it has not taken long

They're Jealous

A/N:I know that I have been gone for a while, and that I haven’t posted any stories. The main reason is because I never had time. My weeks were always busy. But now that my main activity is over, I finally can start writing again! I’m very excited to start writing again. But this is crap, I’m sorry for the person who requested this. And that it has taken soooooooo long to post.

Pairing: Shawn X Female reader
Word count: 640?
Requested: Yes| love your writing!! can you write one where you’re an actress whose dating Shawn but your a couple year older and people are making a big deal about it

Warnings: CRAAAAAP WRITING


Shawn Mendes (20) dating actress Y/N Y/L/N (24). Age gap, scary?

Shawn Mendes dating older woman.

Shawn Mendes confirms rumors of dating older actress Y/N Y/L/N.
As everyone has been suspecting, Shawn Mendes (20) has confirmed the rumors of dating actress Y/N Y/L/N (24) during an interview with TMZ. He was asked, “There has been so many rumors going around about you and the actress Y/N Y/L/N. We were wondering if you can deny or confirm anything.” Shawn responds with, “Uh-yeah, I can confirm that we are together. And that we are very happy together.”  We are happy for these two but the age gap, of four years, seems a bit scary….

*****


“Hey babe,” You said as Shawn entered your apartment. He waved to you slightly as he was taking off his shoes, as well as he took off his coat. The smile on your face fell as you saw the state Shawn was in. “Shawn, are you okay?” You asked putting your phone down on the empty space of couch beside you. He mumbled something you didn’t catch, but he shook his head.

He sat beside you. “Shawn, tell me what’s wrong. Please.” You said running your fingers through his hair. He sighed before turning his head to look at you, his eyes saddened.

“It’s just all these articles saying that four years is such an age gap, when it’s not. It’s just getting on my nerves.” You continue to run your fingers through his hair trying calm him down.

“Shawn, we’ve been together for a year, and it hasn’t effect you until some stupid article said something?” You asked. He sighed. “I just wish people could get out of our business, we were fine until I confirmed things.”

“It’s not your fault Shawn. I want you to know that. It’s those people out there who just want to hurt us because they know they can’t be with you. They’re jealous of me because I have the hottest boyfriend ever.” You smiled. He chuckled.

“No, I think its the other way around. You’re the hot one.” He said as he turned his body to be on top of yours. His hands are on either side of you. You giggled at his quick movements. Your eyes met his and you watched as his eyes scanned your body.

“Thank you for cheering me up, babe.” He said with a smile on his face. “No problem. Now kiss me.” He giggled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

****

“Welcome Shawn Mendes everybody!” The crowd begins to go wild as Shawn waves to them, shyly. He still is trying to get used to do live interviews. “Shawn.” James Cordon said, Host of the Late Late Show. “James.” Shawn responded.

“You recently confirmed the vast rumors of you and Y/N Y/L/N dating, correct?” Shawn nodded in response. Shawn smile seemed not like his famous, happy one. “You don’t seem happy about this fact, can I ask what’s going on?” James asked.

“Well, Y/N and I have been together for over a year, and we were doing great. But we knew that if we told the press they would be stuck on one fact. And that fact is that she is four years older than me. But we never had a problem with it. None of our friends have problems with it. And whats most important is that our families don’t have a problem with it. But the press and people, that call themselves our fans, have a problem with it. We are happy together and it doesn’t really matter what other people think of our relationship other than ourselves.”

“Well said Mendes, well said. Hear that everyone! Stop pestering this poor guy and his beautiful girlfriend!” Shawn chuckled at James as the interview continued.

“Any songs on SM3 about Y/N?” James went on to ask. Shawn smiled shyly and let out a breathy laugh. “A few, yeah.”

“We can’t wait Shawn!”

anonymous asked:

Jongin #23 ☁ plsss!! I love all of ur writing btw I can't wait to see what else you post! I was wondering if ur planning on doing a 'as your boyfriend' for the rest of the exo members? KEEP ON WRITING!💞

(I’m sorry this has taken so long anon, my inbox is breaking right now for some reason! And I am! I only have jongin and sehun left now! Thank you so much or you support! Thank you for requesting hun, I hope you like it! -M🌸♡)

Staying at Jongin’s parents house is great and you love seeing his family, but you were never allowed to share the same bed…

Huffing, you shuffled around on the cold and crisp mattress. You weren’t used to not having you boyfriend sleeping soundly, cuddled up next to you, and it felt lonely. Despite him literally being on a blow up mattress right next to you.

You looked over you shoulder to the floor, where Jongin lay, arms folded behind his head, eyes closed. He looked comfortable enough; he may even be asleep, which made you even more alone. You never minded coming to Jongin’s house for birthdays and other family celebrations, but you were a little bitter about the fact that you still weren’t allowed to sleep in the same bed. You were both old enough and mature enough to be able to sleep next to each other, and yet his parents still insisted on the separate sleeping arrangement.

“Y/n?” Jongin’s hushed voice filled the space, and without a second thought you turned you body over, making the bed creak slightly, to look at your boyfriend.

“Yeah?”

“Are you asleep?”

“No.” You could hear the shuffling of duvets and pillows along with the air mattress moving from side, until you saw the shadow of the tall figure looming over you.

“Budge over.” You could feel the smile edge onto your face as you quickly moved over so he could climb in, wrapping the duvet, and his strong arms around you. You sighed in sweet relief, nuzzling into his neck and drowning in his scent.

“This feels better.” You mumbled against his hot skin, and you could feel his chest rumble in a low, agreeing hum. You felt his fingers trace patterns up and down your arm, until he reached your hand, interlacing your fingers.

“I’m sorry about my parents.” Jongin rested his forehead against yours and you smiled, closing your eyes.

“It’s fine, it’s only for a couple nights anyway.” You felt him nod and kiss your forehead lovingly, tightening his grip around you waist and pulling you into him, letting a satisfied sigh out.

“I wish we could stay like this.” You looked up to him hopefully; even though you knew it was very unlikely you would end up staying in this position.

“Me too.” Jongin smiled pitifully down to you, then propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you. You turned to lie on your back so you could look back up to him properly, holding onto his arm that was supporting him.

“We have two options.” His groggy voice made you smile lovingly up at him; it was moments like this when your heart felt overwhelmed with love. “Option one, we stay like this until five in the morning, and then I have to leave back to the other bed. Or option two, I leave now.” Hi fingers played with your hair and he looked into your eyes, scanning your face for any thoughts about the two possibilities.

You let out a breath, neither of them satisfying you, but ultimately, you knew you had to make a decision.

“I think I prefer option one.” You smiled and pulled back down next to you, smiling contently when his heat enveloped you like a blanket once again. He laughed and pulled you into his bare chest and kissed you hair.

“Fine, but we have to be quiet.” You could already feel your eyes become heavy at the rhythm of his breathing and the thumping of his heart under your head. It felt warm and familiar, like home.

(Sorry its a little shorter, I’m trying to make drabbles shorter so I can focus mor eon making scenarios and reactions more detailed, hope you don’t mind! -M🌸♡)

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I’m so sorry this next review has taken so long! My life has been crazy these past few weeks. I’m back now though with plenty more candy!
This is Super HimoQ! It’s a super long gummy rope in grape and muscat (green grape) flavour!
When I say super long, I mean it. It’s 126cm which is a little over 4 feet! Because of this, it’s super fun to play with. You can tie it in knots, wear it, or recreate famous Disney scenes with a loved one ☆〜(ゝ。∂)
It alternates between grape and muscat and both taste good. Neither has a particularly strong flavour, but it’s not bad for such a small snack.
Overall it’s a really fun snack if only for the novelty of a 4 foot gummy noodle (≧∇≦)

Dating Crime

Anon Request: Can you please do a imagine where jokers son takes the reader on a date, please?

I thought this would be an excellent story, and it certainly got my imagination going. I hope you all enjoy.  And Anon, I’m sincerely sorry it has taken me so long to write this, but it’s here.  I hope it’s up to your standards.  Thank you for the request xx.


Originally posted by top-gear-gifs

He would arrive in the cafe and sit by a window every morning at 8:00am sharp after buying a Gotham Gazette newspaper. He would read it for ten minutes before ordering the French vanilla cappuccino with a double shot of vanilla and cinnamon on top. After another ten minute interval of reading, he would order one of his two preferred breakfasts: the Cremee Brûlée French Toast or the French Breakfast Sandwich. One of your little past times was to guess which meal he would order each day. Yep, you had memorised his morning routines at the cafe down to a ‘t’.

It had started off just as quiet greetings and smiles. You later started using names, this was then when you began to really realise you had a significantly massive attraction towards him. He was gorgeous. Rich brown hair styled in a modern, slicked-back haircut. He had a defined jawline and high cheekbones, but his eyes, in your opinion, were the most interesting. One was startling green, the other a dark, rich brown. Usually, this would give anyone an unusual appearance, but it made him all the more enticing. He seemed to find you enticing too because you would catch him glancing at you from behind his newspaper, or over his mug. You would quickly look down, blushing profusely. You swear you’d see him chuckle then. This morning was no different.

He came in dressed in his expensive looking, perfectly fitted suit, parking his sleek black Jaguar XJ directly in front of the cafe. Lately, he would greet you as he entered.

“Good morning y/n. How are you?” He would ask sincerely, just like every weekday this past week.

“I’m good, thank you, can’t complain. And yourself Mr Kaltern?”

“Well I can’t complain either,” He would say amusing. Flashing a huge, white smile, and go to his morning breakfast routine.

You could never help but wonder what he did for a living, he couldn’t have been much older than yourself. Nineteen, possible twenty? Yourself, on the other hand, had turned eighteen three months ago and was staying home an extra year to save money for college, something he apparently did not need to do.

You started making his cappuccino, ensuring it was perfect and the pattern on top was flawless. It was. Before the waitress had even come back from his table with his order, you pushed it to the front of the bench.

“Jesus y/n. You need a past time, knowing a strangers order is creepy?” Natalia, a friend of your since last year. A bit of a partier, long red hair and angular features. She loved poking fun at you, and you wouldn’t know what to do without her.

“Shut up Nat. Just take it to him in a couple of minutes.” You rolled your eyes as she huffed and walked off.

“Whatever stalker,” she sang.

At that, you glanced over at him and realised he was watching you.  Before you could look down embarrassed, he gestured towards the mug and motioned for you to come over. Sighing you walked over to his table, feeling Natalia’s eyes on your back.

“Well, this is embarrassing.” You said sheepishly.

“Not at all, if anything I should be embarrassed. I do order the same things every day.” He gave you a crooked smile, his two, completely different eyes mirroring in sparkling amusement.

“Was there anything else Mr Kaltern?”

“Please y/n, call me Adrian. I think we’re past the formalities, don’t you?”

“Well guess so,” you looked at each other a little longer than necessary before you realised it could be awkward, “Oh, would you like me to take your order?”

“Yeah, why not. French toast?”

“Of course.” You walked off to give the order to the kitchen, feeling far more elated then you had been a couple of minutes ago. 

After getting scolded by your uncle and an excited look from Natalia, it was back to work for you.

You were in the middle of cleaning the coffee machine before you realised someone was leaning on the bench. Looking up, expecting to see an inpatient customer, you started to see two different coloured eyes.

“Adrian! Were you served?”

“Yes,” he smiled, amused at your reaction. He suddenly became nervous, relaxed but certainly nervous. “Actually, I was wondering if you, uh. I know this is out of the blue, but I was wondering if you’d want to come out to dinner with me tonight?” He looked at you with uncertainty, obviously thinking you would laugh.

“I-I, yes. Okay. Sure. Yes.”

“Yeah?” he seemed genuinely happy that you hadn’t laughed.

“Yes, it sounds great. Um, where would we be going? Do you want me to meet you somewhere?”

He chuckled, the first time you’d heard him laugh…why did is sound slightly familiar? “We’re going somewhere nice.” You gulped, “Here, write your address, I’ll pick you up?”

He slid a napkin over. Grabbing a pen in your pocket, you hastily wrote your address on the paper.  Looking up and grinned. 

“What time?” You needed to know how much time there would be available to prepare and most likely freak-out.

“I’ll be out front at eight o’clock.” With that, he gave you a generous tip and walked out. His hands were in his pockets, but he was definitely looking triumphant.

******

It had taken you over an hour to prepare properly. You finally figured that you were suitable to go out with a guy you barely knew but was immensely attracted to. Thank God the feeling seemed mutual. With five minutes to spare, you checked over yourself in the mirror, feeling a sense of achievement. You looked pretty good, making sure you chose an outfit that would impress.

There was a knock on the door. It was eight o’clock. Exactly eight o’clock. You went to the door and saw him standing there. Those eyes making you feel elevated once again.

“You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” you looked down at your feet, blushing.

“Shall we.”

“Sure.”

As he began driving, you realised he seemed to be driving a little too fast. 30km/h too fast to be precise.

Grabbing on to the chair, you decided to speak up, “Hey listen, I know this is your car, but I would really prefer if you would slow down. Like, stay to the speed limit slow down.”

“Of course, sorry.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Do you usually drive like that?” Your heart was beating profusely, still catching your breath,

“More or less.”

You wondered what you were getting yourself into.

*****

It was a fantastic night. The both of you had fallen into conversation effortlessly. You were now parked outside your apartment. You finally worked up the courage to ask the questions you hadn’t wanted too in public.

“How old are you Adrian?” He seemed surprised at the question.

“Nineteen and a half.  Why’s that?”

“You just… you just seem very well off.  What do you do for a living?”

“I uh. Um.” He breathed in deeply, exhaling through his nose and chuckled. “I don’t want to tell you something that will scare you.”

“Nothing could be scarier than your driving and having to eat in the middle of a restaurant where all those people have too much money for there all good.”

Adrian laughed loudly. It was definitely familiar, you just couldn’t pinpoint where you’d heard it before.”

“Can I trust you?” He’s turned towards you, his rare eyes searching yours. Somehow, you felt he would be able to tell if he couldn’t or if you lied straight away.

“Yes.” You were slightly afraid, but it made you feel excited. Grown-up even.

“Okay,” his eyes made confirmation, “I work in my fathers business. He’s certainly not the cleanest businessman, but he’s a smart one.  He’s taught me everything I know.”

“A your father is?”

He sighed deeply, “The Joker.”

Then it hit you. His too familiar features, and his laugh. Although you’d never admit it, it could put chills down your spine.

“Oh” was all you said. 

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“That sounded childish,” you said with a sly grin,

“You may not believe, but if you were to let it slip… things may not turn out so great for you.”

“Great as in?”

He made the slitting throat gesture. You felt weak in the stomach.

“I won’t tell.” 

“You’d better not.”

With that, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and opened the car door for you.  You walked out and watched him drive away.

What have I gotten myself into.’

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Happy (late) Pride Month!!!!! I made some Pride owls :D

wanna get them on a shirt, sticker or notebook? get em on my redbubble!

also please let me know if you want another flag added, or if I got anything wrong!

EDIT: Added Poly owls!!!

anonymous asked:

What if humanity is the only one ridiculous enough for homophones in their languages. they're so impractical and confusing why this

(This short is brought to you by the wonderful and amazing @pomrania who’s graciously offered to help me answer the backlog of asks. Please have a look at her blob! You won’t regret it)

“English is a confusing language!”
“Truth.”
“Why did people from England, of all the places on your planet, decide that two words should sound the same but mean completely different things?!”
“Um. Well. You see, it’s not just that one language….”
“What.”
“There’s only so many sounds that we can make, after all. Of course some words are going to end up sounding the same.”
“There is no ‘of course’ about it! And I’ve seen tables of speech sounds across various human languages, you have enough different ones to avoid any confusion!”
“So your languages don’t have any words that sound the same?”
“If they do, it’s because they mean the same thing, just in different contexts! None of this… ‘BARK’ nonsense!”
“Hey, 'bark’ makes perfect sense. You’re never going to run into a situation where you won’t know which is meant.”
“But it… why… it shouldn’t even be like that in the first place! And you said MORE languages have that as well?!”
“I can’t speak for all of them, I only know a bit of Spanish, but, yeah. Seems to be in every human language, from what I’ve heard.”
“WHY?!”
“Why not? And I guess it means that puns are a lot easier.”
*alien headdesks*

It Takes A Long Time To Get Over Yourself


Oh, man. This letter has taken me an embarrassingly long time to write. Probably because I haven’t written anything but e-mails and Tweets for 12 years.

If the last year has taught me anything, it’s this: it takes a long time to get over yourself.

Last March, after 7 years on the road, I decided to take a break. I was excited about this. I’d imagined myself watching tv all day, being a “chill person”, eating doughnuts because I didn’t have to wear latex catsuits anymore. The reality was not quite the joy ride I’d been expecting.

I’ve been an artist for over a decade but up until this year, I hadn’t realised how much my sense of self had been defined by my role as an artist. I’d never thought of “Marina and the Diamonds” as a persona or a construct, and I didn’t think the stage-me was very different to the sofa-me. MATD was an exciting vehicle that helped me express ideas and thoughts to people. But just as people construct online personas, artist construct visual ones, and over time, the lines between art and reality can drift apart. 

I can’t remember when I first became conscious of it but I started to feel like there were two parts of me, artist self and private self, and there was nothing in between to link the two anymore. I was one or the other, and neither part of my personality could be present in the same environment. Perhaps because I’d spent most of the past 8 years devoted to being an artist and this hadn’t presented many opportunities for other parts of my personality to grow. When one part of a personality dominates, other parts shrink and life can take on an unreal, two-dimensional quality. I felt confused as to why I no longer felt like I fit into the world I’d built. I don’t think my feelings are exceptional (particularly in entertainment) but I wonder if you are someone who has experienced this in a different context.

I’ve always been interested in identity. In my twenties, I felt frustrated by how regularly my identity seemed to shift and change until I began to consider the idea that a fixed self may not exist. I explored this in “Electra Heart” by deconstructing aspects of female identity in a portrayal of female archetypes. However, the past year has made me re-examine this idea. Not being able to equate my identity to a job, project or visible entity has created a lot of discomfort and uncertainty in me. Which has been a surprise, as I thought I felt secure in myself. How can I be so sure of who I am if I am so susceptible to change? A lot of what contributes to our idea of identity is down to pure chance - ethnicity, social class, upbringing, religion, job, relationships - who are we without those influences?

Everything in western culture feels so geared towards self-definition, but I wonder if having a looser idea of yourself could make life richer. The past year hasn’t been full of rainbows - I feel like my brain has been brutally rewired - but letting go of a perceived idea of myself has resulted in a new kind of personal freedom. My image is no longer a main source of identity, nor are previous signifiers like clothing (more on this in a future post), designer brands + other things I subconsciously used to define myself.

Lasting change rarely happens over night. This past year has been painful and slow. But I’m in a more genuine space than I was a year ago and I would never want to go back to that stunted way of being again. In fact, the only solace I had in this period was being able to read the books and blogs of other people experiencing significant life transitions, so I hope this might be of help to anyone who is going through a similar stage.

Truth is, I’m not planning ahead much right now. I am indeed going through my “what should I do with the rest of my life” phase that most people go through at 21. Which is… cool. But I’m grateful to have the opportunity to explore different interests, and starting marinabook is a part of that. I’m starting a Psychology course soon, which I am SO excited about, and I’m ready for a brand new chapter. I hope you’ll be a part of it.

Some people have been asking about new music and I’m always flattered to be asked. I know one year is like an aeon in digital time! The honest answer is I don’t know when that will be, but the connection I have with music has always flowered from an honest connection with myself, and I trust my instincts. Whenever I get back on stage again, I would love to feel like I am the sum of my parts, not the sum of a persona or an image. That’s the goal. A lot of reality with a little bit of fantasy. So, marinabook is a way for us to stay connected while I work that out.

I miss you all!

Ask a question or share thoughts here.

Love from,
Marina

Further Reading

Brilliant explanation of personas here. 5 minute read.

Podcast on how our views about the Self affect our views on death.  By “Philosophy Bites”.  15 minutes.

Illustration by Lan Truong

no offense but bts worked too damn hard to be measured by america’s definition of success. reminder that BTS has achieved so much in Korea even when they come from a relatively small company. they’ve had to work that much harder to build themselves and their company up from the ground and they’ve grown so much that they’re being recognized globally. im proud of BTS and all they’ve accomplished and will continue to achieve in their careers. im so proud to stan such hardworking, talented and genuinely kind hearted boys who are making history. however, it’s true many fans validate them according to the american based awards and shows they attend. this also ties into how the music industry in the US is still mostly eurocentric, however recently there are artists who change that. BTS is an emerging artist who contribute to that change. it’s still upsetting to me how long it has taken for the music industry to let asians be represented, so this is a huge thing for Korea and the US, not only for BTS. i think the biggest factor as to why fans are hyping up BTS’s appearance at such shows is because it’s a relatively new concept. asians have not always been so welcome in the industry (even hollywood) and the fact that BTS has started to pave the way for more asian artists is in itself shocking. i think it’s important to support BTS but also strike a balance in placing weight on what they achieve in the US compared to the things they achieve in their home country, which should not be overshadowed by their american achievements.

In this month of pride, let me give a shoutout to all my LGBTQIA+ people who have changed how they identify over the years. To the people still trying to figure out their identity, even if they thought they found one that fit.

You’re no less part of the community if you first identified as a lesbian, but now ID as a straight trans man. You’re not any less if you first identified as bi, but now consider yourself gay. You’re not any less if you identified as a binary trans person but now have a nonbinary identity.

Don’t let anyone convince you that you had to have known you were a certain way since you were a child to be valid. Don’t let anyone convince you that because your label could change in the future, you aren’t welcome. Don’t let anyone convince you that you must identify a certain way.

We’re all growing and learning about ourselves and maybe what fits today won’t fit a decade from now, but that’s okay. You’re not a bad person for not immediately having perfect knowledge of yourself. You’re not a fake because your identity has changed.

focc buddies!!

ive been working on this for many days and i accidentally saved it as a jpg and it had to get parts redrawn BUT i finally made it aaa

i love lolbit so much theyre good and kind.

Get Out.

Originally posted by tess453

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!


Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

Keep reading

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✨ ~ Naruto chapter 699 re-draw/re-write
Free-Spirits ~ Sasuke and Naruto leave Konoha together and go travelling…

Need some help with next animation!

Note: GIFS HEAVILY COMPRESSED

Hey everyone! I’ve made a post about it before, but it seems I have lost that post.


Me and @blinddetermination have been working a long time (like, over half a year long time) on this next animation, because it is really something special made for @undertalepositivityproject. I have also been streaming the progress of the animation at picarto.tv/ErenBlack , but that is not what I am here to announce. I am here to ask for help on this next bit.

We wanted it to be perfect, but one of the aspects I really wanted to add was you guys’ creations, or fan art, to help show love and support for undertalepositivityproject and the community around you.

To do this, I am accepting Fan art pieces directed towards undertaleposivityproject, or just positivity in general.

You do NOT have to be undertale themed, all I ask is to keep it sfw.



TO SUBMIT ART JUST DM ME YOUR  ART PIECE AND CONTEXT OF WHAT ITS FOR (like just say its for this animation) ((also if you got any questions feel free to ask))

ALL ARTISTS WILL RECEIVE PROPER CREDIT FOR THE PIECES THEY SUBMIT<3





Here are some examples of art I have received for this project:


(ARTIST IS @kakashisempaii)


(ARTIST IS @maria-artz​)

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I always find it incredibly heartbreaking when I hear that someone has been taken before their time. I haven’t known of Peep for long enough to get emotionally attached, but I do know that he leaves behind a lot of people that cared deeply about him. My prayers are with you all tonight - friends, family, fans, and everyone in between.

RIP Gustav. 💔