hello , if you don't mind me asking how did you color ur header ? the one u used for the neighbor toji, how did you blend colors like that? :)
hi there! i don't mind you asking (๑´`๑)♡ i dont plan on gatekeeping how i do my headers/pngs lol
‧₊˚♡彡 𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖/ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐈 !!
today's lesson : how to make ur shit look cute
— result example:
depending on what im tryna make ill use different apps but for what ur asking, i used these ↓ two for my neighbor toji header.
phonto : for adding text to images + my source for plain/colored images
pixlr : photo editing app aka my holy grail. so easy to use, your pet fish could do it
open pixlr, then choose a pic. make sure its greyscaled like the one im choosing below. if theres a particular image u like but its in color, u can use pixlr to add a black and white filter over it. (depending on the color depth, the results may vary)
have your overlay ready. you can make one on phonto.
i dont need to explain the rest cause i already made an explanatory graphic for it down below ↓
if you'd like, you can edit the contrast, brightness etc, on the adjustment option !
and tadahhh!! this is the final result <3
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3. taxi
oh man, this one FOUGHT me y'all. so much cutting and pasting. I am not even kidding when I say that everything that happens in this chapter was supposed to be part of the last one, and I gave up and cut that one off early because I was sick of trying to finish this part. and now this is my longest chapter yet. you know, out of all three of them. at 1.3k. lol. I am not, how do you say, fast. but I was hoping I'd be able to get a chapter written over christmas, and I'm really proud of myself for finishing it!
Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cage mention, rampant classism. As always, please tell me if there's anything else I need to tag.
[masterlist] [chapter two] [chapter four]
“Okay I know they’re supposed to be expensive but what can you possibly be charging this much money for.”
“Adoption fees are to offset the cost of room, board and medical care while at the facility,” the employee parrots, without so much as the decency to look ashamed.
“He does not look like he has had literally any of those things while he’s been here. Or possibly in his entire life.”
“Ma’am, if you cannot afford the adoption fee, then you cannot adopt a Pet.”
“Oh, I can afford it,” Vanessa growls, handing over a very shiny credit card before her mouth can get her in enough trouble to stop the employee from taking it. She bites her lip until she tastes copper to keep from saying, I’d just rather put it towards something that isn’t blatantly and obviously going right back into Worldwide Rehabilitative Un-fucking-limited’s pockets despite the fact that this is supposed to be a goddamn government facility.
Harm reduction, she reminds herself. Paying extortionate fees to kill shelters is still harm reduction. It’s the unsavory truth, but it doesn’t make the blood in her mouth taste any sweeter.
“Sign here,” the woman says, handing her credit card back along with a digital pad and stylus, and Vanessa cracks her wrist before she takes them. It’s sore and snapping like a glowstick from the mountain of paperwork she’s already been made to sign since the employee unceremoniously hauled the man on the floor behind her down from his double-high-stacked wire crate. She can’t decide whether to consider it an obscenely large amount, or an obscenely little one for all that it represents.
She can’t think about it too hard. Can’t draw too much of her own attention to the fact that she’s really doing this, or she might just run screaming back out into the grey-tinted autumn afternoon, and then where would this guy be?
She scribbles her name on the touchpad, and just like that… it’s done.
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“Don’t forget your leash and collar,” the employee reminds her.
“I won’t be using those,” Vanessa says, with all the imperious rich-lady self-assurance she can fake.
“You will if you don’t want to be liable for civil and/or criminal penalties up to and including the permanent forfeiture of your right to Pet ownership,” the woman drones like she’s rattling it off from a handbook, and nobody has the right to own a person but even Vanessa knows better than to argue the system with someone who literally works for it.
She grinds her teeth as she takes the lengths of bulky blue nylon from the woman. She crouches beside the man, who’s bent himself into an odd kneeling fetal position on the cold tile floor. “Sorry,” she whispers as she slides the coarse material around his throat, feeling his pulse beat harsh and rapid underneath. She hopes she’s being quiet enough that the employee won’t hear her talking to him like a person—because he is a person, goddamnit—but she knows better than to trust her own volume. Best if she can get the fuck out of here with him now, before she makes a mistake.
She really doesn’t want to lead this dude crawling down the street like an animal. Doesn’t want to imagine what people will think. But she asks him, “Can you stand?”, and he makes a sound like a choking dog, and so much for both their dignity, she fucking guesses.
“Ugh, fine, whatever, just… come on.”
—
Fuck standing, the guy can barely support himself on all fours. His joints threaten to buckle at every step as Vanessa urges him out onto the chilly sidewalk. Coat of dirt aside, he’s got nothing on him but a pair of boxers as filthy as he is and that godawful blue collar, and when his bare skin meets the frigid pavement his body clenches so hard she can practically hear his teeth slam shut.
She looks at the unwashed man before her, shivering hard enough to rattle his bones in the cold October air. Looks at her thick brown coat. Ugh, she likes this coat, the lining is stitched in in all the right places to keep the texture of the shell from making her want to climb out of her own skin and no amount of dry cleaning in the world is going to convince her to put it on again once it touches… whatever the fuck is all goddamn over this guy. She sighs and shrugs it off.
Fuck fuck fuck it’s cold. She’s shivering herself in just plain blue jeans and her second favorite Cure t-shirt. But a million “if you’re cold, they’re cold!” memes flash through her mind and she grumbles aggrievedly and drapes the wool coat over his massive, gaunt frame. This dude has like a foot on her standing, she remembers when the lapels will barely pull around his shoulders. She’s gonna have to shake Austin down for clothes.
God, it feels beyond fucked up to have a person on a leash, and it doesn’t help that the cheap blue nylon feels plasticky in her hand and she hates the texture. She can’t imagine how much worse it must feel around the throat of the shuddering man before her. She’s taking the damn thing off him as soon as she gets him home, she’ll get him a better one if Roselle can’t find her a loophole and she absolutely fucking has to, but when the fifth or sixth cab passes her by without even slowing down she starts to wonder how the hell she’s going to get him home at all.
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“You want to go to the corner,” the employee says boredly, not so much as looking up from her newspaper when Vanessa shoulders her way back through the door.
“You what?” Vanessa echoes.
“The corner. Better if you go another block or two, even. Cabs don’t stop in front of the shelter.”
Of course they don’t, Vanessa thinks.
She hipchecks the door back open and returns to the stupid goddamn hitching post they so conveniently provide along the front wall of the shelter, where she’s awkwardly strung up the loop of the stupid blue leash. “Hey, uh, dude? I’m gonna go up the street a bit, okay, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
He barely acknowledges that he’s heard her, curled back up under her coat in that same odd position with his forearms tucked into his chest. “...not that you would,” she adds dubiously, before power-walking away to the next block.
Vanessa hisses through her teeth in the bleak grey air and rubs at her goosebump-riddled arms, but true to the employee’s disaffected word it’s only a matter of minutes this time before a cab driver catches her wave and pulls over. “Thanks,” she says as she tumbles in. “I’m going back to the Heights. Need to pick someone up first, though. Just on the next block.”
The driver looks skeptical, but he rolls down the quiet street all the same—until he clocks the shelter just as Vanessa tells him to stop. “No. Nuh uh. No way. I don’t let Pets in my cab.”
“I’ll double your fare. Up front.”
The driver shakes his head, staring revulsed in the direction of the hitching post. “Not worth all that crud on my seats.” Oh. Great. He’s seen him.
“What if I cover the seats. Newspaper.”
The driver sizes her up with a calculating gaze, one elbow propped on the back of his seat, and somewhere in the middle of wanting to punch him for looking at her she finds herself wishing for once that she’d dressed… richer. Finally, he grouses, “Triple fare. And the meter’s runnin’ while ya cover ‘em.”
“Fine,” Vanessa spits, and sprints out with the door wide open before he has time to change his mind.
She barges into the shelter one last time, hopefully the last fucking time in her life if she has any say in it. Leaning over the counter, with a grin that’s probably a little too smug for her to be proud of, she snatches the newspaper directly out of the apathetic employee’s complicit hands.
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The fact that Alec got some Excellent Relationship Advice from a grumpy lesbian who thought she'd missed out on the love of her life just keeps running through my head. Like,, for all everyone knows he's a straight divorced man. He gets along in a very weird way with Ellie whom he clearly loves but tends to yell at and doesn't even address by her first name. It's not unlikely to the public that they slept together, but they would never. What did Jocelyn think she was advising him on? Why did he not follow that advice, because I'm like 99% sure it was about Ellie (whom he proceeded to ghost for three years after the second series ended, thus catastrophically failing to follow said Good Advice).
Because that's what usually happens in stories like this: someone says something momentous that didn't seem too important at the time it was being said, it would do nothing for the person who gave the advice (Jocelyn), who would just proceed to tragically miss out on the love of her life like she said, but the whole thing would gain a sense of closure by having the person she advised (Alec) get with the (platonic or romantic) love of his life. Thus having the advising character's tragedy serve a purpose, namely averting the main character's own, very similar, tragedy. But instead Jocelyn's words don't seem to have any sort of impact on Alec's storyline. He's just there to listen to her, maybe as a sort of opening to start her storyline, but the fact that it's him Jocelyn is talking to when there were others she seems more inclined to speak to? That's a bit odd.
Was the show trying to hint at something (queer)platonic between Ellie and Alec?? And at Alec being too much of an idiot to see what's right under his nose? Or were they trying to subvert queercoding by sort of queercoding the straight relationship in the series, but having the middle aged lesbians get together?
I don't know what they tried to do but I'm here for it
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tag someone you want to know and/or some of your besties.
I was tagged by @fourth-quartet 😊 Thank you!!
favourite colour: Gray but I'm currently in a brown phase
last song: I've got recently reacquainted with Beginner by AKB48 😄
last series: The Kidnapping Day. It was a lot more wholesome than the name suggests.
last movie: Saw X (surprisingly also a lot more wholesome than you'd expect????)
sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet :3
currently watching:
Koisenu Futari
Chains of Heart
The Golden Girls (season 1)
Love in the Air (2nd rewatch)
other stuff I watched this year: Not listing all of it here (I've never watched so much stuff as I did in 2023), but I'll mention the ones that I enjoyed watching the most from each month so far (*not including rewatches):
JAN: Wednesday
FEB: GAP
MAR: Not Me
APR: Tick, Tick... Boom!
MAY: Utsukushii Kare
JUN: Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938
JUL: Takin' Over The Asylum
AUG: Marry My Dead Body
SEP: Utsukushii Kare: Eternal
OCT: The Sandman
shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: I barely remember the ones I watched till the very end 🤡 But ok, let me see...
Eve (dropped after one episode; Rich People and their Rich People Problems™, I think was the reason)
A few straight GMMTV shows that I didn't really catch the name (I. Well. I just. I just couldn't make myself give a fuck, ok 😔)
+ Currently deliberating whether or not I should drop Chains of Heart. All the subtitles I've found are lacking in terms of coherence, and the story itself is already not the most straightforward, so I can only hope I'm understanding what's going on at all? 😀 And I'm also not feeling the main couple from either the present nor the past (? I suspect they are the same (but I may never know))... HOWEVER, I like the acting of the main, and the Thai scenario that is not Bangkok for once. That's always refreshing. And sometimes the cinematography is pretty too... Decisions, decisions...
currently listening to: Back for More by TXT & Anitta (I went after the link for it and distractedly searched for "banger" instead of the title 😆)
currently reading: Codename Villanelle (it's a small book but I'm. ..struggle)
current obsession: I'm not obsessing over anything at the moment 😟☹😫 Have been too busy with mundane adult life problems (therefore, as you can imagine, I'm just about going up the walls here :))
tagging: @eatprayworm @thisautistic @hyp-no-tic @visualtaehyun hi 👋
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