#like kiddo cannot catch a break

[fastandcarlos]

Red Or Papaya : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: when fred vasseur starts hanging out at mclaren, people are wondering why. little do people know there’s a little connection joining these together into an unlikely friendship

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f1gossip: fans are questioning why ferrari team principal fred vasseur was found in the mclaren garage over the weekend, inviting himself to be of the celebrations for lando norris’ maiden victory.

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username1: i don't get it, why would you celebrate with a rival team?? 🤔

username2: it's the big smile on his face for me... 😭

username3: i did not have this on my bingo card wtf is going on

username4: is there something going on here that we don't know about?

username5: have i blinked and missed a chapter or something? 🤯

username6: pls tell me someone can make sense of this, the most unlikely friendship ever

username7: has he not got his own team to be celebrating a podium with?

username8: i've been staring at these photos for hours and i still don't get it

landonorris: idk what you’re implying…clearly I’m just a popular guy 😂🤷🏻

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ynvasseur: finishing the season with a little company on my summer adventures this year 💕☀️

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alexandrasaintmleux: and here i was thinking i was gonna get to spend my summer with you 💔

ynvasseur: @/alexandrasaintmleux don't tell lando but i plan on bailing just for you

username9: how have they managed to keep this a secret from us all season

landonorris: gonna be the best summer break ever! 🫶🏻

ynvasseur: @/landonorris cannot wait to spend nonstop sunny days with you 💕💕

username10: well...at least now we know why fred and lando are besties

charles_leclerc: sorry have you forgotten the team that your dad is principal for??? 😂

username11: the only mclaren x ferrari crossover i support is carlando

username12: i don't understand how none of us have picked up on this

carlossainz55: hello traitor 🙄

ynvasseur: @/carlossainz55 says the man who's driven for most of the teams on the grid wow 🙂‍↕️

carlossainz55: @/ynvasseur gotta pay the bills somehow kiddo

username13: i can't deal with how cute these photos are omg

username14: no one speak to me for the foreseeable whilst i get over this 😭

oscarpiastri: can you make sure that he comes back in one piece please 😊

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britishgq: in this week’s edition we catch up with f1 driver lando norris who opens up about his new relationship with the daughter of ferrari’s team principal yn vasseur 🇬🇧🏎️

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username15: obsessed with the fact it was carlos that actually introduced the two of them

username16: he actually sounds like he's so in love this is adorable

landonorris: thank you for a great time british gq!! ❤️

username17: thank you gq for giving us all the gossip we've been searching for

username18: not carlos setting lando up like a proud dad 😂

danielricciardo: how is an article the way I’m finding out about this relationship 😭

username19: i think daniel might've been sleeping under a rock

username20: okay but who does yn support in the constructors next year now?? 🤔

username21: he's literally gushing about her, look how happy he is with her!!

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mclaren: yn vasseur found hanging around the mclaren garage, does this mean she’s ours now? @/scuderiaferrari

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username22: ferrari come and get your girl...

landonorris: not even safe in my own garage from pap like photos 🤦🏻‍♂️

mclaren: @/landonorris admin sends their apologies

username23: i'm so happy they feel comfortable enough to be public with each other now

oscarpiastri: welcome to the best team in the paddock yn 🤝

username24: the way he hides his face in his neck omg lando

username25: the hottest couple to ever appear on the grid, no one can argue with me on that

danielricciardo: since when were mclaren such a team of stalkers lmao 😂😂😂

username26: just imagine the ferrari admin having a breakdown seeing these photos

username27: is this a transition to papaya that we're seeing before us?? 🧡

ynvasseur: damn i thought you guys were supposed to protect me not throw me under the bus

username28: lando can't even breathe around his own team anymore hahah

scudieraferrari: oh it's on, we're not giving yn up without a fight

mclaren: @/scuderiaferrari when you catch us up in the constructors we'll answer your calls...

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ynvasseur: i call these photos sneaking into the opposition’s garage and hiding from your dad 😂

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username29: stop the way he looks at her…

landonorris: calling security to get you outta here stalker

ynvasseur: @/landonorris that's alright, i'll just head back over to ferrari ❤️

landonorris: @/ynvasseur wait i'm sorry come back!!! 🧡

username30: as if fred would ever stop yn from going to see the love of her life

maxverstappen1: why are you turning a grown man into a squishy baby wtf is happening here

username31: I watched the interview for the first pic earlier and his face lit up as soon as he saw yn

carmenmmundt: come and visit me like you come and visit lando

ynvasseur: @/carmenmmundt i'm on my way bby 🏃🏻‍♀️

username32: I wish I had a guy who looked at me like this too

oscarpiastri: this kid has not stopped talking about you since you showed up at the garage today 🥺

username33: not yn still calling mclaren the opposition…she’s a ferrari girl still!!

username34: @/username33 she's still bitter at them for peeping on her and lando lmao

georgerussell63: i second oscar here pls tell your boyfriend to change the record

username35: his smile has me feeling things ngl

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ynvasseur: what ferrari want you to see vs what I get to see…i promise my dad and lando are friends 🥺🍻

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username36: carlando is still in my heart sorry fred 🫶🏻

carlossainz55: i for one am disgusted that ferrari would try and crop papa vasseur out like this...

ynvasseur: @/carlossainz55 thank you for your love and support during these tricky times

username37: i love how fred just can’t stay away whenever lando is near

scuderiaferrari: admin says to stop exposing our posts like this 💔

username38: they’ve got such a special friendship this is adorable

iamrebeccad: can you tell carlos to stop nattering with your boyfriend and get back to the garage so we can go home

ynvasseur: @/iamrebeccad sorry but carlando are refusing to separate

username39: is that fred giving lando a beer two wtf 😂😂

landonorris: no one can deny that fred vasseur now officially loves me more than his own drivers

username40: poor carlos third wheeling the true friendship here 😭

oscarpiastri: wondering where my team mate is only to see he's gone back to his ex

danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri he'll flirt with anyone that guy

username41: ferrari stop depriving us of sweet son in law lando content pls

username42: the look in fred’s eyes, a proud dad if I ever saw one ❤️

charles_leclerc: patiently waiting for fred to invite me for a beer like he does lando like... 😭

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landonorris: we couldn’t decide on red or orange so we settled on blue 💙

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username43: it’s not fair how adorable these two are…

carlossainz55: someone just pass me the sick bucket now please

username44: imagine being poor yn and having to pick a side 😂

maxverstappen1: does that mean you support…red bull???

landonorris: @/maxverstappen1 absolutely not stfu 🤮

username45: forever my fave couple in the paddock

username46: it’s a good job blue suits you guys so well! 💙

ynvasseur: the only person i'd wear any other colour but red for

username47: fred must be so happy his daughter has found such a good guy in lando

danielricciardo: tell me you're a secret red bull fan without telling me you're a secret red bull fan 🤷🏻

ynvasseur: @/danielricciardo 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

username48: if these two ever breakup i will officially give up on love

charles_leclerc: i hope you look after our girl norris

landonorris: @/charles_leclerc i'll treat her like the queen that she is dw 👑

username49: yn really is winning at life isn’t she

username50: look at their faces my heart is racing 😍

oscarpiastri: can you put yn down and hurry your ass up to briefing now

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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[winterrrnight]

babe I just had the best idea for a rafe concept it pains me

Okay so imagine like reader is at work (somewhere idk where) and she just gets so overwhelmed but her and rafes relationship is still new so she doesn't call him because she doesn't wanna bother him....😭

I'm probably not the first person to think of this but it ON MY MINDDDD

literally dropped everything to write this!!!! this reader is way too me coded and I cannot :’) thank you so so much for the req vee 🥹💗 you asked for a concept… I wrote a fic…. :D I hope you like this vee <3

down for you

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe wants you to be able to rely on him for anything and everything.

WARNINGS: the reader is a preschool teacher and quite self dependent; lots of fluff; cute nicknames; lovesick rafe (my fav fr); minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this request speaks volumes to me 🥹 this is way too me coded, and I just had to write it, I hope you all like this! the ending is maybe a bit abrupt tho :( please like and reblog if you liked reading <3 feedback is always appreciated 🍹

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I should leave, I haven't yet, but when you smile, I just forget

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You can swear this day can't get any worse. You’ve been on your feet basically the entire day, always rushing from your students here to there. You love the little kiddos with your entire heart, but today, for some reason, they are being an extra pain in the ass. They aren’t as cooperative as you’d prefer; you don’t know what’s gotten into them, they are like little energy packets constantly running around.

Due to some teacher duties you aren’t even able to sit down for your lunch break, taking away the only 15 minutes you have to yourself. And it just gets progressively worse when you finally leave the school to go back to your place and your car has a slashed tire, and today had to be the day when you don’t have a spare tire in your trunk.

It’s been over 6 hours since you left your house this morning, and it’s just Tuesday, but it’s feeling like the longest, most excruciating week ever. You’re now leaning against your car door, letting out a deep exhale as you lean your head back, feeling a headache creep into your brain and pulse harshly. You’re tired, hungry, absolutely exhausted… and all you want are the warm hugs of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Rafe is quite a new addition in your life, both of you being together for a mere month. He’s been so loving to you, always protective and just genuinely taking great care of you.

You pull out your phone and find his contact, but before you can dial him, your thumb hovers over his name in sudden realization – he’s always at work at this time.

You begin to contemplate your initial decision of asking him to come here to help you out, and then ultimately decide against it, realizing he’s probably very busy at work, and would only be heavily distracted if you call him.

So, just like how you always do it, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

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It’s nearing 6 pm when you finally get to reach your place. You had to make calls to get yourself a mechanic to get your car fixed, who took his sweet sweet time to come to you. You’re now completely exhausted, wanting nothing more than just to plop on your bed and sleep till your heart desires. You can hear your stomach grumble since you never had the chance to eat the lunch you missed out on, but you make it a problem for later, deciding to just take a nap first.

As you drive into your driveway, you recognise Rafe’s black Range Rover already parked, with him standing next to it, leaning back against the hood of his car as he’s looking intently at his phone. As he catches the sound of your car driving, he instantly looks up, watching your car enter the driveway.

Before you can properly park and get out, Rafe rushes to you, opening the door for you.

“Oh my god where have you been?” He asks you, his voice laced with concern. “I tried calling you and texting you, you always come back home by late afternoon,”

You step out of the car and Rafe shuts the door, a hand quickly landing at the small of your back as you both walk to the porch of your house. He can see you’re really tired; droopy eyes, heavy steps, deep sighs; he knows something happened.

“Yeah my phone died,” you mutter as you unlock the main door of your house, both of you stepping inside. “I just… today was kind of a heavy day, nothing much honestly,” you shrug as you toss your keys in the dish and remove your coat and shoes.

“What happened?” Rafe asks, still really concerned for you as he watches you take off your cost and hang it on the coat rack. As you’re done, you face him with a small smile on your face.

“Nothing much, really,” you say softly, gently cupping his cheek with a hand and tenderly caressing his skin. “Don’t worry, yeah?” You mumble, taking your hand off his cheek as you make your way to the kitchen.

Rafe stays on your heels, following you and monitoring every single move of yours – your padding till the fridge, opening it, getting a bottle of water, unscrewing it and drinking from it.

“You look so exhausted, I can see it in your eyes,” he comments. “Your hair is all messy, your clothes are dirty; it’s clearly not nothing. Come on, tell me, what happened,”

His voice is stern, but not in an angry way; but in an apprehensive way. He moves his hand to your face, gently brushing your hair as he fixes some of the unruly strands.

As you finish drinking your water; drinking almost all of it in one go, you keep your bottle aside and let out a sigh, turning to look at him. “It was just one of those… heavy days, but it’s over now yeah? I’m now home,” you say softly.

“But just tell me what happened,” Rafe’s voice now drops to a whisper as he moves closer to you, continuing to weave his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes for a moment, delving into the relaxing feeling of Rafe’s fingers softly combing through your hair, but also realizing he’s going to keep pressing for you to tell him what happened.

“The kids were a bit uncooperative today,” you say with a soft chuckle. “And then we have this event coming up at school, so I was busy for my entire lunch break preparing for it. And then my car had a flat tire and I didn’t have a spare so I had to get a mechanic, which took most of the time. But besides that, nothing much happened,” you say with a small shrug.

“Besides all that?” Rafe mutters incredulously. “That’s already a lot, baby, why didn’t you call me when you found out about your flat tire? I would’ve come; or sent someone to get you, we would’ve had lunch in my office, and I would have had someone take care of the tire and bring your car back too.” There’s a small frown on his face and he now holds your face in both his hands, gently skimming your cheeks with his thumbs.

You look up in his soft, baby blue eyes. “I did think of calling you but-”

“But?”

“But I thought…” you take a deep breath, your eye contact with him faltering. “you’ll be busy, and I didn’t want to be a burden to you, really, I was able to get it all fixed just fine,”

You can hear Rafe tsk; his tongue clicking against his teeth as he softly shakes his head. “I’m never busy for you okay? My work does not ever get more importance than you, okay? It never does, and it never will, especially when you’re in trouble and need help,”

He gently grips your chin and tips your head back just a bit, making you look at him. His eyes are softened, the blue even more warmer than usual.

“I know you prefer to do things on your own,” he whispers, “but you have to realise that you really don’t need to do each thing on your own, especially now that I’m around. I won’t mind, really, and besides, I would love to show everyone off at work that I am the boyfriend of the most beautiful person on this damn planet yeah?”

You can’t help but chuckle softly at his words as you keep looking in his eyes.

“So, promise me, next time you need any sorts of help, want me to do something for you, or just want me to be there, you don’t think twice about calling me up okay?” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He can see the reluctancy in your eyes, but you eventually give in and nod.

“Okay, promise,” you murmur, smiling as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He gladly hugs you back, snuggling his face in your neck as he gently rubs your back.

“So…” you speak up, and he hums back in response, both of you still hugging.

“I’ll take up on that offer right now. I’ll go and shower, and you make something for me to eat yeah?”

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[mommaboyhalo]

Bill Close accidentally taking over as Scary's Warlock patron after Willy is gone is one of my favorite silly headcanons

Like imagine after S2, Scary assumes magic is over for her. Normal has his druidic family to teach him their ways. Taylor is a fucking demonic entity it's just in his blood, and Linc is too stubborn to let go of his. She's ready to move on.

Until it's not.

She's in her room writing music and hears something at the back of her mind saying "Hey kiddo that's pretty cool". At first she's freaked out, is Willy back? Is Taylor's weird demon grandpa coming to bother her? Maybe it's just Terry Jr and his weird sorcerer shit.

But when she's in the zone playing music or writing it or even listening to it there is something at the back of her mind trying to break through. The power that coursed through her veins feels revivified. A stranger that feels so fucking familiar she can't place her finger on it. After awhile she crumbles and knows it's something otherworldly trying to reach out to her. She knows it's not Willy it cannot be Willy.

Some conversation between her and Terry Jr going along the lines of "Do you ever feel like the magic is trying to talk to you? When you do things like play music?". Terry doesn't know how to help her and doesn't know any warlocks. He's aware of the feeling like you're being watched, like someone is looking out for you when you use your magic but he can't connect with Scary on that level. He suggests maybe it's some sort of bardic inspiration she's casting on herself but she knows that's not it.

So she carries on, having a jam sesh alone in her house. Absolutely tearing up an electric guitar with some rendition of an old song she found tucked away in a binder from a thrift store. Hand written notes, a song she feels so connected to and can't get out of her head.

Purple magical energy oozes from her fingers, the power coursing through her very state of being. Her hair is going everywhere her fingertips playing till she's sure she's bleeding but she can't stop till the song is over it's like she's possessed.

Everything stills, silence takes over the room. And there is an old man standing in the middle of her room wearing Faerune clothing and looking suspiciously like Taylor if he wasn't a demon. That same aura from Willy of "should be dead by now but can't die that easy". A man with long greasy hair, and a base guitar strapped to his back. He smiles at her and says "Hey that's pretty good! Want to go again?".

Bill Close isn't dead, he just hasn't been around as is his natural state of being. She doesn't know who this guy is, but he's powerful enough to be summoned by playing a song thats been stuck in her skull.

After a few songs he offers some "pointers". Each time she learns something knew she feels that strength returning to her. Magic energy whipping around the room when they play their duet. Each time he opens his mouth she's disappointed at what a fucking loser this guy is. But hey he gives her magic energy in exchange for tossing him a tune every now and then.

It's not really clear if Bill even knows what he's doing. He was just fucking off somewhere in Faerune and happened to catch a tune of his on the wind and here he is. "How do I contact you?" Scary asks him, he replies that he just shows up sometimes and to "Rock on"

Also imagine if you will she goes downstairs with electricity crackling off her and Terry comments "You look different, anything interesting?" And she's so confused. "I think I have a patron now?" She says.

"oh really? Who?"

"I think he said his name was Bill?"

And Terry barely remembers Nicky's grandfather. The man kind of dropped him off at Ravenloft and was barely around for the big fight. So he shrugs it off and says as long as she's safe.

Bonus:

Since Glenn is in the overworld now, he does a double take when he sees a man who looks exactly like his father running around with a "Butthole Ricochet" shirt. Blows it off because his dad is probably dead and running around hell.

[witchofthesouls]

I just read your seeker bird kiddo (Jack) and Truck dad Optimus adventures and I beg for more content, I adore it all and the spOoky cryptic parts are 👌

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Jack accidentally triggers mechs’ protective instincts because he makes baby bird noises to mimic the local corvids. It doesn't help that Jack parks himself at the entrance to the Ark and plays games with the more playful blackbirds. Dadimus is very much used to Jack’s imitations, the rest of the Autobots (and his counterpart) are most definitely not.

The chirping and screes are reminiscent of newsparks’ calls for attention and care, and it drives the resident Seekerkin up the wall because he is the only sparkling in the vicinity and Jack punches the Seekerkin-coding into activity after four million years of dormancy.

There have been a few jokes to take a recording of the sparkling’s noises and play it to the Decepticon Seekers after the Autobots had seen their own Seekerkin with the kid. TFP Optimus is immediately No. Stop. Control, Alt, and Delete that terrible plan. He will take Jack and run into the most remote environments he can find.

No one knows how Jack did it, but the blackbirds got into gambling, and everyone blames Smokescreen. 

He's partly to blame with the cards, but the dice is Bluestreak's fault.

Jack is a polite menace. The kid knows his manners, but that doesn't stop him from skipping up the walls, hanging on the ceiling, and popping into places that he shouldn't have access to. At all.

Mechs were confused why Dadimus pinged out so often but then realized that's the most reliable way to actually tag Jack as he's a slippery little thing. Sometimes the sparkling responds, but usually he doesn't.

Red Alert is on the verge of having an aneurysm since Jack can bypass all the security measures. Mechs have taken to looking up to see if Jack is trapezing on the panels or checking under the tables and desks because of near unfortunate incidents of almost shooting the kid or shock-related delays with time-sensitive chemical reactions that nearly turned the ship into a massive crater.

Dadimus was highly disappointed and upset by the last part as Jack knows better as he had done similar stunts when they were upon research vessels. Not only Jack had to apologize to Skyfire, Wheeljack, and Perceptor, but he wasn't allowed to stray from Dadimus' field for a month. ("Curiosity cannot override safety protocols.")

On one camera, Jack would be at a corner by the entrance with organic birds, and between blinks he would then disappear and reappear across the ship, talking excitedly to a random corner with a different group of birds.

(If anyone catches them at the right second, at the right angle, at the right frame... the raven/crow/jackdaw/jay will ripple. Feathers dripping and flowing like an inky waterfall and eyes splitting into multiple, countless pairs as Jack's shadow expands- And then, the watcher will blink because they have to, and the footage will reset. Devoid of Jack and blackbirds.)

There's talk about new cryptids going around. It's silly Halloween and superstitious nonsense… until it isn't.

Due to Smokescreen, Bluestreak, and the Aerialbots constantly monitoring the perimeter or setting traps that are becoming more elaborate each week, it's becoming a new running joke. It's the Autobot snipe-hunting. All because of Jack's devoted drawings of strange, contorted creatures.

They're adamant that something is outside.

(They’re right).

An eerie thing begins to appear at the nearby dunes by the Ark’s entrance. It’s vaguely canine and its size is constantly changing. They can smell a wildfire in the air and taste ash upon their tongues as it beckons them to follow with a heavy, burning gaze. 

Before anyone follows, a racket of shrieking blackbirds breaks them out of the trance. When the piercing noise fails, then a nasty peck to some skin or exposed protoform is enough to bring them back to their senses.

“It’s looking for something that can’t be regained,” Jack speaks with a keenness beyond his age and a lilting cadence. A flurry of pictures of the same dark canine by a campfire with multiple individuals and groups sitting by it. It remains unchanged, despite the others’ fashions and vehicles it managed to beckon to it. “Don’t be taken by its ancient sorrow. You won’t escape its grasp.”

Between the space of desert and forest, there’s an old barbwire fence and a seemingly endless dusty dirt road that has never been updated to proper asphalt, despite its existence for over a century and all the grumbles and complaints by humans and Cybertronians.

When it rains, a phantom of a massive stag appears. Dark and regal, it gently trods along the path, always towards the forest, never in the opposite direction. Perched upon its twisted antlers is an owl with multiple wings, spread out and spotted with many painted eyes, a feathered and watchful halo with a cry that echoes in everyone’s ears and audials. It leaves no tracks, just deep puddles with flickering shapes in its vast depths that immediately dry when people look away.

The mechs start to understand that the local humans’ grumblings and complaints are half-hearted, and when it starts to drizzle, everyone stays inside. 

“It’s older than all those that vaguely remember its beginnings,” Jack murmurs to a window full of drawings in the condensation, sleepy in the colder weather as he curls in a heated seat. “Dreaming and wandering, yet always returning to the place that crowned it King.”

[fictionfixations]

i watched alien stage for the first time

watched it all. im. gonna go rewatch it and look at the comments. i wrote this while i was still in the process of watching it cause i wanted to get my thoughts out and i mightve forgotten otherwise but

the way the moment ivan and till were introduced and i just thought 'oh no' (I READ AN ALIEN STAGE CROSSOVER FIC OK and it was THE PUSH I NEEDED TO GET INTO ALIEN STAGE and it has to do with ivan and till)

also i heard that someones favorite song was ruler of my heart. yeah thats my favorite too ………………but cure is also fighting for that spot, ruler of my heart will get stuck in my head but cure.. AGHHH FUCK man i cant tell if its cause i read that fic but oh round 6 made me want to cry what the fuck. like like like before i was like.. watching it in suspense??? like prepared for everything kind of deal cause i had like a base idea of how this was gonna go but FUCK i need to STOP pausing and just do one full watch through and then go back and pause??? CAUSE i keep pausing on my first listen to see the details and i just see till's like points rising and ivan's lower when i went back and realized oh. OHHHH. also out of everything i did not expect a kiss 😭 i genuinely cannot tell if its so impactful because i read the fic or if it wouldve still hit me with no idea on who these two were

im SO baffled on how i managed to get attached to characters in the span of like a few minutes. FUCKKK.

also the way it took me so long until i realized that they have like their names on like their collarbone??? is that what its called? or like around the neck area. it took TILL. i think i noticed it in the first video but i just couldnt make out what it was but it mightve been clearer in another shot so ill have to see on rewatch. i also wonder if the color on like the white collar?? thing??? around the neck means anything? cause sometimes its like green, red, or orange but im not sure if it means anything.

also the way luka(? DUDE if i had a nickel for every time i saw a character named luka id have like 3) keeps like… sort of. impersonating? or like reminding???? the other character of like a past opponent (who was their friend)???? !?!??!?!?!?! WHATS UP WITH THAT????? ..if its impersonating them though i wonder if its like. his body language changes to closely fit the other person to probably fuck with till and pink haired girl who i do not know the name of 💀? or maybe if its that he reminds them of well them but that hes not going out of his way to do it ? but there was that line on the ruler of my heart one with like something something like similarities?? darkness??? and it showed the black-haired girl and him changing places?? so im thinking its intentional

i have so many questions.

also i wonder if maybe the reason lukas doing like the impersonating thing which clearly strikes a nerve and makes the other person want to fight back or lose composure, if maybe its that vulnerability or break in the image trying to be portrayed that leads to luka winning as its not the kind of thing the aliens want even though till was clearly very passionate. ………..i refuse to think that luka could win on his own merit even though ruler of my heart was a banger /hj

i i need a moment to process this

does anyone have more lore. like. anything compiled up of the story that i can play catch up on?? i

i heard theres like a patreon and twitter with more details on it but

i feel like a mess rn 😭

anyway i need to go back and rewatch everything with this new context

..and then im gonna try to read some alien stage fics for like idk maybe haha happy fluff what if nothing bad ever happened cause fuck man holy shit.

ALSO ALSO what was up with the the th teh e luka(?????) when he he he he he (assumedly) beat up that guy (who in an earlier shot was like carrying hyuna on his back as kiddos?) after i think he (luka) was trying to kiss hyuna??? is that her name? and like

his fingers tips were turning like that blue-ish shade that it is now??

and like i look at that and think of how that pink haired girl at the end of her hair was turning blue and i dont know if that means anything but i noticed it and then i forgot to mention it again

also nother thing. i had a like on the round one video even tho i don't have a recollection of watching it so i guess somewhere in the past it ended up on my recommended, i watched it, i liked it, and then proceeded to forget i ever watched it. huh. tbh though i think it was better that i only got into alien stage now cause its like. you ever feel like you only gained awareness recently?? and like the years you lived before just kind of feel faded and you cant really remember them ??

idk man i have weird thoughts but its because it feels like i wasnt really aware aware then that i wouldnt have been able to properly appreciate it until now

lives rent free in my head:

crying cryinsjfuisj 'i knew it but thats what i love about you' type ass smile you

[harpersoath]

so, once a month, i run a dnd game at the library i work at for tweens/teens. we started wild beyond the witchlight today. i have 6 kiddos ranging from 11-16, and 2 were absent today (school musical) so it was just four kids: a druid, a rogue, a bard, and a sorcerer.

...click the read more below to experience some highlights.

[the party is meeting with Madryck the Warlock (aka the plot hook)]druid, ooc: how old is he? me, ooc: super old. like in his nineties. druid, ic: mister warlock, do you have any kids? (a single beat,) …can i have your house when you die?"

[after the bard & the rogue soothe over a situation.]halfling man: thank you so much for your help. what are your names? bard: helena harvey. rogue: joe… joe mama.

sorcerer: i want to look to find where the mermaid ran off to. rogue to the sorcerer, emphatically: you cannot try to steal the mime's girlfriend!

rogue, ooc: what was the …the water place. with the mermaid. me, prompting: silversong lake! bard, ooc: it's like the voice of god. rogue, ic: yeah! we need to help mime guy-- me, prompting, ooc: candlefoot. the table, collectively and sincerely: thank you, God.

[the kids have just finished catching the npc that is causing problems. the rogue had grappled her, but, she has since been calmed down by the bard and is cooperating.]me, ooc: are you still grappling her? the rogue, ooc, thoughtful: yeah! …i guess it's just hug now though. bard, ooc, empathetically: …yeah. you know what, I think she needs that, actually.

the druid: …hypothetically if mister witch and light found an injured badger outside their wagon, would they bring it inside? candlefoot, who has just got his voice back: …you are saying many words and explaining none of them.

sorcerer, to the druid: can you become anything else except a badger? druid: no. [we have talked about this and she was insistent she only wanted one form. there is a bit that she is committing to.]sorcerer: …darn. i was hoping you could turn into a fish and-- rogue, seeing exactly where this is going: you cannot break up that marriage!!!

candlefoot: … mister light, and his husband, mister witch… druid, delighted, under her breath, ooc: i knew it was fruity.

and, the single worst thing ever said at my table ever—

sorcerer: he [thaco] was probably their [witch & light's] third wheel.

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 5: 𝓘’𝓶 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱

THIS IS LITERALLY THE ONLY GIF I COULD FIND REMOTELY CLOSE

SOS BITCH THEY DONT LIKE US

anyways- holy fuck this is 4 days late. I’m gonna try to keep pumping em out.

This one is pure comfort for lil bby bc sometimes I just get a think and cannot veer off course of that think.

Pushing my found family headcanon on y’all once again. Yawn.

—CW: There are not much tickles under the cut ngl, established Leopika, Angst :(—

Tags: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss

At the end of the day, Killua knew that he was loved by Leorio the same as Gon was. But sometimes… No- that’s stupid, he’s not- He’s not jealous or anything.

…Is he?

No, that’s silly. He’s never been one to care about affection, given his background and all.

And yet… why did he feel so pouty after seeing the two interacts?

Of course, he never let it show. He wouldn’t anyone to catch on or anyth-

“You alright, kiddo?” Kurapika inquired, squatting down to the younger’s level.

“I- what?” The boy blinked. “O-oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

The blonde grinned patiently. “Killua…”

“I said I’m good!” Killua crossed his arms with a slight pout, turning away from his friend.

Kurapika sighed as he stood upright once again. “Alright, don’t tell me then. If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

The white-haired boy slowly turned back around toward the older male. “W-Wait.”

A smile crept into Kurapika’s features. “Hmm?”

“Promise you won’t… you know, tell?”

“I promise I won’t… you know, tell.”

And so the young boy began to spill his woes and worries with great hesitation, fearing that Kurapika would spill the beans to Leorio.

The Kurta would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t worried. It took all of his power to not reach out and squeeze the boy in the tightest hug he’s ever given. The blonde listened to every word with great focus, heart breaking at every line. Had he really felt so neglected by Leorio?

When Killua had finished pouring his heart out, his face flushed as he looked away. A squeak left him as Kurapika gently pulled him into a hug.

“Would it be okay if I spoke with Leorio?” The Kurta whispered in inquiry.

“N-No it’s not important…”

“Killua, please. Just let me-“

“I said no!” The white-haired boy roared as he turn and ran to his room, slamming his door shut. Kurapika closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Two hands gently graced the blonde’s shoulders, thumbs rubbing gently. The chain user sighed.

“I’ll talk to him,” Leorio’s voice whispered, giving a small squeeze. He was met by his lover’s head falling backwards into his chest.

The blonde sighed once again, muttering. “Just be kind to him… it took a miracle to get him to open up.”

“Alright. Go check on Gon; I’ll take care of this.”

The two carefully stepped through the dark hallway , eventually turning in separate directions at the split. Leorio gently tapped on Killua’s door, a muffled “go away” came in response.

“Killua…” the brunette rested his forehead against the wooden door. “I just want to talk with you.”

“Don’t you want to talk to your f-favorite son, G-Gon?”

The medic’s heart broke in two, breath hitching. “Kil-“

A choked gasp left the boy. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY TO NOT CALL ME THAT!”

“God- right, right. I’m sorry. I just-“ Leorio’s mouth stuttered in movement, failing to find the right words. “I w-want to f-fix this. Please, let me in.”

After a good amount of silent seconds, the door opened very slightly to reveal a puffy-eyed Killua with his chest heaving. Leorio dropped to his knees and instantly pulled the boy into his embrace.

Kicking the door shut with his heel, Leorio cradled the little guy’s head against his shoulder, shushing the boy’s blossoming hysterics.

“I’m so sorry that I made you feel this way… I never wanted you to feel anything else but fully loved. When Kurapika and I took you two in, we didn’t-“ a hitch of the older male’s breath indicated a valiant effort to fight tears himself. “I didn’t- I still don’t- I don’t have all of the answers, and I want more than anything to have them.”

He was met with silent, albeit the sound of the ex- assassin’s heaving sobs.

“You know I love you so much, Killua. Taking you in was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and I stand by that statement. I’m so sorry that I made you feel neglected… or-or feel like I don’t like you enough, or that I don’t love you anymore.“

“BUT YOU DID! You d-did! And y-you know how l-l-long it took me t-to trust everyone. I-I wasn’t loved by m-my family a-as a kid, Leorio. Do y-you know how it f-feels to think I lost the o-only person who really loves you?”

“I don’t, I really don’t kiddo. I can’t tell you I relate, or that I understand, because I don’t. But I’m here in this moment, and you are my family now. And I will love you until my dying breath…” the older man wiped his eyes, “Even if you do waste all of the soap in the bathroom.”

The white-haired boy let out a watery chuckle. “You don’t understand the art of potion making.”

Leorio smiled widely, “There’s my happy guy.”

“Happy is a stretch… you got one smile outta me.”

“Oh yeah?” The medic pulled Killua out of the hug and held him by his shoulders, “You want me to get more smiles outta ya’?”

“You could try, not much you can do.” He grinned.

One hand moved from Killua’s shoulder and wiggled its fingers in front of the boy. His eyes widened. “I’m not ticklish.”

“I beg to differ.” The brunette teased.

With a battle cry, Leorio pulled Killua into his lap and attacked his tummy and sides, prodding and squeezing at the boy’s torso.

Killua squeezed his eyes shut to keep his giggles at bay.

“Ohhh, now none of that! If there’s anything we do in this house, it’s laugh!”

A quick pinch to the rib led the boy to yelp and break out into laughter. The medic smiled evilly at him.

“Ohhhh! I thought someone wasn’t ticklish!”

“Ihihihim nahahahat! Thihihihis ihihihis juhuhust- hyeahahaha!”

Leorio looked at Killua with fondness, continuing to help the little guy get his giggles out. From now on, he should tickle the boys every day, he thinks. After all…

Killua is his son now, and he’s never letting go.

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[starmocha]

I DID THAT TREND WITH MY PETS!!!!!!!! 3 cats and 2 dogs THEY DID NOT GIVE A DAMN, PRETTY SURE ONE OF THE CATS ROLLED THEIR EYES 😭😂

interestingly when i DID get a little sick last month and couldn't stop throwing up, the cats did care and would meow nonstop on the other side of the door although I think they were like "momma pls don't die... who's gonna feed us? 😿"

picturing the boys reacting to the kiddos not caring

xavi pretending to pass out and in the time it takes his little girl to even check on him, he's already fallen asleep

when his princess does get to him, she plops down on him and falls asleep too

raf would be SO dramatic

baby coral going around him to do his own thing, explore the world, you know and mc would just be laughing

"I CANNOT believe I am DEAD on the floor and my baby doesn't care 😭😭😭😭"

Little birdie would maybe run to her dad all concerned at first but then be like "daddy you can't fool me" cause she just knows her dad is super strong

sylus would get healing kisses on his cheek from her AND the plushies though

baby snowdrop Idk I just think he'd always worry

he's his dad's personal doctor and he just seems so attatched to him

it's totally your fault btw, the way you write him is so cute and adorable

that kid would be listening to his dad's heartbeat and being like "daddy, your heart is beating...daddy, that means you're alive" then he'd put a tiny hand on zayne's nose "daddy, you're also breathing" and at this point zayne would break character and chuckle and just shower his baby with praises 🥰

i have a feeling baby pilot would fall for the trend at first and worry a lot but then catch on and then it'd be baby pilot and papa caleb both pranking poor mc 😆

omg animals and small children are so alike lmao

Yesss, these would be 100% accurate

Starlight — she is Xavier's whole universe, but little princess is busy lmao daddy is not top priority 😭✋️ but baby girl does love to nap a lot to the point that Xav and MC have to tell people she doesn't have narcolepsy, she just likes naps and that is why baby girl is asleep in the laundry basket 😭😭😭 she does like sleeping on top of Xav's chest and Xav adores it too 🥹

Coral — the way I just imagined Coral crawling over Raf's face lmao to get to his favorite toy. Raf will never forget this. When Coral is like 17, Raf will still be randomly bringing up, "Remember when you were 8 months old and I died and you didn't care???"

Birdie — 🥹🥹🥹 HEALING KISSES. Sylus would love that 😭 he would just lay there and let his baby girl do her thing with this soft smile on his face and teasing her a little, "You're so diligent, my little birdie."

Snowdrop — 🥺 Baby boy is using all of the medical knowledge he has learned from his dad lol I could see Zayne breaking character and gathering Snowdrop into his arms for kisses and snuggles while praising how bright his son is. He is surprised when Snowdrop tells him he needs a prescription of one strawberry candy daily for two weeks, to which Zayne will agree. The emergency medical bill will be 9 macarons and a juicebox and no, Snowdrop will not accept any insurance. 😀

Pilot — HE'S JUST A WITTLE BABY. He's not used to his dad's pranks yet, but it won't be long before he is Caleb's partner-in-crimes lmao my condolences mc

[brumeraven]

🍂: Interview with a Boundless Candidate || dolls, boundless, creativity, transformations, saints, cute?, sorry to the confused

"Please state your name for the record."

"..."

"Nothing?"

"names are...well, they can't be self-assigned."

"Good catch. Sorry about the trick question, but you understand why we have to make you jump through all these hoops."

"it's fine."

"How long have you lived as a doll?"

"my whole life. or, well, maybe that's just how i've been treated."

"How you've been treated?"

"sorry, how this one has been treated."

"So the whole world treats you like a doll?"

"more or less, this one supposes."

"But how long has it been since you decided to just accept it? To stop fighting back and just give up your personhood?"

"it did not make the decision; this is...it's just the way it is. the way it's always been."

"Mm, fair. Dolls don't choose."

"dolls don't choose."

"And you believe that you'll be happier as a doll?"

"i...it has never really...understood the concept of happiness."

"You're unhappy being treated this way?"

"this one has never seen happiness as attainable."

"But you need this to feel comfortable?"

"no, not really."

"Then what exactly do you expect to get out of this?"

"congruence. alignment of expectations and reality."

"My point is, what do YOU want out of this? You, not the people around you."

"...this one does not want anything."

"Rather not say?"

"no."

"Well, let me take a stab at it. You just want to feel wanted. Want to be given worth, want to be a valued pet, a cherished possession, because you can't find any self-worth, so you need extrinsic reassurance your life has purpose and meaning."

"..."

"You're afraid of responsibility. Afraid of agency. Afraid of fucking up your own life any more than you already have. You'd rather a Witch, or even a human, fuck it up for you. At least it wouldn't be your fault, then; at least you could pretend you're worth shit."

"..."

"Well let me tell you something, kiddo; those are bad fucking reasons to throw away your humanity. Because, hate to break it to you, but you aren't worth shit just because someone likes you."

"it's not like that. not for this one."

"No? Then why don't you tell me what it is, hm?"

"it's just...well, efficient."

"Efficient?"

"i can't stand it. this one cannot stand it. it wastes so much time worrying about what to do, what not to do, prioritizing and tracking and deciding."

"You're looking for...what exactly?"

"this one has value; it is certain of it. it is capable of great things and has several useful skills. time management is not one of them. it's greatest fear is that it will waste its entire existence shaving yaks."

"Shaving...yaks?"

"it simply wishes to be able to work without the cruft of life getting in the way. without wasting its time worrying about what it should be doing at any given time."

"...So you want a manager, not a master."

"this one wants a scrum master."

"..."

Interviewer Comments: NOT THE WORST REASON I'VE HEARD

Verdict: ACCEPTED

~🍂

[lefaystrent]

Me, Myself, and These Guys Who Kinda Look Like Me Ch. 5

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Thomas/The Sides

Summary: It starts with dreams. Then Thomas starts seeing the dream people in the waking world.

Thomas doesn't know how to bring it up to anybody or if he even should at this point.

AKA, Thomas has to acknowledge the six colorful characters in the room, much to their long-awaited delight.

Ao3 Link: click here

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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Patton, as it turns out, cannot cook. At all.

To be fair, none of them ever had the chance to gain prior experience. The singular two times the others did cook, it had been oatmeal and ramen. Not exactly complex meals.

They appeared to be relatively competent adults though. They had been observing Thomas for years and should be aware of the basics of cooking.

Oh. That's where things went wrong, didn't it? They had been watching Thomas. Not Gordon Ramsey. Thomas Sanders.

Thomas knows how to scramble eggs at least. The thing in Patton's pan right now? Not eggs.

"I just went to the bathroom for like a minute," Thomas says in that way that clearly means, "what the fuck happened?"

"Everything is fine," Patton claims over the smoking pan. "Question though, do you like your eggs extra crispy, or...?"

Thomas would just like to have a skillet after this.

The pan chooses that moment to inexplicably catch on fire. Which shouldn't be possible, but so were plenty of other things that Thomas has experienced in his life lately. Why not this too?

Thomas screams. Patton starts screaming too. Then Patton, in his hurried desperation to right the situation, goes to grab the pan not by the handle like a sane person but where the fire is. With his bare hands. Thomas knows they just had a conversation about how they couldn't truly feel pain, but that doesn't stop the spike of panic as he watches the disaster in slow motion.

Between one blink to another, Virgil appears. He doesn't rise up like Roman demonstrated yesterday. He bamfs in right beside Patton, snapping at him to stand back. Startled, Patton dodges back as Virgil takes control. He pulls the sleeve of his hoodie down over the handle to act as an unconventional potholder, and he rushes the pan to the sink. More smoke billows from the water splashing against the hot pan and the fowl smell of burnt eggs permeates the air.

"What were you trying to do?!" Virgil screeches, and Thomas senses that it's a rhetorical question meant to just make them reevaluate their life choices up to this point, but Patton answers anyway.

"My best!"

Virgil curses and ensures that all of the fire is extinguished before sagging where he stands. He leaves the tap on, either just in case or too tired to shut it off. Patton tiptoes up to him and tugs sheepishly at his shoulder.

"Kiddo? I'm sorry."

"Don't do that," Virgil growls. He holds himself up over the sink, hands braced on either side. "Way to scare the living daylights outta me."

"It's probably more my fault," Thomas cringes. "I left him without supervision."

"Aw, Thomas! Now just because you needed a potty break does not mean it's your fault! We're all adults here."

"Adults don't say 'potty' to each other," Virgil groans. He reaches over the sink and cracks open the window to let out the influx of smoke. "And do you realize how close you were to burning Thomas's apartment down?"

"Well, it was just the eggs–" Thomas tries to alleviate the tension, but Virgil whirls on him.

"It doesn't matter! What would you guys have done if I hadn't showed up when I did? Would you have just stood there screaming? Would you have grabbed the pan and knocked it over and then the fire caught onto something? You have to be more careful!"

Thomas and Patton shuffle guiltily. They could have handled the situation better, in hindsight. No excuses really. Thomas can envision that happening, the two of them freaking out so hard that they create an even bigger danger mess. What would Thomas have done if flames really did spread? Hurt himself trying to put it out like Patton had almost done? Run screaming and forget to call emergency services? They were lucky that Virgil stepped in, and it sounded like they had really scared him.

"Thank you, Virgil," Thomas says. "For coming when you did."

"Yeah, Virge, that was good timing."

"Did you know?" Thomas asks. Could they sense things from in their rooms? Like, could Virgil see what they were up to and came running?

Virgil scowls and crosses his arms around himself. "No? I guess my spidey sense told me that you guys were doing something stupid. Thought I'd check in. You're just lucky I was here."

"Yeah, you're right. Thank you," Thomas expresses again, and he puts effort into showing his gratitude with his eyes.

Thomas isn't sure, but Virgil's eyes might have gone a little glassy at that. Before he can confirm, Virgil spins around and shuts off the sink. "No need to thank me. Your pan's probably ruined anyway. And if you're hungry, I'll make you some more oatmeal. No one touch anything. Please."

Thomas politely requests toast to go with it because he craves carbs, and Virgil gives a long-suffering sigh and shoos them out of the kitchen.

"Do you think he's mad at us?" Thomas asks Patton when they're in the living room. He keeps his voice hushed. "What am I saying, of course he's mad."

"I think he's just worried. That's his way of showing he cares."

"I can't believe you guys tried to set the house on fire without me."

They both squawk and Patton falls over onto the couch at Remus's sudden appearance behind them. A smile curls up Remus's lips, his mustache twitching left and right, and his eyes narrow in glee. Virgil looks up sharply at the disturbance, notes Remus has joined them, and dismisses it with an eye roll. He continues bustling around the kitchen.

"We wouldn't do that to Thomas's home! ...on purpose."

"Lame. Next time, instead of cooking oil you should try kerosene."

Thomas, a man who loves to eat raw cookie dough, knows his limits. "That is not edible."

"No it's edible, just not advisable."

And there's Logan rising up. Thomas embraces the fact that his house will never be empty anymore. He crawls onto the couch beside Patton. If that puts Patton between him and the others, well that's just a bonus. He gives in to the urge to hide and rests his head on Patton's shoulder, more or less curling up into a ball against his side.

Remus bounces his hip against Logan to make him stagger. "Some people used to think lobotomy was advisable. Depends on who's doing the advising, don'tchya think?"

"Let me rephrase then, kerosene contains hydrocarbons which, were it to be consumed, could result in impaired breathing and eyesight, as well as internal burns, rapidly declining blood pressure, convulsions, coma-"

"Were you saying something, Nerdy Wolverine? All I'm hearing is blah blah blah."

It's entertaining to see how similar Remus interacts with Logan as Logan does with Roman. It's the flair for the dramatic and sass clashing with Logan's tendency towards the literal and common sense.

"Do you think they'd notice if we left?" Thomas whispers to Patton jokingly. When the other doesn't respond, Thomas looks at him.

Patton sits incredibly taut. His fingers bunch up in the material of his khaki pants. His eyes are glazed and out of focus, staring ahead and seeing nothing. Thomas doesn't think that he's breathing. Do they need to breathe?

Oh. Thomas should have asked first before invading his personal space.

"Sorry," Thomas says softly and scoots away, putting distance between them.

"Hm?" Patton hums absently. He blinks like he's coming back online and his head lolls around to Thomas. "What did you say?"

Thomas shakes his head quickly and hurries to busy himself with his phone. "Nothing, don't worry about it."

Patton doesn't quite frown, but he's pensive and pondering. Thankfully, he doesn't push and lets the awkwardness go.

Thomas berates himself internally. Why did he do that without asking first? Or just sit on the other end of the couch? He had been caught up in the emotions that they had shared earlier. This thing between all of them, this developing two-way friendship, is only just budding. He has to give it time for everyone's sake and not get ahead of himself.

If he's honest, his own needs are to blame. He could really use a hug. He's been cooped up in his apartment for days and he misses interacting with people. Like...normal people? Gosh, is that a rude thing to think about? He likes these people, he does... He just wants an unconditional display of affection with no weird strings attached.

Is it a good or bad thing that he doesn't have a boyfriend right now? He can't fathom how that would go. Who would want to stay with a person who is constantly haunted by dream people? Wait, wait, that raises the excellent question of what will Thomas eventually do when he does meet someone and gets back into dating? Is this– is this for the rest of his life?

Thomas can't pretend his attention is focused on his phone. It's not and the screen is black from disuse.

He didn't mean to face his impending fears this early in the morning.

Compartmentalize. He needs to do what Logan taught him yesterday. He needs to put these worries in a box, lock it up tight, and push it into the background. He's still recovering, and he hasn't learned everything about them yet. Let him deal with this when he has the energy and all of the facts.

Down the couch, he doesn't notice that Patton watches him with a pained expression.

***

After breakfast, Thomas evades the others by engaging his worst enemy.

Chores.

His hamper overflows from fire fits of days past. He tosses them in the washer, guesstimates how much detergent to pour in, and then starts the wash. He sets a timer on his phone on the off chance he remembers to obey the alarm and switch the load.

He stares at his bed in its sweat-stained sheety glory. It would take him all day along with his clothes.

No, Thomas, you will not be a gremlin. You're feeling better now, toughen up.

The gremlin part of his brain claws for a compromise. He has spare sheets. He can replace them now and wash the dirty ones tomorrow.

Changing them is easier said than done. The dirty ones come off swift, but the clean ones? Why does it take all the muscles in your body just to get a fitted sheet on a mattress? And by the time you've got wrangled the rest of the blankets and pillow cases? Phew, what a work out.

Thomas lays exhausted on the freshly made bed. He used to work out sort of, you know, before he got sick. Now he's a shadow of his former self. He shouldn't be this out of breath and wanting a nap. How weak, pathetic. A tiny whiny man.

...right, he's still sick.

He heaves himself up and tosses back some more ibuprofen. The fever hasn't returned exactly, or if it has it's relatively low. His joints protest like the old man he is, and there are other mild aches. If he pushes himself too fast, too soon, he'll just end up miserable. And he'll do anything to avoid that wretched migraine from coming back.

He lays back on the bed again, sideways across it with his legs hanging off. He basks in the comfiness. The others didn't follow him up or ask questions, for which he is glad. He doesn't want them looking at him like lost puppies whenever he leaves the room.

He stares at the popcorn ceiling and makes out shapes as if they are clouds.

He's going to have to change a lot of his routine, once he gets in the swing of it again. Maybe establish some boundaries? Even if they promise to respect his privacy, he isn't sure he'll ever be able to sleep naked again. Which sucks because that's his preferred method of pajamas. Clothes are terribly confining.

And what will he tell his family? His friends? He doesn't know if he can keep this a secret. He's incredibly inept at lying to those who know him. He gets too skittish, too overcompensating. It's laughable. They've already been worried enough about him these past couple of weeks, and that's just when he thought he was going insane. They'd see through any farce.

He can just never leave his apartment ever again. Is that an option? No one will ever suspect.

Actually, would anyone be able to see them anyway? If he walked outside his house, could his neighbors see them strolling along in the parking lot? And if they were now visible to everyone, would this bring like, government attention to him? What if authorities start questioning why these six guys who live with him don't have birth certificates or social security numbers?

Thomas daydreams city officials stopping by his house wielding warrants. "Sir, you're under arrest for harboring illegal dream people." And then he'd have a criminal record, and all his loved ones discover his dirty secret anyway. Awesome. Fantastic.

"Do you ever feel....like a plastic bag," Thomas sings quietly to himself. He sighs and rolls over onto his side.

Roman is reclined on the bed beside him. It's interesting, because it doesn't scare him right out of his pants (ha, Nightmare Before Christmas referrence). He's getting too used to them randomly popping up now. Man, he's really gotta have the boundaries talk sooner than later, doesn't he?

But it's not so bad. Roman lays there flat on his back, gazing up at the ceiling as Thomas had been. He wonders if Roman is mapping out pictures too, creating life where there once was none.

"I always loved to hear you sing," Roman confides. His arm floats in the air, hand dancing to an unknown tempo. "And perform. I used to memorize the lines right alongside you. I sang like I was a part of the show and not just an onlooker. I would pretend..."

His face is open and lost in memories. Thomas forgets his worries for the moment. The poignant tone of Roman's words, the underlying passion, it's entrancing in its tragedy.

Like Thomas's problems can ever compare to theirs.

"What would you pretend?" Thomas asks, hushed and gentle and not wanting to break the atmosphere.

The barest bit of pink tints Roman's cheeks. His lips quirk up as he glances at him from the corner of his eye. "I used to pretend I was you. Someone I respected and admired more than anything."

Thomas resists the urge to cover his face in a fit of bashfulness. It's not like he often has pretty guys in his bed waxing poetically about him. And here he has a literal Prince Charming who has been his unknowing personal backup singer for years.

Roman's smile morphs into a wince. He flops his arm down onto the bed. "My apologies, Thomas. I can't imagine how daunting this situation is for you. If you should need anything, even if it's for us to give you space, you have but to ask. I don't wish for us to burden you."

"You're not a burden," Thomas replies automatically, stubbornly.

Aren't they though? the ugly voice in the back of his mind says. He viciously beats it down and shoves it in his mental basement. He won't be that kind of person.

Roman turns his head to look at him, eyebrow raised. "Just earlier we set a fire. This is only the second day since achieving corporealness."

"In all fairness, it wasn't that bad. And Virgil was there to put it out. So it balanced out."

"Yeah, Virgil's good like that," Roman muses. He's scanning Thomas's face, searching for something. It reminds him of the subdued way he looked at the others last night, after he offered to carry Thomas to bed. The bit of cautious wonder. Of tender hope.

Thomas thrums a cadence with his fingers into the bed sheets. "I talked to Patton this morning..."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Thomas nods. Well, as much as a person can nod while laying on their side. "Yeah. We kinda...talked about the situation, more or less. I told him I want to help you guys."

Roman is nothing short of stunned. Flabbergasted. Gut-punched.

They can't think that poorly of him, can they? To think it's that out of character for him? Roman just said he admires him. Thomas clings onto that.

"You do?" Roman squeaks out, and Thomas hates how bemused he sounds.

"Yeah, what I can I mean," he pours sincerity into his words. "I don't know how much a guy like me can do, but I'd like to try. I'm not going to kid myself and say this will be a walk in the park, but I'm sure we can all figure out something together. And... uh, if you want. I don't know if you'd be interested, but I'd love to sing with you sometime. If you want, I mean. Your voice, I mean, it's good. Really good. But only if you want, of course."

As he fumbles his speech, Thomas reminds himself repeatedly that Roman just expressed an interest in doing as much, and no this is not being too presumptuous.

Roman springs up, bolt upright. There's a feral, hungry glee that shakes him and he nearly squeals out, "Really?! Really really?!"

"Really really," Thomas promises, smiling up at him. The excitement is infectious and Roman launches into a whole tirade of song choices.

"We could do Hamilton! Or Disney! I'll make a man out of you! It's the boppiest bop to ever bop! Or no wait, a ballad! We could do a ballad! A piano cover of something. Better yet, we can write our own song! Thomas! Thomas, I have so many ideas, you have no idea!"

Thomas has awoken his inner child. It's Christmas and Fourth of July clashing in showers of sparks. There are stars in Roman's eyes, and he holds his fists up, knuckles covering a wild grin. He's bouncing in place on the bed and it's the cutest thing Thomas has ever seen.

"I'd like to hear them," Thomas says.

Roman needs no more prompting. He stretches out on the bed again, laying on his stomach. He kicks his feet up behind him whimsically while he gushes and makes callbacks to Thomas's past videos and expands off of those. He's talking a mile-a-minute and Thomas hardly needs to contribute. Nor does he want to. He wouldn't dream of interrupting.

This bit of his morning is not a chore. It's a privilege.

***

Lunch time rolls around. They only become aware of this in the midst of their brainstorming session because Remus throws open the door.

The closet door.

"Did someone order a pizza?!" he screeches loud enough to make ears bleed.

Roman's reaction is to grab the nearest object (a pillow) and catapult it at the intruder. Remus karate chops is out of the air.

"Have you ever heard of knocking!" Roman bellows. "Me and Thomas are having an important discussion that doesn't involve you!"

"You've been hogging him since yesterday! It's my turn to ride on Thomas the Dank Engine!"

"I haven't been hogging him!"

"Little piggy say what?"

"I haven't been hogging him! Just because you're jealous–"

"Oink oink oink! Here a pig, there a pig, everywhere a pig pig!"

"Why are you so insufferably juvenile?!"

"Uh, bitch, why do you have a stick up your ass? And not the good kind!"

"Fellas," Thomas says most agreeably, sitting up and clasping his hands in his lap. "I think we need to take a deep breath."

They both cut themselves off mid-insults. They glance at him, and yes it's clear that even though Thomas was the subject they were fighting over, they had forgotten he was there or that he can now witness their spats.

And gosh, isn't that bizarre? They're fighting over him.

Roman crosses his arms and sulks, appearing contrite. Remus puts his hands behind his back and whistles in a poor imitation of innocence.

These two might be worse together than Logan with either of them. That's just impressive.

Thomas clears his throat and embodies his best mediator persona. "Now Remus, was there a reason you came in here? You said something about pizza?"

Roman mutters, "He was making a stupid porn joke."

"You're stupid," Remus snipes back. Before Roman can sputter out a defense, Remus bounds over and snatches up Thomas's hands in his. "There's food downstairs ready for you. The nerd said it's important for you to eat to keep your energy up or whatever. I suggested you should just eat batteries, but nobody ever listens to me."

"I wonder why," Roman growls, but Thomas is already being dragged out of his room. Remus keeps an iron grip on his fingers and pulls him along.

There's an erratic edge to Remus's words while he babbles to Thomas. It's mostly nonsensical ideas, like a stream of consciousness gone straight to brain rot. It's peculiar as it is demanding of attention. A train crash he can't look away from.

As they descend the stairs, Thomas stares at their joined hands. He considers Remus's words from before. How much do the others really listen to him? Or to each other in general? What hidden dynamics are at play here?

The others are all waiting for them below minus Bowler Hat. The table is set for one, and it's actually not pizza. It's pan-seared porkchops with broccoli and mashed potatoes. His nostrils flair as the smell wafts over him. His stomach rumbles appreciatively.

"You guys didn't have to do all this," Thomas protests. He lets Remus steer him to the chair and plop him down. He keeps his hands on his shoulders. "I know I've been sick, but I can make my own food now."

Virgil gestures to the murdered pan in the sink. "Let's just say for all our sakes, we don't mind."

"Yes, it's no issue," Logan chips in. "We are more than capable of providing you with assistance. It is no trouble, I assure you."

"I set the table," Patton says with a tiny smile. "No more stove privileges for silly ole me!"

Roman indulges him with a clap on the back. "You did well, Padre. And everyone else! This is a meal fit for a king!"

Virgil scoffs, "It's just meat and veggies. It's not a big deal."

"I forgot I had porkchops," Thomas admits. "When did you guys even take them out to thaw? I didn't notice."

Logan refastens his tie, a little smug, "Last night. I theorized that by today your illness would abate enough to allow you to eat a proper meal."

"Well, I don't know what else to say but thank you." Would this become a thing? Should he let it be a thing? Would it be such a bad thing if he did? They could cook him food if it made them feel useful, and then he could avoid cooking and get to eat it all. Just himself, never sharing.

No, that just– that would be like having servants and would be a weird power hierarchy, and he's just not going to go that route. He's a big boy, he can cook his own dinners.

He picks up his fork to tuck into dinner.

"Are you going to hover over him for the entirety of the meal, Donny Whacko?"

Remus's hands are still clamped on Thomas's shoulders, and he remains standing right behind him. Thomas pauses with his fork in the air. He didn't realize when Remus had grown eerily quiet, but the chattering had indeed stopped, and he grips tighter at Thomas's shoulders.

"Remus?" Patton says, as gentle as a person encroaching on a wild animal that they just want to help. "You gotta let go, buddy."

At once the hands are gone from his shoulders. Then they return on the sides of Thomas's head, spindly fingers holding him in place while Remus delivers a loud smooch to the top of his scalp. Every hair on Thomas's body stands on end.

"Remus!!" literally everyone screams.

"What, like you all haven't been thinking about it too," Remus replies in his reedy voice. "I can't help that you're all horribly repressed."

Furious and flustered, Roman rolls up his sleeves as if he's going to remove Remus by force, but then he suddenly back pedals. His eyes shift from Remus to...something else.

"I do so enjoy you making my job harder," a voice that is certainly not Remus's comes from behind Thomas.

Thomas turns. His peripheral catches a minor struggle of limbs, a flash of yellow, and then nothing. No one stands behind him.

"Why does he have to be so dramatic?" Virgil groans rhetorically.

Logan answers him literally, "He does not have to, it is simply a life choice."

Thomas looks back at them. "Did Remus just get kidnapped?"

Patton attempts to smile through a grimace, "I think it's more like he was given a time-out."

"Was that Bowler Hat?"

"Yeah, he does that sometimes with Remus. Nothing to worry about, kiddo."

Thomas very much worries about it. They can't tell him not to worry about it after that. After Remus kissed him and got sent to baby jail for it. Thomas can't react to the implications of the sign of affection, that in particular is a bit too much right now, but he does race car drift into indignation. Regardless of Remus being overtly clingy, Thomas doesn't think he deserved to be dragged away like that.

HIs reaction is because Remus had just voiced how no one listens to what he says. And the way that his hands didn't want to let go of Thomas. A burgeoning sense of protection has him sitting down his fork.

"I... I think I would have rather talked about it," Thomas tells them. He surprises them, he knows he does. And maybe that's his fault with how readily he's shown to want to avoid the issue so far.

Logan is the first to act. He smooths down the front of his shirt and sits in front of him at the table. "If you would like to discuss, we can."

"No," Thomas shakes his head, tone firm. "I want to talk to you guys. All of you. An important part of handling things is communication, right? And the longer I wait to do this, the more we might misunderstand each other, and I don't want that to happen. I want us all to be comfortable. Not just me, but all of you guys too."

Patton takes a step forward, falters, then presses his index fingers together. "When you say all of us..."

Thomas's eyes narrow. "I mean all six of you. Would that be a problem?"

Patton throws up his hands and waves them around in distress. "No, no! Not at all! That's not what I meant." He too takes a seat. He leans over the table, trying to convey in his expression sincerity. "I'm sorry, it's just that, well we'd like to talk to you. We just don't want to overwhelm you all at once."

"And Bowler Hat, as you call him, may decline to come to the discussion table," Virgil points out.

"Why would he?" Thomas asks. "I just talked to him last night."

"You did?" Virgil spits out, eyes critically assessing. When he sees that Thomas does nothing more than raise a brow, he rolls his shoulders and puts on an unaffected air. "Okay, cool. That's cool. So you weren't...scared?"

"No? Why would I be?" Thomas asks.

No one answers.

Thomas looks from face to face. They're hiding secrets. Every one of them.

"Why would I be?" he says again, more soft in trepidation.

Logan's brows are furrowed. He taps a finger against his chin. "Thomas... did you notice anything...odd regarding his appearance?"

"You mean other than the caplet and gloves?"

"Yes, actually. What else?"

Thomas searches for an answer amongst then. Roman stares holes into Patton who squirms in his seat.

"What am I not getting?" Thomas questions Patton.

And there's the same guilty look in his eyes like this morning at the failed breakfast. "Thomas, how much did you see of him? Was it dark? Did you see him fully I mean? Or remember when you first saw us?"

Not that he noticed. Nothing that–

Hadn't Bowler Hat purposefully avoided him? He had been turned away, looking out the window. And he scurried away to the kitchen with Virgil first thing. And he didn't show back up until it was dark in his room.

"Is he...is he different?" Thomas asks them, borderline scared now. "Is he not the same thing you guys are?"

"Yes and no," Logan answers, too collected, too calculating his words. "He is similar to us in most areas in terms of our attachment to you and the state of our metaphysical beings. The largest difference is in appearance."

"He didn't want," Virgil begins, but trails off when everyone turns to him. He scowls and looks angrily at the floor. "It's not for us to tell. He was just afraid of how you'd react. He can't help the way he looks. He just is."

"The snake's already out of the bag," Roman says, remorseful. "Thomas, it's not that we didn't want to tell you. We just wanted to respect his wishes while giving you time to adjust. But I can see that it's causing you more stress than not. I'm not sure we can manage to convince him to come out, but we can tell you about it. The truth would've had to come out eventually."

He doesn't want them to feel forced to tell him anything.

He also doesn't like them keeping secrets that might affect him and each other.

It's a tousle between being a people pleaser and wanting some modicum of control back over his life.

"I want you guys...to feel like you can talk to me."

"That's all we've ever wanted," Patton whispers.

Thomas closes his eyes. He pushes his plate aside. "Then I think we need to talk."

[sillygoofyqueer]

The Untamed review: episode two!!

Yes, Wei Wuxian, Little Apple IS a picky eater, because he deserves only the best and KNOWS IT

Bro's complaining about a donkey to a donkey, what a guy

"You're like MY master"

"Yo, there's a well!" Wei Wuxian immediately moves out of the way, what a gentleman

HE'S JUST TALKING TO THEM, WOAHHHH

Wei Wuxian helplessly listening to them argue over his inventions is so funny to me

"IS WEI YOUR DAD?!??" "HE'S MY IDOL!!"

The way that Wei Wuxian just gives up and peaces out

Fighting with a donkey now

Take the fucking apple, you dumbass

How old is this woman? She looks about twenty five

IT'S JUST LIKE IN MINECRAFT

Push her off, it'd be so funny and no one would know

Yo, what is Yan doing?? She's busting some moves

Does he just flick any random person?

Ohhhh, I see

Got killed by the mist, that's an embarrassing way to go

Bro is dead, goddamn. Poor lass has no soul

This woman has been through so much, she doesn't deserve it

Someone's catching humans, cannibals in every universe

JIN LING!!! <3

Laughing at the richness of people

"Naur, stay up there. See you later xoxo"

How is this woman here????

LITTLE APPLE BEHAVE YOURSELF

It's fine, he's wearing a mask that covers his eyes

"It's you?" Aw shit, the guy who was a baby when you were around is onto you

Joking, he knows Mo Xuanyu

Mock him and see how it ends up

BRO JUST INSULTED HIM BECAUSE HE'S MOTHERLESS

Stop trying to get up, jesusss

Nice throw

He looks so done with people's shit

STOP FUCKING MOCKING HIM, WEI WUXIAN

Oh, hey Jiang Cheng, you're baby girling quite hard today

No need to crush it

"break his legs? No, feed him to your dog, kiddo"

His boyfriend has come to rescue him

"I'm so unlucky today", on the contrary, I think you're very lucky, these characters are key to the plot and you didn't even have to go looking for them!!

I like the music that plays when the Lan Clan is around

Lan Jingyi stepping up for his father- teacher

Lan Sizhui, how do you know so much

HE CAST THE SILENCE SPELL, I LOVE HIM

He says it like a slur hahahaha

Lan Wangji is too busy mewing, don't break his streak!!

"If you don't get that spirit, don't come back to me!!" Jin Ling was never seen again 😔

He's like a grumpy toddler, I love him so

"Don't worry, we'll pay for the nets we broke!" "Nuh uh!!" Lan Sizhui, you're an angel, don't listen to him

HIS MEWING STREAK NOOOOO

Nice voice though

"I thought I saw my boyfriend 😔"

There are spirits in the lake, I wouldn't suggest drinking from it

Jiang Yanli 😭😭😭

Stop smiling, you're hallucinating

Slander my boy and sees what happens

Slap yourself, go on, like the books

Don't put the blame all on him!!!

Nice, like the books

Feel the shame

That cannot be comfortable, those are literal rocks

LITTLE APPLE!!

He's like they're little leader

That's a fast old man

Lan Jingyi's first instinct is to point a sword at an old man, lmaaoooo

"anything strange here?" "Duh"

Leaving him alone while he's trying to give important plot information, rude

Glowing grass, what the fuck

I think you should eat some

He just wants to clean, leave him alone

WEN QING!!!!!!

Flashbacks lmao

Where'd the old man go

Dirty

No way is that naturally formed

Lan Jingyi, you're surprisingly knowledgeable..I didn't know you could read

Jin Ling and his group of people

AAAAAHH WHAT THE FUCK

"what's up baby girls"

Ugh, it's been moving for a while now

Maybe you should, I don't know, LISTEN TO THE GUY WHO KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING??

Also, y'all ditched him, minus points

"We're out" "fuck, y'all are gonna soooo be punished"

The look he gave, as if this isn't like, a sixteen seventeen year old. No, wait, he's probably eighteen...how old was he before Wei Wuxian's death? ANYWAY

Criticising the Lan education system while you're at it

"wait, you can't be crazy, because that makes sense!!" Lan Jingyi my beloved

Shit, my cover as a crazy person has been blown

Are they having a mewing contest or what?

Well done, Lan Jingyi

WHERE'S MY NEPHEW

I swear it wasn't that big before

Y'all are doing a shit job at running from something this slow

Nice attack, it's still stone though

Dude, listen to Lan Sizhui

"Hey, my sword 🥺😔"

Considering this flute playing is supposed to be shit, it's not too bad

"ugh, you're playing the flute this bad? You must be crazy" Lan Jingyi, make up your mind

STOOOOOP JIN LING

Nice kick, it's still stone though

WEN NING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S HERE TO KICK SOME ASS FOR YOU!!!!

They both look mildly terrified

Dude killed it so easy, well done. Naur, it's just an illusion.

"y'all, no need to be scared, the Yiling Patriarch ain't here" he's standing over there, wearing a mask

I THOUGHT THE LANS WERE BETTER THAN THIS

Luring him over with shitty flute playing

LET GO OF THE COMEDIC RELIEF

His robes are even blowing, just for you

Me leading my next snack away from the bag

Walk faster, goddamn

"hey bbg, it's been a while"

Listen guys, I know you're in love but there's a corpse there

He flew away, like Jesus

So...how is everyone surprised when they do turn out to be gay???

DON'T PIN THE BLAME ON HIM. MY MAN'S IS GUILTY BUT PRETTY

Uhh uh oh. Mom and dad are fighting again

Lan Wangji already looks so bored

The fucking GLARE I CAN'T

"Take off the mask!!!" "Nuh uh, I'm too handsome"

Lan Jingyi needs to stop being smart, it's scaring me

Stoooop, he didn't kill his brother

Okay, so he did, but he didn't want to!!!

He passed out, okay man

Answer the stupid call

FAMILY!!!!!!!

They're so happy 😔

Give him what he wants, it's SYMBOLISM

Lecturing him better than Lan Qiren

You lost him already, not very good at this, ey?

Alcoholic

Of course he will, it's Wei Wuxian

They're so happy :(

[leifygreeens]

maybe a weird ask, but what do you think the bachelors/ettes superpowers would be?

Imagining the marriage candidates with some kind of ability was both super fun and also a pain in the ass. I didn’t want to go the obvious route with anyone, and I also didn’t want to make any of them into an actual superhero, so, under the assumption that they exist in a world where everyone is super-powered in some way or another, I came up with these. I also made sure that they all had some kind of drawback or a “catch” of some kind, so they wouldn’t be completely broken powers.

No warnings necessary this time. Enjoy!

Sam

Everyone’s favorite golden retriever boy gets Instrument Manipulation. It’s the kind of power that does exactly what it says on the tin. Sam can manipulate instruments, but unlike Musical Mastery, for example, Sam is only able to use this ability to play on instruments he’s already familiar with. We know he can play the guitar and the drums, but he wouldn’t be able to use this ability to play the violin, or something. He could probably use it to bash someone up the head with one, though.

Sebastian

Before anyone gets excited—we’ve only got room for one sorcerer in Pelican Town, and that’s Rasmodius. With that in mind, Sebastian’s superpower is Cyber Presence. The ability to exist within cyberspace, and effectively exist everywhere, all at once—as long as there’s some level of technology in that area. Whether it be a global computer network, radar or security systems, or even satellites, Sebastian would be given the freedom to enter and exist in the cyber world at his own will. However, if any of the devices have a virus of some kind, it will affect his physical form and could potentially harm or otherwise “alter” him.

Alex

You’d think he’d get something like super strength or super speed, but I think Alex would get the most use out of Enhanced Stamina. He’d be able to practice gridball for hours to days without tiring, and he’d have no issues with helping around the farm for as long as he needed to. If you chose to have children in the future, I imagine he could keep up with the kiddos without breaking a sweat either. This wouldn’t be an absolute thing—he would get tired eventually, but he’d last a while. A few days of uninterrupted activity, at most, but he'd never go that long. Granny Evelyn still worries, you know!

Elliott

Literary Travel allows the user to effectively “dimension hop” between different works of fiction. Elliott can act as himself in these fictional worlds, but cannot affect the plotline or the outcome of whatever story is being told. He would also only be able to hop into these fictional works while touching the physical medium(books, movie CDs, etc.). Elliott would use this ability in a myriad of ways, but as a man who’s constantly wrapped up in the dramatics and whimsy of life, I think he’d use it most often as a form of escapism. He’d have a limit for how much time he could spend in alternate realities, and his escapades would always be dreamlike. It would allow him the freedom to explore those places, but it wouldn’t deteriorate his perception of his reality, which I think is important.

Shane

I want him to be able to speak to his chickens, so Shane gets Zoolingualism. He wouldn’t be able to speak the language of an animal that’s gone extinct, but he can speak to every other animal with ease as long as meets a member of that species once. Unlike Marnie, who can perfectly replicate and mimic animal sounds and literally speak their language, Shane communicates in a more intangible way. Rather, he speaks to the animal, and the intentions, emotions, and thoughts are injected into the animal’s brain. The opposite is also true for him. He comes off as a bit anti-social to the people who meet him, mostly because he spends all of his time in the barn communicating with the animals instead of the humans outside. Chickens are safer.

Harvey

I thought about giving him Flight because I’m an asshole, but eventually I decided against it. Instead, Dial allows Harvey to speed up or slow down an individual’s healing by manipulating a patient’s cells. Harvey can accelerate the healing process by quite a fair margin, and after so many years of mastery, he’s completely abandoned stitches because he can seal any wound closed on his own. Further, if he were setting someone’s fractured limb, their time with a cast would be severely shortened by using his ability. However, he can not immediately cure any or all ailments, and using his ability for long periods of time will give him body aches. He may go too far or push himself a little too hard, and his body has shown the effects of that in recent years. He’s not able to bounce back as quickly as he used to.

Maru

You may have thought that I’d go with something obvious like Absolute Intelligence or whatever, but we all know intelligence isn’t Maru’s lack, so let’s ignore her brains for a moment and shift gears. Interstellar Projection would fit her best. Being able to project herself through the infinite cosmos and visit the trillions of solar systems she’s only ever been able to see fuzzy glimpses of through her telescope would be a dream come true for her. However, because she is a human and could not survive in the vacuum of space without substantial protection, she would only be able to project her consciousness into space—not her physical form.

Penny

Telekinesis is Penny’s superpower. I think due to her responsibilities and her personal interests, being able to interact with objects without ever laying a finger on them would make a ton of things easier for her. Washing dishes, cleaning her home, cleaning up the library table after teaching the children, and reading would all be far simpler for her. Her emotions would affect it, however, so if she and Pam ever got into a heated argument in the trailer, their belongings might start levitating. She can manipulate inanimate objects, but cannot manipulate living things. She couldn’t make Vincent float, for example.

Abigail

I considered Invulnerability and Weapons Mastery for Abigail, but I think both of those would kill her enjoyment of swordsmanship and adventuring. So instead, I think she would get the most use out of Tactical Analysis. With the ability to see the perfect course of action when going head to head with a floor full of powerful monsters, I imagine she’d be one hell of an adventurer, but she’d still have to train her ass off to succeed with the kinds of plans her brain comes up with.

Haley

Charisma isn’t something Haley struggles with, but I think it’s an ability that fits her best. Being wealthy, popular, and having an ability to charm people would have contributed heavily to her developing a conceited and selfish personality, but after she expands her worldview and loses her superficial tendencies, I think she’d use her ability for good. If you’ve seen her heart event after getting married, you know exactly what I’m talking about. However, this ability’s effectiveness wears off the better you know her, and doesn’t have any effect on people she’s related to by blood, so it doesn’t work on Emily, and it stopped working on Alex a long time ago.

Leah

Leah’s ability is Foresight. Being a mix of Wisdom, Future Vision, Fate Sight, and Analytical Precognition, Leah has the ability to see a short distance into the future. Her ability takes the form of visions, lasting anywhere from a few seconds to a minute long. They are usually random, but if she focuses on herself very carefully, she can induce a vision. The ones that she doesn’t call forward are far more pressing and require more of her attention. Namely, a few visions in the months leading up to the end of her abusive relationship with Kel(y’all know how I feel about them), and even some regarding the Farmer’s appearance in the valley. She always has a pretty nasty migraine after a vision though, and needs to hold warm or cold compresses against her eyes to soothe the aching.

Emily

Emily was a toss up between a few powers, but eventually I settled on Omnilingualism. This ability allows the individual to speak all human languages fluently. Emily has a few cutscenes and lines in-game that make it clear that she isn’t lacking in the supernatural department, but her most notable characteristic is her immense kindness and empathy. Her desire to help others is admirable, and so I gave her this ability in the hopes that it would make it easier for her to offer aid to a plethora of different people. However, she’d only be able to speak a language after formally meeting a person who spoke it, so she couldn’t learn any dead languages.

[yomica12345]

Pane-fully Obvious: Chapter 16

Prologue Link, Chapter 15 Link

Ao3

Warnings: Emotional distress, Panic attacks, Mental health struggles, Intense emotional interactions, Feelings of worthlessness

Chapter 16: A Shelter in Friends

“No, I’m certain I heard something coming from the gym,” Logan insisted, easing the door open just enough to peer inside.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before he caught sight of a figure near the back wall. The shadowy silhouette moved quickly, disappearing into the boys’ changing room.

“There’s someone here,” Logan whispered, stepping into the gym. The squeak of his shoes echoed sharply in the vast, empty space.

“So? We don’t have to follow them,” Virgil countered, grabbing Logan’s arm and tugging him back toward the hallway. “Let’s just go.”

Logan shook him off, his eyes fixed on the changing room door. “We should ensure they are not engaging in any activity they shouldn’t be. It will not take long.”

Patton stepped in, looping an arm through Virgil’s and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’ll be fine, kiddo. Just as long as we stick together.”

The three of them stopped at the door to the changing rooms, leaning in and pressing their ears against it. Faintly, the sound of water hitting tile reached them.

“Is the shower running?” Virgil scrunched his face in confusion, his voice a whisper.

“I sure hope not, kiddo. If it was, we’d have to catch it,” Patton quipped with a grin.

Virgil and Logan both gave him flat, unamused looks.

Patton shrugged, still smiling, and peeked his head cautiously through the door for a moment before pulling back. “Sounds like it.”

“But who’d be using the school showers this late at night?” Virgil frowned, glancing between Logan and Patton.

“Most likely one of the performers from the production,” Logan replied, adjusting his glasses. “As to which one, I cannot be certain. The only ones I know personally are Janus and Roman.”

Virgil’s eyes widened as he tugged the door handle, stepping into the change room with purpose. He led the way toward the stalls, his voice sharp. “Roman, what’s going on?”

A loud clatter echoed from behind one of the stall doors, followed by a quiet, anxious curse.

"Virgil? What do you mean? I’m just showering," Roman replied, his tone defensive.

“First it’s the not eating, then it’s the exhaustion, and now you’re showering here after hours?” Virgil hesitated, his hand coming to rest on the edge of the stall door. His voice softened. “Were you… were you kicked out?”

The steady hiss of the shower stopped abruptly as Roman shut it off. Silence hung thick in the room, broken only by the faint sound of water dripping onto the floor.

“Of course not. I’m still at home,” Roman said after a moment, his voice carefully neutral. He wrapped a towel around his waist, his eyes locked on the door like it might burst open at any moment. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, was it? He was still living at home—for now. No one had evicted him.

Roman raised a fist to his mouth, biting down on his finger as if the action might silence his spiraling thoughts. He shifted his weight anxiously, adjusting the towel at his waist, his mind racing. What else was he supposed to say?

“Is there a reason you’re showering here?” Logan asked, his tone steady and calculating.

“Some pipes burst,” Roman replied, exhaling lightly as he opened the stall door. He stepped past Virgil and Logan, moving to his bag with practiced nonchalance, though his shoulders were visibly tense. “It should be fixed tomorrow. This is just a one-night thing.”

Virgil crossed his arms, his sharp gaze locked onto Roman. “Then prove it.”

Roman scoffed, gripping a t-shirt from his bag, his knuckles white as he held it tightly to keep his hands from trembling. “Do you really want me to prove this in a towel?”

“What do you expect me to do, Roman?” Virgil’s voice rose, frustration breaking through the careful edge of his words. “You’re starving yourself, running on fumes, and now you’re showering here because your water’s mysteriously ‘out.’ What are you going to have me do next? Sit back and watch you freeze yourself to—” He stopped abruptly, cutting himself off as his breath caught. His eyes darted toward Patton, whose usually cheerful face was drawn with worry. Virgil turned away, squeezing his eyes shut as his voice dropped to a shaky whisper. “I’m not… I’m not losing another friend that way.”

Roman froze, his deflection crumbling under the weight of Virgil’s words. Fully dressed now, he stepped closer, placing a hesitant hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “Virgil, it’s going to be okay. I promise I’m handling—”

“You’re not handling this!” Virgil snapped, spinning around to face him. “If you were, things wouldn’t be getting worse for you. I get it, okay? Asking for help is hard. Admitting you need it is even harder. But we’re here, Roman. We care about you. I care about you.” His voice cracked, his desperation bleeding through. “I want you to be okay.”

Roman flinched at the sharpness of Virgil’s words, his hand slipping off his shoulder. For a fleeting moment, the confident mask Roman always wore cracked, revealing the exhaustion and fear underneath. His gaze dropped to the floor, his voice barely audible. “You…” He took a seat on one of the benches, his fists clenching as he took a shaky breath. “I’m not.” He finally admitted.

Virgil stepped closer, crouching down in front of him to meet his eyes. “You’re not what?” he asked gently, his voice no longer sharp but full of quiet concern.

“Handling it,” Roman whispered. “I thought I could, but I just… can’t anymore. I don’t know how to support myself. It’s only been a week, and I’m already falling apart.” He let out a hollow laugh, his shoulders shaking.

“Roman…”

Roman pulled his legs onto the bench, hugging them tightly as he rested his chin on his knees. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You are doing what you need to right now.” Logan stepped forward, fixing his glasses. “Through admitting you need help you are committing an action to help yourself. Supporting oneself when unprepared to do so is not something one can simply do. In fact supporting oneself in today’s economy is not an easy task and you are attempting to do so while also balancing school and a musical production on top of that. Now we are able to assist you in finding a solution. For now I recommend staying with one of us until a more permanent solution can be arranged for.”

“Thanks, but I don’t know if I—” Roman started.

“Stay with me.” Virgil interjected, taking Roman’s hand and pulling him to his feet, his lips twitching at the side. “I could use a little more company even if that company can be obnoxiously loud at times.”

Roman scoffed, grabbing his bag. “You don’t know what you’re signing yourself up for.” His grin faltered as he met Virgil’s gaze. “But… are you sure it’s alright? Are your parents going to be okay with it? I mean, this isn’t just some, boom, I’m suddenly your housemate. There’s the expenses that come with having another person in the house.”

“My parents can handle supporting another person, Roman. They have the money to, you don’t have to worry.”

“But-”

“You’re coming home with me.”

Roman blinked, his grip tightening on his bag as he searched Virgil’s face. “Virgil, I can’t just—”

“You’re coming home with me,” Virgil repeated, his tone resolute. “End of discussion. You need a place to stay, and I have one.”

Roman’s eyes filled with tears. He let his bag drop to the floor as he tugged Virgil into a hug. “Thank you, Virgil. Thank you so much. You don’t know—” He released a shaky exhale. “You don’t know how much this…”

Virgil froze for a moment, startled by the sudden embrace, before wrapping his arms around Roman. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and steady. “You don’t have to say anything. I get it.” He pulled Roman closer as a tremor went through the other’s body, resting his head against his. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, steady despite the quaver in his own voice.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, Roman’s tears soaking into Virgil’s jacket. Eventually, Logan cleared his throat, his voice calm but firm as he informed them of the time.

The drive home passed in a comforting silence. Logan took the wheel, his composed focus steadying the group, while Virgil and Roman sat quietly in the back seat, their hands loosely entwined. Patton sat in the front, his gaze flickering to the rearview mirror. He watched the pair, helpless to assist, wanting to offer comfort but unsure how to reach them in this fragile moment.

When they arrived, Virgil gently guided Roman to one of the spare rooms, lingering long enough to ensure he was settled before heading back out to drive Logan home.

None of them were sure what things would be like between them the next day. But for tonight, Roman knew he was safe. He didn’t have to face his room—the stark reminder of everything he was, everything he wasn’t, and everything he no longer had. A reminder of a life he was never going to be able to return to.

Chapter 17

[impprtante]

Eira's Children (the squad :0)

Okay, new day new me, I'm actually in my right mind and not impulsively writing things down after being awake for more than 24 hours lmao. So here's what's up.

So, right now the first gen children have moved out of Eira's house into their own households. They've kinda solidified baseline personalities and interactions (and family dynamics from parenthood) so i let them loose in the world. (To live as if they're Stanley Humphry.) Eira isn't the richest mom tho, so I staggered it out so I could give them like, 5k-10k to start off. So they all started by living in tiny barely furnished shacks. I normally get money in the sims by grinding, and in the actual legacy challenge they're super rich, but I wanted to try building up their wealth through odd jobs and work. Get them different incomes and all that. I also want to build them unique housing / decorate their areas according to them so that's also on the books. (because i didn't bother with them before :p)

And to give me a more thought out clothing design. To get into the mindset of teens i had all the kiddos wearing school uniforms (from snowy escape lol) and since I haven't really been them too much, i haven't gotten around to doing all their fashion since. BUT THE POINT IS technically i haven't played as most of these. Just a little bit, I've mostly committed to Lamia (by accident;;)

Okayyyyyy, so this is how it's going:

GUYS I LITERALLY CANNOT CHANGE HIS HAIRSTYLE. I was like, this is a very distinct sims hairstyle. BUT I CYCLED THROUGH EVERYTHING AND I CAN'T, IT FRAMES HIS FACE BETTER AND SEEING HIS HAIRLINE NOW SCARES ME.

What started has his emo, dye-ing my hair now mom, has gone too fair ;; __ ;;

But yeah, Phoenix is the same physically. I've just dressed him up as a more of a starving artist since he's out here painting in a tiny shack. I'm pretty sure that's going to change soon tho, since painting does actually give good money (probably unrealistic but :p). He's gotten the gloomy, dog lover, and family oriented. In the last save he had his house "open to dogs", so thats a nod to that. family oriented is kinda more because of his older sibling status, and he has a good relationship with his whole most of his family (and he loves them all very much, even the brats). Im still figuring out where he lands on the love things, because i've had him be a player in some saves but also he's more a reserved person so i can't image him being that out there in this version. I'm figuring it out <3

He's living in a tiny home (because i say so) and has a nice backyard pool area. He's under the recycle challenge, mostly as a nod to his upbringing out in the middle of nowhere, conservation is important.

Lamia is the most overall different from them all. I didn't really have anything going on with her character at all, besides what i later realized was a comedy aspiration, not a party one (oops). Her character is really shaped by the manners her mom instilled into her now, so she's in more conservative dressings because of that. I kept her hat as a nod to her previous version.

The vision is that she goes through her era of struggling artist (playing gigs and teaching lessons) and works as a normal salary worker (manners: she's trying to live up to the "has a normal job and will do fine for herself mom i promise i can pay bills"). Her piano-ing is more of a side gig but she really loves it so she doesn't want to stop doing it. Most of her parties at this point is so that she can break up the monotony of life. She ends up catches eyes of someone famous and is catapulted into doing more high end jobs. It makes her parties have a more exclusive guest list (not super famous but still really well known) and her high pay grade allows her to quit her job. She's pretty famous now (by the general public as a socialite, by more music-centric crowd as a pianist) and lives pretty comfortably.

Basilisk is the point where i start saying i got nothing. He's got the slob and kinda jock personality, but truly im looking for something else to flesh him out with. But he's the buff one of the bunch. Traits of slob, bro, and foodie, i haven't gotten around to updating his wardrobe. He's closest with Lamia, though the eldest three make a bit of a trio since they grew up the closest in age. He was team captain of the sims football team tho since the sports in the sims is so limited im debating changing the sports (but football would be fitting because he's a tank). He has piss-poor manners, but he's really in touch with emotions, having strong empathy for people. He's also the reason most of his siblings are fitness freaks; he convinced his mom to makeshift a basketball hoop that they used a lot in childhood. The biggest offenders were Sphinx, Phoenix, and Lamia. He challenged Phoenix in football and Lamia in basketball, but Sphinx just liked sneaking into his fitness gear the scrawny bastard.

Griffin and Sphinx still out here twinning hard. Eira must've had a blonde gene from her parents because three blond children can't be a coincidence wow. Freckles were also unexpected. I don't have anything to say about clothing preferences here either. Griffin was on the chess team? and Sphinx as a lazy person was not in any afterschool things, preferring to tinker. Both of them work on the handiness side of things, but i like to think Griffin is into woodworking and Sphinx is into metalworking (his type of jewelry he makes for his family is lacking in the gem department). I have Griffin working as a civil planner ingame, and Sphinx is unemployed selling jewelry at home (its.... its going. I only played like 3 days though to start off).

Griffin is more applied in general (was valedictorian), being clumsy, overachiever, and a bro. Sphinx is lazy, perfectionist, dance machine. Sphinx was one more for sneaking out (mostly out into the forest), once and a while teaming up with Lamia to go to some party (school mate get together) after curfew. They're both little shits, still living up to the mischievousness, but Griffin hated Lamia with a burning passion, and Sphinx really got annoyed with Phoenix's dramatics (neither dared anger basilisk too hard). And, yes, they teased their little sisters as well but they didn't despise them as much as their elder siblings got on their nerves for daring trying to have superiority over them. Eira had a time with them. Got stuck doing many chores as punishment. Griffin is pretty insensitive, but he's gotten really good at *dealing* with his own emotions. He's chill like that. Sphinx meanwhile gets into way more trouble being irresponsible, but he's great at resolving his conflicts.

Nephele has changed as much as phoenix. Aka, she's just had a skin changed, mostly because i didn't want to mess with her too much considering her genes are he one's carried onto the next gen. Gen 03's heir does happen to take over her father more though, but she has her mom's blond hair, so we kept that. She looks like she has such a baby face, but you can see she has Eira's eyes (WHICH IS A TREND, THEY ALL HAVE HER EYES).

I've been trying to make her seem more polished, mostly because I had her be a secret agent in the past (i don't even know how to integrate that into anything ;; __ ;;), and i haven't changed her wardrobe yet either. She also is well mannered so that's a part of it. Personality wise, she's neat, foodie, and socially awkward. She's used to picking up after her family as mostly trying to help out her mom with the hecticness of an 8 person household, and when she was old enough she did the cooking as well. But, her mom being an excellent cook, made her standards for food really high (it's why basilisk is a foodie too). Retreating into working like this was also kinda coping for being terrible conversationalist. (With the neat trait she autonomously cleans things too which is really funny. It's like she can't help but clean even things that other people think are already clean.) She tag-teamed with Griffin on fixing anything throughout the house though. She has a strong personality however, being the type of person who has people she likes, people she doesn't, and they don't change. She doesn't like to apologize (it's like pulling teeth) and likes to be seen as correct.

Arachne I've played a little more of too. Mostly because she was left alone in the household with Eira once all her siblings moved out. But she became an accomplished writer at a young age (so, a really well receiving book that will forever be remembered and a lot of other pretty big hits). I had her go through a redemption, mellowing in her original version, but I really liked the punk thing she had going on before that i decided to keep the kind of rebellious aesthetic.

She was supposed to be a spoiled brat but in a big household its too much to be doing that kind of thing me thinks. She gets more irrationally angry, but she's a perfectionist in her craft, and grows up to be a wee self absorbed. She grows up to fame because of her books (it was pretty out of nowhere fame) so i gave her slightly more daring clothes than her siblings. She's super argumentative though, she feels all her emotions super strongly. She has the healthy outlet of writing however so she is able to regulate, even if it takes a bit.

oke im falling asleep again so i will randomly blog whenever i feel like it again peace

[justmeinatree]

whump that leans into the torture can be really good if it's written well and you're in the headspace to handle it lol. i occasionally venture into reading those types of stories for certain fandoms because it definitely can be fun to see characters, especially ones that are always seen as strong in canon, get completely broken down. and then them being comforted by their loved one after it's all over 🥺 now i'm just making myself want to write some brutal whump just so i can write cute, fluffy, comfort scenes 😂

i had to take a break from writing for tonight because i'm having a little bit of writer's block. the beginning and the end of the chapter came to me no problem...but i cannot write a middle section to connect them for the life of me 😂 i think this is my sign to go do some actual work and not sit here writing a fic all night

i do some crafting type things in my free time and stopping constantly to set up and record shots sounds awful 😬 but it's worth it because social media marketing definitely is the way to go lol. hopefully you catch up on work soon!! but i also selfishly hope you get some more writing done because i want more to read 😂

-🤘

i love a good comfort fic !! might message you for a few recs, you’ve honestly really piqued my interest 😅 i wanna read some good ones out of pure curiosity ! and who knows, i may stumble upon a new fav 🤷‍♀️

definitely take a break ! i find when i force myself to write it never turns out the way i want and i end up deleting the whole thing 😅 so much better to write what you already know you want and wait it out until the next burst of inspiration ! sometimes i write whole fics by just writing random paragraphs in different chapters until the whole thing starts making sense 😂 hopefully your school work went well and you didn’t have writers block for that !

ahahaha well as long as kiddo is healthy enough for daycare tomorrow, i will definitely be holing myself up in my garage, working like crazy to catch up 😬 but i have been writing so so much, more things are coming soooooonn 🫶

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

#Who would I have become if I discovered the fandom back in 2012?!?!#I was going to use my actual age in the tags for added comedic effect#but I legitimately don’t remember how old I am#I had to ask excel#and was shocked at the result#lol#ask#KDNFB#thank you for the ask

omfg @mollywog you had to ask excel bwahahaha

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#also in my early 40s 😖#and my daughter read thg last year#but i don't like to talk about it bc she doesn't love peeta#i've failed as a mother lmao#she'll come around right?

@distractionsfromthefood I feel you on this one. It's such a nail biting experience introducing the kiddos to the series we love so much.

My youngest came home from school last year with a permission slip from his 6th grade English teacher. They planned on reading The Hunger Games and my son was all "you're gonna let me do this, right Mom? because you've read these books. I know you have, Mom. They're some of your favorites sooooo....?"

So of course, I signed it and sent it back the next day. But then, apparently there was OUTRAGE amongst some of the other parents. They didn't just mark "no" and send it back, they wrote angry notes to the teacher about it. So she had them read Percy Jackson instead, The Lightning Thief. Which okay, whatever, I love those books too so my son and I read the first series together and talked about them because he loved the first book.

Neither of my kids are big readers, at least not of text novels, so I didn't push him to read thg when summer rolled around, even though he said he wanted to eventually read the series. He's more into graphic novels anyways. Then, my oldest opted out of a field trip and came home from 8th grade that day all "Hey Mom, so we watched The Hunger Games movie and Catching Fire, but we didn't get to finish it...what happens?" And I was like ooooooh no, buddy. I don't hand out spoilers. You wanna know, we gotta watch. And of course, youngest was incensed. "I WANNA WATCH TOO!"

So we sat down over the course of like two weeks, started from the beginning for the youngest, and made it through all four movies. I was nervous about a few things because I've never loved the movies the way I loved the books, even if I was absolutely parking my butt (alone) in the theaters opening week for all but the first movie and was definitely embroiled in the fangirling here on tumblr back in 2012-15 whatever it was. I figured my oldest might (gasp!) be a Gale fan, but he surprised me on that one. I did warn them both that given the plot, characters that they got attached to would die, but I didn't really want to warn them specifically which characters.

There was definitely a feeling of relief when we got halfway through the first one and my youngest was basically climbing on me going "Peeta doesn't die, does he?!?!?!" He knew Katniss doesn't because she's on the cover of all my dvd's lol, and he was still a little shaken by Rue's death. Well, this is my kid who will break down sobbing inconsolably when a dog dies. Literally cannot tell you how many movies we've been in the middle of watching and I'm frantically checking doesthedogdie.com so I can warn him. We are the criers at movies in this family. Oddly, he watches seriously bloody horror flicks with his dad without batting an eye, but animals or characters they specifically get you emotionally attached to? nope. can't handle it. So given that he was specifically asking me about Peeta, I caved. "No, honey. He and Katniss both survive." He didn't believe me so I told him I'd spoil just this one character for him and gave away the epilogue. "They get married and have two kids."

That seemed to settle him for a long time, and while it was rough going (he was seriously pissed at me over the hijacking, but he was more so angry at Snow for that) he made it through...

And then Finnick. Lord, that was not what I was expecting him to lose it over. But he literally stood up on the couch and screamed at Katniss over it. Threw a pillow. "WHAT?!?!?! NO!! HE COULD'VE MADE IT!!! GET BACK IN THERE, KATNISS!!! MOM!!! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME FINNICK WAS GONNA DIE!!! THESE MOVIES ARE HORRIBLE!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?!?!?! MOM WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU LIKE THIS?!?!?!"

Yeah. I felt like a shit bag. But also... alright, we're getting the message. Except he still hasn't read the books. Every time I mention it, he scowls at me. "I'm still traumatized from the movies, Mother."

Meanwhile, the oldest was like.... meh at the end. *facepalm*

You all are truly making me feel old here lmao.

Gah. The year I first read the books, which was also the year the first movie was released, this b***** turned 30. My babies were actually babies. Most of the people I followed on here were mid twenties to fifties, so I wasn’t even that old, in comparison. Now my kids are the target audience age and it’s like every new person I see on here, I wanna ask them if their mother knows they’re here. And also to stop reading my porn, but then I remember the kinds of things I was reading at 13-19 and I’m like okay fine read my porn but don’t blame me if you get traumatized. 🤣

And also to stop reading my porn

🤣

I remember finishing the Mockingjay audiobook hunched over in my cubical, driving home on autopilot, calling off work the next day (but feeling hungover about it for weeks), then spending the preceding years trying to avoid THG ennui:

This was not a universal experience?! Lol