#NED CONFETTI?!?

[fandomnerd9602]

Prom-posal

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

You and Petra both could not believe it. You had proposed to her, and despite everything she had said yes honestly the thought of it still made Petra smile a little more and more.

She found herself screaming in delight while working a shift at the Moondance diner, she was so giddy at the mere thought of it.

Any normal girl would consider herself lucky for the fact that she was marrying a stark meaning that she would want for nothing in the world. Not Petra, she was excited because she was marrying her best friend.

She couldn’t help but squeal in delight. She grabbed Betty’s hand and jumped around in the kitchen. And then her boss, Enrique, had to interrupt.

“Yo! Parker! What’s with the jumpin’ jacks?!” his voice thundered.

“Enrique! I’m engaged!” Petra shouted back, excited as ever.

“Yeah. Yeah we all saw the scene.” the man just went back to the grill.

Petra was beyond excited for her marriage to you.

Meanwhile you were with Harley Keener, trying to begin planning the party and ceremony.

“I screwed up” you said kind of upset.

“How?” the young inventor asked with a smirk, “you’re marrying Petra Parker.”

“I ruined my proposal to my best friend”

“Second best friend!” Harley interrupted jokingly.

“I mean…I proposed to her before she even had our prom.” An idea popped into your head, “prom! I need to make my prom-posal to her even more special!”

“Well don’t over think it. And don’t under think it either” your pal offers. “Who can help us?”

Only one name came to mind: Ned Leeds

Would it qualify as kidnapping as to how you got Ned to help you? Put it simply, you saw him walking down the street after school, grabbed him by the backpack and flew back to the Avengers Tower.

“Mr. (Y/N) Stark, sir” Ned said after landing, “that was bot the most terrifying and awesome experience of my life”

“Ned I need your help” you tried to explain only for Harley to come flying in with Michelle in his arms.

“Dude that was weird” Michelle grumbled.

“I need both of you to help me” you tried to explain, “Petra deserves a prom-posal as awesome as her and I’m clueless”

“Whipped” Michelle said jokingly.

“Petra loves Star Wars! And so do i” Ned said with a little nervousness.

“Okay but why?” Michelle asked

“Because I love her and I screwed up the actual marriage proposal” you answered back

“Why?”

“Because she’s the best thing ever in my life and I-I couldn’t think straight when I saw her smile”

“Why” Michelle giggled

“Are you gonna help me or not?!”

“Yeah sure” she said nonchalantly.

That night Petra swung to her apartment and snuck in thru the window, trying to be as quiet as a mouse…or even a spider.

Then aunt May’s voice broke the silence, “Petra, honey, can you come into the living room?”

Busted. Petra thought to herself. She switched into her favorite pair of sweats and hoodie and walked into her living room.

The stereo was playing ‘Always and Forever’ softly. The whole living room was decorated like the Ewok village from Return of the Jedi.

You stood there with a bouquet of flowers and a small smile on your face. “Hey there Spider Monkey” you said softly.

“Hey you” she answered back.

“Petra, I love you so much” you said, “I know I screwed up my proposal and all but-”

“You didn’t.” She answered back with a giggle. “I thought it was just right. I wanna spend my life with you, (Y/N)”

“I wanna spend my life with you too.” You held up the flowers, “and I want to spend prom with you as well. Will you go to prom with me?”

Petra stood there, tears forming in her eyes. She ran forward and jumped into your arms. “Yes. yes! Yes to everything!” she giggled before kissing you. Somehow each kiss with you felt like the first.

Ned, Harley and Michelle each appeared with their own lightsabers and threw confetti.

“Finally.” Michelle said with a little smile.

“Look at my best friend” Ned said with his own smile. “Do you think Y/N will let me be best man?”

“I called dibs dude!” Harley immediately shouted back.

“How about dude of honor?”

“I’ll allow it.”

Not that you or Petra had noticed the argument. The two of you were so busy, lost in each other, lost in this small, infinite moment of happiness.

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[angstyavocado]

Backstory: back in January, before I took my current job, one of my good friends from college and I bought really good tickets to see Twenty One Pilots live, but when I took this job, I lost my PTO and my ability to randomly travel to another state in the middle of the week, so I couldn't go.

I come home from a crappy day and find an envelope in the mail with a concert tee and a big old pile of confetti. Some of the confetti is even shaped like Ned. I have awesomely sweet friends, this was the perfect reminder.

[ninithenarnian]

I think Samuel L. Jackson might have to share the first podium with Bryan Cranston for my favorite actor.

I love them both so much.

A good friend of mine and one of my cousins told me I had to watch Game of Thrones. It's such a good show! Everyone loves it! Best show ever! Blah blah blah!

(Yes, I know Jackson and Cranston are not in Game of Thrones. I wish. But yeah, I do have a point, stick with me.)

I think all creations or stories have a core. The central place it came from. Its theme. Star Wars is good vs evil. Lord of the Rings is friendship and hope. Harry Potter is love. Handmaid's Tale is rebellion. Fruits Basket is acceptance. These are up for debate. They're just my opinions.

Game of Thrones, I hated from the start and this is why. First, it is so deeply boring. Why take a sensible amount of time to act out a scene when you can stretch it to its limits. Glaciers move faster.

If it wasn't boring, it was gratuitously sexual. I couldn't finish the whole 1st episode, especially after that poor girl gets raped. My husband told me I didn't have to watch the ending because I could feel vomit in my throat. I started gagging. My husband told me it got worse after I left the room.

My good friend told me, I told you it was violent. But no, violence usually doesn't get to me at all. Violence is great if it suits the story. Game of Thrones is just a showcase of all the disgusting traits humans have. The core is sexual and morale perversion. That's Game of Thrones.

Also, one of the characters is named Ned. Like Ned? Seriously? Like Flanders and Ryerson? Really?

So instead of continuing watching perverts sexually assault others, I started watching Breaking Bad.

Night and day! So refreshing. Good dialogue, great plot, wonderful complex characters, exemplary acting, and no one named Ned. A+. Standing ovation.

Just thinking about it makes me smile.

From start to finish, I was never disappointed with Breaking Bad. And yes, of course I thought about its core. I am me after all. The core of Breaking Bad is pride.

I know I'm very late to the party in my love for Breaking Bad but at least I got the chance to play in the confetti and glitter after everyone went home.

So worth it.

I love you Bryan Cranston!

That being said, I still kind of wish I didn't know what you look like in your underwear.

[deanfreakingwinchester]

I posted 86 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Mikey Fuckin Way stance!

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#4

The level of detail of a Twenty One Pilots show…Ned confetti.

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#3

The moment we’ve all been waiting for.

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Tumblr’s favorite men apparently.

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My #1 post of 2022

Basically what happened today, right?

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[thekadster]

cliquetober day 19: takeover (a twenty one pilots drabble)

Fandom: Twenty One Pilots

Word Count: 499

Trigger Warnings: None!

Author’s Notes:�� My take on the events after the MV for The Outside (and also kind of a sequel to what I wrote for Day 11)

❝ As they made their voyage on the bay, they couldn’t stop staring at DEMA.

If it was all true, that meant the Bishops weren’t as untouchable as they thought. ❞

also read it on ao3!

Waves rocked them back and forth.

Tyler and Josh were riding in a boat. They had been picked up from Voldsoy a few minutes ago by two Banditos, and were now heading towards the main continent of Trench. They kept their torches lit, signaling to those on shore that they were on their way.

As they made their voyage on the bay, they couldn’t stop staring at DEMA. The crumbling of its towers came like distant thunder. Its blue flames were a beacon in the night, brighter than all the rebels’ torches combined. It was a bright unholy trainwreck they couldn’t look away from.

Even after all this time, they still couldn’t believe it worked. Before all of this, Josh – the Torchbearer – had a plan: he and Tyler would return to DEMA and try to help sneak out as many people as they could. Their concerts would be a diversion, allowing many a quick escape amidst the spotlights and confetti.

But after the attack on the submarine, not even he could’ve seen what would happen next.

Tyler and Josh wound up on Voldsoy by chance. It was a miracle they even survived. They didn’t expect to see Ned there, let alone more than one of him. They didn’t even know his antlers could be used to interrupt the Bishops’ ritual. The Banditos thought only they could possess that kind of power.

All the while, a tight tension hung in the cold breeze. The boat was silent, everyone’s minds seemingly elsewhere. They had been taught to believe that the Bishops were these larger-than-life beings, that no one could ever truly know them. Their influence was everywhere, from the common to the ceremonious. They were gods among men, steadfast even as they bled in their rituals.

But if gods can bleed, then gods can die.

As Tyler held the antlers in his hands, he was still trying to process that a Bishop was dead. Keons was dead. The two Banditos told him the news when they met them on the island. That truth scared him a little; he’d never killed anyone before, nor had he planned to.

But if it was all true, that meant the Bishops weren’t as untouchable as they thought.

It meant that they could turn the tides of this war. The Banditos now had a new way of fighting back, not just by running away or helping people escape. They could use their own tricks against them, harnessing forces that were once used for evil.

And as soon as they would reach the shore, that was exactly what they would do. They would bring the fight to them. They would storm the city, torches blazing against the dark streets. It would take immense amounts of effort from all of them, but they would rebuild from the ashes and ruin to make something new. Something better. Something alive.

Come morning, everything would change. The city of DEMA would finally see why yellow is the color of the sun.

[idasteeen]

These are my entries for the Twenty One Pilots Creative Allies competition! If you wanna be an angel and vote they’re in the folder 3001-3100 and the numbers are 5744, 5745 and 5746! Stay alive frens ||-//

[jainneeeeee]

No one's talking about that 🌪

📸 @jainneeeeee

@twnety.one

[whenyourocknrollwithme]

!!! WARNING - might be triggering due to its self-harm content

Story from the show:

There was a girl standing in front of me. The one you can hear crying and singing her heart out during the song. It was obvious that this band meant the world to her. When I looked at her arms, I noticed they were covered with scars. Scars from cutting. It was the most heartbreaking thing ever. But you could clearly see that this music has helped her through the darkest times. I’m so so grateful for this band and I believe in everything they do. Thank you for the most emotional beautiful show I’ve ever been to.

Proud to be a part of The Clique ||-//

[moon-yean]

black sails + historical figures

{eta: please read this regarding anne bonny’s unverified date of death}

[re-decorate]

no way no fucking way is there ned confetti

[funnyincorrectmcu]

(In the Group Chat) Flash: How do girls know that they’re off their periods? Do their vaginas ding or something? MJ: An elf pops out and throws confetti at us and yells “You’re free! See you next month.” Ned: So you give birth to an elf every month? Betty: Yes. Peter: So that’s how Santa gets his elves.

[ohara-n-brown]

The Cat and The Birdie Next Door | Peter Parker x Felicia Hardy + BestFriend!Kate Bishop | Prologue

Summary: After the arrest of her mother, Kate Bishop moves in with her best friend, Felicia Hardy, and together the pair discover that there may be more than meets the eye when it comes to their new neighbor, Peter Parker.

And maybe a little Spider can help Kate and Felicia solve Hell’s Kitchen’s biggest problem.

//AN: My idea for this series is to blend some OC elements with classic Felicia Hardy. As a New Yorker, I really wanted her to feel like someone I might know, so in this, she's a black girl from Harlem! But she's still the Black Cat we know and love.//

Peter Parker x Felicia Hardy + BestFriend!Kate Bishop (Warning for NWH and Hawkeye spoilers)

--Check out CHP.1 and more on my AO3!--

Word count: 2.5k

Prologue - Chp 1

PROLOGUE ------------------------------------------------------------

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!”

There was nothing more depressing than spending New Years alone.

If anything, Peter Parker should have felt relief. Thats what he told himself, at least. Over and over again. He was closing the book on what was easily the worst year of his life. - If anything, he should have felt blessed for it to be over.

He didn’t feel blessed at all.

As Peter watched the crystal ball above Time Square drop on his boxy television set, the crowd on the screen erupting in a boom of confetti and cheers, he felt alone. Utterly alone in the world.

‘Welcome to 2025!’ the screen read. A new year. A year without May. A year without MJ, or Ned, or even Doctor Strange.

A year without Peter Parker.

The walls in Peter’s shitty apartment were thin, covered in chipped and yellowing paint. And in the lonely emptiness of his apartment, he could almost hear the chatter next door, the sound of an excited girl’s voice, crystal glasses being touched in a cheers.

May had always loved New Years. The apple cider had always been her favorite.

The thought alone stung, like most memories of May did, and Peter recoiled without meaning to.

“Tonights for you, May.” Peter whispered to himself, collecting his mask from his bedside table. There was nothing more than he wanted to do than curl up in bed, to close his eyes, to stop existing. But he couldn’t. That’s not what heroes did. Instead, he held the mask in his gloved hands, watching as the new azure fabric gleamed in the low light. “Great power..” he reminded himself.

Peter Parker technically didn’t exist anymore. But that didn’t mean Spider-Man didn’t either.

“Great responsibility.” And as Peter shut off the TV, the silence in his place deafening now, Spider-Man slipped on his mask and out onto his fire escape, the window slamming shut behind him.

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“Hurry up, we’re gonna miss it!”

“Shut up, we’re not gonna miss it!”

“Yes, we are, now hurry up!” Kate Bishop urged, turning on the couch to watch Felicia fumble with the glasses. The champagne in her hands fizzled with carbonation, and as Felicia Hardy set the champagne flutes down on her coffee table, Kate slipped a pair of gaudy ‘2025’ shades on her friend’s face.

“Did you get the grapes?” Felicia asked, watching as Anderson Cooper did the opening speech for the ball drop.

“The grapes!” Kate said, springing up from her seat on the couch. “Shit, the grapes!”

Felicia scoffed. “You were the one who wanted to go all superstitious. I mean yellow panties and eating grapes on New Years? Who even does that?” she asked, crossing her arms as Kate made a ran dash to her fridge.

Life with Kate was always like this - hectic, always fun, never boring. Ever since Elanor’s arrest (and the fact Kate’s place had been burnt to smithereens), Felicia’s place had become their place - not that either of them were complaining.

“Are you kidding, you haven’t heard about eating 12 grapes for good luck? 12 grapes, 12 months!” Kate said from the fridge, as if it should have been obvious.

“Kate!” Felicia warned, as the hosts started the countdown.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

“Happy New Year!” the pair exclaimed, clinking glasses and throwing back a gulp of champagne as the clock hit zero.

“To new beginnings!” Kate grinned, popping a grape into her mouth.

Felicia nodded, sinking into her thick old couch, a satisfied smile on her face. “To new beginnings, Miss Hawkeye.” she said, holding out her glass for another cheers.

Kate leaned forward, glass poised to clink. And then the window next door slammed.

Kate yelped, the two of their glasses crashing and shattering between the pair of them, sending champagne across their laps.

“Jesus Christ,” Felicia hissed, jumping up from the couch to go for the paper towels.

“Hey, uh, not my fault- ” Kate said, quick to defense, but Felicia waved her off. Lucky, the Pizza Dog, watched the two of them worriedly from his place on the loveseat, but made no move to intervene.

“I know, I know. It’s my fucking neighbor. New kid moves in next door and starts slamming windows all time of the fucking night. It’s like every night, once at 12 then another at like 3.” she said irritably, as Kate began to pick shards of glass out of the fabric. “Don’t know what the hell is up with him.”

Kate couldn’t help but watch Felicia, eyes filled with amusement, and already Felicia knew exactly what Kate would say.

“Have you uhh- Have you maybe tried talking to him about it?” Kate asked, a grin spreading over her face. As if the suggestion alone was a joke. To her, it kind of was. Because Kate knew for a fact that Felicia hadn’t. Kate had known Felicia for years, and Felicia, to put it simply, was no-where near the extrovert Kate was. If Kate was a warm, personable, golden retriever, Felicia was a prissy, pissed, black cat.

“Well- No.” Felicia said, as she crossed her arms. Of course she hadn’t. “He’s nice and all..very talky-talky.”

Kate bit back a laugh. “Have you considered he’s trying to be a good neighbor? That’s that neighbors do, ya’know. They talk.” Kate told her, taking the roll of paper towels from Felicia.

“Kate, this is New York. The one time I spoke to the last neighbor that lived in that apartment was to tell him I set fire to my kitchen and that we were evacuating.” Felicia told her, the idea of talking to her neighbor bordering somewhere between uncomfortable and horrific.

“Besides, you’re here now. Why don’t you talk to him? I’m sure he’ll listen to you.” she went on.

Kate scoffed, more amused than shocked. “I don’t even live here.” she reminded Felicia.

“Yeah, but you will,” Felicia reminded her right back. “We just gotta more your stuff in, then you can be as friendly with the neighbors as you want.” she said, waving the older girl off.

Kate simply shook her head, amazed at her best friend’s stubbornness. “I mean, I just don’t get why you’re so opposed to talking to him. It wouldn’t kill you to be a more personable, Fe’, I’m like your only friend.”

“That is a lie!” Felicia insisted. It wasn’t a lie.

Felicia Hardy had known Kate Bishop for nearly ten years now, from years together in Tae Kwon Do and Karate lessons, to freshmen at the same college. In the beginning, they hadn’t even been friends. They had been opposed to each other, convinced they were opposites, back when Kate went to private school and Felicia went to Midtown. Kate had thought Felicia abrasive, Felicia thought her prissy, but in the end, they had a lot in common, even if it wasn’t apparent at first.

For one, they were both unbelievably stubborn, no matter how much either of them denied it.

And secondly, they were both utterly, completely, super-hero obsessed.

“Besides, he can’t be that bad. Did you even talk to him?” Kate asked finally sinking into the salvaged couch.

“I didn’t say he was that bad, just that he can’t stop slamming the damn window. He’s fine. Saw him when I was coming in from work. Said his name was Peter or something. I mean, I don’t hate the kid, it’s just that every time he thinks you’re not looking at him, he just looks so sad. Like super sad.” And Felicia wasn’t good with sad. Or with any heavy emotions. In fact, Kate hadn’t seen Felicia cry in years.

“Even more reason to talk to him,” Kate said, poking at Felicia’s side. “Besides, if it was Spider-Man I’d bet you’d be dying to talk to him.”

That at least got Felicia’s attention. For a moment their eyes met, and a beat of silence passed before the both of them burst into laughter.

“Hell fucking yeah, I would! Every straight woman in New York would.” Felicia snickered, watching as Kate laughed at her own joke. “And if Clint knew how much you still fangirl over him-”

“Oh, he does.” Kate assured her, once again returning to her New Year’s grapes. “He knows. Groans every time.”

Felicia sank into the couch next to her. “Yeah, yeah, Miss Avenger. Tell you what, you have Clint go and dig in some government files to get me a date with Spider-Man or whatever, and then maybe I’ll have a play date with the boy next door.” she said, crossing her legs over Kate.

“As if.” Kate snickered. “And that’s not how being Hawkeye works, by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Felicia told her, stealing a grape.

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Felicia and Kate’s lives had always been very, very different.

In fact, the first time Felicia had saw Kate’s childhood home, she had went in the polished, porcelain bathroom and cried. Not that Kate had known that at the time. But the marble walls, the penthouse skylights, the private swimming pool. The first time around, it had been hard to swallow.

It got easier over time. It had taken three years before Felicia had trusted Kate enough to invite her over. But Kate never seemed to mind that the apartment Felicia had grown up in was the size of her mother’s walk-in-closet, or that the metallic pangs coming from the radiators were supposedly normal.

And she didn’t care now that Felicia’s apartment was a shitty, drafty hole in the wall. Over time Kate had gotten used to the aesthetic. Sure, it wasn’t as picturesque as her place above the pizza shop. But it had character. Like the slamming windows.

‘Thunk!’

The slam was loud enough to shake the glass pane next door, and it rattled so loud Kate thought it might break.

“Bro, Oh my God !” Felicia hissed, sitting up in bed as she blindly fished for her phone. Her cracked screen blinked to life, the display reading 4:23am. “Is he out of his goddamn mind?”

The two of them hadn’t gotten around to getting Kate an actual mattress, and so the brunette sat up on from her place on the air mattress they’d manage to find in a old luggage. She was groggy, hair a mess, and Felicia barely understood her when she mumbled “He’s probably just coming back in from a party or something. Look, why don’t we go talk to him, and politely ask him not to. I’m sure that’ll solve all of this.”

The look of unbridled irritation on Felicia’s face was clear.

“Fe.” Kate bargained.

“Fine. Fine,” Felicia caved. “We can do it your way. But if he says something slick to me..I’m gluing the window shut.” she said, throwing back her covers. “You do the talking.”

“Don’t I always?” Kate asked.

The hallway of their building was worse than the studios, a draft running through all the corridors and up the stairs, and Felicia propped a shoe in the door to keep the deadbolt from slamming on them.

Peter had heard them the moment they’d turned their lock. That was the worst part of thin walls, his ‘Peter tingle’ affording him too much hearing for his own good. Peter froze, still half in his Spidey suit, as he waited for their footsteps to disappear down the stairs, like he expected them to. What he didn’t expect were the footsteps coming here .

“Shit!” Peter cursed under his breath before the knock even came, and Kate passed a sidelong glance at Felicia. Felicia knocked, hard.

“Geez, you don’t wanna scare him-” Kate whispered, just as the door swung open, and in the crack of the doorway, a face appeared from the neck-up.

The girls stared at him. Felicia had been right, he wasn’t that bad.

“Are you okay?” Kate asked him.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter smiled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’re sweating.” Felicia pointed out.

“Heats coming up real high-”

“No, it’s not? My apartment is literally freezing.” Felicia said, eyes narrowed at him. For a moment, none of them said anything, and Peter watched as the two of their faces morph into curious focus. And here he was, on the other side of the door, in his suit.

“C-can I help you?” Peter asked, after the silence felt like it might crush him.

Kate looked between the two of them, and then she shook her head. “Let’s..start over, shall we? Hi, we’re your neighbors, Kate and…”

“Felicia.” Felicia said, as Kate held out her hand.

Peter looked down at it, his face almost sympathetic as he made no move to shake it, his hands sweating behind the door in his Spidey gloves. Kate seemed to get the message.

“We just-”

“Yeah, can you stop slamming that window. The springs broken and even time you don’t pull it down, it slams shut really fucking loud and we can hear it. Every time.” Felicia said, simple as that.

Kate shrugged. “What she said.”

The look on Peter’s face could only be described as dumbfounded. He didn’t know where to even start.

“Oh, uh. Yeah..sure, no problem. I guess I didn’t realize.” he chuckled, almost going to scratch his head before stopping himself. “I’m Peter by the way. Nice to meet you.”

For Kate, that was enough. He looked terrified, as if he’d seen a ghost, but at the very least he was willing to talk. “Well, nice to meet you too, Peter. If you wanna hang out, we’re like always here to hang.” she offered, giving Peter two thumbs up.

“Not always. But.. you’re still welcome or whatever.” Felicia said, already heading back to her apartment to get out of the cold.

Still, Kate lingered in the hall. “Don’t worry about her, she’s just a little..catty. She’ll warm up to you.” she assured him, leaning in closer. “And one question: Are you naked behind this door?” Kate said, narrowing her blue eyes at him.

And it hadn’t occurred to Peter until right that moment that that was exactly what this looked like. Way to make an impression.

“No, I just..don’t wanna let the draft in, y’know.” he wagered, hoping she’d buy it.

Kate nodded. “Uh-huh.” she said, not entirely convinced. “See ya around, Peter!” she called, as the door to Felicia’s apartment slammed shut behind them.

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If you made it this far, thank you! I've been gone a bit, but this is just a indulgence piece I'd had in mind that I needed to get out. 

Plus I just love some Kate. Hope you liked it! If you’d like to read more or subscribe so you can catch the next installment, you can read CHP.1 here on my AO3!

And if you’d like I’d really love to hear what you think in the replies. Thanks :)

[grabmy-bat]

how the icy tour connects to the lore~ a ted talk by me (i mean i explain it i think but it makes most sense if youve seen it live but whee)

so we have the Outside music video. Tyler and Josh are on Voldsoy, looking at all the other Banditos on Trench. It’s already been implied it’s winter there (snow, general Coldness) so it’s probably snowing hard while they’re making their way to Trench/mainland. While they’re walking they see this blue door that hovers in front of them and then floats overhead. They go through it and enter on stage. 

The blue door, in the Clancy letters, is the room where he was forced to write SAI/livestream/record the livestream, also known as The Show. aka, the blue door is Dema basically. 

So they go through the door and find themselves on stage for a show. They start playing Good Day but then the Bishops interrupt with No Chances to show their power. Blurryface also comes on the screen singing Fairly Local (which, the Fairly Local MV was the first time we saw him. The MV is also all cold and icy.)  Which is why Tyler does the whole Message Man thing because it’s the Bishops’ show. Then at one part he falls off stage and a second part of the video starts, with them in the snow again (in Trench) looking at the blue door. They go through again. 

(I dont remember what song they play when they come back adhahdsah)

ANYWAY Trees starts. On the screen the video is *rewinding* everything/all the other videos they had on there during the show. The whole thing with the Ned plush? On the site it has the phrase ‘ned will show us the way’. Never heard that before, obviously. During Trees this tour there’s Ned *confetti* .after Trees when they bow and all that it’s playing Good Day instrumental in the background because ned rewound the entire show back to the start freeing them from the Bishops. They go back through the trapdoor into Trench to continue on to the rest of the Banditos because Ned freed them/showed them the way. 

I call it now tho that after the tour we’re going to get a Clancy letter tho cause like ive gotta be right it makes farrr too much sense

seriosly guys someone rb this i make all these theories then they never get recognition its not selfish im so proud of this

[twentyonepilotsicons]

hey there! I’m gonna request a desktop wallpaper, and I have more of a vague idea in mind, but smt trench-era themed? Yellow, bishops, ned, confetti, tape, etc, you can go off with any of that, thanks!!

here you go ;p

i liked how this one turned out ;p i hope u like it ;p

[deanfreakingwinchester]

The level of detail of a Twenty One Pilots show…Ned confetti.

[starsistertarot]

I ned more pet head canons please they're so good. I don't have anyone really specific in mind. Maybe Riko, Momoi, Imayoshi, Hanamiya, and Imayoshi

Of course you can, I had so much fun making pet headcanons last time that I'll gladly do it again lmao

For anyone looking for part 1 with the GOM + Kagami, you can find it here:

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Riko: An Exotic Shorthair (Cat)

She's the over-doting mother to a cat named Mittens, which she got from her dad on her birthday. And it was honestly love at first sight.

She's quite strict about the rules, no jumping on the counter sir- but she also has a tendency to spoil the *absolute shit* out of her little princess

And yes she'd beat the shit out of anyone who dared say anything bad about her cat. NO SHE DOESN'T HAVE A FUNNY LOOKING FACE, HYUGA-

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Momoi: Bunnies

She owns two white bunnies named Yuki and Confetti, who are her pride and joy.

She is the responsible bunny mom that'd do anything for her fur babies, and has to slap Aomine over the head when he claims frogs are better than bunnies. And that bunnies probably taste good- *SCREECH*

Of course he's joking to rile her up, but this doesn't stop her from burning up his magazines whenever he says he wants to eat her children.

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Imayoshi: Tarantula

This shithead owns a tarantula because of course he does. And the reason why I believe that:

1. Tarantula hunting is his favorite past time in Animal Crossing because he's FUCKING INSANE-

2. His sister is terrified of spiders, and if she ever decides to cross him, imagine where his spider will be when she's asleep. (SCREEEEEAM)

Anyways the spiders name is a shortened version of his sisters name, because the look on her face when he told her was too good to not actually do it.

And let's just say, him and the tarantula are partners in crime.

(If anyone wonders how Imayoshi plays Animal Crossing, check this out):

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Hanamiya: Piranha

He owns a girl Piranha named Sadako (Thank you @bigsnailart for the suggestion).

He went to a pet store one day, and it was love at first sight. *cue careless whisper*. He just knew that he had to get her, so he did.

Now every time he feeds her, he pretends its the flesh of his enemies... "Sadako~ Look who I brought for you. Its that good-hearted scum known as Kiyoshi Teppei". And then he watches her eat, pretending she's devouring them alive.

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I assume the last one is Kiyoshi: Stick Insect

He owns a stick insect he named Sticky, which he got because it sounded cool at the time.

He wanted a low-maintenance pet that could take care of itself if needed, since he's busy taking care of his grandparents...

And he has a tendency to forget Sticky exist at times because its so quiet. (He's totally not an airhead, pff) He cares for Sticky a lot, but he's not exactly... Emotionally attatched? They're just vibing.

They're buds.