#beanbag talkie time

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VEGETA FANS!!!! DOES ANYONE HAVE THE PICTURE OF VEGETA DRINKING A BEER

I can’t remember the context, I think it’s a panel from the super manga? Bulma is next to him and he CHUGGIN IT!!!

If you have it please help me find it 🫡 thank you my fellow Vegeta Lovers

[knjsagustd]

thunderwatch | jhs

But the door opens anyway.  Hobi is standing there.  His familiar heart shaped smile falls from his face upon seeing you.  You smile pathetically at him.  He strides over, sits on the table beside you and pulls you into a hug.

masterlist | playlist

→ Hoseok x Reader

→ w/c: 4.6k

→ summer camp au, established relationship, hurt/comfort

→ warnings: discussions of family illness, death and grief.

→ a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this fic.  it’s very close to my heart for a plethora of reasons.  there’s so much left for me in this setting that lives heartachingly vividly in my head so if you want more too please ask 💛💛

“Well.  That ruins tonight’s campfire,” Jin says, clapping his hands together, as the latest thunderwatch update ceases on the walkie talkie.  

You push yourself up from the beanbag you’re curled up on with Hobi - he groans as you accidentally use him as leverage.  Looking incredulously between Jin and the torrential rain that’s been going on and off since lunch, you laugh.

“Honey, because it wasn’t already?”

Not waiting for Jin’s reply, you slump back into Hobi’s open arms.  While you put your headphone back in, he adjusts his arm around you, and the two of you go back to watching The Society.  Across the room you can see Cara smiling at the sight while Jungkook rants about an airbnb or something.  She spent the first weeks of Camp listening to you and your massive crush on Hobi, she knows how happy you are right now.  When you say massive you mean massive, like ‘I’ve never felt like this before’, ‘I think we’re soulmates’ level massive.  It had you feeling like a fourteen year old with their first crush.  But now you can take solace in the fact Hobi was feeling the same.  And Yoongi was dealing far worse with his whining that Cara was with yours.

You hear footsteps coming and suddenly stop.  There’s a groan, a swooshing sound comes as they turn.  The slapping sound of their flip flops moves towards the kitchen.  You look up - you can already tell from Cara and Jungkook’s faces who it probably was.  Jungkook mouths ‘Hanna’ at your questioning eyebrow.  You roll your eyes before turning back to Hobi’s phone screen.

There’s another crash of thunder, accompanied by a louder groan from Jin.  Another thirty minutes added onto the Thunderwatch.  At least you’re all in Blum for this one - with wifi and fans.  Better than the Swim Shed or Geyer Gym.  Especially when Day Camp is there.  Only downside is that it means you’re not making it to dinner anytime soon.  The leftover snacks from Sunday’s all camp can only sustain you all so long.  Largely because unless it’s the cereal bars with chocolate chips that stuff is actively disgusting.  Actual sustenance will be needed.  Unless ice cream miraculously appears in the freezer as it does sometimes.  Then this bunch of young adults will gorge themselves on ice cream with excessive amounts of chocolate sauce and sprinkles to fill the hole.  Because that’s the responsible thing to do.

Once the episode is done you and Hobi just lie there, heads together and voices low.  You want to kiss him so bad, but PDA beyond this makes you both uncomfortable.  You’re just laying there, toying with his hair.  His fingers trace swirls into your thighs, the light touch drawing shivers from you.  You can see the small smile your reaction is giving him.  Taehyung comes over, asking if the two of you want to play cards.  You’re fairly sure you’re only being asked because you’re the only person in this building that knows how to properly shuffle cards - your dad taught you when the two of you were killing time before your grandmother's 90th birthday tea.  And also because the boys always beat you and they find it far too hilarious.  Besides, you’ve never had the reaction time for ERS.  You wave them off, saying you’re going to call your mum.  You catch Jungkook’s eyes following Tae as they walk to the back of the room.

“Join them,” you mouth at him.

“No.”

“Just Do It.” You try to mimic the Shia LaBeouf video as much as is possible when trying to be covert and laying down on a beanbag.  You’re fairly sure Jungkook gets your meaning.

Cara notices your silent conversation - another mark against your ability to be covert about meme references - and pushes Jungkook off the sofa.  You see her hiss something you can’t quite make out.  But Jungkook gives both of you the middle finger before going to join Hobi and Tae.

Pulling your own headphones out of your rucksack’s front pocket you leave to one of the ‘Skype Rooms’.  Though, the wifi in Blum is too shitty for skype.  Instead you’ve been making use of Whatsapp’s voice call feature.  Avoids the international fees - not that there’s any signal here in the arse end of New York - and the wifi is usually able to support it.  You sit on the table, your back pressed against the wall, because the chair is uncomfortable.  And you’re incapable of sitting on something properly.  Then you tap the call button.  Mum answers almost instantly.  Like she’s been waiting.

“Hey Mum,” you say.  You can already feel the lump forming in your throat.  Usually you can handle how much you miss your family but hearing them makes it harder.  The first few weeks were the hardest.  You were having trouble making contact, you were in a completely new place making completely new friends.  But you made it through.  Very much thanks to the rest of the lifeguard team.  Especially Jimin, who’s been like your brother at camp.  He was up in arms when he found out that Cara knew about your crush on Hobi before him.  

“Hi dear,” she sounds different to usual.  As if the check in text at lunch didn’t worry you enough.

“What’s up? And don’t lie so I stay at camp.”  You let out a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.  She sighs your name, feeding the heavy feeling that is taking root in the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t work yourself up -” because that doesn’t make you want to do it more - “but Granny is in hospital.”

“What?” Your blood runs cold.  That lump in your throat feels like it’s choking you.

“She’s been there for a few weeks and -”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” There’s anger mixing with the anxiety and aching sadness.

“We didn’t know at first.  And we didn’t want to worry you.”  

She’s so fucking calm.

“Well I’m worried.  What’s wrong with her?”

There’s a pause.

“Darling, she’s ninety, she had a fall.”  

There’s something Mum isn’t telling you.

“And?”

“She’s being moved to a care home, we’re going to see her at the end of the week.”

“Okay…?”

“Dear, according to Uncle John she isn’t doing well.”

You feel your heart hit the floor.

“She’s having trouble remembering things…”

And she’s dying.  That’s what mum isn’t saying.  You can’t breathe.  Mum’s still talking but you’re not listening.  Hot tears are rolling down your cheeks.  You aren’t sure when you started crying.

“I want to come home,” you cut mum off.  She just sighs.

“It’s a few more weeks.  Nothing’s going to change.”

“But-”

“No.”

You stay on the line, her talking you down, for a few more minutes.  Once you’ve said goodbye you just sit in the Skype room.  It’s a glorified closet, really.  But it’s private enough for you to cry.  So you sit there, choking down your tears.  There’s another crash of thunder.  You use it to disguise a loud strangled breath.  It doesn’t feel real.  That’s you’ve been on the other side of an ocean having the time of your life, while your grandmother dies.  It feels wrong.  You feel like a horrible person.  The reality sets in that you’ll never really know her.  The hard weight of guilt and regret settle in your gut.

Someone tries to open the door.  You push the chair you’re not using at it, calming you breath enough to call;

“Occupied.”

But the door opens anyway.  Hobi is standing there.  His familiar heart shaped smile falls from his face upon seeing you.  You smile pathetically at him.  He strides over, sits on the table beside you and pulls you into a hug.

“What’s wrong,” he says into your hair.  

And you try to push it down.  Shrug it off as homesickness.  But this is Hobi, he sees right through you.  So you tell him everything.  The tears come again.  This time, though, he’s there, rubbing your back and nuzzling into your shoulder.  Letting you know he’s there.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter once the tears stop.

Hobi looks at you sadly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

That alone makes you want to start crying again.  Goddamn him for being so understanding.  Sometimes you think he’s getting annoyed with you and your constant apologies.  You know it’s not true.  One afternoon when T - the waterfront director - had given you a precious period off together and you’d apologised for going off on a tangent about the lore of a video game you were explaining to him, he’d told you that he isn’t annoyed at you for apologising.  He’s annoyed at the people who made you think that you had to.  That your passion and enjoyment of things was something to be penitent for.  But even with that reminder sometimes you still have to push away the intrusive thoughts that you’re annoying, that your existence is something that requires an apology

“Thank you for listening.”  You burrow deeper into his chest.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

He tilts your head up and presses a soft kiss to your lips.  As he moves away you cup his cheeks and pull him back.  You don’t think you’ll ever tire of how he makes you feel.  Safe and wanted.  Like a fucking Taylor Swift song.

Once you pull apart Hobi places a light kiss on your forehead.  He pushes himself off the table and holds out a hand.

“C’mon,” he smiles.  “Cara’s trying to get everyone to watch Mamma Mia again.”

A wet laugh bubbles out of you.  You take his hand and he tugs you off the table.

You tuck your head into Hobi as you walk back into the main room - you don’t need all your friends to see your red rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks.  He replies with a press of his lips to your crown, using the arm slung around your shoulder to hug you closer.  You collapse onto the sofa between Cara and Hanna.  You ignore Hanna’s huff in favour of turning to Cara.

“Mamma Mia,” you say by way of greeting.  She smiles, placing her feet on your lap.  You lean back into Hobi as she presses play.

It’s easy to forget everything at home when you’re watching Amanda Seyfried and Meryl Streep dance around a Greek Island singing ABBA.  Especially when you're pressed into Hobi’s warmth.  His arms are wrapped around you, drawing circles into the skin that’s been revealed by your t-shirt riding up.  You get sucked into it.  Singing along far too passionately with Cara.  Telling Namjoon to shut up when he comes in complaining about the film choice, or questioning the realism of a musical.  You will never forgive him for putting on a Quentin Tarantino film.  Just before Dancing Queen Jungkook moves one of the bean bags so he’s sitting in front of you and Cara.  He pointedly ignores the two of you as Taehyung settles next to him on it.  If anything that spurs you on further.  You and Cara can barely look at him, or each other, without giggling.  Your hand drops from your lap to start playing with his hair.  He leans back into, bringing Taehyung with him with the arm that’s wrapped around the other boy’s shoulder.  

If there’s a lump in your throat during Super Trouper (because being sick and tired of everything in Glasgow hits just a bit too close to home and for some reason Super Trouper just affects you) you think you do a good job of hiding it.  Though Cara does give your hand  a squeeze.  So maybe you’re not as good at hiding things as you think you are.

During SOS - when Jimin is attacking Pierce Brosnan’s singing and you’re totally not laughing at how passionate he’s getting - Tyler arrives with a stack of pizzas from Brio’s.  You and Hobi claim a box for yourselves, thanking him profusely.  Outside the downpour is still going but you can’t remember the last strike of thunder.  Tyler tells you all that your evening duties have been cancelled as a result of the storm and if anyone wants a ride back to their cabin or the castle now is the time to ask him.  A couple people take him up on it.  Intent on getting an early night or some privacy - something that’s hard to come by during a session.  Most of you stay, it’s not often that you get a completely free evening during the week.  You definitely don’t cry into your pepperoni pizza during Slipping Through My Fingers.  The song normally gets you, and has since your were eight and saw the film in cinema, but today it’s got the added layer of your Grandmother and the relationship you’re never going to have with her.  If anyone notices they don’t say anything.  Hobi just holds you a little tighter.

The hours fade together.  Mamma Mia ends so Cara (who has not given up control of the remote) puts on Hairspray.  You enjoy it - you cry less.  But you can’t avoid the PTSD flashbacks you still get of the really shit production of it you did when you were like twelve.  Bad times, bad choices on the theatre group’s part considering there were no black people that attended.  Thankfully there was no black face - just suspension of disbelief.  During Hairspray, Namjoon successfully negotiates with Cara for the remote.  The deal is that Hairspray gets to play till the end and he doesn’t even look at a Tarantino film.  Another reason to love Cara, she hates Tarantino as much as you do.  At some point you fall asleep, nestled in Hobi’s warmth with Cara holding your hand.  Honestly you should have expected it.  You sleep on this sofa about as much as you sleep in your bed.  It’s a really comfortable sofa.

Someone is gently shaking you awake.  You don’t know how much time has passed.  You think you fell asleep around Without Love.  The sounds from the TV definitely aren’t Hairspray anymore.  You groan, burrowing your face deeper into Hobi, as you realise that someone has put on Stranger Things and it’s an episode you’ve seen what feels like a hundred times at this point.  Hobi’s laugh vibrates through you.  He pushes you off him, onto Cara who is also asleep, and stands up.  You look around a bit blearily, still half asleep.  Namjoon is sitting with the remote on his lap and Cara’s head on his shoulder.  Jungkook and Tae have disappeared - they were definitely there when Hairspray started because you were harmonising with Jungkook on Good Morning Baltimore - and the beanbag is back across the floor.  Hobi smiles at you, leaning over to take your hand.

“C’mon, you need to go to bed.  I’ll walk you,” he says.

“Nooooo,” you whine, even as Hobi pulls you into a standing position. “I can walk by myself, it’s fine.”

(It’s not fine, sometime in the past two months your fear of the dark has come back in full force.  Also you're fairly sure you saw a ghost at the bridge one time.)

“Baby, you can barely stand up.”  His fond smile has crept into his voice.  You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to laugh at you.

“I’ve had a long day,” you say defensively, crossing your arms like the overgrown toddler you become when exhausted.

“Exactly, so let me walk you back to the Castle.”  It sounds so simple and reasonable when he says it like that.  But in your tiredness-addled brain it still feels wrong.

“But then you’ll have to walk, like the whole way across camp.”

“I can handle that.”

There’s no point arguing.  Normally you can best most people in an argument but not when you’re this tired.  Not when Hobi is offering to give you a piggyback to the Castle and you’re loath to refuse any excuse to hold him.  Not when he’s smiling at you like that.

So you sigh and nod, feigning intense reluctance.  Behind you Cara seems to have woken up enough to laugh at you.  As you walk away you flip her off over your shoulder.  A heartwarming peal of laughter rips through the room.  You’re so glad you decided to continue wearing your crocs after you got off lifeguarding duty today.  You’re too tired for laces.  Even seeing Hobi do his up makes you feel more tired.  Plus your crocs are a whole lot more comfortable than the trainers you’ve been wearing all summer that will definitely need thrown out when you get back home.  They are literally falling apart - but in their defense they were already four years old.  A couple of the horse camp girls are leaving at the same time as you.  You feel your cheeks flush as they say goodbye to Hobi in those sickly sweet voices you keep hearing them use towards him.  Like when you rotate with him at yellow chair and they’re all crowded around him trying to get his attention when he’s trying to make sure children don’t drown.  And you’re right there, but still invisible to them.  It’s the same now.  They don’t even acknowledge you as they obviously brush up against him to get their shoes and simper.  It makes your heart clench.   Even as Hobi brushes them off.  Like he always does. He doesn’t even look at them, just nods and keeps smiling up at you.  But you can’t help but have your moment of weakness.  The one you visited many times in the past whenever the beautiful American girls who get to spend their days in nice clothes (unlike you who has spent the past two months in bikinis, oversized t-shirts and athletic shorts with every flaw you’ve ever seen in yourself on show) start flirting with him.  It’s a place where you spiral about why he’s with you when half of the camp seems to fancy him.  Did you just get to him first and now he can’t stop it without looking like an arsehole?

Outside the world feels damp.  It’s cooler now, with the sun gone, but the humidity from the storm is still hanging in the air.  It never really leaves.  The wet heat is draining and sweaty.  You’re constantly exhausted, but that might just be the amount of work you’re doing.  In some ways, you’re kind of thankful for today's big storm. It meant you got a night off from your village.  Not that you used it very well by watching musicals on Netflix until the wee hours.  

Thankfully the horse camp staff sleep in Hayden, which is in the opposite direction of the Castle.  Once the girls have said their goodbyes, Hobi crouches a little bit so you can hop on his back.  You do it silently, nuzzling into him once you’re settled.  Even with him you’re going to observe your usual practice for walking to the Castle at night; eyes forward, nothing can get you if you don’t acknowledge it.  Because that is definitely how ghosts (and bears) work.  Hobi must feel how tense you are against his back.  His thumbs are stroking light circles into your thighs as he carries you across the bridge.

“You okay?” He asks, turning his head a little bit towards where yours is resting on his shoulder.

“Mmh,” you reply, burrowing down into his neck, shaking your head as you do so.

“Tired?”

“Yeah,” you breathe.  You exhale, screwing up your eyes as you remind yourself that communication is key and you really can’t deal with your self-doubt on top of your homesickness and dying Grandmother.  Taking a deep breath, which Hobi definitely feels, you continue, “why me? Like why are we together?”

You feel Hobi’s steps hesitate for a moment.  He turns his head, nodding as he digests your question.

“Is this because of Erin and the Horse camp staff?”

“A little, and Sylvie and the Tacoma staff, I’ve heard the Sacky girls talking about you too, and Hanna always looks like she has something to say.”

You don’t tell him how Cara told you that Hanna had a crush on Hobi too and has ranted in the past about how she doesn’t get why he picked you.  Cara learned early in the summer not to confront Hanna about all the shit she says.  These days the two of you and Jungkook mostly try to ignore her.  You don’t tell him that sometimes you agree with her.

Hobi is quiet for a moment, thinking.  You don’t know whether that’s a good thing or a bad.  He’s taking his time which means he’s taking this seriously.  Conversely, though, it means he doesn’t have an instant answer, leaving enough time for doubt to creep in.  Although doubting this boy is so fucking dumb, he’s literally carrying you to bed despite yours being on the otherside of camp to his.

“Babe,” he begins, “I don’t care about the Horse camp and Tacoma girls or fucking Hanna, I’ve liked you since our second week here.  You’re smart, funny, kind and really beautiful.  I’m going to keep reminding you of that and being here for you as long as you let me, sound good?”

You nod against his neck, unwilling to look at him right now.  Your cheeks are burning, you really don’t know how to handle the compliment.  This is definitely the wrong time to tell him you love him, right?  The two of you haven’t said it before.  Now, when you’re exhausted on his back and he’s just had to quell your doubts, is not the time.  But that doesn’t stop the realisation sweeping over you harder than ever before.  You’re going to say it soon.  It’s going to tumble out of you at a really inopportune moment.  Like when he passes you the chips at lunch, or rotates with you at the trampoline or something.  Those options would be more humiliating than right now.  But still, you bite your tongue, letting him carry you home.

Inside the Castle you refuse to walk - attempting to prolong this precious, semi-alone time.  You flick your crocs off and urge Hobi to carry you to your room.  He breathes out a laugh and complies.  The two of you flop down on your bed, it creaks under your combined weight.  None of the other girls are back yet.  Apart from maybe Zoe, who wasn’t in Blum when you left, but she’s erected a wall of towels and flags around her bed and is probably asleep if she’s in there.   You’re pressed together by virtue of the bed being barely big enough for one person normally.  Hobi reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“Stay,” you find yourself saying.  You didn’t plan to, the thought popped into your head and promptly tumbled out of you.  This is why you go to bed early.  Your filter disintegrates when you’re tired.  

Hobi smiles bittersweetly at you.  You know he’s going to say no, even though you both want him to say yes.  You don’t get to sleep together, in the literal sense, very often.  You squish together during holdovers, when the rules break down for two nights.  Hobi and the other activities team boys have been moved around so many times at this point that there’s always the chance for you two to get a night alone.  You pull the mattresses off the beds and pile them up to make a semi-comfortable double bed on the floor and curl together.  There’s also the ghost of New York as well, a memory you think you’re both clutching.  During second holdover the camp bussed all the international staff down to the city.  The whole lifeguard team, plus Lillie from ropes and Megan the yoga instructor, rented an airbnb out in Brooklyn.  As one of two couples on the team Hobi and you were able to claim a private bedroom instead of the communal one that had six weirdly small double beds.  It was a perfect trip, made more perfect by the fact you two were finally able to share a proper bed and have proper privacy.

Not like right now when you’re curled together on the two mattresses you’ve stacked on the bottom bunk of a rickety bunkbed and one of your roommates may or may not be on the other side of the room.  Now is definitely not a perfect moment.  But that just makes you want him beside you more.  You just want him to hold you while you fall asleep.  After the bomb your mum dropped on you, you are not looking forward to your dreams tonight.  Or just the prospect of going to sleep in general.  Hobi makes the guilt and anxiety stop coiling in your gut.  With him there you feel less like crying. Him and his sunshine soul that you’re going to sorely when this is all over in two weeks.

“I can’t,” he whispers back.  The hand that brushed your hair is still cupping your cheek, drawing soft patterns into your skin with his thumb.

You nod, there’s no point in pushing the issue.  He isn’t going to stay and it’s for the best.  If any of the directors found out you two would get a lot of shit.  Your roommates are going to come back and you’d never hear the end of it if they saw him here.  Besides, you have to be at waterfront at half eight tomorrow - you need a good night's sleep.  Something neither of you are going to get if you’re squished on this bed.

“I know,” you sigh.  “I wish you could though.”

Hobi smiles.  Not the ten thousand watt one that you see everyday as he dances around the beach somehow managing to have endless fun with the kids and counselors while still doing his job.  The small, quiet one he saves just for you.  And Yoongi, but that’s not important. You still think of it as your smile.  You wonder sometimes if the ex he’s mentioned in the past received it too.  Not very often though - you don’t dwell on the fact he’s been your first everything and you aren’t his, it doesn’t matter when it’s you two now.  No matter how many times you’ve seen it in the last three months it still sparks up the same butterflies from the first time.

“I do too.”  He leans in and brings you into a kiss.  It’s soft and heart-melting in the best way.  “You should go to bed, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You wonder if he hears the unsaid ‘I love you’ as loudly as you do.  Maybe he does, if the way the smile fades for a second and he places a light kiss on your forehead is anything to go by.  Then he rolls himself off your bed.  Hobi crouches for a second to look you in the eyes before he leaves.

“You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, you’re going to be fine,” he says, squeezing your hand briefly.

You nod, squeezing back.  Then he lets you go and leaves.  The closes behind him and you roll on your back, staring at the chains that are the only thing stopping Vanessa from landing on top of you in the night.  Any warmth or lightness you felt seems to have been sucked from the room at his departure.  You can feel yourself sinking into the mattress.  Pushed down the weight of the day.

“Yous two are tae fucking cute.”  Zoe’s broad falkirk accent makes you jump.  You turn your head and see her holding back the flag that usual obscures her from view.

“You couldn’t have said you were there?!” You can feel yourself going red at the thought of what she just listened to.

“Nah, s’funnier this way.”

“Fucking christ Zo.”

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Colorful Stranger

@grotesquegabby

As you requested, some Alexander busting in lol X3

@post-itpenny Because some of yours are in this as well

Anyways, I hope everything is correct uwu Especially since this is like my second time writing for Alexander 

Heck, I hope it’s entertaining 

All was at peace with everybody, the day rather calm and in fact lazy for those.

Inside a former observatory was Cosmos and Vespers’ little family, a guest currently visiting as he resided in one of the extra rooms. This guest was no doubt Atlas, and he lay in bed while he read a book with his walkie talkie beside him.

As he flipped through the pages of his book, he heard a static-like sound come from the walkie talkie before a voice sounded.

“Atlas?”

The boy immediately picked up the walkie talkie and pressed its button before speaking into it.

“Ula?”

“Yeup! Are you at my uncles’ house?”

“Yeah! I was just reading some stuff ‘cause I’m a little bored right now. Where are you at?”

“My mother is in a meeting right now, so I’m in my playroom with-” Ula’s voice was then cut off by a static sound, Atlas lightly hitting the walkie talkie that was most likely just acting up. He could hear Ula but didn’t understand her due to all the buzzing and such.

“Ula?”

“Kiddo!”

“What?” Atlas made a weird face as a voice was now heard, even staring at his walkie talking in bewilderment before a laugh followed soon after. That sure was not Ula.

“Hello?” Atlas tapped the walkie talkie, right before from the side of the bed somebody popped up resulting in Atlas to fall onto his back with a scream.

“Whoa there! My bad!” Atlas heard as he sat up, now staring at a colorful figure he recognized as Jeff and Bubbles’ other uncle.

“Alex?”

“You know it!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I just came to drop into your crib and say, yo. So, yo!” Alexander grinned as he kneeled in front of the bed with his arms now propped on it. “But also-”

“Atlas!” somebody shouted before the bedroom door swung open, revealing a shirtless Cosmos who had no doubt come in a panic after having Atlas scream. Right behind him stood Vespers, still cradling Phoebe as she slept and sucked on her thumb.

“Whoa, haha! What up dawg?” Alex made finger guns at Cosmos who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, then turning to Vespers.

“This isn’t another one of your relatives, is it?” he asked before Vespers gave him a look. “Yeah, they’re too monochrome to dress that way.”

“You’re Pepper’s bro, right?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Cosmos, this is Alex.” Atlas presented with a bit of a smile, speaking quietly as Alexander now turned to him. “He’s, Belinda’s brother.”

“Oh, so you’re Alexander.”

“Alexander Calamity my dude!” the 90’s clown now stood up as he motioned to himself. “Just came here to drop off some things and give a yo to all of you!”

“Yo…?”

“Gifts?” Vespers raised an eyebrow in confusion before slightly jumping back as Alexander now stood in front of him with a big smile, how or when did that happen?

“First off, congrats on the little bug!~” Alexander wiggled a finger at the now awake baby before Cosmos stepped in between him and Vespers with a growl. “No need to wig out dude! Just wanted to give her this is all.~”

The pair saw as the clown reached into his jacket, pulling out what was basically a tablet with a small remote control. He handed them over to Cosmos who stared at it for a while, this reminding him very well of another gift he has discarded of after a certain event.

“Don’t worry dude, it’s not gonna bite, just a little something for the little bug that I know she’ll love as she grows up.” Alexander then turned on his heel to go back to Atlas who stared at him silently. “And for you, have I got this!”

Before Atlas was presented a box with books, Atlas carefully pulling one out before he gave a soft but excited gasp.

“Planets! Thank you!

“And from outside of the solar system!” Alexander handed the deer clown the box before approaching the open window. “Well speaking of outside, gotta bounce!”

And with that, the clown threw himself out the window as everybody stared, all but Cosmos blinking a few times.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Cosmos!”

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“That’s so weird.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t hear Atlas.”

“Did the battery die out?”

“Maybe you just broke it like you break everything else.” somebody stated before blowing a raspberry. It was a room that was filled with plenty of children, all spread around in certain areas.

“Are you sure you aren’t talking about yourself Bubbles?”

“She’s right Bubs.” came Jeff’s voice as he sat on a bean bag that was right next to another where his sister sat. “You did break dad’s-”

“Jeff! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Bubbles exclaimed at her brother who shrunk down a bit. “Besides, I didn’t break daddy’s mug. It fell on accident.”

“Anyways, I think I’m gonna go out to look for some batteries.” now Ula spoke as she stood up from the little chair she sat on, having been sitting across from Ama as a table was in between them. They had been having a tea party after all, even Davey and the axolotls having joined in.

“I’ll go with you.” Ama stood up before Mana barked, standing up from his own bean bag and wagging his tail.

“You can also come.” Ula pet his head before doing so to Kala. “And you can rest.”

Kala leaned into Ula’s hand before snuggling up with Davey who was laying on the bean bag with her, fast asleep as Kala made it her duty to protect him, as well as the twins and their little brother. Meanwhile, Mana and the girls now made their way through the large room before opening the door and walking out, but not before Ula poked her head in.

“Don’t make a mess in my room.” 

“Don’t make a mess in my room.” Bubbles mocked after Ula had shut the door behind her, the twin looking back down at her younger brother who had been sitting on her lap. “ As if we’ll make a mess, right Benji? Golly, you’re getting so big!”

“You’re almost as big as us!” Jeff nodded before poking his brother’s cheek, Benjamin turning to look at him as he continued to suck on his pacifier. “Do you think he’ll be taller than us?”

“No way! We’re gonna be taller obviously.” Bubbles giggled to herself before patting Benjamin’s head, but he gently moved her hand away before turning his head. “What is it?”

“I feel like something’s about to happen.” Jeff tapped his chin before everybody turned to look at the door, hearing as its knob startled to jiggle around. “They’re back that fast?”

“Yoooo!” they all heard as the door swung open, the twins gasping loudly as Kala stood up and made sure to stand in front of Davey, squinting at the new guest.

“Uncle!” Jeff and Bubbles exclaimed with pure joy, running up to Alexander who stood in the open doorway with his usual toothy grin, kneeling down to hug them both as well as Benjamin who was in Bubbles’ arms.

“What’s the dillio?” Alexander asked before taking Benjamin in his arms, hugging him as the child embraced him as well.

“Daddy’s in the office with Auntie Jelly and the bird lady.” Bubbles told him before she and Jeff pulled away from Alexander.

“What are you doing here?” Jeff asked as he tilted his head, Alexander placing Benjamin on the floor for just a moment as he reached into his pocket, taking out some items.

“I come bearing gifts for all of you!” Alexander announced before scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, where your friends at?”

“Who?”

“The blonde one and Billy’s kid.”

“Went to get some batteries.” Bubbles shrugged, then smiling again as she took her respective gift with a loud gasp. “Chocolate cupcakes!”

“And chocolate doughnuts!” Jeff grinned as his gift.

“Oh yeah, and they’ve got lots of chocolate in ‘em just how you guys love it.~”

“Thank you Uncle!” the twins exclaimed before they plopped down on some beanbags, already starting to eat their treats. Oooh Belinda was gonna have a word with her brother later.

“We’re back.”

“We didn’t find the-” everybody turned to the door which opened to reveal Ama, Ula, and Mana coming in, all stopping as they now stared at Alexander with wide, surprised eyes. “-batteries.”

“Wha- who is this!?”

“Stranger!” Ama pointed at Alexander who grinned at the girls, then ducking as something pierced the air and nearly his forehead. 

“That was bunk.” Alexander commented as he moved away from the wall and turned to look at it, seeing as a knife was now dug in it. However, he saw as the wiggled before flying in the direction from where it came from, Alexander realizing that the blonde girl had thrown it as it landed back in her hand. She now prepared herself to throw the knife again until Ama intervened.

“Wait!” she exclaimed as she now stood in front of Ula who gave her a look of confusion. “It’s you!”

“It’s me!” Alexander exclaimed with jazz hands before Ula placed a hand on Ama’s shoulder.

“Who is he?” Ula glared at the clown who now had Jeff and Bubbles cling onto each of his legs.

“He’s our uncle!” Jeff smiled as he hugged Alexander’s leg.

“And I’ve seen him a few times.” Ama chipped in before petting Ula’s hand. “He’s cool.”

Ula’s eyes darted back to Alexander who nodded and gave her a thumbs up, then approaching her and Ama as the twins giggled to themselves while on his legs.

“I’ve heard of you! You’re a tiny, cool cat!”

“What?”

“He’s just saying he thinks you’re cool, duh.” Bubbles stuck her tongue out at Ula who returned the action, though she immediately looked back at Alexander with a squint.

“Yeah! You’re a brave one and I gotta say I respect that.” Alexander nodded before he placed Benjamin down on a beanbag. “Anyways, I just wanted to meet you all and give you stuff!

“Stuff?”

“Gifts?” Ama perked up as Ula gave her a weird look, clearly still not trusting the whole situation.

“Gifts!” the twins exclaimed in unison before Alexander presented a witch hat as well as some special shades, handing them to Ama who happily took the items. In an instant, she put on the hat as well as shades.

“Ula, look!”

“I can see Ama, they look pretty cool.” Ula nodded before looking at the clown again.

“Don’t think I forgot about you!” Alexander  then went over to Ula who backed up just a bit, hand clutching onto her knife before seeing as Alexander reached into his pocket to take out a small box.

“A box? Really?” Ula gave him a look before he gave a laugh. “I appreciate the gesture but I can ask my mother for one of these.”

“Open it up.” Alexander motioned before Ula hesitantly brought her free hand up, even bringing her knife close just in case anything were to happen.

Ula lifted the box’s lid to peek inside, seeing a rather large pumpkin pendant on a chain, clearly a necklace.

“It’s pretty.” Ula admitted as she now accepted it, her knife now turning back into a pearl that she tucked into her skirt pocket. “Thanks.”

“There’s something else! Tap it.” Alexander pointed to the pumpkin, Ula doing as she was told before two lights were seen on the pumpkin, opening up like carved eyes before a mouth followed with a ‘Boo!’, prompting Ula to jump back in surprise. “You’ve got a tiny homie of your own for whenever you’re feeling lonely.”

Before Ula was able to reply to Alexander, they all heard as the door opened and in came three adults, two which Alexander recognized very well.

“Alex?”

“Peps!”

“Alexander?”

“Red!~”

“Who is this?” asked the third adult, Ula soon running to her as she held up her new gift.

“Mommy! Look!”

“Ula, who is-”

“Jonesy, this is Alexander.” Pepper gave a nervous smile as his sister suspiciously eyed the colorful clown. “Belinda’s brother.”

“Brother?”

“Mom, mom!” Ula tugged on Jelly’s dress, making her look down at her daughter who showed her the pumpkin. “This silly man just gave me this cool necklace!”

“Necklace? What?” Jelly took the box while walking over to where Kala continued guarding the sleeping Davey, Jelly picking him up as Kala sat beside her. “What is he doing here?”

“Meeting everyone of course!” Alexander stepped over to Jelly who backed away from him. “Hey, no harm intended here chica. The name’s Alexander Calamity.~”

“Jelly, he’s...alright.” Maggie approached her best friend, slightly hesitant as she said that. “I’ve, uh, met him before.”

“And he’s my brother in law!” Pepper nodded as he stood beside Alexander. “He’s really great Jells, he always likes to hang out with the kids and thinks I’m cool. Right?”

“Hella.” Alexander nodded, even motioning to the twins who were still wrapped around his legs. 

Jelly stared at him for a few moments before seeing Ula walk up to her with a smile.

“I trust him mommy.” she told her mother. “He gave me a new friend and has a nice aura.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Jelly eyed Alexander again as she read him, not sure what to think of him.

“Give him a chance mommy, please?” Ula tugged at Jelly’s dress again before Jelly sighed.

“Alright, alright...maybe I just overreacted.”

“It’s the hormones.” Maggie shrugged with a smile.

“Word.” Alexander shrugged as Jelly muttered out an apology. “It’s aiight.”

“Oh goodie!” Ula exclaimed before running towards Alexander, even jumping up and landing in his arms as he caught her.

“Ula! Get off!” Bubbles yelled at her cousin as she unwrapped herself from Alexander’s leg. “That’s my uncle not yours!”

“Too bad, too sad. My uncle now.”

[raymondsecurityadventures]

Security Everywhere 1

Sitting in the main library @ UNSW; little sick of reading about the Deepwater Horizon case so I'm just gonna go ahead and write my first Security Everywhere blog entry. In this blog, I'll be quickly introducing the obvious security mechanisms of the main library and realistic methods of breaching a couple of these mechanisms to gain unauthorised access to the upper floors after-hours.

In the main library on the Kensington campus, there are your very typical theft and illegal entry deterrents; hourly security guard patrols, ID scanning doors, security cameras, shutter doors closing off day floors,  motion sensors, notes being left around with a bold image of a big brother style eye and the words 'THIEVES ARE EVERYWHERE'. 

Other more interesting mechanisms include: 

- Fixed windows and secured, thick window frames. They’re nailed shut and seem to be made of aluminium. Uninteresting I know, but I find it curious how many used to be able to be opened. 

- Sticky tape to secure a doorknob in place so that it could not be turned, preventing opening of said door. Very effective 

Needless to say, library security is fairly minimal compared to some other buildings on campus and it would be fairly easy for an intruder to breach the above security mechanisms to gain unauthorised access to the upper floors. 

First method comes to mind is simply to enter the upper floors in library hours and not leaving. However, this is easier said than done as there are thorough-ish security sweeps done at closing time and these upper floors are quite open meaning there are little to no places one can hide out. Which would force us to be a little creative in how we approach this method...

Method 1: Hiding in Bean Bags

Difficulty: Easy

Social Engineering: Zero

Cost: A lot of time and 20 dollars if you're too big

There are large beanbags on floors 3 and 7. If you are small enough to fit inside one, then you could simply (discreetly) unzip the beanbag, remove some of its stuffing and hide out there. If you aren't, bring your own beanbag and hide in that.

Other more difficult variations include: opening up some of the couches and hiding in those, removing an overhead panel, hiding amongst the wires, hiding in a janitorial cart.

Method 2: Imitating/Becoming Authority/Janitorial Staff

Difficulty: Very Hard

Social Engineering: Depends on the method you use but on average - Very High

Cost: Cost of a security guard uniform, fake keycard and even more time

I'd imagine it'd be quite difficult to actually imitate a security guard, as most of them are assigned access keys which would be pretty difficult to replicate. However, one could simply steal one though I'd have to imagine they have methods of remotely disabling stolen keys, once it was discovered stolen.

Easiest method would be to dress up, pretend to be a guard on their first day or something wearing the uniform with a fake badge and walkie talkie comms to match. And simply walk around at around closing time, chat to the other guards and generally fit in and then wander off into a bathroom and wait.

One could also pretend to be a janitor, although it might be awkward when you run into the assigned janitor of the floor.

[renn-harel]

Totes’ Fictional Character of the Day

Reynard from Become the Beast by @talkingtomyselfagain

Listen, months and months ago I was reading Coffee Shops for the first time and decided that even if he never showed up again, the Decomposing Beanbag Kid who lives off of coffee and his parent’s disappointment would be my favorite character in the entire series.

Rey did come back and now he’s a sassy, foxy trickster and one of Sam’s best friends and shit, Talky, it takes talent to make someone like him so kudos.

Also, Rey is my fictional boyfriend. Y’all can fight me.

[47pictures]

“Sedona”

Road trips were always fun, even if I didn’t get to go on a lot of them. I was invited to tag along for a visit to Sedona, Arizona, along with three other people - my younger sister Janice (19), Kenneth (25), and Matt (27). I was 23-years-old and a recent college graduate. For now, there was a little free time while I applied and waited to hear back from several employers.

Kenneth and Matt were doing this for their new ‘horror’ podcast, where they covered a variety of creepy, unexplained stories and phenomena around the world. Typical things you’d expect from an amateur horror podcaster. Several of the listeners recommended they cover the topic of certain ‘hot spots’ or zones that seem to harbor paranormal and downright strange activity. So to suffice, they decided to pay the city of Sedona a visit themselves, since they were adventurous like that.

The area had a reputation for being what’s known as a ‘spiritual vortex,’ a zone where people seem to be at a sense of peace, calming, and thought to bring healing capabilities to whoever stands in it long enough.

So why use it as the topic of a horror podcast? Well, it’s also known to be the sightings of many UFOs and other paranormal events from time to time that can’t quite be explained. Supposedly, there are other ‘zones’ like this in the world. Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. Taos, New Mexico. Aokigahara forest in Japan. The Bermuda Triangle. They all have the same thing in common.

Energy. Lots of peculiar energy compared to the rest of the world. Matt and Kenneth, being the urban explorers that they were, wanted to nosedive right into the heart of Sedona’s vortexes. The main one we planned on hitting first was Bell Rock, a large butte with one helluva peak that gives a panoramic view to die for.

Usually, I’d say fuck no to things like this, but then Janice agreed to tag along. As a matter of fact, she agreed without hesitation, as she was more adventurous than I was, always getting into things, in both a good and bad way. She also got into more trouble than I did. It was just me and her growing up, and you can imagine how much blame I’d get for when something unfortunate would happen to her. She was 100-percent on board, and even wanted to hike some of the trails with the two guys while she insisted I could stay in the van if I wanted.

Nope.

I knew Kenneth and Matt well enough to assume they were good people, truly, but older sibling instincts refused to let her go by herself with two older men. Even if I was overthinking it, that just wasn’t something I could afford to risk.

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I knew of van dwellers and people who’d put a lot of effort into making their home on wheels look and feel like an actual home, but damn, Matt and Kenneth weren’t playing around. It was a high-top conversion van with more room than you’d expect from the outside looking in.

They fit a couch, beanbag, tabletop and chair, computer, mini-fridge, sink, mini-oven, and stovetop all in such a compact yet roomy living space. It was also decorated with various stickers and posters, and the floral pattern curtains paired nicely with the brown wooden interior of the walls.

What really set the mood, though, were the strands of LED lights taped around the corners and along the walls, each circuit lit in a combination of colors ranging from red, blue, green, and yellow, making it look like Christmas.

Janice and I were inside the back, sorting through our things and getting settled in.

“I’m glad you decided to come along,” she mentioned.

“What, you thought I was just gonna let you go by yourself?” I remarked.

“You know I’m an adult now, right?”

“Yes, and you’re still naive.”

She rolled her eyes at me.

“Think about it, me leaving you with two grown men?” I added.

“Um, have you seen the two of them?” Janice retorted. “Like, I’m just saying, I think even you could take them by yourself. Hell, even Mama could.”

“That’s because Mama can actually fight.”

“I can fight,” she argued, sounding offended.

“Eh, you talk a good talk.”

She scoffed. “Whatever, you know I can scrap when I need to.”

“Suuure.”

She hit me on the shoulder, as I teasingly smiled.

Then Kenneth came into the back where we were.

“Got everything?” he asked both of us.

“Yeah, think so,” Janice said.

“Sorry there’s not another bed for you to sleep in, Joe,” he said to me.

“Oh that’s okay, Janice will be perfectly fine on the beanbag in the corner,” I dryly humored.

“Ha-ha,” she remarked.

In one hand, Kenneth held two walkie-talkies by their antennas and raised them.

“Brought some two-way radios, just ‘cause,” said. “In case we feel like playing around or testing other points at the summit and other spots.”

“Ooh, sounds fun,” Janice sounded pleased. She then took note of the thing in his other hand. “What’s that?”

“Oh, this?” Kenneth said, raising the device for us to see.

It was a small wooden contraption in the shape of a triangle and what looked like a gemstone tied to the end of a string.

“It’s a pendulum,” he noted.

“What’s it for?” she asked.

He then walked over to the tabletop and placed the pendulum on its legs to stand freely, as the gemstone now began to swivel left and right on a single axis from the string.

“Well,” he started, “They say when you’re near a site that’s full of paranormal or high amounts of energy, the pendulum’s supposed to swing nearer in that direction or whatever.”

“Who’s they?” Janice remarked.

Kenneth looked at her then shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said frankly.

Janice laughed amusedly.

“Apparently, that’s what it does,” Kenneth went on.

“What kind of rock is that?” she pointed.

“Oh, that’s amethyst. Supposedly it wards off bad spirits, so, you know, probably a good idea to have it around while we’re camping out there.”

“I thought the vortexes harbor good energy only?”

“They do, but, you never know.”

You never know…

“Oh that’s okay,” Janice said as she clasped her hands on my shoulder. “Joe here will protect us, because our grandmother said he’s special,” she said in a mocking tone and a big smile.

Janice then walked out of the van.

“O… kay,” Kenneth replied.

But I knew exactly what she was referring to.

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We made a rest stop at a gas station seemingly in the middle of nowhere. No big-name shop like Shell or Texaco, but a compact blue wooden exterior structure with two gas pumps that look something straight out of the 70s. They did, however, have a good selection of snacks and drinks on par with a 7-Eleven.

Everyone used the restroom and got something of nourishment at the least. I decided to grab a water and head back to the van before everyone else so that I could light and smoke a cigarette (or ‘cancer stick,’ as Janice referred to them as). Soon after, Matt followed, while Janice and Kenneth were still in the station looking for something to buy, or probably laughing and bullshitting. Those two, I swear. They shouldn’t shut up the whole drive.

Matt and I sat along the edge at the back of the van with the door open. From where we parked, the view of a wide range of mountains and desert terrain was ethereal, something I wasn’t used to from North Florida.

“Those two are something, aren’t they?” Matt said as he cracked open his Red Bull.

“Hmm,” I scoffed, taking a hit of my cigarette.

“He is on the older tip, though, so…”

“I don’t care who she sees, if that’s what it is,” I responded. “Kenneth’s all right, I think.”

“No bad vibes from him?”

I shook my head. “Nope,” then took another hit.

“No bad vibes from me?”

I turned to him and glared into his eyes. The intention was to make him uncomfortable. My humor was dry like that. After a few seconds, I backed off.

“No,” I said.

Matt chuckled. “That’s good to know,” he said.

“At least I don’t think so.”

“Would you have tagged along if you thought otherwise?”

I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Janice tagged along, so I did.”

“And if she didn’t?”

“If she didn’t what?”

“If she didn’t decide to come along, would you have still?”

I took another hit from my cigarette, taking in and exhaling the menthol, thinking of how nicely to put this.

“Honestly, probably not,” I answered. It was really definitely not, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“At least you’re honest,” Matt noted.

I shook my head. “It’s nothing against you or Kenneth or your guys’ podcast. It’s just… I don’t like to play with energies like that.”

Matt furrowed his brow. “Energies?”

I nodded. “The vortex?”

“But it’s supposed to be peaceful. You know, a ‘positive’ energy.”

“Yeah, it may be peaceful for some, hell, even most. But for others… you just never know.”

Matt paused, tapping his foot on the ground, then took a sip of his drink. After a while, he spoke again.

“Have you had bad experiences before?” he asked.

I looked at him. “No,” I answered.

“You believe in… possession? Or being overtaken by another force?”

“I believe in protecting your aura. At all times. Like you would your own life.” Matt nodded with content. “My grandmother, before she passed, told me when I was younger that me and a few other people in the family had ‘the gift.’”

“The gift?” Matt said.

“Like a… not necessarily psychic or anything like that, but that me and the others were just more… sensitive to certain energies. Vibrational frequencies, they say.” I shrugged. “I don’t know how true it all actually is, though. I don’t believe in absolutes. Angels, demons, gods, divine intervention. But that grey area always tests my faith every now and then…”

Then I saw the look in Matt’s eyes. Maybe he was wary or maybe he was regretting me coming along. Wasn’t too sure.

“Does Janice have the gift, too?” he asked.

“My grandmother says no,” I answered. “Then again, she never seemed to take a liking to Janice, for whatever reason. She seemed to cherish me more. I’m not surprised Janice is the way she is.”

“How’s that?”

“Just… free-spirited. Unhinged. Spiritual. Into yoga. Trying to find an inner peace and being one with the universe. Stuff like that. I see it as a way of compensating for our grandmother’s indifference. Basically a ‘fuck you’ to her.”

“Wow. What do you think might happen if you get near the vortex?” he asked.

I slowly shook my head. “I have no idea.“

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We hit the road again. About another 4 hours before we’d make it to Bell Rock. Janice and I played cards for a bit, chit-chatted here and there, and Kenneth, Matt, and I rotated between taking turns driving the van.

Eventually, we made it to the first stop, and found a good spot to camp out not too far from Bell Rock, according to Matt. We decided to take a short hike around the area, take some pictures and vlogs, etc.

Sedona is in a league of its own, I thought to myself. It didn’t seem quite like the typical American city I was used to. It was akin to stepping on Mars. Rock, sand, mountains, complemented with patches of grass and cacti. It felt like I was in another world entirely.

As we walked, I took note of a tall saguaro cactus surrounded by other shorter cacti and flowers. I told Janice it’d be a nice backdrop for a photo shoot. I had the good camera while she just had her phone.

She stood next to the tall plant - taller than her - and she began to strike various silly and some very Instagram-worthy poses.

“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. Photographer,” she played around.

“My, my, madame, you’ve gotten fat,” I teased in a heavy French accent.

“Oh please!”

She really wasn’t fat in the slightest, I just liked to mess with her from time to time. She definitely was in better shape than the rest of us. I couldn’t knock her for that.

As I snapped various pictures of her, taking different angles, poses, trying to get better lighting, I got down on one knee, pointing the lens at just the right angle, finding the perfect shot.

“That’s money right there,” I commented.

“Well shit, watcha waitin’ for?” Janice exclaimed, holding her smile.

But before I could snap the photo, a loud ringing noise emerged in both of my ears. It crescendoed, then lowered, then raised in volume again, a pulsating sort of sensation. Regardless, the sound was distracting and unusual. Were my ears ringing? Probably, but they never rang like this.

“Joe?” Janice said impatiently.

I lowered the camera, where she could now see my face was disgruntled.

“You okay?” she asked, concerned.

I stood up. “Do you hear that?” I said.

“Hear what?”

“That sound. That ringing.”

She looked puzzled. “No…”

I turned my head in every which way across the desert, unsure of what I would even be looking for until suddenly, it stopped. The ringing was gone, and it fell silent. Only thing I could hear was the slight breeze of wind.

“Are you fucking with me?” she said.

“What? No, why would I be?” I said, seriously. I messed with her a lot, but not like that. Never pranked her once in her entire life.

She chuckled and walked past me to catch up with the other two, patting me on the shoulder as she did so. “Never mind, ‘gifted one.’”

I stood there for a moment. I didn’t understand what the heck just happened, but decided to brush it off and keep on moving down the trail.

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I don’t remember how long I’d been asleep, but I woke up and found myself alone in the van. It was nighttime outside. Worried, I quickly got up and looked outside the window to check and see if maybe they were in the front.

Nobody.

I went out and saw that we were parked atop a sandy hill. They’d set up a small camp of some sort with three pull-out chairs and a large mat laid flat, which I already knew was Janice’s yoga mat. In the distance, I saw the three of them down about 23 yards away walking towards a mountain top. Could that be it? The vortex? I thought I told this chick not to leave without me, especially once they started the hike.

I saw Janice turn back to look, and she noticed me.

“Joe!” she called to me. I shook my head. “Come on! We’re gonna take some videos of the vortex!”

I thought about it. Really thought about it. At this point, I just decided F it. Something told me that she’d be all right. After my many objections to Janice going by herself with the two, finally, my intuition spoke to me. My gut never lies, so I knew I could trust it. Only this one time, though.

"I’m good,” I declined. “Go on without me.”

“You sure, bro?” Kenneth asked.

“I’ll stay behind and watch the van.”

“Ah, no one’s gonna steal it.”

I cocked my brow. “You sure about that? It’s a nice van.”

“Nobody’s gonna steal that junk.”

Matt hit him on the shoulder. “Fuck you,” he said, and Kenneth laughed.

I turned and started walking back towards the van.

“Whatever,” Janice spoke. “But you’re coming to take pictures with me when the sun comes up, ya hear?”

I raised my hand and gave her a firm thumbs up.

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I laid on the comfy bed in the van with my noise-canceling headphones over my ears as I listened to music. The inside Christmas lights kept the area illuminated. Through the window, the night sky bathed in stars of various different shapes. I recognized the Sagittarius constellation, just aside from Gemini, but couldn’t make out much more from this view.

Abruptly, my ears began to ring again. The same one from before. It grew louder in pitch the more I listened. So loud to the point where I couldn’t even hear the music anymore. I removed my headphones and scratched and rubbed against my ears, wincing at the sound. The noise wasn’t exactly painful, but grew noticeably more discomforting.

I got up to look around, to see if maybe there was a device inside that might be the source of the noise, but it was hard to tell the direction from which it came. I checked the walkie-talkie to see if that could be it, but pressing it to my ear, I still heard the sound radiating from elsewhere.

I stopped for a moment to listen, and when I did, I realized it wasn’t exactly a ring, but more in resemblance to a hum. Crossing the line between the stroke of a chord of an instrument… or the audible sound of something else entirely that I couldn’t decipher at the moment.

Just as suddenly as the humming initiated, it ceased at once. The van fell silent. Dead silent.

I stepped outside again, finding it unusual that the same volume from within the vehicle matched the desert. Pure silence. It was almost distracting to all five of my senses. My body was confused.

I saw the three of them in the distance still, nearing the vortex, about to reach the edge any minute now to begin their ascent.

I decided to sit in one of the foldout chairs in front of the van and light a 'cancer stick.’ I gazed at the night sky where I could now see the full layout of the celestial bodies above. Breathtaking, needless to say. Out here where there were no city lights, the entire display of stars and constellations were there for us to take in. If anything, this was worth the long trip.

The pendulum sat just beyond where myself and the other chairs stood, in place of where I figured a campfire should’ve been. I was surprised to see that it swiveled just barely left and right.

“Hmm,” I laughed internally, taking another drag from my cigarette.

As I sat and smoked, I noticed that not only was there no noise, but likewise, even so much as a tiny breeze was nonexistent. I had no sensation of the air around me, no feel for any particular temperature, neither hot nor cold, dry or damp. It was as if I were sitting in a vacuum. How was the pendulum moving, now that I think about it? Couldn’t do that without the wind, right?

I took note of the smoke as I exhaled, following its trail. Bizarrely, the smoke didn’t merely dissolve into the air, but shot in a clear pathway upwards in a stream, curving inward in the direction south of me. Yet still, I felt no wind blowing in that direction. No wind whatsoever.

The humming resumed. Thrown off, the hairs on my neck raised at the abrupt return.

I could hear it clearly and audibly as I did in the van like it was right next to me. I looked around again to see if there was any possible direction for the sound to be emitting from again, but it was still very hard to tell. It was so strange.

When I looked down at the pendulum again, I grew wide-eyed.

The crystal stopped swinging entirely, and instead was pulled completely in one direction, suspended in an impossibly still state. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but I went over and kneeled to get a closer look, and saw that it did seem to be pulled at one clear angle, as though it were attracted to an invisible force - or a magnetic field of sorts.

I turned to face the direction the crystal was, which pointed directly to the van, and was taken aback by the lights inside. They each began to flash in a sequence that made it appear as though they were looping in a complete circle inside - a phi phenomenon. All of the colors - red, blue, yellow, green - alternated and moved down the line of each circuit one by one.

Could they do that? I hadn’t played with the settings or seen Matt show us any other sorts of tricks and sequences it could perform. Either way, how could they just do that by themselves? Did he set it from his phone? Impossible, I thought. They were way too far away for the Bluetooth to even work. Even still, it wouldn’t make sense for him to do so.

I turned to face the three in the distance again, seeing that they were now starting the climb up the rock. It was right then and there that I noticed something very particular about the structure as a whole. It had twin peaks at the summit, identical in shape, almost like cone pyramids, as the base took the form of a rocky pyramid. There also was hardly anything surrounding the vicinity. No grass, cacti, anything. Only barren desert and rock. Around where we parked and set up our camping site only lie a few remnants of any sort of vegetation. Then I knew…

We weren’t at Bell Rock at all. This was the wrong spot.

I looked back down at the pendulum, and to my shock, it was now pointed downwards at full rest. Not even swinging. I turned to face the van and saw that the lights were now completely off. My eyes narrowed. I put out my cigarette, dropping it to the ground and stomping out the bud.

Hopefully at least one of the walkie-talkies Kenneth brought was in the van. I opened the door to the back and entered, shutting it behind me. It was too dark now with the lights off, so I used my phone flashlight to search for it. Bingo, one was sitting on the table, and I grabbed and pressed the push-to-talk button.

“Janice, can you hear me?” I spoke.

I waited a moment for a response. Nothing. I pressed it again.

“Janice, can you hear me?” I said loudly and clearly.

A few moments passed. Then her voice sounded from the other end, readable but very staticky.

“What’s up, chickenbutt?” she said back.

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, I don’t think we’re at the right spot.”

“Whatcha mean?”

“I mean, I don’t think this is Bell Rock.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Just look at the peak. It’s nothing like it. It’s not even shaped like it.”

“But Joe, I feel it. Like, we haven’t even reached the top yet, but I swear, I feel its energy, Joe. It’s real. It’s… it’s alive. It’s beautiful.”

I’m sure there was no doubt about it. I’m glad that whatever energy she was taking in felt good on her end, but whatever energy that began to overtake what now surrounded the campsite didn’t match hers. It felt wrong. I knew something wasn’t right. Something felt off…

“We’ve been climbing and… so f… ar it’s… been… ve… er… y…”

She was breaking up badly, as more static overpowered her transmission. Were they too far? I don’t know, but the reach should’ve been well within good range from where we were from each other.

“Janice?” I transmitted.

No answer.

Screw this. I reached for my phone in my pocket and decided to just call her instead. I waited as it dialed, putting the phone on speaker. Lo and behold, I heard her phone ring from inside the van. She left it behind.

“Fucking idiot,” I muttered.

I hung up the phone and dialed for Matt, when suddenly another transmission came through the radio.

It wasn’t Janice’s voice.

Under a heavy load of static, the hum faintly emerged.

In the corner of my eye, further from me towards the sink, a single red light remained on. It was the only thing illuminated inside the van. Then it shut off, but was quickly replaced by the one next to it, giving the illusion that the light was moving. It did the same thing again, inching closer towards my direction, as though it had a life of its own. As it inched over, the hum grew more and more resonant, feeling closer.

The single red orb trailed down the string of circuits until eventually, it was right across from me from where I stood. The light remained for a moment, burning brightly as I locked eyes on it.

And just like that, the humming ceased again, and the light suddenly died, fading to black.

In the blink of an eye, red lights filled every circuit along the van, a crimson luminescence engulfing the interior around me. Startled, I quickly tried to push the button again to call the others, but a loud error beep kept emitting along with a red light on the radio, letting me know that someone else was currently using the channel. I heard nothing, though.

Then the lights rapidly strobed in quick bursts of terrifyingly disorienting red flashes, as the humming returned louder than before, like the unified chant of hundreds of people around me.

Panicked now, I darted out of there and stood at the edge of the hill, waving my arms to get the three’s attention.

“Janice!” I called.

Curious, I looked at the pendulum again, seeing that it was now swaying side-to-side in a frantic motion, going haywire.

I glanced at the three turning back to face my direction. I doubt we’d be able to hear exactly what the other was saying. From what I could make out, Janice pulled out her binoculars. As she did so, I began motioning with hand signals for them to call it off.

I then jumped at the sound of Janice’s bloodcurdling scream across the distance.

I turned to the van. The red lights continued to emit for a moment, only for all but two of them to remain. From where I stood, they were positioned in a way that looked as though it were two glaring eyes peering directly at me.

Fearful, I slowly stepped back, eyes still fixated on the ones now staring at me. The amplitude of the lights began to grow, and diagonal lines curved inward from the glare, like the deadly eyes of a viper. I knew I didn’t have astigmatism. What I was seeing was unreal.

Janice’s voice transmitted through the radio again, clearer more than ever this time.

“Joe! Just run! If you can hear me, just run!”

I wasn’t paying attention as I kept stepping away, as the incline became too steep from where I stepped off. Before I knew it, I tripped and started to fall backwards, rolling violently down the hill.

Once I’d managed to stop myself, I forced myself up and turned to look behind at the van again. Those eyes… they kept staring into my soul. They were captivating and enticing. But I knew that if I stood there, I probably wouldn’t make it…

I ran towards my sister and the other two, as I saw the three of them were now climbing back down and racing my way also. I ran faster than I ever had before. I don’t know what was back there or what energy was inside the van, but I refused to look again for another second as I kept running towards the three of them.

When I finally reached them, Janice ran to me and tightly hugged me, squeezing the air from my lungs.

“Thank you, God,” she cried. “Oh, thank you.”

“What the hell happened?” Kenneth said.

I shook my head frantically. “I-I don’t know.”

“Did you see something?” Matt asked Janice.

She didn’t answer either one of them. She instead kept hugging me tightly, relieved that I was okay. And to think I was more worried about her.

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We decided that it was time to go, and hit the road again very shortly after. Janice and I just wanted to get the hell out of there, and undoubtedly, so did Matt and Kenneth after us causing such a commotion. We contemplated whether we should keep on going with the trip and try to make it to the real Bell Rock, but it was still undecided. At this point, we had enough adventure, and likewise, Matt and Kenneth enough spooks for their podcast for sure.

After some time on the road again, we’d both calmed down, and Janice finally let up the nerve to talk.

“You scared me back there,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be. I think you might’ve saved my life. I don’t know how, but I just feel it.”

Janice stirred, nervously rubbed her arm. It was what she always did when she was troubled by something.

“Why’d you scream?” I asked.

She grew fearful again. I didn’t know if she would even tell, her mouth opening, then closing, then opening again, until finally mustering the courage to speak.

“Back at the butte, when we were climbing and you called to me, I looked through the binoculars and saw something in the van behind you.”

Chills waved throughout my body.

“The lights kept alternating and moving in a weird circle in the van,” she continued. “Matt said that they were supposed to do that. They were all supposed to just stay whatever color they were. And then they turned solid red… and then I saw a figure in the van. Like, a silhouette of someone… or something. It was peaking back at you. Back at me, too, I think.”

“Jesus…” I muttered.

“The lights just blinked and then it was fucking gone. Whatever it was, it just disappeared. I know I’m not crazy, Joe. I know what I saw.”

I now realized the answer to Matt’s question earlier when I told him about my grandmother’s premonition about me, and as to whether Janice shared the same power that the others in the family also held. The answer was yes. She had the gift. I could only hear it, but she could see it. Whatever presence was near me in the van the whole time, she was fully conscious that it was there.

“I believe you,” I assured.

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There’s A Time For Courage

The music was loud and it made it easier, somehow, to pull on his courage.

Sal took a deep breath, watching Larry drawing something in his sketchbook. His hands moved quickly over the page, occasionally tossing his pencil down to pick up his eraser, humming as he wiped away a mistake. His hands were pretty, Sal would have said if the other boy would be okay with it. They were best friends but he didn’t know how Larry would react to being called ‘pretty’.

But Larry was pretty.

He wasn’t handsome, not the way that girls at school would talk about. His ears were a little bit bigger than they should be and his nose was long and the girls at school whispered about him being a weirdo who liked heavy metal music. Their parents would watch Larry and Sal walk from the doors of the school together and whisper behind their hands, the two freaks were walking home together, wasn’t it odd?

But Larry was pretty.

He was nice and he was a good artist and he didn’t mind waking up to Sal nervously using the walkie talkie at three in the morning when he’d had a bad dream again. He drew and he painted and sometimes he wrote poetry that he’d keep hidden in the back of his binders and notebooks, showing Sal when they hung out on the weekends, away from prying eyes. Larry was his best friend and probably one of the few people who understood him in any sort of way. His mom had immediately accepted Sal in her life, as her son’s best friend, and had set herself to making sure that Sal was alright.

There were pictures of him on the living room wall, tucked neatly in between the two Johnsons. His face was under the prosthetic, but he remembered having a smile on when the photo was taken.

His stomach twisted when he was around Larry sometimes. It was the sort of feeling he thought might have inspired love songs, as weird as they were. It was waking up to think about Larry, falling asleep with the vague thought of something the other boy might like. Wanting to show him the secrets he kept and the bad dreams that woke him up and the things that made him feel too little again. The things he was afraid of, the ones that sent him back to the shivering, scared child he’d been once.

He wanted Larry to know these things.

Larry wouldn’t do anything with them, would probably even just try his best to help Sal with them. He’d already shown that a couple of times, talking Sal through the aftermath of his nightmares.

God, Larry was pretty.

“Hey Sally Face,” Larry spoke without looking up from his drawing, etching a line carefully. “What’s in your head right now?”

“Nothing, Larry Face,” Sal responded automatically, sticking his fingers into the hole at the knee of his jeans. “Just…Thinking. What’re you drawing?”

Larry shrugged, glancing up for a moment. “Nothing,” he shrugged again and Sal knew he was nervous. “Your head is like…A million miles away right now though. Want to talk about it?” he folded his sketchbook shut, setting it to the side. He set his pencils and eraser carefully on top of it, a gentle reminder not to go looking through it. Any art set out was free for Sal to look at but his sketchbook was still a secret.

“It’s just…”

“Yeah?” Larry tugged at the hem of his shirt, making the Sanity’s Fall logo ripple with the movement of the fabric, stretching his legs out across the floor and pointing his feet with the force of the stretch.

Sal sat up a little straighter, swallowing nervously. “Have you thought about…Kissing?”

“Kissing?” Larry’s eyebrow rose as he thought about it, running a hand back through his hair. He frowned, his eyes unfocused for a moment. “I mean, a little? Not really anyone at school I’d want to. Well, there’s someone, but-“

“I mean,” Sal curled in on himself, his knees against his chest. “Me.”

Larry stopped cold, his hand in his hair and his eyes wide. Both of his eyebrows were raised now, his cheeks a ruddy sort of red that stained across his nose and back towards his ears. “Kissing you?” he put the words together in a full phrase. “I mean-“ he licked at his lips, glancing nervously at his feet, the floor, his sketchbook, anything he could look at while his face got redder and redder. “A little?” his voice was so quiet that Sal almost didn’t hear it. “Does…Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“…Can I kiss you?” Sal could feel the words trying to stick in his throat, his palms sweating and his cheeks felt like they were burning. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, it’s…”

“Oh,” Larry hunched down in the beanbag, nodding slowly. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sal let out the breath he’d been holding, standing up from his seat and walking over to drop to his knees next to Larry. “I can?”

“Yeah,” Larry looked at him, meeting his eyes. He was smiling a little and it made his eyes curl, the mole under the right eye following the crescent-moon-curve. He wasn’t handsome like the girls at school wanted but Sal thought he was pretty. “You can.”

With one hand on the chin of his prosthetic, Sal hesitated, making a noise in his throat. “Can I cover your eyes while I- I just…”

“Here,” Larry closed his eyes, taking one of Sal’s hands in his own and putting it over his eyes. “No peeking, I swear. Deep breath, dude. You still want to?”

“Yeah,” Sal pushed his prosthetic up and off, the straps falling loose once he got them off past his pigtails. He knew what he looked like without it, didn’t want that to be something Larry had to deal with. His lips were mostly okay, however, and he swallowed his nervousness as he leaned in. Larry leaned back in the beanbag a bit, letting Sal follow him so that neither of them were trying to hold themselves up in midair.

The kiss was awkward, Sal’s heart racing as he pressed in close. Larry smelled like the soap his mother bought for him to use and a little bit like sweat. The angle wasn’t great, their teeth clacked for a moment before Larry turned his head and then it was soft.

Kissing was strange.

Sal decided that he liked it. After a moment, he set down his prosthetic on the edge of the beanbag, curling himself along it and halfway into Larry’s lap. They had sat closer than this to watch movies before, sharing heat and a blanket and snacks. This time, Sal was distinctly aware of the warmth coming off of Larry, the line of his side against Sal’s.

He pulled back to breathe, slowly and carefully.

“That was nice,” Larry said quietly, his chest rising slowly. He put his hands on Sal’s shoulders, dragging them down his arms.

“Do you really mean that or are you being sarcastic?”

“Dude, I wouldn’t, not about this.” Larry laughed a little, one hand going to Sal’s knee and rubbing in gentle circles over the hole in his jeans. “Not about this.”

Sal still had a hand over his eyes, Larry still had his eyes shut.

“It wasn’t weird?”

“Oh, I mean, it definitely was, but I think any kissing is going to be weird, y’know? But kissing you is…Good.” Larry laughed again. “That probably took a lot of courage, huh? I’m…Kind of glad you were the one to bring it up.”

“Do I still have time for courage?” Sal asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Larry nodded slowly, pulling him in closer again. “I think you have time for courage still.”

They kissed again, Larry’s hands warm as they slid up to Sal’s back and stayed there.

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Eyeshadow Part 1

A/N: So now I’m writing a thing for this too apparently. I hope people like it. I didn’t plan for angst and it’s not too intense but there are some feels later, not really in this part though.

Pairings: Prinxiety, background Logicality.

In a desperate attempt to get attention so this doesn’t totally flop: @prinxietys (sorry you’re great please Validate Me™)

“Hey Anxiety, if you HAD to have a new years resolution, what would it be?”

“Probably to find darker eyeshadow to better match my soul.”

“You, are an emo nightmare.”

“Thank you.”

It had been months and Roman couldn’t figure out why the exchange was still going around and around in his head.

He had started talking to Anxiety more after the Dark Side Of Disney video and the others had tried to at least be civil to the darker side. Really Roman was the only one to talk to him regularly, Pranks and Missy were needed for videos less often and had taken to exploring the mindscape for days at a time. Meanwhile Logan and Morality were too busy dancing around each other desperately wishing the other felt the same which was honestly fascinating to watch. He often speculated with Anxiety how long it would be before those two figured it out.

As it turned out, Anxiety was more interesting and complex than the others realized. He turned up a lot later than the others and wasn’t summoned in for a video (even a short one) until much later again so they collectively didn’t get to know him very well.

On an ordinary day the four of them hung out in the commons, each on their own chairs which were, naturally, completely mismatched. Roman, of course, had a throne while Morality would lean back in his recliner and often pretend to sleep, earning annoyed looks from Logan which immediately softened when his eyes landed on Morality’s poorly hidden smile. Missy and Pranks had beanbags which they dragged in from their rooms when they were around. Anxiety’s chair was, obviously, all black. It was cozy but not too small and just deep enough to be able to curl up in any direction and be comfortable. Anxiety sat on the floor in front of it more often than not.

It became less of an ordinary day when Roman couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off Anxiety. Either the other was doing better than usual today or he was nearly out of eyeshadow because the bags under his eyes seemed much less intense than usual.

Once again that conversation from months ago floated into his thoughts and finally decided that he’d do something nice for the youngest trait (although really they were all the same age as Thomas himself.)

–

After the next video Roman stayed out for a while which startled Thomas. He had left the four facets to eat their pizza and ‘sink down’ as usual so he was surprised to go downstairs after packing up the camera and find Roman sitting on the couch.

“Roman! What are you still doing out here?”

“I wanted to ask you a favour.”

“Ok, what do you need?”

“I was wondering if you could maybe go out and get Anxiety some better eyeshadow. He’s almost out and I wanted to do something nice for him because I think he feels a bit like an outsider.”

“Umm, sure, I can do that but? Don’t you guys just make up whatever you need in there? You are inside my head after all…”

“That doesn’t work for things we need to have when we come out here though. First time you summoned us it took a while because we had to fight it off long enough to find physical clothes to wear which you’ve probably noticed are now missing from your wardrobe.”

“Ok so if you made up some new eyeshadow it wouldn’t be there when he showed up for a video?”

“Exactly.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Roman sank down after that, hoping that Anxiety had gone straight to his room as usual and not stayed around to sit with the others in the commons after the video.

When he showed up back in those very commons he was glad to find Anxiety’s chair empty. Logan and Morality weren’t there either so he assumed they were off in their rooms, probably each talking themselves out of saying anything to the other after all the obvious flirting they’d both totally missed while making the video. He chuckled, those two were so oblivious sometimes.

Roman went to his room too and slept off the effects to the video. It’s not easy to physically manifest and then remove yourself from existence after all.

–

The next few days were relatively quiet for the sides. Missy and Pranks came back for a few hours to check in and add to the map that was slowly getting filled in. Missy left their beanbag in the commons again and when Morality took it back to their room the pastel colours were interrupted by a bucket of flour falling all over everything, Pranks was to thank for that of course.

As time passed though, Roman got more and more worried that he’d made a mistake asking Thomas to get the eyeshadow. It had been a week and he hadn’t gone out at all.

A few days later Roman felt the tug of being summoned and let it pull him through to the corner in which he usually stood. Thomas still hadn’t gone out at all so he was surprised to find a collection of dark eyeshadows on the table, until he remembered online shopping. Chuckling quietly at his own foolishness he stepped forward and collected the make up, pausing to thank Thomas before sinking down again.

He wanted to give Anxiety the eyeshadow but he couldn’t think of a way to do it face to face without admitting that he’d been thinking about that one conversation for months which would be awkward. In the end he snuck into Anxiety’s room one day while the darker side was busy keeping Thomas out of dangerous situations, which usually meant all situations when Anxiety was involved.

He left the gift on the dresser with a note: For the Emo Nightmare.

Part 2 here

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Yesterday when I was cleaning out my closet I found a picture my little sister drew for me when she was like 5 or 6 (and not a little teenaged HATER), it made me cry and then I IMMEDIATELY slapped it in a frame

I haven’t really decided where to put it yet, it’s making its rounds around my room but right now it’s sitting on my shelf

They’re keepin’ him safe

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The idea of Yamza is so absolutely HILARIOUS to me on so many levels and I LOVE IT but the main one is that Yamcha, in his silly goofy mind, was like “oh you took my girlfriend? Guess what! I’m taking your BOSS.”

I can’t even imagine what happened when Vegeta found out in these headcanons but I can just TELL it’s funny

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If I won the lottery

I wouldn’t tell anyone (except shrimp)…

But there would be signs

(It’s lifesize I think and can be found here.)

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Trick or treaters are so funny they all see me when I open the door to give them candy (dressed as spider-man 2099) and they scream “SPIDER-MAN!!!!”

Then there are those that know which spider I am and call me 2099 or Miguel (one called me Ms. O’Hara ❤️)

And then there’s the select few that are dressed as other spider-men who have saluted me and called me “boss”

“I work for you!” “BOSS! NO ANOMALIES TO REPORT!” “Oh, hey boss!” You small children have made my night, thank you.

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I got Vegeta soda !! Will update on how he tastes later 😩

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Continuing my rewatching of DBZ and I do not remember them going all over namek for the dragon balls I thought they were in the namekian villages? Where did this tornado come from ????

Vegeta was on screen for ten seconds in a healing chamber and grunted “Kakarot” really quietly before it cut away and that made me lose it it was just so like… anyway… AND GOKU NEEDS TO KEEP HIS ASS IN THE HOSPITAL!!! GOD!!!

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YOU CAN MOD STARDEW VALLEY.

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Shared this with Shrimp but I think you all will appreciate it too