#silly little pony hat boi

[autistic-crypt1d]

Season 1 Delicious in Dungeon Live Blogging:

Ok so I'm not really an anime person but I kept seeing stuff about it on my dash and I'm gonna give it a shot!

Updates:

- intro was baller ok ok

- interesting...

- ok this is kinda funny

- the fact that there's no mouth movement from this guy is freaking me out

- I like this dude

- ok, Senshi, Laios, Marcille, and Chilchuck got it

- Senshi is joining yay!!!

- alright episode 1 pretty good!

- Episode 2

- PFFFFFFT

- I love Senshi so much

- she's trying so hard to be helpful 😭

- girl, wtf

- ok Senshi you're being an ass rn

- poor Chilchuck

- nooooo Laios!

- awwww bonding!!!!!

- wait ok I like this show

- Episode 3

- I'm intriglued by the character in the intro with the short white hair, we never see their face but they're relatively prominent

- awwww they were babiessssss

- he reminds me of that guy from a kids show, what was it called....

- OH

- OOP

- I went googling and I have no idea what the show is called but it had a blonde biy and a brunette boy as the main characters and it was an animated kids show. He reminds me of the blonde boy

- woooooo!! Let's go Senshi and Laios!!

- ah crap

- pfffft Senshi just polishing a pot

- oh wow that's a cool armour set

- is it the fact he stole the sword that they're being aggressive?

- oh nvm, a cocoon

- so the creatures got be in the helmet right?

- damn I was wrong

- oh I was right sorta

- awe it's sad when it's all floppy and helpless like that

- "oh no, it drowned" PFFFFT

- "we leave his corpse if he dies ok?" "Ok" BRUH

- can we all agree Laios is autistic af (I love him)

- KEEPS ONE

- oh I just realized it's the sword from the intro!!

- Episode 4

- oh she changed her hair!

- awwww his little farming hat

- this show is so wholesome I love it

- awww Senshi 😭

- why doesn't he pickle the extra veggies?

- OOP

- "BREAD. BREAD. BREAD. BREAD. BREAD." HELP XD

- why is everyone so mean to Chilchuck 😭

- PFFFT Senshi catching the baby before it touches the hot pan XD

- FRIENDSHIPPPPPP

- Episode 5!

- oooo new people

- I'm suspicious of the pony tail man

- oh my god the dog guy looks like my dog 😭

- as man, they were so nice

- OH CRAP

- same girl, I would've done the same, bugs FREAK ME OUT

- "Yum" "NO!!!"

- "dear lord they're creamy. I'm never gonna wear necklaces again" PFFFFT

- I love him and his lil sword friend

- I'm so obsessed

- PFFFFFT SENSHI

- so what I'm getting from this is that you can be resurrected as long as your body is recovered?

- "gentle explosions" she's so violent I love it

- way to go Senshiiiii

- EXORCISM SORBET

- he's so autistic I love him

- EW PAINTING EYEBALLS

- hey wait, it's that red elf with white hair from the intro, they were in the last painting too!

- oh wow she's scary looking

- poor baby 😭

- you forgot your water Chilchuck

- I love Marcille and Chilchuck's dynamic so much

- oh shit they're alive!!!

- as man they probably think they stole their shit

- awww her with her hair pulled back is so cuuuuute

- oooooo 4th floor is so pretty!!!!

- good lord Senshi

- ok the kelpie is sick af but the shadow was HORRIFYING

- he tried to warn youuuuu

- poor Senshi :(

- ah man they died again!!!

- OH SHOOT SIREN

- PFFFT did he just irritate the siren away???

- Laios, you're ridiculous, I love it

- those people are so gonna try and fight them aren't they

- I love these characters so much

- AWHDGSHDJ SENSHI AND MARCILLE BONDINGGGGG

- OH GOD, NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

- RUN MF RUN

- I love the way Marcille talks so much

- "WHAT HAVE I DONE!" XD

- Laios did you just eat raw parasite

- YOU DID

- this conciquences my friend

- they're all so silly I love them

- awww that's his sister isn't it?

- omg Falin and Marcille lore

- Falin taught her to be adventurous 😭

- this is so cute help

- "mind your business" PFFFT

- oh my god he didn't know about them in school I'm gonna cry

- I knew I hated pony tail guy for a reason!! He ditched them!!!

- oh shit oh shit oh shit

- OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT

- LET'S GO TEAM COME ON YOU GOT THIS

- what was that????

- oop they got revived again

- now that I know axe lady is also part of the old party, I wonder what their meeting will be like, and why didn't they react to seeing her dead?

- WILD KRATTS THAT'S THE SHOW, he looks like Martin Kratt

- they're meeting oh boy

- wait, I thought the axe lady was in the other group, they have a different one?

- OH GOD SHE GOT SNIPED IN THE BRAIN

- what an ass!!!!

- oh funky dungeon lore

- Senshi without his helmet?!?!?!

- DANGER NOODLES, Laios you're adorable

- way to go axe lady!!!

- Namari! I couldn't remember she name

- yessss our girl is back in action

- LET'S GO NAMARI

- damn Chilchuck...

- ponytail man (Shuro as I now know), wanted to propose to Falin??? Were they dating?? How could he ditch them?????

- ok so Namari said it's not about money, she wants to join that other party, but saving Falin wasn't enough???

- good lord this show is so weird and I love it

- not them complimenting her into wearing it XD

- SENSHI IN THE SUIT

- ah lovely, fantasy racism

- did she just call Laios and Falin's hair brown???

- those 2 are blonde af

- awww Marcille 😭

- I'm nervous, they're at the stage of fighting the dragon, but we're only halfway through the season

- awww Laios

- Chilchuck don't call the precious boy cringe how dare you

- DRAGON

- AHHHHH

- EPISODE 11 HERE WE GO

- KENSUKE HOW COULD YOU

- NOT THE AXE

- SENSHI

- LET'S GO CHILCHUCK

- OH SHIT

- HOLY SHIT LAIOS

- did Falin just bonk the ghost out of Laios XD

- daaaaamn nice job Marcille!!!

- awww she looks so pretty with her hair done up like that!

- oh no

- GOOD GOD

- EPISODE 12

- holy crap Marcille

- Falin!!!

- y'all I'm gonna cry

- gay?????

- I really appreciate the fact that even though they're naked, it's not being sexualized like most animes I've seen. They're just existing.

- you tell him Marcille!!!

- good god Senshi

- sooooo Falin came back different

- omg Chilchuck in a turtle neck

- YES THE SIBLINGS ARE BOTH WEIRD

- I was scared Falin was gonna be a one dimensional character but she's awesome I'm happy

- pfffft Marcille's reaction

- MYSETRIOUS PAINTING ELF LADY

- Episode 13

- woah I do not like the big eye thing she just did

- ruhroh

- uhhhh what the hell

- bro something is in Falin

- ok whoops that's a guy, but THAT'S THE MAD MAGE???

- oh fug

- BEAT HIS ASS MARCILLE

- PFFFFT Senshi holding 2 mini dragons XD

- Marcille are you really trying to get advice on making dungeons right now

- OH HELL

- this got a lot less wholesome y'all

- I still love it though

- are the ghosts helping them now cuz of Falin?

- oh shit I thought I was wrong for a sec but they really are being chill

- OOP

- OH GOD

- oh the ghosts here are just always friendly

- awww little puppy yawn

- I can't tell if Chilchuck cares about them or not. He does right? I'm bad at reading stuff sometimes

- I'm going with yes he does

- yeah, yes he does

- Episode 14

- oooo new intro sequence

- it's weird that Falin isn't shown at all in the intro, and neither are all the others in the last one

- ah ok NOW they've been revived

- these guys really aren't great at staying alive

- man are they gonna die AGAIN?

- TACTICAL SMOOCH

- the lead guy from the corpse retrieval office sounds so familiar

- Kabru is a little creepy rn

- ok make that a lot creepy

- DUDE HE JUST PERMAKILLED THOSE GUYS

- permakills them but doesn't take their shit, weird set of morals you got there buddy

- dang, guess he figured out who it was and why

- I love that they added the detail of Rin twirling her hair when she's thinking and stuff

- Kabru is freaking me out y'all

- ok so he's pissed at them for being duped??

- these people are very devoted to this guy, "you're the only one who could possibly lead"???

- oooo pretty snake

- who's that???

- oh shit ponytail guy

- ew why are they doting on him like that

- I don't like this

- yeesh, our party is noooot doing well at the moment

- Episode 15

- THEIR EYES AHHHHH

- awww, he seemed to relate to the protector dryad :( he loves the party so much

- Marcille is coocoo bananas and I love it

- SENSHI NO

- awww poor awkward Laios

- omfg her single set of eyelashes XD

- Episode 16

- you leave Laios alone, he's trying his best ok

- bro what is Kabru's deal, he is freaking me out

- OH HELL

- I agree with Marcille's reaction of "woah hey"

- see, why did they have to just barely cover her chest with feathers, that's ridiculous

- listen here Shuro, Marcille did her best

- Laios has never taken anything more seriously than this how dare you insinuate otherwise just because you don't understand!!!!

- HE'S AUTISTIC YOU FUCK. NO ONE CAN KNOW HOW YOU'RE FEELING IF YOU DON'T TELL THEM.

- god I hate Shuro so much, I knew he was bad news from the first moment I saw him

- I swear to god if y'all don't stop hating on Marcille for doing her best here I'm gonna lose ittttt

- ugh maybe Laios finally beat some sense into that idiot

- alright the bell thing and offer to help them flee makes me like him a bit. He just needed a good knock in the head.

- Episode 18

- ooooooo snow

- PFFFT everyone using Laios as a wind shield

- UMMM WHO'S HOLDING ON TO MARCILLE RN

- HUH????

- bro HOW can he not tell the Senshis apart at the very least, his whole face is different!!!

- WRONG, Marcille will always complain

- BRUH

- I'm so frustrated right now

- oh hey he did it right!

- Laios is such a weirdo I love him so much

- thank you for saving the goof Marcille

- PFFFT Senshi picking up the rice trail XD

- GET YOUR MF CLAWS OF MARCILLE RN

- Episode 19

- I think it's cute Senshi has conceded to at least use magic circles instead of insisting on making a fire

- aww cat kid is adorable

- oh my god cat kid is joining!!!!

- Izutsumi, got it

- ooooo, Marcille lore??

- awww she has a Falin doll 😭

- oh shit the doll IS Falin

- oh Laios, this is not going well

- oh man she's scared of everyone dying around her because she lives so long isn't it

- yeah 😭

- LET'S GOOOOOO

- Episode 20

- Izutsumi is in the intro now!!!

- PFFFT of course Senshi accidentally made an ice golem

- Laios you sweetie pie 😭

- let's go cat girl!!!!

- see they fully covered Izutsumi's chest, why couldn't they do that for Falin

- it's still so weird to see Senshi without his helmet

- I appreciate they didn't sexualize them all being in the makeshift sauna together

- they're so cute in their winter outfits!!!

- wait, where'd Marcille's staff go?????

- ok Izutsumi you're being a lil mean rn

- you're lucky she came back for your ass!!

- god I adore Laios and his dumbassery

- would a Barometz technically be vegan since the "sheep" it grows isn't really an animal? I grew up vegan but even I don't know. I feel like yes?

- I do miss the original 4, but Izutsumi is fun

- Episode 21

- oh hey it's the elf with short white hair from the first intro

- bruh finally we get Laios acknowledging the "hallucinations"

- here we go!

- ew Soushi

- why is that unicorn's horn on its nose

- oh?????

- this village is Soushi and Laios's dream

- awww Marcille looks so pretty!!! As always ofc

- Marcille and Izutsumi being like mom and daughter is so cute omfg

- Yaad, I'm so suspicious of you

- oh shit that's where the ghosts came from

- poor Laios, that's a lot of pressure

- Episode 22

- PFFFFFFT, the girls are crammed in with Chilchuck XD

- THISTLE, WE HAVE A NAME FOR THE MAD MAGE

- ah man, this is sad

- so I'm beginning to understand how this dungeon was made, but what about all the others in the world. I'm assuming this one is special because of thistle?

- uh oh, why is Senshi nervous

- GRIFFIN, SIIIIICK

- we've never seen Senshi afraid of something before (he hates magic but that's more of like hating it than being scared)

- oh shit she just snipped off a big ol chunk of hair no hesitation

- bro I didn't think of any of that until Chilchuck mentioned it. I was so swept up in his awesomeness

- it's gonna be goofy isn't it

- oh yeah

- let's go team!!!!

- ok Senshi time to fess up

- awww Marcille's sky fish 😭

- Chilchuck lore???

- WIFE AND KIDS??????

- Episode 23

- oh shit dude this is dark

- dude...

- DUDE

- DUUUUUUDE

- y'all I'm so sad right now

- oh Laios

- 😭😭😭

- I'm gonna cry

- I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING

- OH MY GOD

- SENSHI IS KILLING ME OMFG

- IZUTSUMI

- all of them switching clothes and responsibilities is so funny

- please do not make them have to progress like this

- oh my god the ducking mollusk is the reason they can pass when no one else can?!?!?!?!

- I want them normal again :(

- one more epiaode???? Oh boy

- Episode 24

- Izutsumi gives me heavy Catra vibes

- bro really just headbutted a rock creature

- aww Chilchuck saving Marcille is so god damn cute

- wait so can't they just do 2 person rings and change each other back?

- oh geez poor Marcille

- oooooh ok nvm

- headcanon: Izutsumi has ARFID

- they're back!!!!

- ooooo Laios and Falin lore???

- Falin 1000% saw her brother wasn't doing great and that's why she followed him

- AWBJXJEKS IZUTSUMI TRYING TO COMFORT MARCILLE

- wait so they're gonna cut Falin's upper body off the main body and then eat the main body??????

- good god they're gonna get everyone to eat it, I swear if that's the finale I'm gonna lose it

- oh shit they're leading the elves in

- PFFFT FALIN GETTING SCARED BY THISTLE

- WOW. Ok I really love this show I'm really glad I watched it and I'm so excited for Season 2!!! I'll link that below once it comes out and I watch it!

[mitamicah]

Oh telling things, just talking like 👀👀👀👀.

Oh i once ripped my pants from sitting in the snow too long, had a big hole in my pants and had to walk home like that (was only a five minutes walk and i was seven)

I once fell off a pony and no one noticed 😃, i just sat there and waited until they came back, greeted me and then were completely surprised, because they had not noticed. The pony was sweet :3☺️☺️☺️

I went into haunted house as a child and afterwards it took two adults and almost twenty minutes to get me off my neighbour, i held onto that poor boy for dear life while screaming and crying. He wore a vampire costume and i was a witch or cat.

I used go be obsessed with wearing a dinosaur costume 😃😃. I also used to have a hat with cat ears and eye holes but grew out of it 😔.

I have a horrible sense of orientation, its almost criminal. I once drank half a bottle of sleeping medicine (sleep issues due to other meds) and slept for 18 hours.

Oh and i got hit by cars a few times but never something bad, sturdy bones and strong kitty.

My twin (my most beloved) and I usually plan multiple movies days, our record is three movies in one day, nine hours in the cinema.

My twin and I once "attacked" each other with stamps and had to walk through the entire building to wash our stained faces because there was only one working sink.

I am terrible on skates, i once fell and managed to land in the only puddle, my entire back and thighs and butt were soaking wet. And cold.

I went to school in a hospital for some time and that was interesting, smallest school i ever went to. I think i still have the clay bowl I made somewhere. And i will never forgive the nurse in another hospital for just turning the tv off i was watching a movie and have to this day not been able to find it again and it was almost 13 years ago, was very uncool.

I once slept through fireworks going off right next to my room, and through a pillow thrown at my face to check if I was still alive, i also once rolled on top of someone and slept through the other person pushing me back on my side.

Hopefully your day will turn better 💛💛💛

Wait ... how is that even possible OVO oh no I am so sorry that sounds horrible but also hilarious at the same time :'D xD

Another incidence on 'how did that even happen' x'D that is a cute story tho - just a silly little time with a pony x'D

Awww sweet summer child (litterally) :'3 <333 sounds like the neighbour was somewhat patient with you tho, that's nice :'D

Ngl dinosaur costumes are cool :D!!! oh no I hate when that happens :'3 would we just stay the right size for our comfort clothes forever :'D

I can relate to the bad location skills x'D

Oh wow that is a long ass nap OVO I have tried something similar (20 hours but not because of sleep medicine but just pure old exhaustion) and it is very disorienting :'D

I am not sure if I should say that you are very lucky or unlucky for that one :'D this cat definitely have nine lives x'D

Awwwn I love that - normalize sibling dates :'D <3

Hahahahaah that sounds like a lovely and silly memory x'D

Oh nooooo :'D whelp you have more experience on skates than I do it seems which is not hard since I never trusted myself on skates x'D hahaha

I agree, not cool of the nurse :'3 must've been a movie you were quite into as well if you still remember so far after the fact OVO

Wait .... how OVO? I would've been acting like a scared/angsty cat or dog if that happened to me :'D

Thank you for sharing all these fun little facts and stories Jay ^V^ I hope it is alright I submit this :'D? otherwise let me know and I'll take it down <33

[mosthomoeroticenemies]

The List

This is just a list of all the contestants, now I must go make the round one matchups (I have no idea how long that will take, bear with me please)

There’s 186 contestants so putting it under a read more

Papyrus - Undertale

Sans - Undertale

Jack Skellington - Nightmare Before Christmas

Brook - One Piece

Skelly -Hades

Skeletor - He-Man

Skeleton - Minecraft

Lewis Pepper - Mystery Skulls

Grim - The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

Héctor Rivera - Coco

Itward - Fran Bow

Ghost Rider - Marvel Comics

Skulduggery Pleasant - Skulduggery Pleasant

Death - Discworld

Lord Hater - Wander Over Yonder

Smitty Werbenjagermanjenson - Spongebob Squarepants

Skelita Calaveras - Monster High

Señor Hueso - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Mr. Skully Pettibone - Scary Godmother

Gaster - Undertale

Skull Boy - Ruby Gloom

Real Magic Skeleton - OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes

Dry Bones - Mario

Spooky Scary Skeletons - Silly Symphonies: The Skeleton Dance

Dr Bones Cookie - Cookie Run Ovenbreak

Manny Calavera - Grim Fandango

Kravitz - The Adventure Zone

Bonejangles - Corpse Bride

Benrey - Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware

Harrowhark Nonagesimus - Harrow the Ninth

Sans - Deltarune

Dry Bowser - Mario

Mamá Imelda Rivera - Coco

Houndstone - Pokemon

Rexy - Night at the Museum

Ainz Ooal Gown - Overlord

King Clawthorne - The Owl House

Clackula - My Singing Monsters

The Lich - Adventure Time

Skeletons - Skyrim

Benny - Halloweentown

The Skull - The Last Unicorn

Skellinore - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Dinosaur Skeleton - Dog Man

Zans - Going Under

Skul - Skul: The Hero Slayer

Ernesto de la Cruz - Coco

Royal Dominguez - Inscryption

The Skeleton Appears - The Skeleton Appears

Bonehilda - The Sims

Scraps - Corpse Bride

The Titan - The Owl House

Hector Barbossa - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

Skeleton Horse - Minecraft

Samukai - Lego Ninjago

Oshare Bones - Puyo Puyo

Master Warden Palamedes Sextus - Harrow the Ninth

Skull Man - Mega Man

Cubone - Pokemon

Trazyn the Infinite - Warhammer 40,000

Death - Soul Eater

Lady Bone Demon - Lego Monkie Kid

Bone Fairies - Meme

Twelve Foot Skeleton - Twelve Foot Skeleton

Mr Death - Adventure Time

Bone Dragon - Dragonvale

Skeleton Horse Jockey - Minecraft

Skull - The Daily Object Show

Skeletons - Spy Kids 2

Skeletons that tried to kill Mr Krabs - Spongebob Squarepants

Skull on the Mantelpiece - Sherlock

Lerexus Novation - Elder Scrolls Online

Bone Monk - DUSK

The Augur of the Obscure - Elder Scrolls Online

No Name - Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Mortis - The Clowns SMP

Skull with Party Hat - It's Time For Comics

Yorick - Hamlet

Skeleton - The G Keyboard

Environmentally Storytelling Toilet Skeleton - Various Post-apocalyptic Games

Skeleton - Oblivion

Atavist - Slap City

Gravelord Nito - Dark Souls

Xykon - The Order of the Stick

Death - Puppet History

Bones Malone - Tumblr

Stallord - The Legend of Zelda: Twilgiht Princess

Santa Claus - Puppet History

Poco - Brawl Stars

The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra - The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra

Just Walk Out! - The Meme

Nakarkos - Monster Hunter

Skeleton - Morrowind

Caged Skeletons - Stardew Valley

Arc - Skeleton Knight in Another World

Banjaw - My Singing Monsters

Pip's Skull - South Park: The Stick of Truth

Gregor - The Adventures of Puss in Boots

Heisenbones - Breaking Bad

Death - Gregory Horror Show

Greg the Grim Reaper - Conker's Bad Fur Day

Skeleton - Crypt of the Necrodancer

Skeleton - Danny Phantom

Pariah Dark's entire skeleton army - Danny Phantom

La Muerte - The Book of Life

La Calavera Catrina - Mexican culture

Mr. Holbrooke - Little Witch Academia

Bart without his flesh - The Simpson's

Honda - Skull-Face Bookseller Honda-san

The Boneraiser - Boneraiser Minions

David S. Pumpkins' Backup Dancers - Saturday Night Live

Bonesy - Gorillaz

Skeleton - "What's a skeleton's favorite snack?"

Décor and his husband - Tumblr user liquidstar's brother's room

Toumaï - Paleontology

Princess Rita - Once Upon a Tower

The Grim Reaper - The Sims

Elias Ainsworth - The Ancient Magus' Bride

Fabro the Necromancer - Slim Gretina's Grumpy Shark - Absurd Extravaganza

Death - Horrible Histories

Mind-Boggling Effects - Playstation

Mortaccio - Vampire Survivors

Halloween Novelty Pencil  - Halloween 2016

The Skeleton Head - Lockwood & Co.

Captain Bones - Crashbox

Skullastic Superintendents - Monster High

Wither - Minecraft

Stray - Minecraft

Skelly - Monster High

Bonesy - Monster High

Grim - DanTDM

Bone - Aib

High Lord Wolnir - Dark Souls 3

Christmas tree skull - Real Life

Skeleton - Gravity Falls

Me the poll maker - The Near Future

Mr Bones- Mr Bones

Lego Skeleton - Lego

Kruncha and Nuckal - Lego Ninjago

Spider Jockey - Minecraft

The Lernaen Hydra - Hades

Skeleton Champion - Oblivion

The Skulkin - Lego Ninjago

The Nightmare King - Dimension 20: Fantasy High (Sophomore Year)

Queen Elizabeth 2 - England

Stalnox - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Stalkoblins - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

The Skeletons - My Closet

Lord Death Man - DC Comics

Cadaver Cain - Skulduggery Pleasant

Your Own - Your Body

Righty - The Lone Necromancer

Count von Dy - The Mystery of Greveholm

Skull and Bones - Skull Chapel in Czermna

Sedlec Ossuary skeletons - Real Life

Gary the Necromancer - DnD campaign

Manolo Sanchez - The Book of Life

Death - Cultural

Boneknapper - How to Train Your Dragon

Hooty - The Owl House

Monk Gyatso - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Skullgreymon - Digimon

Inaccurate Animal Skeleton Decoration - Home Depot

Skeleton - Bones Album Cover

Skeleton-T - Puyo Puyo

Skeletron - Terraria

Mr. Saturday - Skeleton Boomerang

Da Vinci - Ghost Stories

Milo Belladonna - Monster Camp

Bones the Skeleton - Skyrim Mod user jarrodrey99

Reaper (Gabriel Reyes) - Overwatch

Szarekh The Silent King - Warhammer 40,000

Calliope - Homestuck

Jared Hopworth - The Magnus Archives

Hexxus - FernGully: The Last Rainforest

Rem - Death Note

Grimm - Grimm's Hollow

Decay Dragon - Dragonvale

Melting - Nuclear Throne

Duskull - Pokemon

Bona - My Singing Monsters

Death Phantom - Sailor Moon

Charon - Hades

Necrodeus - Kirby: Mass Attack

Jimothy - Elsewhere University

Blight - Batman Beyond

[lpvncnt]

* ◟ : 〔 TAMINO , CIS-MALE + HE / HIM 〕 PHILIP GOFFIN-VINCENT , some say you’re a TWENTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both DOGGED and DEPRAVED, one can’t help but think of STRUGGLIN' by TRICKY, MARTINA TOPLEY-BIRD when you walk by. are you still a CLEANER, ACTIVE ASSASSIN at THE BORDERLINE HOTEL, RED EYE even with your reputation as THE GARGOYLE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and STUPID SHOW-PONY HIGH ROLLER, PATIENT LIKE THE HYENA WAITS, GET IN YOUR CAR AND RUN ME OVER INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR OTHERS TO DO IT FOR YOU, YOU LAZY FOOL, although we can’t help but think of JONATHAN CRANE (DC COMICS) + ERIC DRAVEN (THE CROW) + JASON DEAN (HEATHERS) + ANTON CHIGURH (NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FILE: LIP VINCENT

STATUS: ACTIVE. HEIGHT: 6'2". SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL, AROMANTIC. DATE OF BIRTH: 12/25/1995 HOMETOWN: MALMEDY, BELGIUM. RESIDING: BROOKLYN, NY. ROOMMATE WITH [TBD WANTED CONNECTION].

Instead of the usual biography, I felt like the following poem captured the energy of the past a bit better than I could ever express:

INSOMNIAC

THE night is only a sort of carbon paper,

Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars

Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --

A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus

He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness

Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.

Over and over the old, granular movie

Exposes embarrassments--the mizzling days

Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,

Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,

A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.

His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.

Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.

He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue --

How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!

Those sugary planets whose influence won for him

A life baptized in no-life for a while,

And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.

Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.

Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good.

His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.

Each gesture flees immediately down an alley

Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance

Drains like water out the hole at the far end.

He lives without privacy in a lidless room,

The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open

On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations.

Nightlong, in the granite yard, invisible cats

Have been howling like women, or damaged instruments.

Already he can feel daylight, his white disease,

Creeping up with her hatful of trivial repetitions.

The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,

And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,

Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed.

— Sylvia Plath

AESTHETICS

Repugnant amount of weed smoke filling a suspension-lacking 1966 Cadillac Coupe DeVille, that only a 100% masochist would drive in New York. You were not born to cry. Leopard print BB belts stacked on the waist. A soul, emptied. No pride, no pleasure, no desire. Life is just like a Wong Kar-Wai movie. You've got two fists comically full of metal, the weight shifts you off your feet when that punch is thrown, your poorly welded home-made 'rings' -- made from a chunk of all the old silver jewelry you've collected from the bodies over time, all these precious keepsakes melted onto a fork -- made to hurt -- should be illegal. Lots of little projects like that scatter what you call 'home'. An angel dies every time a shitty fuckboy like you flashes his mid-section in local Bodega for no reason. Recently adopted a Belgian Malinois, Osiris, who is still in training and needs a muzzle (an excuse for enabling bad behavior, could be symbolic). Egregiously loud mumble-rap. When stressed, likes watching ballroom dancing while chainsmoking cigarettes.

Hi, I'm Samuel, 24, PDT, a sweet little Californian baby boy who will do tricks for treats, gee whiz am I glad to be here. All of this is a bit vague but will be fleshed out with time -- if you've got any questions on specifics I'd be super happy to clarify. Huzzah !

[someonechaotic]

I done heh

I done did the simoji challenge by @folkbreeze because I see interesting challenge I do it and I got

So for some reason I saw these emoji and my dumb brain instantly thought of a toxic banana girlie and a grumpy apple boyo so I uh I did that

im pretty sure I needed to do only one sim but I got some other emoji randomised and I wanna do more and what the fuck this is so much fun

Heres babama ladiy Hannah of course I made her clumsy why wouldn't I, I wanted to give her a cowboy hat but I feel like she looks t9o much like Applejack from my little pony if I did that so she's hatless

Her traits with my absolutely perfect quality yep, very good very good not taken on my phone at all haha (god I fucking wish my Internet would one day work)

And here's plant loord abple bouy Axel aha Notice how their names sound a lot like their fruit counterpart heh I did thar on purpius so cool rite he's a silly gardener guy and did I call him the silly gardener guy ph no I'm getting fixated on these two I can tell

my quality being as good as my spelling part 372

I got a praying mantis on mi knee

Oh oh oh ho and and I'm gonna put these two in the world I've been building yes somehow my adhd has kept to this project but I still haven't finished oasis falls instead I jumped to Moonwood Mill to move in my Vampire-Werewolf hybrid boy and add some lore heh and then to Forgotten Mill where his father who is a werewolf resides this is all very confusing and it kinda sounds silly but I'm happy

But this does mean that you may also get a house based off these two (and the emojis of course)

Holy SHIT this is fun holy piss I wanna do even more sims with emojis

[pyro-thon]

Fear him

pink pony GOD over here

[ginjointsintheworld]

Not concerned about a green card marriage because I am certain they won't go that route. This is just a way to bring them together and for Lauren to Solve a Leyla problem but with her consent this time. That said, please can we talk about Leyla/Shiva in this Episode.

1. How gorgeous she looked. Sounding like a broken record at this point but, HELLOO???

2. The way she said "why are you in a plant?" and her looks, lol like "can someone tell me what this silly but adorable woman is doing?"

3. Okay now to the one part I've rewatched a million times already, the little body and head tilt and her voice when she said "was it your taco hat" please Yall tell me I'm not the only one that swooned at that. Like effortlessly attractive,without even trying. Why won't Lauren be head over heels in love.???

Okay bye.

Ps: Leyla could have told Lauren she's fine but she didn't. She didn't! We knew the love was still there but clearly she missed having to unburden to her favorite person, that she didn't even realise when she started to spill.

LET'S TALK ABOUT LEYLA SHINWARI!!!!!

right??? what A Woman 😩 at the beginning of s4 they had leyla's hair styled in a low pony, which, still attractive but the high pony now is just *chef kiss* a look! that being said, let leyla wear her hair down 2k22!! 2. one of the most underrated thing in the scene is the startled way leyla looks over to the plant like 'wtf did that just move'

and then she registers that it's lauren crouched down next to it and when she looks away, you can see on her face that she can't help but engage with whatever ridiculous but endearing antic lauren is up to.

3. listen!!! i'm obsessed with the way shiva effortlessly transitions between the confident, playful and teasing version of leyla when asking about the taco hat to the softer, more melancholy one when leyla gets those short awkward answers from lauren. i know this scene was basically a crumb and barely over a minute in a 45 minute episode but goddamnit it felt like there was so much packed into it. i know they say when it comes to acting, a lot of it is reacting and boy do these two work off of each other so well.

leyla! could! have! told! lauren! she's! fine! but! she! didn't!!!! there's a lot of hurt muddying the water between them but it doesn't change that they were two closed off people who took a hammer to their own walls for each other. that familiarity is still there. we saw how much it pained lauren to hold back in 4x14 from telling leyla the other side to why she wanted to resign from the ED. but lauren also understood that where they're at now is because of her and it wasn't her place to put this emotional weight onto leyla on top of everything else she's still trying to process. so that's why i like that we see leyla reaching out here first and disclosing this bad news that she's probably been trying to shoulder by herself. which on the one hand, i wish that leyla had people we could see her confide in like lauren did with helen but on the other hand, isn't this in line with leyla shinwari? someone so proud that they'd rather live in their car than accept a spot at a shelter and feels such a deep need to earn what she has, even if it means playing by the rules of a prejudiced game? so it means something. it means something that leyla chooses to tell lauren about the visa situation. to let her in on this burden.

[arcanetrivia]

Monkey Island Week 2022 Day 1

I don’t draw (“we’re artists”? ah, if only), so I hardly feel it’s worth me making a top post about this rather than just reblogging, but...

https://captmickey.tumblr.com/post/688764371754729472/day-one-return-to-a-new-look-holy-dairy-farmer

Day One: Return To A New Look

Holy Dairy Farmer, we got a new Monkey Island coming out this year! This is absolutely positively wild! And because this is, after all, a new Monkey Island game, that means our boy Guybrush got a whole new look.

And he looks absolutely wonderful!

But lets be real: we’re artists. We have our things we would like added or remove, or maybe nothing at all and because we love it as is! So what would you do? Would you change his look or not? If you would, what will you add or remove? His pony tail? No tail? Mohawk? Have at it!

How dare you suggest removing his ponytail ;)

I’m not sure whether this means “is there something you would have wanted to see / would change” about Guybrush’s design in general, or specifically the RMI design. If the latter, I don’t want to harp on the art style and invite drama (I do like the art in general and Wally particularly was a real IT HE!!!! moment), though I would have preferred more natural proportions (head to lower limb ratio is especially odd).

But as far as specific design elements, I miss his blue eyes! And yes I know 1. no one has colored eyes in this style (unless you count LeChuck’s glowing red) and 2. he doesn’t have visibly blue eyes in like half of the games anyway, but somehow they’re such an important feature in the image I carry around in my head.

Slightly silly answer, I’ve long wanted to see Guybrush in a pirate hat. Not necessarily as a permanent feature of his costume, just a scene or something. And while I can understand the internal chronological reason for having him in basically his Revenge outfit, although they seem to have added a little capelet or trim of some kind to the back--

--I was kinda hoping for new clothes, just to see what they came up with. Maybe there will be time-jumping shenanigans as so many have speculated and we’ll get to see a little variety here or there.

I might also have gone with hair a little less brightly blond, tried to split the difference between the light brown color in (original) MI1/2 and the trend to really yellow blond that happened later, sort of like they did in the MI2 SE. This is partly also a “the Guybrush in my head is more dark/honey blond, a color that sometimes looks light brown and sometimes looks golden” thing but also the idea of sort of unifying or recombining various iterations of the design so there isn’t this... era divide? I guess? or something... But I can see why they wanted to make him pop out of the screen as a general color design choice -- see for example how his hair shows up against the dark teal of the side of the ship he’s standing in front of.

(As for a mohawk, I always find it fun to dress up favorite characters in all sorts of specifially themed outfits and modern-punk Guybrush is actually one I’d thought of. He didn’t have a mohawk, but probably quite an undercut under the ponytail, and he had a blue leather jacket with skull & crossbones done in pyramid studs ;) )

[coeurdastronaute]

Essays In Existentialism: Nerd 13

Previously on Nerd

“One more time,” Lexa called out, walking backwards to the other end of the lane, her sneakers kicking up some dust as she moved and watched the playback on her phone. 

“Your girlfriend is a little intense, eh?” Evan asked as he followed Clarke back to the start of their scene. 

Clarke looked up and wiped a little sweat from her brow as she watched Lexa move with Luna, talking about something, watching her phone while Luna juggled a camera and a script that’d seen better days. The messy waves were tamed, tied up and hidden by a baseball hat from her sister’s university, well-tattered and sweat-lined. The sleeves on her shirt were rolled up, exposing a slight bit of bicep, her jeans were caked in dirt and mud. 

“She’s hot though, right?” 

“I’m not answering that.” 

“I’ll allow you to answer it just this once.” 

“In a weird way, yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. “Ow! What the fuck?” 

“She’s super hot in a normal way,” Clarke informed him after socking his arm. 

“I meant like, I never considered it. Like, weird in a way I hadn’t considered. I’d prefer not to think of her like that, but you made me.” 

“Good, and you’ll never think of her like that ever again.” 

“Let’s give it one more go, and this time, Evan, I want you to pause before you answer Clarke. I want her words to ring for a moment. Play it how you think your character would feel it. Just for fun.” 

He nodded and Clarke smiled at how serious Lexa was, how intricately she thought about the scene. They’d been at it for three weeks and were nearly finished, toiling away after school as best they could, and Clarke found that she didn’t think she was the world’s greatest actress, but that she did enjoy seeing her girlfriend doing something she was insanely passionate about. There’s a bit of magic in seeing someone happy about something they enjoy. As silly as it might have seemed, Clarke let her imagination wonder to the idea of Lexa actually achieving her dream, of making things. She jumped twenty years, and Lexa was the exact same person, but different, but better, somehow. It was silly, but it helped. 

“Notes for me, sir?” she ventured. 

“You’re perfect. Keep being perfect.” 

As silly as it was again, Clarke smiled proudly and ignored the eye roll Luna gave before setting up with the camera again. 

In reality, it was about six more takes, two more requested by Luna, three requested by Evan, and once by Clarke. It was infectious to care and try to do better. But they were finally done with all else, and the end somehow felt so final. Though she’d been hesitant to try, now that they’d created something, Clarke felt connected to the entire thing. 

“So when will I get to see the entire thing?” Clarke asked, carefully dropping a bag of equipment on Lexa’s bedroom floor. 

“Oh, uh, maybe at the end of the summer? It’ll go through a ton of work with Luna and myself, and I’m not sure what we’re going to do… I will definitely show you though as soon as it is done.” 

“I’d hope so.”

“Thank you for helping me with this,” Lexa offered as she ran her hand over the back of her neck. “I know you are really busy. SAT, work, school, pep squad.” 

“And you’re not?” 

“Well, yeah, but I chose this, and you were recruited,” she shrugged. 

With a sigh, Lexa plopped onto her bed, tired and spent from the busy weekend. 

“You can recruit me anytime,” Clarke promised. 

In a move that was still somewhat new to Lexa, hips circled her own, and knees gripped her thighs, and that led to a lot of feelings in her body, especially in the below the belt part that she hadn’t particularly figured out in the practical sense. Theoretically she knew exactly what was happening. 

Without saying anything else, Clarke removed her girlfriend’s ball cap and tossed it on the bed. Lexa held her hips, ran her hands up her thighs and squeezed there, careful not to move her eyes anywhere but Clarke’s face. But they closed on their own when hands ran along her temples, scratching the sweat and soreness away, melting her instantly. 

There’d been a truce ever since the dance. There’d been a few make outs that went slightly past polite. There’d been a few time hands wandered lazily where they might not have been allowed, but didn’t care about no trespassing signs. There hadn’t been Clarke in her lap though, and Lexa knew this was different. She made it different when her hands slid around hips and toward Clarke’s ass. She squeezed and she thought she’d died. 

By the time Clarke kissed her, Lexa realized she was on her back in her bed with the head cheerleader on top of her. When hips pushed against her, she realized she was going to stop. Hands went to her chest. Hands slid under her shirt. Hands slid under her bra and she pushed back against being pinned. 

It all disappeared in a second, and confused at the loss of lips and contact, Lexa opened her eyes and searched. Clarke sat there, hands braced on her stomach until she lifted her own shirt and tossed it on the floor. Scrambling, Lexa lifted herself, tangling her arms in an attempt at solidarity in taking clothes off only to be aided by an amused girlfriend. 

“Wow,” she whispered, taking her time to look over new skin before her. She kept her hands locked on Clarke’s hips despite wanting to move them. She let her eyes roam shamelessly. “You’re like… wow.” 

“Is this okay?” 

“Very okay.” 

“Thank God,” Clarke nodded before leaning back down, cupping Lexa’s face, and kissing her again, fiercer this time, if it were possible. 

Hips moved more this time. Breathing picked up more. Hands pulled, tugged, grasped tighter. They clawed at each other and at more, at what their bodies already knew how to do but their brains overthought and tempered. It was a battle of want and need and restraint, and in it, they both knew which was losing. 

In a shaky attempt, Lexa somehow unhooked Clarke’s bra. And in an instant her girlfriend was topless on top of her, and now her lower half was absolutely made of lava. It was painfully molten. 

“Oh… my…. Goodness,” she hummed. 

Clarke pressed her hands harder against Lexa’s ribs and rotated her hips. Lexa slid her hands up Clarke’s chest and squeezed. She watched her hands moved and touch and feel. She was touching someone else’s nipples for the first time ever, which was a weird thing to be cognizant of, but something that she never imagined desiring. But she did. And she wanted to memorize it entirely. She earned a hum and she pushed her hips up, in an off-kilter response to Clarke’s hips. 

“Hey Lex, you home, sweetheart?” a voice called out from down the hall. 

The spell was broken. The frantic, hot buildup was drenched in freezing cold water. The skin on display was covered with shirts as quickly as possible and the contact of bodies was broken with as much space as humanely possible placed between them. 

“Yeah, uh,” Lexa cleared her throat and tucked in her shirt for some reason as she stood, her legs wobbly and her head not much more sturdy. “Just got home.” 

“Your mom is bringing home dinner. She got sandwiches from the deli.” 

“Sounds good!” 

“Want to work on your car?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Sounds good, kiddo. I’m just going to go change.” 

Her father’s voice faded as he moved toward his room. Lexa leaned against her door and looked back at Clarke in her room. The blonde just pushed her hair out of her face and tried to adjust her shirt, tugging her bra slightly from the quick reassembly of her parts. Her lips were puffy. Her cheeks were bright red. She was perfect, Lexa realized. 

Lexa cleared her throat again and redid her pony tail. 

“So that was--”

“Really good,” Clarke finished. “Maybe we should… it’s good your dad-- we should talk about this, right?” 

“Um, yeah, I think.”

“Not right now though.” 

“Of course, yeah,” Lexa nodded, unsure exactly what was going to be discussed and even worse when it would be. She needed more context clues because too much had just occurred, and she was a specifics type of girl. 

“I should head home. I have to finish some physics homework and take a cold shower.” 

“Right, yeah. It was hot out there today and I kept you out in the sun.” 

“Okay, we definitely are going to have to have some conversations.” 

“Am I in trouble?” Lexa asked, cocking her head as Clarke picked up her backpack and shouldered it, making her way to the door. 

“Not at all. I just want to be able to talk about sex with you before we do it because I imagine you might need it, and to be honest I’m not sure how much longer I can survive how sexy you are.” 

Sex. Clarke wanted sex. They had almost, Lexa imagined. And Clarke was talking about sex with her and wanted to talk about sex with her and wanted to have sex with her and talk about the having of sex with her and they were going to have sex. Having sex was an option that they were going to talk because they were going to have sex and they should talk about it. It was going to be a thing that was discussed between the two of them because sex was going to happen and it might have almost happened and they should talk about the sex that almost and might also in the future happen. Sex. 

“I’m kidding,” Clarke assured Lexa, pressing her hand to the center of her chest and bringing her back from the place she just died and went to. “I can wait however long we need to, but I think we should talk about it so something like this doesn’t happen and we don’t have a clear line drawn or not drawn. Think about where your line is, I guess and then we can talk about it.”

“Okay.” 

Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheek and then her jaw and then her neck and then her lips. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Mhm. Yes. Me okay. I’m okay. Always ok.” 

“Did I melt your brain with the mention of sex?” Clarke smiled. 

“Yeah, kind of.” 

“No rush, I promise. Just like to be prepared.” 

“Like a boy scout.” 

“Don’t stress. I like you.” 

“Mmm,” Lexa nodded and tried to make her eyes not be completely huge, tried to make her heart stop throbbing in her pants and ears, tried to make her brain not explode or melt. 

“I’ll talk to you later. Have fun with your dad.” 

“Mmm,” she hummed and nodded as Clarke moved past her toward the door. “See you tomorrow.” 

In an instant, Clarke was gone, and Lexa looked down at her hands. They’d been on Clarke’s naked boobs. She looked at her hips. They’d been on Clarke’s thighs. She looked at her bed and how surprised she was that her body just did some of the things it did. She wasn’t sure what else it was capable of, but she decided she might need to do research. 

XXXXXXXXXX

“I need to talk to you about two things.” 

“Hey, I’m good, thanks for asking. Just cramming for some finals, but yeah I definitely have time to help you out.”

“Okay, good,” Lexa nodded to herself as she paced through the garage, twisting a wrench around as she moved, twirling it around her fingers. It all happened quite seriously as she surveyed the car as it was coming to life. 

The house was empty, her parents out on a date. Luna was coming over shortly to work on some of their film, but Lexa had a few things she wanted to get done on her car. More than anything though, she needed to speak with her sister desperately regarding many things in her life. 

“How have you been, Lex?” 

“Pretty good.” 

“Anything planned for the summer yet?” 

“I have an internship with a film crew that’ll be in town for a few weeks. My history teacher’s old college roommate is first camera. Some movie of the week thing for the holidays.” 

“Wow! Lex, that’s huge!” 

“I guess. But I need to know about sex. Sex with another girl. You’re in college. Have you had sex with another girl?”

Anya choked on her sip of coffee as she stopped walking down the sidewalk. She nearly dropped part of her armload of books, but managed to get a grip at the last moment. 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I haven’t.” 

“I tried to ask Gus but he said he couldn’t talk to me about it, and I just need someone to tell me what to do because I’ve run out of online resources short of porn and to be honest I looked a few and I didn’t like it.” 

“Lots of information to unpack in this…” 

“What do I do or who do I talk to?” 

“Just give me a second, okay?”

With a sign, Lexa sat the phone down on the edge of the car and went about the tough work of running some wires through the rear panel. If she was doing something with her hand, then she didn’t have to repeat the word sex nine hundred times per minute in her brain. 

“You and Clarke are talking about having sex?” 

“We’re talking about talking about it.” 

“How long have you been dating?” 

“Um since beginning of November. Almost six months.” 

“Do you love her?” 

“I don’t know. I mean…” Lexa paused her movements and furrowed. She hadn’t thought of it like that. It seemed almost insane to quantify her feelings into one word. She was excited to always see Clarke, and when she had a bad day, Clarke was the only person she really wanted to see, and when she did, the bad day just melted away. How was she supposed to figure out if it was love when she couldn’t compare it to anything else? She got butterflies still, when she saw her girlfriend. And Lexa felt this weird need to do things for Clarke, without being asked. She was helpful and attentive because the payoff of Clarke’s smile was worth even a few minutes of forethought. But she hadn’t considered that love, but maybe it was. 

“I really don’t know. I like her a lot. I like how we are” 

“That’s fair. I guess I should rephrase it. What makes you think you’re ready to have sex?” 

“I really want to.” 

“Okay, yeah, well everyone really wants to have sex, but what makes you think you’re ready? Can you confidently say where your boundaries are? Are you ready to have a much more intimate relationship with someone?”

“I was kind of just looking for more help in the mechanics of it.” 

“That’s the easy part,” Anya smiled to herself as she took another sip of her coffee. The weather was changing, the spring breeze ruffled the trees so they loudly clamoured above as she moved with the crowd along the narrow sidewalk. “There’s a certain level of intimacy in having sex with someone, especially someone you really like. I’m not saying it’s good or bad, but it’s certainly different. Do you think you’re ready to do that?” 

“I think so,” Lexa murmured after a moment of contemplation. She tapped a screwdriver against her thigh and stared at a single screw. “I really want to make her feel good and I know that sounds stupid, but I just… Sometimes it’s easier to want to kiss her than tell her exactly what I feel. I want to show her.” 

“I can see how that would work. Just so long  as you take a good bit of time and really consider it. And remember, even if you agree, you can change your mind at any time.” 

“Ugh, not you too! Dad’s already given me a billion consent talks. I just want to go down on Clarke without making a fool of myself.” 

Anya couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the outburst, but she somehow managed to hold her phone away from her mouth as she did. It took her a moment to recover. 

“Just do what you like and listen to her. Ask her what she enjoys. Be receptive to how she sounds and moves. It’s really not that hard. Just give it your all.” 

“This is all fine advice, but I still don’t know how to actually do it.” 

“You’ll figure it out.” 

“I don’t like leaving it up to chance.”

“You’ll be fine, I promise. You care for Clarke and I think she’ll be able to show you a thing or two.” 

“What does that mean?” Lexa paused her movements and furrowed. 

“You’ll see.” 

“I really don’t like the sound of that.” 

“You will, I promise.” 

“Are you coming home this summer?” 

“I might. So, sex with your girlfriend, huh?” 

“Maybe. Is it weird that I just… I want everything to keep going how it has been? It’s been so easy and nice and I didn’t think dating Clarke would be so … so… easy?”

“That’s not weird at all. It sounds like you are having a good time.” 

“I’m going to ask her to go to prom.” 

“Wow,” Anya smiled to herself, doing her best to sound surprised by the news, as if it wasn’t customary to take once’s girlfriend to prom. “Are you going to do a big ask?” 

“Nah, I don’t think that’s me,” Lexa shrugged, even though no one would see it. “And I don’t think it’s Clarke. She’s not like… she’s not like what I would have thought. She’s better.” 

“You’ve got it bad.” 

“Nah.” 

It was nice to talk to her sister. It was nice to be put at ease, even if she just heard a bunch of stuff she already knew. Lexa wasn’t sure how it came to be that she was someone who talked to her sister every few days and actually filled her in on her life. She wasn’t sure how she enjoyed spending Saturday morning with her parents going on a hike or breakfast. She wasn’t sure how it came to be that the head cheerleader was soft and quiet and warm and made her feel like she was full of helium, but it was all happening, and Lexa felt herself open up to the world again without ever realizing she had been closed. 

XXXXXXXXXX

For an entire seventy-two hours, Lexa let it all rattle around in her head, the words and the ideas and the thought of it all. All at once it felt like she didn’t know what came next while also incredibly knowing and that held her stuck. She hadn’t thought to ask for more, and she wasn’t sure how to have it. She knew that it was important, and she knew that was a different step than the ones she’d already taken. 

Nothing seemed to change with Clarke though. 

Lexa still held her girlfriend’s hand between classes, and they still hung out and texted and kissed and no one said anything despite Lexa taking her sister’s advice to really think about what it all meant. 

She didn’t know what it meant. Not truly. 

“That’s it. I quit. My brain is melting out of my ears.”

With an exaggerated flourish, the body on the bed flopped over and tossed a notebook onto the floor. Eyes rolled back before a tongue hung out and Lexa smiled from her spot at her desk. The music played softly from the speaker on the bookshelf. It was already dark outside as they worked on studying, but the lights reflected so that outside didn’t exist at all. 

“Your brain isn’t melting. It’s just growing and growing and will soon explode.” 

“I think I prefer the melting,” Clarke sighed. 

Lexa smiled to herself because there was the head cheerleader laying in her bed. And Clarke was wearing her old soccer sweatshirt and she was tired from after work, but still stopped by before heading home just for a few hours of studying. 

“Would you like to go to prom with me?” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah you,” Lexa decided, cocking her head slightly. The corpse in her room rolled over again and lifted her head. “With me.” 

“Was it the melting brain thing that really sold you?” 

“I just like how you look in my bed.” 

“Your bed is very comfortable.” 

“I thought about the sex thing and I don’t know if I’m ready right now, or by prom or whatever, but I want to just keep doing things slowly if that’s okay?” 

Clarke sat up so she was kneeling on the bed. She’d already rolled the sleeves of the sweatshirt that hung a little long on her. There was a hole over the letter on the left part of her chest. Her hair was falling out of a messy bun, and her cheeks had their dimples in them. Lexa took a moment to remember it. 

“That’s fine by me.” 

“It is?” 

“I like how fluid everything is with you. I just wanted you to be aware of what you were feeling and what your limits were.” 

“I don’t know them right now, but I’ll know them as things happen, if that’s okay.” 

“Very okay.” 

“Do you want to go to prom with me?” 

“Didn’t I already say yes?” 

“No.” 

“Well then, yes.” 

“Cool,” Lexa grinned, holding her chin on her palm. 

Clarke relaxed slightly and smiled back. 

“Cool.” 

NEXT

[wildflower-daydreamer]

Scarecrow - november drabbles - day 14

Day 14 of @creativepromptsforwriting November prompt list.

Sansa chased after her niece and nephew through the corn maze. Olenna and Jory giggled uncontrollably as they scurried about, haphazardly choosing different paths. “Stay together, loves,” she reminded them, keeping just a pace behind. It would not do to lose one of them in this deceptively large labyrinth, and it would probably be frowned upon to return just one to their parents. Robb and Margaery deserved a small break to just have a day to themselves, sans children. So, Sansa offered to take them to the local farm. With a pumpkin patch, hayrides, petting zoo, huge slides, train and pony rides, she figured it could keep the kids happy for a little while. They certainly seemed to be having the time of their lives right now, at least.

A number of times, they had to double back after choosing the wrong paths, but they eventually made it to the center. A tall scarecrow hung on its post in the middle with towers of pumpkins surrounding its base. A happy face was drawn on the stuffed canvas material that made up its head, straw peeking out from the floppy straw hat it wore. Worn, faded blue jeans with patches sewn on and a large flannel shirt had been stuffed full of more straw, to the point it threatened to burst at the seams. Olenna and Jory thought it was cool and launched into spouting out names for it, Olenna’s options were cutesy while Jory’s verged on silly. But, as Sansa stared up at it, everything around her seemed to fade away. There was something oddly familiar about the scarecrow. She had never been to this farm, so she hadn’t ever seen it before. But the feeling she had, like that silly straw-filled character belonged to her, felt so real. A brief flash of a cornfield, sprawling as far as the eye could see, sparked in her mind. Then it was as if she was walking amongst the rows of stalks, her outstretched fingers brushing against the leaves. There was a large white barn with a gray roof off to the side where she could hear childlike laughter in the distance, laughter that she knew was purely in her head and not in the physical space around her. But as fast as it had appeared, it was gone. Her zoned-out gaze was interrupted by little Olenna tugging at her shirt, asking if the name Patches suited him better than Brainless.

“Patches is adorable,” she assured the little girl.

A few more kids, all wearing the same bright orange shirt with a school logo, were arriving at the center of the maze now. “We found it, Mr. Snow!” a little boy called out.

“Good job, everyone.” A deep and distracted voice sounded from behind her. Sansa turned toward the man who had followed them in. He was staring at the scarecrow with furrowed brow and slightly parted mouth. There was something very familiar about him, as well. Seeming to sense her eyes on him, he glanced to her. When their eyes met, every breath within her had been stolen.

A vision of a wide porch overlooking the crops, rocking chairs that she and this man sat in with glasses of lemonade in their hands. Children, two with dark hair and one with fiery red curls, were reveling in merriment as they played hopscotch. Their clothing looked like they were straight out of Little House on the Prairie. A large white dog playfully frolicked alongside them. Another flash to a game of hide-and-seek amongst the tall stalks, Sansa and these children were laughing as they tried to scatter from this man before her now. When he caught her, his arms wrapped around her and they spun about and breathlessly smiled. Next, they were inside a wooden house, a roaring fire in the hearth, Sansa reading a book to the children, the man sat next to her with his arm around her, placing a soft kiss on her temple. Then they were in the field again, she wore a simple frock with a pattern of tiny flowers on it, and used her white apron to hold the corn she picked from the stalk. Next to her, the man smiled lovingly, like there was nobody else in the world that he adored as much as her. She whispered his name. Jon. His hand gently brushed her cheek and he kissed her sweetly. A scarecrow, very much like the one that just confounded her, was in its place above the crop.

All of it only took a mere moment of time and suddenly Sansa was aware of her surroundings again.

“Sansa?” the man gasped, a shakiness in his hushed tone.

“Jon?” Sansa had never seen this man before but she instinctively knew him. They gaped at each other for what felt like forever.

“Aunt Sansa?” Jory was unsurely asking, noticing her attentions were elsewhere. Sansa shook out of it and turned to her nephew. “Can we go to the petting zoo now?”

“Of course,” Sansa stated, rather breathlessly. She looked back at the man – Jon – and could see his mouth slightly moving as if to get words out. “Um. Do you want to grab some hot cocoa with me while my niece and nephew go pet the animals?”

“Yes. Definitely. Kids, round up, we’re heading to the petting zoo,” he called out.

As they followed all the children back out of the maze, Sansa looked over at him, and he at her. He was absolutely a stranger she had never laid eyes on before. But he was truly a person she had spent a lifetime with. Sansa didn’t know how that was possible. She didn’t know how this man seemed to know exactly what she had just witnessed. All she knew was that she now carried a very familiar love that she had never felt before.

[maggiec70]

The Tabor Bridge Tale

I might have said something a while ago about posting bits and pieces from the Western World’s longest-running Napoleonic HistFic in progress.  So to counter some gloom and doom, here’s my silly fictional version of getting to Vienna in one piece. Do hope you enjoy it.

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Jean had improved by the second week of November. He’d set up a temporary camp south of Vienna for V Corps and waited for the rest of the army to arrive. Mariana didn’t watch him so closely now, hoping he’d learned his lesson, although he probably hadn’t learned anything. Meanwhile, the camp was pleasant, and she wondered how long they would be able to enjoy themselves. 

The answer arrived two days later after breakfast when Prince Murat galloped up in all his finery. “You’ve heard about the Tabor bridges?” he called out as he dismounted, tossing his reins to an aide. Mariana still marveled at the cavalry commander’s appearance. Neither a plume nor a curl out of place—however did he manage it? Perhaps the prince had four valets instead of the usual two. On the other hand, Jean looked like he’d been marching in the wake of the baggage trains for days.

“Can’t say I have,” Jean answered. “We arrived the day before yesterday. It takes a hell of a lot longer for my infantry divisions to march over these damn roads than it does for your circus riders on their fancy ponies.

”Murat ignored the jibe. “The Tabor bridges are the only way into Vienna. My scouts say the enemy has already mined the longest span. Hungarians hold the near end, and Austrians have the far end. Both are bristling with artillery.” He shrugged. “If we advance across the bridge, assuming we can outwit the Hungarians, the Austrians will blow the long span at the first glimpse of a French uniform and then shell us. The emperor wants the bridges intact, and he’s ordered us to take them.”

“Who did Napoleon mean by us?”

Murat grinned, looking almost as piratical as André Masséna. “You and me, mon ami. Who better?” Another grin and Murat threw an arm around Jean’s shoulders for emphasis.

Mariana nudged Joseph in the ribs. “The marshal’s going to say no,” she whispered. “Watch.”

“Let him take the damn things himself. I hate bridges—I still get headaches from being shot on the Arcola bridge.” Jean unbuckled the canteen from his saddle and took a long drink before turning back to Murat. “How long are the bridges?”

“The scouts said a couple of miles. They’re nothing more than a series of cobbled-together wooden sections, the longest one an arched span, with marshes beneath.”

“And the Austrian artillery is at the farthest end?”

“Right at the bridgehead.”

“So they can see us coming?”

“From the time we reach the arched span. And that’s if the Hungarians don’t send an alert. I’ve already decided a sneak attack won’t work.”

Jean said nothing for a few minutes, staring in Vienna’s direction and the unseen bridges. After a moment or two of silence disturbed by a flock of birds and the horses’ restless stamping, Jean looked at Murat, a slow smile spreading across his face. Beata Santa Caterina, Mariana thought. He’s not going to refuse.

“It’s a bit long for a Sunday stroll, Joachim, but it might work.”

“I’m not following you.”

“You’ve gone at this backward. We’ll walk out there and bluff the enemy right off the bridge before they know what’s happened.”

“I enjoy a challenge as much as you do, but strolling across a mined bridge with artillery aimed at both my arse and my hard-won medals doesn’t inspire me with confidence.”

“Where’s your imagination, Joachim? We’re dressed in our finest, with decorations, plumes, cloaks, sashes, and so are our staff—yours in particular. Throw in four or five senior officers, and off we go in splendor, dazzling the enemy. Just a group of officers out for a pleasant walk. They’ll be paying so much attention to us that they’ll never see Oudinot’s grenadiers slogging through the marshes and dismantling the mines. By the time they realize what’s happened, we’ll have spiked their guns. Tell them there’s been a truce or a cease-fire. Nom de Dieu, they’re only Austrians.”

Mariana stared first at Joseph, then at Jacques, but they seemed amused and worse, willing to participate in the improbable charade. “Boys!” she muttered, her hands balled into fists. “They will never grow up, certainly not with him setting such an example.”

“Excellent idea, my dear D’Artagnan. I wish I’d thought of it. Well, brush yourself off so you’ll glitter like me, and let’s go.” Murat had turned toward his staff of waiting peacocks as he asked, “See you in half an hour?”

It took less than that for Jean to find Oudinot and explain what he needed. With a sinking feeling, Mariana saw that Oudinot seemed delighted with the idea and just as eager to rush into danger as the rest of them.

Jean interrupted her misgivings by shouting, “Saint-Denis, you have anything to get rid of this dust?”

She rummaged through her saddlebag for the tack rag she kept rolled in the bottom. Pulling it out, she swatted at the dust on his coat, decided his breeches were a lost cause, and gave his boots a hasty swipe. “Give me your cloak. It’s covered with horsehair. Where’s your hat?”

“Damned if I know—find it, will you?”

They met Murat and his staff two hundred yards before the first bridgehead. Mariana had never seen so much military finery, blinding gold lace and braid, or so many waving, bobbing white plumes in one place. She was also confident that the plumes and those who wore them would be blown up, one way or another, in the next little while. They might receive a mention in history books later, perhaps in the same vein as Thermopylae.

“This is like a Sunday promenade, so talk, tell jokes, laugh, and occasionally stop to admire the scenery,” Jean reminded them and set off, his arm hooked through Murat’s.

“What scenery? There’s nothing but marshes,” Mariana said.

“Pretend, Saint-Denis,” Jean called back to her. “That’s all this is—a big game of pretending.”

“Except for the Hungarians and Austrians, whose guns and mines are real enough,” she mumbled to Joseph and walked faster to keep up.

The Hungarians at the near bridgehead were disarmed almost immediately in the face of Murat’s smooth talk of a truce, Jean’s friendliness, and the staff’s easy camaraderie. Most of all, they welcomed the bottles of brandy appearing by some sleight of hand from half-a-dozen senior officers. Mariana had stopped between Joseph and Jacques, her mouth agape. “Who told them to bring brandy?”

Jacques laughed as he tried to peer over Joseph’s shoulder to see what was happening. “The marshal did. Who else?”

Although only two Hungarian officers understood French, the rest seemed to appreciate the sudden largesse, oblivious to the grenadiers creeping forward and disappearing beneath the bridge.

The charade held together as they advanced. Mariana moved forward when Joseph and Jacques linked their arms through hers. Without them, she would have collapsed onto the rough planks. With them, she felt like a marionette, being jerked along, her heart hammering against her ribs, mouth as dry and wooly as a blanket. When they had reached within a hundred feet of the last bridgehead and the enemy guns, an Austrian officer yelled at them to halt. Jean and Murat didn’t stop, but slowed their pace until Murat made himself heard without too much shouting.

“Who’s in charge here?” Murat demanded when he was less than twenty feet from the officer.

“Prince Auersperg is our commander. Who are you?”

“Prince Murat, His Imperial Majesty’s envoy. I won’t discuss armistice terms with anyone but your commander. Go get him,” Murat said, every inch of him drawn up, shoulders squared. The epitome of a peacock in full plumage strutting before a peahen. Mariana tried not to laugh.

Jean strolled over to the nearest gun and, with admirable aplomb, used the caisson for leverage and sat on the barrel, one gloved hand casually covering the fuse. “Damn long walk. Any of you have anything to drink?”

Mariana desperately wanted something to drink to ease the terrible dryness in her throat. She’d cheerfully drink the strong, sharp brandy, or even scoop some of the brown Danube water up in her shako and drink that. But the brandy might give her ten or fifteen minutes of false courage, enough to get her through to the end of this charade, whatever the end might be. The brandy was no closer to her than the river was, and she swallowed, the effort making her throat sore. With a stoic sigh, she followed the rest of Jean’s aides and staff officers as they moved among the guns or leaned against the bridge railings as if they had all the time in the world. If she stood beside the nearest howitzer, it couldn’t possibly hurt her. She rested her hand on the barrel, warm from the sun, and then leaned against it. When nothing happened, she relaxed as the warmth of the metal penetrated her coat and chased away the last of her chills. On another day and in another place, she might even feel secure enough to rest her cheek against the smooth bronze and doze off.

She raised her head as four Austrian officers helped an old man in a uniform that hung on his bony, stooped frame onto the bridge. “Look at him, Joseph—he’s ancient,” Mariana said, not bothering to lower her voice. “How can he command anything?”

Murat directed a barrage of Gascon-accented charm at the old prince, explaining the terms of the non-existent armistice. Auersperg’s rheumy yellow eyes widened, and he trembled visibly. Two of his aides gripped his elbows and held him upright. Mariana began to feel sorry for him, even though she knew he would have ordered his men in a thin, wavering voice to blow them all into the next world, had the circumstances been different.

Jean removed his hat and waved it in the direction of the advancing grenadiers. They rose from the marshes at his signal, clambered over the railings, and swarmed across the bridge. It was finally over. Not one cannon or musket had fired at them. No explosives had exploded. No casualties at all other than one confused, elderly Austrian prince who didn’t understand how completely his enemy had tricked him.

Mariana was glad she had something substantial to hold her up. Weak-kneed with relief, she tightened her grasp around her howitzer and blew out a long pent-up breath as Jean and Murat left the bridge, congratulating themselves on their superb chicanery and laughing at the risks they had taken.

“They’ll never understand how dangerous this was.” Mariana stepped onto the bare, packed earth of the riverbank, Jacques beside her. “We could have been blown to our heavenly rewards, and they’re laughing like schoolboys. I thought I had steadier nerves, but I was as faint-hearted as a recruit.”

“I never believed danger was imminent, Gabriel, nor do I think the marshal, or the prince for that matter, would have exposed us all to certain annihilation.” He draped his arm across her shoulders, the weight almost making her slip on the river mud. “Come on. I’ll get you a drink, or several if you need them.” 

[gunloyal]

kinda dumb but heres my mlp headcanons!

you can read my garbled text below! sorry its so repetitive lol i kinda rushed it!

HI i'm not the first one to do this (duh) but i wanted to do my own! some info abt the ponies; Theyre all different types of ponies sent from different parts of the pony...earth? To this magic school so they can become the defenders of equestria and stuff! The series surrounds them becoming friends while going thru character arcs and stuff. The villains are all the same but are being sent out by one being or something so the final villain/season revolves around testing the truth of their friendship!! Also they like......live there so theyre all like stranger roomates! also theyre all modeled a little differently so none of them look the same Twilight Sparkle -shes still a unicorn(at first) -shes very hipster and standoffish at first. -She has a really bad memory regarding things from the past, but easily remembers things from the present onward (this is important for her character arc) -she wears her hair up most of the time in a messy bun/ponytail, but sometimes she lets it down -guess what guyz!! she cant see at all lol so yeah..she finally gets the glasses she deserves (if ur wondering yeah she had big dorky glasses as a kid) character arc -shes princess luna!! thats why she has such a bad memory from the past. Princess celestia made this entire school a thing because she wanted to give her sister a redo since twilight messed up so bad in the past and she thinks giving her a chance to experience friendship will help prevent repeating the past. -cus of this i gave her a new cutiemark bc her old one doesnt represent that moon princess vibe! -also she has a really big horn since shes royalty! This also gives her a reason to become an alicorn once she finds out shes princess luna. AND IT EXPLAINS HER NAME FDHJSKF (shes the last to get her character arc) Rarity -shes still very prissy and loves fashion but loves to dress her friends up -her hair moves really pretty in water bc shes a MERPONY! heck yea -she has a mole under her eye -she hav hooves on land and a tail in water (like h2o just add water vibes) character arc -shes originally very standoffish and doesnt want to accept spending time with different species of ponies, but when her sister (Sweetie belle who is also a merpony) becomes friends with a pegasus(scootaloo) and an earthpony (apple bloom) she learns to be more accepting and earns the generosity element (Shes the second to have a character arc) Fluttershy -shes a flutterpony! so she is very very teeny -her hair is a lot longer and covers one eye (until her character arc) -she's super meek and has a very big head and ears and really skinny legs! very cute aah character arc -She used to be really scared of everything until she gets in an intimidating situation with like a dragon or something and then she realizes she has the power to talk to animals in both a strict but loving way. She learns to stop being as meek and rarity makes her a little hair clip so she can get her hair out of her face and........boys..........get this.......she has heterochromia. (shes the third to have a character arc and this starts her love for animals and gets her the kindness element!!) Apple Jack -shes a regular ol earthpony :~P -she wears a handkerchief in her hair instead of a hat bc hats are hard to draw and i think she looks cuter in this lol. -freckles..........everywhere -she wears her hair in a bunch of different ways!! country girl i love eeyouuuu -she doesnt speak a lot in the beginning :/ shes kinda standoffish and she has a very lovely country accent and i love her (also she has clydesdale hooves hehe) character arc -applejack deserves a good arc and they keep focusing on her stupid parents............I WANNA SEE MY GIRL GO THRU TROUBLE!! okay get ready -she is very scared of being tomboyish bc she doesnt want to be made fun of by her friends so she hides her tomboyish nature and how STRONG she is bc/ she doesnt want to seem boyish. she forces herself to act really girly but a situation occurs or something and she is forced to show her strength and come clean to the others. she is really scared but because she tells them the truth she gets the element of honesty and the others are like "were glad u told us because youre our friend and u shouldnt have to hide anything from us!" yeah anyways i love her and from that point on she is more tomboyish but still girly! (shes the fifth to get her character arc) Rainbow Dash -shes still a pegasus! -i love her so much but people think she's annoying and always make her buff and calm but i did the OPPOSITE i made her SUPER PUNY and SUPER FAST and MORE ANNOYING because i LOVE HER!!! -she fluff up like a bird when she's upset! -because she's smaller she has bigger ears and wings >:] -shes very conceited (At first) and bosses people around (even tho shes so puny) character arc -she's a really selfish character before hand but then everyone gets into some sort of danger and she risks herself just to save them!! bc of this she gets the loyalty element and cares a lot more about everyone else afterwards and is still annoying but is able to stop herself from being so selfish! (shes the fourth to get her character arc!) Pinkie Pie -shes a crystal pony! -when she first is introduced she forces herself to be regal and in her crystal form -she cant let herself laugh around the other ponies bc she doesnt want them to see her as silly/not good enough/not serious -she has a really 80s spunky vibe and wears roller skates -yeah she still has that twitch thing but instead of it being her tail its her little hair curl coming from the top of her head -gummy is a croc she finds and decides to keep (after her arc) character arc -in like the second episode or something, a curse is placed on the characters where they all look different, but pinkie isnt affected, and after seeing everyone laughing and struggling with the temporary defects, she starts laughing and reverts from a crystal pony to her normal state and her hairs all poofy and its real cute and shit.........she gets the element of laughter and everyones like "whyd u hide ur happiness?" and she says she didnt wanna get judged and god.......its jsust real nice (shes the first one to get an arc) anywayz this took a long time to write for no reason and its just SO MUCH if u actually read this i love u!!! this was inspired a lot by jenny nicholson's next gen ideas!!!! 100% creds to her for the inspo<3 i changed a lot of things but i still based some ideas from her!

[miikrokkosmos]

jimin x reader: disney date headcanons!

Anonymous asked: hiya! Idk if this would be more weird than enjoyable for you to write, but I wanted to ask for hc about going on a date with jimin in the happiest place on earth! Esp since you worked there, right? Only if you want to though! I figured you might have some date tips and ideas or park knowledge that not everyone would think of anyway ;)

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a/n: omg not weird at all, I LOVE this request so much you have no idea. Idk if I have a lot of special insight or tips, but I hope you enjoy! Also I’ll be writing for the Orlando parks bc that’s what I know, and I also know celebrities often go backstage to avoid ppl but for the sake of this post it’s just a normal date out with Jimin and no celebrity treatment J Besides, who better to go to WDW with than the Disney Prince himself??

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·      waking to a very excited Jimin flopping on top of you, embracing you close enough to him so he can half-whisper in your ear that “it’s time to waKE UP :D”

·      you playfully pushing his head away with a whine to glance at the clock on the bed side table in your resort room – 6:55 am

·      “jimin wtf this is supposed to be a vacation day, where u, u know, take it easy and sleep in”

·      “but baby…the parks open in two hours”

·      “right…two hours…so let me sleep another half hour”

·      “NO D:” he practically shrieks, he’s full on pouting now, tugging your arm to help sit you up

·      “I mean…we need the extra time to do our hair and coordinate our outfits :((((“

·      you sit up and rub your eyes to fully take in his pouting form, eyes as big and sweet as you’ve ever seen them

·      “well…I can’t argue with that”

·      spending the next hour picking outfits that are comfortable for a day in the parks but complement each other nicely

·      both of you styling and putting product in your hair mostly just to take cute selfies together and pics in front of the castle bc you know it’s all gonna get destroyed after an hour in the florida sun

·      when you turn the corner on Main Street and see the castle and both just stop and stare with wide, happy grins for a few moments

·      jimin giving you a toothy smile and sweetly grabbing your hand to get in line for castle pictures

·      after one (1) silly pose jimin ignoring the photographer’s ideas for different poses bc he just wants to take pics in front of the castle with his arm around your waist and his lips on your cheek bc he knows the blissful, eye-closing grin that brings to your face and he wants as many pictures of that as he can have to keep forever

·      then going back and getting in the long starbucks line bc neither of you ate breakfast in the two hour period you used completely to prep for the day and you need your caffeine to make the most of your park day

·      sitting down on the hub grass in front of the castle to make some last minute adjustments to your fast pass selection for the day

·      rock paper scissors bc you want to fastpass haunted mansion and he wants the many adventures of winnie the pooh (but it doesn’t really matter bc you both know you’ll wait in the standby line for the losing person’s ride anyway :)))

·      giggling to each other whenever you get to use your magic bands bc you both specifically ordered matching ones

·      jimin lightheartedly grumbling at how the splash on splash mountain was much bigger than he expected and just flat out ruined his hair and won’t believe you no matter how many times you tell him he still looks amazing (but that doesn’t mean he’ll try to stop you from continuously telling him that either)

·      screaming your head off on space mountain which just makes jimin uncontrollably giggle behind you the entire ride so the ride pic ends up with your face like DX and his like XD

·      having way too much fun in the gift shop after you ride pirates of the Caribbean trying on different pirate gear and taking goofy pics of each other

·      jimin posing in his chest-out, hands on hips good boy pose for you with a big fluffy pink pirate hat on which you promptly make your new lockscreen

·      grabbing a dole whip and rushing over to the people mover so you can just take a breather and enjoy views of Tomorrowland

·      you have a soft spot for alice in wonderland and get on the teacup ride only for jimin to have WAY too much fun aggressively spinning the ride as fast as possible to get a rise out of you

·      you feel a lil sick but his childlike giggliness is too adorable for you to not take snaps and video of on the ride

·      “my love, I’m feeling kind of hungry”

·      “me too…wanna get hot dogs at Casey’s??”

·      “mmm...i was hoping we could make our dinner reservations at Be Our Guest?”

·      “JIMIN WHAT RESERVATIONS THEY WERE BOOKED EVERY TIME I CHECKED”

·      “that’s bc you didn’t try to reserve them as early as I did months ago…”

·      somehow you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt more in love with him than in this moment but you’re okay with that

·      playfully smacking his chest before jumping forward and smashing your lips against his, holding his face tight to yours

·      jimin giggling right after, dimples on display and then hiding his face in your neck bc he can’t handle the cuteness that comes out in you when at your favourite place (but excuse u sir have you seen yourself)

·      once you’re sitting at the restaurant “jimin does this mean we can please order the grey stuff for dessert” “of course, lovely, I’ve heard it’s delicious”

·      you make a stop at Prince Charming’s Carousel after supper and jimin ends up just standing next to you on your pony, an arm around your waist as you enjoy the ride (since he gave up his horse next to you for a very little princess who really just had to have the same horse he chose)

·      you pretty much just gotta stare into his eyes the whole time tho bc you can’t believe how beautiful he looks, grinning, all lit up with the night sky in the background and the carousel lights glowing in his eyes beaming at you

·      you can’t really wrap your head around the fact that you are, in fact, dating a real life Disney Prince

·      taking sneaky candids of him after the ride with the carousel as the backdrop bc you wanna remember how beautiful and happy he looked in that moment forever

·      making your way to the front of the castle as fast as possible to get the best viewing spot for the fireworks

·      jimin grabbing your hand right when the lights go down for the show to start

·      you know the fireworks always make you emotional but you weren’t expecting for the waterworks that burst forth from within you this time

·      there’s a difference between enjoying a fireworks display lighting up a real life castle and enjoying it when you’re deeply in love

·      jimin sensing your emotion and the weight of the moment

·      you being just a complete mess by the time “I See the Light” from Tangled is playing so he tilts your chin back with his finger, places a hand behind your neck and claims your mouth with his own, fireworks ablaze in the background

·      you’re fully self-aware of the cheesiness of the moment but you really could care less and really wish you could just stay there and hold on to the happiness you feel in that moment, with jimin, forever

[pollylynn]

Ignus Fatuus—a Caskett one-shot (Future Fic)

Title: Ignus Fatuus WC: 1600

She has no trouble finding them. She follows the trail of pictures he’s been sending her as she crawled along in traffic she’d been determined not to get stuck in—not today, but the precinct, as usual, had different ideas. She hasn’t stopped at the house. She hasn’t stopped to change or to grab a much-needed cup of coffee, and she’s so glad she has no trouble finding them. 

He’s lying, face up, on the first-base side of the pitcher’s mound in the middle of a pee wee baseball diamond. His legs are covered in sandy orange dust all the way to the hem of his cargo shorts. 

Not far off—just a yard or two toward home plate from the pitcher’s mound—Lily has a lap full of dandelions. Her hands work slowly at two stems. Her total concentration on the task is obvious In the way she chews at corner of her lower lip. 

The peaceful scene in the middle of the diamond does not extend to the base paths. Those are occupied by an enormous, shrieking dust cloud that seems like it must contain some kind of horde, but her ear readily picks out just the two voices—Jake mostly, and Reese every once in a while. 

She has no trouble finding them. She’s relieved about that, but she takes a moment with her fingers curled in the chain link fronting one dugout to drink in the picture—the mix of quiet and chaos—the four of them make. 

It’s Lily who spies her first, in the last breath before the beauty of it can overwhelm her to the point of tears.

“Mom,” she shouts. Her long-legged girl, who is too grown up most days to call her Mama any more, pushes to her feet, scattering knotted green stems and vibrant yellow flowers. Her sparkly pink sneakers pound over grass, over the third base line, over the pale orange, hard-packed dust in front of the dugout. She collides with Kate, enveloping the two of them in an orange cloud. “It’s still day time!” 

“It is!” She tickles the underside of her daughter’s chin until they’re both squinting up, funny faced, at the sun still clinging to the western sky. “I didn’t miss it.” 

“I ran a hundred miles, Mama!” Reese joins the huddle, tugging at her left hand. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead and his cheeks are cherry red with exertion. 

“A hundred!” Kate lets her eyes go wide. “All around the bases?” 

“The base paths!” Jake jumps with both feet on one side of the the chalk, then the other to emphasize his point. “I ran a hundred hundred miles, Mama.”   

“That’s a thousand.” Lily looks down her nose at Jake, but he’s too busy walking the baseline like a tight rope to notice his big sister trying to boss him. 

“How many is a thousand thousand, Lil?” Castle’s voice drifts toward them. He’s still lying, face up, on the first-base side of the pitcher’s mound, but he’s striking a dramatic pose now. He has a dusty arm flung across his forehead. “A thousand thousand is how many miles I have run on this, the longest of days.” 

“A thousand thousand. How many do you think that is, Reese?” He lifts his arms pleadingly, and she hikes the dusty, sticky boy up on to her hip. She rests a hand on Lily’s shoulder and nudges her mound-ward—Castle-ward. Jake sees that they’re on the move and does an about face. He rushes, full tilt, to home plate and does a three-sixty spin before he makes a beeline for his father. “Castle!” she calls out a sharp warning. “Incoming!” 

“Got it.” He sits bolt upright, all his feigned exhaustion shed, and manages some kind of twisting sideways maneuver that has him snatching Jake around the waist, rather than absorbing the full impact of their most rambunctious child’s body. 

“Not a thousand thousand!” Jake hollers. He laughs as Castle sweeps an arm beneath his knees and turns him upside down with his head in the grass. “Daddy didn’t run a thousand thousand.” 

“He couldn’t run a thousand thousand miles.” Lily stoops to gather up her scattered dandelion crowns in progress. She plumps down closer to her father and fills her lap again. “That’s hyperblee.”

“Hyperbole?” He makes a great show of being offended, a great show of hefting Jake upright and banding his arms around the squirming boy to keep him close for however brief a moment, as Kate eases her way to sit at his side with Reese still cuddled against her. “I wouldn’t have thought I could run a thousand thousand miles either. But then your mother tricked me.” 

“Mama does tricks?” Jake tries to twist around to see if Castle has his tale-telling face on. Lily looks up from the work of twining stems together and even their sleepy-on-a-schedule Reese lifts his head from Kate’s shoulder. 

“It’s news to me, Jake.” She shoots Castle a dirty look that he meets with something hot, lascivious, and utterly ridiculous all at once. 

“What kind of trick?” Lily wants to know, and Reese tugs at Kate’s shirt and whispers in her ear half a dozen shy, confidential questions about rabbits and hats and ladies in big glitter-paint boxes. 

“I still haven’t figured out what kind of trick it was, but she has a Lily and a Reese and a Jake to show for it.” He risks loosening his hold on Jake to bump Lily with his shoulder, to run light fingers down Reese’s back. 

Jake knows an opportunity when he sees it. He breaks free and heads for first base. “That’s three tricks.” 

The words trail behind him like a kite string that tugs Lily to her feet again. She chases after him. “It’s two tricks. I’m one trick and you and Reese are one trick.” 

“One trick!” Reese says against the curve of Kate’s neck. He clings tight to her for a moment longer, then he’s off and running the wrong way from first base to home. It puts him on a collision course with his brother, his big sister, who—today, anyway—is not too big to play silly games with her babies, games with swirling, constantly fluctuating rules. 

“So I’m a two-trick pony?” She scoots sideways toward him. The grass is wet in patches and there’s probably no hope for this pair of work pants, to say nothing of the light-colored summery blouse that’s picked up countless pale orange handprints. 

“You are a many trick pony, Captain.” He flops on to his back and his head in her lap. He offers an ear up for the twist he knows is coming. “But tricking me into having not one, not two, but three athletic children was your greatest feat.” 

On cue, Lily calls out some convoluted rule about sliding into each base. Kate makes a move, but he has her by the wrist. “It’s skidding,” he assures her as he tangles his fingers tight with her own. “Purely on their feet. No skin left behind.” 

Kate twists to see, and sure enough, she sees the sun catching the pink sparkles  of Lily’s shoes somewhere in the cloud of dust, then the rapid-fire blue-red flash of Reese’s Spider-Man sneakers, the Hulk green of Jake’s. 

“Now that’s a neat trick.” She skims her fingers through the hair that’s grown long enough to brush the curve of his ear. “How’d you convince Danger Boy?” She asks as Jake, on cue, executes another of his signature three-sixty spins on top of second base to celebrate his perfect skid. 

“Invoked your dad and exercised some artistic license,” he murmurs as he turns his head  further into the soothing motion of her fingers. “Lily can cite Gramps, chapter and verse, on elbows and curveballs. I just extended the principle to ankles and big kid slides.” 

“And for your next trick.” She laughs and plants a kiss on his forehead.

“Oh no.” He peers up at her, crossing his eyes to hear the music of her laughter again. “For your next trick, tell me again what the heck a double switch is. Jake won’t buy my Cold War spy analogies forever.” 

“A double switch,” she says absently. Her eyes are on the three heads bent together, talking over one another, with Reese’s voice uncharacteristically on top as he lobbies for some new rule of his own. Castle tugs at the front of her shirt, as child-like as ever in his own demands for attention when he knows their happy little monsters are entertaining one another. “A double switch,” she repeats briskly. She holds her wrist out, then brings it close to her face as though he’s making an exaggerated study of her watch face. “I don’t think we have that kind of time.” 

“Time?” He rises suddenly on his elbows to kiss her sweetly on the lips. He catches her chin in his fingertips. He guides her gaze toward right field where the kids have their hands planted in the grass and kick their legs upward into clumsy attempts at handstands as some new part of the game. “Solar-powered children.” He coaxes her head back and plants a kiss beneath her chin. Her breath catches as the sun, still clinging to the western sky, warms her face. “Longest day of the year,” he murmurs as his lips travel down her neck. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”  A/N: I know the solstice was yesterday, and I did start this then, but only just finished this now. For someone who hates the sun, I always feel drawn to stories about the longest day.

[sillybert]

everyone is so mean to dirk... like why? i get that he’s a silly little boy with a silly little hat on his shirt and likes silly little ponies but!! thats what makes him special... all of my love is going into dirk strider...

[atreya300]

Slenderman and Creating Real Tulpas

I remember a couple of years ago finding out about Slenderman.  It was so creepy that I looked into it a lot, especially when I heard the theory about Slenderman being a Tulpa.  As if he wasn’t creepy enough just by being a made up story on the Internet, kids were killing other kids, or stabbing other kids, in order to “please Slenderman”.  Clearly a game that they had invented and taken deadly seriously.

A Tulpa is an intended hallucination which can be sentient and have its own thoughts and personality.  It is (according to the Tulpa Community, but not, I may add, folkloric legend) only seen by the person who created it, who has done so by prolonged periods of thinking solely about what the tulpa looks like, talks like, moves like etc, thus developing, in essence, another person who is sharing their body and mind, but functions as a separate personality.  We know of lucid dreaming, as I have often done it myself.  We’re aware that our brains are more than capable of producing extremely real and vivid hallucinations.  

So is it entirely impossible that if enough people all put enough thought power into the creation of the same, singular individual, that a tulpa could be formed which could break free of the constraints of individual minds and be a person all of its own, with its own free will and the power to manipulate others?  I believe it is possible.  Call me crazy.  My tin foil hat is firmly in place.  It’s hilarious really when you consider that I laughed down the Flat Earthers, yet here I am saying that it’s possible to create an imaginary friend who can turn into a mind-bending, master manipulator.

I didn’t have many friends growing up.  So I was one of the kids who didn’t mind admitting that I had invented an imaginary friend.  His name was Bill and he was based off of Bill from ‘Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure’ because I was obsessed with that movie.  I would talk to him whilst walking home from school alone, ask him what he would do in my place during different situations that I was struggling with and he always had an answer that I imagined.  I would say, “Bill, do you think [insert boyfriend name here] is a dick?” and in my head he would instantly say, “Hell yeah he is, you need to dump his ass!”.  Of course, I never once thought that I had created another person.  It was my imaginary friend.  In my head.  Made up by me.  Well, me and Alex Winter.  His instant “responses” was just my own subconscious mind telling me what I really, truly felt, without having to consciously think about it.

Having perused the Tulpa Community it seems to be an extremely dangerous rabbit hole.  For one, what they are describing as “tulpas”, at best, mostly seem to be an adult version of an imaginary friend and at worst, a real mental health issue, possibly Dissociative Identity Disorder which is incredibly serious and is being passed off as something that is perfectly normal and almost a uncommon achievement to be able to create a tulpa, rather than the reality which is that there is real medical and psychological help out there for cases such as DID and it should certainly not be explained away as a deliberately induced imaginary friend who will solve all your problems for you.  Passing it off as such could potentially make the case even worse.  I’m not a psychologist.  I’m just using common sense. If you cultivate something, it grows.

So.  I have made a decision that I don’t buy into the Tulpa Community.  There are also a lot of comments on YouTube videos and forums that are quite blatantly people who are full of absolute shit and others who are just clearly attention seeking.  I thoroughly enjoyed the brilliant sarcastic responses to those comments.

Now let’s get serious (ish).  Bear with me.  Let’s get back to the theory of many people being able to collectively produce a tulpa.

As I said before, I became obsessed with Slenderman.  I watched videos (all of Marble Hornets), read newspaper articles, looked at pictures, read stories, until he became my every waking thought.  After a week and a half I developed sensations such as paranoia, racing heart, dizziness and the feeling of constantly being watched by something just out of the corner of my eye.  I began having horrific nightmares and would wake up drenched in sweat.  I stopped being able to lucid dream and wake myself up and was forced to play out the nightmares, helpless.  It got to the point where I didn’t want to sleep.  The times that my boyfriend had blessedly snored loudly enough to wake my conscious brain, I sat up in bed, exhausted, trying desperately to keep my eyes open and not fall back to sleep.  Every shadow in the bedroom seemed to resemble Slenderman and I was convinced that as soon as the lights got dim or it was dark, he was there in the shadows waiting.  I stopped going to bed before my boyfriend.  I didn’t want to be in the house alone.

Looking back, naturally it all seems totally stupid.  Me, a grown 35 year old, scaring myself silly because of a kids’ story on the internet.  But what if it really is possible to create a tulpa by using enough collective subconscious power?  Thousands of people in the world at the time were reading those same stories and scaring themselves silly like I was.  If it was possible to create a tulpa, Slenderman and his fame would most certainly warrant it.

For anyone who isn’t familiar with the 80’s movie ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’, the main bad guy/killer is Freddy Kruger, a demon (who was a bloke who killed kids and then got burned in a fire by their fucked-off parents, then he came back from the dead in peoples’ dreams, as a...you know what, I don’t fucking actually really know what kind of thing Freddy is) who kills people in their dreams.  Enough people get to know about him and he suddenly can break free of only being in their dreams and can exist in the real world, killing whomever he chooses in reality.  Freddy, is a tulpa.  He existed in reality, purely because all the kids talked about him, described him to each other, then dreamed about him, which cemented him more in their brains, until he became a reality.  By what was, if I remember correctly, the 407th film featuring Freddy, ‘Freddy vs Jason’ the townsfolk had worked out that the only way to defeat Freddy, was to pretend he didn’t exist.  No one was allowed to talk about him, no one could mention his name, and anyone who dreamed about him was given dream suppression pills so they ceased dreaming altogether (boy didn’t I crave Hypnocil during my Slenderman nights).  In this way, Freddy became weak and the town was safe (for a while - Stage Right - freaky hockey-mask-wearing-dude-with-mommy-issues).

My point is that from my personal point of view, the Tulpa Community are people who have really good imaginations, like myself and are doing nothing more than imagining another person.  They are not “creating” a tulpa.  Not in the sense that I think they think they are anyway.  I sort of feel like a tulpa is akin to a golem who is created to protect someone or something and is capable of physical destruction in the real world.

I digress.  Touching on Slendy for the podcast is something I’ve wanted to do for a while now, but I’ve hummed and hawed because, let’s face it, I’m scared.  Slenderman did become a bit too real for me, even if it was in my head and my mind playing tricks on me, but it put me through sheer terror, I was legitimately scared of my own shadow so opening this can of worms is a big deal for me, even if it seems utterly stupid for a grown woman to feel that way.  If two young girls can pretend that killing their friend as a “sacrifice to Slenderman” is real, then who’s to say if enough people genuinely hallucinated Slendy and his creepy, murderous personality, that other people could not be compelled to kill?  He would become his own person. I’m a tin-foil hat wearing silly girl who believes a lot of ridiculous things (except Flat Earth, you guys are wrong - just saying), but from a mass hallucination point of view, I do genuinely think this could be plausible.  And by delving back into this research, not only am I opening up the likelihood of scaring myself silly, into seeing shit that isn’t there, I would also have to be held (partially) responsible for creating the master Slenderman that wipes out the world by making people kill each other.  Hmph.  And Ted Bundy thought he had some great ideas.

Also, “Tulpamancy” is a thing.  Although not according to the Tibetians, where the tulpa originated.  Funny that.  Almost as if it’s a made up word.  (It is.  By the Tulpa Community.)

As for the pretend “Tulpa Community”?  Some of these people envision their tulpas as characters from ‘My Little Pony’.  Make of that what you will.  I wouldn’t personally be taking career and life advice off of a fucking horse.  All I’m saying.