the amount of fig and lou footage i have is ridiculous, especially from their very early days. i took over 500 videos in the first three months that we had them. i took so many that it dwarfed the file size of every other video saved to my phone combined. i literally had to put them on my computer because i ran out of room on my phone and i was scraping by on deleting things to get a few more minutes of recording time.
In like 2018 when instagram introduced that question sticker where the person could ask a question on their story and people would respond to it, a girl I didn’t like posted on her story a question sticker asking if she can microwave food wrapped in aluminum foil and. Um. I didn’t know that the sticker responses WEREN’T ANONYMOUS so I said something like “yes! It is completely safe and encouraged to microwave aluminum foil! In fact, it helps it cook better and more evenly 🥰❤️” and um. Her microwave caught on fire and was destroyed and she knew it was me and threatened to call the police on me for attempting to burn her house down.
Lmao more about Grover aging at a rate of 0.4 instead of directly by half (12/28 = 0.4285). This is also assuming that Grover is only aging physically slower, but his mental/emotional capacity ages chronologically and with experience.
But anyway Grover has to get a fake ID to go to bars with Percy. When Percy turns 21, they realize ah shit Grover looks 16ish once they pull up to the club and immediately get turned away. Grover does have an official ID with his actual birthdate. In the past as a Keeper for Percy, Bianca and Nico, he also had a fake ID with an adjusted birthdate for whatever age he was supposed to be. He doesn't have either of those IDs anymore (he had to get a new one for B&N because Percy's would've put him at 14 and he needed to be put into 12 year old Bianca's class), so it's not like he handed over the fake one.
But the bouncer gives him a once-over and is just, "yeah no". They try to argue but the bouncer is like "if you wanna fight on this, I'm gonna keep your ID and call the police" so they give up (or rather Grover makes Percy give up because he got that look in his eyes and getting arrested on his birthday is not a birthday gift Grover wants to give).
In the end, they skulk around to some minimart and grab one of each alcoholic bottle with a weird name or label that they can find, are grateful the cashier doesn't seem to care that Grover looks 16 and barely even looks over his ID when he flashes it. Then they huff it back to Percy's apartment and taste test each drink on the floor of Percy's bedroom, because the whole point of going to the bar was to taste something that wasn't cheap beer stolen by the Hermes cabin.
Grover has a wildly fantastic tolerance for alcohol and Percy discovers that he is a lightweight.
The next time they try to go to a bar, Grover is sporting a temporary glamour from the Aphrodite cabin to make him look older. About half way through, they ring up Annabeth to make her do the math on how old Grover would have to be to actually look 21, and then the math on how long that would take because neither of them can subtract double digit numbers. Percy rediscovers he is a lightweight and, when the glamour finally starts to wear off, has to be carried back to his apartment by Grover, which makes for a ridiculous image of what appears to be a disabled 15 year old carrying around a grown man who won't stop talking about how much he loves his friends, including said disabled 15 year old.
i keep getting tiktoks of these younger gen z kids referencing a time they did something relating to fandom in public and now they're embarrassed by it and everytime i see one i sit there thinking over all of middle and high school and having genuinely 0 moments that i feel embarrassed by, like i definitely did a lot of shit these kids would be embarrassed by but i think these are all just really fucking funny
also photographic evidence of the kinda kid i was. these are from 2014/15 when i was in 8th grade
-desolation row one shot(still on wattpad gerard way/reader smut)
-twerk it on (mcr crack fanfic no longer on wattpad but i have another fic in my library called twerking in taco bell which definitely ALSO used for my reading log)
-frank iero must die(a serial killer/assassin frerard fic, still on wattpad)
-hair (really vague maybe a phanfic? nowhere in my wattpad library rip)
my binder i used in 7th grade i had a blue one that looked pretty similar to this for 8th grade but idk where it went, also the parts i scribbled out are my full legal name i had written on it. i wrote it normally and then the big spot is where i wrote my name REALLY BIG in elysian code from the vladimir tod books. also the lines are from when i used an exacto knife to cut up some papers and forgot that my binder was underneath
in conclusion yall can now see why im so shameless about talking about shigaraki the way i do
Yes, although I can't for the life of me remember the brand or anything. It was a hand-me-down from one of my siblings or maybe my parents, a little gray flip phone that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. Had a little antenna with some cat chew damage, and the outside also was a little battered from me dropping it. And maybe a few of my teeth marks from that time when I hung up a call and was very very angry (you remember how you used to be able to snap shut a cellphone when you were done with a call and it felt soooo satisfying? (I remember putting the phone in my mouth and biting it but I can't for the life of me remember why. teenage breakup?)). Don't think I ever texted on it, or that I had texting since it was expensive. It was basically just a tool to call my parents to pick me up because they'd taken pay phones out of the school around the time I got it. I remember being exceptionally envious of my friend who had a job and bought an iPhone when they were new.
My next phone after that was another hand-me-down– a Palm Pre which I still miss and was a surprisingly sturdy phone with a flip out keyboard and survived being accidentally dropped in a snowbank and then dried out in rice (a myth which somehow worked? I guess it didn't get that wet) and was found by my coworker who brought it to me the next day when I had just realized it was missing. Ahhh... simpler times when my phone wasn't constantly glued to my side. Then I got a Samsung Galaxy S4, which is one I still actually have and I think is flashed with some weird custom OS with an octopus splash screen.