#dad's computer✨

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tech support kitty

[i-cant-sing]

I loved the new chapter! Thank you for publishing it! I’m just wondering how a modern Baldwin and Saladin would act

hmmmmm interestingly, i think modern day Salauddin would be a self made billionaire, probably has his own business he started from the ground. He's still a practising muslim, he still keeps his gaze lowered with the opposite gender, hits the gym so he has good built but not like buff. Rejects proposals left and right (until you came along lol). Still plays chess with you, buys you a whole WARDROBE full of khimars, abayas, niqaabs (if u wear them) but they're made of the finest materials and from luxury brands only. spends a lot of his wealth on charity and especially on gaza and palestine. I also think that he besides horses, he has a black kitten at home that he adores because she's so brooding and he spoils her to no end. he has a cool collection of cars, goes to monaco often for the f1 races (he has his own team too), and he also goes to deserts with his Arabian horses for races and takes part in polo games often (and he's also very good at archery). Chess is something he's reserved to playing with you only.

Moodboard for Salauddin:

Modern day Baldwin would probably inherit his dad's business- he's basically a trust fund baby but he still is very smart and his IQ is off the charts. But he's not like a genius gone crazy. No, no- he's still low key himbo, high key golden retriever bf who has managed to expand the family business 1000000X times. His work rival is Salauddin's company but he's also Salauddin's self proclaimed bestie. I like to think that he goes to church on sundays with the fam and all the ladies are just fawning over him there- and he KNOWS, he's got this charming smile on his face as he passes by them and hears these girls sigh dreamily. Idk why but he also gives off the vibes that he's crazy good at calisthenics or parkour (has given sibylla and his dad multiple heart attacks when they caught him hanging off the edge of the roof), so he's got a good built too. He has a car collection too but he prefers bikes. Oh and his bikes are 👌✨ pookie bear just loves to cruise around the city on his bike with a speed that could possibly lead him to God. also donates a ton, to gaza and palestine too. i also think that since his family is like old money, they more than likely have contacts everywhere including the government. and since they're soooo rich and resourceful, government agencies tend to ask them for help often. so i think that Baldwin with his high ass IQ has done a lot of undercover operations for cia and i also think that he had developed an interest in computers from a young age so he's really good at hacking and stuff, he's got dirt on everyone and everybody and has solved so many cases from the comfort of his home, all while remaining anonymous.

moodboard for baldwin:

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A Gay, A Lesbian and A Bisexual man drunkly experience the ‘Spock in heat episode’

Quotes pending:

(‘He hasn’t eaten at all in three days’) “We love a bottom prep queen”

(*Spock throws bowl*) … silence… “Na because Spocks kinda hot-“ “OKAY DADDY-“

“Why is everyone in blue eye shadow. Pop off I guess but what did we run out of other colours?”

(‘Mr Spock comes with me please’) “Not the angry dad pose!-“ “OKAY CAPT DADDY-“ “Please god stop!”

(‘You mean the biology of Vulcans?’) “Fuck I love the 60s it was so gayly dramatic” “You would have been fucking bricked back then-“ “Yeah but in a gayly dramatic way-“

“No because is it really fuck or die?! What in the fanfiction?” “This was the start of fanfic!” “This explains so much”

“So are Captain Kirk and Spock gonna fuck or what?”

(*Spock crushes computer*)… silence… “Don’t you fucking dare-“ “Daddy?” “STOP”

(‘She is T’Pring. My wife’) “FUCK OFF”

“I’d bring you two along if I had a fuck or die ceremony” “I would rather you didn’t” “Lesbian Whore”

(*T’Pring rejects him*) “Fuck off she can’t be gay too!” “Oh I love a lavender marriage”

“The same fucking blue eye shadow again!” “No because it’s actually growing on me”

“Wait is this where that gay sand gif comes from?”

“THE KIRK TITTY SLASH!” (Loud cheers)

“Fuck they really are gonna fuck in the sand” “How did they get away with this?” “It was the 60s man everyone was rainbow repressed”

(‘It’s a triox compound to help you breathe’) “You on the poppers last night” “Truth”

(‘T’Pring explain?’ ‘ Specify.’) “What A fucking queen” “I love her” “One for you lesbians”

(‘JIM’😃) “Well get out the porn it’s official I ship them too” “Are they eye fucking over the doctor?” “Wait I think he’s into it”

“No because imagine getting called back home because your horny af and then you fuck your boss to death-“ “They didn’t actually fu-“ “DID YOU NOT WATCH WHAT WE JUST WATCHED!” “My boss is called Dave… I’d choose death”

(Season 2 Ep 1: Amok Time)

P.s. and yes this is the same friendship group were my Star Trek OS ‘incorrect quotes’ series come from ✨🏳️‍🌈

[orangemochafrapp]

A humble offering of Sebastian headcanons from my fic universe because I am ✨bored✨ without my laptop to write on and need some sort of creative outlet 🫠

Generally SFW but has some touchy subjects like parental death:

26/27 years old when farmer comes to town.

5’10” (not massively tall but not short king either, Sam is definitely the taller one)

Last name Banks (still has his dads name unfortunately)

Dark, brownish almost black eyes.

Robin was 19 when she had Sebastian, married his father quickly because she was pregnant.

Bio dad lives in Grampleton.

Until he goes to jail for reasons (Sebastian and Robin had to testify against him eventually take that as you will) (then he dies in prison whoopsie)

His parents split when he was four, Robin got a restraining order from his dad (also take that as you will)

His dad remarried pretty quick after the divorce when Sebastian was three to a woman only 16 years older than Seb.

Meanwhile, Robin remarried when Sebastian was four and had Maru pretty quickly after (4-5 year age gap between them) and they moved to Pelican Town then.

Hair is naturally black, just like his dad (Robin gets sad looking at him sometimes).

Speaking of hair like his dad, he looks exactly like his father. Literal carbon copy.

Started getting piercings when he turned 18 to make himself different from his father, started with ears which he then started to stretch. Then industrial in his left ear. Then lip ring on the right side. Then tongue piercing.

Also started his sleeve at 18. Regrets his first tattoo, think roses and clocks, that stereotypical sleeve all guys get. But he adds to it later on and makes it a story about his growth.

Has full sleeve from shoulder to wrist on right arm.

Left arm is a half-sleeve with a Robin on it.

Very self-conscious about his body, hates showing his tattoos off and always wears his hoodie. Sam continuously asks him what the point was of getting tattoos if he isn’t even going to show them off.

Defends himself by saying he’s pale af and doesn’t wanna burn (he’s right, he does burnt to a crisp then turns lobster red after like 2 minutes in the sun)

Won’t admit it but he’s a big fan of nu metal. If you ask what his favourite band is, he’s gonna say Gojira, but deep, deep down, he knows it’s Deftones.

Smart af but subtle about it, let’s Maru take the credit.

Has no issue letting his personal hygiene go for a day or two if he’s deeply absorbed in a project. Bro won’t even eat or stop to pee if he’s on a tight deadline (pissbong iykyk)

Did manage to move to Zuzu City with the money from his father’s death but even though he likes the peace and quiet of living alone, he found it way too isolating and extremely overwhelming so comes home after a year. He does miss the diverse cuisine the city has though (much better than the limited options in Pelican Town)

Finally decided to study and get a degree in computer science when he turns 29.

Once he’s qualified, gets a proper big boy job at a video game development company. Ends up becoming lead programmer.

Love language is definitely quality time. Eventually also becomes a fan of words of affirmation but he really struggles to believe anyone telling him something positive about himself for a long time. But just spending time together whether it be on the docks, watching a movie or playing Solarion Chronicles? He thrives on it.

Hates PDA with a passion. The thought of anyone watching him hug or kiss or hold hands? Mortifying. In private though is a huge cuddle bug.

[murderandjambalaya]

Stick figure hcs!!!

It’s been a while since I got on tumblr and I STILL haven't posted, like, anything about my hcs (except for old writing from before I switched accts & devices but SHUSH WE’RE NOT LOOKING AT THOSE), so here’s some stick-focused world building stuff (mostly the hollowheads)!

rambles. Very much rambles. Only some coherent rambles. This is your only warning.

WTF IS A GENDER

Most sticks are closer to drawings or computer programs than humans, and their perception of gender reflects this! A few sticks across the outernet might take on more traditionally human genders, but most sticks see gender and pronouns as a fluid extension of their personality and self-expression. How attached a stick is to their gender varies from each individual to the next. That being said, most stick figure “genders” are more like pronouns (or lack of them) + flavors. My flavor hcs for the sticks (or at least the ones I have a clear idea of) are: (EDIT - this was supposed to be gender flavors and it slowly flew away from that but it’s long enough that I don’t want to delete it. I am so sorry.)

Red- uses she/he, cat videos, brainrot, bright blue artificial dye, time-out corner, three yo-yos at once

Orange- uses xe/xem, Yippee, Power of Friendship, orange juice mixed with caffeine in a Monster Energy can, loaf of bread, Take On Me music video but make it cosmic horror

Yellow- uses she/they, raccoon covered in car grease holding a wrench, ridiculously thick goggles+gloves, tism, curious. A bit too curious. Why are you googling “how to get away with arson.”

Green- uses he/him, disaster bi, theater kid (only derogatory during the influencer arc), WHAT’S UP DEMONS, it’s ME, yaoiYA BOI, Siren by Kailee Morgue

Blue- uses all prns, witchcore, “my farmer gf- or as I like to call her, my crop top,” if their eyes open yk you’re fucked, LET HIM COOOKKKK, rhubarb & lemon, Willow from ToH, 🫵rehab

Ourple- uses he/they, moth, capitalism, product is dairy free (father has not returned with the milk yet), “hello, Zuko here,” you’re literally broke how do you have so many suits, anxiety, Cavetown, flower crowns, psychological warfare, “DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG*ugly sobbing*”, birb. Birb is love. Birb is life. grisp the birb.

Chosen- uses he/him (anything but ‘it’), Shadow the Hedgehog, Falling in Reverse, Transcendental Cha Cha by Tom Cardy but make it the seven stages of grief, Sobbing on the Ground, *pac man noises*, traumacore, Alan gave me depression bc he knew otherwise I would beat him in hand-to-hand combat at 14, eats pizza crust-first, coffee as dark and bitter as my soul, cornered stray dog, 🇺🇸F🇺🇸R🇺🇸E🇺🇸E🇺🇸D🇺🇸O🇺🇸M🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🍔🍔🍔🍔🍟🍟🍔🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸

Dark- uses he/they (‘it’ when the mission code is in control), Murder, “spider-man, spider-man, does whatever a- OH NO NOT THE CHILDREN,” the crackling sound of a circuit board being broken in half and emitting sparks, ✨extra✨, shoplifting from Hot Topic on a Thursday, I’m Gonna Kill Santa Clause by Danny Gonzalez, masculine but like in a peacock way, knife pronounced “kuh-NIFF-eey”, chaos, the Sillies (aka bloodlust so strong I could commit a felony. Perhaps even multiple felonies.)

Vic- uses she/her (annoying local qpr always wearing the same gender), a woman politician???!!/pos, I’ve been near you for five whole minutes when are you going to murder me already, wet cat, tears, fluffy blankets, bones, space, I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot.

MT- uses he/him, musty crusty Old Man, *eyebrows widen in surprise*, Flashbacks to The War, beefing with literal children, Dad Jokes, dust, depression

Agent- no time to Gender, never beating the loyal dog allegations, lost all whimsy in The Great Fire of 1941, “I just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYY,” ink, crunchy, fucked-up lil guy/w bg explosions for dramatic effect, IM SMITH SHADY YES IM THE REAL SHADY ALL YOU OTHER SMITH SHADIES ARE JUST IMITATING SO WONT THE REAL SMITH SHADY PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP

Mitsi- uses she/her, Girlboss, actually the woman ever, paint, daffodils, ashes, earl grey tea, :3 “friend-shaped”

Gold- uses all prns, ash baby, space but it’s a liquid that will suck you into it, LET ME OUT, crayons, cotton, sunlight, glitter, sand, Minecraft end poem

Corndog guy- money, corndogs, repressed godhood, Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Did any of that make any sense? Admittedly, no. Am I saying that if you bit into Red, you would taste artificial blue dye and cat videos? Yes. Absolutely. For added fun, read these like Ao3 tags.

WTF ARE THE HOLLOWHEADS

In my hcs, the hollowheads are not siblings *coughcoughchodarkpropaganda*. However, Vic and Cho are practically twins. Why? A hollowhead’s physical appearance (since I usually draw them like Fleshy Human People) is mostly determined by their creator’s intentions when creating them. Alan can only see them in stick form, so their appearance being shaped by his intentions is kinda like how ppl have hcs of their ocs that are still a part of them even though they’re only in the creator’s head and haven’t been drawn yet. Vic and Cho are so similar bc they’re only in we’re both drawn as punching bags, even though Cho was a challenge and Vic was a training dummy. Sec didn’t actually have a comprehensible mortal form until xey found RGBY (just picture an Eldridge Horror exploring Alanspc when TSC was first introduced) bc Alan created xem without any intent to make xem alive or any idea of what xey’d be for who xey’d be, so TSC is Art. Literally. Xey embody art itself. That’s why xeir whole green glowy power is so effective, it’s not meant to be an offensive measure, but a large part of the outernet IS art, so xey have a very wide range of control (or xey would have, if it was what xe wanted when xe realized it. Xey find more purpose and joy in just existing with xeir friends. Xey connect and create. It’s xeir whole thing).

A hollowhead’s appearance is also heavily shaped by the attachments they make, most notably their secondary colors. Their second color reflects the deepest attachment they make. When a hollowhead is first created, before they make any attachments, their second color is clear. The hollowheads’ pupil/irises being different colors would also make them blind until they form an attachment (light passes through clear stuff instead of being absorbed by it), and by that logic, even while attached, most hollowheads are some form of colorblind. Vic has never not been blind while Dark is the only hollowhead with Rainbow Premium™️. Second’s secondary color is Green, Chosen’s is red, Dark’s is black, and Vic’s was white but faded mostly back to clear with hints of silver (after Misti’s death, Vic kinda self-isolated and got addicted to the VR memory tech). Attachments forming appearances is also the reason why Sec is the only one with a cursor ahoogie. Vic has a large, cursor-shaped scar on their back. It fades while Mitsi helps her heal, but starts growing again once she starts blaming the cursor for Mitsi’s death. Sometimes, during her really bad flashbacks, her old cursor scars will start to show up on her skin, even though she has a new body with no scars each time she’s drawn. Chosen still has all his cursor scars. They function like normal scars. During his terrorist years, Cho also gained a “halo” after seeing the one on the Angel of Death poster. With each attack, he’d gain a few small, jagged, triangular red arrows floating around his head. Dark thought they looked cool, but Chosen would sometimes feel like they were poking him. Cho would gain more arrows per attack as the destruction went on, having an overcrowded full-on halo by the time he stopped killing sticks. It hurts a lot, these days. Sometimes, when the sunlight hits it just right, the halo flashed purple. Although his other powers remained unaffected, Chosen’s fire started to burn a little redder after escaping the PC. After the Showdown, it sometimes burns his hands. Just a little, not so much that he can’t use it anymore. It just hurts when he does. The same thing happened with Dark’s fireballs. They got darker as time went on. Dark only has a few scars. The star-shaped one on his neck only gets deeper. When under the mission code’s influence, Dark’s secondary color reverts to clear and the whites of their eyes go black. With the virabands on, Dark’s pupil/irises turn red. During the Showdown, they had red pupils and black eyes. The virabands also project six small screens in front of their face which look like eyes with the same coloration. These projections act as a targeting system for the virabots, give quick stats on how many are functional, track the location of the other band if only one is being worn, and look really fucking cool (according to Dark).

OK THAT’S PROBABLY ENOUGH FOR ONE POST, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

[strewwwberry]

I just read this: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65016871

And now I'm taking it further and thinking of a "Shen Yuan somehow knows literally every dangerous person in at least china and at most, big named people globally due to being #rich kid that's just kinda there, but also knows everything about everyone" au

Anywho lets start with the logistics of how and why Shen Yuan (modern au) knows so goddamn much!

And coz I'm not a pussy (/j do whatever you want, you not a pussy for doing shit differently) my reasoning ain't gon be "he's nice, #mothervibes"

(But he is mothering dwdw)

and I am a pussy in that as real and well done as it is I cannot STAND his internalised homophobia, so in this au he got drunk and kissed a guy in college, and freaked out and came out within the next year thanks to a stubborn sister who's fed up with his bullshit and one SQH who’s here for the ride

(also in this au he was a shut in in middle to high school, went through a red pill phase, and was dragged out of his coffin in college which ended up being a purifing and liberating experience of finding out ✨people don’t give a fuck about you or anyone else (usually)✨ especially tired young adults who just found out what a mortgage is and trying to survive on instant noodles and expensive coffee they cannot afford at the best of times)

Anywho back to the topic, he knows #everythingabouteveryone because he is nosy A.F. Mixed with learnt how to code and did a lil hacking during his shut in years coz he watched the matrix once and he was just like “ooohgg strange computer numbers”

Like teenage boys do (I’m serious Ive heard at least 5 stories of guys who have gone through this exact childhood experience with varying success)

And because of this whenever he meets anyone EVER for 1 full conversation (incredible I know, a singular convo? Scary /srs)

And immediately digs up everything he can find which usually ends with him digging up dirt and yada yada

Now, how does he even get the chance to have these convos with powerful, rich, dangerous #wattpad male lead people?

This is mainly because of the fact he HAS to go to those rich people meet up parties, usually entailing rich people and “up comers” tryna gain connections, but can also delve into high up criminals tryna make connections with the tax evading sorta rich which is most definitely at least some of SY’s family

(The one thing about his life we actually know about apart from having a younger sister and two older bros, is that he rich rich so ima take that and run)

Before we carry on, here’s my idea for how the “business” is set up (can be skipped but I thought so hard to write this so feel bad for me and let me guilt you into reading :D)

Dads side: great great grandparents grew up modest, not rich not poor, just in a loop of sorts, and decided to run a restaurant together, over the next generation (great grandparents) would expand with more restaurants, and the next (grandparents) would go further into hospitality with a hotel company opening up, and then his father and uncle would go to upkeep all of this.

Mums side: grandmother(GM) was an anesthesiologist, grandfather(GF) worked in pharmaceutical, they got married and decided to open their own pharmaceutical company, which GM was (rightfully) worried about as she got paid really well (becoming an anesthesiologist is rough and tryna transition from that to pharmacy is a massive risk and can be a downgrade payment wise) but she did so anyway in the name of ❤️love❤️ and apparently power of love worked coz now they rich rich coz of it; mum, her 2 older sisters, and younger brother would go to carry on the pharmaceutical business

Mum and dad met at rich people gathering thought hey you kinda cool and joining would only make us richer! Marriage of convenience that worked well enough!

Sy’s oldest brother and second oldest where fighting for dad and uncles business in hospitality coz they thought it would be easier (highlight thought, easier or not it’s still not easy lmfao) and their father wanted one of the boys to inherit his stuff anyway (older bro won and hired his younger bro as second in command out of both care and pure spite), and their mother had already decided that when they get a girl she’s inheriting the pharmaceutical company (angsty time for familial pressure 🤭 and suddenly sy’s weird relationship with sexuality and gender is being unraveled verrrryyyyyy slowly)

Anywho back to sy, he’s the weird 3rd son not involved in any inheritance so his parents want his gain connections to try and figure out where he can go and still live comfortable (in normal people terms, rich rich with a literal house in his name fully paid off and literal servants despite it being (checks notes) 2017(?))

And because of this he’s going around meeting; newly wealthy people, old money people, big named people, and, you guessed it, dangerous mofos (dangerous in a sort of this business is totally not a cover for a loitering drug money scheme for triad gangs😄!)

And the reason he knows shit? Mans is stubborn he decides if he wants to find out this persons shit? He’ll find out even if it kills him (he says not realizing how literal that statement can be until he’s in too deep)

And I’ve lost my train of thought so imma make this part 1 and link next part below

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[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

James (Jim) Lanagan

Species: Chantilly-Tiffany (Black) Cat

Accent: Californian

Role:

Marin Kelp’s Personal Assistant (Job)

Grad Student (Coding/Photography/Graphic Design)

Tech Specialist ~

Streamer (✨Professional Gamer✨)

Relations:

Aster & Jesiah Lanagan (Mother & Father)

Emily Scarlett (Fiancé)

Jack Gram (Best Friend)

Professor Marin Kelp (Assistant, son/grandson figure)

Emma Jade (Friend, Older Sister Figure)

Personality:

4am isn’t early

(Honey you still haven't gone to bed yet . . . you were supposed to stop streaming two hours ago . . . you have work in an HOUR—He like me fr)

Yoga

Tai Chi

I’m on 10 mugs, it’s 6am

Plant Dad

Computer Wiz

(Poor Kelp does NOT know how to use a computer smh)

Spoiled~

Theater / “Disney” Adult

Streamer (At least 30K on all his Platforms, 2M on PawTube — Streams Games with his girlie~ — Mostly Horror/Silly Nonsense Co-op games)

Acts like the hip younger brother to Emma (He’s got so much tea on her and she hates it! Little bro's am I right?? X3)

Would be a great dad <3

✨ Old Design ✨

(Literally the only picture I've drawn of him TvT)

Digital Illustration Time: 4hrs 2min

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

[jonquilyst]

Day 0 - Introduction

🎵 Dear Mom and Dad, I’m doin’ fine. You guys are on my mind… 🎵

Welcome to the premiere of THE 2ND SEASON of Total Drama Sims: the hottest, freshest reality TV show on simblr. I'm your host jonquilyst, though if you tuned in to the show last season, you'll already know who I am!

14 more teenagers have gathered to put their wits, guts, and strength to the test to seek out the ✨ grand prize. ✨ Like last season, they will compete in crazy challenges, deal with less-than-perfect living arrangements, and face the judgement of each other!

🎵 You asked me what I wanted to be, and I think the answer is plain to see… 🎵

🎵 I wanna live close to the sun. Pack your bags 'cause I’ve already won… 🎵

Allow me to give you the grand tour of the no-longer-abandoned film lot we claimed for this season! Instead of cabins, contestants will be staying in these cramped trailers, just like actors on set! There's one for each team with 7 beds each and complimentary bathrooms.

Our mess hall is a bit less rustic than the one we had at the summer camp, but it's got that same ol' charm with 2 dining tables and a small living area for everyone's convenience!

Now, on to the fun part: replacing the shoddy outhouse, our contestants' destination for providing their juicy confessionals will be a makeup trailer right behind the trailers! Get used to it: it'll appear every single day with a different contestant providing their thoughts.

And finally, the auditorium! This will be the site of our ever-so-exciting elimination ceremonies. In front of it is the walk-of-shame, where losers will say goodbye to Total Drama Sims to catch the lame-o-sine at the very end!

🎵 Everything to prove nothing’s in my way. I’ll get there one day! 🎵

Now, allow me to formally introduce you to our 14 new contestants!

(from left to right; top to bottom)

(also fun fact: the poses are all different this time, so everyone's portrait is truly unique to them!)

ASHLEE SCHAEFER (she/her) by @shmoodlet - A rap artist who always wants to be the center of attention

BRODY SHERMAN (he/him) by @aniraklova - A football captain who loves to party and cause mischief

COFFEE BEAN (she/her) by @riverofjazzsims - A gloomy and introverted polyglot who was entered into the competition by her twin sister so she can have more typical teenager experiences

DREW PINTO (she/they) by @witheringscreations - A talented track athlete who wants to make friendships outside of those she trains with

ENZO ESPINOZA (he/him) by @seyvia - A handsome model who wants to prove to his brothers that he's the most exceptional sibling

FLO HARPER (she/her) by @akitasimblr - A nosy "rebel" (she only dresses the part) who secretly loves to bake

HANS SOMME (he/him) by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants - A physically gifted, socially inept snob who doesn't think TDS will be that hard

LIANA MORRIS (she/her) by @bloomingkyras - An introverted computer whiz who chose to compete in TDS so she wouldn't have to go to her grandparents' house

NEAL WARD (he/him) by @nakasumi-sims - Son of famous actor Judith Ward. Judith signed him up for TDS2 so he could be occupied while she's filming overseas

PAULINA CALLAWAY (she/her) by @cowplant-ate-my-sim - A cheerful girl who signed up for TDS so she could have a free vacation

TAKASHI ABBOTTSFORD (he/him) by @stargazer-sims - A friendly and talkative boy who thinks he'd be good at TDS due to growing up in a large chaotic family

TONI STROUD (she/her) by @simsinfinitylt - A creative and imaginative thespian who is determined to make a name for herself

TRISTAN BACHMAN (he/him) by @micrathene-w - A snarky academic genius who accidentally arrived at TDS when he was meant to go to his academic decathlon meet

WILLABELLE LOWES (she/her) by @invisiblequeen - An overachiever who is confident she'll win TDS

🎵 I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE FAMOUS! 🎵

Wait... What About Teams?

Yea... about that: teams will be sorted a little differently this season! Instead of randomized teams right away, they are being formed after the first socialization day, when everyone has time to form relationships! Shortly before the first challenge, two people will be selected at random to be the "captains" of the teams. From there, they will select their teammates schoolyard-style (alternating between boys and girls) based on their relationships with the other contestants!

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🦌✩ oc content ✩🦌

TEEN/PRE-CRASH TORIA ALVAREZ 🦌✨⛪️

🎶 american teenager - ethel cain // mis-shapes - pulp // this town - trixie mattel

🌎 moved from tennesse to new jersey when she was 12 with her three younger brothers and her step-dad, had a puerto-rican immigrant mother and a 3rd generation cuban father.

⛪️ raised as a catholic by her highly religious mother, carries her beliefs with her into the wilderness and believes that everything that is happening is a punishment from her god.

🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 (this was a "family" emoji but currently it's looking like four crazy emojis on my computer so if it's that for you... don't pay attention please) loving yet strained relationship with her mother marisol due to her various untreated mental illnesses, toria watched her step-dad alejandro kill her father matt by running him over with a truck when she was ten, she told herself she enjoyed it very much. she loved her step-dad more than anything and hailed him as her and her brothers’ saviour from their abusive father. their family had suffered extreme physical and mental abuse from matt her whole early childhood, and he 'haunted' her for her entire life, appearing in her dreams and on the faces of the villains in the horror movies she so loved; out of her siblings, she was the only one who remembered his face. her mother left her step-dad after she found out what he did, and alejandro took the kids and moved to new jersey, running away from his crime. her brothers are called mateo (two years younger), jameson five years younger), and simon (seven years younger).

🏫 always very popular in school, charismatic and pretty and kind. she loved soccer ever since she was small but her mother would never let her play, however when she came to new jersey her step-dad signed her up for a team. she played the position of striker and was always one of the most enthusiastic players on the team.

♥️ she realised she was bisexual when her step-dad brought home his first girlfriend after her mother, but found herself more frequently attracted to men than women. she’s very flirty and has had crushes on a few of the yellowjackets team (namely mari and nat). however she was always completely intrigued by misty and thought she was really cute in like,, an insane way. and who knows! in the wilderness those feelings might develop a little more…

☹️ she struggled with insomnia since she was very little, and has always been prone to hallucinations in her dangerously overtired state, she always brushed these aside as they were very often of her father, but she experiences serious spiritual psychosis in the wilderness and starts hailing them as a sign from her god. she also has very poor self image/body image as she thought from a very young age (not from any particular outside influence, just like… the patriarchy) that her only worth was in her looks; so she had battled with orthorexia and body dysmorphia her whole life, and never particularly told anyone about it.

🏡 she lives by herself through most of highschool since her step-father's passing via mugging. her brothers are sent back down south to stay with her mother but social services gives her the option of staying in wiskayok for the next 3 years until she's 18 to finish her high school diploma. she downsizes to a trailer that the local government pays for, it's very nice there with kind neighbours and a short commute into school, but she often finds herself very lonely and guilty about 'abandoning' her brothers. not to mention being so angry at her step-dad for leaving her alone.

👯‍♀️ best friends with @artificialroux’s gwyn!! they met from going to the same girl scout troup when they were in middle school, and very quickly became ‘besties!!’ in the way only pre-teen girls can. they very often have girls nights and sleepovers as toria gets very lonely at home, and she sees gwyn as a refuge from her loneliness and guilt, as she never feels self-conscious around her (something that is very rare). they watch romcoms and gossip and make milkshakes together <3 she also finds herself close to jackie (by extension shauna) and taissa, as she feels like-minded to the two of them (plus her and taissa used to secretly date back at the beginning of highschool, so they have that understanding between them). she often gets into theological debates with laura lee (catholic vs. protestant) but overall they enjoy hanging out with each other and possess the same core beliefs.

🎭 she's really into movies, specifically horror, and has always had pinups and posters of her favourite films and actors. she dreams of becoming a director and does theatre club and yearbook in school. her and misty bond over this, as misty shares her love of musical theatre, especially shows that have roots in horror such as phantom of the opera.

🎥 brokeback mountain (2005) // fear street: 1994 (2021) // bones and all (2022)

yellowjackets oc darlings: @artificialroux @dippindotties @moonyvvamp @natscatorcciosgf @puppybutcher @ohno-people @barblisa @favstxlenkssxs

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Glasses - Stories of the Shaw Pack

Characters: Angel/David

CW: None; Fluff

Written in December 2023

Summary: David keeps getting headaches and Angel suggests he gets glasses

Can be found ✨here on Ao3✨, written by moi (cyan_bug37 on Ao3)

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Angel heard the growl from David’s office. Being curious they stopped putting the dishes away to go see what was wrong with their mate. They briskly walked as another series of annoyed muttering filled the house.

“Davey?” Angel knocked on the doorframe. “Are you okay?”

David swiveled his office chair around, rubbing his forehead. Angel came closer, wondering if he somehow hurt his head.

“I’m fine, Angel,” David grumbled.

“Why are you grumbling then?”

“My head hurts.”

Angel confusedly frowned, “Again?”

David got up from his chair, rubbing in between his eyebrows. He walked toward the kitchen.

Angel picked at their nails and followed. What could be causing these headaches? They come and go. . . and it seems it only really happens when he’s. . .

“I have an idea of what might be causing your headaches.”

“What?” David sighed as he opened a cabinet, still fixated on finding ibuprofen for his headache. He grabbed out a bottle and squinted to read it.

“You need glasses.”

There was a long silence as David paused. He moved again to open the bottle but still didn’t reply. He looked to see how many he needed to take, but the pain worsened and he scrunched up his eyes.

“Angel, can you tell me how many I can take?” Angel took the bottle out of his hands, and poured out the correct amount. David quickly swallowed them and put the bottle back.

“This is just proving the point,” Angel continued.

David scoffed. “I don’t need glasses.”

“Yet you can’t read what the pill bottle says, and you can’t look at your computer screen or notes without forming a headache.” Angel leaned back onto the counter.

David leveled his gaze with them, “It only has happened a few times.”

“This week,” Angel added. “And this happened last week, as well.”

David rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna go back to work.”

Angel dejectedly sighed at his response. While David was good at making sure he was healthy, he rarely accepted things that meant he wasn’t at his top performance. They followed him again.

“David.”

This caused him to freeze. They never called him that.

“Go see the eye-doctor. Please? For me?” Angel got close enough to put a hand on his arm. He scanned their face before nodding.

“Okay.”

- - -

The next week, David had set up an appointment with the optometrist. He didn’t want to believe that he needed glasses. He was as healthy as he could be. He made sure he exercised, ate the right food and vitamins, and he could still see things just fine. How could he need glasses? Would his mother have needed glasses? He didn’t remember his dad having any. He was a shifter, weren’t they supposed to have the best eyesight?

David made a note to try out shifting later to see if he still had good eyesight in that form.

His appointment came and went, and to his annoyance, he needed reading glasses. He picked out the frames at the end of the session, and was told they would send him his pair in the mail later that week.

Angel kept pestering about his appointment later that day. They immediately went out to find him in the kitchen, only taking a moment to take off their shoes at the entry, and asked what the doctor said. He had told them that they were right.

“I’m glad I could help,” They smiled. David counted the seconds, already knowing what his mate was going to ask next.

“What frames are you getting?”

David crossed his arms, “Not telling.”

“What?! But I suggested that you should go to the doctor in the first place,” Angel exclaimed, wrapping their arms around his middle. “Don’t I get to know what my stunning mate will look like?”

David’s face heated up at the sudden dramatic display. “It’ll be a surprise for you.”

“But I don’t like surprises.”

A lie. They liked surprises when they were the ones doing the surprising and not being a nosey, but endearing, snot. “You’ll have to like this one.”

Angel groaned into his chest. David chuckled and placed a kiss onto the top of their head. He held them for a moment longer before suggesting they start working on dinner.

The whole time, Angel kept getting distracted by imagining and guessing what frames he got. Were they rectangular? Circular? Both? Did he get a fun color? Probably not. Black? Golden? Silver?

“Can you at least tell me what vibe you give off when wearing them?” Angel wondered.

“Vibe?”

“Yeah! Like are you stoic, more than you already are? Does it make you look preppy? Do you look like a professor? Does it make you look like an old man?”

David laughed. “You’ll see. They’ll be here by the end of the week.”

- - -

Saturday came and Angel practically squealed when they grabbed the box out of the mailbox. They raced back inside.

“Oh Davey~” They sang. “Look what came in the mail!”

Angel went into his office, and brought it to his desk where David was sitting.

David pursed his lips as he opened the cardboard box. His eyes settled on the contents within. His glasses came in a boring, black case, with a free sample of cleaning solution. He opened up the case and took out the glasses.

He undid them carefully, as the unfamiliarity of the glasses made him wary of holding them. He looked over at Angel, who nodded encouragingly.

David placed them on his face. The rest of the world was blurry, but he could see his papers without feeling like his eyes were straining.

“Do they work well?” Angel quietly asked him.

“Of course, they work well. I went to the optometrist for them.”

Angel smiled, “No, I mean, do you like them?”

David turned to look at Angel, finding that their face was too blurry for his liking. “Yeah. What do you think of them?”

“I think you look handsome and intelligent,” Angel replied. David slid them down to the end of his nose, so he could see the rest of the world normally.

“Now you look like a hot college professor,” Angel laughed.

“You’re such a perv,” David commented. “Come here.”

David led their face down to his and gently kissed them.

Angel carded a hand through his hair before leaning to kiss his forehead. “I’m glad you won’t be having so many headaches anymore.”

David hummed in agreement, and turned to go back to his work. Angel began to walk away, but changed their mind.

Angel grabbed their phone out of their hoodie pocket.

“Hey, Davey? Look.”

David turned confused. Angel quickly took photos before giggling a “thank you” and running away.

David dragged a hand down his face thinking of all the trouble they could be causing. He gave a small smile before focusing on the spreadsheet again. Moments later, David’s phone started ringing. Asher. He swiped open the call.

“Nice glasses, big guy!”

He immediately hung up.

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As always, I have no ownership or rights to these characters, stories, or franchises. I write this to appreciate the content Redacted ASMR/audio makes. Anything I write is not official in their stories, other than using moments from the original story line. I make no profit from this.

Please don't steal.

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗…𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕), 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃*𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝙽𝙸. 𝙱𝚞𝚑-𝚋𝚢𝚎. 𝙰𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕…)

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It was currently 2:00 in the morning. And the only things keeping Donatello Hamato alive at the moment were cans of Red Bull, Dr. Pepper and a slice of pizza. And by ‘slice’, he means the entire box.

Which…the more and more Donnie thought about it, that was a hell of a combination to consume for the rest of the night. Also super duper concerning. But it kept him 101% awake, so he couldn’t really complain all that much.

But why was the young scientist staying up so late you may ask? The second youngest was currently working on the de-mutagen mutagen to un-mutagize Mr. O’Neil (try saying that 10 times fast). The tallest turtle has been engrossed in the project for weeks; his eyes have been stuck to his computer as if someone glued them there.

But…why would Mr. O’Neil need ‘de-mutagen mutagen?’ Well…you, my friend, ask the good questions at the wrong time. You see, Donatello and his brothers kinda…maybe…accidentally…spilled mutagen on April’s Dad…

Accidentally! Accidentally. It wasn’t really as bad as it sounded. I mean, how would you react if you saw your Dad turn into a mutant and start flying all over New York? Pretty cool, right?

…Alright. Maybe it was as bad as it sounded.

Turning April’s Dad into a bat…creature-like…thing wasn’t a part of the plan in all honesty. Which was why the tallest turtle of the four was so stubborn on getting this freaking blob of green slime disgustingness finished.

I mean…it was him and his brother’s fault that the scientist got mutated in the first place. And as well as Donnie knows, that’s April’s only family she has as of right now. And that just makes this whole mutation situation (<- hey that rhymes) even worse.

Donnie knows all too well what it’s like for a family member to go missing out of his control. I mean, have you met him? Or literally anyone in his household? It wasn’t out of the ordinary that they would (or could) get kidnapped, captured, or held hostage from time to time.

I mean, the sky’s blue. The grass is green. They get taken from away each other on a daily basis. Duh.

…Anyways; steering away from that sad but true fact, Donnie’s family was, well, his family at the end of the day. His comfort.

And so to just…take that comfort outlet April once had and not do anything about it seemed…inhuman.

I mean, he wasn’t human…not human in the slightest, really. But you get his point.

Huh. And…speaking of family, if Leo was in the second youngest’s room right now, the young leader would’ve said some statements along the lines of: ‘Donnie! Sit up! Your backs built like a shrimp!’ or ‘Don! Stop typing and sit up straight before your back looks like a crooked tree!’

And in all honesty? He should probably fix his posture. But Leo reminding him every millisecond of the day makes him not want to…

Besides, it’s not like he was using the computer for shits and giggles. He was using it because he needed to use it. Because he had to use it.

I mean, the more and more he thought about it, wasn’t it really his fault in the first place? He was the genius. He was the scientist. He was supposed to know the answer to every. single. problem.

Even if the problem was…well, himself.

But what could he even do at this point??? April cut all contacts with him, Mr. O’Neil could be who knows where, and Donnie just ran out of pizza!

Triple. kill!

Well…perhaps using that kind of phrasing isn’t appropriate at the moment, but your picking up what’s he’s putting down, right?

…oh God, he’s starting to sound like Leo…that’s how tired he was.

The scientist groaned, resting his head on the table and rubbing his arm in irritation.

My gosh did he miss sleep.

Even if he got, like, 3 hours on a daily basis…it was 3 hours of sleep! Which is something he rarely got anymore since everything has happened.

He rubbed his arm a tad bit harder, glaring at his computer screen as if it was the most disgusting thing to ever make way on this planet.

And that’s saying a lot. I mean, have you met Raph?

The purple banded turtle sighed in pure annoyance, tapping his other finger on the desk in a repetitive motion.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

At least this he can do without screwing it up. Like he’s done with absolutely everything.

Donnie tapped faster.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

“You look like absolute sugar honey iced tea, broski.” Donnie jumped at the sudden voice, stumbling out of the spinny chair he was sitting on as he grabbed his bō staff which was planted on the floor. He drawed the staff, only to find his baby brother with his hands slightly up in a surrendering position.

“Oh. Hi, Mikey…” The taller turtle relaxed, dropping his staff in complete exhaustion and sinking into his chair like he wasn’t about to chop the other into pieces.

God, did he want sleep...

“Why are you up so early, Dee? It’s, like, 3 a.m. now…” The youngest turtle asked as he walked over to his older brother, pulling up another spinny chair as he sat next to him.

“Late. Why am I up so late. Morning technically starts after midnight. However, 3 a.m. is way too early to be considered part of the daytime. For most of the world, it is still dark outside at this time. And so, 3 a.m. is considered night.” The purple banded turtle rambled. Mikey blinked in confusion at his brother’s rebuttal, rolling his eyes playfully, “Nerd emoji…”

Donnie didn’t even counter the remark. He wanted to, obviously. Sibling bickering is a thing, y’know.

But he had to finish this cure even if it killed him. And how the way things were going, he would have to be revived 14-15 times in order to complete it.

Mikey looked at his older brother worriedly, seeing how focused and entranced he was on the computer. And usually? That would’ve been an amazing thing. Like Mikey here, Donnie would tend to hyperfixate on certain things and spend hours upon hours researching and de-coding and…

Well, you get the idea.

But ever since April stopped talking to them completely, Donnie’s been so…prone to figuring out a way to cure her Dad.

If there even was one…

And the youngest couldn’t even remember the last time he saw his immediate older brother in a bed. Sleeping. And that made the youngest worry. Worry beyond repair. And if you didn’t already know, he doesn’t do worry. That’s Master Splinter’s job…if you weren’t able to tell by all the grey/gray hairs.

“You're doing the tappy-tap thing; you only do that when you're nervous or stressed about something...” Mikey randomly said out loud.

Well…not entirely randomly.

Anytime the second oldest would do that, he would usually end up moving his hand down to tap onto his thigh, and then the light feeling would be overwhelming for him and so he would start scratching…

It was a domino effect that Mikey really didn’t want to go down if he didn’t have to.

The taller teen looked down at his left hand and…sure enough, yep. He was rubbing and scratching and tapping his arm like some crazy crack addict. He adjusted them so they were in his lap, trying not to fidget with any part of his body but soon started bouncing his right leg. “Sorry…” He mumbled.

“Wha-? No…you don’t need to apologize. I just didn’t want you to hurt yourself, Dee. That’s the only reason why I pointed it out.” Mikey rambled comfortingly, frowning a little bit as he saw Donnie’s face in a scowl. The elder’s hands tapped on the desk again, his nails gripping onto the table as he did so.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Mikey glanced at his brother sadly. He’s never seen Donnie this upset before…and that made Mikey worry. And again, Mikey didn’t do worry.

The blue eyed teen went into his pajama pants pockets and grabbed a rubix cube. He honestly completely forgot he had it in there and just happened to remember in this exact moment, but perhaps it was a good thing he forgot.

Because it was obvious his big brother needed it right now.

Mikey gave the other the cube, which he gladly accepted. The taller turtle frustratingly solved the cube…not because solving the cube was frustrating, but because he was frustrated with himself.

“You…wanna talk about it…?” The youngest asked gently. “No…no not really…” The older said as he looked at his computer blankly, solving the cube.

My gosh he needed sleep. And he knew he said that a couple times already but being tired was starting to get…well, tiring!

And you know what the worst part of all of this was?

He did the best he could.

The best he could muster wasn’t enough but at least he tried. Saving the world every day and night sometimes didn’t always go as planned.

But was that good enough? No. Of course it wasn’t. But at least he tried. He always tries. There hasn’t been one mission he hasn’t at least tried to do his part.

It's just kinda hard when you’re a 5'8 mutant turtle that the whole world is afraid of and yet you save their asses each and every day.

The irony…

And on top of it all, he hasn’t been making a smidge of process.

The mutagen still looks the exact same as it did a week ago. And the week before that. And the weeks and weeks and weeks before that…

“Dee…” Mikey started, looking at his older brother with sad, pleading eyes. “No. Stop. Don’t look at me like that.” Donnie scowled, “I’m not in the mood to be pitied.” Mikey returned the cold stare slightly, crossing his arms loosely, “Well, you should be in the mood to sleep.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Like hell you’re not.” The smaller turtle laughed bitterly, although nothing at the matter was truly ‘haha’ funny. More so ‘what the actual fuck— go to bed’ funny. “Your eyebags literally have a whole story arc right now. A plot and everything. You can’t tell me your not even a smidge sleepy.”

“That’s hilarious. It’s almost like I just did.” Donnie spat, glaring at the rubix cube as he continued to solve it.

The freckle faced turtle sighed, “Just…look. Listen to me for a sec, okay?” Donnie solved the cube, putting it on the table as Mikey held his hand.

“I know that your work is important to you. And I know you feel responsible for Mr. O’Neil’s mutation.” He started, squeezing Donnie’s hands comfortingly, which caused the elder’s hands to untense a bit, relaxing in the other’s hold. The smaller turtle smiled at the small but impactful motion.

He started up again, “We all do. But we’re not gonna get any step closer to figuring out the cure if our #1 scientist bro keeps working himself to death...”

“And by the looks of it? You’re 50% there…” The younger said as he let go of the other’s hand, getting a better look at his face. “How would you feel if I stayed up working on this all week? Wouldn’t you be worried?”

“You’re not smart enough for that.” Donnie mumbled, a small smug smile on his face.

Mikey gave his brother a playful punch to the shoulder, rolling his eyes playfully as his older brother laughed, tears welling up in his eyes. The blue eyed teen’s eyes widened in surprise, looking up at him.

“Are those…happy or sad tears…?” Mikey asked. “Probably both.” Donnie snickered, wiping away his tears, “Sorry. You know how emotional I get when I’m tired…”

The smaller teen hummed in acknowledgement, resting his head on the taller teen’s shoulder. “How about this: I’ll stay with you in you’re lab to help you go to sleep.” He offered, a small reassuring smile on his face as he looked up at Donnie once again.

“Okay…but what do I get in return?”

“A good night sleep.” The younger deadpanned.

“Touché…” Donnie hummed, now too tired and too emotionally drained to argue at this point. He yawned, standing up from the chair as the action was soon being followed by the other turtle in the room.

“Do not kick me while we’re lying down, got it?”

“Nooooo promises, bro-bro…”

.

.

.

.

.

.

“Okay…I feel utterly ridiculous.” Donnie mumbled as he crossed his arms in Mikey’s hold. Since Donnie couldn’t sleep, the youngest thought it would be a great idea to give him a hug just like their Dad did when they were turtle tots. Which, was to basically hug them from behind while the turtle being hugged was lying down slightly.

It helped them sleep on hard nights…and it seemed like Donnie was having a hard night.

“Don’t be. It’s alright.” The youngest smiled reassuringly, giving his brother another tight squeeze. “Dad did it exactly like this! You’ll fall asleep in no time!”

“Well, Dad’s a 6'2 mutant, Mike. You’re 4'6 while I’m 5'7. This hug is nothing but just pure awkwardness...”

“I’m 4'10!” The smaller mutant corrected, obviously offended by the false statement.

“Then I’m 6 feet tall.” Donnie chuckled.

“Okay, Mr. Wise Guy! Do you want this hug or not?!”

The elder chuckled, making no further comments as Mikey hugged him. The two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company as the quietness overtook the room.

“I’m…sorry for being such a dick earlier…” Donnie murmured sadly, “I wasn’t being bitchy on purpose…I was just…” He paused, trying to figure out what he was going to say before suddenly losing the train of thought. “Stop thinking so hard. You’re gonna hurt your big brain.” Mikey pouted, poking Donnie in the cheek a couple times.

“And don’t worry about it. I didn’t take it personally. You were really agitated and tired so you had to let your Alpha male come out. No shame in that.”

“Still. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. So I’m sorry.” Donnie simply mumbled, before blinking in confusion a couple of times, “Wait. Did…Did you just call me an…Alpha male?”

“I sure did.” Mikey beamed proudly.

“Ugh…I hate you so freaking much, y'know that?”

“Suuuure you do. I’m the Alpha, I’m the leader, I’m the one to trust…” The youngest started to sing, rocking himself and Donnie side to side as the eldest tried to get out of the hug. “Ihi rehefuse to get comforted by ahan individual thahat knows thahat atrohocity by heart.” He snickered.

“Oh come on! I think I’m a pretty good singer!” The purple banded turtle only rolled his eyes at the comment, scoffing lightly, “Meehee and yohou hahave different definitions ohof thehehe word good…”

“Fine then! I’m a great singer!” Mikey challenged.

“Lihihike hell yohou are, yohohou bihig oaf.”

“I’m shorter than you, Einstein!”

“Doesn’t mehean your nohohot bihig…” Donnie mumbled giggly but smugly.

The youngest glared, jabbing Donnie in the side, causing the russet eyed turtle to shriek loudly in surprise. Mikey giggled, poking Donnie in the sides repeatedly. “The Boo scream from Monster’s Inc goes crazy, bro.”

“M—Mihihichael!”

“That’s my name~! What’s up? You need something?” The orange banded turtle asked teasingly, peering down at his brother who was now squirming uncontrollably.

“No? Well okay then…” The youngest mused as he continued to wreck his brother. “W—Wahait! Wahait! Ihihi’m gohonna wahahake eheveryone uhuhup!” Donnie squealed, leaning against his little brother’s chest as he squirmed in the hold.

“Then stop laughing then.” The younger one huffed, smiling even more as Donnie’s blush increased in volume and size. “Buhut you’re tihihickling me!”

“I think that sounds like a you problem, dear brother of mine. Maybe you should try being less ticklish and it wouldn’t happen to you!”

Donnie’s giggles became more frantic, turning his face to hide in Mikey’s side. The younger smiled at the shy gesture, ceasing his tickling for a moment.

“I promise I’ll stop when you want me to, okay?” Mikey said with a soft smile on his face; which, was nice and all but at the same time why did he have to be so nice about it???

Donnie nodded embarrassed, preparing himself physically and mentally. “Oh! And thanks for opening this spot for me, Dee.” The smaller mutant giggled as he scribbled his fingers against the crook of Donnie’s neck, which made the taller turtle flail around and try to hit him. “Hehey! Hey! That's not very nice!”

He pulled one of Donnie’s arms up and wiggled his fingers directly in his underarm. “NAHA— *hic* NOHOH!” The older cackled as he desperately tried to pull his arm back down as he hid his face deeper in Mikey’s side. The blue eyed mutant awed teasingly at the sight, chuckling to himself as his big brother laughed his heart out.

“NAHAT *hic* THEHERE! PLEHEASE!” 

“Nahat thehere?” Mikey faked gasped, “What about…right here~?” He giggled, squeezing right above the other turtle’s hip bone. Donnie kicked and squirmed as more hiccups followed.

“Awh…is my big brother tickwish~?” Mikey said as he buried his face into the crook of Donnie’s neck, giggling as the older’s cackles began to increase in volume at the teases. “ShuhuHUT yohOUR’E *hic* TRAHAP!” The purple banded turtle shrieked, trying to push at his baby brother’s face to try and stop him.  

“You’re hiccups are adorable, big bro~!” Mikey cooed, now noticing how red Donnie’s face have gotten due to all the laughing and teasing. Mikey stopped tickling Donnie but his face still remained in the crook of his neck, smiling at the giggly mess he made of his older brother. Donnie glared while laughing, pushing on his baby brother’s face.

“StaHAP!!! Stohop…”

“I’m not even doing anything!” The other laughed as he hugged Donnie, rocking him back and forth again.

“Lihiterallty dihihie…” Donnie giggly grumbled, trying to wipe off the grin happy smile his brother plasteed on his face. “Yohohou’re. the. absolute wohorst…” He giggled tiredly, curling in on himself as he swatted his baby brother away from him. 

“Now…do you wanna go to bed or should we…” The orange banded turtle trailed off of his sentence, looking down to his elder brother whom’s eyes started to droop.

“Pff. 'Night, Dee.”

“Mhm…”

Donnie relaxed in Mikey’s hold, which made the younger one’s eyes soften greatly. He pulled out his phone, taking a picture quickly and going into the family’s group chat:

👁💀👺💥Teenagers who are Mutants who are Ninja’s who are also Turtle’s🍕🌝🧫👼

Yo 😼😼😼

Mikey???

What are you doing up so early?

>:3

Ur lucky Don isn’t online here Leo

He would go on a full on RANT abt the ‘late’ and ‘early’ bs

I’m aware…

So what’s up, Mikey? You okay?

Yeah💕💥!!! I’m fine!!!

Just wanted to tell you guys that I’m in Don’s room catching some ax’s ✨✨✨

WJAT??

BAHAH EXCUSE ME

CAN I JOIN

NONO STUPID AUTOCORRXT

Z’S I MEANT Z’S. AS IN SLEEP

S L E E P I N G

LIKE SNOK MIMIMI TYPE STUFF

Jesus…

Mikey. Never do that again.

IT WASNT WVEN MY FAULTT

SO DOES THAT MWAN NO AXES???

SHUT UP, RAPHAEL

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕!!!

Oh grow up, Raph

Yeaaaaah Raaaaaaph, grow up 🙄🙄🙄

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕‼️‼️‼️

Anyway 😾

I came into his room bc he was working on the mutagen thing

Oh…

Poor Don.

He’s been working on that thing for ages

Thanks for doing that, Mikey.

I’m sure he appreciates it.

He better

My shell hurts from supporting his big ass

DAMN

Just go to bed, Mikey— b4 Leo kills the both of us

Love ya bro

See u when u and Don wake up

Love you guys too 💝💘💖💗💓

Mikey smiled as he turned off his phone, putting it on Donnie’s nightstand as he relaxed against the bed frame. He rubbed his brother’s shell comfortingly, humming a small tune softly.

“Hey, Mike?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for this. I…didn’t know how much I needed it…thank you. I love you.”

Mikey smiled brightly, squeezing Donnie a tad bit tigther, “Love you too, Don. Now go to sleep before you become more wrinkly than you already are.”

“Oh, fuck you…” Donnie chuckled, drifting off to sleep along with his little brother.

Things weren’t perfect. I mean, they never will be. They never would be.

But being apart of a team means your never alone.

And being apart of a family means you’re never alone.

And as long as Donnie had his…he’d be quite alright.

He can finish the mutagen later…as of right now, he needed to go the fuck. to. bed.

And thanks to Mikey, he can finally do that.

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(P.S.: If you enjoyed this fic, please consider reblogging!!!)

[deadandwalking]

📖The Dark Novella System🌙

hiyaa :D i’m Francis, the host of the Dark Novella system!

here’s some things you should know about me and my system :3

⭐️ We are a monoconscious, mixed origin, dawnium system!

⭐️ We are fictive heavy, with most of our fictives originating from some kind of horror media

⭐️ We form new members a lot and swap quite easy

⭐️ @fictives-and-assorted-fools is our plural blog

⭐️ The body/host (me!) is 16 years old, Trisgender Notgirl, and uses She/They pronouns and feminine terms. I am proudly Irish and suffer from ADHD, BPD, Depression, Selective Mutism and possibly more :’)!!

⭐️ My best friends rn are Alldyn, Cody, Finn, Felix, Ray and Calypso! love you guys <3

⭐️ I go by many names but my main ones aree Francis, Chris, Meg and Nancy, or if you’re a close friend of mine, Frankie :3

⭐️ Fictionkin to Nancy Thompson (A Nightmare on Elm Street), Chris Redfield (resident evil) and Meg Thomas (dead by daylight) <3

⭐️ I am Fictionhearted/Soulbound to Offenderman and Freddy Krueger :p if you don’t like that then get smited ig

⭐️ Alterhuman :3 i identify WITH, not as, Computer Viruses, Angels, Robots and Dolls. i identify as a zombie and a ghost.

⭐️ My favourite colours are pink and green !!! :3

💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

Online family :-

Felix, Alldyn 💫 Siblings

Tiresias, Polites, Elias, Simon 💫 Big brothers

Rayner, Simon, Hezekiah 💫 Grandpas

Vanilla, Robert 💫 Dads

Callum, Lico 💫 Little brothers

Percy 💫 My sweet cheese, my good time boy

💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

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DNI LIST!

please stay away if you are:

🌟 Terfs, radfems/radqueers, homophobes and transphobes etc

🌟 Anti furry, anti endo, anti otherkin etc

🌟 If you’re gonna hate on my “problematic” alters, begone!

🌟 People who attack paraphiliacs. i believe that is a mental illness and if they manage it appropriately, they shouldn’t be shamed

🌟 On that note, paraphiliacs who act on it. you’re just fuckin gross

🌟 Cop supporters, trump supporters, israel supporters and all that. fuck you.

🌟 Anyone trying to start syscourse. i do not wanna do that.

🌟 People who will put me in The Hole. CALLUM. /j

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Things i like!! :3

💫 Creepypasta!!! i grew up on it and it’s so special to me. especially the Slender brothers :3

💫 Slenderverse too!! EMH and APC/TAG are the best.

💫 Mouthwashing !!!

💫 Indie horror in general. fnaf, batim, ddlc, bbieal, all that stuff :3

💫 Arcane >:D

💫 The Amazing Digital Circus, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, and Candle Cove <3

💫 A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET <33333 also Psycho, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Conjuring, and all horror movies really :3

💫 Rastamouse and Tawog :p

💫 History!!!!! especially World War 1. it’s my pookie.

💫 Cherry Bombs, Salutes, Consumer fireworks

💫 Dolls and Puppets! very awesome :3

💫 My ocs! Danni especially <3 and Buddy he’s my bestie trust

💫 Lia <3

💫 My fps <333333333

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Other blogs of ours

✨ @m4sk (Angel’s personal blog!)

✨ @ask-offy (Fen’s personal blog!)

✨ @responsible-intern (an ask and rp blog for Grey Zare, an oc from Mouthwashing)

✨ Ask for: Manny’s blog, DBD and Arcane rp blogs, ANOES rp blog, any others

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[keewu]

The Seven Deadly Sins if they were in a zombie apocalypse

So this is an AU, so none of their normal powers and shit, JUST ZOMBIEESS!

Meliodas: He's a 29-year-old military officer. Oldest of the group and the leader. He has that PTSD from the war he served in. A survivalist, the only one who has like "experience" in situations similar to a zombie apocalypse. Kinda like the dad, keeping everyone in check.

Elizabeth: A 26 year old nurse. Of course the medic, always gotta bandage everyone up. Totally the mom of the group. Can't fight at all though so she needs protecting. Meliodas and her definitely met when the outbreak started then later the others joined.

Diane: She's a 24 year old dancer. The others were super surprised when she boxes a zombie right in the face. Meliodas saved her and she fell in love with him, later though she falls for King. Can't really do anything except fight. But she's always happy so it keeps everyone from going depresso expresso.

Ban: 27 year old theif (yes theif) He stole kings wallet the first time they met. He and king from that point on cannot stop arguing, they are literally a walking zombie alert. So the others shuts them up on a daily basis. Steals alot of supplies from random people (and King ofc) that the group meet. Tried to steal Merlin's shit once and let's just say it didn't end well. He's the chef and cooks all the food.

King: 28 year old Botanist. He's the only one who can actually grow crops. Ban and Melidodas once tried to spray "special plant growth" on Kings crops, turns out it was just poison and all the plants died. Since then no one gets to touch his crops. He can't fight for shit though.

Gowther: A 23 year old computer programmer. The group just kinda found him wandering on the street and took him in. 100% autistic ofc, but we all know that. Him and Merlin are besties (totally not projecting what I wanted to happen in canon) He helps her with all her science shit. Knows alot of weird random facts that he just starts rambling about. In the middle of a fight with zombies "did you know Australia is wider than the moon?" Cut to King almost dying. Can fight but doesn't cause he says his nails will get dirty ✨

Merlin: 25 year old chemist. (Wanted her to be younger than Elizabeth so they can have that sister bond) the group raided a super weird facility and found her just kinda chillin' with all her science shit. Everyone was suspicious of her at first but she's to helpful not to take with. Tries to make a cure or atleast a medicin against the zombies but it's really a cover to just dissect the zombies. Meliodas found her with a bunch of severed zombie limbs one time and now she's banned from experiments (won't stop her though)

Escanor: Was the last one to join. He's a 22 year old poet. Fell for Merlin as soon as he saw her. He's horrible at fighting. But he does help King with his crops, king says eacanor is the only one who can touch them. Likes to bake and when they find sugar he will make the best desserts. Will give his share to Merlin because he knows she loves sweets.

[theanonymousninja247]

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks: Baby Clothes

Scenario: You’ve just handed said Rise Aged Up Turtle a tiny baby outfit. Whether your child, a niece, nephew, sibling or just some infant you saved from the streets, just know there is now an itty bitty baby human within your general vicinity you are now taking care of

*Rating: Milk🥛(aka for anybody)*

Raph🧸❤️: Tears. Just. So. Many. Tears. Makes Niagara Falls look like a trickle. This man is literally loosing it, hand over mouth can’t stop staring at the ridiculously tiny piece of fabric in his hand. It’s barely the size of his fingers.

…Sweet Pizza Supreme in the Sky…

ItS BaReLy ThE sIzE oF hIs FinGeRs.

You find him hunkered down in his room immediately after the news, surrounded by the remains of over a dozen, half started knitting projects, tears still on his face as he tries to fathom the very idea that something can be that small.

He’s been trying to knit the perfect baby blanket, but his anxieties start to take over every time he starts over. He worries the material is gonna itch the baby’s skin. Is the baby gonna suffocate if the stitches are too tight? Will the baby drown in fabric if he makes it too big? Will the baby get too cold if it isn’t big enough? etc etc etc…

You’re gonna have to talk him down a little bit because he’s gonna work himself into a frenzy getting ready for the baby.

Donnie🤔🟪: Just looks at said article of clothing. Looks back up at you, face slightly pinching in confusion, then back at the outfit. Cue a slow curious thumbing of the fabric. Slow blink. Body suddenly freezes. Eyes comically begin to grow wide. (Give him a second, give him a second; he’s computing) Before his head suddenly snaps back up to stare at you and then almost frantically back down at the garment as the realization hits. There’s no outwardly facial reaction, but the tell tale sign is that his hand fumbles for his goggles as suddenly he’s going full inspection mode.

You are more or less not surprised when the article is met with immediate disdain.

Cue Donnie spending hours researching the best materials for baby clothes. They’re going to be 100% organic and made of the softest and most sterile fabrics he can find. And if he can’t find any brands that suit his high class fancy, well he’ll just design a machine to do the job himself. He’s not the founder of Genius Tech for nothing.

This small infant will be associated with HIM of all people and a such deserves nothing but the highest quality. The best of the best for the best. Obviously.

Your child will be the most finely dressed child of the century after being in the hands of Donnie for more than 5 seconds. There will be a fashion show. Period. Being a baby never looked this good. 

Leo✨💠: Realization that slowly unfurls like a blossom in the morning sun. This turtles face is so bright with excitement when it finally clicks that he literally becomes the sun for like solid minute it’s just that big. However that smile immediately folds into that signature cat smirk that warns of nothing but impending deviousness.

Your child is in trouble, for it now lies in the hands of an evil mastermind, hell bent on causing tomfoolery that will last through out the generations to follow.

He’s always wanted to leave a legacy, and he will seize this moment and milk for all its worth. 

All the dad jokes. All of the horrible groan-inducing, eye-rolling, awful puns. All the stupid slapstick, low brow kind of humor are now practically plastered to your child’s clothing. He thinks he’s the funniest person alive and will do everything his power to infect said child with the same vein of humor.

Also, be warned of leaving your child alone with this man, because if left to his devices for too long, you will receive an unfathomable amount of memes and edited baby photos of your child and Leo in hilarious re-enactments scenes.  

Mikey🎨🧡: Pretty sure a missile just went off Because the squeal of excitement that erupted from this turtle was the only warning you got, before you were all but tackled in a hug like a rugby player, pretty much burst not only the sound barrier but your ear drums as well.

There! Is! So! Much! Excitement!

It. Can. Not. Be. CoNtAiNeD!!!!

It’s literally oozing out of him and man practically reverts into a child himself as the foundation of curiosity is exploded, and you are all but drowned in a relentlessly loving sea of questions. He wants to know EVERYTHING. All the time! Because he just - he just -he just can’t wait! All this time to prepare for another little bundle of joy!  It jumpstarts his creative spark in a way you have NEVER seen before. He now spends his time religiously spent in three locations: locked in close and glued to your hip, a culinary cabaret in which you are very much the honored guest who just has to taste test his newest recipe (your taste buds have never been this happy) or in his art studio working on just one more thing for the baby.

He’s designed his own baby clothes, painted more than enough scenes for multiple nurseries to be completely filled, and even written a couple of his own baby adventure comic books that he is just dying to read the awaited little one.

He’s beyond ecstatic at the thought that there’s now something tinier than him that he can help take care of and love. 

Bottom line: Both you and your baby are about to be welcomed into the arms of the most excited and loving family you will ever have the privilege of knowing. Just…good luck trying to get their arms off of you. Because they will never and I mean EVER let either one of you go. That is both their threat and their promise!

Shout out to the besties who proofread @anobodyinabog and @saspas-corner 🧡

As well as the ever incredible @avery73 (hope it’s ok to tag you in this, but I just realized that I lowkey based my turtle thunks after reading yours, and I wanted to give you the credit. Thought you might enjoy?)

[dinkydiamond]

What follows is a detailed, song by song account of my 1st Sparks gig, 30 Oct. 2013 ✨✨

(This is long)

31 October 2013

I SAW SPARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was amazing, just so amazing. I’d go again in a heartbeat, if only I could. I’m still just so amazed from the show last night. I wish I’d taken photos, although they asked for no photos (or charcoal drawings — hah!). I just feel so lucky and so blessed about what I got to see last night. I do regret it was not recorded for posterity. Let me start at the very beginning (a very good place to start).

*PROLOGUE*

On the day before the show, the radiator of my car broke and all the radiator fluid leaked out. How was I going to get to Boston now? Urgently, I went on the computer to find alternative means of travelling to Boston. I considered my options, which, coming from rural NH, were slim. I’ve never driven to Boston before, and who knows what could have happened. I looked at buses; I could have taken the Greyhound out of [nearby small city], but that would cost $75 and it would take forever, because the bus would go all over the place. So no.

Then, oh miraculous, Dad offered to drive me down. He’d hang out somewhere, then drive me back! No worries! Oh yes! So that is what happened. The next day I went home, then dad and I left to pick up mom. Apparently she was coming as well. Mom was kind of disappointed that she wasn’t dressed to go out, being still in her work clothes. Mom and dad called [my uncle] and they ended up spending the evening at [my uncle]’s house [just outside Boston] to watch the game (I forgot to mention - it was the same night as the World Series game at Fenway). We listened to some Velvet Underground (White Light/White Heat), then I played mom and dad some Sparks, but they didn’t like it. So I put on New York by Lou Reed, which they did like. When we arrived in Boston we could see the glow of the floodlights at Fenway, and the Prudential Center building had lights that spelled out “Go Sox.”

*FINALLY THE INTERESTING PART*

We got to Brighton Street in Allston, where the Brighton Music Hall is, where Sparks were, at around 7:30 pm, half an hour before the doors open. We parked at a CVS across the street, and walked over. As we walked up to the venue we could hear Sparks practicing!!! They were going through the song B.C. That was wicked exciting. To pass the time we went to a middle eastern restaurant next door. Dad got an iced tea and a lamb dish with rice. We all had a bit of it, it was really good. Mom got a lemonade. At around 8, a line formed outside the window of the restaurant, so I went out.

“Is this the line for Sparks?” I asked.

“Yeah” replied some of the people right outside the door I’d just come out of.

“Wow” I replied, and got into line. I stood in line and listened to a girlfriend and boyfriend ahead of me talk excitedly about Sparks, and two women ahead of them fangirl over Ron and Russell Mael. A guy came by and checked our IDs and gave us all pink wristbands to wear so we could go out and come back if we needed to. Then around 8:09 I said “When is the line gonna move?” The young couple in front of me said “hmm yeah I don’t know.” We chatted briefly about Sparks, how awesome they are. I told them about how I heard them warm up earlier. They thought that was cool. Then we entered the hall.

On the outside of the hall were signs posted that said “Sparks kindly request that no audio, film, photography, or charcoal drawings be made of the show.” Even though I had a camera, and even though other people were taking pictures, I respected their wishes, and did not. When I first got in the hall I went to the bathroom, then I put my coat in the coat check. I went to stand over by the stage, where about fifteen people had already started to congregate. I wanted to be as close to the stage as I could. I stood there for a while, and then the woman standing next to me started talking to me. She asked me about how I got into the band, whether I’d seen them before or not. She told me she’d been to a lot of shows before, having been a fan since the 70’s. She saw all 21 shows of the 21x21 Spectacular back in 2008. I can’t imagine how awesome that must’ve been. I wish I’d seen it. She was with a group of friends. There was a tall Swede called Erik. He told me he was going to see all their shows of this tour, and follow them all the way back to Sweden, where the tour will end. There was also another woman named Virginia, she runs the Tumblr blog Voted Most Likely to Fail. We talked about Sparks for the hour(ish) before they came on.

I was standing directly behind Erik, and knew if I stayed there I wouldn’t be able to see a thing, so I kindly asked him if he could squeeze over a bit so I could stand next to him. He did, although right in front of me was one of the speakers. But I didn’t care, I wanted to see Sparks!

They had Ron’s keyboard set up, with his name on it, and on the other side of the stage was a midi console or something, I don’t actually know. The stage itself was pretty small, only maybe 10’ or 12’ across. I was sandwiched between Erik the Swede and a balding man who was very nice and a big Sparks fan. We noticed another guy, standing pressed to the stage adjacent to us with a blue shirt on with big white letters that said “Practice, man, practice.”

Where I was standing relative to the stage was a little left of center, facing the stage. Ron’s keyboard was right in front of me. The stage would have come up to my waist, but the speaker right in front of me came up to my armpits. I was slightly annoyed about that, but I was grateful that I got to be in the front at all.

Then the lights went dark and everybody cheered. I made sure to cheer loudly throughout. I did not want them to feel unwelcome; I wanted this show to stand out for them. I sort of felt bad that they weren’t playing in a grander venue, but I was also glad that it was a venue that allowed me to get so close.

Russell came out first. He was dressed in a black button down shirt, a black skinny tie (the type that is square at the bottom rather than pointy), what appeared to be black board shorts (but tailored) over black leggings. For shoes he wore black and white faux (I assume) snakeskin shoes with black no-show socks which left the ankle bare. He was dressed in all black, except for his shoes, which were two toned black and white. I thought that was cool, since I too was dressed all in black except for my black and white shoes.

He went over to the console stand, picked up the microphone that was there, and went “dooh dooh dooh dooh dooh dooh dooh dooh” into it. Then he pressed a button or something on the console, and for several seconds nothing happened. He looked into the audience with a slightly amused expression, as if to say “typical.” But then the machine kicked in and his “dooh dooh’s” emanated from the console. This became “Your Call is Very Important to Us - Please Hold.” During the “green light” parts he made a beckoning gesture, and for the “red light” part he put up his hand in a stop gesture.

Halfway through the song Ron appeared through the door at the back of the stage to rapturous applause and made his way to his spot behind his keyboard. He was wearing a classic white button down shirt, red striped tie tucked into too-big trousers secured tightly up around his middle by a belt.

After the first song, they pause in their set to thank us for coming. “No, thank you!” I replied. “We know you had a difficult choice to make,” he continued. He was of course talking about the World Series game happening nearby as he spoke. “We’ll let you know the score later on,” he told us. Everyone cheered again.

The next song was “How Do I Get To Carnegie Hall?” Me and the balding guy next to me pointed over towards the Practice Man Practice guy, who looked pleased with his choice of dress. Because I was right in front of the speaker, the bass was very palpable. Ron looked especially menacing during this number, or maybe it was just my imagination. He was right above me, looking directly over my head.

It was difficult to dance, as I was squished up against the stage, and squished by the two people on either side of me. I experimented with different reactions, as I knew just standing there was definitely not going to happen. At first I briefly considered reacting like Ron, and stare them down the whole time, but gave that up pretty quickly (as soon as they entered the stage). There was no way I wasn’t going to allow myself to enjoy this. I tried dancing in the only direction I had available, which was above me and in front of me, except not really because of the speaker. So I did a lot of pogoing, but not very high, it was more like exaggerated bobbing, because I didn’t want to obscure the view for anyone behind me, nor irritate the people pressed up against me on either side. I also tried dancing with my arms, but anything I did was awkward so I sort of just reached out from time to time and drummed my hands on the speaker, though I couldn’t hear myself over the music.

After “Carnegie Hall” was “BC,” the song I’d heard them practicing earlier. In a way, I felt like I got to hear this one twice, which was special. I know this song very well, since it’s on Propaganda, the album I’ve been borrowing from [my cousin] for probably a year now. I gave him The Man Who Sold The World by David Bowie in exchange for Propaganda. Then we returned albums to do a re-trade, and I gave him Combat Rock by the Clash to keep Propaganda. I’m secretly hoping that if I keep it long enough he’ll forget about it or just let me have it [2025 update: I still have it].

Russell paused in between the verses, as is BC tradition. We cheered during any moment of dead air, even though we know it's not the end of the song. It reminds me of this video I found on Youtube of them performing this song live around when it came out. Russell introduces the song saying, “This song’s called BC. You don’t know it, so what are you clapping for '' And you can tell, because the crowd cheered after the first verse, thinking it was over. “That’s the second one,” he said, after the second verse, “There’s one more, ‘cause all songs, all good songs are composed of three verses, and the middle part that’s not as good as the other parts of the song. Here’s the third verse.” In the back of my mind I sort of wished Russell made a similar comment at this show, but he did not. No problem though.

During the beats in between the lyrics he did these punches in the air with his microphone. It was really exciting. I tried dancing along, but was too squished so I did weird hand gestures and tapped along. And of course sang along. I couldn’t hear myself anyway. I briefly considered moving back so I could dance, but I knew that if I did that not only would I not be able to see anything, but I wouldn’t get my spot back either. So I stayed put.

The next song was “Here in Heaven.” This was so exciting, since I was just singing this song to myself the other day! So I felt prepared to sing along to this one, which I did. For this one, I tried some acting. I sang along with my hands in a prayer position, imagining myself a member of an angelic choir or something. I think Russell looked at me at one point during this song. I gave Ron a smile, but he never moved his gaze from straight over my head.

The next song was “Academy Award Performance,” and I gave up the shtick or whatever I was doing and just acted like the excited Sparks fan I was coming to terms with that I am (sorry for the jumbled sentence structure). It was really exciting to hear this song, it being one of their I suppose lesser knowns, it not being a single. I thought it was appropriate, because of their upcoming plan to turn their radio play “The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman” into a movie. Wouldn’t it be awesome if it won an academy award?! The performance was great, Russell was animated as ever.

The next song was “Those Mysteries.” It is a really beautiful song. I didn’t remember this song, but it was on the album “Introducing Sparks” which I did listen to once so I know I’ve heard it, but hearing it live really brought out its beauty. I have since gotten more into that album, it’s really excellent. The song is really nice and touching, and not trite or overbearing. It is honest. This was a lovely part of the concert.

And then things got lively again with “Good Morning!” Everyone was clapping along, myself obviously included. It is from “Exotic Creatures from the Deep,” and this song is the reason I got that album. Russell did a lot of skipping around on this one, skipping circles around Ron, which was entertaining. There was a microphone sort of in his way on the far side of Ron (like I said, the stage was small), and every time he passed it he had to put his hand up and duck around it so he wouldn’t bump into it. It was charming to see. So agile, he did not bump it once. I sort of felt bad they came here to such a small stage and venue, but also this made me tenfold grateful that they came at all, so it was a wonderful time. I tried to dance along, did more hand dancing and bounced.

The next song was “Falling in Love with Myself Again” which was also exciting. When Russell sang the chorus, “Yes I think I’m falling in love with myself again,” I punched the air and shouted “yes!” I sang along to the whole song and fell in love with Sparks (platonically) again.

The next song was “Big Boy.” It was surprising to hear this one, from Big Beat. I’d listened to that album only a few times, but this song had been a highlight on that album for me. Hearing it live made me appreciate it more. I really like it; it's silly, but wants to be taken seriously. Like a little boy wanting to be big. When he sang the chorus “big boy, big boy” Russell pounded the air with his fist. He really got into that one.

The next song, “What Would Katherine Hepburn Say,” I hadn’t heard before. I found out later this was because it’s not on any of their albums: they wrote it for their friend (and former drummer) Christi Haydon to record, which she did. It fits in with their cinematic theme, with the Ingmar Bergman project happening, as well as the title of the tour, using the old “revenge” movie sequel trope. I really liked this song, it was really touching. I like Katherine Hepburn.

Then they took a quick break while Russell told us about Sparks’ newest project, “The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman, and how they are going to make it into a movie with help from Canadian film director Guy Madden. There was a bit of cheering for this. I am excited about this; I’ve heard of his films and his style seems perfect for this. Also, apparently he is a big Sparks fan, which is cool.

So then Ron donned a beret and they played some songs and a monologue from the album which was also originally a Swedish radio drama they made for Swedish radio. It was very exciting to hear this new material. (well, not actually new, the radio show was broadcast in 2009 and the album was released not long afterwards, but new to me as I hadn’t listened to it yet), and also cool because Ron got a chance at the microphone! He didn’t sing (although he does on the album), but he did have a lengthy speaking part! This was a nice diversion from the rest of the set actually, because it gave me a chance to watch Ron without worrying I’d miss something from Russell in the meanwhile.

In the end I guess I watched Russell more. I frequently felt like I didn’t know where to look. I knew Russell would be exceedingly entertaining to watch, as always, but I also knew Ron would be sure to add in his own little subtle theatrics in the form of eye rolls, eyebrow waggles, and faint mouthing along to the words.

The four songs they did were “I am Ingmar Bergman,” — the one Ron spoke for — “The Studio Commissary,” “Limo Driver (Welcome to Hollywood),” and lastly, “Oh My God.” The Studio Commisary amazing, it was almost an out of body experience to see Russell laugh-sing like that a yard from my face. The last one, “Oh My God” was really beautiful. It was the first time I’d heard this song, having not listened to the Seduction of Ingmar Bergman yet, but I feel so fortunate to have the memory of this performance now every time I listen to it since. The “real” version is sung by the Bergman character, so it was really special to hear it being sung by Russell. This song seemed to really sum up Bergman, from what little I have seen of his films, which always seem to have some sort of existentialist view. In the storyline, this inner crisis is brought into Bergman’s life. The repeated refrain, “Oh my God, do you exist” was really haunting. I was really moved. I am really looking forward to this new movie project, and see more Bergman films.

Then they returned to the straight concert mode and did “Nicotina.” Yeah, an Angst in my Pants song! I really like that album. During the intro Russell was drinking some much needed water and wiping his brow, and only just made his cue. Good showmanship. This was a good foot-stomper. It is interesting they have a song about a feminised cigarette when it is well known that neither of them smoke or even drink. I like this about them. Not only does it mean they won't die from their life choices, but also it is nice to have cool people as role models for that type of lifestyle, since I also don’t smoke nor do I like to drink. This seems rare for rock stars who were big in the ‘70s. It’s cool.

The next song was “Popularity,” from In Outer Space. I really like this song. As soon as I recognised it I broke out into a wide grin, which I think Russell noticed. It is an innocent song about carefree days. It is really lovely.

The next song was “This Town Ain’t Big Enough For the Both of Us.” Of course, they played this song, their biggest hit! As soon as Ron began that unmistakable opening piano riff, the crowd went wild. I wholeheartedly joined the fray. The crowd was louder than ever for this one, and everyone clapped, filling in the spaces where the guitars and gun shots would be. I made especially weird faces for this one, mostly out of sheer exhilaration than anything else. I really bounced to this one. Russell looked at me for another second, during one of my weirder faces, but I didn’t care, because he was dancing strangely, sort of shaking his whole body, as if there was too much energy in him and he was going to explode or something. He bounced and skipped around a lot. It was really fun to witness and experience.

Next was (When I Kiss You) I Hear Charlie Parker Playing. I really like this one. Russell sort of does his version of rapping during the verses and sings the chorus in his angelic voice. It's a great song to jump up and down to, with great lyrics.

Next was “Suburban Homeboy.” They played this song during their last tour, the one I saw streamed live on Youtube. I’m so glad I got to hear it in person on this tour. It is such an interesting song. It's about people who are middle class and act like they’re gangster or inner city or whatever. But they’re fake. This performativity is furthered by the show tune style of the music. It's pretty great. Russell got everyone to clap on this one, everyone got really into it. Everyone in the front row was waving their hands out. Russell made like he was going to do one of those wave high fives, but didn’t.

Then they did “When Do I Get To Sing My Way?” I was so glad they did this one! I sang along all the way. When DO I get to sing my way? And then the main part of the show came to an end. I was sad to see them go. So soon! Too soon! Everyone kept cheering after they had said their thank yous and exited through the door at the back of the stage. I was shouting more, more, and “come back”, but I didn’t get any chant going, which was slightly disappointing.

After a few minutes though, they came back, to my (at least) relief. And Russell was wearing a Red Sox shirt! Such a crowd pleaser. Everyone cheered even louder as he showed it off. Then, as he said he would, he gave us the score, as it was then: “It’s the sixth inning and the score,” he said, pausing for suspense, we all waited silently with bated breath, “is Red Sox 6, St. Louis zerooo!” and held up his hand in an o shape. Everyone cheered, but only quickly because we’re here for Sparks, not baseball.

And with that they launched into the first song of their encore, Tryouts for the Human Race. Boy was I happy to hear this, another song from No. 1 in Heaven! I really like the music video for this song, where they turn into werewolves. It's so great to see Russell bouncing around in that Red Sox shirt! At this point of the show I was getting a little cramped, so I bounced along with Russell and took inspiration from Ron, and I got used to it.

Next was the No. 1 Song in Heaven, well, just the fast part. The No. 1 Song in Heaven really is the number one song in heaven. At one point during this song Russell walked over to Ron at the keyboard and placed his hand on the keyboard, looking at Ron impishly. He then pushed Ron away and took over his position at the keyboard. Ron stood there for a second staring at Russell and sulking like a little kid who had his ice cream cone stolen. Then he went out to the center of the stage, Russell’s domain. Revenge. Everyone knows what he’s about to do, so we all cheered with anticipation. He stood there alone in the center of the stage for a few seconds before breaking into a maniacal grin as he danced his trademark sort of speed skater style shuffle. The crowd went wild! Then he went back to his original post, his keyboard, miming disgust at Russell’s having taken it over momentarily. Russell mimes not caring in the first place whether he gives the keyboard back or not, and goes back to the center of the stage for the end of the song. It was glorious.

The last song of the night is a special one made exclusively for this tour, titled “The Revenge of Two Hands One Mouth.” It is beautiful.

And then, the show was over. Ron and Russell thanked us for the show. There was one guy who had his fist raised during almost the whole show. He clearly was looking for either a high five or a fist bump. Russell finally gave it to him. Ron smiled and tried to stop (he tried to pull it down with his hands). Someone gave him an orange tie that he had thrown off into the audience during his I Predict striptease act back in 1983, the last time they were in Boston, which he put on, so momentarily he was wearing two ties. Then he gave it back to the guy.

I really hope they come back to Boston soon, because I missed them the moment they stopped playing. We all cheered and cheered and cheered. And then they slipped behind the door at the back of the stage and they were gone. Everyone kept cheering. I stared longingly at the door. The house lights came up . I stayed there, wishing they’d come back. Everyone else began milling about.

*EPILOGUE*

Suddenly someone came up to me. It was a guy, about a head taller than me with glasses, and carrying a big white cardboard tube. “How old are you?” He said.

“21”

”Oh good,” he replied, “I was afraid I was the youngest one here.”

“Okay” I said.

“I’m 23” he continued.

I nodded.

“I was watching you during the show, you seemed to know all the words, “ he told me.

I shrugged.

“How many Sparks albums do you have? I have Angst in My Pants, Sparks in Outer Space and Music That You Can Dance To.”

“Umm,” I say, a bunch…”

“Which ones? “

“Propaganda, No. 1 in Heaven, Angst in my Pants…” I say.

“Oh cool! I love the cover of Angst in My Pants”

“Yeah,” I say, “with the marriage photo.”

“Yeah” he says, “I got a poster made of the back cover of the album, that’s what’s inside this,” he gestured to the cardboard tube, “Do you know it?”

“Yeah,” I say, with all the band members heads on Russell’s body”

“Yeah!” he says, sounding excited that I know this. He opened the tube and showed me the poster. “I want to get it signed” he tells me, “but I don’t think they’ll be coming out.”

“Yeah I guess not,” I add, looking around the hall which now had significantly fewer people.

“There isn’t even a merch table,'' he laments.

“I know.” I say sadly, I had hoped there would be one as well, I’d brought cash with me specifically for that.

“I’m Joey by the way” and Joey shakes my hand. I introduce myself to him. We discussed how we got into Sparks. His first and favourite album is In Outer Space.

We ask a roadie if Sparks will come out to sign stuff or not. He (kiddingly) scoffs at being called a roadie, then tells us maybe. Well, they didn’t. We retrieve our jackets from the coat check which was closing, and chatted some more.

He asked me what other bands I was into. I didn’t want to think of any other bands. He kept asking me, so I told him Lou Reed, since we’d listened to him on the way down and since he’d died that week. He told me he didn’t know much of his stuff except Metal Machine Music (weird place to start), so he asked me for some recommendations. I told him I didn’t want to think about anything but Sparks, so he told me to friend him on Facebook and then tell him. I did later find him, but I still haven’t recommended any Lou Reed albums to him.

Then mom texted me to say they’d be there soon, so I said I had to go and walked over to the CVS parking lot. One of the guys standing in the bus shelter in front of the parking lot I recognised from the concert. He looked a bit like Steven Tyler but with thinner lips. He told me he’d been a fan of Sparks since 1976. He showed me some footage he filmed of the show on his camcorder in 3D. I told him he should put it on Youtube. He told me his Youtube channel is called Cathode Roy. His name is Roy. I subscribed to his channel, but he still hasn’t posted the footage. I really hope he does, it was really good quality. I sent him a message over Youtube, but no response.

Anyway, then mom and dad arrived and I said goodbye to Cathode Roy. I got in the car, where mom and dad were listening to the tail end of the world series game. The Red Sox won it as we drove out of Boston. I told them how amazing the show was, then snoozed the rest of the ride home. It was fantastic.