#idk I’m yelling into the void rn

[lieutenantbiscute]

Still upset and miffed that there wasn’t more uproar if Simon gets left behind/shot at Stratford Tower from the original androids of Jericho.

He’s was their leader for YEARS— Josh was the only one to be genuinely upset about leaving him/killing him. There should’ve at least been some more back and forth with some of Jericho’s residents. Androids who were now weary on following Markus cause ‘look what happened to Simon, he trusted Markus. What if we’re next?’

I just think the people of Jericho should’ve had more interaction with Markus instead of being people to talk at.

Josh only followed Markus and North on that first raid after Simon agreed to. His opinions matters to the others and I just think the story would’ve been interesting if you were trying to sway the people to trust you again.

[tenderpoc]

Re-reading and this paragraph 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[deathxproof]

I am here but I am also not here but I’m also here, you know?

[kindlythevoid]

I have to say, I absolutely love the way that Tolkien explains the timeline throughout the books. Once everyone splits up, he immediately starts lining up certain events or explaining how many days have passed since so-and-so event. Even though the other person could be going through something dreadful and scary and heartbreaking, we get reminded that the others are going through similar situations. Even though they’re thousands of miles away, they’re still connected. They all looked up that night and saw the same stars.

[snickerdoodlles]

*sees this post pop up in my notes*

*twitches*

I’d made some generalizations in that (which I standby, they’re just coming from an opposite direction) but had to break out the sources and numbers when someone told me I was making generalizations in the same way as the people who “””uncovered””” that AO3 was scraped for AI (no) did and anyways I get tempted to post those notes here sometimes before I have to bonk myself on the head and remind myself no one cares

[shmoop02]

For me, it always feels like everyone gets sick of me eventually.

Eventually my jokes aren’t funny, they’re just annoying and too much, too constant.

Eventually they get fed up with me talking about the things I care about that they don’t.

It feels like they either all get sick of me, or start to care about me a little less, or I eventually get sick of them.

[mountainstogo]

This is going to be a long rambling post about nothing and everything. I have a lot of feelings that I want to yell into the void

Hmm where to start..

My dad ruined Christmas again. It’s more complicated than that but I am very close to just going no contact? Very low contact? I don’t think I can go much lower, we speak twice a year. Once on my birthday and once around the holidays for him to inevitably disappoint me. Idk why I actually thought this year would be any different.

Anyway I love this stupid holiday and I don’t refuse to let this man completely destroy my joy. My roomies and I decorated and the house looks really cute, although it’s missing a few things still.

I’m feeling pretty ok on money?? (Such a stark contrast to this time last year) I can afford to buy people presents this year and splurge on a few things myself. Turns out it may be a very quiet Christmas and there aren’t that many people to buy presents for. So I might spoil my roomies and friends and s. I’m also motivated to donate and collect food/clothes to bring to displaced migrant families that have been bused to a major city near me.

So maybe Christmas isn’t totally ruined. But my relationship with my dad certainly is.

I pupsat for my boss in his nice house last week. He lives in the foothills and his house and property were just gorgeous. I could hike up a mountain right from his backyard.

Complicated feelings about work rn. I fluctuate between thinking everyone hates me and I’m failing and doing a horrible job; to maybe I’m actually doing ok and I need to cut myself some slack. Regardless, I’ve been super anxiety ridden over work and I need to figure out how to manage that better.

Last update is in re: to weight gain and fitness stuff. I’ve gained weight (around 136 this morning but that might still be turkey day and alcohol bloating from the weekend). Anyway I’ve been coming in around 132-134 for the past few months. My lowest weight was 122lbs (that was too low and prob not sustainable); I think I feel my best at around 128-130, so I could lose a few lbs and I know my diet is the culprit. I don’t want to obsess over the numbers since I look much different now than the last time I was 136. I’ve gained a lot of muscle mass and need to just focus on eating more protein and less processed foods. That’s all, the numbers on the scale will do whatever they do 🤷🏻‍♀️

Everything feels messy and busy. There are too many things to do and the days are too short. But I’ve had really good times too, first day skiing!!! A lovely Friendsgiving, quiet times at the barn.

[mediocreinternetuser]

am back on my ‘dean winchester is literally me’ grind—i don’t even go here i’m just obsessed w dean bc he is quite literally me—and i feel the need to yell into my void that rn i’m travelling around the country (with my younger but smarter sibling which also just rlly adds to it) and staying in a different cheap motel each night and idk surely that just means that dean winchester is actually so me

[kenzie-but-on-main]

hey so you’re gone so I figured I’d text the void bc at least then I don’t feel alone. I’m feeling a little upset rn. Not at you jacqui just yelled at me and it made me feel a little sad. She yells at me a lot now, she’s scared I’ll go off the rails because of you. I don’t think my worst fear is being alone anymore, it’s being in a room full of people and not a single one wants you. I miss you in that way, you always wanted me. I think that’s why I kept going back. Out of all the people you’re the only one who ever made me feel wanted. I know I’m not a horrible person like you said, idk maybe wanting something so selfish is. I just miss that, I miss the comfort of knowing someone wants me around.

[the-winds-indecision]

i am having realizations about the way i experience emotions as a direct result of trauma and i can’t think of a better thing to do about it than yell into the void, so here we are

(sidenote: i might be a lil high rn, so we’ll have to see if this makes any sense in to morning.  gonna add a cut bc i just know this’ll get rambly)

so. when i was seventeen, i was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis - it was a shit time that you can read more about if you’re curious. one of the ways i coped with was involuntarily having an emotional shut down in the er, and not having any emotions unlocked for the next two weeks.  after that point they started to come back gradually, but there are some that i’m realizing are still not back normal.  the one i wanna talk about is fear. 

i know what fear feels like.  i remember how it starts behind the breastbone and bolts down to the pit of my stomach, i remember the way it sends tingly shivers out from the place where the back of the head becomes the top of he neck, i remember the way it took over the brain - like a stain that just spreads when you try and clean it.  i dont think ive felt that fear since my diagnosis.  (here i just want to specify, i’m talking about being scared and being startled as different things.  i’m not talking about being startled.) 

since then, i have definitely done things that should have had me scared.  the (incomplete) list includes:

being out on a foggy lake in a canoe during a lightning storm

walking alone in a forest at night without a flashlight but with knowledge of recent local bear sightings

hearing large rustling in the aforementioned forest

real missing camper searches at the summer camp i worked at

climbing a mountain (as in scaling a fucking vertical rock wall using climbing gear)

zip lining and doing upside down flips

walking for an hour in an unfamiliar small town and the country backroads after midnight

i dont remember having been afraid for any of it.  for all of it i was aware of the risk at hand, and at relevant times, aware of the urgent need to remove myself from the situation, in order to alleviate danger. but feeling fear?  feeling the emotions that one could expect instead of just cold knowledge of the situational facts?

nope.  i could have been sitting at home on my couch for all the fear i was feeling. and i’m just.  it’s two years after the fact, and it’s still fucking me up mentally. 

i also have noticed that it’s a lot harder for me to cry.  there are a few trauma specific things that can get me tearing up easily but other than that?  idk.  i don/t cry at sad movies anymore, and i don’t know how i feel about that. 

ive been wondering that past few days as well if the loss of and/or muted feeling of certain emotions has impacted my behaviour.  i’ve been having bouts of apathy and have seen a definite increase in risk taking behavoir.  if these decisions were made with a full range of emotions availible would they have been any different?

how much of a different person would i be right now if i experienced the standard emotional range?

[funeralpotatoesorbust]

Earlier today my sister asked me how I knew I was Bi (cause I accidentally came out to her, rip) and I told her and my Mom the story about how the Holy Ghost told me

And my Mom went: “oh! I’ve been meaning to remind you girls of this since you’re making big decisions about your life:) Sometimes when you pray, and you think you get an answer from the Holy Ghost, it’s actually from Satan. Not that this applies to what you just said though!!! I just remembered I wanted to tell you guys that:)

Like, yeah okay Mom. Thanks. I just remembered why I don’t tell you anything emotional or spiritual.

[soshinee]

drilled like . 15/40 kanji words luckily a lot of the characters are ones i already know just in new combos. gonna try to wake up early to finish and blast the vocab into my brain and also i need to email my prof to figure out how to do a makeup for the first one.. 😵‍💫

[the-queen-of-the-light]

Just realized March is literally tomorrow. Like wtf is that. February is such a strange month, and every time it comes around I always think of that one post: ‘Never make important decisions in February. It’s a garbage month. Wait until better days. Wait until March.’

And ya know what? Somehow February always lives up to it. This February, it was just one thing after another. Work had me pulling essentially triple shifts, for weeks. Car died. Dog died. Only living grandparent in and out of the hospital for copd? Congestive heart failure? Covid? Cancer? Who knows? No one can tell us, even after two whole weeks of it.

I’m tired of this month, and hopeful that March may bring better. But like last year? It didn’t. February was bad and it just kept going down hill. Idk. We all know what happened last year. I don’t need to recap it, and I don’t want to whine about my personal circumstances any more than I already have.

I don’t know, I guess I just want to take this time as a chance to say I’m sorry for having been utterly absent from writing and chats and friends and life, I suppose. None of it was intentional, in the slightest. Like everyone else, I’ve been Going Through It. But I’m trying. And maybe with March and a whole year coming to pass, we’ll finally be able to shovel our way out from under this year of emotional winter that last February begot, and make our way into a new spring. We can hope at least

[lovely-angst]

I’ve been kind of going through it a bit at home. Maybe a scenario where almost everyday fem y/n parents are fighting everyday because the dad is always coming home late from drinking and that’s when the argument starts and they put the blame on you for them arguing and Katsuki comforts you the whole night and just takes you out? Idk I just need a comfort scenario rn I hope you don’t mind doing this !! You don’t have to do it if it causes a trigger ofc <3

a/n: I’m sorry I couldn’t get to this sooner! I know it is hard, just know you’re not alone! i also changed request a bit, hope it still helps! <3

tw: broken family, arguing

genre: fluff and angst

pairing: bakugou x reader

summary: bakugou takes you to his house after a long night of your parents arguing and you get a glimpse of what a loving family looks like

word count: 1.6k

02.20.2021

-

Nights like these, you’ve learned to tune them out. It sounds like a ringing in your ear as you watch your parents gesture around angrily at each other as you sat on the couch, thinking of ways you could escape to your room. 

It was always like this. Your dad would come home drunk and your mom would always get angry at him for it. You didn’t know why they always seemed to rope you into these arguments, but it wasn’t like you could stop them from keeping your name out of their mouths—they never listened to you anyway.

They always blamed you. Using you to throw all of their problems onto, acting as if it would relieve some of their problems. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t because of you, but it didn’t stop you from questioning if they were right.

Somehow, you managed to escape to your room, muffling their voices further as you shut the door. Days like these, you felt alone.

A ding beside you snapped you out of your thoughts before you reached over to grab your phone—it was Bakugou.

‘I’m at the convenience store by your house, did you want something?’

It was like Bakugou was your guardian angel. He always seemed to be there when you needed it the most, especially when you were reaching out silently. Your heart was so full of love for him, he was too good.

‘I’m not feeling great, can we hang out a bit?’ you hated being so negative with Bakugou, but right now, the only thing you wanted was him. And not even 30 seconds later, he replied.

‘I’ll be there in five minutes’ And like he said, five minutes later, he was outside. Slipping in a sweater, you made your way back into the living room, where your parents continued to argue.

“I’m going out,” you say, not bothering to check if they heard—not that it mattered.

Shutting the door behind you, you immediately press yourself against Bakugou’s chest, taking in his presence and his scent. His muscular arms wrap around you gently as you let out a heavy sigh. You never wanted to leave the safe place of his arms.

“Are your parents arguing again?” Bakugou questions and all you could do was nod. “I just needed to get out of there.” He lets out a hum, rubbing your back with his free hand before gently pulling away to reach into his bag. “I thought this would cheer you up.”

Your eyes lock onto the meat bun in his hands before you give him an embarrassed smile, “Why do you always assume food would make me feel better?” you say, taking to meat bun from his hands.

“Cause I know it does, and I know you love that shit,” Bakugou intertwines his large one with yours as the two of you walk down the street in a comfortable silence. “Can I stay the night at your place?”

“Wouldn’t your parents get upset?” he asks, but you shrug. “I’d rather get in trouble staying over at yours than to hear them arguing until the sun rises.”

Bakugou didn’t want to be the cause of trouble headed your way, but you seemed determined to get out. Letting you stay over was the least he could do.

“Do you think your parents would mind?” You ask, glancing up at him for an answer only to feel him squeeze your hand gently, “You know they love having you over.”

“Yeah, but it’s a bit late for me to be coming over and especially on such short notice,” and before you could worry any more, Bakugou leaned over to press a kiss onto your lips before facing forward once more.

“Just let it happen. You’re not a bother to us, I mean it.”

It didn’t take long before the two of you arrived at the Bakugou household. You’ve always enjoyed being around his family, even if he and his mom bickered. It was out of love and not pure hatred.

“I’m back and I brought (Name). She’s staying the night,” Bakugou announced from the door as the two of you placed your shoes neatly on the floor before walking into the living room.

“Nice to see you, (Name),” Masaru greeted with a smile from the couch as you gave him a polite bow, “Thank you for having me. I apologize for coming so suddenly.”

“Don’t be! It’s nice to have another lady in the house and we love having you over!” Mitsuki exclaimed as she walked out from the kitchen, coming over to hug you. “It’s refreshing to have you over and Katsuki’s so much calmer when you’re here!”

You give her a smile and a giggle when you hear Bakugou yelling beside you. “I think it’s the other way around. I feel so much more calm and relaxed with Katsuki,” you say, earning an embarrassing pout from him. “I don’t know what I would do without him.”

-

It was just past midnight and the Bakugou household was now dark and quiet, not a sound to be heard other than the soft mingled breathing of you and Bakugou.

“Close your eyes and go to sleep,” Bakugou mumbles as you stare up at him, eyes wide and very much awake. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel your eyes focused on him.

“I like looking at you,” you confess before Bakugou wrapped his arms around you, pressing you tight against his chest. Each beat of his heart brought you closer to sleep as your eyes slowly drifted shut. Bakugou rubbing your back comfortably to soothe you to sleep.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” you question and Bakugou furrows his brows in response. “I mean, my parents always blame me for their arguments. Am I doing something wrong?”

“It’s not you who is doing anything wrong,” Bakugou continues, “your parents just don’t want to put the blame on themselves. You know it’s not you.” You nod but couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, “I know, but it doesn’t help to hear it daily.”

“Thanks for bringing me here,” your soft voice tickles his chest gently, your fingers running along his arm. “I wish I could live with you,” you say quietly and Bakugou hums in response, “I know.”

“Maybe someday?”

“Mhm.”

Even in his drowsy state, Bakugou meant it. Smiling, you snuggle deeper in his arms with a content sigh. You wished every night could end like this.

-

The sounds of dishes rattling in the kitchen stirred you awake from your sleep as you curled into your side, hoping to meet the warm chest of your boyfriend. But, his side of the bed was cold and empty. Opening your still tired eyes, you looked around to be met with a room void of Bakugou.

Throwing your feet over the bed and onto the cold hardwood floor, Bakugou’s voice suddenly came from the doorway. “I was just about to come to wake you up,” he states, earning a pout from you.

“I would’ve liked to have been woken up with you by my side,” you whine but walk over to slump yourself against his body, already feeling the drowsiness once more.

Bakugou’s chest rumbles as he lets out a chuckle. “Hurry up and get ready so we can eat breakfast,” he finishes, kissing you on the forehead before ushering you to the bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom, you stared at your toothbrush that Bakugou had kept for you. “Because you always forget your toothbrush,” he would say, but you knew he always had a spare for you.

Cleaning up your appearance, you walked over towards the dining table where the Bakugou’s were waiting for you happily and warmly like always. “Sit down, we’re so happy that you’re able to join us for breakfast,” Mitsuki says as you take a seat beside Bakugou.

“Would you like some tea?” Masaru offers and you nod, taking the cup politely. “Don’t be shy, dig in (Name).” He says, chopsticks already in his hands.

Glancing down, everything looked delicious. There was a bowl of miso soup beside your small bowl of rice, a plate of salmon that already had your mouth watering and a steaming meat bun beside you.

“Katsuki had told me that you loved meat buns, so we had one heat up for you,” Mitsuki comments as she saw the way you eyed the meat bun. “He tells me a lot about you.”

“Hey! Shut your trap!” Bakugou snarls and Mitsuki shoots back, “Don’t talk to your mother that way! Just say you’re in love with (Name) and go!”

That seemed to shut Bakugou up. His arms crossed with a pout on his lips, but you didn’t miss the blush that adorned his cheeks and ears. His father chuckles before turning towards you, “That boy is wrapped around your finger though, (Name).” 

Mitsuki giggles at Bakugou before they continue to banter at each other playfully. Masaru enjoying his breakfast whole heatedly with his family.

It was different, you thought as you watched them. How a family could be so loving towards each other, so full of love.

“This...This is really nice,” you say with a soft smile as your hands wrap around the bowl of miso soup. “I’ve never had a family breakfast like this before,” you confess shyly. “My family is never happy like this, so thank you for showing me what a loving family is supposed to look like.”

Bakugou’s eyes slightly widen at you from your sudden confession and before he could move or do anything, his mom spoke up. “Sweetie, know you’re always welcomed here! You’re already apart of our family!” she says and Masaru gives you an approving nod.

You couldn’t help the widening smile on your lips as you hunch in on yourself shyly, “I can’t thank Katsuki enough for giving me this. For bringing me so much happiness.”

Underneath the table, Bakugou’s hands seek out yours before giving you three firm squeezes as to silently say:

I love you.

[ivyandink]

So in my draft I’m working on rn, I’m at about 50k words, with a goal to hit 90-100k. A little over halfway. 

~vent below the cut~

And I just had a realization about the plot which will potentially dramatically change the ending, aka make these last 40k words I’m about to write moot or at least somewhat moot?? (honestly not totally sure bc I haven’t like *worked out* this new plot direction yet, just had an epiphany lol)

And now I’m confused on if I should just keep going with this draft so I can finish it, or go ahead and start the rewrite/rework. I can sees pros and cons to both lol.

Part of me is like, look dude just COMMIT to the original idea. See it through. See how it all ties up. Because that will potentially give me other insights I would’ve missed if I didn’t go through with it.

But the other part of me now hates this plot bc I know it’s not fully “right” lol.

And idk why I’m even posting about this!!!! I just need to yell it into the void somewhere bc I have no irl writer friends and no other writer groups, and once upon a time I used tumblr as a writing outlet so it kinda just be like that. 

[sunflowerdigs]

So, I did a little sarcastic-y review from the salt mines for RNM 3x09. Warnings for excessive sodium content, Maribel mourning, a desire to recycle cardboard, and, of course, Malex opinions. Without further ado:

- Every time Michael smiles I forget for like 5 whole seconds how much I hate that Malex keeps me shackled to this show. Too cute that he brought Alex lunch (and probably hoped he could sneak a glimpse of him) and they're going on their first date (omg omg omg).❤❤❤❤❤

- Kyle should yell at people more. Starting with his garbage friends who left him in a barn without proper triage or jello cups while he was in a coma (why didn't they just keep him at DS if he's having appointments there anyway? Nevermind... ). Alas, he's starting his understandable rage tour with Uncle Edgelord, who, naturally, makes a dramatic statement and tries to leave. I am so glad Kyle called him on that.

- Delmanes would be cute if Greg didn't have the personality of cardboard. They've created a character who is actually only here to remind us of how special and amazing Maria is. Turns out that's not super interesting. And it's so painfully obvious that it's a pair-your-spares situation. I really wish they'd just give her Kyle, he has the patience of a saint. Anyway, Isobel's pigtails are cute af (rip my Isobel/Maria/Kyle heart - I would have taken Isobel interrupting Delmanes and Heather's post with pigtails today as signs if not for genetics).

- Anatsa and Isobel's development seems to have taken place completely off-screen, like everything else gay on this show, so I'm guessing it's gonna stick. Honestly...I guess this is controversial but Isobel and Maria have really good chemistry and a history. I know their bond is supposed to read "sibling" but it doesn't for me. And rather than waste time watching them flirt with these one-note (ah, Greg chimes in right on time with a convenient line any rando could have delivered) LIs, I'd much rather see them get closer. The whole related thing has thrown a wrench into it for me. That said, it's nice to watch a woman be encouraged to go after another woman. 🎉

- Alex the sci-fi/fantasy nerd figuring out immediately that the hallucination is his own subconscious is 100% legit. Much like Kyle not letting his uncle pull a classic tall-dark-and-broody exit, I appreciate Alex's 4th-wall break moment.

- Not Max and Liz proving that discussions about s2 drama can occur on Roswell New Mexico?! What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Isobel is actually acting a lot like Sherlock Holmes when he's on a case, from the wardrobe to the focus, and it's hot. Also, totally believable that Isobel would be able to pull up that pod from under the ice because we know she's been training even if it didn't happen onscreen. Because she told us. Just a suggestion.

- I love the idea of Jim Valenti as a double-agent, but I don't see how Eduardo thought he could keep Kyle safe by never knowing him. It feels like there's a lot more here Eduardo isn't saying.

- It wasn't a sister-fight that Maria and Isobel had, but whatever (no one got physically shoved or brought up a horrifying memory from 100000 years ago to shove in someone's face in public - doesn't count).

- Also, why would you waste a glass by throwing it into the fireplace? Wouldn't it just explode back in your face? Man, the show is trying so hard with Maria and Greg, I want to give them some kind of romance-novel award for effort (but not success).

- Not Liz and Max showing us that it's possible to move forward by discussing your past mistakes like adults instead of pretending they didn't happen!? What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Draw a line on the bottle? No way, Valenti, he obviously wants you to chuck that whole thing straight into the fire in a fit of passion to prove that his words had an emotional impact.

- Also, Kyle wins the prize for this episode for that speech to Uncle Edgelord. Everyone go home. When do I get a Kyle and Alex spin-off where they travel the world, defying sci-fi tropes and seducing beautiful men and women?

- Not Liz and Max talking loudly about aliens while breaking and entering! This one is actually very believable, I take it back.

- It was idiotic of Liz to trust Heath. And Echo keep having this same fight because MAX IS RIGHT BUT THE SHOW WON'T LET HIM BE. Which is so obnoxious. I would forgive Liz for almost any sin (like, idk, getting a better romantic storyline because she's straight) because she's gorgeous and smart and tough and I wanna go live with her and her mad scientist energy on a deserted island somewhere. But she's being real dumb rn.

- I love the t-shirt and if Vlambase doesn't sell one I will. But he couldn't have held up a radio and blasted some Barry White? I feel like that would have cleared everyone but Alex put of the building real fast. Also, what is time on Roswell NM? Was Alex just setting the alarm every so often for kicks? Does Eduardo really not check in on staff who are working with dangerous technology for days on end? Also, why is this entire plot happening over a single goddamn episode instead of two or more so that we can really feel Alex wasting away under the machine's influence? The reason this twist is at all surprising is also the entire plot's undoing - Alex's demeanor wasn't exactly one of a man obsessed (or an addict, tbh) in his last scene.

- Anyway, back to Rizzoli and Isles. I definitely am always super excited to hear the details of my sister's sex life. All the time. That is totally a sister thing except where it's really not. Do any of these writers actually have a sister? I feel like they must because the Michael/Max/Isobel sibling chemistry is always bang on but Maribel is just...flirty lady city. Oh, and look, the beard just showed up with coffee to cockblock - it really is R&I!

- Back to Alex's plot line, which, much like Isobel's coffee, is Express To-Go. He's become haggard and worn in the time it's taken Michael's mom to find a cute sweater in the void. Seriously, we wasted like 3 whole episodes where Alex was presumably sitting in DS twiddling his thumbs and now he's being worn down by the machine in a single episode? Why didn't this plot start back in episode 3 or 4? Like...look, I don't come on here to be an asshole. But I just really hope they're taking note of what worked this season and what didn't because HOLY PACING FIASCO BATMAN. Just because you're giving us Malex doesn't mean everything else can just be hot garbage (not the acting, Taylor's doing his best to sell this). Also, when did Alex put his leg back on? I have so many questions but they aren't the good kind, so Michael better ride in soon and save this mess.

- Regarding what Nora is saying, it's fine, it makes sense but the zero build up makes it completely ineffective. Alex is afraid he doesn't love enough - it would have been nice to see that over several episodes instead of just being told in a burst of sudden exposition but, you know. Nice straight things we can't have, I guess.

- If Michael and Alex want their relationship to "purr" they could, idk, talk through their past misunderstandings like people in relationships do. Or the show could keep throwing exposition bombs at them, idek.

- Are those empty toilet paper rolls inside the machine? I knew the CW was budget but come on...

- And we finally get the Heath connection and it's to our brand new trope-y character, Wise Old Black Man Dallas. It's surprising but only because the 4th alien didn't exist before this episode. So, good job.

Overall, not the worst episode of RNM ever. I only wondered why I watch this show maybe 3 times this episode. And Michael's enthusiasm for Alex was adorable.