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thought i had to join

when in doubt just ask a dog 

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A star has 5 ends, a square has 4 ends, a triangle has 3 ends, a line has 2 ends, but a circle of our friendship has no end. Send this to all your friends. If you get 5 back, you're a goodfriend. If you get 10, you're popular. If you get 15, DAMN I'M JEALOUS! (do the same if you are my friend) (Edit: If you get less than 5 back you’re still a great friend idk why they did the number thing on this meme.) (Edit 2: I don't care about the number thing if you get this you're a good friend ily 💙💙💙)

this right here, just made my day

thank you so much you are such an amazing human being 💛🤍💙💜❤️💚🧡

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me, a pansexual female thinking about my bi girlfriend and how people just call us lesbians: this makes me so happy 💖💜💙💖💛💙

Solidarity 💖💛💙 💖💜💙

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NDODNFF THAT WAS AMAZING

Checking It Twice

AN: WOOO this took a lot. Hope yall enjoy!

(Warnings: Remus, something close to depression, and a little tickling.)

Logan had gone over his lists for who got what present that Christmas. It wasn’t hard, since Patton had demanded a Christmas list from each of them, which the cat-loving side promptly hung on the fringe to display what everyone wanted. Logan had gotten everyone one or two of the items they desired, except for one.

         Sadly, one of the sides had made it onto Logan’s naughty list. Despite Patton desperately trying to get the logical side to change his mind, Logan’s decision had been made, he had checked his list off for this Christmas.

         “Maybe check it again?” Patton urged.

         “I am not the fictional character of Santa, Patton. There’s literally no need to ‘check my list twice.’ It’s set in stone. Remus gets no presents from me this year.” He crossed his arms, walking up to his room to dress properly for Christmas Eve.

         “But it’s not his fault!” Patton called after him before giving up and retreating to his room as well.

         If any of the sides were going to be on the naughty list for Christmas, it would be Remus. The fatherly side had tried to argue that Remus was the literal dark side of imagination and couldn’t help what he was. Logan countered that Deceit was at least putting in effort to not lie as often and to even add to a conversation without hindering it or changing it’s direction. While the few chances that was granted to Remus to change his behavior for the better, the duke had just taken advantage of their generosity, leaving them humiliated, angered, and even a few times, hurt.

         He had been constantly bothering them left and right, like the pest he was, and it had only gotten worse as Christmas neared. Walking in on them while they were dressing to tease them, constantly bringing up disgusting facts or conspiracies during dinner that made the others lose their appetite, especially Virgil. Pranking them to point of pain, not to mention the stuff he put on his Christmas list. Logan even had to look up a few of the items and cringed at what his computer displayed before deleting his cookies for that website.

         Logan had decided that even if he wanted to give Remus a gift for some reason, he wouldn’t be able to give him anything close to what was on his repulsive list.

         Roman had tried to convince him to change his mind, too, but it was a fruitless effort, the prince using the same debunkable knowledge.

         Virgil, Deceit and Logan had refused to give Remus a gift. Despite that, the evening had gone relatively well. Each of them had gotten what they wanted, plus a stick of deodorant. Remus didn’t really get anything on his list.

         At first, Logan thought Patton’s and Roman’s pleading were in fear of what would happen if the duke didn’t get what he wanted, since he had done terrible things in the past as a response to similar events.

         But something about Remus had piqued Logan’s curiosity that night. He wasn’t sure what it was, and he was never all that good at describing feelings, but Remus seemed calm down during the gathering despite his odd intensity leading up to it, and despite he got nothing he wanted.

         Late into that night, the teacher had just gotten done with his work and finally retired to go to his room. Even during the holiday, there were still things to be done, despite the others trying to convince him to take a break. Along the way to his room he passed by the doors of his companions, each playing their own Christmas song.

         Virgil was currently listing to the Christmas song from Nightmare Before Christmas, using some new headphones he got that night. Logan peeked in with a gentle smile and saw the purple side gently rocking back and forth, humming to the tune with his eyes peacefully shut.

He walked past Patton’s room next, and heard the fatherly aspect singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. When he looked inside, Patton was shuffling through pictures of Christmas past, singing the tune while bouncing in place, occasionally lifting the box smelling of Christmas to his face. Logan’s smile grew.

As he continued down the hallway, he heard a gentle hissing coming from the next room. He leaned in and saw a figure hunched over near a fire, wrapped in several dozen blankets with a hat peacefully sitting on an adjacent table.

         “Sssssince we’ve no placccce to go… let it sssssnow, let it ssssnow, let it ssssnow…” It seems even Deceit could appreciate the winter holiday, even if he constantly complained about the cold.

         Logan felt his smile growing even more as he walked past Roman’s dorm, hearing a deep elegant voice.

         “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know…” If anybody could reach those notes with such grace and elegancy, it would be the prince.

         Logan was almost content… almost. Until he realized he had one more room to pass.

         Even before reaching it, the teacher could hear loud speakers playing the remix version of “Jingle My Bells.”

Sigh.

He was scared to, but his curiosity got the better of him, and the logical aspect peeked inside. He was surprised at what he found.

Flashing lights, dozens of empty cartons of most-likely spiked eggnog, booming speakers, the disco ball… all of those were normal. So… what wasn’t?

Remus was seen on the floor, passed out with an odd sad frown on his face. An expression that did not compute well with Logan’s knowledge of the duke. The teacher was used to the crazy smile, the childish pout, and angry glare with eye roll… but, sad? Remus was never sad!

Logan noticed that with the duke passed out, no one would turn off the booming music coming from the speakers. He saw the stereo and carefully made his way towards it, stepping around all the eggnog cartons like landmines. Logan shut off the music and turned around quickly, part of him expecting Remus to be awake and ready to prank him, but the duke was still on the floor with that terrible expression.

It was then that he realized a book on a nearby table, opened and inviting him to read it. The dark blue side tried to resist the urge of his curiosity, but once again, it got the better of him as he found himself reading what could only be Remus’s personal diary.

‘December 25th, Christmas Eve,

 It still worked. Less so than in previous years, but it still worked. They still hate me. Roman and Patton have been trying to show sympathy despite me telling them not to! Roman knows what’s going down! I don’t know why those dorks don’t seem to get it, even with my pestering. Even ol’ double Dee nearly gave into their sentimentality.

Roman knows I’m supposed to be hated, yet he STILL tries to get people to-ugh- CARE about me. Dear Zeus, the thought of it nearly makes me want to swallow live wire again. It even, dare I say it, scares me. If they start caring about me, I will TRULY lose it. All these years of them casting me away, taking the insanity and darkness with me so they could all love my dear brother like we arranged… all for nothing?? Now they’ll accept me because they ‘changed their minds’?

There was once a time I felt love a long time ago, but it wasn’t meant for me. Pain is meant for me… despite how much I want it to stop- No. I’m going to make sure they always hate me, especially Logan. Virgil and Dee might give in just because they know what I’ve been through… they were there when it happened after all… but Logan’s too strong for that. Maybe not smart enough to realize, but hey- that enema’s got the only real leash on me.

I love it when he gets all angry and puts his foot down. Or when he rolls his eyes at me, oh ESPCEIALLY that long sigh of his. He’ll never know it, but it actually fills me with a sense of strange belonging. I’m doing my job RIGHT. I’m making him HATE me, like I’m supposed to. GOD, it hurts so bad. But it’s my purpose, so in a way… it feels so good… If my broken self could ever love again, Logan would be the one to receive it. AAAOOO, but I can’t. Neither would he want me to, I’m certain.  

Ugh, all this writing’s so boring, time to treat myself to some spiked eggnog and bleach.’

 Logan’s eye twitched. How could he have been so stupid? The answers were all there… He just didn’t see it. He thought Remus’s attitude was caused by an underdeveloped mind, when in reality, he was thinking on a deeper field than Logan was! Ironically, he suddenly wanted to make the duke feel loved despite what the note said.

He peered behind him, Remus was still out, his chest rising and falling steadily. Now the sad expression made so much more sense… what was this feeling Logan was experiencing? It was making him want to be closer to the duke. Feeling a need to apologize, or help him feel better in some way.

He cautiously walked up to him and reached his hand out to touch his face, not really knowing what he was doing anymore, but following a weird voice in his head. His hand gently glided against Remus’s cheek, and Logan felt a strange bubbly glow as the duke smiled a little. The teacher felt himself smiling too as his fingers wandered underneath Remus’s chin, scratching a little.

The mustached man giggled, squirming a little.  

“Hmhmhmhmhm… Thahahat tihihihckles…” He murmured sleepily, his light-hearted giggles giving a huge comparison to his normally manic cackles.

There was something sweet about his voice that the dark blue side had never heard before. Well, he knew that somehow, his fingers had made their way down to Remus’s neck without him realizing, making the duke laugh louder, but not enough to wake him up.

“Ah- Ahahahaha… Hoohoohoohoohoo…”

What was happening to Logan’s chest? The gentle sweet sound of Remus’s real laugh was making’s Logan’s ribcage feel heavy… was he getting sick? Did the duke trick him after all?

Remus started to scrunch up his shoulders, his smile getting wider and his face flushing.

“What the hell…” Logan couldn’t help but murmur. He had NEVER seen the duke blush, aside from the times he had gotten himself severely drunk. But this was kind of blushing was… cute… the duke was… cute?? Logan rephrased the statement/question multiple times in his head and it all pointed to the same answer.

Yes… very cute. The poor green side had been trapped in this position for so long that even writing his thoughts down were paradoxical and crazy. Logan felt a stab of pity for the duke, and knew that if he wanted to save him, (and maybe see some more of his cuteness) he would have to be subtle…

His brain moved from the confusing place of emotions to strategy, a much more comfortable place. He went to move away from the duke to plan out his ideas, but was surprised when he was yanked back a little.

While the teacher had been reflecting, the green side had latched onto his arm, desperate for warmth, and was NOT letting go…

“Uh-oh…” Logan tried twisting, pulling shaking, all to no avail. Remus had an iron grip on something he had wanted for so long.

An idea came to the teacher as he smirked, using his other hand to skitter at Remus’s side, ever so lightly, through the fabric of his sweater.

Sleepy giggles slipped from the duke as his body started shimmying away from the tickling feeling. “Nohohohoho…” His chuckles sent a wave of warmth through the teacher, and with a determined grin, his skittering turned into full-on scratching and squeezing.

Remus’s eyes snapped open as his hands released. “AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOPIIHIHIT!” He looked up to identify his attacker but… no one was there.

“Huh?” The mustached man sat up, looking around his room to find everything as it was, except his speakers were off, and his journal was shifted a little.

“Who in the name of Zeus would- oh, ooooh owie… here comes the headache…” Luckily, the green side passed out again before he could hear the snickering coming from just outside his door.

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The next morning, all the sides had a present under the tree for them from Santa. Remus wasn’t surprised when there wasn’t one for him, and tried to act disappointed and pouty, even though he was delighted to get what he deserved. He reached into his sticky, smelly stocking, surprised to find no coal. Yet, he found a…

“Ribbon?” He cocked his head as the chatter from the others in the background died down to gentle murmurs, watching him.

The duke followed the green ribbon to a present under the tree. His façade fell.

“Oh, come on!” He balled his fists. “Who on earth gave me a present?! Why?!” He turned around to find the others backed against a wall. “I don’t deserve it!” He raked his hands through his hair.

“Wh-why don’t ya open it, k-kiddo?” Patton stuttered.

Remus looked down at the gift, scared at the indication that someone cared for him enough to forgive him for all his terrible acts and still give him a present.

He unwrapped it and felt tears prick at his eyes when he saw it was an especially made, Pickle-Poo-Lawns with Extra Onions and Toenails Deodorant. He opened the cap and it smelled even worse than his own creation.

It was AMAZING.

He turned and looked at the others who were all as shocked as him, except for one tie-wearing side, who gazed down at him with a sly smile.

Oh… OH. Maybe Remus could love after all.

@did-he-just-hiss-at-me

@cefticklestoo

@all-my-fandoms-are-killing-me

@thestarswelcomemewithopenarms

@ollyollyoxinfree

@cooliofooliosanders

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more like a gob-limb

im sorry ill leave

Roman, holding Patton’s arm: I own both of Logan’s legs and your arm

Virgil, without looking up: Oh so you’re a limb goblin

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there actually is an amazing animatic of that exactly on youtube here by teardroppeddew, its really good i do recommend it

Ok. Imagine Deciet and Virgil in “Two Birds” by Regina Spektor. Now there’s some angst!

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i dont know if anyone still wants to be tagged but if not just tell me and ill take you off the tags list

@hickory-dickory-doc-k @invalid-author @bean-of-cheese

this is some more to this post of the volleyball au i made a while ago and i kinda want to add to it and hope that more people start liking it

•thomas is the coach and he loves coaching these boys and just keeping them all together

•joan is the co-coach basically, he pretty much helps with plays and paper work and stats and all that good stuff

•their team is called 'florida flies‘ they all have butterflies on their jerseys with each of their sexuality and/or gender flags on the wings

•all of the boys have lucky numbers and stick to them, the numbers are important as all of them have reasons for the numbers

•their colors are white and gold and it is romans absolute favorite thing

•while everyone wears white with gold names and numbers virgils jersey is gold with white numbers and letter, and he made sure the white was outlined so that you see it

thats all i have for now so i hope this actually ends up going somewhere and i promise ill actually start adding more

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this is some more to this post of the volleyball au i made a while ago and i kinda want to add to it and hope that more people start liking it

•thomas is the coach and he loves coaching these boys and just keeping them all together

•joan is the co-coach basically, he pretty much helps with plays and paper work and stats and all that good stuff

•their team is called 'florida flies‘ they all have butterflies on their jerseys with each of their sexuality and/or gender flags on the wings

•all of the boys have lucky numbers and stick to them, the numbers are important as all of them have reasons for the numbers

•their colors are white and gold and it is romans absolute favorite thing

•while everyone wears white with gold names and numbers virgils jersey is gold with white numbers and letter, and he made sure the white was outlined so that you see it

thats all i have for now so i hope this actually ends up going somewhere and i promise ill actually start adding more

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imagine the frog looking like this

Virgil, holding a fat frog up to Logan’s face: Name Him. Name Your Son.

Logan: Bongwater

Virgil: and so has he been baptized before the lord, 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

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#not safe for nachos

why remus so pale

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Wait what happened to Thomas Sanders???

Basically, Thomas Sanders (who, btw, is gay) used to be basically the celebrated Unproblematic Fav Uwu of Tumblr and Vine. Everyone loved him, everyone praised him for being inclusive and positive, making fun and unique vines that were appropriate and enjoyable for any age group.

Then one day he got an aphobic ask (I honestly don’t remember what this was even in response to, I think it was some really innocent one-off “I hope asexuals have a good day” type of post or something like that, idek), to which he wrote a long and sincere response that basically summed up to “Hey, that’s not a nice attitude to have, please take a moment to think about how other people must feel and why it’s so important to you to shut them down”

Within literal hours (and this is something I witnessed myself, I was online when it all went down), a smear campaign against him had started. Suddenly even people who had previously been huge fans of him were shit-talking him left and right, declaring him cringey, and grasping at straws to make “callout posts” for him. One popular argument I remember hearing was- And I shit you not, I am not making this up- He was a “pedophile” because he made videos for a family demographic and has a young-looking face, but was 29 or whatever and therefore “pretending to be a kid” or whatever the fuck. He even, gasp, made vines about high school, despite not being a high schooler himself! (Dan Green voice) That’s called “acting”, children!

His popularity never really recovered, and these days he’s mostly considered “cringey” by a large portion of the internet due to the main demographic most of his fans fall into, because you know it’s hip and cool to shame young girls and queer kids for the things that bring them joy.

So yeah, TL;DR used to be pretty well liked by the majority of Tumblr with nobody really having anything bad to say about him, expressed support for aspecs one day, immediately fell victim to exclusionist harrassment and is now at best considered just a cringey teenage girl thing.

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hey i want to do some rp cause im bored and sick

i will rp any ship and side

i love fluff

smut is good with me

angst is a no no for me

just message me with an idea or without one it doesnt matter

i cant think of anything else

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Name: Roman

Circus Title: The Magician

Age: 15

Nationality: Mexican

Languages: Spanish, English

Gift: Can perform illusion magic

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From the day Roman was born, his life was an uphill battle to live. Having lost his parents at a young age to drug wars, Roman and his twin brother Remus lived on the streets since the age of six. The two were very good con artists and good at pickpocketing. They quickly grew a reputation as the young Bonnie and Clyde of their town. 

While trying to steal from the local theater, the owner took pity on the two orphaned boys and gave them a job. Roman took up child roles while Remus was his understudy. It was the first place Roman ever felt at home. He loved the feeling of entertaining others and the attention it brought. Unfortunately, a fire burned the theater to the ground, and the owner didn’t have the funds to rebuild it. Once again, Roman and Remus were back onto the streets.

Instead of stealing, Roman tried to do street performances with the magic he picked up from one of the traveling vaudeville actors. He was rather good and caught the attention of Leila. She said she could make him even better. Roman explained the only way he’d join is if his brother could come too, and the two of them joined Leila’s crew. Leila asked Roman what he wanted more than anything, and Roman recalled the rush of excitement he got on the stage.

“I want to perform forever.”

Leila granted him his desire.

When Leila asked Roman to perform one of his magic tricks again, Roman was surprised to find the coin actually disappeared.  He searched every hidden compartment, but it was nowhere to be found. Roman tried it again and again. He never pulled the wrong card, he could make things disappear into thin air, and he could even make objects transform in front of people’s very eyes. It was the best gift he ever received.

When Roman woke the next morning, he was horrified to find his hands had disappeared. Roman ran to the mirror, and all he found was his clothes around his invisible body. Roman ran to Leila for help, and Leila told him to make sure his magic still worked. Roman did as she asked. The more magic he performed, the more of his body reappeared. Leila explained that if he stopped using his magic, he would disappear completely.

Now the boy who wanted nothing but perform would have to forever, just like he wanted.

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(almost forgot to post this here whoops)

Happy birthday to this v cool nerd! :D

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you can only reblog this today