#oh and its gonna be angst

[goditsmeagain]

have a plan in the works for what could be an extremely long steddie fic and honestly?? it's a vibe. I need something to spend my summer doing anyway

#oh and its gonna be angst #broadening my horizons #since im studying come sept i need to get all my creativity out in one fell swoop #steddie #my fanfiction #steve x eddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin rant

[feelo-fick]

miscellaneous au doodles + a VERY self indulgent song lyric comic :D

+ extra evil comic below the cut :

"chil!" "don't look at me like that..."

#ill be honest this is all so self indulgent that its embarrassing but whatever. peace and love. i will live my truth #yes the song lyric comic is childhood friends t4t chilchuck + his wife. what of it. #yes i also put chilaios. SUE ME OKAY #anyways im really proud of that first comic i think i did the format justice #also to the fellow filipinos out there i salute to you all #if anyone who doesnt speak filipino google translates the song and talks to me about it i will uhhhhhh. kiss you <- joking #(BUT I DO ENCOURAGE TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT I WILL SCREAM) #now time for actual tags #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #<- technically #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #should i tag his wife? ill tag his wife #chilchuck's wife #laios touden #not gonna tag the others in the first comic cause theyre not the focus #chilaios #<- feed on angst with me. play with me in this space. #by the by im slightly dissatisfied with how i drew that evil comic i think it looks a little weird but i love the concept of it #i mean none of you have any context except for my friend whos working on this au with me but. i prommy that its good #oh yeah i should probably tag this au huh #[ tragedy au ] #<- dont worry about the name. d. dont worry about it. #PRAYING BEGGING PLEADING THAT THIS WILL POST PROPERLY THIS TIME

[skitskatdacat63]

His bullfighting days aren't over quite yet.

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#GET IT??? HIS *BULL*FIGHTING DAYS....hahah yeahhhh im so clever..... #suddenly had the urge to draw old man version matador nando bcs DC randomly called him a matador during quali #and im like oh my god....dc....youre so right.... #hoping this piece works as some kind of blood sacrifice for his performance in about 7 hrs :) #get it blood sacrifice??? and hes cutting his hand in this piece??? #thats supposed to represent two things. #1. hes doing a blood pact/sacrifice so his performance goes well #2. hes testing the sharpness so he can slay the bull!(and the...horse? 🤭🤭) #had a very interesting convo w Suzuki abt the implications of matador nando #based on a meme i made 😭 abt how our fantasy is that hes gonna be the bullfighter. hes gonna slay the bull #but the reality will be that he looks upon the bull from a distance #hes meant to kill the bull to overcome it. but he just ends up longing to be the bull. he fails.. hahaha get it.... #lmao angst aside i think its kinda funny how i can have this reasoning for the matador au in two eras #thats long the old man has been here. has had two distinct periods of challenging the (red) bull #ANYWAYS!!!! hope ya like!!!!!! i think this is pretty relevant hopefully 🤭🤭 #quite happy w this one even if it was less of an ordeal than most of my drawings #waaaahahhh hes so handsome!!!!! handsomest guy!!!!!!! #lol scheduling this like an hr before the race cause as i said. its an offering. its a sacrifice. i pray to the racing gods #tw blood #<- just a bit 🥰 he was originally just gonna be holding the sword but i realized ouch! sharp!!! #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #catie.art. #fa14 #f1 art #f1 fanart #matador au

[hualianisms]

finally got a copy of the revised tgcf novels and skimmed book 4 and the fenglian breakup hurts so much more in the revised version... fx's whole line about "i really don't know, then why have i followed you all this time" is removed. instead what happens is, right after xl says "no, it was the past me who was crazy", xl directly tells fx to leave:

XL: "You should go." FX: "What?" XL: "I said, I don't need you anymore, you should go."

all the other parts of the scene are the same. these revised lines, though, are so painful... it also makes it obvious that fx did not abandon xl, he only left bc xl literally dismissed him as a servant and directly told him to leave 😭

#tgcf #xie lian #feng xin #fenglian #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #either way fx did not abandon xl!!! i will die on this hill!!! #i think it's also impt to rmb that this scene takes place right after xl comes back from being stabbed 100 times #xl is not himself at all and is extremely traumatized #me desperately reminding myself: postcanon they are happy and best friends again it's literally canon that they are reunited and friends #again and happy #oh god this is genuinely so painful in a way that i was not prepared for #im sorry for the new year angst; my copy of the revised novel just happened to arrive on jan 1 😭😭😭 #my translation #mp: tgcf #i need to see what else changed but its gonna take me forever to actually read all 244 chapters omfg #oh yes mulian is gayer in the revised version btw

[intriq]

chapter 1 of my fic;

I’m sorry I’m the one you love

i went w this title cus it fits how i perceive AK jason feels towards being loved (he feels unworthy of it ur honor)

keep in mind this fic is.. gonna be both fluff filled AND angst filled (did you think i’d ever let you and jason always be happy? lmao no. ur getting the same treatment my ocs do)

In the eyes of the world, you didn’t matter. You were nothing more than a pest, a filthy rat scurrying around Gotham City. Even if you haven’t lived here your whole life, you still became a part of it’s problem. Not like you had any choice, considering you were but a child. Long since abandoned by your parents in a city you’ve since skipped and left, you find surviving in Gotham just as hard. But it’s tolerable. You know how to defend yourself, with bruises and healing knuckles to match. Gotham wasn’t an easy place to survive, much less for someone who barely knew how the city worked. All you knew is that danger was constantly lurking, in every corner and every street. You had no wariness of who the streets belonged to, of the rules etched into its architecture. All you knew of was survival.

Scavenging whenever you could, stashing the little food you could. Of course, because of you being essentially new to Gotham you weren’t aware of the rules. Or the territories and who owned what. All you knew was to run and fight to survive. Perhaps thats why he took a pittance to you. Seeing you do your hardest to survive, like him. He’s a scrawny kid, like you are. You’re both doing what you need to, in order to survive. The first time he’d seen you scrambling to steal food in the section of Crime Alley that he’d gotten in exchange for selling out his parents, Jason felt like you and him would get along. Defending this strip of land was lonely, granted him few allies considering no one wanted to even attempt to challenge him.

The first time you two talk, you worry he’ll attempt to take your hard-earned spoils like anyone else had. You’d clutched them closer to yourself, almost glaring and poised to strike like a snarling dog. The only difference being the lack of bared teeth. At the time, you were more like a wounded, cornered animal. You’d been injured because of a previous fight, pain flaring in what felt like all over whenever you attempted to move. So moving around was futile, the headache that accompanied it being the source of most of your discomfort.

It was cold, as cold as the alley you called home was dirty. It smelled and was located right outside some bar that smelled absolutely horrid. A putrid stench that lingered and seeped into the clothes of whoever hung around it. The stench clung to both you and him, mixing with the smell of car exhaust, trash, gasoline, and the other smells that clung to Gotham about as well as it’s crime rate.

But that’s fine. Jason’s been sitting still, inching closer to you every few hours. You’ve been defensive, and Jason doesn’t quite get why he is bothering at all to get you to trust him.

The first week he meets you it’s all he seems to do. When he’s finding himself food he can’t help but let his thoughts drift back to you, the only other scrappy kid that has bothered to stay around in what is essentially his turf for longer than usual. Jason’s come to learn most of what makes you tick, for the most part. Like how you refuse to move when he’s present or even looking at you, how you refuse to eat when he’s present. Jason doesn’t even get why he still bothers with you.

And you?

You don’t get it either. You don’t get why this kid just keeps coming back. You don’t bother talking back to him, just sitting there and nursing what hurts. The alley smells enough to make your head pound and hiding behind the dumpster when more rowdy drunken folk stumble outside for a variety of things. But you make it work, you suppose. And you don’t mind how the free food that comes with his company. You don’t get him sometimes, though. Don’t get his tenacity. Why he still bothers.

But maybe it’s because you also don’t understand looking forward to his short, fleeting visits. But perhaps it’s the idea that the moment your stupidly painful bruises and whatever else is wrong are healed and you can move, that he’d up and disappear. The silence between you both is as equally unsettling as it is comforting. The faint chatter of drunken patrons from the bar you rest near is just loud enough to have the same faint buzz of insects. And the air is warm and putrid, filled with the hideously disgusting odors that every city such as Gotham brings. Just any other sensible Gotham kid would give you a wide berth, but yet here he is.

Here this random scrawny street kid is, insistent on getting you to trust him. He used to talk to you, or try to. His words were always met with silence on your end. But perhaps he only continues to try after the first time he heard what sounded like a faint breathy laugh underneath that sigh you’d made to cover it up. You can’t even remember what he’d said that had been funny, but he does. It was a stupid joke, something about how this disgusting alley was at least a little warmer and better than the colder, draftier parts of the city and that the warmth was the only thing that made it worth staying in. Truth be told you’d rather be anywhere but here, even back with your parents even if they just might barely give a damn. But it was warm and never smelled. Maybe that’s why you laughed, because there was places better than this shit-hole of a city you now called home.

Yeah, maybe that was it. Maybe that’s why he sticks around, you think. Jason thinks that’s why, too.

#dc universe #jason todd #may be non canon compliant #ak!jason todd x reader #ak!jason x reader #ak jason #arkham knight jason #arkhamverse #dc fanfic #arkhamverse fanfic #this is gonna be slowburn #prepare for shenanigans bc these guys r gonna ve #SO OBLIVIOUS #like so oblivious you and alfred will be standing there #going oh my god PLEASE #JUST CONFESS ALREADY #and its gonna be glorious #with angst! #intrique's dc things

[ardenrabbit]

.

#oh god wait a second #for real tho what happens if i make a bad narrative choice and i bomb the fic and it ends up garbage #and either way this is an e rated fic and its eventually gonna earn that and thats always surreal #now all of tumblr knows your kinks #or some of them #but anyway what if its garbage tho what if i write something stupid tho what if i drag the angst on too long (the title tho) #ffhhhuckk #im fine i promise lol #alasr #my writing #oh look it talks #what is the etiquette of vent posts idk

[perpetuallyconfuzzled]

Embrace and Apart

OH THANK GOD ITS DONE ITS BEEN AN ENTIRE WEEK I AM SORRY;;;; THIS THING RAN AWAY FROM ME SO QUICKLY HELP at least the thing is done and I can die in the void JA >:’)

#SkyStar Week #skystar #SkyStar Week 2022 #Embrace/Apart #skyfire #jetfire #starscream #this is my au and I choose the level of fluff and angst #actually proud of those hands and fighting poses not gonna lie- #transformers #oh thank god its finished #i should start tagging this

[anisohtropy]

kaveh’s really pulling the words out of my brain. this wip was supposed to be just quick practice writing kavetham before I start on my howl’s au for them, but it’s not done and it’s like 13.5k? what’s going on? how did I get here? this isn’t even a complicated wip it’s just my take on kaveh’s participation in the championship event 

idk something about depressed blonde man is making my brain go whrrr and kick out bangers like “guilt is as natural to him as breathing” and “the difference between martyrdom and surrender is nothing on the scale of the universe” like who comes up with that? not anyone who isn’t still unstable from finals that’s for sure anyway I’m almost done with it so watch out

#kavetham #kavehtham #haikaveh #kaveh #alhaitham #genshin #genshin impact #and i keep dropping bangers too #i have literally no right to be going this hard for a silly wip i started to distract me from finals #kaveh is going through the ringer #i am putting him through it #but its okay because unlike hoyo i will give him a boyfriend as compensation #fellas is it gay to know someone so well you don't need words to communicate #fellas is it gay to be desperately worried about your friend leaving you so you decide to leave them first after a major argument #but you end up living together later and oh god they're in love with you and you're terrified #also you're still blaming yourself for your father's death and your therapist is a literal god #kavehs so fucked up thank god haithams functional #one day ill finally finish this thing and be happy with it #im gonna shoot everyone with my nerf gun full of angst #itll be great #someone will cry for sure

[blue--ingenue]

no bc when brad shoved Mobius against the wall and Loki immediately blasted his ass down the stairs? and strutted down the alley while popping his suit jacket button onehandedly? THAT's cinema babey

#he said #don't fucking touch my boyfriend #angst #oh the fic authors gonna love this #its me #im fic authors #loki #loki season two #loki season 2 #tom hiddleston

[caelanglang]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46673284

:)

Thank you for sharing this anon! I'm sorry I left this in my inbox for a long while but I finally got to read it and it's very beautiful ;w;

The motifs and structure, the vivid imagery and tone are all so well done :,)) (the age 20 one killed me orz)

Go read it if you have the time folks! It's a really beautiful one-shot

I especially love the last lines augh

#also the way how the writer showed skk's separation #bc same idk if its a hot take but i doubt chuuya felt the drastic grief or betrayal when dazai left #yeah he probably thought of it in some sort of bitter manner? but not necessarily 'oh i hate you for betraying me and leaving me behind' #sorry i dont really join discourse but thats my hot take #extra hot take is that chuuya of all people would understand and even support dazai leaving to respect a friend's dying words #i wonder if he suddenly thought of murase #okay bye i am not gonna spiral to angst aksjhalskg #but thanks for the fic recommendation anon! #inbox #fic rec

[mazojo]

#WHAT DOES THIS MEAN WHAT DOES THIS MEAN HOLDUP ASDJHFGBUREAIJ WHEN HE WHEN WHEN #MITSUBA ITS BEEN LIKE 2 YEARS OH MY GOD YALL DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS IS DOING TO ME #I AM DEADASS SCREAMING CRYING AND THROWING UP AS I TYPE THIS I CANT BREATHE #LOOK AT THEM GOD MITSUKOU REAL MITSUKOU CANON MITSUKOU ANGST MITSUKOU FLUFF MITSUKOU EVERYTHIGN #I am gonna stare at this till February when the next issue comes out bet #mitsukou #mitsuba #kou #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #manga

[lethiepie]

some of my friends happy abt rwby hype and im just :|

#sigh. #idk i guess im just holding back on the excitement cuz. it doesnt mean anything #like #its not confirmation of v10 ACTUALLY happening. nor somethting we didnt know cause.. #at least for me. it wasnt much of a surprise abt the cahracters reactions #COUGH COUGH RG CANON COUGH COU- #Not but fr tho. we ALL knew thats what was gonna happen. oscar is having a crisis???? no shit sherlock #i did get excited to see more of nora and ren's perspective too. i know its just an animatic that might even be changed if v10 happens #but #sigh idk. i think im just trying not to be so hyped up abt it etc etc #but anyways oscar thinking abt ruby is so bittersweet like ugh yes thats my ship right there but oh the angst 😭 #might delete this later akshwkqk sorry for rambling

[befuddled-calico-whump]

(hope you don’t mind me posting this here, as i’d like to stay on anon)

i have a or rather 2 drabble requests/ideas? but feel free to ignore this if neither of these catch your interest :)

either when Tansy finds Cerus and brings him home but from his POV or a glimpse in the (far) future of Cerus

I don't mind at all! Rather, I am excited. I always love suggestions/ideas :D

Penumbra: Unless (Cerus's POV)

cw: illness, beating/abuse, heavily implied deathwish

Tansy's POV ///// Penumbra Masterlist

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He'd heard somewhere, long ago, that the sea air was good for one's health. An old wive's tale. Something to do with the salt winds, and the vast open water. Cerus hadn't much believed it the first time he'd heard it, and the icy rains of late fall washed away what little hope he may have taken in the words.

It was hard to say how long it had been since the miners had handed him over to the shipwrights. A few weeks, perhaps, the time a blend of cold and pain and heavy planks. Not very long in, a cough had settled into his lungs and bodily shivers chased after it, following him even to sleep, when he was finally able to collapse onto a damp wool blanket, the dockside workshed shielding him from the worst of the wind.

Every day he seemed to grow weaker. Every day it became easier to retreat into his mind and let the world around him blur; a collection of cold, aching moments he couldn't pull a true memory from. Much like the mines, his work at the shipyard was not detail-oriented, consisting purely of moving materials from place to place, and accepting blows from the wrights when he failed in that. Cerus couldn't count the days, and he could no longer hold the names or the faces in his mind, but he could count the beatings.

The bad ones. Not the little slaps or glancing blows. The ones meant to teach him a lesson, yet had too much anger behind him to be as simple as that claim.

Six so far. It felt like making tally marks. And when he at last reached an as-of-yet undetermined number, it could end. His eyes would slip closed and for once, the Healer wouldn't make it in time. He only wondered how many more it would be. Another six? Four? One? It couldn't be long. It couldn't.

The rain came down heavy that morning, drenching his blanket, and it made him shiver so badly he could barely feed himself his meager breakfast. After the meal, it was off to work. Bony arms lifting planks that likely weighed more than he did these days.

He struggled under the material as he dragged it towards the builders, placing aching legs as carefully as he could to avoid slipping on the wet dock. It wasn't his footing that failed him in the end, it was his own stupid body, unable to bear the weight of the planks any longer. Cerus's legs buckled, and he hit the ground hard, scattering the wood around him. The impact with the dock spurred a coughing fit, tearing up his lungs from the inside out, and before he could even try to get up, one of the workers was towering over him, their boot colliding with his chest over and over again, pain on pain on pain.

Seven.

Maybe seven would be enough. Maybe his seventh was his last.

The worker was shouting at him, but through the pain of their blows and the struggle to breathe, Cerus couldn't be bothered to comprehend what was being said.

Get up, most likely. Get up, you worthless, wretched shadow.

Then all of a sudden, the blows stopped.

Not seven, Cerus thought, almost mournfully. Not yet.

He remained on the ground, half steadying his breath, half seizing onto a pitiful excuse for a rest, telling himself it would just be a moment, and if it wound up being a moment too long, number eight could begin, and maybe that one, that one, would mean the end. 

"Cerus?"

He froze at the sound of his own name, spasms running through his fingers as he squeezed his fists tightly, expectantly.

"Cerus."

His name again. Like the speaker was confirming to themselves that it truly was him. The damned Shadow King, the scourge of the land. He dared to look up, peering through dark hair that framed his vision like winter-dead branches.

The face before him was not a cruel one, but he knew by now how deceiving looks could be. They knelt beside him, uncertain brown eyes behind red curls, regarding him with something that may have been pity.

"Do you have a place away from the rain?" they murmured, the question only serving to remind Cerus that he didn't, that everything he'd had, everything he'd been, was lost. The stranger's brow furrowed when he told them as much.

Their hand, warm brown contrasting the gray that surrounded them both, pulled away from where it had been tucked inside their cloak, extending towards Cerus. 

"Then come with me."

The words, the gesture, the imitation of kindness, all curdled together, threatening to dredge up memories of a similar ruse; memories he'd rather leave buried. They wanted to hurt him. He was certain of that much. They wanted to bring him somewhere dry and warm and hurt him. Perhaps they'd already bribed the dock workers to look the other way. Perhaps that was why the beating had ceased.

He could do nothing to stop it. Even should he try to run, to surrender himself to the icy embrace of the sea, he'd never get far. The builders or the guards or the stranger would catch him, and he'd be dragged away to suffer.

He could do nothing to stop it. He could only give himself up, and hope it made things easier, hope his compliance, his submission, would inspire even the smallest shard of mercy.

Shoulders shaking, chest rattling with every tiny, hitching breath, Cerus pressed his trembling hand into the stranger's. 

An acceptance of whatever fate they decided to inflict.

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#i do have some plans for future!cerus #but for now its all gonna be past/present to avoid spoilers+not end up contradicting myself too badly lol #i swear ill get back to the main story eventually #and i still have cerus prompts sitting in my askbox that ill also get to soon :) #sad sad man #cerus: i hate and distrust everyone because everyone hates and distrusts me #also cerus: oh shoot better use they/them so i don't accidentally misgender this new tormentor #i write whump not homophobia #whump #penumbra: shadow king #anon #fantasy whump #villain whumpee #royal whump #beaten #tw abuse #angst

[hassianlovebot]

im thinking about reth/hassian...

#like on one hand lots of great opportunities for humor #on the other hand Lots of great opportunities for angst... #ough..... #im thinking of reth constantly going out to bahari bay to drop off packages and hassian always seeing him and being like.. the fuck? #and maybe it starts off a little enemies ish where hassian is like You Work For The Cartel You Freak #but eventually it progresses to reth breaking down and admitting that its all for tish and that hassian Cannot say anything #and if there's one thing hassian understands its familial love and loyalty #hassian still doesnt Like reth but he understands and he's not gonna rat him out #they form a reluctant friendship.. tau Loves reth and reth is always giving him treats... #hassian starts dropping off chapaa meat at the inn... reth starts giving him meals in return... #hassian eventually offers his grove as a resting place on days/nights that reth is making his rounds #oh man... hassian wanting to protect reth... OUGHHHHH #worms in my brain!!! get out!!!!! #and if i wrote a little reth/hassian drabble... what then...

[astranauticus]

tbh if i really had to articulate the difference between yoo joonghyuk and kim dokja to me because both of them drive me absolutely insane but it's like. i want to draw yoo joonghyuk i want to put kim dokja in a little terrarium and carry him in my pocket. yjh gives me endless art ideas kdj gives me absolutely deranged analysis-adjacent thoughts i cannot possibly hope to articulate

#asto speaks #orv mumbles #no you don't understand i've been trying to this in words for ages #bc i know the vibe of these two is very difference but i couldn't. describe it for a long time #it's kind of the difference between starship and the professionals from rwd tbh #both of them drove me insane but starship was very. oh they make me feel things and i'm gonna draw absolutely evil angst about it #professionals was like. damn i wanna put them under a microscope. #me pointing at yjh: im gonna put this beautiful man in so many situations #me pointing at kdj: (thoughts are being thunk) #its weird cuz i can never quite pin down what about a character/ship makes me want to draw them specifically #the way i'll look at something and be like oh you are intellectually fascinating

[the-magpie-archives]

Being stabbed is often seen as sexy, romantic, and clean. It's not, and it's definitely not the kind of death you'd want to give to somebody you love. But it's not like Martin had a choice there in that room, with one way to save everyone, to stop everything; and it's not like Jon had any other option.

Physically, stabbing someone isn't difficult if your knife is relatively sharp; but you still have to press through fat, muscle, tendons, organs. Whether it's psychological or genuinely feeling your knife tear in, you'll know what you're stabbing through.

Psychology, stabbing someone is a different story. To stab anyone takes a tremendous amount of effort, generally the human brain isn't predisposed to such a level of violence. But to stab someone you love, rupture their body with intent to end their life? It's excruciating.

Being stabbed isn't as painful as you'd think. At first. It's often compared to the feeling of being punched; the shock eats away at the initial nerve response. But realising you're horribly, critically injured? That's what really hurts. Feeling your blood spill out, knowing that the organs that give you life have been pierced, made obsolete. Knowing that everything you love may be over soon.

You begin to feel cold, fast. With an injury like that your body knows it's failing, and sends all the blood to the heart and brain, hoping to keep you awake long enough to get help; the body doesn't want you to die comfortably, it wants you to live. Cold hands, cold feet, cold face, shivering, and without hope. Can you imagine holding someone you love, bleeding and shaking from your actions. What could make that bearable?

They say that animals know when they're going to die, when they're beyond the point of healing; this, to a human, is possible, but so wildly ignored. You cannot ignore this wisdom when your blood is spilling onto the floor and your vision is growing dark.

Holding a person going through this, even if they say nothing, is to know the thoughts that race through their mind. The tension in their body as the shock reaches its climax, their desperation to survive peaking. The gradual loss of tension as they submit to their fate, and the eventual crushing weight of their unconscious body; the knowledge that you tore the life out of somebody. Your somebody.

Maybe it's a good thing Martin didn't make it out of the archives, because facing all that is incompatible with moving forward.

#Martin had to suffer through this it's only fair that we suffer too :') #I've gotta say though I think the end of MAG 200 Is one of the most romantic things ever #Like.... Martin said before that he wouldn't be able to kill Jon and he couldn't but he HAD TO #And he did... Because its what Jon wanted #Anyways yeah‚ eternal suffering or whatever!! ✨ #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #Jonmartin #Jmart #Mag 200 #tma finale #the eyepocalypse #tma the eye #tma angst #tma analysis #tma spoilers #Oh my god there's gonna be so many tws for this #tw stabbing #tw knife #tw blood #tw injury #tw graphic description #tw grief #tw guilt #Uhh okay I think this is enough? Do let me know if I should add more 😌