What I like about the fact that remus stays in grimmauld as well, is that he obv does have his own place, which is where lie low at lupins takes place.
So now I imagine he just shows up one day in grimmauld and doesn't go away again. He claims a million things between keeping Sirius company to the eased pressure of staying somewhere where someone else pays for food, but in the end it's his very very awkward attempt at courting
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i will try to not sip my haterade on main but ts2 became fun for me again when I finally got over doing the youtube simmer type gameplay rules. fuck yeah everyone pairs off depending on how cute i think they are together. wants are suggestions and aspiration selction is based on whatever whims i have at the time. i will put everyone in emo cc like i am 13 again
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excuse me i need to Muse on something for a moment
so in Wally's secret 'vinyl' audios, specifically the last few (if we're listening to em in chronological order), obviously he starts to sound more strained/distressed. his breathing is more labored, like it's taking all of his energy to make contact.
but the audio that really caught my attention was the "But i still can't see" one. cause he just said he has more eyes than he did before. he knows We draw them a lot, and it's thanks to that that he can see. but he still can't see?
so my question is: where is Wally physically? cause although he can (assumedly) see the WHRP goings on, he can see through the eyes We draw, that could all be on a, uh... more Intangible level of sight. like the spiral pit is forming an eye, and then there's the eye on the ceiling in the secret Staff Only section - could Wally be in the pit, that space between his reality and Ours, "watching" through the eyes? but unable to actually see with due to the pit being pitch black nothingness? is he somewhere else? is he stuck? he can see, but he can't... see.
(or is he trying to explain an abstract concept - he's not actually viewing anything, but he can sense it. like how he knows We're there, even if he can't see or hear Us. but he just doesn't have the words to describe it other than using physical senses - see, hear, look.)
and him saying "...that I can see. But it is still... I can't..." but it's still what, Wally? dark? something else that he doesn't have the words to describe, so he just says that he can't see?
i know that in the Livestream Trivia Document (compiled by @/the neighborhoodwatch) there was something said about Wally being in a box. my first thought reading that was "oh, so he's in storage? the physical puppet, i mean?" which would make sense - show's over, there's no more use for him. pack 'em up and put him away. but that paired with the "can't see" audio makes both seem a lil... connected.
Wally can't see > he's likely somewhere dark > the inside of closed boxes are dark > Wally's in a box. (or maybe the Neighborhood is the box? it's a stretch, i know, but the map is a box. television sets are often set up in "boxes". maybe it's less of a physical storage box and more of a 'boxed in' sort of thing...)
one question i've had since the Start of my interest in this incredible project is: how is Wally communicating? how has he connected to the site? how does he connect to our reality? the pit almost definitely has something to do with it - most likely acting as a bridge, or the deteriorating of the barrier between our two 'worlds' - but if Wally is in a box and Not the pit or even just in the puppet's reality... how is he reaching us beyond just seeing through the eyes he's given?
or is he in their reality, and he can contact through the pit or something, but he can't actually see the other side? Our side? he knows it's there - that We're there - but none of it is visible to him. maybe his apparent disassociation in the 14 bug audios is a demonstration of him contacting Us. we can see through him, but it's a one way street.
and speaking of the pit - i just had a thought. his whole thing with Us letting him in, opening... the pit on the neighborhood map is getting bigger and clearer. but the presumed Other Side, the one on the Staff Only ceiling, is small. it's the size of a ceiling panel. it seems to me that Wally is chipping away at his side of the pit or 'portal', trying to reach Our reality, but he needs Us to do the same thing on the other side. the QA can hear him calling, but there's no phone on their (Our) side of the pit. how do We call back???
there's a fundamental barrier & lack of understanding between Wally and the QA/Us. he's trying. he wants to be let in, but what does that mean, really? let him in where? open what? he's desperate. he wants us to understand. he's trying so so hard Without the right tools to clearly communicate what he wants. he can't see Us, We can see him, both know the other is there, but there's no way to connect. and the attempts are hurting all parties involved, however unintentionally
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Post Marineford spoilers nerds
You guys ever think about how in that small recovery arc after marineford that Luffy was still wearing the same shorts from the battle? Like, Law and the others could have lent him some clothes. Or idfk an old jump suit. Like. I know the pants were red but they would probably be black with the amount of blood that must of soaked those fuckers. His blood, Ace’s, Jimbe’s and the amount of corpses that must have been on the floor.
Do you think they still smelled of smoke, gun powder and blood? Do you think they made Luffy’s flashbacks worse? Do you think seeing his blood soaked yellow vest triggered him? What do you think happened to that outfit? He wasn’t wearing it when he returned to marineford. Maybe he burned it. Like stripping himself of that layer of himself or shedding his skin. Maybe it’s at the bottom of the ocean. A scar he could never rid of not forgotten but buried.
Idk man I’m just snowballing :)
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Who knew lowering my word count goal to 200 would bring my daily writing habit back??
(It seems to be the perfect, non-intimidating amount for me. It feels like nothing! Like fun, even. Just one little section. Flexing the tiniest creative muscle.)
(And some days the words will flow and I'll want to keep going!) (And if not? Hey, I now have 1,500 new words of draft to work with after a week, instead of hitting less than that while aiming for more and feeling bad about it.)
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maybe don't start a simblr three days before you leave the country for a month!
the perfectionist and cas enthusiast in me is grieving because reshade/gshade and blender don't work on mac. was on like page eighteen of google trying to find a mac and sims friendly shader 😭
my sim style changed a lot and i'm really excited about that! here are some shitty screenshots of my updated simself. get to know me below the cut🤍
🍈💿🧅austin🦕🥥🧶
i have an unfinished balaclava i need to find time to finish knitting
currently reading "women, race, and class" by angela davis, but i just bought "crying in h-mart"
i love tea, my favorite is this lemon ginger tea my mom got from who knows where
tinted moisturizer > foundation
computer science major💻, but i plan on restarting my college experience because I want to major in media studies
i'm a twenty year old may taurus🐂
at my old serving job we ate for free and I miss the food everyday
current musical genre fixation is old school jazz (ray charles, nina simone, chicago gangsters) and indie/alternative women (faye webster, florence + the machine)
i love food, cooking, watching others cook and i'll try anything once
trying to build a new skincare routine after accidentally shattering most of my skincare
my current show is physical on apple tv, but i'm rewatching yellowjackets with my cousin.
i am a leech and pay for none of my streaming services
despite my simself having hairy arms I actually have next to no hair on my arms. a senior year bio lab actually showed that I have damn near no hair follicles on my arm
i really want to pick up ceramics and zine making as a hobby
i'm insanely good at stretching money
the first time I tried creme brûlée my aunt took us to this expansive traditional french restaurant in paris and I was extremely underwhelmed, but now its come to be my beloved dessert
I love everything fashion, pls don't bother me on met gala day unless it's about the met gala
aquaphor, that's it
i love 🍃, i prefer hybrids, and i love to roll, it's like a form of arts and crafts
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so a couple months back my mum got me drunk and then extraordinarily high on oxys and questioned me on my gender and i told her i was trans. that was like whatever she was cool about it. would've preferred to keep it to myself but not mad about it. then a couple of days ago my dad sends a transohobic meme in the gc and it's whatever. i didn't say anything, he got a couple laughs. didn't think much of it. he calls me tonight, just now, to ........ apologise? he said that he was speaking with my mother earlier and he didn't realise that the meme was offensive. he apologised for sending it and said he never wanted to upset anyone. he told me he doesn't mind however people want to live their lives. so obviously my mum told him off for sending the meme and outed me. and like, it's nice that he's supportive or whatever and it's truly so so big for a middle aged indian man who grew up in a rural village to not only be kinda acceptingish, but to take it a step further and apologise to me. but idk. not to sound like a crybaby bitch but i don't appreciate being outed. even if it all worked out and im not in any danger. i don't even live with my parents so i don't know why it bothers me. it's just more like. this was a part of me that was mine and only mine. you didn't get the privilege of knowing this about me and now you do. also very weird to get that phone call. since when in the last 25 years have either of my parents ever given a single fuck about how i feel? just because lgbt rights are popularised nowadays they feel compelled to be allys. but deep down they've never given a fuck about my feelings. weird time to start trying? "hey bete sorry if that transphobic meme hurt your feelings" yeah thanks but i think ive grown a pretty thick fucking skin after you beat my mum and broke her collarbone and she screamed my name so that I'd run into the room at 8 years old to make you stop and then she had to start the car with a screwdriver and drive me and my 4 year old sister out of state to keep us safe. but yeah no. thanks for apologising about the transphobic meme or whatever. and that's just one example.
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