#yeah there's Minecraft in here i couldn't help myself

[joltrify]

bens... and 10s...

please schedule let me design more aliens //

Petrosapien piercings are inspired by this super cool take by @whatudottu

[greendudenumber7]

Don't Play with my heart Steve x Garret MINECRAFT MOVIE PT 2

Steve's pov:I sat in Garrets car, admiring the stars above us, and taking a few glances at him here and there, noticing the way his hands held onto the steering wheel and how his strong muscles would flex, my breath hitched thinking about him. Thankfully he seemed too lost in thought to notice my actions. But in a way I felt disappointed because I wanted him to see me, look at me with some sort of desire. Maybe even hold my hand again? *No Steve, I can't think like this. Garret is just a really good friend. That's all he is, and all he's going to be* I look out the windows again, this time feeling a bit disappointed. But suddenly we come to a stop. "This is home" Garret says in his sexy husky voice. "Oooh" I say feeling chills go down my spine "Wow, this is your home? It's very.. Nice" I chirp getting out of the car looking around in amazement, Garret "coughs" a bit "Our um home you mean?" He says all calm and collected, oh how I could listen to him all day. I blush "I mean I don't want to intrude and take over your home" I say jokingly Garret pov:*you could never* I say mentally, just looking at his beautiful self admiring the house, "Let's head inside" I say walking towards the door, unlocking it and letting him step inside before me. Steve politely thanks me and walks in. I watch as his eyes glow, looking at all my awesome gaming stuff. "Garret, this is all so cool. I haven't seen anything like this in a long time" He gasps picking up one of my games on the messy coffee table. I mentally cringe realizing how much of a mess the house was in before inviting him to stay with me, "sorry bout the mess, wasn't expecting anyone" I mutter picking up a few things trying to make them neater for him. Steve pov:I notice the blush on Garrets face as he scurries to pick things up, trying to clean some of the clutter. *he's so cute* "Hey, don't worry about the mess, I mean I've seen way worse. It's nothing really, don't try and clean up for little ol me" I say jokingly smiling at him. "Ya know, after fighting and stuff all day are you tired at all?" He askes yawning oh so handsomely causing my smile to widen even more "Yeah I am actually" I say, causing a yawn to escape my lips. "Do you wanna share the bed? I'd offer to sleep on the couch, but it's not comfortable" he says and I nod. "Sure that sounds good" I say following him into the bedroom. And he takes his shirt off and sits on the bed. Leaving me standing there, "um do you um uh have any pj's?" I ask studering trying to look him in the eyes, and not at his gorgeous pecs. "Oh let me get some" He says acting as if nothing strange is going on. Garrets pov:I knew exactly what I was doing when I took my shirt off, I just wanted Steve to look at me. And actually see if he felt similar to me, which I think he does. After seeing the blush appear over his cute plump face I knew we both wanted more, "let me get you something" I say looking into the closet for something that would fit him. Which I did, and handed over to him "This should fit" I say handing it back to him and heading back to sit on the bed. As he goes into the bathroom, I see his but jiggle and bite my lip slightly *dayummm* I think as he walks back out 2 minutes later in a green shirt and his black boxers. I couldn't help but think about what I could do to him. But I stopped myself before I got too excited. "I snore a bit in my sleep" he says suddenly but i smile at him "that's okay, I might too. But I've never been with anyone so I'm not confident" I can't believe he snores, he cute enough as it is. Now he tells me he snores what could be better. "You haven't been with anyone?" Steve asks surprised "No. Been too busy trying to be best gamer, and working at my store" I say sadly "they don't know that they're missing" TO BE CONTINUED

[oscarratman]

Hey, I don't know if this is a good site for me to talk about it here. If not, then I will also try posting it on reddit or other sites if they're not too much of a problem to use. but regardless, I thought I would get this out there in any way because I thought it's an interesting thing to talk about it with others.

With that being said, I want to ask ya'll something; do you guys still know about the whole thing in the Minecraft community, where there was an evil spirit going around named herobrine who torments people in single players and such? 

Well If you do, then you've already known that the things that have been shown about him as 'proof' were all made up for shits and giggles just to scare the shit out of kids in that time, maybe to this day but i'm too sure about that. Though, I do admit I used to do that stuff myself years ago, where I tend to place random things around servers, and convince some of them that it was the guy himself. It was kind of funny lol.

However, that's not what I'm here for... The actual reason I'm telling you this, is because there was something that has been stuck in my mind ever since I was around 12. And I couldn't confirm if it was a real thing that happened to me, or if I had very bad memories on some parts of those moments, or even just had random dreams about it and I still remember them to this day. 

But either way, it may or may not have made a bit of an impact on me to this day since it tends to faintly pop up here and there whenever I hear about Minecraft. Especially, or more specifically with herobrine, or sometimes those Minecraft screenshots that people show where it gives off that 'liminal space vibes' that they talk about.

To finally give you the full context; When I was around 12, like I said, I use to play Minecraft, like a LOT back then because I find it pretty comforting since it distracts myself from my busy home life as a kid. and as I said on the beginning, I was fully aware about the rumor, and tend to find some little things in my world that people would consider them as 'Herobrine markings' (not the ones that are extreme like the missing leaves or Redstone tunnels, but just something like dirt structures or chickens in odd places), but most of the time I just laugh it off and move on with my gameplay. However, there were some moments that did put me off guard.

like there was one time I was completely lost in a cave when I was mining for something, and then I suddenly saw a single torch in the middle of nowhere that leads to a cobblestone stairway, which leads to the outside, blocks away from the entrance that I went into. What's so weird about it is that I've never remembered making those stairs or using cobblestones for it.

And another time, I walked into my base and there was a flower pot in the middle of the place with a yellow flower on it, and I didn't remember making a flower pot, or at least placing it in the middle of my base for some reason. (To note about that, I tend to see those in random places here and there later on from what I remember, so those happen more often then the others).

But the weirdest one, is when I logged back in into my game after having one of the roughest moments with my parents (which I don't want to say what's about), and when I joined back into the world, I saw my furnace being active along with a sign sitting next to it, saying something like "I'm sorry you have to go through that, I wish I could've helped". Honestly, I would've probably been weirded out about it if that happened nowadays. But since I was in a rough mental state at that time, yeah of course I would've reacted the same way, but I felt weirdly comforted by it.

I think I have tried to make contact with it afterwards by placing down signs or using chat logs, but I'm not sure if either of them had ever worked or if I remember them very falsely by dreaming about it.

But yeah, pretty weird shit as a kid. And again, I don't think all of this had happened in a multiplayer world since I kept checking on it. Which I know there would be people doubting me for that because of the creepypastas, ARGs and mods these days. But again, I'm saying all this because I thought it's an interesting thing to talk about, and it would be cool if there were people out there who had similar experiences like that, but I'm highly doubting it.

Also happy pride month y'all

[ivy-meshle]

Okay I said on Tuesday in the tags I might talk about plurality n stuff wrt myself. Right now this is more stream of consciousness than anything polished, and idk if I’m going to be up to talking about it with people for a few days.

This is gonna get pretty long so I'm putting it under the cut:

(FWIW, I'm mainly using 'I' here, but that's because I've spent so long trying to make sure I keep plurality stuff off of this blog it feels weird to write 'we').

I think it was... fuck, six or seven years ago now? that I first learned what plurality even was, then another year and a half where I just kept thinking about it for weeks on end before I started to maybe consider that the reason I couldn't stop thinking about it was maybe the same reason I couldn't stop thinking about transness after I'd learned about that.

Even now, I'm still hesitant to claim plurality. It feels like a step too far- like I’m overstating things. I don't feel like one person, but I don't know that I feel like more than one, either. Certainly I don't have clear boundaries between one self and another. It’s more akin to distinct patterns of thoughts and behaviors that I feel like I snap between. Neural pathways that open and close.

There is one consistent pattern I've noticed though: when I'm in a period of stress, those distinctions become a lot clearer, and they tend to stay clearer than they were before even after I can unwind. Which is part of why I'm feeling more comfortable talking about plurality now; I know I'm going to be more people, more clearly, in the next four years.

The other major reason is that I want to not feel doubt every time I talk about us, that I'm just deluding myself. And that means that I need to get more used to talking about us.

So, uh, introductions, I guess? I've opted not to introduce characters (fictives(?)), since they tend to come and go more frequently- usually as I write about them. I think it's something about trying to get into their perspective that creates some of the same sort of neural pathways. If they stick around for longer than three months after I stop writing about them, I'll introduce them then. The sole exception here is Nensa, who meets that requirement.

For now: Hunter, 'me', host(?). He/it. Mostly responsible for getting people and things to where they need to be to work. Emotional regulation and planning type things.

Asher. He/ey. Math/physics nerd, problem solver. He handles the homework :Þ

Nensa. They/she. Minecraft Warden hybrid, stoic, helps with handling sensory overload mainly.

Miranda. She/her. Customer service voice social butterfly. When I need to talk to people at the bank or on the phone, she’s the one who takes the wheel.

Blake. He/him. Punk aesthetics and paranoia. He’s the one who keeps us from doxxing myself every other day, but also he keeps us from opening up to people. It’s a balancing act. (He’s very resistant to posting this.)

Dakota. She/her. Probably the first distinct self I identified; basically the face of my RSD. Very sensitive, cries frequently.

Ulyssa. She/it/void. Goth and angry and rude. It formed semi-on-purpose when Hunter decided to treat the negative self talk while I was spiraling like it was a person he could talk to and well. Now she is! Hunter tries to keep it and Dakota separate as much as possible.

Qwerty. It/she/he. Online persona, kinda? It only shows up when we’re on the internet. He’s more in tune with the social norms of the web than the rest of us are.

Anyways. Yeah. IDK. Life is weird and brains are weirder and I don’t necessarily think of myself as a system, but I would count myself as plural. That’s about the long and short of it.

Feels like I ought to say more, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m going to schedule this for, like, 9am my time so that I don’t have to actually hit that post button myself (scary). I also probably won’t be up for talking about this with other people (sorry mutuals!) for at least a few days. Thanks for listening.

( @ivy-meshle so I can rb this in the future )

[lavendertowerarchives]

My pleas for death will only ever get less coherent. I've said it all before. I don't want to say it again but the distress of experiencing it all never really left.

"I'm all alone-" Yeah, no shit, my social anxiety spikes hard when I'm faced with the prospect of asking someone to hang out. I feel like the entire experience is my responsibility. I know that's not true but that doesn't stop me from believing my own lies in the moment. Even just invitations to chat online have numerous consequences associated with them.

"Nobody understands me-" I dislike engaging with or even mimicking cringe culture, but this one genuinely makes me wince in disgust. It's true, yes, but it's not like understanding me is impossible. I just haven't explained myself to people I know. This stupid fucking account has held onto almost every grievance I've had in the past couple years. I want to present these to people to help them understand that I do love hanging out, I do love talking, I just have... internal issues. I can't show someone one post without inevitably showing them all. It's not a secret that I'm suicidal on here. It is a complete secret in all other aspects of my life.

"Everyone leaves me-" Did they leave, or did they get bored? Did they miss seeing my last message, or did they decide one day to ignore me? No one has ever terminated contact with me. Contact just dried up. Contact was left in their inbox. Contact was never returned to me. I have found no correlation between the various absences in my life. On this account alone, I can assume that I typed too much, or that I kept trying to help, or that they never saw me as an acquaintance in the first place. It's happened several times with several people and I don't get it. I have no concrete data. All I have are hypotheses that I can't confirm without risking a forceful rejection (which would most likely send me spiraling). Do I try to reignite? Do I ask "why did you leave?" Do I ask "what's up?" Do I ask "What's up with me?" I need social contact to live. I am dying. I keep repeating to myself "It's not their fault that they didn't find you interesting enough." I keep having to acknowledge "Well it is a little bit their fault that they never said goodbye."

"I can't take it any longer-" Yes I fucking can. I can survive past this bullshit. I have many times before. This is not out of strength or resilience. This continued survival is accidental. I'm too scared of failure. I can't just slit some vein and lay in the bathtub for a while, I need to know which vein and for how long. I can't just tie a belt around my neck, I need somewhere to suspend myself from, preferably privately. I can't just take a bottle of tylenol or oxy, I need to know the lethal dose and how long it takes. I'm just not motivated or desperate enough to properly research or test these things. I also can't test properly since I have a partner who routinely sees me naked, so I can't just hide whatever wounds I give myself, I have to be clever. Every half-assed suicide attempt I've... well, attempted so far has been, uh, half-assed. I couldn't go all the way. I needed a guarantee I can't find.

"I have nothing-" Fuck that, I have many things. I have a room to myself. I have a cute, loving partner. I have a bachelor's degree and I'm gonna get my Master's soon. I have sour skittles. I have clean drinking water. I have Minecraft and Fallout 4 and The Binding of Isaac. None of that fucking matters. I'm too focused on what I don't have and what I have to do. I don't want to have to find a job, that's frightening. I don't have any friends who just... talk to me anymore.

"I want out-" Finally, something true. I always want out. Every time I push back the date, the reasoning is always "not yet." Just postpone it. Nothing has changed to make the future and present any less painful. The past can't become any less rancid. I will gladly take a relatively painless death, any second of any day. I will never stop idolizing the day when I no longer have a heartbeat. I want that day to be today. Always. I know this contradicts some things I've said in the past (and probably future) that state that I sometimes am not suicidal. To clear up any misconceptions, I want you to know that I am easily distracted. My mind can be brought to euphoria with a single text message, and in the middle of processing that message, I could be distracted again with the prospect of death and I will not hesitate to take it. Euphoria is temporary, and I am dependent on others to obtain it.

I'm done, man. I'm fucken done. This isn't like a "last note" or any shit like that. Every post could be my last. My mind is just overwhelmed right now. I really, really, really don't want to see tomorrow. I don't care how much fun I know I'm going to have, my responsibilities will catch up. I don't want to face them.

[allysuunnnninwonderlandcx]

2023

its been over a year.. a year and almost a month to be exact, since you last heard from me.

don't worry don't worry. I didn't kill myself. i am alive. yippee I guess.

2023 has been...interesting. here's the recap:

January 2023

I got a new car and got to go to mobile for the new year. it was fun but it also sucked. it was the first time I realized how different Elliot and I were. I was working a, at first, good job, and I had my own place with a friend's sister.

February 2023

I was deep in my depression and trying hard to cope with being an actual adult with bills, and was overly stressed

march 2023

It was a good month, I went to the beach with Elliot, we bonded..alot and it was amazing. I realized our differences were the same, but we had our own way of voicing the same problems we were noticing. I also learned that my depression was always there, and it affects me to a point where I do not think I can come back. I also got a new job

April 2023

I was working my new job. it was amazing. I started to really want to be my own person, but couldn't figure out how. I also got really bad ocd about cleaning bc of my roommate..she was not that clean of a person.

may 2023

alot happened here and it was a big turning point for me. this entire month was way harder than anything I have felt since my ex. I was depressed and stressed and was fighting hard to keep myself from projecting and worrying people I love. Elliot and I went to ATL to see the braves, and that Monday night on our way back, I asked him what would he do if I just killed myself, unprompted. he was shocked and concerned. that night I was going to kms once he left. I had an amazing trip and I loved and love Elliot dearly. but I think I was so far in the depression that it was hard for me to mask these things at this point. he stated with me that night, but we went no contact for a few says after this incident. a few days later, he asked me to get therapy and the help I needed or he was going to have to walk away.. I choose to keep working on myself and our relationship. I went to therapy that next week. Elliot and I set great boundaries in our relationship and it was a big turning point in our relationship.

June 2023

Elliot and I are doing better. boundaries are being met. I'm in the full swing of therapy, and feeling alot better, with some ups and downs here and there. Elliot went on a beach trip, and I felt so lonely without him. its when I realized I needed to make more friends and not want to rely on him so much. I learned that I needed to love myself and being alone With myself. Elliot also got ready to study abroad, so this would help. I also got to help Elliot and his sister with a Minecraft camp they do!

July 2023

I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression and the big one, Bipolar 2. welp. all those years saying I was bipolar as a joke became true lmao. I started go to a psychiatrist in the middle of this month. I also moved out of my apartment because I was drunk and said some fuck shit lmao. oh whale.

august 2023

Elliot is back, I'm finally getting into the full swing of my medications and I am feeling more...okay I guess you could say. we are really happy and he and I are doing well. I am back at home with my parents but I am working hard and doing all I can to see and be with Elliot. so far I am nervous and scared to tell them whenever I am going to his place or just going to be with him in general.

September 2023

I left my job and got a new one, the drive was my main factor. it was about 40ish minutes away from my house, and 1hr 10 from Elliots. I needed a shorty commute. got a new job, and its cool. decided to lay low and keep to myself like I did at my old job but alloooooootttt less. it also came with a whole 2 dollar pay raise sooooo hell yeah. 30 mins from my parents. 40 from Elliots. ill take it.

October 2023

short month. don't recall alot happened here. just wanting to spend more time with Elliot.

November 2023

its our birthday month. I also have been medicated for about 6 months from this point. I'm pretty chill now I suppose. I am enjoying life. and oh yeah, I did mushrooms for the first time while crossed with weed. it was amazing. 10/10 want to do it again asap lmao. I also moved back into a babyroom. I really start to bond with the baby teachers and have been loving it. it is more of a family here than the last place.

December 2023

well here we are. this year has been pretty amazing. I have enjoyed it. honestly..this year was my 2018 year. how well everything was going. now that means 2024 will be my 2019...the best year I have had yet to date.

I am asking for an amazing year next year. to finally stick to routines, working out, being energetic, being productive, staying onto of me writing and reading, and having people to hold me be accountable for once. I am hoping for the best year I could ever have. I am hoping Elliot and I continue to have the best time together and just work through all the hardships we could possible have. for us to both be strong individually and to mentally prepared for this new time in our life that is about to happen. I am asking the universe, god, and anyone else who will listen, to allow him to get all his dreams to come true, all his worries to go away and from him to continue to have the guidance and maturity he has. I am asking the universe, god, and anyone else who will listen to allow me to continue to be strong. for me to continue to better myself and let go of the things and people who do not better me in anyway. I am asking for financial guidance, mental guidance and anything else you could give me. I am asking for you to cast all my self doubts of not being able to lose weight, stay healthy, going to the gym, being productive and so much more away. I am asking that you to keep me going.

2023. thank you. its been something. until next time.

[awilddaydreamer]

Fuck, I'm actually crying. Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy are all together (because Tommy came to Wilbur's place) telling Tallulah and Chayanne about the SBI MCC4 :(((

(long audio transcription under the cut)

Wilbur: Ok, let's tell the story!

Phil: Alright, they're just over here, they'll hop on the bed, and then when we're- when we're done we just leave and they place their beds down.

[Phil and Tommy chuckle in endearment]

Wilbur: Aww

Phil: It's cute right?

Wilbur: That is cute as hell Tommy, overlapping: Hi Tallulah!

Wilbur: M'kay. So, a long time ago, in the distant land of the year 2020

Phil: I'm gonna turn you up

Wilbur: [loud] THERE WAS A MINECRAFT TEAM

Phil: NEVERMIND! Ouh. [laughs]

Wilbur: It was built for the Minecraft Championship, which is th- the biggest.. thing that has ever happened. Speci- Phil: It's like the Olympics Wilbur: Mm. Specifically number four, all the others pale in comparison. Phil: Yep Wilbur: None were as good as number four. Phil: Yep

Wilbur: And um... basically there were these four people chosen, and they were: the great- the great elder. The wisest of the miners. [Phil wheeze-laughs] The longest survivor of all time, Philza Minecraft. Phil, whispering: That's me! Wilbur: There was... the PVP legend. A master of his domain. a destroyer of men, women, and their now orphaned children. Phil: PFFT Wilbur: He was very very good at it. His name, was Technoblade. [Phil chuckles]

Wilbur: There was also the scrappy young upstart, the- the y'know the prodigy s- the prodigal son who was going to take on the crown and soon take on after his- his predecessors. Tommyinnit. And there was Wilbur. [pause]... and together, they-

[Wilbur and Phil laugh]

Wilbur: Together they formed MCC4 Purple Pandas. Phil: Yeee Wilbur: Now, they were the dead-set favorites to win, and there was gonna be a crazy upset.

[Wilbur chuckles and Phil laughs]

Wilbur: Everyone- everyone thought Purple Pandas was gonna win, and would you believe it... [pause as they both chuckle under their breath] after a long-fought battle... they won. They won, despite Wilbur d- building something wrong in Sky Battle and falling to his death in the void. Um, and- Phil: So- some would say that was an advanced tactic called Ghosting so he could find out information about the other teams and help us. Wilbur: Mhm. We'll never know. We'll never know

[Phil laughs]

Wilbur: What happened in Rocket Spleef?

Phil: Rocket Spleef, it was Tommy saying- Wilbur: Oh, uh, To- Tommy committed woman murder. Phil: Yep.

Tommy: But Tallulah trust me it- it went hard

[Wilbur and Phil chuckle]

Phil: Tallulah, it was poggers and not permanent, so don't worry. [laughs]

Wilbur: He was feeling good afterwards you could say Phil: He was feeling good

Tommy: Tell them about the dynamic duo- Phil, overlapping: Tallulah has words Tommy: -that was me and Techno.

Wilbur: Oh in- in- in Battle Box Tommy: [unintelligable] -To Get To The Other Side

Wilbur: [reading Tallulah's sign] Tallulah doesn't support that Mr Tommy.

Tommy: Honestly Tallulah it was a dark time for- [Wilbur laughs] Tommy: And I don't- I don't say that kind of thing anymore. You're all safe in my- in my presence. [Wilbur and Phil laugh]

Wilbur: And, yes, there was the dynamic duo in Battle Box and Tommy and Techno, who scored crazy good points- and Techno won Ace Race! Techno kinda was the reason we won that MCC we did fuck all, it was mostly Techno [laughs]. Phil: Pretty much. We got- [stammering] we got carried pretty hard. [chuckles]

Wilbur: But then we won. We won, and it's one I look back very fondly on, there was- there was at- there was at one point a time when I- I- I couldn't bring myself to watch MCC4 because I just got so annoyed at Tommy over and over during the vod. [Phil laughs] Wilbur: But since- since watching it again recently it's actually pretty based, and it's a pretty good vod.

Phil: It's really funny, there was o- there was one moment, Chayanne, where Tommy was like "Yeah I've got this block," and I was like "place it," and he was like "I don't have the block, Phil," and then I just proceeded to berate him and argue with him for like about three minutes until the next round started Tommy: It was a real learning curve in our father-son relationship. Wilbur: Mhm. [Phil wheeze-laughs]

Wilbur: Anyway, get some rest you two. And- and Tallulah when you wake up there will be a brand new home for you, a completely safe new house!

[Tallulah begins playing her flute as Phil begins talking] Phil: It's gonna look- it's gonna look so good. Aww thank you for the song Tallulah. Tommy: Awhahawww! Whaat?! Wilbur: She's just like- just like her old man. Tommy: You're incredible, Tallulah!

[Wilbur and Phil laugh]

[ethtyn]

combination Etho & Martyn ll2 #8 reaction post:

Etho:

"i'm not in charge, i'm gonna be the first one out, here!" me fr.

MARTYN WHAT'S YOUR ANGLE. "TEAM TIME" THIS "TEAM SMITE" THAT IT COULDVE BEEN THAT FROM THE BEGINNING 😭😭😭

"we need the help, Tango, i hate to say it. and Martyn is good help." thesis statement 🫶🏻

"true that" LITERALLY WHERE is he coming up with this speech pattern. i have never heard him use as much slang as he has in this series in my life.

BDUBS NO.....IT WAS IMPULSE?! 💔

"Tango...this is MINECRAFT, why don't you have blocks?!" PLEASE.

LMAOOOOOOO HE'S MARY POPPINS, Y'ALL 💀

Tango noooooo PepeHands

Scar's out...there goes my hope that Etho got to kill him 😔

I KNOW WHAT THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD SPOILER MEANS NOW AND I'M CRYING PISSING BLOOD SLIDING DOWN THE WALL CHEWING GLASS. LMFAO.

"it's tough being alone...i'm not an entertaining person, and i have to be entertaining right now" don't you talk about my friend like that 😡😡😡

kfjdjcndk the little bitchfight between impulse and the mean gills over trying to kill each other. "yeah, that was me...okie! 😁 water under the bridge" impulse you're soooooo 💀

ETHO WHY DID YOU REMIND HIM ABOUT THE SWORD. i'm furious.

there goes BigB.

i am starting to realize that when one of y'all said "love loses" you mean Ethtyn. fuck.

FISH IN A BARREL. i just caught that.

Scott's disappointed little "Etho" gets me every time LMFAO. is this man ever surprised.

"i could just whack you off right now 😏" aYO

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOT 'ER

i'm gonna throw up. why. please.

GRIAN NO 😭 that little intake of breath right before he fell...i could cry.

I'M GONNA BE SICK I'M GONNA BE SICK. "that hurt, Martyn! apologise."

I'M GONNA THROW UPPPPPPPPPPPPP HE WAS SO CLOSE. also i was wildly distracted by the way you could hear him sit back in his chair and stretch kfdnkcmdmd

side note: i tracked down the counting clip and. uhm. 🥴 yeah.

i. need to gather some thoughts. reblog a few posts. watch martyn's episode so i can find out who won. i'm ill.

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Martyn:

"keep your friends close and your enemies closer" type beat.

the callback to Southlanders with the "fun British game" 😭 i miss them 💔

still thinking about how Martyn made this Team TIME/SMITE decision all on his own without talking to Scott at all. like i know he's insanely loyal but. sir?

I'M FUCKING PISSING MYSELF over that Scar spleef kill. (in the most insincere voice possible) "woooow. thank you for the business!" CRYING.

thinking So Much about this little duel between BigB and Martyn as Martyn comes in to play the game. Martyn almost died, so did BigB. and then ceasefire and nskxnckdkcjkdmf my brainnnnnn.

"i'm here for games and pleasure" Scar.

HAHAHSHCNFKC LMFAOOOOO ETHO RLLY DID COME IN LIKE MARY POPPINS I'M CRYING.

fast forward to when MISE is boating off of skynet 2.0 - did not realise that Martyn asked Grian "yes or no" 😭 salt in the wound, bro.

fish in a fucking barrel fr.

ONE BLOCK 😭

jesus the way he IMMEDIATELY turns on impulse as soon as Pearl kills Etho. fanning myself.

NAUUUUUURRRRRR I COULDN'T TELL FROM ETHO'S POV BUT MARTYN REALLY DID GET THE LAST HIT ON HIM I'M.

oh god you can't see it from Martyn's POV but. "Scott, it's not fair!" i'm going to throw myself off of skynet 2.0.

what is this fucking three way death negotiation. i feel sick.

SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. WHAT. WHAT WHAJAMXNCKKCNDMF

um. that + the end animation. i am lying down and i need to lie down. FUCK.

[tsui-no-sora]

I am on a talkative mood rn so yes have this <3

To be fair I am a lurker pretty much and I was so close to being a lurker with Karmaland too; the only reason I made a side blog was because I wanted to make a pun out of the url (Quackity with K of Karmaland - Kuackity).

I didn't see more than a couple of reblogs, maybe a tag or two in the future of that blog. I am usually nervous talking like in text cause I am not the most elocuent person nor the one with the best gramatic and wording.

But I think you were the one who made me want to become active, I just couldn't help responding to your takes and the back and forth of input made me so happy that I decided to invest myself in this of being active and voicing things.

Thanks to you I made a pinned comment (yes my example was your own, sorry), I started liveblogging (seeing you reblog my live blogs was special), you were my first ask (and probably the reason I have gotten asks since most are anons and you told me I had it off), I made banners cause I saw you made one, and so many little things.

Now I have 30 followers (is not a lot maybe to some but I was always on 2 in my main), a lot of posts, people reblogging content, adding their own, I have guides now, and anons with special names and so much.

I am sappy now, but thank you so much. I am so glad to be your mutual (you my first mutual too) and I am just happy in general to be able to droo here, or in your tags, or see you in my tags, in my asks. Just yeah 💜💚

-kuackity

Sorry I read this and then I re read this and then I read it again because I was freaking out I took screenshots of it so I don't lose this ask

You don't know how happy it makes me hear that me yelling back to the posts you wrote made you want to be more active I have never really been active in any fandom before except for one where it was literally just me and my irl friends posting for each other it's really difficult for me to get enough confidence and energy to post my fics and to post my analysis about things even now I still have so many posts on drafts because I get nervous and scared easily you are really like the first person I have interacted like this with ever

You are also the reason I even get asks and stuff now I have always been used to just sending them and lurking around but now I mostly get at least one or two asks a day you don't know how insane that is to me and trust me I get it 30 doesn't feel like a lot compared to other people but I had my main for about eleven years now and used to be really active on it and never got past like 10 followers and they were all irl friends so it is a lot

It's so cool being told you made the banners because you saw mine because I loved the banners you made and immediately wanted to use them and I inspired my own pin posts out of the blogs I looked up to the Liveblogs thing as well I got more interested in posting my random thoughts in real time because I saw you doing the same and I wanted to keep reblogging and interacting

I initially thought that posting about Karmaland was just going to be me yelling to the void with maybe one or two reblogs here and there you don't know how happy it has made me to actually have somebody to speak about my Minecraft series with and somebody to send asks and reply to posts back and forth to make theories and headcanons with it's really the best part of fandom

You are the first mutual on this fandom that I actually speak with consistently and I really love your posts and I'm glad I helped you get a little more confidence to share them with the world our community it's rather small but I like that it exists and we are in it you know it's really cool it warms my heart and you even got your anons with cool names

Thank you too for being such a cool person and hanging out with me in my blog I love hanging out in your inbox and in your tags all the time

[ashiemochi]

Hi Ashie! I got confused with your and Lyn😭 I wanted to ask you something about a post you've done. You sad you were wating for a laptop and that you would play RE6 and 4 on it. I was wondering, as my laptop is a little old and can't handle games, what brand and characteristics does yours have, if I may ask :3 thank you, and sending you a toon of hugs!!!!!!!😘

hi!! <33 i find it a bit funny that you confused with lynnie and I considering our very opposite themes ngl😭 but, since I don't understand LAPTOP NERD LANGUAGE myself, my brothers helped me around and picked one for me <3

laptop talk below the cut--

My current laptop is a ten-year-old Dell Inspiron 5520, it's not good for gaming like Resi games and it heats up pretty fast by just playing Minecraft 😭 so this type of laptop is not only outdated, but it's only suitable for desk/office work.

My options were an Acer Nitro Gaming Laptop and Asus ROG Strix Gaming Laptop

Here are their characteristics side by side <3

They're almost exactly the same, but ofc the Asus is better due to the hard disk size. Both run games very well (Including GTA V bc that game is one fat and heavy fucker-), you can look up how each run some games from light weight ones to heavy ones (I'm lookin at you GTA V). Meaning, both run Resi games very well and you can see leon's ass in HD <3

Here's games tested in Acer Nitro aaand Asus ROG

In terms of prices, Asus ROG is more expensive ($1,149.99) ((I mean, it glows super pretty and got tons of hard desk space)) but considering its characteristics and how well it runs, it's worth the price <3 It'll last you longer too! Acer Nitro is ($789.99) but I'd definitely recommend Asus ROG ngl sdjkfhsdj

In the end though, I didn't get either of em :') my brother went to buy the Asus ROG buuut it was out of stock </3 cries so he got me an Asus Vivobook 15 X571 (I couldn't find it on amazon 😭)

this chatty guy explains the whole thing better but basically, it's $1,226 and it practically is the same! This video is the same laptop after 3 weeks of daily use and it shows around how the laptop is in SIMPLE 'i don't understand tech language' <3 Personally, I wanted the Asus ROG bc yk, pretty keyboard lights but that's just my inner child loving colours :')

So, yeah! Those were the laptops that I've looked into <3 I hope I helped out a bit! I still don't understand laptops at all much but I'd say go for either Asus ROG or Asus Vivobook! Look for gaming laptops that are around $1,000 and above bc those are the ones that are better and last longer!

Another thrown suggestion is MSI Katana GF66 ($1,289.99 to $1,589.66 depending on the SSD thingie that I almost picked but didn't look too much into because they weren't found in my country </3

<3

[vanillann]

pancakes for dinner ii (spencer reid x reader)

part i

warning: swearing 

word count: 1.9k

“Spencer?”

Spencer turned around quickly. He stood in the middle of my kitchen with batter sticking to his cheek.

“Pancakes?”

The tone in his voice sparked up, causing it to crack. The roller bag was long forgotten in the hallway, my feet not stopping until I stood in front of him.

“You got my message,” I spoke mostly to myself but the comment itself brought a smile to Spencer's face.

“I did.”

Not another second was wasted, my lips crashing onto his. I felt like I was floating, like I was on cloud 9. The way his teeth ran over my bottom lip made shivers run up my spine, I felt completely helpless in the best way possible.

His hands grabbed both sides of my face, slowly bringing me farther away from his own.

“Wake up.”

Huh?

“Wake up (Y/N).”

The sight of Spencer was gone in seconds, the overhead light of the plane taken over my vision.

“Hiya sleepy head.”

I turned back to my right, Lizzie's smiling face was a nice sight, but I was so mad it wasn't Spencer leaning in for another kiss.

Well, dream Spencer.

God, dream Spencer was just as hot as real Spencer.

“We are about to land,” Lizzie said as she grabbed my phone from my hands.

“What are you doing now, calling my boss?”

“Nope, putting my number in your phone.”

I smiled to myself, watching as my new found friend typed her number quickly into my phone.

*

Spencer fell back into his seat, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked at the loads of paperwork on everyone's desk.

“I need to call Savannah,” Morgan spoke quickly, stepping off to his office, his phone in his hand before he rounded the corner.

The talk of a phone call bought Spencer mine back to the voicemail (Y/N) had left him, sitting in whatever inbox the stupid thing had.

He looked through the glass door, the sight of the BatCave door was enough to have Spencer standing from his chair.

He pulled his phone out of his front pocket, knocking on the BatCave door because it was always nice to respect people's private space.

“Enter.”

Spencer pushed the phone open, trying to figure out how to work this weird tech box.

“What’s up Boy Wonder?”

Garcia's voice was smooth, as always.

“(Y/N) left me a voicemail but I can't get to the inbox.”

Without another word Garcia pulled the phone from his hands and typed away quickly.

“Speaker or handheld?”

Garcia looked up through the frames of her thick purple glasses, reminding Spencer of his old art teacher from college.

“Speaker is fine.”

Spencer didn't want to hold that stupid tech box with thousands, 17,000 to be exact, to his face if he didn't have to.

Garcia did her classic dramatic tape, the sound of (Y/N) voice made it all worth it.

“Hi Spencer, it’s me (Y/N).”

The first thing Spencer picked up on was the edge of (Y/N) voice, did something happen?

Are they kidnapped?

God not again.

“I have a feeling you and the team are on a case or something so you probably aren't going to get this until Pen teaches you how.”

“Burn,” Garcia said, making a fist and fist bumping the phone screen.

Spencer rolled his eyes, the sound of a faint laugh sounded through the phone, a note (Y/N).

No.

Just no.

“Okay, um here goes everything.”

Garcia and Spencer made eye contact at the same time, both confused looks burned into their brow.

“I wanna eat pancakes for dinner with you, I know that doesn't make sense to you and all but-um.”

Okay, something was definitely wrong, someone had to have a gun to your head if you were talking in code or something.

“A stranger on the plane told me a crazy story about the love of her life-”

Love?

“-dying in a plane crash and eating pancakes for dinner and I realized that I can't keep acting like I don't want you.”

Garcia dropped the phone, quickly jumping from her chair to pick it back up and hold it in front of both their faces, The bright screen lit up both their faces, both sided eyes and full of awe.

“And right now I’m horrified that this will end horribly but right now I’m stuck on this plane and if it crashes or I disappear or some serial killer finds me-”

Please don't bring up a serial killer killing you, not again.

“-I need you to know.”

Both FBI agents were bundled together in the middle of the room, both faces glued to the phone.

Hotch opened the door to the BatCave, opening his mouth to speak but Garcia hushed him quickly.

Oh god, In front of Hotch!

“I love you Spencer Reid-”

Hotch even took as small a gasp of air, not as big as Garcia but still louder than Spencer.

“-I always have and I can't help it that I wanna eat pancakes for dinner with you.”

Hotch closed the door, walking deeper into the room. He stood beside Spencer,  his face still stern but the hit of a smile playing across his face, his dimples almost on full display.

“I can't help it that you might be the love of my life and I might die today-”

“No,” Spencer yelped out, Garcia quickly held a finger up this mouth and gave him a Hotch look.

“-so if you don't feel the same it's okay but I just need you to know, um yeah bye.”

The sound of a harsh click ended the call, but no one in the room spoke.

“Oh god, if you don’t marry her I will, you can be the best man if you want,” Garcia spoke at lighting speed.

“She called me the love of her life.”

Spencer couldn't focus on anything in the room except the tech box that (Y/N) perfect voice was just flowing out of.

“How about I take your stack and divide them through the team?”

Hotch laid a shoulder on his shoulder, breaking him from the daze he had fallen into.

“Here take my car,” Garcia jumped from her seat, handing Spencer here keys with a Minecraft character, maybe, hanging for the side.

Spencer grabbed the keys and left the BatCave within seconds.

*

I placed the key into my apartment, a small voice in the back of my head telling me Spencer would be on the other side of that door with pancake batter on his face.

I pushed the door open, keeping my head focus to keep my disappointment at bay. I clicked the lights on, finally looking up to see my kitchen completely empty.

I felt the sigh pass my lips, dragging the roller bag, which felt extra heavy now, to the side of my couch.

I looked over my shoulder, the clock on my wall making me want to cry.

2:35am

The time zone was off now and I couldn't sleep, the thought of work in the morning was what made a few single tears roll down my cheeks.

“I hate being old.”

My phone buzzed, my hopes that it was Spencer were gone when I saw Lizzie name pop across my screen.

Lizzie: home yet?

I typed a quick yes, shoving the phone back into my pocket, walking straight to the coffee machine.

If I was going to be stuck watching stupid movies until work might as well have some liquid energy.

The closer I got to the pot the sooner I realized that I had no more coffee beans.

Did the universe hate me, like really hate me?

I played with my keys between my fingers, the thought of running to the small supermarket down the street couldn't hurt.

I didn't think twice, walking back through the front door and closing it behind me.

*

I wandered down the coffee aisle, looking through the many selves of beautiful coffee beans. I grabbed my normal brand and turned left.

I saw the crowd of people standing around the exit, the thought of pushing through them right now made me cringe. I instead turned right, making my way to the other end of the aisle.

My phone buzzed again, I smiled to myself just knowing it had to be Lizzie since it was going crazy.

Lizzie: i think i should paint a picture of you

Lizzie: like with fruits on top of your head

Lizzie: looking like the hot ass human you are

I started to laugh until my head hit a hard surface, but definitely not wall hard. I reached out to the nearest thing to me. the feeling of soft yarn could be felt on my finger tips.

“I’m so sorry-”

I looked up, the sight of Spencer Reid's flusher face had my hand moving off his arm in seconds.

“S-spencer-”

“(Y/N)-”

The way his voice jumped three octaves made the nerves float from my body, just like his voice always did.

Suddenly the memory of the plane was crashing against the side of my brain.

Oh no, it’s weird it’s weird.

“You’re home!”

I watched Spencer's eyes dart around my face, his smile full of nerves.

I shook my head, my eyes going to focus on the white floor of the supermarket floor before something caught my eyes.

A box of pancake mix was held firmly in Spencer's hands.

Pancake mix, oh jumping Jehoshaphat pancake mix!

“Spence-”

“I’m more of a waffle guy but I’m willing to settle!”

The words came out rushed and for some reason his hands flew above his head, like he was going to get arrested or something along those lines.

The blush that was creeping up my neck was making my body feel hot, I nearly forgot there were people all around us in the supermarket.

“I’ll give up waffles completely if that's what you want-”

“How about waffles for breakfast and pancakes for dinners?”

I didn't know how the hell I said that so calmly, I felt like my body was going to explode.

The feeling from the plane came back when he slowly started to smile, the feeling of the clouds passing by at a slow pace.

“Yeah, good compromise. You’ve always been good with compromises-”

I watched his lips move at rapid speed, wanting to actually kiss him.

I wonder if it would be as good as dream Spencer?

His mouth didn't stop, I could even focus on what he was saying anymore.

Only one way to find out.

I grabbed his tie, crashing his lip onto mine, his lips sinking into my bottom lip from where he was talking.

I felt my eyes flutter close, the way his hand ran up from my shoulder to the side of my neck.

His tongue ran across my teeth before a loud cough echoed from behind me. We broke away from the kiss, I looked over my shoulder to see an older couple watching us, both giggle to each other.

“May we get around you both?”

I shook my hand, sliding to the side. Spencer's hand didn't leave the side of my face, my hand wrapped around his tie.

Both smiled, the women stopping themselves and smiling.

“Might want to clean that up.”

She pointed to the floor, the sight of a broken box of pancake mix laid messy across the floor.

criminal minds tag list:

@itsarayofsunshine

pancakes for dinner tag list:

@friendlyweirdobaby

[leagueofidiots]

Shigadabi, tad bit of angst but it's brief, death in game, set in current manga time for once lol

Based off of this post: https://leagueofidiots.tumblr.com/post/190065984843/leagueofidiots-lunarapocolypse

"I don't understand why you can't just play with Spinner," says Dabi. "I'm probably gonna suck at this."

"Never know until you try," says Shigaraki, starting the game up. "Besides, I trust your abilities. And even if you do suck, it'll be nice to spend time together for once." 

Dabi nods. "Fair enough." Since joining the Paranormal Liberation Front, their moments alone had been few and far between because of Dabi's habit of isolating himself when stressed and all of Tomura's new responsibilities. "What's this one called again?"

"Minecraft. It's pretty simple. You just try not to die and make stuff." He grabs his remote, prosthetic fingers clacking on the plastic. "Basic controls: mine, place, motion, direction, crafting menu, pause, map, jump," he says, pointing at various controls.

Dabi nods, catching about half of the instructions. "Yeah, okay. Uh...die how?"

"Just zombies and stuff. You'll figure it out." He quickly makes a world in normal mode instead of hard, per Dabi's request, named "my bf sucks", and starts up the videogame.

Once making it through the tutorial segment for Dabi's sake, Dabi says, " Okay, so first we should probably make a better shelter, right? I don't want to stand in a hole in the side of a mountain again tonight."

Shigaraki shrugs. "You can handle that if you want, I'm gonna go do something else. Meet up at this ugly tree at sunset, I guess?"

"Yeah, sure, okay." Dabi almost argues that building a proper shelter in one day should be a two-person job, but reminds himself that out of the two of them, Tomura's the gamer and definitely more experienced.

It does turn out to be simpler than he expected, not much more than digging down a tree for a door and digging up row after row or dirt. Suddenly he hears a wave of pathetic "meows", and glances in alarm at Shigaraki's side of the screen. " What are you doing?!?"

Shigaraki's hot bar is full of stacks of spawn eggs, which are rapidly being thrown down into a deep pool he sits in, the resulting cats floating up to a stone roof and slowly drowning. "Being more fun than you."

"That's not 'fun', you NEET, that's useless murder! Where did you even get those?!?"

Tomura chuckles. "You think I've been playing this long and haven't learned the cheat codes? Besides, you're the one that goes into alleyways to set stray thugs on fire, not me. At least mine's just pixelated cats."

Dabi rolls his eyes. "You could at least help me with the shelter here."

"It's a fifteen-by-eight two-story dirt palace, I don't think you need any help. Besides, it's a game. It's supposed to be fun. You're making this like one of Kurogiri's old---" He cuts himself off at the mention of his father figure.

Dabi glances at his boyfriend, slightly concerned, though he'll never show it. "Fine, keep drowning cats, see if I care. But at least come back with beds if you can generate stuff."

He nods, shooting off another few eggs. "Dabi, do you think we're ever gonna win this thing?" he asks, leaning onto Dabi's shoulder.

The man stiffens a little, but lets Tomura stay. "Yeah, I'm sure we can at least get something done. We've already had an influence, haven't we? I mean, All Might retired, there's been a resurgence in thinking like ours, and I don't think it'll just die down even if we do all end up dead or in custody. You've done good work," he says, continuing to place blocks onto their house.

"I hope it's worth it. I mean, yeah, we've done good things, but...I mean, first it was All for One. Then Magne died. Now Kurogiri. I'd hate to have to make any more sacrifices is all." 

He shoots another stack of spawn eggs down, then turns to his boyfriend. "How have you been since your fight with that Geten freak?"

Dabi groans. "He sucks. I'm fine. Burned the side of my face a little, but nothing so bad that Ujiko couldn't fix it."

Shigaraki nods. After a moment, he says,"How would you feel about a magma floor? It'd keep mobs out, might kill us if we're not careful though." He summons a stack with the press of a few buttons.

"Only if you let me place it. No offense, but I'm not sure you're exactly worried about survival based on the way you were murdering animals instead of helping me." Dabi says, finally done with their shelter.

"No, I wanna do it."

"Fine, I'll go get food. You could have at least drowned cows for food or something, geez." He was glad to have moved on from the heavier topics. Sure, it was kind of nice to have people to talk to about things like that, but he also didn't know how to. He doubted Tomura was any better at it, anyway.

"Alright, knock yourself out. Step carefully once you get back." The second Dabi passes over a hill on his quest, Shigaraki grins, and presses a few buttons in rapid-fire, the sky darkening instantly.

"Creep, I swear, put the sky back!" snaps Dabi, gently bumping Tomura off of his shoulder.

He snickers. "You were gonna have to deal with the mobs at some point. Don't worry, you're only about a minute from home."

Dabi huffs, and begins his return to the shelter. He cuts short when he sees a tall, black figure in his way. "What is this and how do I get rid of it?"

"Oh, that's an enderman. Don't worry, all you have to do is look at it right in the eye, it'll teleport away."

Dabi recognizes it as the thing Kurogiri was often compared to by both Tomura and Suichi, but decides not to bring it up. "That seems easy enough," he mumbles, adjusting his cursor to meet its purple gaze. There is a short yelp as the enderman nears to murder poor, trusting, innocent Dabi; and Shigaraki falls to the floor, cackling. Dabi was never playing this again.

[ender-earl]

Pt.2 Of Fundie Sims Playthrough: featuring Minecrafters

(Drug dealing, NSFW, and very long post)

This time around we're living with the Greens (aka Henry VIII and the princesses), but before I joined that household, I decided to throw in some mcyts into the neighborhood because I like drama. (But I'm turning off the Wicked Whims drama for them cause it'd make me uncomfy otherwise)

This of course resulted in me being a perfectionist. I spent over an hour on Quackity's face, and I'm still not happy with it. He looks like David Schwimmer to me. So far I only have Anime Techno (yes that's his name), Quackity, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

I made the last three children because, long story short, my mcc settings allow teens to have relationships with adults because my main save is a historical playthrough.

Judge me if you want, but if your sims have a 50/50 chance of dying of disease before hitting young adulthood, it's better to let them marry in their teens. Anyways, I ain't changin' my mcc settings for the children.

But after all that they'll just be background characters. I'll still invite them to church though cause why not?

I played them for a few minutes. Gave enough time for the welcome wagon to get there, and of course Snow White showed up, along with Cinderella, Irina, and Anakin.

Snow was pissed off and yelled at Quackity for no reason. Was kinda funny.

This exchange also happened. Was kinda messed up.

Besides that, Tommy and Ranboo immediately got along without me having to do anything. Not that I control anyone most of the time. I like to let them ruin their lives as they please.

Alright onto the Greens. Since this is a fundie playthrough I gotta make sure Snow and Cinderella have kids so I got that out of the way first. Then the welcome wagon showed up.

Henry hit it off with Quackity unfortunately; this world is beyond cursed. Hopefully he doesn't come over to the house all the time cause I don't need a repeat of last week.

Oh and in the fundie rules it says the Green family patriarch needs to be self employed. Well I have Basementals (the drug mod), and I've never played as a drug dealer so . . . Henry ended up selling weed to Quackity. He needs money alright, both his wives are pregnant!

My god this is cursed.

So Wednesday's here and I decided we're gonna have everybody go to church for church time. Quackity I guess decided to "do a sermon" at the microphone.

These three were fascinated. Also the Beard's decided to go do it in the bathroom of the church so um yeah that's a sin I think. Cinderella caught them. Do I banish them??? Like surely they have to be banished now.

I made her yell at them, but before she got to yell she peed herself in front of them. I think they have to be banished from the church. They gotta go.

I need a new Beard family now. They'll be called The Beard 2s.

Well church went terribly. One family has been banished from the church during the first service, Cinderella peed herself, and multiple people slept in the pews.

As soon as we got home Cinderella had twin boys. I named them Fred and George (couldn't help myself). Not long after, Snow White had a boy that I named Voldemort.

However it turns out I'm running out of money, so I'm workin' on Henry's weed selling skills.

Also Anakin is now flirting with Henry?? They have a slight romantic relationship?? I just can't with Anakin. I just can't.

Ranboo also showed up at some point and became friends with Henry. It's not right.

I called Malcom Landgraab (if you play the Sims 4 you'll know he's a bitch) to come over because he's one of Henry's weed clients and we need cash, and he ended up beating up Cinderella in the bathroom for money.

This is all too much for me.

Fast forward a couple of days and the babies have grown up. Fred and George are blonde cause this game hates me and refuses to cooperate, and Voldemort is kinda terrifying.

That's all that went down thankfully, besides the chaos of taking care three toddlers. Hopefully playing as Betty and Jughead isn't as disturbed.