#apendix

[thecommodoreofthepines]

In my apartment straight up blowin it and by it well hah let's just say my appendix

[writing-whump]

👋 Hellooo

Sooo I've been thinking about some ideas for part3-something serious as you asked for opinions 🤭 (I actually even Googled for it tbh xd)

And I saw that fever, severe pain and infection related things are quite common after appendectomy. Well, if we consider that Hex's appendix infected and he stayed for a while like that (idk, a day or less?), it's possible that there's still some infection in his body even after the surgery which his shadow cannot heal. In short, I believe it's a good chance for Hector to whine and being grumpy due to really high fever, feeling sick (coughing and shortness of breathing are two other possible complications as I read on google) while Isiah and Arnie are taking care of him..

As I was the one who insists for Isiah&Hector parts I thought I should help 🤭 but I trust and love your imagination, so I'm sure you'll write another great part for them when you have time and energy!

Thank uu!! Take care&Lots of love 💕🤍

-🌸

Thank you for all the ideas & even research! That's so sweet. Hope this lives up to it :3

Appendix part 3

"Can I have some water?"

"Yes," came the immediate reply from Isaiah. Hector was currently draped over his lap, feverish forehead against his brother's stomach.

"But real water. Not that sweet shit you've been feeding me."

Isaiah laughed softly, his stomach muscles vibrating under Hector's ear. "It's a rehydration solution. You can't take more than a few tiny sips to keep it down and this actually helps. The water does not do enough."

Isaiah's voice was still a picture of calm, but Hector thought he was staring to pick up on the difference between real calmness and fake, carefully controlled big brother voice. He talked with authority, the intent to reassure dripping from each syllable.

Hector also noticed Isaiah talked more formally when he did this. The opposite of relaxing, truly.

Isaiah's hand landed on his shoulder. He rubbed little circles on his arm, waiting for Hector to tense up to start lifting him. He always waited for Hector to make the first move, the decision to get up, even if it was just a little twitch to his hands. As if he was scared not to do something Hector wasn't ready for.

It was kind of nice. It made Hector feel like he was in control of what could be controlled. Otherwise he was content to leave the rest to Isaiah. There was something very relieving about it.

It allowed Hector to whine and complain about everything, even though he could hardly come up with anything better himself.

His insides were boiling. Weren't you supposed to be cold with a fever? His clothes were sticking to his skin with sweat.

The cut on his lower right side was radiating pain. There was no comfortable position to be in, it just hurt. He shifted around sometimes just to try it, but every movement just send more spikes of the searing heat up.

Hector took shallow short breaths, as little as he could just to not move his stomach too much. It even still felt bloated, although he couldn't eat for the last two days.

Hector groaned when Isaiah helped him sit up, leaning back against his brother's chest. Isaiah held the glas with a straw to his lips. Hector drank greedily, his throat dry and hot.

Although the liquid was nicely soothing and cold, the sweetness almost made him gag. He held it in, swallowing heavily before almost choking on the next sip.

He coughed, doubling forward. His eyes went black with the pain that clawed at his stomach with the movement.

Isaiah quickly put the glass away, tucking Hector back against himself as his chest heaved with the painful coughs. He murmured something that Hector couldn't understand, carding his cold fingers through Hector's hair.

Hector whined quietly, glad for the contact. At this point it was a shock to him that he wasn't steaming from the way his insides cooked in his skin.

"You are okay, you are okay. Just breathe."

Hector managed a pained scoff. "It fucking hurts. Keep your stupid advice."

On some level he understood he was being mean and whiny and that he probably shouldn't be relying on Isaiah's endless well of patience. But he also couldn't really formulate why it was bad, his brain breaking his sentences in two before they were finished. He was going to figure it out later.

"Just four more hours to go," Isaiah said, but his hand froze in Hector's hair. He turned back towards the door as if hearing a noise Hector wasn't catching.

It was just great, that without his shadow he was basically deaf. Like a damn human.

"Could you hold on for a minute? I need to check something," Isaiah said, looking down at Hector.

"Yeah, yeah. Get out. I need a break from you anyway," Hector said acidly.

Isaiah sighed quietly. He gently maneuvered himself from under Hector without jostling him, easing him down on the pillows.

Hector slumped back against them, stretching his hands. There was a warm spot left after Isaiah.

He rolled a bit away from it, looking for coldness in the sheets. It was soothing for just a bit, the cool part of the pillow and the untouched cover...

Hector opened his eyes. Even his skin hurt. Looking up the ceiling felt nauseating and he felt like he was choking a bit more with every breath. They came hard and short. Hector was too fearful of the pain that would explode if he let himself take a deeper one.

He hated the way his stomach rose and fell so obviously. The round puffiness around it, the way his loose shirt brushed against the gauze on the wound.

He hated everything.

The wounded wolf reached for his shadow on instinct, trying to coax it up ahead of time. He could feel it stirring under his call, like a quiet warm presence at the end of his mind.

That was progress from the numbness from before. But it wasn't enough. It made Hector's chest hitch with a quiet sob at the helplessness.

He balled his hands into the sheets, digging his fingers into the fabric. Trying to find something grounding.

At least Isaiah's calmness, the warmth of his concern at Hector's back, the soothing trust this was just temporary small discomfort and he would be okay...Even just the pathetic way he would pet Hector's hair or rub those little circles onto his shoulder...something soft and pleasant to focus on in the sea of pain made a huge difference.

The weight of not having it suddenly hit him like a brick in the head.

Did he say something again that pissed Isaiah off? This was still such a new territory. It didn't feel natural to be so...so careful around Isaiah. Hector had never done it and he wasn't sure he knew how.

But Isaiah required more sensitive treatment now...why was it again?

Hector felt a wave of guilt and sadness wash over him, but just as it hit he couldn't remember why he felt that way.

There was just a new load of horrible-ness on top of the pain and heat and general ickiness.

"Is-" Was he really going to beg him to come? For real? Wasn't that even more pathetic?

He grid his teeth together, not sure why he felt like crying. He wanted...he didn't know what. To go home? To go away? How would that help?

Everything was so confusing. Why was he in this state again? And more importantly, why was he alone?

"Zaya?" Maybe he would know. Isaiah always knew everything. Especially about what to do next. "Arnie?" Or maybe Arnie. Arnie knew more about emotions than Hector ever could. His younger brother understood what hurt people and what pleased them with a skill of a chessmaster. Hector should ask him...what did he want to ask? It felt important. How could he forget?

He sobbed quietly, chest constricting with panic. The panic made the nausea worse, slimy heaviness pooling in his stomach.

Hector tried lifting himself up on unsteady arms, his mouth dry, but he could feel the goosebumps of nausea climbing up his arms and neck. His teeth throbbed. Oh god, he didn't want to throw up again, it always hurt...

No such luck though, his chest heaved. His stomach rolled, sqeezing and contracting back into itself as he gagged. He manged to drag himself over the rim of the bed, before his arms buckled underneath his own weight.

He dry heaved painfully over the edge, the pain in his wound burning like he was on fire.

That's when the door burst open. Isaiah gave him a shocked look, before his features smoothed out and he climbed up into the bed behind Hector.

One cold hand went to Hector's shoulder to prop him up, the other to his forehead. Isaiah helped him to lean over the edge. A splash of the sweetened water made its way up.

Hector whimpered from the pain, the gag turning into a ruthless cough right after.

"Shhhhh. I'm here, I'm here. You are okay. All good now. Deep breath."

I can't fucking breathe, he wanted to protest, but all that left his lips was a whine and a strangled burp, punctuated by more coughing. His chest hurt, another little note in the cacophony of pain.

Isaiah turned Hector over gently to prop him up against his chest again. It made breathing a little easier. As if he had heard him after all.

Hector closed his eyes. They were burning with the tiny drops of liquid that managed to force their way out.

Isaiah wrapped an arm around his forehead, petting his cheek and then his hair, pushing the sweaty blond curls behind his ear.

"Shhhh. Sorry, bud. I just called the hospital to check over the symptoms. They say the nausea is normal, but we should check you in if the fever doesn't go down soon."

"I'm not going back there," Hector moaned. "Look what they did."

"They helped you. If they didn't operate, your appendix would have burst and killed you. It's not that much harder to kill a wolf than a human," Isaiah said sternly, not leaving room for an argument. "Now try to relax. Your breaths are too shallow, that's why you keep coughing. You need to breathe properly."

"I want to lie down," Hector whined. Even slumped against Isaiah like a toddler and his head spinning, he wanted to lie lower.

"Can't do. Breathe for a bit. Your lungs need more space to stretch out. Sitting up will make it easier."

Isaiah still petted his hair and Hector didn't have enough strength to his pride to dislike it. He leaned more into the touch.

The panicked emptiness from before dissolved at Isaiah's touch and explanation. His chest undone from the knot, he dared to take a bit longer breaths, head clearing out as oxygen refilled his lungs.

"I got a new towel." Arnie stuck his head into the room, whispering like Hector was sleeping. "You think-"

"Yeah," Isaiah said, voice vibrating under Hector. "The fever isn't any better. Not climbing up though."

Hector forced his eyes open so he could brace himself for the cold touch of the water-soaked cotton.

Isaiah unwrapped his arm from Hector's forehead so Arnie could circle the towel around his head instead.

Hector sighed contendly at the coolness. He was starting to see a way out of this by focusing on everything nice that he could feel. Like little beacons of light in the suffocating fog of pain.

Fog was way better than a fire, after all.

He focused his bleary eyes at his youngest brother. The kid had dark circles under his eyes and there was a telling redness to them. With the wet eyeslashes and the shaky way he moved, Hector knew he must have been crying.

Was that why Hector saw so little of him?

The night felt like a week to him and Arnie was absent for most of its days.

"Hey, pipsqueak," Hector said in a rough voice, opening his palm.

Arnie knelt down on the floor, throwing the previous not cold towel at the splash of sick next to him.

He took Hector's hand in both of his, a tiny quiet sob escaping him at the contact.

"It's alright," Hector said. His voice sounded like he gurgled nails before. "Don't cry."

Arnie's breath hitched, but he tried to smile. He pressed his cheek to his own shoulder for a second to wipe it dry. "'m not."

"Did someth'ng happen?" Hector asked, suddenly confused at the possible reason for Arnie's distressed. He thought he understood just a second ago.

Arnie blinked at him, his eyes going to Isaiah in concern. He squeezed Hector's hand. "It's nothing."

"Uhmmm....Liar."

Arnie's giggle was watery. He climbed into the bed beside Hector, curling up against his middle brother's side, the only one of the three that was lying instead of sitting.

Hector made great effort to lift his hand and put it onto the top of Arnie's soft blond head.

Isaiah made a pleased, almost approving noise at the back of his throat, relaxing under Hector's weight.

The oldest wolf adjusted the towel around his forehead, then wrapped his hands snuggly and gently around Hector's waist. Avoiding the injury, but also holding him a bit straighter. Tighter.

"Just three more hours."

Hector nodded, leaning his head back, tucking it under Isaiah's chin.

Cocooned like this by his brothers, he felt like there wasn't that much that could happen anymore.

[joeytime]

noooooooooo Williams how could you?

[pootimedes]

idon. feel so good

[kainshana]

Happy Birthday Kiki!

I am still on time!

[onceuponaroast]

Look maybe it makes me a communist or whatever, but I just feel like especially in a society without free healthcare that it should perhaps not cost people money to park at a hospital

[vibrantgroup9]

APPENDIX - RUPTURED APPENDIX.

The appendix, a small, tube-like structure attached to the large intestine, has long been the subject of debate regarding its function and significance in the human body. While once considered a vestigial organ with little to no function, recent research suggests that the appendix may play a role in gut health, serving as a reservoir for beneficial gut…

[promisesbutnevertokeep]

bouta read the Dune trilogy for the first time. wish me luck.

[bishiglomper]

My sister fell. Hurt her hip. We think she's just bruised and sore but

She had decided she was going to be Nana to the baby. So we texted niece. "Nana fell and broke her hip"

This bitch- This is what she texted back

I'm just like

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[greateggcult]

while animals don't experience life the same ways people do, I am left wondering if dolphins or crows have their own equivalent social disorders to how humans have stuff like autism or anti-social.

I wonder if it's a common social creature thing to sometimes be born missing social tools.

I'm having a hard time finding answers because google keeps giving me results to do with using dolphins as therapy for kids with autism and how how people on the spectrum tend to get along with animals more often than a lot of other groups do.

so once again my curiosity goes unsated.

[titanrogue]

okay, picture this

you're tony's male son, born the same year as peter parker, that'll make you around 26-25yo at the time of the thunderbolts. old enough for bucky to feel comfortable sharing a bed.

let's say that you're out on one of those nights when you feel like the weight of the world it's crushing you. totally wasted, too drunk to drive but in no mood to sleep alone and well..., you have the nano suit and a 110yo boyfriend just a few blocks away.

so you do as any sane man would. fly over there and hack the tower's security systems just to trip over due to your dizziness.

you give the whole show. tripped over, whole ass laughs, the rest of the team watching you strip and bucky helping you get to the bed.

he would say something like, "i'm not taking care of you in the morning" or "you're a really irresponsible young man."

and of course you'd answer with, "then fuck the alcohol out of me, old man."

he'll stare at your blushed face while you laugh. brusquely getting in between your legs, touching your thighs and trazing the frame of your dick as you moaned and asked him what he was doing.

"i'm fucking you." he said, looking at you dead serious in the eye. you exploded in laughs as if he had said the most hilarant joke. "oh, boy, i'm so fucking you right now."

he took out his dick, slaming it together with yours. holding both members with his metal hand that made you squirm with each pump. flesh hand on your hole, streching it to prepare you.

bucky would bend over and give you head. going up and down with his mouth, trailing your veins with his tongue, hardening the grip on your legs as you pushed him deeper over your cock.

he separated, a long strip of saliva connecting his lips and your tip. he let the spit fall on his dick, strocking it and aligning it with your entrance. he'll put both your legs over his flesh and metal shoulder just to start penetrating you.

"oh, fuuck." you groaned, touching your own dick at the sight of his body. he wasn't so lean anymore, but god did you love his abs under his belly.

he pounded against your body. if all around you was already spining well, not it's like a fucking earthquake, spining in all fucking directions. "oh! hell," you cry as his metal fingers squezee your nipples.

"old man knows how to fuck you, uh?"

"yeah, yeah, keep on." you said lazily. he slowed down, making you mewl, "whyyyyyy?"

"ask nicely." a cocky grin on his face. you bite your tongue and move your hips, he stopped you there. "uh-uh, say the words."

"pretty please, sweets. please fuck me."

"attaboy." in a sudden manner he rolled your body and quickly made his way inside you. no mercy as you moaned in the pillow due to the spanks he was giving.

he bite and sucked your back, making sure there were markings the next day. flesh hand on your hair, pulling your body closer to his as he fucked your brains out. metal hand masterbating your dick until you come undone on his apendix, still making a mess in the sheets.

bucky groaned as he finished inside you. slowly leting your body rest on the mattres. you layed there until he came back from the bathroom. baby whipes to clean you.

after that he got inside the bed. you cling to him like a needy cat.

"old man can still fuck you good."

second part here.

[impossiblekittydelusion]

(S6E13 Let's Doo-Wop It Again)

What do you mean Henrey REFUSED to pay for any sort of pain meds after the first 24hrs???? Not couldn't, refused. That is insane.

ESPECIALLY because it's explicitly framed as 'your medical emergency is a burden and an inconvenience to me, so you can be in pain because I don't want to pay for any sort of relief' instead of something like 'Sorry, I can't afford morphine on top of the other expenses' when Shawn tells everyone about it.

And sure, US medical fees are insane, but we all know Henry just went 'Nope. Shawn can handle the pain.' and refused to budge when the question of pain relief came up. If it was a matter of cost they could've given him something less effective but cheaper, but trust Henry to be as hard on Shawn as possible. Even though this is literally the furthest thing from his fault. Its not like he ran into danger like an idiot. He doesn’t even know what an apendix is.

Also! It continues to be insane to me how none of the other characters protest Henry's mistreatment of Shawn? The only exception I can think of off the top of my head is in the early seasons when Lassie went fishing with Henry and later told Shawn he understood why Shawn was so messed up. Like they know that Henry treats him poorly. They don't ever address it tho??

[xx-akubara-xx]

(The first image is the OG sketch, and the second is the one I went with.)

I originally intended the recent update to have a slightly more unhinged punchline.

Bill wasn't going to explain HOW he was going to repair the finger—he was just going to do it and say, "Oh yeah, I had to use your Appendix. Here's the rest of it." And toss what I thought would be a sizable organ at Dipper.

That would've been hilarious except—do you know how big an appendix is? It's not big at all. It's worm size. Tiny. I'm so offended -this thing nearly killed me years ago, and that's how big it is?

That final panel was supposed to be Ford criticizing Bill, and Bill casually going, "What? It was going to self-destruct in two weeks anyways. Two birds one stone!"

But again - Apendix is very small and it was hard to imagine being offended at having such a useless organ just magic'd away.

So I made Dipper lose a little height instead.

Low-key, I like the more calm nature of the rewrite, but I'm a little sad I couldn't let Bill go full chaotic-good here.

[ygofangirl]

Guys, look at Takahashi’s character graph!

A (Special Apendix) Graph For Breaking Down The Yu-Gi-Oh! Characters

With LV 0 at the center, the X, Y and Z axis are constructed.

Ranging from Crazy to In Self-Control.

Ranging from Narcisstic to Caring For Others.

Ranging from Greedy Or Obsessed to Desireless Or Indifferent.

With This Displayed Graph, We Will Now Look At The Established Properties For 16 Key Characters On The Following Page

Yugi Muto: Caring For Others: LV 4; In Self-Control: LV 5; Desireless Or Indifferent: LV 2

Yami Yugi: Caring For Others: LV 2; In Self-Control: LV 2; Desireless Or Indifferent: LV 1

Seto Kaiba: Narcissistic: LV 4; Crazy: LV 3; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 4

Katsuya Jounouchi: Caring For Others: LV 4; In Self-Control: LV 1; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 2

Anzu Mazaki: Caring For Others: LV 3; In Self-Control: LV 3; Desireless Or Indifferent: LV 3

Hiroto Honda: Caring For Others: LV 1; In Self-Control: LV 3; Desireless Or Indifferent: LV 1

Ryo Bakura: Narcissistic: LV 4; Crazy: LV 5; Desireless Or Indifferent: LV 4

Yami Bakura: Narcissistic: LV 3; Crazy: LV 4; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 5

Pegasus J. Crawford: Narcissistic: LV 4; Crazy: LV 4; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 4

Mai Kujaku: Caring For Others: LV 2; In Self-Control: LV 3; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 3

Dinosaur Ryuzaki: Narcissistic: LV 3; Crazy: LV 1; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 2

Insector Haga: Narcissistic: LV 4; Crazy: LV 3; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 4

Keith Howard: Narcissistic: LV 2; Crazy: LV 1; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 4

Marik: Narcissistic: LV 2; Crazy: LV 2; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 4

Yami Marik: Narcissistic: LV 4; Crazy: LV 4; Greedy Or Obsessed: LV 4

Ishizu Ishtar: Caring For Others: LV 5; In Self-Control: LV 5; Desireless Or Indifferent: LV 4

[spiegelgestalt]

Some nuance: War of the Rohirrim is actually really bad at the "war" part - but that doesn't matter

So I looked at some reviews for this movie and outside of tumblr it was a bit of a shit show. And that astonished me. Because i truly believe that this movie got the essentials of LotR really right, while having some flaws over all. I watched this movie with my older brother who is a huge LotR nerd and who agreed with me, that this was a return to old form. He even send me the part of the apendixes were this story is from - its pretty lore accurate (he's that kind of nerd) So where are all these so called LotR fans coming from who hated this movie? It can't just be sexism, right? RIGHT???!! So that got me thinking: I think it depends what you liked about LotR. Did you like the emotions, the corny speeches, the hope against all despair or did you like the fights/epic battles? And if you liked the action/fight scenes/epic battles i have another question for you: Why the fuck did you ever like those movies? Because the action in LotR was always bad - and it was bad exactly in the way it's bad in war of the Rohirrim

TL/DR War of the Rohirrim did understand what was important in the fights. Helm Hammerhand fighting through the whole night and than standing there frozen to death in front of the gates will always be a top ten moment for me even if it doesn't make any sense. Hera riding out in a white wedding dress and fighting for her people (who may or may not use that moment to flee - or maybe just stay to stare in horror) is fucking great - the old shield maiden throwing her shield is what it's all about. And if you don't see that ... I mean... maybe go watch GoT or something - it might be that LotR isn't for you.

longer rambly explanation under the cut

Let's start with the truth: The Locations in War of the Rohirrim doesn't make any sense and it's truly hurting the flow of the big battles: Why does Helm Hammerhand leave Edoras to fight on a plain when he has walls and a mountain in his favor if he just stays in Edoras. (GoT had similar issues in the last season - why oh why did you have your soldiers in front of the wall - do you know what walls are for???) how are the refugees from Edoras that fast in helms Deep (it used to take multiple weeks. Saruman even had time attacking them on the way...), how many doors does Edoras have and how many are burning? And how close was the fight to Edoras? and if it was so close that you could get back there in minutes (?) why not just fight in Edoras? Did no one notice the people escaping? Why does no one use arrows the way the were intended and shoot Wulf? Did soldiers stay behind to defend the hornburg or not? And man o man just one tower for getting into helms deep? the hornburg truly fell off - the orks needed at least 10 and dynamite ... i could go on and it would not matter because:

The LotR franchise - (excluding the amazon series which does not exist and won't be talked about in this house - I HATE THAT SERIES and i hate what they did to Galadriels character.... I digress) - Let me start again: LotR was always bad at big battle scenes/war scenes. Especially if it comes to location. it used to do well with fight scenes in close quarters. Aragon vs. the nazgul was great for example. the first battle in helms deep (even if it had some issues) But even those early fight scenes were often carried by the dialogue. Gandalf vs. the Balrog if you take out this really cool image of the giant Balrog and the small Gandalf - and if you take out Gandalfs epic dialogue - not a super interesting fight just choreography wise. And the bigger the location the bigger the problems - Arwen fleeing from the nazgul has some issues because sometimes the nazgul are really really close and than Arwen is way ahead again and its not always clear why. the whole ending scene were Merry and Pippin are kidnapped is really confusing if you try to figure out were everyone is? The whole battle in minas tirith is a shit show . Also horses. Sometime they are there and sometimes not. These are nitpicks. This stuff doesn't bother me. . The good battles in LotR are always linked to finding your courage in the face of despair: Beomer fighting on while being shot with three arrows, Theoden riding out one last time because it's the right thing to do. Even Aragon taking on all of Mordor in the third movie count. It's holding on to hope in complete darkness until the morning arrives - and the saviors come and kill all the enemies instantly. And sometimes you can quip if you want to. The heros are completly save until it's thematically relevant to kill them. (aragon went over a fucking cliff and was fine!! He just needed a pep talk from his girlfriend) That's what LotR IS! The hobbit movies were bad because they forgot about that part - i remember in the third hobbit movie that i could care less about the armies that fought and thats because there wasn't enough character scenes and corny speeches to motivate me to care. and if you dont have that you really notice how flimsy and badly written the fight scenes often are. The movie cut of RotK had the same issues. They even fumbled the Eowyn fight a bit - which is my favorite fight in the book because Eowyn is so fucking desperate - it's basically her suicide attempt via nazugul and the movie they didn't get that at all... i digress again: (SN want to talk about Mary Sues? Look me in the eye and tell me that Legolas in the third Hobbit movie wasn't the biggest Mary Sue there is?)

So let me ask again: if you watch LotR for the fight scene/battles and didn't like the cornyness... why the fuck do you like LotR?

[number1jaymerrickhater]

So I'm going to see the terrible influence tour in november and even managed to snag gold tickets so I'm gonna get a meet and greet. This is amazing however whether due to anxiety or excitement I've been having weird dreams about it so I think I'll share some of them with tumblr.

1. Me and my best friend are waiting in line at the meet and greet, they suddnely announce they are tired of this and want to leave. We begin to fight because we are litterally in line to meet Dan and Phil. What do you mean you want to go now of all times??? Our fighting draws some attention and suddenly Dan and Phil appear, adopt us both on the spot and then drags us on stage to introduce us to the audience. We get booed off stage and start fighting over whos fault it is, Dan and Phil start fighting over where they went wrong raising us.

2. I am in the city where the show is being held and I realize that the show is today. I call my friend, and they say they're studying for midterms and can't go, but I should totally ride the train to see them. I ask them whats going on and they say to trust them. I go on the (several hour) train ride to see them and find out Dan and Phil are just casually in their dorm room helping them study. I pass out from shock and Phil tries to remove my apendix because "thats what you do when people pass out"

3. I go to the TIT and realize that the meet and great happened before the show, not after it. While Im sobbing about missing my chance to meet Dan and Phil they anounce that theres a part of the show where they need an audience member to come on stage. They call me and I get dragged on stage and have to cut Phils hair. I apologize profusly because I suck at cutting hair and he says "just cut it gay boy" so I get mad and shave him bald. I get a little jacket that says 'number 1 cutter' on the back and everyone leaves the show in tears. (Also they anounce they're in portland, which is several states away from me and I realize with relief that I didn't miss my meet and great, I just showed up to the wrong show.)

4. Dan and Phil loudly anounce on stage that they're not just bringing up their own secrets. They selected one lucky audience member to confess a secret to their 'maybe unrequided its complicated' gay crush. That lucky audience member happened to be me and I had to confess my feelings to my crush, who both didn't like me back and was also very confused how he was suddenly teleported onto the stage.

5. I asked Dan and Phil to sign my trans flag but they couldn't cuz there was nothing to lean against so Phil said "yk what, we'll just take this with us and then give it back to u later tonight after the show so we can sign it backstage" except they never gave it back they stole my trans flag. Months later after the tour they film a video with my trans flag hanging above a pile of random stuff and the video is titled something along the lines of "looking at all the stuff we stole from YOU haha loosers"

6. While taking pictures for the meet and greet Dan leaned over and whispered in my ear "me and Phil got a phivorice....no one will ever believe you" then I woke up immediately afterward.