#on a tmp high rn

[nikkiruncks]

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[itchyeye]

i'm not really someone who is good at judging or critiquing or analysing media as i'm listening to it (the extent of my judgement is basically just "am i having fun") but man tmagp statements have been so. underwhelming. the fandom's been going wild over the guy in the latest statement and i truly do not understand it.

and yeah, i don't think whoever writes the episodes rlly understands why ppl loved tma characters. they were 3 dimensional, real people! it feels like the tmagp characters are just analogues for tma characters. sam is martin (nervous, pushover), alice is tim and sasha smushed into one (clearly intended as The Funny One), gwen is jon (sorry gwen. i do kind of like her) and lena is elias. the only somewhat original character is colin and he has literally no other traits than being the it guy and getting mad at the computers. it's just such a. nothing podcast right now. the statements are nothing and the characters are nothing

yup :/ their relationships with one another also have no room to like... develop? be revealed? because the exposition is just... hacky!! it's bad!!

alice on the phone with her brother saying "what are sisters for :D" is fucking lame. it's a joss whedonism. there is no reason she couldn't have had a normal conversation, hung up, and then have sam say something like:

SAM: was that josh?

ALICE: nah, other brother. ben.

because normal human people don't point out their relationship to one another in casual conversation. i was just on the phone with my brother yesterday. at no point did we re-assert to one another that we are siblings. because we fucking know who we are.

and alice and sam are exes, which was revealed to us with the revolutionarily natural-sounding line "will it be awkward... working with an ex?"

the fact that jon, sasha, martin, and tim were all NEW coworkers in a NEW environment was a very strong narrative decision. because we the audience are there from the very ebginning of their relationship (OR the beginning of this new STAGE of the relationship since tim, sasha and jon did know one another from research and martin was a web avatar plant what who said that)

so being plopped into the middle of existing super high tension/really antagonistic office politics just feels... flat. when compared to listening to a series over nearly 6 years and getting to know these characyers slowly as they get to know one another.

also lena is such an elias try-hard you can tell they're REALLY going for Cold Calculating Boss... all the characters just feel so rigidly scripted and stiff :/

also yeah the statements are all so SHORT and nothing really.... happens in them? another huge strength for tma was that all the statement givers are so REAL!!! they give excellent details, they have lives and relationships and personalities, the things that happen to them and the way this happening impacted their lives feels so CONCRETE!!!

rn tmp just feels like an empty shell of a show, like a preserved ostrich egg

[moesasaur]

Why I love the headcanon that Kevin’s Father is The Mission President

Mini essay on me thinking way too deeply into this than I should be:

Firstly, I need to make it clear that traditionally, Price’s Dad, Joseph Smith, Jesus and The Mission President are played by the same guy, with the Original Broadway Cast having Lewis Cleale in all these roles.

I feel like it makes sense. Kevin’s Father being The Mission President would explain Kevin’s dedication to the church, since he grew up with TMP as his father. He would’ve been close to TMP and likely had more insight to the church than the other elders at the missionary training centre did. Kevin is dedicated to the church because he is dedicated to making his father proud. The whole mormon thing comes easier to him due to him being raised in a hyper religious setting, more so than the other elders did. It also proves an explanation for why the other elders look up to him so much and see him as the “kindest most deserving elder”. Maybe they want to get closer to him because they know about his connections with TMP, or maybe they just know how their parents always talk about Kevin Price being the perfect son, knowing he is the son of TMP. It would also explain Arnold’s Father saying that Kevin is a son any father would be proud to have. He has expectations put on him by his peers and other adults due to him being the son of TMP, and even with little insight into what Kevin is really like, other adults already put him on such a high pedestal due to his father.

It also brings a whole new outlook on Jesus and Joseph Smith. It is shown that Jesus and Joseph Smith in the musical are just how Kevin perceives them to be, especially in SMHD where Jesus is clearly Kevin’s own interpretation, and in AAP where Kevin is the one telling the story of Joseph Smith. Both of those characters looking suspiciously like his dad would make lots of sense. He looks up to his dad, and he sees his dad like some sort of prophet, especially due to his role in the church. It’s also funny to think that SMHD is about Kevin’s worst fears and guilts, and that being scolded by Jesus looking suspiciously like his father is one of his worst fears.

His fathers connections to the church would also benefit him on his mission. Maybe it’s possible that instead of heavenly father having a hand in everything, it is in fact Kevin’s dad. It’s reasonable to think that since Kevin’s Dad is the Mission President, it is possible he chose specifically to send Kevin to Uganda. Maybe he wants Kevin as far away as possible, or maybe he just trusts his son with this mission more than anyone else. This would make most sense towards the end of Act 1, when Kevin is reminded of the Mission President and makes the decision to go and talk to him about getting a transfer. He is scared, he just saw a man get shot, and he wants to go and beg his dad to let him go home. Why else would he go straight to TMP without even considering it? Would he not know how hard it is to get a transfer, and would he not be embarrassed that him, the perfect mormon boy, is begging for a transfer? It’s his father, so he feels somewhat more comfortable going to him and begging for a way out.

Anyway I think that’s it. This is much less of a theory and more of a “wow! this headcanon makes so much sense” I’ve never seen this hc in any fics, or even mentioned within the fandom, and I only started to think about it once I was listing out different casts to attach to recordings. I hope this makes at least a little bit of sense

Sorry it’s not a drawing post by the way, I am just in such a writing mood rn

also as long as you don’t know me IRL feel free to dm me for my ao3 account‼️‼️

[eve-e-jane]

Hi :>

I'm a little demonic gremlin that crawled out of my little hidey-hole for a moment.

Random question: what are your favorite fandoms? And also— how are you? I hope you're doing good 💚

Back to my little cave now :D

Omg hi!!! Thank you for asking!! I’m doing pretty great- I hope you’re well too!

Favorite fandoms is SOOOOOO hard to narrow down because A) I love so many, and B) I often times forget lots of them, even if I love them a whole bunch (cause you know- hyper fixation).

But ask and ye shall receive: here I go trying to name everything I like:

-Right now I have just started OUAT which has been really fun to watch with some friends. So- that.

-I love Dimension 20, but I only really know Fantasy High and Unsleeping City (cause those are all that are free and available on YouTube).

-The Magnus Archives (and Stellar Firma for that matter) are some of the only podcasts I’ve listened too and I’m thoroughly hooked! I just started my second listen thru of Season 2 of MAG and I am SO excited for TMP!!

-I am a big book person: my fav rn is Dracula but I constantly switch it up. I also love Frankenstein, Sherlock Holmes (need to re-read this one), A Tale of Two Cities, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Little Women, Macbeth, Hamlet, Jane Eyre, and a few other classics. I also love a bit of YA: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Lunar Chronicles, ASOUE (if that is considered YA?), and recently I read Sorcery of Thorns!

-Another hobby of mine is watching crime shows!! I’m all caught up on NCIS, Blue Bloods (SO sad this is ending), Chuck, Monk, Psych, and a few others here and there. I also love Superman and Lois on CW (SO sad this is ending too.) I have a few other shows that I’m not CRAZY well versed in but I love the characters and talking about them! That’ll be Merlin, Supergirl, The Flash- I didn’t finish the last two in that list and Merlin,,,, ah Merlin.

-Video game wise I am so behind in things but I do love them! I love the new Spiderman games though I haven’t played the second one so no spoilers!!! I am almost finished with Hogwarts Legacy and I love it so far!! I also love Jedi: Fallen Order and I have finished it but I have yet to play the second one so no spoilers there either!!!

-I’m also big on musicals! Not all of them, of course, but ask and I’ll let you know!

Well, that was FAR more info than I’m sure you wanted to know but you DID ask. I sincerely hope you’re well, and I hope we can be super cool internet buddies!

[1zashreena1]

I Am Having a Sad -9

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess has a bad and lonely self-esteem day. Diego goes too far too fast from 2500 miles away and she calls her safeword for the first time in her life. 

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

FEELS. the L word, SAFEWORD, depression/anxiety, self-esteem issues, sensory processing issues, sel-expression difficulties, plus size woman+fit man, soft!Diego,  overwhelmed Princess, is a relationship happening?? apparently. Leftover high school Spanish.

A/N:  Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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I am having a sad. This is normal and okay. I just have to wait it out. I do not need to text him. This pep talk would be more effective if you would stop staring longingly at the last selfie he sent you.

It isn't working. All you want right now is to be smothered in Diego but he is in a different time zone. And you don't want to be clingy. And demanding. And needy.

Surely making yesterday's selfie your new lock screen will help, right? 

With a big sigh you flop backwards into your bed. You eye your phone like it's a live grenade. It hasn't even been eight hours since the last text and. And you have this… pain? In your chest? What if I'm annoying him?

He has to be super busy, I should just wait. What time even is it in LA right now?

You snatch up the phone and check. 7:46 pm PDT. You wonder what he ate today. Did he have dinner yet? What shirt is he wearing? Does he have a headache? He always says he has a headache when he gets back to New York. And then you rub his head, stroke through his soft hair, stretch out his solid neck, break up all the adhesions in those broad shoulders.

Bitch, this is not helping. What do you hate about him?

Oh yeah, that list is blank.

You open up the text conversation and stare at the blinking cursor. Just one text can't hurt, right?

You look at the selfie again. He's in bed, deep plum sheet tucked up under his chin, all sleepy chocolate eyes and a soft little smile. His face is relaxed, leaning against his left hand. His beard is ruffled on one side, flattened on the other from where he must have slept on it. You can feel tears welling up again. 

How the fuck is he so gorgeous? Why is someone who looks like that sending me selfies? I have no right to this. I don't deserve this. 

You reach out and trace one finger down his cheek. His right dimple is visible under the stubble. Minimizing the picture, you go back to the cursor. The screen is blurry until you blink and one tear slips out. 

You type out one hasty 'hey' and hit send before you can quadruple guess yourself. This is stupid. He's too busy for your little drama queen hissy fit meltdown.

Sorry, should've asked if you're busy first 

Send.

Enough time passes that you flip the phone screen-down and plop it on your heaving chest. You bring both hands to your face and press into your closed eyelids. Just as you reach back down with a huge sigh the phone vibrates.

Princessssss. You know I'm never busy to you

You choke out a sob-laugh and try to breathe normally. Okay, now a decision. Idle chatter or metric fuckton of feels? While you waffle about it, Diego initiates a videocall. Oh, hell no. You jab 'Decline' so hard it bends your nail back.

What is wrong? Why can't I see you?

I just look like shit rn. Please don't 

That has never been true. Mi princesa bonita

Always quick with the compliments. You sniffle.

I just. I guess I just miss you. Tonight

Perfect, you hit send before could have deleted it. Great job. Wonderful. Brilliant. 

Is everything ok? This does not sound like sexytimes

Oh, Diego. 

Yeah, I'm fine. Mostly. I mean nothing is wrong, its just me

Just me having feels

… should you have sent that? Probably not. Do you regret it? Yes, instantly. In fact, if preemptive regret were possible you would already have drowned in it.

The phone is quiet for a minute. Good job dumbass, now he IS annoyed.

What kind? Sad feels? Headache feels? Work is stupid and frustrating feels? Huffy feels that require cheese? You have many feels. At all times. It sounds exhausting 

Yep. I'm annoying and clingy. You chastise yourself rather effectively.

You're right. Sorry. I got this

Does that sound bitchy? Is it bitchy? Oh my god, I need an off button.

Nonono. I asked. You have to answer. Its a rule

Your laugh is sharp. 

Since when do you care about rules lol

When they're your rules. We agreed to answer direct questions honestly, yes?

Well fuck. He got you there. You had agreed to that. When you two sat down in your living room after the Emotional Spanking*™ and had a 'groundframe setup' discussion. Sometimes you were fairly certain he mangled phrases just to watch your eye twitch violently. Little shit. 

OK fine. I'm feeling shitty about myself.  Happy??

Now that is bitchy. 

FORBIDDEN

And no, that does not please Diego

And is that why I exist? To please you??? 

Before you can stop it, your temper flares.

No Princess. The other way. Let me please you

Oh no. Oh shit. What. Is. Happening?? You are royally fucked now. This entire conversation has gone so completely off the rails that you can't even define a 'train'. Those little bouncing dots have not stopped yet.

Should I tell you how I miss you? How these stupid meetings and these stupid people and my stupid sister bore me when I would rather be listening to you read a dictionary? Or sing every word to every song ever played on the radio? Or explain the differences between cat breeds?

Or maybe I could say how ridiculously empty this bed is with only me in it. How there are no tiny socks hidden under the comforter. Not a single lip balm in sight.

Perhaps you need a list of everything I would touch. The soft lips. A little bitty hand. That tiny ribcage. Those thick thighs. With my beard, ofc. Your forehead with mine?

Oh. Ohh. Oh no. This is not fair. This is an attack. How did he just break me like this? Your face is flushed and you are crying outright now. You have to stop this right now.

Stop.stop please. Diego no

Diego yessss 

You can't take anymore. This isn't funny. You can't even form words. When autocorrect suggests the picture of a pineapple you stab it and then hit send in rapid succession.

Pinnaea🍍🍍

………………………...

Your phone emits one aborted ring then it cuts off.

Can I call? Please

You're trying to figure out a way to calm yourself, to stifle the heaving gasps and whiny sobs. You're nodding. Not useful, idiot, you scold yourself.

No video. Just talk. Please Princess

You can't say no to that when he is trying so hard. 

Ok yeah 

You barely see the message load on the screen when the ringing starts up again. Smacking the green button entirely too hard, you hold your breath to stop the pitiful sounds.

"Princess?" His voice is cautious, tone soft.

"I'm h-here." Is all you can manage. Any more and you'll burst into sobs again.

"Are you in bed?" Keeping it short and precise. Yes or no answers. Nothing too demanding. 

"Yeah. S-s-sitting." He is being so sweet. How is someone like Diego so sweet to you. Something rustles in the background. 

"What was it? A specific word? Or just too much?" His voice is hushed, like he might be in a small room…

"Are… are you in a c-c-closet?" Is he really…? You hold your breath.

"Si. Your closet is too small. I was going to send you a picture." He answers.

You absolutely cannot deal with this man. 

"Baby, I--" Your stupid soprano voice gives away how emotional you really are. He was going to send you a picture of a closet big enough for you to hide. Probably a panoramic shot so you could fully visualize it. Your chest compresses and you gasp.

"Princess? Talk. Make a noise. Something!" He sounds panicked. You suddenly remember he can't read your face this way. He can't see your pleased smile.

"That's. That's just. Diego, I love you so much." Its out before you can stop it. Even though you know he can't see it, you still hide your face.

"Love." He breathes softly into the phone. "Tell Diego what you need, my good little girl." His voice is quiet, controlled. He is letting you lead him where you want him. Everywhere. Forever.

You feel safe enough to actually confess, "I just have a, a really hard time believing… all of. That." You wave your hand in the air vaguely. "Not that you're lying!" You rush to clarify. "Just that anyone could actually like, well seems to, at least, everything…?"

"Did that make any sense?" You chew your lip anxiously.

His soft chuckle makes your stomach flip. "Well, it was technically English." Your snort sends him into quiet giggles.

"I like hearing you laugh." You whisper. He goes silent. You tense up.

"Perfect little princess. No one has ever told me that before. Most people are frightened of my laugh." He seems a little bewildered by his own words. Like he didn't mean for that to come out but now he definitely wants to hear the reaction.

You cover your smile, then pick up the phone so you can lie down. "Apparently I'm not most people." You feel around blindly until you locate TMP (Tiny Murder Panther) and tuck the stuffed animal under your chin for cuddles. "I like your voice, too. Like when you talk to me. Sometimes its just the words. Or rather my ingesting of them of that trips me up." Your quiet sniffle is hidden in silky black fur.

"The words are the problem? Do I need a, a…. The book with words that all mean the same thing." He bites out.

Sometimes you forget that English is his second language. Then things like this happen. And its fucking adorable.

"Thesaurus. Synonyms, baby." Your smile is audible.

"I know!" He huffs in mock indignation.

"I know you know. That's cute, though."

"So are your little 'aqui's and 'si's and 'ahora's."

"Fine! Gawd!" 

You both dissolve into laughter. It fades into easy silence while you rub your cheek over faux fur. 

He sighs gently into the phone. "Was it the forehead touching?" His voice trembles a bit, like he is unsure that he should have asked. As though afraid. A little overwhelmed, just like you.

"Um. Yes. Actually. That was. Yeah, that did it." You blink back tears. "We have a thing. We're a 'we'."

"That is what you want, yes?" Diego sounds cautious. As if he might accidentally utter an irreversible spell or something. Then, a quiet whisper, "It's what I want."

You suck in a deep breath and decide to just force it out. Just take what you desire. Jump already.

"I want you. I don't think a typical, um, relationship would work. But, people can define themselves. Relationships should operate the same way."

That… that actually sounded decisive and authoritative. Wow. You're really that bitch tonight, huh? You are very pleased with yourself. You can hear something sliding against the phone but can't identify the sound.

"There she is." The wide smile in his voice stabs directly into your heart. It was his beard rubbing the phone when he smiled. You laugh with his approval, pleasure burning through your veins.

"Maybe I can write some stuff down. For discussion purposes. Maybe you can write some stuff down for me. Reading it makes it seem more real to me."

"If that is your royal decree, Princess." He shuffles around, you can hear clothing rustling.

"Do you really like finding my orphan socks?" Your voice is sly, like a kid springing a trap question. He likes that smirky tone and you know it.

"They are cute. Just like the tiny feet. You are so very little, Princess." Oh, but he knows exactly how to flip the trap back onto you. The sound of muffled tapping comes through the line. "Tiny feet. Added to the list." His voice echoes the smallest bit, he must have you on speaker so he can access the note app. "Next item: fat ass."

You explode into guffaws. "Damnit Diego!" Your wheezing almost drowns out his husky laughter. 

"Wait! I almost forgot! Fan-tasss-tic. Rrrrack." He sounds out the words as he types them. You lose vocal control again, giggling like a child. Logically you know these juvenile jokes shouldn't be this amusing, but clearly you both have the same maturity level.

"Baby, you are my favorite pervert." Your declaration is met with haughtiness. 

"I had better be your only pervert, Princess." The possessive tone straightens your spine with shock. "You are mine!" He growls fiercely. 

Everything is quiet for a very long minute. You seem to have consumed every butterfly, hot sauce, and poprocks-and-cola mixture on the planet when you weren't paying attention. 

You think about all the gifts. Designer purses, specially tailored clothing, the six pairs of redbottoms you now own, how the last ring he gave you still twinkles up at you from your right hand (he took great pleasure in ensuring it fit your middle finger so you can still be pretty while you flip him off).

You remember all the places he has taken you. The Michelin starred restaurants, that hole-in-the-wall Mexican place where they know him by first name is your favorite, the stupid stores he wanders through with you, the cheesy tourist traps where he always gets you a hideously clichéd souvenir. 

Your memory flashes through a slide show of his laughter. Gleeful giggles at your horrified reaction to the neon orange lipstick he presented in Sephora. His wheezing delight when you gagged on the seaweed appetizer he shoveled into your mouth before you could object. The gentle, knowing chuckle when you pulled TMP out of your bag to take a nap two weekends ago.

You realize he is entirely correct.

"Yes I am, Diego." Is your quiet confirmation. 

"Bicki. I." He seems startled. You stay silent and let him gather his thoughts. The swallow is audible before he continues hesitantly, "I will see you this weekend, mi amor?"

All the ways this man says 'I love you' are so many more than just the actual words. Your pleased smile stretches your cheeks so far it hurts.

"Yes please!" Your shameless request ends in a yawn. "Sorry." 

"You need to sleep for work, Princess. I have one last meeting here then I will be there tomorrow." 

You wish he was here now but keep that to yourself. 

"OK, let me know when you're here." 

I am so not wearing panties under that new maxidress for the flight up and demanding that he pick me up personally. Yes. A perfect plan. You amuse even yourself with your scheming.

"Be careful tonight, Diego. I want you to come home to me." The thought of anything happening to him crushes your throat.

"I, I want that, too. Love you." All comes tumbling out of him in a rushed confession of quiet hopefulness. It makes you so happy that tears well up again. Fucking stop this, woman.

"Love you. Bye, baby." You whisper warmly, hoping he can feel even an ounce of how deliriously happy he makes you.

"Goodnight, Princess." The reply is sighed, full of self-conscious relief and pleasure. His rough voice is so calm and soothing that you nod off before the line disconnects, face tucked into his miniature proxy.

…………………………...

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[tyler8410]

Tools and Weaponry

Location : Sotoba and Hinamizawa

Axe

Hatchet

Bowie Knife

Machete

Raptor Machete

Bear Trap

Dynamite

Stielhandgranate

Grenade

Incendiary Grenade ( Flame Grenade )

Flash Grenade

Chainsaw

Bow and Arrows

Crossbow

Agony Crossbow

Harpoon Gun

Flare Gun

9mm

Beretta Pistol

High power Pistol

Mauser Pistol

Colt Model 1902 Military

Desert Eagle

Semi - automatic Pistol

Cattleman Revolver

Colt Walker

Samuel Colt

Colt Paterson

Volcanic Pistol

Revolver

Double Action Revolver

Schofield Revolver

LeMat Revolver

44. Magnum

Magnum ( Resident Evil 0 )

Broken Butterfly Magnum

Automatic Pistol with Extended Magazine

Cole 1911 Special Automatic Pistol

Repeater Carbine

Evans Repeater

Springfield Rifle

Buffalo Rifle

Winchester Rifles

Henry Rifle

Bolt Action Rifle

Bolt Action Hunting Rifle

M1 Garand Rifle

M1 Carbine

Sniper Rifle

Dragunov sniper rifle

Remington Rolling Block rifle 

Carcano Rifle

McManus ( Saints Row 1 )

Double Barrel Elephant Rifle

Musket

Swat off Shotgun

Pump Swat off Shotgun

Double Barrel Shogun

Triple Barrel Shogun

Double Barrel Elephant Gun

Semi auto Shotgun

Pump Action Shotgun

1897 Trench Shotgun

CZ Drake Shotgun

Tactical Assault Shotgun

12 Gauge 14" Barrel

Stubby Shotgun

Gatling Gun 1861

Maxim Gun ( PM M190 )

Type 100 submachine gun

Steyr TMP

Assault Rifle RN

AR15 556 Rifle

Mp5

Thompson Gun