#// halloween stuff makes me weepy

[mythcaels-a]

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 | @killedarlings asked: As if he wasn’t dead on the inside, he was now dead on the outside  —  in that the black and white makeup he wears had transformed him into a skeleton with sunken eyes and a many toothed smile.  White Lily examines himself in the mirror, at the pinstripe suit that he had collected in order to become Jack Skellington, before he hears footsteps and turns.  Su-bin is is dressed as Sally, naturally, with her bright hair now a shade of red to compliment the character.  “ Wow, ”  he involuntarily gasps, unable to stop looking at her as she gleefully spins around in her dress,  “ You look really pretty. ”  He reaches over to move a lock of her hair over to be parted properly before he offers his arm.  “ You ready to go? ” ( his first time celebrating halloween!! had to give them cute couples costume )

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 perfect for Halloween celebrations with him ( from the hair to the dress to the face paint and everything ). She was surprised by how much she liked the red hair on her, perhaps thinking she might make it a color she goes for with her hair in the future. Enough admiring her hair though, she had to see her wonderful Jack and let him see his wonderful Sally. She is nothing but pearly white smile as she appears before him because he is so hauntingly handsome and they make for such a perfect pair with their couple costume. She is so full of glee as she spins and twirls just for him to see her dress. She loves Halloween, it is one of her absolute favorite holidays right along with Christmas. 

She stops to get a good look at him and goodness, he really is so handsome even like this ( it suits him even ). She is so full of happiness as she bats her eyelashes at him when he tucks hair behind her ear.  ❛  Thank you and wow yourself. You look so handsome.  ❜  His arm is offered to her and she gladly takes it, leaning into him and batting her eyelashes up at him as she tilts her head back to simply admire his handsome halloween decorated features.  ❛  I absolutely am ready, my loved.  ❜

[scottpilgrim4everr]

I went to sleep at 7:30 because I had a migraine and now I can’t go back to sleep. I don’t wanna go downstairs and watch a movie or something because my folks are gonna think I���m up to open presents. (I stopped really caring about Christmas years ago. I just suffer from post Halloween depression these days.)

[ask-lock-shock-and-barrel]

question for mod, what gave you the idea to make lock a vampire, shock a banshee, and barrel a werewolf/northern lights spirit?

((Great question!! I'll put this below the cut since its a lot of words!))

((In general, the decision was based on me liking the idea that the trio were truly the spirit of trick-or-treat in that their costumes were just that: Costumes. They hide behind masks, and they keep their true selves private. And back before I even had this blog conceptualozed, I had a funny gag in my head of Jack summoning Shock for witch services as a last resort and that she milks his desperation for hours, only to then reveal she isn't a witch and taunts Jack for thinking her costume was real.

For Lock, the base reasons I made him a vampire were there were some design features of his I associated with vampires like his enlongated face and widows peak and sharp teeth. I also had been bingewatching "What We Do in the Shadows", which has a plethora of vampire comedy. There are also a few things about Lock that I haven't revealed yet which also influenced this decision, but you'll find out soon. All I can say is...there are a lot of different vampires out there...

For Shock, I just kind of tried to think of spooky femme creatures that werent quite witches but still had the 'magic and curses' vibe but perhaps a little scarier, and the lore of weepy grieving banshees was quite alluring. Especially since Shock's mask carries such a sad frown. Also being of Irish descent myself, I think banshees are cool and decided Shock deserved to have a cool 'monster'.

Barrel was half were-puppy in my thoughts almost right from the start. There's something kind of dopey and sweet about Barrel, even at their most malicious, and it reminded me of a wobbly puppy that is still trying to get its coordination together. Even their upturned button nose felt kind of puppy-like. Initially I had them as half ghoul too (and also like #14 of 50+ kids all named Barrel, with neglectful parents who never noticed them leave, but oh how things have changed huh), but then wanted to go whole hog on making them something different, but I wasn't sure what. I kind of liked the idea of keeping Barrel's whole deal a mystery, that their origins were perhaps way more intense and unusual than Lock or Shock, and then had the idea 'what if Barrel wasn't 100% descending from Halloween' and then thought about Christmas Town 'monsters'. I almost considered a yeti, but then went a little more original with a northern light spirit, since I could implement an idea of astral projection and dream hopping, and make Barrel something of a starchild. I actually didn't know about set folklore on northern lights until @hyenasnake told me, and there's now bits and pieces I'm implementing. I think in terms of creature stuff, Barrel is the most fun for things to come up with. I always love the 'quiet third wheel is actually the Strongest and Empowered' trope.))

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

I was kind of thinking of something, randomly, concerning TOY STORY 5. Perhaps the most questionable upcoming Pixar film, and animated sequel period.

And this kinda ties in with the whole news swirl about Disney execs mandating Pixar to tone down all the directors' personal quirks in upcoming features...

I think about how Pixar is sometimes presented, aesthetically. That star ball that first appeared in their debut project, the 1986 short film LUXO JR., seems to dominate their name. Red, yellow, blue, loud primary colors.

Almost synonymous, and not so much the individual aesthetics of the films themselves. I feel I see this in the parks, social media stuff, etc. As if a Pixar film is a genre: Kooky "What if?" premises, tearjerker moments, cuddly characters, "relatable" for "all". That new live-action/hybrid movie IF seems to strive to be "like" a "Pixar film", and I've seen plenty of other animated films try to do this too. It's like how "Disney animated movie" is sometimes pigeonholed as "fairy tale princess musical/once upon a time".

Someone on twitter also put it best, when describing why a film like TURNING RED was a welcome change of pace... Pixar was, for the longest time, films for dads, by dads. And yeah, that tracks. John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton, Pete Docter, Lee Unkrich, Brad Bird... The directors whose original films are often considered the "true" Pixar films, the foundational films at that... They're dads, and their lives as dads absolutely informs many of those pictures.

And you look at TOY STORY 3 and TOY STORY 4 in comparison to their relatively looser, even somewhat '90s edgier predecessors...

... They reflect Lasseter/Stanton/Docter/Unkrich in their near-middle age. Those films are visually a lot more vibrant, warmer, and while still very humorous throughout, they have a cozier vibe that's absolutely SMOTHERED in emotion, big damn goodbyes, sauteed in those signature Pixar cry juices. "When She Loved Me", but the whole damn movie. The young and edgy energy of those guys in their 20s and 30s vs. a more mature adult phase. I feel you can see this in their other films made during the 2010s, like INSIDE OUT.

And the 11-year gap between TOY STORY 2 and TOY STORY 3 really cements that, for good reason. Time passing and real life essentially informed the story, and it was the just-right mixture that really hit it with audiences. The story wisely played up that cozy nostalgia, the weepies one would get when the baby birds finally leave the nest... and the filmmakers gave the gang the proper send-off. But because of how it wore its heart on its sleeve, for some, TOY STORY 3 seemed like the perfect ending even though it definitely left things open for future adventures with Woody and Buzz and Bonnie's toys.

And for a little while, some short films and TV specials filled that gap quite nicely. Short little adventures, and the characters being fun and funny for a little while. TOY STORY OF TERROR! is the best of those, in my opinion. Felt much more '90s TOY STORY, a straightforward story that didn't have a mini-goodbye in it or some massive emotional moment. Halloween aesthetics, nighttime motel setting, horror movie homages. Good stuff! TOY STORY THAT TIME FORGOT, by contrast, kinda goes for that at the end when the Battlesaurs are being played with. Which makes sense, really, it was a Christmas special.

TOY STORY 4 arrived nine years after TOY STORY 3, and is much similar in tone and quite similar visually. It's still pretty, vibrant, and sunny, and it still reflects that "we're much older now" vibe. More sentimental, packed with those big emotional moments and an ending that Tom Hanks and Tim Allen reportedly couldn't bring themselves to record their voices for. A big goodbye, but this time, for Woody. I think for some people, that felt like overkill after how emotionally heavy Part Tre was... when TOY STORY 4 could've just been a feature-length TOY STORY OF TERROR!-type adventure... Which, funnily enough, it was going to be at one point... Upon its announcement in 2014... One iteration was a peculiarly weird story about one of Bonnie's cousins swapping the heads of Woody and Buzz. Sounded very experimental and different, a complete 180 from the tone of TOY STORY 3. This is probably what was being worked on for a 2017 release, but after a lot of writer changes and delays, it became TOY STORY 3 Redux with Woody saying goodbye to his lifelong friends and going off with Bo Peep. I personally quite like the film, myself, so this is more an observation than a knock. It ended Pixar's 2010s the way TOY STORY 3 started them.

So with that, I feel a lot of the reactions to TOY STORY 5's announcement a year ago (in addition to reminders that it's in the works) stem from the thought that we're going to get - 7 years after TOY STORY 4 - yet another movie like this. How many more goodbyes can there be? How many more losses? How many more hyper-emotional adventures? The ongoing "we say goodbye to our kids"/"softer middle age" era of the old Pixar guard, many of which are off doing other things now. It's really only Docter and, to a lesser extent, Stanton, nowadays. The last two of "Team TOY STORY", as I like to call them - because Brad Bird came to Pixar after the fact, and was the only outsider for a while who got to direct features.

But what if... What if TOY STORY 5 wasn't that? And it theoretically goes back to the core essence of the original? You look at the original TOY STORY, released in 1995 and its 1999 sequel, and you compare them to 3 & 4... What if TOY STORY 5 circled back to that kind of simpler buddy comedy adventure? With less of that cozy vibe and more '90s in presentation? With all the clever wordplay and character stuff? That doesn't have to be a bad thing. The original TOY STORY may not have the goodbyes and "feels" of TS3/4, but it launched everything for a reason: It's still a rock-solid, sharply-written buddy comedy in the vein of the films that inspired it, like THE ODD COUPLE and MIDNIGHT RUN. That's what helped it stick out in a sea of Disney musicals and the imitators. Maybe just that, TOY STORY as it is on the tin, works out? It'd be like their ABBEY ROAD, in a way. No tricks or gimmicks, it's just straight up TOY STORY. Could be a fresh new way to revisit those characters and not have to "top" the endings of 3 & 4. Maybe it could even be a midquel set in between 1 & 2, or 2 & 3, or 3 & 4. How Woody and Buzz are back together remains to be seen, unless the movie follows two plots and they never meet up. Or do very briefly. I dunno, Bonnie and her family go on vacation and they cross paths for a moment and have a brief "old pals" hug? Again, we'll see...

Either that, or they could straight up SPIDER-VERSE/PUSS IN BOOTS 2-style reinvent the whole thing in a wild, dynamic new way... So that it doesn't feel like a stale chestnut, a moldy oldie anymore.

But we'll see. This is from big bad Disney after all, and that new interview seems to indicate one thing... And maybe at D23 in August, we'll hear something about its storyline. It is certainly one I'm keeping my eye on, though...

[froggibus]

it’s time for obey me christmas,, u can pick whoever but i am holding u at gunpoint for mammon to be in there somehow ok ok thank u bye

Obey Me! + Christmas

Includes: Mammon, Levi, Beel, Belphie

Genre: fluff headcanons!

Word Count: 650

Summary: how would Christmas Day go with the boys

CW: fluff, mammon being a bastard (affectionately), levi being a crybaby, beel force feeding you?? belphie being sleepy + kinda suggestive (levi's)

thank you for the request my liege I hope it is up to par. also thank you for feeding my christmas brain rot..we’re skipping halloween this year and going straight to christmas. also I have horrible Leviathan brain rot rn oops

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Mammon:

definitely the type to shake all of his presents before Christmas 

gets everyone the cheapest presents ever too 

enjoy your keychain and pack of gum

he lowkey spoils you tho

like half the gifts under the tree are for you 

definitely wakes up at like 5am on Christmas morning like a little kid 

“darlin’ wake up”

try to ignore him and go back to sleep? that’s ok he’ll just drag your ass down the stairs 

ranks the gifts he gets based on how expensive they are and keeps that list as a guide for shopping next year 

hits the rum and eggnog a little too hard and gets kinda weepy towards the end of the night

“y/n you’re the best gift I coulda ever asked for”

will deny it the next day though

Levi:

also would shake all of his presents (but very carefully in case there’s any figures in there yk)

is still awake early but not nearly as early as Mammon 

weirdly thoughtful with his gifts??

like will get you something that the two of you can do together even tho it’s probably something he’s interested in lol

wants you to sit in his lap while you open presents and will whine if you try to move 

“but y/n we have to spend the holidays together” “and that means I have to be touching you at all times??”

immediately retreats to his room after opening gifts so he can play with his new stuff 

you try to get him to spend time with you but mans is hyper focused on his new game 

so you just end up going to hang out with his brothers in the kitchen and get sloshed off of rum and eggnog

of course this ends with Levi being a whiny jealous brat until you give him special attention 

Beel:

could care less about the presents tbh

if you wrap them too nicely tho he can and WILL try to eat them

lucifer def makes some kind of weird breakfast casserole for Christmas 

and Beel only wakes up once he smells that cooking 

even though he doesn’t really care about them he still gets you a gift 

probably something really sweet too like candy

he uses the holidays as an excuse to eat absolutely everything in sight 

but also wants you to try everything with him so he can spend time with you

will just be force feeding you bites of different fancy foods he bought specifically for Christmas 

doesn’t matter if you say you’re full 

“baby you just have to try this it’s so yummy”

there are no leftovers because he just eats them all once everyone is done 

he carries you to bed when you inevitably fall into a food induced coma 

cuddles you and rubs your tummy all night

Belphie 

MATCHING PJS!!!

like he would get you them to unwrap on Christmas Eve so you guys could wake up all cute n matching on Christmas 

he sleeps like the dead but he’s so excited that he’s actually up before you??

he gently shakes you awake even if he is really excited 

would probably bring his blanket downstairs and wrap you guys in it while you sit on the couch together 

he’s very sleepy and cuddly since he was up early so expect him to be resting his head on your shoulder/lap

would get you something you hadn’t even told him you wanted cause he just knows from your dreams or whatever 

you’re really emotional about it too 

once gifts/breakfast is done he’s back in his room to take a nap

you come with him tho even if you’re not tired and just lay your head on his chest

he manages to stay up pretty late for you

you guys just play board games with the family until it’s time to go to bed

masterlist

[corvidaedream]

I don't wanna go to work today. I wanna lay here in my soft comfy favorite shirt (that has a logo on it so I can't wear it to work) and my slippers eating this grilled cheese I made and just... not move...

[quillyfied]

(For Racket’s 13 Days of Halloween, prompt: bones! I don’t usually write and post on my phone but I had an idea and it struck me as a good one soooooooo here it is. Might clean it up later tonight, definitely will be making an AO3 story with all my art and writing for the month. Anyway. Enjoy!)

AO3 link

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“Crowley. Crowley, look.”

Crowley grumbled and snuffled and rolled over, facing Aziraphale in bed. Aziraphale, who was wearing a flannel nightgown and matching cap, and who was also holding Crowley’s mobile, beamed at him. Crowley squinted.

“What are you doing?”

“I was doing some research about—well, doesn’t matter what,” Aziraphale said brightly, “and I discovered the most delightful news story—look!”

Crowley took the phone and waited until his eyes adjusted to the brightness to read it.

“The Lovers of Valdaro,” he read aloud, then skimmed the rest of the article. “Morbid, Aziraphale.”

“Oh, but isn’t it just romantic?” Aziraphale sighed. “There they are, two humans locked in an eternal embrace—”

“Their bones are, anyway,” Crowley yawned. “Seems like a practical joke with a five-thousand-year payoff to me.”

“A joke!” Aziraphale cried, and burrowed down into the bed to be eye-to-eye with Crowley, who was studying the picture. “Crowley, really, it’s—can you not imagine how—how serendipitous it is, that these two young people so cared for each other that they were buried together, and even all these many thousands of years later, humans can’t bear to separate them?”

Crowley frowned at the picture. Then he frowned at Aziraphale. Aziraphale’s wide-eyed starry gaze didn’t dim a single watt.

“Does it not make you wonder,” Aziraphale said softly, “if perhaps...if you and I might not be afforded a similar fate?”

“What, to die young and be buried together?” Crowley snorted. Aziraphale took one of his hands and planted the gentlest, softest kiss on the back of it, the kind designed to melt his essence into a vaguely snake-shaped puddle, by Crowley’s estimation as he tried to breathe.

“If we might not be allowed to love so long and so well as to be remembered,” Aziraphale murmured. “If, when the planet is dust and the universe burnt out, if the atoms that make up you and me might not be bound together in the void for eternity.” Aziraphale’s mercurial eyes caught Crowley’s and shone all the brighter, by some trick of light Crowley had never got the hang of detecting. “If our love, as old as it is, isn’t still in the infancy of its infinite existence, and one day someone will unearth some aspect of us and recognize how deeply we cared for one another.”

“Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time,” Crowley croaked from memory, and nearly went blind in the face of Aziraphale’s weepy smile. “You’ve been at the poetry again, angel.”

“Maybe,” Aziraphale said, and snuggled into Crowley’s chest, cap and all, and Crowley held him and stroked Aziraphale’s cheek. “Perhaps we can go visit the exhibit. See if we knew them.”

“Unlikely,” Crowley said, his thumb swiping gently over Aziraphale’s lips, “but what’s the harm. Let’s go look at old bones.”

The kiss bestowed on him would have powdered his heart, had he not been made of stronger stuff. As it was, Crowley was hard-pressed to remain firmly corporeal when Aziraphale took the liberty of procuring a print of the Lovers of Valdaro for their bedroom. Crowley supposed it could stay. Skeletons were spooky. Big spooky fan, him.

[five-rivers]

Reaching Back

This is a trade with @gally-hin-phantom!  The prompt was the headcanon that Sam and Paulina used to be friends when they were kids.  Enjoy!

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At four years old, Samantha Manson already had a finely developed sense of when something was awkward. This? This was awkward.

The other girl sat across from her, staring at the table, her hair pulled into severe braids on either side of her head. She picked at her food. Samantha had already forgotten her name.

Samantha glanced at her mother, sitting next to her. She was discussing something with the other girl's daddy, her hands moving around like hummingbirds. First they touched her pearl necklace, then the edge of her plate, then the fork, so she could take a quick bite, then the napkin, to clean her fingers and lips, and finally Samantha's shoulder.

Samantha hated it when her mom was like this. It was so- so-! She didn't have words for it.

Something hit her knee, and she jerked her head around to glare at the other girl, who gave her a rather devious-looking smirk. Samantha scowled. She was quite proud of her scowl. It never failed to make her mother stop when she saw it.

The girl turned to her father and said- Something. Samantha couldn't understand it, and that made her angry. She knew a lot of words! Grandma said so. even Dad said so.

Well, 'angry' might have been the wrong word, but her vocabulary had yet to extend to more complex emotions.

"English, Paulina," said the other girl's father. "We are not at home."

The girl, Paulina, pouted.

"You need the practice, love. Ask Mr. and Mrs. Manson."

The girl sighed and turned to face Samantha's parents. "Can Sammy and I go play?" she asked.

"Of course, dear," said Samantha's mom. She patted Samantha's head. "Stay in the living room where we can find you."

"Okay," said Samantha, sliding off the chair. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Paulina, but she didn't want to be at the table anymore. Besides, she'd learned how to play with people she didn't like and still have fun. She had to, since her parents insisted on inviting over the most boring people ever.

At least Paulina wasn't going to be boring.

"Hey," said Samantha, "what were those words you said before?"

"Huh?" asked Paulina.

"Before. With your dad." Samantha poked Paulina in the side, and the other girl giggled.

"You mean Spanish?" The girl puffed her chest out. "It's my native language. But Daddy wants me to learn English."

"Oh," said Samantha, brows knit together. She'd never heard anyone speak another language, except for Rabbi at the synagogue. But what Paulina had said sounded a lot different than what Rabbi said.

"What do you want to play, Sammy?"

Samantha scowled. Only her mother called her that. "That's not my name," she said, crossing her arms.

"It's a nickname! You can call me Lina. Or Pauli, I guess."

Samantha considered this. "Fine," she said. "But then we've got to play evil tea party."

"What's that?"

"It's a tea party, but evil. I get to be Maleficent!"

"Oh, from Sleeping Beauty?"

"Yeah," said Samantha. Maleficent was her favorite, because she turned into a dragon.

"Ooh, ooh, then I want to be," Paulina bounced for a second, thinking, "I want to be Ariel! She's so pretty!"

"But she's not evil," said Samantha.

"Then I'll be evil Ariel."

"Okay," said Samantha. She walked over to her toy chest and pulled out the plastic tea set her parents had given her. "So, the first thing you have to do at an evil tea party is an evil laugh."

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"Hey, Sammy," said Paulina.

"Ugh," said Sam, leaning back against the banister.

"What?" asked Paulina, sitting at the top of the stair. "Nice dress, by the way. Is it new?"

"Yes," said Sam, picking at the floral embroidery. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," said Paulina.

"Don't call me 'Sammy' anymore. Mom's finally completely ruined it. I mean, I'm not a baby anymore!" She kicked the stair.

"But what would you be called instead? Samantha? I thought you didn't like that, either."

"Sam. Samantha is too... weepy."

"What happened, anyway?" asked Paulina.

"Mom called me 'Sammykins' in front of my whole class. I can't wait 'til third grade when I can go to a normal school like a normal person."

"It's not that great."

"Yeah, but you're there, and maybe I can get away from all the people who just want to make nice because of money."

"There's always going to be people like that, as long as they know you have money," said Paulina. "Or if their parents know."

Sam blinked. There was something to that.

"Oh, no, don't give me that face. The last time, you almost got me banned from the zoo forever!"

"It isn't like that!" protested Sam. "I was just thinking, what if they didn't know? How are they going to find out, if nobody tells them? I'm the only one in my who wants to transfer out. You'd be the only one who knew, and you wouldn't tell, right?"

"Well, yeah," said Paulina. "That sounds like a hard secret, though. You wouldn't be able to have anyone over at your house."

"I wouldn't invite anyone over until I knew they were my friends for real," said Sam.

"Sammykins! Come down and meet your guests!"

Sam rolled her eyes at her mother's voice. "They're not my guests," she grumbled.

Paulina bumped her foot into Sam's. "At least I'm here, right?"

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Paulina finished her section of the reading, and the teacher thanked her before choosing a new reader.

"Can't even talk right," muttered one of Sam's new classmates.

She turned around in her seat. "Huh?"

The redhead looked her up and down. She could practically see him slot her into the 'new kid' box in his brain.

"She shouldn't volunteer to read if she can't even talk right," said the boy, plaintively, with just slightly more volume.

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The three day suspension was totally worth it. That'd teach him to talk like that about Sam's best friend.

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"I declare our friendship over!" shouted Sam.

Paulina sniffed. "Fine!" she shouted back. "But I get Danny!"

"Fine! That means I get Tucker!" Sam grabbed Tucker by the back of the shirt and dragged him away.

Paulina dragged a shocked-looking Danny off in the opposite direction. They disappeared behind the play structure.

"Uh," said Tucker.

"Shut up!" said Sam.

Recess ended.

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"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," said Sam.

"Me too," said Paulina. She rubbed her eye. "Are we friends again."

"Forever!" said Sam.

"Girls are so weird," muttered Tucker.

"At least we can hang out again," said Danny, digging his elbow into Tucker's side.

"Hey, we're trying to have a touching reunion here!"

"Yeah!" said Paulina.

"What were you two even fighting about in the first place," asked Tucker. He raised an eyebrow. "Was it boys?"

"This is why you don't have any other friends, Foley," said Paulina.

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"Next year," said Sam, "we'll be in middle school." It was the last day of school, and the field day events were starting wind down. Danny and Tucker were still at the dunk tank, trying to soak each other.

"Yep," said Paulina. "It'll be different."

"Yeah," agreed Sam. "No more recess."

"More than that," said Paulina, with a little snort. She tucked her legs up so that her heels rested on the wooden planking of the play structure. "Do you think we'll be different?"

"I hope so," said Sam. "Mom promised I can pick out all my own clothes this year, and I can get my ears pierced." She tugged on her lobes.

Paulina sighed. "Jealous. Daddy won't let me until high school. But that's not what I meant."

"Then what?"

"We won't let anything get between us, will we?"

"No way," said Sam. "You watch too many teen movies, Lina." Sam climbed up to the top of the play structure and spread out her arms. "What would we even fight over, anyway? Boys? Makeup?"

Paulina laughed. "Gosh, no. But, like, drifting, that's a thing."

"I promise you, if we stop being friends it isn't going to be because of drifting. We'll have a giant blow out, or something. Like way back last year."

"What were we even fighting about?"

"I don't know. But I bet it was stupid."

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"I think Danny has a crush on you," said Sam, pulling on her stockings. This Halloween she was going as Wednesday Addams.

"I know," said Paulina, scrunching her nose.

"What wrong? I thought you wanted to start trying to date?"

"Yeah, but not with a friend," said Paulina. "That would be weird. What if we broke up? We wouldn't be able to hang out anymore."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, it would be weird, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe," said Sam, shrugging.

Paulina sighed. "I mean, I guess Danny's cute and all, and he's trying to learn Spanish, which is like, you know, a gesture, but..." She trailed off and laid down on Sam's bed.

"You think Danny's cute?"

"I guess? Like, you know, a bunny or something. What about you? You thinking about dating? I know some guys are checking you out." She made a face at the last sentence. "You're pretty."

"So are you," said Sam. "But, dating? Gross. No way. Do you think they'll stop if I shave my hair off?"

"Sam."

"No, really. I've been thinking about getting an undercut."

"You're unbelievable."

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"I can't believe your dad is sending you away for a month to learn about girl stuff." Sam mimicked his deep, gruff, voice for the last two words.

"Yeah, well, Mom's not around, so Tia Carmen it is." She stuck out her tongue and folded another pair of jeans into her suitcase. "Don't worry, I'll be back here in time to rock eighth grade with you."

Sam smiled. "I'll miss you."

"Come on, you'll have those two idiots to keep you company."

"Not Tucker so much. You'd think I shot his dog or something." Sam rolled her eyes.

"He'll come around, don't worry," said Paulina. "A friendship isn't going to be ruined over going vegan."

"Yeah. Hey, let me take a pic of you before you go! It can go in our scrapbook."

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"Just because we're not friends anymore doesn't mean I'm going to spill your secrets," said Paulina. "So you can get down off your high horse and calm down." She pulled paper towels out of the dispenser with a violence that would have startled her at any other time.

Sam slouched against the bathroom door, arms crossed. Her purple-black lipstick made her skin look washed out and pallid. The overhead lights didn't help.

Sam could do so much better.

Paulina pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. She didn't mention it. Sam wouldn't appreciate it. Hadn't appreciated it, even though Paulina was just trying to help.

Didn't Sam realize that being in charge, being on top was so much better than being laughed at? Didn't she realize that if they had worked together, they could have pulled Danny and Tucker up with them, too, despite how weird they were? Tucker had skills, and Danny was, well, once you got past his weirdness, he was pretty charismatic.

But only if Sam helped. Paulina didn't have enough pull by herself, no matter how pretty she'd learned to make herself over the summer.

Of course, Sam didn't realize, or if she did, she didn't care. Fundamentally, Sam was selfish and self-centered, and Paulina had always known that, she had liked it, but she hadn't thought it mattered.

"Fine," said Sam. "Not that I care what you do. Just stay away from me."

Paulina didn't cry as her oldest friend stomped out of the room. It would ruin her mascara.

[medievalfangirl]

I was tagged by  @geekandbooknerd  and  @nxrdist  - thank you both! xo

Rules: tag ten followers you’d like to get to know more

Name: shushhhhh it’s a secret

Star sign: Virgo

Gender: Female

Height: 5′9″

Sexuality: Straight

Wallpaper:  

Lock Screen: i’m in it with some of my friends so i’ll keep that to myself ;)

Where do you see yourself in ten years: Living somewhere with an excessive number of adopted dogs and horses, within delivery range of dominoes pizza. 

If you could be anywhere else right now, where: I’d be asleep in my bed because its nearly 6am and I’d love it if my brain would just let me sleep

What was your coolest Halloween costume: So one year I decided I was going to be a girl who was murdered in her sleep. Sounds kind of dull but I went to this party decked out in slashed-up fluffy pjs covered in fake blood- I was definitely the most comfy person there!  

What’s your favourite 90s tv show: Fresh Prince of Bel-Air! I love early Will Smith stuff. 

Have you ever been stood up: Not that I remember?? And I think that’s something I’d remember forever haha. 

Have you ever been to Las Vegas: No but I’d love to go!

Favourite pair of shoes: Thigh high black boots, I loooooooove them. 

Favourite fruit: fresh watermelon 

Favourite book: so many! At the moment I’m loving The Book Thief (the movie was meh but the book is beautiful), The Tattooist of Auschwitz (it’s based on a real life love story and it’s utterly heartbreaking an heartwarming at the same time), and The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks (again an entirely true story that will make you SOB). I love a good old weepy! 

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: the list is endless oh my gosh. one time i forgot to write my name on my university exam paper, i had to go to the moderators after and be like hey i’m a bloody idiot can i put my name on the one that’s blank? tah 🤦‍♀️😂

Favourite gif: please enjoy this selection, all credit to original posters 

^I’M MELTING FASTER THAN THE RING IN MOUNT DOOM OMFG^

I tag: (I’m sorry if I tag someone who’s already done this!)

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[maraschinomerry]

I posted 1,592 times in 2021

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#and then the next day i got to see them filming endeavour and i cried so the pizza hut waiter was really nice to me bc i was alone and weepy

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

No way! You're not sewing buttons in my eyes!

Happy Halloween pt. 1

7 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 13:14:56 GMT

#4

Ignore my messy wardrobe in the background but I finally managed to get myself some less feminine-looking summer outfits and seeing them on has made my brain go !!!!! in the best way

7 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 20:09:26 GMT

#3

The ADHD self report: are you easily distracted?

Me, having filled in half a section and immediately taking a break to play with my phone: sorry, did you say something

14 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 11:59:08 GMT

#2

I saw Free Guy today because I didn't feel like The Suicide Squad or Black Widow and it was so much better than I expected??? Like I looked at the ratings in advance to make sure it wasn't gonna be super bad and it absolutely deserves the 95% audience rating bc it was just good fun! Like clever and well-executed premise, good build up, snappy comedy moments, appropriately placed references, interesting characters, taika waititi going nuts, jodi comer (and with very cool hair that I want)... I kind of want to see it again now

15 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 19:44:48 GMT

#1

My doctor: <praises how well I filled in my symptom forms>

Me (to myself): This is great. I'm going to get a good grade in diagnosis, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

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[pinkdiamondprince]

EriRose, EriRox, EriDirk, and EriDave

Yeee!!

Ialready did EriDirk here! Anyways:

EriRose

1. How domuch do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

2. What nonsexual activities do they like to do together?

Share wizardfanfiction.

3. Who doeschores around the house?

Honestlyneither of them.

4. Who’s thebetter cook?

Rose, aslong as she remembers to follow a recipe.

5. Who’s thefunniest drunk?

Eridan. Rosedoesn’t touch the stuff anymore.

6. Do theyhave kids?

Yeah I cansee it. And they probably have really complex names like Ignatius and Amaranth.

7. Do theyhave any traditions?

Roseprobably has all these full moon or Halloween rituals she ropes him into, andhe insists on doing something romantic on Valentines day.

8. What dothey fight about?

Which wizardis the best. Also, aesthetics.

9. Whatwould they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

Rose: Oh mymy. Are these some things you would want to try, dear?

Eridan:*Incoherent screaming*

10. Whocried at the end of Marley and me?

Eridan. Rosecalled him a child as if she weren’t completely in pieces on the inside aswell.

11. Whoalways wins at Mario kart?

Rose. Eridanaccuses her of hacking. Somehow.

12. Onething I like about this ship?

They wouldbe reckoning and ruin to their enemies, and snarky bastards to each other.

13. Onething I don’t like about the ship?

I worrytheir playful ribbing could get out of hand.

14. The songI would say fits them?

Hm maybeNearly Witches by Panic! At the Disco. Imagine them doing some fancy ballroomdance to it around a big mansion.

15. Anotherheadcanon about the paring? (Free space)

They comparestyles and schools of magic and together are this terrifying awesome force.

 EriRox

1. How domuch do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe /ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

2. What nonsexual activities do they like to do together?

Cuddle andwatch wizard movies and read wizard stories. Or target practice.

3. Who doeschores around the house?

They both doit, once Roxy showed Eridan how.

4. Who’s thebetter cook?

They’re bothdecent. Maybe Roxy’s better as long as she doesn’t get to “creative”.

5. Who’s thefunniest drunk?

No drinkingin the EriRox household.

6. Do theyhave kids?

Yes and theyhave names like Zazzerpan and Hermione. Their bedtime is never and they can eatall the sweets they want.

7. Do theyhave any traditions?

Probablystuff like marathoning harry potter on Halloween.

8. What dothey fight about?

Roxy: Heydon’t kill that dude.Eridan: But I wanna kill that dude.Roxy: Don’t kill the dude.Eridan: Can I kill him a little?

9. Whatwould they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

Roxy: DaaaawEri check this out.Eridan: I never look that happy.

10. Whocried at the end of Marley and me?

Both ofthem. Hugging each other and sobbing.

11. Whoalways wins at Mario kart?

Roxy. She’sa pro and Eridan doesn’t even get the charging before the start thing.

12. Onething I like about this ship?

EVERYTHING.Roxy would set Eridan on a better road and guide him and Eridan would be there forRoxy when’s she’s down or heartbroken or just needs a wizardy pal to be withand they’d be badass and ride or die for each other.

13. Onething I don’t like about the ship?

I worrysometimes it falls into the “woman fixes broken man” trope so I try tocompensate by Eridan being there unconditionally for Roxy and obviously wantingto give her the best that he can and just generally trying to be a betterperson for her sake.

14. The songI would say fits them?

You AreEverything by Matthew West

15. Anotherheadcanon about the paring? (Free space)

They just,care so much about each other and would kick the ass of anyone who talks a wordof shit at them.

EriDave

1. How domuch do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

2. What nonsexual activities do they like to do together?

Listen tomusic and play video games.

3. Who doeschores around the house?

They’re bothkind of terrible about that, but somehow make it work.

4. Who’s thebetter cook?

ProbablyEridan. Dave just eats hot pockets.

5. Who’s thefunniest drunk?

Dave getsreally philosophical and Eridan just gets all weepy. They cling to each other.

6. Do theyhave kids?

I can seeDave secretly wanting kids, but feeling like he shouldn’t or worrying he’llmess up. They eventually get one and Eridan doesn’t know what he’s doing buttries his best.

7. Do theyhave any traditions?

Giving eachother at least one really awful article of clothing every New Years.

8. What dothey fight about?

What’s ironicand good taste. Also Dave insults his wizard stuff and Eridan gets mad, butthen they make up.

9. Whatwould they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

Dave: Awbabe we’re adorable.Eridan: Why do you have a mustache in this one?

10. Whocried at the end of Marley and me?

Both ofthem. Dave tried to hold it in but it was just Eridan who was already bawlinghis eyes out so he felt like he could.

11. Whoalways wins at Mario kart?

Dave. Hethinks Eridan’s enraged screeching is cute.

12. Onething I like about this ship?

Gotta lovetwo emotionally repressed boys navigating their way through love.

13. Onething I don’t like about the ship?

I’m a littleworried Eridan says mean stuff sometimes and Dave makes jabs but deep down they’resuper sensitive so that could be a problem if they don’t talk about it.

14. The songI would say fits them?

The KidsAren’t Alright -Fall Out Boy

15. Anotherheadcanon about the paring? (Free space)

They write slampoetry together.

Thank you for asking!!

[dreamlogic]

hey charlie i just remembered a thing and i thought i should tell you. i've been following you for years, like since i first started learning about trans stuff and reading your posts helped a lot, particularly one about like you and your mom making matching halloween costumes which i think was probably the first time ever i heard another trans person talking about having a positive relationship with their parents and it all really helped give me the courage to come out. So thanks, friend.

OH NO ANON IT'S BEEN SO LONG I HOPE UR STILL OUT THEREthank you so much for taking the time to send this!! it means a lot to me that my transition story can help anyone in whatever way, and i hope coming out went/is going well for you!also i showed your ask to my mom and she got a little happy-weepy. she's worked really hard since i came out to learn & outgrow her internalized bullshit & i'm super proud of her

[becoming-one-family]

It was a fairly eventful and still relaxing weekend. I realize every weekend I get a little closer to slipping and telling him I love him. He’ll say something, or give me a look, or make me laugh really hard and it’ll almost come out, thankfully I’ve fairly good about catch myself. I think we might both be doing that, though. I’ve felt like I’ve caught him catch himself a couple times. Like this weekend when I was leaving his place I was talking about how I get weepy when I’m driving back up north because I miss him and he hugged me super tight and kinda laughed and was like ‘I love’ and then paused for a half a second and picked up with ‘it’. So I’m either reading into it too much or neither of us want to be the first to say it.

Anyway, the weekend recap!:

Thursday work was super super slow, like we barely had 30 kids show up. And there was 6 staff, so that’s obviously too much. Albeit, 4 of those staff were 1 on 1’s for some of our special needs students. Then it was me and the other care giver. She had her club that day so it was no question that she was staying but I wasn’t sure how good leaving at 3:45 would be for D so I texted him seeing if he’d be good if I left then, but he didn’t respond in 5 minutes and I got anxious so I took over for one of the 1 on 1’s so that he could go to a study session. Then D texted the sooner the better. Great timing on my part 🙄 luckily the kid I was watching is one of my favorites (he’s got CP and he’s the happiest, sweetest kid in the world I swear.) and his mom normally comes between 5 and 5:30 so it wasn’t a long wait. She got there around 5:20 and thankfully I’d be smart and gotten gas before work and everything so I hit the road as soon as I clocked out.

When I was maybe 10 miles away D texted and said to meet them out back. He’d set up a fire, H was hanging around in the tent with their rescue kitten. We hung out out there for a little before H had to go to bed and D and I retired to watch Shameless. We’re so hooked on that show, highly recommend if you haven’t seen it yet.

Friday morning we woke up, D got H ready for school and took her, and I ran out and got Dutch Bros (it’s a fairly west coast coffee chain. Started in Oregon, they’re all over AZ and California too, but I don’t know exactly where else.) because I have a coffee addiction and needed it bad that morning. We didn’t do too much the rest of the day, except I went to a doctors appointment that David had scheduled. Talk about feeling domestic, I don’t think I did that ever with my ex and we were together for like 3 years.

Once we got back we got ready and went to a high school football game, something I haven’t done since I graduated high school in 2015. Which means I hadn’t been since 2014 because that was the end of football season. So H, D, his dad, and I all did that which was pretty fun.

Saturday we got up and went to a local parade. Once we got back we look for a trunk or treat thing to take H to, because Halloween is no longer like it was when I was a kid and spans a whole weekend as opposed to just one day. The one we went to was pretty lame so we went to the park after. H wasn’t wearing the right shoes, so I let her borrow my flip flops so she could go play around and D was a supportive boyfriend and also went around barefoot with me. After that we went home, watched a movie, and played Uno. H got bored with that after a while and started drawing and D and I continued and I kicked his butt, which was super funny. Then we went back and watched more shameless. And he made me listen to a Meatloaf album that’s his favorite album and he’s just too cute sometimes.

Sunday morning I had to leave to my parents house. They were leaving that evening with my grandparents to Barcelona. So I hung out with them, got lunch, and eventually saw them off. Then I hung around my grandparents house a little longer so I could explain some stuff to the dog sitter. After that I left for my place back up north.

Now I’ve been home for 24 hours, and I’m still super sad. I always have a tough time leaving. That’s the struggle with being in a healthy relationship, I guess. I’m not excited to run back to isolation. And D always does something that makes it even harder for me. He shows me he cares in the sweetest way. Like as I was leaving he handed me a little to go breakfast with an apple and orange and string cheese and some carrots so I’d have something to eat. That’s stuff I’m not used to. I’m not used to being taken care of and it’s so refreshing but also mildly uncomfortable because I’m having to change this whole mind set. Allowing someone to care of you when all you’re used to is caring for others is challenging.

We’re also opening up a lot more. He told me more about his previous marriage, his divorce, past relationships, past life. I also divulged more of those details of my life to him. About the abuse and other shit. This entire relationship is so different for both of us, I think it’s both of our first healthy relationships, which is so crazy to think about. It’s so good, though. I have a really good feeling about us, the way we talk to each other and about each other and our concepts of life. I know I’ve said I met the right person at the wrong time because I didn’t think I was ready for a relationship again when he came into the picture, but I think he was the right person at the right time, really. I’m amazed by everything that’s happened.

Friday evening I’ll be heading back down, and I believe that we’re going to have a little staycation at my parents house since they’re out of the country. We’ll see, though.

[yaminerua]

I was rewatching Thriller earlier for like the bazillionth time and then I started remembering back to when 10 year old me went to my primary school’s halloween disco. I think I was attempting to replicate the way Michael looked in the video for The Way You Make Me Feel. Only I looked kind of terrible cos I was just using whatever I had and the shirt wasn't even the right kind of blue.. Lmfao you tried, past me. Anyways, I guess I was kind of known at school for being That One Kid who’s way into Michael Jackson. Like it was well established by that point and everyone in my year was well aware of and highly amused by it so I got made fun of a lot for it but I had tougher skin back then and could brush that shit off much easier. Didn't really make it easy for myself for being really fricking obvious about my obsession either. Ive never ever been subtle about anything I love. Anyways since it was a Halloween disco obviously the inevitable happened which is that Thriller got played and my classmates were all like lol hey Lauren do a dance. Man I knew I was kind of shit at dancing but like I said I was a tougher cookie then than I am now and I had confidence then that gradually got bullied out of me but the point is I had it once. So when the opportunity came to do a little dance I was like heck yeah. And I probably at the time didn't even realise everyone else was just laughing at me but they formed a circle around me on the school gym hall floor and let me do my embarrassingly bad attempts at dancing and at the end of the night the DJ guy called me up to the stage and gave me a box of maltesers chocolates for being a 'wee star'. I still have a photo somewhere if me posing with the chocolates at the end of the night. I had fun that night. Really had fun. And even tho everyone was probably laughing at me making a fool of myself, in the moment I felt cool, I went for it and got a box of chocolates as a result. The bullying became pretty relentless in the time afterwards so gradually I stopped being as confident. It kind of wavered. Sometimes I didn't care and just went for it (like when I entered the school talent contest trying to do an MJ song and nearly hit my teacher with my shoe when it came flying off my foot in an attempted kick of the leg dance move lmfao) and other times I got overwhelmingly self conscious and chickened out. I didn't go to the Halloween disco the next year because I had become too self conscious. My parents were at the disco tho with some other parents who'd volunteered to help with food and drinks and stuff. And my mum and the neighbour across the street both told me that when it came time to play thriller again the dj had remembered me from the previous year and was all 'where's that wee Michael Jackson girl?' My dad still brings it up sometimes pfff. I felt embarrassed at the same time as regretting not going. I wish I'd gone to more school dances/discos but I became super self conscious and missed out on a lot. I'm still fond of that memory tho because in the moment I had a lot of fun;;;; the picture of me that was taken back then also years later got submitted into a mosaic of the This Is It promotional image of Michaels silhouette built up of thousands of pictures of fans showing their love after... Well... You know. I think my picture in the mosaic was placed somewhere near his legs but I can't remember exactly. It meant a lot to me to be able to be a tiny part of a tribute to him. I went into more detail about it in a Twitter ramble a few nights ago but gosh he was really such an important pillar of strength for me during my younger years, especially through everything that was happening at home. Dancing, even if I was never good at it, and singing to his songs provided an escapism I sorely needed and honestly could probably benefit from going back to now. And regardless of what people believe or hear about him, I genuinely felt that his love and care for children was real and genuine and sincere and that he would never hurt a child. It felt like, even tho I didn't know him and would never know him personally, he was there for me and for all the kids going through awful stuff, be it in their homes or communities or anywhere. It made it feel like even though I couldn't talk about it to people, and had to endure all that shit in silence, that there was someone out there who would care if he knew. Maybe it sounds silly. I don't really care how it sounds. It was important to me when I was small and it gave me so much that I really needed that I couldn't get anywhere else. his death still hurts 9 years later. It's going to be 10 years next year and I am never going to be ready for that. It literally felt like the world just stopped and it still feels like yesterday when I settled down to sleep in this very room and my brother came up the stairs to break the news. I can still remember how hard I cried. I cried solidly for hours until i passed out. I'd always in some way hoped that maybe one day I'd be lucky enough to meet him. To say what I'm sure he probably heard a thousand times in a thousand different ways about how important he had been, how positive his impact had been for me as a child and ever since. That can never happen now but.. Ahh;;;; Someone recently had commented about how next year will make it 10 years since that awful day and I guess it just. Triggered something in me. I hadn't been very outspoken about how much I love the guy because people would always be shitty about it and I was afraid about what people would say because I got bullied relentlessly for it in both high school and primary school but honestly. Fuck that. I don't care anymore. He was important to me and he still is and I'm not going to shy away and pretend that isn't a fact. Genuinely tho...... I'm genuinely 95% certain that if I'd just had the same space now as I'd had to just go and dance til I dropped and sing til I cried as a kid to get out all that was happening inside I'd maybe be a little less fucked up. It was cathartic then. Therapeutic and honestly i want to get that back. Just. Lock myself in a room for hours and get completely lost in the music and then come out of it feeling... Better. Lighter. I don't doubt that maybe if I'd been able to do that when I was going through what I was going through in 2011/12 I might have come through that abuse a little less broken and suicidal but who knows. Maybe not. I'm where I am now and I'd like to think there's still a little hope that things can be alright. This house doesn't have the space nor the privacy tho to do any sort of dancing. Doesn't even have the right kind of floor to spin around on like the old house did before its renovation in like 2008. That and I'm also laughably out of practice and super unfit so I'd probably die like halfway through a song when I used to be able to go on for hours before I got tired. Aaah... One day maybe I'll get to see if that old magic can still help me like it did then. For now........I should probably sleep instead of getting weepy and nostalgic.

[transantisepticeye]

8, 36 and 38 for the antihedron boyes??? :3c

aaaaa thank u ghostie!!!!!! i really really like the movie questions they made me thing of all of them havin group movie nights…………… i wanna draw it

8. Likelihood that they’ll cry at a sad movie

the least likely is marvin!! he has seen So Much. Too Much. he’s the least likely to cry about anything at all, because chances are he already knew about it

the only movie that anti has cried during is Venom and no, he would not like to talk about it, fuck off

jameson rarely cries during sad movies, even if they do make him sad. he’s not much of a weepy type

henrik cries at every movie that involve animal death, and surprisingly, a significant amount of pixar animated films. he’s very stoic about it, and always remembers to bring a few tissues with him if he thinks the movie could be sad

robbie does not watch sad movies. they get him down pretty easily, but he handles pixar films better henrik does.

for a superhero, jackie cries really easily about movies. testosterone has made it harder for him to cry, so whenever something does make him teary he tends to let it all out at once. movies that deal a lot with familial relations are the ones most likely to make him cry

resident weepy dad chase has to have a box of tissues with him if there is the fucking POSSIBILITY that a movie will be sad. or really happy. a lot of strong emotions make chase cry. he’s a little self conscious about it, but he’s glad he’s been able to use that to teach his kids that it’s okay to cry about stuff!! letting out emotions is good and healthy and just because he’s bad at it doesn’t mean his kids have to be

others under the cut bc i talk so much!!!!!!!

36. Tolerance for scary movies

it’s extremely hard to get jackie to watch a horror movie. most of them have at least one trigger in them, and even if it’s thoroughly vetted he still doesn’t like spending his down time getting scared. 

marvin just straight up doesn’t like horror movies. he doesn’t like gore, doesn’t care about thrillers, and loud jumpscares startle and disorient him badly. he’ll pass.

chase doesn’t frequently seek out horror movies, but he likes psychological horror a lot and usually checks out new ones if they get good reviews. he enjoys watching really really bad ones with schneep, every so often they get smashed and pick apart everything bad about a movie and its great

around halloween, jameson likes to watch old classic horror movies. he thinks that looking at the origin of the genre is a lot of fun, and can handle a fair share of scares, but it’s not something he seeks out too often.

robbie has seen worse gore looking at himself in the mirror. jumpscares get him a little bit, but he thinks horror movies are pretty neat, or at least silly fun.

“Scheisse, Marvin, you jumping like that scared me more than that cheesy scream!” “This is some of the most inaccurate gore I’ve ever seen.” “You really didn’t see that coming?” Henrik is either the best horror movie buddy or the worst, depending on what you’re in the mood for. typically only the best of the best get to him at all, and he’s watched most of them already.

anti has the best tolerance but also isn’t allowed to watch horror, because it gives him Ideas.

 38. Ability to flirt

none of them can flirt because i have no FUCKING idea how flirting works

okay but like honestly uhhhhh marvin, jackie, and anti think that going “boys. Hot.” “MOOD!” “you’re damn right” is basically flirting, right? they’re disaster trio. they couldn’t pick up a date if they tried.

robbie, chase, and jameson are a bit better at it than those chucklefucks, but most of the time people think they’re flirting because they’re just generally polite and nice to people

henrik is the only one who can legitimately flirt, and i may not know precisely what that looks like, but i know he does not use that power for good