#Camilo loves guys and gals

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Camilo sneaking into the opposite genders locker room like pepa did story? He can shape shift so he probably wouldn't even get caught

I strayed so far from the original plan on this- but lowkey I really liked what I came

(Note-this will NOT be too much like Pepa's fic. This will be pg-13 at best, just some mischief. Why? Because the guy is 16, chill)

Now Camilo got along great with his classmates. Like, not to brag, but he was pretty much THE guy around school. And he loved everyone too, for the most part, especially his guy buddies. Don't get him wrong, guys were cute. Like, real cute. They were dumb, they were loud, they smelled nice-but Camilo was never satisfied with just one thing. He wanted to know about girls. I mean, he knew a lot about girls in general, living with seven of them, but when Amanda turned up absent, he decided now was as good of a time as any. So instead of getting in line with the other boys after their game, he snuck in with the girl's pack. His boys would lie and say he was with them the whole time, if worst came to worst.

He didn't know what to expect. But the girl's locker room was surprisingly the same. More quiet, and a bit more clean, but definitely pretty similar. He kept himself hidden for the most part, wanting to oberve more than anything.

"Oh my god, Maria STUFFS."

Now he wasn't one to judge, being a shape-shifting guy, but more girls in the class stuffed their bras than he thought. He didn't have too much to focus on that though, he was too distracted by their bodies. Now he didn't mean it in a pervy way, but rather, in fascination. Sure, some boys were smaller and less hairy than others, but these girls were so...pretty. Smooth looking skin, such pretty hair, and he wasn't gonna lie, he even liked the way their underwear looked. It wasn't so plan jane like guy's underwear. Theirs were so pretty, some with ribbons, some with lace.

Camilo just had the worst case of gender envy, honestly.

Apparently he was too into their looks, that he totally forgot about hiding. Josefina poked her head in his direction, looking pleased as punch.

"Amanda! I thought you weren't gonna be here! What happened to your dad?"

Well shit. Camilo was happy he had voices on lockdown, but that did almost nothing with this story he had no idea about. He cleared his throat, and joined the small group of girls, trying to not stare at their cute under clothes.

"I uh. Can't say yet. But I felt bad for leaving you guys, so I decided to come back!"

He tried not to freeze up as Josefina and Teresa gave him a good hug on each side. Oh WOW this hug was way different than a hug from guys. It wasn't as rough or as awkward (teenage boys were NOT good with their feelings, unlike him). It was firm, it was soft, and it didn't smell like just sweat. Smelled like flowers and lipgloss, and just a HINT of sweat.

"Aw, girly, that's so sweet!"

"So we finally gonna talk about boys then? You've been dodging your super obvious crush!"

Call it the gossip part of him, but he was definitely interested in their words, and not just because they wore their underclothes look GOOD (sometimes the clothes wore the person, he knew the difference).

"Depends, which one? We got variety at this school!"

The girls laughed at him, all while they continued to get out of their gym clothes and fix up their hair.

"I thought you had a thing for Miguel! Who else is there?"

Camilo got comfortable in his seat, absolutely ready for these gossipy bitches. He knew these girls fairly well, but guys tended to not gossip with girls. At least, about fellow guys.

"Oh screw Miguel, he's about as interesting as dirt. You guys want someone FINE- you want Raoul. This guy has a tattoo, right at his hip dip, you can see it just poking out of his towel!"

"No WAY, how do you KNOW that?!"

Camilo put his finger over his lip, signaling he doesn't kiss and tell, before noticing Camila. Camila was SUPER pretty, if a bit anti social. He shouldn't have said anything, but he couldn't help himself.

"Mija-that color does not go with your skintone."

She paused to look at him, and Camila frowned.

"But I like beige?"

"It's not an ugly color, just not for you. Here, may I?"

Camila nodded, and Camilo just went for it. He stole lipstick from the girl next to her, and gently held onto Camila's face as he applied a good, bright pink color. He added a bit of blush to her cheeks, gave her brows a quick brush, and just like that, instant improvement. He held the mirror to her face, and she gasped in surprise.

"Oh my god- how'd you do that so fast?!"

"You have LOADS of natural beauty, Camila, you just need to highlight your features! You have perfect cheeks, your eyebrows are to die for, and your lips are like, perfect. You always wear beige and it's like, people can't see it!"

Camila apparently just now realized Camilo was touching her bottom lip, and she exploded in color, before thanking him (a bit loudly), and taking her things as she quickly left. Ah, a gay panic, he was familiar with it, and it looked SO cute when girls did it. Josefina raised a brow at him, clearly confused.

"You didn't know how to apply eyeliner yesterday, what's up with you?"

"Oh uh. I'm just full of surprises. You could ask more questions, or you could let me give you a boho crown and see how it frames your face."

The girls shared glances at each other, before she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Do my hair!!"

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The time you got in between PE and lunch was only twenty minutes. And spending time in the girl's locker room was the shortest, wildest twenty minutes of his life. The tea he spilled, the hair and makeup he did, the panties he had seen. It. Was. Everything. He almost didn't want it to end.

"See you tomorrow girls!"

He waved off his gal pals as the bell dismissed them. Ugh, they were just so pretty, so sweet and good to him. He really wished they would trust him like that WITHOUT him pretending to be someone else, but hey, story of his life. Once he knew it was safe, he transformed back into himself, joining the pack of the boys. Eduardo raised a brow at Camilo as he leaned against his shoulder. Guy was pretty much used to Camilo touching him whenever he felt like.

"Where have YOU been? Hitting on the lunch ladies?"

"Hey, that's how I get two helpings, first of all. Second, nope. I went to forbidden territory. The girl's locker room."

He had SO many eyes on him in a second. The boys crowded him, and the stupid looks on their faces reminded him just WHY he liked boys. Easy to impress and coax attention out of.

"You went to the girl's locker room?! You snuck in?!"

"Better. I just walked right in. Or should I say...Amanda did."

They got it immediately, muttering against themselves, as if Camilo learned the secret to life.

"Dude, how much did you see?!"

Camilo left them hanging, just for a second, before grinning.

"Every. Single. Thing."

He wasn't admiring girls in the same way they were, but even he had to admit, women were gorgeous and alluring enough to deserve such awe.

"You gotta tell us! We gotta know who has what chest!"

Camilo shrugged, starting to walk away, and of course, they followed.

"I dunno. I'm a little too hungry to remember."

"We'll buy you lunch! As much as you want!"

Camilo turned to the group, thinking carefully, before gesturing to Raoul.

"Buy me lunch, and gimme your shirt."

He obeyed automatically, only raising a brow as soon as he handed him his shirt.

"But I'm three sizes bigger than you."

"And don't you just hold those sizes well, papi chulo~...alright, walk and talk with me, boys. Raoul, in front, I want a view."

Camilo could complain that being different people got him different treatment. But he could NOT complain that being himself was pretty damn great.

#not transformers #encanto #suggestive ish #asks #seriously #Camilo loves guys and gals #but guys are just so easy to play with #while he just #admires the shit out of girls #honestly if Camilo could he'd just adore both of them all day #and yeah lowkey he REALLY feels comfortable in girl clothes whenever he turns into them

[awkwardtortilla]

Hcs for when cami gets sad??? Xoxo

Awe hell yea

Sad!Camilo hcs

This was a lot less angsty than I had in mind but I still love it and loved writing it

warnings: sickeningly sweet; kinda heartbreaking; gender identity crisis; Camilo being a sad puppy; not proofread

It’s really obvious when Camilo’s upset

He mopes

It’s so goddam pitiful you can’t help but want to hold him

I mean you were gonna do it anyways but his sad puppy eyes and droopy head just make it more compelling

He’ll keep up an act for the crowds and the kids, smiling and playing

But as soon as he waves goodbye the grin fades and his shoulders slump and he crosses his arms across his chest

Yes Ik it’s very angsty teen

But it’s also very Camilo

He’s not gonna try to hide his feelings if he doesn’t feel like he needs to bc it seems stupid

Why would someone bottle up their feelings?

Why hide them?

That just creates more problems

And not the fun kind

So when you approach him and ask if everything’s alright he doesn’t try for a smile and nod his head

Camilo looks right at you and shakes his head with the saddest look it makes your heart ache

So you offer him your hand and lead him somewhere secluded

You sit down on a bench or the ground and either A) gently pull him onto your lap or B) let him sit next to you

It depends on the temperature and your moods

It doesn’t matter which position tho he’s still gonna curl up there and flop his head onto your shoulder which prolly hurts you both a lil but you don’t really mind as he nuzzles into you and breathes deep

You wrap your arm(s) around him, rest your chin on the top of his head, and trace the tips of your fingers up and down his arm(s)

Or you might do that to his back

Or you might rub his back

Or a combination of the above

But anyways

As Camilo heaves a sigh you quietly ask if he wants to talk about it

Welp I was gonna say that toward the beginning of your relationship he wouldn’t but I honestly don’t think it would matter

If he doesn’t need to get it out or if he doesn’t have the energy to talk about it then he shakes his head

So you’ll just chill there with him, comforting him wordlessly, pressing tender, loving kisses anywhere and everywhere

Neck, forehead, temple, hair, hands, arms, shoulders, everywhere

If he’s on your lap with his chest to yours you’ll slowly comb your hands thru his hair and twirl the ends around your fingers

Ayyyy mierda [shit]

Camilo loves every bit of it

He’s so goddam grateful for you and your endless affection

He loves that you aren’t pressing him for answers and instead just provide this silent but strong wall of comfort that he can lean on

Then again

Camilo will definitely talk to you

He trusts and loves you with all that he is and will have no issues with opening up

I’m sure you’ve heard this a million times in all the other hcs and imagines and fanfics but a main cause of Camilo’s upset-ness is that ppl in town are always asking for him to be other ppl

No one asks for just Camilo

So he’s often left feeling unwanted and used

So you’re there to remind him that you and the other Madrigals love Camilo for Camilo

He’s more than his gift

Then another huge source of mopey behavior is an identity crisis

With his gift it’s easy for all the appearances and genders and changing to go to his head

Camilo is also, without a doubt, a he/they

I don’t know a single he/they or she/they (including myself) that has not had multiple gender identity crisis’

And even after they come out and have it “figured out” there are still lots of times when they question it

So when Camilo has his he’s very confused and feeling vulnerable and probably second guessing everything every time someone calls him “he” or “they”

There’s honestly not much you can do for this

No solid advice you can give

No definite or clear solution

But you can offer support

You can promise that you’ll be there no matter what

It doesn’t matter if Camilo is a guy, gal or nonbinary pal

You’ll always love him/them for him/them

And Camilo is infinitely grateful for it

You have no idea

Camilo’s heart swells- no- bursts with love and gratitude and adoration

He holds you a little closer

Squeezes you a little tighter

Falls whole stories deeper in love with you (if that was even possible)

#camilo headcanons #camilo imagine #camilo madrigal #camilo x you #camilo fanfic #camilo fluff #camilo x reader #fluffy shit #identity crisis #gender identity crisis #actually kinda sad #not proofread

[crows-child]

“𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨!?” —𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙡

ALright, brain rot, Jealous! Camilo having a fight with the reader.

camilo x gn! reader

mirabel x reader (platonic ig)

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You and Camilo are literally close. Very. thick as fucking thieves. The chaotic duo, drama all the way bitch. You two are never seen separated! Literally, it’s like you guys are attached to the hip.

….

Well that was when you guys were kids.

You guys drifted away…young loVERS TORN APART! Charot lmao

You guys haven’t spent a lot of time with each other because of chores…and Casita breaking…etc. confessions from guys and gals alike. Of course, gayness bitch.

—--

You walk around the village, books in your arms, you are currently trying to go to la casa Madrigal. Emphasis on trying.

“Hey–coming through!” you yell at some kids who're running around the street. You really did not want to damage these new books from the city.

You were pulled back to the sidewalk, “Dios Mio, Y/n, you’re gonna get yourself killed oneday” said your friend, Camilo Madrigal, the shapeshifting Madrigal. “I’m sorry that I don’t control that damn donkey I guess” you rolled your eyes. You rearrange the books in your arms while Camilo hands you the ones you dropped. “What are you doing with those books anyway?” he questioned, “ well for your information, I need these books to know more about astronomy.” you answered “Astrono- what? Stop making up words!”

“I’m not dumbass”

“You wound me, L/n”

“Stop being dramatic”

“stOp bEiNg drAmaTic!” mocked Camilo, shapeshifting into you. “Bastard, '' you muttered. Indeed you borrowed these books in a library from your visit in the city.

“So,” Camilo started, “so?” you asked.

“How’s the city? Do they actually have those rectangular things that take pictures?” he tilted his head to the side, “well, duh. I learned a lot about it. Emphasis on a lot” smugly, you took the phone from your pocket as he examined it in awe “woahh woah woah waoh WOAH- can we take pictures!?”

“HELL YEAH!”

You pushed the books in his hands as he waited patiently when you opened your phone. “Alright, here” you said, posing yourself for a selfie. He looked at you, “dude what are you doing?” “posing?” “poser.” you rolled your eyes “just get in a pose so I can get a picture!” he sighed, “fine.” he puts your arm around your waist while you put yours around his neck. “Alright, now look at that dot thing right there, yeah, there” you and him smiled and *click* damn, you forgot to turn off the flash.

Silly Y/n, totally did not do that on purpose.

You laughed at your friend’s pain as you examined the picture. Your eyes were closed while Camilo had the look that said ‘holy shit I did not expect to be hurt today, how dare you’ you snorted at his reaction and decided to put it as a wallpaper.

“Aggh! You wound me, Y/n! You will regret this I tell you!” Yelled dramatically by the shapeshifter. “Alright, sure, now get up, people are looking,”

“You hurt me! The audacity you have!”

You sighed, smiling, dragging him by the back of his ruana as he helplessly got dragged.

—---

Camilo frowned, you’ve been spending more time with Mirabel than him, bitch what the fuck. He knew he shouldn’t be sad, or hell, jealous!

He looks silently while you and his prima dance around the flowers Isabela made.

“So, me being the best prima ever–hey!--sorry, best prima ever THAT’s the same age as Camilo, when ya gotta tell him? Babe, me and the girls waiting in agony.”

“Suffer.”

“Damn! Who hurt you today? But seriously though. I am dying.” said Mirabel, slouching her back to show mock tiredness

You blushed, playing with your hands “can- can you help me confess?” Mirabel blinked, “OF COURSE!” she hugged you, happy you finally asked her that, you laughed while holding her small frame by the waist. Camilo, of course, saw this and thought you confessed your undying love for his prima. His eyes still widen in shock and pain. He walked, walked away to the woods and stayed there.

He sighed, he knew his sister could hear him, he knew he never stood a chance in the first place, so why did he still have hope? Why , why did he pretend to think that he actually had a stand? Is it because of how you act around him? Those smirks and smiles you give him? The ones who always make him swoon and weak in the knees? He’s pathetic, he thinks. He thinks he’s just the best friend. That’s what he thinks now. But when he first saw you, oh it was the best day ever! On January the 5th (yes today, fuck off.) the first day he saw you. You guys were still kids, it was the first year he got his gift. He shapeshifted into different people to entertain his prima, who didn’t get a gift. He heard laughter from behind him, he turned around and saw you. You were pretty. But still, were you laughing at his prima? “What’re you laughing at?” he asked. “You! That’s awesome really. Sure. but I could literally see you using your gift to make yourself taller.” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms sassily. “I do not!”

“Do.”

“Do not!”

“Do!”

“I DON’T”

“Sure, curly. Anyway, hi there! I’m y/n, my family just moved here.” you smile at Mirabel. She looked at you and smiled, “Hi there, Y/n! I’m Mirabel, nice to meet you but please don’t be mean to my primo” she put her hand behind her neck. “Sure , okay Mirabel!” you said enthusiastically, “so, what’s your name? I can’t call you curly forever.” you joke, he looked at you and smiled, “Camilo Madrigal, hope ya enjoy Encanto, Y/n!” he said, shaking your extended hand. Mirabel smiled at the interaction. And from that day on, you three would hang out each day. It was the best decision of his life, shaking your hand, telling you his name.

He smiled softly at the memory, I may not have said this before, but he had a bouquet of flowers with him, he hand picked them from the forest, too tired of Isabela’s teasing.

He looked at it with tired eyes, sighed and put it in the side. He hid behind his arms and let the tears fall. He wondered what you and Mirabel were doing now.

—--

And wonder he did.

“And, what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Camilo Madrigal.” you finished, you opened your eyes and was met with Mirabel’s judging look. “Dude, all you did was ramble and finish with that.” she said blankly. You sigh dramatically, falling in her arms “I’m helpless! Hopeless! I cannot do this without you, amor! Please, accept my confession, I hid this blooming feelings from you since the day we met! Oh my dear, I love you!” you put your hand above your forehead while the other was clenching your chest. Your friend rolled her eyes and fucking made you fall- “you’re good now. Just do that dramatic shit you do. Ugh, I can’t believe I have to deal with two dramatic theatre kids. Jesucristo, Dios, dame paciencia para lidiar con estas dos perras” she muttered and cursed and left. (“Jesus Christ, God, give me patience to deal with these two bitches” *uses google translate because I don’t know the language*)

You got up from the ground and decided to find your dearest beloved. You’ve searched everywhere, anywhere he could've been. But nothing. You decided to ask Dolores where her dearest brother may be. “So? Where is he?” you anxiously wait for her answer, “mhm, they’re at your safe spot in the forest, hurry, he sounds like he’s crying.”

You thanked her and ran to the forest.

“Camilo? Camilo! Where are you!?” Dios, why is your spot the forest? You heard sniffles in a distance, you speed-walked towards the sound and saw Camilo, “Camilo? Are you okay, Amigo?”

He looked at you with red eyes, yet he glared. He shuffled away from you, “what do you want?” his voice was cold and harsh, you noticed. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you? Who are they, I’ll beat them up!” you joked to lighten the mood. He scoffed, “why won’t you go back to Mirabel?” okay now you’re confused, “what do you mean?” he rolled his eyes, “oh you know, you not even telling me you like my prima! And even confessing in front of me! You have some nerve, Y/n L/n!” he yelled at you, his vision blurred with tears.

You furrowed your eyebrows in anger, “you were eavesdropping on my conversation!? You know I love my privacy!” standing up, he rolled his eyes and harshly wiped his tears, “well maybe I don’t know anything about you! What else!? What else are you not telling me!? I’ve told you everything about me yet you share little information! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?” he screamed at your face, his tears rolling down his beautiful, sun-kissed face “MY PROBLEM!? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S CRYING AND FUCKING EAVESPROPPING ON PEOPLE’S CONVERSATION! WHY DID YOU EVEN ASSUME I LIKE MIRABEL!?”

“Oh HA HA HA, NOW IT’S MY FAULT!? I SEE HOW YOU LOOK AT HER! YOU. YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S IGNORING THE OBVIOUS SIGNS THAT I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU Y/N M/N L/N! BUT HEY! LET’S IGNORE THAT BS AND GO FOR MIRABEL!” he points his finger at you, realising what he said, his eyes widen as he hid behind his ruana

He plopped down the ground and mumbled, “ignore what I said, pretend that this argument never happened.” embarrassed, Camilo Madrigal is embarrassed, you laughed. “Stop laughing! I'm sad!”

“I- hah- I’ m sorry but- HHAAH DIOS MIO- YOU’RE EMBARRASSED! THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN! I am telling your primas this– but wait wait wait, you love me?” you turn to him, eyes widening. He blushed even more, hiding in his ruana as he leaned his covered head on the tree he sat at, “ I said it twice, are you deaf?” his muffled nervous voice said. You grinned, “you love- love me?” , “stop making me repeat myself!” you grabbed him by the shoulders, making him face you. His ruana fell back, making you see his flushed face, his eyes not meeting yours, hell, his lips looked wobbly. You smiled at him, “I literally went to find you to say I like you, what the hell.” he looked at you, “wait really?” his eyes had that spark of hope, “of course! You made me fall in love with you, Milo, you understood the assignment and did it right.” his smile widened, he took you by the waist and spun you around.

“HELL YEAH! TAKE THAT MANUEL! MF TRIED TO TAKE MI AMOR!”

You laughed at his antics “alight alight, stop– you’re making me dizzy”

“Dizzy with my love!” he smiled smugly

“Alright, come here, dork.”

He pressed his forehead in yours, he looked at you with adoration and love, it was amazing. After a long comfortable silence, he whispered, “can I kiss you?”

You smiled at him, closing your eyes and connecting your lips in his.

—---

“Shut up! Shut up!” the Madrigal family silenced, Dolores hummed in satisfaction, “mhm, he did it. He kissed them.” The familia cheered, they grew tired of Camilo rambling about how pretty you are and how he loves you so much. “Finally! Ugh, did Y/n confess with full drama or just fumbled and melted?” questioned Isabela. “It was Camilo who confessed in the middle of their fight.”

“WEAK!”

“You’re the one to talk, Isa. Hey, how’s that baker girl by the way?” Mirabel smirked at her sister as she blushed and stuttered.

“N- none of your business!”

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Finally! I’m free from the burden of making a fic!

#camilo x reader #camilo x you #camilo madrigal x reader #mirabel my beloved #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #the madrigals #camilo madrigal #finally fucking posted it #isabela is lesbian and the fandom agrees #mirabel x reader #WHY DID I TAG MIRABEL X BRUNO!? DISGUSTING

[atlasira]

okay just to piggy back off of this ask and speak more about my feelings on LITG’s mlm content:

i had a feeling smthg was up with the gay specifically mlm writing because playing a wlw route (aj, yas, or lily) during the boat party, it was made blatantly clear tai and ciaran were boyfriends. it was stated.

i’ve recently come to find out that if you were romancing a man, then that distinction is never given. they never make it clear tai & ciaran are in an actual relationship, and even if FB still wanted to make them single, they still don’t even reference a past romantic relationship where they broke up or smthg. i’ve seen players say they genuinely thought tai and ciaran were just friends the entire time. very ‘gal pal/bromance’-ey but while it’s easy to fault player dense-ness, the writing behind their relationship was also just weirdly lacking?? it felt as if FB didn’t want to include a blatant mlm relationship unless they were sure the player was in a same sex relationship as well. that they wanted to keep that aspect out of sight most likely for straight players “in case they didn’t want to see that”, but made sure to throw it in for LGB players for brownie points. 

and even before the boat party in the original season 3 arc the writing behind their relationship is?? awkward?? i dont mean they’re awkward, but that the literal writing is. you’ll see instances of the other happy couples acting like theyre smitten with each other, flirting, kissing, being generally very intimate, etc. while with tai and ciaran, the most they ever did was hold hands and cuddle one (1) time. im not saying things necessarily shouldve been more sensual because that might be going into fetishistic territory. and as someone thats not a mlm i dont know how to articulate the complexities behind that well, nor is it even really my place as i dont experience that kinda of microaggressional homophobia (while wlws experience it in a similar way, it’s still not the exact same).

what i mean is just that it was almost like the writing behind tai and ciaran’s relationship was.... tip toeing around it? like fusebox didnt want to make them seem too coupley, but just coupley enough to get rep points. i mean ffs i dont think they smooched once during the entire season! on a game called Love Island! meanwhile we’ll get scenes of genevieve straight up grinding on harry (a guy she didn’t even really like) and camilo talking about bringing iona home to his family. meanwhile tai and ciaran get what? a “flirty debate” on socks and fucking sandals?????

and then, going back even further to season 2 with arjun and elijah, them getting together was seen as more of a joke than an actual serious coupling. a “haha why not #bromance” instead of genuine romantic feelings being involved. now, i dont remember much from the wedding, but apparently their relationship being serious was confirmed there. however, even that felt like a crumb because its only mentioned in passing and quickly glossed over. if you didnt latch onto it, it was easily forgettable and possibly even missed. tai and ciaran were hands down much better rep but even they couldve been done better by a mile.

this is what i meant in my original response when i said “clunky at best” (tai x ciaran) and seen as just smthg of a joke at worst (arjun x elijah laughing about being a ‘thing’ in s2). the mlm content couldve been done so much better, and if its true that the employees themselves wanted to do so but were hindered by the higher ups, then that, alongside all their other issues, just adds to the fact that FB very desperately needs new management bc what theyre doing now and what theyve done before just aint it.

#love island the game #litg #babbles #long text post //