I've never watched tts but annapantsus cover of crossing the line is so good for my villain tugger au. Like it's got all the angst i pictured and how he feels and why he leaves the tribe im screaming lol
ngl in normal cannon i see Munk not being the best big brother in the world as a kitten. Tugger sees it as Munks holding him back and Macavity manipulates and uses him and that's enough to break him
also here mac and bomba are mates who have electra and munk and dem have sillabub and jemima, so while tugger has feelings for misto here, he doesn't do anything about it and probably feels incredibly lonely. Mac and Munk attend to their protector/leader duties, their dads barely around, and their mom left years before
he runs away thinking he's better on his own, clearly not learning that lesson from griz. on his own, no one holds him back, no one uses him, he's not just seen as the annoying little brother that all the elders look down on. no one asks him why can't he be like his brothers anymore. he's spent his whole life in their shadows, but now he's in the spotlight
tugger is my favorite idk why i give him sm angst and sorrow
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Hello everyone! I just posted past 78 of my kiki series so go check it out (link- https://scorpiofangirl1109.tumblr.com/post/649056587998183424/my-cats-oc-part-78) I f you haven’t already. But I want to come on and say that I will be writing another mini series. This will be a human AU mini series! I don’t want to give away too much. But it will involve Kiki, Demeter, Munkustrap, demestrap fluff and wedding bells. I am working on it still so keep your eyes peel for it!
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Rum Tum Tugger: So what's everyone's favorite spot in the Junkyard?
Munkustrap: Demeter's lap
Bombalurina: Demeter's lap
Mungojerrie: Demeter's lap
Rum Tum Tugger: Are you serious? You can't all think that.
Mungojerrie: Buddy, have you ever laid your head in her lap? Has she ever scratched your ear and rubbed your shoulder?
Bombalurina: Naps in Deme's lap are godlike. She's so warm and soft. There's a reason I'm always in her den, Tugger.
Munkustrap: [to Bomba] You frequently cut into my lap time, but yes, I wholeheartedly agree.
Rum Tum Tugger: Are you serious??
Rum Tum Tugger: ....Well shit.
Rum Tum Tugger: [Yells] Hey Demeter????
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He’s the only one she’ll look in the eyes.
It’s one of the first things he notices, when they get closer, start spending time alone together. He’s the only one she’ll look in the eyes for more than a few seconds. Some others are provided the privilege in short bursts, but no one as long as Munkustrap. Demeter always looks deep and long into his eyes, searching for what she already knows is there: his love and trust. They’re never hidden, from anyone, but especially not from her. He wouldn’t be able to hide his affection even if he tried. It’s palpable, whenever she looks at him when they’re talking, or dancing, or lying together.
But the best part of this honor is that every time she looks at him, he gets to look back. He gets to drown in the warmth of her eyes, can see a lifetime of hardship and pain, but also beauty and hope and affection. He can see her confidence in him, the safety he exudes projected back at him, and the intensity of her gaze always sends little chills up his spine. Her love, her trust, means more than he can put into words. It’s special. It makes him feel seen, in a way no one else can. She sees him for who he is, at his core, without false expectations, without distortion, and she loves him, as much as he loves her.
Her gaze is piercing like that, unclouded, for everyone. Sometimes he thinks others wouldn’t even be able to handle it, if she truly regarded them as she does him. It can be overwhelming at times, quietly thrilling. Her perception is so...clear. It’s beautiful. He feels a warm sense of pride, thinking on it, and experiencing it. Whenever they sit together, a few moments to themselves, and she looks at him, sees him, truly, everything is right in the world.
Munkustrap asks her about it, once. It’s late. She’s warm and pliable beneath his grasp, and everything is quiet. He hesitates to ask it, but he’s been thinking about it for a while. Why does he have that honor? What makes him different?
“...Why don’t you look them in the eyes?”
She stiffens a little at the question, and he almost regrets bringing it up, but if she doesn’t want to talk about it, she’ll tell him. He waits patiently for an answer, as he always does.
“Because I’m afraid,” she answers after a moment, maybe of thought, maybe of preparation. Her arms tighten around his waist a little. “I’m...I’m afraid of seeing my reflection in them.”
He doesn’t understand, really. Why would someone as wonderful as her be afraid of her reflection? He doesn’t understand, and how could he? They’ve led different lives before finding each other and coming together. She has seen things he’s only heard of, and visa versa. She sees herself one way, and he another. That much was clear from their first meeting.
He strokes her shoulder, gently, encouraging her to go on. He wants to understand.
Demeter sighs, not exactly keen on the conversation topic, but indulges him. There’s never a reason to hide something from him, even if it’s difficult to talk about.
“I-I’m afraid of the parts of myself I can’t change: The things I’ve done or said or thought that I shouldn’t, and still do. The bits about me that don’t belong to me, that are damaged, or put there by someone else or that I can’t control or take away or even hide. I’m scared of those, when I look at others, and they look at me. I’m scared of me. But...most of all, I’m scared of what they think,” she admits, quietly, and it makes Munk’s heart squeeze in his chest.
“I’m scared of what they think of me, when they look at me. I’m scared that they can see those bits, that they hate them, or are disgusted or even frightened by them, even if they try to hide it from me. But... when you look at me, when I see my reflection in your eyes, I can feel how you see me. I can feel that all the bad, everything that’s wrong about me doesn’t matter to you. You see the good, in everyone, but especially in me, and it... Everlasting, Munkustrap, it’s a relief. It’s such a relief.”
Her voice is soft, but passionate, and a little wavering. He can feel her sincerity, how much it means to her, how hard it was to admit. And it means so much to him too, to hear these words, to know her secrets. He won’t share them with anyone, never does. He guards her words, keeps them close to his heart.
She tilts her head up to look at him now, and he’s enraptured by her eyes, because he can see it now, what she means. It’s not all that different from what he finds in her gaze too. He’s more of a stranger than her to hatred and suffering, has never been pushed away or hurt like she has, but the fear of being known, perceived, is familiar to him too.
His next breath comes out a little shakier, floored by her words. Once again, he’s left speechless. She seems to be the only one able to do that to him.
“Loving you is a relief,” she adds too before he can get his mouth to work, to say something to reassure or thank her. She buries her face in the crook of his neck, presses herself closer. “I love you.”
There’s nothing much left to say after that. He kisses her forehead, squeezes her in a hug that’s just as much a sign of thanks as a sign of whole-bodied affection. His tail sweeps across hers, and they intertwine automatically. “I love you, Demeter, more than I can say,” he says, and it’s true.
She believes him.
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Human AU Demeter has to wear lip stains instead of lipsticks because Munk has a habit of kissing it off. Whenever she puts on chapstick she has to do it twice because he likes to taste it on her lips
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the night is quiet and munkustrap and demeter tell each other secrets without speaking at all. he traces his love for her into the lines of her palm and she bites back a smile. of all the secrets to share, he chooses one she hears everyday. his fingers ghost up and up until they meet her own. what sort of stories do two hands pressed together tell? something that cannot be said aloud. the night is quiet and munkustrap and demeter listen to a silent story. their love for each other whispers into the space between their palms, the curves of their fingers. they bite back a smile. of all the stories to tell, this is one they will never tire of hearing.
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“Let me kiss you,” he says.
“You already have,” she laughs softly, but stands on her toes a little higher, letting their lips meet once more. He smiles into this kiss, and it’s short and sweet, his palms framing the small of her back. When she lets her heels settle on the ground again he tips forward, chasing her mouth.
“How can I settle for just two?” Munkustrap protests, and he earns another kiss, softer, slower. He only breaks it to emphasize his point. “How can I be satisfied with any amount?” he mutters against her lips, all the devotion in his soul pouring out in his tone. He loves her more than anything.
Demeter hums a little at his words, his voice, soft and smooth, and deep fondness surges up in her heart all over again, fills her with a rapture that’s almost palpable.
“I could ask you the same,” she replies earnestly, sighing softly when he draws back a fraction, because any inch lost is a great loss in her eyes too. “How do I ever stop myself from standing here and kissing you all day?” she wonders.
His eyes sparkle with joy at that, and a smile breaks out onto his face all over again. “Your incredible self-restraint, and a little of mine too,” he says.
She nods a little in agreement, takes in his handsome face for a moment. God, she loves him so much. “To hell with self-restraint,” she replies with a dazzling smile, giddy eagerness sweeping over her once again.
Munkustrap wastes no time when permission is given. He cups her cheek, laughing softly, and leans down to kiss her again. Demeter rests a paw on his shoulder, the other on his chest, relishes the beating of his heart under her palm, and their lips meet.
They’re slower to stop this time, making it last. It feels better than it has any right to, really, and always does. He never gets enough of the taste of her, the sound of her gentle sigh, and his touch is enough to drive away even the worst of her thoughts, to soothe any ache. It’s special. It’s wonderful.
The love in her eyes when he finally draws back sends Munk’s heart fluttering up to the Heaviside Layer. He strokes her cheek softly, melts entirely under her warm gaze.
“One more?” he asks, hopes.
“One more,” she agrees, knowing it still won’t be the last, and tugs him down by the ring of his collar.
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Cats Ships Restaurant AU
i was watching bob's burgers so now here we are
They own a small bakery. It's very peaceful and quiet inside, which is a good environment for Demeter's anxiety and Munkustrap's stress. They don't have many customers, but the people who go there absolutely love it. Their customers often read there while enjoying the baked goods.
MungoTeazer: Food truck
I feel like this matches their chaotic vibe. The food they serve is also chaotic- messy, cheap, & tastes great. The truck is a little worn down, but it works just fine. And they can drive wherever they want to serve food.
They primarily serve coffee and tea, but they also serve sandwiches and things. It's also a safe space for LGBTQ+ people, with a little rainbow flag in the window to signal this. It's a very polished, clean place, but also has a homey, comforting vibe. It's very popular with students and lgbtq+ people. And they have free wifi.
These are the only ones I immediately came up with ideas for, but I want to figure out some more, its fun.
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Chapters 18 & 19 Update!!!!
Hello! It's been a hot minute, since I’ve updated, hasn't it? I must confess, this past month has been very hard for me. I've had to deal with a lot of personal issues, and motivation really hasn't been present at all. But now I'm here, and am very happy to announce that this story is completely finished! Editing and all. From now on, I'll be updating more frequently, so stay tuned for that!
Also, I would just like to thank those of you who have sent me kind messages. I haven't had much energy to respond to all of them, but I can assure you that they mean more to me than words can describe.
Now, I'll stop rambling, and let you read the chapter. Since this one is quite short, I’ve uplodaed two today. Do enjoy!<3
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demeter and munkustrap, both busy and kept apart by the various obligations of the day, leave each other notes.
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songs demeter and munkustrap would dance to.
someone to watch over me / ella fitzgerald
chances are / johhny mathis
twilight time / the platters
mona lisa / nat king cole
young at heart / frank sinatra
story of my life / the chamber orchestra of london
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Sometimes the ghost of his touch sweeps across her fur: His grasping paws, the sweet thrill of his claws scratching just deep enough to send chills up her spine. They filled her with heat and flame so many times she still feels the cinders burning. His kiss was always hungry, regardless of the strength of it, like he was stealing bits of her away, like it was the only thing in the world worth having. It was always intense; every tryst felt like the first and last, hard and desperate even when the pace was slow, until there was nothing left to give in either direction, and the green of his eyes swallowed her whole. Everlasting, it had felt good. It was overwhelming, and enchanting, and never enough, until suddenly, it was.
Because it had been enough eventually, Demeter reminds herself. She remembers the disappointments, the anger, the bitterness, and the pain. She thinks about the scar on her hip, the anxious beating of her heart more often than not, and the pleas of his victims, begging fruitlessly before an unjust god. She thinks about the nightmares, the haunting look she finds in her own reflection nowadays, and the fear that won’t go away, no matter what she does. Macavity’s love, his touch and all that came with it couldn’t outweigh his hatred, his darkness then, and it certainly can’t now. Monsters made under moonlight are rarely unmade.
There are many things in the world that are beautiful, but filled with poison, and she learned that first hand in those days. She had been poisoned for too long, with kisses and promises and the heat of his body against hers, which although sincere, did nothing but spread venom, spread pain from the inside out. It took so long to draw it out of herself. But she had. She’d gotten away, and promised herself never to go back. It’s a promise she refuses to break.
The depraved beauty in it all, in him, and the rush of it, even in the poison, means little nowadays compared to the tenderness, the gentle devotion she has earned from her new lover. Fire doesn’t have to burn, she’s come to learn. It can warm instead, entirely and utterly and beautifully. Kisses can be sweet, without the bitterness of poison. Passion doesn’t have to destroy, and she doesn’t have to be destroyed for its sake. Love doesn’t have to hurt so, so damn much.
‘Those days are long gone,’ she tells herself, thinking on the past, and of that twisted love, and she drags her paws up her fur, trying to scratch away those memories, those smoking cinders. She watches them fly away in the wind.
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Those rare days in the Junkyard when Munkustrap is angry, whether at someone specific or something has happened or even if he’s angry at himself, everybody sits there like:
Like everyone is on their best behavior and they try to solve all of their problems themselves instead of asking him about them because if 1 thing goes wrong he’s going to lose his mind and nobody wants that. All antics are discouraged, the kittens keep their arguing to a minimum and play nicely, and the troublemakers postpone their troublemaking plans. It’s a little quieter than usual on those days, but if it helps him keep his stress level down, that’s alright. It takes a lot to push Munk to the point of genuine irritation, let alone serious anger, so when it happens, everybody knows they fucked up.
An angry Munkustrap is pretty intimidating, given his size and strength. He’d never hurt anyone, has never so much as bat a paw at anyone even when he was younger, but he has raised his voice before on a handful of occasions, and nobody likes it, and Munk himself hates getting that irritated, but sometimes even he can’t help it. He spends his time stewing in the den or even goes home to his owner’s house when he’s really pissed because he doesn’t like anyone seeing him like that. He doesn’t like thinking sharp words or snapping at anyone. He doesn’t like the surges of negativity that fill him, or the looks he gets from the others when he feels himself glaring. He doesn’t like being angry.
Demeter’s the only one allowed to get close when he’s really pissed, which is ironic, really, given all she’s been through, but his anger doesn’t scare her. Munk could never scare her. And, honestly, she’s very familiar with anger in herself, too. She knows how much it sucks and how hard it can be to get rid of those feelings, and her temper is a lot shorter than his, because she gets overwhelmed easily, so she always helps him feel better. She thinks it’s a tiny bit funny too, teases him sometimes for losing his cool as easily as she does. He always rolls his eyes and smiles, protests her teasing but pulls her a little closer, and she knows she’s getting through to him.
It takes a while, a few hours usually, but eventually he gets over whatever is bothering him, whether with the help of her touch, or conversation. Soon enough he’s back to his collected and loveable temperament, and ready to welcome a little more chaos into his life again, to everyone’s relief.
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i told myself i was gonna shut up about caro emerald but i guess not huh
The Other Woman - Caro Emerald
And the cats characters/situations I think work (the tone would change slightly based on the characters singing and their motivations)
Munkustrap singing to Demeter about Macavity
Alonzo singing to someone about Munkustrap (this would be a darker, more jealous version of the character)
Mistoffelees singing about idk who but our sassy gay boi is dark and jealous now and i am imagining it and i am LOVING it
Bombalurina singing about idk (maybe she's just messing around with a couple i have no clue)
Electra singing a more gentle version of the song, trying to convince Etcetera out of a toxic relationship
Tugger performing the song (just....imagine John Partridge Tugger singing this....PERFECTION)
Macavity singing this to manipulate Demeter
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Cats Prompts (nsfw-ish)
I know I said I wasn't gonna write anymore prompts today, but my productivity is random at best. I was tackled by an idea for something I wasn't going to work on, so here ya go.
This one's only slightly nsfw (prompt-wise. if you choose to write for it, you can adjust the level however much you wish lol)
I tried to do a lot of different pairings, including ones I don't really understand, so I hope they came out alright! I just wanted to futz around with some dynamics.
Now let's explore what happens when various pairings get caught boinking:
Tuggoffelees: they're boinking in a semi-public place because yep. they probably get caught by Munk. Tugger probably says hi, and they continue with their activities. However, Tugger gets a stern talking to from Munk later on.
Demestrap: Munkustrap has never, ever been caught boinking someone. he is MORTIFIED. Demeter is slightly amused by this
Alonzostrap: Idk what happens with Munk for this pairing but Alonzo is still the smug lil slinky bastard he always is
Cassalurina/Bombacass: Mostly unbothered, they just relocate and continue their activities elsewhere
Alonzoteazer/Rumplonzo: Smug bastard + cheeky bastard. run off giggling to continue elsewhere
Platoria: They're both very embarrassed, Victoria less so though. She laughs it off quicker, Plato is mortified for quite a while after.
Coricojerrie: They don't get caught. Jerrie is spontaneous, but Coricopat really, really doesn't like boinking anywhere he can get caught. Jerrie is 100% fine with this, however.
Demelurina: Demeter panics a bit, Bomba is calm and just moves them to someplace else.
Munkujerrie: They've gotten close to getting caught multiple times, but never quite really get caught. Pretty much just because Munkustrap is good at not getting caught. The close calls are funny though, because no one can quite accuse them.
Munkoffelees: They get caught a couple of times, which flusters Munkustrap. Mistoffelees, however, is unaffected.
Victeazer: They occasionally get caught, and when they do they just happily shake it off, probably running off, holding hands and giggling.
Mungoteazer: Just like with stealing, they find it amusing getting caught. I kinda just imagine its sort of a "Aw, shit Jerrie, gotta run!" then they're off lol.
Tumblepounce: Full on deer-in-the-headlights. Stopping, staring, and some sheepish laughing before they scram and continue somewhere else.
Casslonzo: Two smug bastards. Either slink off or continue right where they left off.
Tuggerlurina: Happily continue exactly where they left off. Not a care in the world. They're smug as hell. Engrages Munkustrap.
And there we go! I did my best lol, hope you like!
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Black&White Family 1 and the Scarlet&Gold Sisters
24 hours later and I’m back with Part 2 of my little headcanon series. Like before, all hcs in this series will be pre-canon, if we accept the musical as the present day canon. Thus I present my take on the backstory of Alonzo, Victoria and Mistoffelees, and some more on Bombalurina and Demeter (with a sprinkle of Demestrap and Skimbleshanks the Railway Dad).
Mistoffelees’ half brother and sister are Jellicles, Alonzo and Victoria. Misto is the result of their shared father’s affair, but said father keeps him separate from his half siblings, who don’t even know he exists until their father reveals it to them on his deathbed. Misto keeps his distance from them, as their mother hates him and his mother on principle and he fears they will too.
But then Misto’s mother dies not long after his father, and he tries to approach them. However, Alonzo still feels very hurt and angry at their father’s betrayal of his family, and isn’t ready to see Misto/can’t bring himself to look at the living proof of it (he doesn’t know that doing so leaves Misto completely alone); their mother attacks him and he runs away. Macavity finds the scared, hurt and alone Misto and convinces him to join him, promising safety and family, but soon traps him along with Demeter and Bomba, and violently and painfully drains his magic from him. The three of them bond in captivity and come to trust each other completely. Bomba’s big-sister mode has been activated for a while, and she very quickly takes Misto under her protective wing as well. They watch over each other as best they can, caring for wounds and trying to keep each other’s spirits up. Eventually they manage to escape via a combination of Demeter’s wits, Bomba’s fighting skills and Misto’s magic. They flee to the Junkyard together and are swiftly brought under the protection of the Jellicles.
Both Mistoffelees and Demeter are extremely skittish and jumpy for a while from Macavity’s treatment. They stick together for the first couple of nights, and even after that if one of them feels scared or alone they’re always welcome in Bomba’s den, which becomes something like their safe space. Demeter finds comfort with Munkustrap, who is more in love with her than ever and finally able to tell her (they perform the mating pas-de-deux at the next ball which happens soon after she returns). She soon finds out she is pregnant with Jemima. Although they can’t be sure of who the real father is, Munkustrap is dad of the century and claims it doesn’t matter, that he’d be honoured to do the job. Munk helps her gain more confidence and become more sure of herself again.
Misto is taken in by (pre-Skimblegus although not by much) Skimbleshanks, but struggles to trust or even speak to anyone else except Bomba and Dem for a long time. He even fears Alonzo and Victoria, thinking they must hate him after how their mother treated him, and spends a lot of time hiding and watching from a safe distance. Skimbleshanks the super dad is really good with him and despite everything Misto can’t help but trust him: he always makes sure to give Misto his space and seems to be able to sense when he’s getting overwhelmed or just doesn’t want to talk; he’s patient, kind and supportive, and just seems to understand him really well. As a result Skimble is the first Jellicle Misto trusts, and later on if he ever needs advice he always turns to Skimble. Due to Skimble’s closeness to Asparagus he forms a tentative friendship with Tumblebrutus (Asparagus’ son), but doesn’t really start to come out of his shell until Tugger meets him for the first time and immediately takes a shine to him.
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So- here's a little sketch of this lovely couple, and I didn't do the lineart nor the faces cause I'm afraid it will ruin it lol
Any (respectful) feedback is appreciated! :D
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Human Au Demeter, Munk and Jemima getting back home after the ball and being awfully cute!!
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Just a sketch of Munk, his traumatised wife, and their cinnamon roll of a daughter
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HOLD UP, DEMESTRAP AND JERRIBEE PARALELLS?? *shakes laptop screen* ELABORATE!! I CANNOT SLEEP UNTIL I HEAR THIS VITAL INFORMATION.
PFFFT OKAY HERE YOU GO
Demeter was with Macavity for quite a while. One of the reasons she stayed was because of Bombalurina. They were indebted to Macavity.
Mungojerrie worked for Macavity for a while. He stayed because he had to keep Rumpleteazer safe. They both were indebted to Macavity.
Demeter left for her daughter and sister.
Mungojerrie left for his sister.
Munkustrap believed he had nothing to live for after his mother left and Macavity betrayed the tribe, and it took him years to build up his confidence and strength once again.
Jubilee believed herself to be unworthy of love after her mother abandoned her, and it took her years to realize that there were other kinds of love that mattered more than a mother’s.
Demeter and Munkustrap fell in love fast when they were kittens, and that love still remained years after their first meeting.
Mungojerrie and Jubilee fell in love at first sight, barely even knowing each other, but both would do anything for the other.
Munkustrap had responsibilities that weighed heavily on him. He found it difficult to reach out to others for help or to talk.
Jubilee had her own demons that took her a while to be able to talk about, causing her to be a quiet queen.
Demeter helped Munkustrap when Grizabella returned, reminding him that he still had a family who loved him more than anything.
Mungojerrie hugged Jubilee when she cried telling him about how her mother left her, and told her that no matter what, her new family wouldn’t let her go.
Munkustrap held Demeter at night when she woke up from nightmares she wouldn’t speak about.
Jubilee bandaged Mungojerrie’s injuries when he’d come home from doing things he couldn’t explain to her.
Munkustrap and Demeter hesitantly learned how to love again, helping each other along the way.
Jubilee and Mungojerrie taught each other how to love, learning new things every day.
OK I’M CRYING I LOVE THEM
tumbletta and jerriebee really saw tuggoffelees and demestrap and were like “OH LOOK HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS LETS COPY THEM” and i love that for them
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