to being a short adult.

"I'm glad you took the time to come," Mylène said as she leaned her head onto his chest.

Ivan shrugged. "Kitty Section is taking a break after the last tour and I know how much you hate these things."

Smiling against his shirt Mylène traced his band's logo. "Have I said I love you today?"

"Love you too," Ivan beamed.

"Ahem."

Reluctantly Mylène turned to her aide. Ignoring the slight reproach in his expression at the Mayor of Paris sitting on her boyfriend's lap. At least it was an improvement from him blushing and avoiding eye contact... She thinks. "Yes, what is it?"

"We might have to go with a different dress for the fundraiser. Depending on how... volatile the situation is with M. Adrien."

Mylène blinked. The dress Marinette donated so she wouldn't stand out among Adrien's snobby rich acquaintances? "Huh?"

Her aide handed her his tablet and Mylène read the headline. "Well... shit."

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"Max! Oh, Max! Wherefore art thou Max?"

"Ha, ha, Kim. Very funny."

"He lives!" Kim raised his arms as Max came back into view of his webcam.

Alix snorting and Ondine shaking her head fondly in their respective tabs onscreen.

"We were just ironing out the kinks to the new software!" Markov explained as he floated next to Max.

"Hey, Markov."

"Hi, Markov!"

"S'up!"

"Hello, Alix, Kim and Ondine." Markov smiled with his eyes. "It's nice to see you again. Congratulations on your new job Kim!"

"I still say leaving him in charge of kids is a bad idea," Alix piped up.

"Uh-huh. Remind me who out of the both of us has gotten arrested the most?" Kim smirked.

"ACAB!" Alix snapped. Blushing from the fact that she'd been caught more often than Kim rather than anything else.

"ACAB," they chorused. Alix had taken to tagging protest art in very public places after joining Mylène and Ivan's activism. Well, on a more permanent basis than the rest of them.

"Besides," Ondine chimed in, "Kim cares about the sport. He's not gonna let them do anything reckless." She narrowed her eyes. "Right?"

Kim put on his most innocent expression, which wasn't very innocent at all. "Me? Encourage recklessness? I would never!"

Alix snorted.

"Statistically speaking there's an eighty percent chance of Kim encouraging reckless behavior in those he interacts with," Max said.

"Ha!" Alix smirked.

"But, of course, the data is skewed on account of Alix being the main data point."

Kim guffawed while Ondine covered her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle her laughter.

"You're all terrible," Alix announced.

Whatever comeback Kim was going to retort with was interrupted by his phone chiming. "Oh shit."

"What?"

"What is it?"

"Adrien and Marinette are getting divorced."

Alix blinked as her own phone chimed. Sure enough Kim was right.

"Max, you look a little off," Ondine stated.

"Yeah, dude. Aren't you the one always saying that marriage has a fifty percent divorce rate?"

"Certainly reminded me when I got married," Ondine nodded.

"Twice!" Kim elaborated.

"Yes, thank you Kim."

"Well... Yes." Max admitted. "But I always thought those two would beat the odds."

"We all did," Alix nodded. "But life throws you curve balls. Believe me, I didn't expect to spend my last year of collège time traveling."

"Lucky!"

"Kim, she had to repeat a grade."

"Oh yeah."

As his friends went back to bantering amongst themselves Markov started running calculations in his head...

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"You hear the news?" Marc asked.

"Yeah." Nathaniel continued sketching the next page of their comic. "Hand me that would you?"

Marc gave a chuckle as they handed Nath the ruler. "Chloe's ranting about how she 'always knew this would happen' on Twitter."

"You should really block her," Nathaniel pointed out, still not looking up.

"True," Marc admitted without giving any indication that they would. "So... You don't have anything to say?"

Nathaniel sighed as he straightened up. "I mean, shit, Marc. We don't know anything about what happened. We haven't talked to either of them in over a year. I just... Don't give me that look."

"What look?" Marc asked innocently while giving Nath the Look™.

Nathaniel grumbled as he pulled out his phone.

Marc beaming at him.

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"One ticket for Paris, please."

"Sure thing! Is that one way?"

"Yes, please."

"... Y'know. You look an awful lot like one of Kitty Section's guitarists."

Luka smiled. "I get that a lot."

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Kagami downed her glass of Romanee-Conti wine like a shot and then poured herself another.

The news playing in 4K on her Samsung QLED flat screen.

Turning on one of the stools of her personal bar to look at the TV. A picture of Adrien's smiling face staring back at her.

She raised her glass. "To proving me wrong."

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Nino stared at his phone for a moment before sighing and rising to his feet. "So it's over."

Alya narrowed her eyes as she quickly left money on the table for their coffees. "That broke way too fast. Someone blabbed."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later, dude."

"Preferably later."

Nino nodded. "Yeah. You know where she'll be?"

"The studio, drowning herself in work like always. You?"

"Home," Nino stated simply as their paths split. "He always goes home..."

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[thememedaddy]

[the-final-sif]

So! This is a perfect case study in situations where you should be wary of misinformation.

Take a moment and ask yourself, a project like this requires a lot of time, money and dedication of resources, why would scientists dedicate that time to something that could just be done by a tree?

The answer is they wouldn't. So that means this claim requires further investigation!

This project is called LIQUID 3, and it's not meant for cities with wide open spaces, it's meant for cities like Belgrade in Serbia. These cities are densely populated and heavily polluted, to the point where pollution actually chokes out current trees and makes creating green spaces difficult.

Liquid 3 was a PhD scientists answer to these problems. The microalgae tank is intended for spaces where you either:

Don't have enough space to plant full trees, or

Don't have enough time to plant trees and wait for them to grow up.

The tank is extremely efficient when you consider the amount of space needed compared to the amount of CO2 turned into oxygen. The tank can operate throughout the winter. And most importantly, it can be quickly set up in areas that desperately need relief from air pollution NOW not in 10 years when trees are done growing. Children currently suffocating on polluted air can't wait for trees to grow, they need to be taken care of now, and Liquid 3 is one of the ways to take care of them. Depending on the species of microalgea used, a number have shown a pretty amazing capacity to pull heavy metals out of the air which is something trees can get choked up by.

The tanks aren't just tanks either! Liquid 3 have solar panels placed on top, they have lighting and mobile phone charging, and they work as public benches. The designers of it want to encourage green spaces where there's room, but where there isn't room or time, Liquid 3 can step in. Realistically, this isn't a replacement for trees. It's replacing boring metal city benches with new, cooler benches that also clean the air (and have at least some heating during the winter).

Not only that, but the microalgea that grows is native to Serbia and all that microalgea has a ton of great uses! It makes for great fertilizer, compost, wastewater treatment, cleaner biofuels and even for helping create new tanks for further air purification. They only require a quick algae divide once a month, and the produced algae can be carted off to where ever it's needed. This makes them effective solutions for areas that can't sustain complex installations.

So yeah, there's actually quite a lot of places that would like these. Lots of people currently breathing in terrible quality air would much rather have their boring city benches replaced with really fucking cool algae tanks that clean the air and can be used to help create + sustain future green spaces in cities. I dunno about you, but I'd take that over a dumb metal bench any day. Put these at every bus stop and I'd be delighted.

[straawberries]

can ppl pls reblog this version

[obsidian-flame]

Serbian here living in Belgrade! This is all true and I've actually seen some of these around the city a few times. They're amazing at what they do and really cool to watch up close because you can see pretty swirling inside them. It's not only functional but aesthetically pretty nice as well!

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:

“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”

“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”

Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”

“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”

“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”

“WHY QUESTION???”

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.

“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”

“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”

“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”

“WHY QUESTION?????”

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Grace is like one of those extremely finicky tropical fish who instantly die if not kept in extremely specific conditions.

Only here the fish can talk and keeps asking you to make it vodka.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

this is veering slightly off the point but adding vodka to a tropical fish tank actually does have benefits and is a thing many fishkeepers do regularly. creatures just long for the hydrocarbons

[tearsofrefugees]

Fear of Deportation Silences Immigrant Workers -

Immigrant workers in NYC face threats of deportation when seeking compensation for wage theft and injuries, as employers weaponize immigrati

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Perfect Paradise Ch.35: You've Taken Slaves Like Ocean Waves, Now Feel the Ocean Seethe

Summary:

Man-made(?) horrors beyond your comprehension.

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Emma wasn't herself.

The adults spoke furtively about the man that intruded upon their little town yesterday.

How he looked at the children playing in the street like they were rodents under his feet. Nose turned up at the abandoned buildings as though it was their fault the plague took so many. Staring with those same small-minded eyes all the People of the Air had when gazing at the Children of the Deep.

Like he wished the earth would open its maw and devour them whole. Just so he wouldn't have to look at them.

Emma shuddered shoulders that were not her own and all but dragged her little brother back to the house. Leaving Father to speak with the other fishermen.

She couldn't wait to join grandmother beneath the waves. Even if the metamorphosis was still decades off. The sea called to her... Though she would be lying if she said the weight of this surface world didn't bear down on her like Atlas lifting the sky.

It didn't always. Once, when she was much younger, Emma begged her father to let her see the world outside their small town. That day was so full of promise. The sun shone down like Father Dagan himself and glittered on the waves.

It was only the next town over but to Emma it was a whole nother world. There were so many people! So many kids her age. It was a holiday, she couldn't remember which, but it meant the adults didn't have to work and their children played.

That's how Emma met her first (and last) friend. The fancy ladies kept their daughters away but the common folk cared little for the propriety of children. Running and playing with the boys. Teaming up when one of said boys remembered they were girls and didn't keep it to himself. For a whole day that girl was Emma's best friend.

Until it was time to leave.

Mother came to fetch her but Emma didn't want to go. She pulled and Mother's shawl slipped. Revealing eyes too round and too far apart; a wide mouth with thin lips; skin patterned with green scales; hair already falling out.

The girl screamed. Calling Emma's mother a monster before running away. Not even looking back.

Suddenly the town that had seemed so inviting a moment before was like the open jaws of a shark. But with less mercy in those cold, judging eyes. Mothers held their children close as violence filled their Fathers' eyes. They left quickly.

Emma never asked to go outside the town again.

So she waited.

Day after day.

Year after Year.

Waited for her eyes to grow apart and her hair to fall out. Like her grandmother and her grandmother before her.

... Perhaps it was alright that the man had escaped, she hoped. Even if the adults worried no harm came of it.

But Emma didn't really believe that. Didn't believe the People of the Air would leave them alone.

Because she saw it.

Growing out of their heads. Pulsing like veins. Bulbous mushrooms not glowing a sickly yellow but made of yellow. It's spores spreading, infecting the mob.

Fear made manifest. A Parallax in spiritual form.

And yet, it was still a shock when a dozen war vehicles came roaring down the only road into town. Yellow mushrooms of light that only she could see encrusting every vehicle. Carrying the same small-minded men that threw rocks at her Mother.

Only this time they brought more than stones.

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[deerwiththeears]

"you just want him to be trans" correct! i do! because i'm black and trans! can you name two black trans characters without looking it up? I can. can you?

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

"How dare you project your identity onto a fictional character!"

Right. Because no one's ever done that before. (Sarcasm)

[bringina]

everyone please clap for the funniest joke the anime made up without it having basis in the manga; diegetic sparkles. 12/10 no notes.

[beaft]

trying to organise plans in your mid 20s feels like trying to arrange a political summit during a civil war

[squeaksterr]

reblog game tell me a girl character youre obsessed with (men you headcanon as women are not allowed)

[house-rat]

As an aro who has been abused by those who loved me, I want to see more love as horror. Love as suffocation. Love as violence. I don’t want to hear “if they really loved you they wouldn’t have—” as if love is some pure force, some inherent good. Show me love that is evil. Love that is haunting. Love that is poison dressed up as a cure.

[five-angry-bees-in-a-trench-coat]

Watched The Fall Guy and now I am the biggest fan of Coltland Twins. Also, can't help but notice the thumbs up (stunt guy bullshit lol) in The Fall Guy, compared to Rocky and Ryland's thumbs down in PHM movie

[beaniebaneenie]

The thumbs up/down (especially Ryland's insistence on it being thumbs up 😭)

The fact that Dan's first movie quote to inspire Colt is from "Rocky"

The way both Colt and Ryland pick up handfuls of sand

Colt "sure I'll take that drink from a drug dealer" Seavers and Ryland "it's been a long time since I took a pill from someone without knowing what it was" Grace

Colt's Miami Vice jacket & Ryland's fox cardigan

Their mutual obsession with coffee (and never getting to drink any)

"You need glucose! For simple, cognitive function!" and "staggering waste of carbon"

The way they both talk to themselves, almost like they're used to constantly having another presence there to bounce ideas, to run theories, to make jokes- and the moment they don't, they simply fill in the other side of the conversation, because they know what their other half would say

Ryland's "some people are failures and don't rise to the challenge" speech and Colt's "you didn't sign up for the thumbs down version of me" speech 😭😭😭

....they ARE twins, your honor. hell, at this point you have to squint to find evidence they're NOT related.

[bibigo-lover]

Some headcanons for Ryland and Colt you ask?

Colt is usually seen as the tough, independent brother but I think he would be secretly clingy and sentimental. Here is my completely made up/non canon proof:

- Colt was originally left-handed but he forced himself to be right-handed so him and Ryland would be the same. It lead to his handwriting being notoriously bad. Teachers called Ryland to their classrooms on multiple occasions because he was the only one who could always read his papers.

- Colt was a natural at driving but pretended to be bad so Ryland didn’t have to repeat driving school alone. Ryland figured it out as soon as he saw him ace his drivers test.

- Ryland loved going to the movie theater. Colt always went but his ADHD made focusing a struggle. One time Ryland saw Colt snapping a rubber band on his wrist to stay focused during a particularly long movie. Right after that, Ryland coincidentally decided he liked watching them at home with popcorn refill breaks in the middle of movie.

- Colt didn’t want to have a different last name for his stage name. The only reason he did it was because his agent told him it would be better for Ryland’s academic career if Colt’s stunt work didn’t show up when someone Googled “Dr Grace”. He still cried when he signed the papers.

- Colt thought the UNSCO situation was hilarious until Ryland started crying over the phone in the airport. He backed out of a very good film to be in San Francisco as soon as Ryland landed.

- When Colt travels for a movie, he sends Ryland a postcard. Ryland always replies with a postcard from San Francisco. It started as a joke but one time he didn’t send one and Colt called him to make sure he was alive. Ryland always sent one after that. Colt keeps all of them in a box under his bed.

Okay that’s all for now, I have to go back to work lmao.

- E 🌖

how much i looooove my coltland twins. these are all so spot-on. my additions below:

i’m 100% certain that colt is the more likely to contact and call out of the two of them, considering that he’s always on the move. there’s a bit of responsibility on his end to assure that ryland knows if colt has screwed up his back again or busted his nose. ryland has pointed out on occasion that he’s got the short end of the stick when it comes to being colt’s emergency contact; one of them is being called up MUCH more than the other.

ryland definitely despises visiting colt on set for the sheer reason that a PA mistakenly guided him to a free fall stunt. when he realized what was happening, he definitely yelped. high-pitched. the cast and crew were so confused until ryland was yelling in circles about how he wasn’t colt. obviously, colt thought it was the funniest thing ever. and now, ryland only ever goes straight to colt’s trailer. no exploring involved.

the fact that they’re so clearly different doesn’t override the fact that they both have such an ego on them. their cockiness and headstrong nature gets applied in different ways—colt with his stunts and ryland with his research—but it’s very clear that they both have it.

colt starting in hollywood while ryland is doing his undergrad in molecular bio, there’s a little bit of separation anxiety involved. the proudest ryland ever feels in those four years is when his study groups suggest going to the movies and he knows that his brother is going to be in all the clips where the leads are supposed to be jumping off roofs or rolling over cars.

too soon to say that colt might drop the stage name after the beetles touch back down to earth…

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

"It's like the author doesn't trust their audience."

Gee, I wonder why a Person of Color doesn't trust white people to notice the obvious. 😒

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

"I prefer stories with more Subtlety."

Y'all can't even detect racism without someone spelling it out for you. 🙄

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Perfect Paradise Ch.35: You've Taken Slaves Like Ocean Waves, Now Feel the Ocean Seethe

Summary:

Man-made(?) horrors beyond your comprehension.

------------------------

Emma wasn't herself.

The adults spoke furtively about the man that intruded upon their little town yesterday.

How he looked at the children playing in the street like they were rodents under his feet. Nose turned up at the abandoned buildings as though it was their fault the plague took so many. Staring with those same small-minded eyes all the People of the Air had when gazing at the Children of the Deep.

Like he wished the earth would open its maw and devour them whole. Just so he wouldn't have to look at them.

Emma shuddered shoulders that were not her own and all but dragged her little brother back to the house. Leaving Father to speak with the other fishermen.

She couldn't wait to join grandmother beneath the waves. Even if the metamorphosis was still decades off. The sea called to her... Though she would be lying if she said the weight of this surface world didn't bear down on her like Atlas lifting the sky.

It didn't always. Once, when she was much younger, Emma begged her father to let her see the world outside their small town. That day was so full of promise. The sun shone down like Father Dagan himself and glittered on the waves.

It was only the next town over but to Emma it was a whole nother world. There were so many people! So many kids her age. It was a holiday, she couldn't remember which, but it meant the adults didn't have to work and their children played.

That's how Emma met her first (and last) friend. The fancy ladies kept their daughters away but the common folk cared little for the propriety of children. Running and playing with the boys. Teaming up when one of said boys remembered they were girls and didn't keep it to himself. For a whole day that girl was Emma's best friend.

Until it was time to leave.

Mother came to fetch her but Emma didn't want to go. She pulled and Mother's shawl slipped. Revealing eyes too round and too far apart; a wide mouth with thin lips; skin patterned with green scales; hair already falling out.

The girl screamed. Calling Emma's mother a monster before running away. Not even looking back.

Suddenly the town that had seemed so inviting a moment before was like the open jaws of a shark. But with less mercy in those cold, judging eyes. Mothers held their children close as violence filled their Fathers' eyes. They left quickly.

Emma never asked to go outside the town again.

So she waited.

Day after day.

Year after Year.

Waited for her eyes to grow apart and her hair to fall out. Like her grandmother and her grandmother before her.

... Perhaps it was alright that the man had escaped, she hoped. Even if the adults worried no harm came of it.

But Emma didn't really believe that. Didn't believe the People of the Air would leave them alone.

Because she saw it.

Growing out of their heads. Pulsing like veins. Bulbous mushrooms not glowing a sickly yellow but made of yellow. It's spores spreading, infecting the mob.

Fear made manifest. A Parallax in spiritual form.

And yet, it was still a shock when a dozen war vehicles came roaring down the only road into town. Yellow mushrooms of light that only she could see encrusting every vehicle. Carrying the same small-minded men that threw rocks at her Mother.

Only this time they brought more than stones.

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[cloudabserk]

grace is like rocky be honest am i too clingy? and rocky is like grace i would mind meld with you if i could.

[moderatly-fast-chickens-blog]

The new guy is going to dissolve himself with his face issues