#and then knstead got this.

[fitzfunnymoments]

Kingdom Hearts but with Cosgrove Hall characters instead of Disney characters. Is this anything

[tblsomedoodles]

Honestly one of the things Big Mama is the most bitter about is the fact that she missed Baby's First Mystic Power because of what happened to her kids. Sure to lowly humans it may not seem like such a big deal but yokai put a lot of pride and cultural significance into their powers. Most yokai parents would kill for the chance to help their children unlock their own Mystic power and see how it might manifest, and poor Big Mama didn't get to see that. No, knstead it was Draxum who saw it!!

OOh, that could be neat. and she would be absolutely furious over that! Though, would the mystics from the weapons count as using their powers for the first time, or would that be when they unlocked their nimpo?

Though maybe the weapons didn't have their own mystics, like the powers they got from them were just helping them access their own by bypassing 'lock' on them. (like they're training tools or something like that.) So they were using their own powers but were limited b/c they were essentially riding their bikes around with training wheels still on.

It's kinda funny though, b/c Donnie wouldn't have used his powers at that time like his brothers. He doesn't unlock any mystics until the nimpos unlocked, but even that Mama missed b/c they were prepping to take on the shredder (something only his brothers and April would have seen.) She'd be extra mad about that. She had already missed the other three, and now she missed Donnie's too?

Thank you!

[delta-rex]

HWLP HELP HELP HELP HELP IM WATCHING THE GIGGLE AND. WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT

HI HELLO HI WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK IM LOSING IT.

MISTKY AT THE POWERFUL PSYCHIC IMAGE O JUST GOT BEAMED DIRECTLY INTO MY BRAIN OF THE TARDIS AS AN ANGRY CAT WHEN SHE GOT PICKED UP BY THE HELICOPTER. LOOK I CANT EXPLAIN RN BUT TRUST ME WHEN I SAY ITS A POWEFULLY FUNNY IMAGE

Okay okay I'm normal now live react below HRNRNGNGNGNSNANS

MAN THEY REALLY DID JUST REUSE AVENGERS TOWER FOR THIS HUH. DOWN TO THE FUCKIN LANDING PAD

"no change there then"

Hello the vlinks!

Shout out to Donna WOOOO

UH OH LMAO

YEAHHHHHH THEY SAID RHE TITLE WOOOO

ooooooh spooky arpeggio

WHAT ABOUT YOUR SCREENS IN THE TARDIS. WHAT ABOUT THOSE. DO THEY HAVE DTOOKY BILL TOO

apparently not :/ but FINE WHATEVER

man OKAY CASUAL 1925 TIME IG

AVOIDANCE TM. LMAO. GET CALLED OUT ON IT BITCH.

nooooooooooooooooooo little german boy don't go into the spooky toy shop

Woooooooo distortion corridors ooooooooo

AGH. OUGH. AGH. AOUGH. DT DONT GO EXPLODING MY HEART AGAIN

Marionette guy! Normal things

oh yeah tiny doll lady she seems normal and fine. DEFINTIELY not a trap or anything. Spooky

Man origami building was not what I was expecting there tbh

SPICE GIRLS JUMPSCARE. LMFAOOOOO WHAT A SCENE

NOOOOO NOT THE DEATH LAZE- OH MY GOD OH MU GOD OH MU GOD IM GOIGNT TO COMBUST. THEY ARENT GOING TO LET HIM BE ALONE HRRNTNGNNGNGMGNG

HI NCUTI. HIIIIIII

"WORLDS HIGHESR STAKES GAME OF CATCH"

OH THE HUG. THE FOREHEAD KISS. IM NOT OKAY HRHRHEIAIAUSUFHRHFHHFHSJSHhahahahhaHAGAGGAGAGSHHDHD

AUGH..OUGH. AUGH..AUFH.HRNF. AUGH OH MY GOD IM GOING SOB

YRAH I DID. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT HES GOING HOME

HRNRNGNGJGHHRHTHTH. AUGH. AOUGH. AIGUH.

YAY RAMP! HAMMER WHACK WHAT?????? YEAH WE DONT QUESTION THE DUPLICATION ITS FINE

YAAAAAY NCUTIIIIIIIIIII WOOOOOOOO

AOUGH OUGJ AUGH OEIRITAH ORISUAHFHHFHG AHEHRGRGGAHRGRGAG OURURUAHAHAGRGGRHRGRHSHAHGRGRHAHAHH ME WHEN I DIE. IM CRYING NOW GOODBYE

'Ive never been so happy in my life' DT WHAT IF YOU EJECTED MY STILL BLEEDING HEART INTO SPACE ON CRUISE MISSILE KNSTEAD. WHAT THEN. IT WOULD HURT ME LESS..GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGAGAGAGGAGHHAHHHAGAGAGAGRHRGRGHRHRG

EXPLODES FOREVER AND DIES I CANR HANDLE THIS. OUTURURUAIAUGAHGRGRHHHRHRGAHRHRHHAHRHEUUFIOAOUFUHFHRHGRGAOOGRJSKJEOEIRHEHAJJAORIRJRJUFHDIAOAUAAAAAAAAAAAAAQQAAAAAAAAA [EXTREMELY LOUD SOBBING]

ILL BE BACK TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS TOMORROW JRJRNJJTNRNRBHHRGRGHRHRHR.

[darkclouud9]

sometimes you just gotta hit em with the crack treated seriously how did I hit 3 knstead of e for 3/4 of those es >:(

idk how it works. Cleo's a zombie they most likely know how to remove body parts, reapply body parts, and most importantly, switch body parts with another. so. nothing canon to my lore just something silly. inspired by me. listening. to my Cleo playlist. I have a lot of thoughts for Cletho I'm sorrg

Cleo and Etho switched legs in case you couldn't tell (they got caught in the middle of switching and it was dangerous, so they're wearing each other's pants bc I couldn't decide if they'd change that or not lol)

the main premise is like. Etho was in that much pain that Cleo proposed they switch legs and Etho was opposed at first, but Cleo did it anyway once it agreed. so yes. Cleo essentially just takes on Etho's pain for it <3

(Cleo does wonder why Etho chooses to go so long without easing it's pain, but does not question anything :) she's just glad Etho finally gave in and let *someone* help it <3)

[musingmycelium]

what about "to keep your mind off of things" for the kiss prompts?? 👀

Even though it's exactly the same somehow the kitchen in Ortega's apartment feels different. Oh of course it isnt the same one, she's moved more than once by now since Fennel was last invited over, but the recipe box Julia's mother gave her is still sitting on top of the fridge. Her hand towel is the same old thin cloth with tiny flowers embroidered on the edges. On the wall there's pictures Fennel remebers taking and the silly little sun plate with its shades and grin shines where hangs. Its been years and its the same.

Except it isn't. It looks the same in all the ways that matter doesn't it?

Fennel listens to Ortega make them dinner, the rhythmic thud of a knife on a cutting board, while fae prepare dessert. This is the same too, in the ways that used to matter. Folding fluffy egg whites into banana custard making sure not to bump Ortega's elbow with fae own over the shared counter space. It's easy and familiar and the radio is playing something loose and quick and Ortega is singing along under her breath and Fennel.

Fennel is the dust on the top of the recipe box. Fennel is the mound of take out boxes in the trash. Fennel is watching Ortega smile and chop scallions and something they used to love isn't the same. Not in the ways that matter.

Ortega glances up at faer when she realizes Fennel has stopped moving and her smile is soft until a question turns its edges down. "You're thinking too hard again aren't you."

Shrugging Fennel pushes the custard bowl further back on the counter and pulls up the crust, ready to put everything together. It could be so simple, so familiar. But maybe it isn't just Ortega who has changed beyond recognition. Fennel is so very good about looking and fitting where fae shouldn't after all.

Or, fae would pull the crust closer but instead of reaching cool ceramic faer hands are suddenly full of soft waist. Ortega's slipped herself in between Fennel and the countertop and her quick kiss fills Fennel's thoughts entirely.

She only kisses faer for a moment, a peck more than a kiss, but she's done with dinner prep and so, by extension, so is Fennel. Arms smoothly coming to land on Fennel's waist and shoulder, eyes taking them in. "Just something to take your mind off things."

And she kisses faer again.

And again.

And again.

[grox]

Ugh time to listen to the songs my mutuals reblogged earlier. Yeah this knes fine-- WAIT this ones got a cooler title so I'll listen to this one knstead. Wow sucks. "Sorry"

[hiddendreamer67]

"Oh my god, this is terrible. My soul mate knows where I live." said by a human Virgil who will then discover that his (platonic) soulmate is actually a borrower living in his house? (I thought about Patton for the borrower but if you wanna do someone else that works too! And if you wanna do someone else knstead of Virgil it also works, do what you want)

This was a very interesting realm and I might need to visit it again at a future date because this platonic borrower/human soulmate bonding is *muah*. 

Check out more of my writing at @hiddendreamerwriting​!

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Virgil expect a lot of things when he came home to visit his family for the summer. Mom smothering him in homemade food? Sure. His twin brothers nearly tearing each other’s heads off? That was a given. Spotting a tiny person dashing under his bed? 

Uh… what?

Virgil all but threw his suitcase to the side, pressing himself to the floor to try and get another glimpse at the little creature. “…must’ve been my imagination.” Virgil muttered, ignoring the way the outlet cover was still partially open as if to reveal a passageway. Outlet covers were just like that sometimes. Tiny people didn’t exist. 

Despite whatever he told himself, Virgil couldn’t get the image out of his head. Everywhere he went, his eyes kept wandering the walls, wondering if the fairy creature thing could be listening in at any moment. 

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Remus snuck up behind him, casually sipping on a juicebox.

Virgil jumped, looking guilty as he hit his head on the bottom of the dresser. “…nuthin’.” Virgil lied, cursing under his breath as he reappeared rubbing his head.

“If you’re looking for “nothing”, why are you hiding under the dresser?” Remus taunted.

“Everybody’s looking for something.” Roman argued, for once in agreement with his twin. Curse them for ganging up on Virgil. “For example, I’m looking for the lipstick that suspiciously went missing after someone was digging through my room.”

Remus only grinned at the look of suspicion he got. “I ate it.” He said triumphantly.

Aaaaand just like that the two were at each other’s throats again, Virgil having to intervene before blood was spilt on the living room floor. 

From then on, Virgil tried to be more stealthy about searching, knowing that he looked like an idiot. He also didn’t want to scare off the tiny person by being too forward, but then again break wouldn’t last forever. Virgil needed answers and he needed them now.

“…okay.” Virgil sighed, feeling silly talking to himself. It was late at night, when everyone else was asleep. Maybe the tiny wall person was too, but Virgil felt a little too ridiculous to do this during the day. “So, um, I know you’re there. Er, you were there. Are you still there? I- I mean the uh, the tiny… person? Sorry, I don’t have a better term for a whatever-you-are, I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just, whelp, just ignorant, I guess.”

Yup, he was definitely stupid. He almost hoped they weren’t listening in just now.

“You really have no clue who I am?”

Virgil froze, never expecting to get so far as a response. It was quiet, so quiet he thought he could have just imagined it. And then there was the question itself- why did it fill him with such anxiety? Was he supposed to know?

“…no?” Virgil admitted. “I’m sorry if that, I dunno, upsets you? I’m not really great with people skills. As you might have been able to tell, based on the way I was sorta…stalking you. Sorry about that. And sorry for bringing that up if you didn’t already know. I should…probably just shut up, huh?”

“Please don’t!” The mysterious voice sounded more hasty this time, clearly wanting to keep talking. “I’ve been waiting to get to know you since the moment I first saw you.”

“That’s… ominous.” Virgil decided, even if he had felt the same way. Virgil received a giggle in response, and he glanced around the room to try and pinpoint the noise. “But I guess I did too. Wanted to know you, I mean. How long have you lived here?”

“Not long.” Disembodied voice replied. “I actually almost left because of the younger ones, quite dangerous they are,-” As if Virgil needed more reasons to kill his brothers- “But you… you’re different. I can just tell, I guess.”

“Yeah, well, don’t use me as an example.” Virgil shrugged. “I wasn’t a good child either.”

“I don’t believe that.” The tiny person decided.

“What, you really have to destroy my edgy persona so fast?” Virgil teased. “Building up walls is kind of my thing.”

“Well it doesn’t have to be.” 

There was silence for a moment, Virgil shifting awkwardly. He didn’t know how to respond to that, but more worryingly he didn’t know how his new- friend?- would react to his next request.

“Could you please come out?” Virgil just came out and said it, like ripping off a band-aid. More silence greeted his question, and Virgil tried not to let his heart sink like a rock. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“I- I know.” The voice said, though it still sounded nervous. Virgil thought they had good reason to be; after all, how could they possibly know that Virgil wouldn’t hurt them? 

There was another awkward pause, and Virgil was just about to assure the visitor they didn’t need to reveal themselves when a quiet shuffling caught his attention. Virgil turned, eyes widening at the figure no bigger than his hand emerging on his dresser. It was a small man, all dressed in sky blue and adorned with a pair of lenses that were barely hanging onto the edge of his nose. The little guy fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, letting out a puff of air to blow some of his sandy-brown locks out of his face. 

“Wow.” Virgil said, realizing that the guy was probably waiting for a response. “You’re so…cute.”

Instantly Virgil felt his cheeks flush, not having meant to say that out loud. Thankfully, the little didn’t seem to take offense, instead letting out a laugh that helped release the tension in the air.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teased, turning Virgil’s cheeks redder than before. 

“Sorry, it just…slipped out.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m uh, I’m Virgil.” 

“Patton.” The tiny figure replied. Patton hesitated for a moment, before holding his hand out for a shake. Tentatively, Virgil reached out and gave Patton’s delicate hand a polite touch.

The second contact was made, both figures let out a yelp, jumping away as a spark leapt between them. Virgil watched the little light fly up, a pale yellow shimmering into existence before fading out. 

“Oh my god, this is terrible.” Virgil decided, trying to remember what the hell yellow represented on the all-illusive chart. Virgil was never very informed about this stuff; frankly, he thought it was all just a myth.

“It…it is?” Patton looked uncertain, and now Virgil really felt like an ass.

“My soulmate knows where I live.” Virgil shook his head. “It was a…poor attempt at humor. Oh my god, you must have seen me do so much embarrassing shit-”

“Language!” Patton immediately scolded.

“Shit, sorry, ah, goddamnit, shit, FUCK!” Virgil’s cursing only seemed to get worse as he tried to stop. He grimaced. “I’ll…I’ll work on that.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” Patton gave him a shy grin. “And um, guess I know now why I actually wanted to meet you. That’s really not something we’re supposed to do- I mean, who would ever imagine a human bonding with a lil’ ol’ borrower like me?”

Virgil blinked. “What’s a borrower?”

Patton blinked right back. “This is going to be a long night.” He declared, settling in and hopefully getting ready to tell Virgil the tale of what he was and how he came to be living in the walls.

Hopefully, that wouldn’t be for much longer. Virgil would hate if something were to happen to Patton because of his brothers, and bond or no bond Virgil already wanted to help Patton however he could, even if Patton seemed to be doing alright on his own. Would Patton want to come back with him to college? That might be safest, but he wouldn’t force it on Patton. Oh shoot, Virgil hadn’t even considered the possibility of Patton already living with other borrowers. Could Virgil convince them to come? But how many could there be? Would that even be safe to move so many? 

“-Virgil?” Patton’s voice cut him out of his own thoughts. “I think I lost ya for a sec there, kiddo.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” Virgil apologized. “Just… trying to figure out what this all means.”

“What do you mean?” Patton frowned. “You think it was a fluke?”

“No, no no!” Virgil hastily assured him. He didn’t want Patton thinking Virgil was looking down on him for his stature, or saying that made him any less of a soul mate. “I’m just- okay, thing you’re gonna learn about me, I have a habit of worrying about everything. And it just so happens that I’m already well on my way to doing that about all of this.”

“Okay, let’s just take things slow.” Patton put out his hands as if easing a frightened horse. “Get through as much as we can tonight, and figure it out from there. Okay?”

“…okay.” Virgil agreed uneasily, but knowing in his heart he had to trust Patton if whatever-this-was could ever work.

[scamanderishredmayniac]

Oops! I was supposed to do some writing on my fanfic & ended ul spending an hour or so trying to get the wording right on that blog piece on odd facts. 😬 Eek! I have one more chapter to write, & yet it’s taking sooo long. This has got to be the longest gap between posting any chapter at all. I’ll reward those still sticking around with two juicy chapters knstead then. I really need to do this & finish thsg book. Eeeekkk!!! Can’t do any writing now, it’s 3am!! Oh dear! Another weekend wasted! Lol!

[cuppysaurus-rex]

Penny Dreadful Rewatch: S2 Ep7 "Little Scorpion"

I straight up remember when I first watched this episode thinking "oh hey it isn't gonna be intense and dreary and such". Hell, they had shooting and dancing lessons. It was charming. Then the douche king appears on his horse, being a massive cunt. Vanessa got understandably irked, and tbh, I would have hexed the duck too. Sure I get why Ethan got mad that she did it, but he has to let her learn on her own. Also, Victor should have gone out with Lily knstead...maybe she wouldn't have....choked that poor chump in his bed.

[tracytvrnblad]

11:24am

i'm only 20 and my hellbrain is at a point where i'm like??? no one will ever fall in love with me and it's really pissing me off because i unfortunately have a lot of time left on this mortal plane so i shouldn't be feeling that way but at the same time?????? i just keep picturing romantic evenings and knowing they'll never happen

[forgottnpast-archive-blog]

i remember the throne room it was big and empty and dusty i remembering going in there as a kid and feeling like suffocating i was terrified because one day i would have to throw away my life to sit on the throne i never wanted to be king

[shadymultiverse]

Its really hard to not fucking reach out for validation. I know i wont get it and i knwo thathg litteraly everyone who spoke to me these past couple of days will not get what im trying to say anyway.

The gardest part is that I tried ti acknowledge them and to validate their feelings. I felt like they all made some valid points. I was obly hitting up my one friend when i needed aomething, but prior to getting to that point i tried to be a real friend to her. I really thought we had something real. She completely disproved all of that though. Leading with "i know we arent good friends" i guess we werent really.

When i was suicidal I didnt feel like I could confide in her. I didnt feel like they would care or understand. I hadd tried to tell them i wasnt ok but they just... disregarded the emotions. Every time i tried to talk they walked away from the conversation. If it got heavy at all they didnt want to have it.

So I jsut stopped trying.

I guess i dok nt really know how to be a friend to someone. She said you were always kind but thats not a friendship. I thought thats exactly what a friendship is. Your kind to each other, you laugh with each other and you seek each other out over other people because you like each other. I dont aprticularly like people. I cant spend much time with anyone or i get overwhelmed with all of their emotional bullshit, but i try to be as good a friend as i can.

But really... i dont want friends. Ive never had them for any amount of time. Ive never had anyone that ever wanted to stick around for more than a year or two.

Up until tuesday I had four exceptions to that reality.

Now i just have one.

I think its funny that she looked over my other friends shoulder saw her name and just fucking ran with it. I wasumping her into a category but she decide di was talking dhit about her behind her back. I think thats such a fucking childish notion.

Soemthing shes super fucking agressive about but i happen to know she does all the time. And whats even funnier... I wasmt tlaking shit. God. I just hate that its considered that to ever even mention anothe rperson i must be a shit talker.

Is it shit talking when jts truth? When its just mentioning someone? When its barely even a thing? She just fucking took off with it and fucking ran away

She shamed me as well. And she doubted me

If you were suicidal....

Not if, nah, i was suicidal.

Verything about this stupidity is in the phrasing. If i was suicidal. The fact thay i didnt like you game didnt mean that i didnt like you. No it qas all in the way that you went about telling me how much you ficning hated it. The entire time we playe dit. You fucking belitted and put it down. You treated thw game like it was the biggest waste of your time.

Im sorry that i tried to do somethi g fun instead of fucking sitting in a tiny ass room getting fucking wasted.

I think its important to be realistic about what and who upset you. Which is why i said you and her when speaming to my first friend about all of this.

What frustraits me the most is that Chanda assaulted me verbally so quicy and entirely that i didnt even get to rpocess what i had said to aubrey or what she had responded with. It became a out Chanda and the chip on her shoulder.

I realky dont want to talk to her again but i also hate the way that it was left. The totality of how little she acknowledged my pain.

Nd yet i know i hit a lot of nerves. I have to remember thag. I hit nerves and thats why she blew up the way she did. It was really clear by how agressive and falsely nice she was being from begining to end. It was clear to me that she was absolitely fucking furious with me. I dont think it qas so much with me but her own inability to acknowledge her fualta.

No one wants to think that them spending 3 hours belittling a game is going to damage someones fucking heart as much as it can. When something is am extension of yourself and someone steps all over it its fucking hard to feel anything except stupid for trying to include anyone in your stuff.

And when every time you end up hanging out with someone its only because you reached out to them, you took the time to talk to them. Or they happened to be soemwhere you ended up. They never try so of course you focus on what you can get from them instead of what you can give them. When your already doing everything you can...

I see it all over the place in my world. Ive got so few people that actually reach out. Just the one, really. She texts me i text her, we call each other. Sometimes we go weeks without talking but it doesnt bother me cuz i onow that shes busy or im busy or whatever.

Ive done three experiments with those other three friends to see how long it would take for them to message me first. Every time i ended up being the one to reach out.

When in a room together i tried to communicait and i tried to be open ut i meber felt heard. And clearly i wasnt because my feels came as a total shock when revealed.

I was the only person activy trying to be a friend. And maybe thats ebcause my biew of friendhaip amd their view of friendship are different from mine but these are new a bounderies that i am trying to fucning establishm bounderies so i dont feel used and ignored and otherwise mistrwated by my friends.

I want to feel ehard by them. I want to be able to have real conversatuons with them about anythjng and everything. I dont want to feel like they are belittling me about tje things i like. I want to get text messages like the ones i send. I want to have open and valuable communication. I want truat. I want people to understand the different between talking shit and establishing a pattern and getting advice.

I dont want to feel so cornered that i get viscious if they are someone i care about. I do not like that i have been pushed into being viscious thia week ebcause i like to be mean and when i release that person she takes ober and she is a truely cruel human being with mor egard for anyones emotiona. I like her because shes firm and shes realistic and shes gets shit done ut ahe also kind of scares me and she ruins my hard work....

Of courae if i would just let her take the reigns i might actually be out of my situation by now knstead of circling the suicidal drain off and on for the last 6 years....