#but its so much slower this way ughh

[technicolorxsn]

once again thinking about gideon "if my heart had a dick you would kick it" nav

[beef-fajitas]

i just finished watching the ninjago pilot (which somehow, id never watched before??) and as i was watching it, i put down my fav parts and my reactions :3

its a pretty long post if youre on mobile so ill put everything under the cut

"its called four weapons, not for browsing. either buy something, or go peddle your insults somewhere else" KAI.

ONE OF THE SKELETON HEADS POPPING OFF ITS BODY AND THEN BITING KAIS ANKLES IM DYING

random small detail i noticed, the shop has a landline? i wonder if it still works and if so, who they would even call-

"ouaugh. so failed." master wu is kais biggest hater rn and im loving it

HELP KAI USING HIS TOOTHBRUSH TO FIGHT OF THE REST OF THE NINJA IS SO FUNNY

ummm the way cole interrupts jay trashing kai when they all finally talk? and kai sassing him back??

"wait a minute. im still black" cole 😭

wu: jay is blue, master of lightning jay: heh, thats not all im the master of. i do a little inventing, i dabble in model building, touch of cooking, a little poetry. cole: more like mouth of lightning

kai letting out like a little laugh when wu announces cole?? and then "nice to meet ya, kid. i got your back. and for the record, there aint nothing in this world im afraid of." jhisdiaugivdsahiojoi they make me soooo ibogyuvfwBIQORYBEGFHIUirgyhiiobpyfuhogiuybpty 😔👉🏳️‍🌈

jay: gasp we're saving a girl? 😳 is she hot? 😏 cole: jayy 😒 jay: i- i just wanna know w-what we're getting ourselves into… 😟 does she like blue? 🤨 kai: back. off. 😡 wu: 🧍‍♂️

cole being the front of the horse carriage theyre all pulling??? symbolic who 🤭

"do not use the weapon. for its power-" "yeah yeah yeah, its too much for us mortals. alright guys, lets chop sockey this lemonade stand"

the random skeleton. grunting? groaning? ambience 😭

"ohahahahaoh! i found something!" "ughh thats another rock, you bonehead!" "but its shaped like a donut! i wonder if it tastes like one…" random skeletons u will always b so funny to me ⭐️

OMG AT THE TIMESTAMP 17:28 JAY WHISPERS TO KAI BUT IDK IF THE SOUND QUALITY IS JUST SHIT OR WHATEVER, BUT IT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE JAYS REGULAR VA. IT LWKY SOUNDS DEMONIC

"hey before you race off again, you need to remember. we're a team." "yeah, whatever" kai honey, cole is trying his best. pls reciprocate just a little bit. :(

coles little whimper when he comes face to face samukai 😭😭

jay making sound effects as hes fighting all the skeletons <333

omg jay is the first to figure out spinjitzu aaaaa!! i always wondered abt that ngl

oh. oh thats interesting. we get a look inside jays tornado. whats interesting is that hes moving at his normal speed (maybe a tiny bit slower? not rlly noticeable tho) but all the skeletons around him are basically turtle slow/not really moving at all. but hes also holding a conversation at normal speed with the ninja outside of his tornado? and theyre not even doing spinjitzu? ugh sjhjqhyturw;qkjkhtvgiulqbor i NEED to know how that works right NEEEOOOWWWW

"i sense you do not stand a chance 😏🤨" zane that was so smooth??? and for what??? 😍

cole flexing and saying "ha, guess they dont want another serving of these babies" while the camera pans to jay and kai just. absolutely hating on him. plasma being hater bfs is SO canon 😘

"no, kai, sensei told us not to!" "then you better keep your mouth shut." kai that was so rude wtf 😟 for once its not actually jays fault my dude

kai and cole high fiving after getting out of there :3

"i told you not to use the scythe!" "he did it-" "i warned him not to, sensei-" jay and cole both stepping away from kai and pointing at him 😭

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IN CONCLUSION: kai is a dickhead, jay is a fuckboy, zane has weirdo rizz, and cole is perfect <3 (/hj cole is actually the mom friend)

[ryudrafts]

taking your girlfriend’s v-card

cw: semi-public sex, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!girlfriend, pwp, overstimulation, scissoring, fingering

your girlfriend whimpers softly in your ear as she trembles beneath your fingers. shes laying on the couch while her arms are wrapped around your neck as you hover over her fully clothed body, save the pants cause all shes wearing are her wet panties and her white night gown with red roses all over, you can see her hard nipples through them and my god you swear if you had a dick, it wouldve twitched everytime you looked at them.

she hums in your ear, “babe, the windows arent-“. you look over, even though you knew fully well that you left them open on purpose. “and the door.. its unlocked” she continues. you start going harder but slower to comfort her, hitting the spots she seemed to enjoy earlier, “its alright, baby, just enjoy the way my fingers make you feel,” you kiss her forehead.

her mouth hangs open, crying whiny moans. she arches her back and starts grinding on your fingers, “m..more please,” she pleads. “hm? you want it harder? is that what my princess wants?” you ask in a teasing manner and she nods. “y-yes.. i want you.. p-please mommy,” she stutters, and just like that youre fucking wet.

“yeah?” you tease once again. you put your knee in between her legs, grazing her pussy. she groans and arches her back higher, scratching your nape in the process. “relax, im giving you what you want, dont worry,” and you move your knee agonizingly slow, but its already leaving her breathless. her breathing paces faster, but its clear she wants more. “i want..” she cuts herself off. “whats that? what is it that my girl wants?” you ask, “y-your..” she doesnt finish her sentence but she glances at your lower body, that also has no coverage except for an oversized shirt.

you smirk as she makes eye contact with you. “are you sure? im happy with you cumming on my fingers like this-“ “no,” she cuts you off, “i want… you… please mommy,” as she grinds eagerly once more.

you think for a second, “okay,” then you lift her left leg up with your right hand that was previously knuckles deep in your girlfriend’s lower entry. you look at the substance it leaves on your girlfriend’s calf and lick it. she whimpers as her legs shake from the movement of your tongue, soon it’ll be somewhere else.

you kiss and suck on her thigh and you slowly go lower and nearer to her entrance. you see her wet pussy pulsating from all that teasing you’ve been doing and you can barely hold yourself back anymore, but seeing your girlfriend like this all prepared for you to devour her makes it all worth it.

she spreads her other leg further and pushes her waist nearer to yours. you hum “so eager…” and you finally put your clit on top of hers. she gives out a loud moan and moves her body but you lift yours, pulling back. “no, darling, let me move. you want me to give you what you want, right?” you ask. “yes..” she pants, “yes please,” and she sits back. “good girl,” then you start rubbing your pussy against hers, gently, but still picking up the pace. you want this just as much as she does. pants and whimpers are heard all throughout her living room as you use your free hand to hold her tit, playing with her nipple through her dress. “yesyesyesyes just like that- oh god!” she screams, “please! more”. you give exactly that. “fuck baby you feel so good,” you grip on her leg tighter, “yes baby youre gonna make me cum,” you let out a whine, “oh my fffffucking god youre gonna make me cum for you… ohhh you feel so good”.

you both start nearing your climax, “ughh please!” pant pant “dont stop!” she yells and not long after, she cums and so do you. you put your finger in between both your areas and start rubbing and oh my god her overstimulated moans are almost enough to make you cum again. you breathe out, finally finished.

“hah.. hah.. how was that for a first time?”

[tetsusatoru]

his face in your neck as he left kisses between your jaw and shoulder. Your eyes closing feeling a bit hot and bothered by the kisses the love of your life are giving right now. His hands wraps softly around your waist as he rubs your sides telling your how he cant keeps his hands to himself whenever he’s with you.

“ do you know how much i love holding you like this princess? I cant think of anything else whenever im with you, its a wonderful feeling “ oikawa mumbles in your neck and slightly bites your neck giving a perfectly beautiful mark. He loves doing it to you as he feels like telling the whole world that this beautiful girl is his and himself only.

Your hands grips his hair giving it a small tug to make him look up to you. Giving him a soft smile full of adoration, you lean in and connected your lips together feeling the need of feeling his soft and kissable lips. He grips your both of your hands and pinned it down above you. He mostly does this to take the lead but you are not going to give in to him tonight. You bite gently on his bottom lips just the way he likes it as he let out a whiny moan that makes you even more wet down there. “ fuck princess please ruin me i cant take it anymore “

You quickly turn him around and get on top of him. His eyes shows how much needy he is for you. Looking up to you with full of love and lust while softly biting his lips. “ do you want me to ride you my prince? “ you caress his cheeks as he closes his eyes as the feeling of neediness keep on building up in him. The need for you to touch him. To feel him. To ruin him. 

“ yes please, i need to feel your pussy clenching around me so bad princess. Please just do anything to make me feel good “ he whimpers and let out a soft moan as you play with his sensitive nipples. He wouldnt admit how much he loves you playing with it. 

You go and thrust down to his cock without him noticing. His eyes goes wide as he didnt expect you to go down without giving any warning. “ oh fuck yes ughh yess princess ride me, you’re making me feel so good “ you let out some moans along with his name chanting it like its the only vocabulary that ever exist. You love the feeling of his cock filling in inside of you rubbing against your soft walls as he hits your spot. “ oh god tooru it feels so good yess please cum in me baby “ it feels like both of you falls into your sub space as the whiny moans keeps on coming out from both of you. It felt too good to be true, being so close to each other while letting out some beautiful noise nonstop.

“ Im going to fill you up so bad baby, making you feel so full of me. I love you princess “ he said as he pull you down and smash his lips against yours while moaning into your mouth. As your pace getting slower, he surprise you by thrusting up so fast and hard making you hardly breathing. “ ohhh yess tooru yess fuck me good im so close “

“ if you think we’re done after this, youre so wrong princess “ it was a long night indeed.

[magesup]

YOUR ART IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUSS UGHH!!!! AND YOUR HANDWRITING TOO UGHHH!!! LOVE THEM!! 🥺🥺🥺

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! AND WAH NO ONE HAS EVER COMPLIMENTED MY HANDWRITING HERE BEFORE THANK YOU!!!! and actually.....my handwriting in digital is way more neater than on paper (messy handwriting just looks worse on digital idk it just is that way OTL) so i make a conscious effort to go slower and neater on my comics ;v;. this is what my handwriting actually looks like ;;v;; (its usually more cleaner than this, this is just me racing to scribble down what my teacher is saying before she moves onto the next topic)

[2if0i0fell2]

Heya! Glad to see that your art is finally back! Also, how did you like McCartney III? (If you listened to it yet.) What’s your favorite song from the album.

mccartney 3 i listened to at like 11 pm in bed and i heard it in my dreams it was pretty wild. to me it hurts to hear him using so much energy to push vocals that were nothing to him when he was younger, but it makes me so happy to hear his amazing voice still kicking. i kept listening when i was awake and its such a jam. im a huge mccartney 1 and 2 fan, 2 being one of my favorite albums, so finally having the whole damn saga is so great. deep down is my favorite song.

Long Tailed Winter bird is a great intro. hes just showing off his skills. the instruments are so crisp and blend so well its criminal. when the trailer came out i was so excited to hear this song, its such a head banger. yes paul, we did miss you ;-;

Find My Way is a fine banger to me, not my style but i can nod my head to it. all the layering of instruments shows and its so rich to listen to

Pretty Boys .. paul really said it.. as a pretty boy himself. interesting to hear him express even if a little about this experience

Woman And Wives is slower and the piano i didnt like, but his voice and the melody is classic paul

Lavatory Lil could be right out of abbey road i mean damn paul whats up with girls in the bathroom. love it, simple jam, simple man

Deep Deep Feeling is so good, uhgg,,,, the lyrics and the instruments are great, the chords i just wow. it has a weird synth feeling in his voice, but im not against it, just noticeable because most of his life his voice is mostly raw so its a new spin

Slidin’ is a straight banger i want to learn it on the guitar oh i wish it was longer. still using his rocking voice

The Kiss of Venus reminds me of ram, and its a fun listen, i can see myself learning it on guitar. im amazed how easy it is for paul to make beautiful acoustic pieces like nothing, through his whole life

Seize The Day,,, i have a weird feeling... its so good right... but the guitar is cursed. i guess its supposed to sound christmas-y? but i dont fuck with it tbh. i love everything about this song,,, but the guitar sry paul

Deep Down ughh i just .. where can i start. this song is beautiful. his voice is so beautiful, and his love for music is just so amazing. my man really is just jamming and being funky at home. nothing can stop him. i winced while hearing him inhaling after each lyric, you can hear the effort and the performance is still A tier. still has his funky voice and sassy vocalization i love him for. The instruments and everything make this song so damn royal. i can listen for hours to this song.

Winter Bird/When Winter Comes... i mean my man is simply a farmer hes just a guy on his farm living his life. another amazing acoustic piece like no big deal. mccartney is my favorite artist. hes just brilliant. 

[arcannathedraconequus-blog]

Captain Underpants Fanfic: Melvin and Professor Poopypants. Ch2

  Link to part 1: https://arcannathedraconequus.tumblr.com/post/162369963513/captain-underpants-fanfic-melvin-and-professor#notes

((Story description:) A few days after their defeat by the two boys and Captain Underpants, the still shrunk Professor Poopypants seeks out Melvin and asks him for help getting back on his feet.)

Woo! I did it everybody! I finished chapter 2 of the fanfic! Read it under the cut.

However it isn’t long before Melvins spooked sprint through the house is stopped dead in its tracks, as a feminine voice shouts.

 “Melvin!!”

 As he passes an open door, causing him to immediately freeze in mid stride, Poopypants still held out in front of him and struggling to breathe in the tight grip, as Melvins gaze slowly turns to the door, which opened into a mostly dark room, save for a single bright overhead light that directed nearly all its glow to a table in the middle of the room, casting unnerving shadows and silhouetting the rooms occupant.

 In the room, was a middle aged woman in a white coat and black gloves, though her facial features were too shadowed to make out. She was seated, but had her head and torso turned to stare down Melvin from across the room.

In front of her was a table covered in circuit boards, delicate machinery, and the tools that would be used to work on them.

 She started to rise from the chair…

  Melvin, beginning to get his wits about him, quickly shoved Professor Poopypants in one of his pockets and tried to look innocent, rocking back and forth on his heels with a guilty smile on his face.

“Hello mother…”

 The figure came into the doorway, revealing more of her features, starting with a mop of orange hair the same shade as Melvins, and a pair of big magnifying goggles that almost looked like little telescopes strapped to her face, though she grabbed the outlandish gear and moved it from her eyes to the top of her head, showing another pair of square glasses underneath and a lightly freckled face.

 “What are you doing outside your room! You should know better than to be going around making all this racket! You had better have a good reason for abandoning your studies during your designated homework time young man.”

 “Well I, Uhhhhhh…”

 Down in Melvins pocket, after having spent a few moments comically gasping for air thanks to having had it nearly choked out of him, he ever so carefully and quietly peeked out of the pocket to watch, readying himself in case he would need to make a break for it.

 “I’m waiting.”

Her tone showing how increasingly annoyed she was becoming with her offspring.

 “Ive…”

Biting his lip, he makes a quick glance down at the tiny professor in his pocket.

 “I… need to go down to the garage to… cross reference my available materials to determine my preparedness for an unexpected extracurricular opportunity.”

 She looks unconvinced.

“…Mmmm-hmmmm, and you couldn’t do this earlier to avoid being an obtrusive nuisance to the household?”

 “It was… a bit too unexpected for that.”

He responds, refusing to meet her gaze.

Her eyes squint at him in a judgmental stare, but she relents, putting her goggles back on and heading back in the room to her work.

 “Fine, but don’t let it happen again! And if I catch you stomping through the house like a crazed elephant again, there will be consequences!”

She sits down picking up a soldering tool and gets back to work on a circuit board, giving off a bit of smoke and flashing light as she worked.

 A forced, uncomfortable smile on his face, Melvin stiffly takes a few quiet steps down the hall until he’s out of view and earshot of the door.

And he lets out a huge held breath, bracing himself against the wall with one hand and continuing to pant and gasp in as hushed a tone as his racing heart and trembling body would allow, barely able to believe he had just done that!

He had just been deceptive to an authority figure! He had (almost) told a lie to his own mother! In order to protect a wanted criminal no less! He didn’t know if he could take much more of this.

 The professor, having stuck himself halfway out of Melvins pocket, looks at Melvin’s attempt to contain his panic with an expression of slight worry.

 He thinks to himself for a moment, considering Melvins history of tattling on others and recent desire to turn the two of them in to the authorities. It’s clear that being even mildly tricky and underhanded would be more difficult for the young boy than perhaps it should be. He may have to play this more carefully than he was expecting.

He soon comes to the conclusion that perhaps some positive reinforcement was in order.

 “Good job Melvin!”

 Melvin pauses in his panting, his gaze turning down to look at the tiny professor, who he’s shocked to see is giving him a double thumbs up from his pocket, along with a twitchy, forced smile.

 “…Really?”

Melvins mood quickly lightening at the praise.

The Professors fake smile growing even larger and more forced, with him beginning to sweat as he says through his teeth.

 “Yhah… you... totally did it.”

 Melvin rises, a smile returning to his face as he stands tall with confidence, which soon turns into a self-absorbed and cocky expression as he starts to cheerfully strut down the hall, with a whisper of

 “Alright professor, let’s go see that garage!”

 Poopypants lets out the breath he had been holding, slumping against the rim of the pocket and clutching his head in one hand as he says to himself.

“Uggh, I can already tell this is going to be so much more difficult than it has to be.”

 Now that he was a bit more with it, Melvin is able to carefully sneak down the stairs and the rest of the way to the garage without being noticed.

 Taking the professor in one hand once again, Melvin opens the door, revealing a large 3 car garage, that otherwise could have been considered pretty spacious…

If it weren’t full of shelves filled floor to ceiling with sci-fi-esk technology and  blinking, beeping scientific doohickys, with all additional space being filled with tables and workstations for all manner of scientific endeavors.

With a majority of it having that jury-rigged feeling of having been cobbled together from random junk and whatever broken machinery a genius fourth grader could get their hands on.

 “HAH Hahhhhh! Now we’re cooking with plutonium!”

Professor Poopypants shouts, rubbing his hands together with glee, before turning to the boy with an exclamation of

 “Melvin, Blueprints.”

 Melvin obliges, handing the professor the rolled up blueprint from earlier, and lowering his hand to the ground, only getting about halfway before Poopypants hops off, quickly unfurling the too-large paper, and with cartoon impossibility, pulling the nubby pencil from earlier from out of his coat. Before trotting down an aisle between two shelves with considerable speed, attention darting back and forth as he inspects its contents, and Melvin following close behind with an excited smile on his face “This is where my parents and I keep almost all our spare parts, so if we've got it, it'll be here. But if we're still missing anything, there's a scrap yard down the road which we can also check. That's where I get most of the materials for my inventions.” “Good to know Melvin, wh’ell head over there first thing after we finish taking inventory here. Now let’s see…. ve’ll need this one.”

He says scampering to an unrecognizable little gizmo and dragging it out from the bottom shelf. Melvin soon picking it up and trying to inspect it, but not having any time too, as Poopypants quickly pulls out another gizmo with a shout of

“And this one.”

 Throwing it at Melvin and almost causing him to drop the first one to catch it.

 “And this one.”

The stumbling having made Melvin fall behind the quickly moving professor he has to jog a bit to go grab the new thing Poopypants had pointed at, while poopypants climbs some random junk like it were stairs in order to reach a shelf more at Melvin’s eye level and continuing to walk along it, still holding the blueprint out in front of him and occasionally placing checkmarks by items on the list.

“And zhis one, and this one, ooo zhis one looks fun!  And this one… and those two”

 “Over here?”

 “No, top shelf.”

 And Melvin pulls over a rolling staircase, putting down the growing pile of items and quickly ascending to grab the two bits of machinery, only to find them to be heavier than expected, making him considerably slower and more wheezy coming back down, while the professor continues on, up until it reaches the point where Melvin says.

 “Professor, I can’t see what you’re pointing at.”

 Turning around for a look, he sees Melvin, his face hidden by the large pile of materials he struggled to carry, his knees wobbling under the effort.

 “Ughh...fine.”

The Professor replies, marching over to Melvin as he folds up the blueprint and stows the nubby pencil in his coat, before he jumps off the shelf and onto the pile of things Melvin was holding.

 “Let’s drop these off at the table and then see vhat else we can find.”

 “Sh-sure thing professor.”

Melvin replies shakily, before slowly making his way over to the table, each step Melvin took requiring considerable effort under the weight and size of the load.

 Making it to the table, which was flanked by an impressive looking glass chemistry set full of differently colored liquids, he dumps the pile onto it, Poopypants gracefully riding the cascading pile down before he’s able to jump off onto the table itself. Smoothly unfolding the blueprint again and starting to pace back and forth; tapping the pencil against his lips a few times thoughtfully and saying,

 “Already off to a good start Melvin! Good start….”

 Catching his breath and wiping sweat from his brow, Melvin smiles at this as he watches the professor pace back and forth, clearly still enjoying himself a whole bunch,as he can barely contain his excitement when he replies.

 “And I bet I can still find a lot more things we can use! What else do we need?”

 The professor smiles and lets off a little chuckle seeing the boy so happy, reminding him of himself during his own childhood when he was excited about a new invention

(and let’s be honest here, well into his adulthood too, cus Poopypants is excitable and hyper as shit even to this day despite being in his early 60’s)

He fluffs out the paper and scans the page.

 “Well let’s see!.. do you have a toaster?”

“uhhhhhh, no.”

His mood dampening somewhat at the first missing part.

 “Cassette player?” “...no.” “...Ummm, extension cables?” “Yes!!” Melvin shouts, running off then coming back with an armful of extension cables

“fuses?”

Melvin holds out a large Tupperware container full of them, lightly shaking the box for emphasis.

 Tron-splitter?”

Melvin pulls a sheet off a large machine in the corner revealing a large ray gun looking thing

“Check!”

 “Ooooo, was not expecting you to have that one! How about an Axionic reconfigurator?”

Melvin sets a pretty large and complicated looking contraption onto the table with a heavy thump before stepping back and saying proudly

“Got that one for-my-birthday.”

 “Quantum resonator?”

“Dad’s got one downstairs in the basement.”

 “dDuct tape?”

“Yeah, but you can never really have too much.”

“Ooooo, yhah, good point Melvin, I'll just put us down for some of the other basics just in case.” He says, jotting a few extra things to the list.

 “Telescope?”

“Ohhhhhh, do I really have to disassemble my telescope?”

“Well, we need more than one, so we’d probably have to go get a few more anyway, so I’ll just leave it on list.”

“Thanks professor!”

Melvin replies as he runs off to go grab some more things

 “Crypto-magnetizer”

“No, but if we combine the crypto-recombobulator and the re-magnetizer we could probably make one!”

 “Excellent! How about Tesla coils?”

Melvin gestures to a big set of sparking and zapping coils in the corner of the room.

 “Hmmmm, smaller”

 Melvin pulls out a pair small enough to fit in the palm of his hand from behind his back.

 “Larger!”

Poopypants motioning with his hands in imitation of something growing in size

 Melvin picks up a medium sized set of tesla coils from a table

 “PERFECT!!”

 Time skips forward, the pile on the table getting larger and larger and Melvin getting more and more tired, until he's leaning against the table, propping up his head in one hand and staring off into space through half lidded eyes and mumbling yes or no every time professor poopypants lists off another part or material. Until he’s startled awake with Poopypant’s shout of

 “Hah! That’s the last of it! A few quick trips to pick up the missing supplies, and we’ll have all we need to make the most basic forms of the shrinking and enlarging machines!

Oh no, wait. Heh heh… I feel silly even asking about this one, but you have a lava lamp right?”

 He says, tapping the paper with the end of his pencil for emphasis.

 “Lava lamp? Hmmmmm, nope. No lava lamps.”

 “WHAT! But they’re like the most sciencey looking lamps there are! How can you be a child genius and not have at least one lava lamp?!”

 Melvin just shrugs. When gets a frown from the professor.

 “Fine, but when we go shopping, we’re getting 2.”

Poopypants writing that down on the blueprint as he started to walk towards the edge of the table as he continues with,

“One for the enlarging machine, and for you to keep…..So I can feel less embarrassed hanging out with you.”

 He says that last part as he hops off, using a pile of stuff near the table as stepping stones to safely make his way down.

 “Now, before we get started, I want to reiterate zhis Melvin. These rays will not be like the sizearator 2000. Zhey will still be very bare bones, need constant repairs, and will no doubt break down after every use like a cheap lawn mower. Zhey will be neither safe, nor reliable, and zhey certainly won’t be efficient! These things are gonna be killer on the electric bill, that’s for sure.”

 “Well, *Yawn* it wouldn’t be the first time one of my creations has caused a blackout. And it probably won't be the last!” Melvin still managing to stay pretty excited about all this despite how drowsy he appeared.

  “That’s the spirit Melvin!” Though the professors tone turns more intense and ominous “But I want to make sure this gets through your fragile little child skull. Don't get cocky and start humoring silly ideas of making your own sizearators behind my back once im gone! This is very dangerous technology, messing around with it all villy-nilly could be potentially catastrophic!!! And even if you were somehow able to start safely replicating zhe technology on your own, then it’d mean you’d either out yourself as having worked with me, vhich could get you in trouble and make things even harder on me because of it, or you’d be taking credit for my inventions.” Though his tone lightens a bit as he continues with “Which is really just a jerk move in general Melvin, don’t go trying to steal another scientist's glory.” “*Yawn* sure thing professor. You can *yawn* count on me-WHOOPS!!” As Melvin walked towards the tiny professor, he suddenly trips on one of the piles of spare parts that had grown on the floor after the space on the table had been filled, which then started a small chain reaction, causing even more things to fall loudly to the floor with metallic clattering, with Poopypants having to leap out of the way to avoid being crushed in the mini avalanche. Melvin quickly scrambles to his feet and motions like he’s gonna try and grab some of the parts that were rolling away, but freezes when he hears the sound of the doorknob rattling. Someone was turning the handle from the other side! Melvin having hardly a moment to react as the door is suddenly swung open with a bang! Though unlike Melvin, Poopypants is able to quickly leap behind the nearest shelf and out of sight just as the threatening figure came into view. It was a middle aged balding man in a white lab coat and glasses, who was aggressively brandishing what was clearly some sort of laser-weapon, which sparked ominously and casted the man in an intimidating mad-scientist strobe light sort of glow. Though a look of realization appears in his eyes as he says in a questioning tone, “Melvin?” Before lowering the weapon, all hints of intimidation quickly dissipating as he turns off the ray gun and sets it down on a nearby shelf, revealing him to be a very benign and mild seeming man both in looks and in tone of voice, with what hair he had left on the sides of his head surrounding his chrome dome being a light brown, and his glasses appearing very similar to Melvins. “I thought we might have been getting burgled, or at least that the raccoons might have gotten in again. What in sciences name are you doing out of your room this late?” Melvin takes on a surprisingly confident and proud of himself tone as he replies back, “Mother gave me permission to use tonights homework time to work on an unexpected new extracurricular activity in the garage.”   Though his confidence is quickly crushed with his father sputtering back with, “H-homework time? Son it is 3 hours past your bedtime!” The father collecting himself more, crossing his arms and taking on a more scolding tone “Even if you did somehow manage to get some unexpected permission to allow for a temporary change in your schedule, that is no excuse for t-this level of irresponsibility. How will you be fully prepared for school tomorrow when you’re missing 3 hours of sleep!” “I actually don’t have school tomorrow, it's closed for the next 2 weeks at least...” “That’s no excuse!!”

  Poopypants, having taken the long way around, stealthily peeks his head out from behind a nearby shelf, dashing across an opening to hide behind some debris on the floor, thus closing some distance between him and Melvin. The father then grabs Melvin by the hand and starts to pull him to the door. “Now you are going straight to bed young man!” Though Melvin resists for a moment, motioning back to the spilled pile of parts and pleading. “But I have to reorganize the pile!” “It’ll be there in the morning.” The father replies with disinterest as he picks up his hefty ray gun, giving Poopypants just enough time to dash out the door and hide before Melvin and his father pass through and close the door behind them.

"Honestly Melvin, I don't see what could get you to fuss over some side project like this. Did you somehow fail to plan ahead for a school event?" “No.. it’s not for school...”

“It’s not even for school?!”

Melvins father shouts as he reaches the stairs, still holding Melvin by the hand as he leads the boy up, with Poopypants darting close behind him. The tiny professor comes to a pause at the base of the stairs and looks up at what might as well have been a mountain before him, giving him a sense of vertigo at the intimidating scale of the obstacle before him. Holding his face in one hand and letting out a sigh of frustration, he then sets himself to the task and starts climbing after them. “Is it for a science show outside of the school?” “No.” “Are you c-competing in a contest for a future scholarship?”

“No. But it is an excellent learning experience!” Melvins dad facepalms and let out a bitter sigh. “Melvin, your whole life is a carefully structured learning experience. Meant to give you and the family the highest overall quantity of success in the scientific and academic fields as possible.”

 Poopypants manages to make it up the stairs, panting and stumbling a bit with the effort, and having to brace himself against his knees for a moment to catch his breath, before taking a light jog to a nearby doorway to hide in, leaning against the doorframe and still panting lightly as he peeks his head out just in time to see Melvin and his father reach the door to his bedroom.

"Is this some hormonally driven bid for independence Melvin? Do we have to take precious time from our busy schedules to set up another lecture about the irrationality of pre-teen rebellion for you?"

“No..no?” “R-really? Because i would have expected better from you than to stay up past your bedtime working on some random, non-academically motivated invention like this.”

“But... it’s important.” He says meekly, which causes his father to stop and let slip a boisterous laugh.

“HAH HA HAH hah hahhhh.... Important!? Melvin, important inventions are for the adults. You only just turned ten years old, you’re not nearly capable of creating anything worthy of being called Important yet! And not one of those frivolous, j-juvenile inventions are worth disregarding the carefully calibrated schedule your mother and I have set up for you.”

 Across the room, Poopypants is shocked at what he just heard, but that surprise quickly turns to seething anger, with his face turning beet-red and his tiny hands slowly balling into shaking fists. Melvins father then carefully shoves the dismayed boy into his room, who turns around to stare timidly up at his father as he fidgets with the hem of his sweater vest. “Maybe once you’re in college, then you can start thinking about staying up past your bedtime working on inventions. But for now, I don't want you to open this door until you’re scheduled to do so. Understand?” “Yes sir.”

“Good.” And he closes the door maybe a little too forcefully, causing Melvin to flinch a bit at the impact. The boy then turns around glumly, and walks slowly to his desk to tidy it up, his eyes downcast and dragging his feet as he moved. Making it over, he starts smoothing out and stacking the blueprints he had been working on, along with stowing away his various drafting implements like rulers and calipers, when he hears a very small, but forceful knock at his door. He immediately jolts to attention like someone who had missed a step walking down the stairs. He had forgotten about Professor Poopypants!! He hears the undersized knocking again, this time sounding more angry and forceful, and he rushes to the door, reaching out his hand to turn the knob, though he pauses with hesitation. His father had specifically told him not to open the door until the scheduled time tomorrow morning. His hand shakes in place a few inches from the doorknob, unsure of what he should do, but steeling his resolve, he closes his eyes and looks away, and grabs the doorknob to turn it.