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[groudonenjoyer]

something I think is cool is the oceanic motifs of all the void creatures and areas in ror2…

the void fields are covered in a seaweed like plant and have the appearance of underwater trenches.

the enemies originating from the void have clear oceanic themes as well, mostly being crustaceans.

there’s even some void items are are obviously sea creature themed as well (zoeas being a type of crustacean, shrimp being shellfish, the tentacles clearly resembling octopi)

this is likely because of the idea that both deep space and deep sea environments are dark, expansive, and isolated.

so… what the fuck is void fiend?? we know it’s a mutated human, but what is it like underneath the helmet? did it get turned into some deep sea abomination too??? what kind of corruption did it get from the void??

[bearambles]

ARUGUMENT FIC W HAMZAH PLEASE like gets into an argument and you need to cool off and leave and he won’t let you jus angst 👅👅

jealous

(hamzahthefantastic)

words: 1.9k

warnings: established relationship, angst, arguing, swearing, hamzah is kinda a pos, happy ending

note: i hope this is what you were hoping for! i could also 100% write a part 2. also, i think another anon recently requested an argument fic, so there might be another one coming bc it was honestly fun to write. love u all, more fics coming soon

hamzah is driving you insane.

he’s usually not the “jealous type”, but for some reason, today is different. he’s grumpy and pissy and you think you know why.

last night you had gone out to dinner with a few friends from your old school. you weren’t out late, and the group was only about ten people, but to his dismay, your ex boyfriend was one of them.

you told him about it as soon as you knew, and he was pretty passive as soon as he heard. still, he didn’t make too big of a deal, even when you wore your skimpy little outfit to the bar. after all, it was high school. besides, he trusts you.

that was until he saw the pictures. your exs hand on your waist. the way he’s next to you in the group photo. it all really pisses him the fuck off, and even when you swear to him it meant nothing and the guy didn’t mean it, he wasn’t so sure.

“y/n, you see this guy after like five years, you look fine as fuck wearing that tiny fucking skirt, and you think he won’t be into you?”

you scoff, your chest now rising and falling. you really never pegged hamzah as the type of guy to act like this. yet here he was, standing in your bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed over his chest.

you’d crawled into bed last night to him asleep, and the two of you had been completely fine until this morning. he woke up to see your friend post on instagram about the night prior. he scrolled through her photos before finding the ones of the whole group.

“okay, so it’s my fault if he was?”

“i didn’t say that.”

“you meant it though!” you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated. “listen, i already told you it was nothing. but if it wasn’t, if he was interested, it doesn’t matter, because im dating you.”

he smiles tightly and shakes his head, the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb.

“sure. okay. yeah.”

“you think i’d cheat?”

you stare at him, your blood pressure rising. you can’t believe the way he’s acting. the shit he’s implying you’d do.

“i never fucking said that, y/n. i’m just saying he was touchy, and you won’t admit it.”

“it was one fucking photo! he happened to be next to me! where did you want him to put his hands?”

“anywhere else! not your waist! it’s fucking weird!”

“so you’re mad at me because of the way a guy acted towards me.” you say, sitting down on your bed and mimicking his move of crossing his arms. “that’s really fucking progressive of you.”

“oh my god, you know that’s not true. jesus christ. i’m not mad, im just fucking annoyed. and i don’t like how you acted either.”

“how did i act hamzah. you weren’t even fucking there.” you start to feel tears prick your eyes. you hate crying in front of him, you rarely do. but this was so frustrating, listening to him accuse you when you only love him.

“i still saw.” he mumbles, clearly losing what he was trying to say in the first place. he’s just spitballing stuff at this point.

he isn’t even looking at you any more. his eyes meet the floor and he’s breathing so hard you can hear it just barely. he’s close enough to where you could reach out to his arm and pull him on top of you. you won’t though.

“saw what? my tiny skirt?” you laugh, baffled. “just leave me alone.” you can feel some of the tears start to fall.

he looks up at you when he hears your voice break. his eyes soften their gaze but he stays where he’s standing. it’s silent for a moment before you speak again.

“go away, hamzah.” you say, moving your position to lay down, your face turned away from him.

“no. i wanna talk.”

you’re silent.

“y/n-“

“i said go away.” you mumble between sobs.

you’re stiff for a long moment before you hear him sigh. he turns and leaves your room, and you wait till you hear the door click before really letting yourself sob.

you’d dealt with this in the past - controlling relationships where anything you did around any ex was considered suspicious. in fact, you almost didn’t go last night. but you’d wanted to catch up with your old friends. if it was up to you, you wouldn’t have had your ex there either. he was a total jerk back in the day. but he was, and it was fine. you’d barely spoken outside of taking that group picture.

you don’t want to fight with hamzah. he’s your person. but the way he’s acting is scary.

eventually you decide you need some air. you get dressed, throw on some makeup, and head out the door. you don’t know where you’re going, but you know it needs to be away from here. away from him.

he jumps up from the couch and catches your wrist right before you can turn the knob. you whip your head around, and meet his eyes. he looks just as pissed as before.

“where are you going?” he asks, still gripping you hard

“what, do i need your permission to leave the fucking house now?” you bite back, wriggling our arm free, “get off me. i’ll be back later.”

he starts to protest, but you slam the door before you hear any of it. if you had any fucks left to give, youd tear up again. at this point though, you’ve had enough. if he wanted to be like this, you weren’t gonna entertain it.

the city’s relatively walkable, so that’s what you do. there’s plenty of stuff to do around the area. retail therapy, you think. whatever makes you forget about this argument for a while.

-

it’s late when you walk home. later than the night before, and later than you’d ever been out without calling. you and hamzah had one another’s location, so really, he could see anytime where you were. which was the outdoor mall, and then the local bar. you’d only had a few drinks, but you were there for a good two hours. just talking and talking to the bartender. you guys are friends, and she was a good listener. so she listened.

“he’s just being so mean. and like, he’s never mean. sometimes we argue and stuff, but it’s always over stupid stuff, you know? and like, we make up super quick. but he’s like, so mad at me. and i swear to god, i didn’t even do anything.”

“it’s his first real relationship, right?” she asks, while pouring a drink

“yeah. i guess maybe that’s why. i just like, never thought he’d be like this. all jealous.”

“i think most guys are, honestly. or at least, the insecure ones. either way though, he shouldn’t be acting that way. i’m glad you got out to clear your head.”

you nod and take a sip. you’re tipsy, you realize. it actually feels pretty nice though. letting loose to someone like this. you should be talking to hamzah, but he doesn’t seem to want to listen. you sigh and shake your head like it’ll clear the thoughts away.

when you walk through the door, the house is silent. it’s nearly one am, so you assume at first that hamzah fell asleep. that is until you’re going to hang your jacket up and hear him open the bedroom door. you press your eyes closed, ready for the reprimanding.

“you scared the shit out of me.”

you turn around to face him, and his eyebrows are knit together. he’s in the doorway, his arms crossed and his back against the doorframe. he chews at his lip.

“sorry.” you mumble, going to take your shoes off.

“sorry?” he scoffs, uncrossing his arms and using them as he speaks, “you were out for hours, y/n!”

“i told you i’d be back later.” you don’t look at him, don’t step forward. you stand there, your arms pressed against our chest, holding yourself tight.

“that’s all i get then? not even a text? what the fuck, y/n.” his nostrils flare as he talks, and he starts moving closer to you. “I had no idea if you were safe! you could have gotten fucking killed.”

you laugh, moving your head back like you can’t believe what he’s saying. though honestly - he’s right. the city can be sketchy, especially at night. you seldom went on walks without him this late. especially drunk. which, he hasn’t seemed to notice you are yet.

“killed? come on.”

“don’t act like that’s crazy to say. the streets are dangerous. you know that!” he’s in your face now, motioning with his hands. “seriously, y/n, what the fuck.”

you flinch as he raises his hands in exclamation.

“so you’re mad again, great.” before you know it, you’re crying again.

you hold yourself tighter as tears start to fall. you feel like a little kid, just standing there helpless. the drinks are really getting you now.

hamzah is silent for a minute as you sob. he stands so close to you, but doesn’t dare move. when you finally look up at him, his gaze has softened and his hands are in his pockets. he reaches out slowly to brush your hair out of your face, looking at you like he’s waiting for protest. instead, you lean into his hand on your cheek.

he stares at you for a moment and you can’t tell how he feels. his eyes scan your features, landing on your lips, which are quivering just slightly. after a few moments of just looking at one another, he puts his arms out, offering a hug.

you fall against his chest and start sobbing all over again.

he rubs circles into your back absent-mindly, whispering little “shhs”. you don’t even thin of how angry you were today. how mean he was. you just cry and let him hold you. he pulls you two apart and goes to hold your face in his palms.

“how much did you drink,baby? " he asks, wiping a tear.

“not that much. just like, a few.”

“a few what?”

“mmm seltzers?” you say, more of a question than an answer.

he sighs.

“okay. well, i think you should go to bed, yeah?”

your eyes scan his face, searching for whatever emotion he’s hiding. surely he’s still angry. you hold onto both his arms while you speak.

“hamzah.”

“yeah?”

“i don’t like my high school boyfriend.”

“i know.”

he presses his eyes shut tight. his chest rises and falls slowly and before you can argue that he clearly doesn’t know, he speaks again.

“i was gonna apologize when you got home.”

“but now you’re mad again.” you say, pouting

“not about that. and i’m not mad, y/n, i was worried. you were gone for five hours without a text or anything.”

“m’sorry.” you mumble, pressing your head against his chest again.

“let’s go to bed, okay?”

he strokes your hair as you breath in his scent. he’s warm, and it hits you how tired you are. Ou nod softly against him and before you know it, he’s picking you up and carrying you to bed. giggling, you land with a plop. he joins you and holds you tight.

“we can talk more tomorrow, yeah. you deserve a better apology but i have a feeling you won’t remember much of it if i tell you now.”

you nod, scooting back to press your back against his chest. he kisses your shoulder. you fall asleep.

-

i hope you guys enjoyed >.< requests are open

[elodieunderglass]

Referring to you "anxieties of the culture" horror tropes post, I just watched the 1990 adaptation of IT and this comes less than a month after watching both Kolchak movies & starting the TV show. What do you think it was about the late-70s/early-80s that led to "the killer is a monster that hibernates for a set number of years before returning to perform the killings again, as a grim echo of the past, and it's up to the heroes to stop it now before it rears its ugly head again"? There's gotta be some "pass-the-buck" crisis that PEAKED in that time period, something that was a long time coming before that and may or may not have continued since. I don't think it's climate change, that wasn't really at Critical Mass yet until the HFC hairspray crisis of the mid-80s. Your thoughts?

(In reference to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/elodieunderglass/729604545735458816)

Oh that is SO interesting! I also like the Horrors of the Past that Re-Emerge. You get them in fantasy too. To some extent they’re quite nice, because they displace responsibility, allowing the heroes to grapple with something distanced. necromantically resurrected Zombie Nazis will always be a more appealing enemy, for a broad market, than your present-day actual real life QAnon uncle. You can blow up an Ancient Horror as much as you like, can’t you? You don’t need to worry about the tricky present-day political circumstances that birthed the serial killer if it’s actually an ancient time-travelling monster. Monsters are often articulated and described and used because they are “safe” in this way: a displaced thing that can be used. Separate from us in species, appearance, home planet, history of origin, motives, spacetime - the farther they are from us and our shared background, the more justifiable it is to nuke them from orbit, to make a splashy movie.

HOWEVER. As I said in that post - “horror reflects social anxieties” is a SUPER well-described piece of media study and you can read proper writing about that anywhere. I encourage you to seek it out! They say it much better than I do.

I also said in that post that I, myself, don’t watch horror/movies/film. It isn’t due to contempt for the genre, or fear of the content - I just can’t get into it or get immersed, which defeats the point of an immersive genre meant to provoke response. (For example, despite being explicitly told that I would love Stranger Things Season 4 and that I was required to write fic about it for a friend, I gave out at the beginning of season 2; despite being really fond of Welcome to Night Vale at a formative time of my life, I dropped out before StrexCorp. And those are things I generally liked, wanted to consume, and knew I would enjoy! It’s a me problem, and I’m not bothered by it. I am TOO BUSY.)

That’s just to say that I could spitball some thoughts, but I’d be out of my depth.

But here’s an idea. A very small minority of people in the notes took offence to me having meta thoughts about horror when I don’t consume the genre - and worse, saying them out loud, while also openly admitting that I’m out of my depth and would prefer an expert to say it better. “YOU are a COWARD,” they say. “The audacity of commenting on a trend in a genre that you don’t even watch.” “You complain so much but don’t even watch these films” “imagine writing all this with such a bad attitude about horror.” etc.

I think those people have effectively volunteered to write you an essay. They clearly have the horror-consuming chops! Perhaps not the reading comprehension … or analysis skills… but they definitely watch a lot more horror media than I do, so why not give them a crack at it? (This is jokes, don’t bother them.)

Alternatively - there are a lot of clever and savvy people with good takes around here, so they’re welcome to spin out some answers on this post.

[0zzysaurus]

Compilation of fun Wreck-Gar/Junkion things you definitely haven’t seen before

First, some more fun extracts from Collect and Save by Tim Waggoner from the 2004 Transformers Legends short story anthology.

Couple of reused ‘TV talk’ quotes that are used here are also in the season 3 G1 episode The Big Broadcast of 2006 as well as the 1986 movie, but it’s mostly original spitballing from my favourite guy. Salvage here is a Recyclon who — with his crew — are trying to recycle the planet of Junk into Energon for their evil masters.

Here we have some fun panels from Transformers Versus GI Joe 2015, and yes, that’s correct. From 2015. Don’t ask me why it looks so shit for this late in the game. At least he looks super cool (especially his bike mode!!!) in these handful of panels. Honestly, this entire comic needs its own post because its crazy. The art is horrendous but the writing is really funny. I’ve opted to leave out the panel of Wreck doing drugs but you can go and find it if you want 😭

Also from TF vs GI Joe, this is apparently what Rodimus and Wreck-Gar are getting up to now that the war is over. Rarepair content can be found anywhere if you know how to find it. NEVER claim to understand my struggle if you haven’t had to dig this hard.

Speaking of digging hard, a sticker book… from 1986… That’s how deep I’m willing to dig for even a SCRAP of content. And don’t worry, I know they missed out the “ba weep” in the universal greeting, Kup forgot to say it too on his panel but I opted for a different panel of Kup for this post. Another quote from Wreck here that is also reused from TBB2006 except now he’s using it for Hot Rod instead of for his girlfriend — so that counts as wreckrod content to me ^^

That’s all I got for now, I’ll go hunting for the other books he shows up in at a later time that I’ve already read for more silly appearances of the best guy, but when I tell you I’ve exhausted all avenues, I truly have. I guess… I guess now I just have to wait for… someone to write fanfiction….

Ooooo you wanna write wreckrod fanfic for me soooooo bad…..

[a-crazy-fangirl]

SPN posting ahead!

This might be a controversial take, but I am firmly of the opinion that Dean full on settled for Lisa and didn’t really love her like he thought he did.

NOTE: I SAY THIS WITH ALL THE LOVE AND RESPECT FOR LISA!! My hand to God, I’m not trying to be a hater or anything like that. Lisa’s perfectly fine, I just think she and Dean aren’t compatible.

I think he stayed with her because she checked a lot of the boxes of what he thought he wanted. Like on paper, Lisa should be perfect for him. Lisa and her lifestyle embodies what Dean thought he wanted— a picket fence life away from hunting with a hot, down to earth woman and a good kid that idolizes him. It was what his Dad was fighting to avenge, so I think Dean internalized his dad’s desires and goals and saw it as the be all and end all of what someone should want. And again, like he was taught from a very young age, achievement of “goals” and “tasks” as defined by his dad should supersede whatever “””fantasies””” he had for himself (aka his own desires, thoughts, and feelings).

So in that light, maybe his emotional connection with Lisa wasn’t as good as he had experienced with other women, but she was supportive enough and offered a lifestyle that he thought he wanted, so he made due with her fully expecting the rest of the pieces to fall into place. I think he expected that, based on what his dad taught him, if he was a good partner and did what he was supposed to do, the love and happiness would inevitably follow.

I think the fact it didn’t was a part of the reason he went back to hunting with Sam so readily.

Above all, I think the failure of his relationship with Lisa was a moment of serious growth for Dean.

I want to preface this by saying I don’t think he settled intentionally like some kind of fuckboy. He truly cared about Lisa and Ben, without a doubt, and I fully believe he went into that relationship thinking he was right where he wanted and needed to be. I don’t think he went into it lightly or casually by any stretch of the imagination.

But I think his relationship with Lisa, and the way it failed over the course of season 5/6, taught him that a relationship has to be more than just your idealized concept of what a partner (and a relationship) should be. It also involves the connection and truth, no matter how messy or vulnerable that maybe. That, and that it doesn’t always match up with what you expect it should be.

What cements my theory for me is the relationships he had with people that were fully a part of his entire life, warts and all. He loved Cassie. He was on his way to loving Jo. He loved Benny. And he loved Castiel.

His connections with those who truly saw and understood him for who he was in his entirety were far deeper than what he got from someone so far removed from his life.

Looking beyond what’s textual and more into my spitball, head canon opinions, if the show had been fair to Dean, he would have ended up with a fellow hunter— I think that would have been the only way Dean could have had a “real” love interest. Dean is a very emotional man and I think he would need someone who really fully understood him. He never really got that in any long-term fling that was well depicted in the show, which sucks. I think, after everything, he deserved that. I wish we had had at least one lady that matched his freak

(It would have been Jo but the fandom motherfuckers in the mid/late 00s fucked that up for us 🤬)

TLDR!! Lisa strikes me more as someone who John would have liked Dean to pursue rather than someone Dean would have organically sought out on his own. For that reason, the relationship failed because it was what Dean thought he wanted rather than what he actually wanted.

[uvonobu]

Uvonaga yapping under the cut ^_^

Don’t read if u hate this ship plzzzz I am so sick of the haters pls just scroll brah… if get another cmmt abt how “they were just friends” I’m gonna crash out yes I know just let me enjoy my own hyperfixation vro 😔

Okay I had to get this thought out cause I know if I fall asleep now I’ll forget it

I was thinking about how Uvogin’s relationship with Nobunaga was described, versus how we saw him with Shalnark. It’s interesting- from that interaction with Shal you’d think he’d be the most affectionate in the group, the one who’s the least afraid of showing his appreciation towards the others. But apparently, he wasn’t like this with Nobunaga. Why might that be?

So let’s get into this; According to Franklin, both Nobunaga and Uvogin were unable to talk about much they enjoyed being in the other’s company when they’d get paired up. Also, Uvogin would never admit that he liked fighting with Nobunaga by his side. He said he only liked fighting alone. But when he was with Nobunaga, he automatically got stronger. Because fighting for the sake of someone else, someone he loved, it fueled him. Uvogin liked protecting Nobunaga, though he never admitted it. Not because Nobunaga is weak, but because his hatsu isn’t suited for large groups of people, and therefor Uvo would feel responsible if something were to happen to him.

Now, with Franklin’s words in mind, let’s access why Uvo would be embarrassed admitting he liked having Nobunaga with him when fighting, while simultaneously kissing Shal on the cheek without any trouble, especially considering Uvo is stated to be much closer to Nobunaga than anyone else.

I think it’s because his relationship with Nobunaga was much different than his relationship with Shal. He was able to to show affection to Shal without much thought because his friendship with Shalnark is very causal. He felt grateful, and he felt like showing it in the moment, because he was confident in their relationship. He knew it wouldn’t change anything between them; he was just thankful. But with close he is to Nobunaga, showing affection like that might actually mean something.

I’m NOT saying this is what’s canon, I’m just spitballing possible answers. It’s impossible to actually tell what was going on in his head. Here are some of the things I’ve thought of as explanations (all uvonaga biased not sorry):

- What he feels for Nobunaga is just fundamentally different from what he feels for Shalnark. A causal friendship versus a deep friendship, and one is harder to admit for him. (is it really a friendship?)

- He’s not embarrassed, but he feels no need to verbally show affection towards Nobunaga because they’re both aware of how much they care for each other, even if they fight occasionally.

- He doesn’t want something changing in their relationship if he were to show the same level of affection towards Nobunaga.

- Him and Nobunaga simply have a different relationship structure, and he acts a different way around different people.

It’s late. I’m tired. I might update this in the morning. I HAD to get this out tho. If ur a non uvonaga shipper and u have an explanation that’s normal pls tell me cause I genuinely cannot see a heterosexual explanation for this but that’s cause I’m uvonaga brainrotted

Good night uvonaga Nation im sleepy I wrote this at midnight ignore any mistakes plz

[secretlywritingstories]

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Summary:

Phil casually created an idea how to bring back the gaming channel, Dan stayed up too late writing a skit and now they've got to go pick up Dil's head. To rise again, you must first acknowledge that you died.

Tags: 2023!phan, domestic fluff, introspective Dan, the gaming channel LIVES! (essentially just me in my feels)

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They had to do it. It was necessary. The end of an era.

In many ways leaving 2018 behind had meant closing a lot of Dan and Phil boxes. The Interactive Introverts tour finished up, gaming channel went on hiatus and Phil is not on fire was celebrated for the tenth and final time. They needed to create some distance from the "Dan and Phil" that were joined and the hip.

Well, online.

In real life, it was quite a different story. They still liked to live in each other’s pockets most of the time. It was a familiar habit that none of them were keen to break. In fact, they had only grown closer and stronger in the years that had passed.

They had come out, they had built their forever home, they were laying down the foundations for the future that they would have together. More than four years had gone by quickly and one thing from their past was still caught in limbo.

It was about time they did something about it.

“Are you ready?” Phil asked, looking over at Dan when as the car pulled up to the storage unit facility.

He was smiling, practically bouncing in his seat, and Dan’s heart squeezed so tenderly. Phil had been ready for this for longer than him. Dan had been the one that needed to pull the plug on the channel back in the day, and Phil had respected it, but he’d insisted on calling it a hiatus. So that they could eventually bring it back.

It hadn’t taken much for Dan to agree, even though he wasn’t sure what the future would bring. He didn’t like closing doors behind him, and the gaming channel had been something quite special. It had been a lot of work and taken a lot of their time and energy, but it had been worth it.

It was something fun that they did together, and that their community could enjoy and rejoice in it. He really hoped the excitement would still be there. He had faith in them but it was still scary.

“I’m ready,” Dan said with a nod, even as his breath felt caught in his throat.

Phil’s hand found his, low and out of sight of the driver, and he didn’t let go until they were climbing out of the car. They always found ways to gravitate towards each other, exist in the same space for the simple comfort of being near your person, but it was only in the last few years that holding hands publicly had been a thing.

They were still being subtle about it, but they did it now. Reach out and gasp, for a brief or a long moment. Before it had felt too gay, like it was going to out them, if anyone saw it.

Things were different now.

It was a bit of a walk down narrow hallways to get to their own storage unit. Dan hadn’t actually been here since they moved everything into it, and he was suddenly hit the with urge to turn tail and run.

It was a ridiculous thought. He should not be running away from his past. It wasn’t scary. Not exactly, but every token and letter in that storage unit held a little part of their history. They were bridging eras now bringing something from the past into the future.

Dan’s feet felt heavy but before he could get too lost in existential dread, Phil was grabbing his hand again and physically pulling him forward. It made Dan snort, but he let himself get pulled along easily. Sometimes, it was good to have Phil just act when Dan became immobilised like this.

The whole announcement had been Phil’s idea too. He’d clearly just been spitballing and messing around with some ideas for fun. It hadn’t been the first time that he’d talked about how they could bring the gaming channel back from hiatus, but it was the first time that Dan hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

It had haunted him for a couple of days until he was up late and writing an actual script for the skit that Phil had suggested. It was short and sweet, meant to be funny but also pull on your heartstrings just a little.

He had never quite mastered how to be a funny guy without some sentimentality.

Rather than telling Phil that he’d written the script, he’d just sent it to him on email. It was a cop out, but it was truly easier to just get his thoughts onto the page and then release them without needing to look into anyone’s eyes.

Though Phil had come charging in, midday the following day, with eyes shining so brightly. He didn’t even need to say anything, just stand there and look with his mouth open, phone in hand, presumably open on the email. Dan had nodded.

Yeah, it was time. The doomed hiatus should come to an end.

Still, it felt hard to unlock their unit and be met with so many of their old memorabilia that they hadn’t wanted to get rid of. They hadn’t wanted their new home overrun with all Dan and Phil stuff from their online careers, so it had felt like a good middle way to rent this place. To have it be somewhere safe and not too far away but not just hiding in the basement.

Or the closet.

They really didn’t want to be shoving anything back into that. It had taken years for Dan to fully crawl his way out and he was never going to let anyone put any part of him back into it again.

It thankfully wasn’t difficult to find Dil’s head. The papier-mâché monstrosity was hauntingly big. On more than on occasion, it had jumpscared Dan back when it had lived on top of their closet in the old gaming channel room.

“Come here, old fellow,” Phil said, pushing through boxes uncoordinated, with only his eyes set on his prize.

Dan followed, reaching out a hand to steady Phil’s hip as he went up on his toes to try to wiggle the head down with just his fingertips. When they’d tossed it on top of the selves, Dan hadn’t considered when they needed to get it down. It had been too hard to think about.

Phil got his fingers under the edge and pulled it down with a war cry and then leaned back too fast. He was balancing the head in his hand, and while it wasn’t heavy, it was quite big and awkward to hold onto.

“Fuck, Phil,” Dan cursed under his breath, as too much of Phil’s weight was suddenly falling into him. He tightened his hold on Phil’s hip and moved his other hand to grab his arm, just narrowly managing not to send the two of them falling into the boxes to their left.

“Oops,” Phil said innocently, and turned around to Dan with a big smile. “But look, I got it! Dil Howlter in all of his glory!”

It really was remarkable how well the head had held up after all of these years and all of the travelling that it had endured. It had been through the ringer, but it was still looking good.

Dan reached out towards Dil’s cheek, feeling the old paint under his fingertips. He touched it with softness, almost feeling an urge to whisper an apology to the obnoxious big head. It was stupid. Obviously, Dil Howlter had been alive and well in their old computer all of this time. He was a string of code and he couldn’t care less that Dan and Phil had abandoned playing with him and the little family that had grown around him.

But he knew there were others that had waited. It was no joke that him and Phil still got questions whether Dab and Evan ever would get the wedding they deserved. Their community hadn’t forgotten, and while they could always rewatch the old videos, this was the chance to show them something new.

To give into that urge to exist together on camera again, getting lost in games side by side, like they had done before.

“You hold him,” Phil said, practically showing Dil’s head into Dan’s chest. Phil acted like it was on a whim and turned around to look at another box, but Dan knew well enough that Phil had seen right through him. Seen that Dan just needed a moment to take it all in.

They were doing this. Peej, Sophie and Sean had all said yes. The church was rented. The make-up artist and sound guy booked. They were shooting it next week. No expense was spared. It was going to be a fun little video, but it was also an important one. All props except one had been collected.

Dan was holding the last piece.

He looked down into Dil’s soulless eyes, and it felt like something unfurled in his chest. It started slow and spread out, and suddenly, he was smiling. So widely that his face almost hurt. His body felt like it was buzzing and he kind of wanted to jump up and down as an outlet to this sudden surge of energy.

This was real. They were doing this. They were bringing it back.

“There you are,” Phil said, and suddenly, he was right back in Dan’s space, pulling the head from his hand, so he could get right up in Dan's space.

Phil’s hands touched his cheeks, with the same softness that Dan had reached out to touch Dil. Phil held onto him and made their eyes meet. Dan’s excitement kept bubbling in his chest, growing wildly when he could watch the giddiness in Phil’s eyes again. It had never left. He’d always had a much easier time with stuff like this, and yet, he was right there waiting for Dan to catch up.

He was always doing that. Letting Dan pump the breaks on things without a single complaint.

“Sorry, I took so long,” Dan said, his smile growing even wider. It felt like he was shaking, or maybe he was just buzzing. It was hard to tell. The emotions felt so big in his chest that he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

No longer would this be the end of an era. It would be the beginning of a new one. He’d even gotten Phil on board with full-on swearing in the skit. It was going to be so good.

“We’re right on time,” Phil said, face moving close enough that his lips almost brushed against Dan’s as he spoke. “Always perfectly on time, Dan.”

Phil was much more of a man of action but he knew how Dan felt about words. He had gotten quite good at putting his affections into the shape where it would reach Dan the easiest. It was only on special occasions that Phil broke his own instincts to meet Dan’s. Moments like this.

Dan leaned forward, just enough to catch Phil’s lips against his. A familiar quick press against each other. He let out a shaky exhale as he pulled back, and flickered his eyes up to look at Phil again.

It was going to be a goddamn pleasure to be able to sit down next to him and goof off on camera while they had fun playing video games. He’d missed it, and it like he hadn’t quite realised how deeply until it was back within his grasp.

“Let’s go resurrect this bitch,” Dan said, leaning over to grab Dil’s head again.

[rodolfoparras]

omg spitballs are open again?? pulls out idea that has been brewing in my mind for the past while

you and price go to the gym together! it's not something you usually do, at least not as often as price does, since he needs to work out and stay in form due to his job and everything along with it + you love how buff he is too (big tits my love)

it's not a couple going to the gym together if they don't get waaay too close while working out

so imagine sitting on Price's lap while he benchpresses, grinding down against him and making out with him after every successful set (the worst enemies of gym goers)

or he presses himself too close to you while lifting weights, and you can feel his now hard cock, from the previous teasing you've been doing, against your ass.

after a while, price just can't take the teasing anymore and drags you to the gym bathroom, pushing you into a stall and getting on his knees. you've been grinding, teasing, and pressing against him so much and it drove him crazy, straight up just pulling down your gym shorts and starting to suck you off, and you know he's going to suck you dry

it's your punishment for being such a tease, and you'll have to keep it down lest anybody hears :)

-🌷

Can I first and foremost say that u 🌷 anon along with my other anonies send such amazing prompts sometimes I read a prompt and wish you’d post it so I can scream about it on the dash🧎🏻��♂️ this is me begging y’all to pls post ur wonderful writing🫶🏻

BUT HEAR ME OUT

Thinking about Price and you being in a relationship but keeping it a secret because you work closely together so it would be seen as highly unprofessional

Since you don’t really get to spend much time with him, you take any opportunity you get and one thing you like to do together is go to the gym on base especially late at night because usually there’s no one there

But as you walk through the door hand in hand, you’re met with the sight of a soldier doing sit ups somewhere in the corner and that’s all it takes for the two of you to jump apart.

The soldier turns to greet the two captains but quickly returns to what they’d been doing earlier.

As you walk to your own corner of the gym you see the sullen look on Price’s faces and you do your best to cheer him up, reassuring him that the soldier will probably leave any time now, even giving his butt a playful squeeze when the soldier isn’t looking

“Don’t even think about it love” he says, catching your wrist just as you’re about to squeeze him again.

“I’m not even doing anything” you say, trying to suppress the smile on your face.

Unfortunately the soldier doesn’t leave and as time passes Price gets more grumpier because at the end of the day he didn’t actually come here to work out and no amount of subtly smiles and discreet touches will make him happy again

Things turn for worse when the soldier randomly walks up to you and asks you to spot them, and sure he’d be able to bite through it if itwent by quickly and the soldier didn’t constantly shower you in compliments.

But it’s been 30 minutes since the soldier had asked you to spot them and he doesn’t know how many more “you’re so strong captain” that he can take.

It’s when the soldier actually starts feeling you up that he snaps, and quickly walks over to you two, dragging you by the elbow to the changing room, and ignoring the surprised look on the soldiers face.

You don’t even get to ask what he’s doing before he’s pushing you up against a bench and stripping the work out clothes off of his body before tugging your pants down your legs.

Although you’re suprised by his actions you can feel blood pooling to your lower half, cock swelling as you spot the sight of his wet cunt.

He doesn’t straddle your waist instead he puts a foot ontop the bench before he lines your cockhead up with his entrance.

“Bet that soldier cant make you feel this good” he says before he sinks down on your length.

[new-employeeamillion]

Someone might ask me about this for next year’s QnA, but what the heck.

My immediate thoughts regarding the tentative Warner/Paramount merger.

I’m no business expert, but I’m educated enough to know that merging two already huge media companies will be a bad thing for workers. Remember what happened when Disney bought Fox 5 years ago? Content from both companies has become more homogeneous since then.

Just thinking about the idea that Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon could share the same parent company has me worried. They’ve already been dealing with identity crises since the streaming bubble took people’s attention away from cable, and if they both have the same executives controlling them, that’ll just make the situation worse. Think about how low their viewership has gotten in the past decade. If they’re both under the control of the same company, one or both of them will have the plug pulled. And with Cartoon Network Studios shutting down recently, I bet it’s going to be them.

I’m spitballing here, getting paranoid over a hypothetical outcome that only exists in my head right now, but if Cartoon Network is no longer a studio, channel or active brand identity by 2025 or 2026, that’ll make me really sad. Sure I don’t follow their new stuff as much as I review their old stuff, but I focus on their old stuff for a reason. It’s a symbol of the animation renaissance of the late 80s, 90s and early 2000s. The medium was in crisis before then, but an impassioned new wave of animators brought it back, with the help of a business tycoon and his channel that actually saw value in the art form. I can’t see that happening again when there’s less companies and less job opportunities for animators. Time isn’t always cyclical. This could very well be the end what we currently consider the Modern Era of Animation.

And the possibility of Warner Bros. owning SpongeBob has me even more concerned about its future. They could do one of two things:

-Cancel everything in the franchise as a tax write-off (can you blame anyone for thinking they’ll do that?)

-Dip even harder into movies and spin-offs, making Nickelodeon’s current strategy seem quaint

Here’s the thing. I wouldn’t be so apprehensive about movies (beyond the first two) and spin-offs if the main show was over already. I’m not saying Season 13 and 14 are bad and shouldn’t exist, just that Nickelodeon should only be doing one or the other, the main show or subsequent media. At this point, I’ve come to terms that SpongeBob is like Mickey Mouse and Looney Tunes, this animated mascot that’s outlived the creator and so will always be a symbol of the corporation it came from. But notice how with Mickey Mouse and Looney Tunes, their original serieses ended decades and decades ago. We’ve been getting spin-offs, film appearances and complete reimaginings for far longer than their original theatrical shorts were in production.

I’m fine with SpongeBob still being around as a mascot in 50 years like them, but not if the show is going to be in its 44th season and a virtually different production with different people behind it. There is the likelihood that Warner Bros. Discovery Paramount will look at the ratings it’s getting on Nick and put it to rest, leaving behind spin-offs and reimaginings. As harsh as it is to say, that’s the safest possible outcome, but I don’t think that’ll be what they do. They’ll either do even more to oversaturate the brand, or throw it all away like it’s worthless. Sorry if this spiel has been pretty cynical, but I have no reason to be optimistic if this goes through.

The only thing people are excited about with all this is all the crossover possibilities if all the NickToons and Cartoon Network Originals were owned by the same people. And while they seem tantalising, those old franchises were only so good because the creators were encouraged to compete, encouraged to experiment, encouraged to make what they wanted to watch, and encouraged to leave a lasting impact. If the merger goes through, that might not be the case. Crossovers are literally the only positive people seem to be gleaming from this, so fair enough. Have those happy thoughts, because you’re really gonna need them. A SpongeBob/Looney Tunes crossover will break everyone’s brains though, and I mean that in bad and good ways.

[roosterbox]

Stripper Steve/Writer Eddie

Inspired by my results from a NSFW generator tweet, lol. This is just a brainstorming session, mainly so I can put SOMETHING in my WIP folder for this idea.

Said results were: Stripper Steve, Writer Eddie, At a Gay Bar, Size Kink. Simple enough. It could be either a smutty PWP one-shot, or a smutty epic romance. I could see it going either way, but I never met a story I couldn’t spice up by adding romantic clichés.

So Writer!Eddie meets Stripper!Steve at a gay bar. Sparks fly, as they often do. Eddie has a bit of a size kink, and loves how strong and muscular Steve is compared to him. They talk a little bit about their respective professions (especially Steve, who wants to nip any anti-sex work or anti-stripper bias Eddie may have in the bud as quick as possible. He’s been slut-shamed about it way too many times to count; Eddie’s cool with it), and decide to head back to Eddie’s place to have sex. Turns out Eddie has a huge dick, and Steve has a size kink too.

[if this was a PWP one-shot, this is where it would end. But I love to complicate things, lol, and so it continues…]

Initially, the plan is just for a one night stand, but of course, this is Steddie, and they can’t get enough of each other. They start meeting up semi-regularly. And it’s not just sex either. Sometimes they have dinner beforehand. Sometimes one of them spends the night and stays for breakfast. It doesn’t take long for them to develop, ugh, FEELINGS. Eddie, who’s been in a bit of a creative dry spell lately, finds himself able to write again. Sometimes he’ll even read Steve a few passages from his novel in progress (Steve, who is semi-dozing beside him in bed, is only half-listening, but tells him it sounds good).

But eventually, because romance story cliché, some wires get crossed. Maybe Steve realizes he’s catching feelings (caught feelings, really - these boys are down BAD), and breaks things off. Maybe they both say hurtful things they don’t mean. It’s easy to be hurt when you’ve fallen so hard.

Some time later (idk, a year? Don’t press me for details, I’m spitballing here, lol), Eddie’s book comes out. Bestseller, naturally. It’s not specifically a love story, but the love is practically dripping off every page (not like that, ya nasty). It’s textual, but also abstract and symbolic. It’s painfully obvious to anyone who reads it that Eddie was in love, but it didn’t work out. Someone (Robin? Yeah, Robin) lends Steve the book and tells him to read it. Because she is wise and knows all. He does, and is incredibly touched and emotional about it. Because even though people have been teasing him for being “just a pretty face” his whole life (which he’s not of course), even Steve can read between the lines. In fact, he even recognizes a few lines in the book from Eddie reading them to him in bed. Said lines are essentially a love confession. And Steve realizes that even though he might have fucked up worse than anyone has ever fucked up in their life, he needs to see Eddie again. Even if Eddie ends up slamming the door in his face, which he’d deserve, he must.

At Eddie’s place, Eddie doesn’t immediately slam the door, but it’s a near thing. Steve starts off by telling him he read the book. That it was amazing. Talks about the symbolism. Talks about how much he related to the main characters (especially the one obviously based on himself). He’s rambling, a bit nervous and awkward, but it eventually becomes him talking about his own feelings. Getting a bit worked up. There may be a heartfelt apology in there somewhere. He’s essentially baring his entire heart and soul right there on Eddie’s doorstep.

Eddie, for his part, is cold to Steve at first. Which is understandable - he got his heart broken, after all. But the more Steve rambles, the softer Eddie gets, until he can feel tears pricking at his eyes.

“Um,” Steve says, finally losing steam after god knows how long, “well. That’s it I guess. Sorry to just show up here. I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing. I’ll see you around…” That last bit said with the air of ‘I know we’ll probably never see each other again.’

He turns to leave, already planning to head to Robin’s place to raid her ice cream freezer and cry, but before he gets even once step, Eddie grabs him. Pulls him inside. Shuts the door. Practically shoves him against it. He’s surprisingly strong for how skinny he is, as Steve had found out early in their…interactions.

“Steven Middle Name Harrington,” he growls, but he’s smiling. “You are, without a doubt, the single most insufferable human being I have ever met in my life. You leave your dirty socks on the floor, you let dishes sit for too long, your hair clogs the drain more than mine - which, how is that even possible? You have more beauty products than a cosmetics department, you snore like a lumberjack, and you can barely cook anything more advanced than instant ramen. And-“ he pauses. Steve winces; he’s torn because Eddie’s words sound angry, but he’s still smiling? Was that a tear? “And I love you so much it’s made me stupid because here I am, with you in my house again, in my arms, and all I want to do is kiss you silly.”

Steve smiles, letting his tears fall freely now. They both are. He reaches over to cup Eddie’s face in his hands.

“Don’t hold back on my account,” he tries to tease, but to Eddie it sounds more like “I love you too.”

The kiss feels like coming home. A very wet and salty coming home perhaps, but a homecoming nonetheless.

[mad-c1oud]

Hihi, hear me out, Chayanne as a dog. Maybe a german shepherd? But also... Phil having a dog doesn't suit him like...at all.

Mayyyyybe Chayanne having white fur like Techno's dogs did, cause y'know

Also I am NOT OVER POMME BEING A SUGAR GLIDER IT'S THE BEST AWWWWWWWWWWW

It's very tricky with Sunny cause she has the vibes of a cat, a pom, but a hedgehog too tbh. I could even see her as a prettyyy colorful parrot OR A GOLDEN FINCH (hehe pocket sized)

(Spitballing ideas here) Are any of the eggs birds? Cause rescue crow for Talulu or Chay would be funny. And and did u know pigeons are great pets? Do with that what u will if u wanna

Heyhey hearing you out!!

Currently: I have tallulah as a borzoi and I’m kinda reluctant to change it… I’ve become attached to the lanky dog, plus make it asthmatic? Silly creature….

and bc tallulah is so big, I wanted chay to be small as a funny size comparison. I toyed with the idea of some kind of bird but couldn’t find one I was dead set on so I looked at small cats and dogs. I like the idea of a fluffy orange and white tabby or even a Maine coon but I’m not sure if it would fit his personality. I don’t see Phil owning a dog either but that’s why I like tallulah being one…

And I do have some bird eggs right now:

Bobby was a blue budgie but lately I’ve been considering making him a blue love bird bc I’ve been watching videos of one called Prince and they’re little devils it’s so cute… no matter what Bobby will be a birb o7

Trumpet is a bird too! A pineapple concur parrot to be exact :3- I wanted an animal that would love music so he could jam out with Maxo, and the colors reminded me of the eggs hat!

And right now Tilín is a call duck, the smallest domesticated species of duck :3 🤏

I thought about a crow for either of Phil’s eggs but it just wasn’t meshing for me :/ idk why

I’m gonna look up some animals when I get home to decide Sunny’s, I really like the idea of her being a pom but hedgehog…

ALSO!!!!!!! I LOVE PIGEONS!!!!!!! GO LOOK UP GERMAN BEAUTY HOMER PIGEONS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FAVORITE BIRDS!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for ideas, I will be chewing on them o777

[a-little-birdie]

Coming out as trans.

Gonna do my best to keep this as neutral as possible!! If you want me to write a specific gender or the reader coming out as a certain sexuality lemme know!!

Tw. None really. The reader is a little nervous which is understandable.

It was a rainy night and your parents were out so you wound up hanging out in the sewers with the gang. You were all sitting in a circle laughing playing some simple party games, like two truths and one lie. You all knew what each others boundaries are and trusted each other not to cross them. So everything was always in lighthearted fun.

“Okay, okay, my turn, uhmmmm,” Mikey tapped a finger on his chin as he looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Okay! I have never tried abstract art, I completed a lazar flip first try, and I have been training in the secret art of Mario Kart since I was seven.” He smiles at everyone, confident he’s going to win the round.

Leo scoffs. “Lazar flip obviously. That’s the hardest trick to do! No one can get it first try.” He waves his hand around nonchalantly before fishing around in the potato chip bowl.

Mikey shakes his head. “Nope! That’s a truth, Donnie was there for it!”

He points at his older brother who looks up from his screen at the mention of his name. “Hm? Oh, yes. I can confirm, Micheal got it first try.”

Leo looks at Mikey in astonishment and Raph hums. “Is it abstract art?” Mikey claps his hands and nods enthusiastically.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ladies and gentlemen! We have a winner!!”

“Really? I thought you’ve tried every single art style out there?”

Mikey shakes his head. “Nope! I just don’t really get it, it doesn’t really speak to me like most art does.” He shrugs his shoulders, a lopsided grin on his face as he turns to you. “Your turn!” You blink on surprise and hug the pillow in your lap closer.

“Oh, uhm. Okay. Lets see. I love roasted anchovies and bananas on pizza.” You in fact hate it and everyone knows that. You tried it once after being triple Mad Dog dared and couldn’t finish a single bite, spitting it out immediately. “Splinters hugs are the best and…” you hesitate a second, nervous about what you were going to say next. Some small voice asked a whole bunch of ‘what if’s’ even when you know the answers to them. They won’t turn you away. “And I’m trans.” You finish your sentence and press your mouth into a thin line, waiting for their reaction.

They all look at you in surprise. Donnie had put down his screen, Leo stopped mid chew. They were all caught off guard. Raph was the first to break the silence. “Okay, cool! Have you figured out a new name or do you not want one?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t figured one out yet.” Everyone immediately lights up.

“Ooooo! Can we help? Please??” April asks her hands clasped together tightly, a large smile on her face.

“Sure, I’d appreciate it!” The chaos and laughter is back, everyone is spitballing names, cracking jokes, it’s great. You all continue talking late into the night. Even though you already knew they’d accept you, it’s really nice to hear it, to hear the support.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe. You have their backs, and they have yours. You couldn’t ever want for a better group of friends, because the one you have now is the best around.

[bryanevansdufflists]

The Best Modern Art for A Street Fight

So you’ve found yourself in a brawl and now you need to know the best way out of it. It’s too late to run away and the cops are nowhere to be found. It’s time to rank the best modern art for a street fight.

Cubism

Just because this is the OG of modern art doesn’t mean it’s not still dangerous. You’re not just breaking from the pictorial representations of the past, you’re breaking your opponent’s sense of reality and ultimately his will to fight through the use of geometric forms.

Surrealism

As you embrace the irrational and dreamlike state, you will be a waking nightmare for your opponent with this bad boy of modern arts. Throw in some in collage techniques to truly flummox.

Art Nouveau

Curvy and decorative art nouveau will give you a supreme advantage, but I just realized I think you asked about the best “martial art for a street fight,” not modern art. That makes a lot more sense, honestly. Modern arts probably aren’t going to help you that much.

Classical Realism

Again, not sure how helpful any of these are going to be. Classical realism emphasizes a skilled portrayal of beauty, but I see how that’s not super helpful when you’re squaring up against a dude in an alley to defend your lady's honor.

Dadaism

OK! This one might actually work. It was created in order to mock the horrors and foolishness of violent conflict, so in that way maybe it’s appropriate to incorporate this as a way to reveal the futility of a street fight? I don’t know, I’m just spitballing here, but perhaps a nice, thought-provoking Dadaist piece would open a dialogue rather than a forehead wound.

Avant-Garde Fauvism

This is another subjective response to nature relying on super brilliant colors, rather than a method to incapacitate an opponent. I am sorry - I really need to do a better job listening. It's something I've said I wanted to work on for a while and now I can see that's something I am going to get serious about. "Modern" and "martial" don't actually sound that much alike. I guess we all hear what we want to hear, you know? Anyway, there's one more modern art that I saved for last.

Impressionism

We all love impressionism, with its visible brush strokes that heighten emotional undertones. Renoir, Monet, Manet, Pissaro, terrific artists all, but none of these guys are going to be scaring anyone in a bar room. And you know what? Maybe that's OK. They weren't worried about having their manhood challenged or suffering through any sort of mid-life crisis. They were more worried about processing and expressing different, more nuanced emotions, in much more dynamic ways. That's why they would tell you to just go for the eyes and run.

[joanofexys]

Do you have any highschool advice? Cus you graduated (sorry for anon.. I’ll be damned if I reveal my age on this app lmao)

that’s so real lol, anons are always welcome

don’t skip out on the high school events. i seriously rolled my eyes at everyone who told me that but im so glad i went to senior sunrise and sunset and went to homecoming and prom and my senior ball (idc about the more coupley dances cause i went stag every year). if you don’t have a group to go with don’t be scared to ask a friend if they’re going/if they want to go together/if you can join them

don’t stack your schedule with hard classes. my senior year i was gunning for a scholarship and took a bunch of AP classes, the workload was a lot and i burnt out hard, and i had to drop a ton and lost the scholarship. if you’re taking AP classes get a study hall period. it’s a lifesaver. and you deserve easy classes/silly classes/classes you love amongst the challenging stuff. i took a creative writing class every year and i ended up not only loving it but it was an easy class and i ended up with a teacher i knew i could rely on

don’t save those required classes you’ve been dreading and putting off until the very last year or semester. you’ll just wind up with a schedule that makes you miserable. i took all my PE classes my sophomore year and it made my junior year and senior year so much better not having to think about it

bring water with you fr. like that’s so silly but i drank so much more water when my water bottle was with me and the days i forgot it were miserable. also drinking fountains just suck

don’t be scared to talk to your desk neighbors. it’s kind of weird especially if they’re people you don’t really know but eventually you’re gonna have a group project or group discussion and it’s a lot better if you already know their name and how to talk to them

idk how long your passing periods are but mine were short so don’t stress about your locker or keeping stuff in it. getting a good backpack and figure out what you can carry easily without killing your arms and back. cause i learned very quickly i had zero time to get to my locker between classes

i truly just stumbled through high school so my advice is bs i’m sure but don’t force yourself to adhere to a rigid schedule or what everyone else thinks is a good schedule. studying for five minutes or getting the homework done last minute is better than not studying or doing the homework at all. also turn in your late work!!! it’s annoying as fuck ik and sometimes a little embarrassing but if the deadline for late work isn’t up just get whatever you can in. you’d be surprised at what it can do for you (especially in an AP or honors course)

uhhhhh idk i’m kind of just spitballing here but if there’s every stuff you need to talk about or ask about im always hanging out here

[hungerandthirst]

okay first program of the season is over (grade 4s from an all-girls school) and this is where we’re at

i miss having the bigger staff team at my old workplace (about 20 to 25 people there vs 4 to 6 of us at this place)

i kiiiiind of miss having younger coworkers but i also kind of don’t? the people here are a huge range (next youngest after me is late 20s, one in early 30s, two in their 40s, and one guy who’s almost 70!) and from a fun-with-coworkers perspective i feel like it’s not as good but it also brings a really different energy to the program and i think i can learn a lot from them

ethically/educationally i think our messaging is really strong – all of the staff here have a much more nuanced understanding of the environmental crises of the world and how they interplay with socioeconomics than my old bosses did, and they really genuinely care about making an impact and getting these kids outdoors. a lot of the kids this week sat on the forest floor for the first time ever in their lives.

on that point, this actually feels like “outdoor education” rather than “activities that happen outdoors.” soooooo many camps are just like archery and rock climbing and biking and it’s all about “personal development” but here they manage to do that while actually teaching about nature

i did aunt houda’s chickens at the campfire and it KILLED

god this job is tiring. mostly in a good way. but i’m excited for the summer and just working with adults because you don’t have to be switched on in the same way.

the thing i’m honestly the most nervous about is just getting lost in the forest with the kids. the “trails” we follow are just pieces of flagging tape and i’m gonna be out there with them for like 3 hours walking around. so scared of not being able to get back 😬

i really really really don’t like the way the owner of this place talks to his wife. literally everything else about him is great, but sometimes his wife will be trying to say something and he’ll talk to her like she’s a child until she stops talking. it’s so uncomfortable to watch. and she doesn’t even seem bothered by it but he literally just keeps repeating her name in the most patronizing tone of voice until she stops trying to talk.

we mostly cater to private schools (and this is unfortunately extremely prevalent in outdoor education just by virtue of which schools can afford to come and do our kinds of programs) which is too bad because i think kids from less privileged backgrounds would really benefit from what we’re doing. at the same time it’s a good opportunity to talk to kids with more resources and get them to think critically about how their consumption impacts people and the planet.

spitballing off of that point: what if we went to private schools and asked families to donate the outdoor gear that their kids have grown out of, until we eventually had a big enough stock to supply a whole grade with appropriate clothing and footwear? maybe we could also ask for monetary donations when parents are signing the consent forms and could get enough money to waive the fee for a school from the DTES? staff could potentially volunteer or accept a pay reduction for those 3 days or whatever, and then we could potentially provide an almost cost-free opportunity for lower income schools to send their kids to us. hmmm.

okay well ultimately, i had a lot of fun, i’m absolutely exhausted, and i made $750 in three days. so all in all life is pretty good

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WC2 Musings - Post 1 - I’ve ripped my Wildcard

I think that form in FPL is a real thing and my god I am so out of fucking form you wouldn’t believe it… I was 39k overall GW16 and according to LiveFPL I’m now 320k at the time of writing this post. And if I’m going to be honest with you and with myself, the red arrows are because of my mistakes, not bad luck. I’ve been making poor and rash decisions, and I’ve been falling into traps, and I need to dig myself out of this hole.

As much as you’re battling the other millions of active managers in FPL I think that, for me at least, a lot of doing well versus not doing well boils down to me versus myself. I’m on tilt (or in footy terms I’m out of form), and my emotions are getting in the way of what I “know” the best strategy is or might be.

I was on the Above Average FPL Pod last night and me and Walsh are podding late tonight. On Wednesday evening I have a Fireside Chat with Pras and then the usual Patreon episode with Walsh Thursday night and RMT Livestream Friday afternoon. Big week.

With that out of the way… Here are some musings for now:

Why am I wildcarding?

My GW26 team was mostly very bad except for Saka, Gabriel, and my three forwards.

I want to change 3 or 4 out of my 5 defenders, and I want to bring in 3 or 4 different midfielders… that feels like more than enough to me.

Also by Wednesday night we’ll know all the blank GW29 bullshit so I can decide exactly how I want to attack that whether it’s Free Hit or just getting out enough guys au naturale.

Who are my definite holds?

I think my only definite holds are my forwards (Haaland, Ollie, Solanke), Saka, and Gabriel.

I’m tempted to go outside the box mostly because it’s boring to have the same three forwards as everyone else in the game but everyone has them for a reason.

And then there are a few possible holds: Garnacho fifth mid, Gusto, my keepers (Neto/Kaminski) but I’m very not sure on any of those.

Who are my definite sells?

Estupinan and Kevin couldn’t possibly get the fuck out of my team quicker. Jota is hurt for months so he’s a sell too.

And then a few more very likely sells: Gordon, Porro, and Moreno.

Random other thoughts:

One of the three forwards versus a fifth midfielder like a Spurs mid for instance (and then I’d maybe get Semenyo for their banger double as 4.5 FWD, I duno just spitballing here).

Foden should probably come back into my team:

4.56 shots/game since GW19

Plays 90’ every game, so good, in such good form.

Transferring him out has been a complete disaster.

“Forget about the goals – of course they are important – but do you know how he played? How he controlled and accelerated. He has become already a top-class football player. Before a little boy, now he has become already Phil, a world-class, top player.

“He’s so good. He can play everywhere, especially in the central position, and is really, really good.” – Pep

A midfielder + Third Arsenal defender vs. Saka + a defender from a different team.

BB 28 or TC Dom 28 better? Or neither?

Do I want bench guys on Bournemouth/Luton for BB28 or do I want to worry about my bench guys later in the season when I don’t have a Wildcard?

That’s all I have for now. See you tomorrow.