#(mostly spud)

[the-king-of-lemons]

this is great i cant finally interact w my mutuals without having to actually say things to them

[delucadarling]

I have a Very small garden, plus some potatoes and strawberry plants in the apartment (hopefully some snapdragons and a spider plant eventually as well). The nice thing about it is it's been very manageable so far. Everything's been planted now, so it's just a waiting game until they germinate, need more fertilizer, weeding/killing pests/etc.

The hard part is there's nothing to do now. I've planted everything! Everything is watered and fed. No weeds need pulling at this point, no pests to fight. I've already made a very fussy spreadsheet to track when I planted everything, where it's placed, when it'll likely germinate and then when it'll be ready for harvest after that...

[tstain-i-guess]

[dumbthink]

always sunny au where nadine was the one who wrote the thing abt Dennis chugging dick @will3nd

[readerihardlyknowher]

hello!! I was wondering if you could do a spencer agnew x reader fic (fem!reader if that’s okay) where spencer and reader are coworkers at Smosh. Both are cast and have never really gotten along the best but one day things kinda click for them in a video during a shoot (kinda acquaintance to friends to lovers). During this shoot and once the video airs, other Smosh workers and even fans start to notice the change, like how they always want to be touching or near each other in some way in other videos or even when not filming. It’s just that neither of them realize then the smosh peps try to start and force them into spaces and situations together to hopefully get them to realize their feelings and admit them. Thanks! And hopefully this made sense lol

Okay, so this was originally going to just be a oneshot, but I've been working on it since last week and it's not even close to being done yet, so I'm releasing it in parts.

A Loving Feeling | Pt. 1

Spencer Agnew x Reader Warnings: None WC: 2,195 Pt.1, Pt. 2

It wasn’t that Spencer was bad per say, nor was it that you were particularly stuck up, but rather, you both just hadn’t interacted all that much. It made no sense as to why, really. You knew everyone else loved him, even the more bubbly ones like you, but you just never sat down and chatted with him. Frankly, it had gotten a little annoying how often people brought him up in conversation. Whenever you talked about a videogame you liked, Shayne would bring up how Spencer had already done a playthrough last year. If you brought up a show you were watching, Angela would mention how Spencer tried getting her to watch it. It was kind of pissing you off, and you didn’t really know the guy. It’s not like you watched many Smosh videos anyways, but you especially didn’t watch the videos with him. If you started to like him just from his on-screen persona, then that wouldn’t feel right at all. And if you hated him for his on-screen persona, that also wouldn’t feel fair. 

Which is why you were a little nervous to see that you both were supposed to be on camera together as two sisters in a Spud Hut video. You figured that it shouldn’t be too difficult, it’s just a few minutes on camera and a few minutes talking it out beforehand. It’s mostly improv, but you still wanted to get some things straight, like names.

When you walk up to the man (who is currently dressed as a middle-aged woman) you had yet to have spoken to, you suck in a breath, mentally preparing yourself for him to roll his eyes and walk away from you. You don’t even know why you think this, because he’s never been rude or standoffish to you in the past, but since you two had never really spoken anything’s on the table.

“Okay, so I don’t know about you, but I think my character’s screaming ‘Carrie’,” you begin, because nothing better than just jumping in without saying anything like “Hey! Nice to finally talk to you! Sorry we haven’t talked in the whole ass year that I’ve been here!” But to your surprise, he looks down at your outfit with a nonchalant glance and nods.

“You’re absolutely right, that’s a Carrie for sure.” The smile on his face felt like ice cold water in the heat. You felt relieved, safer, that there didn’t need to be anything to worry about. “For alliteration purposes I’ll be Mary.”

You smile back at him, still a little nervous, but now mostly alright. You don’t know how it’ll be improvising with him, you don’t know if you have a similar sense of humor, you don’t know anything about this man you’ve worked in the same building as for the past year except you apparently have the similar interests.

It’s time to get on set, and you both wait until you’re given the go ahead to enter the kitchen where you’re filming. When you’re finally told to head on, you feel Spencer’s arm lock with yours as he walks merrily into the room, where Chanse, Angela, and Damien are standing. You remind yourself to get in character as you walk up to “order.”

“Well I’ll be, this place is… unique, Mary,” you begin, giving your character a southern accent. Spencer glances over at you with a nod. When he speaks, his voice sounds hilariously high-pitched.

“I do agree, Carrie. I don’t know what on earth anyone sees in a place like this.”

At this, Chanse steps forward, introducing himself in character.

“Hi, my name is Jerry Spruce, I’m the owner of the Spud Hut. Our special today is the Oyster Spud,” he says, painfully in-character. You internally cringe at the concept of an “oyster spud” but you nod and put on an impressed face.

“An Oyster Spud? That sounds very well refined, doesn’t it, sister?”

“Very much so, sister. I do say, I heard there was the famed fettuccine alfredo spud here?” Spencer asks, which gets a nod from Chanse.

“Yes, our fettuccino alfredi spud is world renowned. I can get both of those ready for you now.”

You look over at Spencer, feeling less and less awkward by the minute. He turns back to you and catches you staring, so you speak to cover it up.

“Sister, I’m disappointed. You know, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips,” you say, mimicking an older, judgy aunt as best you can. Spencer’s face breaks out in a small smile as he tries not to break.

“Sister, I know you are not talking to me about what to eat. I’ve seen the things you put in your mouth and it’s filthy,” he ends with a snap, acting all sassy. You mirror him, yet this whole time you still keep your arms locked.

“I can’t believe you’d call your husband filthy then, Mary,” you finish with another snap, which makes him gasp and clutch the pearls around his neck with his white-gloved hand.

“Well, I’ll tell you Carrie, that the reason your husband left you is because I showed him how much better he could have had it with me.”

By this point, Chanse has now brought over the potatoes, but you two are both so into the fake argument that you take the potatoes from his hands and begin to walk out.

“I am telling mother all the cruel and sinful things you’ve been doing, Mary,” you say, not taking your eyes from Spencer’s. He huffs out a laugh and turns up his nose.

“Have fun talking to a grave then, Carrie.” And with that, you are off the set. Still though, you have to be silent for an extra minute while the crew makes sure you’re not needed again before taking off the costumes. So for that time, you both just look at each other and try not to laugh. Once you’re both given the green light to take off your mics and undress, you let out a snicker and unloop your arm from his. For the first time since walking into the kitchen, you both aren’t pinned to each other’s side. As you undo your mic, you speak.

“God, that was really fun,” you say to no one in particular, looking down partly to see what you’re doing, but mostly to avoid eye contact with him.

“Yeah, it’s no wonder Shayne and Amanda keep saying we should be in videos together. We nailed that shit,” he says, now undoing his own mic. Your snaps up to look up at him at this. You didn’t know he was also getting those same words as you were.

“Yeah, we definitely did.” There’s a pause for a moment before you let out a nervous sigh before looking up at him. “Hey, I feel bad that we’ve never really talked before. I don’t even know why I never just came up to you to break the ice, but I guess at some point I just thought it was too late and so it’d be awkward and all, so I–”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I get it, I meant to introduce myself when you joined, but then I didn’t,” Spencer says, before finally looking up at you and extending his hand to you. “Let me start over. Hey, I’m Spencer, director of games. It’s nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

You stare at his hand for a moment, a little shocked by his actions, before meeting his hand in a handshake.

“Nice to meet you too. I hear we have a lot in common,” you say, a small smile on your face. He chuckles in response, shaking his head before looking you back in the eye.

“So have I. My break’s in a couple minutes. How ‘bout we go grab lunch and talk about it?” Spencer asks. Once more, you’re surprised. Upon first glance at the man, you’d never guess he’s the type of person to be so bold and nice. You just thought he was an introverted shy guy, which you guess he can be at times, but right now he’s asking to hang out to get to know each other more. The thought of finally mending the gap you had unknowingly placed between the two of you makes you smile.

“Sure, that’d be awesome. Let me go get out of this old woman apparel.”

“Aw man, I thought it suited you pretty well.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Have you been on TikTok lately?” Courtney’s voice draws your eyes from your computer. Confused, you shake you head.

“No… why?” You ask, thoroughly suspicious of the mischievous grin on her face. You watch as she pulls out her phone, tapping and scrolling for a couple seconds before shoving it into your face. As you adjust to the closeness, you watch as someone clipped a part of the recent Spud Hut video you were on, specifically the parts with you and Spencer. You don’t see why she was so insistent that you saw the video until you notice someone found you two in the background, still in costume and arms still locked, laughing and looking each other in the eye. Your face twists in confusion, since clearly that must have been a mishap with the camera angles to accidentally keep you two in, just barely in the corner. Glancing down at the caption, your eyes widen.

Literally the cutest non-canon couple at Smosh. There’s a reason they haven’t appeared in videos together up until now 🧐

Your heart practically stops at the sight of those words. You don’t know why, you’ve been shipped with other people in the cast before, but this just felt weird. Maybe it’s because you two had been getting closer and closer in the weeks since filming. You have gone to his apartment a couple of times, mostly to play videogames and hang out with his cats, but there had never been any tension with him. You’ve just become good buddies, which is why this feeling of nervousness and blush makes you confused.

“What? Why would people think that’s anything? It’s clearly just us talking. These fans are crazy,” you say, a little too frenzied to set things straight, which Courtney clearly notices.

“Interesting. Anyways, so how have you two been getting along lately? I’ve seen the both of you chatting it up after shoots, ready to say I was right?” They tease, leaning forward and confronting you on your stubbornness. 

“Yeah… fine, you were right. He’s actually… he’s actually really cool,” you admit, somewhat grumbling to avoid the embarrassment you know is coming.

“You guys talking about me?” You hear an all too familiar voice ask from behind you. Just as you turn your head to see him, you feel two pairs of hands resting against the back of your seat.

“Actually, we were,” Courtney says, making your cheeks feel even warmer. “But anyways you guys. In one month. My birthday party. You both better come.”

Your smile widens at that, always excited to hang out with your friends outside of work. 

“Yeah, of course. Where will it be at?” You ask, still feeling Spencer’s hands lingering behind you.

“Just our place, it’s nothing too crazy. Just gonna have some drinks and play some games and stuff. So be there or be square!” They say jokingly before walking off, leaving just you and Spencer. You look up, seeing his face from upside down when he looks down at you with a smile.

“Will you need a ride, my lady?” He asks, his voice teasing, but gentle. He normally doesn’t drink much at these events anyways, while you normally get a little tipsy. Not good for driving. You smile back at him.

“Indeed I will, my lord,” you respond, making him smile even wider before letting go of the back of your seat. This grants you the opportunity to turn around to see him as he backs off some more. “Alright, it’s time for me to head back to games. See ya.”

You reply back before watching him turn around and head back the way he came. For a moment, you can’t seem to take your eyes off him, just watching as he walks, before shaking your head and returning to your work on your computer.

You think back to the TikTok Court showed you, how suddenly your fans have turned to shipping you and Spencer. Shaking your head of the thought, you remember how you need to get Courney a gift, so you pull out your phone to text your new friend.

To: Spencer From: You Wanna go to the mall or something later to get Court gifts?

You barely have time to set your phone down before you get a response that makes your smile widen.

To: You From: Spencer Sounds cool. I’ll drive you after work?

You shoot off an affirmative text, ignoring how much happier you feel having received such a quick response. Yet again, you have to shake the thought of him off your head, bringing yourself back to reality as your computer screen waits for your return.

[sp-ud]

These screenshots r from the same thing btw.

Some notes:

- yeah I was being whiny to teens, I'll take that L

- ceo_lover aka Cole was not online for any of this, hadn't been on discord in days even. Idk how why he was banned second and also at all aside from being our friend

- fuzzyoctarian aka Astrid said exactly. One thing. During the argument. And it was two words.

- cleverpaws aka Michael was actually saying only slightly less than I was but was the other main active person on the same side as me. So no clue why he was last and why there's such a gap between him and Astrid

Also there was totally a 5th person they wanted to ban but he had given him mod in the past and since the owner had passed on ownership to his alt account he can't always access they couldn't ban him.

The original argument in question? Frustration about how any serious request people made on the server would be brushed off and treated like a joke and that despite the fact the server was supposed to be a general server for this one character. They were rarely talked abt and when they were it was in a way that only a smaller handful of ppl in the server would get.

And then the 5th person who was a mod also brought up how they often felt dehumanized by the way others (but it was definitely led by the owner of the server) would talk to them.

It was then like 2/3 hours after the conversation had died off (and us 3 who got banned who were actually online for the argument were asleep) that we got banned. It had also ended off on a, not resolved note but tensions weren't high it just reached a point of "we'd be talking in circles if we kept going right now".

Anyways from there things really escalated lowkey tho into way more personal and serious territory which is why I'm not explaining more than "got exposed for sexual harassment" cuz even tho it's technically public in a sense it's a relatively small circle this happened in and I don't want to directly expose all that without certain people's permission

When the person who banned you from their server after leaving it themselves (through asking a mod to do it) then also gets exposed for sexually harassing someone proceeds to follow your gimmick account (which they should know you run) with their new tumblr account.

[muddycrows]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!!!! Christmas at the potters was warm and loud even if it was mostly just an excuse to stuff their faces and gather together around a pile of spuds. it seems like this is something they've always done and even if that's not true, its something they always will. together in the safety of home

i hope i got Effie and Monty right, i got suggestions from socials along with how i see them.

the girl at the end is my own little character but ill dive into her story in the future

[crepesuzette2023]

Me again! Your favourite Mclennon moments/anecdotes? 💕☕️

Aaah, let's see if I can think of some good ones before going to bed...

• “Meeting Paul was just like two people meeting. Not falling in love or anything. Just us. It went on. It worked.” — John Lennon to Hunter Davies, 1967

• audio of John and Paul describing their first meeting (thank you, reflectismo!) (x)

• "Two of you got married, surrounded by domestic splendor, has this affected your writing, Paul and John?" — John: "No, it's easier to write on a nice cushion" (x)

• 1966 domestic bliss interview with Martha (x)

• "I love you and don't you forget it" interview in Sweden 1963 (x)

• In My Life I Love You More

• (*sigh*) Oh girl, girl girl

• anything involving the drainpipe

• "“Paul is one of the most innovative bass players that ever played bass. Half the stuff that's going on now is directly ripped off from his Beatles period. He is a great musician if there ever was, who played bass like few others could play.” — John to David Sheff

• Steak and Spuds

• December 1966:

Q: "The songwriting team thing will keep going on whatever happens, will it?" JOHN: "Yeah, we'll probably carry on writing music forever, you know-- whatever else we're doing. 'Cuz you just can't stop, you know. You find yourself doing it whether you want to or not." (x)

• “To lose your mum at fourteen is not easy. It was very difficult for a few years – just trying come to terms with it. But then I found music… and John.” - Paul McCartney

Only a small selection...I just love it when the two of them act like a couple, and the vibes are (mostly) good

(coffee and honesty ask)

[scozthewoz]

TF2 ships and i think have chemistry and why

(note : i don't personally ship any of the mercs together, except maybe heavy and medic)

Heavy + Medic

a classic! needs no explanation. they're besties, your honor. they work well in battle, and they mesh well outside of it, so they'd obviously make a good couple.

Medic + Scout

for this one, i feel like scout would physically appeal to medic since he's the youngest and also very fit and in quite good health. subsequently, scout would get some fucked up sexual awakenings from medic's "inspections"

Scout + Sniper

lively young spud full of energy + scrungly sad wet cat of a man dynamic i find very cute. also the interesting dynamic between scout's submissiveness and easy bashfulness despite a tough exterior, and sniper's predatory nature and dominance despite a quiet exterior.

Demoman + Soldier

this one also needs little explanation. this applies to specifically red + blu. they were canonical best friends, could very well be somethin more.

Medic + Engineer

these two do some pretty cool stuff when they put their smart little heads together, shown extensively in expiration date. all that time spent alone together in a lab could get a little devious.. engineer also seems to have a habit of lobbing his own limbs off without much thought, so medic is required.

Spy + Sniper

classic enemies to lovers. they're natural rivals in gameplay, so it'd be real silly if they were a couple in non-gameplay. they share a very quiet and reserved nature i think they'd like in each other.

Pyro + Engineer

this "ship" i see as more platonic. the other mercs really fear pyro and avoid them mostly, while engineer's gentle nature allows him to show kindness to them. this, in turn, lets pyro show their sweetness to him freely and have it reciprocated.

[what-th3fucc]

@badgestxr I was inspired by one of ur fics to make my own of Cassidy and Potato Head interacting lolllkwhgwgshdhshvsskwy C:

angst mostly, also cringe 😌

UNDER THE CUT

Cassidy, the small fox plush, decided it would be nice to plop down on the table next to Mr. Potato Head, who she noticed was alone all day. She sat there for a bit before getting bored. How could he sit there all day? She turned to look at him, and from what she could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Perfect.

“What’s with you?” She asked, her tone purposefully condescending to pry an answer from him. When he didn’t respond, she nudged him. Twice.

“Hey,” she said, nudging him a third time. “What’s got your pegs in the wrong holes?”

“What?” Mr. Potato Head finally asked, turning to look at her. He looked as though he couldn’t believe what she just said and she didn’t understand why.

“You know,” she inquired, tilting her head. “What’s got your parts loose?”

“Just stop,” Mr. Potato Head groaned, rubbing his temples. Cassidy rolled her eyes. Why was he so bothered by her metaphors? Well, he was bothered by everything, but this time he just looked uncomfortable.

After a few moments of silence, which were unbearable for Cassidy, she looked at him again. He stared ahead again, but was more tense than before she came to sit by him.

“So, what’s wrong?”

“NOTHING.” Potato Head let out quickly, almost frustrated.

“Okay, geez.” Cassidy said, putting up two defensive paws. She felt kinda pissed that he was being such a jerk for no reason. “Y’know, Woody’s better than you.” She let slip, looking back at him again.

“So I’ve heard,” Potato Head grumbled, looking away and trying to hide how much the remark hurt.

Cassidy let out a sigh of annoyance, tired of how the spud acted. She leaned forward to get a look at his face after he turned. Was he angry or upset by what she said? He deserved it anyway. Why should she care?

“Why do you always act like this?” Cassidy asked, a feeling of irritation bubbling inside. “Woody’s just better than you. At least he actually cares about me. You can’t even take care of your own kids. You just neglect them..” she trailed off, noticing how the spud tensed up. Maybe she went too far? What did she know anyway? She just kind of let it spill.

“Why?” She finally asked, her tone slightly softer now. She remembered how Woody taught her that there’s always more than what meets the eye. Maybe that’s what was going on. Maybe she went too far.

Potato Head slowly turned to look at her, unsure of whether or not he should tell a kid this. Having it brought back up to his face killed him inside, but he knew she was right, even if she’s just a kid. He turned his face ahead again, not looking at her. He looked down at the ground below and took in a small breath, afraid that anything larger would trigger panic mode.

Cassidy stared at him for a few moments, her hope of him actually responding slowly dying. This wasn’t what she expected from simply sitting by him. She stared ahead too, biting her lip. She felt horrible, not knowing that her words could hurt a hardass so much.

“Because I’m a coward,” Potato Head whispered, still not looking at her. Subconsciously, he started fidgeting with his hands, something seemingly everyone but him tended to notice whenever it happened. She looked down at his fidgeting, trembling hands, then slowly up at his face. She leaned forward again, slowly to get a better look at his face. He looked deep in thought, except his thoughts were a train wreck.

“Cass!” A voice called. Woody. “Whatcha doing up here? Trying to cheer up this grumpy old spud?”

Cassidy turned back around, taken aback at how quickly Potato Head’s mood shifted. He went from on the verge of tears to his usual— well, just usual— self.

“Shut up, Woody.” He said, standing up and rolling his eyes, putting his hands on his hips. Cassidy could tell he was trying to mask whatever he was feeling. And he was really good at it too. But she could still hear that strain in his voice to keep it together. She stared at him, her brows furrowed. How fast did he do that? A second? Usually it took her a couple minutes to finally go back to being normal after getting upset.

“C’mon, I was looking for you,” The sheriff said, taking her hand and leading her away. She looked back for a few moments to witness Potato Head’s facade fade back into how he’s actually feeling. He broke eye contact with her turning away once again. Cassidy tried pulling back slightly to check on him again, but Woody just kept walking. Eventually she silently complied and turned, walking close next to him and off the table.

part 1/2

[deezy1478]

feel like sharing something today so here's a bit i like from the first draft of the old west au i've been working on for i think twenty years at this point 🤠

(for context: it's 1898 and dustin works in a stable in a small town off the edge of murray. he's pretty much been going through the motions for his whole adult life; got a job he doesn't care about, got a relationship that's going nowhere, just works and drinks and sleeps. then a group of traveling performers rolls in and he meets jim, and they start spending time together and dustin is suddenly like... am i enjoying life? is that what's happening to me right now?)

*

Jim was deep in his cups and singing along with the piano, though privately Dustin thought it generous to call it singing. He was making noise at least, but everyone in the saloon liked him so much that they found it charming and started joining in with what they knew, and soon Jim’s caterwauling was mostly evened out by everyone else’s. Dustin watched him flush from pale to pink to red, getting buried in various armpits as men slung their arms around his shoulders, swaying as they sang.

Every two or three songs he’d make his meandering way back over to Dustin’s table to catch his breath and try to goad him into joining in, and even when Dustin felt he was drunk enough to try he ended up saying no just to feel Jim’s hands tugging on his shirt – at his sleeves at first and then closer to his collar as the night wore on, each time lingering just a little longer.

When Jim began to fall asleep where he stood leaning against the piano Dustin figured it fell to him to bring the night to a close. He said goodbye to the handful of folks still there on both his and Jim’s behalf as he guided him toward the staircase with a firm hand on his shoulder, taking extra care that Jim’s boots cleared each step.

“Which room is yours?” he asked as they turned down the corridor lined with doors leading to the sleeping quarters.

“That one,” Jim gestured in a loose way that could have meant any one of them, “but y’know what, Dustin? Y’know what? It doesn’t matter. I’ll sleep here. On the floor,” he went on, dropping out from under Dustin’s hand and landing heavily on his backside, and then he leaned himself against the wall and yawned like what he’d just done was fine and normal.

“Jim. You useless sack of spuds,” said Dustin. He bent over to pick Jim up under the arms but the bourbon he’d been at all night caught him unawares and he just about avoided crushing Jim underneath him on his way down, turning himself and ending up sat next to him. The cold tiled floor was unpleasant through his jeans, the wood paneling hard at his back and shoulders, but Jim was laughing and the way it shook him as he leaned against Dustin was all he found he cared for.

“I’m a good singer, right?” asked Jim, not really pausing for an answer before going on, “I think I should sing in our shows. Y’think people would pay to hear me sing?”

“They might pay to make you stop,” said Dustin.

“N’aw…” said Jim, but he didn’t sound sore about it. The two of them sat there a while, listening to the clink of glass and snatches of conversation that could still reach them from downstairs. Dustin was warm from the drink and warm from Jim slouched into his side, and the hard wall and the cold floor weren’t so bad, he thought, closing his eyes; perhaps he could…

“Nah,” he said, pushing quickly to his feet and blinking hard at the brown blotches that swam across his vision. “C’mon, Jim. Bed.”

Jim was unhelpful as could be as Dustin took his wrists and pulled him to his feet but he let himself be dragged slowly past each door, and when he paused in front of one with an air of vague recognition Dustin pushed it open and led him inside.

He went to the water jug on Jim’s dresser, picked out the cleanest glass next to it and poured him a measure. Behind him Jim managed to kick off his boots and that seemed enough to satisfy him, going to lie down on the bed in his shirt and jeans and even his --

“Take your damn belt off at least,” said Dustin, setting the water down on the bedside table. Jim groaned like a man dying, fumbling with his buckle and then giving it a yank, the leather hissing as it slid through the loops. He held it out to Dustin for his own drunken reasons. “Alright, princess,” said Dustin as he took it, rolling it up and placing it on the chair by the window. He slid Jim’s boots along the floor with his foot until they were underneath it, just in case Jim stumbled over them if he got up before he’d sobered.

“Thank you,” said Jim quietly, his voice beginning to rasp with sleep. He’d stretched himself out atop the covers and when Dustin turned back to him he smiled – a sweet, stupid, gin-soaked thing that pulled at Dustin through the bourbon, warming him further. The gas lamp above the bed was making feathery shadows of his eyelashes over his cheeks.

And no matter how he’d spread himself Jim still managed to look so small; there was so much space behind him, beside him, and wouldn’t it be nice, Dustin thought – wouldn’t it be so nice if he could just…

He felt himself sway towards the bed, catching himself with a half-step.

Dustin cleared his throat. “Any time, Jim,” he said. “Drink all of that before you go to sleep.” He nodded to the bedside table.

“I will,” said Jim, but he was closing his eyes even as Dustin watched. Before he left Dustin dimmed the lamp and folded the half of the blanket Jim wasn’t sprawled on over him as best he could, turning back only once at the door, and only for a moment.

[m3ab]

So @hoicacti wanted some of my Yu-Gi-Oh headcanons, so here are a few non season five spoiler ones:)

Joey's dog tag that we see in his season two(?) outfit was gifted to him by serenity before his mom left with her. He wears it all of the time, under his clothes usually but just in general. ( @spudat0 came up with this one)

TW: infidelity, alcohol abuse This one's a little darker, but Joey's mom cheated on his dad. Basically, you know how serenity and joey look nothing alike? Yeahhhh. And she took serenity when she left because she left to go with whoever she cheated with. Joey's father turned to drinking as a coping mechanism, and that's how all of that went.

joey has a missing tooth from fighting and stuff. ( @spudat0 also came up with this one)

joey has lightning scars from y'know getting hit with lightning during battle city. And some burn scars, also from battle city. Yugi has burn scars from various incidents, namely when bandit Keith stole the puzzle(or otogi/duke for my manga readers) and when Yami jumped in front of the blast to save joey and mai. Ryou has scars from Yami bakura shenanigans. (Spud did a lot of the work for this one, but I helped a little bit)

joey and Yugi are both very wary of water after almost drowning in season one and the yugi vs mind controlled joey duel in season two.

ok the rest of them are all very silly ones about Yami, because he's a very silly guy.

Yami goes on yugi's computer all night occasionally and just does stuff on it. It doesn't matter what. It's how he got a lot of his real world knowledge outside of Yugi's head. Yugi is so tried after he does this.

Yami has the weirdest food cravings ever. He throws random foods together and finds them delicious. Yugi has taken control and immediately thrown up on multiple occasions, and Yami was very quickly banned from making meals.

Yami absolutely adores helicopters. This one is my favorite to joke around with, because it's so stupid. It mostly came about because of how fascinated Yami looks in the kaiba corp helicopter in season two.

Ok this one isn't as silly but is really sweet and one of my favorites of this batch. Yami has some manipulation over Yugi's dreams, and so he uses that ability to fend off yugi's nightmares. (This one was mostly me)

All of the ones not specifically marked as either spud or I were a team effort, and all of the Yami ones were done in the middle of the night while we were way too sleep deprived for our own goods. Except for the nightmare one.

[ambermoment]

"some blood and smiles to keep the company going"

design notes for: Jermbo, Buck/The Follower, and Jermbomination

JERMBO

a literal 2D sprite of a cat. how did i do it

soooo.. i turned him into a sock puppet. he has googly eyes that are jammed into place, he's got a painted on mouth, his fur color is a patch, his nose is just a bead, and he's being controlled by the ACTUAL Jermbo, who is a greater being beyond our comprehension

BUCK and THE FOLLOWER

the double feature creature. most design notes here are for Buck, sorry follower fans D:

Bucks art style is mostly inspired by the Sunky The Game series. the floating eye included. i limited myself to default mspaint colors, and gave him a more simplified cap without text (originally was gonna say "Some." instead of sometimes rather then there just being nothing there)

meanwhile The Follower was gonna be completely different at first. i wanted to base him off of the lost media known as Hitogata, but ended up not doing so since i was personally unhappy with how it came out. so then, i based him off of The Pizzeria Roleplay Remastereds version of Hide & Seek Shadow Bonnie partially. its hard to tell but if you looked him up youd probably see it somewhat

JERMBOMINATION

originally, Jermbomination and Jermbo were gonna be the only people here, so i sorta knew what i was gonna do for him already

instead of how their ingame model looks i just wanted them to look.. off. think of that one fnaf ransomware video. she looks far too melty, her popsicle stick tail is missing, he has actual eyes somewhat. all while keeping their most notable traits, such as the stomach cavity or her basically mutilated hands. all come together to create my weirdest design imo

anyways unpleasant spud and mozelle are def next

[nevermatchandscpsradadventures]

I’m bored, so I’m gonna yak about something a bit different:

Sydney and Kirby.

While Syd is less accepting of Max’s (frankly insane) excuses than Kirby (at least on the surface), they’re both still letting him do whatever he’s doing and not really trying to stop him.

The only explanation, at least for Sydney, is that she knows (or thinks she knows) Max has some kinda weirdness going on. I mean, why else would somebody run off at the most bizarre times spouting off about how he needs to teach his cousin how to feed his phone avatar (canon excuse, though that might’ve just been with Kirby). Like, what? Clearly, Max is either not well mentally (mostly functional, but still has some very blatant quirks, for lack of a better term), or he’s involved in some crazy stuff and is just terrible at lying. Like, embarrassingly bad at it. If she believes he’s involved in crazy stuff, she’s not wrong! But what would she think he’s involved with? Superheroism probably wouldn’t be the first thing she would jump to.

Kirby, on the other hand, is a mystery wrapped in an enigma coated in a puzzle covered in riddles. Is he really as unintelligent as he appears, or is it a façade?

Y’all remember Arthur ‘Spud’ Spudinski from American Dragon: Jake Long? Y’all remember how his very unsmartness was all to avoid being pressured and put under the horrible mix of spotlight/microscope? Do you see where I might be going with this?

Yes, it is possible that Kirby Kowalski has been hiding his intelligence behind a veneer of incompetence. However, that possibility isn’t assured; there’s just as much chance Kirby really is Just That Dumb.

Anyway, waxing poetic about Kirby’s intelligence aside, Kirby might just accept Max’s excuses. He might be thinking “yeah, sounds about right”, or he might be trying to give Max the space he needs to get to where he feels like he can tell Kirby what he’s really doing. Maybe Kirby is (at least a little) skeptical, but maybe he doesn’t know how to approach the subject or something.

All this to say, I saw one (1) fanfic in which Kirby and Sydney were a lot more cognizant of what the heck happens with Max (they still knew little to nothing until like, the end of chapter 2, but since the fic hasn’t updated in a while, I don’t know what’s gonna happen next), and it really opened my eyes to Just How Weird Max would seem to others in the show. Like, we see glimpses (S1E2, Max is in school and talking to Steel in a one-audible-sided conversation and we see a couple of girls looking at him like he’s nuts; S2E13, Max is vividly hallucinating how his dad met Steel in class and actually calls out to Mr. Thornhill but because he’s hallucinating he thinks he’s calling to his dad; and several other instances I can’t remember off the top of my head), but it’s never truly addressed, except for in one of the Morphos movie/episodes where Sydney asks Molly about Max’s behavior.

So yeah, Max is weird, Syd and Kirby absolutely see at least something, and Mattell shouldn’t’ve been cowards and should’ve actually shown more of the repercussions for Max’s peculiarities. Like, I know they wanted to keep the bullies to a minimum with just Butch, Jason(?), and that one other guy, but they could’ve shown it in little ways (though that also would’ve meant they had to show more school scenes, and that wouldn’t have sold toys) with students avoiding Max or pointing and whispering or something else.

Hope y’all enjoyed my rambling!

[doki-doki-lit-club]

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝗧𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿!

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣! 𝘈𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 5 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵... :)

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 !

Hey there, thanks for checking out our page! My name is Monika, my pronouns are She/They, and I'm proud to be the founder and President of the literature club. You might know me from tennis, Women's Rights Alliance, or when I was in debate club. Don't be shy, come join us! We have cupcakes ;) p.s. - I'm gonna have my own blog too, soon! Tune in <3

HIYA HEY!!! I'm Sayori!!! :DDDDDDDD I'm the super awesome VP of the literature club! Heh, more like lit club amirite… 😎 I use any pronouns, and my personality type is ENFP 9w1! :DDD Ask me literally anything guys I LOOOOOVE to yap yapping is awesome.

hi im natsuki my pronouns are your/mom. uh idrk what to say here lowk ¯_(ツ)_/¯ i fw Parfait Girls heavy so if ur into that 2 hmu ig

ദ്ദി˙-˙ )✧ oh and i bake n stuff im the one making the cupcakes

Hello and welcome. My name is Yuri Okuhara-Kotova, and I go by She/He/Xe pronouns. As an avid reader, I am overjoyed to be a part of this endeavor to cultivate a love of literature amongst my fellow youth. Myself, I tend to lean towards classic gothic pieces, as well as lesser known works of psychological horror. If you would like any reccomendations, you may inquire at your will on this blog. Thank you for your time.

Yo what's good, pronouns are he/they and my name's officially Michel-Chartrand, but you can just call MC. I'm the newest member😄 Btw I was actually failing english before Riri dragged me into this so ig that proves it's a good use of your time lmao

I don't really have any smart people hobbies honestly but I like gaming so yeah that's about it :)

ok yall ooc! this is obvi a ddlc rp/ask blog, and I (@teehee-of-the-gremlin-isles) am the super cool creator heh... ddlc is my special interest and these individuals live in my brain rent free so I HAD to do smth about it! This blog will mostly be with the assumption that it's NOT a game, this is just, well, a literature club. I'll post some poetry too on here- all by me!

the banner art is by my idol @ddlcbrainrot :D

now time to tag the ddlc community ....

@ddlc-imagines-club @ddlc-imagines @ddlcpoly @v11v1-en @doki-doki-my-ass @just-qonika @justmonikaandfriends @softheartthrobs

@heartbeatbookclub @natsbakery @secretly-sayori @sayori-occasionally @spud-sys @k1ttygam3r @whyamiheretumbled @just-monika-rp @doki-literature-club @dokidokiliterature

reblog, yall! i wanna get this out there heh...

RADQUEERS DNI BTW.

[evilmafuyu666]

my regretevator gender/sexuality headcanons because it's pride month and you know what that means

poob: does not conform to labels when it comes to either their gender or sexuality. they're just poobing it.

pest: also not huge on sexuality labels beyond just "aspec". he's canonically intersex, but i think he takes testosterone so that his appearance leans more masculine. not EXACTLY "male" but it's close enough and he's too busy to elaborate further

split: transgender lesbian #1

bive: also a trans woman, but she's too busy doing RESEARCH to figure out her exact sexuality. also labels are only encouraged by society so that the clowns will have an easy way of sorting us when they take over the government.

mannequin_mark: mannequins don't really have a concept of gender, so he's still trying to figure out where he stands with that. he leans more towards masculine, but not strictly so. he knows he's only attracted to men at least

wallter: gay, has the same view towards gender as mark. he's mostly male but twenty dollars is twenty dollars (nobody is paying him twenty dollars. he's just doing that of his own volition.)

pilby: canonically nonbinary and bisexual, not much to say here. probably frequented gay bars before they went to the beach that made them old.

gnarpy: trying to comprehend gnarpian gender and sexuality is like trying to comprehend the true form of an eldritch abomination, don't even bother

melanie: transgender lesbian #2

null: doesn't care about gender, canonically aroace. i feel like they would internalize this idea that they'll finally be "capable of love" once they attain individuality because of societal allonormativity, but even if they managed to do that they'd just end up realizing "actually ? yeah no i still don't care". them being aroace is unrelated to the robot hivemind situation, they're just like that

mozelle: pansexual, is the feminine equivalent to whatever pest mark and wallter have going on

stat: transgender lesbian #3

infected: weird case. kasper is a transgender bisexual man (he's in denial about the bisexuality though), but while infected is still bisexual, his sense of self has waned to the point where his gender is best described as "none pizza with guy beef". the gender equivalent of that image that's supposed to simulate what having a stroke feels like.

lampert: i've described lampert as "man-adjacent" before, and that's still the best descriptor for what his deal is. back to oddly specific metaphors, the gender equivalent of when you're making a mii on a console without the full range of color options, so you kind of just have to pick whatever is closest to what you want and use your imagination. also demisexual, and kasper's the only person he's ever been attracted to. deeply unfortunate for him.

scag: transgender lesbian #4. this one's Special because the transgenderism is canon, woaw!!

spud: dude his brain is actively falling out of his skull i think he has bigger problems to deal with. probably into guys though

prototype: analyzed and read tons of studies and articles regarding gender and sexuality, and then decided "wow!! this is really boring!!" and decided to never engage with either concept when it came to themselves ever again.

dr. retro: transgender lesbian #5. she helps pest do his shots because needles remind him of how he was tested on in prison and his hands shake too much. is probably the ceo of diy hrt when it comes to the regretevator cinematic universe

folly: lesbian, she's probably nonbinary but she has to attain true freedom so she doesn't really gaf about that rn

reddy: you know mangle? from five nights at freddy's? yeah.