#captainswan618 talks too much

[yayroos]

I posted 2,052 times in 2022

That's 792 more posts than 2021!

112 posts created (5%)

1,940 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@participlepotato

@an-absolute-nightmare

@jellyfishdirigible

@theyhoolikeowls

@captainswan618

I tagged 244 of my posts in 2022

#bird site burning - 11 posts

#unreality - 8 posts

#test it out with this tag - 2 posts

#mum i miss you - 2 posts

#fair wealth transformation <- so the socialist revolution then?? jk unless - 1 post

#but the bros on the outer edge can be right at the edge - 1 post

#universe like a big huge giant spirograph on a scale we can't even begin to comprehend - 1 post

#it's friday lmao - 1 post

#next: my chemical romance - 1 post

#last: yungblud - 1 post

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and it was really really good for me to live with someone where we spoke the same kind of language in terms of slang and interests and stuff

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

sorry for reblogging that thing three times in a row but the behaviour of the tags is very interesting to me.

also the fact that the HTML encoded quote shows as a quote on the dash but as the encoded version in the notes view means they're not rendered the same way which is weird if you ask me.

8 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#4

there's something at the back of my mind that feels more than a little bit wrong when populations are classified as being 'voters' by the government or people speaking from the perspective of the government. I can't help but feel like it feeds into this thing where 'democracy' happens once every few years when you go vote, and winning over voters for that one day is more important than actually improving things I'm the country they're running.

I vote, I am a voter, but I don't want to be thought of in terms of my vote any more than I want to be seen in terms of my monetary contribution (i have a similar issue with 'taxpayers') or anything else. I am a person. Therefore I have value and governments should be working in my (generalised) best interests as a human being under their care. Categorising people as 'voters' lets politicians off the hook when it comes to kids, people convicted of crimes (in countries where that disqualifies you from voting), non citizen residents (undocumented people, international students, permanent residents, and many others in various legal categories around the world), and other disenfranchised groups (which vary from nation to nation). Similarly talking about 'taxpayers' lets governments ignore stay at home parents, pensioners, people on disability benefits, kids, carers, unemployed people, low income people etc.

Call them people. Call everyone people. Stop framing peoples contributions as the reason their interests should be taken into account.

8 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#3

i would like very much to be a very small lizard 🦎 sunning myself on a rock in a messy garden but instead i have tasks.

10 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#2

i love you glow in the dark stars i love you fairy lights i love you lava lamps i love you unashamedly making your space soft and inviting i love you finally getting the chance to make your space exactly how you like it i love you plushies i love you pile of cushions

15 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

technology education is CRUCIAL. if you're a parent and your kid is starting to use a phone/ipad/chromebook, give them some time to play around on a real computer as well, show them how to work files and folders and keyboard shortcuts and shit.

And if you're already a teen or in your twenties or older and you've missed out on learning that stuff, please get your hands on a real computer and figure out at least the basics. If you're unsure, ask someone (my messages are open, 0 judgement, and i know others will be willing to help too) or just try stuff and see what happens.

The best way to learn how to use a computer is to take one, set it up from factory, and then just click all the buttons and see what happens. If you haven't put any important information on it yet then there's nothing lost if you accidentally delete something. Get the office programs, open them up, and click all the buttons you can find in there. Then go looking at the things you've created in other places. Open in notepad (hint: right click > open with > notepad) and see if you can find any patterns! export it with a different file type and open that in notepad and see what's different! See how much of different kinds of data you need to get to a gigabyte!

166 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[callboxkat]

(Un)Broken - part 3

Author’s note: I’m back! It’ll be at least a week before you guys get another part, but have this one for now. :)

Warnings: self deprecation, headache mention, doctor mention, injury mention, food mention

Word count: 1579

Masterpost in the notes!

...

Patton walked into his apartment and quietly shut the door behind him. He slid the lock into place, then leaned back against the door with a soft sigh. He didn’t know why he was upset. He should be happy, shouldn’t he? He’d spent the evening bowling with his friends, after all.

He just kept remembering that moment, when he’d cheered about Logan knocking down those two pins—because Logan had been having a really hard time, and it was the first time they’d hung out together having fun like they had before his injury, and Patton had just been so excited to see him finally hit some pins! Logan, though, had clearly not been nearly as excited. Patton had seen how he rolled his eyes. Probably thinking that Patton was making fun of him. But Patton would never do that—Logan was one of his favorite people in the world!

Patton traipsed over to his sofa and threw himself onto it heavily, facedown on the cushions.

He knew that it was dumb. It was just one little thing, one little eye roll. It just hurt him to think that Logan might have thought poorly of him, even for a second.

He was distracted from his wallowing when his phone chimed its text tone at him. Patton reluctantly rolled partway over, just enough to grab his phone from his pocket and bring it up to his face.

Oh! It was Logan! Patton quickly swiped to open the message. It was a group text, sent out to all of them.

Logan: I greatly enjoyed our excursion to the bowling alley this afternoon. I hope that everyone else had as pleasant of a time as I did.

A second message popped up a minute later.

Logan: My apologies if I somehow lessened anyone’s enjoyment of the evening. I understand that especially while I am still in recovery, I am not the most ‘fun’ person to be around. Thank you for inviting me along.

Patton started furiously typing, but a series of other messages were already flooding in from Joan, Virgil, and Roman, all telling Logan that they’d had fun too, and yelling at him for implying that he’d somehow made the evening any less fun. Patton sent off his own message anyway, and as soon as he did, the notification that Talyn was typing their own response came up. Good. Logan didn’t get to talk bad about himself! Not on their watch!

Several long minutes went by, and then Logan responded.

Logan: Perhaps I misread the situation. Thank you for your assurances. It will not be necessary to ‘march over to my house’, ‘physically fite’ me, or hug me so tight that you ‘wring out the nerdiness’

Logan: Additionally, Virgil, I feel the need to remind you that Patton may decide to physically fight you if you continue to insist that gloominess is your area of expertise.

Patton paused, then scrolled up. He must have missed that message in the barrage of notifications. He found it—Virgil didn’t get to be self-deprecating either!—then scrolled back down to reply.

Patton: I will! I’ll fite both of you if I have to!!!

Virgil: Ok Pat chill, no fighting necessary

Patton: Good!

Roman: We should go bowling again. You all only got a glimpse of my skills.

Roman: (Virgils dont interact)

Virgil’s and Logan’s replies came through simultaneously.

Logan: I do think I would enjoy another such outing.

Virgil: You can’t stop me

The chat devolved into banter after that, mostly between Virgil and Roman. Patton just read the messages as they came through, not replying, until the others had to leave.

…

Monday rolled around all too quickly for Patton’s taste. He didn’t particularly want to get up early today, to go to class—one of them was math, after all—but he supposed there were bright sides. He did also have an art class today, and he would get to see his friends at lunch! He just preferred Tuesdays and Thursdays to the other three days of the school week because he had his actual classes with his friends.

Patton struggled through his morning class, which felt like it was moving at a glacial pace. He felt like he’d been there for so long. But finally, the bell rang; and with immense relief, he traipsed down to the cafeteria to meet his friends.

“I don’t blame you,” Roman said when Patton had finished sharing today’s math class woes. They and Virgil were sitting together, eating lunch in the cafeteria. “When are you ever going to need to know how to calculate a third derivative?”

“Exactly,” Patton sighed, putting his head down on the cafeteria table. “But it’s required, for my major….”

“You—you could always ask Logan for help,” Virgil suggested after a moment. “He’s pretty good at math.”

“Uh, yeah, I sure hope he is,” Roman said, his tone of voice mimicking that of a certain well-known six-second-video. “He’s a math major.”

Patton shook his head, but he did so without lifting it off the table, so it was more like he just rolled it morosely from side to side. “I don’t wanna bother him. He’s still got his concussion thingy to deal with.”

“C’mon, Pat, it couldn’t hurt to ask,” Roman said. “Besides, he could do derivatives in his sleep. Concussion or not.”

Patton just let out a soft, extended whine. If he hadn’t still had his head down on the wooden table, he would have seen Virgil and Roman glance at each other.

He felt a gentle poke on the top of his head. “What’s up?” Virgil asked.

“He’s gonna think I’m dumb,” Patton mumbled.

“Why would he think that?” Roman sounded genuinely confused. Patton could hear Virgil’s chair creaking as he shifted.

“Because he already does,” he heard himself whine. He knew he should just stop talking, but… whoops.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Virgil argued.

At the same time, Roman said, “That’s preposterous!” He normally had a habit of pronouncing it like ‘perpostrous’, which annoyed Logan to no end. He was pretty sure Roman did it on purpose at this point, evidenced by the fact that he said it correctly this time, when Logan wasn’t there.

“Logan knows you’re not dumb,” Virgil continued. “And it’s not like he hasn’t helped you before. What’s up?”

Patton sighed, gathered his willpower, and lifted his head from the table, sitting up. “I… I guess you’re right,” he sighed. He forced his features into a meek smile. “Sorry, kiddos. I’m just tired.”

“That’s okay.” Roman said.

“I mean… I get it,” Virgil said quietly. “Logan’s got stuff to worry about already. But he’s getting better, isn’t he? He’s allowed to drive and use phones and everything again. And it’s—it’s like Ro said, the stuff you’re working on is easy for him. I’m not—I’m not saying it is easy,” he amended quickly, even though Patton hadn’t been offended. “Logan’s just….”

“A huge nerd?” Roman suggested.

“A huge nerd. In a good way. Not being like him doesn’t make someone dumb. And you—” he fixed Patton with such an intense stare that the sophomore actually shrank backwards a bit. “You. Are. Not. Dumb. Nobody thinks you are. Not me, not Roman, not Talyn or Joan… and Logan sure as heck doesn’t think you’re dumb either.”

“But….”

Virgil was clearly running out of steam (that still happened sometimes when he talked a lot, though he was getting better) so Roman jumped in.

“If we’re not allowed to talk bad about ourselves, neither are you.”

Patton looked at them both for a second. Virgil was chewing the corner of his bottom lip and Roman had half a piece of Crofter’s-covered toast forgotten in one hand, but both were looking at him intently.

“O-o-okay. You’re right. I just got a bit silly, I suppose. I don’t like not understanding things.”

“We know,” Roman said. “You could always get someone else to tutor you, but I’m sure Logan’ll help if you ask…. Where is he, anyway?” He frowned slightly, leaning away from the table to look around.

Patton searched the room for a moment too, then glanced at the Mickey Mouse watch on his wrist. Logan should definitely have been here by now, if he were coming.

Virgil briefly chewed his lip a bit more intensely than before, then stopped and opened his mouth. “He—could he be sick?”

Roman sighed. “Probably… I hope he’s okay. Logan never misses class.”

That was true. The first time any of them remembered Logan missing class had been when he’d gone to the hospital after his accident. Logan valued class attendance too highly, and he was religious about hygiene, so he rarely so much as caught a mild cold. Recently, though, things were different.

“Could be another doctor’s appointment,” Patton mused noncommittally.

“I thought he had one on Friday, though,” Virgil pointed out with a frown.

Roman shrugged. “He’s probably fine.” He set down the toast that he seemed to finally remember was in his hand. “I for one am just glad he’s taking care of himself.”

Virgil nodded in agreement. Patton took a sip from his drink and didn’t respond.

“Hey…uh, you’ve got an art class today, right?” Virgil asked, changing the subject.

Patton nodded, brightening. “I sure do!”

“What are you working on?”

Patton turned to grab a little sketchbook from his backpack and opened it up, showing Virgil a few sketches as he talked about his current project. He knew Virgil was trying to distract him. He let him do it.

...

Tag list: @patton-loves-coloring @starryfirefliesbloggo @purplesoul-at-hogwarts  @gaylotusthatexists @quoth-the-sparrow @awesomelissawho @amuthefunperson @faithfreedom @heck-im-lost @gayfandomsaremything @bunny222 @syndianites @astraastro @momolinia @captainswan618 @hamilin-manuel-miranda @goldenkiddos @afilhadehades-blog @virgeofselfdestruction @theresneverenoughfandoms @iris-sanders-athena @super-magical-wizard @rainbow-sides @thefallendog @fanficptsd @zodiac-awesome @lookitsthatquietgirl @nerd-in-space @pearls-of-patton @ab-artist @angered-turtle @im-so-infinitesimal @raygelkitty @dr-gloom @whats-going-on-kiddos @the-dumbster @oh-star-how-the-mighty-fall @fillyourteacup @kittiebrick @youtuberswithalex

[three-drink-amy]

We Wish You a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

It’s Secret Santa Reveal time! 

@captainswan618 It is me, your Secret Santa! I hope you’ve been having a wonderful holiday season and a fantastic end to 2018! Have a great 2019! 

I hope you enjoy this holiday themed B99 fic! 

The break room smelled of sweet hot chocolate as Charles detailed the plans he and Genevieve had made for Christmas this year. Slowly the rest of the squad went around the room sharing their plans for the next day. Amy had just finished telling her and Jake’s plans for their first married Christmas when Officer Lou walked into the breakroom.

As Terry poured himself a cup of coffee, he asked the officer his plans for Christmas.

Lou looked at them in surprise. “Christmas? Have you guys not looked outside?”

Rosa and Gina turned around quickly and looked out the window. “Well son of a -” Rosa said quietly.

“How did we miss a huge snow storm like this?” Jake asked to the room.

“How did Amy miss a snow storm like this?” Gina asked.

Amy lifted her arms up in defense. “It was supposed to miss the city! It was supposed to go way north!”

“So we’re...snowed in?” Jake asked sadly.

Officer Lou nodded. “It came on so fast that it seems like most of the city is.”

“Wait so we can't get home for Christmas?” Charles asked, looking crushed.

“Well it's Christmas Eve,” Rosa reminded. Maybe they’ll have things cleared by tomorrow.

“Could be worse,” Jake offered, “we could be trapped here with a bunch of lawyers like that one Thanksgiving.”

“There are two lawyers talking to one of the other detectives in the bullpen,” Gina pointed out, looking through the window.

“Way to jinx it, Jake,” Rosa said with a punch to Jake’s arm.

The squad slowly filtered out of the break room, leaving Jake and Amy alone. Jake shook his head as he watched his friends sit down at their desks to call their families. “This sucks,” Jake said quietly. Amy nodded her agreement. He looked over at his wife, a grin growing on his face.

“What are you thinking?” She asked nervously.

“Amy, you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I’m telling you why! Jakey-Claus is coming to town!” Jake sing-songed.

Amy stared at him, completely confused. “What does that even mean?”

Jake grabbed Amy’s shoulders. “Amy, I’m going to save Christmas!” He ran out of the break room without explaining any further.

It was a couple of hours later when Amy saw Jake speeding from the elevator off towards an interrogation room. She jumped up from her desk to follow him. He had just closed the door when she opened it and walked into the room. “Ames!” He screeched in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I think the better question is what are you doing?” Amy replied quickly.

“That is need to know and you don't need to,” Jake retorted.

Amy rolled her eyes. “Even Santa has help, Jake. He has his elves. Do you need an elf?”

Jake smirked broadly. “Well, Amy, I believe I do.”

She clapped her hands together. “Great! What can I do?”

Jake walked close to her and said softly, “You can go back to your desk and forget you saw me in here.”

Amy glared at him. “Come on, man. I’m your wife. Let me in on the secret!”

“But I’m trying to save Christmas for you too.”

“Just let me help. What are you trying to do?”

Jake sighed, finally giving in. “Well I was inspired by Charles saving our wedding. It still ended up being perfect, so now I want to do that for the squad.”

Amy smiled. “That's very sweet of you.” She wrapped her arms around Jake’s neck. “And you know, you don't have to do it alone.”

He nodded, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. “Okay, come with me, my little elf.”

Having Amy’s help worked in Jake’s favor. He had someone to distract the squad while he orchestrated the saving of Christmas. The break room was closed off from prying eyes. Amy had led the squad down to the second floor to show them something “really awesome.” Jake wondered what Amy had come up with to show them. He could guarantee it wasn’t something that was actually awesome to them.

Gina’s voice rang through the bullpen as the squad emerged from the elevator. “Really, Amy, you thought Officer Larsen’s coin collection was awesome? You thought we needed to see it?”

Jake peeked out of the window of the darkened break room. Amy shrugged in response to Gina. “It took a lot of time for him to collect those. And that’s just his work collection! Come on, Gina! Imagine the history those coins have seen! He had one from 1901!”

“Amy, I can appreciate things Gina would sneer at, but even I thought you really overhyped that,” Terry said with a disappointed look.

Jake threw open the door to the break room with a dramatic flair. “Well how about this?” he asked, motioning to the break room.

Rosa looked at the room behind him critically. “What? A dark break room? Big whoop.”

“Oh?” Jake asked, jumping over toward the plug. He quickly turned on the Christmas lights strung through the break room. “Well how about now?”

Everyone looked surprised by what Jake had done in the room. Amy smiled brightly as she walked in and looked around at the festive room.

“Jake, what is all this?” Charles asked, looking around the room.

“Look, I know you’d all rather be getting off early and going home to your families,” Jake explained, “but I figured maybe we could still have a good Christmas Eve stuck here.” He uncovered the mail cart where he’d hidden the food. Laying it all out on the table, he explained, “The bakery just down the street did not know this storm was coming and had a surplus of food that no one was going to buy. I gave them a number and they were happy to sell me everything they had so they could officially close and not have the day be a total loss.” Once all the food was out on the table, Jake turned to his friends. “Merry Chri- oh wait, one more thing.” He grabbed the last item out of his hoodie pocket and handed it over to Gina. “Back-up charger. I know your work charger is on the fritz.” Gina looked as if she could cry. Jake beamed. “Merry Christmas, everyone!”

“Merry Christmas,” they all echoed back. Terry walked forward and wrapped Jake in a big hug. The rest of the squad made it a group hug.

As he was eating a cookie and drinking some of the hot chocolate they’d made earlier, Terry said, “Aside from my wife and girls, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be snowed in with on Christmas Eve. I love all my grown up babies so much.”

“Oh, and by the way,” Jake added as an afterthought, “while Amy was distracting you and I was setting all this up, I also called around and they think the roads will be cleared for us to leave around midnight. I know it’s late but it’s better than nothing, right?” Jake said with a shrug. Then he walked to the door of the break room. “Hey everyone, free Christmas baked goods in here!”

As the rest of the officers filed into the room to get in on the food, Jake missed the looks exchanged by his fellow squad. They were all so touched by his attempts to save Christmas for them.

One Week Later

“Can’t believe 2018 is almost over. How crazy,” Charles said as he sat next to Jake’s desk. “What would you say was the craziest moment of 2018 for you?”

Jake looked over at Charles thoughtfully. “Well, I got married. That was pretty crazy. I spent a long time thinking that would never happen. What about you?”

“There was one day Nikolaj brought home a bat for a pet. That was kind of crazy. Okay, next question. What would you say was the most exciting discovery you made in 2018?”

“What?” Jake asked, a confused look on his face. “Why do I feel like you’re just trying to distract me?”

“Me? Trying to distract you? I think I need to change my craziest moment of 2018!” Charles practically yelled at Jake.

“Terry, is it finished?” Rosa called toward the copy room.

Terry strolled out from the copy room, raising an envelope above his head, Gina close behind him. “It’s finished!”

“Good, because Charles is the worst at distractions,” Rosa said with a shake of her head.

“Distractions?” Jake asked, his hands raised in question. “Why are you distracting me?”

Gina, Charles, Rosa, and Terry walked over to Jake’s desk. “Hey Amy!” Rosa yelled toward the briefing room. Amy popped her head out and followed Rosa’s motion to join them. She sat down in her old desk chair across from Jake.

“We just wanted to say a thank you for saving Christmas for us,” Terry explained. The others nodded along with him.

“Oh! Well that was nothing. You guys didn’t have to do anything,” Jake said with a shrug.

“Well yeah, but you didn’t have to do anything for us either,” Rosa reminded him. “If it weren’t for your kindness, Gina’s phone would have died and she’d have made us all miserable for hours until we got to leave here.”

“That’s probably true,” Gina agreed with a nod.

“It was very thoughtful and very moving,” Charles said, staring at Jake intensely.

“That’s funny because I was inspired by you saving our wedding,” Jake informed him.  Charles looked as if he was fighting back tears.

“The point is that we appreciated it and we wanted to show you how much,” Terry continued. He held out the envelope for Jake to take. “You’re dismissed for the day. You and Amy both. We know you helped too, Amy.” Amy smiled as she walked over to read what was in the envelope.

“You guys got us a reservation at that new super nice restaurant?” Jake gasped.

“How did you even manage that?” Amy asked, aghast.

“Gina had to call in a couple favors,” Charles explained. She nodded sadly beside him.

Terry pointed to a point on the letter. “It’s been paid for too.”

“You guys, this is too much,” Jake replied, trying to give the letter back to them.

“Whatever, we’re your friends and we...love you,” Rosa said, muttering the last two words.

“Say that again!” Amy cried.

“The next time you’ll hear it will be over your casket at your funeral.” Jake and Amy both laughed.

“She’s right though, we do love you guys,” Terry said with a meaningful look. “You saved our Christmas Eve so we’re going to save your New Year’s Eve. I know you both hate working it anyway. So take this and go have a fancy meal as you toast to the end of the year you got married.”

Jake and Amy slowly agreed to it. The plan did sound pretty wonderful. They really did have the greatest friends around. The squad stood by the elevator as Jake and Amy left. As the doors were closing, Jake shot finger guns and yelled with a laugh, “Hey guys, see you next year!” They all groaned as the doors clunked shut.

Gina chuckled as she walked back to her desk. “That was actually kind of funny.”

Rosa nodded in agreement. “Yeah, but we can never tell him.”

“This is our new secret,” Charles said as he sat down at his desk. “Our last squad secret of 2018!”

Terry looked around at his grown up babies with a smile on his face. He lifted his coffee mug in toast to them. “Hey guys,” he called. They all looked over. “Happy New Year!”

[amethystdarkwolf]

“Purple looks really good on you”

The first part of the Prinxiety backstory!

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, homophobic slurs

[Shining Veins Au Masterlist]

“Why the hell is this type of shit playing here?” Virgil could barely hear the guy shouting at him with the speakers blaring music right beside him, as well as having his headphones on. He rolled his eyes as he turned to face him, he could only see the faint outline of the obviously intoxicated man, and the bright yellow glow illuminating his veins. He couldn’t help but be disgusted with that color, it reminded him of someone he truly didn’t want to remember ever again.

“Sorry, man this was a request-”

“What kind of faggot would request this kind of shit??”

Virgil narrowed his eyes at him, “Hey man, listen, unless you’ve got a request, I’d recommend that you leave me alone to work, or else I will call security and have you removed.” God that phrase was so routine to him, and funnily enough not many of those threats remained empty, luckily this time it did, and, while flipping Virgil off, the drunk left him alone to continue his work.

It wasn’t even a minute before someone else approached him, by the outline, he could tell that this was a person much taller than him, their veins shined a bright vibrant red, it caught his eye before the person began speaking, “Does that happen? Like, often?” A deeper voice, with a bit of a posh-ish sounding accent, his tone sounded almost exasperated… “Yeah, pretty often actually… Hey listen, I’m not trying to be rude or anything,” Virgil’s mind wandered through the possibility that this person can and would most likely kick his ass if provoked so he tried to be nice, “But I can’t just, casually talk, I need to focus, it’s my job after all…”

The person stepped a bit more into the purple neon light surrounding him,  he was muscular and had a drink in his hand, it was either new or he didn’t drink that much, he didn’t seem intoxicated. “Ah, that’s understandable, but, maybe you could text me at some point?” He asked as he holds out a small piece of paper, obviously torn off from something, it wasn’t lined or anything so it wasn’t like the other flirts he’s seen who have their number in their pocket at all times just in case someone caught their eye.

Which is exactly why, against Virgil’s better judgment, he agreed and took the paper, there was a phone number written on it and a name directly above it, Roman Nocella,  “I dunno, I just might…” He responded with a slight bit of a smirk, Oh thank god he took his medication today or else he’d be panicking so badly… The other smiled, “I will be in suspense then… And, you shouldn’t try to cover up your shines,” That made Virgil’s chest tighten, he hated the color shining from his veins, it was weird, it looked weird on him, it was a slightly darker than the neon purple that was shining on the two of them. Roman continued, “Purple looks really good on you,” Before quickly walking away.

It would be an understatement to say that his thoughts were distracted for the rest of the night, he, of course, didn’t have any sort of romantic attraction to Roman, but he was still objectively attractive, and he had done nothing to warrant that level of attention, maybe he’s been hanging around Logan too much, not everything has a clear concise reason especially when it comes to this stuff. He just sighs as he begins packing up his equipment, the sun was barely beginning to rise and all the guests had been ushered out.

He walked out and to his car, taking a deep breath as he pulled out his phone and the slip of paper. He entered Roman as a contact in his phone but decided to wait until he was more awake to text him, and his medication was wearing off, so now every decision he made was now being put under a huge filter of a mess of possibilities. Damn anxiety… it’s ridiculous. He finally finished packing up and loading everything into his car, before driving home.

He walked up and into his apartment, locking the door behind him and remembering to double and triple check the locks. He glanced towards the kitchen and just shook his head, he was more tired than hungry, he’ll eat when he wakes up. Hastily walking into his bedroom and smiling when he sees his cat curled in the center of the bed, sound asleep, “Night, Noxie…” He mumbled, petting the cat’s soft pure black fur. Virgil thought about texting Roman again as he got changed into something more comfortable to sleep in, but again, the smarter side of his mind won and told him to just do it later…

He set an alarm for himself to wake up in a few hours and remembered to double check the one he had set to remind him to take his meds. He settled into bed, getting scratched a bit by Noctura who was not happy to be disturbed from her slumber, before falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

[Taglists under the cut ask to be added or removed]

Shining Veins Au Taglist: @captainswan618 @crownswriter123 @misslildelaney @an-ace-up-my-sleeves @the-incedible-sulk @quietwords-loudthoughts @biacetrash @happyxstrawberry @k9cat @sonhadoraativa @sea-blue-child @thecatchat @just-an-anxious-mess @allycat31415

Sanders Sides General Taglist: @starryfirefliesbloggo @weirdsthenewnormal @purpleshipper @darkle-elkrad @emo-potato-virgil @kaymischief25 @pinkpandapancakes @blueeyedscorpion @rayndropsonrosez @ts-random-pictures @aurinkari @itsme98z

Prinxiety Taglist: @smedenn @galaxygals

[sanderssidesstuff]

Hecate's Fate- Chapter 7

Summary: Logan again, we meet a few people that help with the quest and we get a clue about our big bad

Last First Next

Warnings: There's a fight, idk what else

Tags: @kitsuneprideleader @captainswan618 @freepaperie081 @migraine-marathon @lexboydfandompanda @what-even-is-thiss @bubblycricket @ace-v-p-d @thatgaydemigodnerd

Words: 1316

Notes: I'm alive! I'm also still laughing about about the first line. See if you can guess who Sol is! Also who the lady is!

Logically Logan knew panicking wouldn’t be helpful, but fear was all that was running through his mind. Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, Logan flicked his wrist and a shuriken comes out, slicing the rope that was holding him down.

"What the frick, Roman? I told you not to step on anything." Roman shrugged and kept walking much to the vexation of Logan. Patton and Virgil were at least waiting for Logan to figure everything out before continuing.

"I thought you knew where we needed to go." Logan questioned, glancing at the tiles for a clue about where to step next.

"I said I might know, but then again we didn’t land in Florida. We’re in Atlanta, I've been to Atlanta a couple times in my life, and most of that I was on a bus." Virgil responded, avoiding another trap that Roman had set off.

"Well I’m sorry, storm spirits attacked- Ah!" Logan was cut off by a large spider that appeared in front of him, "Get it away from me!" Logan scrambled back into Patton who was frozen in fear.

Suddenly Roman appeared and stabbed the spider with an arrow, the spider moved forward and Virgil thrusted his hands out and chanted.

"Σταματήστε την αράχνη!" The spider stopped its movement mid step, Roman came up and stabbed it with an arrow again, this time it turned to dust.

Logan shakily got to his feet, "Thank you, Roman. Now will you stop running ahead, You nearly killed us."

Roman sighed, "If I must, now onward to victory!" Roman started to charge forward before stopping and letting Logan get ahead of him.

After a few moments, Logan led them out of the maze that they were trapped in. As soon as the got out though, the lycanthropes that had trapped them attacked. This time however, Logan was ready, he flicked his wrist and a sliver shuriken that he had came out. It sliced through the first lycanthrope, killing it instantly. In his peripheral vision, Logan saw Roman use the only sliver arrow he had to get another lycanthrope. Virgil used his magic to stop the third lycanthrope and Logan shot another shuriken that stabbed the wolf, he used his new wrist guard and summoned them back. The last lycanthrope dodged Logan’s attempt to hit it and he knocked Roman down to the ground.

"Fighting me is useless. Unlike my brethren, I know how to avoid you demigods." The lycanthrope lunged at Logan, he jumped back, but the lycanthrope managed to hit him in the stomach. The air was immediately knocked out of him and the lycanthrope tried again.

Jumping the lycanthrope landed on top of him, the lycanthrope whispered in his ear, "Athena's spawn, you shall be a wonderful sacrifice to my lady." The lycanthrope was pushing hard on Logan's chest, cutting off his air supply.

"Soon the world will fear-" Logan felt the weight leave him and he he quickly sucked on some air. Vaguely he heard the other three battling the last lycanthrope, all he could think of was what the lycanthrope had said. Who was his lady? Who should we fear? Is she the one who took Hecate? Logan was shaken out of his thoughts when he saw someone waving their hand in front of his face.

"Logan!" Patton shouted, "You ok, kiddo? Wolf got your tongue?"

Logan looked at Patton and nodded, his lungs still recovering from lycanthrope, "I" he took a another breath, "Am ok." Thinking he had enough air, he attempted to stand up.

Virgil shook his head and muttered something about Logan making things worse. Logan finally managed to stand up, his chest hurting from where the lycanthrope tackled him.

"We have to get to your hometown, Virgil are you ever going to tell us where we are going?" Logan stared at the boy in question as he stared back.

"I’ll tell you when I have to." Logan groaned and then calmly breathed in and out, relaxing so that he wouldn’t yell at anyone.

"Ok, we need to get to Florida, any ideas?" Logan looked at his quest mates.

"We could take a bus?" Roman suggested looking in the distance.

"With what money?" Virgil shot back. Realizing how he said it Virgil look at Roman apologetically, "Sorry, lack of sleep. Didn’t mean to snap."

"No, Virgil, you do have a point. We lost most of the money that Chiron gave us, gods know why the dogs needed the money."

"What about this?" Patton held out the hair clip that Gretchen had given him. "Gretchen said to press the gem to summon some help."

Logan shook his head, "We should save that in case we need it in battle or something similar. What about hitch hiking or calling a family member? I know we should avoid phones, but I’m sure at least one of us has a family member near here?" At that Logan noticed Virgil shifted is stance quicker than usual, “Virgil, do you have any family near here?”

He sighed, "My brother goes to Georgia Tech, but I haven’t seen him in almost a year. I don’t know if he’d even want to talk to me."

"Virgil, we can not waste time. If you are ok with it, can we call your brother?" Logan looked at Virgil hopefully.

Virgil opened his mouth then closed it. He was quiet for a few moments before answering, "Get me a phone. I guess we should call him."

Patton and Roman cheered, while Logan looked around for a person to ask for a phone and wouldn’t ask a lot of questions. "Perfect." Logan walked over to an old lady with a peacock jacket waiting in line. "Excuse me, miss? May I borrow your phone, mine died and we need to call my friend's brother to get me and my friends."

The lady stared, "Of course my dear, here, it’s a little old but you can still make phone calls." She hands Logan a flip phone.

"Virgil! Come here, this nice lady is letting us use her phone to call your brother to come and get us." Virgil walked like there were weights in his shoes. Logan held out the phone and Virgil stared at Logan's hand, then takes the phone. He opens it up and dials a number that Logan couldn’t see.

A couple rings went by before someone answered, "Hey Sol? It’s me Virgil." Virgil jerks the phone away from his ear, Logan heard screaming from the other end. "Yeah, yeah I know. It’s been a while. Could you come and get me, I’m at the aquarium. I know how long it’s been, we could see Deepo." Virgil listen for a moment, "I’ve got some friends with me, is that ok? There are three of them" He listened again. "Ok, ok, I got it. I’ll talk to you when you get here. Bye." He listen again and then whispered, "Love you too. Bye." He hands the phone back to Logan.

"Thank you, ma’am." Logan says as he hands the lady back her phone.

"You make sure you charge your phone for next time, Logan." The lady walked away before Logan could respond to her calling him his name.

"I never told her my name." Logan stares at the direction the lady walk.

Patton looked over at Logan, "What did you say, Logan?"

"The lady, I never told her my name." Logan stood there in shock when suddenly he was on the ground, arm in pain. "What?" He looked over to see Roman looking apologetic.

"Sorry," Roman grabbed Logan's arm to help him up, "but our ride is has just arrived. And you were not listening." Roman jerked his head towards a Kia parked nearby.

Logan nodded in understanding and fixed his shirt. Glancing back in the direction of the lady one last time; he climbed into the car.

[thehorde]

We Are Originals

Previous Chapter

AN: A bit shorter, but I’m finally on winter break, so hopefully we’ll have faster updates for a bit :))

Summary: When Thomas stops a young man from committing suicide, he is shocked when they turn out to look exactly alike. Life is not nearly as simple as he thought it was… Humanau, thesidesareclonesau,

STORY IN GENERAL WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, suicide attempt, swearing

Taglist: @anotheranimeaddict @tree4life25 @walrus-flail @countessmissyshort@swiggtyswag19 @michealawithana @fandomsandanythingelse @celiawhatsherlastname @anxious-but-whatever @justanotherpurplebutterfly @bookwormravenclaw @icecoldparadise @thelogicalloganipus @bookwormravenclaw @lizzysperil @lollingtothemax @sunnywithachanceofsunflowers @lynlinked @logicalpasta @moxiety–sanders101 @poisonlyra @itcouldbegay@captainswan618  @freepaperie081 @citygjrl @preyed-llama@soiguessthisismyusername @princeyssash @isdisorigionalenoughforyou@all-the-fand0mz @pailettehazel @omlwhatamidoing  @emerging-writer @loverofpizzaandallthingssweetloverofpizzaandallthingssweet @anotheranimeaddict @redundant-statements-for-400 @ccecode 

Everything: @sanders-trash-4ever @istolelittleredshoodie @redundant-statements-for-400 @lilbeanblr

Chapter 5

Thomas flicked on his kitchen light. “AH!”

Joan smirked. “Sorry.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“I did.” Joan hopped off the counter and flopped onto the couch, and Thomas stood there uncertainly by his front door, keys, and jacket still in hand. “So.” Joan threw their arms into the air.

“... Yeah?”

“Where the heck have you been?” They were acting casual, but Thomas could hear the underlying worry. They weren’t joking around.

Cautiously, Thomas set down his keys and coat and took his phone out of his pocket as he sat down across from Joan. The phone was still waterlogged and broke, but he’d carried it with him out of habit. “I went on a trip.”

“What? Just all of the sudden?” Joan sat up.

Thomas’s stomach twisted. He should tell them. He’d calmed down on the (exceedingly long) drive back here. Logan had made sense, strangely enough, when he was talking to him, but the more he thought about it now, the more ridiculous it was. No. It was much more likely he was one of some… quintuplets. It was rare but it happened, didn’t it? There were those TV shows about octuplets so it wasn’t that insane.

We had found microphones on our phones, in our houses. People were watching us.

That would be the ticket, wouldn’t it? It was proof that something less than normal was going on. Because no one would want to spy on him unless he was part of something like that (and even then clones? No way.).

Joan opened their mouth but Thomas raised a hand to stop them. “Just give me a second, then I’ll tell you.” He picked at the back of his phone.

This is stupid. You’re being stupid and Joan thinks you’re crazy.

Joan got off the couch. “What are you doing?”

I’m checking for bugs because I might be a clone and someone might be listening and studying me.

“I’ve gotta check something,” he said instead. He finally managed to click off the back of his phone. He used to have an apple device, which would not have opened in the back, but he’d lost it a while back. His parents had been nice enough to give them one of theirs.

Thomas’s stomach dropped to his feet. He’d seen enough spy movies. He knew what a tap looked like. He picked out the little bit of metal, a long wire sticking out of it, and stared at it in shock.

“What the heck is that?”

Thomas glanced at Joan and back at the microphone. What should he do with it? It was surely broken after the swim it went through, but how could he know for sure? He stood, dropped it in the sink, turned on the garbage disposal, and ignored Joan’s shriek of protest. “Dude! What are you doing? What was that?”

“It was a tap,” Thomas said. He couldn’t believe it. He numbly turned off the garbage disposal. “Someone… someone actually tapped my phone.”

People were watching us. Studying us.

Thomas grabbed his jacket suddenly. “We need to get out of here.”

Joan stared at him. “What?”

“Please, Joan.” Thomas swallowed. Please listen to me.

Joan slowly nodded. “Okay?”

Without further hesitation, Thomas walked out, leaving Joan to rush after him.

Once they were outside and down the street a bit, Thomas stopped at a street corner and leaned against a crosswalk pole, waiting for Joan to catch up. His mind was reeling.

The entire apartment might be bugged. I need to find the bugs.

“What is going on with you, Thomas?” Joan asked. They’d finally caught up and their eyes were filled with concern.

Joan wasn’t going to believe him.

Thomas instead fished into the pocket of his jacket and handed Joan the one piece of proof he had.

Joan unfolded the photograph. They frowned. “This is…”

“Me, right? Both of them.”

Joan’s eyes flicked around the photo, and Thomas could practically feel the gears churning in their head. They slowly handed Thomas the photo back. “Where did you get that?”

“The guy I saved, the one you don’t think was real, left it when he was changing in my room.”

Joan stared at the photo. He squinted, flipped it over, and back again. “So you… this is… okay. I… this isn’t photoshopped. This is old. I don’t…”

Thomas crossed his arms and waited.

“I… I believe you.”

“It’s- Wait. Really?” Thomas hadn’t expected that. He already had taken a deep breath to launch into an argument.

Joan tucked their hands into their jean pockets. A car passed by and the wind rushed through their clothes. Their eyes were glazed over, thinking. “I don’t think you would go into all this effort for some kind of prank, not to mention, it’s just… weird. So fine. You have a twin.” Joan shook their head. “Consider me completely shocked.”

“Actually, neither of the people in the photo is me.”

“What?”

“That one is Logan. The other one is Virgil.”

A blink. “Okay let me see that again.”

Thomas handed it to him and Joan squinted at the photo once more. Joan’s skepticism might have been comical if Thomas’s stomach hadn’t been rolling around like a ship in a storm. People were watching. Someone tapped his phone…

Don’tpanicdontpanicdon’tpanic

“You’re telling me neither of these guys is you. There’s more than one twin.”

“Four,” Thomas answered quickly. “There are four others, actu-”

“Four?”

Thomas sighed. There wasn’t time for this... “Yes. Four. I know, it’s freaking me out too. But we can’t stay here right now-”

“Why not? You’re a quintuplet and you didn’t know?”

Okay, so he hadn’t really accounted for this. He pocketed the photo and grabbed Joan by the shoulders. “Look, we can talk about this later. Right now, we need to figure out if there are more microphones in my apartment.”

Joan’s mouth dropped open. “That’s what that was. Why did someone bug your apartment?”

“I don’t know.” Okay, so he had an idea, but Joan was having a hard enough time processing the idea of quintuplets. He could talk about the clone thing once he figured out what he thought about that himself...

Joan glanced up and down the street. They chewed their lip. “Okay, Thomas. You’ve got me. This is a really great prank and you get all the props, but please stop now.”

Maybe he should. Maybe he should just pretend he was making this all up. Maybe it would be easier to just deal with this by himself… He glanced away from Joan, a lie on the tip of his tongue.

But Joan’s face crumpled. Thomas had waited too long. Or maybe Joan saw something in his eyes. They backed up from him and pinched between their eyes. “Shit,” they said quietly. “Shit, you’re not lying. How the hell are you not lying?”

Thomas didn’t really have a response to that. Instead, he ducked his head and fingered the photo in his pocket. “Ah, um. You know what? I’ll deal with this.” He started back toward the house. “This is my problem. I mean, it’s probably just a mistake. Like… the government tapped the wrong house or-or, I dunno.” That was the lamest sentence he’d ever said in his life and going by the expression on Joan’s face, they thought so as well. This was better alone, Thomas forced himself to think. He’d do better just figuring this out. He didn’t…. Thomas clenched his jaw and walked faster.

But Joan didn’t let him walk away. They jogged after him.

“Woah, woah, woah. No.” Joan grabbed his arm. “We’ll figure this out. Maybe it's not like it looks.”

“And what exactly does it look like?” he snapped. Thomas sure as hell didn’t know.

Joan hesitated.  “I-I don’t know. But I’m not going to just go home.”

Thomas stared at him. Why on earth would he want to get involved in this mess? “Joan, I’ve got it. It’s my-”

“-problem. I know. But don’t be stupid. You have literally no idea what you’re doing.” True enough. “We need to slow down. Think about this. Figure out a plan.”

“O-okay.”

Joan gave him a smile back in return. “So… what’s the plan?”

Thomas looked back at his front door. His stomach rolled again. Maybe this was paranoia. “We… dismantle the house as quietly as possible? I dunno, Joan. This isn’t supposed to happen in real life.”

“You’re telling me.” Joan pursed their lips and crossed their arms and they both stared up at the door. “Maybe… you come stay at my house until I can google how to fix this.”

Thomas’s eyes widened. “Joan, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t be stupid. You’re freaking out. I’m freaking out. You have four brothers that look just like you. Your phone had a microphone in it and your house probably has a bunch as well and we don’t know why, and I need you to take me through everything you’ve done since you found uh…”

“Virgil.”

“Virgil. Since you found Virgil. You are coming to my house.”

Thomas hadn’t really registered it before, but there had been a knotted, twist in his chest that was making it difficult to breathe, but in Joan’s words, it loosened and Thomas nodded. He was so tired. What did he ever do to deserve a friend like this? A rush of fondness flew through Thomas.

“Come on.” Joan threw an arm around his shoulders and they walked back to where Joan’s car was waiting. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Thomas tried to speak, found he couldn’t, and ended up just nodding and swallowing. He tried again. “T-thanks, Joan.”

“You know it.”

To be continued...

(some tags aren’t working and I can’t figure it out so I am so sorry if it’s not working!!)

[roxymorondraws]

I was tagged by @teddybearofdeath

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke

2: Disney or Dreamworks: This is hard, I'd probably lean more towards Disney. 

3: Coffee or tea: Tea!

4: Books or movies: I'd like to say books, but I don't read as much as I used too (Beside fanfiction)

5: Windows or Mac: Windows

6: DC or Marvel: Marvel, the only DC has going for it is their villians

7: Xbox or Playstation: Playstation

8: Dragon Age or Mass Effect: PORTAL!

9: Night owl or early riser: I'm a bit of both.

10: Cards or chess: Cards

11: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.

12: Vans or Converse: converse

13: Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: I have no idea who they are

14: Fluff or angst: I like angst but nothing is better than cavity inducing fluff

15: Beach or forest: Forest.

16: Dogs or Cats: Cats

17: Clear skies or rain: Rain.

18: Cooking or eating out: Eating out

19: Spicy food or mild food: Mild like no spice at all..

20: Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: HALLOWEEN!

21: Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot (and no the winter coats and AC’s are not an option) A little too cold.

22: If you could have a superpower, what would it be: The ability to get the ideas in my head onto paper. Or perfect pitch

23: Animation or live action: Animation

24: Paragon or renegade: Paragon

25: Baths or showers: Showers

26: Team Cap or Team Ironman: Team Cap.

27: Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Sci-Fi

28: Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? If not do you think you will in future?

 'Talk about a splitting headache' - the Blue Power Ranger 'One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas... How he got in my pajamas I'll never know' - Groucho Marx 29: Youtube or Netflix: Youtube!

I tag @elphaba-in-the-tardis @captainswan618 @artemisredican @amelia-friend and @gwendolynnby

[galwithalibrarycard]

I was tagged by @captainswan618, thanks for the tag! :)

Answer 8 questions and tag whoever you want 
Last movie you watched: My parents and I tried to watch this Oscar-nominated stop-motion film called Anomalisa, but it just turned out to be really creepy. 
Last song you listened to: The Chain by Ingrid Michaelson, because I discovered a cover by Dodie Clark and Hazel Hayes on YouTube and the song’s been in my head ever since. (Incidentally, it’s a pretty good Beadick angst song for the breakup part of Lolilo when Bea realizes she wants to forgive Ben. I mean- “So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore. And if you come around again then I will take the chain from off the door.” So good! I love the soapy heels part because it goes really well with Beadick canoodling in bathtubs.) 
Last book you read: I just read this amazing graphic novel called Lumberjanes, it’s about a group of cute girl friends at a summer scout camp, and most of them are canonically queer and two of them are dating each other and another one is trans and they all fight monsters and solve supernatural mysteries together and I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Getting my hands on the next few books ASAP. (Also I read a terrible Nancy Drew graphic novel on the free comics site I just found, just for fun, but I didn’t want to talk about that, because LUMBERJANES.) 
The last thing you ate: A healthy knockoff fruit rollup. 
If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be: I’m pretty happy being here in my bed right now, but I’d also love to hang out with my Internet friends in person! So I’d like to be wherever they are I guess.  
When would you time travel to: I’ve never been super interested in time travel, to be totally honest with you. But maybe I’d just go back to the 90s or early 2000s for the nostalgia. 
Fictional character you would hang out with for a day: I wanna hang out with April, Jo, Molly, Mal, and Ripley from Lumberjanes and fight monsters together!

I’ll tag @bisexual-meme-thief, @of-flowers-and-sunshine, @peterdonaldson, @seaandstardust, @greatestvoyagehistoryofplastic EDIT: ooh and now that you’ve liked this post @echojar if you want to do this too I’d love to hear what you’re watching/reading/listening to these days too, I should’ve tagged you before! :)

[captainswan618]

oh my god everything is circular. everything in the world is about cycles. you are the little girl walking through the woods and you are the wolf coming after her. you are young and sheltered. you wear the cloak of death itself. your only friend is your grandmother. you know your friends are looking out for you. you are the frightened eyes and you are the pointed teeth. you want to stray even though everyone has warned you not to. you stray but you stray together. you are helpless. death met you and wanted you to live. perhaps you met you and wanted you to live.

all of it has already happened and it will always be happening. you smile hungrily, you back away in fear.

[captainswan618]

what will this show throw at me next lmao

[captainswan618]

Omfg Scheherazade just gave them the signoff they’ve been trying to find all season: “See you in the stories”

[captainswan618]

this came to me in a vision

[captainswan618]

my life is in shambles because I keep randomly thinking about ineffable husbands moments and spontaneously bursting into tears

top three offenders:

“you go too fast for me”

Aziraphale’s face when Crowley saves his books

Crawly’s face when Aziraphale says he gave away his sword

[captainswan618]

I wake up, I think about Rose Tyler, I do my little tasks (derogatory) while thinking about Rose Tyler, I think about Rose Tyler some more, I go to sleep, and the cycle starts again. The only thing left is for me to dream about her

[captainswan618]

I was thinking this epilogue feels like a fanfiction, and I just realized…that’s because it is

[captainswan618]

pay’s good. weekends. you agree. reblog