#OOC: [I NEED HELP PLEASE]

[disorganised-bagel]

i think people like these, so. i present to you:

rtc incorrect quotes, except they're all screenshots of things i've said that i found in my camera roll (part 3)

throws these at you

(part 1) (part 2) (part 4)

[wholetthehourglassdogsout]

salutations, sir!

It appears I have been sung towards a very fine establishment indeed! Upon witnessing the great Fun being had here, I found it of very, very, much, much.... i-imperch... to make myself a little housing point here! As of now, I have four missions to complete:

1: Get my hourglass dog back! I threw him up on Auction Day, but to my great misfortune, the last time I saw him was during my race against my friend Moony to meet the Great Runas. The reward for finding him is currently choccies, but it may rise to such heights as one fatty catty if the circumstances become too dire...

2: Communicate some information to my dear pal Moony! Indeed, you lovely reader, that is an astute observation, I seemed to have already communicated something to her. Unfortunately, that was a gift, not an information, and as she was the gift there was nothing to communicate. She communicated herself to herself. If there are any Moonies out there, please reach out to me, I am in quite the kerfluffle.

3: Find the Fun! Now, this is a very biggity big personal goal of mine- I simply must find it! I can't go ON with these INCOMPREHENSIBLE FEELINGS FOREVER!!! ADHFDKJSAHFJK WAHHHHHHHH- ahem. my sincerest apologies. But, in any case, my aim is to find the true essence of merriment! I do not understand it yet... but I hope to! Very soon!

4: Eat turròn. To my great distress, I have recently come to the realization that since I have gifted my turròn to the beautiful Shepherd (who, by the way, I would also love to meet again) , I never got the chance to eat it. This is upsetting to me. I wish to eat the turròn. If there are any turròns out there with turròn recipes or any turròn of turròn, please turròn to me with the turrònformation. Thank you most kindly, kindest of sirmadamothernobilities!

While I am staying in this interesting party, feel free to talk to me and ask me any questions you want! TURRÒN!

[entriprises]

blog updates !

i've removed a number of muses from my roster including: tadashi, ellie, elizabeth, finnick, buck, bobby, and midge -- if we have any dynamics with any of these muses i'd be happy to continue on discord or plot them out more and maybe consider them on a request basis but currently they either haven't received interest, i don't have that much confidence in their voice, or simply the muse is gone. but come talk to me please if you do have interest!

anything that comes out of my queue for these muses will be the final thing unless otherwise discussed

deleted posts and old threads that either went nowhere or were with people im no longer mutuals with -- i am not droppping existing threads i have. if you'd like to talk about what threads we have i'm happy to send anyone my tracker!

deleted posts for muses that are no longer on this blog (with the exception of certain threads... im sentimental sometimes)

cleaning up my follower/following list -- there may be some awkward refollows and there will be softblocks if we haven't gotten any plotting/writing done in the last couple of months. if i sb you - please know you are welcome to refollow but i am looking for us to plot, develop, and write threads that make us both excited. i understand lulls in muse and slowness and that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about months of being mutuals with no interactions or attempts to plot that have been unreciprocated. it's truly nothing personal, i just need a smaller space these days

changing tag formats & trying to update them all and replace the ones currently in queue

[foolish-gaymer]

Sooooo…. I've been thinking about adding Q!Foolish to my muses but that means interacting with DSMP characters and I've NEVER watched DSMP so I'm in trouble…

Anybody have any ideas on what to do?

[thanatologie]

anyway, i really am sorry i've been a space cadet lately on both blogs, here's why:

[riddlesnap]

Got a day off tomorrow after tonight's shift! Might not be very active or talkative today though, had to deal with some bs in getting my phone number back as I hadn't made a call/text for a while so that was fun! Got it back without much trouble but you know, talking over the phone.

[askmagicantprince]

NINTEN WHAT HAPPENED??

"AAAAA-- WHAT-- WHAT HAPPENED? SOMETHING HAPPENED? ARE YOU GUYS OKAY!?"

"Don't scare me-- I mean, US like that! Nothing ever happens here! We are all just fine. Don't yell like that again, please. I'm sensitive to sudden loud noises."

"...We don't have much of those around here anyways. So, please, no yelling in my kingdom!"

[bittcnneck]

EVERYONE, PLEASE, PAY ATTENTION TO THIS POST. MY ACCOUNT GOT HACKED. PLEASE REPORT THIS PERSON. they convinced me that they were a discord staff and I believed it because they showed me documents and they had the nitros and boosts and discord staff badges.. yeah i fell for it, I feel very stupid. They made me change my email so I can't log back in. And they're doing the same to my friends, pretending to be a discord staff. I feel so upset for putting my friends in danger like this and I feel so sorry. Please help me get this guy out of here. I want my account back, most of my friends are on there and I have no other way to contact them.. Ps, before their name was busy lamb, it was Timothy Chen. Which is why I believed. They showed me their work documents and stuff of where they live and the school they graduated from and stuff. I can't believe how stupid I was.

[mad-hunts]

okay, but imagine expecting barton to come at you in this bloodied and dirtied surgeon's gown + then you get confronted by him in this (minus the pin)... like see, this is why i like to say that although his sense of fashion is usually understated, he is sometimes extra because this is CUNTY with a capital 'C'!!

[gemkun]

i’m begging someone to give me a new fandom to slide into because i’ve been in the link click hell hole for 29374028263 days

[generic-enthusiast]

(An expansion of a moment from this qprpbj fic I wrote a while ago)

Ponyboy smiles when he opens the door and finds Avery on the other side.

"Hi, Aves."

"Hey, grandpa," they say brightly, stepping inside.

Avery takes their backpack off and heads to the bathroom like they do every Tuesday. The twenty-minute walk from school to his house is just long enough for them to need to pee when they get there but not at school.

Ponyboy closes the door and sighs. It's nice to have company once in a while, even if it's just for lunch on Tuesdays. It gets lonely sometimes, when everyone's paired up with kids. Cathy got almost full custody over Katie and Johnny, so he's been alone for a while. Two-Bit and Marcia, Steve and Soda... They never stopped caring about Ponyboy and Darry, but they have other things to do. Married life to attend to.

Shame Darry's out today, he always likes to talk to Avery. Seems like they might be going down the accounting path, and Darry's good for advice on that.

"What's for lunch?" they ask, drying their hands on their skirt.

"I'm tryin' out this new recipe I found online..." Ponyboy takes the aluminum foil off of a pot and looks inside. "It's chili but it's supposed to have some sort of sweet twist? I dunno, the girl explaining it seemed really excited."

"Did you check the reviews like I told you to?"

"Yeah, they all said to use less beans or it would be too dry, so I did."

Avery gives him a wide grin. "Great."

Ponyboy carries the pot over while Avery sets the table.

"How's school been?"

He starts serving Avery a bowl.

"It's been fine. I did a math test today and I made some stupid mistakes — that's enough, thanks — and there was this one formula I forgot that woulda made everything a whole lot easier, but it went okay."

"That's nice." He sets his own bowl down in front of him.

"Actually, grandpa..." Avery trails off and avoids Ponyboy's eyes when he looks at them. "There’s something I need to talk to you about."

Ponyboy looks at them silently, urging them to go on, but they stay quiet.

"Go ahead."

"I'm aromantic. And asexual." They look at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "Aroace for short."

Ponyboy blinks at them once. Twice. "What?"

They give a dry laugh before answering. "Yeah, no, I didn't expect you to know. Aromantic means I don't feel romantic attraction. Asexual means I don't feel sexual attraction."

"Those are different?" The look Avery gives him is the same one he knows he used to give Sodapop whenever he asked him what the movie they just watched was about. "Sorry," he says, suddenly feeling meek.

"No, it's fine," they sigh, "They're kinda new labels, I guess. But yeah, they're different. Mostly people feel them together, but some people feel them differently. I just... don't."

Ponyboy had been about to eat a spoonful of chili, but freezes with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

"You... you can just... not feel it?"

On Ponyboy's first date with Cathy, they went out for dinner, and it felt kinda like going out with Two-Bit. Laughing too much and feeling like he was breaking some sort of rule all the time. It was nice, though.

He kissed her goodnight like he was supposed to, and it felt weird, but it was supposed to feel weird, right? They'd just started to go out.

Then they'd been dating for long enough for it to be expected for them to have sex and he didn't really want to, but Cathy wanted to and they were supposed to and it wasn't that bad, really. Just kinda boring.

"Yeah. I know it sounds really weird, and you might think I just haven't met the right person yet, but think about like, straight people. You know you don't like the same sex and no one ever doubts that, so this is like the same only I don’t like anyone. And it doesn't mean I can't have meaningful relationships or anything — I like my friends a lot, I love them a lot, and Charlie can be nice when he isn't being an annoying little brother, and there's even other types of relationships, like queer-platonic relationships, that aren't for me, but that other aroace people can want—"

"Calm down, Aves," Ponyboy says with a slight grin. He definitely know where they got that from. "I wasn't tryin' to make ya feel like I didn't accept you, I just... didn't totally get it."

"Oh." They're slightly out of breath. "Okay."

There are a couple moments of silence before they go on, "Well, in any case, I find sex and romance disgusting and when people tease me about that sorta thing it makes me uncomfortable. That's all I wanted to tell you."

They smile awkwardly.

Ponyboy feels himself deflate, but tries not to let it show.

"So then aromantic and— and asexual people find it disgusting?" So it's just me? It's just me that's broken, then.

"Oh, no, not at all. I just don’t like it, but there’s people who are fine with it. Some people even enjoy it."

"Oh." Not broken not broken not broken not broken "And can, uh... can anyone be– aromantic? And asexual?"

They look at him curiously, eyes flitting across his face to try and figure out what he's thinking. A flicker of understanding — and something like hope — crosses over their face before they settle back into a neutral expression.

"Well, yeah. Not anyone that feels sexual or romantic attraction, obviously, but, like, there's aroace people of all ages with all sorts of romantic and sexual histories and they're still aroace."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

The rest of lunch is spent in near silence. Every so often one of them asks a question and the other answers, but conversation never lasts more than a couple seconds. The silence festers around them, Avery looking around uncomfortably, Ponyboy trying to force himself to be comfortable. Ponyboy's washing the dishes while Avery cleans up the table when there's the sound of a key jiggling and the door opens, showing Darry standing behind it. His face lights up when he catches sight of Avery.

"Aves! I didn't miss you!"

"Uncle Darry!" He sets his bag down next to him a takes his shoes off.

"How'd your math test go?"

Avery's face scruches up. "I forgot about the tangent squared identity and had to deduce it from the sine squared plus cosine squared one."

Darry makes a similar face and clicks his tongue as he walks over. "Did it go well besides that?"

"Yeah." He goes to ruffle their hair but remembers the last time they complained about it and grabs their shoulder instead.

Avery checks their phone. "Oh shii— shoot. I'm late. Gotta run back now."

They slip their shoes on quickly and run out the door.

"Have fun!" Darry calls, and a muffled "I'll try!" makes it back through the door.

Darry looks at the closed door for a second, easy smile on his lips. "Seems like slamming the door's genetic," he mutters.

He wanders into the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks. The water's running over dirty dishes but Ponyboy's leaned against the opposite counter, scrolling down something on his computer.

He has the same look on his face that he had a couple days after his seventeenth birthday, when he came up to Darry and told him quietly that he was older than Johnny would ever be.

"Pony?"

Ponyboy looks up, blinking quickly, not bothering to try and close the tab.

"Hmm?" His voice is unnaturally high-pitched. The eye contact only lasts a couple second before he looks away, back at the screen.

Darry walks towards him slowly. "Everything okay?" He turns the tap off when he passes by it.

Ponyboy's staring holes into his computer. He can't look away, can't look away from the words that've been there all along. The words he didn't see fifty-something years ago — oh, god, he can't even remember how long it's been.

The computer's being taken away from him.

"Pony." Ponyboy looks up to meet Darry's eyes. "What's wrong."

"The— the words are there." He's on the verge of tears and he knows that Darry can tell with the pitch of his words, but he can't control it.

"What words, Pony?"

"A— aromantic. And asexual. And queer-platonic." Darry just stares at him, clearly in as much confusion as Ponyboy was a couple minutes ago. "You don't have to wanna date people. And sex. And Johnny—"

Ponyboy doesn't finish the sentence.

"What about Johnny?" Darry seems confused, and Ponyboy realises that he thinks he's talking about his son.

"Cade."

"Oh."

"We weren't friends. I always knew we weren't friends, I knew it was different, because I ain't never felt that way again."

Darry blinks. "You're saying you're... gay?"

Ponyboy shakes his head and he can feel the tears tickle as they roll down his cheek but it would be wrong to brush them away.

"It don't— It don't gotta be like that. You don't gotta choose between bein' friends or datin', those aren't the only options. And it— it's real." He buries his face in his hands. Darry wraps his arms around him and Ponyboy stoops down to burrow his head in Darry's shoulder. "I know it— it doesn't change anythin', that we were the same thing, that we were— were queer-platonic even if the word didn't exist but I wish it did.

"I wish it did because then maybe it wouldn't be so—" He can't go on.

Maybe it's because there's no words to describe what it means to find out what something was when it's so far in the past you no longer remember, but remember remembering. Maybe it's because the pain he'd buried so deep he almost forgot about it comes back in full force. Maybe it's because he's sobbing so hard the words can't come out.

And that's how it ends.

It doesn't end with "stay gold" and it doesn't end with his English theme. It doesn't end with a roadtrip to the sea so they can spread his ashes and it doesn't end when he's twenty and unhappily married.

It ends sixty years too late. It ends with something as irrelevant as a pair of words. It ends with closure. Closure that comes far too late, but eventually comes.

[ann0ingg3mila]

(Hhh I should be ic sooner or later but idc!!)

(Give me ideas, I’ll take any)

(Basically I’m opening commissions because I want to draw more often so GIVE ANY IDEAS!1!1!)

(Only taking sfw commissions)

[quietlyblooms]

tonight i’m resting and keeping to myself bc i just need a minute, but tomorrow i think i’ll tinker with my rules and tidy up this blog overall. i’ve been thinking about a few things that have likely contributed to me feeling overwhelmed here, and i need to sit down and drop old drafts/asks, clean up my followers list, and set a lil boundary. hopefully after i do, i can get back to writing and bugging y’all at a normal pace 💜

[gravesung-moving]

feeling a little bit weird and lonely tonight @_@ catch me on disco if u need me! ✌🏼

[the-better-stoll-brother]

Ooc post:

clawing at my flesh resisting the urge to make Connor just a wee bit transgender

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I'm rewatching Spreen's Egg event day VOD and taking notes because, as is the case with Fit and his original thoughts about the Eggs and Ramon, a lot of people don't do a Great Job depicting him in fanwork (q!Spreen was kind of a dick, he wasn't straight up Evil like some people make him out to be) but o o f... There are some things he says that are such gut-punches.

When Spreen talks to Vegetta and Foolish and finds out they don't have an Egg (they hadn't received Leo yet) Spreen turns to Ramon and says (approximately): "Well Ramon, I can tell that you're a lucky guy. There are people who could not be born, and you are here with us today."