#...it may be January but i already want to go as him for halloween (and thus conveniently have a costume of him for any other opportunities

[sideways-hedghog]

i cant tell if i'm Like This in part because i listened to all of muffins several times at the age of 13 or if i listend to muffins because i'm Like This

either way, i think that fact says a lot about me

[merbear25]

Experimental w/ Law (NSFW)

MDNI!!! +18

CW: smut, although based on a yandere quiz I took, it isn't yandere themed, bondage, vaginal penetration, creampie, afab!reader, light choking and slapping, slight female degration, rough sex, takes place in an abandoned asylum so there's mention of some equipment being used on reader.

A/n: I was inspired by my results from this quiz on Quotev. Wanted to make something that was more NSFW (of course changing other parts a little bit, too) Idc if the quiz is centered around Halloween and I'm writing this in January! It's always Halloween in my heart <3

Inspo: Your One Piece Yandere Horror Story

Despite having been on your fair share of adventures with the Heart Pirates, you still had yet to be paired up with Law. It was purely by chance that this was your first time one-on-one with him on a mission. You'd already shared pleasant conversations and been able to get to know each other on board the ship. You both seemed to like the other's company.

Having spotted the somewhat small egnimatic island in the distance, Law's curiosity was peaked and interested to thoroughly explore it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but nonetheless, you'd been slipt up into groups to cover more ground.

Setting his sights on a white building peeking over the treetops, Law suggested the two of you search around its grounds. You saw no reason to protest, so you gladly journeyed along by his side.

When you both reached the building, its decrepit state was more than apparent. You hesitated to follow Law up the short flight of stairs to the main entrance. Looking back at you, he uttered, "Come on." Briefly maintaining eye contact, he broke it and continued through the rickety doors.

A sudden chill krept up your spine and made you hurry towards him.

"Didn't take you for such a scaredy cat," Law smirked over his shoulder.

Your cheeks grew rosey from slight embarrasement. Puffing out your chest a little, you strutted next to his side, "Being cautious is not the same as being scared."

His huff was the closest thing to a laugh you were going to get out of him.

Even though you were both checking the downstairs thoroughly, there didn't seem to be anything worth taking. You came across a few empty rooms with suspicious scratches on the walls that peaked your interest, though. Then, you both stumbled into what appeared to be an office. Thumbing through the files, you turned to Law and informed him of your suspicions, "These files are all of patients." He merely raised an eyebrow at your discovery. "They state each one's reason for being admitted." Looking down at the files you'd grabbed, you felt a twinge of sorrow.

"There's no use getting upset over what happened here," he went back towards the door, "It's all in the past and can't cause anyone any more harm."

"Somehow the room feels colder with you in it," You meekly responded.

Shrugging your comment off, he continued upstairs.

Not far from the railing a rusted sign down the hall caught both of your attention. Without having to bring it up, you simultaneously walked in its direction to check it out.

Forcing the door open, firstly your gaze settled on a dusty metal restraint table, then darted to the needles, pliers, and scalpels surrounding it, having once taunted those who were unfortunate enough to be made a spectacle of.

"This is more like it," he nonchalantly threw out and strolled past the equipment.

Slightly taken aback by that, you tried to regain your composure to avoid any more accusations of being a 'scardey cat'.

He touched the leather cuffs at the sides and your eyes met for a moment before averting his eyes back down to the cuffs. "Get on," coolly instructing you.

Leaving any fear you may have had at the door, you stepped forward trying to redeem yourself and reclaim your bravery. Gingerly easing yourself onto the contraption, your nerves started getting the better of you, shown by the tremors in your limbs.

The sight of your brave face being accompanied by shaking arms and legs was hard for him not to faintly chuckle at - he saw the glare you shot at him as a small price to pay. "It's not going to break," he reassured you while grabbing the side of the table and rocking it back and forth, "See? It's good quality. Not even that rusty."

Internally screaming and cursing this man to high heavens, you were far too stubborn to back out of this now. You laid down and before you could even finish asking 'now what?' he'd strapped your left arm down. "Don't move," he ordered. You watched him intently as he secured the rest of you and promptly locked the wheels in place. When he came up to the right side of you, he told you, "And don't worry. This'll be fun." Without any warning, he fastened your neck to the table.

Goose bumps were appearing from the cool metal prickling your skin and the rising and falling of your chest accompanied them. You barely had time to comprehend what'd just happened before he grabbed a scalpel and was admiring it. While he was tenderly pressing the blade against the tip of his index finger, you taunted him, "If you plan on using that on me, then I'd hope you have a tetanus shot to follow up with." A smirk reappeared on his stoic face and he bluntly asked, "Would you ever have sex in a place like this?"

Trying to convice yourself more than him at this point that you're brave, you huffed, "Sure. Why the hell not?" Your shrug went unnoticed. You decided to ask him the same.

Looking down at your form, a 'Might be fun' traveled past his lips. He hummed softly while tracing the curve of your hip and waist. You couldn't tell if your heart excelerated from the metallic touch or his. Which ever it was, his fingers found their way to your inner thigh. Gently squeezing the flesh that was so carelessly left exposed to the elements, his stare kept fixated on your expression. Trailing further up your leg, Law's fingers followed the lining of your panties. Your lovely cheeks were becoming more flushed and your delicate lips were quivering. With a bit more pressure, he ran his middle finger up and down your folds, which were still being concealed behind thin fabric. Finding your already swollen clit with ease, he ruthlessly toyed with it.

When the longing in your eyes became unmistakable, he eagerly yanked your panties down, swiftly pulling them down to your ankles. Wasting no time, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into you and after a couple of rough, fast paced pumps, his thumb persisted in tormenting your most sensitive spot.

Unable to freely squirm from the rush coarsing through you, you were reduced to whimpers and jerky thrusts in a desperate attempt at meeting his pace. You whined when you felt his hand pulling away from your needy pussy. A swift slap colided with your sweet spot and you drew in a sharp breath.

"Don't get ahead of yourself now." His other hand caressed your face. "I need you to understand who's in control here." Inching his face closer to yours, his focus shifted from your eyes to your lips. "Got it?" You nodded in agreement, but that wasn't enough for him. Your cheek received a firm slap and was hastily grabbed again, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Say 'Yes, sir.'"

You choked out his demand and were rewarded with Law's lips harshly meeting yours. His hand now gripped at your silky locks on the back of your head. As the kiss deepened, the other regained control over the lower half of your body.

Breaking away from your liplock, your breaths were harmonizing in desperate low moans. Your body still squirmed as if it was begging to be pounded mercilessly. Tightening his grip, his hand was now trapped between your clenched thighs, and he sighed in contempt, "Your cunt is throbbing." He tugged his belt loose but his hand hovered around his zipper. "Tell me how much you want it."

Lust overcame you, your chest felt hot, you couldn't deny him even if you tried, "Fuck," your hips bucked upwards, "I want you to fuck my cunt so badly. I need you to punish my throbbing pussy now," a sly smile appeared across your lips, "Please, sir?" You batted your doe eyes at him.

It seemed he couldn't get his pants off fast enough. Practically shredding the top half of his wardrobe off, he then swiftly climbed on top of you. Ripping your top and bra low enough, exposing your perky breasts and erect nipples, he just took a moment to admire their beauty before shoving his face in between their valley and softly twisting their peaks. Licking his way to the top of one, he sucked on it, fully allowing himself to bask in your beauty. He did so all while jostling your skirt up to your waist, leaving your most private areas completely bare.

You were just getting accostomed to his mouth when a sudden pain made you yelp. Law was holding your dainty nipple between his teeth and flicking the top bit with his tongue. Smirking up at you, he lunged himself forward, now towering over you. The tip of his cock twitched as it patiently waited to enter.

He leaned into a kiss and you hungrily plunged your tongue into his mouth, not even noticing a hand reaching over and behind your head. Your neck was forced back down, causing your breaths to be uneven. "This seems to have been loosened." Nipping at your nose he pulled away again, "That's better."

As he was repositioning his hips, you anxiously awaited the sensation you'd been chasing all this time. However, you couldn't have anticipated the sheer shock of him penetrating so agressively. Swirls of pleasure were muddled with pain, leaving only the restraints for you to brace yourself. Inspite of the twinges of pain being plundered into you, your wetness was fully coating Law's thighs.

The grip of the leather around your soft throat was harshly rubbing it. However, the uncomfortable pressure left your mouth parted and your eyes fluttered. Your body was tensing up, preparing you for climax. Your moans were growing louder and your hands struggled to find the much needed support from their leather confinements.

He was gracious enough to fuck you through your first orgasm of the day. It would've been far too cruel to pull out right as you were crossing that finish line. Though, as soon as you finished, he pulled out, leaving your body feeling like a hollow mess - aching to be filled once more. You whined in confusion, since you couldn't really see what he was planning for you.

You then felt the straps around your ankles fall off completely and his strong hands placed them on his shoulders. Before you had a chance to call out to him, he muzzled you with your own panties. Repositioning himself, you ended up being bent in half with his hands on either side of your head, gripping the top corners of the table.

No warning was given. He forcefully pushed past your swollen folds, granting him more dominance over your spasming slit. Your cries were still audible, but he loved hearing them being stifled by your dirtied lingerie. "You're such a slut, huh?" Although he was barely able to hold back his own moans, he couldn't help taunting you when you were in such a tempting state of vulnerability. "Gonna make you cum till you can't fucking see straight." With each seductive word, he showed no signs of letting up.

Tears were streaming down your temples, your hands still failing to firmly clutch to anything, your moans progressing into provacative screams, all of which were leaving Law in a state of pure ecstasy.

"Gonna stuff you full of cum, 'kay?" He'd been pumping so furiously, he could hardly speak, instead tiredly panting out to you. Nodding earnestly, you tightened around his length, encouraging him to drain his balls into you. With just a few more passionate plunges kissing your whomb, he offered every last bit of himself to you.

Catching your breaths was going to take a while. Gathering your barings was going to take even longer. The smell of sweat, bodily fluids, and musk surrounded the two of you and was far from dissipating, since the aroma of lust still had yet to be lifted.

Looking at your tear stained face, Law swept aside the dampened hair on your temple and kissed you with the first gentle one all day.

[xplrvibes]

some people on twitter are getting really mad at colby for apparently ‘ditching’ shea for his new girl saying shit like oh he led shea on and now he’s pushed her away lol

they’re fully acting like he’s committed an awful crime like why are they cancelling him 😭

(side note - i’m actually, whole heartedly convinced that half of the fandom genuinely hates colby and everything he does fills them with rage lmfao)

This is going to be a one and done, on this topic. I don't like Shea, don't like what she's doing. Never did like her, as you all know, because she has been an absolutely awful and manipulative bully and generally trash person over the years and I don't want her taking up too much space on my blog because of it.

But I felt the need to just put this out there before I move on, so here we go, behind a cut for anyone who doesn't want to hear it lol.

You know, I find this whole "taking Shea on her word all of a sudden" thing interesting.

According to Shea, they had a 10 year (even though he was still living in Kansas 10 years ago) "on-again, off-again thing" that was "mostly just talking" and was "never official," although it was "almost dating, but not official" for 2 years (even though there hasn't been a 2 year period where Colby hasn't been at least seeing someone, if not hooking up).

She doesn't seem to know any of his friends and not a single one of them follow her on socials - in fact, most of them unfollowed her several years back. Of particular note is the fact that Sam, after all these years of her being Colby's future wife, still hasn't followed her back...but has followed several of the other girls Colby's been linked to over the years, including M.

She never seems to have a clue about what is going on in his life and has been promising (and not delivering) fans content with Colby for years now - including her telling everyone that her and Colby were going somewhere to film a documentary in January of this year when Colby had already told everyone on xplrclub that he and Sam were going to be in Vegas or in Texas filming in all of Jan and then in Australia for most of Feb. She promised to have him on one her streams on a day when he was actually in Hawaii, then another day when he was actually in Kansas visiting family.

She hasn't been invited to a single party or group gathering of theirs since 2019, save for one time when she visited Colby and Sam in Las Vegas - which came across as very awkward, given the above.

She complained about never getting invited to snc's Halloween parties - you know, the ones that have 500-1,000 invitees and snc have claimed include an invite to every single person they know and are friends with? Yet Colby's soul mate gets left on the list somehow, 6 years running?? (One year he had four different past flings there at once. But the future Mrs. Shea Brock just didn't make the cut somehow)

Oh, bonus: she once told a gc full of her fans that Colby asked her out, but she turned him down because she valued the friendship too much. Funny how those turns tabled.

Colby meanwhile, has never hidden that he considers himself single, does not think he's met "the one," uses Raya to find dates, hooks up and has flings....he's not just pretending to be single, he IS single.

So. to recap: They have had a 10 year friendship and emotional bond that Shea deluded herself into thinking was more. Colby comes around her again after having had a cancer that could've easily rendered him unable to have children, and her grand idea is to tell this guy she freely admits she was never even dating that she wants to cash in on some vague promise he may or may not have actually made to her about getting married and having CHILDREN???

I'd have left her ass, too.

But sure. He's the bad guy. By the way, to hear Shea tell it, Colby did the same thing to her that Sam did to Kat. But all the people trashing Colby were the first ones in line to defend Sam from big bad mean Kat and her hurtful words because "he wasn't ready" and wah wah wah. Isn't that funny...and on par.

So yes, lol. Most of the people pissed about this are using any excuse put in front of them to trash Colby cause that is the only enjoyment they get out of life. Trust me when I say they are backing the wrong horse with Shea. She's not the hero victim y/n sainted good girl she pretends to be.

[florencemtrash]

The Wisp Between Worlds

CHAPTER ONE: BLACK WATERS

Acotar fanfic/rewrite. Inner Circle x OC. Eventual Azriel x OC.

Summary: Have you ever wondered what you would do (and do differently) if you found yourself trapped in the fantasy world of your dreams? For Nora, this fantasy of hers is about to play out when she finds herself portaled away to the Moral Lands south of Prythian. But all is not as it seems. Feyre Archeron is missing and the deadline to break Amarantha’s curse draws near. Who will save Prythian now?

Warnings: None for this chapter that I can think of, but expect angst, death, and sadness in the future.

Masterlist

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She needed to get outside. Callahan Barge was too tall, too sweaty, and too business casual for the kind of night she wanted to be having. Makeup swam down her skin cutting brilliant blue rivers down the tan of her cheeks. When she’d last caught a look at herself in the dusty bathroom mirror she’d been shocked and intrigued at the wide, kohl-lined eyes that stared out from beneath the glitter and paint. Lauren had decked her out in a skimpy, shimmering black dress, fish-net stockings, and the accompanying makeup to “let her live out her party fairy fantasies.” After all, she deserved to dress the part for her first Halloween as a 21-year-old. But that well-deserved fantasy took a hit when Callahan, cosplaying as an aspiring accountant (as per usual), started flirting with her at the bar.  

“Why don’t I buy you a drink?” his perfect white teeth gleamed in the UV light of the club glowing almost as brightly as the white button-down shirt he wore.

“I’ve got one already.” She stared directly in his eyes, taking a sip of the fruity mocktail the bartender had shaken up for her. He eyed the drink in her hands and she raised her eyebrow, daring him to make a comment. She was the designated driver for the night and the strongest liquid currently sloshing around in her cup was lemonade, but he didn’t need to know that.

“A second drink then?”

“No.”

He fiddled with his wrist watch, visibly flustered. “So about your thesis-” He began, desperately trying to spark a conversation.

“I have to go find my friends.”

“Oh right,” he pushed back his golden waves, “well hey, if you’re free after-”

Nora ducked behind the body of a passing security guard who’d been alerted to the sound of retching towards the right of the bar. Slipping nimbly through the crowd she tried to ignore the prodding of elbows and the occasional misplaced grinding of hips. Callahan was a nice guy, the kind that would have a position at Goldman Sachs by January and a 401k set up by May. The problem was he didn’t seem to understand why being randomly partnered with Nora for a creative writing assignment was enough grounds for a relationship. 

Fuck this. Nora thought to herself after five minutes of circling the lower and upper levels of the club. It would be impossible to find Lauren and Garett in this crowd and calling was pointless. The music raged from the speakers so loudly she could feel the bass rattling her bones.

She made her way towards the back doors, pressing against the sticky handle and sighing when the rush of cold, autumn air whisked the moisture from her skin. The wind carried the scent of the sea across the boardwalk. She breathed it in, having forgotten what air smelled like when it hadn’t been circulated through hundreds of drunken, jerking bodies. 

I’ll be outside for a bit. Let me know when you guys are ready to leave. 

With a whoosh the message was sent and she tucked the phone back into her pocket, wrapped her arms around herself, and made her way down to the pier. 

Aside from the handful of people smoking around the lamp post’s pool of light and the couple grappling at one another on a bench, the pier was empty. Nora kept her head down to give them all their privacy and walked to the edge, staring out at the inky black waters. She couldn’t see three feet past where the last lamp post feebly flickered, but she heard the licking of waves against the rocks, growling and slurping like some hungry creature.

Salt opened up her airways, leaving its distinct taste in her mouth and a faint burn in her lungs. It was in moments like this where she let herself wonder, truly wonder, about what would happen if she simply stepped over the edge and let herself get swallowed up.

You’d probably break your legs against the rocks you idiot. 

The thought of flailing about in the cold waters waiting for someone like Callahan to fish her out like a wet rat made her cringe.

I’d never actually do it. Stupid Freudian death drive.

It was just something she wondered about. What if there was something that was waiting for her? What if she was just wasting time waiting for the big thing to come along?

And what would that big thing be? 

Who knows.

And if it never comes?

Shut it.

Nora scolded her midnight thoughts. This was supposed to be a night of mindless fun and dancing and here she was standing alone in the cold being philosophical. But just as she turned away from the water a gust of wind brushed up against her back. No, not the wind… something else. A presence hovered over her shoulder, calming but unfamiliar as it traced down her spine. 

She froze, too scared to scream and too curious to move. Squinting her eyes she couldn’t make out any figures on the boardwalk or along the pier. She was alone.

Before she could make the executive decision to start sprinting back to the club, she heard it. Faint whispers curled around her ears, wrapping her in phantom arms until she could no longer feel the chill. Through the dozens of voices that called out to her in a mess of sounds and unintelligible words, one stood out. 

Low and silky and sensitive it asked, Where are you? Tell me where you are. Please.

Nora blinked.

The boardwalk faded away from her. She could still catch the faint outlines of the lamp post and railings, but more concretely she saw a room. Thick black curtains drifted along some invisible wind framing a brilliant city beyond that glowed like a thousand candles. The night sky was so crisp and clear she could make out every star.

She blinked again, readjusted her contacts, and it was gone. She was still on the pier alone and her vulnerability sent a shiver down her spine. 

The presence remained with her, breathing down her neck. She still couldn’t decide if she was afraid or not.

Wait… Run. RUN! The voice commanded her, barely a whisper in her ear despite the urgency of its words. 

Somewhere in the water far beyond where the light could reach, she felt a stirring, like the earth was rolling onto its side beneath her feet. A loud, low moan pulsed through the air and the pier’s wooden beams groaned in turn, protesting whatever force had begun to bend and snap them like toothpicks. 

Nora turned on her heels and started to run.

Fifty meters later and she was cursing her body, feeling the warmth in her legs build as she forced them to go faster. Breathe along to your favorite song, Nora. Dad had said that to her before every cross country race in high school. She was a shit runner then and she was a shit runner now. 

God I wish I kept running in college.

Another beam closer to her broke with a scream and Nora was thrown to the ground, landing awkwardly on stinging hands and knees as the water split open and began swallowing the pier. Like a beast it chomped at the wood, slurping the contents down into its throat. She dared a glance behind her and gasped as cracks formed along the surface of the ocean, blue-white light spilling outward. 

Scrambling to her feet she continued to run feeling the ground beneath her tilt further and further backward. The cracks deepened, crashing against wood. With a final sigh the last of the beams beneath her feet gave away, sinking into the mouth of the blue chasm below.

Nora screamed, lunging to the side to avoid the spear of wood that erupted by her legs. Cold water drenched her clothes, weighing her down as she was plunged into the frothy, glowing water. 

The pier had snapped in two. 

What are you doing you fucking idiot? Scream. She thought to herself. But even though she screamed, first in fear and then in frustration, no one heard her.

Nora gasped as the blue light finally reached her, wrapping around her body. She wished she had the mind to appreciate its beauty, but all she could think about was the terror that fueled her muscles to keep swimming, even as the current dragged her further down.

“HELP!” 

She begged anyone who might still be on the pier. She prayed to God, pleaded with the voice that had tried to warn her. 

No one’s coming to help. No one could help even if they wanted to.

Nora looked back, helpless as the water consumed her.

When her body had sunk beneath the depths - deeper than anyone could fathom - the portal sealed itself and there was nothing left but the ruined pier and the silent lamp posts as witnesses.

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Author’s Note: Hi! As the summary already mentions, this is going to be an acotar rewrite with an OC that’s really just a cooler, more competent version of myself that I like to insert into every book I read. It’s been over a year since I finished reading the main trilogy so apologies if I don’t get the plot/plot elements exactly right (but also I might change the plot to better suit the story). I don’t know how many chapters this will be yet, but I have a small chunk of it already written and am hoping to get some regular posting schedule worked out. Thanks for reading this little blurb and I hope you enjoy! 

[happy-tori-friends]

Birthday Headcanon List

As promised I finished the birthdays today. Somehow a lot of them ended up in the same months. RIP to December, not a single representive.

Flippy/Fliqpy: October 2nd, the day Party Animal aired, and the only date that will have a reasoning related to a specific episode. Fliq just considers it his own birthday as well. He doesn't really care though - having the same birthday is just more convenient for him, because he already sees himself as the same age as Flippy. It's just easier to keep track of.

(Some consider it to be in late May because of Hide and Seek's air date / Party Animal was uploaded to YouTube in late May too + it being said he was a gemini somewhere, but... it's my fic series I do what I want. I also. chose this because I jokingly made a Fire Emblem Awakening avatar of him and picked this date because I didn't know at the time. I have the gay mod. He married Lon'qu before I stopped playing.)

Lifty and Shifty: May 24th. You two can be late May geminis, juuust like me. (I love projecting onto the faves :]) This one's based off Vibes rather than anything else, but it does mean Oblivion started after this date because they're already 19. Probably starts right after their birthday? I know I have to do some editing already but when I get a concrete timeline I may have to edit one line in the first work? I might just edit it to where Shifty doesn't mention how old they are in the first place anyways.

Splendid and Splendont: April 28th, national superhero day! ...Yeah. This is the route I'm going, for the sillies.

Pop: May 16th, national barbecue day. Predestined to love doing it.

Cub: September 9th, national teddy bear day.

Cuddles: April 4th, international carrot day.

Giggles: August 19th, national bow day.

Toothy: August 22nd, the second national tooth fairy day. This was the last one I did and the first date is already someone else's birthday.

Petunia: March 21st, national flower day.

Handy: March 11th, national tool day.

Disco Bear: July 2nd, national disco day. In New Zealand. Doesn't matter where though, as long as it's somewhere. First one I noticed not being America specifically.

Flaky: June 10th, anxiety awareness day.

Nutty: November 4th, national candy day. I considered Halloween but I think this fits a teensy weensy bit better.

Sniffles: February 28th, national science day in India. Surprised there isn't one in the USA.

Lumpy: January 25th. Moose day.

Lammy: October 26th. I wanted more variety, haha... This is the date of hug a sheep day in 2024.

Mr Pickels: November 14th. That's national pickle day. I figured he could be included because why not.

Russell: September 19th, talk like a pirate day.

Mime: April 17th, world circus day. (According to some sources, at least. Some say the third Saturday in April, some say the 17th.)

Mole: February 2nd. Groundhog Day. It's not the same, but they made Resetti do it in Animal Crossing. He'll never see his shadow, though.

Cro-Marmot: January 1st. For some reason, I think this is funny.

[anadorablekiwi]

Hi momma!!

I have short white spikey hair now! And a nose ring! It doesn't hurt all that often, I just have to keep it clean otherwise it could get infected and whatnot.

Moving to germany in January, and honestly cannot wait! Because there, 18 YO's can buy liquor, and I've in a huge craze with Mixology, I really want to try it out. I promised my dad I would make up two creations just for him based on his favorite movie, Frozen, one for Elsa, and one for Anna.

In the mean time, packing has gone super well, I have my room packed already and threw away like half the stuff I've never used once in my life haha.

How have you been? I'ma try to be a bit more active on tumblr now.

Hi sweetie!!!

How fun!! That all sounds amazing, and thats so cool! I wish you luck and fun times with the move!

I’ve been alright, school is kicking me right in the mental health lol. Things keep getting better then worse again, but today has been good so far. Last night and today my sister and I are painting small pumpkins to look like an electro and a hydro slime from genshin impact, and its been a lot of fun!! I’m also in my halloween outfit today so I’m quite happy 😁 i may post a pic once ive finished the makeup part (my lil sis and i need to go to target and buy eye liner lol)

Also, as of April you’ll technically have a new cousin!! The older of my two younger sisters is pregnant 🥺😍 (she’s 20 and has been married about a year lol)

[mr-smith-stories]

Mr. Smith #26 Murder Mystery Part One

Mr. Smith woke up early that morning, excited to start his new job. He ran down the marble staircase of his new mansion like a child on Christmas morning. It was the perfect comparison- after all, children had a lot in common with Mr. Smith- their genius level IQ and their maturity level.

Mr. Smith saw his friends crowding around the middle of the stairs. Curious about the commotion, he called out to his friends. “Hello, Philip! Bob, Frankie! Where’s Simon? He’s supposed to help me with my Abnormal Psychology homework. My professor says if I continue to not do assignments, my grade will drop significantly! I’m already at a negative 200 in the class!”

“I’m right here,” Simon replied. Mr. Smith saw that Philip was dangling Simon over the edge of the stairs. “Philip wanted me to give him money, and I said no.”

Mr. Smith turned to Philip. “But you have $1 million in the bank after you blackmailed that movie star last week.”

Philip sighed. “I lost the check. I gave it to Amy for safekeeping. She said she put it somewhere secret, and then forgot where.”

“Oh. My. God!” Amy yelled from behind Mr. Smith. “I trust the wrong people with my money TOO! One time, I found a gold bar just sitting there in the middle of the street. Someone forgot it was there! I took it home, like, kaa- ching I’m rich! I gave it to Susan to hide, and then later I found out where she hid it- in the back of a random person’s truck! We ran out to the road only to see them driving away! I never saw that gold again. It was so ANNOY- ING!”

“That WAS annoying!” Susan walked up beside Amy. “Something like that happened to me TOO! One time, I was working as a security guard at a bank, and someone was robbing the bank, and they told me to guard the diamonds in the back because apparently, diamonds are like, really expensive! I realized that when robbing a bank, a robber would find the diamonds too easily in the safe! So I took them out and gave them to some guy in a black mask to hide! I still don’t know why I got fired!”

Mr. Smith scratched his head. “Why was he wearing a mask inside the bank? Was it Halloween?”

Susan sighed. “It was July. Sometimes they do Christmas in July, so I just thought it was Halloween in July.”

Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things. “What month is Halloween in again? Was it Smithtober?”

“That’s not a month-“ Simon interjected.

“Yes it is!” Mr. Smith yelled. “Smithtober is the thirteenth month of the year, after December! They named it that because, a hundred years ago, my great grandfather Everett Smith singlehandedly destroyed the Germans in World War Two! Everett Smith bribed the German troops in China with chocolate! The Germans surrendered the battle, all because they were too distracted eating chocolate to fight. Everett Smith was declared a hero, and that day, originally January 1st, officially marked the new month, Smithtober, which is the shortest month of the year at 7 days.”

Philip finally pulled Simon back on the staircase. “Everett Smith was a great man. To think, we wouldn’t have won the war without him!”

“Grandpappy Smith is a lucky man,” Mr. Smith said. “To be the son of an American hero! One who even knew Chinese, in addition to speaking American, his first language! Grandpappy Smith even taught me some Chinese! I can say hello and how are you! Quack quack, meow!”

“He is certainly a true genius,” Philip said. “Just as we are TRUE platonic lovers.”

“Yes!” Mr. Smith said. “We’re a platonic power couple!”

Philip glanced down at his watch. “We’d better get going. We’re supposed to be at the mansion in thirty minutes.”

***

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Smith and his friends arrived at the mansion. They were supposed to help prepare meals in the kitchen for the owner’s guests. Mr. Smith may have been living in a mansion, but he was far from rich. He kept spending thousands of dollars on groceries because Simon ate all the food in the fridge every time Mr. Smith went shopping. Philip always said it was a miracle Simon was so skinny. Mr. Smith would have agreed, but he didn’t know what the word miracle meant, despite having worked as a missionary the previous year.

Mr. Smith knocked on the front door. They waited for a few minutes, then a man in a suit opened the door. Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things. “You’re wearing a suit! Are you Alfred, from Batman?”

The butler glowered at him. “No.”

Philip chimed in. “Alfred is Spiderman’s butler, Mr. Smith.”

Mr. Smith began counting on his fingers, pointing to places in space. “So I got the wrong movie? Is that why he said no?”

“I’m not Alfred. My name is Steven. Batman is a work of fiction!” The butler snapped.

Mr. Smith’s face went blank. “Fiction? I don’y know what that is.”

“It means it isn’t real!” Alfred Steven snapped. “There is no Batman!”

Next to Mr. Smith, Simon began to cry. “There, there, Simon,” Mr. Smith patted Simon’s back. “Don’t let the mean butler Alfred ruin your dreams.”

Steven huffed. “Please, come in. Mr. Crowley is expecting you.”

Mr. Smith followed Batman’s butler inside. They passed through the kitchen, where several other staff members were working. They were working hard preparing breakfast for Mr. Crowley, a man whose first name Mr. Smith had already forgotten. Mr. Smith noticed one man was making pancakes with blueberries, so Mr. Smith grabbed a handful of berries from the bowl, causing the man to glare at Mr. Smith.

They came upon the dining room. There, Mr. Crowley had several guests over for breakfast. Mr. Smith gasped when he saw all the guests. “YOU! The gay geniuses! And that famous movie actor, Harrison Crowley! Oh no! What are YOU doing HERE?!”

Harry glared at Mr. Smith. “I live here. Who hired you as my kitchen worker?!”

Mr. Smith gasped again. “I thought YOU were a different Harrison Crowley! Oh no! What do I do?!”

Harry sighed. “You can start by making us breakfast.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” Leo chimed in. “He might put rats in the food.”

Mr. Smith pouted. “I don’t want to serve you!” Mr. Smith paused, scratching his head for several minutes. “Oh I know! How about YOU make the food for ME! The we’ll see who has the power here! A TRUE genius or you fools!”

“I have 160 level IQ,” Harry said. “So it looks like you’ve got something right.”

Mr. Smith began to stare ahead blankly for several minutes. Finally, he spoke. “Is 160 higher or lower than infinity? I forgot.”

Leo snickered. “It’s lower.”

Mr. Smith threw his hands up in frustration. “Why did no one tell me this before?! I made it all the way through Elementary School!”

“They teach that in Elementary School,” Said a new person. It was a 19 year old boy, sitting next to a boy who looked about 20. “You must have fallen asleep in like, every class.”

Mr. Smith narrowed his eyes. “I’ve never seen you before! I recognize Alex, his mean boyfriend, Janie, Leo and Ritchie! Who are you two new people?”

“I’m Kevin, and this is David. We’re friends of Harry’s,” The 19 year old boy said.

Mr. Smith smirked. “I have more friends than you smart people! Ha! Who has the power now?”

“Us. You’re working for us, remember?” The 20 year old, David, smirked.

Mr. Smith stamped his foot. “You’re MEAN!”

Gerald scratched his head. “My Mama says I’m smart. That makes it true, don’t it?”

Dominic peered at his friend. “I think so. Don’t most people believe everything their Mama tells them, at age 30?”

Evan stroked his chin. “How old am I again? I thought I was negative 200.”

Harry chuckled. Chris facepalmed, and Leo and Ritchie groaned. Alex, David and Kevin were in hysterics. “So you haven’t been born for another 200 years?” Kevin asked.

“That’s completely illogical.” Leo added.

Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things, pointing to places in space. “Is illogical a type of math? Like the math Evan is trying to use to figure out his age? Oh no! I should have brought my calculator!”

“I doubt that would resolve the issue,” Leo sighed.

“My calculator can resolve any problem!” Mr. Smith pounded his fist on the table.

Harry clapped his hands. “Why don’t you stop arguing with my guests and go work in the kitchen with the others? Come on!”

Mr. Smith pouted, but Philip took hold of his arm. “Come on. Let’s show these chumps how much better we are than them by not getting fired this time! Or quitting!”

“Fine!” Mr. Smith huffed. “Mr. Smith won’t be a loser today!”

“Just tomorrow and every day after that,” David snickered.

Mr. Smith growled, but was lead into the kitchen by Philip. In the kitchen, workers were tirelessly slaving away, making sandwiches for Harry and his guests. They were complicated sandwiches too- peanut butter and jelly! Mr. Smith got right to work, eager to prove himself. He wouldn’t forget a single ingredient this time!

They were twenty minutes in when suddenly they heard a crash from the other room. “Oh no!” Mr. Smith yelled. “It must be my younger brother, here to ruin my day! Freddy Smith! When I try to be responsible, he shows up and ruins it! Oh no! What do I do? Now I’ll never prove to those chumps that I’m the TRUE genius!”

Philip sighed. “I’m sure Freddy isn’t here. I’ll go investigate the noise.”

To Be Continued In Part Two (Post Available Now)

[rovingpixels]

A look back at the year

JANUARY

I started playing with the characters in this story in mid-December and posting it in my Instagram Story. I had no intentions to do anything with it long-term; it was just a way to play, low pressure, but I still had the compulsion to share! By mid-January, I was so attached to the characters, I gave them their own account.

 FEBRUARY

It took a couple weeks to get through the early posts and I started with original content in February. The first thing we did was take a summer vacation to Selvadorado. Axl has a (random) jungle explorer aspiration so it seemed like a good idea. He loved it! Noe was poisoned and almost died! 

MARCH

We made family portraits on the afternoon of Harvestfest. I really do love these kids! This was never the plan for the game/story but Noe kept getting abducted! 

APRIL

Antonia had been abducted a couple times and I finally thought it’d be fun to follow her. I had some ideas about the aliens that I wanted to explore and I was telling the story primarily through her eyes at the time so it was necessary. 

MAY

Her abduction left Antonia feeling out of control so when she was offered a job outside the home, she jumped on it even though she was doing well as a painter on her own. I found a photo of the inspo building while cleaning out my phone recently and though, oh, that’s Antonia’s workplace. No, it’s my college studio building! The job meant Stevie went into daycare, which seemed to suit him – he’s outgoing and doesn’t mind his disguise. Antonia’s meeting new people! But she’s in hot water with the woman who runs the women’s arts cooperative in Finchwick which Antonia also recently joined. When we finish the flashback, she’ll have all that and more to deal with. 

JUNE

I never remember to get married in this game. It just doesn’t occur to me! But Noe has been bugging Antonia for a while and on Winterfest night, he finally made a grand gesture proposal in the Ruins while they were both wearing ugly holiday sweaters! When we get back to present day, we’ll be planning a wedding. I’ve already picked out the dress! 

JULY

While I waited for High School Years to come out (Axl will be in his final semester of his senior year!), I decided to do a short flashback to flesh out how Antonia and Noe met and their early days. And here we are. 

AUGUST

 Noe calls Antonia “bud” and a new nickname is spawned! They’ve fallen into an easy friendship by this point. Also, hottie!

SEPTEMBER

Their relationship is growing and they’re starting to have real romantic feelings. Antonia decides to get rid of her long-distance boyfriend. Noe trusts her with some uncomfortable details about his past. And they dance!

OCTOBER

We’re off on yet another tangent with a spooky tale for Halloween! The plan was to have a post each hour from noon to midnight on Halloween. I ended up posting a few days into the next month. I’ll start earlier next time! Although in the end, it was revealed as a campfire story that Noe told, there are some clues about his ancestry in the post.

NOVEMBER

At the summer carnival, Antonia assures Noe that her intentions toward him are serious. They enjoy spending time together in a different setting and they learn new things about each other.

DECEMBER

Finally! The anonymous boyfriend is dumped, other obstacles are cleared, and we get some intense kisses and more! Much more! 

2023

What comes next? There’s still a few things to establish in the flashback. I’m resisting the urge to play the flashback through Axl’s babyhood – we’ll see. I do love these characters as young ones and it would be interesting to explore the mess I’ve dropped on their plate, but this is also a good breaking point to go back from. 

When we return, it will be to Axl’s senior year, some conflict for the twins, Antonia and Noe both wrangling in their jobs, and wedding planning! 

In the immediate future, I have to my game is in desperate need of updating and probably repairing. And I finally need to get High School Years! 

If you’ve read this far, it’s fun simming with you! Happy New Year! 

[shipsgaysfordays]

I posted 4,312 times in 2022

That's 4,217 more posts than 2021! (I may or may not have become obsessed with a few fandoms within this year)

353 posts created (8%)

3,959 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@moonlarking

@siriusbaby

@tfischaitea

@girlboss-nahi-girlbas

@venn364

I tagged 690 of my posts in 2022

(heck yeah 690)

#marauders - 61 posts

#wolfstar - 59 posts

#marauders era - 55 posts

#the marauders era - 46 posts

#remus lupin - 44 posts

#sirius black - 43 posts

#the marauders - 41 posts

#incorrect marauders - 30 posts

#marauders incorrect quotes - 19 posts

#wolfstar fic - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#i personally think they’re friends to lovers to enemies to complicated feelings because they love each other but they both want this job

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I’ve been getting my mom into Watcher content recently, and we’ve been watching puppet history for a bit (I’ve already seen all the episodes and know the lore) and my mom keeps saying things like, “When’s Ryan going to win,” “He’s gotta win this episode,” and I’m just nodding and smiling.

123 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#4

sirius: we should get a magical portrait made of the two of us sometime *talking about him and remus*

remus: …i’m not sure about that i mean wouldn’t it feel strange to look at yourself and talk to yourself

james: padfoot already does that in the mirror everyday

*sirius hits james*

james: to prepare flirts for you

*sirius tackles james*

peter *to remus* : yeah…i don’t think you guys should get a portrait made, it would just be you two making out all the time

sirius *shouting while still play fighting with james* : WE’RE DOING IT

142 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

Sirius: You know we’re all getting taller

James: I’m glad to hear you still believe that, have hope for yourself

*Sirius rolls their eyes almost entirely out of their head*

Sirius: No, but seriously we’re getting older and we only have 1 invisibility cloak, we need to figure out a way to work around being caught without the cloak

Peter: Especially with Moony growing so monstrously tall, we need a way soon

Remus: Well you brought the idea up Padfoot, do you have some ideas?

Sirius: It’s Halloween soon, and I’ve heard that a very popular muggle costume is to be a sheet ghost.

Remus: They could easily take the sheets off of our heads if we’re trying to run away, that’s stupid

James: Not if we use a sticking spell

Remus: Sometimes I forget that you guys are idiots, why do I forget that

Sirius: Oh come on Moony, you know you love us, we should at least try it out to see

Later on

Peter: I can’t get the sheet off guys

James: I can’t either…how strong was that sticking spell Padfoot?

Sirius: Oh BOLLOCKS, FUCK

Remus: Did you use THE WRONG SPELL

Sirius:…maybe

The marauders stay in sheet ghost form for a few days, they never try this again, here are some photos taken by Mary, Marlene, Lily, etc.

See the full post

187 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

i am in shock I AM IN SHOCK

a marauders edit, set during christmas, using the so this is christmas sound that is [SPOILERS] not the most depressing sad thing i’ve ever seen!😲

216 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i think so much so often about how much i want a team red movie with bi spiderman played by andrew garfield, i want it so much

just like, just, please IMAGINE THE CHEMISTRY 

he was roommates with charlie cox, he’s already kissed ryan renolds before, PLEASE JUST LET IT HAPPEN

like they have multiple spidermen and they have multiple universes, PLEASE, THIS IDEA CANNOT ESCAPE MY MIND PLEASE JUST LET IT HAPPEN

243 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

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A Moment of Reflection (2023)

January 1st, 2023

It is the new year 2023. In this year I will do something I have avoided doing for much of my life: I will be disciplined. I will develop healthy, productive habits. I will pursue the life I want, not just the one that is most convenient. In this year, I want to make more YouTube content, including expanding my current library to include non-stopmotion content. I want to make Downturn. I want to go to Cosplay Prom as Yoshikage Kira and Kosaku Kawajiri. I want to work out my body and shave my head so that I can become Kratos for Halloween. I want to create a healthy spending budget that gives me the ability to create and maintain savings, so that I do not continue to live paycheck to paycheck. I want to continue to learn Spanish. I want to meet new people. I want this year to be the year that I well and truly thrive, not simply grow and survive, but to actually move forward and find the betterness I have worked so hard to achieve.

Last night, in a last ditch effort to separate myself from the years of old, I begged two close friends to make me cry. Now, I was not particularly sad or particularly in emotional turmoil. I merely felt that after years of denying myself the ability to cry when I felt low, that perhaps if I started the new year by crying I may be able to free myself of all the burdensome pent up feelings. For when I am in pain, or when I am low, I have learned to put a wall up to protect myself, to avoid allowing any feelings to wash over me, rather, I choose to deconstruct. I take apart the problem, I look at the angles I can attack it from, how I can resolve it or put myself away from it. I have been told this is simply how I cope, as I had to grow up rather fast when I was a child. It was this tumultuous childhood as an eldest sibling in a dysfunctional home that taught me to be a rock for my siblings. I could not be vulnerable, because they were. I could not cry, because at any moment I may have needed to act. I could not feel anything, because to allow myself to feel could paralyze me. And if I was paralyzed, if I was vulnerable, if I could cry, it would only be worse for the people I needed to protect. In this, I learned to protect myself first by separating myself from these problems I was facing. Logic and thinking things through were my trusted ally when I had none other to back me up.

When I was very young, I became fully self-aware of this feeling or lack thereof as one day my Grandpa's very sweet very loving would-never-eat-a-toddler pitbull randomly crossed over or under his wire fence and into the dog pen of his next door neighbor. The pitbull proceeded to visciously maul one of the small dogs in that pen, grabbing in its jaw the others hind leg and swinging it around as though it were a chew toy. Once we became aware of the wailing and sounds of violence occurring in the neighbors backyard, we separated the dogs, though that would do little as the damage had been done. The pitbull had another dogs blood in its mouth, and the small dog had a mangled leg. The next part was obvious, take the neighbor's broken pet to the vet and assess damages. It was here that I was put to use, wrapped in a white towel and placed in my lap as we drove to the vet, the dog bled through its coverings and onto my Batman shirt. Noticing the clearly trauma-inducing nature of the event, I chose not to feel anything. I felt no sadness for the dog, I felt no anger at the pitbull, I felt no stress despite my mother's clear stress, I felt no pity for my grandpa who would have to explain the whole thing to his neighbors who already don't like him and also most assuredly have to put his own dog down. I knew all these things were here and would come to pass, so I chose instead to gently pet the little dog in my lap, wounded and confused. I remember the tight bind it was in while wrapped in the towel, I remember its heart racing, I remember the blood. I just did what I could to help.

This story is never far from my mind because I was engaging in empathy, but inside I hadn't allowed myself to feel anything. I was behind my wall, piloting my body as if it were a rocket ship(shoutout to *starship Hulk*). Everything was mechanical, and I knew that. This dog is hurting, I should pet it. It is bleeding on me, I shouldn't think about that. There are many people I know who would have broken down or cried their eyes dry as they stroked the damn dying thing that was put down because its owners didnt want a three legged dog. But I didn't cry, and I knew I wasn't going to, even though I felt I should. Well, it was just a dog and I've never had a deep emotional connection with a dog, they are just kind of annoying more than anything. I think it's because they are usually, mostly, almost all the time, stupid, stupid creatures. Because people get dogs and baby them and don't discipline them or train them or teach them to behave in any way so the damn things have all the entitlement of a cat without any of the autonomy. Like, a cat just sleeps all day because its entire lifestyle is luxury and leisure. Dogs are supposed to be imbued with purpose. Man's best friend is only true when man owns a home and an acre of land he can walk the damn thing with and that it can hunt and provide for and protect the family with. Big dogs in small apartments are so stupid because they have no purpose other than waiting for master to get home because they can't do anything else besides play with their toys or destroy the couch because they are so bored and useless. And that's not even talking about the dogs that humans bred and raised to be just absolutely fucked up, like chihuahas or pugs or whatever your favorite retarded dog breed is that can't breathe because we booped the snoot so many times that it inbred into having a skull that can't keep the eyes in place. Fucking dogs. I digress. This was never about dogs. Don't talk to me about dogs.

I keep, maintain, and place high value on the enriching relationships I have with the people in my life. My parents have no friends so they have no one to enjoy good times with except each other and they cant stand each other they are just codependent because they never learned how to actually be alone. So I saw that and thought "goddamn I should probably have friends so that I don't turn out like that and my best friend is the mother of my children who sleeps with other men and treats me like an accessory and mostly just keeps me around for my wallet, which only really has IOU's to give anyways". Moving on. Many of these loved ones in my life absolutely don't give a shit about themselves and will refuse to take care of themselves be it their money, health, or purpose in life so they give in to suicidal ideation or wallowing in their own filth and misery because it's all they can think of to cope with the lives they lead into ruin. And I give a shit about these people. I want to be involved in their lives and enrich them and help them find fulfillment and happiness. Because that's all I've ever wanted for me. When I was alone in my room at 4 am on a school night listening to my parents have a screaming match, I was desperate for someone to hold me and tell me it was going to be okay and that things would get better. Instead I had to harden so that I could do that for myself. Because no one is going to save me, anymore than I'm going to save anyone. You gotta save and serve yourself. I do my best to give to others what I would wish to receive from them. A shoulder to lean on, a safe place to stay, thoughtful advice on how to navigate an issue, all things I needed at some point or other. Do not ever kill yourself. It is nothing but a giant waste of yourself and a knife in the heart of anyone who has ever loved you. You are worth more than that.

I moved away from the point I wanted to make. I received disturbing information that a loved one was once again choosing not to eat or bathe or do the bare minimum of self care and was instead lying on a floor texting me this information. That is alarming considering this person has a history of this kind of self-harm and has in the last six months made an attempt. When receiving this alarming news, as with any troubling information I learn, I recognize that it hurts me, that it makes me upset and that I feel for this person and their struggle, but soon after that realization, I swallow that feeling whole and I smother it inside of myself. I instead going into a mode in which I must solve these problems to the best of my ability. "are you okay?' "can I help you?" "I'm coming over" "what can I do to help?" it all runs through my mind and I create a plan of action and execute it. But I do not allow myself to feel. I do not cry, I do not weep, I do not moan and curl into a fetal position and rock myself back and forth. I go beyond numb, I go cold and I go hard. I move and take every step I can to ensure that the problem is met and it is solved.

I worry this kind of coping mechanism takes a toll on the soul, the mind, the heart, wherever it is we keep that which makes us human. It feels to me as though a human ought to cry when faced with adversity. It is how many of my friends cope, it is how the people on TV handle bad news, it is a human thing. And yet I do not cry. The last time I wept was when I had completely and totally lost control of a situation and it felt as though I had ruined a friendship forever after making a difficultly impossible decision that pitted me against said friend. In all truth, my world, my life, damn near has to almost fall apart, the challenge has to appear insurmountable, then and only then may I finally involuntarily cry my heart out. And much like a dam breaking, every pent up emotion that was ever placed in hiding comes rushing out. There is catharsis to tears leaving your eyes, snot filling up your nose, and the gut feeling that you are ridding yourself of that sadness and grief that poisons you. Once you finally wipe away the last of the salty tears, blow the snot rocket and wash your face, you feel refreshed, new, ready to heal. It is catharsis I have denied myself many times because I refuse to allow myself to be so vulnerable, to let people see that I am fallible, that there are cracks in the rock they have come to know. 

So in the breaking dawn of a new year, the excitement and anticipation of what I have in store for myself left me yearning for a reset button. Something that could push out all of the pain and disappointment and frustration and sadness that I well away from myself, and my friends loving me as they do refused to do or say anything which may make me shed a tear. Anticipating this, I still begged, I explained my case, my ridiculous proposal, but I was denied. I understand why, and I acknowledge that it was never a good plan, but we have established that simply watching a sad movie or thinking sad thoughts is not enough to drive me to tears. I need to lose control and abandon composure. It is hard to do on command, and the only times I did it were times of absolute desperation when I needed to force myself to accept a reality I was in denial of. Again, it must be Earth shattering for the tears to flow, and I dont often break the Earth beneath me. Yet, if that is well and truly the stakes it must take, a friend will not do that for me on my command. A sign of a good friend, certainly. I was reassured of my empathy and my masculinity was affirmed as it is "us men who deny ourselves tears in favor of taking action", and the fact that I took action to solve my issues rather than ignore them proved I was empathetic and healthy because the unhealthy or unempathetic thing to do is to neglect your issues. All understood well and clear. I dodged the sociopath allegations, but I was never particularly worried for them, as they stood little ground when faced with the size of my heart and the pure unending love I have to give. I just wanted to cry so I could let it all go and enter the new year refreshed and renewed. Unfortunately, now is not the time for tears. That comes later.

All this to say that I know one inevitability is approaching that will certainly make me cry: The loss of my hair, whose fate was decided the day I was conceived with genes that ensured I was to begin balding at 18 years old. I am 23 now, my hairline isn't just receding, my hair is thinning, it falls out, it doesn't grow back. I can choose to pay a subscription fee for some pills for the rest of my life to alter my hormonal pathways and body chemistry to vainly attempt to overcome biology and brute force my hair into existence. There are many who swear by this. It personally disgusts me. I am repulsed at the thought that I need to pay a subscription fee in order to grow hair on my head it just grosses me out. It makes me feel the same utter revulsion I feel towards digital media. Not owning anything and being at the whim of a faceless entity: I pay money for access to what they own and hold over me. No. I'm not doing it. The other option is to cut it all off. This makes me feel contempt. I love my hair. I don't want to be bald. The solution shouldn't be to throw it all away and fundamentally alter your appearance. That is ridiculous. But "balding" is seen as some kind of repulsive look, an abnormality, something to be corrected. I conclude this is the result of insecurity and projection. "*I* don't want to look like that, so *HE* shouldn't look like that". I admit a faint disappointment when I look in the mirror and notice I have less hair than the day before, but I am not disgusted or upset or in denial of my case. In fact, I find some grace in it, it is a sign of maturity, of the weathering of time, of how nothing is permanent or fixed. Everything changes because it must change, that is the effect of time on all things. Yet, that does not mean just because my head is full that it can not grow! It is a ridiculous conclusion that I cannot retain what is still there. An all or nothing ultimatum being forced upon me by my closest friends and loved ones. I find that to be ridiculous. "You need to do this you need to do that" "you need to change x so you can look like y" "I wouldn't want to look like that". It's all maddening, utter and total madness from people who want to project their own preferences and personalities onto me. I genuinely loathe it, and it makes me angry to even think about. And yet, we are social creatures bound by the connections we create with one another, and my entire network has pressed itself upon me because it simply can't stand a deviation from what it believes is "normal", and peer pressure has mounted itself over the years so pressingly that I feel I cannot breathe at times because I am judged for choosing a moderate middle option and not accepting a false ultimatum to "look good". Fuck you all by the way.

In the end, this is all whining from a stubborn manchild who refuses to part with something as trivial as his hairstyle which is long past parted from him anyways. I just know I'm going to bawl when its all gone. Because I always cry when I get my hair cut. My first hair cut I cried, my last hair cut I held tears in my eyes as a very dear friend gently tried to make it easy for me. I don't know why I cry when my hair is cut. I just do. It's always been like that. I think its also why I push it off so often. I'm guaranteed to shed at least a single tear as soon as I look in the mirror and see it has been taken from me. It's probably got something to do with how I always wanted to grow my hair out long but I always had my head buzzed because that's what my dad did for his hair. There was a brief period of time where I believed I wanted to look like my dad too, but choosing the same style as him faded rather quickly when I realized I could just not get it cut and then not have to cry over it. Growing my hair long was often penalized with my dad taking a big fistful of my hair and dragging me around. It was a joke to him. "Time to get a hair cut son" as he wringed my head around and pulled on my hair until it hurt. I doubt he was TRYING to hurt me to make some strange point about haircuts, but it always made me want to cry. I think as I grew into a teenager and eventually a young adult, I began to associate having long unkempt hair with my own fierce independence and desire for freedom and personal autonomy. Being able to choose not to get a haircut, felt like it was a sign of my escape from my father's shadow and a guarantee that I would not have to shed a tear over myself. I don't fully understand why I give so much of a damn about this, but I know I do, because I remember crying at every haircut. People aren't fully logical or rational beings, and this is one thing I hold onto so dearly yet understand nothing about. Everyone agrees I should cut my hair, and I should lose my hair if it's falling out, but I just want to have my hair. The hair I was genetically predisposed to grow. Why must I choose to alter that which is, fundamentally, me? Either way, all roads are currently leading me to have to prepare for and cope with a hairless head.

If I am to shave my head I am to do it on my own terms.

Update: January 6th, 2024.

I did not cry when I shaved my head. Having a near full year to prepare for the dreaded event, it was not a surprise when I woke up from that bachelor party and went home to face myself in the mirror one last time before the "new me" would be staring back. In fact, I somewhat entered that state described in before wherein I wall off emotion until the action is done and the crisis is averted. As Kratos, I felt more a wall than a man. It was a solemn shower that I meditated my way through with the God of War soundtrack. If you want to recreate the experience for yourself, here is the playlist that played for me the entire day as I ritualistically shaved my head, then applied red and white paint to my body as I lost sight of myself in the mirror:

I did cry in the new year, when my little brother looked me in the eyes through his sunglasses, much as his father before him often did when we were young, and said "I have no respect for you" among other things saying I lived in "la la land" with a bunch of freaks and weirdos as friends that I didn't "live in the real world". Despite knowing reconciliation with my little brother in adulthood would be difficult, I was not ready to face that much anger and resentment from him. I broke down in tears twice over the course of the week I spent trying to make amends with him while he was in town on his own attempt at a vacation from the Marine Corps. I remember the particular sting as my face grew red and tears welled up when my southern accent slipped out real heavy as I stressed that we were "cut from the same cloth" with great drama only to feel him reject me and dig the knife deeper into my heart with his words. I know he did not mean any of it, I know he is hurting just as I was. Still it hurt, and I cried, be careful what you wish for. Someday Triston will choose to be better too. I hope.

*STARSHIP HULK*- Bruce Banner controls the body of the Hulk from within his mind's eye. It is how I often feel when I am in crisis mode. In that, I do not feel, I pilot my body forward.

"The moment that really did it for me was when (a very valued friend) very politely told me that she thinks I would look better bald and that girls might like me better and while I know she was trying to be nice it really hurt me because I've learned to not care when (other close friends) say something mean to me but if she is nicely pushing an envelope to my end of the table, I should probably open it. Then on new years I had a heart to heart with (a close friend) and he told me I dont look like I take care of myself and then we watched the whale and some people made comments I didnt like and I realized I had better just swallow my pride and reinvent myself than continue to feel bad when other people dont accept me for how I want to present myself. Working for this new look should hopefully make me more proud of it and less easy for things to get under my skin.. or caught in my hair..."

[jwittekchatter]

October 23, 2023 Livestream Recap

-He’s not in NY, he’s at his LA apartment with Kyle.

-he’s been MIA because he got sick after England. Thinks it was strep but didn’t go to a doctor. Today was the first time he ran since England because he was so sick. Felt miserable. If he’s laying low then he’s either sick or working on a project (we already knew that).

-showed the new podcast setup. The walls are now brown. Said that’s what he originally wanted but Oscar’s dad misunderstood before. He’s excited to shoot in the pod room again.

-before he went to England a drunk driver crashed into his Tahoe and wrecked it. He rents his cars so he’ll just get another one. (Omg, remember someone wrecked his car when Cody was driving also?)

-told a long story about missing his flight with Shaban by two minutes, Kyle made the flight. Then when they searched his bad found the weed he forgot he put in his carryon. Was interviewed and detained for six hours; could’ve been 24 hours but the officer knew who he was and liked him? Said the weed was for the pain for his eye injury. He’s grateful/happy it happened. Was about to be walked through the airport handcuffed and Shaban gave him a piece of gum with a Klonopin pill in it. Jeff said it’s like 1/4 the dosage of a Xanax. Said that helped him take a nap in the cell. He was fingerprinted and got a mug shot but they wouldn’t show it to him. He offered $1,000 of anyone can get it. Said it’s humbling and funny to look back at. (It’s literally not funny at all and he could’ve been in a lot of trouble). Said he feels like he’ll end up back in jail at some point (what a positive thought 🙄). Also said earlier that he doesn’t do bad things anymore so ? Also told the TSA he’s doing a marathon to raise money for kids. Really hope he’s not lying about that but wouldn’t surprise me.

-got an offer to invest in a Sicilian (Italy) soccer team with Lil Mo Mozzarella and the other guy they did the podcast with recently. Said he’s going to Sicily in November for it. Later in the live said he might do Jeffrey Shore part 2 in Sicily (can we all manifest this not happening?!?)

-someone asked if he’s doing rollerblade Ken and he said NO!! Said he doesn’t want to do anything else for Halloween; the barbershop was enough for him. Is hoping his sickness will get him out of it. No mention of Tana “making” him do any costumes.

-someone asked why they deleted the last live. Said it may have been an accident or maybe they talked about something he didn’t want replayed. The only thing I remember being like that was when he talked about going on Trisha’s pod but he ended up doing it so ?

-he called Yung Blud’s team the day before they filmed to pitch to him. Met him for the first time right as he walked in the barbershop.

-said he was at Andrew Schulz’s comedy show. (No one posted any pics of Jeff being there so that’s weird). Said he bonded with Andrew and will go on his Flagrant pod when he goes to NY.

-someone asked about his plan for moving to NY. He said he was more serious about it when the flood happened. Thinks he’ll stay in LA until end of year, maybe move in January or March but it won’t be permanent. He’ll keep the LA apartment and have NY to share with friends so he won’t need a hotel every time he’s there (did not say who but was talking about his NY crew; no mention of Tana when talking about NY). Is going back to NY for marathon/holidays. Will stay with his parents before marathon and they will drop him off for marathon. said he’ll probably be in NY for a week before marathon. Not getting a studio in LA, will use that money for NY apartment. Will make a temporary set

-doing two pods this week: Mike and Tana to catch up and then will get guests (his words)

-was not in a good place with Oscar for a while but they are fine now. Worked together for seven years and had a weird relationship. Talked about what they each want for their lives. Joined forces again and Oscar/his dad helped fix Jeff’s studio. Not sure if Oscar will rejoin team. He might help produce from the outside. Said the flood got the crew back together (but it didn’t if Oscar isn’t there 😂)

-Jeff said he wants to help produce content for Steven, Ryan, Lil Mo, and Mikey’s new podcast (Jeff’s team is already stretched too thin working on Tana’s pod so adding more is not smart).

-said he only cares about the podcast and barbershop right now. Someone asked if he’ll come to Australia and he said maybe for Jeffrey Shore (talking out of his ass 🙄)

-someone asked if he’ll do more lives and he said he’ll just do more podcasts (huh?? They are different)

-said he would go on that Chicken Shop Date show, she’s funny.

-said the main events at Logan’s fights were terrible. No mention of those idiot Just the Tip girls at all.

-will get back into combat sports after marathon.

-had a few callers

-joked that he thinks he had strep because he kisses everyone he meets on the lips. (That anon saying they think maybe he always kisses girls on trips is funny considering he literally said this. Tana said last year at fashion week that’s probably how he got sick. I don’t think it happens every trip but it has sometimes)!

**no mention of dating, hooking up, kissing, any girl stuff at all. I guess we’ll see if he meets up with Sofia when he goes back to NY but doesn’t seem like anything’s happening there. He would’ve told us about the new “woman in his life” if it were. The live saved this time after a few people asked for them to please make sure to so you can see the replay if you have Patreon.

I wish he would let go of this Jeffrey Shore thing, the first one was already awful, we don't need another one 😩

[browneggghosties]

Halloween Ends (2022)

I love John Carpenter’s Halloween (1978). Some may call me obsessed. It’s a movie I can watch every night, alongside Friday the 13th (1980) and Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981). Everything from the renowned score, to Jamie Lee Curtis’ and Donald Pleasence’s impressive performances, to the setting, screenplay, sound design, and back is thrilling. It’s one of my favorite horror movies.

Fast forward to Halloween (2018). Laurie and Michael Myers are not related. Cool. I also thought that was lame in Halloween II (1981). The protagonist and antagonist or protagonist and their love interest being related is over done. Bury that already.

I was so excited to see Laurie kick ass. It’s been forty years.

I was not a fan of any of the new characters. Podcasters Aaron Korey and Dana Haines, played by Jefferson Hall and Rhian Rees respectively, were essentially exploiting Laurie’s traumatic experiences with the shape for sponsorships or podcast subscriptions. It was distressing to see Laurie alone; estranged from her daughter, Karen, played by Judy Greer and her granddaughter, Allyson, played by Andi Matichak. I understand the desire for realness on screen. Laurie lost her friends and it’s going to take time to heal. That experience can certainly affect her future relationships. However, I like movie magic. I want to believe that there are characters who can handle the absolute worst; kick ass despite losing everything. Maybe I wish Laurie came back like John Wick? The idea of preserving through hell and back is a fallacy, but I want to have hope.

The characters in Halloween were poorly written. Allyson, her boyfriend Cameron, and his best friend Oscar add nothing to this once great horror series. The only scene I liked was when Karen tricked Michael into thinking she was afraid and couldn’t aim. That was badass. I hoped Halloween Kills (2021) would be better. With the character of Tommy Doyle back, now played by Anthony Michael Hall and Kyle Richards and Nancy Stephens both reprising their roles as Lindsey Wallace and Marion Chambers, respectively, I was stoked! My hopes were so high and quickly let down. Laurie’s in the hospital and I’m sure many of us remember how Halloween II went down. Three moments ruined it for me: (1) the incoherent mess of the mindless mob tracking down a Danny DeVito version of Michael Myers; clearly social commentary on the January 6 insurrection, (2) Laurie’s narration, depicting a lame supernatural force keeping Michael alive as he kills Tommy Doyle and Officer Brackett, Annie’s father, played once again by Charles Cyphers, and (3) Karen’s death. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Karen, but seeing as how Halloween Ends turned out, it probably would’ve been better received if the reconnected mother and daughter put an end to the boogeyman once and for all. In Halloween Kills, she’s killed in Judith Myers's old bedroom. Such a missed opportunity.

Now comes Halloween Ends. Why call it that when half of the movie is spent introducing a new pseudo-Michael and having Allyson worship him? Omg, we’re the same! One of the writers, David Gordon Green, Danny McBride, Paul Brad Logan, or Chris Bernier really likes Heathers (1988) and really thought this series needed teen angst. If I can’t have her no one will bs.

One aspect that truly bothered me was seeing the town turn against Laurie; calling her a “freakshow.” There’s a scene where Laurie, after sharing a sweet moment with Deputy Hawkins, played by Will Patton, is chastised for smiling and laughing. The sister of a surviving victim from Halloween Kills blames her for provoking Michael. When the hell did she do that? Wasn’t she a recluse in Halloween? She thought about killing him during his prison transfer (as if that was going to succeed), but instead crashes parents-meeting-the-boyfriend-dinner. She didn’t cause the bus crash. Victim blaming is any shape or form is never funny. The horrors of Haddonfield are due to Michael, not Laurie who’s in the background for most of the film. The only good moments are when she tries, adorably, to make a pie for Allyson, and when she tricks pseudo-Michael, Corey, and shoots him.

I thought Halloween II was bad. Now, I’d rather watch Dr. Loomis, behaving erratically and practically committing manslaughter over the three steaming POS that David Gordon Green directed. Danny McBride and I now have beef because he was there for all three. I can’t believed they, and countless others, turned John Carpenter’s Halloween franchise into muddled garbage.

Halloween (2018): 4/10

Halloween Kills (2021): 2/10

Halloween Ends (2022): 2/10

I’m betting Terrifier 2 (2022) and the new Hellraiser will be so much better.

[sklong]

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[talkingharrystyles]

🌌 Oh hire a strategist for this train wreck already. I see why Leslie lost her congressional race. Neither her or her daughter understands their targeted demographic, thus fails miserably to market to them.

Damn, the both of you work for Warner Bros (Warner Bros does produce Ted Lasso which people need to remember) and neither can create a believable story?

You mean to say that the same court system who relied on social media to convict Derek Chauvin, to locate those involved in January 6, who uses social media to construct a murder timeline and it’s suspects, who uses SM as evidence for personal injury claims, and was able to expose Amber heard’s abuse of Johnny is suddenly turning a blind eye to Brock’s antics?

The American court systems might be flawed- they’re not going to allow for themselves to be shown as fools for a dried up actress grasping for resurrection.

Your social media posts can be used as evidence against you. Lawyers favor this form of evidence, as it’s one’s own testimony of guilt. It’s not illegally obtained, as one is posting their thoughts to the public. Nothing is ever deleted.

“She deprived me of vacations and time spent with the kids.”

Gag us with a spoon and cry a river. One look at Holivia’s trusted bookkeeper (Styles.Wilde) and all this is easily discredit this.

Wasn’t Easter a holiday? Pretty sure Brock wasn’t hopping around in a bunny suit in England with the kids (Coachella). How about the Fourth of July last year? We didn’t see the kids with Harry in the ocean with their red, white and blue floaties on, while Brock twirled her hair grinning from afar. They weren’t sitting around him while Harry retold Independence Day from the British perspective.

Christmas of last year? New Years? Was Otis and Daisy dressed up as Santa’s little helpers and Harry as Rudolph? Was Mama Anne and Brock pictured at the salon getting their manis and pedis with Daisy, while Gemma whined about “missing traditions”?

Halloween? I know I never saw Otis and Daisy dressed up as little Jeidis with a sign that said “May the force be with you, papa!”

Valentine’s Day? Was Daisy and Otis skipping alongside Brock and Doofy (Tommy)?

How about the times she lured the paps to the kids’ summer camp, used them in walks, dragged them to shows where they were visibly uncomfortable being there. Not to mention how she nearly attended every show in both America and Europe. Don’t care for Brock: Jason, a lot of “quality time” with the kids you felt “deprived of” is actually documented and known to be spent with none other than you, Captain dad.

You all could had, at least, played up the drama for a bit. One day problem, the next it’s quickly resolved? Not only resolved but filled with promo and now renewed “they live together🥹” rumors.

They “live together”: Okay then, why wasn’t Brock and the kids named in the recent burglary? In fact… why hasn’t Brock filed a restraining order against Pablo in order to protect herself and her kids? I mean they all “live at that property”-the lie Jason is using to recorrect the lies told regarding CinemaCon and to add credibility to cohabitation theory- and that property is where he frequented to find Harry… why haven’t Brock filed? Oh right it’s because she wouldn’t be able to provide proof (mail) that she or they do. Hear that? That’s the sound of her and Jason screaming and pissing themselves.

Given Harry’s need for control, if Otis and Daisy were involved in his life, he would had been contacted by the several tabloids on his bankroll weeks ago, and stopped these articles from being printed.

Come on, Harry has learned how to avoid slip ups. He hasn’t been papped since LOT wrap even though people are gaslighted into believing he’s being constantly papped and “fan sighted” on the daily. He’s seen when he wants to be seen and what’s reported about him he knows of it ahead of time. The significant narratives out there of him are the ones he wants out there.

He’s a perfectionist, afterall. While he might found Brock’s habit for impulsive lying a set back, he still is made aware of what generally is being printed ahead of time. He’s also aware of the general discussions. Just because he says he doesn’t give weight to peoples’ opinions, he does. His curiosity, like many of us, lures him to the temptation of listening in on what people are saying about him.

Again, does anyone ever see him with Jackson, Little Rowland, Ruby and other kids when he’s walking the streets with them? Are there pics of the man acting giddy when Mitch went to get Sarah’s ring? When they hosted Mitch bachelor party? When he went to buy them their wedding gifts? How about when he went to the store and assembled Sarah’s baby shower basket? What about when he bought little Rowland’s his books, sentimental clothes, and diapers prior to delivery? Are there “leaked videos” of him in those stores, in the baby section, holding the baby clothes?? That did overlap with the timing of Holivia. I mean surely Harry Styles, who is known to bed hop and is in the hot stage of new romance, to be seen in the infant section shopping for infant items should had been worthy of gossip blogs and tabloids. “HARRY STYLES SEEN IN BABY SHOP! EXCLUSIVE PICS! IS THERE A WILDER-STYLES LOVE CHILD ON THE WAY??” Yet that wasn’t ever printed. Wonder why.

Most of that happened in LA. You know, the same place Brock is gaslighting people to believe that she or him can’t walk without being harassed. Yet, there’s no pics of Harry during those moments. Neither with his other godkids.

Seriously, find a new angle, you idiots. People know you wouldn’t dare to go at each other’s throats by involving the courts. You were together during Weinstein.

Brock, all the mountains of evidence and skeletons Jason would use on you? Girl, you’d be hightailing out of those doors faster than you done at shows when you want to be seen.

Jason, you knew exactly what “I’m going to meet up with Harvey *smiley face*” meant. You allowed it because you wanted to benefit from the connections. Same with Holivia. You allowed and made it possible for her to go to every major event, so that your “Ted Lasso” image would be retained and your victimhood card can be used with the public’s empathy.

Theoretically, if the custody battle was real, best believe neither of them would have custody of the kids right now. After both sides would had aired out the others dirty laundry, the judge would had either placed Otis and Daisy in the care of the grandparents who were the best fit until a decision could be made, with a relative/close friends of moral standing, or in a foster family. Olivia and Jason both have too many skeletons they’re not wanting expose. They’re not going to betray each other, as the illusion they’re making.

If this was a real court hearing: why wasn’t Harry present to give his sworn statements? If he “is” her unnamed current partner, as Jason said to the journalist to add credibility, of almost two years, the courts would had needed to examine him to see if he and his environment would be a safe and secure place for the kids to be around before granting Brock the “win for custody”.

If these two morons can slip through the cracks and find work in the industry, anyone can.

Before leaving (I’ve shared why I’ve limited my presence here months back), Harry you really need to act like you have a pair. Or, at least, one.

The same way you were suckered into agreeing with this under false pretensions, you’re being clowned regarding its aftermath. Placating and thinking “just give they what they wants” isn’t going to promise that you won’t be vilified as you’re not wanting to be by both of them. You will. You already have been with how Brock “has been reconfiguring both her and her kids lives for the guy who couldn’t give two shits about them”.

Best believe that the seeds those two crows have been subtly planting into peoples’ minds are going to have a full harvest. The promise of getting paid and career advancement in exchange for the drama isn’t always going satisfy.

You idolize Mitch & Sarah, Ben & Meredith, childhood’s friends, and Niall’s relationships and experiences. Even Camille’s and Theo’s. Yet are frustrated that that is absent in your own life. That’s a result of you being afraid to do what you know what needs to be done. Excuse the language: just grab them (his courage/guts/balls) already and take a risk.

Talk to you all later.

Oh it’s so good to see your anons again 🫶🌌

[corgiplays]

As to not flood @ronance4everbrainrot comment section I'll be posting some of my rambles here

Time line wise the duffer brother absolutely make no sense since it's supposed to be 6 months after the battle of Starcourt which would be December or January depending if you're counting the rest of July or not but it's spring break? So I'm fixing that and my mess of a comment from last night.

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• July: Robin spends her time with Steve mostly since she doesn't know if the kids like her enough (Erica and Dustin hang out with her though since they know her, and Max likes her but won't admit), this month is mainly Robin and Steve bonding some more and starting the healing process of their trauma, Dustin starts to speculate that Robin and Steve might like each other more than friends but both Steve and Robin are very against the accusation, Robin also starts to bond with the rest of the kids

• August: This is where Robin and Murray officially meet without the danger of being killed, the two bond over their conspiracy theories and love for languages, weekly movie nights turn into Murray and Robin hanging out and debating if Elvis is alive or if the recent Bigfoot sighting is real, we also have Nancy and Jonathan having a rockier relationship in the background (if Jonathan is going to movie night Nancy won't be there and vice versa), Erica brings (aka forces) Max to her and Robin's hang outs so Max and Robin start to bond

• September: Before the Byers leave Jonathan and Nancy break up (it was mutual between the two of them), Nancy leaves halfway through a movie that week and Robin decides to find out what happened *emotional talks in Nancy's bedroom*, Nancy would definitely say "I don't know why I'm even sad our relationship was already dead even before we officially called it off", Robin would 100% run her fingers through Nancy's hair to calm her down argue with the wall, Lucas joins Erica and Max when they go to Robin and he gets life advice from Robin "I spent so much of my time in school trying to fit in and being invisible that it took a flesh monster and Russians for me to realize that theirs nothing wrong with doing what you want to do" after that Lucas joins the basketball team, Robin and Nancy also hang out a little more (like 2 more times after the breakup), Robin talks to Murray over the phone since he's not around as much

• October: Max and Robin have a matching Halloween costume (they go as Jack and Wendy from The Shining, Nancy may or may not find Robin hot in her outfit but she thinks she's jealous that their costumes look so good), more Murray and Robin hanging out, Nancy and Robin have a cute moment when the party plays a horror movie and Nancy grabs Robins hand 👀, more bonding between Robin and the rest of the party

• November: THANKSGIVING WITH MURRAY (Robin's mom doesn't do Thanksgiving or really any holiday and just works if she can), Murray teaches Robin how to cook when she stays over for Thanksgiving, Steve finds out that Nancy thinks that's him and Robin are dating (angst time), Erica talks to Robin about her nightmares so Robin plans a sleepover between the two of them at the Sinclair house (Lucas joins since his nightmares haven't been better either), the Sinclair's absolutely love Robin and she gains another family

• December: Big angst, Steve constantly makes excuses to not hang out with Robin or drive her, Robin is hurt (both emotionally and physically because it's not smart to bike on snow and ice), Nancy finds Robin in the girls bathroom before school starts sniffing and running her bloody and shaking hands in warm water (homoerotic hand bandaging, because Robin ate shit on ice going to school), Robin tells Nancy about how distant Steve's been which Nancy things she caused saying she didn't know they were dating, Nancy also offers Robin a ride to her house and asks if she wants her to be her new ride, Max talks to Robin about if it's okay to like guys and girls (Robin cry's when Max comes out to her and teases her about her crush), Christmas is at the Wheelers + Murray is there, Robin's mom is shown more (gaslight and gate keep)

• January: Even more angst, the big fight between Steve and Robin (Steve either calls Robin a slur which he later regrets or says the typical guy when finding out a girl is a lesbian by saying if she tried a guy she's wouldn't be like this, he's an asshole but he gets a sort of redemption), Robin then gets kicked out by her mother a few days after the fight (her mother makes losing her friendship with Steve her fault and definitely brings up her dad, even more angst??) Robin calls out her mom which is how she got kicked out (metaphorically and physically?), she going to Murray's since he's the only one who's been a good parental figure (he definitely knows Robin is a lesbian, she probably came out to him during Thanksgiving), Max, Erica and Lucas search for Robin after she missed their hang out day (she's never missed one before), Max is tempted to beat the shit out of both Robin's mom and Steve until Dustin probably mentions how Robin and Murray are friends, the three go to Murray's and stay with Robin for the rest of the week (Robin tells them what happened and mentions her dad but doesn't elaborate)

• February: Robin comes back with Murray who bought an apartment for Robin to live in while he goes back and forth between his home and the apartment, Robin and Steve relationship is non existant and very strained, Max, Lucas and Erica are the Robin protection trio, Robin finds out that Steve has been following Nancy like a lost puppy so Nancy and Robin's relationship is also strained

• March: This is where Steve and Robin's friendship comes back, it's not what it was before but their on better terms, Nancy and Robin aren't talking though since Nancy thinks that whatever has happened between the two means that their back together and it hurts her thinking about it (she thinks she's jealous of Robin but it's actually Steve), Max and Erica tear into Steve (they threaten him) while Lucas does his best disappointed dad face

• April: Season 4 starts, mostly everything is canon here idk if we wanna change some things so I'll just leave it as it is normally

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Oh boy that took forever, little thought I though of was that Robin's dad is dead (Rip man 😞) I'm thinking car accident while Robin was at the wheel (idk if they had permits back then but something like that) which is why she doesn't have a license along with being poor

Comment and ideas are welcomed and have a nice day/night 🫡

[all-that-jazz-93]

American Dragon Timeline

I’ve been trying for a while now to figure out the timeline of this show, because it makes no sense in the order that Disney Channel originally aired the episodes. It also makes no sense in the episode list on Jeff Goode’s website, which he claims to be the proper chronology of events.

I had to come up with a few convoluted headcanons to make this work, but I think I’ve finally pieced together a coherent timeline (note that for a lot of the filler episodes, it doesn’t actually matter that much when they take place, I was just trying to stick as close to Jeff Goode’s chronology as possible.)

September 2004

Old School Training

It’s implied in this episode that Jake got his dragon powers very recently. They don’t say how recently, but given how new the whole thing is to him, I’d say it’s probably only been about a week or two.

Here’s where we come up against our first issue with canon. In The Legend of Dragon Tooth, Jake says he got his dragon powers when he turned 13, and in Shapeshifter, he says he’s a Pisces, which means his birthday would be in late February, or March. There’s no way the timeline makes sense if that’s the case, so my headcanon is that Jake is just like…really bad at astrology, and he somehow confused Pisces with another star sign.

We also have the issue of how far behind he seems to be in school (he’s 14 in early season 2, but still in 7th grade). So, two more headcanons to explain that. Number one, Jake’s birthday is actually sometime in early September, so he missed the cutoff to go to kindergarten when he was 5, and had to wait until he was 6, placing him a year behind (some places don’t allow kids to start kindergarten if they turn 5 after September 1st. I knew a boy in my old youth group who was almost a year older than everyone else in our grade, because he had an October birthday). Number two, at some point in elementary school, Jake was held back a grade. So the first episode takes place shortly after Jake’s 13th birthday, at the beginning of his sixth grade year.

Since Trixie and Spud are supposed to be the same age as him, that would mean they must’ve both been held back at some point as well (that especially makes sense for Spud—anyone who’s purposely failed as many tests as he has would almost definitely have to repeat a grade).

This would also make Rose younger than them. She’s very bright, and she seems like a good student, so it’s unlikely she was ever held back. But we don’t want her to be too much younger than them, so I’ll headcanon that she also has a birthday in early September, making her a year younger than Jake. If that’s the case, she’d be 12 in season one, and 13/14 in season 2.

Adventures in Trollsitting/Fu Dog Takes a Walk

The dogcatcher says that it’s September.

 September/October 2004

Shapeshifter Dragon Breath The Legend of Dragon Tooth The Talented Mr. Long Professor Rotwood’s Thesis Act 4, Scene 15 The Long Weekend Body Guard Duty Dragon Summit

This episode has to take place after Shapeshifter, Dragon Breath, and Professor Rotwood’s Thesis, since the Dragon Council makes references back to Jake’s actions in all of those episodes. It also has to take place before The Halloween Bash, which places it sometime in September or October.

 October 2004

The Halloween Bash

Jeff Goode’s website lists this episode as taking place between Ski Trip and The Hunted, but there’s no way that’s possible, because Ski Trip takes place close to Valentine’s Day, and The Hunted takes place during the Equinox (they don’t specify which Equinox, but it would have to be the one in September; it’s the only way the timeline makes any sense, even with the generous liberties I’m taking with these headcanons). So The Halloween Bash has to take place before Ski Trip. No one in this episode makes any reference to knowing Rose’s identity, so it works out just fine.

 February 2005

The Ski Trip

Valentine’s Day was actually on a Monday in 2005, so presumably this episode takes place the weekend of February 11-13.

 March 2005

The Egg/The Heist

Easter was on March 27 in 2005. This is how I know The Hunted takes place during the Autumnal Equinox; Rose was still in the city during Easter weekend, a week after the Vernal Equinox.

Eye of the Beholder Ring Around the Dragon Jake Takes the Cake

 May 2005

Fu and Tell/Flight of the Unicorn

Flight of the Unicorn takes place on Memorial Day, which was May 30th that year

 May/June (or September) 2005

Keeping Shop

Hong Kong Nights

I know Jeff Goode’s website says this is the last episode of season one, but I absolutely cannot accept any episode besides The Hunted as the season finale, so I’m just gonna recognize that the council has made a decision, but elect to ignore it.

 September 2005

The Hunted

The Autumnal Equinox in 2005 was on September 22

 Late November/Early December 2005

Half Baked

Jake says it’s been three months since Rose left. It couldn’t be exactly three months, because that would place this episode in late December, and school would be out for the holidays. So presumably it’s late November or early December, and Jake is rounding up when he says three months.

The Academy

This one would pretty much have to take place very soon after Half Baked, like within a week or two.

 Late December 2005

Breakout

This episode establishes that 88 and 89 are in the city working as apprentices to the Huntsman, so it has to take place before the Christmas episode, which they also appear in.

Hairy Christmas

January/February 2006

(Most of these don’t actually have to take place in January or February, aside from Dreamscape and Fool’s Gold. The rest could be pretty much any time during Jake’s 7th grade year. I’m just trying to stick to Jeff Goode’s chronology, and keep at least some of the episodes in the order he listed.)

Hero of the Hourglass Bring It On Family Business Something Fishy This Way Comes The Doppelganger Gang Dreamscape Fool's Gold

 February 2006

The Love Cruise

They never explicitly say it’s Valentine’s Day, but the whole concept of the Love Cruise seems like something a school would do for Valentine’s Day. Also adds an extra layer of heartbreak, because it means Jake and Rose’s breakup happened on the one-year anniversary of Jake finding out Rose was Huntsgirl. Ouch. February has not been kind to Jake.

On the other hand, I’d prefer to headcanon that Jake and Rose got to spend the whole summer together before their breakup, going on dream dates every night and not having to set their alarms for school in the morning (can we just let them be happy for a little while? PLEASE?!?!?!?), so maybe the Love Cruise wasn’t on Valentine’s Day, and instead was just some random school event at the beginning of their 8th grade year.

 May 2006

Feeding Frenzy

They spend three days visiting Jake’s family, so it’s either Memorial Day weekend, spring break, or summertime. Most likely Memorial Day or spring break, since Jake says in this episode that he’s been the American Dragon for a year and a half.

 May/June 2006

A Befuddled Mind The Rotwood Files Haley Gone Wild Switcheroo

This one takes place after The Love Cruise, because Jake and Rose’s recent breakup is a minor plot point, so it only takes place at this point if we headcanon Love Cruise taking place in February.

Young At Heart

I know this is supposed to be a later episode, but going by this timeline, Jake would be 15 for most of his 8th grade year, and in this episode Jake, Trixie, and Spud talk about being 14, so it has to take place during 7th grade

 Summer between 7th and 8th grade

A Ghost Story

 Late September/Early October 2006

Homecoming

I never went to public school (I was unfortunately homeschooled), but it’s my understanding that middle schools don’t do Homecoming. So my headcanon is that it was actually just a junior high prom or something, but a few students on the planning committee approached Sun Park and begged her to let them model it after the Homecoming dances at their older siblings’ high schools. Sun was delighted by their enthusiasm, so of course she agreed.

 Any time during their 8th grade year

Supernatural Tuesday Siren Says Shaggy Frog Nobody's Fu Game On Bite Father, Bite Son Magic Enemy #1

 February 2007

Year of the Jake

Chinese New Year was on February 18th in 2007

 March 2007

Furious Jealousy

Trixie and Spud put together a Daylight Savings themed school event, so this episode takes place either in October of 06 or March of 07. We’ll go with March because it’s closer to the end of the series.

 June 2007

Being Human

Haley and Gramps both say in this episode that Jake is 14, but he would actually be 15 by this point (even if my whole timeline is wrong and he actually is a Pisces, he still would’ve had his 15th birthday already). Presumably the writers just weren’t paying close enough attention to their established timeline, but the in-universe explanation is…sometimes family members forget your age; my best friend keeps saying her youngest sister is 15, when in fact her sister is turning 17 this year. Sometimes you lose track.

 Summer after 8th grade

The Hong Kong Longs

Presumably this episode takes place around July or August, which means Jake and his friends would be almost 16 by this point (and Rose would be almost 15, assuming my headcanon about her being a year younger than them is accurate).